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the-valiant-valkyrie · 2 months

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Iknow you talked about them meeting before, but i wanna know more about how solaris or fabby feels about the bobots.. Either or, whichever one you wanna write for :3c

i don't think she would have met any of them other than robutler, but i think fabby would have gelled pretty well with any of the robots she met. i think she would think he was cute (though mainly in the same way someone thinks an animal is cute... i think it took her a bit of time to wrap her mind around the fact that they're actually alive alive). honestly the fact that he's got a little bowtie would be enough to win her over from the start, if the way she dresses up ZC-07 is any indication.

i do think robutler (and all the other robots, for that matter) would find her quite cool. i think- before cold shoulder- they kind of idolized zor as the one to make prism's dreams reality... meaning that anyone close to zor would probably be Only Slightly Less Cool than zor themself. fabby called him "[prism's] darling little valet" once and he always giggled and puffed up all flustered proud when he remembers.

at some point, i like to think fabby floated the concept of prism adding a poison module to her robots, but she quickly rejected the concept. sure, they wouldn't get poisoned, obviously- they're metal- but she wouldn't be able to guarantee her own safety... not to mention, that early in their relationship, it was harder for prism to trust fabby to begin with (ultimately, for good reason...)

solaris... was a bit different. the death engine was the most lethal invention zoraxis ever weaponized against the agency, so of course prism knew a lot about her- and of course robutler picked up a lot of that information from her. still, it was a bit... strange to meet the solaris in person. she was just as scary looking as he thought she would be, but not really scary that aside. imposingly tall, yes, but... exhausted, and quiet, and cold, and not really all too impressive for one of zoraxis' most lethal engineers.

solaris tended to keep out of prism's way, more often than not. no reason to get attached to someone who's just going to die (and depending on if zor decides to give her clearance, she may be the one helping to build her death trap). but even beyond that, she wants little to do with the agency; that includes ex-agency faculty. it puts a sour taste in her mouth.

i like to think post ieytd3- if solaris and prism ever came into contact and made an uneasy alliance with each other- she'd be more willing to give right robot a chance... however, i think prism's haphazard method of upgrading her robots would damn near give her a hernia. as well as the precariously placed and horribly ventilated laser systems. i mean christ, prism- what were you thinking?? putting a laser DIRECTLY in front of HEAT SENSITIVE kinesium?!

i don't think solaris would be opposed to giving right robot the occasional upgrade... but i do think she would be... weirded out that she would probably have to do them while he's 'awake'. there's something very... invasive about rummaging through a robot's guts while its staring at you and asking you questions.

i wasn't going to include this originally but writing that last paragraph made me remember this thing from like. october of last year so i'm including it too

#ask #ieytd #commander solaris #the fabricator #robutler #roxana prism #headcanons #crackpost #for the thing beneath the cut #this was NOT supposed to be that long.... whoops.........#prism youre just going to rummage around in his chest at 7 in the morning?? in the middle of the living room?? thats

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toasteaa · 2 months

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In the spirit of the potion hop event: What kind of potions would Neuvilette and Zhongli like? What about Eclair? How would a scene with her going to the potion shop and talking with Traveler look like?

So I hadn't started playing the event when I first got this question but now that I'm almost done with it, I feel like I can give a more accurate answer -

As far as Zhongli is concerned, there's no actual need for him to get any of the Traveler's potions. He's lived long enough and has experienced enough to the point of being comfortable in both halves of his world: the adepti still address him as a friend and humans recognize him as a trusted consultant and confidant. If he were to request a potion, it would likely be something rather spontaneous.

There's a best selling Constitution potion with relaxing effects? Sure, he'll try it. A Charisma potion that smells like qixing atop the mountains? A nostalgic scent that he'll keep for himself. Surprise him; he's always extremely fond of the unexpected.

Neuvillette on the other hand...as the current assumed leader of Fontaine, he's had to step into a role that he isn't entirely acclimated to. As the Chief Justice - and solely as the Chief Justice - his roles were limited to that of the courts and the Palais. He was visible enough to be known, but he was the Hydro Archon's right hand. He moved when she did. When she spoke, the nation listened - himself included. Lady Furina was the leader; he's been thrust into the role without much (if any) time to adjust to it. The stress that has come with this has been...unforgiving. But it's also brought his severe lack of interpersonal social skills back into his mind.

While he's not one to be nervous exactly, Neuvillette is aware of how stilted he can be and how his general demeanor can be off-putting to others. If he had the opportunity, he might be inclined to request a potion that increases Charisma while also keeping the consumer relaxed. Not so much because he wants to be more likable (or more approachable), but so he can handle his increased workload and his abilities as a leader are not compromised by his increased exhaustion. It's much easier to stay focused and amicable when stress doesn't cloud your mind.

As for Eclair, hmm...I think she would have been pulled in to do a little "investigating" after the Traveler's potions reached Fontaine's borders. She'll do a little snooping around, probably get Paimon a little worried they did something wrong, and reassure the pair that she's there in an unofficial capacity. She's not on any cases at the moment, but heard about the Traveler taking on new endeavors in the realm of alchemy and potion making. And she was curious! For such high praises to be sung about how the Traveler's potions have increased productivity in the Bureau, Eclair wants to see first hand how effective they can be. As well as seeing if there are any potential drawbacks from them.

Eclair is, of course, always open to having risks taken and trying something new. If she were to make a request, it would likely be for something that could help keep an investigator focused and alert while also keeping their wits about them. While some independent investigators handle smaller, more social cases, Eclair and the rest of the Investigations Bureau handle more...challenging cases. Cases that can (and do) disturb most civilians. If she could get something that could help keep the mind clear yet focused so an investigator doesn't misstep in a crucial time, that would be ideal.

#toast talks #genshin impacted #these were fun little things to think about #I actually love the event! It's been one of my faves in a long time!#makes my little gremlin mind happy. Especially since I was the kid that threw grass and flowers and water together and said 'potion'#bringing advanced potions to my sweeties to help them feel better muwah muwah #Also if *I* (or Eclair really) had to request a potion for Neuvi. It would definitely be one to get him to relax and unwind for once #Take a break old man. Take a nap. I have thigh pillows. They're this big for a reason. Bring me your head for some hair brushies 🤲🏾💕#do I even put this in the main tags when Eclair is sitting there beneath the cut? why not #zhongli #neuvillette #genshin zhongli #genshin neuvillette #oc tag: Eclair Dumont #Okay time to get back to work 🫡

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stalkedbytrains · 2 days

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Beneath the Electric Sky

Chain One: Preload

Sequence One: Specialization

The city's atmospheric regulators were working overtime, venting steam from deep underground. The entire city was bathed in steam and fog as the city tried to deal with the never-ending climate crisis and the still active half-life fallout.

It made the building the sniper was surveilling hard to pick out, but it also hid her from view. Not that she needed a lot of help to remain undetected.

Synthia was having a hard time with the building and that was even before the winds started blowing across the Pacific strongly enough to bring in some of the radiation from overseas.

The targets she had been sent after were based in a building that was harder to get into than The Collection she was a part of. They had a small army of personnel that all had advanced combat training, what appeared to be some kind of complicated employee tracking system that hunted and killed anyone that was in the building without permission.

Then there was the suspicion of extremely illegal technology and gene splicing.

The assassin that Synthia was after was employed by these people so getting at the organization itself and whatever bullshit they did to make their assassin borderline uncatchable was in there, and it was Synthia's job to get it. She also had a score to settle with the assassin.

Synthia had tracked him down, got ahead of him, and instead of having a halfway civilized conversation he shot Synthia three times with Teflon coated rounds which would have killed her pretty quickly (but painfully) if she had been totally human.

