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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 10 months

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Black Light 2

Warnings: namecalling, violence, other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

Note: someone said August.

Part of The Club AU

"Kam," you tug on Kamlai's arm, "we have to go."

The guy she's with gropes her from behind, grinding on her as she keeps him from tugging up her skirt. She gives you a look. The look. Please.

"Dude," she elbows the spiky-haired pervert, "get off."

He's reluctant until she stomps his toes. She yells at him in Thai, you're not sure what, and sways his arms away from her. You shake your head as you pull her free of his embrace.

"Where's Manda?" She asks with a slur dragging her tongue.

"Dunno," you cling to her, "that weirdo tried to roofie me."

"Huh?" She yells behind you.

"Put something in my drink."

"Ew," she nearly bowls you over as you stop short.

"Yeah, uhhhh," you look around, "where would she–"

"Gross!" She points over your shoulder, "typical."

You follow the direction of her finger to Amanda tangled up, macking on the guy she picked from the lot. Ugh, she really has to be the one and only. You roll your eyes and haul Kam with you as you approach.

"Amanda," you call above the music, "let's go."

She doesn't stop. Doesn't seem to hear you as you latch onto her arm. It's only then she turns her head, the guy's mouth almost continuing its sloppy work on her ear.

"Fuck off!" She shakes free of you and shoos you with the flick of her acrylics.

"Manda," you shout, "we gotta go."

"I'm having fun," she barks back, "you wanna go home, go."

"But–"

"Fuck her," Kam pulls you back. "Look."

You turn with her and look across the room, Cole and the spiky blond staring in your direction, chatting to each other. Shit. You thought the bouncer scared him off.

"But…" you spin to face Kam.

"Nope, not sticking around for her. She got the hot one anyway."

Kam lets go of you and stomps off in her heels, ankles threatening to bend as her arms swing violently. You trail her in a tenous scramble, hands sligthly out to keep from toppling. The flashing lights and the pumping music add to the disarming atmosphere.

The cool night breeze beckons to you through the open door. Kamlai is first out but as you exit, you run into the elbow of an unsuspecting barrier. The same bouncer as before recoils and grumbles.

"Sorry," you smile sheepishly. "You okay?"

He stares at you, his face drowned in shadows, "yeah," he answers dryly, "I'll survive."

You cringe and brush by to catch up with Kam. The glow of her phone lights up her features as her pointed nails tap.

"Calling an uber," she mumbles, "I can't believe Amanda. She's so stupid."

"Mmm," you peek back at the doors. "Maybe we should go back and get her."

"You think she'd help you? She's selfish," Kam sniffs, "remember the school trip to New York?"

"Uh huh," you squint at the dark figure beside the door. You can't tell if he's looking at you but it feels like he is. "I… guess you're right."

"You know I am," she scoffs.

🥂

Just after noon, you wake to the chirp of your phone. You snatch it blindly, rolling over to check the messages. Just Kamlai whining how hungover she is. Mood.

There's a notification that Amanda posted a story. You check it, anxiously, relieved at least to see her alive in the video, though unimpressed at the naked back of the man next to her. If she wants to make Seth jealous, you're sure she's doing a great job.

You get up and get going, the previous night following you around as it rattles in your head and mulches in your stomach. Such a happy birthday, almost drugged and ditched by your supposed bff. And that bouncer… a bit gruff but you can't deny he saved you.

Hmmm. You know exactly how to thank him!

🥂

You walk up to the club. It's not yet open and in the light of day, it's a bit less showy. As you approach, you see a face you recognize. The second bouncer, the pudgy one, yawns as he struts up to the doors.

"Oh, sir, sir," you run forward, your skirt fluttering around your legs, "hi."

He looks at you woth a crooked smirk, "why, hello, darlin'."

"Uh, hello," you reply, "um, I'm looking for your friend."

"Friend?" He frowns.

"Um, yes, the tall one! The other one," you explain poorly, you can't even remember what he looks like.

"Auggy? Ah, well, he should be 'round," he thinks, "didn't think he was seeing anyone."

"Oh, no, no, no," you deny, "I was only hoping to thank him. He really helped me out so I bought some cookies from Marie's…"

"Cookies, you say? I might know where to find him for a price."

"Uh, sure," you open the lid, "snicker doodle?"

He smirks and takes a cookie. He chuckles as he turns on his heel and heads for the door. He elbows it open as he swallows, "hey, Aug, out here."

He lets the door close and you wait on the stoop. You bounce impatiently and after a few minutes, the hinges grind again. You look up as the large man pokes his head out with a dull stare.

"Oh, hi," you keep your smile wide. You didn't notice last night the scars along the right side of his face. A curved ripple around his temple, and several long marks down his cheek and jaw. His eye is completely white and part of his eye brow permanently shorn.

"What?" He snarls.

"Oh, I… you might not remember me, but you uh, you helped me last night so I just wanted to thank you."

He sneers and doesn't react. You open the box and angle it towards him.

"Cookies!"

He stares. Silent.

"Cause you were so nice–"

He steps out completely and you lean away, but don't retreat. He grabs a cookie gruffly and holds it up. He wraps his fist around it and crushes it, letting the crumps rain to the ground.

"I don't want your fucking pity, you bimbo," he slaps the box out of your hands as he looms over you, "so why don't you get the fuck out of here?"

You stand in shock, hands still out as you look at the cookies littered over the pavement. You gape at him and fold your arms over your stomach.

"Why–"

"I said go," he growls, "don't let me see ya back her either."

