#I think they’ve grown so much!! I think that’s why I also had trouble into getting to develop more of their relationship

[jeoncopi]

so excited for your upcoming fic & new account, will be in tuned^^. quick question are you now not going to update the ongoing fic on your old account?

all love

^•^

hellooo thank you lovely!!! I’ve finally decided what my “banner” (that’s not actually a banner??) will be so—the “drabble” ended up being longer than expected so it’s not a drabble anymore sjsjsjsj

please, expect “overseas freedom” I’ll be posting it soon ^•~

*cough* I suppose you refer to my “in the soop” series? - I thought I wasn’t going to be able to continue (writing it, if I’m being honest) but I’ve seen some clips again and there’s some inspo! so mm to answer your question, yes. there’s a high possibility that I’ll continue ITSJK series :>>

#jc: ask #I’ll look into my old masterlist #because I don’t rmbr if I have another ongoing series tbh #this is the only one I rmbr!! #I really do love its! jungkook couple ㅠㅠ #they’re so cute together #I think they’ve grown so much!! I think that’s why I also had trouble into getting to develop more of their relationship #since ITS is supposed to be only about their days on that mini break ^^ #omg I think I’ll eventually finish it 😳 #*whisper* #there might be a closing chapter guys.. omg #that’s all I’m gonna say for now 🥺 #PS: sorry for the late reply!!! omg 😭

[lovelybrooke]

I love the idea of like affection with the demons in the hotel, like subtle affection is just like so cute, like I have this headcanon is like if husk is sitting next to reader he’ll wrap his wing around them or Charlie like checking up on them 24/7 cuz she’s afraid the reader will be hurt when she leaves.

I feel like the demons in the hotel would have a problem treating the reader like a kid cuz to them they are, angel dust for example is over 77 since he died in the late 40s and was 30 biologically. so the reader is like a kid to them and the reader is also ‘innocent’ to them even if the reader is dirty minded or violent minded, it’s nothing compared to the demons. It’s also probably troubling to the reader cuz like they’ve had to grown up so fast so someone treating them like a kid must be so annoying.

sorry if I went on kinda a rant! Have a great day!

I think reader is somewhere in the middle, where on one hand they don't like being infantilized, while on the other hand they want to heal their inner child.

Like they won't admit how much they crave paternal affection, because they see themself as an adult, and that wanting something like that is weird even though they were denied that their entire life.

But I think the more time they spend with the hotel, the more they start to slow except affection, like you mentioned. They secretly craved being coddled by Charlie, Alastor, or Lucifer. And they like talking about their feelings with Angel, Husk, or Vaggie.

I think this is why reader might not see something wrong with the way they're being treated by the Hotel Gang, they are so desperate for affection that they don't realize that they are obsessive.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #yandere hazbin hotel #platonic yandere hazbin hotel

[captainn-hook]

Character analysis on Prince Sidon (BOTW vs TOTK)

One thing I love about totk is how the game addresses Sidon’s trauma.

In botw you see how desperate he is for his father’s approval, it’s like Mipha set an impossible standard for dying not only for her domain and her people but for the whole kingdom of Hyrule. In their father’s eyes, she’s the perfect child, not only in personality but also in the way she’s honoured her family. Sidon sees how his father thinks of her, and although the king doesn’t do it consciously, he always put her on an impossibly high pedestal, and Sidon grew up believing that he HAD to meet that expectation, and that he would never, no matter how hard he tried.

When Link tames Vah Ruta and they both go to see the king, he tells his son:

“As your father, I am proud of you for fighting the Divine Beast alongside Link. You have grown much recently. I know you will be a worthy heir when your time comes.”

Then Sidon bows his head, as if he’s overcome with emotions because his dad tells him he’s proud of what he’s accomplished. King Dorephan isn’t a bad guy, don’t get me wrong, but the grief of losing his daughter (in this case, he thought she went missing and had been in the DB for 100 years, he didn’t know she died) made him sort of lose sight of Sidon’s achievements in those 100 years because he was so racked with worry and guilt. So although the king isn’t a bad father, he fails to reassure his son that he doesn’t need to do anything to make him proud (even though Sidon had definitely done stuff to make his dad proud over the years).

(Btw im pretty sure tripple digits in age is considered teens or early adulthood for Zora, so he’s still pretty young, I imagine around Link’s age if he were Hylian)

But that’s about all we get in botw.

So now we move on to totk. And oh boy do we get a load of Sidon angst. Some people might disagree with me but having read between the lines of what Lady Yona talked about (and just WHAT she actually said) in the first half of the water temple quest (before we find it, when we’re up in Mipha court), it really is angsty.

She’s aware of the fact that his sister’s death affected him a lot and still does despite knowing that her spirit moved on, and it (at this point) has started to affect their relationship.

Yona and Sidon have a disagreement before/after the battle with the Sludge Like, where they argue about him going with Link to this pillar of light that has suddenly appeared. It starts with Sidon saying: “Lady Yona! It is far too dangerous for you to be here” in reference to the sludge, but she has none of that.

She tells him that she wants him to go to the pillar with Link, and that: “For a long time, I have been concerned that you are holding yourself back and not acting as freely as I would have expected.” This has some credit because it’s mentioned somewhere how they were both childhood friends, and the Zora live long lives so it’s safe to assume their childhood is prolonged, which means that they’ve known each other for a very long time. Yona knows how he acts and behaves, his mannerisms and his fears, and that’s why she wants to push him to face them.

She tells him that if he goes with Link they’ll be able to overcome this problem, but he hesitates. She notices, asking him what is troubling him, and he hesitates again to speak what’s on his mind. This is when the Sludge Like comes in, and after the battle, the conversation continues.

Sidon hurries back to Yona and says: “Thank goodness. Lady Yona, if something had happened to you... I...” and there’s where it becomes clear just how terrified he is of losing her. He doesn’t finish the sentence, though, he changes the subject and tells her that she should go back to the domain in case more monsters show up. She tells him that he should focus on what Link said and that he can leave the court to them (Yona and the others that came with her). Sidon replies with: “W-well... Of course it would be best for me to accompany him. However, I cannot leave you alone in this dangerous place!” He’s ignoring what’s best and instead focusing on the safety of his betrothed, because of course he would! A monster just showed up and it took both Link and Sidon to take it down, imagine if neither of them were with her, what would happen? What would he do if she got hurt? And then the following dialogue happens (you dont need to read the whole thing, you can just skip to the bold parts):

Yona: “Did you not entrust this task to us already? We will not be on our own for long. We shall be just fine.”

Sidon: “But…”

Yona: “Sidon, my darling... I truly appreciate that you worry so for my safety. It speaks to the kindness in your heart.

But you are the prince of the Zora. One day, you will lead the people of your beloved domain.

I can see right through you, whether you want me to or not. You are yielding to the fear of losing someone you love again.

You must overcome your past and face whatever the future holds with courage.”

Sidon: “But... I...”

Yona: “Enough is enough! You are not acting like yourself! You must leave this place to me!

Sweet Sidon... Do not get lost in the past. You must keep moving ever onward. Just follow your heart, as you always do!”

Sidon: “Like my old self... Like I always do...”

Yona: “It is all right. I swear it. I am not going anywhere.”

Sidon: “I see... And there it is, clear as day... I was giving in to my fear of once more losing someone I love... I… I…

You are right, Yona! I will not give in to this fear! Nor forsake my trust in you! I leave this place to you, my love.”

[skip]

Yona: “All this time he was clinging to regret over being unable to save his precious sister, Mipha... My poor, tormented Sidon.

And to think he was unknowingly paralyzed from taking action because he feared losing me as well...

Yet he has overcome this trial and placed his faith in me. At last, the Sidon I know and love has come back to me.”

During this conversation, Sidon hesitates more than once and you can see it starting to irritate Yona because she knows the potential he doesn’t see in himself, because it’s not just fear of losing a loved one, but it’s his own insecurity from not being able to save Mipha.

He doesn’t care that he was very young and wouldn’t have been able to anyway, he just cares that he couldn’t. In his eyes, he failed to save his sister. And I’m not going to go too deep into this point but it’s clear that she was playing both older sister and mother, because we can assume their mother died a while back (she’s never mentioned and it’s just the two of them and their father even as far back as age of calamity if you want to include that).

What I’m saying is that with technically both the loss of his mother and his sister, it’s safe to assume that he feels some sort of responsibility for not being able to help, even if he was too young to do so, his disregard for the age he was at the time shows how much weight was left on his shoulders after Mipha died.

He never expected to be the heir to the throne, the sole survivor of his family (along with his dad), sure he’s a prince and princes have responsibility, but Mipha was always going to be in the spotlight (not that I’d imagine him jealous of this, it’s simply just a fact, and I think he might have actually even been comfortable with that), she was always going to be the Zora Champion and then Queen one day, so to have all of that suddenly dumped on him after the calamity as a literal kid would’ve undoubtedly had its effect on him.

Yona understands this, she tells Link, knowing he’s probably caught on, how he was “clinging to regret over being unable to save his precious sister, Mipha...”.

She has to reassure her love that she’s okay. “It is all right. I swear it. I am not going anywhere.”, she comforts him because she knows he needs it, he needs her to say it to him because that’s the only way he will believe she is in fact okay.

But his character develops. Sidon realises that in fearing for Yona, he has made her feel as if she isn’t trusted. He recognises the position he’s put them both in, him worrying relentlessly and stressing out about his loved ones because of his trauma, and her having to watch him fall down this never ending rabbit hole and being unable to do much about it because all he tries to do is shelter and protect her, even when it’s unnecessary.

But she does what she can anyway, and it pays off, because he comes back to reality and understands that although there will always be the risk of losing her, he knows that she is more than capable of taking care of herself. He knows of her strength, it was just hard for him to see the situation from her point of view. But she pushes him to do so, and he betters himself for her.

