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ziracona · 9 months

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Given how your ideal Myers is based on the H20 version, have you looked up the tie in comics? I'm not saying you're depiction is wrong, but in those he's worse than ever. He does stuff like spiking kids' candy with razor blades, killing an entire family, torturing Loomis' friend to death, cutting out a man's tongue, and burying a girl alive. You can argue it's non canon, but that is still inexcusably evil. Mike may not be as bad as some other killers, but he's still capable of heinous shit.

I really don’t know why you keep asking me this kind of thing. My answer isn’t going to change. If it’s non-canon, why would it matter if it’s inexcusably evil? It wouldn’t apply to the canon character if it’s not canon. One version of him being capable of heinous actions, doesn’t mean they all are. Every canon version of The Joker is The Joker, but The Killing Joke’s universe’s Joker is unrecognizably a different character than Telltale Batman’s Joker. That’s just how media with alternate versions of characters work. I know he does inexcusably evil things in many Halloween timelines. But even when it comes to canon, being canon in one timeline, is not canon in every timeline. Even officially licensed tie-ins aren’t often the exact same timeline. IE Terminator’s novelization, but several parts canonically cannot happen in the timeline of the film, despite it being generally faithful, because they directly contradict time and actions that happen on-screen. Ergo, the novelization and the movie are parallel, but still separate timelines. What is true of Halloween Kills Michael, is not true of comic Michael, is not true of DbD Michael, is not true of H20 Michael. What one does doesn’t affect my perception of other versions, canonically separated, of the same character.

Even when it comes to closer media, like comics, where incredibly different takes on characters are ‘canon’ at the same time, it is and always has been commonly accepted and expected fandom rhetoric, that it’s impossible to judge a character for every single thing they’ve ever been written to do, especially since so many versions of them by hundreds of different writers, contradict each other. And it’s impossible for basically everyone to consume all the content anyway. So some people will like characters someone else despises, and often not because they’re wildly different types of fans, but because they read wildly different versions of the character first, and that became true canon to them. It’s just kind of how it has to work. I will forever despise Wolverine, because I read classic X-Men and he was a shithead and he murdered one of my favorites in cold blood for no reason, and had the gall to be sanctimonious about it. But I don’t expect someone whose mental version of Logan is contemporary Logan, or the films, or X-Men Evo, to feel the same as me.

That logic applies infinitely more to things like Halloween, where there are like 10 canonically acknowledged timelines going. Would I hate OG Star Trek Uhura if the version of her in the JJ Abrams movie did something awful? No. It’s not the same person. Does Tom Holland Spidey affect how I feel about Toby Maguire? It doesn’t matter if some versions of him are awful, and despicable, when it comes to me liking or sympathizing with another. If you were introduced to him in a way that made you hate not just that one, but every version, and will always feel so, or even if it wasn’t a different Michael, but you have a personal reason? —I was buddies with someone who hated him forever because of their own brother, and personal experience—that’s valid. Feel free to never change. But it doesn’t make my interpretation wrong. Mine isn’t. And I don’t need to change mine either.

One of the most important things to remember both in fandom and film criticism, is it’s entirely possible for multiple people with opposing views to both be right (or wrong) simultaneously. What is harmful genuinely to some heals others. Mulholland Drive is both homophobic for demonizing its Lesbian’s love and burying your gays like 4 times, and it has value in queer cinema for being a film about Lesbians center stage that has mattered to some. Even if you don’t like that I feel how I do, because you feel very different, it doesn’t make me wrong. Please stop messaging me to try and get me to change my mind; it both is never going to happen, and genuinely objectively doesn’t need to. And you don’t need it to. You don’t have to care at all what I think or how I feel about this if you don’t want to. I have no power over how you need to think or feel about him yourself. Only over myself and what I think and care for and will create.

#ask #unclejellyfish #michael myers

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palant1r · 2 years

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I've seen a bit of Discourse recently about Edgeworth exposing Adrian's suicide attempt in a very callous way during Farewell My Turnabout and wanted to throw my two cents in.

So, there are a few things I see said about this moment, some contradicting, some said together

-Edgeworth did the right thing here

-This was a really shitty thing for Edgeworth to do

-Edgeworth was projecting

-This is bad writing

And like. What Edgeworth did to Adrian during 2-4 was shitty, yeah. It was cruel and callous, and makes the player wince.

It's also one of my favorite pieces of Edgeworth character writing in that case.

Like, guys. Edgeworth is a deeply flawed person. I feel like we as a fandom sometimes forget that he's not a wholesome character. This dude sent plenty of innocent people to the gallows without a second thought. He spent years letting his childhood trauma push him into a vindictive pursuit of guilty verdicts. And he's also a major asshole. He doesn't know how to talk to people or deal with his own emotions, and his moral code pinwheels wildly between whoever he trusts the most — first his father, then Manfred, then Phoenix.

Edgeworth's redemption doesn't magically make him a kind person overnight, and that's a good thing. Farewell My Turnabout is only our second trial against post-redemption Edgeworth, and our first after Edgeworth's gay little self-discovery Europe trip. It would have felt incredibly jarring and disingenuous for Edgeworth to have completely changed in his absence, especially since so much of his character development is tied to Phoenix.

It makes perfect sense for him to still be a bit of a cruel shithead in court. Because he hasn't become a fundamentally different person. He just focuses on the truth instead of guilty verdicts. And there's some beauty in that — in realizing that, no matter the corrupting or purifying influences, there are aspects of Edgeworth that remain constant, both good and bad.

As a final touch, Edgeworth's cruelty to Adrian also helps us get some good Franziska character development. It makes us realize how, in contrast, Franziska is actually very kind to witnesses. Out of all the prosecutors, I'd argue Franziska cares the most about the witnesses and the trauma they experienced. And that wouldn't be as obvious if we didn't see Edgeworth's total disregard for them.

