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If I'm There: Chapter Eighteen
read from part one here!
summary: Noah and Natalie met in high school and developed a relationship through their love of music and art. Falling in love, innocent and young, they think nothing can keep them apart. However, sometimes in the pursuit of your dreams the things we love the most get left behind.
warnings: alcohol use
this is a complete work of fiction, some characters while based on real people are totally made up. :)
edited by me ....soooo if you see something spelt wrong no you didn't.
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Ryan, our receptionist has the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. He’s thinking that he’s just setting me up with a band I don’t like. Ugh. It’s not his fault, nobody here knows Noah is Erin’s dad. Only Haylie and my family know. Although I never confirmed with my dad who Erin’s father is I know he knows.
As I frantically attempt to clear my workstation of anything Erin-related I look down and notice that because of the rip in my jeans, you can perfectly see the “Erin” script tattoo I have over my left knee.
“Fuck” I quietly exclaim to myself, no way of hiding that. My phone is cradled in my shoulder as I continue to lose my mind with Haylie. “I’m freaking out! Oh my god, ten years and everything I’ve worked so hard to overcome just walked through my fucking door.” I’m breathing in and out heavily as I look back up over the partition to see Noah watching me with peaked interest as he offers a small awkward wave while the rest of his band mates finished their paperwork. I quickly duck back down and continue to freak out with Haylie on the phone.
“Okay, hold on! He’s there? How did he know you were there?” Haylie Questions. “I have no fucking idea. Oh my god! Erin…she’s at fucking Six Flags having a great time and I just agreed to tattoo her fucking father! That doesn’t know about her, that she’s never met. That I’ve never told her about, god, I’m the worst mother-'' Haylie cuts me off “You need to breathe. It’s going to be okay, just try to remember everything Dr. Grady taught you'' she reassures me.
“Okay,” I breathe out. “Okay, I’ll be fine. It’ll just be like seeing an old friend. That took my virginity. And got me pregnant and left me all alone”
There’s a long pause “..….you could always sneak out the back door?” We both laugh at the absurdity of the situation. I have to laugh because otherwise, I would have a full-on breakdown. “I’ll be okay. I can do this. I can totally do this” I tell Haylie and also myself. Can I fucking do this?! We say our goodbyes and I return to my breathing technique as I try to calm my racing heart.
A few minutes later I hear their footsteps approaching my workstation followed by his voice, that’s only gotten better with time. “I can’t believe you’re here” he almost whispers. “What are you doing here?” Noah asks me quietly.
“I work here” I state calmly. “I moved here after graduating early and started an apprenticeship with a friend of a friend, worked my way up,” I say, trying not to break my words as I look up at him, and oh my god how did he get even better looking? I’m totally fucked. I attempted to shake myself out of whatever daze being around Noah has brought me into so I can get through this.
“I could say the same to you? Of all the tattoo shops in Texas, you just happen to walk through my doors” I half joke. “Must be fate” It’s Nicholas Ruffilo that pipes up this time, coming around to hug me. “Long time no see Nat,” he says, eyeing me up and down. “You’re looking good,” he mentions with a soft smile. I’m not at all the girl I used to be, my hair is darker and I have multiple visible tattoos. My neck tattoo is visible and you can see the evidence of a stomach tattoo poking out the bottom of my tank, if I turned around they could see my dueling dragon back tattoo peaking past my shoulders and through the holes in my jeans, you can see a view of my full leg sleeve. “Really digging the tatted look,” Nicholas remarks with a friendly tone. He’s always been a good guy. I wish I had stayed in contact with him more all these years. But I couldn’t even keep in contact with Noah, despite trying, so that was wishful thinking.
“Yeah, you too buddy,” I tell him, returning his hug.
Turning to face Noah I give him a once over “You cut your hair.” When he left it was down past his chest but the short hair looks really good on him and I’m forgetting everything I’m supposed to be mad at him about.
“Oh yeah,” he reaches back and scratches the nape of his neck “it was just getting to be a lot to deal with.”
I huff out a laugh and think about my life with Erin and how hard it’s been raising her as a single mother and remember the anger I’ve felt all these years. “yeah, i know how much you hate when things get complicated” I say and he slightly bristles. I ignore it and turn to the two unfamiliar faces.
“Hi! I’m Natalie, I went to school with these two so it’s an impromptu reunion.” I stick out my hand to shake hands with Nick Folio and Jolly, the final members of Noah’s band, Bad Omens. “Two Nicks? Doesn't that get confusing?” I ask. “Yeah, people call me Folio, but you can call me anything you’d like,” Folio says with a smile and wink. Noah tenses at his friend's joke and eyes him with a glare. Choosing to ignore whatever that was, I turn back towards the group and ask, “So what are we doing today? I overheard a little, just some line work?”
“Uh yeah,” Nick replies “I unfortunately lost my tattoo bag with my gun and needles, or else I would have done it myself.” He’s still the same Nicholas I knew so I can tell when he’s bullshitting. “Okay…and if you told me the truth? What would that be?” I give him a serious look, the same one Erin calls my “Mom means business face.”
“Okay so I may have been looking online for tattoo shops in the area just for fun and maybe I came across an article about a certain women’s owned tattoo shop and thought I recognized one of the girls in the group picture.” He fesses up finally. “You knew she would be here?” Noah asks his friend, shock written on his face. “Why didn’t you say anything” he asks at the same time I question, “So you knew I was here? So much for fate huh?” I joke and push his shoulder back. “You didn’t think to call first? At least warn me?” I ask him. Noah pipes up “Well he didn’t tell me either if that helps.”
It doesn’t.
“What? So you could be conveniently out of the office? Yeah right Natty, I’m not stupid. Or so you” he gestures at Noah “could find any way out of seeing her, no way” Nicholas’ cheshire cat smile tells me all I need to know. He wanted this to happen, for us all to see each other again. Thinking maybe it was just old friends catching up or love birds reuniting. Unfortunately, all he really did was throw my life completely upside down by unknowingly walking the father of my child straight back into my life.
“Well, we will have some time to catch up while I work,” I say, “let me just pull up some more chairs so y’all can sit.” I walk and grab two folding chairs to add to my workspace.
I notice Noah looking at all the photos on my walls. Some of me, Kyle and Maggie all grown up, me with other musicians lying on my tattoo table getting something done. “Is that fucking Oli Sykes!??” Noah asks, pointing at a picture pinned on the wall. I laugh and nod “Um yeah, that’s a crazy story. My roommate Haylie ran into him after a show and they made a bet during a darts game and next thing I know I’m getting a call at 3 am about giving Oli a tattoo.” I laugh because it was actually pretty crazy, Haylie has stayed out later than me but I was lucky that Gwen had already agreed to babysit that night since it was our monthly girls’ night out so I knew Erin was safe. Having the lead singer of the Bring Me The Horizon on my tattoo table. That was crazy. “That’s amazing Natty, we’re touring with them next year.” Noah smiles when he says it, I know it is a huge accomplishment to be touring with a band he’s always loved. “Wow, that’s great Noah. I’m happy for y’all.” It’s not a complete lie, I have always been proud of Noah but it doesn’t mean it hurts any less.
Several minutes later I have my station ready and I’m prepping Jolly who’s volunteered to go first. They want the symbols for death, peace, and mind to commemorate their most recent album.
Jolly sits in the chair in front of me and is very nice, he offers a little small talk as I align the stencil and prepare the ink and tattoo gun. “So you’re the girl?” Jolly says and I see Noah lean his head back and mutter a nearly silent “Fucking Christ.” I start up the tattoo and huff an awkward laugh. “I’m not sure how to take that. Noah and I are exes if that’s what you mean?” I try to break the tension by addressing at least one elephant in the room. “Sorry, I don’t mean to make things awkward, I just mean I have heard a lot about you, though they failed to mention how incredibly beautiful you are,” Jolly says and I can tell he’s just playing and trying to get under Noah’s skin.
“You’re full of it Karlsson, I did too mention she was beautiful” Noah blurts out, surprising us both. “I mean..like objectively I mentioned it, years ago. Let’s just drop it okay?” He fumbles out and we all try to stop the laughter from bubbling out.
I finish up Jolly and Nicholas’s tattoos easily and next is Folio who is funny but a very playful flirt, he also asks a lot of questions.
“So how long have you been here?”
“Austin? Or this studio?”
“Both”
“Austin about ten years and this shop about the same, it kind of all came together at the same time”
“Why did you move?”
“Lots of reasons. I wanted a fresh start”
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
“No”
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
“No girlfriend either”
“Kids?”
If the tattoo gun had been on his skin it would have flown across it leaving a massive black mark along his arm. Everything stops and my mouth completely dries. I finish the last bit of the mind symbol and place the gun down and slap his shoulder, “alright that was fun but I have to switch to the next contestant now, maybe we can finish 20 questions later” I smile and give him a wink and then Noah is taking his seat in front of me. “Let me just clean up and get ready” I stand to re-sanitize everything before tattooing him next. He looks up at me through his lashes, “okay, I’ll be right here” he says and there’s a fire burning low in my gut.
You can do this Natalie. You got this. No more running. No more hiding.
After sanitizing everything I’m ready to begin, “so I’m pretty much covered all over my arms and hands, but I was thinking somewhere on my ribs? I have some space there.” He says while lifting his shirt to show me and damn. He has definitely been working out but, I push all those thoughts away and just nod like an idiot. “I’m yeah, ribs are a good placement, well just need to move to the bench,” I say and point behind us where Jolly and Nicholas are sitting. They hop down and I move to quickly wipe it down with disinfectant and then Noah is lifting his shirt up and lying down on the table and then I realize I’m going to have to touch him.