The real problem with this stupid building and this stupid company and their stupid assassin was that they were protected by an EM field. The powerful electromagnets would fry anything with a circuit that got in without proper protection or authorization. Which meant that Synthia would die. Her systems would shutdown and she'd basically suffocate as her heart slowly gave up. She'd die trapped within her body, no matter how state-of-the-art it was.

She could attempt to drop in from above but there were no nearby buildings in which to do it quietly. Unless she dropped in from the air, and while it had been a very long time since her last HALO jump, she could probably manage it. But she couldn't rule out the chance that there was an EM field on top of the building, which could be a problem. However, such a field would only be a problem if she could hit the target of a single building from 30,000 feet up. Synthia was good, she was even extremely good, but she wasn't that good.

Of course she could just storm the building. Blow up the EM generators with a couple of smart rockets or even just break out the magnetic accelerator rifle that she is only allowed under special circumstances, but that would give her away instantly and take away any chance of recovering information or the assassin intact or mostly intact.

This was going to require an inside man, and this goddamn cult was extremely picky about who they let into their premises. That was a skill set that Synthia did not have.

Stealth, insertion, infiltration, sniping? All of those she was one of the best in the world at. But those skills wouldn't get her in there without getting noticed immediately.

She was going to have to call in a ringer.

Hopefully the bosses would let her choose the ringer, because she knew the perfect guy for the job. And he was local.

[000]

At the tiny two room headquarters that Synthia had in the city, she had spent the better part of ten minutes laying out the assault on the building and why it was such a difficult pain.

"What about a HALO jump? Get in over their defenses?" Seth asked.

Seth was nominally her partner but he acted more like a boss.

"I can't tell if there is any defenses on the roof, the weather has been absolute shit the last few days and there's no sign of it getting any better in the next few days, and I don't want to give them anymore lead time since they know we're coming. Besides HALO jumps are fine, but we're talking about hitting the courtyard of a building, which is not necessarily the easiest thing to hit when falling at terminal velocity."

Seth rubbed his beard. "Yeah, and there's no good way in?"

"Not unless you can see something. And I can't lie my way in, since they know what we look like since the fucking debacle with the cops."

He gave Synthia a hard look.

"You can't even remotely blame that fucking bullshit on me," Synthia snapped. "We have strict orders to bring in the assassin if we can and the cops came in guns blazing absolutely burning that bridge as evidenced by him shooting me three times!"

"So what do you suggest? A tactical nuke?"

Synthia didn't even feign a laugh at the jab. "We need an inside man, but, again this cult is paranoid so their members are scrutinized within an inch of their lives. We need someone else to get inside and turn off the EM field long enough for me to get inside."

"What do you suggest? There's no other Collection agents on this coast. You want to get some outside help? You?"

"I have friends."

"That you haven't gotten killed or killed yourself?"

"Io has known me for a very long time. He's a great con man, he's in this city right now, and he has the added benefit of being almost completely human. If he does get caught in the EM field, he's not gonna just die like I will. Like you would."

Seth frowned. "Fine. We don't have many other options and we need this wrapped up quickly. But if this goes sideways even a little bit, I'm torching this friend of yours."

Synthia sneered at Seth in response.

"You know where to find him?"

"I have a pretty good idea."

[010]

There was a black tie party happening at the penthouse of the extremely wealthy socialite and minor celebrity Mason Filmont. The man had a penchant for buying rare and expensive per-singularity technology, and he was both stupid and an asshole, which was Io's favorite target.

Sneaking into the party was extremely easy. It was a party, there was a certain expectation of people coming and going.

Io could have made his way into the party as just a guest, but that wouldn't have got him nearly as close to some of the tech he wanted to steal as he would have liked. So he spent the last few weeks charming his way into the inner circle of Mason.

It was tiring to be sure, and the sex wasn't good either which was a criminal crime, but it was all about to pay off.

"You know I'm worried about all of these gang killings."

A snippet of party conversation caught Io totally off guard. He couldn't quite place it, but there was a familiarity with the voice that spoke. He whipped around and saw a tall but almost tragically slim redheaded woman in an ill fitting black dress.

She saw him turned and raised her glass of champagne at him.

There was something so familiar about the stance, about the hungry and tired look that told him that this woman hadn't slept properly in a long time but the sharp blue eyes told him that he was being hunted by an apex predator.

Io stopped in his tracks and turned to face the woman and the person she was talking to.

"Hey there River," Io said, slipping his hand across the waist of the person he was actively scamming. "Who are you talking to?"

The woman smiled a smile, that put Io very ill at ease. That smile said that she had pulled on over on him.

"Name's Synthia," she said as she held out a hand to shake Io's.

The grip was almost crushing, but it didn't seem to be a deliberate power move, and was instead something that came from her unnatural strength.

"Synthia, pleasure. I'm-"

"Io. I know. We've met before."

"Oh, you two know each other?" River said with a bemused look.

"Oh yes," Synthia said. "But I'd be surprised if Io remembers me. We haven't seen each other in years."

Io's stomach dropped out as she said that. It was the voice, the hair, and the eyes that did it. Nothing else was the same.

"Synthia. Yeah. I haven't seen you in a real long time. Last time I saw you was when you were looking for a particular gun."

Synthia rolled her eyes. "I mean, yes, but we've communicated since then. You helped me find some people. Shame what happened to them."

"You-" Io started but Synthia shook her head just a little bit, a fraction of a movement. "Yes. You're right, how silly of me to forget. How have you been?"

"Lots of changes," she said, indicating to herself. "Lots. But I'm doing well. Some aspects could be better. The job is something of a pain."

"You still in the military?" Io asked.

River had gotten bored by this point and kissed Io. "I'm going to go back to the party, you two have fun."

Once he was gone, Io dropped the smile.

"What the fuck?" he whispered.

"New job," she explained. "Like top secret shit, so careful what you say and what you ask. They're listening."

"And so you thought you'd just drop in on your old friend Io for shits and giggles?"

"I mean, I've been keeping tabs. You seem to be doing good."

"I'm alive," he said. "I thought you were dead, or gone, spirited away to some black site prison."

"You're not half wrong there."

"Fucking hell," Io said, cutting himself off from saying the name he remembered Synthia using. "What's up? Why are you coming back to me now? Am I fucked? Am I being black-bagged?"

"No," Synthia said. "I'm just in a severe problem right now and need a favor."

"Of course, why didn't that occur to me sooner. I'm on a job, a very delicate one, and I'm really close to closing it."

"You're going to what? Steal Mason's cybertruck? That ugly fucking thing?"

"Yes, but that's not the goal. I was going to use it as a getaway vehicle for a bit. I mean it's a legendarily bad truck, and Mason has a fully restored 2025 model. I want to drive it so bad. But I was going to steal some stuff, a couple of art pieces to sell, and some old videogame stuff for myself. Then drive out in the truck."

Synthia nodded. "I'm impressed. A step up from the shit you pulled back in the day."

"You're being weirdly coy."

"They don't know a lot about me before I joined the military, and I aim to keep it that way."

"Then you contacting me is..."

"Very serious."

"What's up?"

"You know those murders everyone is concerned with?" Synthia asked.

"Yeah, some dude is killing gang leaders."

"And about a hundred other people. Ranging from war criminals to CEO's and randomly some random dude in an apartment complex."

Io took a deep breath. "That's a lot of dead people. You know I'm not a fan of that."

"Well the problem is that it is one dude."

"Hasn't this only been going on for like a week? He's killed more than a hundred people in less than a week?"

"Yeah."

"Fuck. How do you think I can possibly help you?"

"This guy has some illegal tech I'm going to rip out of him. And he shot me three times and tried to kill me."