#andy rambles #ace attorney

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gemlinz · 3 years

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Fulcrum ch. 4 - Roadblock (Levi x f!Reader)

Summary: It was a cruel world, she knew. She also knew better than to ask for more than her lot: being a full time barmaid and a part time thief. She helped where she could, bitterly accepted where she could not. Feared the monsters lurking outside the walls. But still - being near him, taking in his strength, his resolve - she couldn't help but hope for more. For herself. For him. For humanity.

Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Mention of Child Abuse

| CH 1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4 |

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He almost doesn’t recognize her at first, in the light of day. Usually, their meetings were at night, and she was dressed for work; be it barmaid or spy. Now though, she’s wearing civilian clothes, hair done up and neat. He can also see the defined muscles of her arms through her shawl, becoming more honed as the weeks of training go on.

The location is also unexpected- a small out of the way tea shop. It also happened to be the only one that carried his preferred brand, so he’d frequent whenever leave allowed.

F/N’s talking to the owner at the counter when he enters, not noticing him. Whatever it is must be interesting, neither of them look up at the bell.

Gritting his teeth at the sight of her, he hangs back. Let her dig her grave first.

“This one?” She points to a jar filled with loose leaves, “How long should it steep for?”

The shopkeep nods along, “That's the one - you’ll want to steep it in boiling water for 3 minutes, longer for a more mature taste.”

At her hesitation, the old man prompts with a twinkle in his eye, “It’s one of our most popular - sure to please any suitor.”

She scrambled to catch her wallet, almost dropping it in surprise.

“Oh- Oh no, nothing like that!” From behind, Levi could only see the tips of her ears glow red. His stomach clenched at the thought of the endearing blush that was probably spreading across the bridge of her nose. All for show as she continued to stutter out her cover story, “It's for a, um, friend - I work at a bar, you see…”

“You serve tea….at a bar?” The owner replied, skeptical.

F/N nodded frantically, ready to double down.

“She serves shitty tea at a bar.” Levi corrected, watching her violently startle at his voice.

“Levi!” The owner admonishes, recognizing him immediately, “You know you’re one of my favorite customers, but you can't talk to a lady like that.”

She had whipped around the second he spoke, eyes wide. Levi wasn’t buying it for a second.

Roughly grabbing her arm, he shouted over his shoulder, “She ain’t no lady, old man.” to the protesting shop owner as he forcibly dragged her outside.

“Pick another mark.” He deadpanned once they were outside, throwing her away from him. Passerby's nervously shot them looks.

She stared at him for a beat, comprehending his words as she rubbed at where he had grabbed her with a wince. Something like hurt crossed her face before quickly turning to rage.

“Fuck you, Levi.” Her eyes blazed, and Levi raised a brow at her tone; he was used to her short temper, but she was usually smarter than to direct it at him. He chalked it up to fear. “I wasn’t going to rob him. I was…” Her anger trailed off as she scrambled to explain, flushing. “Well, I was, um..”

“Convincing,” he snorted, “Get the hell out of here before I turn you in. This shop’s off limits.”

She could only stare at him. Finding only condemnation and disgust in his eyes, she clenched her jaw and nodded.

Eyes hard, she sent him one more glare before turning on her heel and all but storming down the street, fists clenched tightly at her side.

The Captain's eyes narrowed at her retreating back until she turned a corner. Once she was out of sight, he went back in; he still needed his tea.

“Yo, old man. I’ll have my-”

“Levi!” The old man started accusingly, “You can’t just scare aware my customers like that!”

“She wasn’t going to buy anything,” he scoffed, “She was casing you.” At the blank look, he continued, "That woman's a known thief, she was going to steal from you.”

“Oh,” The old man deflated, taken aback “She seemed so earnest, too. With a face like that, I really believed her.”

Levi hummed, “Yeah. I’m sure she came in with some bullshit story. While you helped her, she looked for weaknesses. Maybe even figured out where you keep your cash.”

“Yes, yes, she did have a story, now that you mention it.” The old man nodded, putting it together, “Said she was looking for a brew for a thank you gift. She seemed odd, but I thought she was just embarrassed to be buying tea for a suitor.”

Levi paused at that, then shook it off, squashing the thought.

“Yeah, any friends she has don’t drink tea. You got scammed, old man.”

Sighing, the shopkeeper shook his head.

“Such a shame. People these days, no honor.” Moving back behind the counter, he continued, “But let me get you your regular - discounted, for your help.”

“Not necessary, but I wont say no. Thanks.”

A week later and he found himself back at Louis’ pub, sitting in the same disgusting corner.

It was early - there were only a few men sitting down, getting a head start on the night.

Levi was staring so hard in disgust at the crumbs littering the table that he didn’t hear her come up until she cleared her throat.

If he was anyone else, he would have jumped. Never before had someone been able to sneak up on him.

She didn’t miss his miniscule flinch though, and her eyebrows hit her hairline. He scowled.

“Tea.” He bit out.

“We’re out,” she said with no inflection and offering no further explanation.

He stared.

“How the fuck can you be out? Don’t you keep inventory or some shit?”

“Well,” F/N began, suddenly not meeting his eyes, “I went to go get more but I was unable to.”

“You were unable to?” He deadpanned.

When she remained silently staring at the wall beside his head, he scoffed out something like a laugh.

“Yeah, I ain’t buying it. You expect me to believe that you were actually at that tea shop to buy tea? Bullshit - whatever swill you were serving me before definitely didn’t come from that shop.”

“Believe whatever you want, we still don’t have any tea.” Her face gave away nothing and Levi sighed, rubbing at his brow. Whatever she was playing at was going to give him a migraine.

“Fine.” He bit out, “I’ll take an ale. Make sure the glass is clean, or I’ll send it back.”