I pick up the stencil and as I’m about to place it Ryan comes rounding the corner with the shop phone, “Sorry Nat, but it’s Erin. She said she tried to call your cell but you didn’t answer” he tells me. Shit. I take the phone and move to stand just on the outside of my workspace. “Hey Sweets, what’s going on? Is everything okay?” I try to keep my voice casual, “Ashley asked me if I wanted to go with her to the zoo tomorrow and have a double sleepover. Can I please??” Erin practically begs and I put my hand on the receiver as I look back at the guys. “Sorry, this will just take a second,” I say and walk towards the back of the shop. “Can you put Ashley’s mom on?” I ask Erin. I talk to her mom to make sure it’s genuinely okay before telling Erin it’s okay. Ashley’s mom is happy to take Erin with her, “oh we love it when Erin joins us, she is such a sweet and respectful girl.” I can’t help but beam at the praise for my daughter, “Thank you, I’m just so glad she and Ashley get along so well, and I will send you some extra money on Venmo so they can get some fun trinkets.” I end the call with Erin thanking me ecstatically and rejoin the group.
“Sorry about that,” I say and sit back down to finish applying the tattoo stencil. As I sit the Erin tattoo is fully visible on my knee and I see Noah clock it. But he doesn’t say anything.
In a few minutes were ready to start the process and I have to lean into his personal space, smelling his clean, woody scent, and try not to fall under his spell. “We’re playing a show tomorrow, you didn’t happen to get tickets did you?” Noah asks as I start to tattoo his skin. “Oh, um no I didn’t. I hadn’t planned on going.” I mumble out. “Oh, well if you wanted to we could get you a ticket. Or two if you want to bring someone?” Noah says and his eyes are boring into mine. “Um, yeah maybe. My d-. I mean, I’ll be free so maybe.” I squeak out and force my mouth shut so I don’t say anything else on accident. I know that I need to tell him about Erin but in private.
The tattoos are finished and Folio is asking me more questions, “so what are you doing tonight? We need something fun to do.” he asks and I chuckle. “I’m going to a masquerade rave with some girlfriends, It’s a pretty good time if you’re interested.” I say and Folio’s eyes light up with interest, “Oh hell yes! We are 100% in! And we can be incognito.” Nicholas and I exchange numbers and Noah looks like he wants to ask for it as well but doesn’t. Nicholas sends me two backstage passes for the concert tomorrow night. I guess I’ll go with Haylie.
After cleaning my station again I finally make it home with plenty of time to get ready for the masquerade. I texted Nicholas all of the information and he sent me a thumbs up and told me they were all excited. Haylie was freaking out more than I was about the whole situation. “Okay, well you need to boost the sexiness of your outfit up by about 10000%.” Laughing we have fun getting ready for the party and I try to figure out how to tell Noah about Erin. I’m finishing my makeup and were having a few drinks. I don’t drink often so on girls night it doesn’t take many to get me tipsy. “Okay I obviously can’t do it tonight” I say as I button the front of my corset top, pushing my boobs up higher. “I think presenting him with your huge rack will really ease the blow of finding out he has a kid.” Haylie always has a way of saying the most shocking things and making them hilarious. “Funny.” I deadpan and down the rest of my vodka soda.
A couple hours later we are walking into the immaculately decorated warehouse with our lace masks on. Mine is black to complament my red strappy corset dress and Haylies’ is purple to match her colorful outfit. Haylie’s sister Rachel and my boss, Anna are with us as well and we walk towards the bar to grab some drinks before heading onto the dance floor.
After a quick round of shots and another vodka soda we file onto the dance floor together and start moving to the music. It’s upbeat and energetic so we’re having fun jumping around and dancing together. I love girls night, it’s a night that I can let loose and have fun knowing Erin is somewhere safe. She called before we left to say goodnight. I love that girl.
At first I think I’m dancing on Haylie but then she appears in front of me and I look behind and notice it’s a guy. I shoot in closer to my girls to try and make space but he gets closer so I wave him off, “I’m good dude, no thanks” I try to yell over the music. “Come on baby!! You look so hot! Dance with me!” I roll my eyes and Haylie lightly pushes the guy back “go on dude, she’s not interested.” He huffs an arrogant laugh but there’s another taller figure behind him, “yeah dude she’s not interested.” I instantly recognized the voice as Noah’s. The guy turns around and notices Noah’s towering height and holds up his hands in defeat “all right man, she’s all yours,” he says and I can’t help but laugh. The rest of his friends appear and we all attempt to exchange hellos but on the crowded dance floor it’s difficult. We end up all just dancing and at one point I think Haylie is behind me and Folio is in front of me and I’m having and amazing time. Noah is swaying to the music next to Nicholas and my other friends. Our eyes keep meeting and it’s like he’s has his own gravitational pull because we all suddenly end up in a massive cluster. I’m loose and warm from the drinks so I’m dancing and having a good time, not noticing I’ve now plastered myself against the front of Noah’s body. He doesn’t seem to mind and with the music blasting I can’t seem to care. Eventually we all make our way back to the bar, the guys head towards an area designated for seating to find us all a place to chill.
Me and the girls are grabbing more drinks and chatting loudly to hear each other over the music, “so Natty, where’s the little one tonight? Will we be seeing her at shop more now that school is out for the summer?” Anna asks with a big smile, shes like a grandma to Erin having been apart of our lives since she was born. “She went to Six Flags with a friend, so I’m a free mommy for two nights!” I cheer and raise my glass into the air to toast our night.
I take a step back and bump into someone, “oh sorry!” I call out as my drink spill over onto my arm slightly.
I turn around and apologize to who I ran into and it’s funny how little masks actually hide someone's identity. “Oh Nicholas, sorry! You snuck up on me” I laugh and grab some napkins to wipe the drink that spilled on my arm. The pregame drinks plus the drinks I’ve had here to loosen up have definitely done their job. “Hey Nat,” he says over the noise. “Um I’m sorry, did I hear you say you’re a free mommy tonight? You have a kid?” he asks and I feel my vision black out. “Um. Yeah.” I mumble out. “What? Sorry, it’s loud.”
“Yes!” I yell out louder and he nods slowly. “Wow! How old are they?” he asks innocently and I dont know what to do. I don’t want to lie but I don’t think it’s right to tell Nicholas first. “Um my daughter is almost 10.” I say and slurp down the rest of my drink and put it down on the bar. He nods again and then his eyes shoot up at me and I feel like I might throw up.
“10? Wow, thats, thats..shes 10? So you met someone when you moved?” Its starting to feel like an interrogation and I think about just running away, quickly realizing how stupid that would be. “No, no. I didnt meet anyone when I moved.” I offer up honestly. “So it’s someones from home?” I feel like he’s just chipping around the truth until I spill what he’s after.
I pull out my phone and show him my lockscreen which is a picture of Erin on halloween dressed up like a fairy to celebrate Haylie’s book launch. Nicholas takes my phone and I see his eyes go wide behind his mask. Hes just staring at it for minuets before I reach to take my phone back and put it back in my pocket.
“Don’t say anything yet, I will tell him. I promise, I will tell him.” I start to sound frantic and I feel myself growing into a flob sweat. “How could you keep something like this from him for ten years Nat?” He asks and I can hear his voiced lined with a dark edge.
“Excuse me? You don’t think I tried?” I ask shocked by his tone. His face is scrunched in confusion, “how hard could you have possibly tried? I mean you had his kid Natalie? And you didn’t tell him?” Nicholas voice seethes out in an inflection full of judgment. I’m drunk enough not to care who hears me when I say, “I told you I’d tell him and it’s really none of your business, so drop it.” There’s acid in my voice. “He has the right to know, you owe it to him to at least tell him the truth” Nicholas argues back.
“Did you forget that you both just left? You left too, Nicky. You both just picked up and left me. You don’t know a THING about what I went through! You have no idea how hard I tried to tell him, to get to him. When at every corner he was running further from me. You have no IDEA! Don’t talk to me about what’s owed Nicholas. You don’t want to go down this road with me.”
Our voices are starting to carry over and I see Noah look over from where him and the other two guys are sitting. He seems to notice our raised volume so he gets up to walk over and in a hushed voice I say “you’ll say nothing about this to him, I’ll tell him. Just leave it alone” It comes out as a warning and I walk away and pass Noah.
He stops me lightly by the shoulder to ask “Is everything okay? Were you and Nick just yelling?” I shake my head and slap on a fake smile “Everything’s fine, I’m just gonna go freshen up” I shrug off his touch and head towards the bathroom, grabbing Haylies hand and dragging her along with me.
What the fuck am I going to do? The timeline of needing to tell Noah has multiplied exponentially. I can’t make Nicholas keep the secret forever, not that he would. I’ll go to the show with Haylie tomorrow and tell him them.
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oh lord!!! It’s getting MESSY!!!
next chapter -> here
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Just dropping in to say that Silent Night has me in a chokehold I will likely never recover from and that you are awe-spiringly talented!! (new chapter is *chef's kiss*) I believe I speak for the damirae fandom when I say the wait for your updates is sweet torture and reading is an absoLUTE delight 🩷
If you don't mind questions ofc, I am super curious as to how you found damirae and got inspired to write for it! The DCAMU community size has nothing on popular anime fandoms, so I'd love to hear how it started 🥰 Your grasp on their deep and compelling characters is so immaculate (+ the heartwrenchingly articulate writing style??🩷) 😍😍 ugh love it to the moon and back!!
ahhh hi !! Thank you so much. It's pretty much terrifying posting a new story in a new fandom, so I really appreciate this. 🖤
yes! Always open to questions. :] the various algothirms must have targeted me, because I've always seen such great art for damirae, I didn't realize it was a smaller fandom and something of a rare pair on Ao3. Silent Night definitely draws inspiration from gorgeous artwork by @kasieli.
