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cryptidghostgirl · 4 months

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Make You Wish Chapter Two -- Where Is She

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: really super mild versions of cannon violence.

Word count: 2,072

Previous Part: Make You Wish Chapter One -- Seven Years

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A/N I accidentally posted this before I was ready tooo ahhhh!!! it's fine. Everything was already written I just had to format it properly and stuff.

Alastor had been at the Hazbin Hotel for only a few days and was already enjoying his time there greatly. It was an entertaining place, to say the least, and now that he had his feet under him, he was intent on making it even more so.

Charlie was pacing around the sitting room, stressed beyond belief. She had gone to speak to Adam the previous day to try and get his support for her plan, only to wind up with the news that the next extermination was coming in six moths, rather than the usual twelve. Alastor watched her duress in amusement as he sauntered into the hotel lobby, side stepping Angel, Charlie, and Vaggie to take a seat at the bar.

"It's nothing we can't handle," Charlie was explaining, trying to convince herself as much as anyone else in the room, "just angels cutting our timetable in half. But who needs a whole year to save souls? Am I right? And next time, when they cut the time in half again and again, we'll just handle it, right?!"

Vaggie got to her feet, grabbing her girlfriend by the shoulders and stopping her from her relentless pacing.

"Yes, we will." she confirmed.

"Oh please," Angel cut in from the couch, his eyes fixed on his phone, "ya had less than half a chance when you started all this salvation bullshit. And now...? Ain' no silver lining this time, toots."

"Sure there is." Charlie turned to him, "We just have to look a little harder for it."

"Well, while you're lookin', the rest of Hell is going nuts."

Angel turned his phone to Charlie, showing all the news headlines of terror he'd pulled up.

"People are already freaking out about the news. Look at what's happening in the Doomsday District."

He scrolled down to a video of a burning town just as a text notification popped up.

"Uh, what is a 'donkey show'?" Charlie asked in confusion, having read the text.

"Ah, heh, nothing." Angel pulled the phone from her line of sigh, trying to come up with a quick lie, "My boss, Val, is just freaked out about the news too. Like I said, everyone's losing their shit."

"Yeah, that is true." Vaggie hummed thoughtfully, a hand to her chin, "Sinners are desperate. Maybe desperate enough to try anything to escape extermination?"

"Speaking of sinners," Alastor said, drawing the attention in the room to him as he turned towards Husk who was busying cleaning glasses, "I think it's time I look up my old partner in crime."

"And what do I have to do with that?" the cat demon gruffly replied, not sparing Alastor a glance.

"Your partner in crime?" Charlie asked, taking a step towards the bar, "I always thought you... you know, worked alone?"

Alastor's grin widened.

"Oh never you mind, dear." he replied, throwing her a glance over his shoulder, "Just a lost soul I'm acquainted with is all."

"Yeah. You've been trying to get her to sell you that soul for what, the past seventy years is it now?" Husk scoffed.

Alastor's eye twitched slightly at the implication of his failure.

"If I wanted it, I would have it." he hummed threateningly, and Husk backed down.

"That's great!" Charlie exclaimed, "So she's a friend of yours? Do you think she'd help with the hotel? Oh! Or maybe that she'd want to be a guest?!"

"Charlie-" Vaggie began but Alastor quickly cut her off.

"I don't see a harm in asking." he cheerily replied.

"And you know her, Husk?" Charlie asked.

He looked up as he placed a clean glass on the shelf, shooting Alastor a glance before nodding.

"Do you think she'd be a good fit?"

He sighed, crossing his arms as Husk turned to face Charlie fully.

"She's a sweetheart, I think you'd get along well." he admitted, "But she's trouble, just like him."

Husk gestured towards Alastor and Charlie's smile widened.

"Well, with all Alastor has done for us so far, I think we could probably use more trouble like him."

"Oh you flatter me." Alastor waved her off, looking away in a false show of humility.

"No really." Charlie insisted, "You-"

"Show yourself, Alastor!" a dramatic call cut Charlie off mid thought.

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"Um. Alastor?" Charlie hesitantly began, peeking out from behind his shoulder as she watched the havoc he was wreaking on the snake shaped sinner, "I think he's had enough."

Alastor cackled joyfully, not even watching as his shadows destroyed the air ship.

"Nah, he's got a few more hits in 'im." Angle disagreed, enjoying the show immensly.

The shadows tilted the ship forward, dropping Sir Pentious out through the broken windshield. He hit the ground with a thud, right before Alastor's feet. Stopping in his fit of laughter, he looked down at the man, spinning his microphone like a baton.

"Thanks for another forgettable experience." he teased as one of the egg creatures fell from the ship, splattering on the ground beside Charlie who took a step away.

"Thank... you..." Sir Pentious began, his voice pained as he raised his head slowly, "for letting your guard down!"

Almost before Alastor could register what was happening, the snake had grabbed onto his coat with his tail and torn a piece from its hem. Alastor took a menacing step forward, his eyes narrowed.

"Oh shit." Pentious' triumphant laughter died out.

Slowly, Alastor sprouted a pair of shadowy horns. With a snap of his finger, the ground under the snake detonated, throwing him up into the air and far away from the hotel with a scream. He watched as Pentious flew away, retracting his horns and standing with a hand behind his back. Once the snake was out of sight, he at last turned to Charlie and Angel, as well as Husk and Vaggie who had come out to join them.

"Well, it looks as thought I need a visit to the tailor." he hummed, "Husk?"

"Yeah?" Husk grunted.

"Where did you say she was again?"

"I didn't."

Husk crossed his arms defensively and Alastor took a step towards him, his smile a little smaller than normal. There was an odd air between the two of them, a tension every one present could feel biting into their skins.

"Whats that?" Alastor asked lowly, his head cocked slightly to the side.

Husk sighed.

"Last I heard she was working for some imp in Pentagram City." Husk reluctantly admitted, looking away, "As an assassin or something, I don't know the details."

"An imp, you say." Alastor thoughtfully replied, his expression unreadable.

"Look, Alastor." Husk turned back to his master, "Don't fuck this up for her. She seemed pretty happy last time I saw her. You disappearing like that wrecked the poor girl."

"Just means she'll be all the more happy to see me."

Alastor turned, beginning to walk away. At the sound of Husk speaking again, he paused, keeping his back to the quartet.

"Alastor, ju-"

Alastor turned his head, shooting Husk a critical look over his shoulder. It shut the cat demon up almost immedeatly.

"Best of luck, chums!"

"Wait, you're leaving?" Vaggie exclaimed, taking a step forward.

Irritation prickling beneath his skin, Alastor turned back to them once again. It had been seven years, he didn't know how much longer he could wait. Sure, he'd had time in Hell on his own, nearly twenty years of it. He didn't need her per-say, she just made things more interesting, more enjoyable. It just felt odd for them to be parted.

Sure, when they had first met, he had thought she was just an easy steal of a soul. Young, naive, frankly undeserving in his opinion of eternal damnation. But smart, smarter than she looked. Y/n had refused any and all deals with the man and so, he had taken it as a challenge. What had begun as a game: Alastor trying to gain ownership of Y/n's soul ended up as an after-life long friendship.

Alastor would never admit it to anyone but, in his absence, he had even missed Y/n the smallest bit. She kept things interesting, he told himself, that was all. Always causing discreet mischief, always quick with a joke. A true pleasure to have on the show, as he always used to say.

"Alastor, we need your help. We need you to do your job." Vaggie continued.

"We need a wall." Angel finished for her, gesturing to the portion of the hotel Sir Pentious had destroyed in his attack.

"Of course." Alastor replied, keeping an irritated remark at bay, "Can't let my new project fall into disrepair already. What would the papers say?"

With a snap of his fingers, minions made of shadows pulled themselves from the ground at his feet. So as not to give anyone another chance to stall him further, he quickly turned on his heel and walked off.

Alastor was a man of image, he kept his pace slow and firm. Couldn't have any of them getting any ideas in their heads about the nature of his relationship with Y/n. That had always been trouble in the old days. The minute people saw the pair together, they started assuming things. He had already decided he was going to be more careful about that this time around and this was the first step.

There was a slight bounce in his step as he headed into the city's center, an odd anticipation fluttering in his chest. Alastor pushed it to the side. It was simply the thrill of being back in his old stomping ground that was to blame. It didn't matter he'd already been back a few days and it should have worn off by now, he should just feel lucky to still be so entertained by this place he'd known longer than he'd even been alive. Right?

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Y/n was sitting at Blitzo's desk, reading through paperwork he had neglected to fill out or file correctly. It wasn't like any one in Hell really payed their taxes, but the mess still stressed her out. She let out a sigh, leaning back in her chair and rubbing her eyes in irritation. She had never had to do this type of work before, not since she'd been alive anyways. How the times had changed.

Noise of Blitzo and Moxxie fighting filtered in through the closed door. It wasn't anything special, anything new. The pair were always at one another's throats, she wasn't worried. What would be worrying, was if things were quiet. This was just the way life sounded now: inelegant and brazen. Nothing like it used to.

The buzzing of her phone on the desk beside her pulled Y/n from her reveries and she picked it up. The collar lay heavy around her neck as she read the message. Y/n had made some bad choices along the way, figuring out how to be on her own. She wasn't pleased with them, but it was what she had had to do. Back then, she hadn't had the need to fight for herself in over sixty years. It was the only thing she could think to do.

She double tapped the text, marking it with a thumbs up before shutting her phone off and leaning her head down on the table. There was no point in wishing for things to be different than they were but, it was just that time of year and the text had pushed her over the edge. A few stray tears trickled out of her eyes.

"Goddamnit, Al." she sighed into the empty room, "Where the hell are you."

Silence pressed its hands against her ears, blurring her perception of the world around her. Y/n had a few seconds, a few nearly peaceful moments before, again, her thoughts were interrupted. This time, not by her phone but by Blitzo calling for her from the other room.

"Y/n!" he yelled and she lifted her head off the table.

"Yeah?" she called back through the closed door.

"Get your ass out here!"

"Why? A client? Can't you handle it?"

"Y/n!" he insisted again, a sense of urgency to his voice.

If this was anything less than an absolute emergency, he was never going to hear the end of it. She was not in the mood for his games today.

"Fine." she groaned and pulled herself from the chair, "I'm coming."

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Next Part -> Chapter Three -- A Reunion

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catscidr · 1 month

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includes — dottore, gn!reader cw — crack….. u prank him n get him good. wrote this for shits n giggles el oh el

getting dottore’s attention while he’s working is a skill few have. the only people that were able to pull his focus away from his work were his segments and the tsaritsa herself— you wish you could include yourself within the list but you were only successful every so often.

your strategy was to continuously talk to him, effectively distracting his train of thoughts until he has to entertain your ridiculous questions (or conversation topic).

it almost always ended in you getting a nasty glare from the man himself, but if he wanted you gone he would have done so already. so, you allow yourself the luxury to bother him whenever you aren’t getting poked and prodded with needles and other medical equipment.

