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#not whatevers gonna happen to him in canon

uzurakis · 2 days

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in the face of uncertainty and despair, two hearts confront the possibility of loss, grappling with the question of what remains when yuuta okkotsu is gone.

n. wrote this to cope with whatever fucked up mental shit going on in jjk261. god please take away his suffering and triple it to gege. comfort? angst if you squint. the theme is similar to canon. please be safe my glorious morally grey king.. we will miss u..

“what will you do if i’m gone?”

yuuta's shoulders slump, his eyes reflecting the weight of his thoughts. you notice the tension in his posture, the way his hands fidget nervously in his lap.

“huh?” you ask softly, the sound very audible in the heavy silence that surrounds him. “what kind of question is that?”

he turns to you, expression a mixture of exhaustion and despair. “what if something happens to me, what will you do if i’m gone?”

the weight of his emotions bears down on you as if it were a tangible force as you sit next to him. his breath escapes him in short, jagged gasps, each one laced with doubt.

“then i’m gonna be sad. really, really sad,” you murmur, reaching out to touch his stiff hand. a lump forms in your throat, the thought of losing him too painful to bear. “and i will miss you, every single fucking day.”

“i don’t want to live without you, yuu. i can’t live without you.”

he shakes his head, a bitter laugh escaping him. “but what if i’m not myself again? there’s nothing—“

“shh,” you interrupt, placing a finger against his lips. you pull him into a gentle embrace, hoping to offer some small measure of comfort in the face of his pain. “even if you change, even if you’re not yourself anymore. who gives a damn about that?”

the man’s eyes enlarge, a kaleidoscope of feelings tumbling through their depths. his eyebrows wrinkle slightly as shock leaves its mark on his appearance, resembling cracks in a fragile facade. you can see the desperation for reassurance battling with the unknown.

“so what? i’ll always love you nevertheless, yuuta okkotsu.”

with a hesitant breath, he leans backwards, away from your touch with his hands on your shoulders. his gaze locked onto yours with such intensity. it's as if he's searching for something, something elusive yet vital, within the depths of your soul. you can feel the weight of his scrutiny, the silent plea for truth in the midst of everything uncertain.

“my love for you will always stay the same, yuu. nothing matters beside that, ‘kay?”

and then, like a dam breaking, understanding floods his expression, washing away the shadows of doubt that had clouded his mind. tears began to form at the corners of his eyes slowly, barely noticeable.

and yuuta's breath hitches, his grip on you tightening. "but i don't want to leave you…”

"then don’t you dare die on me, dumbass,” you say passionately. "you’re not leaving me, yuuta. we’ll go through this together, i fucking swear." softly brushing his hair, attempting to provide some comfort in this time of turmoil.

"i need you here with me."

@uzurakis

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royalarchivist · 1 day

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Notes from Fit's stream

Fit: I want you all to know deep down from the bottom of my heart, I’m ALMOST sorry that you all feel this way. [...] I’m sorry I emotionally manipulated you through a block game.

Fit says he’s sorry to Artea (Ramon's admin) and nobody else.

13m - Fit received news about the QSMP closing 8 days ago, and he said it was the worst time to find out because he was working on a 2b2t video that had a sponsor / contractual obligation, so he's had no life for the past week.

Fit says there’s more that he wanted to do, but he couldn’t do it because of the time crunch.

Fit says he won’t say how much changed about the ending, but his character getting sent back to the Wasteland was a plot point that was always going to come up, however, he wrote it as ambiguous, and maybe he could’ve overcome that limitation

He says it was planned to be a much longer story, and he wanted to do a scenario where he got kidnapped by the Federation, and Pac would come rescue him. There was more planned, but they ran out of time.

16m - Fit says during the Brazil trip, Quackity showed them some concept art for the QSMP Olympics event

Quackity was planning content a year in advance, but Fit says it is what it is.

Fit says he’s sure years from now or months from now, people will ask why it had to end so soon, and Fit says it’s one of those things where you can’t pin it on one specific thing, it was many factors that snowballed in a short amount of time, and everyone did what they could to salvage the situation.

18m - Fit left Ramon’s fate ambiguous because Artea and the other Ramon admins are coming together to write a finale for him

Fit says he doesn’t know what’s going to happen in the event today, but whatever the Ramon admins cook up will be canon

SCREW THE REST OF THIS POST, FIT IS ""POSSESSED"" BY MADAGIO FOR THIS EVENT??? HELLO??? (Help he just said people on Ao3 are gonna go crazy)

#mod talk #girl you bet your ass I'm gonna go crazy

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alice-after-dark · 2 days

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okay wait ive got 2:

1) when people portray vox as a cringefail loserboy whos whipped to heaven and back for either al or val

2) when people act like r*dioapple has more foundation in canon than any other alastor ship

Hello friend!!!

