#warriors piecing crap together

[bokettochild]

Warriors is having a math lesson

yes, captain, 2+2 does, in fact, equal 4!

#warriors piecing crap together #that the audience knows already #it's fun #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu warriors #ketto's writing misadventures

[the-gateway-to-madness]

Platonic dynamics I want to see more in the (tiny) Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons fandom:

Jack being like an older brother to Hiccup and sort of seeing an older version of Jamie in him and not scoffing at how nerdy he is ("holy crap you MADE this? Man show me how it works!!")

Rapunzel post-her-movie being all gung-ho and cheery, and Merida trying to get her to stop being so naïve, only for Rapunzel to calmly list all the ways she was betrayed and abused throughout her adventures (and you'd only have to go through the canon events of the movie and show to make this work, btw, girl's been through STUFF) and tells Merida she is upbeat and kind because she chooses to believe that most people are good, because so many people stuck with her through so much and so many people came back to her after betraying her. And Merida is like "well dang ok, wanna learn to shoot a bow"

Jack being calm, responsible, and protective of the others without becoming too angsty in the process- playing harmless little pranks to bring everyone's spirits up, that sort of thing

Merida being annoyed by Jack at first, but it's because she misses her brothers, not because she categorically dislikes the pranks. She tells Jack this and he asks her to join him doing pranks. She has much more fun after this.

Rapunzel is good at many things, but not so much inventing, as we see in TTS; her trying to assist Hiccup and him being good-natured about it but entirely accidentally outclassing her

Jack very deliberately keeping his past and loneliness to himself, and the others figuring out something's off because they never catch him sleeping, he's pensive when he's not interacting with them, he's got such wide and extensive experience, and he starts admitting bits and pieces like "I'm older than I look" etc etc

Jack never openly getting angry with the kids because they're kids and he's a Guardian, so instead when one of them is upset or trying to pick a fight with him, his staff will glow brighter or it'll get cloudier or windier or snowier- his magic responds, but Jack refuses to, making his calm all the more scary.

Jack being the first to realize Rapunzel has been through Stuff and sitting down with her when the other two are asleep "what happened to you?" entirely gently and patiently because HE'S A GOOD BIG BROTHER DANGIT I WANT THIS SIDE OF HIM TO SHOW MORE-

Hiccup worrying/getting upset/doing that I Have To Stand Alone thing and Rapunzel approaching him like "you're not the only one who grew up alone, you know. It's okay to rely on us, we won't let you down"

Hiccup doing the I Have To Stand Alone thing in general cause I don't see that a lot in crossovers or at least the arts

The others finding Jack in weird places because super-balance go brr

Jack being reluctant to touch any of the kids for any reason because he doesn't want to see the way they treat him change once they realize how cold and inhuman he really is

Merida recognizing Jack immediately as the only other obviously competent fighter by the way he moves (she was raised around all manner of warriors and guards, after all) and immediately setting about allying herself with him because Heaven knows they all need as much protection as they can get

Merida helping Hiccup to have a moment like he has in the HTTYD books where he realizes he's actually a really amazing swordfighter when he actually uses his dominant hand

Hiccup and Rapunzel asking Merida and Jack what siblings are like

Jack just treating them all like his little siblings

Jack and Merida gathering ingredients together and, depending on the region, Jack teaching Merida the safe local vegetation and herbs because he's been everywhere. Also, Jack teaching the others how to cook with local ingredients

Jack knowing a lot about herbal medicine and helping and teaching the others

After much internal deliberation, Jack choosing Hiccup to hold his staff while he takes care of two-handed tasks

Jack knowing how to style hair because of Mary, and he and Merida helping Rapunzel tame her hair

#rise of the guardians #rotg #jack frost #rotg jack frost #tangled #tangled rapunzel #tangled the series #brave #pixar brave #brave merida #how to train your dragon #hiccup horrendous haddock iii

[the-girl-in-the-high-castle]

The absurdity and stupidity of all shitflix cancelations lies in one simple question: How many of those canceled shows have you actually heard of before they got canceled?

- Warrior Nun - never heard of it until the moment I started seeing its fans spamming every shitflix post. And that was its second season. It had two seasons, for fucks sake, and most of us have never heard of it. You wanna know whose fault that is? Let me give you a hint. No, it's not the viewing numbers.

- First Kill (or whatever its name is) - Never heard of it until, once again, I saw people complaining about the cancelation under shitflix posts. Once again, guess whose fault that is.

- Santa Clarita Diet - Never heard of it. Didn't even know it was canceled until it made it to the list of pissed of people counting how many of them they axed. Whose fault is that?

- Inside Job - Yeah, never heard of it until it got canceled. Also, canceled after they renewed it. Shitflix: guess we changed our minds.

- Archive 81 - Heard of it when the cancelation was announced.

- The OA - Remember just hearing about it through the fog, even though it came out years ago.

- Sense 8 - know about it only thanks to fans' videos and fanart. I don't remember shitflix ever mentioning it.

- Lockwood & Co - I know about it thanks to fans spamming posts asking for renewal news.

And the list goes on with, I assume, shows I have never heard of.

I've never seen any of these shows, but my open wound is 1899 that I believe got treated the dirtiest of them all.

I have heard of it two years before the premiere, thanks to a 50 seconds long teaser that got me patiently waiting for years because it was my cup of tea. It came from the people who proved themselves before by creating a critically acclaimed show that you can find on a top 10 list of greatest shows of all time. Those people have spent years developing a new filming technique for shitflix. What a way to say thank you.

8 out of 10 people around me have seen 1899. Those people haven't even seen GoT or LotR for fucks sake, the most famous show and movie ever, but they have seen 1899. But not because shitflix promoted it, but because people did.

There was zero promotion, zero cast interviews, zero mentions after the release. It was still watched and talked about by so many people. It has more viewing hours than their hit shows running for 3+ seasons put together. It's a show you can't just binge and forget, you have to actually turn your fucking brain on. It was released in the most busy time of the year, during the damn World Cup and winter holidays. It was still number one for weeks. It was given less than 30 days. They decided to cancel it before it even premiered. They deleted the trailer with 10+ million views from YT.

The same goes with other shows. I have seen zero cast interviews, zero promotion or mentions by their own platform and they still have loyal fan bases that didn't stop talking about them.

But then you have dogshit shows like the Night agent that is getting hyped by shtflix every single fucking day. Fake numbers, pumped up to get people to watch a generic, a hundred times seen before, piece of crap. It got more hype than fucking GoT, and yet I know zero people who have actually watched it. Yep, there is no one I know, in real life or online, that has actually watched this show. So you figure it out.

People who have watched the shows I've mentioned probably have the statistics for them, and have probably seen the viewing hours being blamed for it, which was bullshit.

The latest nail in the coffin was Lockwood & Co. They kept fans waiting for months, and then they announced the cancelation during Eurovision so that fans wouldn't be able to go viral about it because everyone talked about fucking Eurovision.

Shitflix has canceled 26 sci-fi/fantasy shows in the last 3 years. 26! Do you all remember when we couldn't even name 26 shows of all genres put together, let alone watch them?