Brushing off his warning, she walked away to get his order. He eyed her back wearily - something was off, but he couldn’t pin it on what. She was pissed, sure, but at what? Because he ruined her heist on the tea shop? That was pennies to what Erwin was paying her, she needed to get over it.

So what was it? Did he hurt her pride? She was a good thief, a fantastic spy - what could robbing an unassuming store add to her reputation?

Could she really have been…?

No, he cut himself off. She was a thief, plain and simple. She didn’t need another reason to steal.

Even as he thought it, his mind was already contradicting himself. She was a thief - but so was he, not too long ago. Worse than that, actually. Isabel and Farlan had been too.

And despite their initial meeting, she wasn’t as awful as some people he knew. She was becoming almost tolerable, even. Though her cleaning skills were abysmal.

That played to his benefit though, as he used the ritualistic cleaning of the pub to clear his head, especially after a particularly shitty expedition. It also helped not being alone with the memories of his dead comrades. And F/N let him, oftentimes staying up much later than she would have otherwise.

Not out of the goodness of her heart, Levi reminded himself. He wasn’t an idiot - he saw her intentionally mucking up her cleanup to try and goad him into doing it for her. Not that it ever stopped him.

Their spy was also surprisingly receptive to training - she caught on quick, and only complained when he was particularly brutal. Even after only a few weeks, he was having a harder and harder time landing a hit on her - granted in a real fight she’d still be severely outmatched, but still. Any disadvantage he could give their enemies, he would.

Sighing, he watched her make her way back to him, ale in hand.

“Here you are,” she said, placing it down with a forced smile. Showmanship for any onlookers. “Anything else, sir?”

He narrowed his eyes. Her fake sweetness always made him want to gag.

“Sit.” He commanded, kicking the chair across from him out.

Her eyes widened, though her smile didn’t drop.

“U-um,” She stuttered, moving her eyes to the other customers, “Are you sure that's-”

Rolling his eyes he nodded at the chair before commanding again, more sternly, “Sit.”

Immediately she sat, ankles crossed and not looking at him. Satisfied, Levi reached for his pocket, pausing only briefly when he saw her start shaking.

She was still scared of him, he realized. He supposed that was fair - he did threaten to slit her throat. Still -

“It’s fine. You’re just sweet talking a customer for a higher tip, no one will look twice. You need to relax before some shithead gets the wrong idea.” He pulled the letter out of his pocket slowly, letting her see clearly what it was before sliding it across to her. She visibly relaxed.

“It's from our mutual friend,” He clarified, unnecessarily, “We’re going out of town for a few weeks. He has a job for you in the meantime.”

“Out of town,” She nodded, understanding, “Got it. I’ll get what I can.” She slid the letter into her apron and stood, hesitating.

“Something else?” He asked, perturbed, taking a sip of his ale before grimacing at the taste.

She shot him one last look of irritation, then returned to serving the rest of her customers. She wouldn’t stop by his table again until he had left.

As she cleared it off for the next guest, she smiled to herself at the generous stack of bills left under his half empty glass.

The job Erwin had for her was pretty easy, skill wise. She had surveyed the property a few days prior, and she didn’t foresee any real challenge - security was weak, and the guards were overpaid noble brats. What's more, the mark literally had a ledger filled with his illegal dealings, shoddily hidden in a false drawer of his desk. It would be suspicious if it wasn’t typical - the rich and powerful always thought they were untouchable.

However, as she copied down key transactions F/N quickly realized that this job was actually devastatingly hard - among other things, they were selling people - children, specifically.

With a rock in her gut, she re-read the log entry as memories hit her like a brick wall. Trying to slow her harsh breathing, she dug crescent shaped cuts into her palms with her nails. The pain brought her back to the present.

Swallowing hard, the young thief had barely made it out of the estate after copying the remaining logs. The urge to destroy this monster was strong, and she’d start with this gaudy eyesore of a castle he had made off his sales. She could almost smell the smoke, could almost hear the crackle and pop as it burned to the ground.

The threat of Erwin turning her into the MPs when suspicions grew at why this particular merchant was targeted was the only thing stopping her.

Wasn’t going to stop her from strongly urging Erwin to do something about it in her report though.

As she made her way back home, F/N felt drained. This mission was done late - so late that it was early. A night owl by nature, that fact didn’t bother her - but the quiet meant her mind kept journeying to the fringes of her memory, despite her best efforts at distraction. Her fist clenched in anger, hissing as she aggravated the cuts on her hands.

The rich and powerful were used to getting what they wanted, no matter how fucked up it was. She was living proof of that.

The pub was dark when she arrived, Louis having closed on his own hours ago. She took out her keys to unlock the back door.

“Oi.”

The keys fell to the grime covered ground as she jumped. The loud exhale behind her could have been mistaken for a laugh if she didn’t know better.

“Would you-!” She shouted, wincing at her volume in the quiet alley. Voice dropping to a whisper she continued no less angry “Would you stop doing that?”

He was leaning against the wall, out of uniform but in a cloak with the hood pulled up. She couldn’t see his face but she could feel the smirk.

“I’m here for your report.” His voice betrayed nothing, and it grated on her.

“Well, it's not done yet - I just got back.” Pausing, she added, “You’re not supposed to be back until tomorrow. Did the expedition end early?”

He was silent for a moment more before kicking off the wall, starting towards her. She took a few steps back in alarm, but froze when he picked up her keys and held them up to her.

“Yes. I’ll wait while you write it.” When she remained still, he gestured the keys to the door, waiting expectantly.

Rolling her eyes, she snatched them out of his hand, unlocking the door and letting them both into the dark bar.

Once they were both inside, F/N lit a lantern, heading towards the front. Taking one of the stacked chairs off the table and righting it, she sat.

Levi, for all his big talk, looked lost now that he was inside. He stood like a statue by the door to the back as she took out her notebook.