Okay, hard agree on both fronts.

(putting under a cut cause this got long oops)

On the first one, fucking THIS. Vox is flamboyant and theatrical and he definitely has a temper, but everyone seems to forget that he is LITERALLY introduced to us as a manipulator of the masses. Like I adore the press conference scene. This is who Vox is to the rest of Hell. People take him very seriously. When the accelerated extermination is announced, people rush to get his opinion. Fuck, they don't even do that to Charlie, the literal Princess of Hell! Vox has his moments sure, but defining him by the occasional cringe is like defining Charlie by that one instance where she was having her conspiracy board red string moment and losing her damned mind trying to figure out what to do to get her plan to work. That's not who the character is at their core. And Vox is most certainly not whipped. There may have been a time in his life where he was for Alastor, but even if that was the case, that time is long dead. Literally the moment he finds out Alastor is back, he launches an attack. That's not whipped and I don't think he really ever could be. Whatever happened between them clearly caused him a good amount of pain and even if things get better between them, I don't think they'll ever have what they once did. At least not right away. As for Valentino, it's called damage control, not being whipped.

On the second one, not gonna lie, I don't pay all that much attention to R*dioApple (censoring out of courtesy because that's how the ask was sent) so I've never seen this claim, but I totally get why that would be frustrating and kinda bs. I may be a ship-what-you-want-to-ship kind of person, but uh...yeah it's made pretty clear at every opportunity that Alastor and Lucifer don't like each other, so to claim they have the strongest foundation in canon as a ship is a little...yeah, no. Like, I get it, I'm a RadioStatic shipper and there is definitely problems between Vox and Alastor, but we know that they have some kind of history and that they, at minimum, were friends (referencing the photo and Alastor's "old pal" comment"). We know canonically that Lucifer and Alastor met for the first time canonically in episode 5 and Alastor instantly felt threatened and went on the attack. That's not a solid foundation for canon.

Again, if you like R*dioApple , THAT'S TOTALLY FINE! YOU DO YOU! It's not my cup of tea, but that doesn't matter! If you like it, go forth and enjoy! But be realistic. There is nothing wrong with liking something that doesn't have a strong canon basis and you don't need to force one to ship something. Fuck, I do it all the time! My favorite ship in this fandom also currently hate each other! And I love me some good ol' they've-never-even-met-but-fuck-they-would-be-so-interesting. Shipping something purely because you enjoy the potential dynamic is totally legit!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #hazbin alastor #radiostatic #alice rambles #asks

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clip-the-simp · 3 days

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Not Much Else [Pt.4]

Ao3

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Pairing: Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3,257

Warnings: 🔞 NSFW! mdni!, Swearing, drug use (? It’s The Ghoul’s inhaler) (I’m bad at warning tags so just let me know if I need/should to add some)

Tags: Mild Proofreading, NSFW!, fingering, oral (f receiving), PnV, unprotected sex, overstimulation, irradiated cream pie, wing play(?) suggestive content, flirting, reader had bat wings, Bounty Hunting, deviation from TV show, pre!show events(?), Slow Burn(?) (Again I'm bad at tags so let me know)

Summary: You're a vault experiment that makes it to the surface. Quickly you learn the lay of the land and a few years later end up working the same bounty as The Ghoul. You convince him to let you tag along after having a feeling that you just had to follow him. Where will this story lead? Only time (and my motivation) will tell.

A/N: Question for y’all. Is it confirmed somewhere that whatever is in The Ghoul’s inhaler is Radaway or are we just assuming that? And what methods are there of using RadAway. Haven’t done much research but figured someone would correct me in the comments. Would love to know. Anyway, this is part 4 to my Copper Howard/The Ghoul x reader fanfic. This is also my first time writing smut so that’s why it took me a while to update. Be forewarned that this is going to be far from canon and really unrealistic honestly. But listen. If writing has taught me one thing, it’s that anything can happen.

The Ghoul’s expression soured as he turned his head back to the fire and started poking at it with the stick. The burnt speaks of wood floating through the air and a few catching on the meat cooking above. No wonder you had been so drawn to him at first. The two of you had been thick as thieves before the bombs fell.

“You’re gonna need t’ be more specific darlin.” He stated while he leaned back, Cooper’s eyes stayed on the flames as they reached for the sky. Words failed to form in your mouth when you tried to clarify. Instead opting for a moment of silence.

You rotated the meat on the makeshift spit you had made. Memories of the past the two of you shared began to resurface.

