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yourlocalartsonist · 7 days

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Heya! I wanted to ask about your fic, "Moths Fly In Packs", that I wanted to know for a while. Forgive me if it was answered or not:

What was your main inspiration for the actual story? Was it just a Rise AU? Did you automatically create Salena for this story? I wanna know the origins of story and what got you writing the first chapter!

Heyyyyy bestie how's it goinnnnn~

Aight so this is actually one of my favorite things to talk about cuz my ass cannot shut up about this fic but it was quite a few things that got mushed together to create the fic

First off, it was originally gonna be a comic! I just got heavily back into Rise after watching the movie in January 2023 and yk the show was cancelled for a while now. I really missed the show and already read through like every headcanon, x reader, and whatever the fuck I could find at the time so to satiate myself, I decided to make a story of my own! That was kinda already the drill for me anyway; if there's a piece of media I adore that never got the love it deserved, I continue the story myself

It was gonna be a comic focused with the boys as the main characters just like the show and would be seen as a continuation. I wasn't planning on releasing it any time soon since ya know... comic but Salena was indeed still gonna be in the story. She was just gonna be a more minor character? Not background, more like on the same level as April or Splintz; pops up often but not always

And then I realized that was a stupid fucking idea cuz no way in hell I would ever survive the torture of making comics :D I don't even enjoy making em for the most part so yk-

I had a different idea on the side. I was thinking it'd be interesting to have a separate fic version of the story but told from Salena's perspective so the audience would understand her more. But then as I kept developing the story, I realized this was the more interesting version anyway! I had a shit ton of ideas and a lot of topics I could critique and commentate on. It was genuinely fucking interesting the more I looked at it, even tho I was hella nervous no one would care for my random ass OC enough to accept them as the main character over the boys-

On a more personal note, I was going through a lot of shit prior to rejoining Rise which made my senior year of high school get a very depressing start. But in a way, watching the movie and the show saved me. Not even exaggerating, this show's done a lot for me than I'll ever be able to express. When I thought about making the fic and settled on it being the story I tell, I wanted to express all my feelings and hardships I've been through. I wanted to explore them through Salena and externalize a lot of the messages I learned and Rise felt like the perfect outlet for that; the characters just genuinely fit

That's the real reason why I had the first chapter out in like a month or two. I wasn't even sure whether to post it, it was entirely an impulse move. But I don't regret it one bit

I really do hope this story find the people I want it to. People who felt just as alone as I did, I want them to know they aren't. There are people out there who understand, who've been through the same, and who've survived and gone onto thriving. I wanted Salena to feel relatable to them since she's quite literally the first character I've made who's truly based off of myself

On the flip side, I also hope it'll reach people who have no idea what I'm talking about and haven't ever experienced what Salena has. I want this story to be an opportunity for them to step into someone else's shoes and learn how to empathize. That was why I loved books as a kid; they helped me learn to empathize. So maybe, my story can do the same. Help people to empathize with folks like Salena who are struggle and have no idea how to say so

Sorry for the long ass ramble. I genuinely do believe the origins of this fic is extremely interesting so I really love talking about it ;w;

Cheers to Chapter 9 finally being out!

#save rottmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt asks #ask box #rottmnt moths fly in packs #rottmnt mfip #mfip asks #rambles #rottmnt rambles #fanfic recs #fanfic ramble #fanfic ramblings

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cinnabun-faerie · 1 year

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FFXIV Spending the night with the WoL before they return to the Source (NSFW)

A/N: This is a request, but I'm gonna split this into two parts! Emet-Selch + Hythlodaeus TOGETHER spending the night with the WoL before they return to their world? (I will write Hermes separately if someone asks nicely). Also I tried my best to do it as gender-neutral as I could! (Also my apologies if this is terrible/cringe)

Warning: NSFW, Minors dni, Poly! Relationship, masturbation, voyeurism Fandom: FFXIV Characters: Emet-Selch, Hythlodaeus, WoL Pairing: Emet-Selch x WoL! Reader x Hythlodaeus

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It was clear that there was sexual tension between the three of you. And it wasn't new that Emet-Selch was attractive to you. He was hot before but with meeting his past self, he was mouth-wateringly attractive. And you never imagined Hythlodaeus being so gorgeous too; not to mention funny and charming. You had to restrain yourself from grabbing either of them by the collar and have your way with them. It was unfair that you were going back to the Source where they wouldn't be.

And with all that pent up tension, you would go to bed frustrated. You'd not been touched or kissed in the way you wanted the entire time you were here. Their light touches were nothing but a tease. Yours was no better. And now you were alone in your room, with no one to bring you over the edge. But your mind kept wandering to what it'd be like if they had been there. Would Emet-Selch be rough with you? Would he push your head down into the pillows as he plowed into you from behind? Would Hythlodaeus be gentle with you or would he tease you and keep your orgasm at bay until he allowed it? As more and more lewd thoughts piled up, your hand slid down into your underwear, touching where you ached.

~ ~ ~

Meanwhile, Hythlodaeus was in the process of convincing Emet-Selch to go see you.

"You're not going to see them after this, you know? Are you really going to just let them go without showing them how you feel? You can't lie to me, I see the way you look at them."

"You don't know anything. I especially haven't been thinking anything lewd about them."

"I never said you did. But now that I know we think the same, we are definately going pay them a visit."

And with much more grumbling, the two of them made their way to where you were staying. And the surprise they got when they arrived had arousal pooling in their stomachs. You were moaning rather loudly, and for them no less. Emet-Selch's face reddened as you begged for him to fuck you.

"What in the devil is going on in there!?"

"Seems like they started the party without us."

Hythlodaeus decided not to knock and tried the door handle. It was unlocked. Perfect. He grabbed Emet-Selch by the arm and dragged him inside before locking the door behind them. He wasn't going to risk any other ancient walking right in.

Emet-Selch was a little reluctant to just waltzing in on you, where Hythlodaeus got off on it. He sat right down on a chair and watched as you cried out for him as you plunged your fingers in and out of yourself, legs, your ass up in the air, giving him a good view. He couldn't help but rub himself through his robe. Emet-Selch on the other hand stood just out of sight, leaning against the wall stroking his length as he listened to your moans. As you got closer to your climax, Hythlodaeus chuckled.

"You're so naughty, Y/N. Leaving your door unlocked for someone to just walk in."

You stopped your ministrations, your heart pounded harder in your chest at the sound of Hythlodaeus' voice. Had he been watching you? For how long? Knowing it was him however, made you much more turned on.

"Don't stop on my account, I was enjoying watching you get off on the thought of me and Emet-Selch fucking you. Perhaps that's what you wanted; us to walk in on you. Go on, keep going."

With all of your wild imaginations, that was one of the things you were hoping for. It was thrilling to have him or even Emet-Selch walk in on you, only to help you out. And for it to become a reality, you weren't going to miss this chance. You continued, becoming closer and closer to your release.

"Hyth, touch me, please."

"Only me? Don't you think you're being a little unfair to Emet-Selch. He came all this way to see you." Your turned your head, surprised to see Emet-Selch standing in the doorway with half-lidded eyes. "That's too bad. Since you only want me to touch you, I guess he'll just have to watch."

#ffxiv #emet selch x reader x hythlodaeus #ffxiv fanfic #ffxiv lemon #not sfw #emet selch x reader #hythlodaeus x reader

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kevinsreviewcatalogue · 10 months

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Review Double Feature: Kill Bill: Volume 1 (2003) and Kill Bill: Volume 2 (2004)

Kill Bill: Volume 1 (2003) and Kill Bill: Volume 2 (2004)

Rated R for strong bloody violence, language and some sexual content (Volume 1)

Rated R for violence, language and brief drug use (Volume 2)

Score: 5 out of 5

There's really no way to talk about Kill Bill as two separate movies. The two volumes are two halves of one story, that story was originally planned and filmed as one movie before it was split in two (which meant that no scenes had to be cut), Quentin Tarantino has screened the original, four-hour cut as one movie titled Kill Bill: The Whole Bloody Affair, and a few weeks ago, Popcorn Frights screened the two volumes back-to-back, treating them as a single movie for all intents and purposes with the time between the two volumes used as an intermission. If you're gonna talk about 'em, you may as well talk about 'em as one big movie, arguably Tarantino's magnum opus in terms of just going wild with every cool idea he's had in his career and making what would be, to a '90s film geek raised on '70s kung fu flicks, grindhouse sleaze, and the aisles of the video store he once worked at, the ultimate action movie: an explosion of gorgeous women in leather outfits, razor-sharp samurai swords, East Asian martial arts, neo-Western atmosphere, cameos from '70s legends, an out-there crime thriller plot and universe that feels like John Wick more than a decade before John Wick, and a flurry of sweet, sweet bloody action sequences.

(And feet, because Tarantino.)

It's a big, sprawling epic rooted less in the gritty realism of "serious" crime movies than in the gonzo, go-for-broke mayhem of Hong Kong action cinema, only here with a much bigger budget than any Shaw Brothers flick ever had. It's obvious just from the runtime why they split this movie in half for its theatrical release, but watching the two halves together, it still felt perfectly paced, with an immediately iconic heroine, a slew of creative scumbags for her to cut through, and a second half whose slower pace felt like exactly the downshift the film needed as I got back in my seat to start my third hour in the theater. The locations, spanning the world from Texas to California to Japan to China to Mexico, felt exotic without feeling exoticized, the action scenes were outstanding, Tarantino's dark humor did a lot to get me in the mood for more, and while the story wasn't particularly deep, it was still a very well-told to some of Tarantino's favorite movies. The John Wick comparisons may be unavoidable watching it today, but if I had to decide between them, I'd say that, while those films have the better action scenes, this one offers the superior story and the better all-around package. The fact that I hesitate to call it Tarantino's best comes down less to any faults it might have and more to Tarantino's high standard of quality throughout his career, as this is still a classic.

The plot is surprisingly simple for a movie that takes two movies to tell it. Four years ago, Beatrix Kiddo was a highly skilled member of the Deadly Viper Assassination Squad, a team of assassins feared throughout the criminal underworld... until, upon finding she was pregnant, she decided to retire and settle down with her fiancé. Bill, the leader of the DVAS, responds by showing up at her wedding with her former co-workers -- the Japanese yakuza boss O-Ren Ishii, the murderous housewife Vernita Green, Bill's brother Budd, and the one-eyed Elle Driver -- in tow to make it clear to her that there's only one way out of this business, and that's the grave. Everybody at the wedding is killed with the exception of the Bride herself, who survived her injuries but spent four years in a coma, during which time she lost her baby. When she wakes up, she gets right back to work, this time aiming at taking out the rest of the DVAS who destroyed her one chance at a normal life, concluding with Bill himself.

Standing proudly at the center of this movie is Uma Thurman as Beatrix. Thurman is playing a simple character motivated by revenge and loss, but she makes her immediately compelling, a crafty, snarky, and creative badass who manages to feel intimidating even when she's laying in a pool of her own blood looking up at the man who's about to finish her off with a headshot, or trying to get her legs working again after four years in a hospital bed. She doesn't just look the part of a hot babe with a sword, she put in the work to convince me that she really could use that sword to slice my head in two. This is a role that, had it not been for an injury she suffered on set thanks to Tarantino's carelessness, likely would've given Thurman the career second wind as an action hero that Charlize Theron has enjoyed more recently. It's not all action, though, and while Thurman is tough as hell, she also does great work showing how Beatrix mined that toughness out of her losses and vulnerability. I bought how pissed she was at losing her daughter, and her determination to go through her training in a flashback at the hands of a strict martial arts master (played by Gordon Liu) who routinely dismissed and insulted her for her race and gender. She may have been a professional killer, but in various moments, she's not completely comfortable with doing it, between her decision to retire in the first place when she got pregnant and the fact that she knows her revenge mission means killing several people she once considered close friends. She often puts on the image of an airheaded blonde ditz for people who don't realize why she's actually there. Between Tarantino's writing and Thurman's performance, Beatrix sprung to life as one of the most awesome action heroes I've ever seen on film, somebody who did not feel invincible (especially whenever guns came into play) but otherwise felt not only tough as nails but also deep, fleshed-out, and fully understandable in her motives, with a lot of layers beneath a simple exterior.

The rogues' gallery of bad guys she slices through with her Hattori Hanzo katana were also creative and larger-than-life while still feeling grounded within this film's sense of logic. Lucy Liu's O-Ren could flip from congenial to terrifying, her sympathetic backstory paired with an absolute ruthlessness that lets you know right away how a woman of mixed Japanese-American and Chinese heritage managed to take control of a patriarchal, ethnically chauvinist criminal organization (as one poor fucker finds out the hard way). I could've easily seen her as the main character of her own movie with how much she figures into the film's first volume. Vivica A. Fox's Vernita gets the least screen time out of all of them and exists mostly to be the Bride's opening victim (second chronologically, but placed at the start of the first volume), but in her brief time on screen, she's a compelling presence as a soccer mom who wants to put her criminal past behind her -- and sets up a tantalizing idea for a sequel, if Tarantino ever makes one. Daryl Hannah's Elle is characterized as an evil version of Beatrix, albeit one who still has her own sense of honor, hence why she didn't finish Beatrix off when she was in her coma. Michael Madsen's Budd is the lone man among the DVAS barring Bill himself, framed as a redneck living in a trailer in the desert who, despite his slovenly appearance and lifestyle, shows Beatrix the hard way why he should never be underestimated. Finally, David Carradine's Bill, the Charlie to these fallen Angels, spends most of the film looming over it like an ominous presence, shown only in a few flashbacks until Beatrix finally arrives at his mansion, yet he earns his status as the film's big bad.

Between them, they gave the film a particular kind of retro '70s atmosphere where it was clear that it was shot in the early 2000s, but nevertheless felt like the kind of thing an exploitation filmmaker from back in the day might've made with access to $60 million and all the Hollywood production values that money could buy. The overwhelmingly female nature of the DVAS, their one male member being their boss' brother, felt evocative of old chicksploitation flicks and shows about beautiful young women kicking ass and taking names (you think my Charlie's Angels reference up there was just random?), like Tarantino finally got to make the film adaptation of Fox Force Five, the failed TV pilot that Thurman's character in Pulp Fiction starred in. Its portrayal of East Asia is a love letter to Japanese and Hong Kong action films of that period, from to the presence of Sonny Chiba and Gordon Liu as key players in Beatrix's journey to a flashback to her training that's shot like an old Shaw Brothers movie (complete with film grain). The famous "Kill Bill siren" (lifted from the theme to the '60s/'70s cop show Ironside) may have become an overused meme in the twenty years since this movie came out, but there's a reason why it's so iconic, and it's just one of many great musical cues on this film's soundtrack.

