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ramble-writes · 3 years

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Better With Practice

O lord please don’t mind me. It was a convo that I started randomly with @franks-mixtape over discord about our Franks and how weird their interactions are. It’s either some weird ass relationship, or chaotic af brothers of some sort... Or something else I dunno. This is going off the brother thing sooooo don’t mind me! *scuttles off* And thanks for letting me ramble about it bro.

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Breath coming fast.

Heart beating rapidly.

Legs forced to move faster.

Midnight black locks whipped at Frank’s forehead as he ran, emerald green eyes were nothing but a ring around blown pupils as his eyes scanned the darkened forest that whizzes by him. Boots dig into the ground and arms move like jackhammers to propel him forward. Teeth are bared as he pants for air, his heart loud in his ears as he strains to listen for what’s got him to run.

There, off to his right, he heard the sound of thundering steps running beside him. Frank vaulted over a downed log, catching a glimpse of the shape chasing. Large and big in shape, the slight glint of long teeth caught in what little light is breaking through the branches from the half moon in the sky, and vibrant amber eyes focused right on him while dodging oncoming the brambles on the ground.

His legs burned as he changed course with a sharp turn to his left at a large trunk of a tree. The thing behind him followed in suit, a growl reaching his ears despite the wind howling loudly. The thing hung back, not making an attempt to catch up any quicker which irked the raven-haired 19 year old. Raising his voice as much as his lungs would allow, he shouted over his shoulder to the thing.

“C’mon ya big bastard! I know you can run faster than that slow shit!”

That seemed to set it off. The beast quickened its pace, its own breath coming fast as it sped up that it was close enough to just snag the back of Frank’s jacket. But it didn’t. The rumbling sound stopped, meaning it jumped. He knew this by how the hairs on the back of his neck raised up like an alert and he did the one thing he was told: He drops down onto the ground like a rock.

The large mass of a creature sailed over him, but he snapped back up like a sprinter out of the blocks and pounced onto the thing. Hands were quick to take a hold of thick fur in a vice like grasp to hold on. The thing under him let out a snarl as it veered to ram its back to a tree to knock him off. But Frank was quicker than that. His arm wrapped around its thick neck and took a hold of the fur on the other side and yarded on it hard.

The beast yelped and its feet stumbled under its body. They both took a hard tumble to the ground, the wind getting knocked out of Frank when it landed on him along with his back connecting with the ground below them. Just because he took a hard fall, his grip on the creature didn’t let up, muscles locked up like the jaws of a dog. His legs moved to wrap around its waist the moment it rolled onto its side and his ankles twisted together to hold. It started to struggle, trying to stand to shake him off to gain the upper ground. This made Frank let out a snarl between his teeth that canines just barely poked at his bottom lip.

“Oh no you fucking don’t! I ain’t finished with your ass yet flea bag!”

It snarled as it did its best to twist its head around to snap at him, but his other arm came around to take a hold of his wrist in a lock and pulled his arms towards himself. Muscle under fur rippled at the sudden strangulation when Frank’s arm tucked right under its chin where less muscling is to protect it. The beast let out a choked sound before using one of its appendages to slap the ground a few times.

“ACK! Let go!”

“SAY THE WORDS DAMN IT!!”

“Mer-” A gasp for a breath. “MERCY!!”

A grin spread across Frank’s pale features, but as the rules go, his limbs detangled and let the thing go. It stumbled up onto its feet with gasps before looking at the smiling teen who proceeds to roll onto his back with arms tucked behind his head like the smug bastard he is.

“Lighten up Morri, I won fair and square. Your dumbass just calculated your shit wrong.”

Morri, as the now identifiable wolf, lets out a huff as he sat down. Thing is, the wolf’s form shifted to that of a human upon sitting. Same age, similar facial structure, but different in his own way. The now human Morri let out a sigh as he rubbed at his neck.

“Geez. Ya didn’t have to pull so hard like that, Frank. Any harder and you might’ve bruised something.”