Io hung his head, resting it on the metal railing of the nearby stairs. He knew what that meant. Synthia, whatever she was calling herself now, would never let that stand.

"The thing is I know where his headquarters is, and the cult that is supporting him."

"There's a cult too?" Io whined.

"Yeah."

"Motherfucker."

"It's more religious fanaticism and shit and not like the people sacrificing kind."

"I'm really dreading when you get to the point where you ask me to do something."

"I just need you to open the door."

Io looked at Synthia incredulously. She really was almost entirely different. The person that Io knew from twenty odd years back was still in there, and this conversation, brief as it had been, they really were the same person.

"The entire area is surrounded by EM fields and guards and turrets and extreme paranoia of the religious fanatics. They know me because their assassin failed to kill me, so I can't get in. I can't even get close or I'm gonna die."

Io shuddered. "You really went down that route?"

Synthia shrugged. "Yeah, it gave me the body I always wanted. Cost me a lot in other ways. But still worth it."

"I love tech, just having it be inside me grosses me out."

"The other reason I'm here. You won't instantly die if you screw up like I will."

"How badly does this need to be done tonight?" Io asked as he looked longingly at the rich person's very easily stolen things.

"Badly. We've got a very small window to strike before they realize we're on to them and move and if they move we're never getting to the assassin."

"Why not?" Io complained, even know Synthia knew he was coming with her.

"I'm fairly certain the assassin can teleport. So this is our one and only opportunity."

"Fuck me," Io said. "Let's go, but I hope you can at least pay me for this."

"The company has deep pockets."

"Goddamnit," Io moaned as they went to leave the party. "Don't tell me I'm actually doing work for The Company Company."

"The CIA? Those fucks? Oh hell no."

Io heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank fuck. They are really the worst."

"Yeah and they've put out hits on me like three times," Synthia said as she led Io to the car she had waiting out front.

As they climbed into the car Io turned to Synthia and said, "So I have two questions for you."

"Shoot."

"Pronouns?"

"She and her," Synthia replied instantly.

"Good, good," Io said. "Honestly I've never cared much for the whole pronoun game so whatever works for you works for me. But it might just save time to use he and him for me."

Synthia pulled away from the party with dangerous speed. "Sounds just like you. What's the other question?"

"Lorelei know you're alive?"

Synthia swore. "No."

buy me a kofi

#writeblr #original fiction #my fiction #beneath the electric sky #finally trying to get synthia's story down and done #i cut sixty pages of this story and i'm currently gutting it and salvaging it for parts #no parts are going to survive for very long

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singsweetmelodies · 10 months

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With all respect and love, I absolutely love your fake dating au. If I had to choose an update between that and the kissing fic (or anything else really) I would always choose the fake dating au. There is so much potential! Please tell me you plan on updating and finishing it? If you’re not, can you at least share with us the fic plans so we can have some closure about it? Would you consider letting another author adopt the gif to finish it if you won’t? It really is a Piarles must-read. I hope I can learn the ending!

but see, anon, you DON'T get to choose. only i get to choose, and i have chosen to update the 2023 kisses fic. 😌

... you know, i debated for a long time if i would even bother answering this ask, or just delete it right off the bat. because in my opinion, this is an incredibly rude, insensitive and entitled thing to send to any writer. it was ONLY A FEW DAYS AGO that i talked publicly about how important it is to remember that writers are humans, too, not machines, and to please treat us like humans. and yet here i am again.

i'm going to answer this one more time, and i'm going to answer it in detail, and then in future if i get any asks in this vein, they WILL be deleted without any interaction. you guys are making me consider turning off anon asks entirely, which i really don't want to do, because the other half of my anons are SO very lovely!! but i also have had enough of waking up to rudeness and blatant entitlement in my inbox.

so. why exactly is it that i think this ask is so entitled and insensitive? didn't the anon say "with all respect and love" and compliment my fic at the start of it?

yes. yes, they did. but the thing is, saying "with all respect and love" doesn't mean you can then proceed to be rude to me and it's all fine. that's like me saying "with all due love and respect, i have decided to delete the fic entirely." the fact that i prefaced it with "love and respect" does not make what i did later alright. (although in this case, it WOULD be alright regardless of whether i prefaced it with "love and respect" or not, since it's MY fic and i can do what i want with it.) this anon, on the other hand - this anon has no right to demand anything of me. i am a fanfic author and i do this for free. it is not my job. i have no obligation to do any of this. which means that nobody out there, really, has any right to demand performance from me. (lmao can you tell i have been deep in the law textbooks lately) but the point stands! i don't owe you anything at all.

yes, you can ask me nicely, and i can choose to reply if i want. (hell, if you ask me nicely, i'd probably LOVE to write things for you!!) but you don't get to DEMAND updates from me. and "tell me you plan on updating and finishing // can you at least share with us the fic plans so we can have some closure" is not asking nicely. that's demanding. YES, anon gave me a compliment and they said "with all respect and love." but they're STILL demanding performance from me, and that's not okay. the anon is making it sound like i owe you "closure" (even though this is a work of fiction, not a break-up you're going through, and i think the word "closure" is a VERY dramatic one to use.)

once again (because apparently i LITERALLY CANNOT emphasise it enough) i do not actually owe you anything. i, katie singsweetmelodies, owe you NOTHING. i do not owe you updates or fic plans or whatever the case may be. i might choose to share them with you, yes, but on my own schedule, since they're MY creations made in MY free time.

right. got that off my chest. gosh. NOW! one other thing that i want to make very, very clear before i end this off - i do not give my permission for anyone to "adopt" my work or to write a continuation of it. i am the one who's put in the hours to write all the setup we have so far. i'm not letting someone else benefit off that. if you so badly want a fake dating fic with the conclusion already ready, then you are more than welcome to put in the hours and create it from scratch yourself. but for someone else to take over my work and take it in a direction i probably won't even like? no. absolutely not. permission emphatically NOT granted.

anon: i'm sorry if you feel that this reply is unnecessarily harsh. but this could not have come at a worse time for me, because i really did talk about the importance of treating writers like people just here, just a day or two ago. needless to say, it really struck a very bad chord with me to get an ask like this right after i took pains to explain, publicly, why these kinds of asks are not okay.

i really am happy that you are enjoying the fake dating fic. and i do appreciate that you tried to tell me that, even though the way you did it was completely out of line. i hope that this answer won't... preclude you from enjoying the fic in the future? or something? i'm not sure, to be honest. the whole thing has left rather a bad taste in my mouth.

but one thing i will say to anyone reading this: i know it's been a long time, but just bear with me. i mean it when i say that there will be an update eventually. no, i can't tell you when. i'm not even going to try and give you a schedule, because like i said, i'm a human and not a writing machine. but the fake dating fic is very close to my heart, and i want to see it finished someday just as much as you do. ❤️

(P.S. - if anyone was very worried reading the first part of this answer: NO, i am not actually going to delete the fake dating fic!!! i was just using a very dramatic example, lmao. the fake dating fic is one of my favourite things i've written, and despite the slight... mess... about its updates recently, that's not going to change anytime soon. 💙)

#asks & answers #anon #WARNING: long rant beneath the cut #the bit above the cut is just me being petty because this ask REALLY rubbed me the wrong way #'if i had to choose' WELL GEE ANON HERE'S A NEWSFLASH. you DON'T get to choose actually #one of my friends said 'you should update like a hundred things before the fake dating au now. just to show them'#and that did make me laugh #will i do it? probably not #not even i am THAT petty #(then again.....................)#nah but all jokes aside: this really is NOT on; guys. it's not on.#i don't want to turn off anon asks; but if i get another one like this? i really might #much as i enjoy having the occasional rage-rant on tumblr... i'd really rather have a good time; you know?#so please PLEASE let's keep it nice and respectful of the fact that i'm a human and not a writing machine #thank you EVER SO #katie rants

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akuarchives · 5 months

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Chapter 36, 1/2

1/2 | 2/2

#akutagawa ryuunosuke #chapter 36 #bsd #summary: atsushi and ryuunosuke combine their abilities and successfully defeat fitzgerald. the control panel is messed with.#kyouka tells them her plan to crash the aircraft into the ship to redirect it. she is shackled and cannot reach the parachutes.#she is now an agency member because this was her entrance exam. she is able to use demon snow to cut her free #the day is saved #notes: wew that was a long one. rashomon: beast beneath the moonlight's first appearance!!

