#when I was making this I realized that in the background of the scene Bug was just playing around with Febuary’s hands
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Starship (2011)
Bonus + (aka February)
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THE Billy Taylor Post
I have a love/hate relationship with The Halcyon as a show overall. I don't feel like all of it is written well, but the area in which it definitely excels is Billy Taylor's story. You know, the cutie pie bellboy that Ewan plays and who is always bugging out in all of the gifs we make of him. He's young, he's sweet, and he's insanely adorable.
And his story is also the best in the entire show. In my opinion!!
I also cry whenever I think about Billy for too long but we'll get into that later, hehe.
Spoilers for The Halcyon, btw!
If you haven't seen it, The Halcyon is set at a fancy hotel in London just as WWII has come to Britain. Also, fair warning that this post is a little bit all over the place because I have SO MANY BILLY TAYLOR FEELS
At the start of the show, Billy is seventeen and working at The Halcyon as a bellboy. He's portrayed by Ewan as someone who's maybe a little bit... no thoughts, head empty. I jokingly refer to Billy as having big NPC energy when he's in the background of scenes because it looks like he has radio static going through his head whenever he's not being interacted with. And like to think that it's not because it was Ewan's first gig as an actor. I think Billy genuinely is a little bit daft. He's the baby himbo. He's the golden retriever puppy who isn't the smartest in the room but he makes up for it with hard work and dedication and pure sweetness.
I mean, he's only seventeen and he appears to be one of the higher ranking bellboys at the hotel. He's given important tasks like welcoming ~secret guests to the hotel, showing new hires where to go, and personally taking care of high ranking guests' belongings. He's clearly trusted by the management and is, more importantly, very good at his job.
But, bless his heart... Billy can be kind of a mess. He's forgetful and sometimes just plain thick. He loses the family dog of the lord and lady who own the hotel while taking it out for a walk. (Literally how does that happen. Billy.) He bungles the staff poker game by revealing his hand without realizing. He's also a silly little dumbass when he and a couple of the other hotel staff are at the movie theater and see the lady who owns the hotel (who's there on a !secret date) and he straight up points at her from several aisles back with his eyes all bugging out. Be more obvious, Billy!
Billy is young and naive and maybe not the smartest guy around, but you know what? He's good at what he does (most of the time, lol) and he's a damn hard worker.
He's also someone who knows that people are reluctant to believe in him and he clearly doesn't like that. Billy signs up to join the army the moment he turns eighteen and, although we don't see it, his mum Peggy (who works at the hotel as the telephonist aka switchboard operator) mentions to the hotel general manager that there was a bit of an argument between them over it.
“Do you know why he was so upset that I didn’t want him signing up? He thought I was saying he wasn’t good enough.”
He also gets angry with his mum when his call-up papers do arrive. I know I called him daft before, so I'm giving him credit where credit is due - he actually very cleverly notices that the letter should have gone to his family's house, but it showed up at the hotel instead. And, upon learning that he's been assigned to the Royal Artillery instead of what he wanted - the engineers - he knows it was his mum (with the help of the hotel general manager, but he doesn't know that part) who moved things around so that Billy could stay close to home.
He angrily tells her, "I ain't a child no more," and storms out of the room. Billy wants to prove himself. He wants to be a grown up with responsibilities and he wants to be believed in.
You feel for him, but you also feel for his mum, who is watching her only son grow up and enlist in the war effort. At one point, Peggy mentions that she was only 19 or 20 by the time she'd had Billy, so she was a young mother (and still is!). Her worrying and fretting over him clearly annoys him because he's a teenager, but, god you feel for her. We also learn that Billy's dad, Jim, was drafted to fight in the war so she must be out of her mind with worry. I'll get more into my Billy feels as related to his mum in a bit. But I mean... just look at this line of Peggy's after Billy's joined the army:
“I pray. I fuss. I hold him a little tighter each time I see him."
Before I move on, GOSH, Billy is such a teenager when it comes to his interactions with his mum, lol. He doesn't want her fussing over him or being affectionate. He shrugs her off when she tries to fix his collar. He's reluctant to let her kiss his cheek... but he lets her do it anyway, of course.
Speaking of his family, Billy's relationship with his little sister, Dora, is also so cute and I love them. She tells another character that she doesn't miss him once he's moved out to join the army because she thinks he's "annoying" but she really does love him, lbr. And he's clearly very close with her, too.
At one point, their family home is destroyed in the Blitz so Peggy and Dora move into The Halcyon for a while. Billy watches his sister on mornings that he can get away from his army duties. He carries her around piggyback style. He lets her wear his army hat. He calls her "squirt." They're freaking adorable.
There's also a cute little moment during one of the Blitz raids where Billy's mum and sister are in the hotel shelter and Dora is frightened. Her mum tells her to listen for the sounds of the artillery and says, “That’s our Billy. He’s protecting us.”
And he is. Billy is a protector. He's always looking out for the people he cares about. When Kate, the maid he has a crush on, is SA'd by the Count, Billy angrily confronts him and even points the Count's own fucking gun at him. AND HE PULLS THE TRIGGER. He was about to fucking murder this man for doing what he did to Kate!
Billy is a fucking real one. God, he's the best character.
I don't have anywhere specific to put this, but I wanted to mention how much I love the little detail the writers added in about Billy's handiness and interest in machinery:
He is seen chatting with one of the waiters about the guns they use in the war and is later able to correctly identify the type of German plane flying over the hotel.
Later on in the season, The Halcyon's general manager and head concierge are trying to fix the hotel generator and lamenting that Billy was the one who always maintained it before he left to join the army. (I will come back to this later because omg)
Billy himself mentions to his mum at one point that he's planning on helping a neighbor with some things she needs done in her shelter and that he expects it to be a quick job.
When he joins the army, he's put in charge of operating one of the anti-aircraft guns - directing his fellow soldiers and being the one to manually operate the machine itself.
Now that I think I've covered every other Billy feel, I have to talk about... the worst one. The saddest one. His death. /:
I don't know how to say this without sounding like a complete [Michael Gavey voice] loooser, but I can't really think about Billy and his story in this show for too long without... crying? Oof.
I think that's a testament to just how well written his storyline was in this show. They make you care so fucking much about this sweet, innocent, pure-hearted, good to a fault, daft, brave young man so much that, when he dies in the Blitz, it really fucking hurts.
I swear, thinking about Billy Taylor deals psychic damage to me every time.
And I think that, part of the reason that Billy's death hurts so much is because of how it's shown to us. We all know the famous orange scene between Billy and Kate so I'm sorry for ruining it by making it sad, lol. But that scene ends with Kate telling Billy that she'll meet him the next morning to share the orange with him. So when morning comes and the hotel staff are arriving and see Kate waiting impatiently for "someone" who hasn't arrived, your heart fucking sinks immediately.
They don't even tell us about Billy's death by showing Peggy learning of the news. We're told through Kate's POV. He doesn't show up to their meeting in the morning and, when she arrives for her shift, the staff has been gathered around by the general manager. Only then do we learn that Billy was killed by a parachute mine the night before. And we follow Kate to the same closet where Billy gave her the orange, where she's sobbing and cradling the fruit in her hands.
But what's even sadder is that Billy remains a presence throughout the rest of the show. You, as the viewer, grieve him alongside not only his family, but also the people who knew him and worked with him.
When the hotel loses power during a bombing one night and the general manager and head concierge are trying to fix the generator, they're lost for what to do and even lost for words because Billy was the one who always handled the generator. They end up fixing the thing by taking a wrench and banging the side of it because "That's what Billy used to do." And it works. The generator turns back on thanks to Billy. Thanks to the memory of him. And the concierge look up and says, "Clever lad," as though Billy can hear him.
Of course, Peggy spends the rest of the season grappling with the loss of Billy, too. The other characters mention more than once that she's "talking about Billy as though he's still here" and that it's worrying them. Eventually, the general manager sits down with her and she says that she does know he's gone but that it's so hard to believe because she wants to think that he could just walk through the door at any moment.
But, oh my god, the saddest moment of the show for me... is the moment when Peggy is walking through the hallway in the staff area of the hotel and she sees one of the bellboys walking towards her. He has his head down so his face is in shadow but he's about the same height as Billy... and you can see in Peggy's face that she's allowing herself - just for that one moment - to imagine that it's Billy. To let herself think that he's still alive. You're watching her process the scene before her and seeing her think, "Could it be him?" for those few seconds... until she sees the bellboy's face. And, oh my god, it absolutely wrecks me every single time.
Billy's death is the reason that Peggy gives up the one thing she has left - Dora - and sends her away to the countryside along with the other children who are being evacuated from London. Because she can't bear the thought of losing her last living child.
Billy is the character who shows the audience how cruel and unforgiving the war is. That it can take anyone, no matter how sweet and kind and young and good the person is.
And it illustrates the enormity of the chasm they leave behind.
Billy's loss is felt in everyone, from his family to the people he worked with to the girl he had a crush on. AND IT'S FELT IN ME, TOO, GODDAMN
This was so long and I may not have even touched upon all of my feels but thanks for coming to my Billy Taylor TED Talk. I fucking love him. The writers did an amazing job writing him. 10/10, no notes whatsoever. I cry every single time.
He's such an underrated Ewan character and, I know I haven't mentioned it much, but Ewan's portrayal of him is flawless. He's perfect at capturing all the silliness, daftness, and earnestness that makes up our sweet little Billy!
Tl;dr - Everyone should love Billy Taylor!
Aaaand here's another gif of our sweet boy to end this massive post:
#welcome to my billy taylor ted talk#this is a mixture of billy taylor observations#and billy taylor feels#this character deserves so so so much love#billy taylor#ewan mitchell#the halcyon
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fem reader attending one of gwen stacys band shows and just being distracted by how gorgeous she is 🤞🤞?
see how it shines
gwen stacy x fem!reader
warnings: none, fluff, lyrics from the song; risk by mega mango.
a/n: I hope you enjoyed this lovely <3
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THE SHOW has already started. You were about 15 minutes late due to the absolute horrid traffic. The scene wasn't one you'd see yourself to ever be in if you were honest.