I think he’ll always have some small hint of this trauma response hidden away, but after this discussion, he’s got a firm hold on it, and is willing to control his fears for the love of his life so that they can start to build a life together without the sense of utter doom and despair over his past looming over them both.

I’m glad the writers did this, and didn’t just make them seem like this perfect couple with no issues, it shows a real and healthy relationship, and it shows that Sidon isn’t this perfect person and that he indeed has faults of his own.

That’s my take on it, anyway.

#prince sidon #lady yona #princess yona #king sidon #princess mipha #botw mipha #botw sidon #loz totk #totk sidon #loz botw #character development #character analysis #this was so long im so sorry #sidon x yona #I love lady Yona so much 😭 #im not autistic… no im not fixated on Loz… nope… #(I might be a little autistic) #again sorry it’s so fucking long smh #it took me forever to write #botw #totk #botw link #totk link #link #sidon #zora #the legend of zelda

[love-that-we-were-in]

Call An Ambulance... But Not For Me

Luke teaches Percy to drive. Well, kind of.

A/N: this is just some silly goofy while i work through writers block. i MIGHT come back to it. also it's a mortal au so there's that :)

Luke doesn’t know how he got dragged into this. Well, he does. It was very simple actually - he needed money, Annabeth’s friend had a reputation no one wanted to deal with when it came to putting him behind the wheel and a third secret motive he refuses to acknowledge that happened to be back in town for the first time all year. 

He’s not nervous. 

There’s nothing to worry about with Percy Jackson. He’s known the kid since he was twelve, sitting on the floor outside the classroom when there was a perfectly good chair next to him. He’s a good kid – maybe not the brightest or most polite – but good. A great friend, for sure, or Annabeth wouldn’t still be attached. Luke knows what Percy can be like and he knows his car will be perfectly safe, even if he’s in the passenger seat for once. 

“We’re just going to take it slow,” is the first thing he tells Percy, even before the kid has his seatbelt on. “I want you to talk me through everything on the console.”

“Luke, I’ve been behind the wheel before,” Percy laughs, but he does as asked. Indicator, wipers, handbrake. Two and ten. Accelerate, brake, clutch. He knows it all. “Am I allowed to drive now?”

“I had to be sure, okay.”

Percy looks at him like he knows exactly why he’s here. He forgets, sometimes, that they’ve grown up while he’s become an adult. Annabeth and Percy. They’ve learnt more while he’s been gone, become more if he listens to the rumor mill (he’s waiting for Annabeth to tell him herself) and Percy’s always been people-focused. Luke wouldn’t be shocked if the kid knew more about him than anyone.

“I’m not going to crash your car.” Percy turns the ignition on, finally. “Have you got any CDs?” 

“Drive in silence. No distractions.” 

It goes well. He was expecting worse, the way everyone was talking about Percy’s history in his drivers ed class. But it’s fine. They stop at red lights and go at green. He checks his mirrors. He goes the speed limit – there’s moments where Luke can see him itching to press the pedal down further, to go faster, but he doesn’t so it’s a win – and they can make conversation while he does it all. 

Why this was such a big deal to Sally and Annabeth, he doesn’t know. The kid is a fine driver. Luke has no doubt he’ll pass his test (or the actual driving part at least) and he’s only slightly put out that he won’t have to do it a few more times to get Percy up to scratch. 

“Can you parallel park yet?” 

“Do I look like I can parallel park?” Percy answers and it’s the same tone Luke’s heard him use a million times before, the one that says ‘I absolutely did that thing I’m in trouble for but you can’t prove it', so he waits. “I’ve managed it a couple times, yeah.” 

“Wanna give it a go now?” 

They’re almost at Percy’s, the other end of town from where they started, and they’re both safe and calm. Some would call that a huge success. He’s pretty sure Annabeth will call it the bare minimum. They’re pretty much the same thing. 

Luke relaxes into the passenger seat as Percy pulls in front of an empty space. The road is practically empty, he can see maybe three people on the street total. It’s a perfect time to parallel park. He can happily tell Sally that her son will pass his test in a few weeks and pretend it doesn’t suck that he won’t have an excuse to swing by the Jacksons house every week.

It takes him a second to notice Percy mumbling to himself. 

“You okay, buddy?” 

Percy nods and it’s the first time Luke has really seen him concentrate on what he’s doing. There’s an intensity he doesn’t normally carry, a set to his shoulders and fingers tight on the wheel, and Luke sits up a little more. He’s not worried, not after how smooth the drive so far has been, but he’ll match Percy’s energy a little bit more. 

He thinks, somewhere in the back of his mind, that if he’d let the boy play music, he would’ve turnt it down right now. 

“You’ve got time, Percy,” is what he says instead of giving advice. Honestly, he’s not sure what advice he could give until the kid told him what he was nervous about exactly. He’s not actually a driving instructor after all. “Take a breath.” 

He does. 

And another. 

“I’m going to start now.” Percy says and Luke nods. Then he says “okay” because he realizes Percy is looking determinedly at the windshield. 

Forward. Turn the wheel. Reverse. Turn the wheel. 

Luke watches as he makes every move, breathing deeply with each one. He sits in silence, at ease. Finally, finally, Percy starts to relax as he slowly, so slowly, inches his way into the space. A couple more minutes and he’ll be home free. 

Maybe Luke can offer to help him master his parking instead of calling it quits completely. 

Then, just as Percy lets out all of his breath, calmer all of a sudden, he presses down on the accelerator. Just slightly too much. 

A jolt (the hood bashes against the door of another car), the sound of a horn (it takes Luke a moment to realise it’s Percy who’s pressing it, holding it down with his elbow and glaring, and another moment to slap his arm and make it stop) and he squints.

“Did you just crash into your sister?” 

Percy gulps. “Do you think she’ll know it was me if we just leave?” 

Luke sighs. 

“Lesson number two. What to do when you get into an accident.”

#luke castellan #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #🖋️abi writes

[free-boundsoul]

Bear Shifter! Honey x Guy Headcanons (And just general Honey headcanons)

Honey was very nervous about telling Guy they were a shifter and put it off for a long time. They broke covert as a kid by shifting while playing with other kids and while the kids thought it was cool, the parents freaked out. Memories had to be altered and Honey had to have a lot of talks about why keeping covert was important.

Guy, while confused at first, was totally supportive after they transformed and proved that magic was real. He asks a lot of questions, and was disappointed that he couldn’t be ‘turned’ like in the movies. He always asks them to show him the limited magical skills they have. Honey has a decent grasp on psychokinesis and they’re working on improving their healing.

Once Guy found out, Honey is not safe from all the bear puns, jokes or nicknames. He uses them all the time. “Can I have a bear hug?” “Honey, you’re being unbearable” “I hate to be the bearer of bad news but…” “What do you mean I can’t go around bear foot? You do all the time!” “Oh Honeybear…is that a blush? Are you em-bear-assed?” “You’ll have to bear with me” “You know I can’t bear to be without you!”

There aren’t many bear shifters in Dahlia, like their animal counterparts, they’re pretty solitary. Honey knows the other bear shifters in town, but they’d barely be considered acquaintances. They run into each other every so often at empowered events and that’s pretty much it.

Honey has a natural resting bitch face and they’re big and tall so other people tend to avoid them. Honey has grown pretty used to it so they’re more surprised when people actually approach them. They have two really good friends they hang out with.

Guy met them when they showed up to answer his ‘looking for a roommate’ ad. They needed a place to stay in Dahlia for college and thought that finding someone to room with would be the best option finances wise. Guy wasn’t intimidated at all, instead he considered it a challenge to get them to open up.

He knew he was in trouble the first time he got them to laugh. Not just a little chuckle, a full belly laugh that had their cheeks flush and their eyes tear up a little and even getting them to snort. He knew that he’d developed feelings for his roommate and oh god they were roommates. It was then that his teasing and jokes got even more flirty than they already were.

Honey likes it when Guy lays on top of them, his head on their chest when they’re watching TV or gaming. Their fingers playing in his hair as they relax. Guy has fallen asleep on them multiple times in that position, especially when he’s had a rough day. Honey, of course, will carry him to bed.

Guy loves it when Honey shifts and he can cuddle with a giant bear that won’t maul him. He thinks their bear form is adorable instead of scary, which Honey finds odd considering they’re giant and could easily squish him.

Honey gets overprotective of Guy, despite their grumpy exterior. They’ve threatened to go find the customers that have tried to ruin his day and ‘teach them some fucking manners’. Only Guy clinging to them gets them to stay put. But if someone is a douche to him in front of them…Guy will realize that their ‘love taps’ are just that when they flatten the offender out.

Honey loves to bake, everything is homemade and nothing from a box mix. If they’re dealing with stress, they tend to stress bake. They also like to donate things to empowered bake sales to support the cause. Guy is the self-appointed taste tester, he would just hate to have them turn in something that wasn’t good. (It's never not good, he just needed an excuse)

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted honey #redacted guy #i self projected onto honey big time #redacted headcanons

[purpleturtle9000]

I absolutely could not resist writing this. Jack is in more trouble now than he ever was in canon.

update: all further Titanfall stuff is going to be on my new Titanfall sideblog! best-titan-7274

Of all the things that Jack expected, when he joined the SRS, it wasn’t paintball with Titans. 

He did expect the competitiveness. Pilots by nature are a headstrong group who stop at nothing to get what they want. He’s heard that ‘capture the flag’ was banned a few years ago, after an incident that nobody will explain, but everybody glares about. Apparently no-contact sports were the only way to move forward. 

And apparently Pilots like to shoot things as much as they can, even when they’re not in the middle of a war zone. And even though they’re not allowed to use their core systems. He’s pretty sure that’s a good idea. 