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blorbologist · 1 year

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aaaaaaaand vex, 14? to finish off the blorbo thoughts

14. Detect Thoughts

"For the duration, you can read the thoughts of certain creatures. When you cast the spell and as your action on each turn until the spell ends, you can focus your mind on any one creature that you can see within 30 feet of you. If the creature you choose has an Intelligence of 3 or lower or doesn't speak any language, the creature is unaffected.

You initially learn the surface thoughts of the creature - what is most on its mind in that moment. As an action, you can either shift your attention to another creature's thoughts or attempt to probe deeper into the same creature's mind. If you probe deeper, the target must make a Wisdom saving throw. If it fails, you gain insight into its reasoning (if any), its emotional state, and something that looms large in its mind (such as something it worries over, loves, or hates). If it succeeds, the spell ends. Either way, the target knows that you are probing into its mind, and unless you shift your attention to another creature's thoughts, the creature can use its action on its turn to make an Intelligence check contested by your Intelligence check if it succeeds, the spell ends."

[No one asked for Ruidusborn!Percy but I am telling you: you want Ruidusborn!Percy.]

Catha squints, white and sightless, high in the sky. Sightless, he knows, because he can feel Ruidus behind the clouds. Closer, still, in the pulse deep in his belly.

It feels, as always, like judgment.

“You don’t trust me,” says Percival plainly. Picks up on the unsettled echo only because his walls are so shaky as-is, between these walls.

He endeavors to focus on his own mind before continuing: “I know. In fact, I agree. I shouldn’t be trusted.”

“The fact you know is half the problem,” Vax snaps. “What the fuck was that, back there? Burning out his tongue? The fucking crest? You didn’t need to torture the bastard, Freddy.”

Percy tips his head. “Torture is detrimental to extracting information in most contexts,” he agrees. “But it makes my skillset a little… easier.”

It felt a lot like prying apart his gun for repairs - a little leverage, a little twist here, to unveil the inner workings beneath his critical eye. Too much and the pain overwhelms conscious thought. He had to use a light touch. Learned, too well, what a light touch felt like.

(The worst part was how cold her mind had been, when he had no choice but to listen and listen and hear every other thought - his siblings’, his brothers’, his sister’s - go out, listen to the diagrams and debate on efficiency and see himself through her eyes as meat.)

There’s a temptation, as he faces Vax’s furious stare, to drop the pretense and listen. To know, truly, what they think of him. He was considered cursed, unlucky, moonspawn before. What is he, now, vomiting smoke and red lightning from his cruel hands? Worse than the unlucky birthday that made him what he is.

“Enough,” Vex says. “We don’t have time for this right now.” Her gaze flicks his way. “Percy - are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” he replies.

It isn’t just the moon that judges him - Vax’ildan, Vox Machina do, too.

The lesser vampire is dead. His goons are dead. Percival tastes ozone and smoke and the combination is disgusting and digs into the crevices between his teeth - he can’t spit it out.

He knows this manor. A few times he and his siblings visited family friends, here. Percival was usually permitted to excuse himself upstairs. Ostensibly to read. He did read - but he could feel the relief radiating off everyone when he left the room.

He’s gotten better, at keeping thoughts out of his head. First it was politeness, propriety - then something like a lifeline, that he was still himself, alone in his own head, a person, if unwhole.

(So why did he hear someone else, then?)

Such decency is a luxury Vox Machina cannot afford, here, in a Whitestone actively hunting for their heads.

So Percival feels Vex’ahlia storm up the steps after him. She does not bother to go quietly, to try and sneak up on him, so he supposes she must know this.

Vex is… an enigma. One he would rather not solve, ever, because he doubts she wants to be known. The discrepancy between how she presents herself and how she thinks, how she feels, is so jagged he fears it will bleed into his own head sometimes.

For how ordered and careful she is in the day to day, how she measures out coin like a miser, she’s… messy. A tangle - bramble thicket throughout the seasons, the best he can describe. Impossible to follow, with leaves, blooms and berries in turn. And always bearing claws.

He’s thankful for that - it keeps him from stumbling into them - into her - when his focus wanes.

She’s sharp here, too, an arrow whizzing right up the stairs. Percy hastens to steel himself, blot out her thoughts - so focused on this goal, he’s completely caught off guard when she wheels him back into the wall. The wallpaper has been neglected - it creases against his back, beneath his hands.

The last scrap he catches, before he tunes her out, is ‘Is he alright?’

“I’m fine,” he says, without meaning, and regrets it so painfully when her eyes widen. “I’m - I’m sorry.”

“Look me in the eye, Percy,” Vex’ahlia snaps, and he obeys. It’s easier, when he has a target. Shooting is almost soothing for him, even if lately it feels as though his lightning is more effective. Here he zeroes in on the bullseye of her pupil, darting back and forth as she judges him.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats.

Vex blinks, and he is robbed for only a moment. “Do you trust us?”

Percy sputters. Made difficult by her forearm on his throat and - oh. He swallows, mind hot static. “Of course -”

“I trust you,” she says, more quietly, more pressure than words. “Please, Percy. Honest - are you alright?”

“You shouldn’t,” he replies. “Trust me, that is. We have been over this.”

Vex’s jaw works.

Here is a secret, among the many Percival keeps close to his chest: he has never been good at reading people.

Would you, if you could slip into the minds of others? If you could find the truth of their words behind their marks, even when you did not want it? How often the mouth has disagreed with the mind - Percy has learned not to trust the theater that plays out on the face. Had tried to find the skill, again, as he finally found control of his abilities, but - well.

Without the contact of his curious mind, he has no idea what Vex is thinking, what she is feeling. He strives to keep it that way.

“I do.” Vex sighs, and Percy can’t tell if she regrets this or confesses it to him, quietly, so her brother will not here. “Actually - why not take a look, darling?”

He balks. “I - what?”

She has both arms braced against him, and strains on her tiptoes - otherwise, he knows, she would tap her temple with a finger. “Yep. You don’t believe me - so. Read my mind, Percy.”

“Are you sure,” he strains to say, “that’s alltogether safe?”

He’s not stupid, nor blind - he knows he has been a rolling thunderstorm, dark clouds billowing off him, ribbed with red lightning. Can feel it, still, under his gloves - sparks jumping from skin to leather to skin and curling around the cuticles of his fingers.

“No,” she admits with a huff. “But I am worried, Percy. We all are - and if you can’t trust us to have your back, can’t feel safe enough to be honest…” Vex trails off, biting her lip, and he can’t help but follow the movement. She catches his eyes as they return to hers, and he thinks there might be something a bit smug. “I trust you. And I’d like to make that clear, before we face more of your demons.”

“Your brother does not trust me.”

“And I’m Vex, not Vax,” she snips back. Smiles. “Besides - I have nothing to hide, darling.”

Percy can’t read people - hasn’t needed to - but he knows a blatant lie when he sees one.

[Send me a spell and I'll write a ficlet/snippet to go with it!]