The time when you had accepted an invitation to a wrap party at his house. You had fallen into the pool, while talking to Coop, when another party goer had drunkenly pushed you in. Being a good host he helped you out of the pool while Barb grabbed you a towel to dry off.

Another time Cooper and yourself were on set getting ready for a romantic scene. You had zoned out while admiring the set when he had spooked you from your thoughts. Out of instinct you had jumped and spun around. Cooper had been close enough to end up with a shoulder to the chin from your jump. You had apologized profusely but he assured you it had been fine.

You were brought out of your memories when the man beside you coughed. Your attention was drawn back to him as he rummaged through his bag for his modified jet inhaler. He had used it a few times a day but it seemed as if he was having to use the device a bit more.

“I can’t believe you’re still alive.” You said only slightly above a whisper. Having assumed everyone from your past had died, besides the ones trapped in vaults, you had accepted being the only relic from your time.

Cooper placed the glass vial into his inhaler before taking a large intake of the yellow medicine. He coughed a few times before trying to answer you properly.

“I may be ‘alive’,” He raised his fingers in air quotes around the word ‘alive’ before he looked at you. Cooper’s eyes held a range of emotions that you couldn’t narrow down. “But I’m not the same man I was.”

“Regardless. It’s nice to have you around.” You assured him before settling back against the log. Pulling your bag into your lap, you rummaged around for a moment to find your rations. There weren’t many options besides the human jerky you had prepared the night before. Deciding it’s better than using up your good food, you settled for it. Also pulling out the bottle of whisky you had stashed. As you tore off a piece of meat and began to chew, a chuckle rose from Cooper which got your attention.

“So, you go around telling everyone you were a floozy in Hollywood or am I just special?” He had a smirk on his face which earned him an extra hard punch to the arm. Cooper let out a hurt sound which bleed into a laugh, rubbing the spot you had hit.

“Is that really what you're stuck on? After this revelation that ‘oh hey, my friend is still alive’ all you got was ‘man what a floozy?” You questioned him with a raised eyebrow. Cooper relaxed again into the log, making sure to throw an arm behind you.

“Can’t say it went unnoticed. Never thought y’ to be the type.” He shrugged and grabbed the whisky bottle you had laid between the two of you as you took another bite. Cooper uncorked the bottle and brought it to his lips to take a quick swig. A few drops of the amber liquid escaped from the sides of his mouth. You gave him a glare as he helped himself to your liquor.

“Ya well it’s not like I went around flaunting the fact I had to sleep with a few producers to get my start.” You growled before reaching for the bottle which he pulled away from you. Cooper chuckled at the look on your face before reluctantly passing it to you. Yanking it from his grip you took a gulp. Letting the liquid burn its way down your throat as it chased down the jerky.

“Y’ didn’t sleep with Emil right?” He asked as you took a sip. The question caught you off guard as you began to choke on your meal. You coughed into your arm trying to compose yourself. If you hadn’t been choking you would've punched him again.

“God no! I was well in the business by then.” You said through coughs. Reaching his hand back out, you frowned and gave back the bottle. Cooper took another sip while looking into the fire. Feeling like causing trouble, you decided to poke the bear so to speak.

“Why? You jealous?” You teased with a raised eyebrow. You had to admit that Cooper was always charming. Before the booms, you had fancied him but kept it to yourself with him being married and all. You saw how much he loved his family even after the divorce.

“You want me to be?” He tilted his gaze to yours. The light from the fire distorting the look on his face, but the tone in his voice was unmistakable. It was predatory which matched the shift in the air you felt. Knots formed in your stomach as his gaze lingered. A heat building just below the surface of your skin.

You reached across him again trying to get the whiskey. Feeling like you needed some more liquid courage before you tried anything. Cooper pulled it from your reach again but this time you didn’t withdraw. Instead you continued to reach over his lap until he couldn’t keep it from you anymore that way. In retaliation he raised it above his head causing you to move and grab it from him.

Yanking it from his hand, you lowered yourself again and looked back at him with a look of triumph. It quickly faded however when you realized the position you were in. You hadn’t realized when you started to reach over his head, that you had moved to straddle The Ghoul holding your liquor hostage.

When you rested your weight back down Cooper jumped at the opportunity to pull you closer. One hand was pressed firmly against your lower back but placed to not touch the base of your wings. While the other rested on the back of your neck.

Your face was mere inches away from his and it made your heart race. The contact was sending waves of heat through your nerves that was making it hard to think. Your body was frozen in place and breathing started to become hard the longer he held you in his grip.

In a split second his lips were on yours and his hold on you got tighter. Cooper held you flushed against his body as he deepened the kiss with a slip of his tongue. It tasted of whiskey and whatever chems he had been puffing on earlier but in that moment it was heaven.