You enjoyed music much more in a less crowded company. The sweating and the yelling could get tiring after a full 20 minutes. But once you've slid into the front rows of the crowd, you feel as if the whole world had gone quiet.
They were still there and they are still singing and yelling, buf it all felt like a background noise then. The kind you'd put on using the television or a radio while you actually focus on whatever it is that's consuming you. And when your eyes had met the sight of the infamous drummer, Gwen Stacy.
You'd realized then that she was the focus in this situation. You supposed you should thank her for the front row tickets.
The two of you had met in a record shop, you were looking for a good ole Amy Winehouse when as she lets her eyes search the section, left arm alredy hanging onto an Indigo De Souza vinyl. She'd introduced you to new music that evening, with a ticket to one of her shows near your area.
The lead singer had a mesmerizing voice, but you found yourself zeroing on the beats of her drum, and the way it matches the tune so easily. As the music gets louder, the lyrics became clearer too as you try your best to sing along with the rest of the crowd.
"I know I'm not alone or far from home...but I'm freezin.." It sounded like the type of music she'd make. Just the vibe she gave off. Though you almost expected her to be a rock kind of girl. Her eyes were stuck to her instruments, she was there but she wasn't. And when she opened her eyes and risked a glance to the crowd, your arms instinctively goes up to wave. Her eyes meet yours, and your anxious heart relaxes when she smiles at you. "...I've been up all night..."
You were embarrassed of yourself for raising your hand. But her notice rid you of your humiliation. Besides, you were sure no one else besides her even saw it in the first place.
She had a leather jacket on, with bright coloured pins on them. You wondered when was the last time you saw someone who looked this good in a leather jacket on real life, someone in a band too.
The dimly purple coloured lights gave her a glow that convinced you she must be an angel at the moment. The absolute passion in the way her hands moved made her stand out to you the same way rainbows do in hazy skies after a heavy rain. Like it just made sense. You ignore the slight nausea you were suddenly feeling. Stop getting overexcited. You scolded your nerves. You heart was weak, and what with this full of fire of a being in front of you, you'd let her consume your whole being if she wanted to, with the way her eyes are twinkling slightly like faded stars, and she's smirking at you like she knows you'll do anything if she'd just ask.
The rest of the one and a half hour show, you felt drunk of the lively atmosphere. The smell of sweat ceased to bug you every time Gwen acknowledged your presence with a look. You had waited for her once the show ended. Doubts risen of whether you should've just left as everyone currently was, but the drummer herself was quick to find you before you could change your mind.
She beckoned you to the corner of the stage. The air felt less stuffier as people moved to the exit, and yet your chest was piunding like you lacked it with every step you took. A silly grin was plastered on your face, and how happy you felt to see her sharing the same expression.
The spotlights was being shut off when you reached her. You failed to hold yourself back from a hug, arms wrapping themselves around her as if they're used to doing it. The sudden jerk of her body told you she wasn't expecting it, hut she returned it as easily. "I didn't think you'd come." She teases.
You pulled away from her, againts your own want. "Well I did." You replied awkwardly, hands feeling empty as they leave her body. "You did." She repeated.
"And I'm glad you did. Did you like our songs?" You nodded. "I liked seeing you play, you seem passionate about drumming-" Her fingers finds your own before she pulls you with her to the backstage. "-like you're lost in your own world when you start playing." She lets out an awkward laugh at that.
The rest of her bandmates barely glance at her as she brings you into a room with her name by the door. The lead singer was the only one who looked your way, winking at her before he went back to talking with another girl. "I feel like I'm in a different world when I play." She states before closing her door.
You took a seat on the single couch in the cramped room, watching as she finishes off a bottle of water on her desk. "That's nice. " you replied genuinely. "I've never really had any particular thing I liked to doing, or am good at." You explained. If she looked like she wasn't listening before, she completely turned herself towards you as she sits on the spinning chair opposite you, completely paying attention. "Oh there must be something you like to do." You chuckle at that and shook your head slightly. "I mean, I like reading, and sometimes I play video games or something. But nothing I'd say that I'm particular sure I'm passionate about."
She gives an understanding 'ah', nodding her head at your words.
"Maybe you just haven't found it yet, I mean- I know everyone says that a lot...but sometimes your passion could just be out there, waiting in a...random concert you've been coereced to go, or maybe its in the form of a cooking book recipe? You know what I mean?" You nodded. You did know.
"You never know until you actually try the things you never have before. Maybe, drumming could be your passion, who knows?" You laughed in a suprised manner at her teasing. The blonde girl grinned warmly at you, raising a brow. "What? I'm serious! I could give you a few lessons." You hummed and smiled brightly at her.
"Oh I'm very sure music isn't it, I can't even read music notes." You confessed, earning an audible gasp from her. "What?"
"Mmhm." You confirmed, scrunching your nose at her. "All the more reasons to teach you." She decided, earning another laugh from you. "You are relentless!" You noted. She shrugged and moved her chair closer to you. "The things you'd do to spend more time with another person." She whispers loud enough for your ears. You feel your cheek warming at her obvious flirting attempts. But with the pressure to come up with something smart to say back, you ended up saying nothing instead, mouth open, yet speechless.
"Sorry." She apologies when she sensed your quietness. "I have a tendency to move too fast-" You stand up abruptly, cutting off her trail of words. "Oh no- not at all!" She days nothing, waiting for you to continue. "I just, well I just didn't think you'd like me like that."
She frowns when you're done. Standing up herself, so she'd be in an eye level as you. "I've been trying to get your number since we first met at the record shop." Oh. she did. You hadn't given her because you were sure that she was just joking. "And I would love to have your number still, If you're fine with that." You were sure you're looking like an idiot with how big your smile was.
"For drumming lessons?" You joked. The corners of her eyes crinkles adorably as she dissolves into a giggle. "And other lessons you could be interested in."
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Follow The Leader
⟡ kishibe ༝ fem reader (private sector devil hunter)
⟡ inspired by the song “follow the leader” by magdalena bay and companion missions in silent hill
⟡ tags: fluff, angst, age gap (20’s reader + 50’s kishibe), gentle kishibe, blood, violence, near-death experience, kishibe has worked with her once before, stubborn reader, reader gets mean to hide that she’s scared
⟡ synopsis: kishibe is dispatched to take out a devil that’s been terrorizing a town in a smaller district, a simple assignment that gets complicated when he finds another hunter shares his target
⟡ note: I have no idea if there’s a hot spring in chuo city…. I made that up
“Wolf devil, huh? Only in the sticks.”
Kishibe spoke to the trees as he started into the forest that surrounded the village. Trudging in the direction the locals had pointed him to as the last sighting of his quarry, he lit a cigarette and let the sound of sticks breaking under his boots serenade him. After what seemed like a long stretch, he started to hear howling from the east and took off in that direction.
The stench of rotting meat hit him hard, the air was thick with the history of carnage. The smoke of the extra strong cigarettes wasn’t enough to make a difference. He walked for another ten minutes through the bloody miasma before coming upon a large, sprawling, dilapidated house—source of the assault on his senses.
Time for the big bad wolf to meet an old mad dog, he thought as he crept through long grass alongside the back of the structure. It was built strangely: facing away from the small town and towards the mountains as if meant to emphasize the exiled location. With two floors to the main home and multiple sections, it offered him a challenging game of hide and seek under the full moon.
Air made humid by a mixture of rotting wood and human remains pressed down on him as he hoisted himself inside through a window. He steadied himself, let his eyes adjust to the darkness, and listened hard for any sign of the devil. Bug song and leaves rustling gave background noise to the silence; a faint whimper cut through it like a razor.
Kishibe explored the home in search of whatever made that sound, caution putting a slow and steady pace into his every move. He was more concerned about falling through the floorboards or stepping in a pile of something than he was about running into the wolf devil. Stopping every so often to listen for the sound, it began to get louder as he walked up the stairs.
The scene of carnage before him when he arrived at the top of the stairs was its own picture of Hell. Walls coated in viscera to the point of scabbing, a complex anatomy puzzle created by the remains of victims strewn across nearly every surface, and that ominous whimpering noise had turned into a low drone of death throes from those not lucky enough to have been torn apart properly.
Following the sound, he rounded a corner of the long hallway and started to check the rooms lining it. Finding more scenes from Hell or broken locks on each door until he came to a one he could hear grunting through. Tired of the broken locks, he decided to kick this one open.
The sudden crack and crash pulled you back to consciousness. You looked up meekly at him standing there with his weapon drawn, looking far too clean. You extended your arm to push yourself up which caught his attention. He walked up to you, weapon still ready and crouched closer to get a better look at your face. You were already a beautiful corpse to him, until you coughed and asked if he had something to drink. All the cold fierceness in his eyes melted away when he realized you were still alive.
“This is going to burn,” He pulled his flask out of his pocket, unscrewed it and held it to your mouth. “But it’ll help keep you calm so you don’t go into shock.” You let the liquor work itself into your mouth as he tilted the flask against your lips.
“Doesnt burn as bad,” you coughed and tried to prop yourself up again, succeeding this time. “As bad as the scratches from the wolf devil.”
“I didn’t take you as a small town girl, shame about your neighbors.” He was reaching to investigate your wounds and a minute went by when it clicked what he meant by that.
“Can’t take me for something I’m not, old man. I came here to kill it.”
“And how’d that go?”
You kissed your teeth at the insult he was attempting to add to your injuries. The liquor was working in full swing now, dulling your pain and making it easier to breathe. He was closing the deepest wounds on you with a vial of liquid stitches, starting at a gash on your collarbone and a trio of them on your side where the devil had gotten a good connection.
“Not great… but I didn’t fail.”
“It almost took you with it.”
“Keyword: almost. I shouldn’t even,” you grunted in pain as he held the last deep wound closed to give the liquid stitches time to seal it up. “…Be here right now… must’ve been passed out when the extraction party came to collect its body.” You flinched at his touch as he continued to hold your skin together.
A sour look painted your face and you turned your head away from him, thinking about how pathetic you must’ve looked to have been left for dead and how much hassle wrangling payment would be if your employer thought you died.
“Be still, or these are going to pop open again.”