“All right, Cooper, you and me,” Briggs says. 

He grins, even though she can’t see it. She and Lastimosa were friends, she told him, and she’s taken on the mentor role. Only for Lastimosa’s memory, at first, she admitted – but since then, they’ve grown to become friends in their own right. 

“You and me,” he echoes. “BT, you ready?” 

“Affirmative.” 

They have other teammates, but Jack and Briggs are the two who have fought together the most, so they’re leading the run for the other team’s base. It’s halfway through the afternoon, and with both teams having lost people, they’ve decided that an assault on the enemy stronghold is their best move. 

Originally, Jack thought the whole thing about ‘enemy’ and ‘stronghold’ and ‘fuck those guys’ was an overreaction. And then he realised that there was no stronger bond, or hatred, than that formed over Titan paintball. 

Why, he doesn’t know, but he’s enjoying it. The best vacations are the ones where you can shoot at your friends to bother them. 

And he’s definitely shooting at people. The Titans have also been outfitted with paintball guns, an experience that was bizarre to watch. None of the Titans seemed to care about being disarmed. 

Why would they? And hell, Jack’s biased, sure – but he thinks he and BT could beat any of the other teams in hand-to-hand, if they had to. 

They don’t have to, because he and Briggs carry the attack on the stronghold and he gets a very satisfying shot right across an enemy Pilot’s visor. 

The Pilots gather at the middle of the playing field, some complaining about cheap shots and others preening over being the shooters of cheap shots. Jack’s trying not to be too proud of himself, but he did come through this whole thing unscathed. Half of that is because BT was watching his back when he and Briggs disembarked to get through the smaller doors of the stronghold. 

He’s not sure he would have done it if he had any other Titan, but he trusts BT even more than he trusts Briggs. 

“Cooper, you crazy son of a bitch,” Murakami laughs, throwing an arm over his shoulders. “I can’t believe that hit you landed on Taylor.” 

Honestly, he can’t believe it either, because half the reason was Taylor not paying attention at all to his surroundings – but he doesn’t have time to say any of that because BT is stomping over like he’s on some kind of warpath. 

“Apologise to Pilot Cooper,” BT demands. 

“Hey, easy, BT,” Jack says, trying not to laugh. “It’s a compliment.” 

“My records do not indicate that these words are used in a complimentary fashion.” 

“Aw, c’mon, BT, what are you gonna do? Shoot him?” 

BT is quiet. Whether he’s thinking about it, or finding some alternate idea… Jack decides that maybe it’s not the best idea to let him think about it too much. 

“Hey, listen, it’s all right,” Jack tells him, half because Murakami is starting to look a little nervous. “We’re friends. Sometimes people say things like that to friends. It’s not in the words, it’s in the tone.” 

“I used to call Tai a shit-stirring little fucker when we were in training,” Briggs offers, and squirts her water bottle at Ivanov. 

Jack has questions about that, because he always knew Lastimosa as a much steadier personality, but decides not to ask them right now. Apparently, whether it was because of Lastimosa’s even-keeled personality or his intimidating appearance, nobody called him anything like that while he was paired with BT. 

Or maybe, he can’t help thinking with a little smile, Lastimosa bitched out anyone who cursed around his Titan. That seems a little more likely right now. 

“So we good, BT?” he asks, giving a thumbs-up just to test what kind of reaction he gets. At his side, Murakami copies his behaviour, looking a little more nervous than Jack does. 

BT looks from Jack to Murakami, then pointedly only returns one gesture. 

Well, BT’s always liked the other Pilot before, so Jack’s not worried about this becoming a problem. They’ve always been good teammates on missions, even though it’s only been twice so far. BT gets protective, sure – but once the perceived danger passes, he settles down easily. 

“He’ll be fine,” Jack decides as the Titan leaves, and asks who has plans for lunch. 

Someone has the bright idea to bring back ‘capture the flag’, and someone else – he’s going to find out who it is – has the bright idea to elbow him in the face. 

They’re lucky that BT didn’t see that shit, because after the paintball incident, Jack’s pretty sure someone might have gotten drop-kicked by a twenty-foot-tall robot. 

“You know,” he says, “this isn’t nearly as bad as any of the shortcuts I’ve taken.” 

“Just sit still,” the medic tells him. 

He’s not very good at that, when he’s still full of adrenaline from the game, but he tries because moving makes him feel even dizzier. 

“You have a concussion,” the medic decides, which kind of sounds like bullshit. Who gets a concussion from capture the flag? 

“It wasn’t even that hard, I can finish the game,” he says. 

“No. Someone had to let your Titan know that you were hurt–” Oh for fuck’s sake. “– and I’m told he’s on his way.” 

Yeah, he definitely is. Somehow Jack has a feeling that he’s going to get a lecture or something. Can a Titan tell their Pilot that he’s grounded? He has a feeling he’s about to find out. 

There’s a rumble through the ground, and Jack appreciates that something’s blocked out the sun, because the light was really starting to get hard to deal with. He still squints up, though, because his head feels like someone pumped it full of air, and he’s really not sure what’s going to happen if he moves around too fast. 

Maybe he should let BT ground him after all. 

“Hey,” he rasps out, not really wanting to talk too loudly. 

BT, bless him, seems to figure out what’s going on and talks more quietly than he usually does. 

“How are you feeling, you son of a bitch?” 

Not great, but– did he just–

“Jack Cooper,” the medic scolds him, clearly appalled. 

“Don’t look at me like that! I didn’t teach him to swear!” 

“You taught me that those words could be used with positive connotation.” 

“BT, you bastard!” 

There’s a pause, and then,

“I do not believe those words are used with positive connotation. Noted.” 

The medic is looking steadily angrier with him, something he can tell even with a pounding headache, and he decides that discretion is the better part of valour, like Lastimosa once told him. 

“Lemme embark, BT,” he says, because right now, being stuck inside a peeved Titan is much safer than being in arm’s reach of the medic.

#i love them truly i do. most Duo ever #titanfall 2 #jack cooper #bt 7274 #ficlet

[tau1tvec]

Thinking my biggest concern with this “official” mods business, is how The Sims Team is very intrinsically using the word “safe” in how they describe it, and that's bad... and lemme tell you why...

This is a sentiment they’ve been building for a long time now, and goes as far back as The Sims 2 days, when there were some folks who didn’t download mods or cc from any place that didn’t seem obviously aligned with Maxis or EA ( shit they still do it now, as I recently bumped into a tweet that legit thought the sharing of tray files means it's from a pirated game, and therefore the files are "dangerous" ), hence the rise of sites like The Sims Resource, that I believe at one point even got into trouble for using official logos and marketing material, and generally passing themselves off as an affiliate, while taking people’s money for content, which technically didn’t follow EULA.

However the general distaste some players had for spaces like TSR ( mind you this was in their "members only" era ), and preference for sites like Mod The Sims ( a site made by simmers for simmers that hosted content for free ) inevitably changed the eco system. LJ and forums became havens for a lot of the custom content people put in their games, and also offered a sense of community that TSR couldn’t.

With the release of The Sims 3 came with change however, to how cc was distributed, as much as how players communicated. Many creators migrated from forums to blogspot or tumblr mainly, trading out a community focused platform for one more personal ( similar to LiveJournal ). So many were hosting their own content, their own way on file sharing sites, but with self moderation, unfortunately came the downsides of it.

Though MTS was still quite popular for much of The Sims 3's life span, self moderation had opened the door to self monetization, thus incentivizing creators to move away from sites like MTS, and TSR, and instead adopt ads, and link shorteners like ad-fly. Obviously they didn't garner as much profit as TSR creators, but it was a simple and easy way to generate some kind of money off of their work... problem was... it wasn't safe, and neither was TSR at that point.

When TSR took down their members only model, likely due to pressure from EA and their sudden changes in EULA, they had to find other ways to generate profit, and thus the introduction of ads, so, so many ads... so many that some people complained it would slow down their computers, and some, if clicked on accidently, which tbh wasn't hard with how they were interlaced in seemingly every element on the website, worries of malware and virus began cropping up, by no real surprise, anyone who's grown up during the rise of the internet knows that ads = viruses. This is all just very ingrained in online culture, there's a reason why ad-blockers have been a thing since 4ever.

This didn't seem to stop TSR however, let alone creators who attached their downloads to ad-fly, and therefore once again I bring this conversation around to the word "safe".

I have been around long enough, and in the modding scene long enough to know that mods, no matter where you get them will never be safe. Much of modding was niche and fringe for a lot of gaming history, hence why it was so, and still is predominately overwhelmed by adult/erotic mods... like with pirating games, it's just always had this very, very big stigma around it, and with the recent issue of Patreon creators using manipulation tactics, and data stalking causing such a big kerfuffle in the community, that it got to the likes of EA themselves to finally decide to put their foot down on the whole issue ( and then pull it up idk ??? lol ) it all seems just so very... coincidental to me.

This isn't the first time either, there was the putting viruses in files shared with anti-paywall sites, hall passes written out by "lawyers" to excuse bad behavior, the TSR debacle, the p*do mod debacle, the LoversLab having to scrub their forum of "questionable mods" debacle, the DMCA's, the doxxing, the deleted blogs, the list goes on honestly, it's just been such a mess. Then, while all this was going on, whatever EA offered as a "safe space" for downloading user created content wasn't honestly any better.