He steps forward, half a lunge that has you staggering backward. You let out a pathetic squeak as you spin and flit away. You get halfway down the street before you look back over your shoulder.

Wow, he didn't have to be so mean. If he didn't like snickerdoodles, he could just say so.

#august walker x reader #dark august walker #august walker #dark!august walker #black light #au #drabble #series #mission impossible: fallout

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jedidryad · 1 month

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As previously mentioned, sometimes writing this Mara memoir is very frustrating because there are absolutely conversations that could have happened and potentially resolved a few things for our OTP sooner. And not all of those conversations involve Luke and Mara actually talking to each other either. It is canon that Kyle Katarn completes his training at some point, seemingly before Luke and Mara get married, and he has a story to tell...

Kyle Katarn could sense a change coming over Master Skywalker and he fell into a disquieted silence as he watched his teacher stand up and ask Master Solusar to take over the interview. Without a further word, Luke Skywalker left the practice room fast enough that his Jedi robe billowed behind him.

“What just happened?”

Kam Solusar turned back to meet Kyle’s concerned gaze.

“I’m not entirely certain,” he offered, “but I don’t think it is anything for you to worry about.”

“Some sort of emergency?”

“Maybe. I expect he will clarify later. Please continue.”

Kyle finished his account of Mara Jade’s poise and unexpected calm as he’d held his lightsaber menacingly at her throat, until the magnitude of what he was considering had overwhelmed him. It had been one thing he explained to think about darkness. It was another entirely to commit so much to any given set of ideas that he would be willing to kill his friends and family for it.

When he finished his account of his experience with the dark side, Master Solusar seemed pleased.

“It sounds to me like your encounter was one we may all touch at some point. While you struggled in its clutches for a while, with the help of a friend, you found your way back. It is a reminder that we all find ourselves in need of friends and fellow Jedi to help us along the way. Please remember this as you consider your trials.”

Kyle nodded in acknowledgement, but couldn’t help but wonder if Master Skywalker had a different opinion of him.

The Jedi Master caught up with him outside the sparring field just after breakfast the next morning.

“I want to apologize for my quick departure yesterday.” he opened with an expression that matched his words, “It was unnecessary and probably made your story harder to tell than it otherwise would have been. I do not find your experience with the dark side too horrifying to handle. Just something about it hit me in a way I needed to sort out with myself and that was not your fault at all.”

“I appreciate the explanation but you don’t have to apologize, Master Skywalker.” He paused but then found he couldn’t resist exploring the hunch, “it was because of Mara, wasn’t it?

“Pardon?” All of a sudden, Luke Skywalker’s eyes seemed wider than usual, his expression more vulnerable.

“You handled all of it - my story of the voices and the disembodied feelings and power fantasies and the lies I told and the creatures I killed and my anger at Jan, all of it. You sat calmly and patiently filled with sympathy and understanding.” Kyle smiled, “but then I told you that I’d threatened Mara. I told you I declared she would join me or die and that I’d held my lightsaber to her throat and she hadn’t flinched or backed down, and you turned to stone.” Kyle’s smile ventured into grin territory, “a very angry stone, I might add.”

“I -” The Jedi Master was beyond flustered.

“It’s okay, Master Skywalker. I care about Mara too. She’s one of my best friends and she and Jan have a great time together. In fact, you should see what they get up to when they visit with Mirax and Iella.” He watched the Jedi Master’s jaw drop slightly, “or maybe you shouldn’t.”

Master Skywalker pulled himself together but still seemed remarkably nonplussed.

“Yes, well, clearly the two of you have worked it out, and that is what matters. It’s none of my business and my reaction was not appropriate as your teacher. I am sorry.”

“Possibly not.” Kyle agreed, “but since you had a reaction, you might want to talk to her about it.”

“If she wanted me to know about it, she would have told me.”

Kyle looked at Luke suspiciously, “you sure about that?”

“Did you wish for me to hear the end of your account, or was it sufficient to share your story with Master Solusar and we can move on to preparing for your trials?”

#epic!bio #conversations that should have happened #kyle katarn #luke skywalker #jedi training

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otter-with-a-skittle-side · 8 months

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⭐️🍄Me!✨💖

My name is Ruben, Ajax or Axel, I don’t mind.

🇺🇸🦅 MY PRONOUNS ARE U/S/A

aroace, he/they

Currently taking a social media break

Don’t worry about nicknames and gendered terms! Feel free to tell me “Shut the fuck up gurl.” Or “DUDE. BRO. WTF.” I don’t rlly care bout that.

I’m an artist

I draw mainly non-human creatures and spider-verse characters+ spidersonas

I take requests! Tell me to draw something and I will, I charge nothing and if you say please, I’ll do it as long as it’s sfw

Fandoms I am a part of:

Wings of Fire, Steven universe, Summoner, Percy jackson, museum of thieves, all rick Riordan books except for kane chronicles. Pirates of the Caribbean, the owl house, deadpool, spider-man but i still need to watch across the spider-verse and rewatch into the spider-verse. Helluva boss and hazbin hotel.

I have a friend named Kam and Summer. They requested I add them here so like. yeah.

Sometimes I write fanfics and stories that i'll never finish.

DNI:

30+ y/o unless you’re Neil Gaiman or Jack Skellington.

Proshippers

NSFW blogs

Ai users

My other account is @its-me-im-the-dark-side which is absolutely unfiltered posts.

#I found all those photos on Pinterest btw.#if u need these search #this user #and image search from there I suppose #and there’s heaps and heaps of em

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dreaming-of-the-end · 1 year

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echoes, saltwater, lemon juice (or: a lesson in pressing bitterness into wounds): Kam

A/N: In which i give them the unhealthy relationship they deserve <3 Love these babies. Hi @pissy-victorian-vampire, I’m your secret santa! you said angst of any sort soooo...