Looking back, there's a chance that damirae was my first childhood OTP? I grew up watching the early 2000s Teen Titans and shipped Raven and Robin before my little kid brain could properly understand anything about romance. I have not rewatched the show as an adult, but this is such a fantastic edit by @unlikely-alliance. I mean, it's a cartoon but their chemistry and closeness is out of this world.
Then sometime last year I got hit hard with the Marvel fatigue. (DC too, but admittedly, I didn't give the Titans live-action show a chance, too afraid they botched Raven.) The comics, movies, and animated shows were such a quintessential part of my childhood, so it was kind of upsetting to realize I was so tired and uninspired by it all. Trying to reclaim some of that old joy, I guess, led me to start rewatching Justice League and working through the DC catalogue on HBO/Max. Instead of watching in order, though, I went straight for the Teen Titans movies, knowing ahead of time from tumblr that Robin/Raven would be canon this time. 😏
Probably my writing of them is more inspired by the old cartoon, but we only get the complexity of Robin-Damian Wayne because of the DCAMU and I am so grateful for it. The way it makes them make so much sense as the only two people who could properly understand and deeply care for the other creates such a dream pairing.
Thank you again 🥰🖤 this is the most absolutely self-indulgent fic I have ever written and posted, I'm so surprised and grateful for such a positive response.
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Had the enlightening thought that I could use my blog for blogging. I don't love splitting myself into separate marketable entities, so I'll probably post more craft stuff here. (I have a passing knowledge of So many hobbies it's a bit ridiculous- my most developed are probably doll customisation (wigs, faceups etc), sewing tiny clothes and maybe crochet.)
I thought I would share some patch process from...2021? (ugh)
I don't know how many of you will have seen on twitter, but I've started making patches for my jacket after being deeply dissatisfied with what I could find online (I find that I need to know & search for a creator specifically or I just get mainstream patches... 'bee happy' etc)
The Billie patch (of the painting) was actually me going 'I wonder if posca works on fabric' and I tested it on the smallest scrap, which bit me in the ass, because I did that face with no planning or sketch and it came out perfect, no way I was going to do it that good again. SO i stitched it onto a bigger bit of black fabric, which is surprisingly unnoticeable in the end!
The rainbow strip was made because I didn't like how clean and manufactured store bought flag patches are, I wanted something undeniably gay, but a little more subtle and personal. I chose the colours to be a bit softer (I'm aware the dark brown should be black, I had no grey to pastel-ify it with, like I did the others) and I've seen little rainbow strip lapel pins before, so I sort of copied that in fabric form.
The next is Brian Molko in the 'Pure Morning' video, which I watched so much when I was younger. I put a screenshot through a binarization filter, and tried my best to copy it down.
It was going really well, and then I foolishly placed it over my photo to see how it lined up (badly) and I went back in and completely ruined the likeness. While it wasn't a good copy, I still think it looked good before I went over it.
SO I made another :'). I also sort of fixed up the first, because seeing it on the desk was embarrassing me.
I also added the embroidery in the colours I think of when I try and remember the video (his lips particularly were sort of coral coloured and the androgyny struck me hard as a teen)
The Eve Elloree was from an old gay magazine- the art director asking for assistance, I just thought it was really fucking cute haha Way more info on my long ass twitter thread.
The extremely badass black and white one is from superpose!
And the fruits wizard is here (because im a fruit, har har)
Hopefully I can make more this year, I have too many hobbies and not enough wrist stamina!
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s5 ep8 Shot in the dark
woohooo
Off topic but while looking for fan art of Catra from the portal (ugh I need to try different tags) I instead saw a bunch of anti-Catra and anti-Catradora and anti-spop blogs and jfc people need to get a life and touch some grass and if I'm saying that--
(I mean, I did leave the house today with Saer and their mom, we went to Powell's books where I spent too much money but I got a couple of wlw manga and a Judith Butler book among a few other things, and also we went to a vintage clothing store that seemed to have NO END but I bought one thing there, a lavender satin bathrobe, the short kind; the only thing wrong with it was that it's a bit faded in some places and it's a little small on me but it's a bathrobe, and it was like $26 AND 100% SILK)
a question many astronauts have surely asked as well!
these two squabbling but not actually fighting always sounds like flirting, it doesn't help that a split second after that screenshot, Catra actually smiles for a second
Look. I love them.
Bow: "Adora, Catra's right"
Everyone's eyes: go wide
Bow: "...that felt weird to say"
the startled noise they all make when he starts talking lolol
but Catra has some flashes (from when she was in the hive mind) and says Krytis is a planet, nice. There's something there Horde Prime doesn't want them to know--so they head for Krytis, roll intro theme
:O
oh man they really did start changing this up every episode. Look at poor Perfuma's face.
Anyway on Krytis they find an old Horde ship and everyone else is trying to figure out what happened but poor Catra is remembering what it was like to be chipped :(
there's a cute moment when she notices her tail is all fluffy from fear and smooths it out before joining the others
there's a "crack" video where Entrapta's little walk here is dubbed with a clip from an ancient Spiderman show's theme song
ahaha
LOOK AT HER the way Bow says this is so great
POOR CATRA
Adora laughs longer than anyone else after Catra gets the helmet off and Catra blushes and smiles and everyone stands around not wanting the ruin the moment--and then Entrapta finds something and squeals and startles the shit out of everyone and it's SO GREAT
Catra: "So, wait, the plan is to barge ahead into the structurally unsound building to find some mystery person that we know nothing about, in hopes that they somehow know how to defeat Horde Prime?"
Bow: "You know, we were just gonna recklessly blast our way through that blockade until you stopped us. So this whole thing is basically your idea."
Catra's starting to realize what DORKS they all are and that good-natured teasing is just part of the deal
the GLEE with which they are including her
I didn't mean to get a screenshot that makes it look like Adora is staring at Catra's butt, but(t) I'm not mad about it
Meanwhile, on Etheria:
yikes
"and yet we're still stuck with you?"
HAH
Back on Krytis Wrong Hordak is having an existential crisis as he realizes Horde Prime is not perfect
Catra fuckin' slices a door into the wall
Bow: dunno if that's safe
Glimmer: yeah I'm not sure about this either
Adora: MY GIRLFRIEND IS STRONK and has v sharp claws isn't she perfect
seriously tho Adora is BLUSHING
Catra's face
Glimmer's too, actually
oh god it's the bit where Catra keeps sneezing at the spore things in the air and Bow is just like 🥺
Adora's reaction to this conversation is also priceless
Anyway a second later, Catra leans on the wall and sinks into it, she shrieks and Adora yells "CATRA!!" and when they pull her out the wall starts sending out HUGE MURDER SPIKES
Back on Etheria:
Castaspella: "You said you had a plan. The only reason I'm following you is because if anyone would know about mind control, it's you."
Shadow Weaver: "Mind control? Is that what they told you? No. My gifts were always far subtler."
I dunno, I think torturing kids is hardly "subtle." But abuse is often hard to spot while it's happening to you.
y'know, like this shit
Okay in fairness she says she was less powerful as well and now he's chipped he's under control by the enemy and they're not strong enough to fight him
On Krytis, the Squad realizes they've gotten confused/turned around in the abandoned ship--"Isn't this where we started?!" There's a growling noise. The hallway somehow gets longer while they're walking in it. Creepy as fuck.
Oh and also it turns out Horde Prime and the First Ones fought over Krytis ages ago and Prime won but then abandoned the place anyway.
Entrapta: also there's someone right behind you
yay i know who this is lol
ALSO Catra insisting on protecting everyone is v cute
also it took me three times to get this screenshot ahahaha
and when she tackles it they both disappear
the audible PANIC
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The Junkyard at the End of the World
ROTTMNT Donatello x Yokai!reader
This takes place in the bad timeline, a bit after the Krang invasion. There's mentions of death and very light angst.
Could be read as platonic or romantic I guess, and the reader's gender isn't mentioned. (Also I projected a bit too hard on the OC that plays (Y/N) in my head, because now (Y/N) is kinda good at building- an amature engineer if you will)
3k words, rivals to friends. Onto the fic!
Edit: This is now a series. Part two, part three, part four, part five.
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“You know, I thought the world would end slowly over generations upon generations. But aliens? Really? What is this, one of your sci-fi films?”
I scoffed, taking a sip of soda. The acrid scent of burning buildings floated past me, killing the taste of my drink, and the photo of Mum and Pa stared back, unanswering.
I shook my head, smiling lightly. “You guys are lucky, you know that?” I sighed, rubbing the frame.
“Hey (Y/N)? You should come inside, we’re divvying up the scouting parties and I doubt you wanna end up with Dale any more than I do.” Said April’s familiar voice as she rapped gently on the doorframe.
“Hm?” I said, looking over my shoulder. “Yeah, no. Okay, I’m coming O’Neil.” I smiled, hopping off of the balcony railing.
Once inside, I was met with the far too familiar sounds of people. Yelling, talking, fighting, crying…I felt a shiver run down my spine at the sheer excess. There were so, so many people.
It was by sheer luck that I’d managed to get my own room in the shelter. Mind you, it was barely a room, with only about 6x4 feet of space, and my bed took up almost all of it, but hey, it was mine even if it was small and hard to live in. At least I wasn’t in one of the shared bed spaces, as selfish as it admittedly felt.
Anyways.
I followed April down the hall towards the main Office. It had been used for secretaries and headmasters at the old college campus once upon a time, but nowadays we used it for conferences and planning amongst the commanders…those commanders just being April, an old mutant named Splinter, his mutant sons, and me, the resident Yokai representative. And I’d only gotten the position because I was the one who found the empty campus and used my mom’s magic to protect it as best as I could…I was rubbish at any actual quote unquote ‘representative’ stuff.
I couldn’t actually speak for the Yokai, I was only really just a quarter Yokai. It didn’t seem like my place. But I was clearly inhuman,what with the horns and scales and claws and all, so…I got the position.