She tried ignoring him for a bit, but eventually grew agitated as she felt her anxiety spike at his looming presence.

“Would you sit down?” She asked, annoyed. She regretted it almost immediately, eyes darting back to her report.

He raised an eyebrow and she thought he would refuse - perhaps even violently, if their past was anything to go by - but eventually he sighed and righted one of the chairs at her table, sitting. He undid his cloak and tossed it on the chair behind him.

It was an improvement, no matter how small, and F/N could feel herself relax.

Now she just had to write a report to Erwin detailing a child slave ring without losing her shit.

She wrote down the basics; who, where, when - but felt her mind blank on the what.

Levi noticed the hesitation immediately.

“That bad?” He asked suddenly, and she almost dropped the pen at the suddenness of his question.

“Am I that obvious?” She sighed tiredly, leaning back in her chair rubbing at her face.

He snorted.

“For a spy, you have a shit poker face.” Levi paused, before leaning towards her, “What did you find?”

“Not a spy - just a thief.” She answered automatically, eying him warily. Biting her lip, she debated telling him, not sure how much Erwin wanted him to know.

But, then again, Erwin did have him restrain and beat her, so…

F/N flipped the notebook open to her copies of the ledger, sliding it over to him. The thought of saying it aloud made her want to vomit.

Levi eyed her for only a second more before turning the notebook to read. He made it about two entries before his face twisted in disgust.

“Fuck.” He cursed, pushing the notebook away from him. He stood up suddenly, and it was a testament to how tired she was that F/N didn’t even look up.

Hearing the clink of bottles, she watched him dig around the bar before setting an open whiskey bottle in front of her.

F/N met his gaze as he sat back down with his own glass, already filled with the amber liquor.

“No glass for me?” She asked.

“Last time I saw you drink, you seemed to prefer going straight to the source.” He nodded towards the bottle, downing his glass.

She stiffened at the memory. It had been seconds before he tried to shoot her. And then succeeded in breaking her nose. Fortunately for him, she was too tired right now to be anything but grateful for something to dull her mind.

Taking up the bottle, she took a long pull before setting it back on the table loudly.

They were silent for a moment, Levi helping himself to another pour. F/N took another drink.

She could feel him studying her.

“This bothers you.” It wasn’t a question.

“Child slavery bothers me, asshole, yes. Obviously.” She snapped back, stubbornly looking away. Sometimes it still stung how lowly he thought of her.

“No,” He continued, slowly, “This bothers you. It’s personal.”

F/N felt her entire body go rigid, hand clasped tightly around the whiskey bottle.

Levi’s grey eyes took it in, nodding once to himself as if he had his answer.

It was quiet for a moment. F/N took another pull of the liquor and steeled her nerves, picking up her pen once again.

She wrote the details in a clinical manner, the whiskey making her memories a bit hazier. It helped. Levi didn’t ask anymore questions.

When she finished, she sealed it and slid it across the table to him. She held it firm when he made to grab it.

At his raised eyebrow, she took a breath, not meeting his eyes.

“Tell me Erwin will do something.” Her voice was quiet, but carried weight. “Tell me that even if it doesn’t fit the Corps agenda, he won’t-” She swallowed, “He won't let them get away with this.”

Levi sighed, then set his jaw.

“That’s not our call to make.”

Shock loosened her grip enough for him to pry the report from under her fingers. He tucked it into his jacket, eyeing her warily.

Her stunned silence lasted only for a moment more before rage gave way.

“So, what, we just let them get away with it?” She was standing now, the chair falling loudly behind her, “What about the kids, Levi? Do you know what they do-” She cut herself off suddenly, a look of horror on her face as she found herself caught in her own memories.

“Do you know what they do to them?” She began again, breathing heavily, eyes unfocused, “Whatever you’re picturing, it's worse, it's literal hell, and they don’t get it - they’re too young to understand why it's happening to them - and they can’t defend themselves. And you’re telling me that for all his big hero talk that Erwin could turn his back on them...?”

She was ranting now, but Levi let her get it out before countering, “Whatever he decides, he’ll have his reasons.”

F/N slammed her hand down on the table, the whiskey bottle toppling over and spilling on the impact. His hand inched towards his knife on instinct.

“That's not good enough! You think the kids they’re brutalizing give a shit about his reasons!?”

“You need to calm down.” He ordered. “Sit back down.”

She jammed a finger in his face, towering over where he still remained seated.

“I will not calm down - fuck Erwin for using the lives of children as a bargaining chip and fuck you for letting him. If you won’t do something, then I’ll-”

F/N cut off in a gasp when he suddenly grabbed the wrist of the hand currently in his face and used it to lay her flat onto the table, arm twisted behind her. It was a frustratingly familiar position, and she saw red at her own weakness. Whiskey soaked her shirt as she tried to fight him off. He waited patiently while she raged against him, his strength not letting up. When she finally tired, breathing heavily and eyes still furious, he leaned in close, voice a menacing whisper from behind her.

“You’ll do what, F/N?” He wasn’t taunting, but his voice was uncompromising, “Storm the castle, play at being the hero again? At best you'll get yourself killed. At worst, you compromise the Corp, compromise Erwin. If you do something against what he orders, he’ll have me kill you. Or send you to the MPs, and then you’ll wish I did. This isn’t a game, and we have exactly zero say in how this plays out. Do you understand?”

When he could still see the murder in her eyes, he sighed before easing his grip up, just slightly.

“Look - I get what this means to you. And I understand the consequences if Erwin chooses not to act on this information. For what it's worth - I’ll lobby for the end of this scumbag, in the most painful ways I can imagine. But I need you to trust Erwin-” when he felt her tense again, ready to fight, he tried again, “I need you to trust me. Can you do that?”

There was a long silence. Then F/N let her head rest fully against the table, looking away. She nodded in defeat.