Splitting the movie in half also gave Tarantino room to spend each volume tackling a different genre, in a way that still felt cohesive. The first half is a more straightforwardly action-packed martial arts movie, its big action set piece in a Japanese nightclub where Beatrix singlehandedly takes on the Crazy 88, O-Ren's army of goons, not only standing as one of the best and most stylish action sequences of its kind but also firmly establishing precisely why you do not fuck with Beatrix. Make no mistake, for all that Tarantino is known for his dialogue, he's also a legitimately good action filmmaker on top of it. The second half, meanwhile, feels like a more contemplative neo-Western thriller as Beatrix slows down, takes stock of her remaining mission, and starts to encounter serious and tricky opposition that she can't just cut through so easily. It was a shift in tone that served the film well, whether you're watching it as two separate parts or watching it as one movie, as by the halfway mark you're probably in the same position that Beatrix is in, increasingly weathered after the big burst of energy in the first half. This movie is still committed to Beatrix's journey, as evidenced in her battles with Budd, Elle Driver, and finally Bill himself, but it's taking its time now to flesh out its world and give the viewer some room to breathe. I felt like I was with Beatrix every step of the way, all the way up to a satisfying finale.

The Bottom Line

In any other filmmaker's filmography, Kill Bill would be their pinnacle. It ain't a very deep movie, but it sets out on a mission to deliver four hours of throwback martial arts spectacle, and it succeeds with flying colors. Even people who aren't fans of Tarantino can probably enjoy this two-parter simply as one of the finest action spectacles of the 21st century.

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steakout-05 · 1 year

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every kitty maid barry sprite i have worked on so far

this post will be long

fig 1: tiny little sprite sheet (not to actual sprite scale)

thoughts:

Barry's dress was decently easy to sprite as it is essentially a palette swap with a skirt and a few other details. the skirt was a bit tricky to figure out, i originally wanted it to be a more straight/flat kind of dress, but it didn't turn out too well so i decided to give him a more frilly and detailed skirt. i loosely referenced the princess' dress in episode 1 of the DTM series. i was thinking about keeping his sleeves ripped but the little short white sleeves were too cute to pass up ^w^

also wanted to remove the tie but i thought it looked nice and fit really well with the colours, so i kept it

this is lifted from one of KoolTimYT's sprite edits, like the tail and ears and the blush colour, though the dress and bows are completely original art

those shrugging sprite were actually really tricky to edit, the first two were fine as the only real difference was Barry's head perspective and it being a singular pixel down in position, but the other two were kinda hard as i not only needed to sprite an unseen area of Barry's dress, but i realised the arms had a singular pixel difference so i needed to go back and fix that. also spriting a slightly different sleeve and trying to figure out the other positionings in general

spriting Barry's kitty nyah gesture hands was also a little tricky but i got a hang of it and i think i did a pretty decent job at it :)

those separate sprites with just his arms and the bows up in the corner was mainly for me to have extra assets to use in case i fuck up but i think they could be useful for anyone else to use

the pink bows were for the first kitty Barry edit i did where i was gonna give him a super colourful pink dress/suit

by the way i make all of these sprites in MS Paint and add transparency in Paint.net by magic-wanding away the unnecessary white spaces (why is unnecessary spelled like that i have had the hardest time trying to spell that stupid word for as long as i can remember what the fuck) (i guess you could say the stupid extra letters are unnecessary why is there a C???)

fig 2: the first sprites

thoughts:

so the one on the right was made as a complete joke when i saw KoolTim's sprite and i internally went "haha but what if he like being a cat" and gave him the bows because i thought they looked cute

as mentioned before i was gonna make him a pink dress, but the black one looked better. so i was gonna give him pink and yellow socks but they looked out of place and just made 'em white.

just realised..... spamton socks..............

the early "nyah!!" sprite kinda looks like those lucky cats that wave their paw you know the ones

really glad i gave Barry the dress because the look really pulls everything together real nicely

yeah not much to say about these ones moving on

fig 3: beta unused do not research

thoughts:

so the first one on the left is me trying to figure out which skirt type to use when i realised i wanted to use black instead of pink. obviously it didn't look very good. also just a sidenote the reason the outline is grey is because i often use a grey colour when spriting or "sketching" over a sprite, basically it's not finalised

the second one is me trying to get a look at how the dress fits on the shrugging sprite which is why it looks messed up

the other two are the same i think i don't know why there's 2

floating cat ear my beloved

these are a bit unsettling

fig 4: colour palette guide feat. my grapheme-colour synesthesia

thoughts:

self explanatory. sometimes colour picking directly from a sprite over and over can be tricky so it's good to have a neat little colour guide on hand for any spriter

the white had black around it because i drew this is MS Paint where the base colour is, you guessed it, white

yes i know the little coloured letters are ugly, blame my brain for going "but what if we colour these in the way you see letters" and me for agreeing with my brain ignore that pretend it's not there

speaking of synesthesia: R is green. you cannot argue with me on this. R is a green letter and i will die on that hill it's just so,,, green looking

may update this in the futore thankyou for looking at these

#spriting #my aart.#tag urself who's your favourite maid kitty barry sprite #letting the impulsive thoughts win: a rope of sand #spriting is actually pretty fun and MS Paint is a pretty nice program for it #a lot of undertale and deltarune's sprites were made in it anyway #i'm so scared to tag this with barry steakfries in case some poor unknowing soul finds this #wait is dan the man a tag on here #dan the man #OH NO WHAT HAVE I DONE #FUCK #FUCK SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHITHSIT SHIT SHIT #UHHH #GOD #FUCKSHIT #welp #hi dan the man fans <3 please ignore this

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arabellaaldous · 3 years

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Teenage Dirtbag

scenario: "Teenage Dirtbag" by Wheatus. Armin is one of those quiet rocker boys in love with the football (American Soccer) captain's girlfriend.

Armin x OC

I will be posting the Armin x Reader version as well when I get this established.

Minors, DNI!

Warnings: nsfw, mentions of toxic relationships, pining, IMMENSE FLUFF, substance use/abuse.

My head was fogged over. I couldn't help but stare at her soft, silky legs as she stood near the field, her tight cheer shorts ridding up her thighs to sit in the divets beneath her hips.

"Oi," Eren nudged my arm, damn near knocking me off of the bleachers. "The fuck you staring at?"

I attempted to hide my gaze, bringing my eyes to rest on my vans, but Eren had already followed my line of sight down to the football field.

"Oh shit," he chuckled excitedly, "She's joined the cheer team? its the end of the year!"

"She broke her ankle last summer, remember? Now shut up," I grumbled, going back to burying my face in my chemistry homework. I didn't want to talk about it.

Eren just sighed heavily, retying his bun atop his head.

"I don't know why you even like her, everyone else is too scared to. Levi would kick your ass." he offered, discarding our science project altogether. I continued working out formula's and showing my work, making sure to get the credit I deserved for the assignment.

"I don't" I lied, flipping the page of my book, not bothering to give another glance his way.

"Pfff, sure," He scoffed, rising from his seat next to me. "If you don't like her, go talk to her. You have nothing to fear if you're not trying to fuck her!"

A hearty groan accompanied sigh slipped from my throat, as i now shot Eren a daggered stare.

"I'm not trying to fuck her, Eren," I informed my best friend. "It's not like that..."

"HA, you're in love with her?!" He laughed far too loudly. "You've not even met her!"

"Shut UP!!!" I snapped, standing to face him angrily. "Even if I did want to, it's not like I'd get the chance!"

Finally giving in, Eren raised his arms in surrender. "Fine, but when you go to prom on your own because you're stuck on the captain's girlfriend, I'm not gonna pity you.

With a heavy eye roll, I began placing my weighted books back in their bag, readying myself for my next class.

"Come on," I lent my head toward the school, "We've got sports after this."

My friend left his protests at the stands, walking with me toward the school. As we left, I took a quick glance back to the field, seeing her run toward the goal.

She was swept up in Levi's arms, the goalie spinning her around and planting a heavy kiss to her temple. My head snapped front, and I continued my walk. I would never get the chance to call her mine.

Get out of my head, Celine, I thought to myself.

~*~

Sports started just as it always did. We would file into the gymnasium, running until our teacher decided we were winded enough not to be heathens.

Connie and Jean ran along side Eren and myself, keeping a good jogging pace.

"I asked Sasha," Connie beamed, this being the big achievement he wouldn't shut up about.

"WE KNOW!!!" Our group chastised in unison.

"If you don't quit, I'll wring your scrawny neck!" Jean hissed, a fist raised toward our bald friend, "Prom is like three months away!"

"Jeez," Eren calmed Jean, "He's just excited! He was the last one to get a girl!"

My brows knit together as the three of my friends looked at me.

"I-I mean, besides you, Armin," Eren corrected.

"Yeah, thanks," I shot back.

"We just know you're not the type to go to dances," Jean piped up from his side.

"Or like, be social in general," Connie added.

I rolled my eyes, jogging ahead of the group of lads, catching up with Annie and Mikasa.

"They teasing you again?" Annie asked, a sharp glare thrown over her shoulder at the boys.

"It's just because they're dicks," Mikasa offered before I could answer. "You don't need a girlfriend to be happy."

"I know," I said, my breath now coming in ragged bursts. "It'd just be nice not to be the seventh wheel of the group."

" I knew I shouldn't've said yes when Eren asked me out," Annie said with a tinge of sadness. "I was your friend before I was his."

Finally the whistle blew and we all jogged to a halt before the teacher,

"No Annie," I patted her shoulder as we came to a stop, my lungs burning. I needed to lay off the kush.

"You two are great together," I assured her with a small smile. "I'll get a girl one day, don't worry about me."

"Alright, kids," Mr. Pixis said over all of the chatting teenagers, silencing us.

"Today is Friday, and as most of you know, that means dodgeball," an uproar came from the class, Eren, Jean, and Connie all joining in from behind us. I watched as a small smirk crept it's way onto both Annie and Mikasa's faces.

Even though they had a rough start, these girls were now the best of friends; but every now and again, they'd choose to stay on separate teams, just to beat the hell out of each other for fun.

I would join a team that needed strategy over brawn. I was always good with the logistics as opposed to the battle itself. Sure, I could throw a ball and hit a target, but not with the force Eren or even Reiner could. Not to mention the class powerhouse cousins, Mikasa and Levi.

Pixis began a lecture about how last Friday, we had two kids sent to hospital with broken bones. How you got broken bones in dodgeball, I had no clue. Yet, apparently the senior sports class is now notorious for weekly injury percentage.

My gaze wandered across the room, knowing exactly what he'd say. 'Be careful,' 'I'm looking at you Leonheart, Ackerman Two.'

Finally, my eyes landed on the white locks of Celine. She stood to the left of Reiner Braun, another one of the football players Levi hung around. Levi positioned himself on her other side, an arm slung over her shoulder.

He was so fucking short. Though she herself was tiny, I don't understand how Celine could deal with it. Little man syndrome was something I'd always hated in society.

Her teal eyes shone with hunger at the mention of letting us choose our own teams this week, and I smiled. She was so beautiful.

Just as I thought to look away, her eyes suddenly snapped toward me, returning the smile that had just as swiftly melted from my face. A small wave of her hand to me caused Levi to follow her gaze, connecting with mine.

His stoic look morphed into one that threatened my very existence if I didn't back down now. I instantly shifted my gaze to land on my shoes.

"Shut it!" Pixis hollered. "Yeager, Braun, you're captains."

Over the ensuing chaos, of Reiner Braun and Eren calling out names, the crowd surrounding them, I saw Celine Walk to Reiner's side, Eren choosing Mikasa when it was his turn. I was usually Eren's third pick, so I expected to be next. It was always our strategy. We needed Jean, the distraction, Mikasa, the sniper, and my, the coordinator.

Eren was just Team Captain most times.

I heard my name called, but by the wrong voice.

"Arlert," Braun boomed, pointing a strong finger toward me, "You're with us."

My eyes went wide, shooting to my friends, who shared my bewilderment. I was never chosen to be on the elite team. If one of the football boys was captain, you knew their team would win. Why were they choosing me?

I hesitantly walked to the front of the group, standing next to Levi, who boxed Celine into Reiner.

The calling continued, much to my dismay. I shifted on my feet, leaning away from the black haired boy next to me. He not only stared me down, but turned to face me when he noticed Celine whispering to Reiner once again.

"You're lucky she chose you to be on our team," Ackerman snarled to me. "I would've knocked you into next century."

I gave a heavy gulp, and shied away once again.

He smirked, uncrossing his arms to drape one across his girlfriend's shoulders.

Finally, the teams had been assembled, and we were sent to opposite sides of the gym.

"Come here, Arlert," Annie chimed, welcoming me into the huddled circle our team had created.

"Alright," Celine's sweet voice rang quietly through the circle, my eyes catching on hers as she looked around us, "I knew Reiner is captain, but just like always, we're passing the title to Levi, he's the best commander he have. But I'm your chief strategist, so do as I say."

Annie nodded from my right, causing me to quickly follow suit.

"Yeager always has Brouse and Springer in the back, what do we do about that," Petra asked from my right.

"Berthold," Celine looked to the giant boy, "Think you can hit 'em from way up there?"

A silent nod came from hoover, and Celine looked to Annie, Levi, and Reiner, a firm expression crossing her lips.

"You three have worked together before, yeah? Lacrosse?" She questioned.

All three nodded their response.

"You guys remember offence position five? I helped Levi adapt it for the football field, but the original will do now, got it?"

"Yes Ma'am," came an agreement from Renier. Annie simply nodded. Levi pointedly kissed her temple, eyes never leaving mine. He was taunting me.

The first spark of jealousy lit within me, causing me to look back to our strategist, who in turn now focused on Gunther.

"You follow suit and watch their backs. You're on defence," She said finally. She then turned to me.

"I want your opinion," She voiced sweetly. "Yeager is impulsive, and can be taken out easily. But we need to get Mikasa away from him. Annie isn't enough. What do we do?"

I was put so on the spot that my mind went blank for a moment. 'NO!' I screamed internally, slapping a hand to my brow and thinking hard.

"Uh, I guess- I mean..."

"Great, Celine, you picked a dud," Levi snapped.