“dottoreee, how long are you going to play potions for?” you sigh dramatically, making a show of how uttely bored you are by rounding his desk and lying across it (where there aren’t any chemicals resting in vials).

the harbinger’s jaw tightens as he internalizes a groan, pausing his writing for just a second to recollect himself.

he murmurs your name quietly, an unspoken threat veiling it, “i’m not in the mood for your games today.” dottore sighs as he jots down notes from… whatever he’s working on. you huff, devising a plan in your head to get him to pay attention to you.

this carries on for longer than he’d like it to, your incessant attempts at carrying a one-sided conversation getting on his nerves the more you try.

“hey dottore, what’s omega up to?”

“hey dottore, what’s that pink liquid in that beaker?”

“hey dottore, ever thought of actually getting a ph.d so your title isn’t a scam?”

“hey dottore, can i just call you ‘ttore now?”

“hey ‘ttore, would you prefer if i called you dottie instead?”

“hey dottie, i heard that there’s remains and bones that come from mind goblins somewhere in sumeru.”

dottore puts his pen down with more force than he needed to, pinching the bridge of his nose with his free hand. when he opens his eyes again, he’s met with your innocent gaze staring at him, waiting.

“wonderful. what do you want me to do with that information?” he says blankly, staring right back at you; decidedly unimpressed. silently seething at your persistence.

you muster the strength to stop yourself from smiling, giggles bubbling up in your throat.

“mind goblin these nuts?”

he throws the pen at you square in the face, effectively making a bruise bloom on your forehead immediately. running is your best option, but you won’t outrun him for long.

better find omega soon so he can help you hide from his boss’ wrath.

#he would be the Worst victim for a deez nuts joke #and thats exactly why i want to get him with one #does that make me a masochist. maybe #would it be worth it. absolutely #wrote this in like thirty minutes with breaks to stare out my window #genshin x reader #dottore x reader #genshin x you #dottore x you #genshin crack #genshin impact crack #genshin drabbles #genshin impact drabbles #dottore drabbles #genshin dottore #il dottore x y/n #il dottore x you

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mswyrr · 7 months

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THG is the only pop culture story I can think of where the heroes (Katniss and Peeta) are disabled* and their happy ending doesn't require that they be "fixed" in order to be happy. IMO, part of why there's such controversy over the ending of the books in particular is that Collins wrote the pov of Katniss as a woman who is content and loves her life and her spouse and kids, but she's still very clearly mentally ill (and arguably somewhere on the spectrum). She has coping strategies and her life is good, but she will never be "normal" and Collins doesn't let the audience think that.

The one part, where she talks about how she handles the darker days, when she's really struggling, never fails to move me:

I’ll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I’m afraid it could be taken away. That’s when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I’ve seen someone do. It’s like a game. Repetitive. Even a little tedious after more than twenty years. But there are much worse games to play. (Mockingjay, 332)

It's hard to express how important that is to me. Someone doesn't have to be "normal" to lead a good life. Someone doesn't have to be "normal" to have a life worth living, to give and receive love in good ways.

And, so, when people look at the villain in the prequel and say "he's just crazy, that's why he's evil. He's just a psycho, he's nuts," it's so out of place, it's so dissonant to me -- I think that's absolutely not the kind of story Collins would tell, given her prior handling of disability.

I don't think she's suddenly turned into a Victorian writer where you can know someone is evil because they're disabled because the writer thinks disabled people are warped creatures incapable of doing anything but bringing evil into the world. And the way people assert this, as if it's the pure, wholesome, most politically advanced reading of the prequel, is just - it doesn't compute for me. I don't understand how people get there.

I studied (for years) the treatment of mentally ill people in the mid-20th Century US. It was horrific. US forced sterilization and eugenics laws actually inspired N/azi Germany's forced sterilization, eugenics, and mass murder campaigns against mentally ill and disabled people. Nice, normal people have repeatedly convinced themselves that torturing and killing disabled people is how they will "purify" their society - they've done great evil in the name of rooting out the people evil is supposedly located within biologically.

Is it so hard to believe that people with normal brains do evil? Is it truly so impossible? Even in a story where the Games are about how a lot of people, the majority of whom are neurotypical, can be brought, via media presentation and entertainment techniques, into taking pleasure in their participation in evil? It's so hard to fathom that evil can't simply be located in someone being "psycho"?

Ballad already has Dr Gaul, who is evil and clearly neurodivergent. If Snow is too then the message starts to get kind of worrying? IMO, Coriolanus is more effective as a kind of “everyman” as an 18 year old - an example of the incentive structures (rewards and punishments) and propaganda that motivate “normal” people to go along. Of course, he will later become something far worse than that, someone who takes control of this thing, who uses his intimate knowledge of it and his insight into other “normal” people to make it worse, but that’s not the part of his life we see the most of. The part the book focuses on provides what I consider a powerful depiction of how ordinary people are acculturated into corrupt societies.

It's fiction so there's all kinds of interpretations that the text can support and exploring those is good. It's a stronger text because it has ambiguities and can be interpreted more than one way. But the intensity of some of the rhetoric is an unsettling contrast to what I've thought, for over a decade, Collins' themes and pov are as a writer.

*Shame on the films for removing Peeta's physical disability, though; in the books he lost a leg during their first Games

#thg meta #my meta #i'm gonna try to leave it at this now - i don't want to keep letting this bother me so much #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #maybe Coriolanus Snow is the evil neurotypical representation we need lol #i'm going to unsubscribe from the reddit i think #that is where i am seeing a lot of this #and it's just not worth it

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five-rivers · 2 months

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Pretty in Pink Chapter 2

@jadenoryuu

“Just go ask,” said Star. “He's totally into you. He'd probably streak through the cafeteria if you asked.”

“Shut up,” said Paulina.

Valerie looked between Star and Paulina, eyebrows raised. “Is there something I'm missing here? You guys have been acting… off… this whole month. You two and Dash.”

“It's nothing,” said Paulina. “Star's hallucinating.”

Star scoffed and crossed her arms. “Pauli's got a crush.”

Paulina had picked up some freak ghost disease from the Fentons’ stupid underground tunnel, so maybe if she thought hard enough about it, she could set Star on fire with her mind. Why would she pick that as her cover story? What the freak? She had enough trouble holding onto her reputation while falling through walls and getting into fights with dead lunch ladies without people thinking she was crushing on Fenton, who looked even worse than he usually did today. What if people started to think her type was ‘drowned rat charity case reject?’

Plus, his stupid tunnel had sort of technically killed her. Wasn't she supposed to hold a grudge about that?

“Glare at me all you want, but it's the only way you'll be getting any sleep.”

“Oooh,” said Valerie. “You've got it that bad, huh? What's stopping you?”

“Well,” said Star, the traitor, “she's worried that he's not exactly A-list material, you know?”

“Girl, seriously?” said Valerie, and Paulina could practically feel her popularity points drop. “You make things A-list. Anything in your orbit catches some of that glow. Anyone you like is cool by association. You could make anyone cool. Except Nathan Lester. He must have been cursed by some ancient northern European god in a past life, because yikes.”

“See, I told you so,” said Star.

“I bet,” said Valerie, “that you could even make Danny Fenton cool.”

Valerie Gray was a literal gift from God. But Paulina couldn't run with that too quickly.

“You think so?” she asked. “Him? Cool?”

“Only through your powers,” said Valerie. She sipped at her soda. “But as far as raw materials go… He's got good bone structure, at least, underneath all that greasy middle-schooler hair, and he’s scrawny, but with the right outfit you can play that off as slender, he looks like Dash’s been beating the crap out of him, so you’d have to get him to quit that, but that’s the easiest part, probably. Yeah, you could do it, Paulina.”

“And you can always dump him after, if he doesn’t pan out or is a creep,” said Star. “We can even plan it out beforehand, so it'll be funny.”

“Well, yeah, of course you're going to dump him for whoever you're actually interested in. This is just a trial run.” She popped a chocolate-covered pretzel into her mouth. “Who are you interested in, by the way? Weston? He's pasty, but at least he's good at basketball.”

Disgusting. It was true Weston wasn't a complete troll, but she had it on good authority that he was a total conspiracy nut, and her papa said conspiracy theories always somehow led back to literal nazis, and that wasn't a good look on someone as pale as Weston.

“Ew, no.”

“Who, then? Come on, spill.”

“It's a secret,” said Paulina, winking. She'd have to make something up eventually, though. Maybe one of the upperclassmen would do the trick. Or maybe she could pretend she lost interest. “But a trial run… I'll try it out. But the minute I'm not having fun…”

“We'll be ready with the tar and feathers,” said Valerie, “just like in history class. Go on.” She made a shooing motion. “Work your magic. Entertain us.”

Paulina stood up and cocked her hips to one side, like a movie star. “Watch me.”

She walked over to Fenton's table and sat down. One of his eyes went wide and round. The other remained a blue and purple slit. Wow. Maybe she'd have to ask Dash to ease up, anyway.

“Hi, Danny,” she said, with her friendliest smile.

“H-h-hi Pauli–”

“What do you want?” demanded Samantha Manson, hypocrite extraordinaire, looking down her unnaturally pale nose. Honestly, anyone who caked that much makeup on had to be at least as self-centered as she said Paulina was.

Paulina sighed heavily. “Wow, rude, much?”

“Says the girl who bribed the school board to go back to the old, unbalanced, unhealthy, cheap as dirt menu when she brings lunch from home or orders out.”

Well, yeah, she got her dad to lean on the school board a bit. It was the only way to keep the lunch lady ghost from coming back again. She’d just kept attacking the school, over and over again, screaming about the stupid menu change. Manson should be grateful, honestly. It was her the ghost had it out for.

But, yeah, the best way to keep the ghost away or not, she wasn’t eating the slop the school served if she had any other choice.

“Says the girl who is so conceited she made the whole school eat her special menu.”

“Oh, snap,” said Tucker. Was that drool on his lip?

Men were dogs. Seriously. Ick.

“Anyway,” she said, turning back to her target. “Danny. I can call you Danny, right?”

“Um, it is my name?”

“Right, so, I heard your parents are scientists. Inventors.”

“Y-yeah. They– Yeah.”

God. And people like this wondered why they weren’t popular. Try and string two words together. Give her something to work with.

“And they're investigating that meat monster that kept attacking the school.”

“They are! They're really, I mean. That whole thing was, it was pretty bizarre, wasn't it?”

“Yeah. Sure. So, I was wondering if you could maybe show me what they do sometime? Their inventions and stuff? Maybe this afternoon?”

“I– Well, I don't know, they've been really busy, this month, ever since the portal came on, and– Ow! Sam!”

“Don't fall for it, Danny, she's just doing the ‘meet me behind the bleachers and then the whole cheer squad will be there to mock you when you show up’ thing, but with more steps.”

“Wow, suspicious much?”

And she might as well be. April DeLongpre, who had been the middle school cheer captain two years ago, had done exactly that to her, and now the whole school knew Manson was a lesbian. Except for maybe her two clueless friends.