“What. You gonna be a pussy about it? Your neck is literally thicker than my waist! You’ll live if you stop being such a bitch baby about it.”

That made Morri scoffed. Now thinking, even though these two just met about a month ago, it still was pretty weird as all shit to address him as the same name they share. Talk about parents with shit tastes in names. It’s why he says to just go by Morri, a shortened version of the last name they both share, or just Morrison. Either way, it was one way to call them both out if needed.

Frank glanced over, with the little light peaking through, he can see Morri muttering to himself. Of course, keen ears picked up what was said, but when it comes to his half-brother, he ain’t one to pry for information unless shits serious. His chest expanded with a breath, then let out as a sigh. He got himself up onto his feet, brushing dirt off from his ass and his back, then went over and held out his hand towards Morrison.

The russet-haired boy looks up to the other, amber meeting emerald before glancing down to the hand held out to him, to the hints of a tattoo sleeve of roses. Letting his hand drop from his neck, he took a hold and Frank took a step back to haul Morri to his feet with a grunt. Now standing, it’s easy to see the two are the same height. Many kids looking at the two would say they’re fraternal twins or something. Same name, same flaming jester skull tattoo on the neck, but whereas Frank is pale, Morri is a bit tan. Hair color was another thing. Russet to raven black. Though, the sibling thing was right. Same dead beat father that didn’t give two shits, but different moms.

Frank was only half of what Morri is. Werewolf. He couldn’t shift like the other, but sight, smell, hearing, and other things were enhanced. Morrison was full werewolf. Able to shift from human to wolf in seconds with, thankfully, clothes on. Other than that, they see each other as full on brothers. Who the fuck cares about the differences? They don’t.

“Ey, bro. You mind if I crash at your place for a bit? Clive is giving me shit again.”

Morri blinked at that, but nodded. “You know you’re always welcome. Swear though, one of these days I’m gonna rip the bastards throat out.”

Frank chuckled at that and looped an arm around Morri’s shoulders. “I wouldn’t mind that. Fuck. I’d even watch that happen. You wanna know what the fucker does with the checks he gets from family services?! He-”

“Spends it on alcohol. I know. Half the time I can smell it on you. And you’ve told me this, multiple times.”

Well that made Frank shut up. But he sighed and nodded. Morrison chuckled a bit, then rested his own arm over the other’s shoulders as they made their way through the forest to the dark street of Ormond.

“At least you’re getting better. The more practice, the better. Soon enough you just might be able to fight me head on,” Morri said, changing the subject. This pulled a slight smile from Frank at that.

“Yeah? Me being able to kick your ass without running? Siiick.”

The wolf listened as his other half rambled about how cool it’ll be to fight without any given leverage. Banter was thrown as they made their way to Morrison’s current foster home, acting like as if they haven’t been separate for 19 years. Safe to say, this felt normal. Like it should’ve been.

#frank morrison #wolf frank #brother franks au #????#I guess that tag works lmao #legion dbd #my writings #franks-mixtape #long-ish post #hooooooooooooooo #enjoy

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valoursaint-blog · 7 years

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one rp: Oh? So we’re not “trained” enough in your opinion, because you haven’t watched how we fought? Hope you know in my mods game I kicked Berkut’s ass motherfucker, don’t think we’re less trained than those rich snobs in fancy armour. They drop like flies in-front of me, Kliff, Alm and Gray! Watch me go and I’ll show you how us peasants kick their ass! Then you can regret your words Clive. other rp post game with alm: Completely focused on how Alm feels, feels bad for leaving him, doesn’t want him forcing himself to do anything he doesn’t want to do. For once Faye isn’t sure of what she is doing but she knows returning him isn’t an option and Alm has his own destiny. in short: she is a warrior who can kick the best of the bests ass, just as she also can need help like anyone else but damn is she OP like god if you look down on her in anyway she turns aggressive. but if you’re ever soft to her or close to her you see how unsure she is when involving her personal life and deep down she just needs a shoulder to cry on because her whole world is changing, her friends are nearly dying or almost died if it’s post game, alm is going to leave, she can’t return home to an empty marriage she knows she’ll enter, the battlefield is the only place she’s op and can show off her worth and without the battlefield she’ll have nothing??? f a y e why are you like this???? stop being a “good” version of berkut okay??? can someone give her a hug holy shit these threads help me develop her so much but damn they hurt.