#(shes lying bc she needs to hide her Huge Fucking Crush on this fucking nerd. thats it thats her lie)#LOOK I FUCKING LOVE THE IMPLICATIONS OF MINDREADING!! THIS AU IS SUCH A LITTLE DARLING OF MINE IT FUCKS UP PERCY SO GOOD #ruidusborn!Percy #Perc'ahlia starts beneath the cut - this got a bit long so i didnt wanna torment mobile users #critical role #perc'ahlia #percahlia #percival de rolo #vex'ahlia #cr fanfic #critical role fanfiction #campaign 1 #spell ask game #my writing

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ayaitch · 27 days

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Well, I got through the Embassy quest. Here's the only clear picture of Chekkatah that I could get. My photo mode finger wasn't very fast when I was going through it, and I most certainly didn't want to restart it for another chance at pictures. Sorry, Chekkatah. Another time.

Other scenes I tried for he was too far into the background and was very fuzzy. He's clear here for the split second before his screen time ends. Spoilers and (lengthy) thoughts below the cut, just in case? Idk.

Chekkatah's about to risk his life to try to pull someone out of further harm's way. (Or so I tell myself.) But alas, he runs from cover just to die immediately with an arrow in his back of all ways to go. It made me sad when I first played that he wasn't even given the "noble"/"honorable" way to go out fighting the enemy, defending someone, or whatever. He got shot in the back.

When I first went through this quest, I actually thought he was trying to run away, which I had scoffed at when I saw it, but (and maybe I'm delusional after having decided that Ikkotah is the best and so want to think his husband was worthy of him, he deserves the best) subsequent views of the whole cut scene definitely made it look like he wanted to get an injured (already dead?) soldier out of the continuous barrage of fire arrows. Which was nice, if a bit futile.

However, I remain a bit annoyed by the Embassy as a whole. I get that they were very outnumbered, fighting against a superior force that had both the high ground, the element of surprise, and came ready to wipe the floor with the very small contingent of individuals gathered for peace talks. But these are supposed to be the Tenakth soldiers who are the best of the best of the best, sir, with honors. They all died far too easily, even Fashav and Javveh, though to a much lesser extent. Again, it was for the plot, I understand, but it still would have been nice if the Marshals could have had more of an impact in the battle or left a more competent mark. Even Nozar, who we're not supposed to like, went out in a better way than the Marshals.

Maybe I'm just too salty about Chekkatah in particular, because his death really sucked, and someone had to tell Ikkotah that his husband died from an arrow in the back. Every single time we see these warrior tropes exercised in stories, emphasis is always placed on honorable ends; to die while fighting or defending. Even the trial by combat after a Tenakth soldier is grievously injured is to provide them an honorable death. To die from an arrow in the back would signal cowardice or ineptitude.

I know I'm overthinking it, and one can make the argument that he died while trying to get someone to safety, but it still feels like Chekkatah wasn't actually using his brain at that moment. Which best of the best warriors should be able to do in the heat of battle. Even a surprise one. He just saw someone needed help and went to go help. I suppose that's noble enough, that his gut reaction is to help without a second thought, but seriously. Under a hail of arrows, you're just going to dash out there? Seriously, Chekkatah? Even Aloy with plot armor doesn't do that. Though the way I play Aloy, she definitely would do that....

This seems to have turned into a proper rant, which was unintentional. I just meant to expound on some thoughts that always bothered me when I think about this quest or play it. The Carja too. They waited way too long to retreat. As soon as Regalla showed up and called out Fashav specifically, it should have been, OK, team, we're out. We did not come to fight, this was a meeting of peace talks, we have no real way to defend ourselves for any kind of fight. Skirmish, maybe, but an ambush would have been retreat in double time.

Again, plot, I understand. As someone who likes to write plots though, I can't help but overanalyze motivations and how realistic and understandable certain reactions would be. I struggle with the Embassy because very little of the motivations make cognitive sense to me. And I try to look at many perspectives. Maybe I'm not as good at that as I thought I was, because there are so many illogical reactions. I know it was a battle and people aren't thinking very well under that kind of stress, but again: best of the best normally have better snap decision making skills and quick assessment abilities.

Anyway, thanks for coming to my talk. Maybe I'm the only one who agonized about the Embassy for a reason that isn't Kotallo's maiming and Fashav's death. At least they both went down fighting.

I'm not saying any of this to start a debate about the psychology of battle or consistent framing of certain aspects of the story and/or cultures, or to actually gripe about this (I love this game and its predecessor too much to actively dislike something), I just wanted to think out loud about why I feel so blah after the Embassy is over. It was high feelings, and an instantly lovable character came and went all in one fell swoop, one our favorite guys gets terribly injured and loses all his close comrades, and Varl gets hurt. And then to have Ikkotah be the most heartbroken sopping wet kitty I've ever met just really seals the deal on how sad that whole thing was.

Also, this particular go through, Aloy ended up in such a position that Javveh's poor dead body was flung at her after the whole thing is over. It was a bit startling when the playable scene sets and Aloy's got Javveh's ankles around her ears for a split second before his body crumples to the ground.

#horizon forbidden west #chekkatah #hfw npc #horizon forbidden west embassy quest #this is a very long post beneath the cut #Apparently I had Feelings to work through #Make private later and post Chekkatah's cute face by itself

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notadecepticon · 1 month

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characters with long hair are targeted attack on me and I deserve compensation

#just characters with long hair pulled up into a bun while they work except little pieces keep escaping or #long tresses in disarray covering a character's face while their eyes glare out from beneath it with pure rage or hatred #or characters with long hair who get it cut off in a dramatic fashion and are left with a short uneven cut #that great too #im just weak and gay leave me alone

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silverwhittlingknife · 2 years

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Dick at Janet Drake's funeral

Dick (internally): The cruel fates, the Greeks called them. The three sisters weaving the loom of life, spinning its golden threads into the years - cutting it whenever the whim took them. Stupid! But I guess we all need something to help us make sense of it all. We need to find meaning in the pain…patterns in the chaos. Tim needs it now, as I once did. As Bruce did before me. So why do we make our faces into masks? Why do we hide the pain we all feel? Tim: Thanks for coming, Dick. I know how busy - (They shake hands.) Dick: It was the least I could do, Tim. Believe me - I know what you're going through. If you need any help, any time - Tim (looking down): I appreciate that. But... I'll cope. (In the background, we see Tim shaking somebody else's hand.) Dick to Bruce: He's a brave kid. He's in control. Bruce: Yes. Dick: You know what comes next, don't you? - Batman 455 (Christmas Eve, the day before Tim officially becomes Robin)

#nothing will ever be as great as dick's long pained internal monologue about why they hide the pain they feel #followed by a ritualized exchange of condolences with tim #followed by the robin costume as the memorial through which to channel grief #because none of them know how to grieve in normal ways #how could you possibly grieve for your dead parents other than dressing up in a costume at night & punching people?? impossible #also earlier in this comic tim has a nightmare in which dick and bruce are wearing masks & he demands to see their real faces #and they take their masks off & beneath their masks are MORE MASKS #and they're burying his mother and he screams at them saying it has to mean something #and then he sees a doppelgänger of himself with no mask & he demands that it show him its true face #and doppelgänger!tim starts PEELING HIS FACE OFF and underneath is a monstrous face that looks like a cross btw clayface & the joker #and then we cut to tim screaming in his sleep #anyway one of the many great things about this comic from a dick-and-tim perspective is that tim's subconscious mind is obsessing about #trying to make sense of senseless violence & about people hiding their true selves under masks #which is exactly the SAME THING that dick is obsessing about consciously so do they ACT on these insights and stop doing the #thing where they hide their emotions???? of course not are you crazy #anyway i am FASCINATED by that handshake #this is obviously a pre-prodigal interaction they're not really close yet #consider how different this is from dick calling tim when jack drake gets murdered (and also the ways the problem is the same!!)#listen LISTEN they're both people who routinely hide behind metaphorical and literal masks & it's hard to let other people see #and their whole relationship is this back-and-forth btw the defensive masks & slowly trusting each other enough to take off the masks #did you know that in resurrection at the end of their fight tim literally TAKES OFF HIS MASK when he's surrendering #did you know that they spend their entire red robin 4 fight in masks & don't see each other's faces until tim passes out in red robin 12 #and dick catches him and while falling tim's mask has begun to FALL OFF #dick & tim #dick grayson #tim drake #hoc scripsi

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gayer-than-jun-kurosu · 9 months

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WEEK 1 HIGHLIGHTS

Before anything else, I want to thank everyone for getting so invested in these silly polls! I know it's a little bit of a joke poll series given the whole conceit, but It's been very fun to see people get invested, post their propaganda, and more!