A grumbling “hmph” escaped your lips as you resigned to letting this jaded old man patch you up. It suddenly dawned on you how weird it is that he was here at all.
“Hey, what are you doing out here anyway?”
He raised an eyebrow. “I was sent to kill the wolf devil, alas some punk beat me to it. Second time that’s happened.”
He was referring to the first time you two had met. Both of you sent to handle a pack of insect devils, this time purposely, making bets on who would kill what first. He would be lying if he said you didn’t impress him that night. Your moves were all power, speed, and brutality that was so hard to come by in someone your age, let alone a woman. By the time the night was over, you’d handled most of the pack yourself and he owed you a few thousand yen and dinner. Recounting the memory made the right side of his mouth twitch into a small smirk. He was pulled from the fond memory by the sound of a distant howl.
“I thought you said you killed that thing.” His entire demeanor shifted. Realizing he’d have to protect you and kill your quarry.
“I-I did,” fear stuck your voice to your throat. “I don’t know what the fuck that noise could’ve been.”
The howling doubled up, then tripled, and it was getting closer. When it dawned on kishibe that the wolf devil had given birth to cubs, he scooped you into his arms without saying anything and started downstairs, hoping the threat wouldn’t be able to smell your fresh blood through all the old blood, part of him knew better so he picked up the pace. You clutched him, realizing in that moment just how strong he was as you felt his well-built back and chest.
“Pretty strong for a senior citizen…” you made the comment under your breath, thinking he’d not be able to hear you.
“If you keep calling me old, I’m going to use you as bait,” he said it jokingly at first but then he realized his best bet at killing the cubs would be to do just that. He started making his way through the house, retracing his steps to a storage room he’d found on his way inside that had a great choke point for him to exploit.
“Actually, that’s exactly what I’m going to do. It’s the best way to make sure these things don’t get the jump on us,” He said as he sat you in the farthest corner of the room, using its small maze-like shelves to force a route for the devils to follow that would lead them right to him, and you.
“You’re fucking insane! You think I’d let you do this?” As if you had enough blood in your body to stop him. Defying your reality was normal though, and you started to get up and move towards the door. Gravity seemed to turn itself up though, and you swayed hard with no control over your legs. Strong arms caught you and a rough hand softly pulled your chin up, where you met kishibe’s black eyes with your own. Wordlessly, he asked you to trust him.
“Okay, I’ll do it. You’re the only chance I’ve got.”
You let him put you back in the corner, grateful for the softness of the rolled up cloth tarps stored there. The cacophony from the pack’s approach grew louder and louder. As they breached the room for the promise of a meal, they were met with the unbridled violence of Kishibe’s assault.
“Young animals always take the bait,” he said his comment on their nature more to himself than you. “I love it. So predictable.”
He tore them to shreds in such a manner that made you almost think he was showing off for you. The thought amused you, but not for long. You were getting sleepy, body heavy from the longest night of your life. You began to drift off, head resting on your shoulder. The sounds of horror fading away.
Tapping on your face slowly brought you back to consciousness. Opening your eyes just a little, you saw his concerned face inches from yours. Flecks of blood littered his face like freckles. Relief came over him as you blinked.
“I thought you went and died on me,” his voice was soft as he picked you up again, this time with more care. The two of you finally got out of that hell hole and into the open field of tall grass that surrounded it. The moonlight shone on your face, and despite everything, he remembered how pretty you are and how he had to push that thought out of his mind when you’d met. Now he was able to let it linger.
“Now, will you try to stay awake?”
“Yeah, I’ll try.” You said weakly, one arm draped around his neck and the other resting on your stomach. “Can’t m-make any promises though.”
He realized he needed to keep you talking to keep you alive.
“What’s your favorite food?”
“Steak… or shrimp pasta…”
He wanted to laugh at your answer’s simplicity. He smiled freely since he knew you couldn’t see him do it, didn’t want you to know he enjoyed this.
“Do you drink?”
“Yeah… not, not the way you do,”
“Hey…” he sounded almost hurt. “Drink of choice?”
“Sweet red wine,” your voice perked up a bit. A sign that relaxed him somewhat. He’d be able to make it back to the village with you alive.
“When I take you out to dinner, where do you want to go?”
Silence. You weren’t sure if you heard the words right. Maybe you were dying for sure. Darkness edged your vision, so you closed your eyes. Sleep sounded so good.
“Hey, answer me.” The pace of his footsteps quickening as much as possible without him moving fast enough to jostle you too much. “And look at me when you do.”
“What?” You snapped weakly, pain and exhaustion putting a knife’s edge on your voice. You looked up at him as he looked down at you, the moon big and shiny behind him, stars littering the sky. You realized he was attractive, and not just for an old man. His ashy blond hair was bleached by the moonlight and his cheekbones caught the light piercing the darkness of the trees every so often. Despite him not necessarily liking that tone, he was relieved to hear it. If you have the energy to be upset with him, you have the energy to make it the last mile back. Plus looking into your eyes as they reflected the moon, with you against his chest sent a feeling through him that felt so natural and warm. A feeling he’d not had in years, and wasn’t ready to let go of just yet.
“When I take you out to dinner, where do you want to go?” He spoke more evenly and even put some sweetness into his gruff voice.
You sighed, closing your eyes for a pause before resuming looking at him.
“Gyuan Ginza,” your answer was so matter-of-fact.
“That a steakhouse?”
“Mhm, best in Tokyo. Plus there’s a great hot spring spa in Chuo City too.”
Unbeknownst to you, the two of you had arrived at the back gate of the town’s small hospital. Your eyes closed again and this time, he didn’t make a fuss. He just held you a little tighter.
“I’ll take you there, too.”
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Unpredictable nature of autumn foliage
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Kate loved doing little basic home care chores on her days off; it reminded her of the bits of simplicity that she missed when her mind was racing with endless thoughts that felt like they were drowning out her normal day-to-day life and, well, you.
You had left to go get some things from the store and noticed your chore list, most of them completed until she saw 'rake leaves' at the bottom not crossed off.
She decided to put on some jeans and a sweatshirt and hat before she started raking the leaves in the calm autumn air that felt like winter was coming sooner than she had expected. Her mind was still pondering over the last few weeks and the decisions that weighed heavily on her shoulders. It felt like an uncomfortable static of negative thoughts had made her unfocused as she raked the leaves into a giant pile to take care of eventually.
Before she had realized it, she was almost finished before she stood in front of the pile looking at it with the same thoughts that filled with doubts in her own choices and skills before she heard a loud laugh and fell forward into the leaves, your body now wrapped around her as you had twirled her into you as you fell.
She gasped and listened to your loud laughs at her reaction, a small smile pulled at her lips before she sat up in the leaves with a huff as you sat up next to her and threw leaves into her face gently.
"You missed some," you said as you motioned to her now messy pile, making her scowl and look at you with a disapproving expression.
"Someone messed it up," she huffed out as she dusted herself off and shook her head with a smile, the thoughts that she hadn't even noticed had fizzled away to background noise as she watched you play in the leaves until you were sure you had seen a bug and launched yourself out of them, checking your clothes and hair quickly as Kate now laughed and slowly stood from the pile of leaves.
You gave a mock shiver, pretending to inspect your clothes for bugs. "I swear, these leaves have a life of their own. I wasn't prepared for a bug ambush."
Kate chuckled, a genuine sound that brought warmth to the crisp autumn air. "You're such a drama queen."
"Well, it's all part of the charm," you replied with a grin, leaning against a tree and watching her. The sunlight filtering through the leaves created a mesmerizing dance of shadows around you.
Kate looked around at the scattered leaves, then back at you. "Charm, huh?" She smirked playfully, picking up a handful of leaves and tossing them at you.
You laughed, trying to shield yourself from the leafy onslaught. "Alright, alright. Maybe 'charm' was a bit much. How about we call it the unpredictable nature of autumn foliage?"
She joined in your laughter, and soon the two of you found yourselves in the midst of an impromptu leaf fight. The worries of the day were forgotten, replaced by the simple joy of playful moments. The air was filled with laughter and the rustling of leaves as you both let go of the weight that had been hanging over you.
As the sun dipped lower on the horizon, casting a warm glow over the scene, you collapsed onto the leaf-strewn ground, catching your breath. Kate followed suit, sitting next to you, and the two of you looked up at the canopy of trees.
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#tristampparty day 2, episode 2: the running man
day 2 of @tristampparty!! i have less to say about this episode than the first one so hopefully this will be a shorter post than yesterday LOL
iirc this is 98 knives's seiyuu on the radio, right?!!! i am only about halfway through my jp 98 watch and can't recognize him by ear (yet) but i think it's very neat that the original seiyuus have cameos :')
also vash keeping the photo with him What If I Ate Rocks
he is such a kicked puppy of a man
why does roberto say revenge. what does he mean. what does he know. what has he figured out from knowing vash for maybe like a few hours. or is he just throwing that out there without realizing how close he is to the truth. partially, anyway. he didn't guess the savior complex part.
i'm not entirely sure what meryl means by honor...? but money is a pretty normal reason to want a plant, as we've seen and as we'll continue to see.
i like how meryl has a fear of bugs... i can relate lol. i think this character trait comes from the manga when she was kidnapped by zazie and was grossed out? i think here it also serves to reinforce her being sheltered, still unfamiliar with the world at large since worms are everywhere--WAIT HOLD ON.
PAUSE. ZOOM. ENHANCE.