#♥ Puppet Master {ooc}#♥ Secret Diary {hc}

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sanuske-ramblings · 7 years

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Fire Emblem Echoes Thoughts

I just finished Echoes, and time to write up some thoughts

I really enjoyed Echoes, the overall experience was a lot more enjoyable than my playthrough of Fates. Admittedly I never ended up finishing Fates, but I think that speaks to how much I enjoyed Echoes.

Considering this is going to be a long one, I’m going to be nice and throw it under the cut

One of the things that stopped my from finishing Fates was the fact that my shoulder buttons on my 3DS don’t work, so soft resetting my 3DS was a challenge. I also played Fates, and Awakening, on hard mode, which was probably a mistake. So Mila’s turnwheel has been a godsend. The magic Ctrl+Z of the gods has done wonders for the enjoyability of Echoes. Naga’s Mistake Eraser turns a slightly misplaced unit, OR THOSE DAMNED WITCHES, a minor inconvenience instead of an entire mission restart.

The voice acting and the pre-Awakening Supports have also been a breath of fresh air. Clive and Mathilda’s supports being some of my favorite to listen to. Mae and Boey also had some fun banter and seeing their relationship develop over the course of the game, even in side conversations inside of dungeons/towns was really enjoyable. I really hope that Fire Emblem Switch is closer to Echoes than Awakening when it comes to its supports. Awakening has some nice supports, but everything, with the opposite gender, needed to potentially end in marriage, which kinda limited how things were written. Admittedly there were some weird lack of supports for some characters. like Alm not having supports with any of his friends, and Mycen not having a support with Celica. I get that it would mean that you’d only get the support in the post-game, but there’s nothing wrong with that.

I wasn’t a fan of the single item inventory system. Having only one weapon is fine, but the fact that healing items, support items, and the random cosmetic items were also bound to that inventory spot was dumb. As there were like 3 cosmetic items I found that I couldn’t even use because I should just give them a healing ring or a shield. I’m fine with weapon degradation leaving fire emblem like in Fates, I have no strong feelings one way or another.

Weapon Arts were cool, it provided some nice specialization in a game with like 5 classes total. My issue is with how long it takes to unlock new weapon arts, and I’m sad that I didn’t find out about the Warding Arrow art from the silver bow until after I had to deal with the multiple medusa wielding enemies. That would’ve made my life a lot easier. I liked the unique skills from Fates, and some of the character building from Awakening/Fates with the class skills. Even if it did kidna turn into a spreadsheet of who to turn into what when.

Speaking of classes. The tiny number of classes keeps things simple, but is very much something that is a relic of Echoes being a remake of FE2. The lack of the thief class makes me sad. I hope to see the full gambit of colorful classes in Fire Emblem Switch.

The bosses were stupid. Medusa is a stupid spell, that while hard countered by silence/Ward arrows... you don’t know those exist until you’ve already had to do some dark magic shenanigans to teleport Alm across the map to stab a witch in the face so hard she died yesterday. Side note, the witches themselves were dumb. In a game like fire emblem, enemies that teleport across the map and deal magic damage to literally any unit is so dumb. I only lost a unit to that once, and it was either Valbar or Clive... BECAUSE BY THE END OF THE GAME CLIVE HAD 1 FREAKING RES. Thank god for Grima’s failure De-happener. Jeddah’s gimick is dumb, mostly due to the lack of resistance on my units because I didn’t have any dread fighters to completely ignore the damage by the high priest of Duma. Duma himself wasn’t that bad... mainly because Alm is busted and having a godslaying sword makes killing a god pretty easy.