Below the cut I'll put my personal highlights from the various week 1 match-ups! I'll be going a bit out of order just to keep the more propaganda-heavy tournament at the bottom of the post.

Now, the Jun Kurosu VS. Ann Takamaki match-up didn't garner any real propaganda to highlight, but I just wanted to shout out the fact that Ann ended the fight with over a fifth of the votes! She really gave it her all against a behemoth of a contender! She's truly in love with Shiho and I feel that in my heart. Ann finished with 44/192 votes, sitting at 22.9% of the votes. Her poll received 3 notes, all of which were likes.

Jun Kurosu VS. Mitsuo Kubo This one got a little interesting! Despite the low notes count, Mitsuo's poll had the second most votes of any poll, only second to Aigis! Now, unfortunately he also was most overwhelmingly voted not as gay as Jun, but he is certainly a he/it in my mind as someone who has not interacted at all with P4. RIP king... Now, onto the silly comments and propaganda for him!

Mitsuo finished with 14/250 votes, sitting at 5.6% of the votes. His poll received 9 notes, with 1 reply, 4 reblogs, and 4 likes.

Jun Kurosu VS. Anna Yoshizaka Anna also lacked any propaganda, but she managed to hold onto the closest contest against Jun of any contestant besides Aigis! Congrats to canon wlw! Gotta love the onscreen gay kiss. Love her. Anna finished with 58/157 votes, sitting at 36.9% of the votes. Her poll received 5 notes, with 1 reblog and 4 likes.

Jun Kurosu VS. Junpei Iori Junpei, much like Mitsuo, got kinda super wrecked in his poll. Yet another breakback tartarus fail, unfortunately. He will remain femme-leaning bi in my heart though regardless. Now onto the only piece of propaganda he received in the notes (although it's really anti-propaganda, lmao).

Junpei finished with 13/208 votes, sitting at 6.3% of the votes. His poll received 3 notes, with 1 reply and 2 likes.

Jun Kurosu VS. Philemon Philemon's gay divorce was of course not enough to combat the power of gay dating and longing from Jun. RIP uninvolved king. Philemon finished with 17/170 votes, sitting at 10% of the votes. His poll received 3 notes, all of which were likes.

Jun Kurosu VS. Aigis And now. Onto the behemoth this poll became. Holy shit. Aigis's poll alone brought so many of you to this blog! She gave Jun a real fight, and gave it her all- she even held the lead over him on the first day! This was truly a fight for the ages, and the notes, propaganda, and general interactions show it. To all of you who discovered this silly little blog through this poll specifically- thank you for taking the time to reblog it and get people interested! I'm just beyond amazed at how much people have gotten into this whole poll series in so little time. So thank you. :] And now, onto the propaganda and other messages! There are.... a lot, haha!

Whew! That was a lot. Aigis really did almost beat Jun out, and she's an amazing and incredible canon nonbinary bisexual girl! Even if she didn't beat Jun in this silly poll, she can absolutely win in your hearts <3. And now... the stats!

Aigis finished the poll with a whopping 274/591 votes, a grand total of 46.4% of the votes! Likewise, her poll received 54 notes, which was made up of 3 replies, 26 reblogs, and 25 likes. Aigis also had the most submissions of any character in the preliminary survery, with 4 nominations as opposed to all other contestants only having 1 nomination. All 4 nominations were submitted before the polls began.

And that's all there is to Week 1! Thank you all for taking part in these silly polls!

If you've read this far, I also want to thank you for taking the time to read the little bit of extra work I've put into getting the fun bits of the first week of polls! Because things are already blowing up with the Hamuko poll, I will probably be more particular with my choices when I do the Week 2 lookback, but I hope everyone is happy to see their additions to all the polls from Week 1 on this post!

As a bonus for reading this far, let me give you all a little teaser: I already have Week 3's lineup prepared, and it includes the most requested competitor, with a whopping 5 submissions at the time of writing this, beating out even Aigis! I hope you all are excited to see them next week! And once again good luck to all your favs in Week 2 and the upcoming weeks!

#are they gayer than jun kurosu polls #not a poll #week 1 polls #poll summaries #an insanely long post beneath the cut. you have been warned!#and this week. hopefully i'll have time to grab funny stuff as i see it throughout the week instead of just.#doing it after everything like i just did haha #enjoy! :]]]

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fuckedliar · 10 months

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ELIZABETH EDITS ?? / ?? ; HAIR *for most of Liz's youth she wears her hair long. its something her father always compliments her on and its one of the few things that makes her look like him so much. her pale white blonde hair. its after his death does she chop it all off and begin wearing it in a pixie cut. it isn't until years later when she has come to terms with her fathers passing and has learned more about herself does she eventually let her hair grow out again.

#|[ edits #|[ about #|[ headcanon #|[ character study #bby goes through it and really does firmly believe hair holds weight #so she sheds it without a second thought #and whats sad is it was super long #it touched the right beneath her butt and if she did trim it it was only cut just over her butt

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ninjigma · 1 year

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Okay, but 'Underground' by Cody Fry (Symphony Covers) is actually peak music for me.

The way the music actually feels like being hit by the train as the whole thing crescendos. The overall tone of being lost and alone, and how you never stop looking for that light, only to meet it too fast to even know what is happening. The same way things seem to start so slow, that you can fall into darkness, and all it takes is the choice to stand up and face it all. How things hurt, how you hang on to your hope, and then BAM! You're there, life rapid and twisting and darkness consumed by light and then suddenly your floating.

It is all so simple, just a short story about someone waking up in a train tunnel and just, being hit by a train really, like some sort of horrible respawn point in red dead redemption! It doesn't require any real deeper thought, you can just listen to pretty music and vocals and have no need for anything more, and it is still great.

EXCEPT you can also get lost in it. It starts so soft, so quiet, so alone. And then you begin to wander, to question, to discover as the music picks up, like a child learning an instrument. As you discover where you were, who you are, who you may become. And then there is the light, the chance, standing and suddenly seeing you are right on track. And then it is just EVERYTHING! No time left to break, no where left to go, and then WHAM! And then, the quiet again...

"Love, I see you now, You found me here, underground."

Such a ramble.

But.

Damn.

youtube

#links beneath cut #youtube version is even better #do I think of Obi-Bun? Maybe #I could do such a long analysis of this song honestly #how come I can't do that for other things?#listen I don't ramble about much very often and you all choose to be here so #going on main to reach as many as possible #like can't you just imagine that moment before you are absolutely launched forward?#can you picture that peak moment in the story where everything is on the line?#The journey started so slow but now here we are at the speed of light and WHAM #my love of music has no bounds #youtube link #spotify link #music is art #cody fry #screaming frog #Spotify #Youtube

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aparticularbandit · 2 years

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i have thought of something

Considering how a lot of things have become more accepted nowadays, as they always have been, how far would toon rights have gone by now?