The Sims Exchange was a mixed bag, a lotta times you'd download sims or homes with broken or corrupt cc attached, and lord knows what else... people would reupload content by other people without their consent, or even credit, which by no surprise at all ended being the same exact issue that eventually inundated The Sims 4 Gallery, not to mention the comments section being used to harass users.

tldr; modding will never truly be safe, the fact that the word "safe", this rather bold promise coming out of EA's mouth of all companies is even going to be remotely believed, bc some Sims YouTuber says it's also "safe", just really rubs me the wrong way, and says a lot about how true a statement it actually is. They're trying to stigmatize the modding community again... who's trustworthy, and who isn't trustworthy... who's good, and who's evil, and all for their own benefit... bc when the hell has EA ever once done anything, that wasn't mostly for their own benefit?

#pedophillia mention #stalking mention

[ffxiv-f13ndish]

[ Tofu belongs to @ro-valerius ! ]

Sleeping in new beds had never been an issue for Miyu. With Miyu’s living situation – on top of the roaming nature of their job –  they’ve grown accustomed to going from place to place every other night. Adapting to a new place was typically no issue for them, but they found themselves feeling like an unfit cut of a puzzle piece during their stay at the Flowers’ household. By no means did they feel unwelcome – they surmised that it was just taking some getting used to after living alone for so long. And perhaps that reason was why their dreams have been so… unusual as of late. Then again, catching up on sleep after going so long without a decent night's rest would likely bring the same effect. 

It was one of those nights now, where they had awoken from a strange dream. They sighed, turning over in the bed to glance at the time. Their eyes didn’t even need to make it to a clock to recognize that it was still late in the night, given the inky darkness that presented at the window. However,  their eyes did settle on something else that rested at the nightstand beside them:  the carnation that was given to them from Tofu some time ago. No longer was it in its former glory – as they still hadn’t presented it to Daen Lad, as Hana had suggested – but its significance hasn’t wavered since the day they had received it. Perhaps, its significance had grown since that day. The warmth of fondness in their eyes dimmed slightly as troubled thoughts turned to Tofu. 

Many, many things to think about.  But one particular image that haunted them now was the condition Tofu had been in when he had come to get them. With all the stress surrounding that day, they had refrained from commenting on the very serious bruising Tofu had. Perhaps it could just be superficial bruising, but it also could be something more serious. Regardless of whether it was serious or not, why hadn’t it been healed? 

Miyu hadn’t spoken about what had occurred, and while there was much they wanted to avoid talking about, they did have questions for Tofu – especially after hearing about his confrontation with Virgil. The Miqo’te left the guest room, both to grab themself a snack, and to make an attempt to talk with Tofu. They lingered outside the door a moment, pausing to hear if there was any stirring on the other side. They didn’t exactly want to wake up Tofu – or Tio, considering how he shared a room with the Viera – so they waited for any particular noise before they gently rapped on the wood with their knuckles.

Tofu had been lying awake for some time, staring up at the ceiling in deep thought, the soft snoring of Tio being the only noise in the room, so it wasn’t difficult to pick up the sound of footsteps approaching the door, or the soft knock that followed. Casting a glance at Tio to ensure the Miqo’te hadn’t woken up, he got to his feet and approached the door himself. He didn’t bother changing out of the t shirt and shorts he wore to sleep in; it was probably Hana or Ying coming to talk about bad dreams agai-

He opened the door and was surprised to see Miyu there instead. He looked back at Tio once more, then gestured for Miyu to follow him downstairs.

Miyu gave a sheepish grin when Tofu came to answer the door, their eyes searching his face to check for any signs of them having just woken him up. He seemed alert enough, though they still couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit guilty for disturbing him. But not guilty enough for them to leave him be, apparently. They were more than eager to follow him downstairs.

Once they were far away enough from the hall of bedroom doors, they spoke.  “And here I was hoping to see a cute little nightcap and fuzzy slippers,” they jested in an attempt to convey good spirits, despite the tension of lingering anxiety in their limbs. “Ah… sorry if I’m interrupting your rest. Just wanted to chat while the house isn’t bustling and all that,” Miyu apologized, tilting a bowl of cherries towards Tofu as an offering.

Tofu glanced over, declining the cherries and picking up the latest book Fiora had tossed on the floor in front of the bookshelf in irritation. The title sent a frown across his features, but he set the book on the shelf carefully anyway. 

“Nah, you’re not interrupting anything. I wasn’t able to sleep anyway,” he said, keeping his voice low just in case.

“Yeah… gathered as much,” they mumbled quietly, chewing on the end of a cherry stem idly to try and get the edge off of  their apprehension. They pursed their lips together to try and hold back a frown. Perhaps it would be best to just dive right into it. “What happened? When you came to get me – you looked… ah… well, those bruises looked like it hurt.”

Tofu would have been more surprised if this had happened a few months ago, but he had been kind of waiting for them to bring it up; he wasn’t naive enough to believe they didn’t notice the bruises. Absently, he reached up and held his shoulder while he rotated his arm. 

“The bruising happened before I came to find you, don’t worry- Or, I guess you’re already worried, huh? It’s just surface level, nothing is broken,” he responded with a soft tilt of his head, as if the matter were something simple. “It was just a tumble during an odd job to get Peach some food money, I didn’t get into any fights or anything, and it wasn’t a very big fall.”

Miyu’s expression remained distressed, despite Tofu’s assurance of nothing being broken. In particular, they watched as he rotated his arm. “Nothing broken, yes. How about sprains or tears? Or, I don’t know, the pain of dealing with a massive bruise taking over half your body?” Okay, perhaps the last statement was a tad dramatic. “All of that can easily be taken care of, and it wouldn’t be a problem to anybody. Really, wouldn’t be trouble for me.” While their voice was low, and their visage remained mostly composed, the agitated twitching of their tail behind them quickened.

Tofu smiled gently, as if trying to assure Miyu and calm the agitation in their tail. 

“It’s not that bad, honestly. Here-” He turned and lifted the back of his shirt just enough to show that most of those were already fading fast. After a moment, he lowered it back down and shrugged at Miyu. “Not really worth the expenditure of spells, is it?” He was really trying to dissuade them from resorting to magic, but he didn’t want to seem cold like he usually did, since that never worked before.

They tilted their head to one side as they peered at the collection of bruises. Indeed, the injury from the fall was beginning to fade. Still, it wasn’t simply the dismissal of healing bruises that puzzled Miyu; this was a general pattern they have seen from Tofu, towards any injury. “Sure. I guess I could agree for anybody else. You’re worth a lot to me, though,” they grumbled. They lowered their eyes, opting to focus on their bowl of cherries and fidgeting with a stem as they tried to stab one end of it into another cherry. 

“I’ve… tried offering to help you lots of times. For other injuries, you know? The big ones. Maybe I have gotten away with a few measly regeneration spells, if I’ve nagged you enough,” as they went on, they continued with their little cherry stabbing attempts to keep themself distracted. It didn’t seem like this was just about bruising now. “I don’t understand it. I just… do you… not trust me?” they quietly asked, sounding more like a question meant for themselves, rather than to Tofu.

Tofu lowered his eyes. Of course he knew he couldn’t keep getting away with brushing off their help without it seeming like it was personal. But he was afraid of people thinking that he was weak. Because that was what his condition was, to him. Weakness. Something anyone could easily exploit, if they desired. He’d rather come off as stubborn, dense, irritating. But not weak. The weak get taken advantage of, his childhood taught him that. Etgar and Tuturoko had taught him that…

“I-I… it’s not like that. Of course I trust you, it’s just…” He trailed off as he fought him himself about just coming clean. He’d already told Berry, but her reaction made him all the more hesitant to tell Miyu. At his sides, his hands curled into fists for a brief moment, then fell limp. He had to be honest. He’d promised he would be, hadn’t he?

“I… What I am about to tell you is something that not even the other flowers know. Just Ro. A-and Berry, because she was insistent. I am confiding in you to show that I do trust you.” He was stalling, but he had resolved himself to it. He met Miyu’s eyes with determination.

“My body doesn’t react well to magic of any kind. That’s why…I don’t teleport anywhere, and I don’t use my healing spells anymore. Small doses, I can handle, but…” He trailed off again, but this time let the silence hang and looked away again.

Following Tofu’s insistence that he trusted them, there was a heaviness that began to roll in like a fog. Feeling something serious approaching the conversation, they set down their bowl of cherries on the counter nearby and gave Tofu their full attention. And by the Gods did that fog linger – and festered, and tightened their lungs.

They were quiet for a long moment as they processed what Tofu had revealed to them. There was much to reflect on, from the oncoming storm of guilt from all the times they’ve tried to pressure the other into letting them heal him, to the fear of what could’ve happened if they had healed him as they wished back then. And what could happen later? What if he sustained an injury that could only be healed by magic alone? They knew Tofu wouldn’t want any sort of pity, so they thought long and hard about how to respond. The same effort couldn’t be said for their face, as they couldn’t hide their crestfallen expression. 

“I… wow.” Really? That’s the first thing they’ll say to that? They cleared their throat, stepping closer. “Thank you for trusting me with that, it’s…” they initially reached out for Tofu’s hand, but hesitated. They dropped their hand to their side, fingers twitching slightly. “... it sounds like it really sucks to deal with. Traveling must get expensive,” they finished, trying to make a light attempt to take some tension away, as well as not react too intensely for the very intense information that was shared with them. And yet, Miyu’s delivery was strained and tense as they fought off a sinking feeling of dread.

Tofu could hear the guilt, even if they tried not to let it show. His hands clenched into fists at his sides again before he could will them to loosen. The outward words were better than he expected, but the tone gave them away along with their expression. Even their attempt at a joke fell flat, as their tone failed to hide their tension. He hadn’t missed the way they reached out for him, or the way they let their hand fall back to their side. 

“It’s… It’s fine. Even if I get hurt too badly for traditional means, most times, a small spell that I can handle can at least get the injury to a manageable state.” He didn’t know if his words could calm them, but he wanted to try anyway. His eyes narrowed, but not at Miyu. 