What all these shows had in common is that they were original and more or less unique and creative, not something you can find at least 6 copies of in either streaming or network TV.

It's like they created all these shows just so they can cancel them, because they are doing their best to actually burn every trace they ever existed.

Shitflix is killing creativity in every form, but in the end, that will be their undoing.

#shitflix #1899 #1899 netflix #warrior nun #first kill #santa clarita diet #inside job #the oa #sense 8 #archive 81 #lockwood and co #fuck you netflix #i hope the writers strike will be their death

[daisychainsandbowties]

sneak peek - warrior nun Alien(1979) au

cw. mild sexual content

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Beatrice rubs fretfully at the smudge, leaning against the spillage of wires from the console on the far side of the room. She has the helmet of Ava’s suit cradled in the crook of one elbow, visor flush with her forearm, and Ava is trying not to laugh or to sob, because she knows that Beatrice is holding it hostage from her.

‘You could refuse,’ Beatrice suggests, rocking from side to side in the small space. ‘Tell him this isn’t your job.’ She’s taking deep, controlled breaths, like at any moment it all might descend into hyperventilation, into screaming or crying or any number of inadmissible actions.

Beatrice frowns. More than that, really, but the expression is beyond Ava’s vocabulary.

‘This was a mistake from the beginning! Sending them out into a dust storm to investigate… what? Some snatch of signal we picked up half a million clicks from anything remotely civilised? You didn’t sign up for this! I-’

‘Bea.’ Ava speaks very softly, but she dips some steel into it. Just a trace, just a slight downturn of the many, many vowels in Beatrice’s name, but it’s enough to make her look up from where her thumb is worrying the hard plastic coating on the helmet.

‘What?’ She sounds aggrieved, and maybe she’s right to be. Their shuttle is sitting, damaged, on a hostile planet, rocks pinging against the hull at 17m/s when the winds are at their highest.

Ava sighs, stands up, the joints in her suit protesting because, like everything on the Nostromo, it’s a piece of crap. She moves over to Beatrice, only glancing once at the cameras lodged in the far corner of the room.

She knows that they offer a sweeping perspective on the bench and the wall behind, where rows of EVA suits are slotted into their cases, helmets sitting on top.

They don’t reach into the alcove where Beatrice has slotted herself. Ava knows the cameras, all the hidden places - and she knows that for now, at least, Beatrice is invisible.

She’s dressed in her navy overalls, unbuttoned down to the waist with a grease-stained shirt underneath and another, skin-tight tank top as a base layer.

Beatrice is always complaining about the cold, even when she’s down in the maintenance levels, where thermal engines work to keep their cargo above freezing.

Her hands are always heat-seeking; forever slipping up underneath the hem of Ava’s hoodie when she comes down to drink Bea’s terrible coffee and complain about Duretti and Vincent and the whole goddamn motley crew.

Ava has spent months in transit convincing herself that Beatrice is just a touchy person, that there’s nothing to it beyond her perfect strangeness. Engineers are always a little odd, and Beatrice, with her grease-dark fingers and her habit of sticking a pencil behind her ear, is no exception. She shivers, now, even as Ava approaches, fingers tightening on the crown of the EVA suit’s helmet as though afraid that Ava will simply snatch it away from her.

‘Listen,’ Ava pleads, and Beatrice makes a low noise in her throat. It’s the same sound she makes when she falls asleep in the middle of a holo and twists on the sofa beside Ava, plagued perpetually by bad dreams. It almost steals the rest of what Ava has to say, but she perseveres.

‘I know your contract is, like, basically built around the phrase ‘please hold this piece-of-shit ship together,’ but the rest of us aren’t so… well, lucky.’

Beatrice flinches – she has a habit doing of that; reacting violently to simple speech. ‘I’m not-‘ she starts, but her voice strangles back into silence. She looks down at the helmet, frowning. Doesn’t finish her sentence.

‘I’m just a spacer, Bea.’ Ava tries to make her voice light, but it’s like argon, pressing all the air out of the room. ‘We don’t get to choose what they put in our contract; we get half-shares and we say please and thank you and if by some miracle we make it back home, there’s always another contract waiting. That’s just the way it is.’

People like Beatrice don’t understand.

She’s gifted, and gentle, and to the ship she is sacred. Living down in the belly of the Nostromo with her noise-cancelling headphones and the tang of engine grease and the ceaseless roar of the ship’s heart beating through a maze of narrow ductways and pipes and cargo holds.

Ava’s a spacer, and her whole job is to get spaced. To climb into a cheap EVA suit and go out there, in the emptiness that you can’t imagine until it’s holding you. People like her are just labour, dispatched in droves to go mining in the quick of asteroid fields, to break shipwrecks or plug mineral samples out of lonely planetoids.

She was coming off a two-day bender when she signed this contract, words swimming on the page even more than usual. Fucking with her and she thought fuck it, what could they ask me to do that’s worse than my actual job?

Then the signal, Lilith leaning over her console, rangy and intent and making Ava hungry where she stood, watching with a half-eaten bowl of cereal balanced in her hand. She half-expected Lilith to report yet another shipwreck and start gunning for it, setting the ship on autopilot so that Ava could stroll over and touch her arm or her neck.

She was half-convinced that she’d get to leave her bowl unfinished, mag-locked to the table with the spoon tipping around as the ship changed course.

Lilith leaned towards her console and Ava was already thinking of her naked and familiar, fussing with the strap while Ava lay looking at her. A year should have made her boring – the long lean length of her, the latent strength in her arms and her shoulders and her hips – but Ava was anything but bored.

Trying not to let that frighten her.

But it never happened. Lilith didn’t tap coordinates into her nav-computer. She didn’t click her comm button and tell Duretti that she’d spotted another Class-C ship shattered out in deeper space. Instead, she picked up her headphones – the ones Ava had sneakily festooned in stickers of old soda brands; Pepsi Cola by her left ear and Coke sitting close to the plane of her occipital bone. With her maddening fingers she plugged the jack into her console and sat hunched in her seat, listening.

Then, low, she said, ‘Fuck,’ and whipped up out of her seat. Vanishing, and silent, and very much herself.

Ava left her cereal on the table anyway, standing abject and listening to the treads of Lilith’s boots tapping towards the upper decks. An hour later Duretti sent out a call for all the “EVA-specialists” to gather in the briefing room. Ava shuffled over to where Lilith stood against one wall, tapping a whiteboard marker against her thigh. She reached out, brushed her fingers, and Lilith wasn’t one to flinch but she did stiffen.

‘What the fuck is going on?’ Ava hissed, but it was too late.

Duretti stood and gestured to Lilith, who sighed and tore the cap off her marker. She sketched a rough map of the system as a serious of dots and ellipses and relative distances, wearing her officer’s jacket which was worn at the elbows from the way that Lilith sat with her arms propped on her desk. The half-rainbow patch of the USSCS NOSTROMO stood out starkly on her shoulder, stitched on by Ava, inexpertly.