I was a bit bitter about the lack of living dragons in the game. You fight an entire fallen dragon civilization’s worth of necrodragons throughout the game, but when you end up fighting some ghost dragons... they were ghost necrodragons. Which was really disappointing. Why have a ghost zombie dragon? Why not just make a ghost dragon? So naturally I was elated in the post-game when a trio of water dragons known as Dagons appeared on my ship and promptly kicked my ass. Once I decided to bring Nino Delthea on board to OHKO a dragon in the face the dragons were less of a threat, but I’m amused that Alm’s godkilling sword that he used to kill a dragon god not 2 hours prior isn’t effective against OH dragons. I should note that after killing the 3 water dragons, the living version of the necrodragons appeard and promptly got wiped out because they still counted as undead/terrors so Alm murdered them in like 1 turn. I was also pleased to find an OG fire dragon in the post-game dungeon that I didn’t manage to kill because Alm got OTK’d in an optional fight with some entombed. RIP Alm

Character wise, Delthea was one of my favorites. Not only because she was my strongest unit by far, having the highest attack, luck, and speed out of my entire army, but because she was so dang fun to listen to. Her god-complex was fun, and her victory/level up quotes are just full of confidence. My favorite memory of her involved her killing a necrodragon in one hit, and then saying “Who do you bow to now” or something similar. Which is the equivilent of a small child killing a demi-god and saying “who’s your god now” with no sense of irony. She flat out believes that she’s perfect and the goddess’s favorite, and it’s just charming. Similarly the battle couple dynamic of Clive and Mathilda is just so cute. Their supports were literally them expressing their love and how they’d slay a thousand men to express their love. I love it, it’s cute, and the voice acting is great.

My biggest issue has to do with the end of act 4. For reference, an embarrassingly large number of Celica’s army were on their teir 2 classes, and even tier 1 for a certain Atlas. I was waiting until the final act to get everybody up to their prime and be ready to fight off against the evil god Duma. Except there was one thing that got in my way. The fact that the end of act 4 takes control away from celica’s army and makes you use Alm’s army until the final battle where you suddenly get the whole army again. I expected to have more time to develop Celica’s army, so my final battle was supposed to be both armies reunited fighting together, but instead I had a fully armed and powerful Alm’s crew, and a handful of units from celica’s path who are better suited to killing brigands than gods.

The animations were pretty cool, but it is pretty much a undisputed fact that Fire Emblem animations peaked in the GBA games. That is one of the things I’m most excited to see in Fire Emblem Switch. Seeing Fire Emblem animations on a home console where they can go all out with animations instead of being limited on the 3DS makes me unbelievably excited for the next fire emblem. Sidenote: If Fire Emblem Warriors doesn’t re-create GBA Crit animations in epic 3D for people’s special attacks it will all be for naught.

Echoes is probably my last 3DS game. I’m pretty sure it is the last 3DS fire emblem game, and my 3DS has the aforementioned shoulder button issues that are a nuisance in fire emblem, but literally game breaking in other games. I’m really glad that my last 3DS game was so enjoyable. Echoes has it’s faults, but it is enjoyable and mIla’s turnwheel makes fire emblem as a handheld game without that required downtime every time you get crit and die randomly. Thank you Fire Emblem Echoes. Thank you very much. I hate that I missed 2 90% hits in a row and then got hit by 1 30%, but thank you for everything but that.... and the witches. They are just actually bad game design.

#Fire Emblem #Fire Emblem Echoes #shadow of valentia

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kinetic-elaboration · 7 years

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April 19: i.Zombie Ranting

I wrote this long rant-y thing partially before I watched iZ.ombie 3x03 and partially after—which is to say it started out with a coherent over-arching idea and then just devolved into a straight up spew of barely-coherent anger.

Total honesty here: this is literally 1.6k of me hating on Ravi / Peyton. I don’t want to offend anyone and I also don’t want to clutter anyone’s dash so it’s all below the cut. You’re welcome.

I’m sorry but I’m actually not sorry at all: Ravi/Peyton is the WORST. Why am I supposed to like them? When I was supposed to board this ship?