Ugh. Classic (Y/N) overthinking, I don’t have time for this.
I entered the office with my head held high as if I hadn’t just been questioning my own authority for the millionth time today, and sat across from Michelangelo, the youngest mutant.
“So. Scouting parties, I hear?” I said blandly, paging through my notebook in hopes of looking busy.
“Oh, look who finally showed up. We’re so glad to see you! He said without a hint of sarcasm.” Scowled the purple one, crossing his arms. “We’ve been waiting for you to start!”
He’d had something out for me since he moved in, so it was no surprise that we were fighting again. It had really taken off back when I shared a few art pieces a few months ago, only for him to have some sarcastic comment for literally everything…
I scoffed, not in the mood to take it. “Well that’s pretty dumb of you, ‘Tello. You’re a big boy, do it yourself, why don’tcha?”
“Oh gee, I don’t know, maybe because it’s your responsibility, (L/N)!”
I rolled my eyes. “Since when? Look, just because I haven’t let you have your own lab doesn’t mean you need to go out of your way to antagonize me, Purple-boy.”
“This is not about that!” He snapped, slamming his hands down onto the table.
“This is not about that!” I mimicked in a nasally voice, getting a snicker out of his brother Leonardo. I smirked.
“It’s a matter of principle.” Donatello scowled, shaking his head tiredly. “Lovely banter aside, we’re low on food, and more importantly, I’m low on scrap metal!”
Mikey nodded. “The crops in the campus garden aren’t gonna be ready till fall, which is like, three months from now.”
Leo frowned. “So…two parties for the grocery stores in Manhattan, one for New Jersey (which I will not be a part of), and….one for Brooklyn. And I guess a small one for Donnie.”
“Cool cool.” I nodded, crossing my arms.
“I’ll take New Jersey.” Said April, raising her hand.
“And I’ll lead the Brooklyn party,” Raph volunteered.
“Cool. Mikey and I will take Manhattan, and Donnie and (Y/N) will get spare parts at the junkyard.” Leo decided.
I jolted up, half aware of Purple doing the same. “What?! But…sir, no offense intended, but good lord are you thick in the head? Have you seen how we get along?!” I exclaimed.
Donatello nodded. “For once, I concur! No, I’m going by myself, not with…that!”
“Yeah, what he said!” I snapped, feeling my claws sting the fleshy parts of my hands as I clenched them into fists.
“See? You’re getting along great already!” Leo grinned.
“Pfft.” I scoffed.
“Scoff.” Said Donnie.
“Oh my god, more proof!” He teased, before growing more serious. “Look guys, you’re the only two here who know anything about tools and construction. You know full well that it isn’t safe to go alone places and it’s even less safe to go in a big group…so please just try to work together, ‘kay?” He finished with a sigh, something…tired behind his eyes.
I softened as I looked at Leo, sympathy prickling at me. He was clearly trying to lead well, and was under a lot of pressure…
I sighed, relaxing my hands. “Fine, Leonardo. I’ll go. But for the record, I know very little about construction- I just draw blueprints sometimes.”
“Which is more than anyone else does!” He said, grinning again. “Thanks (Y/N). See Donnie? Someone is cooperating!”
Donatello rolled his eyes. “Fine, dear brother, clearly this isn’t a fight I can win. But don’t get mad when you have to eateth thy words.”
“Actually the correct old English term would be ‘eateth thine words’, I think. I could be wrong though.” I said blithely.
“Great!” He hissed, squeezing his tech-bo dangerously.
“No problem-o, Donatello,” I smirked, sticking out my tongue.
“Did you seriously just rhyme?” He said, sounding disgusted.
I simply gave him finger guns in response.
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“So. What sort of scrap metal are we lookin’ for?” I asked, claws raised as we descended into the junkyard. Purple trudged a few feet ahead of me- even in the midst of the apocalypse he wanted to act like he didn’t know me.
“Ideally titanium. More likely though, steel.” He replied coldly.
“‘Aight.” I said, reaching into my satchel for my multi-tool. “I’m gonna try to scavenge some screws and bolts while we’re out here.”
He didn’t reply. Typical.
I scoffed. “Talkative, aren’t we.” I muttered, though it came out louder than I meant it to.
“What.” He said, more like a statement than a question. “What do you want right now?! I’m tired, so forgive me, but I don’t care.”
I rolled my eyes. “Jeez man. Chill. I’m just…bored, I guess.”
“Well spare me the quote unquote ‘deetz’.” He said, doing finger quotes.
I shrugged, messing with my multi-tool.
I was too drained to care much about the turtle nowadays, but his disdain for me used to upset me back when they first moved in. Maybe I teased him too much, maybe I was late to meetings often- it wasn’t like he was doing much better. Maybe it was because I turned down his offers to help me with my projects back then, maybe it was because my least favorite color was purple…There were too many variables, and I didn’t care to speculate anymore, not like I used to.
Sometimes people just don’t like you, even when you’re a hot-as-hell Chinese-dragon-person with only mild personality flaws. I thought, chuckling to myself.
I stared out at the horizon as I went to work unscrewing bolts from doors and cars and air conditioners…
I thought that our world would end in fire, swallowed up by the supernova that our sun was fated to become.
But aliens. Really. This was stupid. I sighed, adding another handful of scavenged screws to my bag.
My parents would have loved it, ever the sci-fi fans. …Although, they would have probably not loved the sight of their child working for hours in New York summer heat in order to just barely keep humanity alive. For now, the Yokai were safe at least…in fact, why was I helping the humans?
It wasn’t like I had anything to gain from it…
Well…yes. Yes I did. Like it or not, I was like them, I was 75% human. They were still my species, and I couldn’t just let them go extinct on good conscience.
I heard panting behind me as Donatello dragged a piece of a car door towards his pile of scrap. I checked the time- we’d been out here for an hour and a half.
Well…time to go on break, I decided, and pulled an instant boba tea packet out of my bag.
“Hey Purple, d’you want a snack or something? We’ve been out here for a while.” I called, looking over at him.
He raised an eyebrow and came over to me. “...What?”
“I said, do you want a snack. I have extras in case of an emergency.” I shrugged, and he walked closer.
“Uh…sure. What do you have?”
“Instant bubble tea, knock-off goldfish from the Trader Joe’s we broke into a while back, sourdough bread, and walnuts for protein.”
“Oh. How…luxurious.” He said, clearly unimpressed. But he sat next to me anyway, and ripped open the walnuts.
“So. Have you found any titanium?” I asked, for once too tired to tease him.
“No, unsurprisingly. Well, I found some scissors made of it, but there isn’t nearly enough for what I have in my blueprints. How…how about you?” He answered a little awkwardly.
“I found a whole bunch of screws, baby!” I smiled, pumping my fist. “Sorry about your lack of luck though, Purple.”
“Don’t call me that.” He said. “That’s what my dad calls us.”
“...Oh. Sorry. I’ll quit it.” I nodded, taking a sip of bubble tea.
“How are you drinking that without ice? That’s absolutely monstrous.” He said, staring at me.
I snorted. “It’s the apocalypse, Donatello. I don’t have the resources for ice- my powers only consist of summoning and controlling water, not freezing it.”
He did a double take. “Wait wait wait, you have powers?”
“Uh…yeah. Why d’you think I’m always at those meetings? I’m the one who supplies the campus water. Thought y’knew that.”
“Oh. I thought you were just the one in charge of filtering the water from the rivers.”
I scoffed. “I’m a Yokai, of course I have powers of some kind…”
“You’re only half. It seemed logical that you wouldn’t.” He shook his head.
“Hm, I’m actually only a quarter. My mom was half, and she was way more powerful…if it weren’t for her collection of mystic scrolls and spells, our lair would be Krang food by now.” (I smiled at the memory of being a kid, digging through her boxes of scrolls…they were always stored by the DVDs and VHSes, which I would also spend hours combing through.)
“I hear a past tense there. Did the Krang get her?” Donatello said, shockingly blunt.
I shook my head. “Nah. She was also half human- she died of cancer three years ago, two and a half years before all…this.” I said, waving out at the empty city beyond the landfill. “My dad died a few years before her in a car accident.”
“Oh.” Donnie said quietly. “Uh…that’s…unfortunate.”
I shrugged. “Yeah well, it’s the past, who cares?” I paused, dropping the flippant tone. “Um…but thank you for listening and not making a big deal of it, and sorry for bringing down the mood.”
He nodded, eyebrows raised in what might have been sympathy.
After a second, he broke the silence. “Um…segue, but do you have any more of those tea packets? I have an ice maker, so I can actually enjoy it unlike some people.”
I grinned, tossing him the instant boba. “Sure. They’re apoca-licious!”
“That’s awful. No wonder Leo likes you (L/N), you’re as bad as he is.”
“Thanks!” I chuckled, digging my sketchbook out of my bag while he fiddled with his tech in silence.
I blew dust off of the blueprints for the lamp I was building, and got to work right where I left off. It was mostly cosmetic stuff, but I was going for full-on steampunk customizations with glowing blue lights at the base as well as gears that could spin- manually, of course, but still.
There was a sound of slurping behind me, and I was made aware of Donatello shamelessly reading over my shoulder.
“You know, if you add a motor….there, you’ll be able to make the gears spin automatically.” He said, tapping the base of the sketch.
“Oh, yeah?” I said, smiling ruefully. “I…don’t actually have any. I’m afraid I don’t know practically anything beyond basic circuitry and stuff. I’m an artist, not an engineer.”
He grinned. “Still! That’s still a lot more than anyone else in our circle- can I help with this?!”
I smiled, slightly taken aback by his sudden enthusiasm, but pleased. “I’d love that!”
