#maybe the fact it took like 5 seconds of 1 character to get me to watch it should've been a sign it was going to be significant
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im so unwell about q!pac no its not even funny anymore i need to put him in a terrarium up on a shelf and keep him safe up there. he doesn't deserve any bad thing, ever. i don't even care about "having a good story" or "giving your character a conflict" anymore, nah, no, if ONE (1) MORE BAD THING HAPPENS TO HIM IM GONNA LOSE IT!! IM GONNA START BREAKING THINGS!!!
he's so. sad. hes such a sad character. his insecurities about being useless to everyone are so real and so painful because he's not, all of us know that he's not, but we also completely understand why he feels that way because he's had everyone he loves ripped away from him and he hasn't been able to lift a finger to stop any of it. he's just left to sit in the ruins without any help. he's collateral to all the tragedy surrounding him and the favela 5 in general and he's. tired. not in the way that cellbit is tired (though that works, too). he's exhausted of feeling sad all the time. of crying all the time. of feeling that loneliness that gnaws holes into his bones and settles in the marrow and never leaves, not when richas' bed is empty, not when mike's bedroom has started to collect dust, not when he can't see a real, tangible presence in forever's dilated eyes. the only person he has is cellbit, and he could never ask cellbit to give up what he still has when pac has nothing to lose (and god, how selfless, how kind is that?), so when he figures the only way to get an antidote to the drug is to have the drug itself, why wouldn't he offer himself up? and if that wasn't the only reason he tried to get his hands on it, who could blame him?
maybe he took it first to just feel the effects and understand the angle it took in affecting his mind. maybe he just took it for research. do you think he had slipped by the second time? do you think he took it once and, for a short thirty minutes, found that he could forget about all the sorrow lining his lungs and breathe? do you think reality crashed back onto him after that first try? do you think he was scrambling to take it again, to go back to that...maybe it wasn't blissful ignorance, per se, but willful disregard? do you think he couldn't wait to be submerged so deep that he couldn't think one more time? do you think he was hesitant? do you think he kept promising himself, one more, one more, one more...
god he is so. so sad. i was watching phil's pov, so everything was like a neat little movie for me, and just. cellbit and forever arguing while pac was just sobbing in the background was AWFUL. just. awful. it hurt. (cc!pac was damn good at acting, too, and that DID NOT HELP.) the moment he stepped on the trap i felt like i was hit with a brick. like no, of COURSE we should NOT be putting PAC in a CONFINED JAIL CELL. ALONE. and i know it was for his own good but i still felt so so so sick. the way he immediately curled up in the corner. the way he was crying to himself. the way he instantly answered richas' birthday the moment bad asked for it. the way he got visibly more upset and terrified when cellbit started shouting at forever. what the hell. no seriously what the HELL.
and, like, oh my god, making him the one to solve the antidote? proving that even though he may have fallen to the drug (the drug which was basically created by GODS, by the way, lets be real, the federation is nawt normal), he's still so useful. he's still such an asset. he's smart and he's kind and he's charismatic and he's trusting and he's so so selfless and so so brave and so strong. tubbo put it perfectly. the fact that he's gone through all the horrible awful stuff he's gone through and he's still standing just proves how capable he is. how tough he is. cellbit calling him "my dear." pointing out the fact that he sacrificed himself without knowing he was going to come back. "i'm only afraid of being sad again." "you will be sad again. but you won't be alone." he's so. he's just. he's. im frothing at the mouth. he gave himself up to save the rest of the island from this plague that took one of his best friends and might've taken the entire island if he didn't do anything. under that stress. experiencing that level of loss.
pac is one of the toughest goddamn people on the island and if anyone on that server even dares try to imply otherwise i will do heinous heinous things, mark my WORDS.
#writing a post about q!pac isn't enough i need to inject his character directly into my bloodstream (risus-core)#pactw#pac tazercraft#qsmp#qsmp spoilers#cellbit#qsmp richarlyson#forever#mikethelink#mike tazercraft#god he makes me insane#myyyy baby myy baby#you're my baby say it to me#myyyyy baby mmyyyy baaaaabyyy#tell your baby that iiiim youuur baaaabyyy#iiiiii bet on looosinggg doggsss <- going insane#its him he's the losing dog#drug abuse
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I'm curious if you have any thoughts on what Ben Paul would look like if he was alive years after S1 of TWDG :> I honestly prefer to imagine both him & Kenny going off on their own adventures after S1, because Idk if I'd've had Kenny as part of S2, it felt like when he returned it became less Clem's story & more his. That might be controversial among fans but it's how I feel :s I like to imagine Ben, Kenny & Sarita forming their own little family in fact <3
I'd expect Ben would end up with shaggier hair after a while but I wouldn't mind knowing what he'd look like with short, spiked up hair ;>
IM SORRY BOTH THE ASK AND DRAWING ARE OLD- but I came across the sketch I had eugeugeh. I do not have many headcanons but behind the cut is just a rant about. Kenny mostly. Too much should I warn? But yah I'm sorry it took me like 5 months lol
The only headcanon (regarding Ben's appearance) is that he'd keep his school jacket for as long as possible. Until it thorns apart. Or until he dies.
I'm big fan of Ben lives possibility btw I've gotta draw sum about that sometime (I say, about every twdg character i like,)
And dude, do I agree about Kenny. Man doesn't belong in season 2. The character they made him to be in the second season is not Kenny, it's just a nostalgia element. Don't get me wrong, I love the guy, I'm biased as hell, I break that hug choice every time. But it made the character development in the first season just.... pointless. "For some reason, I saved that piece of shit Ben", man, that quote just disappoints me. Kenny lost everything. Father and husband of none no more, which was pretty much the arc of Kenny on the first season?? I think? . Everything he loved and he had he lost, and he killed the person responsible for it. But not as revenge, he killed a kid out of mercy. He saved the boy from suffering a painful death, and that was forgiveness, to the reason he hadn't any. He took a decision he would be fully responsible of, when it was time for him to go. And he was perfect.
Hell, if he had appeared during season 2, I do prefer the Kenny as Carver idea. Clementine wasn't even that close to Kenny in the past, the player was, so even then it feels... off, off to be forced to care about a man that says so much he wants to protect you. (They're not really family, but is as if Kenny tries to protect and have Clem on his side, to have Clem's loyalty through and through. Though he does let her go and is proud of her on her individuality... hm.) But still, I mean, second season Kenny is not first season Kenny, and it isn't even a change that made sense. If he had been antagonist (which pretty much feels like it in the Canon story already), he should have had some other background story, no Sarita or company. Maybe then the cynical view he has would have mattered. The violence and anger and whatever else. For him to change that way was a consequence of him losing what he represented, protection of family? Wasn't failure and grief and acceptance meant to be important after all?
But otherwise yea I think it would've been pretty cool if Ben survived :3 I am a sucker for tales of redemption, forgiveness, and found family. And I hadn't thought about Kenny, Ben, and Sarita, but hell yeah. Man, even if they appeared in the second season, it would've been interesting if the choice wasn't between two individuals, but between two families. Ben already had a relationship with Clem! He appreciated her and calls her his only friend during season 1, he did leave her behind during that scene, -but the point of Ben was that- He was a coward all the season, until when he wasn't. He wanted to help Lee help Clem. They would've had an interesting sibling relationship-? also Ben had a young sister before the apocalypse so ooooh projection and parallels and shi. And if Ben had lived, he would've completed his development to something close to bravery-?
Well, I don't know, at least I think that'd be one interesting way to bring back old characters. Otherwise, Kenny should only be mentioned on dialogue maximum. The way I see it.
(I repeat the same thing over and over when I talk about something I'm sorry
(I've developed no language skills whatsoever in my life
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So five thousand years later, for those who follow me, here is my Daredevil duo op. Life happened and I haven't been able to be around outside of basically liking posts here and there until today.
I'm kind of posting these completely backwards. Like when I tell y'all my nerves were SUPER high knowing I was going to meet Charlie, it was ridiculous. Like even talked to this guy in line about it and he was like you'll be fine. He was right. I was fine. Mostly. I met Jon Bernthal a couple of years ago, a super nice guy as well if you haven't met him. And I told him, they are gonna stand on the opposite side of their characters, I can feel it in my soul. Which I think is hilarious cause Jon's hand is covering up Daredevil's head a bit, which is slightly amusing as well.
But anywho. This is the photo I sent my friends like I SURVIVED, SEE. Well, I sent a picture of me holding the photo all SEE. I might see if I can find that to post here too lol. But here is my more in depth story about this. I walked in and Jon put his hand on my arm and leaned down and said, "Hey it's so nice to meet you, thank you for coming." And then was like okay you get here between us. And I legit was like OMG I CANNOT in my head. 1) because hello clearly the Punisher haircut. and 2) my mind was very OMG IT'S CHARLIE still. I've only ever had that experience one other time and it was with Garrett Dillahunt and Jenna Elfman. I might just start having random posts about my con experiences and tell these lovely stories after this. But for now, I'm gonna try to concentrate on this one and tell you this story.
Now let me explain my con experiences. I normally NEVER get two pictures with the same person at the same con. I've done maybe 5 group ops total ever, and I told myself don't buy this, you have the solo. But then I told myself, maybe you need the buffer between actually meeting him and the solo op and autograph line. Which y'all, I did. I really did. I'm not sure I would have been able to talk to him at his table if not. But I'm now rambling and telling mini stories throughout the actual big story moment.
The picture was taken of course and I was like okay I need to exit. Well, that is when Charlie did the same thing as Jon and took a second to put his hand on my arm. He also leaned down to thank me for being there and said, "It's so nice to meet you." And it was in that moment we are all lucky my ass didn't pass out. Cause I was thinking, "Holy shit your face is so close to my face and your accent and your eyes and Jesus please let me remain upright and not faint." And then of course I tried to exit the wrong way and I was like, "Oh right. Of course." I've always prided myself on following the arrows and whatnot but yeah I was too flustered, which I said out loud. And the photographer said, "I get it" and I said "it's hard not to be flustered around them? I mean my god." They laughed and smiled because of it but I was like OH MY GOD WHY DID YOU ADMIT THAT OUT LOUD? as I went to get the picture. And to answer that it's cause it's me and I'm too honest for my own good lol.
Meeting them both reminded me of meeting Jeffery Dean Morgan in all honestly. He too took time in both the ops I've had with him (though the one is with him and Norman). It's really special though when the person you're getting an op with takes the time to say those things. Mainly because those photo op lines are crazy so the fact they each took a second to say thanks just meant a lot. It always does, because at the end of the day it really is about the little things.
#charlie cox#daredevil#jon bernthal#the punisher#frank castle#matt murdock#conventions#atlanta comic con 2024#ATL Comic Con 2024#atlanta comic con
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I'll die with you (part 5)
(Tara Carpenter x fem! reader)
Summary: Your mom being attacked and stabbed to death makes memories come back of important moments in your life, whether they're good or bad.
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7
Warnings: flashbacks all the way, blood, death of character (Dewey), angst
(English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)
Summer holidays. You were 7. You met Tara a few months before, and you were already the best of friends. You invited her to spend the day at your house for once, as you were always at hers.
Your parents were happy to see you had a friend like her. They knew they weren't so present for you with their respective jobs, and knowing you had someone to spend time with was a relief to them.
You spent the afternoon playing with Tara in the garden, before your mom called you both back in when it started to get darker outside. You then helped her baking cookies with Tara and Dewey's help.
Well Tara and you didn't really help, too busy eating the chocolate chips before they had a chance to touch the cookie dough. Of course, your parents noticed, and it turned out in a food battle, and you ended up in the shower trying to take the floor out of your hair.
You would always remember that day as one of the only moments the four of you spent together.
2011, a new massacre occurred at Woodsboro. As soon as they heard, your parents called Sam and asked her if she could babysit you while they took care of it.
That's when you met Wes, Mindy and Chad, totally oblivious to the fact your parents were fighting for their lives when you played with your friends.
You quickly got close to the three kids, becoming friends with them. But it was not like it was with Tara. It never had been the same with her and your other friends from school.
Eventually, you ended up get even more close to her that day, after your parents called Sam to tell her Gale was at the hospital. You overheard the conversation and got scared for your mom.
Tara was here to comfort you and hold you tight. You didn't sleep this night, thinking you lost your mom.
4 years later, you were with her on her bed. This time you were the one to hold her and comfort her after her sister left without any warning or explanation. She was holding onto you for dear life, sobbing desperately against your neck.
You stayed with her in this position until she back away slightly, eyes red and still filled with tears.
"Thank you for being here..."
"Don't thank me, it's normal" you took her hand and squeezed it gently
Her gaze met yours, and for a second you got lost in her brown eyes. Those same eyes that made you forget everything that was around you, suppressing all your thoughts in the process.
You knew it wasn't the best moment, maybe even the worst, but you couldn't help yourself and confessed your feelings for her.
It had been a year since you understood why she was so special to you. Since you understood you were in love with her. You never had the courage to tell her before, the words couldn't come out properly whenever you tried because of how scared you were.
Scared to lose her if she didn't share your feelings.
But the way she was looking at you now, her dark brown eyes shining in the darkness of the room, pupils dilated... She was giving you the look you had for her.