She turned her attention back to clueless one and batted her eyelashes. “Please? It would make me feel a lot better if I could see what they were doing. That meat monster was super freaky.”

“I- I guess. You might not be able to see their lab, though, they've been trying to, um, sort some things out down there. It isn't really safe.”

Paulina already knew that. As far as she was concerned, it was a death trap. Literally. But Star was right. She needed something that could actually make ghosts go away, and the Fentons were the only game in town. Despite what happened with her hands in ‘ghost form,’ her nails weren't made for fighting.

Whatever. Once she got there and got him alone, she could pressure him into basically whatever. His interactions with Dash already showed that he had no spine.

“Thanks. I'll see you after school, then? On the corner?” That was far enough away from the school proper that at least the bus kids wouldn't see them. “You have that scooter, right?” She’d seen him on a skateboard too, but he’d been wiping out at the time, so she doubted it was his ride to school.

“Actually, Jazz has been driving me,” said Danny. “She started worrying, after, well, you know.” He shrugged with one shoulder. “She should be okay with bringing you, too.”

Bleh. Jazz Fenton. The girl wasn’t as bad as Danny. She was pretty, edging into beautiful, and Dash totally had a crush on her. Still. She was so preppy and peppy it even put Star off. She was, like, an alien or something.

“That’s… cool,” she said.

“And, um, we carpool with Tucker, too.”

Great. Well, she could cope with being drooled over for one car ride. She’d take a cab home.

“Sounds like a date,” she said, giving Fenton another winning smile.

“Oh! Um, yeah! A- a date! I’ll see you then, Paulina.”

Gag.

“See you then.”

Paulina couldn’t scoot off the bench fast enough. Hopefully Star and Valerie were letting everyone know about ‘the plan’ to seduce and dump Fenton, because, otherwise, her popularity would definitely take a hit.

The car ride was just as agonizing as she’d imagined, with Foley’s staring, Danny’s downright painful, stuttering attempts at flirting, and Jazz trying to psychoanalyze all of them. As if she could understand any of what Paulina was going through.

But then Tucker was dropped off and Jazz disappeared into the house, leaving Paulina and Danny standing on the front lawn.

“Yeah, so, it’s a bit much, but do you want to go in?” asked Danny.

Paulina gave him a sharp look, and he looked away. So what if she was a bit hesitant about going somewhere she’d been killed? That was her business, wasn’t it?

“Yeah, let’s go,” she said.

Danny nodded and dashed up the steps. “The living room is just off of here.”

“What about the lab?” she asked.

“Well, like I said, my parents are pretty busy…”

What, and he didn’t want her to see them? The whole town knew what they were like. Annoying. “It’s just… after everything that happened the past month, I’d just really feel better if I knew there was someone working on things, you know?”

“I…” Danny was visibly wavering.

“Please? Show me the lab? I’ll be really careful and quiet. They won’t even know I’m there.”

“I– Okay. But it’s not their fault, really. They didn’t mean to make it so things could pass through it.”

“What are you talking about?”

Danny made a face. “It’s easier to show you. But first…” He reached into his pocket and pulled out… a tube of lipstick.

Huh. Dash always called Fenton girly, but she’d never seen him wear makeup.

“This is just a precaution,” he said, holding it out in front of him like it was loaded.

“The lipstick?” asked Paulina, skeptically.

“The lipstick laser. The lipstick tube is just the casing, so you can carry it around.”

Yeah, Paulina would believe that when she saw it.

Fenton then turned into the kitchen and went straight to the big metal door. He braced himself before opening it, as if he expected an explosion. There wasn’t one. The only noise coming from below was the buzzing hum of the thing.

Not that Paulina was going to bring that up.

“Huh,” said Danny. “I guess they must be out. Okay. So, um, if I say to run, then you’ve got to run, okay?”

“What, are you expecting something to explode down there?” It wasn’t an out-of-nowhere question, based on what she’d seen when they were down here before.

“Not exactly,” he said.

He went down the stairs. Paulina followed.

It was empty down there. That’s all Paulina registered before her attention was grabbed by the thing. It was just as sinister and gaudy as she remembered it. A goth punk’s dream. Her nightmare.

“So, uh, this is the portal.”

“The portal,” she said. “That’s what it was.”

“Yeah. The portal. The, um, the ghost portal. That spews ghosts. Hence the lasers. They didn’t mean to. They wanted it to be a window, or something. Like, they could look at ghosts through it, but they wouldn’t be able to come through? But the thing turned on in the middle of the night all on its own, without any of their safeguards - not that there were all that many of those - so now it’s more of a door. To hell, apparently.”

“Wait, wait, wait, you think that meat monster thing came through here?”

“Yeah, probably,” said Danny. He sounded exhausted.

“Then why don’t they turn it off? Jesus.”

“They tried. Like I said, no safeguards. It sucks so much to sleep near this. You wouldn’t believe it.” He rubbed his eyes. “I hate this, truly.”

“So, it could keep… doing this? More could come through? Have more come through?” She didn’t have to feign fear at this. She had plenty of it to spare.

“Yeah, probably.”

“But your parents are doing something about it, right? Finding a way to close it, building weapons, that kind of thing?”

“Yeah, they’re building weapons, capture devices, that kind of thing…”

“Do you think… are there any that I could… have?”

“I mean, they’ve got some things for sale… But those aren’t the ones that work, right now. Some of their theories were off. Don’t buy the ghost gabber, for all that’s holy.”

“But there are things that work?”

“Yeah, but they’re prototypes. Design stage stuff.”

“Could I maybe take one of those?”

“One of the prototypes? Um. No. That’s– Those aren’t mine to give away. Those’re my parents’.”

“Oh, come on, they’re not going to notice!”

“Trust me, the lab might look like a mess, but they’d notice.”

“But what if one of these ghosts comes after me? Like, your dad’s a big guy, and doesn’t your mom do martial arts?” That was one of the things he’d mentioned on that car ride.

“I mean, yeah… But they’ll be really upset if they notice something’s gone. They work really, really hard on these things.”

“More upset than me, if I run into a ghost? I’m just asking for something for self defense.”

“I– Okay. But, um. But. I think. Maybe. Um.” He turned bright pink. “I’m taking a big risk, here. So maybe. Maybe you could come to the– the fall dance with me?”

“What.”

“Just the dance! If you don’t like it, you don’t, um. You don’t have to go out with me again. It’s just the dance. As, like, an exchange of favors.”

“Fine,” said Paulina. Danny beamed. “But you’d better give me something good.” Or else she was doing the ditch at the dance.

“I will! But self-defense only. Small stuff. The bigger guns can seriously hurt people, and can hurt you, too, if you don’t know how to use them. And you have to practice with all of these. They’re weapons, not toys.”

It was better than no stuff. And she could work up to big stuff later.

Danny pressed the ‘lipstick laser’ into Paulina’s hand. “Don’t go showing this off. My parents will kill me if they know I gave it away.”

“Yeah, I know the feeling. Is there, like, anything else?”

“I…”

“Please, Danny, you’re my only hope here.”

“I… fine. Fine.” He looked around the room, hands on his hips. “Okay.” He strode over to the table and picked up something that looked more like a thermos than anything else. “I’m only giving you this because they’ve already gotten the second one in production. This is the Fenton Thermos. And, yeah, I know, we slap our name on everything, I get it.”

“And it does… what? Keep your coffee hot?”

“It traps ghosts. It’s actually pretty cool. Dad caught these octopus ghost guys with it last week.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! It was one of the coolest things I’ve seen my dad do, honestly. So, um. Practice! Let me show you how to use a lipstick! Not that you don’t– I mean, obviously– I mean, a laser. And a thermos. Ghost thermos. You get what I mean.”

“Yeah,” said Paulina. “Just show me, okay?”

#danny phantom #phic phight #fic

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wesleysniperking · 14 days

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Usopp and Conqueror’s Haki | part 3 (TL;DR)

previously

Resilience

Usopp may have hit rock bottom at one point, but he managed to bounce back from that as well. He survived Boin Archipelago, a man-eating island, and although in the Syrup Village arc he failed to convince the villagers that Kuro was a fake he still had the resolve to protect the villagers (the same people who wanted to attack him).

Heck, when the Franky family jumped/beat him up TWO times, he still came back and fought after the first time, and still tried getting up and fight.

When Sugar and Trebol got him the first time, he still had the resolve to help Luffy so Sugar wouldn’t turn Luffy into a toy (and a lot of people were after Usopp because Doflamingo placed such a hefty bounty on his head), so it was definitely risky.

Intuition

Easy. When he fought Perona, and defeated Sugar. He knew where to get ‘em. He figured it out. From Perona’s astral projections (and apparent fear of cockroaches) and Sugar’s fear of his face, he knocked them both out. Heck, Intuition was the facet of him unlocking Observation haki.

Then there’s the whole “his lies always come true” thing. That takes some great intuition. He was able to get the gist that someone was after Sanji based on Sanji’s bounty (leading up to the WCI events). And then there’s when he told everyone during the Buster Call at Enies Lobby to get on the Going Merry (and Zoro was against it and it seemed so absurd to get on a broken ship), and the Going Merry saved the crew. Because if he hadn’t kept her (and fought Luffy), she would’ve never come to save them (and he took the utmost care of the Going Merry).

Visionary

Heck, this was from the jump. Even back in Syrup Village (I honestly think that’s what encouraged the Romance Dawn Trio to recruit him). He had that trio of little boys following him around and he always expressed wanting to become a brave warrior of the sea like his father and a true pirate. Again, this is where he becomes a good storyteller and talks things into existence. From big fish poop (Little Garden) that's the size of an island to a beautiful swordswoman with meat (Rebecca back in Dressrosa), his lies come true.

Even back in Little Garden, he was inspired by the giants and wanted to furthermore become/resemble their image of what being a brave warrior was all about.

Then back in Onigashima, when those swordsman/samuari were wanting to surrender to their fate and not keep fighting. But Usopp was disgusted by that, and he gave a speech that further brought home his vision; his dream.

This even goes back to Boin, when he opted to lose weight and have Heracles’ train him because he wanted to become The King of Shooters.

Must be born with it

So, this just kinda makes me more speculative than anything. Some even say this trait is somewhat disputable. This is one thing on the list overall that brings me to a halt. In all fairness we don’t know how far Yasopp’s haki abilities go (he could quite possibly 5% of a chance have conquerors…but I’m not betting on…it?). AND we don’t know much about Usopp’s lineage that goes way beyond his dad. But this is kind of something you have to justify with or without research or evidence.

Moving On...

Yes, yes. Oda is quoted saying that Usopp will always be the “weakest” crew member…so? I’m not looking for Usopp to be this overpowered nut, and honestly, I love him the way he is. No doubt about it. But Conqueror’s Haki would be a cool add-on narratively and symbolically. Since I’m always comparing Usopp to King David (David and Goliath), I’m pretty sure David would have had conqueror’s haki; he was known as the warrior king too!