“Cool cool cool! This is gonna be fun, this is a cool design. Low tech, obviously, but for someone who is primarily just a visual artist, it’s kind of impressive!” He exclaimed.
“Woah, is that the first nice thing you’ve ever said to me?” I teased.
“What? What about all the nice things I say when you share your art?” He said, narrowing his eyes.
“Those were clearly sarcasm, you ain’t slick.” I grinned, but his eyes stayed irritated.
I sighed, coughing a bit to clear my throat. “Look….I guess I was just wondering why you hate me so much.” I said, not meeting his eyes.
He looked up, raising a drawn-on eyebrow. “I don’t though? I’m actually relatively neutral towards you?”
“Uh….no? You’re always like, hostile when I’m there. Leo even specifically paired us together because he clearly wanted us to start getting along.” I frowned.
“What? No, I was clearly joking?” He said indignantly. “Leo paired us together because you’re good at building things, even if you’re not great at software.” He added the last part under his breath.
“Wait wait wait! So all those compliments from back when we first met…weren’t sarcastic?” I said, eyes wide.
“Of course not! I literally always clarify ‘he said with no sarcasm whatsoever’!” Donnie exclaimed.
“Dude, that just makes you sound more sarcastic!” I laughed, flicking his shoulder lightly. “So this whole time you haven’t had an issue with me?!”
“Well not till you started being a dum-dum for seemingly no reason.” He scoffed.
“...And that would be because I thought you had a problem with me.” I finished, leaning back on the pile of scrap metal. “...This is pretty stupid, huh?”
“...Yeah.” He nodded, offering a half-hearted smile. “It’s actually…nice, weirdly. To know that the only other person at the campus who knows their way around tech doesn’t hate me…and on a more er…personal level…” He looked at the ground. “It’snicetoknowthatyoudon’thateme.”
I smiled.
He coughed. “Oh, that was hard to say out loud.”
“Hm? Oh, aw, shoot, I missed that.” I smirked.
“Scoff. No you didn’t, you’re smiling, you know full well what I said and I’ll never say it again.” He said, crossing his arms.
I grinned. “Well…I’m glad that you don’t hate me too, ‘Tello. Here, let’s start this over again…Uh, hi. I’m (Y/N) (L/N)-”
“What? But I already know you?” Donnie frowned.
I shook my head. “It’s a metaphor.” I said dryly.
“Oh. Cool, clarification. Yaaay.” He said weakly, giving me a thumbs up. “Er, continue.”
“Cool cool. I’m (Y/N) (L/N), brilliant artist, draw-er of blueprints, occasional builder of mechanics, and the base’s resident provider of water. And you are?”
He nodded, starting awkwardly but growing more confident as he went on. “Uh…Hi, hello. I’m Donatello Hamato, sometimes known as Othello Von Ryan, sometimes known as Purple, and you can call me Donnie. I’m a creator of brilliant tech, father to a ridiculous-yet-incredible robot named SHELLDON, and an occasional misser-of-metaphors.
Nice to meet you, (Y/N)....He said without a single semblance of sarcasm.” He narrated. “Sorry, couldn’t resist.” He chuckled.
“Nice to meet ya, Donnie. I’ve got a feeling that we’re gonna create some brilliant things together.” I smiled, holding out my clawed hand.
He smiled back, shaking it with a metal arm that extended from his battle shell. “I think your hypothesis has some merit.”
“Rad.” I grinned, giving the metal arm a fist bump.
“I concur- we gonna be rad.”
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Author's note:
Uh 'sup! This is my first ROTTMNT fic. It's a definite deviation from my usual stuff, but uh...I kinda wanna make more! It's fun writing for new characters, even if I'm still trying to properly work out the characterizations lol
Lemme know if you have any requests, 'cause this was fun :)
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#rottmnt x reader#rottmnt donnie x reader#donatello hamato#rottmnt donnie#rise of the tmnt#rise of the tmnt x reader#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#donatello#donatello x reader#donnie x reader#rise donnie#rise donnie x reader#the junkyard at the end of the world
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Chris Bradford Backstory-Top Dog
It’s a bummer we never got Chris’ backstory. We saw Xever’s and a lot of the other Foot’s but sadly nothing on him. I always wondered who he used to be before becoming the famous Martial Arts star to loyal ninja warrior mutant for the Foot and Shredder. What if he wasn’t always the Top Dog?
What if the episode about Chris wanting his humanity back was expanded, along with Xever and when presented with a chance to become human again like getting a certain ingredient or formula where only one can use it to turn back to human, they fight over who should get the chance.
Xever-It’s all your fault we’re freaks to begin with! You’re the reason I’m stuck in all this!
Chris-I’m sorry, was I the one who made you steal from Master Shredder and got you thrown into prison to be bailed out into working for the Foot!? Cause I’m pretty sure you stuck yourself in that corner! Not me!
Xever-My life was already hard as it was but you practically go out of your way to make it worse and enjoy doing so! For crying out loud I lost my own legs!
Chris-Hey you got new ones! And they can crush stuff way better and you love crushing things! Usually other people’s legs!
Xever-Ugh, I don’t even know why I’m trying to get you to understand my situation, you’d never understand what having it hard is like at all!
Chris-Excuse me?
Xever-Oh don’t act dumb, you don’t need to for that! People like you have had everything handed to them their whole lives! You didn’t have to work to get where you are, from being some pretty rich boy to some rich martial arts movie star and now to Shredder’s lap dog! You’ve made it very clear that all you’ll ever see me as is just some lowly bottom-feeder so can’t you at least let me be human-
Chris-SHUT UP! YOU DONT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ME!
Xever stunned by his reaction.
Chris-You seriously think that I just didn’t have to earn my place into the Foot, to once have earned HIS respect!? You think just a bunch of money and fame got me into here!? In fact it’s the other way around. It’s because of the Foot, I ever became somebody that mattered��flashback
Way back, I grew up as a foster kid, going from new home to home but always end up being returned back. I felt like some weak little runt in the pound, a total underdog. The kind where all the bigger kids would pick on, the kind where teachers thought I was too stupid to be taught anything and as I got older it got worse. Pretty soon, nobody wanted me. The only thing that brought me some comfort where all those cool Martial Art films and shows. The heroes looked so cool fighting all those bad guys and getting through any kind of obstacle and everyone else thought so too. I wanted to be just like that! To be the seen the way everyone else saw them, to be respected, to be adored…to be loved. And I thought it would only ever be just some silly dream until…I met him.
Xever-Shredder?
Chris- At that time, he was looking for new potential recruits and I got lucky enough for him to check for fosters like me who were starting to get too old for most to consider fostering. He was the first person who ever looked at me and not just pass by me like everyone else would, like he saw something in me that no one, including me could see at the time, I felt…hopeful. So when he asked if I was open to become one of his new students, I took the offer and never looked back. I did everything I could to show Shredder he wouldn’t regret giving me a shot! I endured everything he put me through, sometimes I wonder how I even survived but I did! And I used what he taught me to finally show the rest of the world what Chris Bradford could do and become the same kind of hero I watched on tv, some other little kid like me could look up to! I was finally the top dog!
Xever-Wow. Guess you really did earn your place at the top.
Chris-I did, but now? I’m a giant hideous mutant dog man, I’m constantly beaten by teenage turtle mutants and worst of all Shredder’s pretty much lost all care for me and it’s only a matter of time Karai kicks me to the curb to be just a nobody again! And to top it all off, I’m forced to work with some guy, 10 years younger than me who got where I had to go through so much more to be, by attempting to steal from my Master! Being Chris Bradford’s all I really have left at this point and I know that windows closing soon enough, in show business! YOU know how to survive on your own without needing conditional love. I don’t!…I can’t💔
Xever-…
What do u think? I’d love to know💖
#tmnt 2012#tmnt 2012 foot clan#tmnt Chris bradford#Chris bradford#xever#xever montes#Tmnt fishface#fishface#Tmnt 2k12#Dogpound#tmnt rahzar#rahzar
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hello i would like to hear about your silly guys , uhhh. whoever you've got on your mind right now :3
UGH AHH SORY I DIDN'T GET TO THIS ASK RIGHT AWAY I WANTED TO DO ART FOR IT AND TRIED SOMETHING BUT I CAN'T CAUSE MY DRAWING PAD IS BROKEN!!
All that to say!! Thank you for the ask!! I will write a long ass rant below the cut!!
So the main OC on my mind lately has been Pinwheel from 'The Smile Hotel' an original storey of mine (rest in peace old smile hotel blog I will miss you)
He's a silly goober for sure.
Some notes on his design and overall character because thats whats been in my head lately :333
he is an ASSHOLE!! AN ASSHOLE!!! But I love using deceiving shape language in designs, circle characters are generally warm and genuine, while pinwheel is quite the oppisite
He's gone through a couple of retcons, but this design is the one I'm most happy with at the moment, the full length cloak is too hard to work around
His eyes can emote like- a cartoonish amount, like being shapes such as starts or $'s when the situation calls for it
Removing the mouth from this design as it adds too much conflict for the vibe i'm going for with them
He's a ginger cat with some darker spots
Need to mess around with colours a bit to get the finished design
the poncho he is wearing does cover his head, and it is definitely not pretty underneath
He is the same species of creature as one of my other oc's 'bingle' who I made the below GIF of
Bingle is the species form in like, the 'baby' form which looks like a regular cat until it doesn't,
He has the garfeild thing where you never know if he's talking or thinking but you can hear him and you can't make him go away
Got the liqiud cat biology and can squeeze and fit into impossible spaces, as long as he wants to
Augh thats a lot of writing!! Thank you for reading!!