Summary:

Keefe leans forward, places his hands on either side of Tam's legs and presses their lips together, quick, warm. "I'm sorry about that." He's not.

"You're not," Tam says.

TW: kissing? there’s a brief mention of physical violence. also, death mention. and mental illness.

Taglist: @steppingonshatteredglass @real-smooth @sunset-telepath @melanie-schmelanie @stardustanddaffodils @jaxtheoraliestanner @song-tam @turquoise-skyyyy @completekeefitztrash @wu-marcy @saintashes @rune-and-rising @lavender-and-rainy-days @chasteliac @confusedamphibian @hellomyfriends @cadence-talle @kai-i-guess @callas-starkflower-stew @a-harmless-poison @professionalwhalewatcher @theogony @gay-otlc @confuzzled-fox @almostfullnerd @athenswrites @synonymroll648 @squishmallow36 @xanadaus

"It burns you sometimes, doesn't it?" Keefe twists his paper napkin so tightly it rips, shreds of the stained white scattering over his black pants. "The memory, I mean."

He doesn't have to ask what he means. "Like lemon juice. Like saltwater."

Keefe's fingers trace the grainy wood of the restaurant table with difficulty, the surface probably still sticky from the syrup-soaked pancakes he'd finished less than five minutes previously. "Like echoes?"

Tam stays silent. His hands are at his sides: he's never liked the cheap fast food places, preferring the clean-cut elegance of his own kitchen over screaming children and food he can't trust. More than that, it's the effect of it all: the bright lights in his eyes, the under-flavored over-sugared food, the lack of privacy, the smack of chewing gum coupled with the constant thrumming of the kitchen fridge, the tacky orange booth seats that stick to his skin.

And this conversation is too rich for the mediocrity of his surroundings. There's must still be something to be said about nights under the stars in a clearing in the woods, or perhaps a dock in the middle of the ocean, or floating in space, filled with the possibility of nothing and everything all at once. These words don't belong here. But Keefe does—not in a way to call him cheap or tacky, but in a bright, everything-everywhere-all-at-once kind of way. He's everything loud, everything bright, everything overwhelming.

"You need the reminder," Keefe says, resolute, as stuck in his self-righteousness as Tam's fork is to the syrupy table. "It's not over, Tam."

"Can't it be done? Can't it have died with her?" Tam feels the warm scent of unwashed bodies brush his skin. He wasn't made for this.

"You know that you did this to yourself."

And he hates Keefe for saying it. He hates him more than anyone, with an overwhelming catastrophic desperation that makes the entire world fade away, because it's always been that way with him. Keefe is simple and complicated in a terrifying, tell-me-who-i-am-and-i-won't-like-the-answer kind of way.

You know you did this to yourself.

Add that to his list of mistakes. Along with falling in love.

...

Tam might have physical echoes, but Keefe's are just as tangible.

The thing is, it's impossible to measure who has it worse (not that it stops him) when Tam's power is the thing attacking him night after night, while Keefe's mind is the only thing holding him hostage.

He's been there during attacks, of course. The times Tam loses himself in nightmares and his shadows come to life on the walls, shadowflux taking physical form to rake scratches into the mellow blue wallpaper Keefe handpicked for their bedroom, foggy condensation dripping from the ceiling onto the sunny yellow sheets of their bed. Their room is falling apart around them, and Keefe can't lie. He doesn't lie anymore.

It's his fault. Tam's.

His fault for choosing to learn shadowflux at all. Umber's journals taught him to weave shadow arrows and knives, rend apart concrete as if it's paper, bring objects crashing down when they're trying to sleep.

It's his fault. But he knows the way it burns. Lemon juice, saltwater, the sting of a frown and the twinge of hate. He knows burning like his own name.

So he knows regret. It calms him somewhat, to know that it was his own fault that he has these nightmares. At least he doesn't have to deal with blaming Tam.

Every day, he sees her: light auburn hair pulled into a bun tight enough to stretch the scars on her face that he'd given her. Right before he ended that light in her cold eyes, the ones that live on in his own face.

Gisela is trapped in his mirror. He has to live with the knowledge that every day, she might escape.

Every time he stares into it, meets his own eyes (her eyes) he feels her a little more. The burning of hate, of the fight with Dimitar and the salt of the ring in his wound. Sophie's desperate eyes, tear filled with prepared grief, because she knew then who he is now, and it destroyed both of them. And so he lost her.

Keefe plays that moment in his mind over and over, but he can’t come up with a version where she doesn’t learn who he is, what he is. He can’t come up with a version where she doesn’t leave him.

Sophie was right to mourn him then. Didn't that make it better when he died? When his mother killed him every way but physically?

...

Tam does not know who they want him to be.

It's a game of fear and choices, both of which he has learned from a schoolbook, studying the art of it.

This is fear: when your nightmares come to life, when your partner clutches at your arm because his mother formed from shadows made real, when the ghosts take physical form and you are powerless to stop them because you learned too well how to make them and not enough of how to send them away.

This is choice: to leave or to stay, to live or to die, how to run and how to love, how to unpack his clothes into drawers or how to make promises and keep them, how to leave one for another, to trust in his safety and let those he loves leave his sight to go with another.

And it's an art, along the lines of painting or singing or the poems he scribbles in his private journal. A love letter to terror, asking it to please stop calling because I'm happy now, I promise I'm happy, I don't need you anymore. All these lies.