"No," she said pointedly. "I have Arlert in my statistics class, he can work out anything. Just give him a minute."

Her words caused a heat to flash over my nose and ears, causing my brain to short once again.

"You could let me distract him," I offered, if only to give her an answer. "I can talk to him from the line. She won't think I'm any danger to him."

"Then you slip in and take him out, " Reiner added, giving me a quick smile. "You're right, kid's got game."

I didn't really think it was the best idea, but the group all nodded along with Reiner.

"You don't mind being out in the open like that? I'd watch your back until you get him where we need him," Y/n asked and assured.

I shook my head. "I can manage."

"Alright, you have your assignments," She said with a smile. "Now let's kick this kid's ass. Break!"

Everyone walked away from the circle, lining up along the wall below the basketball hoop. The other team faced us. I slipped in next to Annie,Celine coming to my other side.

"Uh, thanks for choosing me, I guess," I offered to Celine. With a soft smile, she waved me off.

“I just didn’t want Levi to nail you,” She chuckled, causing me to blush a deep red. She had known he’d seen me.

“I didn’t mean to, really, I was just-”

“No, dude,” she once again waved my statement off with a small hand. “Levi is really possessive sometimes. I know he ‘s just looking out for me, but not everyone who looks at me deserves to get hit.”

The sharp ring of the teacher’s whistle cut through the air, and the battle began. When I say battle, I mean Eren’s team and the fastest of my own comrades booking it toward the line of rubber balls in the middle of the gym. I thought they’d kill each other with the force in which they chucked the balls.

Eren was watching on, commanding his troops from behind Sasha and Connie. MIkasa and Annie were already duking it out over the line, jumping, dodging, and rolling out of the way of each other’s strikes.

Reiner and Berthold stood from the back of the gym, snagging balls out of the air, getting some of the underclassmen out. The Teacher watched from the sidelines, nodding in approval at the smack fest before him.

I watched the scene unfolding, scared for each team as they pelted each other. Finally, Celine had once again come to my attention.

“Let’s go, Levi and the others are in position,” She waved to me, scooting along the floor behind Berthold as he blocked her from view.

I followed closely, trying as coolly as ever to walk through the flying rubber spheres. I was shocked into freezing when a ball careened toward my stomach. I was going to ruin the whole plan.

Just as I was sure I was done, Berhold’s giant hand reached in front of me, and grabbed the ball.

“You can do that one handed?” I questioned, watching him look over the red ball like it was only a ball of yarn someone had tossed him.

“My hands are big,” His voice softly offered.

“I can take him from here, Berty,” Celine smiled from his other side. “Go help Reiner!”

The giant accepted her command, walking back easily. I peered to Celine, only now being a good two metres from the midline.

“What do I do?” I asked nervously.

“You got this, just get his attention,” She offered, snagging a ball from the ground and hiding behind me.

I carefully threw one hand in the air, waving to Eren, his final body guard stalking the midline to my right, mirroring Annie.

I tried again, knowing he didn’t see me as he looked forward to see Jean take a hit to the groin, crumpling into a ball on the wooden floors.

I looked back, seeing Berthold and Petra get nailed by Eld, Oruo sacrificing himself as Petra fell backwards. There were only four of us left, and Eren had Mikasa and Sasha left. It was now or never. Now, as Annie, Reiner and Levi defended our position from Mikasa, I caught Eren’s attention.

“Come here!” I shouted over the loud bouncing of balls on walls. A loud smack came echoing around us, signaling Sasha was gone.

Eren looked to Mikasa, seeing her taking on all three remaining opponents. Well, the three he saw.

“What’s up,” He panted, jogging over and watching as Mikasa doged three balls at once.

“I’m on Levi’s shit list,” I offered quietly. “Celine had told Reiner to pick me so Levi couldn’t hit me in the game.”

“What?” He questioned, never taking his eyes off of his sister.

“I was…” I stopped myself when I noticed Celine peeking out from behind me, ready to bash Eren in the face with a rubber ball. “Never mind.”

A heavy thud sounded, and Eren fell to the ground. Mikasa’s neck snapped to face us.

Her eyes, full of rage, landed on me, then Celine, who by this time, was doing a dance of victory next to me. Levi looked over too.

As if time had slowed around me, I watched in slow motion as Mikasa turned on a dime, swinging her arm hard over her shoulder, releasing the ball in her hand. The rubber spun, whistling through the air as it headed toward Celine.

Shit, I thought.

Without thinking I took a step to the left just in time for the ball to connect hard with my jaw.

I fell backwards, my skull bouncing off the floor. My vision went blurry, and my hearing went in and out. The rubber pang that resounded with an echo through the gym was sickening. She hit me hard.

As I lay on the floor, a stark haired figure came to hover above me, shouting something at me. Another few heads joined the circle of vision that I could barely see. I felt myself slipping into sleep, eyes finally closing.

It hadn’t felt like anything but a second before I was hit with ice cold water, causing a gasp to ring from my throat. I had almost bit my lip ring when I sat straight up, my cranium throbbing in pain.

“Arlert?!” Celine grabbed my arm and cradled my head in her hand as she laid me back on the floor. “Why did you do that?!”

My nose scrunched as I felt a sharp pain course through my eye, bringing my finger to assess the swollen skin.

“Dude, you look like shit,” Eren chuckled.

“I’m so sorry!!!” Mikasa cried, sliding to sit next to me across from Celine. “I didn’t mean to hit you!”

I shook my head slowly. “It’s fine,” I looked to Celine, “Did you get hit?”

“No,all thanks to you,” She sweetly chuckled, offering me a hand. Eren took my other and they both heaved me up to my feet. “I’m gonna ask again, why did you do that?”

I shrugged, rubbing the back of my neck with a clammy palm. “I uh, You were gonna get hit so I-”

“Hey, Arlert!” Levi called, sauntering over from the bleachers, Reiner and Eld following closely on his tail.

With a grimace, he outstretched his hand forcefully, almost shoving it at me.

“Thanks for blocking the hit,” He said. “It was a cool thing to do.”

Eren nudged me forward, urging me to take his hand. I did.

Levi pulled me to him, slapping a hand across my back in a manly hug. I felt a shiver run down my spine. I hated Levi.

This dude had picked on me since I was in elementary school, and he was not one you’d call, ‘a chill dude’. He was uptight, and a perfectionist. Not to mention entitled and arrogant as hell.

He squeezed me tightly, leaning up to whisper in my ear.

“Lay off, or the whole team will kick your ass,” He threatened, pulling back with a cheery smile.

I rubbed out the knot he’d forced into my palm, watching him walk Celine out of the gym. She gave a pearly smile and small wave before crossing the threshold.

“Dude,” Connie stalked up to me, the rest of our group the only ones left in the gym, “She was all over you…”

My face filled with blood, Mikasa coming to smile.

“Maybe I should’ve hit you harder,” She chuckled.

“She was pawing at you, bro,” Eren wrapped an arm around my shoulders, spreading a hand across the air in front of us as we walked.

“Head on your chest, hands on your face! If you were awake, you would’ve died all over again!”

“I didn’t kill him,” Mikasa said, causing me to bury my face in my hands as we all walked back to the locker rooms.

“Just shoot me now anyway,” I groaned.

#attack on titan #aot imagines #aot x reader #aot headcanons #armin arlert #armin x reader smut #armin smut #armin x you #snk smut #attack on titan smut #levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi imagines

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beesatthedisco · 4 years

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How does this even work...

Okay, so I’ve been on tumblr since before the first time they very slightly changed the shade of blue and I hope that in and of itself is enough to help y’all know... I’m ancient. (I’m 27, and will only rp with ppl 18+, sorry friendos)

Somehow, despite being on tumblr and despite having made about a million accounts for various things in my day, I’ve not made an RP account, and don’t really know how to get started. I guess I’m just gonna put down what I know about myself and what I’m looking for here and hope for the best, but I’d be open to any kind of protips from those of you who have been using tumblr to find rp for much longer.

RIP to your eyes ahead of time, this is a long post. If you want to skip to the part where I share my Original plots, pairings, and fandom cravings, please just scroll to the end and accept my humble apologies. (Highkey I copied this out of my google doc, don’t shoot me.)

I enjoy writing both original plots and fandom stuff. When RPing within a fandom setting, I'm open to playing as canons, as ocs, or any combination of both. I'm open to co-creating settings inspired but not based in fandoms, and open to playing AU or canon settings as well. When originals are involved, I prefer co-creating our worlds together, so we're both invested in the landscape that our characters inhabit. Speaking of characters- I'll play as any gender and in any pairing type- I hope that this is the same for you. I love writing a broad spectrum of characters to keep things interesting for myself and to practice viewing the world through different perspectives. I feel it's difficult to do this when being forced or pigeonholed into writing as a gender you DEMAND of me. However... I can be flexible, and if your ideas are interesting enough, I may just give you what you ask for anyways, haha. I'm perfectly open to playing multiple characters, whether it's a broad interactive cast of mains and background characters, a system of noninteracting or separate sets of doubles, triples, you name it, or whatever other configuration of multiple-character-playing you prefer.

I'm not too terribly concerned about post lengths and am open to writing with people who might be new to the RP scene. I'm pretty flexible about how much I'll write. A good rule of thumb for myself is that I tend to respond with more when I have more to work with. That doesn't always mean that there are more words on your post for me to respond to; instead, I mean that if your post has enough ideas, inspiration, and momentum, I can go buckwild with my posts. My comfort zone seems to be around 4-6 paragraphs per post, but I've been known to write either a lot more in particularly thrilling rps. If I'm writing a huge post- don't feel daunted or expected to match length. I love all sized posts!!! I'm just overly enthusiastic and get carried away sometimes. (This means you can also at any time tell me to chill out on how much I'm writing. ) When it comes to writing style, I only have a few hard expectations of you- I do not engage in roleplay featuring the 'would' style of writing. (For example: "She would pick up the rock and inspect it closely.") I don't exactly know why I dislike this tense so much, but it pulls me right out of the immersion of writing/reading and tends to entirely destroy my interest in the story. I'm sorry. Next, I care at least a little about punctuation and spellchecking. If you're roleplaying online, you have access to ways to make sure that you're not just submitting gibberish. If you need help finding those resources... feel free to ask!

I'm open to the idea of making profiles for our characters, but I'm okay without making them too. I'm also vaguely ambivalent to 'beautifying' our posts, should we do them somewhere that allows that sort of thing. I'm fine with any style of reference images, or with not using them at all. I can't promise I won't send you songs and images and memes that remind me of our story, though! Also- I'm super down for dice systems if we decide to go that route (and prefer dice systems if we include combat of any variety in our story.) I love romance, but it doesn't necessarily have to be the drive of our plot if that's not your style. My favorite genres to write in are science fiction, any variety of fantasy, horror, drama, historical settings, wild western settings, and mysteries.

Last but not least, I tend to like making friends with my writing partners. I prefer writing with people I actually get along with, so for me, the plotting phase is the most important. It helps me get to know your personality a bit more, and you mine, so we both know whether or not it's a good match to write long term! I'll write on most platforms, so let's discuss what makes the most sense for us. Finally, I generally only write with folks 18+, for the safety of everyone involved. Thanks for understanding.

Well, as I said, I've got a big ol list of ideas, if any of this strikes you as 'good writing friend' material, so send me a DM and I'll get back to you asap! Feel free to share your ideas too!!!

Original Ideas

- There's something dire down in the mines to the east of this old Western town. Folks keep goin' in to investigate, disappearin' for days at a time, then comin' back all different-like with the lights gone from their eyes. What could be happenin' out there, sheriff? (horror/western)

- A high-fantasy world's balance is shattered when the source of magic is destroyed. How will the people of this mystical land navigate a now mundane life, and how can they survive when so many magical devices go defunct and awry?

- A no-magic world is suddenly spun into chaos: an apocalyptic event leads to the sudden introduction of magic into a world that had previously never known it. In the post-apocalyptic (and mystically-charged) ashes of a world that once was, how do the survivors compete for resources and control?

- A star falls from the sky! They're rare, and it's dangerous to be one. Are you the star, hunted and lost? Or are you someone who finds a star?

- A lich (my character) is rumored to live in the castle at the foot of the mountains, only a mile or so from your town. It's said they're a true villain, the worst of the worst... but what is the truth?

-Arranged Marriages between physical embodiments of the seasons or planets

-A sailor, pirate, or other seafarer keeps noticing the same shape in the waters near their ship. After a terrible storm, the ship wrecks… now, one’s a mermaid, one’s a sailor, and they’re both idiots trying to find their way back home.

-Disaster has struck! A grisly assassination attempt leads a bodyguard to quickly usher their liege to safety. Drama ensues!

-Stowaways, and the people who catch 'em!

- Androids and more androids! Or... androids and non-androids!

-In a dwindling-magic world, those who cling to the olde magicks and the old way of living struggle against the new capitalist society and its nonmagic technology. In one still-magickal neighborhood where our story takes place, shopkeepers fight against nonmagickal gentrification in an effort to keep their businesses, communities, and traditions alive.

- A wandering traveler gets caught in a storm and chances upon an abandoned home, castle, or manor.... oh no!

- A train hopping crust punk encounters the ghost of a fellow train-hopper who fell under the rails and died.

- A living person's computer, gaming device, or phone is inhabited by a flirty ghost!

- There's a friendly but sad ghost living in a living person's new home! (Can you tell I like ghosts?)

Original (and corny) pairing ideas

fairy or elf / vampire or other dark creature

vampire / human

god / mortal

demon / angel or other dark/light archetypical pairings

dragon / humanoid

naval captain / stowaway

mob boss / citizen

superhero / supervillain

serial killer / investigator

serial killer / citizen

Bounty hunter/outlaw

outlaw/sherriff

outlaw/outlaw

farmhand/outlaw

Current Fandom Interests/Cravings

Pokemon - preferably with ocs and in a custom setting ft. all the ‘mons/us playing as humans

Elder Scrolls - pls, i’m craving this almost more than anything, and have been for years

Red Dead Redemption - it is cowboy time now

Legend of Zelda - i have a couple of cute ideas for this!