“Good.” He stood up, pulling her with him and helping steady her. She rubbed her wrist where bruises were already starting to form.

“I need to head out. Can I trust you to not be an idiot until I get back?” He asked, dusting his coat off and fastening his cloak. When she didn’t answer, he shot her a warning look, frustration evident. “I don’t want to hurt you F/N, but you won’t enjoy it if I need to leave you a reminder.”

The young woman flinched at the threat, but nodded joltingly. “Yeah I got it, Captain.” She spit out.

Levi frowned, but could see she was taking this seriously; her fear left a bad taste in his mouth, but if the end result was her compliance, he’d take it.

“Good. Get some rest - I’ll be back when we have a new mark.” He called over his shoulder, leaving through the back and out into the night.

As soon as she heard the door close behind him, she collapsed to the floor, stifling her sobs into her hand.

#levi x reader #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi #reader insert #fanfiction #gem writes

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pr0misejm · 5 years

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{tagged by @rosytteok } im bored so lets get it babey

favorite season: idk how to describe it but like the transition between spring and summer when its not too hot but its still beautiful outside and the flowers are blooming

hair color: light brown

favorite animals: dogs because my boo boo tucker is the chunkiest sweetest boy eVer

favorite fictional characters: oOoh uh all of the characters from howl’s moving castle, the main three from strong girl bong soon (yeah they’re people but they’re not Real snsnsn), and carswell thorne aka the biggest shithead but also a softie from the lunar chronicles

do you have a crush on tumblr?: YEAH @yoonsgiggle I WUV U

played any sports: i mean like..... i did track...... but thats it lol

describe yourself in aesthetic: oh girl...... im a contradiction so i vary between soft pretty things (soft pastels, picnics, the ocean when it sparkles in the sunlight, those aesthetic pictures of uneaten food that literally look so good) and grungy shit (streetwear, late nights out, the stars in the countryside where you can see them so clearly, tattoos, piercings)

put your playlist on shuffle and list the first five (four but i didn't count lol) songs: i have So many playlists so i’ll just do my k-pop one -- piece of peace by our hope, our angel, try again by d.ear and jaehyun, touch by nct 127, tempo by exo, begin by bunny boy

ever had a song or poem written about you?: lmao nOpe

when was the last time you played air guitar?: probably 10 minutes ago are u kidding

celebrity crush?: besides the Obvious (the love of my life park jimbleton), I rlly like tom holland, dylan o’brien, park hyungsik, jisoo, zendaya..... hell yeah

what sounds do you hate? love?: i deTest the sound of forks scraping against teeth, the sound of drills and the train whistle, and i love soft pianos, haechan’s beautiful high notes in beautiful time, my best friends laughter, and the wind in the trees

do you believe in ghosts?: hell yeah babey, my best friend is the shane to my ryan

do you believe in aliens?: yeah !! if we exist here and theres hundreds of other galaxies, why wouldn't there be some kind of extraterrestrial life?

do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?: yeeah and no thank goodness

what’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?: uhhhhhhhhh????? maybe when i pulled my hamstring after running the 200 in track???

do you like the smell of gasoline?: sometimes yes actually which is weird

do you have any obsessions right now?: besides the obvious (literally a blog dedicated to what im obsessed with), ive been re-watching a bunch of jenna marbles, I've been getting a little more into fashion, and theres this youtuber that i like named ondo and she has these real cute vlogs that she does and idk its cute and i love it

do you hold grudges?: it kind of depends ?? like it really depends on the situation

alright bröthers let us go and esketit @yoonsgiggle @sjtual @mikrokosmo @birthofvcnus @rainyymaybe @lumarkle @trash-tzar

#kaydn talks too much #im literally just doing this to distract myself at this point lol #n e weighs lets Get It

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danwritestuff · 6 years

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Tagged by @sorbriquette and putting it in my so-called writing blog cuz i keep anything related to writing here

1. How did you begin writing? Uhhmm, I’ve always been a daydreamer and it was my Coping Mechanism(tm). So naturally, I’ve always wanted to write about weird shits I think about. Most of the time, though, I end up just imagining things and never get to writing it. I wasn’t really good at writing in my own language (Korean) and then I’ve gotten into writing in English (my second language) and found out I write BETTER in English lmao.

2. What was your first writing project? Tell us a little about it. I started writing when I was around 13 or so. Never really got to write a full story and it was in Korean (I hate writing in Korean). I began RPing in tumblr since late 2012/early 2013 which is when I got into writing in English. I did wrote a short novel for a class in 2014 and I wrote a long fanfic in 2013 or something. Also wrote a screenplay once.

Not going into details because I am ashamed. I try not to think about my past writings.

3. What is your preferred medium for writing first drafts? MS Words. I just like formatting and spelling everything correct too much.

4. What rituals or habits do you have around writing? Um, I have a weird habit of writing a word ‘d’ and deleting it repeatedly when I’m not sure what to write. I make weird facial expressions too.

5. We all have a “type”– of character, plot, theme– what is yours? Plot-wise, most of my stories involve a theme of ‘HUMANS ARE DUMB BUT THEY ARE ALSO AMAZING’ which has to do with my perpetual disdain for the humanity at the same time my self-contradicting love for humane shits. I love stories that involve... humans choosing something absolutely stupid that makes no sense, just because they are human.

As for characters, I try to write everyone as different as possible. Not sure if I’m successful at that. Though my favorites are either: dumbass characters who are well-meaning and goodhearted but at the same time morally ambiguous, one of those idiots who are like a ray of sunshine but will also fuck you up if you hurt someone they love; or ‘average’ or ‘mediocre’ characters (like, skills or power-wise) surrounded by extraordinary people.