Your body loosened as you indulged in the kiss. Placing your arms on either side of his shoulders, you pulled closer. Still gripping the bottle of whisky in one hand you took your other, having dropped the jerky earlier, and rested it on the back of his neck.

The man under you groaned when you subconsciously moved your hips. Your body was begging for friction that you prayed Cooper would provide.

Pulling away for air, Cooper’s hands moved higher to graze the spot between your wings. A pathetic whimper left your throat as you let your wings go limp beside you.

“Fuck, Cooper.” You groaned, pulling the whisky bottle to your mouth again for a long sip before placing it behind the log. Hoping that it wouldn’t spill and be wasted. He tilted his head back to get a proper look at you, slowly taking away the hand at your neck to place his hat on the log. His gaze burned your skin and caused your clothes to feel as if they had become too clingy.

“Is that what y’ want?” Cooper’s tone was taunting. His hands moved to your waist as he held them in place to push his hips firmly between your legs. You could feel the tent in his pants beginning to form which only causes you to feel more desperate.

“Are y’ starting to remember those producers y’ had to fuck to get where y’ needed to be?” His question irritated you but only a low moan left you as you rested your face in the crook of his neck. The pressure that was starting to build was unbearable as you continued to move your clothed core against him.

“Can you shut the fuck up?” You grumbled into the flesh of his neck. His movements were quick as he pushed you onto the ground, parallel to the log and fire, keeping you pinned under him. Your heart was beating hard against your ribs. Laying on your back wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world, but at that moment you wouldn’t dare protest.

“Seems to me Imma have to teach y’ some manners.” His fingers slipped under the hem of your pants and underwear as he began to tug on them, which you let him. You gripped onto his shoulders while trying to help shimmy out of them and slipped out of your boots simultaneously.

Cooper tossed your clothes behind the log which you prayed didn’t tip over the open whisky bottle. Your thoughts were quickly pulled back to the man looming over you when he leaned down and nipped at the side of your neck.

You felt vulnerable under him as he gripped every inch of your exposed body with greedy hands. There were bound to be bruises later, especially where he continued to bite at your skin.

Copper lifted the bottom of your shirt but didn’t dare to try and rip it off. He stopped his pursuit on your neck as he made his way south. His lips passed over the fabric before pressing them just below your sternum and continued to travel downward. The ache in your lower half began to grow as he traveled further. Embarrassment took over as you threw an arm over your eyes and your breathing became uneven.

“Look at me sweetheart.” The Ghoul demanded which you reluctantly obeyed, only slightly lifting your arm to meet his gaze. Your eyes met his and a breath caught in your throat at the sight of him. He laid perfectly between your legs as he continued his trip downward. Pausing for a moment, he lifted his gloved hand to his mouth and bit the leather to remove it.

He tossed the glove behind the log to join your discarded clothes before going back to his work. Taking a moment he lifted two fingers to your lips. Quickly getting the memo, you took them into your mouth. They were bitter and salty but that didn’t bother you too much.

Cooper let out a low hum as he pulled them from your mouth and examined the work. There was a glint in his eyes as he did so. Not wasting any more time, he brought them back to where you needed them most.

A whimper left you when The Ghoul proceeded to run a finger through your wet folds. You hadn’t been touched in years, always focused on staying alive and never letting yourself make time for pleasure.

There was a chuckle that left Cooper as he indulged in the sounds you made. Your face burned with embarrassment as another whimper left your throat when he proceeded to lazily tease your entrance.

His gaze was burning with lust as he pushed a finger into you. Your hand flew to your mouth as you tried not to moan. You could feel him working you open before pushing the other finger in. The sounds were lewd as he worked his digits in and out.

Your eyelids began to fall but quickly flew open as you felt The Ghoul’s lips press against your clit. It sent an abrupt wave of pleasure through you when he began to roll his tongue over the bundle of nerves. You couldn’t hold back your moans any longer once he began to work expertly at bringing you pleasure.

“Please, Coop.” You pleaded as his fingers began to speed up in their pursuit. Your hands gripped at his shoulders in an attempt to anchor yourself to reality. A knot began to tighten in your lower half as The Ghoul relented.

You were right on the edge, upper thighs glistening with your arousal and saliva both from Cooper and yourself. However, right when you felt that tipping point begin to appear is when The Ghoul decided to pull away. A growl of frustration left your throat before you lifted your gaze to glare at him.

Although you looked more like a begging mess then the threat you intended to be. Cooper moved upward and kissed you while slipping his tongue past your lips. The taste of yourself in his mouth was shocking but not as much as when his pants were suddenly half way down his thighs and his hard cock was grinding against you.