It was lopsided, but everyone was looking at the map and the dot that Lilith drew a little larger than the rest, muttering that it wasn’t to scale, obviously, but you get the idea. It’s more of a rock than a planet. Some atmosphere, but only enough to make landing the shuttle a nightmare.

Michael raised his hand. ‘And, uh, respectfully Captain,’ he nodded to Duretti. ‘Why do we give a damn?’

‘Because,’ Duretti said repressively, ‘We just picked up a signal on the ground. An SOS.’

#casper writes #in my defense it was on tv last night i was helpless #nostromo au #i'm hoping this'll be Relatively Short but i'm gonna finish writing it before i post for once #ava x lilith x beatrice #trying. to be normal. but lads i picked the universe with acid blood #vibes-based blood and gore basically #warrior nun #my fic

[deathmetalunicorn1]

One Piece x Record of Ragnarok

Sasaki ends up in the world of One Piece (you can choose how) and is having an absolute blast going around challenging everyone he can to fight so he can learn from them. He’s challenged Garp, Sengoku, Mihawk, Crocodile, Shanks, Whitebeard, Marco, Big Mom, Katakuri, Kaido, and way way more. He is just loving the big life learning so much meanwhile everyone is trying to figure out who this old man is.

What’s the reaction of his friends from Heaven and people in the One Piece world to him just going crazy learning?

-Kojiro wasn’t sure how he ended up here in this strange new world, filled will people of all shapes and sizes, literally, and people with strange abilities that came from something called a Devil Fruit.

-He remembers falling asleep under a tree up in Valhalla, after an intense workout, the next he was on a spring island, surrounded by wild-flowers and harmless creatures.

-He spent his time roaming, eventually locating a town and the owner of the bar he went into was able to provide him with some information about the area he was in.

-Kojiro quickly realized that he wasn’t in Valhalla anymore and decided to set off on an adventure, especially after learning that there were strong warriors all around the world, in the form of pirates!

-He had no interest in the bounties of these opponents, only wanting to fight them, but he had managed to earn some many, taking down some lower-level pirates, ones that were hurting innocent civilians.

-It wasn’t until he took down a whole squadron of corrupt marines who were extorting an island for protection before he earned his own bounty.

-The day he saw his bounty poster he was so elated that he actually took the poster, pocketing it to keep it safe with the idea of showing his friends back in Valhalla, who were currently looking for him after realizing he had gone missing.

-A reporter had been nearby when Kojiro challenged Mihawk to a duel, and the two went outside of town, usually Mihawk didn’t accept duels, but he could tell Kojiro was strong, he was a worthy opponent.

-The pictures of their fight quickly took the world by storm, as an old man managed to actually injure Mihawk and had him on his toes before Mihawk slashed him down.

-However, liking Kojiro, as he was a worthy opponent, tended to Kojiro’s wounds himself, nursing him back to health and the two found a good friend in each other.

-Seeing him being able to stand toe-to-toe with a Warlord quickly increased not only Kojiro’s popularity, but his bounty as well, as the World Government deemed him dangerous.

-Kojiro enjoyed exploring the world, challenging other strong opponents and making more friends, with Shanks easily being the most fun to hang out with. Kojiro rejected the idea of joining Shanks’ crew, as he would fit right in, as Kojiro wanted to explore and train against strong opponents some more. Shanks wasn’t bothered, but the offer was always open.

-Big Mom was quickly exasperated with this samurai when he showed up on Whole Cake Island, finding him kind of ditzy, but he was strong, able to take out several of her children when they tried to attack him on her order while he was enjoying some of the sweets available.

-Katakuri had never met someone who could evade his Haki before, he could never tell what Kojiro was going to do next, but Katakuri loved it, he loved the thrill of finally getting a challenge, having fun!!

-When the two were laughing and drinking together, after beating the crap out of one another, Big Mom couldn’t do anything but roll her eyes but left it be as long as he didn’t attack any more of her children.

-When Garp found Kojiro, just eating snacks and drinking tea under a cherry blossom tree on a spring island, Garp was stunned to see that Kojiro wasn’t a crazed madman like others in the World Government made him out to be, he was just a happy, easy-going guy, who shared his snacks with him.

-Sengoku was furious when Garp didn’t answer his Den-Den Mushi, coming to find him and found the two passed out drunk, covered in cherry blossoms like they had a big party, waking them both up by punching them on the tops of their heads.

-The three got into an intense battle, the two marines had no intention of bringing Kojiro in, finding out the truth behind the rumors that he was insanely strong, learning from every fight he was in.

-Up in Valhalla Brunnhilde shook her head while covering her eyes, “Seems he wound up in a pirate dominated world and has a massive bounty from going around and fighting others.”

-Raiden was instantly laughing, so was Shiva while Poseidon and Odin rolled their eyes, of course he did, when wasn’t Kojiro in a fight.

-Zeus was stroking his beard, laughing lightly, “We’ll bring him back once he’s done with this fight of his. Looks like he’s having too much fun to stop him now.” Agreements went around, watching him through a portal leading to Valhalla.

#record of ragnarok #ror kojiro sasaki #one piece

[radioactivepeasant]

Halloween Fic Special Preview!

(A little chunk of Jus Sanguinis for the week while I try to scrape together enough brain cells to finish the last major scenes)

The coastal city of Spargus had lived with the storms for generations, watching the once broad oases narrow and dwindle as the winds displaced topsoil at devastating rates. The sands had swallowed many of their warriors before the Spargans created The Crawler. The massive armored vehicle, replete with emergency supplies and enough armor to give even a metalpede pause, undoubtedly saved lives. But it was slow moving, and Wastelanders on foot often did not have enough time to get to the mobile shelter before the damage to their skin and lungs was beyond the power of an eco pack to heal. And being the only vehicle of its kind meant that if one part broke -- say, a blown head gasket -- the behemoth was stranded until a replacement could be located and driven to its location...after the storm had ended.

"Piece of crap-!" Jak aimed a vicious kick at the front end of the cab and slammed the door behind him.

"This never happens when Daxter is here."

"I don't know whether that is meant to compliment Daxter, or to insult me," his companion said dryly.

King Damas pulled his scarf further up over his mouth and nose and gestured grimly to the massive tank on the Crawler's back.

"The wind is picking up. We need to get inside."

Jak shook sand out of his goggles and dropped to the ground to join him.

"What about the rest of the raiding party?" he snapped, "We can't just leave them!"

Damas’s hand twitched -- the only visible indication that he had any opinions on Jak’s tone.

"Getting angry is counterproductive," he said sharply. "They are all experienced survivors. They will know their best bet is to make it to Broken Sandal Canyon."

You're tense, too! Jak wanted to shout.

But fighting with Damas, he had long since learned, was a very poor life choice. Besides, this man had all but pried him out of the jaws of death before he even knew what Jak was capable of, binding their lives together despite the doubts of his subjects. Jak knew he didn't deserve to be lashed out at. But he just couldn't help it!

Without Daxter he was on-edge. Unsettled.