“Don’t even think about trying to dissuade me from continuing with our goal. I will put an end to Magnus, and keep you safe. I’ll be fine, I’ll be careful, so don’t worry about me.”

Miyu could feel a telltale burning behind their eyes, and they shut them tightly to try and stop any tears before it even started. Their thoughts were going a mile a minute now, thinking of Tofu’s own dire situation, and the one that they had dragged him into. “That’s… g-good to know,” they say, fighting the waver in their voice.  Just their luck, it was almost as if Tofu had read their mind when he spoke about their concerns of him getting involved with their situation. “I know I can’t convince you. And I know you know what you’re doing and that you’re strong, I just…” They couldn’t fight it, and before they knew it, their cheeks spilled with a wet warmth. “It’s kind of hard not to be scared when he’s taken away so many people I loved. I can’t not worry. I’m always going to be afraid its going to happen again,” they share, putting emphasis on ‘always’ to convey their unwavering concerns even before Tofu had confided in them.

Tofu lowered his eyes again as he considered what Miyu had said. He understood, perhaps more than most, what they meant. It was for that very reason that he wanted to put an end to Magnus, same as he wanted to put an end to Tuturoko. Those kinds of people… They were the worst. Taking advantage of people who cared about others in any sense. 

“I understand how you feel.” A humorless laugh burst out of him. “After all, for that same reason, I’m stubbornly rushing into situations alone. For that same reason, I’ve been refusing the help of the people that care about me. But isn’t that… What I mean to say is, it doesn’t matter if the people we love play an active role, people like Magnus and Tuturoko will find them regardless and use them against us. Keeping them away doesn’t protect them, because the only way to do so is to get rid of the problem.” 

Perhaps the words were more concerning than helpful, but it was how he saw things. That was what drove him. And it was why he was starting to let people help him, bit by bit. Habits are hard to break, but he was trying.

Miyu let out a shaky breath as they tried to collect themself again, following up with an empty chuckle as they simply mirrored the other in their anxious state. “Yeah… you do a lot of rushing in, don’t you? You see, my preference is to usually… I don’t know… rush away.” They open their eyes again, giving a half-hearted smile as they shrug. “You’re right. Which is why I was kind of hoping to stomp out that sorta issue by not having people fill that role for me at all.”

 With an edge of sarcasm, they fondly continue, “You… make that very difficult. Kind of a pain in my ass, really.” This time, they fulfill their attempt in reaching for his hand with their’s. “Thank you for looking out for me, but can I look out for you, too? Healing aside, I’m not entirely useless in a fight – swear it.”

His hand in theirs, he couldn’t hide the way his hand tensed from them. 

“Ah...Sorry… I am a pain, aren’t I? Stubborn, to a fault,” he said with a bitter smile. “I-I know you’re capable, healing or not. I just… I’m trying to get better at asking for help.” He moved his hand to better hold Miyu’s back, trying to be a bit reassuring, or comforting. “I’ll work on that more, I promise.”

They could feel the way Tofu’s hand tensed beneath their own, and contemplated moving away. Seeing as Tofu didn’t pull away entirely, they attempted to gently coax with a tender brush of their thumb at the back of his hand, keeping their grip soft for easy access to pull away. Miyu gave a soft hum, tilting their head to one side in thought. “Stubborn, yes. A pain… perhaps. But I guess the kind I like. And wouldn’t wanna get rid of,” they absentmindedly remarked. Realizing the vague nature of their response, they go further to explain, “you know, like how sometimes living can be a pain? But at least its a nice reminder that you’re still around and can enjoy nice things.” 

Feeling him return the hold, they give a little smile. “I know you’re working hard. I’ll be around as long as it takes.” They glance down at the connected hands, lifting it up slightly to refer to it. “And… you don’t have to force yourself to do this, though. Force of habit, sorry,” they chuckled awkwardly as they relaxed their hold, as they hadn’t forgotten Tofu’s initial reaction.

Tofu smiled gently. “A-ah it’s not… It’s not forced, just something to get used to, I think. To be more human. If you…were worried about the tension I couldn’t hide, it had nothing to do with you. This kind of thing- “ He tightened his hand around theirs again- “is a human thing to do, is it not?” His expression turned downcast.

“There’s a lot from my past that I will have to work through in order to stop pushing away the people I care about. There’s a lot for me to learn about what emotions are, and what they mean. If you can be patient with me for that, there might be hope for me to learn yet.”

Miyu held their breath a moment when they felt his hand tighten, all the more stunned by the sweet sentiment that followed. This kind of thing – it wasn’t what they were used to. “Yeah… it is.” A fond smile stretched across warm features, and they gave a gentle squeeze back. “I’m not going anywhere, Tofu. I’ll wait for you for as long as I breathe.”

#ffxiv oc #ffxiv miyu #ffxiv #drabble #miyu is embarrassing like GET UP !!! #and no shame none #literally therapy for everyone

[awhitehead17]

Embracing the unknown

Demigod AU, Bat Bros, Humour, Angst, Fights, Rescuing, Protective Siblings.

Summary: As children of the gods, they have dangerous lives, and often attract unwanted attention. To survive they either fight or run and because of this they’re always on the move meaning they can’t ever settle in one place for too long. Could the pattern be changing after a group of unknown demigods rescue them from a sticky situation and take them somewhere that could be a safe haven for them to live?

A/N: This has been done for day five of Batfam Week 2023 for the prompt ‘Fantasy AU’.

Also on AO3

Enjoy! :D

A loud sound causes him to jerk awake. Alarmed and suddenly alert, Tim bolts into an upright position and looks around for what caused his awakening and finds Jason deviously smiling at him.

Huffing at him, now realising he’s not in any danger, Tim rolls his eyes and slumps back down, resting his back against the wall. “Asshole.”

“Sorry sleeping beauty,” Jason snarks, “I figured you’d want to know Dick’s been by, he’s managed to gather a lot of cash and has gone to get us some food for tonight.”

At the mention of food Tim’s stomach audibly growls. He’s starving and food’s been scarce lately, the three of them have struggled for several days now trying to get money so they could buy something edible that isn’t picked out from the back streets of restaurant trash containers.

Tim, along with Jason and Dick, has been living on the streets for over year now. The three of them stick to back alleys, always hiding and never making a fuss of anything, they scrape by with what little money the they can conjure up and spilt it the best they could between them.

When Tim found himself an orphan after his mother had been murdered in their home he ran to the streets terrified. After a scuffle that almost landed himself in a police car both Jason and Dick had found him and got him out of trouble before taking him under their wing. The two older boys, Dick in his early twenties and Jason in his late teens, had already been on the streets for years and had grown close, it didn’t seem to faze them to add Tim into the mix. If they hadn’t Tim doesn’t think he would’ve survived the streets, he’s grateful for them and by this point they’ve become family.

In the trio Dick is the so called bread winner. He’s got a talent for being an entertaining street performer where he manages to busk his way for tips. Some days are more successful than others but he does tend to get a few dollars each time. Jason and Tim try their best but they don’t have the natural talent as Dick does, his parentage having a big part to play in that, but they try to do what they can, from dumpster diving to quiet jobs on the side.

They make it work and it’s been that way for a year.

Why couldn’t they get a home? Why couldn’t they get real jobs? Why the streets? It’s all because they’re demigods, sons of the Greek Gods and Goddesses.

They live dangerous lives, their blood having power more than the average mortal does which can often attract unwanted attention. Their parents, the Gods, have powerful enemies who’d love to see them dead and they often send creatures to hunt them and kill them. They occasionally have to fight these creatures or out run them and because they’re always on the move it means they can’t settle in one place for too long before they have to move again.

It's sad to think about but they get on with it. They’re in it together and always look out for one another.

About twenty minutes later Dick returns to their current hideout; a hole at the bottom of an apartment building, with three plastic bags in his hands wearing a beaming smile. Both Tim and Jason look at him with surprise.

“Damn, how much did you get?” Jason asks gleefully. Taking a bag from Dick he peers inside it looking at its contents. “When you said you did well this isn’t what I expected!”

Dick hands off another bag to Tim who takes it and looks inside with curiosity. “You wouldn’t believe it. As I was performing a man came by, average guy, wearing a suit, didn’t seem to be in a rush, he stopped and watched for a few minutes before walking over to my cup and placed a wad of cash inside! I stopped and thanked him, asking if he was sure and he shrugged and wished me a good day and then continued on. I pocketed that money carried on for a bit before finishing.”

Tim takes in what Dick’s brought in the bag he’s holding. There are protein bars, a chocolate bar, bread rolls, packs of nuts. There are also non-food items such as, medicines, vitamin tablets, tissues and basic toiletries.

“I spent about half of it so there’s still some cash left. I figured we could save that or go to a thrift shop and hunt for some clothes.”

“Amazing,” Tim says appreciatively, “thanks Dick.”

Jason appeared to be more weary of the situation. “Any idea who this guy is? Name, number, nationality? You weren’t followed right?”

Dick shakes his head. “None. I’ve never seen him before. And no,” he sounds indigent now, “I was not followed. I know what I’m doing. Let’s eat and spilt what we have, for now and for later.”

They end eating the bread rolls filled with some sandwich fillings Dick had brought, they share a couple bottles of water between them, a couple fruit pots and the chocolate bar. Feeling ravenous Tim practically inhales his bread roll before forcing himself to slow down, he hasn’t eaten this well in weeks. When he glances at the other two they seem to be in a similar state, trying to enjoy the food and not finish it all at once. Who knows when they’ll next get to eat properly.

After finishing their meal they work to spilt the items into the two old and worn backpacks they have. It’s best to pack now so if they need to move quickly for whatever reason it’ll just be a case of grab and go without losing everything they’ve collected.