You couldn’t help when your hips came up to meet his and your legs spread further to accommodate him. He groaned at the action and brought one hand to lightly stroke the part of your wing that was once broken. You moaned into the kiss which was only amplified when you felt the tip of Cooper’s cock sink into you.

One of his hands remained brushing over your wing while the other pinned down your hip. You wanted more of The Ghoul but he would only allow it at his own pace. Your hands gripped into the leather duster he wore when he began to push further into you.

A grunt left The Ghoul’s lips as you held onto him tighter and squeezed your eyes shut. The hand that was once at your wing was soon placed at your jaw as Cooper tipped your face to meet his.

“Look at me while I’m fucking you.” He demanded and proceeded to bottom out. An abrupt moan left you as you absorbed the feeling of The Ghoul deep inside you. You could feel every dip and rib that his radiation scares provided as he allowed you time to adjust.

Once adjusted, you soon grew impatient as your hips began to move on their own, trying to provide yourself with stimulation. Cooper chuckled before proceeding to rock his hips into you, slowly at first but the pace soon quickened.

“Jesus darlin you feel good.” He grumbled in your ear before proceeding to kiss and bite at your neck once more. You moaned lowly as you began to feel close to the edge again. It didn’t take much considering the prep he had provided and already being so close to begin with.

Your release came quickly when Cooper lowered a hand between the two of you and started to play with your clit. Small crescent moons appeared in the leather of The Ghoul’s jacket as you rode out your orgasm. The man still biting at your neck letting out a few moan of his own as you came.

He detached himself from your neck to look you in the eyes, his pace never faulting. It soon became too much as he tried to find his release. Pathetic sounds fell from your lips and filled the air as The Ghoul became relentless.

“Fuck. Cooper. Please.” Your mind was a bit scrambled as you pleaded. The once pleasant bullying of his cock soon became far more than you needed. But you didn’t want to stop him. As overstimulated as you were, you wanted his release just as you wanted your own.

“I know just, fuck, hold on a bit longer.” The Ghoul’s movements began to sputter. His once steady thrust became deep and uncoordinated. He could feel your walls clamping down on him even after your climax which soon was his downfall.

Cooper got so lost in the moment that he didn’t stop to think about where you wanted his cum. You felt his dick twitch inside you as he came. Coating your walls white before he lowered to lay most of his weight on top of you. He stayed buried in you for a while as the both of you recovered.

You didn’t mind the weight of him even with your back starting to ache. Bathing in the afterglow provided you a moment to take in The Ghoul. His breathing had settled to an even pace as you rubbed your hands up and down his back.

“Y’ alright darlin?” Cooper asked, his voice muffled from where he had it buried in your shoulder. You hummed softly in acknowledgment. He raised his head up and placed a kiss on your lips before pulling out slowly. An involuntary whimper left your throat as he did so, now feeling empty and your mixed arousals leaking out of you.

He tucked himself back in his pants before digging in his bag for something. You didn’t bother looking as you continued to gather your thoughts. When he moved back to you he had a damp rag and something else you couldn't quite make out.

Cooper was as gentle as he could be when cleaning you up. The water was obviously cold but it didn’t bother you too much with how hot you were feeling. Once he was done he threw the fabric behind him and reached over the log to hand over your clothes.

Standing up to put your pants back on you looked down at The Ghoul to see what he had in his other hand. It was a small vial of RadAway which made you smile. He might not look like the same man you once knew, but god did you fall even further for him all the same. Even with his gruff exterior, The Ghoul was still a gentleman.

“Y’ should probably take this before y’ get sick.” He said as you sat back down and leaned against the log. Making sure to grab the whisky bottom from behind it, still upright and not a drop misplaced.

“I appreciate the gesture but please don’t worry about me.” You grabbed the cork and pushed it back onto the bottle. Looking back at him his brows were furrowed. You gave a small smile before placing your hand over the vial and pushing his hand back towards himself.

“I don't think a little bit of you being in me is gonna kill me. There is enough radiation pumping through my veins as is.” You reasoned, Cooper mumbled a few words under his breath before putting the RadAway back in his bag. He didn’t feel like arguing but would make sure you took some eventually.

He leaned back against the log, making sure to be as close as he could beside you. Your body was zapped of energy and couldn’t help your head falling onto his shoulder. The wing farthest from Cooper came in to tuck around you as you drifted off.