Conclusion

Either way, it’s just a funny thing to entertain. Conqueror’s Haki and Usopp in the same sentence didn’t feel right at first, but now it’s starting to.

I remember somewhere (it was Worstgen), where this person was discussing Usopp fighting Luffy in order to keep (or to obtain) the Going Merry, and they said if that’s not big d*ck energy then they don’t know what is. It literally made me LOL ‘cause that person’s perception of Conqueror’s Haki was soooo simple and crude. But I’m not judgin’. Anywho, I don’t think my words are an entirely accurate take on what Conqueror's Haki EXACTLY is, but it’s what I’ve commonly come across, and is still quite a mystery to the OP fandom and the world itself.

Off Subject or P.S.

A little off subject, but if we want to give a bit more perspective, some people even believe that the “Arlong Boys” will get conquerors haki (which includes Luffy, Zoro, Usopp, and Sanji).

Then fans even go off of the basis of Zoro, Sanji, and Usopp being the only ones who’ve fought their captain (Whiskey Peak, Water 7, and Whole Cake Island), AND even harming a celestial dragon (Sanji kicked the crap out of one, Zoro threatened one and was even willing to k!ll them, and Usopp accidentally fell on top of one who was about to hurt some innocent people AND it was the one with the most superiority in that vicinity).

Ah, this makes me so giddy just thinking about it. But seriously, Usopp getting Conqueror’s Haki would work well narratively. It would give the message of how even those seen as weak can truly be a conqueror.

A good evolution to Usopp’s growth.

A good ending point.

So, thank you for your time. This concludes my Ted Talks.

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bite the hand that bleeds (ace/paul, pg-13)

Summary: Now all that doesn’t matter. KISS is over. The makeup sold. Paul won’t ever tour again. The big payout Ace had hoped for evaporated. All that Ace could possibly want, could possibly hope for, are the last scraps of Paul’s generosity. Paul’s mouth twitches as he thinks about it, and then he reaches for his phone again.

Paul gets an unexpected art collector at a gallery show, and ends up entertaining his old bandmate for tea.

Notes: Part of a fic swap with @elrohare (prompt: afternoon tea). Please check out her lovely Whenever You're Ready (I'm Here) for a beautiful take on the same setting.

“Come now, gentlemen Your love is all I crave You'll still be in the circus When I'm laughing, laughing in my grave” -“Memo from Turner,” Mick Jagger

Forty meet and greets, that’s the evening’s agenda, with room for maybe five or six impulse buyers at the tail end. Christian, Wentworth’s president, sends him a hard copy the morning of, with notes, though he usually only glances over it. He only really keeps an eye out for the special requests, so he can remember they’re coming up– maybe someone with cancer, or a whole family wanting a picture with him, or a video message to a kid barely out of basic training and stationed overseas– but the bulk, the very bulk of the meet and greets are simple, easy to handle. A couple signatures, a couple pictures, and a smile, and they’re mostly on their way. It takes so little to make them happy, so little. The kids never really changed– they just went from piggybanks to 401ks.

Forty meet and greets. He likes doing these much better than the ones for KISS. He likes not sharing attention with Gene. Most especially, even now, he likes the girls, not for anything carnal, but just that small, secret pleasure of still being wanted at the tender age of seventy-two.

He scans through the list, though he never remembers the names, just some of the faces. The names give their age away anyway, Generation X’s finest crop of Lisas and Erics and– hm, a Paul, too. A Paul Daniel.

It’s just coincidence. He sets his agenda down on his hotel bedside table and tries to think no more about it. He’s got four hours to kill before he needs to get down there, anyway. Maybe he’ll order something on his phone. He taps the screen, checking his messages first. One from Erin he’ll answer later. One from Gene from about a week ago he still has no intention of answering. The phone vibrates in his hand as he’s just about to set it aside– a call, not a text. Christian.

“Hello?”

“I hate to bother you, Paul, but it’s about the event,” Christian says. He sounds a little scattered. Paul resists the urge to snap back at him– of course it’s about the event– letting him go on. Sometimes it’s hard to summon up the energy to respond much. Sometimes, even four months out from his last show, it still hurts to talk. “One of the people on the guest list.”

“If you’re thinking there’ll be some trouble, then you can handle it.”

“It’s not the usual trouble.” After ten or more years of this, Christian ought to know the usual trouble well enough by now. The stalker types, the seriously unhinged ones that believe that buying a painting entitles them to his true friendship, or more. The expectant ones, the oversharing, desperate ones, the nuts that have to be escorted out. Usually the high price of admission keeps them away, and usually, Paul doesn’t get told they even tried to make an appearance. He has people for that. He should have people for that. “All I can say is that I’m sorry. We had one of our new consultants– she just started two weeks ago, and she– well, you know how it is, she’s only twenty-four, she had no idea–”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you had a buyer you may not want.”

“Please don’t tell me Eddie Trunk got his fat ass over to D.C.”

Christian actually manages a snort, but the next words make the breath catch in Paul’s throat.

“No. It’s Ace Frehley.”

–

Paul tells Christian he’ll call him back when he ought to tell him to issue Ace a refund.

He hasn’t seen Ace in six years now. Oh, he’s seen Ace– in a parade of humiliating Tiktoks and Youtube shorts, slurring interviews, horrific concerts– but he hasn’t seen Ace. He’s heard from Ace– the occasional, completely unanswered text– but the last time he listened to him on the phone was months back. Ace’s Hail Mary, his final, desperate attempt to get let onstage for MSG. Ace had fumbled it. Ace fumbled everything.

Now all that doesn’t matter. KISS is over. The makeup sold. Paul won’t ever tour again. The big payout Ace had hoped for evaporated. All that Ace could possibly want, could possibly hope for, are the last scraps of Paul’s generosity. Paul’s mouth twitches as he thinks about it, and then he reaches for his phone again.

“Have you contacted him? When did this happen?”

“Not since the purchase. That was two days ago.”

“And no one checked until now? You had Ace Frehley buy a painting and nobody noticed for two days?”

“It was on his girlfriend’s credit card.”

“That’s fucking pathetic.” Cancel it. Refund it. That’s what he should be saying. “He does that shit to people. Uses them for whatever favors he can. Uses them all up.”

“What do you want us to do?”

Paul exhales.

If it was refunded, Ace would go to the press. Ace would tell every damn news website in the world that Paul Stanley wouldn’t sell him a painting. He’d get all sorts of publicity. The avatars had gotten bad press, not that Paul gave much of a shit anymore, but if Ace capped it all off, had someone else spin it just right… fuck. It could go so well for him. Ace could play it off like a spat-upon peace offering, and he, Paul, would come off like a bitter asshole, denying him not just the band, but five minutes of his time. He couldn’t win. He wouldn’t be able to win.

“Call him up. Tell him he’s not coming to the gallery.”

“All right.”

“But tell him he can meet me in an hour in Entyse.” Paul doesn’t even question if they’ll get him on the line. Or if Ace’ll show. “There won’t be any trouble.”

“Okay. Paul, again, all I can do is apologize–”

“What for? I was headed there anyway.”

He hangs up. His phone’s buzzing within ten minutes, texts, this time, and then a call, but he doesn’t so much as glance at the screen. He knows who they’re from.

–

Paul walks into Entyse without a reservation and gets seated immediately. It’s not much of a power play; there’s not been any satisfaction on his part in things like that for, oh, forty-five years now. Especially not when Entyse is just the Ritz Carlton’s restaurant, and he only had to head downstairs from his suite.

They offer him the menus, but all he takes is a Coke and a water. He’d half-expected Ace to get there before him, half-wanted to see him wandering in, all stupid bravado, looking around for the front of house, aware that he’d cheated himself out of every rockstar perk Paul’s going to have the rest of his life. But five minutes, then ten minutes pass. Paul’s just about to get up– he can feel a couple eyes on him at this point, wondering, probably, why he’s alone, with a solid half of them not knowing who he is, probably more– and then he sees Ace out of the corner of his eye, getting led to his table like a pensioner to his nursing home bed.

That’s not fair. It’s not, unfortunately, even true. Ace is walking about as well as he ever did, which isn’t well at all, struggling against his own instinct to pigeon-toe. He looks fine. He’s lost some weight over the last couple years. He’s in jeans, a black leather jacket, and a cheap Hello Kitty button-down. And sunglasses, which he yanks off as soon as he sits down, pushing them aside on the table.

“Hey, Paul,” he says.

“Hey.”

It’s not the start he wants. The waiter’s given Ace the drink menu– Ace flips it over immediately and hands it back– and goes into the lunch options, but Ace interrupts him.

“How about tea?”

“The afternoon tea, sir?”

Ace points over to the table across from theirs, where six or seven teenage girls in puffy pastel atrocities are giggling over some tiered tea trays.

“Yeah, what they’ve got.”

The waiter seems completely unruffled. Paul narrows his eyes, looking at Ace– specifically, he’s looking for Ace’s phone– but if he’s got it on him, it must be in his pocket. The waiter pulls out the afternoon tea menus.

“We have two options for tea. The afternoon tea, and the royal tea. Your selections of sandwiches and sweets are completely customizable. The royal tea does include a glass of rose wine and–”

“Paulie, he’s trying to upsell you,” Ace says with a snort.

“I don’t remember saying I would pay.”

“You invited me. And I did buy your painting. That’s how it works, right?” Ace turns to the waiter after a quick glance at the menu. “Gimme the afternoon tea. Uh. Darjeeling. Don’t gimme any of the cream puffs or mousse, all right? Just, uh, substitute in more of the scones.”

“And you, sir?”

Paul had been about to get a salad just to spite him, just to show how little time he wants to spend entertaining him here. Afternoon tea– God, it’s comical. Ridiculous. His youngest had that at her birthday party about three years ago. What the hell is Ace doing? What’s he trying to accomplish?

He doesn’t know.

“I’ll take the upsell. And jasmine tea. No substitutes on any of the stuff on the tray.”

The waiter nods, heading off at that brisk pace. Ace pushes his hair back behind his ear, and smiles.

“You got a good crowd coming?”

“Yeah. It’s a good crowd.”

“’S good. I used to sell my art, too.” Ace is so matter-of-fact that Paul can almost feel his own blood pressure start to rise. He can’t ever outright call out arch meanings with Ace, the way he can with Gene, for all he’s sure they’re there. Ace doesn’t have those tells that Gene does. “It was all on the computer. I used to really like to tinker with it. Now all you gotta do is click and put a filter on it.”

“Not very tactile.”

“Nah. I got settings on my– on my webcam now, for when I do interviews. Barely even gotta put on any makeup with how well that filters out all the imperfections.” Ace peers at him. “I could show you sometime. I guess now that KISS is done you–”

“Cut the crap, Ace, and tell me what you want.”

“Nothing.”

“Cut the crap.”

“What’d you get the upsell for, Paul? Since when do you gotta have a drink to deal with me?”