That evening they spend the time entertaining themselves, talking, sharing stories or simply sitting in silence as night time arrives and plunges their little hideout into darkness. When night falls Tim calls it a day and settles down in his corner where a blanket and jacket are spread out, the blanket covers himself and provides cushioning from the floor and the jacket is a makeshift pillow. The last time he slept in an actual bed must’ve been before he lived on the streets over a year ago, by now he's forgotten what it feels like. After some tossing and turning and listening to the whispers of Dick and Jason talking Tim falls into a pitiful sleep.

He wakes up to the world shaking and Jason swearing up a storm. Bleary and disoriented Tim scrambles up to his knees, he slips on the jacket he had been using as a pillow and looks around. It’s light inside their hideout, a light orange colour filling up the space to show the start of the sunrise, however the rich colour was ruined by the walls shaking and pieces of debris falling from the ceiling.

“What the fuck!” Jason screams out. He yells again and ducks away from the hideout’s entrance. Dick is crouched near him looking as frantic as Jason.

Doing his best to ignore the shaking, Tim gets to his feet and stumbles to the men, he attempts to peer out of the entrance to see what's going on for himself but he’s stopped when Dick pulls Tim behind him, shielding him. Tim grips onto Dick’s arm, concerned and confused. “What’s going on? What’s happening?”

Dick looks over his shoulder, his expression grim. “We’re being attacked. Stymphalian birds have found us and are attacking the building. They’re pushing their way through the concrete trying to get to us.”

A loud screech from outside could be heard and before Tim could even react Dick is shouting and tackling him away from the entrance, the elder uses his body to protect Tim as they crash to the floor. When they right themselves Tim sees metallic feathers now inside their hideout, long and bronze feathers that the birds had thrown through the gap.

Tim gasps. “Holy shit.” He turns to Dick with a wide eyed look. “What do we do?”

Shaking his head Dick looks lost, “I have no idea? Jason?”

“Shit!” They peer over to find the other man jumping back and narrowly avoiding the birds talons as they start to squeeze through the entrance. Their makeshift door is holding them back for now but they’re squeezing through the gaps where the door doesn’t quite fit the hole.

“I don’t know either. We can’t stay in here because we’ll be trapped but we’ll get mauled the moment we open that entrance.”

The walls shake again and the birds screech. They each cover their heads as more debris and dust falls down on top of them.

“We don’t have the weaponry to fight them either,” Dick comments, glancing around their hideout, “we’re sitting ducks.”

Tim’s mind is frantic. He’s trying to come up with a solution but nothing comes to mind. He doesn't know how to kill them and as Dick unhelpfully pointed out they don’t have the right weapons to fight off something attacking them like this. Tim has a retractable shield, while somewhat helpful it doesn't stop the birds from attacking him from behind. Jason has a few small daggers on his person and Dick has a couple escrima sticks. None of what they have will do lasting damage and certainly not enough so they could escape.

The birds screech again before the sound completely cuts out and everything goes quiet. It’s eerily silent for several beats and the three of them all share a glance in question and confusion as they wonder what’s going on. That’s when shouts, human shouts, could be heard followed by pained squawks and shrieks. The birds that had been attacking their hideout seems to have disappeared but there’s still commotion going on outside the building.

Jason makes a move to open up the entrance, risking the chance to get a glimpse to what is going on, but before he could grasp the handle the entrance door is suddenly yanked open and the three of them stumble back in surprise. Unexpectedly a blonde girl appears, her hair frazzled and her expression wide eyed and frantic. She peers into their hideout, taking in them and their surroundings before she’s jerking her head. “C’mon, grab your stuff and let’s go.”

Tim frowns and looks at Dick and Jason who look just as confused as he feels, none of them move for a moment but it’s in that time the girl is back now appearing exasperated by their behaviour.

“Look I get it, you don’t know me, why would you trust me, but it’s simple really. It’s either me or the birds; take your pick.”

Then she’s gone again.

“We don’t have a choice really, do we?” Tim comments, making a move to grab a rucksack from the side.

Dick moves to grab the other bag and shoulders it. He shakes his head. “Not really but be alert. We have no idea what's going on or why. Jay?”

Jason huffs but seems to be resigned. “I don’t like it but I like the idea of those birds even less. At the first sign of trouble we run and ditch okay.”

They all nod in agreement and climb out of their hideout for what would most likely be for the last time. As he leaves a sense of sadness washes over him, this hideout has been home for a month to two, the longest one since he's lived on the streets, it’s sad to be leaving.

Any sentiment thoughts completely vanish as soon as he stands on the street because the scene he steps into is one he had not been expecting. At the end of the alleyway the birds are there, screeching away and diving down at two others who are fighting them off with what look like proper weapons. A girl had a long spear in her hands, she was jabbing and taking swings at the monstrous creatures while her companion, a dark skinned male, appeared to be shooting beams of light from his hands and is burning the birds any time they get close.

“C’mon, this way!”

Tim’s broken out of the trance he had fallen into while watching the pair expertly fight the birds by the blonde girl. She’s standing at the other end of the alleyway next to a jeep and is waving the trio over.

After a moment of hesitation Dick and Jason start that way however Tim hovers behind, watching the other two continue to fight the birds. It’s only when one of the birds decide to take a dive at him, away from the fight, that he gets his ass into gear.

Taking off in a sprint Tim heads for the car with the bird screeching right behind him. As his feet pound against the floor he hears a shout of “dive left” and he lets his instincts take over. Dropping to the floor he rolls to the left and narrowly avoids the birds talons. As the bird goes to sweep back up that’s when it’s pierced through the body with a razor sharp spear. It’s wings stutter for moment before it drops down to the floor with a solid thump and promptly dies.

When the bird stops twitching Tim fights the feeling of nausea inside his stomach and scrambles to his feet to continue sprinting to the jeep. Once there he's immediately ushered into the vehicle by Jason and finally all three of them are inside in the car with the blonde at the steering wheel, she wastes no time in starting up the engine and booking it out of the alleyway.

“Wait!” Tim exclaims. “What about the others? You can’t just leave them!”

The blonde doesn't pay him much attention, keeping her focus on the road in front of her. “They’ll catch up. There's another car waiting for them. You three were the priority.”

“And what does that mean exactly?” Jason questions suspiciously. He leans forward from the backseat and glares at the blonde. “Who are you and where are you taking us?”

The girl huffs and meets Jason’s gaze through the mirror. “You’ll find out soon enough. Just trust me, you’re safe and you’ll get answers soon.”

“That isn’t good enough-”

“Jason.”

At Dick’s tone Jason huffs and glares at the man before rolling his eyes and slumping back in his seat grumbling unhappily. Tim watches him for a moment before looking at Dick in the front seat who appears to be switching his gaze between the road in front of them and the girl at the steering wheel. Tim doesn't know what’s going through his head but he’s glad he’s not alone in this. Jason and Dick are here so hopefully things will work out and if not they’ll be together to escape whatever it is they’re headed too.

It turns out they’re headed to a giant mansion in the middle of nowhere. They’ve been driving for about an hour outside the city before the girl, whose name they learn is Steph, turns off the main road into some country lanes before finally pulling up to an over exaggerated size of a drive way which loops around a water fountain and everything.  

The mansion is a huge and historic building, probably dating back centuries and the gardens surrounding the building are well maintained. Steph stops the car at the bottom of a huge staircase that leads to the front door of the building. “C’mon,” she says undoing her seatbelt and climbing out of the vehicle, “you’ll get your answers soon enough.”

The three of them hesitate to follow. From the front seat Dick looks over his shoulder at Tim and Jason, sharing a dubious look. “We stick together and run at the first sign of trouble. I have no idea what she wants but her and the others did save us from the birds so…” He trails off but doesn’t seem to believe his own words.

The three of them soon climb out of the vehicle then and as they gather at the bottom of the stairway they look up to see Steph talking to a tall man and child. The man switches his focus between Steph as she talks, her hands waving around animatedly, and them at the bottom of the stairs. The child on the other hand glowers at them without remorse.

After a few moments Dick lets out a gasp and a quiet “oh my god.” Both Tim and Jason whip their heads to the eldest in alarm.

“What is it?” Tim asks concerned. What if Dick’s just worked out this is trap? What did he see?

His answer Tim wouldn’t have ever guessed. “That’s the man who gave me the money yesterday.”

“Holy shit.” Tim curses, he looks back up at the man and the still glowering child. “That can’t be a coincidence surely.”

“Probably not no,” Jason says eyeing the place with speculation, “maybe giving Dick money was just the start of things. He followed us and when got attacked he saw an opportunity to help save us under the disguise of rescuing us only to bring us here to capture us instead.”

“For now just stay alert, we don’t know what he wants.”

The three of them wait at the bottom apprehensively for several more moments until the man and Steph to finish talking. Together they descend the staircase and only stop once on the floor with them. Now the trio could see the man clearly, he’s taller than Dick but shorter than Jason, he’s got a similar board build as Jason does but he’s clearly older with stubble on his face, lines across his forehead and combed back black hair. He's wearing smart attire that consists of a white shirt and black slacks and dress shoes.

The man’s blue eyes linger on the three of them and Tim gets the instant uneasy feeling of being analysed which he doesn’t appreciate from a stranger. The feeling only increases when the man talks.

“I know this must be confusing for you three and I understand you’ll have questions. I wanted this meeting to be under different circumstances but here we are now. Please know that you are safe here, it’s warded from anything and every creature dangerous to our kind. Why don’t we go inside to talk further.”

The man and Steph makes a move to go up the stairs but Tim, and the others don’t make a move to follow. The whole situation seems surreal, they can’t trust what's happening right now.

“You gave me that money with intention didn’t you?” Dick asks, his gaze firm and piercing the man. “That wasn't the first time you saw me either.”