He knows lying better than fear. Better than choices.

Tam knows lies, like the ones he tells himself. Like it was my fault (trying to convince himself) when it's not. It wasn't.

It was his fault. Keefe's.

Because he picked up Umber's journals for him, memorized every word to make the shadows leak into Keefe's head correctly, twisted his own insides around to keep him safe.

He would do it all again, of course. Every time, he's the one to lose himself in the glory of being a shield: Linh's protection, Sophie's rock, Keefe's last shred of common sense. It's him who makes the sacrifice, him who chooses to be exiled, to join the Neverseen, to give bits and pieces of himself away in a bargain that cancels out the danger instead of fixing it. He’s a bandaid on a gaping wound.

So perhaps this is fear: when you've given enough of yourself away to not recognize your shadowed eyes when you see them in the mirror.

Perhaps this is choice: whether to go on as half a person, or steal yourself back and take some of them with you.

...

"It drowns you sometimes, doesn't it?" Keefe watches Tam's legs swing back and forth on the countertop, and presses his hands against the cool marble. The chill is a tether and a knife cutting him free from his body. "The anger, I mean."

Tam considers this. Or, he puts on his Thinking Face, the one where his head tilts to the side and his eyes get all wide and his mouth comes open just a little bit, waiting for the spark to come through the space and light an idea in his head. It takes him a little while to form an answer, and when it does, it comes slow, tight with guilt. "Of course."

Keefe leans forward, places his hands on the counter on either side of Tam's legs and presses their lips together, quick, warm. "I'm sorry about that." He's not.

"You're not," Tam says.

He likes the anger, and Tam knows it. The day the two of them stop being angry about what happened to them is the day they turn into their parents and start being angry about what other people are doing and thinking and saying. It has to go somewhere. They have to go somewhere.

Keefe shrugs. He's less furious and more simmering these days. He paints it, his anger, the coolness of ice and piercing eyes. They stare at him always, worse at night, worse with Tam's shades bringing his mother back to life like she hasn't been dead for nearly three years. "You're not, either."

"No," Tam agrees, and this time it's him who moves forward to kiss him. His breath is warm against Keefe's cheeks, and he uses that warmth to center himself. Cold at his palms, heat on his lips.

See, he wishes he can tell his mother, I can still feel. Killing you didn't break me.

Tam did, though. Broke him apart and remolded him. For the better, maybe, or for the worse, probably. With a fire in the pit of his stomach like the throwing star he'd landed in hers. He hates him a little for that: for making him a new version of himself that he doesn't entirely like.

It's an attack, Tam's hands on his cheeks, caressing his cheekbone with his thumb, pulling him closer, threading through the tangles of his hair like he's not a boy made of lemon juice, of saltwater, of echoes. An attack because of how much it hurts, in his lungs and blood and bones, as Tam's palms warm his icy skin and Tam's lips part his own and Tam's eyelashes brush against his cheek with their closeness.

Keefe writes his own name in the fog in the mirror after he showers so he doesn't forget it.

He lets himself forget it now.

#summer's writing #keefe sencen #tam song #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #kam #shadowheart #songcen #songsen #angst #angst without a happy ending #<- i suppose #if i were made to write healthy relationships i wouldn't ship kam. sorry guys.#if i were made to write healthy relationships i would ship keefitz. actually. LMAO #anyways enjoy!#kotlc 2022 secret santa

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kamilaa-bk · 3 months

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introposting aaaaa

da basics

hey im kamila/kam/toasavt !!

16, she/her

eng/ru/ger(kinda)

not new to tumblr but haven’t been on here in a bit

will mostly be posting art stuff and reposts of diff media shit i like so stick around

basically im a book nerd and a lesser music n movie nerd (links for all my other media related social media below so here’s a quick tldr)

books

favies r the catcher in the rye, the secret history, these violent delights (the gay one), my year of rest and relaxation fave authors: j.d. salinger, murakami, osamu dazai, chuck palahniuk n david foster wallace minus infinite jest

movies

top 4 - totally fucked up, mysterious skin (can u tell i like gregg araki??), zero day n the social network. not that big into film reviewing as much as books but still drop some flamin takes on my letterboxd every once in a blue moon

music

a lot of /mu/core shit (car seat headrest, death grips, shoegaze, alt rock etc), emo (mostly 1st wave and midwest adjacent), and industrial! the occasional bit of grunge n post punk too i guess. just check out my spotify playlists

spotify - https://open.spotify.com/user/vfj6alxdcrc1uphc2qwoi3nzs?si=hxlwiNLiToOhGdepO-l3Sw

my lastfm/letterboxd/storygraph/goodreads adds are all @toasavt

lookin for some cool fucking moots! that’s all from me byebye!!

#Spotify #intro post #introductory post #blog intro #looking for moots #looking for mutuals #mucore #gregg araki #letterboxd #csh #lit fic #/mu/

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diedbydeath · 10 months

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new pinned cuz the last one sucked

[pt: new pinned cuz the last one sucked /end pt]

last updated: apr 1, 2024

will change constantly

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making a carrd to replace my intro, hopefully will be out soon

(small tw for swearing and caps)

this is a blog for the whole system to hang out. we’re in the process of getting accounts specific for our members. might start a blog specific for system things but we’re not sure yet.

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if you need to refer to us collectively, use fern.

the only blogs we would like to not interact are nsfw, cringe/flop, and suicide/sh blogs. that’s about it though.