It couldn't be helped: Daxter was very unwillingly resting at home with some variation of a local childhood disease. As it turned out, being born hundreds of years earlier did not make one immune to The Gripes. Jak, curiously, had yet to manifest the allegedly contagious disease, despite having been in close quarters with Daxter until leaving with the raiding party that morning. Perhaps it was his generally eco-saturated nature that made him resistant to some germs?

Speaking of eco, were you paying attention to your dark intake during the ambush?

Jak shoved the thought away and trudged through the worsening winds to the back of the Crawler.

His eco levels were a little high, sure, but nothing he couldn't handle. He'd gone days without exploding before.

Liar. You exploded every single day in Haven, or near enough to it.

At least the engine failure didn't prevent anything else in the Crawler from working. The closing of the back hatch left them both stranded in a little island of flickering overhead light, while the sounds of the storm faded to a muffled hiss. Damas lowered himself to one of the benches anchored against the wall and stretched his legs out, using the net of medical supplies hanging from the overhead rack as a kind of backrest. He seemed far more comfortable with the situation than Jak was. He watched Jak pace in front of the hatch, noting with some interest that Jak was far more on-edge than usual. He wasn't just frustrated, he was rattled.

"It's just a storm, kid."

Damas leaned back and closed his eyes.

"You've driven in them before."

"Yeah," Jak grunted, "with Daxter."

"Hm." The king raised his brows, but did not open his eyes. "You're not often apart, are you?"

"Not if I can help it," Jak answered shortly. "Not looking to repeat two years of involuntary separation."

The hiss of the sand against the hull rose for a moment in the quiet that followed Jak's words. Then, half to himself, Damas murmured, "Ah. The prison."

Jak's stomach turned a flip.

He still didn't know what had possessed him to confess to his erstwhile conservator why he could transform. What had been done to him in the pits of the Fortress. Damas had taken it well at the time -- no disgust, or condescension- or worse, pity. But the fear nagged at Jak regardless with each following day, whispering in the back of his mind that Damas was looking at him different now. That if Jak strayed too far out of line, his past might be held up in front of him in an attempt to make sense of his actions.

The second he told people something was wrong with him, it became their go-to explanation every time he did something they didn't like. Even Dax did it once in a while- though he at least made conscious efforts to be less careless with his words. Honestly, Jak was shocked Damas hadn't brought it up after his moment of defiance in the Arena.

Something smacked against the Crawler's armor -- likely a rock -- and Jak jumped and cursed. It was too quiet in the shelter. He didn't like the quiet, or the lack of windows showing him what was going on outside. It was like being in a storage crate, or a garage.

Or a cell.

Feeling an electric twinge of weirdwrongbad crawling along the nerves surrounding his scar tissue, Jak began to pace quicker. He focused on breathing as much as he could, and let his gaze sweep across the hold. Any detail that could set this place apart from the cells was noted and clung to.

"Settle, boy."

Damas still hadn't opened his eyes. He folded his arms across his chest and shifted his weight slightly.

"We'll need our strength once the storm has passed. Don't waste your energy on restless nerves."

"Easy for you to say!" Jak retorted.

Watch it, Jak. Eco's boiling up. Get it under control before you really start mouthing off.*

"We've both seen what a storm like this can do to a person. To a broken down vehicle. How are you so calm right now?!"

The older warrior's lips quirked up with a soft chuckle.

"I've been around, kid," he answered wryly, "I've waited out my share of storms in the Crawler. This is no larger or smaller than any other sandstorm I've faced before."

#fic prompts #writing prompts #my fics #my aus #jus sanguinis #halloween fic #jak and daxter #dadmas #king damas #bottle episode #when you're stuck in a box during a sandstorm with a teenager who shapeshifts into a small demon when angered #snippet monday #wip previews #Dark Jak's idea of bonding time does not match anyone else's

[blarefordaglare]

day 7 - suffering in silence

In which Wind (fairy au) has vision problems because I said so 

Also I have a little extra headcanon for the fairy au and there is a tiny spoiler in it for it :)

Also bonus b/c it’s a tiny bit late:

____

The ocean was a very bright surface to sail on. Of course, during his journey before he got his wings he never really payed attention to the bright water. Yet, after he came home, something seemed different. The bright lights of the water seemed to reflect right into the fairy’s pupils and singe them if he stared any longer.

You couldn’t sail to shore with your eyes closed though, so Wind allowed his eyes to be exposed. Of course he didn’t get out of it damage-free, but he could still see clear enough to differentiate colors, so what’s the big deal? It wasn’t like he couldn’t see anything, he still had some vision left.

“Hey sailor!” A cheery voice rang through Wind’s ears, he opened his eyes and quickly searched around to find who he was looking at, oh, it was Four. “I’m planning on fixing your shield today, would you like to help?” 

Wind nodded his head, his eyes darting around to find where his shield was. I’ll just follow his footsteps and find it there. 

…

Wind’s plan was originally working out perfectly. He simply would just listen to the smith’s directions and act accordingly, memorizing where every tool, edge, and rock were placed. Four had the shield on his own little side of the makeshift forge so Wind didn’t have to worry about burning himself, which made things much easier on the sailor. 

“Alright, be careful, this piece of metal is hot. I’m leaving it here.” Four got up from his chair to get a drink, leaving wind alone with the piece of metal. Of course, he didn’t know where it was, but judging by how the shield has not been in an arms length of him, he assumed he would be okay.

Turns out you should not assume things when working with hot metal, the second wind reached out to grab his gloves, a very hot material came in contact with his hands. The sailor could practically hear the layers of his skin burn off, and along with that, turns out his wince of pain didn’t go unnoticed. 

“Sailor- what are you doing?” An angry captain voice rang through the forest, “The smith just told you it was hot.” 

“Yeah but I didn’t see where it was-“ Crap. Big mistake, “I mean I did see it but I was,” Wind paused, “Distracted.” 

“Distracted enough to reach your hand into flames? I don’t think so.” The sound of fabric clasping together made Wind know that Warriors was most definitely crossing his arms, “And this isn’t the first time I’ve seen you dismiss obvious details. Like when that bokoblin was practically in your face.” The captain sighed, “Sailor, can you see alright?”

Wind’s breath hitched. He’d been caught, yet, maybe he just wouldn’t suffer in silence anymore.

#Not very whumpy but still #lu warriors #lu wind #lu four #lu fairy au

[multi-lefaiye]

Oh im like. 99% sure the erins are against neutering in some capacity. Like i have almost no evidence for this rlly, but the capturing at the forest should've 100% been trap neuter release or trap neuter rehome but it just wasnt for NO reason like u said. I just counted it bc like no company would capture cats and put them up for adoption without neutering them, theyve already gone through the process of giving them vaccines and crap. So many cats who got taken from the clans and made kittypets shoulve been neutered but werent. Smoky(?) isnt neutered but can summon his owner to neuter others (frost), sasha/millie isnt neutered, its just weird. Neutering only exists when the erins want to pull the "well how would YOU feel about getting ur balls stolen huh??" card (rusty, frostpaw)

... now that you're staying that it actually makes a lot of sense. neutering is never a good thing or even a neutral thing and is always explicitly negative. holy shit the pieces are coming together HELLO???

i think counting it is completely fair because that SHOULD'VE been a neutering program and it's so weird that it's just not. i was literally talking with some friends earlier about how weird it is that so few kittypets are neutered. like... in the warrior cats universe, is that just not a thing? like in the first arc it's mentioned as something that happens to every kittypet ever. and yet,

it seems like neutering in this series does exist as a punishment. like it's not even a case of the cats misinterpreting it as a bad thing, it's just a bad thing in the text as a whole. what the fuck

also the idea of a cat who has the power to summon humans to neuter anyone he's mad at is so funny.