The man pauses and seems to regard Dick for a moment before he’s shaking his head. “No. I’ve seen you perform a few times in different locations of the city. I wanted to be sure before approaching you.”

“Be sure of what?” Jason questions sharply. “That he was a demigod? Or that he was the right guy for whatever it is you have planned? We’re not buying this whole innocent act…”

The man turns his gaze on Jason, almost challenging him with the way he straightens up and keeps eye contact. “I don’t expect you to believe it, I understand that you can’t and won’t trust me or my family yet. That’s why I would like to talk to you. Now please, come inside.”

Without further ado he climbs up the steps without looking back. When he reaches the top he talks to the child still standing there and he leads the kid inside with a hand on his back. Steph stays at the bottom hovering stiffly. She opens her mouth to say something but seems to think better of it because she soon shakes her head and climbs the steps.

Still feeling uncomfortable, Tim takes the leap and follows Steph up the stairs, once he gets moving Dick and Jason follow behind him. This is either going to turn out to be really bad or something unexpected.

The inside of the building is just as, if not more, grand than the outside. Incredible features decorate the foyer, it’s in fact overwhelming to see it all at once. Tim doesn’t know where to look and stepping on the rich red carpet makes him feel like he’s committing a crime. Before he gets the chance to attempt to absorb his surroundings a voice is calling out directing him into a large room which Tim could guess is a family room, perhaps a smaller version of one at least. Inside there’s a few couches and loveseats, cabinets, a TV and bookcases line the walls, alongside that there’s an open fire and warm blankets and cushions. The coffee table in front of the couches is full of different bowls of snacks.

The kid and Steph are sharing one of the two couches while the man stands in the centre of the room. When Tim and his brothers enter he gestures for them to take a seat. They hesitate for a moment before Dick takes Tim’s hand and drags him to the other sofa, coincidentally the seat where they can see both the window and the door. Jason moves to stand behind them.

It falls silent and they stare at the man waiting for him to explain what the fuck is going on, surprisingly however Steph breaks the silence first. “Duke and Cass are almost back. No injures and they managed defeat the birds.”

“Thanks Stephanie.” He says and then turns to the trio. “I realise I haven’t introduced myself, I’m Bruce Wayne. You know Stephanie, and this is my son Damian. Cassandra and Duke are two others you would have met earlier.” He gestures to the kid who is still glaring at them. Tim scowls back not liking this kid’s attitude, he then scolds himself because he shouldn’t get wound up over a ten year old’s behaviour.

“That’s great,” Jason snarks, “now tell us why you brought us here.”

If Jason’s sharp demand irritates Bruce the man doesn't show it. He simply nods once in acceptance. “As soon as I saw you performing on the streets and I knew there was something different about you, just yesterday I manged to confirm you were in fact a demigod.”

Dick sounds both weary and suspicious when he asks, “how did you find out?” In his peripheral Tim sees Dick hand come to rest on his thigh, a place Tim knew where his stamp is.

A stamp is something every demigod has and is born with; it’s mark on the skin to show who their godly parent is. Every god has a different design, no bigger than a person’s palm, and every child born of that god has the same one, although it may appear on different parts of the body. Dick’s is on his right thigh, Jason’s is on the inside of his left ankle and Tim’s own is on his right shoulder. It’s a clear declaration that that person is in fact a demigod and who their parent is.

Dick must be thinking Bruce might have seen his stamp. Impossible considering Dick only ever wears trousers.

“It was your aura.” Bruce tells them. “When you were performing you were using your power, that’s how you manged to capture everyone’s attention, intentionally or not, because of this when I got close enough to give you the money I saw your aura, your power. That confirmed it. After that I began planning a way to approach you without making you feel like you were cornered however when we picked up signals there was an attack of Stymphalian birds in the city, it was coincidence they happened to be attacking you.”

His eyes drift from Dick to Tim and Jason behind them. “I didn’t make the connection it was you until Steph called to say she had three of you on the way here. The birds come from Ares, he only attends to attack his own offspring, as a way to challenge them, which means one of you is one of his.” His gaze lingers on Jason longer than Tim, telling them he knows exactly who it is.

Behind him Jason grumbles underneath his breath and Tim restrains himself from laughing. It was a nice feeling to break up the constant tension he’s been in since he got rudely woken up that morning.

Before anyone could say anything more two more people appeared in the room. They greet Bruce cheerfully and give him a quick rundown of what happened earlier before they settle themselves on the spare loveseats available. Tim figures this must be Cassandra and Duke, the ones they left behind to deal with the birds.

“You still haven’t explained why you brought us here.” Tim comments frowning at the group gathered. They don’t seem to be hostile towards them, the exception being the kid who is still glaring. “Not that we don’t appreciate your help, so thank you, but why are we here? You’re clearly demigods, but so what? Aren’t we all just in more danger the more of us there are together.”

“No. As I mentioned earlier this place is warded, consider it a safe haven for demigods.” Bruce explains with apparent never-ending patience.

“You’re here because I would like to help keep you safe, that’s why I spent a long time working out if you were a demigod or not. My intention was to speak to you and offer you a place here anyway, you being attacked removed that stage. I help keep demigods safe and help find them other safe havens if they wish to not stay here. I can help you to learn how to control your powers, help you to learn to fight and wield weapons, and simply to provide food, water and shelter.”

It's a wonderful idea Tim thinks to himself, the idea of being able to live somewhere without fear or without concerns about their next meal or really any concerns at all, even not being attacked. But. It’s too good to be true.

Glancing at his brothers he can tell they’re thinking the same thing. Dick turns to Tim and sends him a tight smile, he reaches over and grabs Tim’s hand, squeezing it in comfort.

“Why haven’t we heard of this before, safe havens for demigods?” Jason asks still sounding sceptical. When Tim glances at him his brother is sporting a frown with his arms crossed defensively over his chest.

His question makes sense though, out of the three of them Jason’s been on the streets the longest, ever since he was a young boy, the amount of things he’s witnessed in that time is almost endless, if anyone would have heard about a safe haven it would be Jason.

“We tend to keep it quiet. Only between ourselves and other havens. While it’s warded pretty well it’s not indestructible if a god or gods decide to attack then we would be in trouble.” Bruce looked troubled himself in admitting that, Tim honestly respects him a little for that, he’s enough of a leader to be able to identify and admit a weakness.

Behind him Jason huffs clearly not believing the explanation but he doesn't comment on it again.

The room lapses into an uncomfortable silence. Tim, Dick and Jason are still feeling uneasy about the situation they’ve found themselves in, it doesn’t help they have five pairs of unfamiliar eyes on them, observing them and every move they make. When it becomes clear they won’t be questioning Bruce anymore or there’s nothing left to be said the man speaks up again.

“I’m not expecting it but perhaps you three can stay the day and night, we have plenty of guest bedrooms, and then you can let me know what you think. You don’t have to stay here, you’re welcome to go to a different safe haven or instead you’re welcome to return back to the city.”

Jason mutters a comment about leaving there and then, how there’s no decision to be made, but Dick looks more thoughtful on the matter. He speaks up for the three of them. “We’ll be grateful for your hospitality for the day and night, thank you. We’ll need to talk about it between ourselves and perhaps we can talk to some of you about it as well, to gain different perspectives.”

The others in the room nod in agreement, as usual Damian glares at them, Tim’s now beginning to wonder if his face is just permanently stuck like that. Jason swears at Dick underneath his breath and Tim sends him a tight smile. He can’t help but admit he is curious about the place, how it works and why it exists. He became an orphan because he was attacked in his own home, he now can’t imagine living somewhere where it’s almost completely safe.

“If you have any questions don’t hesitate to ask me,” Bruce says, he starts heading for the door, “I’ll be in my office if you need me. The kids will be more than happy to show you around and what this place is all about.”

With that Bruce leaves the room. It’s only seconds later that Damian gets up and also leaves, good riddance, Tim thinks, the kid was starting to piss him off. His attention is clearly averted however when Steph lets out an excited sound.

“Oh! Let’s do a house tour! This place is insane and overwhelming, especially the first time you see it.”

The blonde eagerly gets up and darts out of the room, sprouting off things about different rooms and what they can do. The other two, Duke and Cass take their time. Duke officially introduces himself and somehow immediately strikes up a conversation with Jason, Cass quietly and politely nods at them before gesturing Dick and Tim to follow her as she heads for the door, only steps behind where Duke and Jason are beginning to walk. Tim shares a look with Dick to which the elder merely shrugs and sends him a small grin, together they get up and leave the room, embracing themselves for the unknown.