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my twilight princess journey: enemies to lovers apparently
A few days ago I beat the legend of zelda: twilight princess for the first time ever!! and man...... i am not okay (positive)
I've always been a HUGE zelda fan, ever since I was a little kid. i literally can't remember a time I didn't have zelda in my life. so much i used to spend all day long playing majora's mask with my older sibling and i remember how i knew there were other zelda games but i thought all of them would look like oot/mm... and then twilight princess was announced. and i thought that was the most beautiful game I had ever seen. i fell in love with midna and i thought link was just so handsome and cool... unfortunately i never owned a gamecube and apparently my sibling was not really interested in twilight princess, so... time went by and i never had the chance to play it.
and then, back in 2012, 10 years late, 14 year old me heard of the wind waker for the first time. i immediately fell in love with the art and i HAD to play that game. i owned a Wii at the time and i remember feeling disappointed realizing WW was for the gamecube but then FEELING EXCITED REALIZING THE WII COULD PLAY GAMECUBE GAMES. i fought really hard to be able to play the wind waker. and i did!!! i played it way too much probably. i always say it's at least my top 2 zelda. sometimes even top 1, only losing to majora's mask.
and twilight princess remained unnoticed........ until I noticed it... negatively
back in the day people used to hate a lot on the wind waker because of the graphics and art style. and what they would compare it to to say the graphics sucked?? twilight princess. "TP good dark mature awesome!!! WW bad stupid kiddy game!!" UGH i was outraged. i had to stand up for my favorite game!!! before i even noticed, i already hated twilight princess.
i had some (bad) reasons like being under the impression that TP was trying way too hard to be dark and gritty and realistic and that it took itself so seriously it made it look stupid. and i would compare it to majora's mask's effortlessness in creating a depressing but beautiful atmosphere without having to be visually dark. "TP wants to be MM soooo bad it's embarrassing hihihi!!!" oh shut up you never played it, weirdo!!!!
anyways, fast forward to may 2023. nintendo releases tears of the kingdom and with it apparently the end of the old zelda format. i was so devastated and sad... ever since botw, i was hoping for a new old-fashioned zelda game; and now it would never come... but still i was longing to play a zelda game. i wanted to GET THROUGH DUNGEONS, SOLVE PUZZLES, DO COOL SIDEQUESTS FOR FUNNY CHARACTERS!!! but i didn't want to play the ones I had already played again... i wanted something new... but what!!!
i looked at twilight princess, twilight princess looked at me.... i thought "welp... i guess I wouldn't be able to run from you forever". and off i went to hyrule... or rather, to ordon village
at first I was sincerely shocked by how much TP felt like the wind waker. same engine, similar combat (but greatly improved), same sound effects, the yellow rupee... i was jokingly saying it was the wind waker's evil twin lmao
when i got to the first dungeon, it finally hit me: through all these years, what the FUCK did I think twilight princess was gonna be other than... *SHOCK*... A NORMAL ZELDA GAME?????
A VERY GOOD ZELDA GAME???? T-THE BEST ONE????
remember all that talk about trying way too hard to be dark and gritty?? dude. what the fuck. this game is fucking adorable. midna is SO cool in a sweet way, the songs are great and honestly this is my favorite link ever. i always looked at him being marketed as a MANLY MAN THE MOST AGGRESSIVE REALISTIC LINK GGRRRR LOOK AT HOW DEEP HIS VOICE IS!!!! reality: he is the cutest link. literally the cutest most adorable link. bless him forever. i want to hug him so bad............. i am going to pass out (positive)
also midna and zelda. they are dating.
so yeah, there i was having an absolute blast with this game. it has the best dungeons I've ever seen. (except for lakebed temple. i hate lakebed temple. good thing arbiter's grounds is the best dungeon in the entire franchise.)
anyways I got to temple of time and then my PC fucking gave up and i had to go get it fixed; i lost all my progress and cried myself to sleep but then i pulled myself together and went through it all over again. and i would do it again. because i love this game. i finally beat it 5 days ago and i can't stop thinking about it. might just as well start another run honestly
twilight princess has now surpassed most zelda games I've played and is comfortably sitting under majora's mask and the wind waker as my 3rd favorite zelda game. but there is a twist: i haven't played MM and WW in years and i kinda needed to play them again just to confirm or change my ranking. the problem is that i just don't feel like playing them. 'cause i just want to play twilight princess!!!
so yeah, with a new personal record of 17 years of delay, it still feels kinda weird to say that twilight princess might just be my favorite zelda game ever. 🙏
that's it bye
#the legend of zelda#tloz#twilight princess#zelda#zelda tp#zelda twilight princess#long post#video games#legend of zelda midna#midna#midna x zelda#link
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OC Summary
Woo look i'm finally making an oc intro post on here! This is def non exhaustive and a lot of these guys are old/inactive, but i tried to include the ones that are the most likely to come up xdd Might add more in the future, but this is them for now :]
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first of, some og kiddos! most of these originated in rpg/growing species groups on dA but are just unaligned ocs now
Dawn
the only exception to the above statement xd She's my avatar/mascot, essentially! There isn't much else to her honestly. Fun fact about her name origin though: My warriors.. sona, i guess? was called Morgenröte, or Dawnlight when i used her in english contexts, so Dawn's name is a callback to that c: I also considered naming her Morgan as a reference to "Morgen"
Kiran
Used to be a very spunky kid before Trauma TM happened and depression beat her ass. She's been getting better though! Used to be best friends with Lacrima but they've since grown apart. Loves animals and started working on Sam's farm partime.
Lacrima
Smart, self-sufficient, maybe a liiittle fucked up by when she god hellbent on vengeance oops. Lost her closeness with a bunch of her childhood friends during that time. Still a bit all over the place but has found she enjoys administrative work.
Noé
Local theatre kid, and a freelance artist. Which art? That changes with the wind. He has trouble committing to things but that's because so many things in this world are interesting!
Sam
Bit softie with abandonment issues. Loves his family and LARPing and his asshole horse named Sir Samuel II. Works on his farm full time but tries making as much time for his friends and family as possible. Childhood friends with Tumble.
Tumbleweed
A gentle giant who practically lives in the water. Life motto: motto: can't be disappointed by life if you don't expect anything! Works as a life guard and swim instructor. Childhood friends with Sam
Quentin
The swetest potato, but has trouble making friends. A casual but enthusiastic collector with a love for tinkering! Has a workshop together with Flora where he does repair work on mostly on non-mechanical things
Flora
Timid, but inquisitive and creative. Original founder of her now shared workshop which started as a mech repair shop and now entails "anything we can fix!"
Desertblaze
One of my oldest ocs! She's been (re)used a bunch and has been through some shit but always managed to keep finding beauty and love in life. She is. Very near and dear to my heart <3
Nightscar
Tbh i have not used him in a hot minute but i wanted to include him cos he's pretty u.u Also a very old oc; his og name was Schattenjäger (shadowhunter) lol. The first version of him drowned though rip.
Stormyrain
Another fave :] Spunky and full of wanderlust. Her cat version has been inactive for a long time but i love reusing iterations of her cos she is fun and i love her.
Kokosamu
Smug little shit who is equipped with an ego that is way too big for his tiny body. Despite this he is not as bad as he seems! Mostly. He does mean well.
Styrnlona
Big arms, big heart, big hopes. Grew up in a family of fishers and hopes to win lots of money at the coliseum for her family. Turns out that is Really Hard though.
Mikh'a
Is here to avoid responsibilities out of boredom and because adventurers get paid well, right? Well wouldn'tcha know, adventuring is dangerous! oops.
Ulhar
(Ex-)entertainer, professional bullshitter, and apparently a hero now? Ugh. Really just wants to get rid of the worm in her brain, please. Would love to say she doesn't care about anything but unfortunately for her she cares A Lot.
Jamie
The Cooler Sister, bestie of Cove, aspiring marine biologist. If you see me call her Stormy, it's because she is an iteration of Stormyrain xd
#short summaries are short but better than nothing! xd#maybe i'll add brief profile later#my ocs#my art#oc: dawn#oc: kiran#oc: lacrima#oc: quentin#oc: flora#oc: sam#oc: tumbleweed#oc: noé#oc: desertblaze#oc: stormyrain#oc: ulhar#oc: jamie#oc: koko#oc: styrnlona#oc: mikh'a#... i think that was all of them? xd
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Heyo! May I request a scenario where reader and chaewon (lesserafim) were best friends since childhood but reader had to move away. They met again, when they both became idols and they started to talk again and start to date privately!
Dreams Kim Chaewon x Fem Reader
TW// mention of blood
First day of Kindergarten
On your first day of kindergarten you walked into the colorful classroom looking for a place to sit after hanging up your backpack next to a bright blue Hello Kitty themed bag. You looked at the name tag on the bag attempting to read the messy handwriting. “Kim Ch-Chaewon?” you stuttered out.
“Das my bookbag” a small voice mumbled from behind you. You turned around seeing a short girl who looked to be about 3 years old but was really 6 just like you. She had big brown eyes and jet black hair that stopped at her mid back with bangs. “Hewwo my name is Kim Chaewon, whats your name?” she asked shyly. Her eyes never met yours but stayed planted on your shoes which were a sparkly yellow that also had a Sanrio character stitched onto them.
“Hi Chaewonie, my name is L/N, F/N. I really like your bookbag. Do you wanna be my friend?” Chaewon was shocked by your sudden question, a wide smile pulling at her chubby cheeks.
“Really!!? Of course! I’ve never had a friend before!” She jumped up and down excitedly before clinging to your arm.
5th Grade
You looked over at your best friend who sat beside you in the hallway, holding her book-bag over her head just like you. You saw as the teacher smacked her hand when she attempted to lower her arms just for a second. “Ugh my arms are gonna break, seonsaengnim~” Chaewon whined her face was red from the actions but you still couldnt help but smile at her cute pout.