#talk to the bunnykitty #anonymous!! #is it mean to call you the neutering anon #warrior cats

[w1ldfeatherxx]

Things wrong with Warriors - Foxes vs Cats

There's lots of things wrong in the Warriors books, one of them is how foxes are portrayed as german shepherd sized monsters that shred full grown cats to pieces with ease. In reality, they're only a little bigger than your average cat and are no match to cats in fighting most of the time. Here's pictures of real cats and foxes together:

Cats are known for their ability to defend themselves against much bigger animals. In Warriors, they should be even better at it, because they get combat training for Hell's sake! So why don't we see more of cats beating the crap outta foxes, dogs, badgers etc. in the books? It makes zero sense to me...

#warrior cats #warriors #warrior cats analysis #fiction analysis #warrior cats discourse #warriors fandom #warrior cats fandom #thunderclan #shadowclan #windclan #bloodclan #riverclan #warriors books #warrior cats books

[tinygamertris]

Randomly decided to talk about Gentian's feelings about his fellow expat Garleans! Behind a cut because there's a few of 'em.

Cid Garlond

It would be so easy to hate Cid. Following in his footsteps at the Magitek Academy was a nightmare; following in his and Nero's footsteps was beyond the pale more often than not. Except... Cid is nice. Really, genuinely nice. And he's seen his at his weakest, when his mind was barely holding together, and while he was a bit brusque he was kind. Kind enough to look at a broken chronometer belonging to a dying man and think 'I don't know why I know how to fix this but I will because it will make someone happier'. Kind enough to look at Eorzea and think 'I want to help everyone' and then do it. Things are awkward between them sometimes, life being what it is, but Gentian genuinely likes him.

Nero tol Scaeva

Holy shit did Gentian hate his guts for a while there! He's so self-obsessed and rude! Aaaaand then Shinryu happened, and Nero was the first person to suggest an option that wasn't 'throw the Warrior at it'. And stuck around to help with Omega even when it got him genuinely hurt. Every time some top-grade magitek minds are needed, he's there with a smirk and proclamations of superiority, and somewhere along the line it went from 'oh my god shut up you enormous piece of crap' to 'oh look at Nero, we all know you love this shit'. So while it probably won't ever be more than distant friendship, it sure as anything improved once Gentian started to actually work out how to read his smug ass.

Lucia Junius

Is honestly kind of the biggest badass he knows. It didn't take being thrown out of an airship by her own side to drive her to freedom; she was sent into Ishgard to do terrible things and instead she saw the worth in one of her greatest enemies and turned coat because she believes in his dream. Just surviving the inevitable retaliation from her fellow spies is incredible, and then she went and modified a Reaper and turned it on the Emperor himself! Sometimes it feels like he should be intimidated, but honestly he views her as closer to a big sister who he wants to be more like. (Yay anxiety.)

Maxima quo Priscus

He didn't think much of Maxima on first glance. Mostly because he was too busy trying to rile Asahi up, because everyone in the Garlean army knows that Asahi is a social climbing little feral creature with a passable sword-arm and a hardon for Zenos that will never, ever be requited. Once everything fell apart, though, and Maxima stepped up? The respect was practically instantaneous. Even knowing that his entire mission was just an excuse to restart the war, he stepped up and decided to try and make it a reality. And when that failed, he came back to Eorzea and kept trying. How could he not like this man? It doesn't hurt that he's generally soft-spoken and a bit awkward in his own way, it's nice to have a friend who knows how tightknit the little neighbourhood communities in Garlemald are and understands how it's possible to love the country and the people and hate what the politicians have turned it into. They're really good friends, and Maxima is one of the people Gentian turns to when he needs to get away from the chaotic world of the Scions and just be himself.

Gaius van Baelsar

Of all the people to turn rogue, Gaius van Baelsar is the last on pretty much everyone's list. Which just goes to show how much he regrets what Lahabrea used him to do, he supposes. It's nice to have such a reliable (terrifying) ally out helping remove the Ascians from the equation, but there's just too much baggage on Gentian's end for them to ever be friends. Allies, though? Yes, that he can do. (And he absolutely makes time for Allie and the sons 'adopted' by van Varro. They none of them deserved his bullshit.)

#Gentian jen Dravis #Cid Garlond #Nero tol Scaeva #Lucia Junius #Maxima quo Priscus #Gaius van Baelsar #Warrior of Light

[undergrounddweller89]

Something else I wanna point out, again yes I know handsome Jack did a lot of really bad awful crap, but no character in Borderlands 2 is clean of doing something terrible, Jack's just put under a spot light where we get to study his actions and judge.

But like he didn't have to call you, tell tell you he had to restrain angel, what do people do when they're afraid of someone who could easily kill, she was a kid with powers she couldn't control and had just accidently killed her mother.

He had no one and some of this discussion has come from talking with @villainousqueenofhel , he was still more closer to John at the time, he did what he thought he at the time was right, he was probably afraid she'd kill him to, but he didn't wanna lose her.

Who the hell would be okay with suddenly becoming a widower and single father and it's because your child is acting on pure emotion out of fear, you can't reason with a screaming crying child until they calm down.

Im probably mixing some stuff into this rant from that one side mission in Bl3 and stuff from the pre sequel, god the portrayal of John's complete descent into the madness of (king) Jack mwah chefs kiss beautiful acting, that end speech from Jack fffff, Dameon that's just beautiful work there , just like his god damn hero speech.

Anyway back to my rambling , again none of the characters in bl2 are good , think about it you're like Jack you want to be the hero of this story as you play....killing shooting destroying, helping with clan wars...sure there's optional missions results but that's you getting to choose your own morals or you're going with the one that gets you the better gun cause Come on who the hell hasn't looked up who they should give it to for the better weapon.

But I just think it's interesting he calls your vault hunter, he wants you to understand, like in some way your opinion matters, like he's not proud of it and he's somewhat ashamed that he had to, of course the madness maybe he even saw it as them working on a project together....I do YES remember that he has that pissy fit about wanting the warrior now before someone tries to point that out.

Jack was absolutely not okay , he absolutely was toxic alot of the time but considering fucking circumstances, he was a prisoner of it, it's that whole inexcusable understandable thing again and no not everyone turns out like that but people handle things differently and not always for the better.