Your words made her crack a little smile, and she told you she loved you too. But it was quickly replaced by a new wave of tears as the thought of her sister not being here to know the good news.
"H-hey... you're gonna be okay... I'll do anything to make sure of that... I promise..." you whispered
She looked at you with tears in her eyes, and hesitantly pressed her lips to yours in a quick and timid kiss. It felt good, helped her feel a little better.
Now she knew she would have you by her side. She had a crush on you for years, and that kiss, as quick as it was, only confirmed what she thought. She was convinced you were soulmates, a thought that you shared.
Your father's house, a year and a half later. You just told him Tara and you were together. You hesitated a long time, not sure if it would be good for him.
Your parents broke up the year prior and weren't talking anymore, so you weren't sure telling him you were in a happy relationship was the best thing to do.
You stayed in Woodsboro with him, not wanting to leave Tara to go to New York. You had all your life in this city, and you mom understood that. You would go visit her on holidays, or when she had a week off. She tried to take breaks more often, so you stay in touch.
But your dad found out eventually, and you told him everything.
"Hey, you shouldn't have been scared to tell me, it's my job to protect you not the opposite" he smiled and hugged you "I'm happy for you kiddo, she's a good kid, you make a great couple. To be completely honest, we always thought she was your perfect match"
It was a relief that he didn't take it the wrong way, but you could still feel he was hurt in the way he said 'we', talking about him and your mom. You hugged him back, telling him you were here too if he needed something.
"Does your mom know? For Tara and you?" he finally asked after a moment
"Not yet, I was going to call her. Do you want me to tell her something for you...?"
"I... No, it's okay"
You could see he was hesitating before answering but didn't insist. Maybe you should have. Maybe it would've made things better between them.
You called your mom on facetime and told her everything too. You learnt to be quick with her, as she had little time for her in the day, always busy with work.
Like your dad, she was very happy for you.
"You make a good pair, we always agreed on it. It's good you found someone in these... well in these tensed times. And remember, if she ever hurts you, you call me and-"
"Mom, she's not going to hurt me. And even if she does, you're not going to do anything, okay?" you sighed with a smile
"I'll try to hold back" she smiled back before looking behind her "I'm sorry sweetie I have to go, I'll text you later if you want to talk more about your girlfriend"
"Okay, we'll see" you paused, and before she hung up "Dad misses you"
"... I miss him too. But... we don't have the same way of living. We tried and... well you know how it ended..."
You nodded sadly and hung up. You knew it wasn't simple for either of them, but you couldn't help but feel like they didn't really try. Maybe it was just because you wanted to have both your parents with you at all times...
But you could see them both or call them when you wanted, so it was still something.
2022, another creep dressed in a Ghostface costume started attacking people, starting with your girlfriend. You called your parents as soon as you heard. Your dad was the only one who could help, and you wanted your mom to learn it by you instead of her manager or anyone else.
You told her not to come, but you doubted she listened to you.
You were at the hospital, keeping your girlfriend company after she was attacked. She needed comfort, and you were here to give it to her as much as you could.
You had slid in her bed next to her and held her close, careful not to hurt her. Her left hand was resting on your thigh, one of the only thing she could do with it without getting hurt, and her head rested on your shoulder.
You had an arm wrapped around her waist, kissing her hair every now and then to show her how much you loved her and how much you cared.
You were watching tv, when a noise draws your attention outside of Tara's room.
"Don't move, I'm going to check"
You kissed her before getting up slowly. You wouldn't admit it in front of your girlfriend, but a part of you was scared it could be Ghostface. You walked silently in the corridor, looking around for any sign of another presence.
And what sign you found. The officer who was supposed to protect Tara was lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood. You gaged at the sight, the urge to throw up washing over you.
You never saw a corpse before, and you wished you never had. A hand on your mouth, reluctantly, you moved his arm slightly to take his gun from his belt. But it was not there.
You panicked and ran into Tara's room, tears in your eyes.
"Baby what's going on-" she whispered
"Tara, we need to go. T-the officer... he- he's dead... fuck I think it's Ghostface..."
You didn't say anything about the gun, not wanting to make her panic more. You helped her out of her bed and in her wheelchair before quickly starting to walk to the elevator.
You didn't even had time to take three steps forward that you heard the stairwell's door opening.
"Shit shit shit..."
You quickly hid in another room, taking out your phone with shaky hands to dial your father's number. The police would never be here in time. But he would.
You but your lip, bouncing your leg, as you waited anxiously for him to answer your call. You finally heard his voice. He seemed worried. Maybe he knew you were in trouble.
You hoped he did, because you didn't get the time to say anything.
Someone opened the door of the room you were in, and, scared it could be Ghostface, you punched him in the face, hard, phone still in hand.
"What the fuck-"
"Richie...?"
You stopped, arm in the air, ready to strike again. Your hand hurt, and taking a look at it, you noticed your phone screen broke, leaving pieces of glass in your hand. But that was not important right now.
"What are you doing here?"
"Sam called me- she said you might need help here-"
He got cut off by Ghostface arrival behind him. Tara screamed, and so did you. He turned around, but the killer was quicker and knocked him out.
When he tried to stab Tara, you threw whatever object you found in the room at him before grabbing your girlfriend's wheelchair's handles and started running away.
But once again, the killer was quick. He stabbed you in your back, making you scream in pain. You let go of Tara, pushing her forward so she could reach the elevator in time.
Ghostface pulled his knife out of your back and pushed you to the ground with force. He grabbed your hair and pulled on it, leaning in to say in your ear;
"You didn't think you could protect her, did you?"
He then smashed your head against the floor, hard enough to stunned you for a moment. You couldn't move, and it drove you crazy. You could see him walk toward the brunette. You knew he was going to hurt her. And yet you couldn't do anything.
You were so scared to lose her... you didn't know what you would do without her.
Fortunately, Sam, on the phone with Ghostface, appeared in the elevator, with none other than your dad, gun in hand. He fired 3 times, making Ghostface back away from Tara.
Behind you, Richie got up slowly, not completely sure of what was happening. Sam helped Tara get in the elevator while your dad helped you up.
"Are you okay?"
"Y-yeah I think..."
He wrapped a comforting arm around your shoulders and led you to the elevator, when Ghostface attacked him. You screamed, and tried to help, slamming a vase on his head, before Dewey shot him three times in the chest.
He then proceeded to go in the elevator with Sam, Tara and you.
"The head." he suddenly said
"What?"
"You need to shoot them in the head, or they always come back"
"Who cares about that?!"
"I do"
He gave you a apologetic smile before stepping back out in the corridor.
"Dad no-"
You tried to follow him, but the doors were already closing. You hit the button to open it again, but it was too late. The elevator was already going down.
You had a bad feeling. Ever since you found that officer's body you knew something was going to go wrong.
And boy, you couldn't be more right.
They didn't let you go back there, no matter what you said. 'Too dangerous' they said. 'Not safe' they said. As if you didn't know that. But you didn't care. Your dad was up there with a killer, you had to help him.
When the squad came back down, you knew. You knew at their faces. But you refused to believe it.
When they brought his body in a bag, you still couldn't process. You watched as they took him outside, out of view, tears forming in your eyes, blurring your vision.
You broke down, sobbing uncontrollably in the hospital bed they forced you to stay in.
When your mom came in your room a few minutes later, your eyes were all red and puffy. Maybe her coming despite your warning wasn't so bad after all... You didn't know how you could have told her he was dead.
She took you in her arms and you hugged her tight, clinging to the only parent you had left as if she was going to disappear too. You couldn't handle losing her too.
And yet you would have to, because she was indeed dying before your eyes.
Both your parents had been taken away from you by Ghostface. Last time you hadn't done anything. But this time... it would be different.
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50 Random Character Asks:
Tseng, 1 - 50
You know you had this coming.
50 Random Character Asks: Tseng Edition
I can't even pretend to be surprised here, can I? Well, I got your second ask with your choices as well, so they're in here. 💖
50 questions. Whew. I'll give you guys a sampler on the first one, but the rest are going to be under a cut. This took me SO LONG to do. I've literally been working on it since the 17th! All together, there's 4934 words in this bad boy, excluding the questions.
So uh. Enjoy nearly 5k of meta about Tseng. XD
That said, please keep in mind that all of my answers are specific to how I personally write Tseng. I'm not going to necessarily distinguish every piece of canon from headcanon.
[For this ask game!] || [Still accepting]
1. Canon I outright reject
That Tseng knew Zack was being kept in Nibelheim. For me, it just doesn't work with the rest of Tseng's arc regarding Zack and Aerith and him keeping all of those letters. So. No.
Technically, in BC, Tseng is aware that Zack and Cloud are both alive and badly injured, and Hojo orders for him to "prepare the mansion," but never actually says what he's going to be doing there. Tseng sends the Player Turk to clear it out, and then Veld shows up and sends all of the Turks to work on handling the townspeople and everything instead of the mansion.
So it's entirely possible that Tseng never knew, according to BC, that Zack and Cloud were placed in those tubes in the basement.
2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on
Tseng is absolutely capable of slapping Aerith. I realize that they took that out of the Remake, but I just feel like it's critical for his character for you to know that he is absolutely capable of that level of violence, even against someone he cares about.
3. Obscure headcanon
Tseng is the third (and youngest) son of Kisaragi Godo's older brother, who was emperor during the Wutaian War. He was brought up in one of the Leviathan Temples to keep him as an effective (and safe) spare to the throne before he defected to Shinra.
His forehead marking is a holdover from his time in the Temple, and he'll never admit to a single soul that sometimes, he feels the guiding hand of destiny (or fate or whatever you want to call it) in his life.
4. Favorite line
"It must have been a real thrill for you… Did you enjoy it?"
I think this is everyone's favorite canon line. With the possible exception of the "Mr. President," line from the Remake. That one's pretty damn good, but it requires actual explanation, doesn't it? XD
I will say, he also has the canon line of, "I put everyone else at risk because I feared feeling guilty," in BC. Which is... telling.
5. Best personality trait
Tseng's loyalty is easily his best personality trait, in my opinion. We see a lot of it in BC, with his dedication to trying to help and save both Veld and the department, as well as in CC, with his devotion to getting those letters to Zack.
6. Worst personality trait
Tseng's devotion to doing things "correctly" is definitely his worst personality trait. I am firmly of the opinion that this is the thing that's held him back on just killing the President and installing Rufus early. I mean, I have no doubt that there is technically more to it, including the fact that we have no idea what kind of succession clause might have been put in place for Rufus to inherit.
7. Age/height/weight headcanon
Age // Born in 1975, so he is 8 years older than Rufus and Reno, 2 years older than Sephiroth, and 3 years younger than Reeve.
Height // I usually go with 5'8", but I'm a little flexible on this. I'll go up to 5'10". He cannot, however, be taller than Rufus for me.
Weight // Eh, I don't really do weight HCs.
8. Unpopular opinion about them
Hm... Do I have an unpopular opinion about Tseng..? I don't know that I interact with enough Tseng fans to know. Maybe my insistence on him being fairly easy-going when he isn't at work? I see Tseng as the sort who can go with the flow to some extent, mostly because I don't think he'd work as well with Reno if he wasn't.
9. Scene that first made me love (or hate) the character
Oh man, honestly? This might be my unpopular opinion, but his "death" scene in the OG. With Sephiroth. And no, not just because of my ship goggles.
But there's just so much implied trust there, at a point where Tseng probably shouldn't trust Sephiroth. He just... He talks to Sephiroth like he's still sane, and Sephiroth cuts him down during it, and then he still drags himself back through the entire Temple of the Ancients to get to the entrance so that he can let AVALANCHE in.
10. Best moment on screen (or in the book)
See above. I just... I love that scene. It's easily his best scene.
11. Faceclaim for the role
Satoh Takeru.
12. Crack headcanon
So, I don't think I have a straight "crack" headcanon for Tseng. I do have some crack-treated-seriously headcanons, including that he doesn't heal well magically (explaining why he spends so much more time in bandages and recovery than basically everyone else), and that if he's not friends with Reeve or in a romantic relationship with a partner who insists otherwise, he would live entirely on takeout.
Tseng does not cook, in my opinion. He's perfectly capable, but why? He's spent years curating an extensive collection of takeout menus he considers acceptable food, and he eats exclusively from restaurants that have passed his very exacting standards.
Ooh! And this: Tseng drives a small black sportscar at possibly dangerous speeds in Midgar. It also has no plates, but there's not a cop in Midgar stupid enough to try to ticket it.
13. Dumbest thing they’ve ever done
Possibly trusting Sephiroth when he ran into him at the Temple of the Ancients, but honestly, there was probably no way he was walking out of that anyway, right? So excluding that...
Probably, the actual 'dumbest' thing he canonically does is in BC, when he chooses to rescue a single lone reactor guard instead of destroying a ship full of weapons that Shinra can't afford to let get out. That's definitely treated as his dumbest choice by the canon.
14. Most heroic moment
When he literally, while dying, drags himself through the Temple to make sure Aerith gets the keystone.
15. Worst thing they’ve ever done
I mean. He canonically murders people for his paycheck. So probably that?
Unless you're more offended by the 'abandoning his country' backstory, of course.