6. Introduce us to one (or more!) of your OC’s. I have a problem of writing too many characters but here goes the main characters in a series I’m trying (and failing) to write:

- Rafael: My dumbass son (kind of jobless) who eloped with his fiance from his home, a secluded temple where he spend all of his life in. Proper and polite to a fault. Oblivious to human malice and sometimes dumb because this is the first time in his life in the civilization. Incredibly lucky, though he doesn’t notice it. Has a voice like an angel but doesn’t like to sing. He refuses to carry any type of weaponry but doesn’t mind beating the shit out of assholes because “God gave us fists so that we can punch bad people.” - Emmy: Technically not my OC cuz my friend @kyaarin created her but she lets me write her. A young Mage/engineer who wants to be successful. Grew up on streets taking care of orphans like her so she is like a big sister to everyone. Friendly and gets along with everyone except assholes to whom she can be a bit vicious. Energetic and kind of hotheaded. Smart and logical most of the time but when she is pissed she just goes off and does something stupid without thinking of the consequences. - Terra: Technically not my OC (by @kyaarin) 2. An assassin/spy who is also like a private detective. Was from a rich family but she left her family to be free. Got into troubles on her own so she got into being a hit woman. She is either your best friend or your worst enemy. Quiet and observant. Doesn’t like to act before knowing EVERYTHING about what she is getting herself into. Doesn’t care how long it takes to get what she wants, or what price she would pay for that. Is out to revenge her friend ultimately. - Lance: A Knight (basically a magehunter in this world) who hates magic. He kills mages because he believes that would make the world a better place. So definitely a shithead which is inexcusable. He KNOWS that he is a mass murderer and there will be CONSEQUENCES but at the same time he believes it’s necessary to do what he does. Snarky asshole. Dogged workaholic and reckless, mostly because Knights in this world are sorta OP. Also financially unstable af because he gets sued a lot.

7. What’s your favorite genre to read? Ummm, I like fantasy and sci-fi but I also just like regular fictions. I have a really specific taste in books and it’s hard to find those.

8. Your favorite genre to write? Anything fantasy or sci-fi. I really like world building.

9. How do you conduct your authorial research? Google is your friend. I might have spent way too much time on that because I am obsessive.

10. What does your editing (gasp) process look like? Mm... I rewrite 1834931041 times while my first draft (which is a horrible habit and I write really slow thanks to that). I reread to check and then I get it to friends and get feedbacks by chapters.

11. What are your favorite tropes? Mm.. Idk I really like characters being asked to hand in their weapons several times because they have so many hidden weapons. Also love non-human characters (like robots or AI or something else) beginning to understand or becoming humans?

12. Show off your writing space. I don’t have one ‘cause my life is a mess.

13. What is the most useful piece of writing advice you’ve ever used? “Sit your ass down and just write.”

I mean, it all comes down to writing constantly and regularly I believe, which I struggle with (because I work better with deadlines). But I think that is as good as it gets with writing advice. Like? Everyone writes differently and there ain’t one formula for that? Step off of your high horse and throw your ‘don’t use this kind of expression/phrase/structure’ over a cliff.

14. What is the least useful piece of writing advice you’ve ever ignored? Any advice that has to do with fancy “alternative” vocabulary.

Like... it’s not about which words you use to decorate your sentence. It’s about the content. I find the best sentences convey strong emotions or meanings and that doesn’t always have to do with which words are used. Write as you feel and if what you feel is “that asshole of a man said some bullshits” then go with it.

15. Your writing beverage/snack of choice? Coffee? Though I feel like I work better when my needs are deprived.

16. How do you compile your ideas? Writing blogs, some memos. I have a huge Google document that has world building information in it. I think it’s about 40 pages long and I’m not even done.

17. What are your controversial opinions ™ on the craft of writing? I’m not sure if I have a controversial opinion on writing... Maybe “you can’t separate real worlds or yourself from the fictions”? Wherever and whenever your story takes place in, it is written by you, so it is bound to reflect YOUR world view. You are the storyteller, so you can’t just say “It’s just a story”. It’s not. You are writing what you want to write about and if it’s problematic, then you gotta do some reality check.

Tagging: @eva-writes @darklingsea @rjwrites @proserpinewrites @wiscowrites @ashlaaaywrites @viirgowrites and anyone who wants to do this

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Red Face Mask

Summary: Steve is over at your house to watch a movie with Dustin when he walks in on you dancing without you realizing it.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson! Reader

Word Count: 1,188

Author’s Note: this is my first post on tumblr so please don’t be too harsh on me. i promise it will get better over time. P.S. comments make me so happy and i love feedback.

Warnings: Language

You didn’t hear the knock on the door or the frantic ringing of the doorbell that followed the knock, you were too busy getting ready for Steve to come over. Dustin had told you an hour ago that Steve was coming and you were elated. You hum happily and nonchalantly apply your favorite face mask as love songs play on the stereo in your room. Little did you know that the very boy you were getting ready for was the one pounding impatiently at the door.

You got dragged into the whole Upside Down mess a couple of months ago. You were looking for Mews only to find her bloody carcass on the floor of Dustin’s room. After tracking down Dustin in front of the Wheeler house and asking him to explain what the hell happened to your mother’s beloved cat, the next thing you knew, a bouquet of red roses was pushed into your hands by Dustin as he demanded that you and Steve help him with catching Dart.

You always thought that Steve was a douche. Especially when he and his disgusting friends wrote all the terrible things about Nancy at the movie theater. You didn’t want to fall for Steve, but how could you help yourself? Seeing Steve going above and beyond to protect you and the kids, you couldn’t help but foster a crush on him. In the little amount of time that you and Steve were helping the party find Dart and stop him and his slimy comrades, you had managed to see the soft side of him, the side you fell head over heels for.

You slowly migrate to your bedroom Dustin practically flies to the door, wishing the irritating ringing would stop.