RAI-DEI SPOTTED?!?!??!?! this rewatch is becoming an I Spy game with the wanted posters, jfc.
man i'm so glad i finally downloaded tristamp so i can appreciate the visuals without the crunchiness of streaming video... i can't do the animation justice with just screenshots but i love watching vash scamper around like a... i don't know. he scampers like a cockroach in 98, but this is giving a different vibe. like a... something. like a creature.
i also want to take a second to appreciate how gorgeous the backgrounds are, like,
i loooove the backgrounds, it looks like... maybe a mix of markers and colored pencil... i love the detail and the colors are so pleasing. this is such a gorgeous anime to look at, i don't know how anyone could possibly say it looks bad without them just blindly hating it because it's 3dcg. god i'm getting so distracted looking at the backgrounds that i'm missing the action AND the subtitles LOL
wasn't there a post somewhere that actually calculated how much a bullet is worth based on this information. i don't remember what conclusion it came to. but i'm thinking either food is expensive (tbh, likely) or bullets are inexpensive and vash is just poor (also likely). also it's funny that the dub changed this to donuts. ...where are the donuts at in tristamp anyway...
roberto lmao 😭😭😭😭😭 i guess that's one way to guarantee it doesn't spill
roberto up until this point has acted like meryl is dragging him along unwillingly, but here he's the one telling meryl to get in the car so they can get a move on, lol. yeah yeah we all already know he's actually a softie and that he really cares underneath his aloof demeanor.
which brings us to this scene... i don't want to say that he has vash "all figured out" because obviously he doesn't, but he's got SOME of vash figured out at least. definitely more than meryl atp. he knows vash is running from knives... i wonder how this conversation would have gone if they weren't interrupted.
yeah i don't really have that much to say about this ep, relatively speaking... i don't have any deep thoughts about the nebraskas, they're just comic relief villains anyway, i don't care about them that much, even though tristamp kind of tries to make us care a little bit by the end of this episode...
next episode is gonna be a doozy though. ohohohohohoho.
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Because I can and have more headcanons. I feel like there was a small lack in the other one, so here’s so more! <3
Streber x Reader x Kevin HCs (Pt. 2)
Like I said in the other headcanons, I headcanon Streber as pretty short (5’3-5’5) so he would love getting piggybacks from you and Kevin (if you could give him any)
no like he would love it, like he'd ask you all the time "Y/N CAN YOU GIVE ME A PIGGYBACK????" with the puppy eyes n shi
"streber we're in public..." he doesn't care though :)
You can catch Kevin zoning out on you and just watching you do your thing. If you call him out on it he’ll be embarrassed.
Streber will come to your job and annoy you the whole time, whether you like it or not. He has a lot of free time on his hands.
Streber also definitely sends you memes at 2am. Without context.
Streber's a huge horror fan, I just know it. Kevin doesn't like it that much because Streber keeps bugging him to watch horror movies all the time, but eventually Kevin caves. he always does.
If you like horror too he'll be making you watch horror movies all the time. If you have the kind of sense of humor I do, you two will laugh at the most toe-curling, nightmare inducing, horrifying scenes while Kevin is staring at you two in disbelief.
Oh yeah, Streber is definitely alt. Maybe a scene kid or emo??
Streber tries to steal clothes from you two ALL THE TIME. He's small, so they're probably huge on him.
Kevin will subconsciously touch you while you are both doing your thing. He notices after awhile and quickly moves away in embarrassment, you think it's cute.
Kevin definitely clings to you in your sleep, and when he wakes up and realizes what he's doing, he gets flustered and pulls away. If you pull him back he'll become even more flustered and just sit there really tense. Just hold him close and stroke his back, then he'll calm down after awhile, then melt into your touch.
Kevin honestly just needs to be more comfortable with touch, you have to show him that he is allowed to show his love like that
Kevin drives you two everywhere lol
Kevin has absolutely no rizz but looks like he would but he is just so tired all of the time
definitely has bags under his eyes
neither does Streber have any rizz but he will try to flirt with you two (and it's effective on Kevin)
if you play video games, Streber will annoy you the whole time and try to distract you and get you killed sometimes just so he can piss you off lol. sometimes he helps you though
if your ever feeling down Streber offers cuddles and Kevin offers to talk about it
Streber is the annoying but funny guy while Kevin is the sarcastic passive aggressive dude
you may think Streber would cry at movies BUT WRONG ITS KEVIN
he would watch braveheart and cry (like i did... i literally sobbed and screamed)
Streber has those creative but really bad insults. like he would call you a pink lollipop hat and leave you like "what"
pet names make Kevin literally MELT
literally if you just hold his face in your hands and call him your sweet boy he will cry
Streber also adores pet names and uses them all the time (even when your in public)
there's no limit to PDA with Streber
Kevin only holds hands with you in public but when Streber goes further with PDA he gets flustered but allows it
if you do it he'll also be flustered
just sometimes you all have a lazy day, trapped in each other's arms, snuggling together in a warm cuddle pile in your dark room, the light peeking through your thins curtains
sometimes you all like to just sit in your bedroom and do your own thing while some soft music plays in the background, you don't even need to say anything you can just live in the moment with them both
god forbid you ever come home harmed or upset in any way, Streber will find out whatever happened and hunt down whoever hurt you
same with Kevin, he will (try to) beat the shit out of whoever tried to hurt you
if it wasn't anyone's fault or you made a mistake, Streber will comfort you anyway he can and give you a hug n kiss
Kevin isn't good at comfort so depending on what happened he will probably just say "It's alright, it wasn't your fault"
Streber is good at reading people so if you're ever distressed he can quickly tell and ask you what's wrong
if you avoid the question and try to tell him that everything's fine, he won't believe you but he'll leave you alone for a bit
Kevin won't be able to tell as fast as Streber but he'll try to force you to open up before giving up
Streber wants you to know that they're both there for you and they care about you
whatever your going through they'll go through it with you no matter what it is
damn that was a bit angsty... i'll save more of the angsty stuff for another time if someone wants to request it
i think Streber falls asleep pretty quickly, especially during movies
if you and Streber fall asleep during a movie, Kevin will finish the movie and carry you two to bed to snuggle
if only you fall asleep, Streber will probably notice first and point it out to Kevin. he will talk about how cute you look and Kevin will just smile softly while looking at your peaceful face.
maybe i'll make even more, but this was pretty long... enjoy, losers!/affectionate
#streber x reader x kevin#streber x kevin#candybats#sweetfangs#spooky month x reader#streber x reader#kevin sm x reader#spooky month kevin x reader#kevin x reader x streber#kevin x streber x reader#streber x kevin x reader#echo writes
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Hey, hi there!
Would the neighborhood chappies, please, be a good sport and not complain about their favorite blorbo not being the "original character" of choice in said character's tag? Rex's tag really isn't the place to complain about that.
PS. Can we quit using "Feloni's OC" as some kind of pejorative on characters? George Lucas was an active part of the TCW inception and first several seasons. It is so very petty and vindictive and tells quite quickly the sour grapes behind the statement.
Yes, it is quite advantageous to be a main character, that's generally why there is so much media content about said character. It is also advantageous to being in close proximity to the adventures and stories of said main character—Anakin Skywalker and his trusty second-in-command, CAPTAIN REX.
If you read the background from TCW's start, George Lucas didn't want Obi-Wan to be the main character, just one of the main cast. Why? Because Star Wars is a SKYWALKER SAGA, not the Obi-Wan Magnum Opus. This would require that the story focus on Anakin and his battalion. It also meant that Obi-Wan's infamous Clone Commander could not and WOULD not be the Clone to get most of or even half the adventures.
At that time, this may shock you, but they didn't believe that they could write the character of Cody to be likable because every one already knew what Cody was going to end up doing in ROTS. Opinions now may be different, but this is part of the behind the scenes information.
Additionally, when TCW was created the chips were not a thing. It was very much that the Clones knew, in some form, about Order 66 and the plot. George Lucas and the creators of TCW did not want to further push for a character like Cody whose fate as a complicit part of the Jedi's slaughter to be a central focus. Rex, on the other hand, being a fresh and new character was a blank slate. They could really deepen his context and gave themselves the narrative room to do so.
The chips were introduced to simplify the motives behind the Clones after the creators realized how successful they were at endearing the Clones to the audience and humanizing them in the process.
After ROTS, Cody's fate was sealed for a long time. There was no intention of "redeeming" him or making him a man of regret as he was retconned later. Which, btw, I prefer Cody's redemption and self-doubt because it shows character growth and depth that was unavailable to him in the start.
George Lucas was the one who PUSHED for Rex's creation. Not Alpha-17 and he didn't want Cody to be the central Clone. He wanted a NEW clone character.
Rex is first and foremost a GL character. It was Lucas who said, "Make a new Clone."
Before anyone comes at me, btw: I DO LOVE CODY. He's my second favorite Clone and he's a little bug I love to poke and prod at. I sympathize. I want more Cody content now that his story has been retconned about him still fundamentally being a GOOD MAN.
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THE HOLLOW KNIGHT'S HALLUCINATIONS - A short story I wrote bc I was bored :P
Wasn't able to go to sleep the other day so I wrote this to pass the time. I really liked it so I spent more time cleaning it up.
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The Pale King stands on a balcony, staring out into the vast distance. The view is beautiful, it's almost hard to believe it's real. The white sky compliments a beautiful garden that consists of dark green grasses and beautiful flowers, the many distinct colors can keep someone's eyes wandering for hours. Silver bushes covered in thorns adorn fences that clearly need to be touched up. The sound of construction hums in the background, he smiles to himself when he feels something- no- someone, slightly readjusting themself at his side. He looks down, despite knowing that it was just the Pure Vessel by his side. He has always wanted a child- a child of his own, between him and White Lady, and this was it… Only, this one had a purpose, and despite how much he wanted to care for them as if they were his own, he couldn’t.
Minutes pass, The Pale King has sat down, losing himself to thoughts in head, he gently taps his foot against the ground as he thinks. The Pure Vessel sees him sitting down, and sits down as well, staring off into the distance at nothing. They just followed their father’s orders. A gentle tap on his shoulder pulls the King out of his thoughts. He looks behind himself, seeing what tapped him. A small bug, two wings lifting it off the ground, a hammer in one hand, and a journal in the other.
“Your Greatness, the buzzsaws have arrived. They expect you to sign this.”
He hands the journal over. The Wyrm silently puts his signature down, and hands it back to the bug.
“Thank you, Great Wyrm. Construction on the path should begin soon, I will update you as I get information.” Without saying bye, the bug flies away. Once the Wyrm had been left alone, he realized that he had spent a longer time on the balcony than intended. He stands up and turns toward the Vessel, absentmindedly offering them his hand to get up, as he would do to Hornet.
The Pure Vessel feels a bit of warmth spread through their body. Was this happiness? Compassion? It didn’t matter, because the feeling disappears almost instantaneously. Even if it didn’t go, they didn’t have a mind to reflect on it anyway. They reach out for their father’s hand, except that isn’t what The Hollow Knight finds. They grasp at nothing.