16. Deepest darkest secret they won’t even admit to themselves
He will always wonder if he could have made a difference for Wutai if he'd fought for them instead of going to Midgar.
Not that he regrets leaving. He is fairly sure that he was always meant to be at Rufus' side. But there's always that small, lingering thought.
17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them
I actually have an old fanmix that more or less I still use.
That said, you can also add "Secret (Pretty Little Liars: The Perfectionists Theme)," covered by Denmark + Winter.
18. What they’d go to see a therapist about
I am going to read this is what he should see a therapist about because I'm pretty sure if he had to go see one, he would spend the entire session silent, watching the therapist and making them horribly uncomfortable.
(Unless it's Angel, but she's one of @ladykf-writes' OCs that I gleefully borrow whenever I can. She's a counselor specifically for Turks, and Tseng knows better than to try to argue with her.)
Honestly though. If Tseng were up to date on mental health, I think he'd need to see a therapist about his inability to be settled with anything less than perfection from himself. And, you know, probably talk to them about the killing people thing.
19. Vices/bad habits
Tseng smokes. It wasn't a habit he was in before Midgar, but while he was being 'debriefed,' he discovered that asking for a cigarette meant he got to go outside and see the sky and breathe the (admittedly not great) air. However, due to him not healing super well magically and needing to actually recover naturally, he did eventually notice a cough and slight shortness of breath that he couldn't shake.
So he tries not to smoke as much anymore. Still, he does keep a pack of his clove cigarettes on him at all times.
20. Scars
Oh plenty. All the Turks have them, and Tseng has a few more than most given his difficulties in healing.
21. Drink of choice (not just alcoholic)
Alcoholic // Junami sake, served warm. He has a few brands that he likes, most of which need to be imported from Wutai.
Non-alcoholic // Caramel Macchiato with extra caramel and extra whip. Not that he'd let anyone catch him ordering it. He has a single barista that he goes to in the coffee shop in the Tower (her name is Peony), and she knows better than to call his order out. Tseng's sweet tooth is something he keeps very much under wraps.
22. Best physical feature
I mean. How do you pick? He's gorgeous.
Maybe his hair, but I have a weakness for beautiful hair.
23. If they were a scented candle, what would they smell like?
Vetiver.
But that's probably just because I HC his cologne as having notes of vetiver in it.
24. Most annoying habit
According to Reeve, it's Tseng's uncanny way of reading you. There's nothing more frustrating to him than Tseng's little, "And is that all?" sort of question because he knows that Tseng means, 'I know there's something else and here's your opportunity to tell me what it is before I go digging.'
25. 3 things they’d want to take with them if they were dropped off in the middle of nowhere
Assuming he is not allowed to bring his phone, and assuming that a backpack full of his usual supplies (he has one in his apartment, one in his car, and one in his office; he finds it unlikely he'd be caught somewhere without it) doesn't count as a single item, and assuming that he's not stripped of his usual clothes/gear when he's dropped off...
1 // A survival radio with a rechargeable battery.
2 // A waterproof map.
3 // A first aid kit.
Really, he'd probably be fine even if dropped off with absolutely nothing, but trust me, he would not be happy about it.
26. What they would do if stuck in an elevator with [Lazard]
At first, there would be a long stretch of silence as they both studied the number display and then the elevator panel itself. Lazard would be the first one to move, leaning forward to punch a few of the buttons, but once it was clear that the elevator was not moving, Tseng would sigh and tip his head back and study the ceiling.
He's cataloging everything he needs to do, wondering briefly what he can hand off, what he could text some of the others about to ensure it's done in time. Then he looks over at Lazard, who is sighing and pushing his hand through his hair.
There's another few moments of silence before Lazard pushes the emergency call button, and after they're both reassured by the voice on the other end that maintenance is aware of the issue and working to restore functionality, Tseng slides down to sit. Lazard looks over at him, then sighs and takes that as an invitation to do the same.
"Do you think it's inappropriate to text Reeve?"
And Tseng looks up at Lazard, a small, knowing smile on his lips. "That depends," he murmurs. "Do you actually want to get to that meeting?"
Lazard chuckles, reaching up to rub the bridge of his nose slightly, and he looks back down at his phone. After a moment, he lays it face down on his leg and tips his head back against the glass wall of the elevator, and he looks out over the city on display behind Tseng.
Tseng notices he doesn't start texting.
The silence is comfortable. Companionable. Neither of them have any stake in impressing one another, and there's no need to fill the silence with talking only for the sake of talking.
Tseng supposes that they're lucky that it isn't winter. Else they would have to sit much, much closer.
A glance over at Lazard, who has taken off his glasses briefly to rub one of his eyes, and a little smile touches Tseng's lips.
Not, he decides after a minute, that it would be a bad thing, necessarily.
27. Their guilty pleasure
Tseng loves sweets. Basically all kinds, but he does have a particular weakness for good chocolate and good caramel. His secret indulgence that he'll never admit to anyone who knows him is that sometimes, during the winter, he'll order a large hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and get a caramel drizzle on it from the coffee shop in the Tower.
But only if his usual barista (Peony) is working. Since she already knows his coffee order is something equally ridiculously sweet, he finds that to be less humiliating than adding someone else in on the loop.
28. How they feel about [Reeve]
Complicated. On the one hand, Tseng and Reeve are always, always good friends when I write. One of Tseng's first long, solo missions with the Turks (and I really should rewrite that fic with my current Tseng's backstory and clean up the prose a little) was to function as Reeve's escort on a reactor tour. That's a minimum of two weeks if they're taking advantage of helicopters periodically, more often three full weeks of travel when Reeve drives the whole thing. And of course, the driving is definitely Reeve's preference. Reactor tours are practically the only vacation he takes.
But there's no way you don't spend three weeks on a cross-planet roadtrip and don't end up very close to the person you spent all that time with in the car (unless, of course, it's terrible and you just want to murder them). But at the same time, there are secrets between them that they both know they can't know about one another. Reeve can't know all the gory details about Tseng's life as a Turk, and Tseng can't know about Reeve's... let's call it his uncanny knack with the reactors.
Now, do I ship them? Honestly, yes, sometimes. I mean, I usually pair off Tseng with Sephiroth and Reeve with either Lazard (if I want canon to happen for something later) or Genesis (if I'm wanting a fix-it), but I can absolutely ship Tseng with Reeve. Honestly though, that's kind of an unfair question. I can ship Tseng and Reeve with nearly anyone.
29. Eating habits
If it weren't for Reeve's insistence on a weekly meal with him and Reeve's occasional order of groceries simply arriving at Tseng's apartment unannounced (he only really sends dry goods these days; produce and dairy get delivered by Reeve himself when Tseng invites him over), Tseng would live exclusively on takeout.
Expensive takeout.
But takeout nonetheless.
30. Sleeping habits
Tseng slept in a Midgardian style bed for about a week while he was in debriefing after he defected, but eventually, he took all of his blankets and everything and just started sleeping on the floor instead.
Now, in his apartment in Upper Eight in the middle of Little Wutai, he's found someone who can make him a gloriously oversized futon, and his one "concession" to the Midgardian way of doing things is that he no longer puts his futon up every morning. He has four futons to rotate between, with a veritable army of sheets and blankets for them that he's gotten as what he suspects is something akin to 'tribute' from some of the Little Wutai locals.
He's done his best to make it clear that he's to be treated as anyone else in the community, but he's hardly going to refuse these things.
Tseng sleeps lightly, waking up at basically any sort of unexpected sound, but he has the enviable ability to drift right back off.
31. If the had a tumblr what would it look like?
Honestly? It would be all precisely curated images/gifs of nature. Probably of waterfalls and rivers and creeks. But it would be immaculate. Perfectly tagged and maintained.
32. Something guaranteed to make them smile/laugh
I don't know that it is guaranteed, but Reno's antics often get a smile or a chuckle out of Tseng; particularly so when someone is underestimating Reno in some way. He has a tendency to find amusement in watching someone walk right into something they should have seen coming.
That said, both Reeve and Rufus are also able to routinely get a smile out of him; Reeve because he's just so warm that Tseng can't help but to smile back and Rufus because, well, to be perfectly frank, he's a sassy little shit sometimes and Tseng loves that about him. (For the record, Aerith also often fits in that "sassy little shit" box, but Tseng does his best not to let her see him smile, or else she'll take it as encouragement.)
If we're talking about something other than people though, the sort of thing that will routinely get a smile out of Tseng is people watching. He likes sitting on a bench in the Tower or in Midgar in general and just... watching people go by.
It helps him feel grounded in the world.
33. Something guaranteed to make them cry
I don't know that anything specific is guaranteed to make him cry. He's very much a 'buckle down and take care of things,' sort of guy instead of the emotional reaction sort of guy.
That said, he doesn't handle it well after Nibelheim. Even if he's not in a relationship with Sephiroth, the whole mess of 'handling' the survivors and realizing just how far the President will go to keep himself in power and the uncertainty of what's going on with Veld and with AVALANCHE and just...
It's isn't pretty.
34. How they react when they are feeling [excited]
Tseng has, as a general rule, muted outward emotional tells for anything he's feeling. It was trained into him when he was at the Temple, both as a potential heir to the throne as well as because he was being trained to be a priest. That said, when he's genuinely excited about something and not just 'looking forward' to it, someone who knows him can tell.
He's distracted from other things. And sometimes, if you're talking to him and he's excited about something, he might ask you to repeat yourself.
Not like, "Oh, I didn't hear you, what?"
But you'll get a lot more of those little noncommittal "Mm?" sounds out of him.
Unless you're talking about the thing he's excited about. In that case, you'll have his complete attention, and his usually small, amused smiles (the smug ones; you know the ones) are a bit bigger, more genuine and, dare I say it, softer.
35. Their idea of a perfect day
Tseng's idea of a perfect day... well, to some extent, that varies based on where we are in the timeline and if he's in a romantic relationship, but in general, his idea of the perfect day is as follows:
Nothing disastrous happens.
Barring that, he'll settle for: Anything disastrous that did happen was handled. Appropriately.
In all seriousness, Tseng is very much the sort who focuses on living each day as though he won't have another, and he doesn't let himself indulge much in idle fantasies.
He's much more interested in perfect moments. A good morning run with someone he likes. An effective training session with one of the other Turks. Watching someone grasp something that he's been teaching them. An evening walk with someone he loves. Sharing a ridiculously rich chocolate cake with them afterwards. That sort of thing.
36. Their favorite season
Tseng's favorite season in Midgar is fall, when there's a near constant wind coming off the mountains. It can be difficult to track the seasons in Midgar, since there's not much by way of greenery, but fall means a cool wind that helps disperse some of the excess heat that comes off the Plate under his feet.
Back in Wutai, his favorite season was summer. He liked watching the fireflies in the dusk at the Temple, and no small part of him misses that.
37. What they really think about themselves
Deep down, no matter what else, Tseng knows that he is an oathbreaker. He can justify it to himself or dress it up all he wants, but he knows that his father, that his brothers, that his country counted on him, and he walked away. He abandoned everything he'd ever known and walked into the camp of the enemy and swore to help them instead.
It's part of why his loyalty is so fiercely held now, and part of why he's so careful to be as pristine and perfect at what he does as is possible.
He knows what his family— had they survived the war— would have said. Once an oathbreaker, always an oathbreaker, and now, he's tied to the oaths he has made in a way that he wouldn't be if he hadn't defected, because he's terrified that they would be right.
That puts him in the position of conflicting loyalties, and why he is so careful not to make promises once he's in Midgar. His first loyalty is to Rufus now, his second to the rest of the Turks, and if there's anything that keeps him awake at night, it's how he's supposed to juggle the additional loyalties that he's found himself collecting (Aerith, Reeve, Zack, Sephiroth, Veld, Reno, etc.).
38. Favorite holiday
Valentine's Day. Or, to be more exact, the day after. When Tseng can get a box of very nice chocolates for extremely cheap. XD
No, in all seriousness, Tseng quite likes the Midgar celebration of the dead, All Hallow's Eve, with the fixation on costumes and frightening people. He finds it fascinating for a culture that spends so much of its time not talking about the dead.
39. Favorite game
Tseng likes card games. He's good at them for the most part, and in fact, when he first defected and arrived in the SOLDIER camp, he realized very quickly that his traditional Wutaian garb was only going to keep him Othered. So he learned to play poker from watching several hands, and he won himself gil and spare clothing alike off those SOLDIERs who heard his— at the time— thick accent and thought he'd be an easy mark.
He still has a soft spot for poker.
40. Favorite book
Have two of Tseng's favorites. Both titles have been translated from the original Wutaian for your convenience, but Tseng only has the Wutaian copies in his home.
"When the Sun Rises in the West," by Yurieva Aiko. This is a collection of poetry made from the letters recovered from the belongings of Wutaian soldiers after the war.
"The Sleeve Cost Me Nothing Compared to You," by Sato Ivan. This is a collection of short stories and poetry about love and the fleeting nature of romance.
41. If they could have lunch with anyone in the world (living or dead, from any fictional universe or the real world), who would it be?