Avatar/Legend of Korra

Labyrinth - please please please someone play jareth for me, ill give you my firstborn in exchange

Star Wars - currently a little burned out on playing as kylo for everyone, so please don’t ask me to be him dlfkjdslfj

Game of Thrones

Lord of the Rings

Night in the Woods

Brutal Legend - does anyone but me remember this??? Omfg lets rp in this setting PLS

The Dragon Prince

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just-honey-dewd · 4 years

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My Personal Desires for Hazbin Hotel

I decided to make this a separate post for this. I credit @smilesthroughfandoms for inspiring me to write this hefty load. (Also, don’t worry about me Smiles, I’m slowly fixing my sleep schedule as we speak.)

First bunch of plot-related episodes of Hazbin showcasing Charlie making failed attempts at trying to redeem patrons by teach them moral philosophies, before having it addressed to her (like a reality check episode maybe from her mom) that she can’t expect to teach demons moral philosophy when she herself was never on earth to learn it through experience and exposure

She addresses this to the gang, and goes on to say they should probably take a break from trying to run this hotel, and it shows as a defining character moment for her cuz she legit tells em that she can’t hope to redeem demons if she doesn’t have her own basis of what’s right and wrong, the way they must’ve had (which also gives way to a potential route of making her openly acknowledge how alien she is compared to everyone else in the cast, who one way or another, used to be human, and used to live on earth. and this could gradually escalate as the series goes on)

They take a break, they still offer themselves up as a hotel for those that still were staying in, and for a couple of episodes, everything’s relatively chill There are two plots, plot A is anything kinda character-driven/dynamic-between-fun-characters/action-packed. Plot B is either villains pov, world-building following minor main characters, or sometimes a focus on Charlie being kinda lost on the whole morals and earth thing, and going up to all her friends individually to try and get their perspective or what they learned from their time on earth (basically one of openings for showing hints if not full on origins)

I think if they were to try anything for the origins of the characters, it’d be most enduring if we get small hints and suggestions; enough for fan speculation, but not enough to make a bold accurate conclusion

Origins of more important main characters shouldn’t be treated as though they are above other main characters. Or at least, it shouldn’t be obvious that the climax to a season would be the reveal origins of Alastor or Angel, etc

They should all be treated equally, and be given roughly the same amount of time, care and thought when writing/unveiling the truth and/or complexities of their backstories. So if there were any big reveals of revelations regarding certain characters, the audience won’t be able to easily pick it out because there were no prolonged moments where the show basically hammers it into their heads that “X has known Y’s secret since Z“

I hope if they go down that path where they write the origin episodes to tell specifically Charlie only, it’s to kind of make her feel more isolated and inhuman because she can’t relate to that aspect of themselves, and she could never discuss origins of (ex. Alastor) to anyone else, because he probably would only spill his origins to a character he’s known since forever, and/or her.

But if they go and have the origins stories be revealed to the gang, I hope it’s to bond them together as friends, but then have the knowledge of a character’s origins influence the gang’s attitude and personality cuz that can cause internal conflict (and cuz that’s natural imo). Have it be hypocritical and mildly unjust because a character (maybe prolly Charlie) said “Don’t be afraid to be your true self around us, we won’t let the past change who you’ve been to us all this time.“

Just some good and well-earned angst tyvm, and the formula: origin stories = some character development (could be bad or good)

Plot-related episodes get blended in well with the more comedic, character-dynamic establishing episodes, and the antagonist interventions (where we get to see their struggles so they make for engaging bad guys)

Additionally; casual interactions with characters that are friends with the main cast, to make it seem they’re oh-so close

For some lighthearted early episodes, have the villains not yet establish a reason to antagonise the main characters, so they could meet the main characters casually with mostly no bias (depending on the character and his/her status)

Basically episodes where the villains just go to the happy hotel for their own unique, but still dishonorable reasons. And they interact and deal with some variations of the main cast (maybe some aren’t there, maybe they’re not themselves at the time). The thing that makes em antagonistic could be a single character (maybe Alastor’s the sole reason Vox is a main antagonist), a naysayer/horribly awful person (like that news woman who probably hates Charlie’s guts), something to do with hell developments outside of the effects caused by main characters and/or the show’s environment (happy hotel).

For the comedy-driven episodes, try and prioritise world-building, building up the complex relationships between characters, and just normal development for the hotel’s popularity or literal condition

Depending on the type of show they’re going for, they could try establishing the level of absurdity and grounded reality they may have in this fictional world

Comedy might be best as B-plot for all I know, but I hope the comedy takes advantage of the introduction of new characters, and keeps the meeting lighthearted as the show can be

And please, please have the comedy range in variety. I can only take so much of Angel’s crude sex jokes in one episode. Angel’s personality being capable of consisting of the phrase “into making crude humour“ is not a good thing.

Have more characters display their own unique sense of humour, don't let Angel carry the quipage in an episode, I know he's the most verbal one in the group, but please... at least limit him to a few sex jokes, if not, give him more to say other than dirty jokes. Not dad jokes though, cuz they wouldn't sound fit with him. Maybe just dark humour?

Also, I think comedic episodes of Hazbin hotel have the potential for being good for fanservice. There’s stuff like; Charlastor material, RadioDust material, anything that’s definitely not gonna happen in canon but can be humored for like an episode. (ex; Maybe a ball that Charlie has to go to cuz compulsory, but it’s hosted by homophobes who don’t allow guests to choose partners of the same sex, so Alastor offers to take her. And they mostly just trash the party for it’s douchy policies and it’s more comedy than with shipping potential.)

It’s actually fitting in the tone of the show too, cuz this show ain’t going to do fanservice canonically, cuz this is a story that takes place hell. So in a way, we as the audience suffers cuz life is hell, and not everything (if anything) will come out how you want it.

#my posts #hazbin hotel headcanons #hazbin headcanons #things i hope to see in this show #hazbin hotel #might make a separate post for helluva boss #but that'd mean me rewatching the pilot #...i'll probably procrastinate on that one #i'll try to improve my sleep schedule #slowly but surely #charlastor

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steve0discusses · 4 years

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Yugioh S4 Ep 17: Just Throw em on the Murder Pile

Ah, week one of the Stay-at-Home mandate. After a week of getting so little work done, I decided to get Animal crossing so I could get away from the people I live with to our own little virtual islands. So, I spent my time, fishing so many fishes and bugs for the the museum that wasn’t open yet, placing them all over the island so I could use them later. Went to bed having done all this wonderful work, my masterpiece, my beautiful island.

The next day I woke up an hour later than my brother, who spent that time logging into Animal Crossing, not realizing he was sharing an island with me (for some reason you only get one island per switch, which was a decision they made???) and he was like “the hell are all these fish everywhere?” So he sold all of them, made himself an Oricalchos shirt and a Yami third eye in the fashion editor, and then used all my fish money to buy so many oil drums and put them all over the trash side of his island.

I was asleep one hour. One single hour. It is all trash oil drums and fire and a poorly drawn Oricalchos t-shirt.

Ah, the irony when you get a game to escape the people you live with only to realize that you share the location of the game itself--with those same people. The irony.

So anyways, we found out that our efforts were futile anyway, long story short we sort of...soft locked this children’s game, and had to restart the entire island. lol.

So while I recover from that shock, lets talk about Yugioh.

They’re still on the Caltrain and Yami is still appearing to have a lot of difficulty remembering how to use cards without Yugi. But, we find out at the end of the episode, he’s mostly just pretending to have difficulty. We’ll get to why this bluff is so mind boggling later--Yami just has a lot of weird layers to him, and most are just so...so lovingly stupid.

Anyway, Timaeus doesn’t work with him now, but honestly it wasn’t clear why Timaeus ever did in the first place since Yami is both two people and a dead person at the same time. Yami shouldn’t exist.

This doesn’t matter in the end, because Yami is good at cards when he isn’t actively trying to get cursed to give himself a handicap like he did with Raphael.

Unlike Yami, Joey decides to reflect upon the moral consequences of Hella Killing a Guy, which youknow...should mess you up a little bit.

But obvi, Rex has to die for the plot to move forward, so RIP.

(more RIP under the cut)

Yugioh made sure to give Rex a big send off that took waaaaay longer than Gurimo, just saying.

Lololololol

Just two u’s, sleeping so pleasantly.

And I’m just guessing, ps, but I feel like it’s a good guess. I feel like this wasn’t like this in the original.

Back at the train that should be crossing the ocean at this point, Weevil has pulled out some misdirection. Knowing that Yami has been misdirecting Weevil this entire time, it is just so baffling that he’d totally fall for this.

If someone did this to Seto Kaiba--that I would believe, instantly. But to Yami? OK there, Yami.

Mind you, Yami is grieving, and he’s not mentally all there in both the literal sense and in the mental sense, but wow, Yami. You fell for that.

Yami has lost his entire mind and is just kind of winging it until he gets arrested.

He has no reason to be better than this. He’s like “FML. I’m gonna go ape, I don’t freakin care”

Like, Yami has this anger problem, which the show has said out loud a few times this season, but we haven’t really seen too often in previous seasons to a great degree. So we have to give him some places where he can demonstrate getting super pissed, to make up for the fact that Yami’s character developed has mostly been about “I’m too lonely and cursed to make friends, Yugi.” and “I’m DEAD, Yugi, I don’t want to learn about my history.” and “Gods why are you always making problems for me to solve for you, Kaiba?”

Not saying he hasn’t been mad and vengeful before this moment, but he hasn’t been as explosive before this season--it’s always been a chill anger, a quietly menacing kind of crazy, youknow? But...characters change. Yami’s developed to be different now and that’s fine. Being pissed someone killed your soul bud that you share a body with, I feel, is a natural thing to be pissed about.

But, Yami is permanently in a state of anger and brooding since Yugi left, despite being pretty chill for most of the past 4 seasons. It’s like the first time we get to experience Yami be Just Yami since the beginning of Season 1 and it’s a completely different Yami anyway.

I guess this is to point out that they really did rely on the other to complete their personality. Which is weird, but that is a thing you do with people that you’re spend a ton of time with--you kind of forget how to do things solo.

Like there was this interesting study where they took married people and asked them simple grade school questions, and they answered them fine when they were together in the same room. But, when they were separated--they suddenly would blank on random stuff. They couldn't remember capitals or multiplication tables--simple stuff. But people who were single, were able to do these things fine alone or with a friend.

People who spend a hell ton of time together learn to help eachother answer the questions as a team, and the parts of the brain you use to like...memorize capitals and multiplication might decay because there’s someone else who will just always do it for you.

So anyway, the takeaway I get from this is that the part of Yami and Yugi that could read if Weevil is lying was Yugi and that’s a lot to take in. Yugi might be smarter than Yami? Weird. Low bar, but weird.

So, Yami won’t need to justify to himself like Joey, he’s just gonna kill this guy outright. Immediately. There was some card shenanigans, and I guess he had the opportunity to beat him even further after he was dead? I didn’t fully pay attention to the card logic but it was so brutal that Tea had to get involved.

She was quicker to save even S1 Seto Kaiba, just throwing that out there. Tea was like “I’ll step in between you two, but I’ll be run really slow about it.”

I think she was more worried about Yami going dark than Weevil who’s...already dead. And again, you don't have to worry about Yami going dark. I say it a lot but he’s a dark wizard. This is kind of his zone.

And then, they actually touched for the first time in like--kind of a lot of episodes. I kind of forgot about this ship.

How come when she’s wrestling him it looks more like a hug than the few times they’ve hugged? These writers, man. They’re just...so close to figuring out how to write a ship but just so, so far away.

I just want to remind y’all that the Oricalchos broke Valon’s arm but Tea and Tristan just walked away because they’re that hulk IRL.

I just love that Yugi is so short that Tea has to be on a ladder below him in order to have this pose happen.

After that awkward moment that Yami lost his entire mind and killed a guy, he had another weird moment where he just...looked down at his hands and was like “I’m the real monster?????”

He didn’t think about the moral consequences until AFTER he killed Weevil. And honestly, that feels a lot more like the Yami I know. That was maybe the most Yami thing he did this episode. Reminder, they got into this train duel while trying to stop a runaway train, and they did nothing about that.

So anyway, how’s this train going?

(San Jose has over one million residents but don’t tell Yugioh.)

And then, sadly, I had to say goodbye to my penultimate favorite character in Yugioh, second only to the storyboarder. Goodbye, forever.

At least the death sequence for the Caltrain seemed appropriately long, as it should be. Rex’s went ON but the Caltrain? Lets get that slowmo pan for it. Goodbye, first train in Yugioh (that wasn’t shaped like a dragon.)

And I just figured it was Darts who did this, but apparently Darts was just as upset as I was when he saw that train derail and then soar 500 feet above the track like a figure skater.

Y’ALL

First off congrats to Darts’ fluffy as hell lower eyelash extensions, I’m lowkey jealous.

Second off, every year on the ballot we get a measure that wants to funnel money into the Caltrain. Every single year. It almost never passes, and when it does, the money sort of vanishes into the aether. It’s really annoying.

To think that THIS ineptitude is what helped Darts loose track of Yami and I’m going to assume save the whole damn world.

I can’t believe the auto lobby and the corrupt Caltrain management just saved the world like that.

I can’t believe that’s Canon to Yugioh.

My expression when I found out that after we just mercifully cut the cast by two, they decided to stick in this new guy?

Ugh a new guy.

So Yugi and Tea do say at the end “you ok?” “yeah” so it’s nice that Tea can survive a train crash off a cliff into a ditch. Tea, and this reincarnated ghost. God tier.

Anyway if you just got here, this is a link to read these in order

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

I feel like I say every week “ah, I finally have time to catch up” but I still post at exactly the same rate anyway but...I guess we’ll see, huh?

#ygo #yugioh #Yu-Gi-Oh #Yugi Muto #Yami muto #Tea gardner #joey wheeler #rex raptor #Weevil underwood #Darts #very sorry to the Dart enthusiasts who just want to talk about the game darts #caltrain #Wow caltrain I'll miss you #This episode is Yami acting like a crazy person for like half the time and I'm all for it #S4 #Ep17

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sirsapling · 4 years

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Catching Up on Tagged Posts

I’ve been tagged in quite a few things recently, and if I don’t do them now I’ll forget about them forever, so I’m gonna put them all here and under the cut because my friends, this is gonna be a long fuckin’ post.

I also won't be following any tagging rules... cause i’d end up running out of people to tag. If you want to do any or all of these, consider me your tagger.

QUARANTINE GAME

Tagged by the dearest brilliant @bardingbeedle

Answer the following questions!