Paul doesn’t answer, just grabs his Coke and takes a long swig. He used to be able to do Gene this way. Silent treatment him for hours and hours. This last tour– the last tour– it had gotten unbearable for both of them. Each show another nail in the coffin, a relief as much as it was an agony. Another shaving down of whatever was left of their friendship.

He hadn’t even seen Gene since the last show. It hadn’t even occurred to him until just now.

Ace takes a couple sips of his water. He’s not looking at Paul. His gaze is towards those teenage girls.

“My fiancee’s got a girl about that age,” he says quietly. “She’s got a friend that dresses kinda like that, real frilly. She brought her over to the house once. Call themselves Lolitas or something. I don’t get it.”

“It’s Japanese.” Two words more than he’d meant to give him.

“Oh.” Ace nods, glancing briefly at his own shirt. “I’d like to get back over there someday. I dunno that I will.”

Probably not. Ace can’t afford to tour outside of the States. Paul tries to swallow his next comment, but he doesn’t manage.

“I’m not touring again, Ace.”

“I know. I’m not asking you to.”

“I’m not helping you tour.”

“I’m not asking for that, either.”

“Then what are you–”

The waiter reemerges, first with their teas and then, immediately afterward, with the trays, laden with tiny sandwiches and sweets. Ace’s grin only widens, and he immediately snatches the smoked salmon sandwich from his tea tray and sticks the entire thing in his mouth. One bite.

“Fuck, that was good. Are you still on the vegetarian bit? Can I have yours?”

“No. No, I’m not.” Paul takes his own salmon sandwich from his tray just to spite him, eating it more slowly. But three bites and it’s just as gone as Ace’s. Pretty good. It occurs to him, briefly, that Ace probably thinks Olive Garden is fine dining at this point in his life. It would be sad if he hadn’t done it to himself.

Ace moves onto the quiche. This one, he cuts up into raggedy thirds, stabbing each with his fork.

“Caramelized onions on top. Y’know, my manager, he’s something of a chef, but–”

“Tell me what you want, Ace.”

Ace pulls out his phone. Paul stiffens before he realizes Ace is just checking his texts.

“You never answered me. I didn’t think you would.” He lifts his eyes from the phone, setting it down on the table, face up. Ace’s got the font set as large as he can get it. Same as him. “What I want is company, Paulie. I want your company so damn bad I’ll pay you for it.”

“Like hell. You want an in.” The salmon feels like it’s about to come back up in his throat. “You want me to endorse you.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“You want a photo with me. Maybe a soundbyte for Youtube.” Paul forces himself to exhale. “Your album barely sold. KISS is gone and you’re still out there in the clubs. So you want a little more buzz. Maybe I’d help you get ten more butts in the seats at those fucking dive bars you play–”

“I’m not at fucking dive bars.”

“When was the last time you sold out an arena? I’ll wait. No. I know.”

Ace’s mouth is pinched, face just a little flushed. He eats the pieces of his quiche in rapid succession, then starts savagely on the remaining sandwiches, just grabbing them off the tray and stuffing them in his mouth. Then he starts on the tea, taking a quick swallow without the cream and sugars Paul remembers him always adding in.

“Same as the last time you didn’t sound like shit.” He grabs the tongs, dropping in three sugars, then the cream, stirring them, eyes full on Paul’s face, daring him to get up, daring him to leave. “Gene told me what happened to you, back when we toured Australia together. I know all about that.”

“You don’t know shit.”

“You ruined yourself and then you blamed him with it. And he believes it, too. That’s the funny thing.” A swallow. “He was about in tears when he told me. Gene’s a snake, but he’s better than either of us. All he hasn’t sold off yet is his conscience.”

The tea trays never looked so comical. Silver tiers, pastel sweets, bright-colored sandwiches. He’s focusing on them because there’s nothing else to focus on. Only that Ace wants him to go. Ace wants him to go so that he can feel like he’s won. But Ace hasn’t won anything. His whole life he’s given up everything he ever had like a goddamn fool, then begged the whole world for their scraps. He can’t get front row. He can’t get the Ritz Carlton. He’s lucky he got fifteen minutes of Paul’s time.

“Gene’s a liar.”

“Not about that.” Another swallow of tea. Paul expects another sharp accusation, but Ace just swaps tactics like credit cards from a billfold. “It doesn’t matter anymore. Just like it doesn’t matter what I play like when I go out there. You… you and Gene took me to see James Brown, for my birthday that time. I remember seeing that old man out there, seeing them put all the capes on him, I thought, they should put him to bed, don’t put him out there, he’s a-a fucking dinosaur, now– but they did. ’Cause he didn’t know what else to do with himself. All he could do was sing all the old songs. Put on the capes. Be a joke.”

“You’re the only joke here.”

“We both are.” Ace keeps eating. Almost all the sandwiches are gone from his tray. He’s onto the scones. “I don’t want an in, Paul. I just want someone I can talk to.”

“Talk to Gene.”

“I can’t.”

“Talk to Peter.”

“He won’t.”

“Why me?”

Ace finishes off the scone. There’s a little butter smeared across his lip.

“You know why.”

It’s the music business. The music business. I don’t owe you friendship. I don’t owe you anything. Doc’s adage, the one he’s scrawled on one of his paintings, there in the gallery, burns somewhere in his heart: quality time remaining. Like he’s a bomb about to go off. Like someone’s subtracting his last breaths down. Quality time remaining and in just a couple hours, he’ll be spending that time doing those forty meet and greets for fans that want a moment and a picture and a couple autographs. Fans that only know him from the magazines and interviews and two hours at a time in a couple hundred concerts, but think of him like a brother, like a lover, like a demigod. Ace doesn’t know him, he wants to insist, but that’s a lie. Ace knew him when he was no one.

Ace knew him when the Hotel Diplomat was the best they could manage. When they hauled their gear in a milk truck. When the KISS t-shirts were iron-ons they cut out themselves. When Bill was signing them onto Casablanca. When every show was a rush of adrenaline, instead of a slog. When it didn’t hurt, when he could bounce back from anything, just anything–

(when)

Long skinny legs spread across a cheap yellow duvet. A girl’s head between them. The room assignments had swapped; Peter was rooming with his wife, and Ace, Ace was lying there, getting head from that girl as Paul stepped out from the shower.

(you want in on this, paul? and his finger crooked, beckoning lazily)

(and he did. and he did. that was the first sidle into something new, something filthy. he had taken the girl from behind while she sucked off ace, but it was only after she left that it really mattered. it was only after that that they’d fooled around together, feigning drunk after only three beers apiece.)

(you want in on this, paul?)

Those same legs in faded jeans, close to fifteen years later. No girl this time but the hotel might as well have been the same. Ace’s fortunes had declined even worse than KISS.’ And yet he’d had enough reason to spend the night with him, after the Limelight show, without a girl there for that edge of rockstar excess.

Another ten years. Another scattered handful of moments. Ace high on pills. Paul edging on the verge of divorce. The disgust had started to fester long before then, disgust and awareness. Ace was throwing it all away again, casual and careless. Ace wasn’t what he wanted, in or out of bed, and he never had been. He was still just some crude kid from the Bronx that played guitar better than him, that crashed cars, that drank himself to stupors, only then he was nearly fifty instead of twenty-five.

He couldn’t change. Just kept making the same mistakes. Just kept playing the same old chords, the same chords anyone could play. He’d proved that afterwards, hadn’t he? He’d proved that. The fans had taken Tommy for twenty years. Ace had never been special at all.

Paul tries to think that. Tries to assure himself of that. But looking Ace in the face stops him cold. There’s defeat there, sure. But there’s a spark in those dark, hooded eyes, too. There’s a spark that no stupid tea outing and no amount of barbs from him could ever manage to completely extinguish.

It’s a spark he remembers, and for the barest sliver of time, it’s just enough to almost make him look young.

“Maybe I’m better off trying them. Gene’s not so sore at me anymore.” Ace lifts a macaron from his tray. “He’s still the one paying his old band.”

“I know.”

“Peter’ll let it all go if I visit him.”

“He would.”

“It’s just you I wanted, that’s all.” Ace gets up, having to lean against the table in order to stand. He reaches for his Gucci purse, hooking it to his shoulder. “It’s always been you.”

“Ace–”

“Don’t let them get too weird with you at the event. Pretend you can’t hear ’em.” Ace’s words are only a little dry as he crunches the macaron, then reaches for the remaining scones, wrapping them in a napkin. Paul’s stomach starts to twist. All the fight seems out of him, all the acidity, all the hope. In tearing Paul up, he tore himself up, too. Mutually-assured destruction. “Your girl that sold me the painting, she said–”

“Which one did you buy?”

He says it suddenly, barely realizing it’s out of his mouth until Ace answers.

“What?”

“Which one?”

“The, uh, one of the abstracts.”

“Which one?”

“The blue and purple. Anyway, she said–”

“Sit down.”

“Paul–”

“Finish off the food. I will, too.”

“I’m not–”

(i want)

“You’re coming with me.”

“Paul, c’mon, I know you don’t wanna, not after–”

“I do.”

A couple of old men drinking tea in the Ritz Carlton. A couple of young men under the covers of a Motel Six. Age shattering vocals, crippling fingers. Bitterness seeping in from every raw deal and every undercut and every canceled show, a lifetime of old pains without a salve. And yet, as Ace sits back down, easing into his chair, reaching for the strawberry on top of the tea tray, Paul finds himself almost ready to let it all go.

#kiss the band #kiss fanfiction #paul stanley #ace frehley #ace frehley x paul stanley #stehley

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oraclekleo · 3 months

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Wanted: Brainstorming Buddies

Hello, my dear followers and occasional visitors to this blog.

Recently I have realised I would like to communicate more directly with people. My intention is to enlarge the little group of friends I talk to on a daily/weekly/monthly basis. I’m not a super sociable person but my interactions fall onto the shoulders of a few close friends and they kinda carry all the weight of my hectic brain functions. I love them and that’s why I would like to enlarge the list of my regular social contacts in order to spread the burden more evenly.

And naturally I thought of you guys, who are my support and sunshine for months and years here. So my first appeal is to be posted here. This is my plan A. I do have plans B, C, D, E, F, G and H but if it works out, I might not need to use them.

I have created a Discord group chat, which I would love to use to communicate directly with a larger group of friends. It’s not only tarot and astrology focused, I have many interests and I would like to share them all.

You can join the Discord by contacting me directly through DMs or my email [email protected].

Before you do, you should read the list below.

Why you SHOULDN’T join this group chat:

I’m an INTP MBTI type and it comes with some challenging characteristics. You can check the YouTube video 8 Weird Habits Of An INTP Personality Type for reference. I’m not always the worst case scenario of these but it gives a pretty good sum up.

I question EVERYTHING! Systems, rules, customs, traditions, beliefs… I’m not a religious person myself and if you present me with a problem with some rule, I will question the existence of the rule in the first place, I will probably bend it or find a loophole. I respect all beliefs but if you tell me that you have a problem with certain aspects of your belief, I will question why you stick to it. 😂 You can always tell me to move on and forget about the topic, though. I question my own opinions, rules and habits just the same so it’s not like I’m being unfair.