We don't know if he ever went back and apologized to her after that message, it's a piece that for all your Vault hunter knows has been completely taken out of context.

Jack Hates traitors, will fucking end them , but as you're helping Angel end her life, he's practically screaming who gives a crap about the key just leave her alone, gonna kill an innocent girl, tells angel he'll forgive her...

And then to the discussion pretty much about how the nearest fast travel is like at thousand cuts, she could have been blocking the signal or he could have been frantically fighting slabs or what ever to get there with loader bots in tail as he runs or makes his way there who knows might have even stolen a buzzard to get there .

Angel who's never had to live in the real world, who's watched through cameras and listening devices, Jack didn't know how to help her , at first the containment may have even been because he didn't know what to do but as time went on it twisted into having her help him charge the key, in his delusion who's to say he didn't see it like them working on a work project together, perhaps it's a stretch but it's also a possibility right?

But anyway she uses the word friend as much of a manipulation tactic as much as Jack would use it no doubt, she wants you to promise her that you'll kill him.

Now yes could be just because she hates him for everything, that's completely valid, I'm open to all interpretations.

Buuuuut what if she knew how sick he was, like the madness, the torment in him, the pain he thought he was hiding that only your child ever seems to notice of they see you enough, personally I can usually tell if my mums tired, sad or angry just from a sigh...so like yeah...you know small things, maybe she even partially wanted him to be free of everything...Jack was beyond help by the end of Borderlands 2 that there was no other way it could have ended.

He was never going to want help he couldn't trust anyone.... honestly considering pre sequel like three people just straight up betrayed him in one go.. Moxxie talks about kicking his plastic surgery ass to the curb.... um yeah one , Lilith half blinded him and severely fucked up his face , bitch you'd have work done to if it happened to your tits.... anyway my brain is just jumping everywhere this was supposed to be a post on the fact Jack actually wants to defend himself to you.

But in bl3 moxxie is all oh I was with him before he was Rich and it's like right but you wanted him to cash roll your casino, you're a serial cheater, plus when you want that casino the man has been dead seven years get over it sugar (it's perfectly fine if you like or love her btw these are just personal opinions) we all like to talk about Timothy probably being the one to be the one with the banging sex life , maybe that's just one of the things about Jack when he's actually in a relationship he keeps it to that one person.

Or he used to...him and Nisha were probably very complicated, or she laid down the rules of that relationship and was honest about the fact she'd fuck someone if she felt like it and that it was because she was honest and didn't lie , she wasn't always there Jack was busy he got it and handled it.

Jack never actually lies to you, for all his shittery he doesn't lie , even in the animal preserve he's like Why lie to them they know we're gonna mutate the hell out of them... okay I think I've rambles enough, all this shit just keeps going around in my head There's probably other things I've missed like how Jack said he was going to let the Merrif live but he had to kill him or he was gonna get killed.

And how it was the fact people kept betraying or trying to shoot him in the back when he tried to show mercy that he learned to never trust anyone and stuff...

Just like don't come on here though okay and be hating on me just because I find Jack's character interesting.

Yes he's trash I know but he's definitely complicated , fascinating, and definitely at times funny trash , still love him as a character though and filling in gaps with all these thoughts.

Anyway don' be a dick...Kay , if you don't like it just keep on scrolling.

#handsome jack #Borderlands 2 #rambles #didn't read this again #mentions #pre sequel #bl3 #just thoughts to share...

[bokettochild]

The Chain and Magic

Your magic reflects you more than your body.

Wild's magic screams Death to most people. Unnatural, Broken, Wrong. This thing should not be here. This is a thing, his magic doesn't label him as Hylian anymore, he's not exactly Hylian anymore anyways, so why would it? Instead, magic users see a hylian but their magic will scream at them that that Thing is dressed as a hylian but it is Something Else piloting a hylian.

Four's magic also says Broken. Shattered, pieces, not quite right. He's confusing because he's in pieces, but the pieces don't fit together anymore. They look like they could, but once you look closer you realize that they're just slightly Off and while you could force the pieces together, it still wouldn't Fix him

Twilight's says Darkness. Warmth and love and darkness. His magic feels like a person holding you while you sleep. It's got a dangerous side to it, but not scary. Like, yes, he is a big doggy, he will watch over you but yes, he will bite if you pull his tail, so just don't pull his tail, okay?

Sky's is terrifying. He's pretty and he's sweet, but magic users take one look at him and wonder why a god is standing in front of them and if he's going to smite them? His magic says Strength, Courage, Protection. Once you know what he's protecting, you avoid that thing like the plague lest you upset him

Time's magic is Twisted. His is Wrong in ways that make magic users flinch. He's not like Wild, where his magic says "I shouldn't be here" or Four who says "I'm not all myself, I'm many of myself" Time's magic screams "I am more than myself but I cannot tell where I end and where the foreign begins". To magic users, Time is like a human centipede, or Frankenstein; there is just pieces of him and other Things all sewn together by magic in a mess that Should Not Be. It's kinda gross, for magic users, to be around him honestly

Hyrule's magic is strangely tame in comparison. He's fae, he has fae magic. Yes, the Triforce adds some weird crap, but he's just like, super powerful Fae. He is like a troublesome child someone dared to let drive a car; he has resources to end the world, and while he's not inherently bad, you're not sure if you can trust him not to do it "for fun". Like yes, Hyrule is responsible, but that fae part of him is always screaming for trouble.

Warriors' magic is Dangerous. Unlike Sky who is Blatantly Can Kill You, Wars' magic feels like a sleeping dragon. It's not going to hurt you. Yet. It's strong, but it isn't doing anything right now. Get him on the battlefield though and he is Dominating, Magic is surging and threatening and screaming. He has two settings, sleeping and Kill You and there's nothing in between.

Wind's magic is the quietest. His magic is soft, a whisper. It's not because he's weak by any means, but more because his magic is soft and natural and it's just... the wind. The waves. Granted, it can get violent, but unlike the others, Wind has excellent control over his magic because He Has To. the wind needs to keep going even when he's in shock, it has to stay steady even if he's angry, he Can't let it get too strong because it'll blow the ship into danger. Wind's magic is reminiscent of a dancer, fluid and graceful, controlled, but strong.

Legend's magic on the other hand is the most ungodly combination of what the actual crap? Where Time's is like someone took so much and stuffed it together, Legend's is like a house with many windows, and each time you look in a window, there's something different. His magic isn't blatantly Wrong, but it does flicker in and out as New Things. Monster magic? yeah, he's got that. Hylia's magic? Oh, yeah, you can sense that when his emotions are running high. Dream magic? dude is steeped in the stuff, but you have to look to find it. Death magic? Oh yeah better believe it. you touch that lightning scar that runs all over his left side and it's like Death herself is holding your hand. Dude's magic is screwy, but not Scary. His magics are all kinda only see-able by those who are similar, so it chameleons around with people so they can't ever sense anything strongly unless their magic is the same. In which case Oh! Same! Friend! Magic users (ahemHyruleahem) love him to death because he just feels Familiar, but if they could see how Much and Many magics there is, they'd be a little scared.