You and Chaewon were late to class because you two were rehearsing for your talent show duet you were doing together. You both dreamed of becoming idols together and winning global awards together. But right now all you two were accomplishing was the world record for how long a student could hold their backpack over their heads without crying. Although Chaewon failed, as tears streamed down her reddened cheeks.
10th grade
Chaewon started going to school at Hanlim performing arts school leaving you alone at school because she was able to become a trainee. Deep down your heart was aching, not only because you didn’t see your best friend often but because you had a hard time finding auditions and even passing the first one. You practiced hard day and night on top of studying until you got nose bleeds, becoming top student of your class.
Randomly when you were walking home from class one evening you saw a tall man in a business casual suit following behind you closely causing your heart to start racing and you started walking faster before bolting through the steep alleyway. “yah! slow down!” the man shouted eventually catching up to you when you fell, scrapping your exposed knees.
You were already frustrated with everything on your mind and not hearing from your best friend for a while, that you falling was really your last straw causing you to break down. “Oh! oh my are you alright? I didn’t mean to startle you” The man held out his hand offering help. You took his offer, standing up and brushing yourself off before you wiped your tears away with a sniffle. “Who are you?” You sniffled.
“Im a talent scouter. I work for JYP, you seem like idol material but from that fall I think you’d make a great actress as well.” the man laughed but you didn’t smile not once.
12th grade
When you heard about Chaewon’s debut in IZone you were practicing for your dance evaluation when Ryujin came up to you showing you her phone screen. “The year of the 4th gen girl groups are beginning!!!” she squealed excitedly. As you skimmed the group image of the 12 girls a certain red haired beauty caught your eye. Chaewon was stunning.
Later that night, as you were watching youtube you suddenly got a FaceTime notification and saw the name ‘Kim Chaewon’ pop up on your screen. You’ve never hit ‘join’ so fast in your life, smiling widely when Chaewon’s beautiful face popped up on the screen.
“Chaewonie!! I miss you so much! Congratulations unnie!! You look so beautiful in your debut photos.” You cheered through the phone.
“Aww I love you so much” Chaewon poked out her bottom lip giving you her signature pout that you received since the first day of Kindergarten. “It was just like yesterday when we were sitting in the hallway for several class periods holding our bags above our head” she brought up the memory, causing the two of you to burst out in fits of laughter. You two were awake until 2am retelling old memories and laughing away eventually falling asleep on the phone together like old times.
Present
It was the end of the year award shows, all of the kpop groups gathering together, performing and presenting awards. You had debuted under JYP after 3 years of training in the group ITZY, and Izone had a heartbreaking disbandment going their own ways, but some members like Chaewon and Sakura stayed together and debuted under HYBE as LeSserafim.
Being that you and Chaewon had a little more freedom now you guys would always spend time together nearly every time you could. One night Chaewon had confessed her feelings for you afraid that you wouldn’t feel the same way for her but ended up kissing her as your response. This began your private relationship not wanting anyone to know at all being as it could lead to a scandal and trouble for the both of you. But being since you’ve both been glued to the hip since your first day of school and even released childhood photos of the both of you, you both were certain no one would suspect a thing. And didn’t.
People would always ship you, and others would say you’re like siblings. As you and Chaewon were both relaxing in Chaewon’s room talking about random stuff you just took a moment to stop and admire her beauty. “Remember when we had dreamed of becoming idols together and winning awards?” You said suddenly. She nodded her head in response. “Can we add getting married and living happily together as well?” you whispered as you played with her shirt.
You shyly looked up at her the way she did when you two first met. “Yes we can” Chaewon caressed your cheek gently before lifting your chin to give her a kiss.
#kpop gg#kpop scenarios#le sserafim#kim chaewon x reader#kim chaewon fluff#kim chaewon#lesserafim fluff#le sserafim scenarios#le sserafim chaewon x fem reader#le sserafim chaewon#itzy 6th member
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so yeah t..this just happen to drop on the feed of ppg on twitter - pretty sure some of you saw it earlier then me, yet i still wanted to share it to you all on here as well :D i have soo much to comment down here;
i love the first animation it's gorgeously appealing to look at, the second animation of them being cut out drawn version is cute too, i adore very much that they kept their designs just spiced it up a bit in a cuter fashion, the next animations tho...i don't like the muscle one; it reminds me of the reboot..ugh made me cringe very hard that it really wasn't good idea to add that there, and the finale one that i didn't like as well was the ghost one..yeahhhh i get it it's supposed to be spoopy buut i am not into it much not stating that i didn't like the 8bit art style nahh i love it but i just - i would've love to see them as not skeleton but rather something else. what else? i loved the 80's vibe art style it was cute, the bouncy old cartoon organic was great to look at and the finale one with them being all mojo jojo evil was such a reference to hard core bubbles episode haha :D. cute but wacky.
now, after looking through the comment section of the post itself i found out that it's a commercial - that's it...which begs to make people think, or come up with theorize that maybe, just maybe,, cn may bring the girls back again..but in a different tone and they just wanna wait correctly to see how the public would react to the design there displaying here. - i now the other ones are popping in indicating that it's just a commercial but the base one is the one that just stands out makes it apparent of it being that style , ya know? so...if my assumption of them possibly wanting to re-do the trashy reboot and not reboot them but rather bring the girls back organically then that would be wonderful to see, however, i have doubts of CN doing the right thing..seen there twitter account and i highly doubt it..but one can hope they may re-bring them from the dead lol.
finally someone mentioned that they maybe going based off the powerpuff world..i have 0 knowledge on this information so if anybody can please just discusses about it - would be nice to know.
#the powerpuff girls#ppg#bubbles#blossom#buttercup#cartoonetwork#commercial#thoughts#theory#ppg comeback#question#topic#ppg commercial#new#news#powerpuff world#hmm#animation#video#art style#artist#art#illustration
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Ugh I feel awful for not having motivation to draw recently but I guess (even though this is old art) it could be a jumping point into introducing the Connor and what fear he becomes an avatar for in the Magnus archives au ! I’ll make better reference of him… eventually.
Connor is an avatar of the Lonely.
More under the cut
As the name suggests, this is the manifestation of fear of isolation, being cut off and alone, and being disconnected. It typically manifests in the form of fog, faceless crowds, ships and travel. This Fear in particular can latch onto someone being tormented by another Entity (the buried, the spiral, etc), and Connor likely had multiple brushes with the Lonely before becoming an avatar fully.
The Lonely (to me) feels pretty applicable to Connor, since it’s hard to find allies and throughout the course of his game he feels more and more disconnected from his family back at the village (what I feel is one of his biggest fears, both in canon and for this au), and by the end… well, he lost it. When everyone had moved without him, and he realized it’s too late, a huge part of him dies with it, and finally lets the Lonely take him.
He still has the homestead, and cares for them (and protects the homestead itself through a nearly impenetrable mist), but he’s all but a ghost for a while. The Davenport Homestead becomes his domain, and it’s impossible to locate on a map— coordinates don’t make sense, it’s wiped out completely on paper, unwelcome visitors either find themselves wandering through misty woods for days and wind around and around (hostiles tend to get lost and killed off quite quickly)… supernatural shit. (Not quite canon to the Magnus Archives, but I like picturing him with ‘cold’ motifs. Frost on his robes and gear, the temperature around him dropping, frosbite on his fingers… things like that)
I don’t like ultimate downer endings for Connor, considering his message of hope and perseverance, but I can’t imagine him not experiencing some of his lowest low points when losing things he had fought and sacrificed so much to protect.
This is pretty divergent from what I know of canon lore I think, but I like to imagine Connor healing and being able to break away from the Lonely. It’s scary, and he grows weak when he doesn’t ‘feed’ the entity enough through his own isolation and misery, but it’s love for his people and the homestead and hope that things will be made right that keeps him strong and gives him strength, despite all the losses he had to endure from such a young age. Though the Homesteaders don’t quite know what’s going on with him and this whole other world with these entities, they love Connor and miss him in a sense. He couldn’t let his fear hold him back from protecting those he has in the immediate present. This new sense of love and purpose makes it hard for the Lonely to stick to him and finds him unsustainable, so maybe it finally tries to look for other candidates.
As in assassin’s creed’s canon, Connor indeed lives a long, happy life with a loving family. The tendrils of grief and how alone he felt when he had lost so much can loom around him, but he finds peace and fulfillment, and is probably one of the very few characters in this au that have successfully separated from their entity.
I know this kinda,, idk I don’t feel quite satisfied with this and I know it’s pretty lore divergent from TMA since idk if avatars can break from the Fears without facing extreme trouble, but I can’t help trying to give Connor a happy ending in an au based off a horror podcast lmao
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"Wha- what's happening?"
Cold sweat trickled down Ian's temples. He stood in the Smosh office but the lights were somehow off.
"I'm sorry, Ian," Courtney said with an apologetic half-smile. "But we had to do it to ya."
"You're not..." Shayne began, "welcome, anymore."
Jacky waived at Ian silently, but her smile was spiteful.
"You're fired from Smosh!" Damian spat.
They all stood there in the dark.
"Where's Anthony?" Ian cried out, desperate for an answer to this madness.
A terrible laughter filled the room. Starting softly but cackling, thundering louder and louder.
All Smosh cast and crew stepped aside to reveal him, standing there, dressed in all black. Anthony. His slender yet strong figure, his jewelry shimmering in the little light there was, and his eyes too.. Anthony looked maniacly at Ian, as he laughed. His perfect curls shaking from the laughter and falling over his face.
Anthony slowly walked up to Ian. Closer and closer. He'd stopped laughing now. Noses almost touching, Anthony said with an evil grin: "the old SWITCHEROO!" And he pushed Ian really hard. Ian felt himself falling, falling, falling...
He woke up.
"Wow, that sure was something," he chuckled to himself. Sure, Ian still had some issues to talk about in therapy. But he'd rather this nightmare scenario played out than talk to a therapist who was a Disney adult, ugh! Luckily, he had a normal one now.