1. How has your day been?

It’s been okay, a lot of my days have been focused on drawing little things and focusing on my diet. I might be getting a buzz cut this evening, that's a thing. (Edit from later in the evening when I came back to finish this: I got a buzz cut)

2. What is the last thing that made you smile?

This question made me realise I hadn't smiled today. That was pretty depressing, but I reconnected with a dear friend yesterday and that was pretty swell.

3. What’s keeping you entertained these days?

Since entering lock down, and briefly getting sick (not with covid as far as we can tell) it sort of forced me to separate myself from my student life and work life, and consider, well, me for a while. I’ve had more creative drive in the past week than I’ve had in months, and I’ve made more even with school. I’ll be staggering uploads, but i’ve made a surprising amount. Lock down may have made me lonely as hell, with a heck of a need to talk to people a lot (I finally got over my hesitation about joining the MCU 18+ server, and they have had to deal with me hovering constantly to join conversations) but it’s been nice to work again.

4. if you are in some kind of quarantine/self isolation: is there anything you’d like to achieve in this time?

I just hit about 17 days inside, and my ideal for a time where, for now, I seem to be a lot more focused, would be to finish my long overdue commissions. The people who bought them have waited way too long, and as much as I’d like to pay them back I certainly can't afford that, so I’m gonna work my ass off at art and apologies.

5. Post a selfie! (If you’re comfortable with that!)

Ask the like 5 people who have seen my real face, they’ll confirm the likeness

Tagged by @thirstinart

rules: tag 20 people you’d like to know better and wrangle them into answering the questions below.

Nicknames: Sapling, Sap, SirSap, Plant Dad, Captain Dadsap and the Ultimates book club recently decided Daddy Sap was appropriate and I’m gauging how to feel about that

Gender: Male

Height: 5’ 7

Star sign: Aries

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Favorite animal: Sharks ‘n’ Bears

Number of blankets: I love the feel and the weight of blankets but in practice I get too hot.

Where I’m from: From a town in England too small to sensibly name, but I now live in London

When I started this account: It was technically made in 2014, but I didn't begin posting till 2017

Why I started this account: I originally made it to follow a lot of my friends from DeviantArt when tumblr was in that prime. But when I started using it for real it was to post art for Hellogarbagetime and sabrecmc after they egged me into making some during the AA streams at the start of that year.

MUSIC MEME

Tagged by @ayapandagirl (Tumblr won't let me tag you for some reason??)

Rules: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to! put your music on shuffle and list the first ten songs, then tag ten people. no skipping!

Shakes - Emeli Sandé

Don’t Lose My Number (cover) - Ninja Sex Party

In for the Kill - La Roux

Killer Queen - Queen

Swim - Fickle Friends

Underdog - Imagine Dragons

Independant Together - The Steven Universe the Movie soundtrack

River Lea - Adele

11:11 - Andrew Applepie

Reaper - Sia

A lot of this stuff is stuff I still listen to thankfully, that cover of Don’t loose My Number is one of my FAVOURITE songs

Trope game!

Tagged by @capnstars

1. Slowburn or Love at First Sight

2. Fake Dating or Secretly Dating

This isn't a formatting error I just really fuckin’ love secret dating.

3. Enemies to Lovers or Best Friends to Lovers

4. “Oh no, there’s Only One Bed,” or Long Distance Correspondence

5. Hurt/Comfort or Amnesia

6. Fantasy AU or Modern AU

7. Mutual Pining or Domestic Bliss

8. Smut or Fluff

9. Canon-Compliant/Missing Scenes or Fix-It

10. Alternate Universe or Future Fic

11. One Shot or Multi-chapter

12. Kid Fic or Road trip Fic

13. Reincarnation or Character Death

14. Arranged Marriage or Accidental Marriage

15. High School Romance or Middle-Aged Romance

16. Time Travel or Isolated Together

17. Neighbours or Roommates

18. Sci Fi AU or Magic AU

19. Body swap or Genderbend

20. Angst or Crack

21. Apocalyptic or Mundane

Last Sentence Meme

I was tagged in this meme by @blossomsinthemist @firelightmystic and I swear @ashes0909 tagged me in one of these like a decade ago and I didn't ever do it

Rules: Post the last line you wrote and tag the same number of people as the word count of your last line.

Since I got tagged 3 times, have one of my long gangly sentences that I haven’t been forced to cut down (cough, Ferret, cough) to a reasonable and sensible size yet.

Last line I wrote:

“Tony’s is ready to protest this, blood rapidly rushing between his head and other areas, but then Steve wraps a warm, heavy arm around his shoulders to lead him back inside, and Tony forgets it in order to loop his arm round Steve’s waist and walk with him, rubbing little arcs into Steve’s hip.”

Word count: 54

#wow long post #SERIOUSLY LONG FUCKIN POST #text post #tagged in #tag memes #misc #about me

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sengenweek · 4 years

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SenGen Week: Day 07

Day 07: January 04

Senkuu's birthday / free choice (Nightshade)

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Title: Murky Bedsheets.

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A/N: Chronologically speaking you can place this before 'In Sickness And Health'.

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The second time Gen celebrated Senkuu's birthday, his gift wasn't so flamboyant. This time around, the magician had surprised the scientist caught up in his little lab doing whatever science related stuff he was busy with this time around. Gen surrounded the scientist's neck and shoulders with his arms and blew into his ear. Earning him a jump from Senkuu.

"Dammit mentalist, you startled me" he complained.

"Hehe. Sorry. But it is pretty late, Senkuu-chan you should go to bed"

"Can't. I wanna finish this before tomorrow" Senkuu argues.

"It will still be here tomorrow, I assure you no one will touch it"

"Yes. And it will still be incomplete tomorrow"

Gen sighed, the scientist could be so stubborn some times. Yet he smiled to himself, he was good at getting Senkuu to do what he wanted.

"Fine. If you wanna have it that way. And here I wanted to relieve you from your stress~" he says, putting a hand to his chest, as if he'd been wounded.

The scientist turns to look at him –hand still on chest, and pouting lips– with escepticism, he knew the mentalist wanted to get something from him, he just didn't know what. But then again, Gen did help him relax in past occasions, so he supposed that adding one more wouldn't hurt much.

"Okay. I'll stop for tonight" he sighs.

"Good~!" the other beamed.

Gen pulled him up and took him to their shared hut –the observatory–. The first thing the scientist noticed were the many flowers laying around in the floor, in their bed. He turns to look at Gen, the smile on his face is mischievous and he can already imagine what will come next –what the blue eyed man wanted–. Gen's fingers trace the scars on his face –slow, gentle–, he pulls him for a kiss, one and then many, many kisses that steal his breath away –gloss his eyes–, and then Gen pulls him down into their bed. The mentalist's back hits the mattress first, then the scientist's palms feel the rough fabric beneath them, crushing some of the scattered nightshades –their murky perfume staining the sheets–.

"You need to relax more, Senkuu-chan"

"And would you help me out with that?" he teases.

"Happily~!"

The white-green haired man smiles, his nimble fingers working to get Gen's clothes off of him, taking his time undoing every layer, nibbling on the now exposed skin, marking with purple-red drawings the ivory canvas presented to him. The monocromatic bangs stick to Gen's forehead. The mentalist flips them over, so he contemplates Senkuu from above. With a swift motion of his hand, the belt on Senkuu's robe comes undone, the teen exposed.

"Soo~ convenient"

"More than the nine infernal layers you wear" he recriminates.

Gen laughs, a clear cristaline sound echoing on his ears. They kiss, they touch, Gen's fingers go south, where Senkuu's blood is pilling up, and he strokes, gentle, slow. Senkuu moans to the ministrations given to him, and decides not to get behind, his own fingers grapping around Gen's length teasing and pumping until the grasp the mentalist has on him falters. He pulls him for another kiss, sloppier than before –hungrier–. They're nearing their end, quick shallow breaths escape their mouths, their tongues mumble each other's names. And it hits them, Senkuu first, followed by Gen who trembles as if an earthquake took place inside of him, a silent gasp trying to form on his throat.

When Senkuu stops seeing white spots of light in his retine he flips them over once more, spreading open Gen's legs, he positions himself, and thrusts in. Gen moans pained and aroused, he's used to the scientist's antics, one orgasm before trying to ride him into a second. Which he promptly does, going in, and out at a steady pace, hitting his prostate on occasion, making his already weak legs tremble. It feels like paradise. And then they come undone in gasping breaths and skin pearled with beads of sweat, one more time. They relieve on their post-orgasm high before accommodating properly in bed. Gen's head resting over Senkuu's beating heart.

"Happy birthday, Senkuu-chan~!" the mentalist sings.

"You know mentalist, I owe you two birthday gifts already. You're gonna leave me indebted for life if you keep this up" he jokes.

"Sounds nice, don't you think?"

"It does. Thank you, for your help relaxing me. I appreciate it"

Gen hums in response, sleep tugging at his eyelids. Senkuu fixes the stray bicolored bangs, putting the larger portion –the white one– behind Gen's ear.

"Hey, mentalist" he calls. "Marry me".

"Yes~!" he purrs content.

The perfumed air is stagnant in Senkuu's lungs, the many black nightshades surrounding them only bring back to his brain the image of the man in his arms. He loves it.

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A/N: Finishing notes for this small series of works. They aren't that important, you can skip this ridiculous long foot note if you want –boy, I could just turn it into an epilogue chapter–.

01. Festivals and Foxes: If we talk cotton candy, man, ya gotta think in a festival, a carnival, whatever, but you think of orange and red, the noise, the people, and the greasy food being sold out. Even the manga made that connection, so I used that idea and added some supernatural stuff because of the kemonomimi bit. Gen being a fox deity is inspired from 'ZenTan Week' by hana-kitzu, which is a 'Kimetsu no Yaiba' fic. I took notice, especifically of chapter six, where the author depicts Aganuma Zen'itsu as a nine tailed fox. It seemed funny to me how something written for the week dedicated to another ship made it's way into this one.

02. Unfulfilled Reality: Since I already made notes on that chapter, I will only say the following: This was actually, the chapter I dreaded most to write, since the beginning I had no idea where to go from the prompt given, but once I remembered Farscape, everything started to fall into place, and I think this became my favorite contribution for the SenGen Week.

03. Aftertaste: When I read the word 'Cola', all that came to my head was my dad's voice saying: "It's not the original flavor". For you to understand this, I will elaborate, you see my father is a Coca-Cola fan, and I once bought a bottle that didn't taste the same as usual –it was likely a very old batch–, and he nags me to this day about it, so every time I give him a bottle of Cola he sighes after tasting it and says: "THIS, is the original flavor". So I thought, 'Senkuu Cola' is a very rough version of nowadays 'Cola', there is bound to be a difference in the flavor, so I came up with the idea of the 'aftertaste' that might be left in the mouth, and then I used the same idea for the lasting flavor of Gen and Senkuu's first kiss. Oh, and let us not forget the fight between Pepsi and Coca-Cola back in the 80's.

04. Colorfools: This title, and the overall idea, is really inspired by a fanfic called 'Colorfool' by PoetDameron. It's a 'That 70's Show' fic, that pairs up Eric Forman and Buddy Morgan as soulmates.

05. Grin and Kiss and Fangs and Blood: This was meant to be a separated multi-chapter fic all on it's own, but in the end I realized I could just fit the general idea in the prompt given, so I made it work, somehow. The idea itself came from a set of images, which depicted Senkuu as a vampire who had bitten Gen. Now, I didn't make Senkuu the vampire because the magician aesthetic seemed to work better for that trope, rather than the mad scientist one I associate with Senkuu.

06. In Sickness And Health: I wanted to make a sappier version of a chapter I wrote for my series of 'Gintama' drabbles –While We Are Together–, the chapter in question is called 'Rainy Days Are Meant To Be Spent Outside Getting Soaked To The Bone', and it ends with comedy, for this SenGen work in particular I wanted the ending to be more tender, but I couldn't grasp the ability to make it happen, so I left a sloppy end.

07. Murky Bedsheets: I have never, not once in my whole life, come across a Black Nightshade (Solanum nigrum), much less smelt one. I had to investigate about it's scent, a difficult feat since many confuse it with Deadly Nightshade (Atropa belladonna) known also as just Belladonna, and this plant seems to have a bitter smell. It was finally on a botanical book –Natural Arrangemeng Of British Plants– I found that the smell of Solanum Nigrum was mentioned, and I quote textually, what it said especifically about this kind of Solaneae:

'Solanum nigrum. Black nightshade. Stem angular; leaves ovate, toothed, angular, bald; berries black.

Solanum vulgare, Raii Syn. 265,4; Park. 346.

Solanum hortense, Ger. em. 339, l.

Solanum nigrum, Lin. S. P. 266.

Solanum humile, Salisb. Prod. 134.

Garden nightshade. Morell. Petty morell.

Dunghills and gardens; annual; June to September. Root much branched; stem spreading; leaves petioled; flowers smell like musk.—Leaves applied externally abate inflammation; internally, 1 or 2 grs. infused in boiling water, and taken at bedtime, occasions a copious per spiration, are diuretic, and generally purge the next day'.

Flowers smell like musk. There you have it. I just went with this bit of information and took it from there.

Thanks for reading this small series. And the foot note, if you got this far, writing is tough folks, it requires lots of investigation for just one tiny little detail that gets forgotten in the midst of the story. Oh, and inspiration likes to leave you stranded on the middle of the road and you have to walk all the way to the end. It's a miracle I finished something with such a defined time frame.

Anyways, thank you, good bye, and farewell.