Before he defects // Tseng would like to have lunch with one of the previous emperors at this point, just to try to get some perspective on what's happening with his country. Particularly, he desperately wishes he had someone to ask for advice from. He's torn on what he sees going on, and he wonders what's wrong with him that he seems to be the only one who sees that there's no possible way for them to win this engagement with Shinra.
After he defects // During his time in Shinra, given the option to have lunch with literally anyone, Tseng would like one more lunch with someone he loves. He's very much of the opinion that the best thing to do is to savor every moment you get with someone, no matter how mundane or fleeting.
Post-canon // He would like one more lunch with Aerith and Zack. Just to see them again, and to convince himself to let their ghosts go.
42. 3 comfort items
1 // Tseng has kept, over the years, exactly one kimono from his time in Wutai, and while he never wears it anymore, sometimes, when he's feeling nostalgic, he'll go and run his hands over the silk.
2 // After he completed his training to be accepted into the Turks, before he left the Academy in Junon to go back to Midgar full time, the Acting Director of Operations in The Junon Branch of the Administrative Research, Anya (also one of @ladykf-writes' OCs), gave him an inlaid bone and black alloy knife with a blade cleaning kit. This is the knife that Tseng wears strapped to his left thigh (the left pocket is cut open in every pair of his pants so that he can reach it).
3 // When Rufus was fifteen, he gifted Tseng a solid black watch with no markers on it besides a pair of mythril white hands and a single mythril accent on the face that marked the twelve. Rufus never intended for Tseng to keep it as a staple, but while Rufus has gifted him other watches since then, this is the one that Tseng wears as his every day watch.
43. 3 favorite foods and 3 they despise
Favorite Food 1 // Sushi from a tiny hole-in-the-wall place in Little Wutai. And when he says hole-in-the-wall, he means this woman literally just sells bentos out of her kitchen.
Favorite Food 2 // Fiola's in Upper Six is one of his favorites. They have excellent Mideelan pasta and even better bread. The bread is, in fact, good enough that while Tseng usually doesn't eat bread with his meals, he'll make an exception for Fiola's.
Favorite Food 3 // There is a tiny bakery in Upper Three that sells the absolute best chocolate cake that Tseng has ever had.
Despised Food 1 // The "sushi" for sale in the Midgar cafeteria. One of them had mayonnaise in it.
Despised Food 2 // Pork rinds, a surprisingly popular snack in Midgar. Tseng suspects it's a holdover from when the area was much more farming-oriented. As it stands, every sector, Above and Below, has their own 'special' flavoring for them, and Tseng has yet to find anything redeeming about them.
Despised Food 3 // Tseng doesn't despise bread exactly, but he fails to find it enjoyable to eat most of the time. He'd prefer his carbs come in sugar, pasta, or rice, given the choice.
44. Their happiest memory
Tseng has a couple.
The first one is of one of the last times he saw his mother. He was about eleven, and he was brought to her rooms so that she could see him. They spent the evening reading poetry and him showing off his sword forms and her telling him how proud of him she was. He helped her brush out her hair and braid it for bed, and then she returned the favor and kissed his forehead and sent him on back to his own rooms. He has a small jade comb that he found in a secondhand shop in Little Wutai that makes him think of her.
His second happiest memory is nearly always with Reeve, of their drive around the planet on that first reactor tour. It was the first time Tseng traveled that he could just enjoy the process, and he has fond memories of the times they rolled the windows down and Tseng could let his hand hang out of the car and just... feel the breeze. Reeve had been content to talk about nothing or put on an audiobook— and those had been something delightful to learn about, something that Tseng had immediately invested in because that was a great way to listen to the language— and let them just ride.
45. Their favorite celebrity
Tseng is embarrassed to admit it, but when he first arrived in Midgar and Junon, his Standard was not nearly as good as he'd thought it was. The tutors he'd had in Wutai hadn't been native speakers, after all, and while he'd learned very well from them, there was no way he'd be mistaken for a natural speaker. So he'd immediately immersed himself, watching the news and reading everything he could get his hands on, and eventually, he'd discovered what were called 'soaps.'
He never really followed a lot of the plot lines— he felt sometimes like they had put several novels in a blender and poured the resulting concoction on the screen— but he did eventually decide there was one actress, Gabrielle Cooper, that he enjoyed watching.
She had one of the most neutral accents he'd ever heard, and he followed her from show to show faithfully.
Even long after he'd stopped watching soaps to help with his Standard, long after he'd more or less shed his own accent completely, he would catch himself picking up a magazine or a tabloid if she was featured on the cover.
46. The person they most admire
For a long, long time, it was Veld. And then everything with Felicia happened. And it isn't that he no longer admires Veld, but he certainly seems more human now. What Tseng admires most about Veld now isn't the seemingly perfect Turk persona that he presents, but his dedication to what he thinks is right.
Post-canon, the person he probably actually admires most is Rufus. Rufus Shinra, who was brought up to rule the world and has been barred from the throne. Rufus Shinra, who should have had everything and instead has had to cobble something together from the ruins left behind.
In that vein, Reeve is an extremely close second. Reeve was never intended to be the one in charge, and Tseng knows that Reeve would like nothing more than to hand it all off to someone else and go back to designing houses and buildings and parks. But there's literally no one else to hand it off to. So he trudges on, running the now-largest military force in the world, making decisions that shape the entire world with almost no oversight.
47. Their dream job
If Tseng wasn't a Turk and hadn't been brought up in the Temple and was just an average Midgar citizen? He'd be a restaurant critic. He'd write the most detailed and possibly scathing reviews possible, and restaurants would fear him.
48. Scariest moment of their life
A few months before he defected, during a ritual for Leviathan at the Temple, Tseng nearly drowned. This was one of his big catalyst moments for abandoning Wutai, as he realized in that moment that no matter what anyone told him about how important he was, they all saw him as expendable.
After Advent Children, the scariest moment in Tseng's life was watching Rufus jump from that building.
49. Favorite toy as a child
Tseng was given a wooden training sword very young that he absolutely used to menace every Temple Guardian he ran across until he was big enough for proper training, and he cherished it right up until he left the temple. He didn't take it with him, but he made sure to polish it and leave it in a respectful place when he left.
He is sure that it was broken and/or burned upon discovery that he had chosen to side with Shinra.
50. A memory they’ve blocked out
I don't know that Tseng has very many memories that he's blocked out. Tseng is very unflinching when it comes to facing who he is and what he's done and what's been done to him. He believes in facing things head-on and in dealing with the consequences that brings.
Congratulations on making it all the way down here, omg. IT WAS SO LONG!!
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#ff7#final fantasy vii#tseng of the turks#meta#I cannot believe I wrote damn near 5k on this thing#BUT HERE YOU GO.
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Homestucktober 2023 (1-5)
1) Patron Troll
Seer gang rise up ✊🏽 (I'd done two classpect tests since 2012 and both times I was a Seer, my aspect just changed from Void to Doom which isn't a good sign lol...although the one I just tried from 4chan is telling me I'm a Page of Void now...I mean I'll take it because it's an aspect I've gotten before but I'm not really trying to be Jake or Tavros out here they both got so screwed over lol)
Anyway if she were my actual patron in a game session I'd be fucking terrified because of what she puts John and Dave through but also probably laughing my ass off at her antics and impressed by her intense sensing ability despite the blindness
2) Favorite Beta Kid
Dave Strider is much needed comedic relief in such a tragic tale and his ramblings are often as deeply philosophical as they are deeply ridiculous. I don't even have the right words to describe all this character has done for me. I'm in love with the Time aspect even though it's probably the last aspect I'd be assigned to because I think Time players have to deal with the multiplicity of the self the most out of everyone (except maybe Space players), and what a fucking difficult thing that must be. I will always wonder how he managed to spend IIRC weeks in the game whereas for everyone else it was just 24 hours (and of course Davesprite spending IIRC four months trying to fix his doomed session...my heart)
3) Favorite Beta Troll
(IIRC the beta trolls are technically the dancestors but I just call the original 12 the betas sometimes because they deal with the beta kids and we meet them first. Anyway)
Again I don't have words enough to describe what Karkat has done for me. Karkat rounding up and trying to lead eleven other insane motherfuckers and losing his cool often but almost always asserting, in his way, that it's because he deeply cares. You really see this in Act 6 Post Murderstuck when we find him in Openbound and he's obviously dealing with the weight of having failed at leadership so hard that over half of his teammates are dead. It probably took him a while of raging at how long the meteor trip would be (and upset Sollux didn't stay after "dying" in front of him again) before the sadness set in, but if there's one thing Karkat isn't, it's afraid of emotion. Also the PCG, CCG, FCG conversations remain some of my favorites in the entire canon, especially the one where FCG berates CCG for "wanting [Terezi] in every quadrant like a desperate fool." If there's one thing I can relate to about Karkat it's that I will also always read past me for filth even if it's hard. I use it as a form of self pruning and improvement and eventually I think FCG gets that too.
4) Favorite Alpha Kid
It was Dirk for a long time until maybe the last year or two, but I realized after re-reading the Epilogues that relating to him as much as I do is probably really bad lol, but Roxy was always a close second. Obsessed with the fact that the wild alcoholic, who one might think would be the worst team member because of that, instead sobers up and fully embodies John's role as the "friendleader" which is why I think they end up getting along so well. Despite the obstacles Roxy is full of love for their friends, and with friends like the people who they end up becoming in the Epilogues, you gotta hand it to them for their persistence. Considering that they were in a Void session their positivity throughout was pretty amazing to me, also shout out to them for fully embracing Calliope's skull appearance and finding them beautiful anyway. Alien love wins
5) Favorite Alpha Troll
Okay but can we talk about the fact that she ends up alive??? As a huge stan of hers since we started seeing her I was fucking living my best life lol I can't hate it whatsoever even though it was at John's expense 😭 Meenah's one of the most determined characters in the entire thing fr, she really said "fuck being dead for millions of years after isolating myself on the moon to avoid responsibility, now I want all the responsibility, all of it." Fully meets Karkat again in Candy and is like "lemme reverse what HIC did and use my ancient Queen powers to benefit the mutant," imo an incredible foil to her future self even though they're very much the same troll and speak pretty much exactly the same. Fish puns are hysterical to me most of the time, her unwavering dedication to the shtick 4x as hard as Feferi did it and editing/improving ones she doesn't like in the middle of her sentences 😂 I cosplayed as her at AX 2013 and had a blast, except for that Cronus cosplayer who tried to hit on me in character, I had no idea what to do lmao
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Acra's EO Guild Card Megapost
Guild Cards are a neat thing in the most of the Etrian Odyssey games. Sometimes, they're pretty pointless, but in some, they actually do some neat stuff. I… have a tendency to do multiple playthroughs, to try different team compositions (as seeing how different a game can feel based on your builds is one of my favourite things ever, and I also like abandon them before the big fights, on the hypothetical urge I want to re-fight a boss at an appropriate level an infinite number of times), so I've amassed a fair few of my own.
Why am I uploading these now? Apparently the Nexus database got borked a couple days ago, so this is the perfect time for me to get a few feet in the door. I also swear this is the last time I'll ever post about these, seriously.
EO Nexus
-A total of 100 Guild Cards are needed to unlock the Vampire pseudo-class. Obviously, 100 is a lot, so they obviously expected the community, paltry it may be, to come together to make a database. And they did. And then they locked it the second they got 108. And then it died. So now I finally get a second chance to contribute.
Galeforce
-My first (main) playthrough. I actually uploaded a card weekly to help out, but I think only the first one made it on in time. It's not Heroic because it's like a NG+++++ file. This is the final card, but for the weekly set of them, um, here:
Week 0 || Week 1 || Week 2 || Week 3 || Week 4 || Week 5 || Week 6 || Week 7
Stardust
-Filled with all my C-listers that couldn't fit into Galeforce. I ran them as two separate teams; the Boss Killers (shown here), who fought the FOEs/Bosses, and Team Midriff, who did all the exploration.
Sunstorm
-A Guild consisting of classes I mostly avoid using, and portraits I hadn't (as of its conception) used before. As always, there's like another three members that get used that aren't here, including a Survivalist, Nightseeker, and an Arcanist.
Maelstrom
-An attempt at a Nuzlocke-esque run, and also an 'evil' party. Characters stopped being used if they died, but only until the end of the stratum, to not make it overbearing. Being an evil party lacking in support and healing, this was an absolute slog that I considered a total failure by the Jungle.
Brilliant
-An idea for a mage-guild that kinda went askew. Starting as a Sovereign, three Zodiacs, and a Farmer, I ultimately turned this into three single-element teams; Each consisting of a unique Sovereign, a unique Zodiac, two other characters that get earlygame elemental skills (Survivalist's Flame Arrow, Landsknecht, etc.), but the same Farmer (Hazel) across all three. Didn't take it all that far, but worked kinda well!
EOV
-Definitely where Guild Cards are seen the most. About 2-4 times every floor, there'll be an event that'll use you GC database to have another guild interact with you in the labyrinth. If you have none, you'll be introduced to memelord Conrad of the Freeblade Guild about 110 times in your course of a playthrough. In stark contrast, Nexus only has GC events maybe a dozen times across the whole game.
Starlight
-Main guild. Not a lot to say. It's a Chain-oriented party, because I love Fencers/Landsknechts.