Was it in S1, when they dated for like 3 days entirely off-screen, so we never got any sense of their dynamic, how they got on, how their personalities meshed?

Was it when Peyton left Seattle, suddenly, for months, without giving Ravi the slightest heads up, on the eve of their big going-away-together date?

Or how about when we did get some actual scenes of them in S2, during which we see them drinking heavily and Ravi regretting it the next day? Because that showed me, first, that they’re pretty incompatible in the one shared activity we’ve actually observed, and second, that they can’t even TALK about their incompatibility. Either Ravi doesn’t let on to Peyton that their drinking together is bad for him, or they’re just not around each other enough for her to have any chance to see its effects, or she does notice and doesn’t care (I assume it’s the second but IDK). In all cases, wow, I’m blown away by the chemistry, real OTP material.

Then of course we get into late S2/S3 territory where the great couple moments just pile on. There’s the time when Ravi is a total pissbaby about a sexual relationship she had when they weren’t even together. Wait, did I say “time”? I meant “times” as in pretty much constantly through the first two episodes and into the third. He acts like an immature little brat during a group conversation, embarrassing both himself and her by association. He’s so up his own ass he doesn’t even answer her call when she needs him—doesn’t even listen to her voicemail! When she was scared and needed a friend. I know, he was distracted by Major before he could listen to the message, but my point is that if he REALLY cared about her, if she really was so “”precious”” to him, he would have just answered the phone in the first place. Because talking to her would be more important than his issues with his own fragile sense of masculinity.

But of course Ravi doesn’t care about Peyton because he doesn’t know who she is. She’s Lawyer Barbie. She’s “precious” Peyton. She’s a series of benign, generic adjectives. She’s not the tough ADA who took on a crime boss pretty much by herself at great personal risk—she’s his sweet fragile Peyton, irredeemably sullied by murderer cock.

Oh and even into episode 3: negative bonus points here for using his “love” declaration—ridiculous because as already established he “loves” the idea of Peyton, not her as a person—as a way of getting his way in an argument he was losing. Way to manipulate the room, Ravi. Not selfish or dickish at all.

I really really hopped on the Ravi/Peyton train when he went to (allegedly) apologize her, started out by telling her that his time was more important than hers—she was literally on her way to a prior commitment, this is during the day, she’s at fucking work—then let his “I’m sorry” slide into “I’m sorry BUT” as if “I can’t stop creepily thinking about you and some other man” was a legitimate excuse for being a massive jerk to her for days, maybe weeks. Yes, he acknowledged some of the ways he was wrong, but as Peyton pointed out, he hasn’t really learned his lesson; there’s obviously still a part of him that thinks this is a two-way apology street, that they both were a little wrong.

I’ll be honest: I’ve never liked Ravi/Peyton. I never thought they had chemistry, and I never got why I was supposed to think they should be a thing (I still kinda think the viewer was supposed to like this couple in S1-S2).

And I’ll be further honest: I was neutral on Blaine/Peyton in S2 but now I’m 100% I-will-go-down-with-this-ship about them and I’m going to be bitter on a deeply personal level if this whole B/R/P love triangle shit ultimately comes down to using Blaine as an obstacle to Ravi/Petyon’s twoo wuv.

I don’t say any of this because I hate Ravi, even though it probably sounds like I hate Ravi a lot. I hate S3 Ravi. But this is all the more painful for me because S1 and S2 Ravi was my favorite character. He’s the nerdy eccentric best friend/side kick figure and that’s pretty much always my favorite character, plus he’s super hot, which is always nice. And I wouldn’t be opposed to a Ravi love interest—like the Ravi version of Clive/Dale, perhaps. (Or at least I wouldn’t have been opposed as of the end of S2, now I’m less sure.) But this side of Ravi we’re seeing in the Peyton story line is pretty much the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen. He’s like one big walking Entitled Nice Guy stereotype: he thinks he deserves Peyton because, hey, he’s a good person! Good people get good things! He literally says as much before their make out at the end of S2, which pissed me off because I didn’t think the narrative should have rewarded him for that nonsense.