#the ghoul #the ghoul x reader #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard #x reader #x reader fanfiction #f!reader #fem!reader #x fem!reader #x female reader #fallout franchise #fallout fanfic #fallout #fan fiction #fanfic #writing #writers on tumblr #female writers

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regallibellbright · 6 months

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I am of the firm opinion that, until EXPLICITLY proven otherwise by canon, Kingdom Hearts Court Magician Donald Duck spent most of his childhood and adolescence traveling across the worlds on adventures with his Uncle Scrooge, and that's where he learned magic.

This is also where he discovered a lot of magical items, not to mention all the ones SCROOGE found, so honestly Donald doesn't even bother to keep track of all the treasures in the Duck Family's possession, no one does really, not even SCROOGE knows, he'll go digging one up because he needs one for a specific purpose/adventure and in the process he'll unearth like five similar ones he just plain forgot about.

Obviously Scrooge continued adventuring while Donald was off being a Musketeer, including at least one use of Zettaflare that is forever engraved in Goofy and Mickey's memories but for Donald was just in his bottom quarter of all-time adventure rankings, and obviously Scrooge continued finding fantastical treasures that he may or may not know the significance of. There's at least one magical sword that's currently being used at the Bistro as a knife because it never loses its edge.

What I'm saying is Scrooge McDuck is a Keyblade wielder and you cannot convince me otherwise. A weapon that can also open any chest is INVALUABLE to an adventurer like him, are you kidding? When he retired from adventuring in favor of being a full-time entrepreneur he just chucked it in the bin with everything else. Probably he managed to find one of the Foretellers' old Keyblades lying around or something. It'd just figure. No one told HIM he was needed for a war between light and darkness for the fate of all the worlds! Donald never tells him where he's been these days!

While I laid out this proposition to a friend on Discord, she agreed and added that Webby should get a Keyblade too.

Conclusion:

This is the current wielder of Ira's Keyblade. Scrooge had it lying around for a decade in some attic somewhere, Webby thought the unicorn was cool, and Scrooge figured, hey! Every child should have a good set of lockpicks for treasure chests and a means of self-defense, and it's not as though he's using it for anything important!

When Donald finds this out, he will be disappointed, but not surprised.

#kingdom hearts #eye contact #scopophobia #just gonna be on the safe side because that is a good Webby Stare right there.#Ducktales 2017 #ducktales #webby vanderquack #scrooge mcduck #donald duck #I know this will never happen for a variety of reasons starting with the fact that it would require a Disney character #who has not previously been relevant to BECOME relevant to the metaplot AND introduce a new one at that. Not likely.#plus then you get into the fact that 2017 Scrooge is a different continuity and design than 1987 Ducktales Scrooge or subsequent appearance #not to mention the voice actor differences (They could've gotten Tennant in 3 but didn't and Enn Reitel isn't trying to be him OR Young)#so using Webby (which they won't) would mean a character who should for design continuity be using her 1987 look and characterization #to go along with Scrooge and the boys but for 'why would Disney ever do this EXCEPT Brand Synergy' should obviously be 2017 #and like any kind of mixing and matching of the designs and voices would be odd even if Webby hasn't been established in KH #so there's no need to try and imitate Russi Taylor's very distinctive Duck Voice but at the same time it would just be ODD #like. Never gonna happen. Especially not to have a FORETELLER'S Keyblade particularly now that they're back in play.#but I think it would be funny as hell and so it is canon in my heart.#besides between the Xion-Roxas-Sora Can Dual Wield Even In 3 thing and whatever's going on with Keyblade Inheritance in 3 #with regards to Terra and Aqua's Keyblades and heirs (and whoever you argue Terranort's using they are also there at the Graveyard)#(like whether it's Terra's-that's-Sora's or Terra's or Xehanort's we've got LW there we've got Sora we've got Xehanort)#the only conclusions I can draw are either that Keyblades naturally duplicate themselves with a few plot-specific exceptions #or that Keyblades are susceptible to at least two different forms of item duplication glitch one of which involves time travel #meaning it is entirely possible for Scrooge and Webby to have Ira's Keyblade and Ira to ALSO have Ira's Keyblade #because time travel was probably involved if nothing else and time travel can allow for Keyblade Duplication Glitches #(no seriously try to explain how Roxas Xion and Sora all use a Keyblade at once in 3 WITHOUT at least one instance of duplication.)#(and this is assuming some convoluted 'Roxas inherited Ven's and Xion inherited Sora's and Roxas bequeathed her Sora's' in Days)#(so that there is technically no duping in Days but then with Sora and Ven ALSO running around in 3... like.)#(I'm pretty sure Saix is getting beat up with 4-5 copies of a single Keyblade that has been repeatedly duplication glitched is my point.)