Bundt
-Cake pun. See, bundt is a type of cake, and the guild is filled with Brouni. As in Brownies, the fairy/pixie/sprite, but I'm punning off the--- ANYWAY. Horrific offense, but don't die easily. Kinda miserable against a few specific enemies like the coffin jerks on 15F, but otherwise worked astonishingly better than you'd expect. Which is; not GOOD, but totally serviceable.
Necrocosm
-My original 'evil' guild, featuring two Necromancers, and edge as far as the eye can see. Two Necros work pretty well together; typically Velvet summoned them and Rue made them explode. The fact Necros heal and have evil vibes let them succeed where Maelstrom would totally fail. I also didn't bench anyone for dying, so that probably helped too.
Firebird
-This playthrough is only saved at Amalgolem and took like a single weekend to get there, so I didn't remember squat about it. Amalgolem is like my single fave boss in the whole series, so I just had to leave a file there. It's heavily skewed towards non-humans, and the bottom deck of the guild is just full of nigh-on unusable cross-classed horrors, like a Celestrian Pugilist and Therian Warlock.
EO2U
-Probably where Guild Cards are the most functionally useful. Lets you get the Grimoire Stones the attached character has on hand as many times as you can afford. Pretty nifty, as Grimoires are semi-random in spawning.
Skyquake
-So I didn't actually buy EO2U when it came out for a variety of factors, not least being unaware how different it was from the original EOII, my first EO game. So I've only started this and Untold I fairly recently.
Ironroot
-Holy Gift gives you extra experience, but each level costs twice as much to trade as the previous. That is, you need two level 3 Grimoires to get a level 4. Or 128 level 3s for a single level 10. So having a Guild Card with lowish level Holy Gift is actually pretty dang useful to have.
Untold
-Story Guild. Haven't… uh, haven't exactly been Motivated to do Story mode in Untold 2. On paper, I really dislike the team composition. In practice, hasn't been so bad, but still not enough to make me play them more than necessary.
Fellbloom
-Now legally required Evil Guild. Probably won't ever get past Chimaera.
EOU
-Unlike the sequel, Guild Cards don't let you choose what to get from the friend's Guild Card. You just get given a random Grimoire Stone once per playthrough per Guild Card. Kinda lame.
Untold
-Unlike later games, only one save file here, and the game nigh-on requires you to play through the Story Mode before doing Classic in NG+, so, that's where we sit.
EOIV
-First game to use QR codes. III had Guild Cards, but I don't know how you'd trade them. They do serve a purpose here; each Card gets given a random treasure, and having a Card lets you find that treasure in the overworld. Most are crap, but some are circumstantially useful, and some are permanent stat-boosts, IIRC. I don't think mine was very good…?
Zephyr
-Uh, EOIV had a glitch where your Ventured Days would go up dramatically every time you paused. I think it comes into affect if you ever do NG+. So I haven't actually played for 48 in-game years. Truth be told, now knowing of a way to back up save files, I am admittedly tempted to make a new EOIV playthrough, since it's been like a decade, but for my own sanity, I really probably shouldn't.
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Taxes, Taxes, Taxes-Chapter 21
Fandom: Supergirl
Characters: Kara Danvers, Clark Kent, Samantha Arias, Lena Luthor, Lillian Luthor, Ruby Arias, Oliver Queen, John Stewart, Diana Prince, Bruce Wayne, Barry Allen, J'onn J'onnz, Alfred Pennyworth, Lois Lane, Cat Grant, Lucy Lane, Damian Wayne, Felicity Smoak, Streaky the Supercat, Martha Kent, Selina Kyle, Talia Al Ghul, Lucius Fox
Summary: What if superheroes had to pay a property damage tax every time they had a fight in the city?
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20
Bruce rolled his eyes as he listened to the board members arguing in the background over the phone while he talked to his CFO Lucius Fox. They were trying to push a vote on expanding Wayne Enterprise to Canada. Most were for it. They just couldn’t agree on where the corporate headquarters should be. The places being thrown around were Toronto, Quebec City, Halifax, and Vancouver. Bruce honestly didn’t care about where they built, but his board members fought back that it was all about location, location, location.
Lucius sighed and said, “If it wasn’t for the fact that you pay me handsomely for this bullshit, I would have bailed on these idiots an hour ago.”
Bruce smirked and asked, “So it isn’t the box seat passes that I got you for the Giants’ games for the rest of the season?”
Lucius chuckled and said, “Oh, that definitely took the edge off.” Lucias paused for a moment and said, “What exactly do you want me to do with this stalemate they have about Canada? We tried holding a vote but ended up with equal votes for all the cities.”
Bruce rubbed his head for a moment and said, “Have one of the associates make out a proposal for the mayor of each of those respective cities. We know what we can offer in terms of job opportunities and increasing value to the city. See what the representatives can offer us in terms of tax breaks and things of that nature. Whoever offers us the best benefits is the one we go with.”
Lucius sighed and said, “This is why I wished you were here with us an hour ago. We could have ended the meeting in five minutes with an idea like that.”
Bruce chuckled and said, “I needed to be here for Damian. This is an important milestone for him.”
“Are you sure you are not using this as an excuse to get out of a board meeting? Disneyland was a weird choice, but I have seen you choose stranger places to avoid the Board.”
Bruce rolled his eyes and said, “Damian really did have a field trip for Disney. I wasn’t going to let him go by himself. The PTA already think I am an idiot and absentminded as it is….”
Lucius burst out laughing for a few minutes.
Bruce narrowed his eyes and asked, “What’s so funny?”
Lucius’ laugh started tapering off and said, “I’m sorry. I just never thought that you of all people would care what other people think. Imagine what your opposition in your second life would think.”
Bruce gave a deadpan stare and said, “Ha, Ha. Very funny.”
Lucius chuckled and said, “You know I’m kidding right?”
Bruce smiled coyly and said, “Sure you are.”
“Anyway, how is Damian taking to Disney? I’m sure it is different to the other eclectic things he has been exposed to in his childhood.”
Bruce sighed while rubbing the back of his head. He knew going to Disney would be a very foreign concept for his youngest, but he didn’t expect him to fight him the whole way. Or maybe it was wishful thinking. It would definitely explain the looks his other three boys gave him when he mentioned their trip. Dick and Jason just bursted out laughing at the suggestion and Tim started to do research into securing Damian an attorney in case he decided to burn the theme park down in vengeance.
Bruce shook his head and said, “Damian hasn’t taken too kindly being here. He has already pressed the panic button he has twice to try to get Tim to pick him up since he is with the Titans this week in California. When that didn’t work, he tried to ditch me to go back to the main road to hitchhike before I caught up with him.”
“Considering his other antics are you really surprised by this?”
Bruce sighed and said, “My three older boys have already indicated the same thing. I just want him to have people his age to associate with.”
Bruce looked out the corner of his eye and noticed Lena coming back with several Dole Whips.
While looking at her thoughtfully, Bruce said, “Lucius, if there isn’t anything else, I am going to have to call you back after I get back to Gotham on Monday.”
“Okay, hope things go better with Damian this weekend.”
“You and me both,” muttered Bruce under his breath as he hung up the phone.
He quickly changed his frown to a passive smile as Lena finally walked up to him.
Lena smiled and said while handing him a Dole Whip, “Damian and Kara wanted some. I got some for you in case you wanted one as well.”
Bruce gave her a blank stare. He knew that Kara trusted her implicitly, but he still had some nagging thoughts about her.
Lena chuckled nervously and said, “If you don’t want it, that is fine. I can just give it to Kara. She would probably be excited at the prospect of having two more.”
Bruce let out his charming smile which took Lena off guard for a moment.
Bruce said, “I would actually like to try some. Some of my employees have talked wonders about this so I am curious if it lives up to all the hype.”
Bruce took the cup from Lena. He began to eat. His eyebrow went up in surprise. He knew that this was similar to ice cream but this is the best ice cream that he has had in a while.
Lena smirked and said, “I take it this means that it far exceeded your expectations.”
Bruce chuckled and said, “Definitely.”
They stood in weird silence with one other. Bruce could tell that Lena kept nervously looking around. Probably wish that Kara would come back as quickly as possible. Originally, Bruce thought about keeping silent until his son and Kara came back but then saw it as an opportunity to get to know the girl. Clark hadn’t been too keen on anyone approaching Lena. Several veiled threats were made if anyone did. If asked, he could use this as an innocent run-in, although he can hear it now from Clark accusing him that it was planned.
He sighed and said, “Kara has said that you run a children’s hospital.”
Lena smiled and let out a sigh of relief and said, “Yes. I believe in the importance of getting children the best healthcare they could as possible no matter what the cost.”
“What caused you to want to focus on children’s health though?”
Lena looked up thoughtfully and said, “My niece Ruby inspired me actually. She was sick. Most doctors thought it was a cold or at most the flu and said with just over-the-counter medicine it would go away. However, she kept getting sicker and nothing was working. We went to doctor after doctor until one actually did their research and found out what was wrong with her and got her the treatment that she needed to get well. I don’t want any family to have to go through that. Being dismissed and thinking that your concerns aren’t valid. I wanted to have doctors look into everything instead of looking at what is most common. That is when I decided to scout for the best of the best in pediatrics and start my own hospital.”
Bruce gave her an insightful look. Many had regarded Lena using her hospital for nefarious purposes, but he has seen that the commercial that Kara and Lena did a couple of weeks back had changed the discourse around it. Now, more patients have been giving reviews and it has been overall positive. It was good to know that Lena created the hospital as a way to inspire change. Bruce was about to comment as such when he heard his phone ring again. He sighed and looked down and saw that Alfred was calling. He looked at Lena sheepishly and mouthed “One moment.”
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What I think about the new Witchsmp
1. All the players picks are so cool and I just noticed a few things
1- Scott got necromancy and Cleo has time, isn't it weird that Scott maybe have picked up on death from Cleo in Double life and Cleo was teamed with bdubd(Time King) in 3rd life
2- Joey is having some kind of mix of esmp1 Scott and Xornoth and I'm kinda digging it
3- Lauren is B R E A D, no more words needed
4- Love how Shubble took the fact her esmp2! Character says "she brings the rain from the swamp wherever she goes" and took that as her new characters power. Well done
5- Prisma character is basically a mer/fishfolk/ sea creature. Her being the water witch was no surprise, but I love it!
2. I kinda want Cleo to still be a zombie, even if she's the time witch, just because she and Scott are like death buddies. Yes I miss double life mean girls.
3. I like Prisma being here! She has come so far to even being on an smp with content creators! Well done Prisma you deserve it.
4. Shubble IMMEDIATELY wanted a toad familiar. I swear esmp2 is a big influence. But if she somehow finds a white toad and names it Turtle ib be down for that.
5. I feel like with Prisma being the water witch, she also coul be esmp1!Lizzies twin sister or cousin, they look very similar and the water theme isn't just a coincidence.
6. So, Eloise is the Illusion witch, and for some reason that reminds me of Hypno and a drama or theater kid.
7. This isn't the first time these people have been witches. Shubble and Joey were witches in One Life SMP, Shubble is a witch from Esmp2- it's like they've been planning this forever.
8. I want Cupcake to meet esmp1!Katherine, I think they get along.
9. Scott can never go two seconds without calling something cute, Shubble always has a bubbly fun personality, Lauren has a bread addiction, and Joey can't be in any smp without being the mean popular girl.
10. Alright, here's the idea, they have magic users, so if they get some type of animal to worship or used for worship, find a cult religion, blow something up, and get a villain, it's basically One Life, Empires season one and two again!!
#witchcraft smp#shubble#smajor95#soupforeloise#ihascupquake#joey graceffa#zombiecleo#laurenzside#prismarina#mcyt#new smp!!#my polls#Are you excited????#Can't believe im adding a new smp to my list
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“fitting a square peg into a square peg” or “and they both were tops”
chapter 5: the cat, in three parts
work rating: E
chapter rating: T
characters: John “Soap” MacTavish, Simon “Ghost” Riley, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick cameo, John Price cameo
Tags: Sexual Tension, terrible flirting, Masturbation, First Time Bottoming, Fantasizing
part 1
part 2
part 3
part 4
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PART 1: THE CAT THAT GOT THE CREAM
Remember that part where Soap wished Ghost’s big ass body would crush him to death? Right, scratch that, actually.
Call it what you want—post-nut clarity or crushing asphyxiation-induced hypoxemia, but the whole notion was kind of losing its charm. Soap was actually sort of shocked. Wanting some distance from Ghost? Unthinkable.
All the same, he did, though under the fight-or-flight response was the sweetness of being pressed so close, sweaty skin to sweaty skin, and Ghost was still in him.
Couldn’t fucking breathe, though.
He gave Ghost a moment or two to catch his breath, gentleman that he was, before tapping twice against his flank.
“Ghost,” he said, strained, when the massive body on top of him didn’t move. In fact, it hardly responded, just groaned a little. “Ghost, you’re crushing me.”
This seemed to light the fire under Ghost’s ass and all at once, the weight on top of him and inside of him was gone, leaving Soap shockingly free but also empty. “Fuck, sorry ‘bout that.”