The scene fades…
Peace and tranquility are replaced with pain and desperation, a sharp nail digging into their back, a nail that wasn’t their own. What had happened? Looking around from the ground, they see that they are no longer chained up. Unfortunately, there isn’t much more time to linger on what happened, the nail from before finds itself back in The Hollow Knight’s body. Against their will, their one arm lifts them up off the ground until they are standing up straight. They throw their head back, a loud, unyielding screech emanates from their body. They begin carrying themself towards the Ghost that attacked them. They try to resist it, but it’s hard to after so long of being worn down psychologically, mentally, and physically.
It’s a battle of mind, the mind The Hollow Knight wasn’t supposed to have. They are hardly able to focus on the fight against Ghost as they struggle against the Radiance. Tears of amber streak down their face and onto the floor, creating quiet thunks that can’t be heard over the overwhelmingly loud fight. Nails clash, infection bubbles pop and spread, spells are cast, and the Radiance can be heard through the vessel’s body. Ghost relents, taking a break to heal. The Hollow Knight brings their nail up, slowly walking towards the Ghost, preparing to strike.
For a moment, their will overpowers Hers, and they bring their nail down on themself instead. It makes disgusting squelching and popping sounds as it goes through the heart of the infection on their body. They pull the nail out, and stab again. And again. And. Again. It’s all in rapid succession, the desperation can be felt in the very air around them. Every stab feels just as painful as the last, a sharp, stinging pain that refuses to go away, lingering, spreading all throughout their body. Eventually, they slump down as their eyes close, exhausted from the effort.
When they open their eyes, they see something strange, their father's hand outstretched for them to grab. Had he come back for them? To save them, and bring them back home? They slowly take their hand off the blade and reach out for The Pale King’s hand. When they attempt to grasp his hand though, nothing happens, it just phases through. Tears well up in their eyes as they wave their hand through their father’s incorporeal form. “Please” They think, though, the more they swat, the farther he gets from them, and it may just be their head, but it looks like he gives them a disapproving look. As he gets further away, the full picture begins to unfold…
The Pure Vessel looks up at their father, reaching their tiny nub of a hand up to him, and placing it in the King’s. The Hollow Knight couldn’t believe it -nor did they want to. Who was that?? Was that them? It couldn’t be!
The two begin to walk off, agonizingly slow, forcing the tortured knight to watch each. Individual. Step. They reach out again, trying to get their father’s attention, wanting to scream, but only being met with the Radiance’s screeches. They begin to go silent once they see the two phase through the door. They weren’t even real. Any will to fight that they had, got destroyed in that instant. They just slump down further, grabbing the nail implanted in their torso, and pulling it out, their orange eyes growing brighter…
#hollowknight#hk the hollow knight#hk hornet#hollow knight#the hollow knight#pure vessel#little ghost#hk ghost
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Through the looking glass // reverse isekai!Scaramouche x fem!reader NSFW
I had this thought and @himariyua (my stunningly amazing bestie) helped me out with it, giving life to this and I'm so proud of it! I hope you like it!
You’ve done this routine more times than you’d care to admit, checking that your door is locked just in case someone knocks or tries to come in and shutting the curtains so no one outside would see the slutty actions about to unfold. The towel laid out on your bed to make sure you didn’t get anything on your bed and phone plugged in next to it, Genshin Impact open on your PC on your desk after you've finished a commission in Sumeru and the traveler going through its idle animations.
There had been this one fic that had gotten you so worked up and since you had time to spare you figured why not unwind by pleasuring yourself, some specific scenes from said story popping up into your mind and already causing your thighs to rub against each other. Shedding your clothes and getting on your bed, you turned on your vibrator and slid it across your labia.
Body tensing up at the sudden vibrations and pleasure shooting through you, prying open your eyes to read the brief bit of text you were on and letting your imagination run wild. Rhymically moving your bright purple vibrator in and out of your cunt, moans and shaky breaths filling your own ears.
You imagined Scaramouche, one of the feared antagonists of Teyvat, using his mouth to bring you to an orgasm and degrading you all while leaving crescent marks on your inner thighs. "And do you want me to stop after just one? Or am I allowed to go until you can't give me any more? Because I will tongue fuck you until I get every last drop, (Y/N).” Demanding climax after climax for his pleasure, violet hair framing his flushed face and doll-like body ruthlessly holding your hips down so you couldn’t grind against his face.
But all the while you kept fucking yourself, the backgrounds of the game you had open began to shift abnormally and a certain large hat harbinger came into view. Scaramouche had just fled Inazuma and the Fatui after taking the Gnosis for his own gain, since Sumeru was the closest nation that would let him hide in the jungles and deserts freely; it was his only option.
Upon coming into view with the traveler he immediately got into a defensive position and flipped on an emotionless expression, carefully coming closer when he noticed the distant look in their eyes and blank stare in a random direction. Briefly glancing at the scattered belongings and small fire crackling at their feet to realize something was off, he’d heard a voice during his past encounters with the traveler that wasn’t their voice and knew the truth of this world ever since the meteor incident.
The voice was more careless and unrestrained, something he wasn’t used to when he was in the presence of others that knew he was a harbinger. Something caught his eyes, there seemed to be a picture in the group of stars above your hand being played with and with closer speculation saw a women scantily clad on a bed pleasuring themselves while reading something on a rectangular glowing thing.
“Hm.” He scanned his surroundings before solely focusing on the image in front of him, your moans and machine buzzing in your pussy making his growing erection strain in his pants. As a powerful figure, he often was presented with people more than willing to sleep with him or give him pleasure but it never interested him until recently when he met the traveler.
Tasked with killing them, his thoughts proved himself otherwise and encouraged him to make risky moves that would endanger his position, intrusive thoughts giving him scenes with him above the traveler completely nude and ragged breaths being exchanged. Each time they met up or he spotted them, the fantasies only bugged him more and the confrontation the pair had at the delusion factory gave him a perfect secluded place to act on them.
No doubt you were attractive and making his hands wander south, itching to relieve himself and then forcefully be on his way so he could bury this encounter forever. That is until a name slipped out of your mouth and made him freeze.
“Scara- hgn~ Scaramouche please.” The balladeer rapidly scolded himself for the brief joy he had thinking that it was him you were masturbating about and telling himself it had to be a coincidence or some other explanation. But your voice was the voice he had been hearing for the last couple of months whenever he was around the famous traveler and slowly grew fond of it, it was undeniable.
Scaramouche decided to move the traveler to a more private place, picking up their belongings and putting out the fire before sweeping them up in his arms. Shockingly still able to see the projection while he searched for a more quiet place and trying to ignore his dick leaking precum at the desire to be the one fucking you rather than some pathetic machine.
Curiously he watched you climax while relieving himself, panting heavily with his hand wrapped tightly around his shaft and one of his thumbs rolling over the slit, the red hard tip shooting out white hot ropes of cum onto the ground while his head was turned and focused on your voice babbling on like a child. Making a fire in the cave he and his target were now situated in, occasionally tuning in to recognize a few phrases your voice said before panicking about being late for work and rushing out the door.
His pale fingers reached into the starry picture experimentally, suddenly feeling his stomach turn upside down and the world drastically change. Standing up and defensively gathered his surroundings, recognizing the bed you had been on before you ran off and familiar pictures decorating your walls.
He guessed that you were going to be at work for a few hours, so that gave him time to formulate a plan to confront you about what he’d seen and snoop around about how you knew his name or even who he was. Something caught his eye, a plush chibi version of him next to your glowing box that held a picture of where he was before with the traveler and artwork of him smugly posing. Well…maybe he could explore this place a bit longer before he planned.
While at work you toiled away and got yelled at for daydreaming about countless scenarios, many of which involved scaramouche, before sighing and begrudgingly getting back to work. Finally, it hit 5:30 and you were free to go home, jumping into your car and blasting one of your playlists on shuffle all down the roads.
You pulled up high on adrenaline and excitement for what you were going to cook for dinner, dropping your keys and coat on a hook on the way to your room. The floor creaked inside your room, hinting that someone or something was inside. Steeling yourself, you swung open your door holding a vase to find a man who looked extremely attractive wearing a convincing Scaramouche cosplay and examining your vibrator with intense curiosity.
“Who are you?! How’d you get in my house?! Put your hands up??” He finally met your gaze calmly and laughed, not putting down your vibrator but slowly taking a step towards you and smugly grinning at you with a mocking hurt tone. “I feel hurt. Seeing myself all around your bedroom I would think you knew who I was and I believe it is me who should ask that question given a pretty stranger pleasured herself to me.”
He chuckled at the sudden embarrassed expression you wore and gestured to the computer, putting down the glass vase when you saw your spot in Genshin Impact was not only moved but changed posture significantly (in a way that could only be seen in a cutscene). “So let me get this straight,” Closing your eyes and rubbing your temples. “You’re the Balladeer…Scaramouche or er- Kunikuzushi-”
“How do you know that?!” The air around you electrified almost literally as you saw the hairs on your arm rise and strands of hair start to lift, quickly putting your hands up defensively and gesturing like he did to the game. “You’re a fictional character, at least in my world that is. I know a bit about your past with the Raiden Shogun and you being her puppet, but that’s pretty much it.”
Still scowling he nodded and lifted his hand to the back of his neck, seemingly feeling a mark or scar back there before casting his gaze back to the many items that held his likeness. There was a silent agreement that more explanations would take place later but the balladeer spoke amused. “I never would have imagined I’d have a fan, seems you know quite a bit about me but I still don’t know you.” Tilting his head, silently asking for your name to which you told him and seemed to be thinking about something.
Your mind went back to what he said and started reeling, “Wait! How did you know I- well- masturbated to you.” Murmuring the last part quietly, still very embarrassed and picking apart every thing you did while you played with yourself. Scaramouche explained that he didn’t quite know himself but just happened to come upon the traveler looking strangely and seeing your picture in what you knew was their idle animation.
“And then you know the rest of the story. It’s quite pathetic that you have to rely on whatever this useless machine is to get yourself off. I mean, you could just find someone to fuck.” Spitting the last words out like they burnt his tongue and eyed your purple vibrator, all too curious to see if you would take the bait he set out.