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khaothanawat · 1 year

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what i appreciate about midnight motel is that it’s super fast paced, in a really engaging and hilarious way, but it’s also slipping out details about the characters in what feels like the slowest way possible.

the details get fed to us in tiny slithers, flashing unobtrusively up onto the screen in between the beats of the main story - and that makes the pacing of those reveals feel dissonant to the rest of the episode in a really cool way.

and it’s fascinating because it feels like they’re just leaking out small drips of information and then not talking about them again.

but because this is a dark comedy, it’s so hard to know how seriously to take it all - like, are these tiny bits of character story clues as to what’s actually going on? or should we just be taking it at face value, for the wild heightened reality it is?

we’re halfway through and there are all these tiny little plot threads that are appearing without being resolved - like who has pat’s money, what was up with that conversation between mote and doy about kat, who is the boss, what the fuck even happened to pat exactly. also why could tawi from not me track pat’s car, but not his PHONE? bitch, you don’t have find my friends on? also i have questions on literally everything involving sun and kat. so so many questions. also is mote really a teenager bc off jumpol is my age and i look youngish but “teen” is a stretch and like… off… off, my hetero husband, i swear i’m gonna save you from being cast as a teenager one day like i KNOW you’re talented but you don’t deserve to be teencoded like this like i’m gonna help i’m gonna get you out of here-

i’m just so curious as to whether i should be paying closer attention or not to the little things the show has been quietly telling us, or if it’s simply better to just go with it, because it’s a 6-episode comedy that repeatedly breaks the fourth wall, and why think about it too hard.

#midnight motel #it’s probably a solid mix of both right bc like #yes read into whatever the fuck is happening with kat and sun #no don’t think too hard about doy so visibly on the phone to mote while sun is confronting him and sun just being like #tee hee oh well #actually no i can explain that whole thing Actuallt #sun just thought it was cute #and so he chose not to kick off about it #just wholesome lil sundoy things 🥰🥰🥰#he was too busy threatening women idk listen he’s rough around the edges but i can change him!!!#watch sun die and neo’s role legit be doy’s boyfriend and THEN what do i do #rewrite canon and make it a hilarious poly situation??? well if i must #…..idk how many people on here are actually watching this show but it’s SO fun and SO ridiculous #and the acting is fantastic across the board #and also mond tanutchai #…..i was already so mad at there being zero mond in gmmtv23 but it is honestly just #absolutely criminal #that that’s coming off the back of him in this show #he’s having way too much fun with it though he’s just like Yeah im gonna chew the scenery Yeah im gonna go wildly big with it #and he was right to and good for him #anyway those are all my thoughts #show: midnight motel #series: midnight trilogy

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egg-emperor · 10 months

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I keep seeing stuff that reminds me that I need to finish that compilation of Frontiers Eggman that shows his ass is still as evil as ever and not redeemed/morally gray at any point throughout the story

ya know the one where I said it's hard to cut down because it's actually just super obvious and present throughout the entire game lol. it won't take that long I'm just picky about how I wanna cut it down

#I just don't really understand where that's coming from like #seeing Eggman as fatherly to Sonic in the games when as latest as Frontiers he was #literally laughing at him watching him die to cyber corruption lol #again do whatever you want in fanon but what is happening why are people acting like the Boom Sonic and Eggman dynamic is game canon #anyway my vid is just gonna be a quick and easy way to highlight what's really going on in the game #my post #dr eggman #eggman #dr robotnik #dr. eggman #sonic frontiers

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birdybirdnerd · 1 year

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Stanley and Narrator for the starter prompt: “please don’t let me forget your voice.”

ohhhhhohohoho, i needed to chew on this one for awhile to get the right words out but hoo boy. you know how to hit it where it hurts

also i know you were probably aiming for something a lil closer to canon possibly smth to do with the skip button but you handled that p handily BUT im still marinating an Idea... so heres a taste of that

warning: zombies

-PLS DNT LT ME FRGT UR VCE

Stanley looked up through the broken window. Jagged shards of dirty glass rose up from the frame like teeth, scattering the moonlight that filtered through into a muddy kaleidoscope. It would have been pretty, in another time. Another life.

He fingered the scuffed and scratched old pager. Battery was getting low. He'd need to charge it soon, but that required sunlight, and sunlight required him leave this little corner of safety he'd dug out among the rust and rubble.

He could still hear the groans, the slick wet meaty sounds of the dead feeding outside. He hoped it was only some unlucky wildlife caught this time. It probably wasn't.