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A/N: Also on:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13464121/7/SenGen-Week-2019-2020

#day seven #bday #free #sengenweek #sengen week #sengen #submission

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irikahkrios · 4 years

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flint - oldest sibling, nonbinary (they/them pronouns) and aroace. aside from emmett they probably have the most exciting life out of the five shepard siblings. they’re a smuggler with a heart of gold, running food and supplies where they’re desperately needed even when it’s not technically “legal,” with their own tricked-out ship and lovable crew of misfits (who i really should develop as characters sometime) who all love each other like a family. quick-witted and fiery, a true lovable rogue whose mouth can get them into trouble just as quickly as their wit and charms can get them out of it. has stories you wouldn’t believe, and somehow they’re all true.

cynthia - second oldest sibling. pansexual trans woman, ends up in the alliance like her moms (and inspires her younger brother emmett to join up as well a few months after her). brilliant and tactical-minded, with a wry sense of humor; the kind of woman who’s already planning five steps ahead of everything she does. generally tries to do things by-the-book, but understands that sometimes the rules need to be bent in order to save lives and preserve peace. really good at exploiting loopholes and “following the letter of the law, just not the spirit” to accomplish this. post-reaper war, gets her law degree and becomes a lawyer. i don’t want to fall too much into the trope of “main shepard’s siblings get paired off with canon love interests” since i already have lou and tali ending up together, so i haven’t decided if this is hard canon yet but i really love the idea of cynthia and miranda as a couple. cynthia would love someone who’s just as competent and prepared as she is. since she’s also in the alliance she’s the most likely of emmett’s siblings to be the “canon shepard” in an au where he isn’t. in aus where she’s the canon shepard, she’s a spacer/war hero origin, infiltrator class, a little more renegade than emmett but still largely paragon, and romances miranda.

emmett - obviously you all know emmett already. middle child and the only adopted shepard kid; adopted by hannah and natalie at the age of 14 after being taken away from his Not Great birth parents by the authorities. bi trans man, hero of the galaxy on three (3) separate occasions, romances garrus thane and irikah because canon means nothing and bioware wishes they were as smart as me, Big Paragon Boy Scout Energy But Make It Chaotic And Kinda Slutty. goes full-on feral when his siblings are around and will not rest until they’ve done karaoke. absolute rowdyboy. loves his family and keeps in regular contact with them through video chats, a habit that started after his trauma on akuze left him in need of a good mental health support system.

eloise (”lou”) - twin sister of clark and tied with him for youngest sibling. cis lesbian (and the only cis shepard kid). lou is a professional boxer, spends most of her time on the citadel but will sometimes travel for matches or for press events. down-to-earth and good-humored despite her larger-than-life fighting persona, but loves to put on a good show in the ring. charming yet earnest with any woman she’s interested in; she can smooth-talk with the best of ‘em, but always in a way that’s respectful and genuine. at some point during or after the games, emmett brings tali to one of lou’s matches, and tali goes into Bisexual Disaster Mode upon seeing her and is smitten instantly. they end up falling in love and eventually get married.

clark - twin brother of lou and tied with her for youngest sibling. gay trans man, works as a tattoo artist on the citadel. tries not to worry too much about anything; secure in his belief that pretty much everything will fall into place eventually. generally super chill. almost as good at networking as cynthia is, but in the complete opposite way (whereas cynthia meticulously plans ahead and always has contacts and backup contacts in place for the worst-case scenario, clark just happens to make a whole lot of friends and everything seems to always fall into place. it’s kinda ridiculous). i have no idea what his love life is going to look like yet, but i do know he’s gonna end up with an oc and not a canon character. out of all his siblings he’s closest to his twin lou, naturally, but other than her he’s probably closest to emmett, who was adopted around the same time clark realized he was also a trans dude, and the two were huge sources of support for each other as they both started transitioning. ends up being really close with emmett’s son norius, and helps get him started in art.

#ugh i love these rowdy kids

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sugarcoated-pain · 5 years

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Heavy Rotation Part 6

I know I just posted Part 5 yesterday but I’m too excited for this part not to share it with you guys now! As usual, thanks @sublimehood for like.. everything. I hope you’re all enjoying reading this as much as I’m enjoying writing it!

Best Friends to Lovers- original character + Ashton

Warnings: okay, I’m now hoping that the people invested in this series aren’t all 14 years old, because this part contains SMUT (spoiler alert!)- as well as alcohol and cussing. But its pretty smutty. You’ve been warned.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

It’s karaoke night! One of our favorite local bars does karaoke and drink specials every Wednesday, but we barely ever get to go. We’ve been looking forward to this night for a while now, and the whole group is going. We started pregaming early in the night so everyone has a decent buzz by the time we get to the bar. Despite the drink specials, the place is pretty dead since it’s a weeknight.

Things between Ashton and I were just a little bit awkward at first after the “just friends” talk, but we’ve gone back to our usual flirty-but-pretending-it-doesn’t-mean-anything selves.

“Guys I have an idea!” I announce after we settle into a table near the stage.

“Oh boy, here we go.” Ashton says with a laugh.

Completely ignoring him, I continue, “Back home, some of my friends and I would do this thing where somebody else picks our karaoke songs and we have to sing it, no matter what.”

“Absolutely not.” Calum says quickly.

“There’s no way in hell I’m letting you weirdos pick songs for me, but I’ll pick them for you!” Georgia tells me.

“I’m totally down.” Ashton chimes in.

The rest of the group is in their own little world at the other end of the table and completely ignoring everything that is going on with us.

“Alright so Georgia will choose my songs, and Calum will pick Ashton’s.”

The game starts out fairly casual. My girl G knows which songs I do best and she totally has my back. Ashton’s first couple songs are a little weird and obscure but he rocks them. For a drummer, that boy can SING. Once the DJ realizes we can actually sing, he keeps moving us ahead in the rotation, especially considering there’s barely anybody there.

Things are going along just fine until we hit the point in the evening that Cal and Georgia are both DRUNK. This rarely happens out in public. I notice a shift in the atmosphere and soon discover these two have begun scheming. When I get up to the stage and see what song I’m singing on the screen only I can see, I roll my eyes and glare at the two of them. They both start giggling guiltily and just smile and wave at me. I sigh, flip them off, and then decide it’s best just to give in at this point. If ya can’t be ‘em, join ‘em. I glance at Ashton to see if he has any idea what is about to happen, but he seems completely clueless. I could perform this song in my sleep, so I decide to get into it, despite the extremely obvious implications from our friends.

“People are talkin', talkin' 'bout people

I hear them whisper, you won't believe it

They think we're lovers kept under covers”

I haven’t taken my eyes off Ashton since I began singing, and at this line, he finally seems to put together what is going on. He shakes his head for a second with a smirk, then glares at Cal and Georgia, who haven’t stopped giggling.

“Maybe they're seeing something we don't, darlin'”

By the time I get to the chorus, I’ve taken the wireless mic out of it’s stand, and walked off the stage and over to our table. I’ve had enough drinks that I am perfectly comfortable giving G and Cal the show they were asking for by putting this song in.

“Let's give them something to talk about

How about love?”

By the time the second verse starts, I am blatantly serenading Ashton right now, but he’s eating it up. He reaches for me whenever I walk closer to him, and even puts his hands on me before I pull away. At one point, he pulls me onto his lap and I’m drunk enough to allow myself to sit there for just a moment while I keep singing. I eventually stand back up but don’t go far from our table.

“I feel so foolish, I never noticed

You'd act so nervous

Could you be falling for me?”

I lock eyes with Ashton as I belt out that line, and the look he gives me makes the blood rush to my face. I walk back to the stage but continue singing just to him.

“Thinking 'bout you every day

Dreaming 'bout you every night

Hoping that you feel the same way

Now that we know it, let's really show it, darlin'”

I finish out the song strong, and our entire table stands up to cheer for my performance, and yes, Calum and Georgia have yet to stop giggling over their achievement. It’s hard to place the look on Ashton’s face, but I don’t even get time to ask him about because the DJ is calling his name for the next song. He deliberately rubs his hand on top of mine when I go to hand him the microphone. The alcohol has taken hold of me and give him a wink as I walk back to my seat.

“You guys fucking suck.” I say to Georgia and Calum as soon as I sit back down. Their drunk asses both roar with laughter.

“Just you wait to see what Ash is about to sing. You’re gonna love it.”

It hadn’t occurred to me that my song wouldn’t be the only part of their scheme.

“Oh god, what did you do?!”

I turn to the stage and see Ashton watching me. He looks as if he’s resolved to just give in and accept the circumstances as I did.

I immediately recognize the instrumental intro to the song as Can’t Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon. I shake my head and kick Calum under the table. He still hasn’t stopped laughing and seems pretty proud of himself right now.

“Oh, I can't fight this feeling any longer

And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow

What started out this friendship has grown stronger

I only wish I had the strength to let it show”

Ashton knows every word and doesn’t need to look at the screen, so of course, his eyes are locked on me. He sounds amazing and the alcohol is clouding my judgement, making me forget that I shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as I am.

“And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might

And I can't fight this feeling anymore

I've forgotten what I started fighting for

It's time to bring this ship into the shore

And throw away the oars, forever”

He steps off the stage like I did, and heads straight for me. Reaching for my hand, I stand up and he pulls me close to dance with him while he sings. Again, that damn alcohol. Of course I dance with him. We are definitely giving Cal and Georgia the show they wanted, but how much of this is just for show?

“Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore

My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you

I've been running around in circles in my mind

And it always seems that I'm following you, girl

'Cause you take me to the places

That alone I'd never find”

With his free hand, he grabs mine and helps me do a cute little spin, and then pulls me back close to him again. He smells amazing. I love the way his hand feels on the small of my back. Everything about this moment is perfect. There’s a little nagging voice in the back of my head telling me that I shouldn’t be letting this happen, but like the song says, I can’t fight it anymore.

He sounds great as he finishes the song and walks the microphone back up to the stand. Calum starts catcalling and cheering obnoxiously, but Ashton ignores him and heads straight back to his seat next to mine. We’ve somehow managed to scoot much closer to each other than where we were sitting before.

I throw caution to the wind completely and decide to give in to my urges, and as soon he sits down and turns to look at me, I press my lips firmly against his. He tastes heavily of alcohol and is a little slow to pick up what is happening, but he eventually kisses me back. It’s strong and beautiful and full of passion. I hear the catcalling pick up again, meaning everyone at our table is clearly watching us but I don’t care. I pull away as if nothing happened and take a sip off my drink. Ashton’s hand has found its way to rest on my thigh and I don’t hate it. Our legs are intertwined under the table, and we basically spend the rest of the evening lost in each other. We talk like normal and carry about our business as we usually would, except only now we can’t stop touching each other.

Around midnight, Georgia announces that she’s tired and ready to leave. Considering Ashton and I are now on our own little planet and having a great time, we agree to take a separate Uber back later. The other guys have basically all gone their own ways as the evening progressed, so now it’s just me and Ashton alone at the table. The alcohol has made our interactions more simple and less strategic. Neither one of us is worried about what to label our relationship or who will see. We are just enjoying each other’s company, and it’s pretty amazing.

When the bar closes, we grab and Uber, and I sit in the middle seat in back to be closer to him. He pulls my legs over his, has one arm wrapped around my waist, and the other hand is playing with both of mine. I’m incredibly drunk at this point and can’t think of anything other than wanting to be as close to Ashton as physically possible. I start kissing his neck softly, and then move up to nibble lightly on his ear. He lets out a low moan that I’m sure the driver can hear, and pulls me in closer to him so that I’m sitting on his lap.

He leans in so that his lips are touching my ear and whispers, “I want you so bad, Emma.” It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard and I immediately turn to kiss him. This kiss is nothing like the previous ones we’ve shared. It’s heated and heavy, tongues intertwined and it takes everything in me not to rip his clothes off right there in the Uber. Once the car stops, we pull away from each other just long enough to get out of the car. We kiss on the sidewalk, we kiss at the door to the building, we kiss on the stairs. When we are right outside our apartment door, he pushes me up against the door, grabbing me by my waist and pressing himself as close to my body as possible.

He fumbles with his keys while still kissing me. When he pulls away to unlock the door, I kiss his neck and run my hands up and down his body. Once the door is open, he peeks inside to make sure no one is around, and then picks me up and begins kissing me again. I wrap my legs around his back and pull away to whisper “My room. We can be louder there.” Ashton lets out a moan at my words, returning his lips to mine as he hastily carries me into my bedroom. He sets me down while closing the door behind us, and I waste no time, grabbing his shirt and helping him pull it over his head. Goddamn, his body is literally perfect. I’ve seen him shirtless plenty of times but this time is obviously different, and I can’t stop staring.

He kisses me again quickly before pulling my shirt off of me, then unhooking and removing my bra before pushing me down onto the bed. Climbing on top of me with his perfectly chiseled arms propping himself up, I can feel how hard he is getting as he presses down onto me. I whimper softly and arch my back off of the bed to feel him better. After several minutes like this, I decide to take things into my own hands. I forcefully push his shoulders away from my body so that he rolls over onto his back.

Positioning myself on top of him, I begin slowly kissing a trail down his body, starting at his flawlessly defined collarbones all the way down to his pant line, leaving marks occasionally. He moans softly while rubbing my breasts, until I’m far enough down that he can’t reach anymore. I run my tongue along the top of his pants as I begin unbuttoning them. Slowly, I slip his jeans down his legs while kissing his thighs along the way. As I slide his boxer-briefs down, I get my first look at his cock. Holy fuck, I knew it! I just KNEW he would be HUGE. I have never wanted something in my mouth so badly in my life.

Before I start going down on him, he shifts my body so that I’m laying sideways cross the bed. His long arms are now able to reach my lower half, and he unbuttons my jeans with one hand. As I begin licking up his shaft, he slides his hand under my panties to discover how soaking wet I already am. I moan his name as starts rubbing my clit, and then I take as much of him in my mouth at once as I can, my hand working the rest.

“Oh shit.” he groans as he throws his head back in ecstasy, his eyes closed and his free hand gripping my hair. I cry out again as he slowly thrusts one long finger inside of me. My brain can’t help but recognize that this is exactly what I’ve been picturing every time I’ve noticed those fingers since day one, only better than I could have ever imagined. He adds a second finger as I run my tongue along his tip before taking him fully in my mouth again.

“Fuck, Emma. Come here. I need to be inside you.” he groans, removing his fingers and beginning to shift my body again. I take him all the way in one last time, then remove my own jeans and underwear. I grab a condom from the bedside table and put it on before straddling him. I lay my chest flat to his, and he kisses me passionately as he lines himself up with my entrance. Leaning my face away for a moment and locking eyes with him, he pushes in slowly. Holy shit. I’ve never felt anything so incredible. With both his hands firmly on my waist, he begins to move my body up and down. I sit up on top of him and grind down harder, both of us moaning this time. He continues to thrust himself in and out of me, slowly at first, then picking up the pace, gripping me tightly.

I lean forward to push off the headboard and look down at him. “Oh god, Ash. I’m getting so close.” I whine.

“Mmm. I wanna feel you, baby.”

I stare into his gorgeous hazel eyes and he stares back as he thrusts harder inside of me and I feel my orgasm start to wash over my body. Without breaking eye contact, I feel his hips start to sputter and his movements become more erratic as we both climax at the same time. It's the most intimate moment of my entire life. Collapsing onto his chest, I struggle to catch my breath. Ashton slowly runs his fingers up and down my back. He’s also panting, but he kisses my forehead gently as he reaches for a tissue and removes the condom without moving me from his body.