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• pro blm, #stopasianhate, or any movement related to anti-racism

• we love you anti-racists /pla

• pro #metoo

• we’re an inclu and will support anything that exclus try to exclude (that aren’t problematic in our eyes)

• we’re fine with all good-faith labels except prat ones tbh

• not really a fan of any discourse, but we will partake in it if it’s about something we feel strongly about

• pro researched self dx

• pro acab

• fakeclaiming is a pretty bitchy thing to do

• as long as the slurs you use can be reclaimed by you, we think it’s fine

• anti radqueer and transid

• anti bigotry of all kinds and will brutally murder bigots

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• pro endo, fuck sysmeds

• we fucking hate conservatives

• CLIMATE. CHANGE. IS. REAL.

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• anti antitheists (we’re fine with atheists, though, but don’t resort to fucking cultural genocide)

• being tolerant to intolerance is bigotry

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• transandrophobia is real

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@empyreal-collective-main - just the main account, nothing really there

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other blogs we have (and why we have them):

@that-queer-rants - just for ranting about queer stuff

@jessie-paege-fan-blog - for our daddy, jessie paege

@sick-of-radshits - a blog for ranting about these terrible people (radqueers)

@intershmex - intersex memes

@cute-shonks - cute sharks galore

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bunnimew · 7 months

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What do you think about the GOC books? Personally I enjoy them, but separate to the film. It’s very hard to connect the two worlds in my head especially when Joyce keeps rewriting the lore every couple years (no hate, love him as a person but it can get frustrating). With the added lore from his insta and stuff it just doesn’t feel like the same story

Hello Anon!!

I try pretty hard not to yuck somebody else's yum when it comes to the GoC books. I know people like them and I don't want to dampen their happiness.

But man. Do I not like those books. I didn't even finish Toothiana's, technically, because I got so bored that skimming wasn't even good enough and I took pictures of the pages before I had to send it back to the library, telling myself I'd read them later. I never went back and read them. And at this point, I likely never will.

I have a laundry list of problems with the books. And if you really want to know the full extent, you'll have to ask in a private message somewhere because I don't want to make random strangers on the internet upset. But my dislike goes beyond the movie and book canons not lining up. Honestly, Joyce should have just embraced them being different canons, and the fifth book would have been better for it.

The tidbits from his insta don't even make sense half the time 😂 I appreciate his love of imagination and I respect that he just wants kids to feel a sense of wonder, but my personal journey with imagination and wonder do not work with his modus operandi.

I love hard science. I always have. To me, the weird things that are real will always be more fantastic than the weird things someone made up. I love the whole magic is science we don't understand yet concept, and given what the leading edge of science is doing right now? It feels real to me. Scifi is my home genre, and when scifi meets fantasy? My heart sings.

Joyce threw science so hard out the window it left orbit.

So there was really never a chance that I was going to seriously like these books. And his continued dismissal of continuity, while his right as a creator, feels like sandpaper to my physicist soul.

I do enjoy seeing what people pick from book canon to apply to movie canon when writing/drawing AUs. That can get very creative and interesting, especially since some of the characters from the books are solid and would have been cool to have in the movie. Kam and I, ourselves, have used book characters in our fics, because they do add something to the whole. Twiner and Jamie teaming up on Jack has become one of my favorite things.

So I'm glad the books exist. You just won't be finding them in my personal collection.

Thank you, Anon!!

#Ask #rotg #rise of the guardians

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marvelingjules · 4 months

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I just realized that with the color of the sky post, I don't think I'd even have to scroll fast past it cause of the automatic see more that tumblr puts on long posts now? I have been bamboozled TWICE.

Anyway more random numbers game.

Can they fall asleep anywhere? Or do they need specific conditions to sleep? FOR Po!

Your OC has the sniffles. How do they handle it? FOR Ghost! Part B added by me: How does anyone you want to add handle Ghost having the sniffles?

What makes your OC feel safe and secure? FOR Harlem!

Po: Can they fall asleep anywhere? Or do they need specific conditions to sleep?

Ah, well, see, depends on the type of sleep. For just 'getting some rest' kind of sleep, he can do that anywhere. But he'll wake up at the drop of a hat, too, you know? However, if he's home with Cinder? Oh he conks out, dead to the world (unless Cinder gets upset, that'll wake him up always).

Ghost: Your OC has the sniffles. How do they handle it? (Bonus: How does another OC handle them having it?)

Ghost is mostly practical about it. He'll work through it as much and for as long as he can, maybe a bit more. It's just sniffles. Now, Kam, however, will fret. To Kam, Ghost is invincible, and sniffles? Those should not leave Ghost looking groggy, tired, or unwell. Does Ghost need to go see Zech? Is he sure it's just sniffles? It's not something more serious is it? Does he need anything? Kam can go get it for him! (Ghost tolerates this pretty stoically but easily.)

Harlem: What makes your OC feel safe and secure?

Isn't that a loaded fucking question when it comes to Harlem?

He feels safe when Maverick is with him. For a long time, he only felt safe around Maverick, and even that didn't make him feel secure. (He knows he used to feel those things, before, when he was still young - with his mom's hugs, riding on his brother Calle's shoulders, etc. But that was long ago, when he wasn't who he is now. He can't relate to the kid he was anymore.)

Then of course, Harlem meets Zech, who takes one look at him and goes "Is anyone else going to protect that prickly asshole?" and then did not wait for an answer (okay, okay, he ignored Harlem's answer of 'fuck off') and did it himself. Which, Zech will tell you, was a long process of basically treating Harlem like a feral cat.

Now, of course, Harlem feels safe with his brothers, and he feels safe with the friends and community they've made over the years, and he feels safe with Zech. He feels secure in his place in their lives, in that if he does get hurt or taken again, they'll tear the realms apart to get him back (Maverick, obviously, but also - especially, even if others might not expect it of him - Zech.)