I’m not a shoulder to cry on or a hugging type, not even virtual hugs type. I’m a problem solver. If you share your worry or struggle or issue with me, you also have to add what reaction you want from me. If you don’t provide this information, I automatically switch to solving mode. You can tell me you just want to rant without me suggesting anything. You can tell me you want me to take your mind off the topic and cheer you up or entertain you or whatever. Just make sure you let me know what you want me to do with your issue because otherwise I will present you with one or more solutions. 😜

My mind is constantly open and I have a great respect towards diversity and freedom but I really don’t tolerate hate in any form. If you want to go for hateful rants or serious nasty complaints about people, this might not be the chat for you.

I like to keep the conversation flowing. If you are the type of person who prefers to only listen in and you are happy this way, not wanting to step outside the comfort zone, this is probably not the chat for you. If you are usually quiet but would like to start using your voice more, feel free to join, though. Effort counts with me.

I love dark sense of humour and sarcasm is my first language and I’m so fluent in it. If you are a very sensitive person, you might have a hard time with me. I’m not deliberately rude to anyone but I will test the waters and make brutal jokes now and then to observe the reactions.

I’m an adult person and I do include adult topics and language. If that’s something you feel uncomfortable about, you should avoid joining the chat.

I’m not a big fan of drama and overreacting. I can deal with occasional emotional load from my friends but if you are the type of person who truly goes nuts when it comes to emotions, you might find me cold and unfriendly.

I love to discuss a vast variety of topics and link them with each other and find patterns. It’s how my brain works. It can be confusing sometimes so you might need to bare with me.

Why you SHOULD join this group chat:

Because of me - there are not many people like me and you might actually discover some of my more intimate sides I don’t show on the blog

Because of yourself - you might want to start socialising a tiny bit more but you don’t have just one interest, you want to talk about anything and everything

Because of the fun - I have many negative sides to me but I’m not a dull or boring person and I will do my best to keep the chat alive and entertaining.

Because of the brainstorming - Are you a creative person yourself? You might need brainstorming buddies! I surely do need some. And when you brainstorm with me, I’m more than happy to return the favour and brainstorm with you.

Because by exploring and communicating our minds, hearts, souls and spirits grow and become more vibrant. This is your opportunity to take one small step towards personal growth.

Because you can leave anytime - if the chat isn’t your cup of tea, you can leave. My feelings won’t be harmed, I respect that each person is different and I don’t have many feelings to be hurt in the first place. 😜

If you have reached here with the reading, you might as well want to join the group chat. Feel free to contact me through DMs or email [email protected].

You surely understand that I don’t want to share the invitation link publicly as I would like to avoid trolls and spammers joining your little soul family.

I’m looking forward to your reactions and I’m gonna be delighted by your interest if there is any.

P.S. Brainstorming helps me to stay motivated so once I have my little circle of buddies, I’ll feel more eager to return to tarot readings and other fun activities for you. Just saying. No pressure! (Only I might feel motivated enough to open free readings and I mean all the readings, including fun tarot spreads like the Path of the Dragon and others 😉)

Thank you for reading this far.

Kleo 🦄

#oracle kleo #writer kleo #tarot #writing #adulting #intp female #group chat

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cursed-angelic-art · 4 months

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For the ship ask game and the crackhead ships I find hilarious and interesting:

BingLiu

LiuShang

MoBing

JiuYuan

(I think they're funny and silly)

Oh man, this'll be a long one. Tysm for the ask! I think as a disclaimer for these asks, to get it out of the way; I can't really conceptualize any of these ships without Bingqiu and Moshang still there, lurking. I try to think of just the ship at hand, but the uninvolved characters from each of these pairing are still coloring my perception of each ship listed.

Bingliu

Ship It

What made you ship it? Honestly it's just the antagonism. I'd like to read some UST into it. Also, while I believe Shen Yuan is narratively the best person for Luo Binghe (on account of him caring so much about LBH and about him having a good story), I think from Luo Binghe's pov, he just needed someone to step in at the right moment and care for him. I like to entertain an au idea of LQG being in the wrong place at the right time and blundering into stopping LBH from being abused, leading to LBH's lifelong obsession with his Shishu.

What are your favorite things about the ship? Literally the enmity. Being at each other's throats for five years, fighting over a dead man, does something to a person.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? Idk what's unpopular since I haven't spent much time on just these two. I think if it weren't for sqq, these two wouldn't need much to warm up to each other? At least from Luo Binghe's end. He values loyalty and strength. Liu Qingge is a harder nut to crack imo. It would depend on the circumstances.

Liushang

Ship It (Somewhat)

What made you ship it? From the little fanwork I've seen, I think it could be viable and fun.

What are your favorite things about the ship? Mostly just Shang Qinghua finding more stability among the peak lords and being taken care of. Having someone on his side who is explicitly loyal to him and cares about him more overtly. Idk how things fall that Liu Qingge would end up taking on that role, but I believe it could happen.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? Not really, because I haven't explored this ship much.

Mobing Don’t Ship It

Why don’t you ship it? I just see these guys as coworkers/friends, but not even super close friends. Binghe is kind of a young upstart/apprentice to Mobei-jun, and I just struggle to see Mobei going for that??

What would have made you like it? Probably a talented fic author. I'm willing to read any ship, and I think if an author set things up such that Mobei sees in Binghe some of the parts he's attracted to in SQH, but in like early PIDW canon, I could be invested. Beyond fanwork, I think maybe if canon showed them interacting a bit more, that would have helped.

Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it? There's loyalty, there's hot guys, there's committing atrocities together. I can see why people ship it for sure.

Jiuyuan Don’t Ship It

Why don’t you ship it? I think I just struggle to see it conceptually? It's hard for me to reckon with Shen Yuan falling for someone who hurt Binghe. That said, I still enjoy some fancontent for it. AU stuff can be really creative in a way that makes me enjoy it on occasion, but I tend to gravitate towards canon compliant or canon divergence type fics.

What would have made you like it? Honestly, outside of enjoying fanwork and aus about, I can't really think of something that could be changed about the canon, that would have made me invested. Maybe if Shen Yuan was at all haunted by Shen Jiu's corpse, that would be really zesty, but would also have changed a lot about the story. I'd def read an au about that though.

Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it? I do think that Shen Yuan comes to have very mixed feelings about the previous SQQ, and could be persuaded to care for him more than pity him. In an au, I can see this being a basis for something. I don't think that something would necessarily be healthy, but are any of the pairings in this book? I think an au where they're both inhabiting the body together could be a really fun way of smooshing them together where they have to become wholly invested in each other.

Ship/Don't Ship Ask Game

#For most ships I've answered #ill def read fic about them #i believe anything can come of a good story #but the ones i mark as ship it are ones that have occasionally brought to the verge of brainrot #to ones that give me fulltime brainworms #svsss #liushang #bingliu #mobing #jiuyuan #scum villian self saving system

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overobsessedfanboy23 · 1 year

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YGO Rivals Ranked

Giving this a try. I put this one off for a while because, to be honest, this is the hardest set of characters to rank or, in some cases, even fully know how I feel about. *glares at one specific character, you all know who it is if you follow me* So... here’s my best attempt but just know, a lot of these are pretty interchangeable for me. Well, except my number 7 pick.

Oh also I’m not caught on Go Rush and it’s not done but Zwijo is looking to be a pretty good rival so far. He’s not on this list but he’s my favourite character in Go Rush so far so I figured I’d honourably mention him.

Anyways, onto the clear worst rival:

7 Reiji/Declan Akaba

Okay, I don’t dislike Reiji but compared to the other rivals… yeah, he falls pretty short. He’s the worst at being Yuya’s rival, they’re really far apart in age (or at least look that way) and Reiji is also basically his leader/general in seasons 2 and 3. Rivals are supposed to have even footing but not only does Reiji have way too much power over Yuya, he’s also an objectively better duellist than him for almost the entire show. Watching the show, it never registered to me that Reiji was “supposed” to be the rival, he fulfills that role so poorly. I don’t particularly dislike him. He’s an awful person but I do feel like the narrative usually condemns his actions (unlike a certain OTHER CHARACTER) or at least uses his awfulness as a way to illustrate the show’s themes of war corrupting both sides. I could never work up much effort to dislike him nut I couldn’t work up any effort to like him either. Sawatari should’ve been the main rival, Reiji really just isn’t anything special outside of his dub voice (which is a given, it’s Billy Bob Thompson) and some sparse moments but otherwise, he serves his role as everything but Yuya’s rival perfectly fine.

6 Roa Kirishima

To be honest, I have no clue who people consider the main rival of Sevens. Luke has the most presence opposing Yuga but he’s definitely more of the best friend character, Romin and Gakuto are both just friends to Yuga so for me, it was a toss up between Roa and Neil. And I’m choosing Roa because A) he was introduced first and B) he has specific beef with Yuga due to Otis choosing Yuga over him. He isn’t much of a rival after that first arc but he was still an interesting foil to Yuga as well as an antagonist to Romin. He’s also pretty funny, especially when the joke is at his expense. He’s not super deep or compelling which is why he’s this low but he’s all he needed to be: an entertaining rival and eventual friend to Yuga.

5 Kaito Tenjo

Hear me out. I love Zexal but one of my biggest problems with it was always how the second half of the show treated Kaito. He was a major character in the first half, a huge threat to Astral and Yuma and a catalyst for their development, and through it all, he was sympathetic and interesting. The final duel of season one is one of my favourites in Zexal because of his dilemma in it. He is great in Zexal I. And then Zexal II just… had no clue what to do with him. He doesn’t do anything but duel Mizael and die on the moon. His death was also poorly conveyed and confusing and yes I am talking about the sub here, that’s the definitive version of Zexal to me. The second half didn’t ruin Kaito or anything but I do feel that it ended up making me like Kaito less than I feel I should.

4 Jack Atlas

(Important note here that I prefer 5Ds in dub and primarily know it that way but have seen the final sub-exclusive arc, so I’m referring to dub Jack, though I’m familiar with both versions.)

While it’s definitely a less extreme case than Kaito, Jack is another character who I feel peaked in the first half of his show and then in the second half, doesn’t get much to do and feels flat as a result. Even putting aside the whole Carly retcon (which really is disgusting in the context of the show’s continuity), Jack just doesn’t have the same presence or narrative importance in that second half of the show and it feels like his development from Dark Signers was a little ignored. Like, as much as I love Yusei and Jack’s final duel and where that finale leaves all its characters, Jack’s obsession with being a lone wolf felt kind of off? Despite this however, Jack remained consistently entertaining (funny) post Dark Signers, even if that arc is where he peaked: it’s where he’s at his most interesting and relatable. And his most tragic. Do you have a minute to talk about our lord and saviour JackxCarly?-

Seriously though, that duel is where he peaked. Sorry not sorry.