“You dipshit! Don’t you have any patience?” Dustin says as he opens the door

“No, I don’t. It’s cold outside and I like to be warm.” Steve says walking inside

“Maybe I want you to freeze.”

Steve sticks up his middle finger as he walks into the kitchen to open the box of pizza sitting on the counter. Dustin rolls his eyes and runs to his room to find the VHS of the movie he rented to watch that night. Grabbing the pizza, Steve notices something he had never noticed before, it was a beautiful picture of Y/N laughing with Dustin in the kitchen, standing over a tray of cookies, covered in flour.

God, can anyone look that beautiful covered in flour and sticky dough?

Steve couldn’t remember when he fell for Y/N. Maybe it was when she rammed one of Steve’s bats into a Demodog’s head in order to protect everyone. Maybe it was when she immediately ran to the kids, to check if they were ok. Maybe it was when she stepped in front of Steve protectively as Billy Hargrove shouted their names, walking up to Will’s house. All he knew was that he fell for Y/N Henderson and he fell hard. She is the strongest, smartest, kindest, most awesome girl that Steve has ever known. Ok maybe it’s a little cheesy but he can’t help but get cheesy when it comes to Y/N.

“Sure Steve, eat my sister’s pizza, it’s not like she’ll completely flip if she sees that a slice is gone,” Dustin said sarcastically, breaking Steve out of his trance.

“Wait. Y-Y/N is here?” Steve says, immediately looking around for Y/N.

“This is her house too you dumbass.”

Oh y-yeah, sometimes I forget that you two are related.”

“Why, is it cause I’m ten times cooler than she will ever be?” Dustin says popping the non-existent collar of his shirt.

Steve scoffs, ready to contradict Dustin’s statement, but before he can, Dustin interrupts him.

“She’s watching the movie with us by the way. Just in case you need proof of her existence.”

“Sh-She is?”

“Do I need to repeat myself? This is her house too. She said she didn’t have anything to do this weekend so I asked her if she wanted to join, she said yes.”

Oh, God. No no no no. Y/N can’t join us. I’m not ready. Do I look ok? How’s my hair? Dammit, where’s the bathroom?!

“Is there a bathroom I can use?” Steve asks, more flustered than he has ever been

“Uh, you’ve been to my house, what, 9 times in the past month and you don’t know where the bathroom is?”

“Down the hall to my right. Yeah sorry, I forgot for a second.”

Steve rushes to the bathroom, praying that Dustin still has his Farrah Fawcett spray. As Steve frantically gropes at his hair, he hears music emanating from somewhere. Slowly, he walks out of the bathroom and further into the hall. He passes Dustin’s dimly lit room and realizes the music is coming from Y/N’s room. Approaching the room with extreme caution, Steve peers into his crush’s room. What he sees only furthers the depth of his crush on Y/N.

There you are, eyes closed, hands gripping onto an invisible dance partner, waltzing around your room. A soft smile is plastered on Steve’s face as he watches you cutely dance around your room, a red face mask on your face.

As the song progresses, you start to sing along to the song, imagining Steve gripping onto your waist as you hold onto his shoulder and hand. Just as the song comes to a slow stop, you hear Dustin scream from downstairs for Steve to come to the living room. Steve? Your eyes pop open and you are filled with instant regret.

There is a startled Steve Harrington standing at your door, his head turned towards the living room.

“I’m fucking coming!” Steve yells

Oh my goodness. What do I do? Steve is at my door. I’m wearing a baggy shirt and a red face mask. I look disgusting. Wait. Did he see me dancing? Shit shit shit. Hide Y/N. Hide.

Embarrassed as hell, you dive onto the floor, hidden by your bed. You grab the wet towel resting on your bed and hurriedly wipe the red face mask of your face and undo the bun resting atop your head.

“Y/N? Y/N? Where did you go.” You hear Steve call out to you.

Oh God. He probably thinks I’m the weirdest person ever.

“Here. Hey Steve.” You stand reluctantly as you hesitantly wave at the adorable boy leaning against your door.

“Why did you take off the face mask? I really liked it.” he says, the smirk growing on his lips.

“You saw me dancing, didn’t you? I’m really weird, I kn-”

“I think you’re a great dancer Y/N. Actually, I regret not asking you to da-”

“The movie is starting shitheads!” you hear Dustin holler from the couch.

“You’re going to join us for the movie right?”

“Yeah, just let me fix myself, I’ll be right there.”

You let out a sigh as Steve winks and walks away from your room. The second, you move to go and properly wash the face mask off your face, Steve pops right back into your room.

“For your information Y/N, you looked fucking adorable in the red face mask.”

#steve harrington #steve x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x henderson! reader #henderson!reader #steve harrington fic #dustin henderson #stranger things #stranger things 2 #stranger things imagine

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Human Qualification- Chapter 7

September 19

Chapter 7 is here! This time featuring your favorite, Nakahara Chuuya (obviously)!

As always, thank you to @missmizpah @gracieuxetoile and @deathly-oreos for beta-reading!

Summary: To slowly lose all your functions until you are nothing but a trapped mind in a deteriorated shell, that’s what it means to be ‘No Longer Human.’

This chapter can also be found on Ao3 here. Without further ado, please enjoy!

“I’m sorry, Chuuya,” Dazai muttered inaudibly as he watched an endless supply of enemies filter out from their hiding spots. There were supposed to be less than 30 of them according to Dazai’s intel, yet like a hydra, after the initial body was blown up, they respawned in greater numbers.

“What the fuck is this, Dazai?!” Chuuya gritted his teeth as he pulled out his knife. “I thought you said thirty.”

“I thought there’d be thirty.” Dazai shrugged. In the back of his mind, he ran through all his plans, all his sources, all his conclusions, looking for an error. His shame berated him ceaselessly. But in the front, he couldn’t worry about his mistakes nor his dignity; he pushed those concerns aside to deal with the copious enemies at hand.