(After all, Zech's supposed to be the levelheaded of the two of them. He's not also supposed to go nuclear if something happens to Harlem. Little do most people know lmao.)

#Jules replies #warm and cozy OC asks #Jules' OCs #felawnie #OC ramblings

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iero · 9 months

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Tagged by @deathclassic to do this fun one! Thank you Molly for the tag on this one! <3

Name: Kam

Age: 29

Favorite season: FALL! Soon!

Movies or TV shows?: Both, I literally cannot choose. It ultimately depends on how I'm feeling.

Do you carry a bag/purse? What kind?: I don't carry a bag/purse. I have an old ass Vans wallet I've had for the past, like, 5-6 years that I keep my cards/cash in. It's literally falling apart. Other then that, i keep what I need in my car or in my pockets.

What color is your water bottle?: It's black with a million stickers all over it.

What color is your phone case?: It's clear with two stickers and a guitar pack in it!

Do you sleep in silence or do you need white noise/sounds/music?: I usually sleep with a fan to help me sleep! In the winter though, I usually just read or scroll Tumblr/Reddit/whatever through my phone until sleep overtakes me LMAO.

Top sheets. Yes or no?: No. What's the point of them?

You're in the candy aisle at the corner store, what are you grabbing?: Gummy worms/bears if they're an option. Skittles if not because I am a child.

Preferred mode of travel (plane/train/car/bus/on foot/etc.): Usually car a good 90% of the time. I also fucking love taking the train when I can!

What's your phone background right now?: Lock screen is the album art for Foals 'Everything Not Saved 1'. My home screen is just a plain black background.

Are you more of a miminalist or a maximalist?: As much as I like the idea of minimalism in general, I just have way too much shit to be one, so yeah. Maximalist it is.

It's time to paint your bedroom! What color are you choosing?: Definitely not the God awful bright white my current room is... I think i might do a good red? Maybe not a bright red, but maybe a maroon? Yeah, I'll go with that.

And finally, tell me something that brings you joy: Just bought some more records this week! My wallet sparks no joy to that, but it is nice to me because vinyl is always pretty to look at and play and add to my ever growing collection!

Tagging @ghostlyvalour, @quinnkeerys, @keerysquinn, @carmybcrzatto, @useremo and anyone else who wants do this! :)

#tagged post #tag game

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sunsethillshq · 2 years

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welcome home celine & kamile ! we’re so excited to have you here at sunset hills ! before we give you the keys to your new place , make sure you go over this checklist to make sure everything’s all squared away — we’ll give you 24 hours to come by the leasing office , please let us know if you you need anything at all !

✿ * · ( moon gayoung , cis woman , she/her ) a little birdy told me CELINE BAEK just moved to sunset hills . have you met them yet ? they look somewhere around 26 , if i had to guess ! pretty sure i heard them driving down the street playing CONTROL by HALSEY , they sounded a little pitchy but they had the spirit ! must be their favorite or something . hey … it looks like they just moved into AURORA LANE . have you heard about what they do for a living ? someone told me they’re a CLOTHING BOUTIQUE OWNER , but who knows if that’s even true . guess we’re just gonna have to wait and see . nervous ? maybe you should be . sunset speaks just posted about them … apparently they're RESIDENT ID 04 ? between you and me , i think that might spark some things in the community … but what do i know ! you guys might get along just fine ! ( cherry , she/her , 29 , est . )

please answer at least TWO of the following in character :

what was the LAST song you listened to on spotify ?

“what do you gain from asking these questions? they seem to be a bit invasive... but i’ll humor you by answering. first of all, i use apple music not spotify. don’t give me that look, i’ve had it since high school and really don’t feel like remaking playlists with thousands of songs. but i believe the last song i listened to was monster by kanye west and a few other artists. but lets be honest, we all listen to that for nicki’s verse anyways.”

who’s a celebrity you HATE ?

“just one? i can’t list just one. lets start with the most obvious. kim kardashian. well, all the kardashian / jenners really. for some reason these women think that they’re not perpetuating a horrible image for young girls and other women their own age. the photoshop, unhealthy habits and diets, all of it is toxic. plus kim’s crying face is not cute. also, gwenyth fucking paltrow. i don’t know, her face just bugs me. and she thinks sunscreen is toxic. it’s ridiculous. please wear sunscreen.”

what is something you LOVE about yourself and something you wish you could CHANGE about yourself ?

this is kind of a loaded question for celine, because while she likes to pretend she’s the best, most of the time she feels like she’s the worst. things she likes about herself have nothing to do with her personality, and more about her physical appearance which she puts a lot of time and effort into. her hair, her style and her clear skin are probably the only things she really likes about herself. when it comes to something she could change, she would say something like her family. it’s the one thing she will never be able to change, so of course its what she would like to most change.

tell us TWO TRUTHS and a LIE !

“i haven’t played this game since high school, but why not. it could be interesting. here we go. when i was a teenager i won a talent search and modeled for h&m for a hot minute but never pursued modeling after that, i’ve never been to a live concert because i have very sensitive ears, and my dog only understands korean.”

extras :

add an alternative faceclaim here , this is mandatory ! ( in case we get apps with the same fc at the same time ) lee jieun / IU ( age would be changed to 28 )

please add any edits / pinterest boards / playlists for your muse here if you have any to share ! PINTEREST BOARD.