“All good,” Soap said after ripping a couple deep breaths. With the oxygen returning to his brain, the reality of the situation hit him. He took inventory of the important bits:
- There was cum oozing down his ass
- It was Ghost’s cum
- Holy shit
- Ghost fucked him. Fucking hell.
- and Ghost was still there, panting, to the left of him.
Instead of addressing any of this, Soap decided to say something intelligent.
“Why do you have a bed in your office?”
“It works for me,” Ghost reasoned, not particularly pressed about it. He was still busy sucking air into his body. Fair enough.
“Right.”
Situation Inventory item number 1 was a new feature of the post-coital experience for Soap, and he felt a pang of remorse for all the sorry sods he’d placed in such a position. As Ghost was doing presently, he was used to just lying there, waiting for his soul to do a few laps around the room before rejoining his body, none the wiser that his partners were dripping uncomfortably below or to the side of him—he never left them waiting too long, but all the same, he wasn’t hip to how pressing the matter could be.
Maybe they were used to it or otherwise didn’t mind, but Soap wasn’t quite at that point in his Bottom Journey yet. “Do you have anything I can…” he glanced at his filthy body hoping it was enough to convey his need. For a handful of reasons, he didn’t really feel like bringing words to his leaking ass.
Ghost grunted—apparently his post-nut language of choice—before heaving his body up on a forearm to better survey the room. “I’ve got a shirt,” he offered after a moment or two. Charming.
“Alright, you wanna get it or would you prefer I drip around your office?”
“Fuck, Soap, need a second to catch my breath,” Ghost whined, rolling off the bed as requested nonetheless, like a naked, grumpy butler.
Soap smirked, “Thought I gave you plenty of time to recover. Can’t keep up, old man?”
PART 2: CURIOSITY KILLS THE CAT
A displeased noise crawled from Ghost’s throat as he tossed a shirt Soap’s way, and it was probably no accident that it landed perfectly across Soap’s face, the fucken arsehole. “I’m not old,” Ghost grumbled with averted eyes, sounding pissed, of course, but almost a little…bashful? How fucken sweet. He seemed to debate something internally before continuing, “that was just…”
Soap waited for the end of the sentence, but it never came. Speaking of “came” and its various conjugations, he took sick pleasure in wiping the cum from his arsecrack with his commanding officer’s tee shirt—a cherry on top of his most literal interpretation of “fuck authority” to date. He respected authority plenty, but he chafed at it all the same. “Aw, what, L.t.? Did I fuck you senseless?”
It was with the same reticence that Ghost eventually swallowed and told Soap to piss off, but the lack of heat made it easy for Soap to delude himself into believing that yes, he did fuck his Lieutenant senseless. Delusion though it may have been, it was a necessary one because Soap would’ve otherwise crawled out of his skin at the fragile, fawn-legged silence that followed.
Maybe Ghost needed space despite—or as a direct result—of all they had just done. That made sense. Soap played it casual as he quietly got dressed, as if he wasn’t a bit let down, as if he didn’t feel like a butterfly specimen on pins under Ghost’s eyes, which resolutely watched him in their peripheral, if at all. He was just as fucking cool, calm, and collected when he bid Ghost goodnight and shut the door behind him.
The first thing he did when he got to his room was hop in the shower to finish the job Ghost’s tee shirt couldn’t complete. Ah, the old shower. Another monument to this interesting history. He huffed a laugh, just to himself, when he reached between his legs like he had that first time, just for very different reasons.
“Good god, man,” he thought to himself, “get out of your head. You got what you wanted. Why are you acting so fucken bizarre?”
It’s not like he realistically expected any more than he’d gotten, and realistically, he’d gotten more than he expected. He just had the best lay of his life but was moping around because what? They didn’t cuddle afterwards? Pathetic.
Falling into bed afterwards was easy, falling into sleep was easy enough, too. His unease was fighting a losing battle against his sated and tired body. He spent those twilight moments thinking about cats, weird that it was.
He was the cat that got the cream (ha), but he couldn’t help but remember that curiosity also killed the cat.
On the other hand, satisfaction brought them back. And then that thing about their nine lives. All nonsensical bullshit of a half-wake brain but all the same fitting, fitting stuff because he was feeling like a complete and total pussy.
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Soap was actually rather proud of how he handled the post-shag days, and the good behavior wasn’t easily-earned. No, not by any stretch of the definition, but he was an SAS man, for christ’s sake, and that meant he was no stranger to self-discipline.
If he wasn’t, he would’ve avoided Ghost like the fucking plague which, coincidentally, he was very much tempted to do whenever he caught sight of Ghost’s hulking figure. Aptly fucking named, because the man made himself scarce as all hell, haunting the periphery of Soap’s existence.
Soap wasn’t sure how he wanted to categorize this.
On the one hand, he was pleased to not have to steel himself and strap a mask of normalcy to his sweaty face, but on the other hand, he wanted to take the awkwardness, hold it in his hands and squeeze until something came out of it—bitter or sweet, it didn’t matter.
All the same, he thought he handled the few moments of interaction with as much grace as one could. Like nothing had ever happened. Like he didn’t know how Ghost tasted or felt, or how he sounded when he came undone.
Even though Soap craved to, he knew better than to push this fragile, fragile issue. And god, did he want to push it.
If the pre-shag days were foreplay, this was edging, but if edging was fucking horrible and you were never sure if you were actually going to get off. Actually, no. This wasn’t edging, this was limbo. This was a dice roll, this was throwing cookies in the oven and hoping they came our delicious and not like hockey pucks, this was—fuck the terrible metaphors—excruciating.
Excruciating, just like how the day was shaping up. At Price’s behest, Soap would be running drills with Ghost. Terrific.
Soap took the news with nothing but collected normalcy, arrived at the training grounds with nothing but collected normalcy, and tried his best to greet Ghost with nothing but collected normalcy, but it came out a bit cockeyed, to be honest.
“Hey up, Ghost,” Soap said in what he aimed to be his typical, gregarious nature. But c’mon, what Scotsman says fucking hey up. In his defense, he was trying his very damnedest to not say “Hey, Ghost. Remember when you fucked my ass? Good times. Anyways, drills!” Soap did no such thing—a win in his book—but kicked himself for letting the cringe show on his expression.
Ghost’s face pinched in confusion, but he mercifully kept it minimal. “Morning, Sergeant,” he shot back, and ow, Sergeant? Rather stiff.
Thus concluded their idle chat for the day. Any other words they spared each other were direct, utilitarian, and absolutely boiling with unvoiced bullshit.
But not unnoticed. Like Soap, Ghost was stiffer than usual (impressive), and didn’t slip once in his stiffness from start to finish. By the end of the session, the recruits were aching for a shower, and Soap was aching for a cigarette. Or booze. He wasn’t feeling particularly picky.
Ultimately, the cigarette won out, if only for the social pressure against day drinking, and that’s how Soap found himself leaning against a sun-scraped wall on the base’s western face.
Despite the shite mood that had taken him hostage, he had to admit that it was a nice day. Real nice. Autumn had turned the saturation up on the sky, painting it azure, striking and endless against the reddening leaves on the horizon. It smelled like Autumn and like cigarettes, crisp and acrid, just as it did the day Soap took up smoking.
Him and a gaggle of chums he’d long since fallen out of contact with leaned up against a wall, feeling awfully grown up and cool. Soap often thought back to that day just because he found it so funny. He’d dedicated himself to a new vice just for the sake of looking cool, leading to an addiction that outlasted the friendships that brought him there as well as the desire to look cool.
He sucked in a drag and, holding it close in his chest, wondered if he was actually addicted to making stupid decisions. On the exhale, he decided that it was less stupidity and more impulsivity. It didn’t really matter, he thought as he flicked the ashes, because whatever the motivation, he was left to juggle the consequences all the same. And he didn’t really like those.
His wallet was all the lighter, his skin a bit duller, teeth yellower, scent shittier for all the packs he’d run through. Just for the sake of being the bad boy. He cursed his vanity and his cowardice because even in the safety of his mind, he didn’t want to admit that maybe hooking up with Ghost was another bead on his long necklace of mistakes.
The thought was there, he just didn’t want to let it into the spotlight. Didn’t want to make it real.
A half-brown, half-orange leaf fluttered clumsily into a puddle. “Same, brother,” Soap scoffed.
“Huh?” came the reply he wasn’t expecting.
“Whuh?”
“You said something,” noted Ghost as he rounded the corner in what would be an amble were he not so fucking stiff.
Soap shrugged, doing his best to keep his surprise and abject terror to himself. “Ah, just talking to myself.”
“‘M sorry you have such a shite audience,” Ghost joked in his own personal brand of casualness. He settled his back against the wall, too, leaving ample breathing room between their shoulders.
If it weren’t for the honking elephant in the room, it’d be sort of nice just standing there, drinking in the rare nice day.
Eventually Ghost tilted his head Soap’s way, eyes focused on some faraway tree. “Mind if I bum a fag?”
Soap snorted, “You gotta be joking me.” He closed his eyes and indulged himself another chuckle at the idiocy. Maybe it was a mistake to acknowledge the elephant, but Ghost seemed more at ease than he had in days, and the blue sky was making Soap feel brave.
Maybe it wasn’t a mistake, because Ghost started laughing, too.
“Thought you already did that,” Soap teased as he dug the pack from his pocket and offered it to Ghost once it was open.
Ghost reached for it but stopped short and hit Soap with a quizzical look, “Giving away your lucky?”
“Eh, it’s all superstition.”
“Then why flip it if it’s just superstition?” Ghost pocketed the empty pack once his cigarette was lit, and passed back the lighter that had rested within it. Soap pointedly didn’t gawk at the exposed portion of Ghost’s face as he palmed the lighter.
“Something to do,” Soap responded with a shrug, finding no better explanation. The lit end of his cigarette was creeping all too quickly to the filter, and he cursed his choice in cheap, fast-burning brands. Usually he was happy with a low-commitment smoke, but now… Now he was a bit distraught to see his excuse for enjoying a surprisingly normal moment with Ghost literally smolder into ash. The silence was less awkward if it could be chalked up to their mouths being occupied by other pursuits.
Soap angled the tip of his cigarette upwards to slow its burn, to buy just a few more seconds. If he was going to say something, the time to do so was visibly running out. Awkward things like these were harder to address the longer they’d had to linger.
So he took a decisive drag and counted down from 3…
2…
1…
fuck it.
PART 3: THE CAT HAS NINE LIVES
“Can we cut the bullshit?” Soap said on an exhale. Ghost finally looked at him and Soap didn’t see anything like surprise in his eyes. “I just want to make sure we’re…cool. You know, don’t want to let anything get in the way of what we have to do.”
Ghost took it in, took another drag and nodded. “Cool,” he mused with a half-hearted smirk that spoke to surrender.
Soap rolled his eyes. “I know I’m no fucking Shakespeare, Ghost. Leave it out.”
“Thank fuck you aren’t.” And there was that look of surrender again. “I’m solid,” Ghost eventually said, “I’m solid if you are.”
“So solid you treat me like a leper? What was that about?” Soap responded, but not unkindly. He was well aware of the awkwardness, having experienced it himself and all, and without Ghost’s emotional… issues, at that.
The whisper of breeze-swept leaves filled the empty space as Ghost considered his words. “I was thinking.”
“Of?”
“I don’t know,” Ghost said around a mouth of smoke. “How to not fuck this up?”
“Friendly tip: don’t avoid me next time,” Soap offered, crushing the spent butt under his boot. He pressed off the wall, brave lad he was, and faced Ghost. “Because I do want a next time. If you’d have me.”
“I would,” Ghost said simply, finding confidence somewhere in Soap’s words. Soap couldn’t help but grin and look terribly corny, but he could sense Ghost had more to say, and so he left the silence hanging, free to take. If not then, then eventually. “I think not knowing—I think that’s what held me back.”
Weightless. Soap felt weightless. He shifted in his boots to remind himself of the solid earth beneath him, but he felt too buoyant to ground down. He was addicted to impulsivity, after all. So that’s why he stepped to crowd in Ghost’s space, to pluck the half-smoked cigarette from his cold fingers, to hold his gaze and then break it, to eye up those soft-parted lips. “So we’re cool, then?”
Soap hardly felt cut down when Ghost rolled his eyes, heaved out a long-suffering sigh. Maybe he would’ve if it didn’t feel so fond, and what did that matter when Ghost tilted his chin up, a slight invitation to claim what he was so clearly seeking. And who was Soap to deny a vice?
Impulsive but not idiotic, Soap kissed Ghost for just a moment, and it was enough. Enough, at least, to drive a stake through the heart of his worries. Enough to even remotely satisfy his desires? Absolutely not.
But it would have to do.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Soap said, stepping back only enough for the scene to look less suspicious. Visibility be damned, he wanted to jump Ghost’s bones.
“God, you’re fucking insufferable. Yes.” Ghost said, and then a mischievous look spreading across the exposed features of his face.
“What?”
“I said I’d have you,” he began, voice strained slightly as he pushed off the wall to leaned in next to Soap’s ear. The next words were a whisper, “and I’ve done some experimenting, too. How would you like having me?”