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu wild #lu four #lu sky #lu hyrule #lu wind #lu warriors #lu time #lu twilight #lu legend #magic #ketto's brainfarts

[thelotharioengagement]

Day -1

I really need to get control of this thing.

I've been avoiding this part of my life for a few years now.

Women, sex, dating, lust... I have repressed it all and ignored it all and now I find myself fat and self-conscious and awkward.

Despite this, sometimes women still approach me. And as I'm making some mental room at the moment, I'm realising I very much want to be capable of getting them.

I want to have my slut era. I want to be confident and cheeky and sexual; the last of which I've never allowed myself to be.

I really need to unlock this piece because I notice how much of an effect it has on me. If any girl gives me attention I will immediately daydream about her. It shouldn't be like that. I shouldn't be that susceptible. It shouldn't intrude on my day. And it does because I've deprived myself of these things.

So I'm giving myself a two-month challenge. A lot of things will be happening in that time but I want to really commit to focusing on a few things I always ignore:

Get my place ready for women. Get my body ready for women. Get my mind ready for women.

I am certain if I wanted to I could pull some girls now, but I don't think I could show them a great time because I'm too in my head. I don't want to ruin it.

I need to get back to the body I'm generally comfortable in... That's about 5-10kg less fat than this one.

I really, really, really need to stop eating an excessive amount of crap. If I did that alone I'd drop pounds as I walk a bunch every day and I still exercise semi-regularly (even though it's been less due to a lot of logistics of late).

I'm thinking something harsh and severe like the warrior diet maybe. I need SOMETHING like that.

For food, I need to prioritise protein so that I'm not mindlessly binging in the afternoon. I'm wondering if high protein and fasting is the way here.

I also need to get my regime back on track. My gym membership expires in two weeks but I am buying gym equipment for my place anyway so this should be resolvable. I usually focus on strength but cardio and body weight might be a great thing to go hard on for the next few weeks. Running tends to injure me so I need to get a bike or rower setup. I need to use my kettlebells well.

As well as this physical work I need to do a few tasks for the inner game.

I want to start thinking about this stuff, so I want to read books like The Art of Seduction and something along the lines of The Ethical Slut. I probably want to read whatever pickup artists are reading, though I'm ashamed to admit it.

AND I want to work on some specific guitar songs for, basically, attention-seeking online (lol). I know if I post a reel of me playing the right song(s) it will explode my life and act as a good starting point for sliding into DMs. So the next two months needs to involve identifying and practicing those songs.

Finally, the place. I need it to be fixed up so I can bring babes there and not be embarrassed. I also need it to look good for my early videos (guit and face to camera pieces lol) to contribute to the idea that I have my shit together in a sexy way.

These are goals I've had for a while though and I just keep failing to execute. I use my dog and my work as excuses, and both do stress me. I can minimise stress by being dilligent at work and doing daily training with dog. I should also incorporate the dog training as a scaffold for my new habits as it's the easiest thing for me to do every day as I have no choice!

So, to kind of sum this shit up: I need to reform some bits of my life to put myself in a position where I feel comfortable and confident and I can capitalise on my charisma by being sexy as well as a cool person.

I've really been going through a shift in how I present and I think this is the obvious conclusion to that shift. I'm ready to embody my dream self, and to accept the love and desire of the hot women around me. Let's fucking go.

#self improvement #weight loss #dating #hopefully

[backhandtrebond]

Uprising

Five months after the Cage

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Crow had been woken by the sudden surge in activity, even in his tower. Fear and rage carried a long way, he had learnt. His dark cloak flaring behind him, he stormed through the Warrens towards the meeting room. The plan was in tatters. Since becoming the first mortal mages, they had been able to escalate their work dramatically. He, Kelder, and Sonya in particular, had proven able to carry out operations they’d never dreamed of when all this started.

Several armoured figures practically threw themselves out of his way as he rounded a corner, their panicked thoughts swarming his mind for a moment. Footsteps echoing in the tunnels, he continued internally cursing Mariah in every language he knew. Another year or so of preparation, and they could have freed the world in a night. Just one night of struggle and violence for an eternity of freedom. Now… He didn’t open the door so much as he punched it, ignoring the crack and ache that followed.

Fury dulled the pain, keeping his focus on the current disaster. Mariah’s patience had finally run out, and he sympathised, truly, but any other option would have been preferable. The First Warrior had been serving as the ‘concubine’ of a particularly brutal god that presided over an area to the north. Either he had crossed some line she had been unwilling to endure, or she had just snapped, but ultimately, it didn’t matter. The result was the same: Mariah had killed a god in bloody, spectacular fashion in front of hundreds of witnesses. It was as clear a declaration of war as he could think of, short of burning the Divine Palace. Pulling the details from the thoughts of passing warriors, he pieced together the situation.

They had handled the mad scramble fairly well, considering. The First had mobilised almost immediately, taking to the front lines in an effort to minimise the mortal casualties and clear a safe zone to shelter the inevitable refugees. Mariah made her apologies, then threw herself into the fray with gusto. Averaging out the differing accounts he gathered as he walked, he guessed she had added at least another half-dozen gods to her bloody wake. Though a considerable portion of his anger would be reserved for her, the majority was aimed at another.

“Sonya!” Bursting into the chamber that still held the now-dormant Cage, he homed in on her particularly organised surface thoughts. After a few moments, he found her in a dark corner of the room. He grabbed her collar and shoved her into the stone wall. “Why didn’t you tell us this was coming?” Catching her indignation before she finished forming the words to voice it, he snapped “And don’t pretend you didn’t know! That crap might work with the others, but you and I both know it’s bullshit!”

After taking a moment to compose herself, the small woman’s voice regained its usual self-assurance. “Because if I had, we would be in a worse situation than we are now.” As he opened his mouth to reply, she cut him off, “‘How could we possibly be in a worse situation? This is one of the potential loss scenarios we considered last year!’ I can predict your words too, Crow, and we both agreed not to. For our sanity’s sake, if nothing else.” She winced as he tightened his grip. “We both know that I don’t lie, Scholar, so let me go. We’re no help to anyone yelling at each other.”

“You are our Oracle.” Crow let her down, not entirely sure when he had lifted her off her feet. “Your entire role within the Rebellion is to warn us of future events. Not pick and choose what you think is best without telling the rest of us,” he growled, his face still twisted in anger.

“Without telling you, you mean?” A mocking smirk flashed across Sonya’s lips. “Aw, is the spymaster feeling left out? Don’t like being reminded that we have working brains too?” Before he could reply, Crow was grabbed by the nearby shadows and yanked away from the Oracle.

“Both of you, stop it.” How had he missed Kelder walking in? Or had he been there the whole time? “Sonya, stop antagonising him, you’re a genius puppeteer and we all dance to your tune, we get it.” Turning so he could see both of his fellow mages, Crow took in Kelder in full battle-gear, all dark leather and inky shadow.  “And you, Crow, should know better than to bite. At least try and act like the grown-up.” Stepping up behind the other man, he put a hand on his shoulder. “Take a breath, and stop soaking up everyone else’s emotions for a minute, yeah?”