✿ * · ( cemre baysel , cis woman , she/her ) a little birdy told me KAMILE “KAM” AKSAKAL just moved to sunset hills . have you met them yet ? they look somewhere around 24 , if i had to guess ! pretty sure i heard them driving down the street playing I LIKE YOU (A HAPPIER SONG) by POST MALONE ( ft. DOJA CAT ) , they sounded a little pitchy but they had the spirit ! must be their favorite or something . hey … it looks like they just moved into MIDNIGHT PARK . have you heard about what they do for a living ? someone told me they’re a VET TECH , but who knows if that’s even true . guess we’re just gonna have to wait and see . nervous ? maybe you should be . sunset speaks just posted about them … apparently they're RESIDENT ID 018 ? between you and me , i think that might spark some things in the community … but what do i know ! you guys might get along just fine ! ( cherry , she/her , 29 , est . )

please answer at least TWO of the following in character :

what was the LAST song you listened to on spotify ?

“that’s a hard question. don’t give me that look! i can’t remember what i had for breakfast let alone what i last listened to. i had a late shift last night. let me check...oh! that new one by doja and post malone! that new one on the radio! ‘i like yooou i dooo!’ love it. post malone is so endearing and he’s kinda cute. and doja hasn’t released anything but hits in a minute.”

who’s a celebrity you HATE ?

“hate? i don’t know, i really don’t hate anybody. i try not to read about celebrities, ya know? i don’t have the time or energy. but if i had to say someone... i guess the guy who tried to buy twitter is kind of a douche bag most of the time, but it’s not like i know him personally, so who knows? what's his name? elon something.”

what is something you LOVE about yourself and something you wish you could CHANGE about yourself ?

kam would probably say that she loves how compassionate and generous she is, if you ever caught her on a good day where she felt like bragging. any other day she would have a hardtime coming up with an answer due to her lack of confidence. which is exactly what she would most like to change about herself. the only place she’s really confidant in herself is at work. she didn’t graduate at the top of her class for nothing, being a vet tech is what she was born to do.

tell us TWO TRUTHS and a LIE !

“i freakin’ love this game! you really put me on the spot! okay, okay... okay i got ‘em! i moved here from london when i was three years old, i still work at my first job once a month purely for the discount, and i got bullied in elementary school so badly that i was taken out and was home schooled until middle school.”

extras :

add an alternative faceclaim here , this is mandatory ! ( in case we get apps with the same fc at the same time ) N / A.

please add any edits / pinterest boards / playlists for your muse here if you have any to share ! PINTEREST BOARD

#accepted .

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t4yce · 2 years

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Before anything I just have to talk about what a great episode this was. It was so fun and enjoyable (I loved that supermodel catwalk moment they had with Kiddy and so many of the runway looks were incredible🤩) but also so sweet and emotional (I appreciated La Grande Dame being so open and I loved how protective Big Bertha was and Nicky is giving me Supremne vibes with how genuine and heartfelt she is saying goodbye to the eliminated queens🥺) and I might have to add to the list of my faves since I’ve been loving all the queens more and more each episode (Paloma has definitely become one of my favorites😊)

If it’s not too much trouble (I know you were/are away so take as much time as you need) I was hoping you could gif their Werk room entrance when they spell out DRAG RACE (I think me requesting Werk room entrances is going to be an ongoing thing-especially if they keep being so entertaining😁) and also Werk room Nicky (like when they were all chanting her name or when she was smiling at the pairs performing the mini challenge). As always thank you so much for all the content you gift me and so many other drag fans and thanks for being wonderful and putting up with me in your inbox after every episode💜🙈😄

it was a really great episode!! i loved the mini challenge it was so fun and yeah there were a lot of really amazing runways!! yeah the big bertha/lgd moment really gave me the friendship vibes i love to see in a drag race season 💕 can already tell this is gonna be one of my favourite casts! oh 100% agree about paloma! she’s zoomed straight up my list too plus i love her friendship with kam! ah i’m back now! it was only a short (albeit tiring) trip lol but here are both requests [x/x], i did love nicky’s reactions to the challenge lol

#ask #tumble4rpdr

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catcorners · 1 year

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「🕸️ about me 🕸️」

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🕸️🕷️🐈

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🕷️ hey there! my name is hayden, (you can also call me kamryn/kam!) and my pronouns are he/they.

i made this account to track my reads and goals. not only that, but book recommendations, wants, and ratings.

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🕸️ as you can probably tell, im obsessed with spiderman and cats.

some other things that i am interested in are:

— byler; stranger things in general

— architecture

— books (obviously), and also writing

— the color yellow..

— snakes!

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🐈 my reading goals will be listed here!

i will add onto that, and also share (almost) everything about books. don’t expect too many reblogs, for this is an account about my reading journey.

#get to know me #book blog #books and writing #mostly!

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marcholasmoth · 3 years

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"God that's a mouthful"

it's a kiribaku fic, my first one, be nice

Reporters clamor to the front of the pack, cameras and microphones knocking into each other as they all try to get a glimpse of what's happening.

Bakugou Katsuki - a.k.a. Pro Hero Great Explosion Murder God, Dynamight - has just taken down seven villains simultaneously, with only minimal damage to the office building they tried planting a bomb in to get to the bank vault next door. A bomb the size they planted would have been much more destructive than Bakugou's controlled explosions. That's why they sent him and Red Riot, a.k.a. Kirishima Eijirou, in. Besides, the two never go anywhere without the other anyway. Something about them being married, but that was just a rumor. Judging by the matching rings on chains around their necks, it just might be true. But that's a story for another day.