You had just gotten off from work and frankly too tired to deal with his sass but bit back anyway, unashamedly admiring his appearance and the way the crimson eyeshadow framed his lavender irises. “That “useless machine” is called a vibrator and it can get me off better than anyone else can.”
Within seconds he was in front of you, grabbing your chin and smirking. “Care to prove me wrong then?” You closed the distance and kissed him harshly, your hands worming their way through his violet hair and grabbing the small of his waist. Scara laughed against your lips but kissed back and bit your bottom lip, egging you on even further. Hearing what could only be the vibrator be thrown across the room carelessly.
Eyes closed, you felt the edge of your bed hit the back of your knees and broke apart to sit down, stripping off your top and pants quickly. “Hm, I see someone is eager.” Licking his lips while he eyed your assets, faintly hidden by your bra and panties. “Like you aren’t excited as well.” Your hand cupped his clothed erection and he hissed, rolling his hips against your palm and tensed at the slight friction he was getting.
“I would say you should solve the problem you caused but I have an argument I need to win.” His hands went to your back and fiddled with the clasp, cursing under his breath and rolling his eyes when you helped unclip your bra. Scaramouche pushed back onto the covers whilst he wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, tongue flicking and sucking the perky soft bud.
Another hand reached down and pulled your underwear off, throwing it somewhere with the foot and spreading your legs. Welcoming his wandering hand and nipping at your tit when he felt arousal already soaking your lower lips. “Such a slut already and I don’t even have to try.” His thumb circled your clit and fingers prodded your hole, gently gliding one of his fingers in and curling it to receive a breathy moan. Continuing his action and switching the attention he was giving your breasts, oh so eager to hear the noises he was making.
Scaramouche slipped another finger inside and stretched you out, pressing his thumb against your tight bundle of nerves. You were in heaven, having your fictional crush pleasure you seemed like a dream come true and even if it was a dream you didn’t wanna wake up. “Scara~ More please. More-” You knew he’d tease you for begging but he was keeping you on the edge, withholding so much pleasure you knew he could give you.
“Aw look at you begging already. I could watch that all day,” Slowly pumping his fingers in and out as you whimpered for more friction, soft pleas falling from your lips red from biting and hips wiggling for some kind of release. “I don’t know, I don’t want to break you with my cock. Then I wouldn’t be able to play with you anymore.”
“You won’t, please~ Mhmm fuck me. I don’t care.” Gasping and hand going to grasp his wrist as he removed his fingers. Scaramouche eyed you and clicked his tongue in disappointment, running his hands up your stomach to circling your breasts and finally bringing them to your mouth. Without hesitation you suck them and clean off your slick with your tongue, eyes locked with his swirling with lust and want.
“I guess you’ve been a good girl, so I’ll reward you.” Pulling off his top and shorts, he tantalizingly pulled his underwear down to reveal his girthy dick leaking pre-cum. You looked to him before wrapping your hand around his shaft and kitten licking his wet slit, earning a groan from the man above you and feeling a small hand on the back of your head.
Scaramouche hummed and forced a laugh out, his eyes clenched and held a daydream-like look. “Huh, looks like I don’t even need to tell you what to do since you’re so eager. Go on then, make me cum, slut.” At his command, you went to work and flicked your tongue over the veins that stuck out, breathing in through your nose so as to not gag and bobbing your head as far as you could reach.
Your dreams seemed much more like reality when you took a second to really consider that you had your lips around the balladeer’s cock and you weren’t asleep or daydreaming. “Ah- That’s it- nghn” Another hand reached up to cup his balls, massaging the pair cupped in your palm gently, and felt it twitch when he hit the back of your throat.
There was barely time to get a warning out before the violet haired man’s hip stuttered and his thrust made you deepthroat him, warm salty cum dripping back down your throat that left a bitter aftertaste on your tongue. “Such a pretty sight.” You were on your knees with your mouth still slightly open and chest panting, a sheen of sweat covering parts of your body and hickeys littering your beautiful used body.
Maybe it was time to prove you wrong and he’d have a field day doing it, memorizing every reaction, every noise you made, he’d mold it in his mind even if the universe dragged him back to that dreadful Teyvat. “You’re such a good girl but I still need to prove my point so legs spread. Now.”
A second passed as you registered what he said and the puppet raised an eyebrow, silently asking if he needed to repeat himself. You hurriedly nodded and laid back down, shamelessly spread your legs and revealed your now dripping pussy to him. “Please Scara! You’ve teased me enough.”
Body screaming at you for release and to just take what you need from the man in front of you, it would be so easy to just use the vibrator somewhere in your room but it wouldn’t be the same not when you had the real thing in front of you. “Fuck me.” Soft lips slammed onto yours and his small but toned body pressed against your stomach, one of his hands returning to your breast and the other supporting his weight above you.
The kiss was hungry and desperate but there was something soft and gentle behind it like he finally felt genuine passion for something…someone. You kissed him back, arms bringing him closer against you and rolling your hips towards his hardening cock. “Alright.” Carefully, Scaramouche moved so his dick was prodding your entrance and teasingly rolled his hips against your stimulated clit causing you to bit his neck you were currently decorating with bruises.
In one swift motion he was balls deep in your cunt and left you both breathless, your warm spongy walls squeezing and pulsating around him. You’d never felt so full and stuffed, controlling your breathing while the burning stretch cooled down and allowing a moment he gave you to adjust. “I’m okay.” It started out gentle slow thrusts and gauging your reactions when he hit different spots, lewd noises and moans that you didn’t know you could make echoing throughout the room.
Your eyes peaked open and drank in Kuni’s flushed lustful expression, meeting his rhythm and matching his pace. Lavender irises being engulfed by his pupils in reaction to your body and the effects it had on him, evoking human feelings and desires he never thought were programmed in him. “Fuck- What- nghn-”
“What are you doing to me?” Stuttering out a response and uncontrollably snapping his hips in search of a release. You were both close and aware of the other’s increasing orgasm, your pussy fluttered and constricted around his dick. “Mhm- I’m- nghn close.” “Me too-” His hips slapped against your inner thighs and hand trailed down to your soft tits that were already too overly sensitive but sent you over the edge.
Loud moans bouncing off the walls that would definitely get you complaints from your neighbors but who cared when you were getting plowed by at an inhuman fierce pace by a handsome beautiful man. Scaramouche kept hitting your g spot and playing your body like a violin till you tensed up as fire felt like it shot through your veins.
Your orgasm crashed down on you and you pressed Kuni’s head closer to your chest, barely able to control your shaking thighs that were being held in an iron grip by him and feeling him chuckle while rolling your bud in his teeth. Groaning when he felt himself climax and hips sputter short as he orgasmed, cock twitching as white cum came out in ropes and sighing in relief before pulling out to see a mix of your mixed slick dripping out of you.
You pulled him on top of you and hugged his torso, still out of breath but still alive enough for some cuddle time. “Fine. You win. Guess I won’t be needing my vibrator now that you’re here for the time being.” Voice trailing off and snuggling deeper into his neck, indicating that you wanted to know if he would return if he knew how some day. “Well, this world seems interesting and I’m eager to know if my elemental powers work here, not to mention I get to have more fun for you.”
#scaramouche genshin#scaramouche#scaramouche smut#scaramouche x reader#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#kunikuzushi#kunikuzushi x reader#fem reader#fem!reader
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So I finished the Netflix live action AtLA last night... it wasn't terrible. The original is still better, of course. Cue string of disorganized thoughts on it...
Is it just me, or does the actor playing Sokka in live action look more like the Ember Island Players version of Sokka than the actual Sokka? Did anyone else get that impression?
One of the first things I noticed was when we got a herd of CGI flying bison, they were blurred into the background and/or obstructed by light beams, so I immediately wondered if they were going to be trying to cover up bad CGI throughout the series. Buuuuut when we see Appa up close as Aang is talking to him, he actually looks decent. CGI Momo on the other hand... he looks very similar to how he did in the cartoon, and that's the problem with him. He looks out of place in the live action series.
The bending effects actually look pretty good. This, coupled with actors that have actually trained in martial arts, makes for decent fight scenes... though I'm probably not the best judge of that.
Not as many fun moments as the original... I guess they were going for a more serious tone, but it did still manage to make me laugh at times. I was glad that they kept in Cabbage Man, and the minstrels that sing the secret tunnel song.
I didn't like how they changed Bumi... Rather than messing with Aang for fun while delivering his message, he just... forces him into a duel to the death to try to teach him about making impossible decisions. Granted, it ends well, but still... eh, just didn't like how that was done, and the points that were made (war requiring impossible choices and Aang knowing that he can rely on his friends) were points that were made at other points in the series, so it just didn't feel necessary to change that part.
Another thing that kind of bugged me was that although Katara still wears her iconic necklace, its significance is not at all mentioned, which is disappointing. So Pakkun changing his mind about women water bending doesn't come from the realization that Katara's Gran Gran was the woman he loved, who left the northern water tribe. Noooo, instead, they have this series go out of its way to say "look how amazingly feminist we are!" Like... the anti-sexism message was clear in the original, and it came across more naturally. This version feels like they're trying too hard to drive home the point.
There were some changes that I actually liked though. Zuko's outburst during the war meeting where he protests the plan to sacrifice the 41st division is there with different dialogue but the same point. But having Ozai then send them with Zuko in his exile saying he can have the 41st division if he's so concerned about them was a nice touch. As Iroh notes, they are alive because of Zuko's sacrifice.
Sooo... as far as live action remakes go, it's ok. On a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 being Dragon Ball Evolution, and 10 being the Netflix live action One Piece, I would give this maybe a 6 or 7. The original is better, but this version still has the same core story so far, and it doesn't suck.
As a side note, I know that one of the reasons for live action remakes is to reach the segment of the audience who simply won't watch something if it's animated. And just... can we please kill the ridiculous stigma that says "cartoons are for kids"??? Animation is simply the best medium for some stories, and it is absolute ludicrous that the medium of a story's portrayal would be what determines what demographic should be watching it. Japan seems to get this; if only the west did, too.