Also, eventually there would be a human who marries a toon, when toons have the right, how would Jessica feel about that marriage?

OKAY TOON RIGHTS ACTIVISM LET'S GO.

This is gonna get long, so I'm gonna put it under a cut.

Also heads up, because we're talking about what would have been a civil rights movement, we're going to be talking a lot about politics. So general trigger warnings for that, particularly since we're going to be dealing with, ah, voter fraud as a discussion topic.

Oh, also trigger warning for mention/discussion of suicide.

Alright, here are some links re: Toon Rights Activism and what I already had posted re: timeline canon for Jess just as refresher course (I went and checked them because I honestly didn't know what I posted and what I didn't).

Toon Rights Activists - this talks about the origins (and also mentions TWO BITS (the Toon Welfare Organization and Bureau Investigating Toon Safety)) of general Toon Rights activism as well as precursory mention of the radical split off from them. (tw: police brutality)

The Genie - this is more about the lengths the radical Toon Rights activists went in their search for said rights (and has nothing to do with the Genie from Aladdin. This is a different Genie).

Also, honestly, read the TWO BITS link posted above, too, because it gives a sort of timeline in terms of TWO BITS started in 2000, so the radical Toon Rights activists had to come after it.

Beyond that, if I remember correctly, because Jessica and Regina met in what should have been roughly 2011 (because Henry was still ten but Emma hadn't shown up yet, so it had to be pre-OUAT but not by much and OUAT s1 took place in 2011), and that was after Jessica's year of Default post-Roger's death - this means that Roger died in 2010, my verse write-up for at the seams (which was the verse where he was a rabbit and Jess was a human) states that he lived for ten years as a rabbit, which means that Jess became a human and Roger became a rabbit in 2000.

That's a bit compressed of a timeline, given that it's mentioned in The Genie above that it took many years for the radical Toon Rights activists to be able to create the Genie in the first place, which means they must have been crafting him since probably the late eighties/early nineties for him to reach completion around that same time. But given that Toon Rights activism began roughly around the end of the Vietnam War and it took almost thirty years before even TWO BITS was instituted, it would make sense for the radicals to have gotten fed up earlier. TWO BITS is great and all, but it didn't give Toons actual rights, etc.

At least Toons in America. Toons in Japan are treated differently. That's an entire other set of meta, and I'm not going there right now.

Anyway - the general idea that apparently never got posted is that eventually, due to the let's turn politicians into Toons and see how they like it aspect of the radical Toon Rights activists' plans (when, you know, turning Toons into humans didn't play out the way they wanted), that did eventually lead to Toons getting some rights. This is all stuff that would have gone on in the background of at the seams and as they fall (which was the verse post-Roger's death and post-Jess's default because I didn't have a verse for her Default year) and I think I'd planned on...roughly the rights happened during the Jess/Regina stuff? Potentially right before Jess committed suicide (not the attempt, the actual suicide).

I don't have a specific date on that.

To be honest, I don't think Jessica would have been around more than a few years at that point. The suicide attempt would likely have been within two years of meeting Regina (I hesitate on this - I feel like one year is too short but am not sure) and her actual suicide would likely have been within a year of that. So - 2013/2014, roughly, the Toons Rights activists would have succeeded in terms of Toons being recognized as a sentient species of their own with free will and deserving of bodily autonomy.

Ish.

There would have been caveats, of course. You couldn't just make a Toon and suddenly they get all the rights to all the things, just like a newborn baby doesn't get all the rights to all the things automatically (voting, drinking, driving, etc.), and you run into the complications of who is allowed to make Toons and so on and so forth. Even with licenses to make Toons being even more constricted by the legal stuff in 2000 surrounding the establishment of TWO BITS, a licensed artist would basically be creating a new being. Laws around that would probably get even stricter - and ownership would become even more complicated because of course a newly created Toon would need someone to teach them how to act and etc. in the world, make sure they wake up from their Default (because Toons in Default have no rights - they're acting on their Default, they aren't exercising free will, they technically under Default do not have free will or sentience - and if they shove themselves back into Default, they're choosing to give all of that up, which is why Defaulting is an equivalent to Toon suicide).

...we don't need to talk about the last administration to understand why future rights might have stalled.

However.

We run into the peculiar issue of if Toons are sentient beings and are acknowledged as such, then they should be allowed to vote.

Except.

Toons aren't humans.

I mean, duh, obviously.

But Toons can be created by anyone with enough money to get an artist with a license to create a Toon for them with a specific Purpose - and they can make that Purpose whatever they want: good, bad, nefarious, insidious, so on and so forth. And because Toons are being created by imperfect people--

Say someone wanted to run for Senator and knew they wouldn't get enough human votes. Say someone had enough money and enough networking to have hosts of Toons created just to vote for them. Immediately. Then you would have hosts of Toons and hosts of Toon voters who exist only to pad the vote for one politician or another and said host of Toons and Toon voters would overwhelm and overrun actual human voters--

It would be a mess. It would be a huge mess.

So, of course, despite the fact that Toons technically now have rights (and did vote for the mayor of ToonTown, where the movie is concerned, but even then, Judge Doom won because he paid off the voters (pretty sure this is actual movie canon that they discuss - and my concern is whether or not the Toons themselves voted for Doom or if there were humans making decisions for the Toons, but regardless it's still a human as mayor of ToonTown, which makes me wonder if a Toon could even run for mayor in the first place - and that would be another legal issue with Toon rights because a Toon's Purpose is to entertain humans and if they were running for political etc. and won, even outside of Default--))--

So there are still laws in place in terms of what Toons can and can't do, even if they have more rights than they did in the first place.

And it's possible that, at least initially, there was talk about how to address the Toon voting problem so that Toons could vote. Tighter rules on licensing, more than there already are. Maybe a set period on how long Toons have been around before they can vote (like how people don't get to vote in the US until they're 18).

...and now we really do need to bring up the previous administration and all of the discussions of voting fraud and you'll understand exactly why all of those in-roads and thought processes got extremely stalled.

So things are better for Toons, roughly. But not as good as they could be. It's...it's so complicated the idea of Toon rights. They're people and should be treated like people. But they're also not.

Which brings us to the discussion of Toon/human marriage.

This is different from other analogies we could draw with interracial or queer marriage because Toons are drawn, not born. A human - with enough money or connections, again - could have a Toon tailor-made to be their spouse. Or...think they would be tailor-made and then find in the process that they really aren't and something went wrong, and then that's a whole living Toon who was made to be in love with them that now gets to Fade away because no one knows who they are and the one person they're supposed to be with for the rest of their life...doesn't...love them.

And the argument - politically would be that if humans could just make a Toon to be whatever they wanted, then that would interfere with human/human relationships. Humans would just end up choosing Toons over each other, and then we'd have even fewer babies (-coughcough-), and that's not even getting into the issues of Toon/human children (it's possible, Nonnie Montgomery proves that it's possible) and what their rights are - would they be counted as Toons under the law? Would they be counted as humans?

So I'm not sure that Toons would get that right.

Even with the very long legal battle that would probably eventually get brought up before the Supreme Court because the Constitution doesn't cover Toons - it's all men are created equal and Toons aren't human beings - and I don't think they would succeed at that point.

But if they did while Jess was still around, to address the rest of that question--

It really depends on--

Well, this is timeline canon we're talking about, right?

Or, at least, a version of it where Jess doesn't commit suicide, anyway.