“Holy shit” I say breathlessly.

“I agree.” He replies, kissing my head again.

Laying in his arms in the darkness, it occurs to me that what just happened was not “fucking”, like friends with benefits would do- it was making love. I have to bite my tongue to prevent myself from spewing some emotional crap right now. The last thing I remember thinking before drifting off to sleep in his arms was how badly I want this every night forever.

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choicesatnight · 5 years

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Lie to me

Title: Lie to me

Pairing: James Ashton x Vivian (MC)

Rating: NSFW n stuff…

Word count: 2,480 words

My disclaimer: This character is owned by PB, I just enjoy some elaboration. I really love James Ashton and I love Choices fanfics, especially nasty ass stuff but there isn’t much featuring my original bae, James Ashton from The Freshman series

So, I decided to put my amateur ass talent to work and write with James being the *star of the story*

A/N: * is a separator due to scene change, use of Daddy. My pc is broken. This is my first time posting from my phone (a full story). Don't judge me too harshly lol.

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"Make a right into the lot at the next light"

"Viv, is this the ONLY place that had formula?"

"The kind we give to Logan, yes. You know your parents will give him any formula but that ain't gonna work"

0he makes a right into the lot and cruises while looking for a place to park.

"Okay, why does he need to have this one?"

He passes a few empty spots while mumbling "can't park there" under his breath.

"Babe. Pay attention to our baby's diet. This formula is the next best to breast milk which I'm not producing so he needs it and why don't you just park!?"

"We need to park in the shade or else the leather upholstery will burn us."

"But do you have to park in the next continent?"

"Your body will thank me when we return to the car and it's cool "

"But will my legs thank you for the marathon I gotta run to get to the entrance of the store?"

He parks in front of another store.

"Right in front of the store and in the shade. Perfect."

"This is not the store, sweetie. It's one store over"

"Oh. Well, the walk isn't bad Mrs. Ashton, I'll carry you." Before she can protest, he swoops her up carrying her bridal style "When we get our honeymoon, this will lead to the bed."

"IF you can resist me that long." She leans to kiss him and he sets her down once they've made it into the store.

She grabs a cart, "Okay. Aisle 14."

"Do we need anything else?"

"Well, you ate all the mandarin oranges so why don't you go grab some while I get Logan's formula? Meet me at check out seven."

"Okay." James walks off to produce while Vivian goes to aisle 14. She claims every bit of Logan's formula before heading to the checkout where James is already standing.

"Damn baby, did you clean out the supply?" James jokes when seeing all the cans of formula in the cart.

"Actually, yes. Are we going to your parents or the real estate thing first?"

"We're going to see a house. Then we'll drop the formula to my parents.'

"Okay. There were only 30 cans of formula, so I got em all "

"Your total is 812.00"

"Anything for my son" as he hands the cashier his card. He pays and they walk back to the car.

"This place is so nice James."

"You like it?"

"Oh my gosh, babe. It's perfect. It's so spacious.”

"Good. I already bought it. I just needed you to look at it."

"This is our house!? I love you so much. How'd you know I would like it?"

"I love you too and I know my wife."

She looks around, "Where’s the agent?"

"She doesn't need to be here." He dangles a key from his hand, "I have a key."

"Is that so?" She removes her jacket, placing it along with her purse on a table as she walks toward him.

"You know your wife, huh? What does your wife want now?"

"She wants the kind of kiss she can only get from her husband." He doesn't have to pull her too much closer before his lips meet hers turning into a deeper kiss.

"Okay. That was a good kiss. What else does your wife want?"

He picks her up, "She wants to be carried to this table. She wants less talk and more action." He climbs on top of her on the table and leans to kiss her stomach up as he removes her dress.

"Your wife likes this..."

"Told you, I know my wife." He loosens the hinges of her bra and throws it over before he uses his tongue to awaken her nipple. Circling the areola until it stiffens then licking it up and down over and over while rubbing the other nipple.

"That feels so good, babe" she moans as he closes his mouth to suck her nipple getting her to moan louder. She attempts to get his pants off but his tongue feels so good on her nipple, she lacks the strength and focus it takes to unbutton them. Realizing what she's trying to do, he undoes his pants when switching nipples. This time he nibbles gently, letting her feel his teeth softly. Teasing her nipple, leaving her begging to be bitten.

"Daddy, please. No teasing." He starts to lick her nipple while reaching to remove her panties. Vivian never fails to wear a dress, making it easier for him to reach her core. He sticks a finger in her while continuing to lick her nipple.

"What do you want Daddy to do?" He removes his finger from her pussy to put it in his mouth "Taste you?" He knows exactly what she wants him to do but she loses her thought when he does that. "Anything, babe, anything. " he only smiles and returns to her nipple. He may have confused her but he still knows she wants her nipple bitten. Once he bites down, she screams calling out to him "DADDY" and she instinctively arches her back, smashing her tit to smother his face. He takes that moment to smash her breasts together as her back settles down to the table, he puts both nipples in his mouth at once. Sucking on them intensely,

"Babe." She only wants to moan. He has to know how amazing this feels, though she speaks up. "Babe, I'm gonna cum just from this." He's pleased to hear this and bites dollwn on both nipples as she moans his name. Already had removed her panties, James gets off the table pulling her to the edge and pushing her legs up. On his knees in front of the table, he licks her lips. "Mmmm you're definitely ready for me." He licks again, tongue touching her clit. "Your pussy is so wet for Daddy." He inserts a finger while maneuvering his tongue all over pussy "So perfect." He licks her up and down, before kissing her slit inserting a little more tongue each time. He stands up completely bottomless. "Another part of me misses the warmth of being inside of you." His dick is hard, pointed exactly where it needs to be and he wastes no more time pushing himself into her.

"Feels like home. This is the pussy I need."

"Daddy it's yours. Forever. Just fuck me."

He starts thrusting and she starts moaning.

"Yes! Yes! This is the dick I need James don't stop!" It's the first time they've had intercourse since they've been apart and James wants her permanently smiling.

He slows down his stroke, thrusting at a medium speed allowing her to feel every entrance and exit.

"Daddy, I'm gonna cum"

He starts thrusting faster

"Me too. Whose pussy is this?"

"Daddy it's yours."

He thrust with more powerful momentum as if his pelvis is smacking against hers.

"I don't believe you. Tell me again."

"DADDY THIS PUSSY IS YOURS" she screams and while still inside her, he leans to kiss her lips.

"That was worth the wait babe."

"We still have a honeymoon to have. Imagine sex then." He backs out of her and helps her off the table

"I needed your pussy. Damn you're amazing."

"You never had sex with Comfort?"

It's the only time Vivian has ever called Comfort by name

"Baby don't talk about that girl. Let's get dressed so we can get to my parents."

"Okay..."

Ppp

"This is a lot of formula." Mrs. Ashton looks at the cans as James stacks them in the cabinet.

"I know it looks like a lot but it's all he's eating right now. This brand is hard to come by so we purchased every can available. "

"Okay. I understand. Are you two ready for trial tomorrow?"

"I think so. Its the day of defense so it should go pretty smoothly." After spending time with Vivian and Logan, Mr. Ashton enters the kitchen

"Vivian says you bought a house?"

"Yes. Three bedrooms in Lakewood. "

"What happened to the home in Palos Verdes?"

James still hasn't told his parents that he and Vivian ever broke up and he has no intention on doing so.

"Someone else got to it before us."

"Really? Wasn't that house somewhere around a million dollars?" His father doesn't believe him.

"Darling, if James says it wasn't available then it wasn't available. " his mother speaks up.

"Thanks, mom. Excuse me while I go see my son and wife. "

James walks into Logan's room where Vivian sits in a rocking chair holding him.

"Is he awake?"

"Just for his dad", she hands him to James.

James lowers his voice to a near whisper

"Hey, little buddy." He cradles Logan, lightly bouncing while holding him. "This is your dad. I just wanted to say Goodnight okay? I love you " he places Logan in the bassinet and looks to Vivian.

"We gotta go, baby. We need to get to sleep."

"Oh yeah...the trial." She takes a deep sigh "alright " they tell James parents goodbye and leave

THE PEOPLE V. BLACK MAMBA DAY 3

THE DEFENSE

The second hour of court

...

"Your honor I'd like to call our professional veterinarian to the stand. Dr. Moya Aven"

Dr. Aven walks to the stand and after being sworn in, takes a seat.

"Dr. Aven, how does someone get in possession of Black Mamba venom"?"

"Oh, you most certainly have to work in the field."

"What field are you referring to?"

"Various. You could be a veterinarian such as myself or even Ummm what do they call it? A snake milker or something "

"A veterinarian or a snake milker?"

"Yes"

"Is there any other way to obtain the venom"

"Sure if you're brave enough to fly to Africa and collect the venom directly from the snake."

"Are there any back Mambas here?"

"In our county? Oh, no. Not even in our state. You know what, not even in our country!"

"Dr. Aven, do you recognize Mrs. Ashton as a client or otherwise?"

"No"

"No further questions your honor"

Michael returns to his table beside Vivian when the judge speaks up

"Does the prosecution wish to question the witness?"

"Yes, your honor" the prosecutor stands in front of the doctor.

"Dr. Aven, do you have Black mamba venom at your practice?"

"Given the liberty of the case, should I answer this question, your honor?"

"Yes, you may proceed to answer " the judge informs her.

"Technically yes. The venom of the snake is always a part of the anti-venom. I have anti-venom. "

"Do you have pure venom?"

"No."

"Thank you, Dr. Aven. No further questions. "

Michael steps forward again.

"Your honor I call my final witness to the stand, Vivian Ashton." The people of the court murmur causing the judge to hit his gavel "Order in the court. " Vivian is sworn in.

"Mrs. Ashton, did you poison Reyna Mercado?"

"No"

"But she was poisoned the day you took her out?"

"Yes. The barista on staff that day was fired for using non-coffee ingredients but he hasn't been investigated at all."

"Did you witness her death?"

"Yes, and I stayed with her until she was officially pronounced. "

"How long until the police questioned you?"

"The next day"

"What happened?"

"They found an atomizer in my purse. They called it an empty vial of poison and deemed me guilty. My husband paid my bail."

"Okay. Do you have any pets?"

"No."

"Have you ever had a pet?"

"No"

"Thank you, Mrs. Ashton, no further questions though I'm sure prosecution has some questions.

"Prosecution?" the judge looks in their direction.

"Yes. Yes. Mrs. Ashton. I understand your mention of the barista. But why is Reyna the only one who died?"

"Objection your honor. The defendant would have to be a medical professional to answer that question.

"Objection sustained. Next question. "

"Mrs. Ashton, why were you always seen in the area when your husband was at the cafe with someone else?"

"We were living separately at the time though not far from one another. We still lived in the same neighborhood. It was merely a coincidence. "

"And your behavior toward Ms. Greene?"

James' fists clench and brows furrow, hoping Vivian will not respond sarcastically as she usually does about Comfort.

"I have no excuse for it. I don't know her well enough to have an opinion about her.

"Okay Mrs. Ashton, no further questions."

"Okay. Let's get to closing arguments.

Michael stands forward addressing the jury,

"People of the jury, the death of Reyna Mercado was tragic and is a great loss, the proper way to ease her loved ones and avenge her murder is to convict the right person. The fact is that Reyna was poisoned with black mamba venom. A deadly snake that isn't even available in the U.S. why would Mrs. Ashton, a mother, wife and new homeowner risk her life in flying to Africa to get this venom? She wouldn't. Use your common sense. Please do not convict. Defense rests." Michael takes his seat and the court remains silent as the prosecutor calls attention to himself,

"Jury. All you have to do is use your logic. The defendant has no alibi. She watched the girl die because she's the one who killed her. She mentioned the barista who got fired but she didn't mention that no one else died. Only Reyna. As I stated before, Ms. Mercado was good friends with Mr. Ashton and she wrongfully assumed she had a friend in Mrs. Ashton. Please don't let her death be in vain by convicting Vivian Ashton of murder Prosecution rest."

"Great. Two solid arguments. I'll give the jury time to deliberate and we can get outta here.”

10 minutes later

“We have a verdict.”)

The judge looks pleasantly surprised "That quick!? Okay. Let's hear it."

The foreman stands.

"In the case of the people versus the black mamba, We the jury find the defendant Vivian Ashton not guilty on all counts."

The court is the noisiest it's been the whole trial. The judge bangs his gavel to call order in the court.

"Mrs. Ashton, go home and raise that baby with your husband. Be a family and don't end up back in court. Court is adjourned"

Michael goes to shake the hand of the prosecutor, but the prosecutor rushes out. Comfort yells, "The jury got it wrong. You're married to a murderer. " and leaves without waiting for a response. "Michael! You did it! And babe! I'm free!"

"Of course we did it. I'm good at my job." Michael confidently boasts as James wraps his arms around her "I never understood why you were so worried. You're innocent."

“SO innocent!” Vivian smiles as she grabs James hand.

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fluffmugger · 5 years

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introspectivenavelgazer replied to your post: introspectivenavelgazer replied to... CYBORGS? WHAT? I AM SO CONFUSED. aconiteherbalist replied to your post: introspectivenavelgazer replied to... Yes? Explain? Please?

OK. This is gonna be full of massive fucking spoilers, ‘cos I’m gonna lay it all out rather than feed it to you piecemeal as the show did with the slow unfurling. also people are probably gonna yell at me on this and that.

IN THE BEGINNING, THERE WAS LIGHT

ok, you probably noticed this show is huge on stealing from religious mythology. Chiefly abrahamic.

So: Progenitor species ( Yeah you could call them aliens, or celestial beings, it’s really down to whether or not you want to be religious or scientific or both, because the show allows for both and lets be honest the progenitor species fulfill all requirements for god.) sends out “seeds” to various planets.

One of these, called in the series Adam landed on Earth. Adam is known as the Seed of Life. The seed of life creates god-like creatures, these were known as the Angels.

However, later on (the First Impact) another seed hit earth. This was the Seed of Knowledge and is known in the series as Lilith, which would create a species that in’t god like, but instead is co-operative and uses technology. This is the creation of the human species

Two seeds aren’t supposed to hit the same planet because the combination of the two would result in god like powers on the same level as the progenitor species - this is what they called “forbidden knowledge”. So Adam went dormant and the angels left Earth.