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My thoughts on Starfield:
First of all, I do really enjoy the game for all of its flaws. Just want to get that out of the way first.
It is, from toe to tip, a Bethesda game. For better or worse. It definitely has a very Fallout-esque flavor. As a big fan of Obsidian's The Outer Worlds, I can't help but compare the two and they are similar in a lot of ways. We are definitely having cowboy times in space doodoo do doo. That's not a bad thing though. I think it's easy to see influences from all sorts of sci-fi sources throughout the game. We've got space miners on asteroids, rag-tag space pirates, slick corpos, uptight military leaders, and the aforementioned independent minded space cowboys. Pick a trope from a popular title and it's in there. We've even got space drugs made from fish!
Technical downsides? Menu upon menus within loadscreens within menus. It's fairly quick, but it just takes you out of the action. So you wanna fly to another planet? Sit in the pilot's seat. Tiny unskippable scene of you sitting down. Menu to take off pops up. Cinematic cut scene of you taking off plays. Now you're in orbit. You might have a random encounter in orbit, peaceful or hostile. (Some really fun ones.) Open your main menu. Go to the star map. Find the star system you want to travel to and select it. Click Jump. Cutscene of your ship doing a FTL jump to that system. Load screen. Now you're in orbit in the new system. Open that menu back up to scan the planet and find a landing site. Etc etc.
ORRRRR you can pick a planet you've already been to, or from your quest log, and just fast travel there from the main menu and never fly in space at all. ??? Aside from kinda defeating the point, you have skill points to level up how much cargo your ship can carry that requires you to make FTL jumps. And BY GOD will you need cargo space.
The game does not explain things well. I guess Todd was tired of hearing about how Skyrim was too "hand holdy" because this game doesn't tell you shit. Once I played for a while I figured things out or I just looked them up online. I also watched a couple of Gameranx videos before I started playing. (I 💜Jake Baldino and Falcon.) That helped tremendously.
Speaking of not telling you things... there are NO city maps. The cities are huge with lots of buildings and shops you can explore and people you can interact with. Good luck memorizing them, bitch. (You'll get used to them eventually, honestly. But I'd kill for a map.) Planets have a surface map but it will only show you a very condensed local area with specific landmarks highlighted on a blank blue background.
There's a lot of really funny stuff in the game that has made me LOL and I want to shout out the writers. Just kooky jokes and silly encounters. Had a pilot hail me to make a Uranus joke. Dead. Had another ship invite on board to party. Very fun.
I personally have not encountered any major bugs to speak of. I thought I did on my first mission but I was in the wrong place bc the game didn't tell me where to go bc fuck maps. I did lose some weapons bc of bugged weapon racks on a ship I got but they weren't anything special. I haven't seen any floating mammoths or anything.
The leveling system is not my favorite. There are a ton of things to potentially put points into from pistol damage to carry weight to how well your ship steers. When you put a point into a trait it unlocks a "challenge". For example, I put a point in security, so until I unlock 5 locks I don't get the bonus from that point. Then once you complete the challenge, the bonus is activated and the next level of that perk is available to unlock. The problem is for some of the combat perks, you're going to be making pistol kills (or whatever) that aren't counting towards your perk bc you don't have a point to unlock the next level. Or maybe you forgot to go into that menu 30 minutes ago, or didn't realize that perk was done. Bethesda said they were trying to keep players from getting too OP and having too many perk points but damn. It sucks bc base building is also limited by perks.
Base building! Ok so this is a mash-up of Fallout 4 and No Man's Sky sort of... kind of. Apparently your main objective is to place bases on planets to harvest valuable resources like Helium-3. Considering that I already have more companions than I do places to put them, I was looking for a place to assign these folks so they'd stop pestering me on my dang ship. You can build bases right from the get go, but certain things are blocked off until you have a couple of perks unlocked. I always need more perk points. Ugh.
There are 4 companions you can romance. I immediately started flirting with the cowboy single dad. He looked boring before the game came out, but I'm 100% a sucker. He has a southern accent and a raspy voice and calls his daughter "gumdrop". He's like a 15% himbo. One of his voice lines after I looted a corpse was, "To the victor go the spoils... Did I say that right?" Shut your mouth and kiss me. AND! His baby mama is NOT dead. I won't spoil it, but it is refreshing as fuck!!
Yes, I did unlock the Adoring Fan from Oblivion and add him to my crew. How could I not?? He's everything you could possibly imagine and more. 11/10
Heller 💜
I'm a ways into the main story but these are my take aways without any real spoilers. It's fun. It really is. I'm a loot gremlin and Beth outdid themselves with the lootables on this one. So yeah. I like it. It's pretty much what I expected.
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bido thought of the morning: i feel like in characterizing bido (on the rare occasion that they deign to do so at all) ive seen people often falling really hard into either "poor sweet anxious crybaby" or (somewhat less often) "mischievous prankster gremlin". and it gets me so bad (negative) to see either of them because i just KNOW that the first comes from brotherhood removing his entire intro and leaving his death as the most memorable part of his character, and the second from 03 making him into a cackling comic relief background guy in 90% of the limited scenes hes in
and sure i can see how someone would come away from either of those ignoring the elements that dont fit into their general takeaway of his character. even though in brotherhood hes still introduced competently gathering information and trying to use als hostage status to get his secret out of ed, and every appearance after that is under the very specific circumstances "all his loved ones died in front of him like 3 months ago." and then in 03 he only acts smug and cackly towards the elrics, which i think is shaky grounds to assume is his personality towards everyone because a) his job at the time was to bug them until they gave up the info greed wanted, and then b) ed kicked him in the face. with the metal leg #justicefor03bido
but. But. both of these flanderizations of him ignore maybe the single most defining trait of his personality in the manga. which is how mad he gets when something is unfair:
(last one from The Detested Scanlation because from what i can tell its more accurate to the original line than the official. equivalent.... e..exchange....... (its not .))
like it happens repeatedly and i never see anyone portraying this sense of righteousness. he sticks up for himself and his friends!! hes not a coward or a pushover he just happens to constantly be put in the actual worst possible situations on earth, and he doesnt just cry about it, he gets MAD. i really like the scene in brotherhood they added where they show his face as he decides to follow the soldiers to central because i feel like it really captures his anger and grief, just like i like the scene in 03 where he expresses worry for greed (though that was also taken loosely from the manga). whoever decided to add those was looking at him like a character instead of a 1 dimensional plot device
anyway. my kingdom for a fully realized bido portrayal. where he can be catty and smug, And righteously angry, And caring and fretful, And prone to crying, And bravest when someone he loves needs him, And jumpy and easily startled, And fucking good at his job, And gay. as well.
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Bakugou honestly makes it really hard to want to write fanfics for BNHA. I mean, if I’m writing fanfics for my favorite ships or just a selection of characters, that’s one thing. Just leave him out of the story altogether, easy peasy. But if I want to do a whole class experience, that’s where it is difficult. Because if I try to include him, my mind always gravitates to write him in how he is in canon.
And he is the living definition of antisocial.
The shopping trip, he called it lame. The dorm room competition, he went to bed, didn’t even join the rest of the boys downstairs when he was done packing. He only joined the swimming pool day because Kirishima, through great effort, coaxed him to joining. He didn’t lift a finger to help the local residents when they were assigned to the island in the second movie. Feel free to correct me, but I believe he avoided attending Iida’s birthday in one of the light novels. On numerous occasions we see him trying to get away or want nothing to do with being with the class in the FREAKIN Christmas episode.
Trying to write a scene to include Bakugou in is exhausting or annoying because I can only seen him saying something insulting or degrading about how the whole event happening is lame or a waste of time or along those lines, he gets in a fight with another character, or some form of confrontation to where the story has to stop to acknowledge he isn’t having a good time, and it’s jarring. I LITERALLY cannot see Bakugou enjoying people’s company.
Characters that you can label as introverts or asocial (and there is a DISTINCT difference between asocial and antisocial), such as Amajiki, Todoroki, Tokoyami or Shoji, I have an easier time placing them in mundane settings or doing something as simple as strolling through a park a sunny day, because we got to see their human side. Bakugou just screams and yells and hates people. He isn’t fun or a challenge to write, he’s a chore that I have to cater to.
So why did I write this? Because I’d like to hear your advice on how to approach this problem. I know if I try to incorporate Bakugou with how I feel the characters would actually act, I’ll get complaints from the stans saying they didn’t like their uwu boy was ganged up on or singled out or he was out of character. And if I remove him altogether, people will be bugging me asking what happened to him. I feel like it’s a lose lose situation.
Do you have suggestions?
So fun fact: the reason I took a hiatus from writing MHA Fanfiction for a bit was because I faced the same problem. I really didn’t like Katsuki and really didn’t want to write him. In some of my stories, Izuku doesn’t take Katsuki’s BS because of things in his life that don’t have him act like he does in canon. I have two fanfics with an immortal Izuku who can’t die (each time he does, he pops back to life) and that’s clearly going to affect how he sees someone who has such a disregard for life. Another fic has him becoming Iron Man, merging the two characters, so Izuku calls out Katsuki. Essentially, some stans got upset, including a 24 year old who decided to insult an at the time 16 year old. As my hatred for Katsuki grew, I started wondering how I even wanted to write him. I knew I didn’t wanna write anything that was torture porn like how other fanfics do but I also didn’t want to write him whatsoever. Even putting him in the background means I’d have to deal with him.
Eventually tho, I realized you can’t please everyone. I decided that I was going to expel Katsuki from U.A after people find out what he did and not bother with his character (except in fics where Katsuki’s behavior actually influences the plot). If people don’t like it, they can simply not read it. There’s no reason I should force myself to write him if he’s not going to be important to the story. Some people will say “well if you hate Katsuki then why don’t you write him interesting in your fic” and to that I say that I have far more interesting things to do than write Katsuki. I have characters that need to be explored, themes to be tackled, and a story to tell. Typically, Katsuki’s character does nothing for the stories I’m trying to tell except for serving as a hurdle for Izuku, so once Izuku jumps over said hurdle, his job is done and I remove him from the story. I don’t make too big of a deal about it, I simply expel him and leave his fate to the audience’s imagination.