As far as what the narrative is doing now... I’m confused, honestly. At first, with the first “apology” scene, I was optimistic, because I felt like the narrative-through-Peyton was calling Ravi out on some first class shitty behavior.

But then…at the end… First, I felt like his love confession, as I said above, was super manipulative and I can’t tell if I was supposed to see it that way, or if I was supposed to see it as genuine and, like, relevant. Because even if it were true, it’s not relevant. Does loving someone excuse asshole behavior? Entitlement? Being a bad friend? NO! But the way it was framed, the big ‘surprise’ reaction everyone had, and then when she showed up later at his house all on edge about the state of their relationship…all of this made me think that the reaction of the audience was supposed to be “oh well it all makes sense NOW—he was acting so unconscionably because he was in LOVE and it made him all ~ crazy and shit lol silly man in love how romantic.”

I also severely disliked Petyon’s line in their last scene that the only thing stopping them from being together is him/how he’s acting. First of all, that’s not the only thing keeping them apart imo because they had no chemistry even before Blaine. But let’s just say that’s my personal opinion and set it aside. It’s just a nonsense sentence even if they did used to have a special connection. As if there were only two options in the world, nothing and Ravi, and as soon as Ravi lightens up she’ll just shoot toward him like a magnet because there’s no other possible mate out there for her (I’m not even talking about Blaine, I’m talking about, like, literally any single man in Seattle). As if the measure of someone’s character ISN’T their behavior but like some weird intangible Other Thing, like Ravi’s decidedly a Good Person and a Good Boyfriend except, you know, he acts like a shitty person all the time to her and has been nothing but an immature brat for the space of three episodes but if he just changes what seem to be his new main personality traits and becomes like a totally different person THEN it will be true love forever. As if she were the prize in his personal quest and as soon as he learns to be a Better Man, he’ll get the Pretty Girl because women aren’t people we’re objects to be won.

(I know she meant “it’s you that’s the problem” with an implied “it’s not Blaine who’s the problem” but like I stand by all of this because the line implies that she wants to be with him except for him being a Dick to her All the Time now and I just don’t get that--WHY?? WHY Peyton??)

Like look it’s not that hard: if a guy is consistently a jerk to you like Ravi has been to Peyton, you find a new guy.

(Also not to get tmi about this but my ex-bf was definitely the “omigod I’m obsessed with your prior hookups” kind of person and in my personal experience, this isn’t something someone just declares to be over and drops; it’s the kind of thing that sticks around and casts a dark shadow over an entire relationship.)

Finally, what to make of Ravi fucking Dr. Kupps or whoever? Because first of all I saw that coming. To me, with my reading of this entire situation, this is just another example of Ravi being Bad for Peyton, someone she should drop like so much dead weight. But the way he looked so ~sad after Peyton stormed out, like “oh poor me, woe is me, how could this decision I made myself as an autonomous agent have happened to poor innocent me?”, and the way the camera focused on him for such a long time, made me think I was supposed to see this little hiccup as just another obstacle between Ravi and the Attainment of his Goal—whoops I mean his happily ever after with the love of his life.

I’m not saying Ravi can’t learn and be better. But I’m going to need to see some ACTUAL learning and ACTUAL getting better, not just declarations that he’s cured of his Douchebaggery and some overly dramatic love declarations.

Again, like I said, Ravi was my favorite character for two seasons, so my perhaps excessive anger can partially be explained by feeling betrayed by a fictional person I used to love so much. (Not that there weren’t signs of this before: not just in his prior dealings with Peyton, but in, for example, how he dumped Stephanie the morning after—so uncool man.)

Upside: my favorite character is now Clive, and I don’t think he’ll ever betray me like this.

#the year 2017 #2017: fandom thoughts #dont get me wrong i still love this show #but like man all my buttons are so pressed rn #also my mom and i agree that clive is perfect and can do no wrong ever

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