BUT SATISFACTION BROUGHT HIM BACK
-fin-
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The Babysitter (a Last of Us fic) pt. 7
Title: The Babysitter
Fandom: The Last of Us
Rating: Mature
Characters & Pairings: Joel Miller x Reader
Word Count: ~1,900
Summary: The inevitable storm
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7(below cut)
Fall
You woke alone one morning. The air was cool and crisp without the warmth of Joel’s body in the bed beside you as your nose was assaulted by the most horrific smell. You wrapped yourself in a blanket and wandered out to the front room where Tommy and Joel were preparing a simple breakfast.
“What on earth is that stench?” You covered your nose with the blanket.
Tommy and Joel exchanged confused looks.
“The oatmeal?” Joel said skeptically.
You sniffed the air, following your nose closer and closer to the wood burning stove. You sniffed the pot of oatmeal, then lifted the lid of the stovetop percolator.
“Oh my god, that’s disgusting,” you said, backing away from the horrid smell.
“What are you talking about?” Joel grumbled, rising from the chair to examine the pot. “It’s coffee.”
“Are you sure it’s not rancid,” you warned.
It was a serious accusation. You had tried to persuade him to try the bitter tea you made with weeds from the garden, but Joel would accept no substitute. He was very proud of the coffee beans he had managed to trade for on his last trip to Richmond and hoarded them like gold.
“Smells fine,” Joel said while you yanked on one of the half-stuck window panes, eager to get some fresh air.
You locked eyes with Tommy from across the room as he looked you over appraisingly.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” Tommy said.
“What?” Joel said, replacing the lid on the coffee pot protectively.
“She’s fucking pregnant!”
“What?” you forced a laugh. “No. No way.”
Sure, your jeans had gotten a little tight, but that was easily explained by the fact that you were finally eating better and your body was eager to restore some weight.
“Are you sure?” Joel asked, the color had drained from his face.
“I think so,” you stammered.
You could see him doing the mental math. You tried to be careful, but condoms were hard to come by and Joel wasn’t as young as he once was. He didn’t always have the most accurate assessment of his staying power.
“When was the last time you,” Joel swallowed and you watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat. “You know–” He gestured vaguely toward your crotch, unable to conjure the word.
You had to think back. You had certainly spotted for a few days here and there, but a bona fide period?
“Maybe three…four months,” the implication sinking in as you said the words out loud.
Could you really be entering the second trimester? You thought you would have noticed something was happening by now. When you first got to Virginia you had been so sick, maybe it had masked the early symptoms. At three months your unborn baby had a tiny heart and lungs, hands and feet, you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of a little life taking shape inside you.
“Jesus.” Joel sank into one of the kitchen chairs as Tommy paced the room.
It was a bit of a shock and you felt guilty for not realizing it sooner. You worried that the occasional shot of corn whiskey you took when you had trouble sleeping could have hurt the baby. You had always wanted to be a mom. Not like this, of course, but this was the only life you were ever going to get. You had a home, a garden, you were doing a hell of a lot better than most. You didn’t feel scared; you felt peaceful.
“Are you happy?” Tommy shouted, tearing you out of your reverie. “Are you fucking happy, now?”
“Tommy,” you said sternly, Joel still too stunned to reply.
“You’re a goddamn idiot, you know that, Joel,” Tommy continued. “What happened to Sarah wasn’t your fault, but this sure as hell is. You fucking killed her, Joel. That’s on you.”
“Tommy!” You shrieked. “That is not fair!”
“You two want to play happy family, that’s fine,” he snapped at you, grabbing for the rifle at the door. “I’m out of here.”
“Tommy!”
You shed your wooly blanket in favor of one of the heavy flannels in the laundry basket on the table and pulled on your boots at the door to race after Tommy. He was already half-way up the hillside when you caught up to him.
“Don’t you run away from me!” you called, struggling to keep up. “You were way out of line back there.”
“I’m the one who’s out of line?” Tommy stopped in his tracks and turned on you.
“You’ve got no right to talk to Joel like that,” you said, panting with exertion. “You think I didn’t know this could happen? I said yes. I was terrified of what would happen if I didn’t. But it was my choice. If you want to be mad at someone, be mad at me.”
“I am responsible for you, Sweetpea,” Tommy said. “Don’t you dare say I’m not. I’ve been responsible for you since the day I put you in the back of my truck.”
Tommy raked one hand down his face in agitation as you stood in stunned silence.
“My whole life, I’ve made the wrong choice,” he said. “I wanted to be a hero, but all I did was make things worse. But not with you. You were the one good thing I’ve ever done. If anything happens to you…”
You had come to see Tommy as the protective older brother you had always dreamed of when things got bad at home. You were the older sister, you had to be the responsible one, but all you wanted was someone who looked out for you, who was always on your side. You hadn’t realized Tommy saw you in a similar light–the younger brother eager to prove himself, yearning for someone to look up to him.
“Nothing is going to happen to me,” you said, reaching for his hand. “Tommy. There’s a lot I can’t do. I’m not a fighter or a hunter, but I can do this. I can be a mom. I know it won’t be easy, but it’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
“Shit,” Tommy breathed, leaning against a nearby oak.
Tommy stood there quietly for a long moment. You marveled at how much he had changed. Whereas Joel had changed all at once, in one horrible, awful moment, Tommy had matured over the years from the volatile hothead to the steady, protective man who stood with you today.
“Come back to the house,” you urged.
“Not yet,” Tommy said. “I’m too angry. I’ll just say something I’ll regret. You go on, I’ll watch you get down the hill.”
You could feel something inside you shifting as well, like a caterpillar spinning its chrysalis, preparing for a new life. You weren’t a child anymore. You were learning the skills you had a talent for: foraging and gardening, fixing and mending. You weren’t squeamish–whether it was butchering or stitching up a wound–that was important. You were going to be a mother.
“Just be careful.” It was beginning to get darker earlier, and although you all knew the mountain well enough by now, you still had to be careful about straying too far from home after nightfall.
By the time you made it back to the house, Joel was dressed and had a bag packed, the coffee still on the stove now smelled more burnt than sour and you knew it was serious.
“Where are you going?” you asked, already exhausted from chasing down Tommy and in no mood to deal with the other Miller brother’s temper.
“Richmond, I guess,” Joel said, not meeting your eyes. “Figure out how to get you un-pregnant.”
“No. Absolutely not.” A wave of nausea washed over you. “Not an option.”
“We don’t have an option, Sweetpea! There’s no prenatal care out here, no hospitals–”
“Women have been giving birth for thousands of years without hospitals–”
“And they died, Sweetpea. You could die. I’m not going to let that happen.”
As much as the preachers and politicians back home liked to rage about abortion, you had never quite bought that it was any of their business. You didn’t like the idea of abortion, to you every child was a blessing, but you understood why some women made that decision. The truth was, Joel and Tommy were right. You could die. In the very least you would suffer more than you cared to think about, but this was your baby and you weren’t giving them up without a fight.
“And what? You think you’re gonna find a nice lady to hold my hand at Planned Parenthood? You think I don’t know about the way the world is, but I’ve seen it, Joel. It’s a hot wire and excruciating pain and infection and horror. And I will be damned before I let anyone do that to me.”
“You really want to bring a child into this world? After–after what happened…”
When Joel finally turned to you, you couldn’t quite place the look on his face. From the tone of his voice you thought he must be angry. But he wasn’t angry, not really. He was scared. He was sad.
“Joel.”
As angry as you were with him for even suggesting you throw away this God-given gift, you went to him, held your arms out to him and he leaned hard against you.
“Shh,” you tried to sooth him, swaying from side to side. He let you move him although he was so much bigger than you, so much stronger. Right now he needed your strength and reassurance.
“I can’t,” he held you tight. You felt something wet against your cheek. “I can’t…”
“I know,” you sighed.
As much as you hurt from losing Sarah, you knew Joel hurt worse than you could imagine. But this was the first time he had allowed you to really see his grief. Perhaps it was the first time he had allowed himself to really feel it.
“I think about her, too, every day,” you admitted. “She should be here. And it’s awful that she’s not. It’s horrible and it’s wrong and I’m sorry. I’m sorry for what you went through and I’m sorry I couldn’t protect her. You’re her father, but it was my job to look after her, too.”
You could feel each of Joel’s fingers digging into the backs of your arms as he gripped you tighter. It was the first time you had spoken aloud of that day, as if speaking it could possibly make it more real.
“It wasn’t your fault,” Joel said, the words coming out stilted and careful. “Not your fault.”
You understood then that in his own way Joel did love you. Maybe not the way you would have liked, or even in the way you thought you deserved, but it was something. Right now that was enough.
“It’s nobody’s fault but the bastard who was so scared he had to shoot a little girl, and Tommy killed him so there’s noone left to blame beside ourselves,” you struggled to choke back your own tears long enough to get the words out. “It sucks. It just sucks, but I think we have to forgive ourselves. We have to have hope.”
This baby wouldn’t replace Sarah, how could they, but maybe it would start to fill the hole she had left in your lives. A reason to keep going.
Baby's First Taglist: @stilllivindue2spite, @amethystwonders11, @teacupcollectorr, @jbaby2, @flyingmushroomsss, @boysddontcry, @cated18, @sunnycamm
#joel miller x reader#the last of us smut#the last of us fanfiction#the last of us hbo#the last of us#joel miller#pedro pascal#tlou#tlou hbo
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I saw that other ask about Zuko ending up firelord in LIAB and I'd just like to add on to that my thoughts abt it in the original show-
was it just me or did it feel really out of character for Iroh to try and push Zuko into a major leadership role at 16?? Like how did he possibly think that was a good idea, what with all the seriously heavy burdens that it would bring on to Zuko? Not to mention Zuko has had barely any chance to be a regular teenager for a second throughout the show, what with the 3 year banishment and then he's immediately pushed to be firelord..
Also the fact that firelord feels really unfitting for Zuko?? He's shown to not be a good leader. I feel like coming out of a 3 year banishment and awful childhood I don't think he'd want to be surrounded by constant reminders of his abusive father and not to mention be in the same role his *abusive father* was in...
Sorry for the impromptu and slightly incomprehensible rant... this is still one of my biggest gripes in the show. Btw your writing is wonderful and im so excited for the next chapter of LIAB! Have a great day :D
Hiiii!! (here is another impromptu & very incomprehensible rant)
I think Zuko would have been a good fire lord if he was given the proper training & support. But I have to say I think it was completely in character for iroh to do that to Zuko…
I enjoy iroh but I think his character is EXTREMELY flawed & his way of helping zuko develop from a young angry hurt 13 year old boy could have been handled a lot better. Yeah yeah he isn’t zukos dad but he signed up to mentor and be there for Zuko so he could have mentored him a little more. (a lot more - I don’t think is was likely Zuko had any growth from 13-16 because he was pretty awful at season 1 and disrespected everyone including iroh and was in so much denial about his situation it was SCARY)
I could go on & on about iroh and his missed opportunities with zuko but I think irohs “Zuko will overcome and he is good inside” way of thinking is what prompted him to plop his teenage nephew on that throne even though he was like 3 days into his redemption (ok yeah it was maybe a month? Idk but not very long). The anger, sadness, self doubt, unhealthy coping mechanisms were all still there - but iroh is very…. ‘He’s got this I believe in him’
Even if it means zukos going to struggle and stumble over himself and work extra hard to try and be a good leader with (let’s face it) almost no healthy leadership experience. (5 minutes into being aangs fire bending trainer he is yelling at him. his idea of how to get aang to take training more seriously is to attack him - yeah let’s give him a fucking country! Yiiipeeeeeeee)
If iroh cared about Zuko he would hang up his tea uniform, take his RIGHTFUL place as fire lord and have Zuko become his crowned prince and start learning how to be fire lord while UNCLEEEEE took the initial burden of becoming fire lord right after the war. But nahhhh let’s invent boba or whatever he was fucking doing in BSS
*deep breath* sorry… I promise I LIKE iroh… I just….. DISAGREE with his methods.
Sorry about my rant anon haha
#(but iroh deserves to retire - blah blah blah -#NO! you get your dragon of the west ass back in the FN & finish this the right way)#I don’t even understand how that works out#did iroh think because he liberated BSS from the FN he could stay??#did he get a pardon??#where’s zukos community service?!#kid burned down kyoshi island he needs to go clean that up#idc if it’s already cleaned up making him sweep the dojo and polish uniforms#sorry anon I appreciate your ask#but yeah irohs whole method with Zuko is just… yeah#it’s ok to be a LITTLE more assertive when it’s for their own good#if a child is wandering close to the edge of a cliff do you#a. say - ‘child do you believe the path you are taking will lead you to safety or peril?’#b. yell - ‘ARE YOU TRYING TO DIE?! GET AWAY FROM THAT LEDGE!’#c. snatch his ass up so fast and plop him down in a safe area and then go over the dangers of CLIFFS#I’m going to go with c… but that’s just me#you’re the best anon have a great day#yippiieeee glad you’re liking liab!!!#can’t wait for some zukka next chapter:):):)#ask#liab
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Writing Patterns
Rules: List the first line of your last 10 fics and see if there’s a pattern!