He took a short shower and put on a black sweater and blue jeans. He felt fly as fuck; watching two and a half youtube tutorials on dressing fashionably had really propelled his style to the next level. And with his golden glasses, he saw every minute detail of himself in the mirror. He was really feeling himself today.
He went to the garage and got into his classic Corvette C4 and drove up to Anthony's house. Anthony greeted him at the gate, and as soon as Ian got out of the car, Anthony gave him a hug.
"Thank you for coming, wow you look really good!"
"Thanks, I have got my mojo back, baby," Ian joked.
"Oh, behave!" Anthony joked back and laughed. It was a sunny Californian morning but Anthony's laughter made it that much brighter.
Ian had come to Anthony's today to hang out.
"By the way, it's absolutely okay that you won't come to the office to film tomorrow," Ian said. They had decided at the beginning of their renewed business relationship that Anthony participating in the side channels would be completely optional, but Ian wanted him to feel zero pressure to show up anyway.
"Thank you," Anthony smiled, "I just really want to hang out with you as much as possible this week, but not necessarily with other people present as well."
Ian understood that. They had been reveling so much in the humor they shared, but it was like a language of their own and didn't always translate well to the other people at Smosh. But they were perfectly happy in their own little world.
They got into Anthony's house, which was very clean and clear. Only a few pieces of dark wood furniture, a couch, and some art pieces decorated the living room. The rest was all white. They sat down on the couch and talked.
"You know I had a weird ass dream tonight," Ian said.
Anthony loved when Ian told him personal stuff that he didn't know yet . He sat up, turned to Ian and looked at him with those mischievous eyes Ian had known and loved since sixth grade. "Tell me dude! What was it about?
"Well," Ian began but he had to laugh. Anthony laughed with him.
"What?"
"I dreamed that you fired me from Smosh, and everyone just stood there dissing me, it was dark and then you appeared, and you screamed "the old SWITCHEROO." Ian laughed, and Anthony lay in absolute stitches.
When he'd recovered from laughing so much, he said "you know you can't get fired from Smosh, right. You're the co-owner dude."
"I know," Ian said, smiling. "Apparently I still have some things to work through in my mind.
"Yeah, me too. But that's okay. I'm glad we can talk about it with each other."
"I am, too."
#ianthony#this idea was so funny to me i had to write it#smosh#fanfiction#would they have smoked weed after this idk probably tho
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personal mphfpc recap since i finally finished reading all the books
spoilers for the entire mphfpc series ahead. this will mostly be me talking about the book's imperfections, because when i love a piece of media, i also love criticizing it to its core
so, i first read the books 1-4 in 2020 and i was SO obsessed!!?? i wasn't really into social media and fandom culture back then, so i didn't really have anyone to talk to about mphfpc and i remember being very sad about that. i also remember trying to make fanart of the characters, but i REALLY sucked at art back then and to this day i find old mphfpc drawings and cringe at them. maybe it's time to redraw some of those...
anyways, i read the fifth book when it first came out in germany and i kind of hated it lol. i was really rushing through it, because i couldn't wait for the fugh reunion. so i kind of missed out on the whole plot because i only cared about fiona and hugh.
basically, i recently finished rereading the books, because nostalgia or whatever and i'm kind of obsessed again. so...i'm just dumping some thoughts on the whole series here because on tumblr i can actually find ppl with mutual interests.
first of all there's literally SO MANY inconsistencies and plotholes?? what the actual fuck ransom riggs. idk how much of this is prevalent in the og books, because i mainly read the german translations, but sometimes riggs just forgets who hugh is i guess?? he mixes up his and horace's peculiarities once and at some point he is referred to as howard. who the fuck is howard. these are literally the most easiest mistakes to fix. does he not have an editor?
i'm not even gonna talk about the movie. i have a whole seperate post for it
it sometimes bothers me how only certain characters seem to serve a purpose. in every novel emma, enoch, millard and bronwyn are clearly the focus (besides jacob) despite the fact that the other characters are equally interesting and likeable. hugh, horace, claire, olive and obviously fiona are just NOT THERE for like the entirety of AMOD. are you kidding me
the entire second trilogy...is kind of a cashgrab. of course i'm happy we got more books and i liked them, but it's kind of obvious that the author simply had some pictures left and saw an opportunity to make some more profit out of them. that's not bad, but these books weren't necessary for the overall storyline.
the thing with the prophecy in DODA...the entire book was dedicated to finding the other lighteaters, but they don't really do anything in the end?? i kinda get why noor has to be the *main character*, but why introduce julius and sebbie when everything could have played out the same way without them?
julius and horace...is it really that hard to age julius down? it would've made that a lot less creepy. there is literally no reason for julius to so much older than horace. not sure if this could be considered queerbaiting, since i don't know a lot about that topic. would be grateful if anyone elaborated more on that.
hugh and fiona are still my favorite thing about these books THEY ARE PERFECT IN EVERY WAY AND DESERVED SO MANY MORE SCENES UGH. i don't need another jemma kiss i need FUGH. there is just so much potential and plus, we never really get to learn about their backstories?? like we know that they're from the 1840s, so how did they get into a loop a century later?
how was fiona able to *whisper* to hugh in DODA, she literally had her tongue cut out, hello?
so many characters with lots of potential either die or just disappear. lilly, sam, althea, peter-and-joel...ring any bells??
why is horatio kinda
ok i'm sorry
the photos are so funny sometimes, because at times there will be a photo of, say, emma and in the next book there will be another picture of her and she just looks like a different person. because,obviously, that's a photo of a different person. but apparently, ransom thinks we're too dumb to notice that.
i would just love it if there'd be storylines that focused on each character individually, because again, WASTED POTENTIAL
ricky deserved to have a comeback, i feel like this is general fandom consensus
introducing v, just to kill her off? idk man
despite all of these criticisms i just made, i fucking cherish these books
since pjo gets a new awesome reboot i think we deserve one too
i also wish the fandom was bigger but maybe it's a good thing that it's kind of niche. i don't know.
uhh i guess that was my not-so-little rant and yeah...enjoy this post i guess
#mphfpc#miss peregrine's home for peculiar children#miss peregrine book#mphfpc meta#thoughts#long post
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Are there any ships you hate more than the Love Square?
Oh dearest anon..... No actually!
Long post ahead!
The funniest thing in the world is...I honestly don't hate that many ships. It usually narrows down to otps, ships I like/support, ships I can get behind, and ships I am not fond of.
There are a few ships I dislike but just a few.
The loaf square however...Oh my gosh! No other ship makes me see so much red!
Like I hate the LS so much it actually made me hate other ships less...
I used to hate the Sora and Kairi ship from Kingdom Hearts but now I don't mind it...I even think it's cute at times and I reblog some of the fanart...Well ok, I wouldn't want to sit through the Sora/Kairi fanservice in Kingdom Hearts 3 and how in Chain of Memories it was constantly drilled in our heads that Kairi is the most important person to Sora (when I am being shown that the most important person to Sora is Riku)
But still...Not as bad as that one ship that shall not be named!
I used to hate the Sonic and Amy relationship in the Sonic the Hedgehog series, but I don't mind it anymore...I still ship Sonic and Amy with other characters, but I don't mind the ship and can read some fanfiction and look at fan art sometimes. And the Sonic and Amy ship actually got better with the writers fixing old problems and I am ok with it.
Well ok...If you guys seen my Tumblr you know I don't like Zvtara...But I am at least more chill about that ship because it's not canon like the L/S...I still think Zvtara is incredibly overrated, and I am sick of seeing it everywhere, but I can at least tolerate it (...For the most part ugh...).
But honestly...I have every right to hate the square. Especially considering the fact that now, Adrien is an emotional unstable white boy who is actually a sentimonster and Marinette must be the submissive Asian wife and baby him or else we will get another apocalypse similar to the one in Chat Blanc.
It's forced as all hell, the constant chorus of "theyaremadeforeachothertheyaremadeforeachother!", and I am not sure why people use the "I would choose you in a million timelines!" for them. Adrien and Marinette didn't choose each other! The world of Miraculous is stupid and thought these two looked cute together and shoved them together.
I won't even say I Iike one side more than the other. I hate all of them and that includes M*riCh*t. Why would I? I was not phased by those scenes especially since the Miraculous bible confirmed Marinette only forced herself to like Chat. It was fucking Stockholm syndrome and Astruc just made that as fanservice to keep the fandom around. I started writing Vipernette and I blorboed so hard over that ship, so much better than M////C.
Even now with that shitty finale I still say Lukanette and Adrigami would've made much better endgame ships, I miss them...But I am happy neither ship was ruined by the canon because every canon Miraculous ship sucks! But still, Luka and Kagami brought out the best in Marinette and Adrien and yet I got to see Marinette and Adrien become the worst versions of themselves.
And the biggest part is...What really clinches the LS as my most hated ship, ever! Is that I really don't care anymore that there are plenty of better written fanon versions of the ship. I. Just. Do. Not. Care! In the slightest!
This ship pisses me off so much that if I could never see this ship again, I would die happy.
It doesn't matter to me that people can write this ship better because at its very core, this ship is a misogynistic Asian fetishization ship and that gets me at a very personal level because I have dealt with Asian fetishization, and I am half Asian and half White like Marinette and the so-called representation in Miraculous was such a massive let down for someone like me.
At its very core...This is Astruc and Zag's gross romantic fantasy and no amount of fanon versions can change that to me.
Like it does not matter. The LS was always a bad ship, even in season 1. Every version and every side, it does not phase me at all, and as far as I am concerned season 5 only made the LS worse!
The day I become phased by any loaf square crap is the day Hell freezes over.
Thanks for asking. ^-^
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