Just to dogleg here - the seeds came via “moons” (FUCKING TRANSPORT MODULES) with a “lance of longinus” as their control system. Adam came on the “white moon” and Lilith came on the "Black Moon" and lost her “spear” (control system). Since Adam’s spear (control system) was still active, it picked up Lilith’s arrival and shut down due to safety protocols to prevent a merging. The “dead Sea Scrolls” are actually a user manual, but seeing as we’re also talking about a species with PHENOMENAL COSMIC POWER they're also prophetic and shit as perceived by piddly human brains.

So humans ended up evolving and breeding and covering the planet and so you have our reality. La di frickin’ da.

So you have SEELE who have been poking at this manual and realising what's happened and going HEY LETS BECOME GODS. They already have Lilith - that big marshmallow fucker that's nailed the cross, it's basically a big Meaningful Imagery of a species progenitor kept in check, what's leaking out of her is Primordial Ooze - but they need the other Seed. They fund an expedition (lead by Misato's father), who then goes poking around and finds Adam, its Spear of Longinus, and the White Moon in Antarctica. (The progenitor program, control system and space ship). They decide to poke it with a stick, and fuse some human (lilith-created) DNA with him, which created the Fifth Child / Angel (Kowaru). This triggers a safeguard and causes the Second Impact because, you know, THEY'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO MERGE. (They also use the lance to reduce Adam to an "embryonic" state to try and stop the angels from reactivating and returning. )

The "official" UN story is that the second impact was a meteor strike. Two billion people in the southern hemisphere were killed by tsunamis caused by the explosion, with more worldwide drowning in coast floods. In the chaos that ensued wars broke out due to the destabilisation of many nation states, food supplies were fucked, it was catastrophic. Civil wars broke out everywhere, refugee crises, ethnic tensions, the whole shebang. India and Pakistan went full trump and nuked the shit out of each other, and finally 2 days after the disaster another nuke was detonated in "Old Tokyo" killing two million people. (and leaving that bloody huge hole) Worldwide war broke out for a year. Basically all the shit we're looking at in a worse case scenario with climate catastrophe happened. Half of the human race and thousands of plant and animal species were wiped out entirely.

And so we have the world of Eva, the result of the Second Impact. Pretty standard "mankind meddling with things he was not meant to know and now we're all fucked" trope.

Misato was at ground zero, but her father managed to place her in a protective capsule, so she survived, but the injuries left that massive scar on her chest, and massive psychological scars which is why she's a raging drunk.

AAAAANYWAY Seele aren't done with the befucking however, because as we all know humans are garbage and groups of men in darkened rooms sitting around a table even more so. So they keep right on fucking.

Seele embark on the "Human Instrumentality Project", which is to use a controlled third impact to force the evolution of humanity to the same level as the original progenitor species - a fusion of Knowledge and of Life seeds. This would also result in the erasure of individuality, with all human souls fusing into a single "being" for want of a better word, the physical forms goopifying and creating a sea of primordial soup, known as LCL. I don't know if you've ever watch DS9, but the Great Link of the Founders (Odo's species) is a pretty close parallel.

Problem is, the Angels are awake.

The Angels are attempting to return to Earth, to basically initiate their own second impact, except in this case it would involve re-activating Adam which would erase all humans. This would be done by an "AT field" clash - basically AT fields are what binds a life form together - not just the physical form, but psychological, so essentially an unmaking that would revert all non-angel life to primordial goop. An Adam-generated "Angel" life form template would goop a Lilith-based "human" template. (for the majority of the series, Lilith is actually misidentified as Adam if that helps. If anything helps. It's a h o t mess). Particularly where Evas utilise their AT fields, think of it as an EM field + extras.

And so you have Adam's "Children" (Known as angels, but also referred to as apostles) start hitting earth one after the other, and this is where you get the Evas pulled into production and the Big Robot Battles

NOW TO THE EVAS

Unit 01 (Shinji's) was actually generated using genetic material from Lilith itself. It's also known as a clone. As a result it tends to go batshit fucking insane ("Beserk") on occasion. It's a living being in an armoured suit with a lot of intertwined mechanics - the Evas are in fact, cyborgs. There are indications that Eva was an attempt to create a controllable Lilith - Lilith (progenitor program that created humanity) having lost her "spear of longinous" (Control module) is essentially unusable. Shinji's mother and Gendo's wife Yui initiated a contact with this eva unit pre-series, but in fact merged with the eva - her body goopified, but her soul remains inside the unit. This is why Unit 01 runs so well with Shinji (her son) as pilot, and goes beserk in battle situations where he is threatened.

Unit 02 has a similar deal, except it went wrong. Only part of Asuka's mother's soul was absorbed, the resulting schism driving what was left of her insane ,and she commits suicide. The part of her that still resides in Eva-02 is what makes Asuka her pilot, but without the same level of integration and control that Yui has in 01, having fully melded. Asuka, honey, I know you're pissed that Shinji is a better pilot than you, THERE IS A REASON FOR THAT.

Evas are cyborgs with merged human souls. Once they worked out it made the fuckers work, they really went to fucking town on it, so every Eva is a human soul, preferably one who was the mother of the pilot if they can get her (weaponising maternal instincts yooooo)

Go, take a break, take a walk, try and digest it for a bit.

So to give us the cliff notes at this point: Eva is about a battle between two species over who gets to become god, with humans using genetically engineered monsters that have absorbed human souls.

Now to REI what the fuck is up with Rei

Rei is a clone. She was an attempt to retrieve Yui from Eva 01 using what they could scrape up of her DNA, but Yui basically told them to go fuck themselves she wasn't coming out. So Rei is used as a vessel for Lilith's "soul" - she's basically an attempt to first rescue Yui, then later an attempt to create a control system for Lilith. This is why she can pilot 01 so readily, and why she's so disconnected from reality. There are at least three Rei's in the series:

REI I:

The first attempt, the little girl in the red dress who got strangled by Akagi. Seen in flashbacks she was very different from the others, and seemed to have more of a personality. To this end there are theories that her soul was used for EVA00, which would explain why it seems to hate her, and hate all of NERV because she's fucking well aware of what the cunts did to her, and being part Lilith has the full capability to express this.

REI II:

This is the one we see throughout the series as a teenaged girl, who is killed when she self-destructs her Eva unit to kill Armisael.

REI III:

Fresh clone right out of the vat and seemingly more involved and aware. She rejects Gendo's attempt to control her, giving the complete control of the third impact to Shinji instead (SHINJI TAAAAAAKE THE WHEEEL)

RIGHT, NOW TO SKIP FORWARD A BUNCH TO THE THIRD IMPACT

The idea behind it:

Seele wanted to initiate Third Impact to bring about Instrumentality. They would use an Anti A.T. Field to neutralize the A.T. Fields that separate human beings from each other, causing all of humanity to revert into a giant ocean of LCL, freeing their souls. All the souls of Earth would then be collected inside the Adam/Lilith hybrid being. Basically we goop, then Great Link as mentioned above.

Gendo doesn't really give a shit about humanity, he just wants his wife back. He approaches Rei III (the most lilith-like and most human of Rei clones) with the Adam embryo, and she rejects him, takes the embryo, then returns to Lilith to fuse with her. After assimilating Lilith, the inchoate form begins to merge with Evas and with all of humanity, causing everyone to go sploosh as they approach "the divine", seeing their loved ones and going all religious ecstasy.

Thing is, at the end of the day, Lilith and Adam, as advanced as they are, are created functions. They have control software and with the introduction of Rei, Shinji becomes the pilot.

And shinji is realllllllly fucked up, hence that whole wtf ep where it's basically the destruction of his ego, the exposure of his self loathing, jacking off over Asuka, trying to choke her, facing all the fucked up parts of himself then learning that everyone else is as fucked up as he is and no dude, NO ONE KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK THEY'RE DOING. It kinda derails for a lot of people at this point as it's a confusing montage of imagery, but basically that's a big ol' trip through a teenage boy's psyche, and reflective of the mental issues Anno himself had at the time.

But it ends in a breakthrough.

SERIOUSLY WATCH “THE END OF EVANGELION” ITS BASICALLY THE SERIES END REWRITTEN AND SANER AND OH MY GOD

And so Shinji rejects instrumentality. The process is left in a state where everyone has the option to *choose* - to remain linked in the singular being, or be individual, which in and of itself isn't really a failure as the ability to control your own physical forms was part of Adam's lifeform archetype. Hence the sea of LCL, with dotted humans. Shinji and later Asuka return to human form, but the fate of everyone else is left open.

OK I'm gonna take a break for a bit here because holy shit this is tolstoy here and I’m actually at work, so please PM me with further questions and I shall do up further posts, but this should be enough to get you going. No one gets Eva on the first watch, it's a fucking glorious mess and even after years of watching you're gonna pick up some new shit.

#fucking christ I've written fic shorter than this #Eva

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IBOTW: Bulletproof Messenger

Bulletproof Messenger’s Scott Martin sat down and answered a few questions about himself and the band. Also you can go over to their website(link at the bottom) and follow the tracker to the countdown of new music to be released

Why did you pick your band name?

Well, we used to be called Gone to Earth, and it never really meant anything…so we were throwing around ideas for a more meaningful name, and we were toying with the phrase “don’t shoot the messenger” (in reference to how bands/music carries a message) and it was pretty much an immediate “YES!” for all of us.

What’s the best and worst thing about playing clubs?

The best – they tend to be really intimate venues, where the separation from your audience isn’t very far at all. I love that feel to a show, and I think that’s really the way rock and roll was meant to be played and experienced. It’s a community affair, you know? It’s music for everyone in that room – we’re all singing it, playing it, believing it, and we’re all right there together, able to see and interact with each other.

How would you define the word “success”?

You know, it’s funny – over time, my definition of that term has most certainly changed. I used to think it meant selling a million records, being on endless arena tours, whatever and ever you picture when you picture the quintessential rock star. But honestly, success is really, truly, the fact that I get to make a living doing what I love (making music) each and every day. Everything that I dreamt of doing when I’d picked up the guitar as an angsty 15 year old kid has somehow happened, and for me, that’s about as successful as you can get.

What are your fondest musical memories? In your house? In your neighborhood or town?

Well, there’s always going to be this one from when I’d kinda first started playing. I was living in South Jersey when I started playing, and I had some friends who would always spend the weekend at their houses “down the shore”, at places on the Jersey Shore like Wildwood, Sea Isle, Ocean City, etc. So, my first summer of playing guitar, I went with my best friend Scott (another Scott, yes), and we went down to Ocean City, posted up on a boardwalk bench, and just started playing every cover song we could think of. People threw money in the case, took photos with us, and all through the evening just gathered around and listened to us. I remember us getting ready to pack up and this older gent was like “one more song!” and we were making our excuses about how it was time for us to be going, but he was insistent and said “What else in life do we have but to be entertained?!” Never forgot that line or that guy.

Why did you decide to play the genre or genres you do?

It all pretty much comes down to the guitar. I mean, you pick it up, start learning it, and then you start hearing music in a completely different way. You DO start listening to songs “like a guitarist”. And so your ear is constantly being surprised by new sounds, chords, structures, etc…and the ones you like, you learn, and work into your repertoire. It’s almost as if the music chooses you – you don’t really make a conscious choice. And so, if you keep listening, you keep learning, you keep expanding. I’ll play anything – because everything at this point has something musical in it where I hear it and go “yo, I HAVE to learn how to do that”.

Which instruments do you play?

I actually started out playing trumpet in grade school (and still do, from time to time, depending on the gig or the song I’m recording). Guitar came later, when I was about fifteen. Along the way I’ve also picked up a bunch of other instruments from my time working as a music teacher – things like the piano, the bass, the uke, trombone, drums, violin, voice, flute, etc. I’m not GREAT at all of them, but I can play ‘em.

Describe your first instrument/other instruments.

So, my first guitar ever was my Dad’s old Harmony Sovereign from the sixties. Awesome acoustic guitar, but at the time, it was in pretty beat up shape. The action was really high off the board, it was missing a saddle, and definitely was a challenge to play. But, that in of itself had value – I was tearing my fingers up over and over on that thing, and that kind of pretty much told me that I really WANTED to do this guitar playing thing. My second guitar was a Rickenbacker copy that my mother bought me for my 15th birthday. I loved that thing. That’s where guitar started getting interesting and where I started really getting good. Unfortunately, it was broken a few years later during a move, and never really played the same after that. But it was most certainly the guitar that really started it all for me.

Were you influenced by old records and tapes? Which ones?

Oh, absolutely. One of my earliest memories concerning records is this record player I had in our basement, and I had all of these records and 45s that belonged to my folks that I would put on. “Help” by the Beatles was one that I remember being pretty partial to. Don McLean’s “American Pie” was another song that I simply couldn’t get enough of. My parents had a lot of homemade mixtape cassettes, too – and I was always stealing The Eagles one. So, yeah, old music for me is really everything – man, I could wax endlessly on this.

Where do you usually gather songwriting inspiration? What is your usual songwriting process?

It can come in a few different forms. Sometimes, you’re walking down the street, and a phrase just pops into your head and hits you the right way, and you go “Yeah, that line is a dope hook, let’s see if we can make that into something”. Or a melody will come through – you know, like when you’re just walking down the street whistling or humming to yourself. And you go “ahhh, I like that one!” Then again – there’s a lot of walking down the street in my life as I live in NYC, so this may not be how it works with everyone. But also, sometimes, you start with just the music. I’ll pick up the guitar, start playing around with it, and it’s kind of like waiting for rain on a cloudy day…eventually something will just come and the skies open up. Some days, not so much. But every so often, you hit on a lick or a progression and think to yourself “now, THAT’S gonna be a song.”

What inspires you to do what you do?

I don’t really know how to explain this one well. Like, there just came a point where I felt like the world of music was so beautiful and interesting that I said to myself “I’m going to do this, I HAVE to do this” and it’s been my thing ever since. Yeah, since about 14 or so. With playing, it’s just a great, great feeling, especially if you’re connecting with other people. Humans are tribal beings when it comes down to it, and we like to connect with each other. We’ve had song and dance as long as we’ve had the ability to have some form of civilization. So when I’m playing, I’m tapping into that tens-of-thousands-of-years-old experience that’s in all of our DNA. And as far as writing…well, when you write a song, and suddenly you’re hearing what was once just an idea in your imagination playing back to you on the radio…well, that’s about as close to real magic as I think I’ll ever get.

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IBOTW: Bulletproof Messenger was originally published on RockRevolt Mag

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