Crow took a breath, several in fact, before stepping away from Sonya. He tried to ignore the waves of satisfaction that she gave off so heavily it could only be deliberate. “Come on, Kelder, let’s go and do something helpful. There’s clearly none of that happening here.” Not waiting for the Thief to follow, he stalked out of the room, heading for the upper tunnel levels. He was slightly pleased with himself for only slightly jumping when Kelder’s voice chimed in from right behind him.

“You can’t do that, Crow. Not here, not with us.”

“Don’t stab the Oracle, resist the urge to climb inside her brain for answers, I understand Kelder, can we move on?” From the waves of irritation he received, he doubted it.

A leather-gloved hand spun him around, the Thief’s eyes meeting his. The glow had faded a little after that first day, but not entirely. “No, we can’t. Whatever power trip she’s been on since the Cage, you cannot sink to her level. Every time the two of you speak, you do something stupid – if horribly creative – with your magic, and I have to scold you!” Holding Crow’s gaze, the glow in his eyes brightened for a moment. “I know how much the people out there mean to you, but keep your head, or you’re no good to any of them.” After a few seconds, Crow lowered his eyes and nodded slowly.

“You’re right, as usual. She just… Urgh.” Running a hand over his face, Crow did what he could to filter out the emotions and surface thoughts echoing through the Warrens. “Okay. Let’s go and fix this mess before I strangle any of our friends.”

[mtnkat3]

Dontcha know?

I love & adore you .

Even when...

Things are f*cked up because of trials & tests. When I am outta the loop & not understanding.. When I think I'm doing things right.. but I upset you..? I never want that btw! It rips my soul to pieces when you .. are upset with me! Just like I sssssooooo wanna talk to you .. look into your eyes.. know how your soul is feeling. I wanna whisper your cherished name.. just as badly.. I wanna hear & see you say.. all the things you called me.. maybe even new ones. But. I will not give that.. to the world. You're my Bears..Angels I won't give more.. but dang it all! I need you! To hold your precious face in my hands & make sure you see.. me. You've always had a power.. a connection.. a sway with me... I don't know if I was right.. about my fantasies.. but something tells me.. & I'm praying on this. To make sure it's of God, & not the adversary tricks. Something.. more... oh pray to God so! It would explain everything! My life, dreams, goals.. everything.. whimpering softly.. everything.

So.. am I happy with you ..? I am beyond the moon & stars to know that you exist! And that God Created you! & He Created me to walk beside you! I am ecstatic that I feel we are so close to being .. together. Physically. No more separation. No more world tearing us apart. Circumstances.

No more flipping what ifs! That & why.. argh! I just.. long for you .. to growl.. &...

I love & adore you .

Dontcha know...

It's why.. I work.. I listen.. I await. It's why I have endured. Life. The years .. & all the struggles. Why I endure the humiliation. Exposure. Vulnerability. Of opening my soul & laying it bare. Like this. I wanna write you love letters .. not this. Not here. I wanna write you .. texts.. post its.. send you voice recordings.. short lil videos during the day.. even the boring crap, not just the frightening crap, or the great stuff. I wanna hear you smile. To know your soul is happy. I wanna see... your soul in your eyes.. free of burden.. of the past.. of feeling the memories.. of knowing now.. I'm there. Your eyes are lightened..

I am walking the bridge. And I am the bridge. I think I was too drowsy writing that last night. Glad almost thru the turkey! But you know.. God knows.. & of this.. I am becoming.. more.. certain.

I just am terrified of messing up & hurting you .

I just.. it makes me wobbly.. my chest ache.. my body trying to cry.. my soul's screaming... I need to get this right. For you . For us. For me. For God. I need to get my life right! So I won't give up! My Bears .. Angels .. ... come, fall into me.. 🎶 You do know.. right? Only God could stop me lovin you .. 🎶 I don't think He wants that either though. He wouldn't be giving me glimpses.. the little by little. The showing my soul so I hold you close & feel your love surround me. Fill me. A power chord.

I love & adore you .

Dontcha know.....?

~True love never dies & true love always waits.~

Your listening carefully closely quietly daughter.

Your complex quirky warrior queen daughter.

~Tijgeress kat Phoenix. ✝️🌺🐾🐯

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[the-firebird69]

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If I have to walk one more day in these stupid heels and kill every single one of you I can hardly stand up I'm wobbling they're wicked hard to walk in and some woman walking them like they were born in them I saw my husband dressed up at Halloween once and he went on half the neighborhood and said I can't walk in these walking barefoot someone called him a s*** and stuff he has shorts on underneath so it took it off in like 2 seconds this is designed to said what are you calling me and the guy goes nothing and took off then they made this huge mob of like 50 people and we're doing this house up on Halloween because of that they said he's right behind him the rest of ran in a panic and split up and it caught up to Peter McLaughlin and he said he's just doing that and nothing was big and said oh don't do it again now is it and that's how it was but these people keep doing s*** like that and it's drawn on by Trump and Peter McLaughlin is the son and he said I know who he is I said you don't have to do nothing but get low and try and figure out how to survive that piece of crap and he did and he thanked him it's so much pressure for no reason because no reason this is really bad at it so they they're laughing at him the whole time going I wonder how this was going to end and also he goes I know I don't want to know that's ridiculous it's a huge fight everyone is in there killing each other it looks like that thing with Batman and bane and yeah Batman is the idiot and he recreates it then he does this road warrior to recreate what's going on his areas and say he's going at other people is the middle of nowhere going at no one he's a loser that's the dumbest thing I've ever seen he's massively psychotic. So he's trying to say everything he's trying to say everything is worn to nothing and this is what we're down to and I'm the leader she's walking along the guy that he hit with the boomerang comes up with the car and it was not good he said you're the leader and he hit him. So we're trying to tell you something the max pushed you to this and they're supposed to collect the stuff and didn't and they couldn't do it because you had so many people and Corky couldn't do it and those guys combined couldn't do it and the foreigners and Corky and Mac couldn't do it now everybody is doing it and they can do it and then they're going to gang up on Tommy f for the stupid horse s*** they're doing everyday yeah Tommy I've had to gang up on you too people are afraid and stuff but now they're not they see concrete out there with armor and choppers winning and he never wins a battle huge inspiration so now your cities are surrounded and there's 800 octillion going after 1,000 octillion no there's about 8,000 octillion going after 1,000 octillion so you reinforcements are coming up the rear and is about 3,000 octillion each area and there are 3,000 areas plus another 3,000 parks and in the Parks it's 1,000 octillion trying to get your stuff and you're backing it up with 2000 octillion each and they're reinforcing with 3,000 octillion at your ass and they got to blow it up your ass cuz you should have shut up a long time ago

Jennifer Equiz

CAA lol his name and we were together on Earth and yeah you missed all that stuff Trump try for a ship or two would you like at least one you moron you can have any of this stuff they know about you and the big ones too they're taking you out down there

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