3 Seto Kaiba

(Note: DM is the other Yugioh I primarily know in dub so again, I’m primarily talking about dub Kaiba here)

Kaiba has always been my favourite DM character. Heck, he was the one part of the show I legitimately enjoyed in the first half of Duelist Kingdom. Before that Yugi vs Kaiba duel on the tower, I was watching the show for completely ironic reasons. What can I say? I have a soft spot for the douchebags with a secret heart of gold, especially when that heart of gold is for their younger sibling. He’s also hilarious. Actually, out of every character on this list, Kaiba is probably the funniest to me: his snarkiness and absurd duelling obsession is a riot. He’s so over the top and douchey and dramatic and it is hilarious. He was the one thing that kept me going through that dreadful virtual arc. He’s also legit badass when he needs to be, like in the final arc when he went up against Z-Orc. Also, and this is probably because he’s the OG rival, but Kaiba is narratively the best rival of all these characters. He and Yugi are constantly at odds and duel each other multiple times throughout the show. Kaiba is the bane of Yugi’s existence yet also his ally when Yugi really needs him to be and it works pretty well. While I like the other rival characters, none of them ever quite got to this same degree of precise narrative importance.

2 Jun Manjome

And my GX character bias shines through again. But come on, how could I not love this silly dorky little creature of a man? Admittedly, what GX’s god awful dub did to Manjome makes it really hard for me to admit this, especially since it’s been a while since I’ve watched GX all the way through. But honestly, while I’m rusty on some story details of GX, I don’t feel rusty on the characters and I’ve always unironically liked Manjome. At first, he was just a typical snobbish school bully character but then we learn more about him: that his family put all this pressure on him to be exceptional lest he not be the “underachiever” of the family, which is something I relate to immensely to put it lightly. He also had a very relatable story arc in season four (seriously, his words when the students overcome Darkness stick with me the most out of all of them) and is consistently pretty funny. Like, legitimately a funny charming character in the sub. And like. A real person, not just a stupid joke. No, I will not stop repeatedly punching the GX dub in the face, it’s so bad-

But anyways, Manjome good. Really the only thing I don’t like about him is his honestly creepy simping over Asuka, which is more the show’s fault than his in my opinion and it’s not nearly as grating to me as Revolver’s racism.

Oh, right, speaking of which…

…

God, I hate to say this-

1 Revolver/Ryoken Kogami

*bashes head against a wall* God, why the hell am I saying this? Oh my god. Am I seriously this gay?

(Important note: I am ignoring Duel Links in this conversation, do not bring up Revolver’s flanderised stupid ass behaviour in Duel Links. I do not consider that to be an accurate representation of him.)

Seriously, take this placement with a grain of salt: my opinion on this character has changed so many times I can barely keep track anymore. However, he (tied with Ai) is the character I’ve written the most about on my AO3 so I definitely like him. However, while I do my best to keep him in character, I basically give Ryoken the development I felt he should’ve had in canon, which really exacerbates the feeling I’ve always had that canon Ryoken is an incomplete character. His visceral blind hatred toward the Ignis simply for existing always rubbed me the wrong way. I can tolerate it in season 1 since he’s a villain and his actions are very clearly condemned by the narrative. However, when he comes back in season 2 as an ally of the heroes still believing in this bigotry, it seemingly presents said bigotry (which is always phrased uncomfortably similarly to real life bigotry) as a debatable ‘agree to disagree’ topic, which is irresponsible and disgusting. I’ve covered this in more detail in the past so I won’t harp on this for too much longer but just know that this irritates me personally and I am being restrained. I’m aware Ryoken believes what he does because of his father’s brainwashing but… that’s the other issue. Ryoken, onscreen, never grows out of his blind loyalty toward his father, who neglected him, brainwashed him, and tortured children before his eyes when he was EIGHT. It doesn’t surprise me that Ryoken was messed up by this, and honestly it’s a compelling setup, but it’s a set up with no pay off, which makes his bigotry toward the Ignis unbearable. And it didn't need to be this way. Just cut that stupid ass scene in the season 3 clipshow episode where he goes “yeah, I still believe in genocide-ing the Ignis even after everything that happened last season” then maybe I could believe that the moments where he doesn’t seem fully sold that Ai is a threat at first and later entrusts Playmaker with the fate of mankind actually meant something!

…wow that’s a lot of negative things about Revolver. Would you be surprised to hear that I actually really love him? When he’s not being racist scum, his personality is actually pretty appealing. He’s very calculated and downright vicious as a duellist, but not out of hate. He respects his opponents and shows that respect by giving the duel no less than his all and I like that. It’s interesting. I also like how despite being a villain/anti-hero, he still has a level of honour/respect, even for his adversaries. Like when he kept his promise to give Playmaker the cure to the computer virus infecting Blue Angel after Playmaker beat him. The only time I recall him not giving his all in a duel was that first duel against Soulburner and that was in an admittedly clumsy attempt to make amends with him for the Lost Incident. Because Revolver is physically incapable of directly voicing how he feels and honestly, that’s probably the most relatable trait out of every character on this list. I know some people hate it but I relate to it so hard. And use it for comedic purposes in my writing way more often than I probably should. I have nothing but respect for Revolver as a duellist, he’s very skilled and respectful and I love his duels and while I don’t agree with what he fights for most of the time, he still fights that fight with honour. But I just have so much fun dunking on him as a person. He’s so fucking stupid yet simultaneously talks existential shit like some kind of genius and on a side note, his Japanese voice is so good, I could listen to him talk for hours. Oh my gosh-

Okay, I need to be honest for a minute. Revolver is not the best rival character. Kaiba is the best at fulfilling the rival role and Manjome has the most solid character arc. Either one of them is more legitimately deserving of this spot than Revolver. The reason Revolver is here is because I’d feel bad making people scroll past an abnormally long wall of text just to see who all of my picks are. I wrote so much more about Revolver than any other character on this list because whether I like it or not, Revolver is the character I feel most passionately about and that’s… at least partially for canon reasons. So… yeah, I feel comfortable saying I love him, just with the disclaimer of “he was mishandled in season 3 and completely bastardised in Duel Links.”

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geigcounter · 11 months

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2,7,11,17

YES OKAY.

2: i have this problem almost specifically with female characters but there are some characters that you simply CANNOT convince me would bottom. like ever, in any universe. one of them is meenah because her whole thing is being in control of every situation and people acting to her will. she likes entertaining herself and doesn't care that much about other people's feelings. she would NOT let any motherfucker (especially some random guy i'm looking at you r34 artists) top her. i could make like a full list of every character that i don't think would top/bottom and why but that would be unhinged so i think i'll leave it there

7: this is a really hard question because i actually dislike very few characters! but honestly like. this will probably incite the most violence but some jane fans are kind of fucking nuts. so i have issues with some characters because of trauma that i'm trying to deal with, and jane is one that i have some problems with still. some jane fans get SO FUCKING MAD if you dislike her or even just don't love her for literally any fucking reason.

11: i have a bunch of ships filtered LMFAO. mostly just incest because i don't like seeing incest stuff. i also have a bunch of non-homestuck fandom tags filtered because some fandoms really annoy me.

17: DAVE AND ROSE/JADE AND JOHN SIBLING DYNAMIC!!! also general prospitkid family dynamic, there's not enough of it. and i would be remiss if i did not plug one of my favorite underrated ships: aradave. i could make an entire post just for aradave propaganda but i don't think i'm going to subject you all to that.

#cgat homestuck #cgat says stuff #cgat inbox

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sunnsfighter · 2 years

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Intro And Info!

So yeah , welcome to this page! Call me sunns.

Trying my hand at this now since it might be easier with a migration going on already.. idk?

Im actually a refugee of different site that shut down ages ago (like 3-4 years ago i think??)

Tried insta and its not what im looking for , so im trying here for real this time

(I used IG/twitter for art /feeds and entertainment since i dont use tiktok , and venting/keeping in contact with irls who have insta )

21, dont really care about pronouns (prefer just going by sunns or sunny)

Until requests are made for side blogs or it feels needed, thisll be a multifandom/general content account!

Before ya follow/interact:

Takes me a second to reply to dms !

(Mentally im a bit unstable and partially mute , diagnosed for some things but might have other things going on, please be a bit patient with me! If im too much lemme know)

For tws im doing common triggers only like bugs/gore body horror, auto marking it as sensitive/mature content and and straight up nsfw/lewdposting is going in a new blog if needed . For any uncommon triggers my ocs have or if theres content I do thats triggering and you follow, lemme know in dms and ill make a special oc/contact tag or phrase for you to filter out , and add it to my special tag list below

I do :

-oc art (for this account i wanna try writing and light doodles, whatevers in my head)

- have a fuck ton of AUs ive always wanted to do a tumblr for , but never gotten the chance to do.. ill test a few out see what sticks

- occasional screenshot edits !

Fandoms, new and old:

- Jojos bizarre adventure

-Monster high: (looking to see the new show and old stuff, skipping the irl movie)

-Card game animes (buddyfight vet, YGO Fan, cardfight vanguard enjoyer, still gotta get back into shadowverse/battle spirits again.. always down for more)

-pokemon (games or anime)

-digimon (anime , want to play the game)

- Carmen sandeigo (90s and Modern)

-Jem and the holograms (revival when??? Read both idw and watched 90s)

-Splatoon (been playing since 2)

Secondhand Fandom interests (i like owning ocs and/or seeing content from the fandom, even people post and talk about it and spoilers , but not exactly interested in the show itself or in the fandom )

-Cookie run

- Steven Universe (seen it all for the sake of knowing how it ends , old fav of mine but lost its shine when i got older, now i just like the ocs)

-BNHA : not interested in watching at all, just like the idea behind it

-osc/ object show ocs (ocs are a comfort of mine, i know little context )

- MLP: ponies fun, and so is edits

-miraculous ladybug : that whole love square thing is nuts and would drive me batty so i wouldnt loyally watch (In order or from the beginning) however i look into people talking bout spoilers cuz i saw some random late season eps and got kinda invested

-the simpsons : twitter algorythm got me into the content ngl

Favorite things:

-OOAK doll customs

-vtuber/mmd/3d models

-crafts and plushies !

-general doll collecting!

-pokemon cards!

Character/inspo list!!!

FCBF:

https://sunnsfighter.tumblr.com/post/701598567859666944/character-insposfaves

cardfight vanguard:

https://sunnsfighter.tumblr.com/post/701602059573706752/cardfight-vanguard-im-not-as-hype-for-it-as-bf

carmen sandeigo:

https://sunnsfighter.tumblr.com/post/702734768685596672/carmen-sandeigo-faves-shorter-post-ill-add

general aesthetics and other fandom faves:

https://sunnsfighter.tumblr.com/post/702741884320284672/other-character-faves-aesthetics-aesthetics

Special tags/phrases -

[Tag] Admin Sunndeigo- carmen sandeigo AUS by the admin

(Sub tags TBA, but ill have 90s or 19 before the AUs so youll know whats what)

[Tag] Sunns eclipse- vent tag , commonly paired with code CIL

[ phrase , could be a tag] Code CIL - usually accompanied by a vent post, a character i own with both gore and body horror

Buddyfight: Next Born Chaos [2nd gen buddyfight fanseason] - admins 2nd gen buddyfight fan season/story

The yota project [3rd gen BF ace story]

Admins fan story for buddyfight ace next gens

[Tag]Gemblooded (if tag is active, will add sunns presents to it) - my SU AU.