WHOOPS sorry @onetwistedmiracle this took me a billion years (9 days) to do, the passage of time is simply not real to me. See twisted's post here and read her stuff, it's good. I will follow her lead and also pic ten fics that I wrote by myself, just to try and keep things easier lol
I'm bad at tagging people because this account is a side blog and I really only talk to twisted on it (is this an invitation to talk to me? Maybe! But please don't be offended if it takes me 9 days to reply), but if you want to examine your own writing style, consider this a lazy tag.
The last ten fics I wrote were for Critical Role and Star Wars (I miss you Check! Please, eventually I work work more on mine and twisted's collab fic and see you again)
1: You could be the one that I love, And now I'm standin' here, hopin' it gets to you
Molly had the feeling that so long as Caleb Widogast’s hand was on the small of his back, he could do anything.
Part 9 in my Molly/Caleb/Essek threesome fic, spicy but they're IN LOVE. I do love to start with a character thought/name.
2: I'm in new territory, somehow, it kinda feels like home
“What?” Padme said, her voice feeling hollow in her own chest.
A rare gen fic for me, I usually write explicit, but this was a fun prequel AU because I love to turn tragedies into opportunities. I also love to start with dialogue, just get RIGHT into things. It's also a short sentence, idk why.
3: Oh, if it's real, if it's sweet
“I’ve made a mistake,” Anakin said, and Luke sighed.
Another teen rating, can you believe I built my AO3 page on writing porn? More dialogue, I just think it's funny. And a short sentence!
4: Wherever you are, we are seeing the same stars
The day after Anakin left, Shmi almost sold C-3PO.
Surprise, it's dialogue AND a short sentence. Am I a two-trick pony? Maybe! Check out this kick flip!
5: Feeling like a face in the crowd
What Molly liked most about Essek and Caleb’s house—besides the fact that they lived in it and he, like, loved them—was just how many nooks and crannies it had.
This is the longest starting sentence thus far, maybe the longest starting sentence ever for one of my fics LOL I usually leave the run-ons for a third of the way through. And it's not dialogue! Shocker! This is also part 8 of my threesome purple wizard series, so the foundation has been laid and I could get a little weird with it?
6: All we got is us now
Ahsoka hadn’t spent a lot of time with Leia Organa.
We're back on the short train with a character driven statement. This is also part 5 of my pretty places series, so, again, there could be something to the already established aspect of it, or nothing at all!
7: Look how you made me
“Jester has questions,” Fjord said with a sigh.
Dialogue, but this time it's not from the POV character. I'm not doing a very good job analyzing things, but I am having a good time.
8: A message in a bottle is all I can do, Standin' here, hopin' it gets to you
Caleb Widoghast and Essek Thelyss lived very different lives from Mollymauk Tealeaf.
Character driven thought! Writing is hard, okay, and you gotta start somewhere. Definitive statements and dialogue are nice jumping off points.
9: I'm reaching for you
The first time Molly had sex with Caleb and Essek, he called himself an Uber right after.
This one is earlier on in the threesome series; timeline-wise it's like...the second story? 1.5 technically, since it happens mid first story? But I wrote it fifth, so. Establishment theory does or doesn't gain traction here, I don't think I know what I'm saying anymore.
10: 'Cause you could be the one that I love, I could be the one that you dream of
“What’re you thinking about?” Caleb asked, drawing his thumb across Molly’s temple, winding a purple curl between his fingers.
And we're back on our dialogue train! Dialogue starters, my beloved.
I don't know that we (I) learned anything, but it was fun to wander back through my most recent fics. Hopefully this will inspire me to write more fanfiction, but right now I am DEEP in the trenches of my own dungeons and dragons character, so. It's gonna be a minute.
XOXO
#sunny writes things#fanfiction#first lines#writing patterns#critical role#idk the molly/caleb/essek ship name so just pretend I tagged that#star wars#dinluke
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Do you ever find yourself slightly resentful of how fanon DC has completely overtaken canon DC? I like fanon most of the time but it is so difficult now to find stories that are based in canon. Batman stories are by far the worst offender.
I'm not 100% sure if you're referring to the fact that a lot of recent stories in the comics are pretty ooc or if you mean fic, but based on the last few days of asks, I'm going to assume you're referring to fandom works specifically. And the answer honestly is yes.
I in general have complicated feelings towards fanon. While certain types of fanon can actually create stories that are more complex - for example most of the Spider-Man fandom has pretty much accepted that Peter is Jewish and has depression and anxiety - or even just make for pretty fun concepts - I just love stalker!Tim okay I don't know what to tell you, or purring!Spider-People!! - the vast majority of fanon is mostly really flat characterization or actively damaging. Going back to Spidey, pretty much every bit of MCU!Spidey fanon is fucking awful. And yeah, a lot of Batfam fanon, especially surrounding Jason - is really fucking awful.
I think it's fine for fanon to exist, but the fact that it so often overwhelms the actual canon stories means that sometimes canon gets actually rewritten in people's minds. Like the people who've been in my inbox recently asking me if pit madness is actually a thing - because if you've had minimal contact with canon, how the fuck are you even supposed to know it isn't? It's so rare to come across a fic that doesn't bring it up, even as a sidenote, and when it doesn't, it's not like it's an active mention that pit madness doesn't exist - it's just there. And it's such a damaging piece of fanon, I know I keep bringing it up but it's because I have to, it's really harmful, especially since it's basically NEVER given a trigger warning. But there's also other annoying fanon - Cass as a perfect angel or Steph being reduced to a waffle fan and Tim to a coffee addict and nothing else and erasing Dick's canonical anger issues entirely, which is maybe my favorite character trait of his (although this one can also be blamed partially on Tom Taylor's terribly ooc writing of the character in the current Nightwing run...).
And the thing is yeah, sometimes we read fic purely for the escaping and the fluff, but I know a lot of us are looking for angst and hurt/comfort and fics that take themes (whether from canon or not) seriously, and it's really frustrating how difficult they are to find. I much prefer a fic that takes Dick's trauma seriously than one that relegates him to supportive older brother only. I much prefer a fic that wrestles with Bruce's inability to love Jason the way Jason wants him to and the physical abuse he's inflicted on his children than one where he's perfect and never done anything wrong. Yeah, I don't mind reading stuff for fun where there's never been anything wrong ever in the batfam. But I'm also low-key upset that my second most kudos'd fic ever is the stupid ooc batfam 5+1 I wrote in an hour. I'd much rather people read hang on which verges on character study and has, you know, themes and stuff. Also parallels, which if you've noticed my tags, are like, my favorite thing.
So yeah, I do dislike the fact that fanon has overwhelming taken over so many fandoms, and especially since batman has become my main fandom over the past few months due to brainrot, I'd love if people took these characters seriously, damnit. But this is what happens when a fandom is so majorly comprised of people who outright admit to have never read a comic in their life.
#dc#batfam#fic#fanon#fandom#fandom meta#spiderman#anti mcu#as usual#marvel#marvel comics#god I really need people to start treating batfam members as complex people especially dick and cass#also if you're unfamiliar with the tag I referenced here it is#parallels are like my favorite thing#gail speaks#ask#anonymous
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YOOOOOOO!!!! GRACE AUGUSTINE HAD A NA’VI DAUGHTER!!!!!
Hear me out!!! Avatar: The Way of Water trailer, the Na’vi girl swimming underwater, we have been told officially that she is Kiri, Jake and Naytiri’s ADOPTED daughter. Now in both the trailer and this official pic of her (the one below) you can see she has eyebrows, 5 toes, and 5 fingers/4 fingers 1 thumb!
These are traits shared ONLY by avatar bodies that have inherited these attributes from their human counter parts DNA. So not only is she part human is some form and yet is not biologically related to Jake, she is also PLAYED BY SIGOURNEY WEAVER!!! AND, again in the pic she is watching a video log of Grace, to me this implies she has a connection with Grace. All this, along with the fact she seams as fascinated with botany and plants in the trailer as Grace was, I am calling it, Grace had a daughter with a Na’vi. I would say most likely before Grace’s school was shut down, especially as Kiri is noted as being the eldest of her siblings. Avatar 2 is said to be 14 years after the first movie, Grace’s school shut down 2 years before the start of the first movie, meaning if Grace had her before the school closed she would be a MINIMUM of 16 years old, she is only noted so far as being a teenager so this is certainly a possibility.
It would also make a lot of sense, Grace became so close to the clan, put 10 years of her life into the school and living with the Omaticaya, the idea of her meeting someone and having a child in secret is not unsurprising (I mean tbh it’s not like the Na’vi have birth control!) Yo, Jake got hitched in 3 months so 10 years it is more inevitable than speculative considering that! And seriously has she ever been one to ‘follow the rules’ her moto from day 1 was ‘fuck the RDA’ so I doubt she’d be second guessing if she met someone in the tribe.
It also makes sense as to why she so desperately wanted to get back to the clan, yes she wanted to see them again but she also wanted to see Kiri. I’d imagine only she and the father knew of the child so most likely to keep her safe they decided Kiri be raised in the clan with her father, probably telling a lie of ‘she’s adopted’ or ‘her mother died’ so no one knew it was Grace. If she’s now the adopted child of Jake and Neytiri then I’d imagine the father died during the battle at the tree of souls, whether they know she’s related to Grace or not I’m unsure. Maybe it was even a case of they raised Kiri in secret until the shooting at the school, in the panic when Grace was getting all the kids out she new it wasn’t safe for Kiri anymore so took her along with the other children back to home tree.
Which ever scenario it is, her biology, the scene cinematography with the new character played by Sigourney Weaver WATCHING the old character played by Sigourney Weaver, personality similarities, physical similarities, timelines adding up, I’m convinced on this one. Kiri is someone how, one way or another, related to Grace Augustine, and I believe she is her daughter.
#I AM SO CONVINCED WITH THIS ONE!!!#avatar#the way of the water avatar#theory#grace and kiri#avatar 2#james cameron#Kiri#grace augustine#na’vi#sigourney weaver#avatar the way of water
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Rating: 1/5
Book Blurb: “No one builds worlds like Melissa Marr.” ―Charlaine Harris, New York Times bestselling author
The Magicians meets One Last Stop in this brand-new fantasy romance Remedial Magic, about an unassuming librarian who 1) has fallen in love with a powerful witch; 2) has discovered that she is a witch; and 3) must attend magical community college to learn how to save her new world from complete destruction by New York Times bestselling author Melissa Marr!
Ellie loves working in her local library in the small town of Ligonier. She loves baking scones and investigating the mysterious and captivating in her spare time. And there is nothing more mysterious and captivating than the intriguingly beautiful, too properly dressed woman sipping tea in her library who has appeared as if out of nowhere. The pull between them is undeniable, and Ellie is not sure that she wants to resist.
Prospero, a powerful witch from the magical land of Crenshaw, is often accused of being… ruthless in her goals and ambitions. But she is driven to save her dying homeland, and a prophecy tells her that Ellie is the key. Unbeknownst to Ellie, her powers have not yet awakened. But all of that is about to change.
Review:
Three people, thrown into a world of magic and forced to go to witch college all the while deal with relationship drama, new powers, and no escape. This story is told in about 6 POVS and the three main characters are Ellie ( a local librarian who lives a cozy life), Maggie (a lawyer who is trying to escape her abusive ex and save her son), and Dan (a guy who went hiking and was dying of cancer but has a second chance at life). Ellie meets Prospero, a mysterious woman who kisses her ( Prospero was going to kill her but decided not to, she was sent to retrieve Ellie because there was a prophecy about Ellie saving the magic world). Maggie gets into a car crash that was planned by her husband that would have killed her and her son but her magic awakened when she saved them both only for her to be whisked away by the handsome Sondre, the headmaster of the witch college, and Dan awakens after a hiking accident at the witch college. Ellie is excited about the prospect of having magic and falling for the beautiful woman who kissed her. Maggie wants nothing more than to escape and go back to her son, but that wont stop her from sleeping with Sondre. Dan refuses to leave, he wants to stay at witch college forever. All the while witches are dying from a mysterious disease and the Ellie has to solve the prophecy. This book was a if you took three drops of paint and put it into water, muddy, all over the place, and lacking any clear distinction and the end product is just something that is unclear and not pretty. Initially I was so excited to read this book but it immediately fell flat, and I kept pushing myself to finish it and the fact that this is the first book in the series is a big no thank you, especially with how this book went. I definitely will not be continuing this series. This book starts off abruptly and is all over the place, the characters all lacked depth and actual interesting aspects to them, the world building felt nonexistent, and cohesive story where? The book doesn't really feel like much is happening and for a book that was advertised as The Magicians meets One Last Stop, it gave neither to me and I enjoyed both of those books. This book was not for me, and unfortunately I should have DNF'ed by the second chapter because it just kept dragging on and I just was left disappointed by the end. This one is not for me and if you like magic school and relationship drama then give it a go, I guess, maybe you'll have a better time with it than I did.
*SPOILER* The ending itself was just not it ( the fact that Maggie is forced into a marriage and to have her and her sons minds warped and she has to obey Sondre while Ellie is forced into marriage and mindwipe by Prospero all the while Dan ( who barely even had any personality or characterization throughout the book and really did NOTHING, seriously go on Dan, give me nothing) gets to just enjoy life. I felt ick, just so much ick,
*Thanks Netgalley and Tor Publishing Group, Bramble for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*
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