Now if you don’t wanna expel him, you can honestly throw him in the background and focus on the other characters. Just have him ditch the scene while everyone else is having fun or whatever.
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thoughts on the dead city finale:
sucks that ginny finally tried to talk and didn’t get to
everything i didn’t want to happen, happened lol. it’s revealed that ginny’s dad was one of the five men negan killed, and negan told her this to push her away and get her to go with armstrong, and now their relationship is likely strained if not ruined. she didn’t even want to wear his shirt anymore :( but you can also tell it hurt him to tell her and that he actually cares about her more than he says (confirmed bts later.) it also bugs me bc in ginny’s eyes this most likely confirmed maggie’s “he’s a monster” from last episode
and then i was unfortunately right, in that the dama wanted negan to... lead? help her lead? honestly it’s bizarre that she decided she needed him THAT badly and making him THAT important solely based on the croat’s fanboying, without ever meeting him. and now negan’s being forced into a position where he’ll likely have to be “old negan” again.
“like mommy and daddy coming together”
i’m glad the croat’s still around i kinda like him lmao
BUT. it’s complete bs that the answer to “how did the croat know about negan and maggie’s history” is “he randomly ran into Jerome The Random Savior (i checked and this is not someone who was seen previously in the saviors, not even as a background character) over ten years later, and jerome told him about the story of The Widow, because for some reason, out of everything negan did, maggie’s story is the only story anyone from the savior era ever talks about.” still doesn’t explain how the croat knew what maggie looked like or managed to find her new community, or how he knows negan worked with her in season 11, since jerome was long gone by then. I really hate “characters absent during important events know intimate details about those events because random character the audience never met told them about it off-screen bc the plot needs it” stuff
negan indirectly/accidentally killing luther ended up having no consequences and was never found out since everyone in luther’s group died. all it did was distract maggie from telling negan about ginny’s dino... which she ended up never telling him about. he realized she wasn’t being truthful about things but the fact that she hid the dino never comes up.
negan got stabbed in the chest/shoulder?? and he just pulled the knife out and there was no blood or tear in his jacket? dude was just entirely unaffected lol
negan also confirmed that he would’ve helped maggie anyway if she’d been honest with him from the get-go
look okay i’ll say it the negan/maggie fight scene was hot idc
armstrong lied and told the marshals he killed negan, which is nice, but will probably backfire on him later
hershel not seeming excited, relieved, grateful, or anything about maggie rescuing him. how long was he with the dama? seeing that he drew a picture of her and mentioned almost feeling safer there than at home, it almost seems like he liked being there or formed some kind of bond with her, despite her chopping one of his toes off.
their relationship makes me sad. i honestly also, sincerely find it a bit weird that they’re writing maggie as being “obsessed” with negan still? like i understand the idea of her having a hard time with looking at hershel and just being reminded of glenn, and that affecting her relationship with hershel and him being bothered by that. but hershel specifically says it feels like she only sees negan when she looks at him, not his dad. and that his whole life she’s just been looking over his shoulder waiting for negan. this feels weird to me, and is different from her being reminded of glenn and thus also what negan did, if that makes sense. she’s spent years and years away from negan, and that on top of how their relationship was at the end of season 11, this obsession being described doesn’t really make sense? you’re saying that throughout those years of finding and building communities, in private she’s still obsessing over him that noticeably? that it’s so bad that hershel thinks 5+ years later that she still cares more about “revenge” and says he felt safer in nyc with the dama? it doesn’t totally seem to line up with what we’re seeing. idk maggie deserves a better storyline than constantly revolving around negan and glenn. and vice versa for that matter. i don’t want hershel to turn out like he did in the comics.
i like that hershel seems to have creative hobbies. he’s great at drawing and i believe we saw him playing the guitar?
i don’t know how i feel about the River People, and the confirmation that there were more groups Negan once ruled over. with the whole “people are a resource” thing and negan being vehemently against simon wiping out entire communities, and all out war presumably being the first time negan got desperate enough to resort to killing everyone, what happened to the River group since they’re clearly not in the picture anymore by the time Rick’s group shows up? if they were truly unable to provide, thus negan killing someone when they fail to deliver, i don’t see negan just continuing to kill someone every week until there was no one left. so like what happened there. this is also another issue with them adding new things to negan’s pre-rick days. they do realize negan was only a leader for likely not even a year and a half? there was not that much time after lucille’s death for negan to find the sanctuary, take over, and go through a whole bunch of communities. I also don’t know whether or not i like negan offering to let the croat use lucille and be the person to “kill one” in order to get the group to submit. especially since it was said that croat was brand new to the group and didn’t even know how things worked yet?? though it’s hilarious he missed the first time. you’re embarrassing dad, dude.
quietly adding “negan is a gin man, not a brandy man” to my box of random info canon has given me, as someone who has never had a sip of alcohol in my life and therefore can do nothing with this information
“i have a funky cramp in my leg, buggin’ the shit out of me” old man (lovingly.) cramp in his leg bothering him but his shoulder that was stabbed is a-ok lol
for dama handing negan the key my notes literally just say “fckn toe in a box” lmao
they need to give us the croat’s and the dama’s real names in season 2 bc i cannot go the rest of my twd days calling them The Croat and The Dama every time they’re mentioned and i refuse to believe negan actually called him “the croat” the entire time he was at the sanctuary
if this doesn’t end in negan offing the dama and getting a second chance to lead and doing it The Right Way this time then i don’t want it
if there was more, i forgot it, and it’s nearly 4:30am so i am o u t bc I have work tomorrow
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ooh, what’s The Charlatan’s Song?
So this is less exciting than most of my WIPs I think! (Although the title is a banger hahaha) It's a Wyll/Tav story.
So my Tav (Pimpernel) is based on a half-baked idea I've had for a D&D character I've never gotten to play. In the game I made her a halfling with the charlatan background, and she's a bard that claims to be a heroic figure from a minor noble house that was disowned after a torid love affair with a woman from a much more well-established house that was about to enter an arranged marriage. She dueled her love's fiancé and won (earning a scar on her cheek in the process) but was disowned because of the negative attention it brought her own house, and she now travels throughout the land saving people from their issues and then earning money through telling her tale in taverns.
It's all a lie, as the charlatan background indicates. Her family are farmers or ranchers and are quite poor. The scar on her cheek is from a simple work accident (one idea I had was it's an injury from a boar's tusk while she was hunting or protecting her family's livestock). Her parents were killed while on the road traveling to sell their wares and she's either the oldest or second oldest of a ton of kids, many of whom aren't adults yet, and since she was dissatisfied living out in the boonies she used it as an excuse to leave and finally live out an adventure like the books she loves. Another adult sibling of hers is now the parent figure for the rest of her siblings, and she sends a lot of the money she earns as a bard back to them. Oh, and originally I planned on her having the gambler background (which isn't an option in BG3)...because the other way she earns money is by cheating in games of chance and generally being a card shark. The real reason she moves around a lot isn't because she's always on the hunt for people to protect, it's because if she sticks around too long in one place she risks getting caught. She's seen a bit of combat because she lives on the road, but not NEARLY to the extent she claims to, she's low level.
So imagine my shock when I realize Wyll is ACTUALLY the person she claims to be--a true hero, who actually is the disowned child of a noble house. Didn't know his background at all until I started playing the game and was blown away by the coincidence once I got to Waukeen's Rest.
I originally intended to romance Astarion but fumbled that BADLY (she might be lying about being a hero but she still WANTS to be one, so of course she was constantly helping others and I did not read him well at all until I got to the scene with the blood merchant so he's constantly irritated with her despite constantly getting inspiration from her because they're both charlatans lol). And once Wyll started talking about enjoying to dance...I mean, she's a BARD HALFLING, of course she's going to bug him to dance with her, so it was pretty natural to fall into Wyll's romance instead. (This is also more or less how I started getting into Wyllstarion, since they were the characters I was interacting with the most.)
The thing is...obviously the game isn't set up to give me a chance to actually play out this whole elaborate backstory with Pimpernel pretending to be the type of person Wyll actually is, only to have to admit it later to him that she's been lying about who she is. It makes sense that I can't, how in the world would a game be able to account for that? The only way I could think of would be if they did something like what Bioware did with the backstories for Dragon Age Origins and Mass Effect and Larian obviously wanted more open-ended characters for the players.
I really wished there was some way I could express what was going on with Pimpernel in the game, but I couldn't do it particularly well, so...I started trying to write it, and that's what A Charlatan's Song is.
“Oh Wyll, I never said she was a princess!” Pimpernel responded, in a tone that implied she very much was one. “Alas, it was quite a scandal. She loved me, but…well, if we had run off together, it would have damaged not only her reputation, but her family’s. So in the end, she refused me. And my family was quite mortified, and I’m one child of many, so it was easy to just…send me on my way, rather than keep me around as the family embarrassment.”
“I’m sorry. That must have been difficult.”
“Oh, no no, I’m well suited for a life on the road. I’ve found I fit in much better in a tavern than I do in a ballroom, as much as I enjoyed my life there.” She shrugged. “And well…now you know.”
Behind her there was a slow, mocking clap. Pimpernel turned to look over her shoulder at Astarion, who was looking at her with a fang-baring grin. “Bravo! Quite deftly told, as you expect from a bard. It almost sounds like something out of a romance novel!”
Pimpernel swallowed and did her best to maintain her composure. “It does, doesn’t it? But it’s all true, I’m afraid.”
“Oh, of course, of course.”
[...]
Now he was digging into the chinks of her armor. She had something to lose, and he had been revealed and stayed safe. He had a natural royal flush, and she’d already played all her best cards.
She could only hope he’d decide to keep her secrets, for now.
So the PROBLEM IS as interesting as it would be to actually get to play this out in game...I dunno how to make her actually interesting as a character on the page without just huuuuge amount of exposition dump (I deleted a lot from this post!!) and internal monologues, and especially since I'm pretty settled in the no-Tav discord I'm just not all that interested in writing about my OC over the established characters in the game. I also don't have a good ending (my constant problem lol), especially since I still need to actually beat the game, so...ehhh...this one will probably stay abandoned at this point. Ah, well.
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