Next gemerations [tent title] my version of a SU gem world. The CGs do not exist as a team and hybrids are aplenty..

(I cant wait to revive those subrace concepts)

#pinned bios #introduction #newish #what will i show? maybe the stuff i was going to #looking to follow

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uenodivision · 2 years

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Aranai's Thoughts on Shizuoka Division

Hojo Kanon

"...So, is this a thing now? Do all Chuohku scientists go nuts after leaving that place, or what? I mean, there's the creepy spider lady from Shinagawa, the snake-like woman from Minato, and now we have a deranged psychotic in Shizuoka. Like seriously, is forfeiting your sanity a requirement for them or something?

"...Well, whatever. She can do whatever she wants in her crazy world. As long as she stays far away from me and mine here in Ueno, we'll have no problems."

Aichi Reika

"This chick is the reason why I don't care much for the upper class. I mean, that prick from Aoyama is about as close to arrogance as I can take. And if you heard stories about this chick and the fact that she supposedly gets richer after each of her husbands dies, then you'd understand what I mean.

"Speaking of which, I hear she and that prick have some sort of grudge against each other, which is kinda surprising. I thought all the rich stick together cause money is what binds them. Guess I was wrong. Oh well. Watching them beat the crap out of each other should be entertaining. I'll be sure to bring some popcorn along for the show."

Kito Sakura

"Ugh, another Yakuza member. I'd have respect for her, but after dealing with that white-haired bastard from Yokohama, I hate anyone who even has dealings with those guys. So this chick is on the list of people I don't care for. And I'll say this right now: if I catch any of your little goons here in Ueno trying to weasel in on my territory, they're coming back to you in boxes. You've been forewarned, bitch."

Silent Tragedy

"A psychotic madwoman, a wannabe 'black widow', and a Yakuza boss. From what I've heard, Boss-Lady has made it her mission to bring these three to justice. I've got nothing against them... for now. But as I stated earlier, if they try to make moves against my city, they're going to pay for it. And that's not a threat or a promise, it's just a natural fact."

#hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis microphone #hypnosis mic #aranai norikoru #shizuoka division #silent tragedy #hojo kanon #aichi reika #kito sakura

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void-wolfie · 2 months

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It’s been a while and I know you’re not really in the mood to write but I hope you’re down to answering some questions. Missed your presence on my home page.

1. What are the three scents you like?

2. What’s your favorite board or card game?

3. What is the weirdest thing you’ve ever eaten?

4. Have you ever thought of what your future baby will be named?

5. Who is your all-time favorite Disney character?

6. Are you afraid of ghosts?

7. Do you believe that love is blind?

8. What period would you travel to if you were given a time machine?

9. Would you take it if you had the opportunity to be immortal?

10. What makes your day better?

Hope you’re doing well and school isn’t too stressful, if it is do take the time to entertain my silly request. Maybe it’ll be a good distraction. Or not, you can totally ignore me lol.

With love,

- 🥞

really sorry I haven't been in the mood to write lately lol, but hell yeah, I'm always down to talk to my lovely followers

1. 3 scents I like?

vanilla, the smell before it rains, and bonfires

2. favorite board / card game?

we don't play board games very much in my house, but cards games are fun, Uno is always good, Cards Against Humanity, Skip-bo is classic in my house, and if I'm really bored I'll play solitaire on my computer lol

3. weirdest thing I've ever eaten?

not much considering I'm a picky eater (how I ended up with someone who's a chef I'll never understand lol)

weirdest thing though would probably have to be raw octopus, had it a sushi restaurant once when I was like 8

4. future kids names?

honestly I'm so young I haven't really thought about having kids much, I think I'm still in a part of my life where I don't exactly want them, but who knows maybe that'll change sometime in the future

however, considering most of my friends (the girls, not the guys obviously lol) are the type to think about this a lot and it's actually come up in conversation before, I have slightly thought about it lol

I don't keep a written list or anything so here's just a few off the top of my head; Jordan, Alexander, Riley, Justin, Brandon, Brooke, Erik, Sam

5. favorite Disney character?

ughhh, this is so hard why would you do this to me 😭

if I had to pick I'm going to sayyyyyy, Baloo from The Jungle Book, I used to watch that movie so much as a kid

however, Mushu (Mulan) and Genie (Aladdin) are close seconds

6. afraid of ghosts?

honestly, I feel like it would depend on the ghost, if it's evil I'm running the hell away, if it's nice I'm pulling up a chair and asking it every question I can think of lol

7. is love blind?

wow, this is a tough one... honestly I'm not sure. I think that maybe, sometimes love can blind people, but I wouldn't say that's the case all the time. I think it just comes down to the person and the situation.

8. when/where would I travel to if I had a time machine?

oh god, so many places

first stop would probably be the Renaissance (England), kings, knights, swords, and jousting? hell yeah lol

Ancient Egypt? sign me up, gotta prove the conspiracy nuts wrong and show them aliens didn't build the pyramids lol

Most importantly though, dinosaur ages (Mesozoic Era), I gotta know what they actually looked like, and to hear a real trex roar? yes please

9. immortality?

this is a tough one because on one hand, eternal life, getting to see the future, plus all the cool inventions... on the other though, living through global horrors (war, politics, disease, etc) and having to outlive all your friends and family...

i honestly have no idea what I would actually say to an offer like that, so because I'm feeling reckless today we'll say yes 😂

10. what makes my day better?

depends on the day, but I'll list a few for fun: sitting down with a comfort movie and some popcorn, talking to my (adoptive) kiddos, anything to do with my girlfriend, and making other people happy

kind of a cheesy list but all true lol

Hopefully I answered your questions well enough, thanks for sending them :)

and thank you for checking in on me! I'm not doing too bad at the moment, and hopefully you're doing well yourself!

(even if I'm not in the mood to write I'm always down to talk to you guys so feel free to stop by whenever)

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Dear Santa, A LoFi Holiday Love: Interlude

NicoMaki, Love Live, 800k-ish, 2/3

Interlude

N: Cute Christmas pics

M: Thanks. Yours too. Your siblings look just like you.

N: Yep. Darn cute, just like Nico.

N: |Nico sends picture of many shoe racks|

M; Include yourself for scale.

N: Σ(ﾟﾛ､ﾟ;)

M: Do you have a bus just for shoes

N: That's Nico's closet

M: So you're never home becasue your clothes and shoes take up your entire apartment.

N: Nico has a cozy sleeping nook with the most amazing view.

M: |sends room picture, large windows, bed opposite, Christmas tree, gas fire, Maki at piano|

N: That's a gorgeous view too (Nico means you).

M: (^ ^*) This room and the piano is the only thing I like about being here. My parents are never home.

N: You have your own bedroom Christmas tree. Decadent.

M: dia keeps putting a dent in the decorations.

N: !??!?!

M: SHe rearranges the ones she can reach. And she doesn't like snowflake ones.

N: Cute.

M: Not when she leaves them on the floor and I step on them. Snowflakes are spiky *pain face*

N: So like Legos.

M: So like C R U N C H ｡ﾟ(ﾟ`⊿゜)ﾟ｡

N: You need to use non breakable ornaments. Rookie mistake.

M: Yeah

M: I guess I was always careful. Didn't want to get on Santa's Naughty List

N: Can't you use that argument on Dia?

M: She just says "Mama' like it's my fault.

N: Future lawyer.

M: My parents would love that ALMOST as much as they love future doctor.

N: Doesn't Dia get to be a silly kid for a decade or two?

M: "It's never too early to learn your responsibilities"

M: I"m quoting my mother.

N: ‧∘˳°∗˚(⁎›ˍູ‹) ∗.∘˚˳°

N: When Nico has children, they'll get to be kids and follow their dreams.

M: You want a family?

N: Duh. Of course, Nico is a Subaru minivan full of family vibes.

M: Yeah *chuckles* Dia took to you right off.

N: Smart girl (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

N: Nico loves being a big Sis. My sibs made everything better.

N: I had three reasons to get up and make breakfast and smiles, after Papa…

M: You must have been so brave.

N: ᕙ(͡°‿ ͡°)ᕗ Nico wants to see everyone smile, especially the people she loves.

M: (-_^)

N: Okay, pretty girl, you can be on Nico's list.

M: Naughty or nice

N: (∩⌣̀_⌣́)

N: Both?!?! Can it be both.

M: d(-_^)

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M: Dia's grumpy today.

N: Poor baby.

M: Me or Dia?

N: Both.

M: (ó﹏ò｡) She misses home.

M: Mama and Papa insisted we visit the hospital so they could show off their grandchild.

N: DIa didn't like it?

M: No. Too many people. Dia can be shy.

N: You always make her sound ready to charge right into things. Nico respects that.

M: SHe likes to

N: ?

M: Warm up.

N: Like stretching?

M: No. Like it has to be people she already knows.

N: oh

M: By three, she'll know every nurse's name.

N: Charming like her mama

M: Strictly trained in hospitality and etiquette like her mother.

N: Introvert like her mama?

M: (;¬_¬)

N: I bet your thinking face is adorable.

M: (╯’□’)╯︵ ┻━┻ don't interrupt (;¬_¬)

N: |Selfie of Nico leaning forward, cute bunny pajama hoodie, chin in hand|

M: DIa's probably an extrovert. She loves being in groups, just groups of people she knows.

N: Center of attention.

M: Yeah.

N: Nico's like that. Give me a spotlight and an audience

M: And you thrive.

N: Thrive Entertain Heal Support Inspire ♪٩(✿′ᗜ‵✿)۶♪ Nico Nico Ni

M: Big goals for such a tiny elf

N: ha ha wait'll you see Nico onstage. You'll realize Nico's true impact.

M: Can't wait.

N: We're still on for Saturday? It might be too busy for Dia.

M: Grandparents are built in babysitters.

N: True. My mom would go nuts over a grandchild, especially one as cute as Dia, but Nico and Cccoro have been on the career woman path, not the dating one.

M: What about the other two?

N: Too young.

M: Oh right.

N: Nico wants to dance into the dating path.

N: With the right partner ♪(ﾟ▽^*)ﾉ⌒☆

M: ˚▱˚

N: you're silly.

M: (ⅈ▱ⅈ)

N: Nico has to sleep. Early rehearsal.

M: See you Saturday.

N: And in Nico's dreams.

M: (´～`) zzz

N: Good night, Maki. Say hi to Dia for me. See you soon.

M: G'night.

M: ( ˘ ³˘)♥

M: Until Saturday.

N: ─=≡Σ((( つ ◕o◕ )つ

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