Kamuro Shintou, an intern at one of the local news agencies, was late to the scene but managed to worm his way to the front due to his small stature. He tries calling out to Pro Hero Dynamight.

"Dynamight! Pro Hero Dynamight, can we ask you a few questions!" he calls out, but he gets no response. It makes sense, he thinks, since the crowd is loud and he has been repeatedly told his voice is far too soft to get anyone's attention. So he raises his voice and tries again.

"Mr. Pro Hero Dynamight!"

His voice is loud enough that it can be heard by the hero, who stands on top of some rubble, surveying the scene as police and others scramble to take statements and gather information. The hero stops for a moment, hesitates - it seems that he heard Kamuro.

But why isn't he responding?

Everyone knows of Pro Hero Dynamight's bad temperament. It's part of his charm, really - his no-nonsense attitude and bad boy looks have garnered him a huge following, and his public rank has been steadily climbing in the three years it's been since he graduated from UA High. At only 21 years old, he sits at rank number 4, dead-set on continuing to the top, to be number 1 eventually. His tenacity and drive inspire even those who can't stand him for his attitude. So despite being an ass, he's really rounding out to be a true hero.

The media not liking Dynamight isn't the problem. They do. It's the fact that Dynamight doesn't like the media, that's the problem.

Kamuro tries again.

"Mr. Pro Hero Dynamight! I have a few questions I'd like to ask!" he calls out.

From where he stands, about twenty meters from the scene where Dynamight has stopped, Kamuro can see the twitch of the hero's mask, the slight flare of his nostrils and slight turn down of the corner of his mouth. He doesn't seem happy.

At least that's not a surprise.

What is a surprise, though, is the way the crowd of reporters around him suddenly surge in volume, hurting his ears with noises that don't form words until he sees a large shadow to his right.

It's Red Riot. Standing there, arms crossed, smirk plastered to his face, Pro Hero Red Riot looks down at Kamuro.

"Hey kid, what's your name?"

It's all Kamuro can do to not be entirely frozen to the ground. He's been a big fan since Red Riot first showed up on the hero scene as an intern for Fat Gum six years ago, when Kamuro himself was in middle school.

It's been a few moments too long, Kamuro realizes, when Red Riot waves a hand in front of his face to get his attention.

"Kid? You okay?" he asks, brows raised in amusement.

"Y-yeah! Me great? I'm! Uh, Kam-Kamuro!" Flustered and red, Kamuro bows slightly to both show respect and clear his fanboy brain for a moment. He rights himself and clears his throat as he tries again, more successfully this time. "Yes, I'm good. My name is Kamuro, Kamuro Shintou. I'm with Musutafu local news. I'm an intern." He smiles widely, proud of himself for speaking actual words to the hero, his personal hero.

Red Riot laughs and puts a gigantic hand on his shoulder. "Well kid, since you're new, I'll let you in on a little secret. Here, come with me," he offers, gesturing a little closer to the scene, but still out of the way.

Overjoyed, Kamuro follows Red Riot to where a large chunk of concrete lay flat on the ground, an appropriate place to sit and chat. The hero sits and pats the stone next to him, and Kamuro sits gingerly, vibrating in his skin, and trying to not let it show too badly.

Red Riot smiles big and wide, shark teeth showing and eyes squinting. Even as the two sit, the hero is significantly taller than Kamuro - the spiked angry red hair adds a good twenty centimeters to his already frankly ridiculous height. How tall is this man?

Kamuro hears a hearty laugh which breaks him from his reverie.

"If you're that curious, I'm two meters, even," the hero says, still chuckling. "The hair is extra."

Kamuro goes red. Blessedly, Riot continues.

"Anyway, since you're new to this all, let me tell you a secret. Kat- Dynamight doesn't respond to reporters unless they call him by his name. His full hero name."

Kamuro stops.

"Are you serious?"

"Dead serious."

"Like, not even the short version?"

"Nope."

"So it's just Pro -"

"Pro Hero Great Explosion Murder God, Dynamight."

A pause. "God that's a mouthful."

A long suffering sigh escapes Red Riot's lips. "Yup."

Brain kicking back into gear, Kamuro is able to think again.

"Mr. Red Riot-"

"Please, call me Kirishima," the hero - Kirishima interrupts.

Kamuro positively beams. "Thank you, Kirishima-san."

Kirishima gestures for him to continue.

"Kirishima-san, I was wondering, are the rumors true?" Kamuro wrings his hands nervously. "I-I-I know they're just rumors, but I saw the bands around your necks and-"

"You're quite observant, kiddo," Kirishima interrupts. "And before you go on, I'll let you in on another secret."

Kamuro is very, very confused. "O-oh?"

"Yeah."

A wide grin breaks across Kirishima's face, one that's somehow softer than any other smile he's ever seen on his favorite hero. The hero looks younger, a little less stressed for a moment, before reaching around his neck where the weight of the chain had fallen during the battle.

He pulls a golden band around and shows it to Kamuro. They're angled away from the rest of the reporters, toward pro hero Dynamight, so no one else is privy to the conversation they're having, except, perhaps, Dynamight himself. Kamuro follows Kirishima's glance up at the explosive hero who is looking at the two of them with an equally soft expression, seeing the other reach up and grab something that's hanging at his neck.

Kamuro gasps softly before returning his eyes to the ring that Kirishima is holding up. It's golden, and the red and orange diamonds swirling around it glint even warmer in the afternoon sunlight.

"The secret is that his name isn't Bakugou anymore."

#bnha #kiribaku #bnha bakugou #bnha kirishima #bnha kiribaku #i had an idea #and ran with it #i'll cross-post it to ao3 later

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