-U SD CHK IN THS WK. LST WK. LST WK 2

Shuddering, Stanley curled up tighter. His clothes were crusted with who-knows-what, blood and dirt and the oozing decay that seemed to coat the whole world, but he was used to it, he was used to it all even though thinking about it too long made his skin crawl. He just pushed it to the back of his mind along with everything else he had to to just keep going, along with thoughts of his life from Before and worries about his old acquaintances and fear for the voice, his guide, his friend who he couldn't hear anymore but who promised to not leave him behind like all the others-

Another wrenching meat sound, closer, made Stanley flinch. He stilled so completely one might have mistaken him for one of their victims, breath caught and fear swallowed like a deer in the headlights, a mouse in a trap. He froze as the sickening crunch, crunch sawed in his ears and only breathed again as heavy, dragging footfalls moved away.

The pager in his hand still read no response. The low-battery light blinked red and forlorn at him.

Stanley had never felt so alone.

-CNT DO THS W/OUT U

A world away, in a room full of antennae and computers that blinked and alerted of messages received and awaiting transmission, the lone door, once barred and safe, hung open, ripped off its hinges.

Amidst the faint beeping of unread pages, there was only a slow, steady plip, plip, plip.

#personal #ask #alexis-royce #tsp #the stanley parable #im uhhhhh figuring out a zombie au and this is not canon to whatevers gonna happen in That #but. yeah #thanks!!! for good prompt :>#also haskdf this was what i was researching pagers for. needed to find a good way for a voiceless man to communicate #with someone that to him is Only a voice #so pagers! i guess #still needs more research but whatev #my writing

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royalarchivist · 4 months

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Pac: Take care of Ramon, take care of Richas, ok? See you on the other side, big boy.

Fit: [Laughs] Take it easy, big boy. Take it easy, big boy. Actually, nononono– You can't just say "big boy" and then just expect me to not drag you outta here. [Fit tries to lasso Pac] You're coming with me.

Pac: No, I need to leave!

Fit: You're coming with me. You are not dying today! You are not dying today!

Pac: I need to leave, Fit! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

Ironmouse: Are you guys like, having sexy time?

Fit: There's homosexual activity going on Mouse, don't worry about us, ok?

Ironmouse: You guys, we don't have time to be gay right now.

[ Full Transcript ↓ ]

Pac: I'm just here to say goodbye to you, Fit.

Fit: Goodbye? We're not– we're gonna be fine, we're going to get out of here, don't worry.

Aypierre: Yeah, don't worry!

Pac: I know, but like– I will sleep until the end, you know? I will pass through this moment sleeping, man. I won't be able to be awake for the moment.

Fit: [Laughs] You know, it's– I mean, if that's how you wanna go, but– I mean, that- I mean, isn't that bed kind of like.... I don't know, it's–

Pac: No no, I will be staying on the sofa, you know, I will be staying on the sofa.

Fit: Oh the sofa. Ok, that's a nice sofa! Yeah, that is a pretty nice sofa.

Pac: Yeah, it's a nice sofa right? No, yeah– I'm going to stay on the sofa, you know? So, since I will be going Fit... [Pac starts tossing Fit all his items]

Aypierre: [Not paying attention to their conversation] Is that bigger cell? I don't think it's a bigger- biggest one.

Fit: Oh... Thank you Pac, thank you.

Pac: Everything you need to survive, ok?

Fit: Wow.

Aypierre: Wow.

Pac: And if you need this one also, maybe, who knows? [Throws him more items]

Fit: Ohhh, well hey– just take this to remember me by, ok? [Tosses him a photo of himself – the same one Aypierre was carrying all day yesterday]

Pac: [Laughs] Ok, I will sleep holding the picture you know, like this. You know, I will dream about you, Fit. And I hope this is gonna be good dreams. I see you in the other side. Good luck, my friend.

Fit: The other side... Yeah, you know, yeah, we– we– you know? It's been an honor, Pac. It's been an honor, you know?

Pac: Yeah, for me too, you know? Take care of Ramon, take care of Richas, ok?

Fit: Ok.

Pac: See you on the other side, big boy.

Fit: I will sing your praise– Oh yeah, hey– [Laughs] Take it easy, big boy. Take it easy, big boy. Actually, nononono– You can't just say "big boy" and then just expect me to not drag you outta here. You're coming with me.

Pac: No, I need to leave!

Fit: You're coming with me. You are not dying today! You are not dying today!

Pac: I need to leave, Fit! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

Fit: Sorry, there's–

Pac: I'm sorry!

Ironmouse: Are you guys like, having sexy time?

Fit: There's homosexual activity going on Mouse, don't worry about us, ok?

Ironmouse: You guys, you guys– we don't have time to be gay right now, come on. There's no time.

Pac: No, there's no time! Oh, goodbye Fit...

Fit: Ok, c'mon, no no no, come on, we got this we got this!

Pac: Goodbye Fit, I'm sorry!

Fit: [Laughs] Oh no...