One after another, Dazai shot down nameless opponents, but at the gravesite of one, another was born. The endless nightmare zapped the energy out of Dazai rapidly, and as the faces of his enemies blurred so did his vision. His unscathed body ached and weighed down heavily. Even so, he continued to work; the monotony of each kill became another body function.

A jolt brought the dream to an end. A cold blade churned in his back. Dazai whipped around and opened a hole in his attackers skull. Outside of the trickle of blood, he felt the presence of enemies on his spine. He glanced over his shoulder to get a better grasp of the situation, but by that time, the enemy had encircled him. From their ring, knife after knife was thrust at Dazai. Escaping one only lead to another. With his gun, he rapidly eliminated adversaries, yet the circle was constantly closed with reinforcements, and it only grew tighter.

Suddenly, gaps began opening in the ring. Dazai pointed his gun at one of the remaining enemies, finger near the trigger, but his opponent had already fallen to the ground. From behind, a man with bloodied, orange hair and a sharp gaze emerged, holding a crimson knife. Stuck with relief, Dazai fell on his knees.

“What’s the plan? I’ve killed about 20, and you… about 10—”

Only 10? Dazai stared at his feet, counting the pathetic amount of bodies. He was certain he had defended himself against an entire army, but the evidence suggested otherwise. Upon the realization, he was overcome by a defeated exhaustion.

“—There doesn’t seem to be an end to them,” Chuuya grunted as he crushed the skull of an opponent with his foot.

“I don’t know. There’s not much we can do… unless...”

Chuuya, who had been preoccupied with an enemy, snapped back to Dazai. “Oh.” He picked up the enemy and thrown him to the ground, creating a crater. “You fucker!” He shouted at Dazai as he utterly disfigured the corpse’s face.

“We’re out of options. Either way we might die.”

“You can say that because I’m putting my life on the line to save your ass!”

“Thank you.” Dazai exhaled.

“Huh?”

“I won’t let you die.” The brunet forced himself off his knees in order to add some weight to his words.

“Fine,” Chuuya scoffed. “But you better stop me right away. Otherwise, after I kill these fuckers, I’m coming for you.”

“Of course, partner.”

Chuuya snarled again then stepped to the side. Muttering a small comment, he slowly removed his gloves, hands trembling, and let them fall to the ground. With beads of sweat precipitating on his forehead, he inhaled sharply before exhaling slowly. “O grantors of dark disgrace, do not wake me again!”

Although he had seen it several times, Dazai was always shaken by Chuuya’s transformation. A dark rash had crept over his partner’s body, tainting, but not entirely destroying, his soul. What was left was a killing machine.

In his normal state, one could have perhaps considered the redhead to be a machine—he was extremely powerful and efficient at his job and had unquestioning loyalty. But there was a spirit which powered him—one that stubbornly argued about every plan, one that never refrained from whining about Dazai, one that wore an obnoxiously confident smile with every victory. There was an unpredictable element too, which Dazai had given up on figuring out. This facet always caught Dazai off-guard, whether it was a surprise birthday gift or inexplicable determination to keep the brunet alive. Chuuya was a wild card, and despite the meticulous effort put into his plans, the Mafia Executive received a thrill when Chuuya contradicted them. Chuuya’s unpredictable nature gave him indescribable value.

Using Corruption, Chuuya lost all of that. His soul was replaced with a simple code, one with a virus. Corruption was neither cocky nor high-maintenance. It destroyed with unhuman efficiency, and despite its unruly nature, it was always subject to Dazai’s will. The perfect pawn. Yet, to Dazai, it was worthless, for it was never more than that. It simply obeyed the logic of the situation, which Dazai had already foreseen. There was nothing innovative nor exciting. It bored Dazai immensely.

Not to mention, it was an extraordinarily fragile machine. The rash had consumed most of Chuuya’s face by now, and blood dribbled from his mouth, nose and fingers. The ground at his feet was spotted with craters and littered with the body parts of former adversaries. Those who were still in one piece scrambled to get away, but the darkness inevitably devoured all of them without mercy.

Without a clear opponent, Chuuya was even more directionless than before, shooting black holes at random. Dazai needed to get to him. But the executive’s legs could hardly support his weight, much less walk. He lifted his right leg millimeters off the ground and slogged forward insignificantly. He repeated this process (alternating legs) several times until he crumpled onto his hands and knees and couldn’t lift himself again. As he crawled, his vision faded in and out, so he depended on Chuuya’s hollow laugh for guidance. He weakly grabbed Chuuya’s dangling hand before letting go.

Chuuya fell besides Dazai. He sputtered out blood. “You fucking asshole.” His body shuddered with every cough. “I almost died. Why didn’t you stop me sooner?” Dazai could hear his partner’s chest heaving, desperately expelling the blood from his lungs.

“...I’m sorry,” Dazai barely whispered.

“You better get me back safely, shithead.” Chuuya collapsed next to Dazai. His unconscious body continued to quake even though Corruption was over.

Dazai took Chuuya into his arms, but he couldn’t lift him any further. He couldn’t stand. He couldn’t do anything. He was powerless. He stared with guilt at his helpless partner, wanting to help him, but he couldn’t even save himself. He was completely out of control. Was this what it was like? To completely lose control of your body? To be entirely vulnerable? Was this what Chuuya felt every time he used Corruption? Dazai had always assumed he felt nothing, but at that moment, a deep fear set in along with his realization, one that would cause ceaseless trembling. A fear of powerlessness, of vulnerability, of betrayal by your own body, and of death. But it wasn’t just a fear, it was Dazai’s current reality, one Chuuya must have confronted every time.

Dazai’s brain began glitching and eventually crashed as he fell uselessly next to his partner. I’m sorry, Chuuya...

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