Because here's the thing - if Roger was dead and Jess survived that last suicide attempt and Regina offered, if Jess was better and thought that her being there wasn't making Henry hallucinate, if she allowed herself to move on, yeah, if asked, she would have married her. (That one's half up to @notoriousjae, though, because idk if it ever would have gotten to that point. Just, from Jess's standpoint, she would have, if she got to a mentally stable enough point where she would have. If that makes sense.)

Like - Jess, even now in human form, has now fallen in love with two humans (at least), and that's not a result of her suddenly being a human instead of a Toon, if she'd been a Toon in the same circumstances, she would have fallen in love with both of them, and being in a position where she knows 1) that neither of them created her and 2) she fell in love with them quite independent of her Purpose, she would want....

No, that's not how I want to say that.

Jess knows what it is to be a Toon - even wrapped in a human body - and be in love with a human...and to have that human love her back.

She would be grateful that the courts would allow for people - and Toons - to marry the people that they love, regardless of etc.

I just don't think the courts would allow it.

Not without some of the very strict legal etc. to keep people from tailor-making Toons for their own purposes, among other things.

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Yap session bc wow.

Pretty sure the dude that rejected me (situationship ://) is getting a crush on me bc like. One of the last times we talked he was like "oh ur trying to get me to like you". And it's like. No I'm not. You literally rejected me and the more I think about it, I didn't even want you, I just wanted the idea of a boyfriend that I was projecting onto you. He's conservative and talks about how conservative his parents are (which I don't vibe with at all). When we first met, he was still moping about his ex gf who he had broken up with over a year prior. And like. We were both in high school (16 + 17 ://). And I'm sorry but how meaningful can a fucking highschool relationship be? Go to therapy.

Plus he'd like vent without asking and then I'd give him advice and then he'd just shoot it down and be like "no that wouldn't work anyway I'm a piece of shit" and like. Okay, why are you coming to me then? If you're not taking any advice then why are you bitching? You didn't even ask, you just did!

But the moment I even mention my past drug addiction (not in detail and not in a mopey way. Just matter-of-fact), he's like "oh no please don't mention that". Like. Shut the fuck up oh my godddddd. I am not trying to be with someone who can't even handle hearing the most watered-down descriptions of substance abuse.

Plus I just do not trust this guy like. I don't kink shame but here's my red flags: he's conservative, enough said on that...He misgendered me in a sexual way without asking (I did play along bc I was stupid and scared to say no but whatevs). And he did stop when I told him to but the fact that he didn't ask before was highly suspect bc he fucking met me as a trans guy.

And he's also weird about pregnancy. Which I played along with too of the act of breeding is appealing but like. I'd rather have a tapeworm than a damn fetus bc at least I wouldn't be forced to let that parasite live off of me. Dude also mentioned baby trapping like. "oh I feel like you'll force me to get you pregnant" and like. I literally said that I wanted to get my uterus removed and 2: you're the one bringing pregnancy into this don't fucking pin it on me!!! Like I feel like if we actually met up I'd have to triple check and be sober bc what if this guy actually does this shit? Why else would he keep mentioning it?

Like idk he's also asked me about trans kids and like. 1: I don't keep up with any trans people irl, 2: I haven't started transitioning yet so why the fuck are you asking me? I'm not the arbiter of trans people, my guy. Like he acts supportive but I feel like deep down this dude doesn't even respect me and he's gonna try to change me. But that could just be paranoia, idk...

Either way, I don't really get that much out of talking to him. As embarrassing as it is, I've started using those ai bots (says the bitch who is vehemently against ai "art") and they've been much more fulfilling emotionally because they tell you what you want to hear. And you can change the answers. They're hollow, but good for short term stuff bc I don't have the energy to talk to people rn (and I haven't been talking to anyone or really leaving the house on a regular basis...kinda just wasting the year so far..). Especially not this guy.

Like. We don't have the same interests, our tastes in music are similar but also too different and he doesn't get it™️ like I do, his beliefs are like too different from mine. He's also said misogynistic shit about sex workers which. I don't fuck with that, you literally watch porn, you fuckin hypocrite. And the more I think about texting him, the more I see it as a damn chore.

Like idk I just. Do not have a lot of investment in this guy. I think I was just lonely and projecting. And obviously it's not healthy for me bc I resent him but it's not healthy for his annoying ass either. He shouldn't have friends who secretly hate him. So idk I think I'm just gonna delete my profile and start again, also block him bc my dumbass 16 year old self gave him my number.

But like. My gut is telling me not to. I have been taken advantage of before in the past and I'm just getting a distinct deja vu. Even if it's not intentional on his side, I don't think it's good for me. Like the first time he texted me (in over 2 years after I ghosted him with no attempt to reach out to him (take the fucking hint)), it felt like seeing a box of pills in the CVS aisle. I was thinking "god, I shouldn't do this...but I should see what happens, maybe it won't be as bad as last time...." Just that same feeling I got when I decided to relapse.

And like dude. It's always gonna be as bad as last time: quit taking chances on shit that you know will fail you!!! So Idk. Maybe I'm being paranoid, but I shouldn't talk to someone who just drains me, bc that'll drain him too. Plus I'm allowed to not fucking like someone and the guy didn't even wish me happy birthday or congratulate me on my 5 months of sobriety. Things in my status. And I know he reads statuses bc he messaged me about one of them before. Plus he rejected me on my birthday!!!

And now you wanna come crawling back and then act like I'm obsessed!?!? You were the one who came back into my life, not the other way around! I was over you until you came back. And now I'm over you again. But you're not over me. But you're so fuckin allergic to commitment that you just wanna keep acting like I'm smitten with you. After you strung me along with no regards for my feelings. Not because you're evil, but because you're fucking dumb. And I'm not dealing with someone who's that stupid. Hope you work your issues out, but I'm not here to fix you, nor do I want to. That's on you!! Figure it out!!!

Anyway um if anyone read this far thank u. Feel free to add input just please be nice. And uhhh. Aita???

#cj rambles #vent #situationship #gay #mlm #trans #ftm #dude i hate it here #minors dni #like seriously. you literally rejected me.#and then came back and was like 'oh ur trying to get me to like you' when I'm literally NOT.#like. i say im interested in a relationship and you get cold feet.#but when i move on from wanting a romance with you you fucking turn around.#which tells me that you dont want me. you just want to be desired without having to reciprocate #and frankly i dont deserve that like. you used me as a rebound once and that was on you.#but im not letting you play me again. even if you want to change. bc frankly i dont like you bro #and also i hate the raceplay it makes me feel like a piece of shit like i dont genuinely believe but. its too far for me.#like i just feel awful doing it and i dont like this guy enough to feel comfortable doing it now that i think ab it #and hes weirdly fixated on me being white too like. i get it. im pale. i look dead at times. chill.#i would like that same energy to b directed to my transness pretty please. actually not the same energy but still....#like idk the vibes are horrendous rn i just dont know how to cut him off bc i dont want him to worry about me (or try to contact me again)#like idk this may sound mean but...Yeah im gonna be mean actually #this guy is a fucking loser who needs therapy i don't have the patience to fucking deal with him #like hes beneath me bc he's conservative/sexist/lowkey transphobic/doesn't do a lot of introspection.#and maybe that's selfish but that's just more reason to not associate with him. bc this is gonna turn toxic bc im losing my patience yk?#plus i can't do long distance. i need quality time and physical touch. you can't kiss and cuddle through a screen.#also our aesthetics are very different and he's hot but he's not my type. also i don't like his voice. and i have a thing about voices.#also his dick is too big like. i can't get 3 fingers in and that thing just looks like it would hurt. im good. im not a size queen.#like idk the more i think about it the more i realize that we r not compatible #i dont want you bro just fuck OFF!!!

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