#Batfam Week 2023 #Day five #Demigod AU #Batfam #bat bros #Tim Drake #Jason Todd #dick grayson #Stephanie Brown #bruce wayne #duke thomas #cassandra cain #angst #humour #fights #greek mythology #greek gods #protective siblings #rescue mission #alternate universe #this was fun to write #I went Athens back along and I got inspired #I got carried away #fanfiction

[m0tel6mxzzy]

monet and luna aren’t getting the development they deserve bc the writers are having trouble distributing between julien and audrey as the focus w reference to max and aki and obie and it’s getting very annoying literally half way into the season 2 and almost zero development for either of them.

i honestly think there’s too many characters tbh and there there’s a way it could work but that means julien who’s character progression has already been established isn’t getting more screentime then luna and monet who get very minimal of their own arcs outside her, and everything learned about monet and luna having some sort of involvement with julien or max and it’s for the most part centered on julien and max.

we literally know everything there is to know about julien and max because they’ve actually been given arcs in s1. we can’t learn anything abt monet and luna if it’s solely thru julien and max and they are never given their own individual scenes as characters

julien and audrey have also had so much of the show centered around them if im being honest although i believe audrey has grown while julien has regressed. and why are the teachers getting more screentime and development than luna who’s a main promoted in the series. i also know more about kate and the other teachers lives than i do luna and monet as complex characters outside their mean girl personas it’s grating at this point and u have to search their wikis sometimes just to get as much information as what’s been revealed abt audrey and julien

#monet de haan #luna la #ggrb #gghbo

[maschotch]

Nah nah nah nah bc I NEED to know what hotch's deal was with fire related cases??????? HE WAS ALWAYS WAY MORE EMOTIONAL IF IT WAS A FIRE BUT THEY NEVER DID ANYTHING WITH IT SO WHATS THE DEAL WITH THAT HUH?? there were at least 3 separate episodes w/ fire plots, all pretty far apart from each other, and he had pretty much the same reaction to each of them that isn't a coincidence like you know the writers did that on purpose I just wish they gave us more info abt it. ALSO I wish the team like cared more???? BC it's pretty obvious that he gets way more antsy during these cases are you telling me no one notices????? Such a wasted opportunity for more character interactions and I'll never forgive them for constantly depriving us of this. I miss Gideon.

ok but fr?? bc it goes unmentioned by eeeeeveryone except gideon and unnoticed by eeeeeeveryone at the bau (except emily in that one ep but they still kinda hated each other so she didnt say shit and just kinda forgot about it, and derek in that other ep but only in the “im gonna act upset and blame hotch for his problems bc idk how to address my own fears/concerns/trauma when it comes to the way i care about the lowkey-suicidal kinda-father-figure bc i have problems” way) which is insane to me considering they’re all profilers?? i think it’s partly bc they unknowingly avoid profiling hotch (either out of respect or discomfort) and partly bc they’ve grown complacent taking hotch’s usual stoicism and “unmovable object” energy for granted as a permanent, impermeable pillar in their lives, almost to the point where they dehumanize him. they don’t like questioning their grounding anchor’s potential for weaknesses bc they depend on his unshakable solidity for their own emotional wellbeing. it’s much easier to intentionally overlook his humanity when they use his unflappability for their own emotional recalibration. which is fucked up for hotch? he’s really gotta play the part of the cool collected unit chief at all times. but then, he’s already used to putting his emotional problems on the back burner. ANYWAY thats just my excuse for why NO ONE FUCKING SAYS ANYTHING ABOUT IT EVER

it’s subtle—bc most interesting things ab hotch are vague at best—but he really does act different during cases involving fire. he’s on edge, distracted, less patient, snippy, or vulnerable in uncharacteristic ways. saying “i wish the writers had given us more ab hotch’s backstory” is redundant at best, but all these hints painting a picture of tragedy makes me want to know mooooore. like.. what were they thinking?? did the writers have anything specific in mind or were they content w ambiguity? it really seems like such a waste, especially when he’s clearly had an apparently very busy life. southern mom, distant younger brother, an abusive father who died in at least three different ways, coin collector, theater kid, troubled teenager, boarding school, apprehension towards fire, following his father’s footsteps and becoming a very successful lawyer, getting bored of that and joining the fbi, working as an ambassador’s security detail, working overseas, networking across a variety of positions in every place imaginable, somehow finding time for swat training and becoming a sharpshooter, joining the bau in record time, being the bau’s encyclopedia of random shit before reid comes around, carrying the responsibility of the team on his back while gideon recuperates… there’s just.. so much they offhandedly mention he’s done without ever really exploring any of it in further detail. it’s frustrating!! give my boy a proper backstory!!

anyway im rambling lol i forgot what we were fucking talking about but YEAHHHHHH HOTCH AND FIRE

#gideon supremacy!!! #nothing i love quite as much as gideon and hotch’s fucked up little relationship of mutually unrequited father-son projecting #asks

[theyumeconnoisseur]

FOR THE ASK GAME!! 📝 for both souma and adonis maybe? I wanna know the lore 👀

OK SO. I have a fair amount of lore for my s/i but I’ll try to restrain myself to focus on the actual ask. Also talking about my s/i in third person since that’s how I often think of him despite considering him to be me :p also would like to add my f/o’s and I are in a polycule but I’ll mostly focus on souma and Adonis here :3

Basically silver in what would in the Netherlands be 2nd or 3rd year here (still debating the specific year) get an accidental scholarship from yumenosaki and decides “eh school is going Bad here might as well accept” and after getting his stamp of approval from his parents, moves to Japan with his younger sister (I’ve had a habit of giving my s/i’s a younger sister from when I was a kid who wanted a younger sister and now it’s just a part of the Lore) but since he doesn’t know any Japanese 2 people who do have languages in common with him were assigned to help him, specifically Adonis and mizuki (who I. Might elaborate about in a different post)

Now silver may not know a lot of Japanese however. He did take Arabic lessons when we was younger, though he is a bit rusty as it’s been a few years (fun fact! This was based off real life. The difference is I actually sucked at it irl and only remember a few words that overlap with Urdu lol) and mizuki being half pakistani herself can also speak Urdu so the silver can communicate with both of them, with a bit of trouble but he befriends them this way. Also would like to add this is like, pre-war during the war i’d say, he did try to stay fairly distant but he did end up a bit involved since many of his friends were. Anyways. Once he learns more Japanese he still sticks to Adonis and mizuki a lot (and ends up forming a unit with mizuki as well) and befriends souma! They all do realize they’re feelings for eachother close to the end of the war but agree that it’s not the best time to start dating and put it off until the dust has settled especially considering souma and Adonis’ units being kind of on opposing sides (? I think?)

The four of them (mizuki being included) started dating shortly after the new school year began in ! Era, silver heard of the producer course being opened and asked to join both courses as he thought it would be good to have a back up plan. (He does help with behind the scene work but prefers to stay quiet with his involvement which is part of why anzu is still considered everyone’s producer) The teachers agree and so silver is in both courses, and later in !! Era becomes an idol for newdi in his and mizuki’s unit (I still have not thought of a name for it) and a producer for rythlin! He mainly produces undead and ra*bits, while mizuki also produces Akatsuki :3. In !-era they’re still a hit awkward in the relationship but in !!-era they’ve all grown more confident and are a bit more affectionate in public, though not much, or at least not in public :3.

#silver.talks #🐻 #🗡️ #selfship lore #silver.lore #Saku asks #this ended up being. a bit longer than I thought #still have to flesh out the meeting and relationship start but I think this is enough for now #ask game answers #thank you for the ask!!

[adamwatchesmovies]

TMNT (2007)

While I didn't enjoy this film, that doesn't mean you won't. No matter what I say, the people involved in this project did it: they actually made a movie. That's something to be applauded. With that established...

In some ways, TMNT is a better film than the previous live-action installments in the series. Unfortunately, it still suffers from major shortcomings. This makes it less fun than even the worst of the ‘90s adventures because there’s nothing nostalgic about it and no elements that are so bad they can be kind of fun despite themselves. This movie is doomed to obscurity - theatrical release or no theatrical release.

3,000 years ago, a warlord named Yaotl opened a portal whose energies granted him immortality but turned his four trusted generals to stone. The portal also unleashed 13 monsters into our world - previews of the army the portal would unleash the next time someone opened it. In present day, Leonardo (voiced by James Arnold Taylor), Raphael (voiced by Nolan North), Michelangelo (voiced by Mikey Kelley) and Donatello (voiced by Mitchell Whitfield) have grown apart. Leonardo has been sent away to South America to train and his brothers have either taken on mundane jobs or become masked vigilantes. When Yaotl resurrects his generals and begins gathering the monsters with the help of the Foot Clan, it can only mean trouble for New York and its shell-wearing protectors.

While there’s a certain charm to the old Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movies and their practical special effects, making the next chapter in the series an animated film was a good idea. It gives the characters freedoms they never had before and they're the most expressive they've ever been. Too bad they have nothing interesting to say and the plot is a complete mess. There’s just way too much going on here. Why 13 monsters to collect to open up the portal? Eight of them are captured during a montage and the turtles only interact with three of them, making that number way excessive. In fact, why are there monsters in the movie at all? Isn’t a villain that's trying to open up this portal to a dimension of demons with his four granite warriors - none of which get more than a handful of lines - enough?

Let's examine this story deeper. The portal only opens up once every 3,000 when the stars align, and only if the creatures are arranged in a circle. Yaotl sure was dragging his feet gathering them then, wasn’t he? They’ve been around for longer than Christianity and he’s gotten exactly NOTHING done before the plot kicks in. Thankfully, the monsters are - for reasons that are never made clear - hanging out in New York city, waiting to be scooped up like Pokémon. This entire plot is so muddy and so full of holes you just don’t care about any of it.

Not helping are the titular heroes. Splinter (voiced by Mako) has sent Leonardo away to train to be a better leader. Did he really need to go to a different continent to do this? Speaking of bad ideas, the “Nightwatcher” subplot makes NO SENSE. Raphael has been wearing a disguise and sneaking out at night to fight crime. Why? The turtles live in secrecy in the city's sewer tunnels. He has no civilian identity to protect. The disguise fools no one anyway - well, except his brothers, who take forever to put two and two together. As if the huge humanoid with three fingers and a big shell on his back jumping around doing martial arts wouldn’t be immediately recognized by them. And if he is going around fighting crime as a vigilante… so what? The turtles have always been vigilantes! So is their friend Casey Jones (voiced by Chris Evans)!

Once again, the plot centers solely on Leonardo and Raphael, with the other two turtles given nothing to do. You’d think with the years of comics and television series, someone would’ve figured out a way to give everyone involved some task crucial to defeating the villains. Donnie could hack into a security system, April (voiced by Sarah Michelle Gellar) could gather intelligence or put on a disguise, Mickey and Casey could distract the guards, that kind of thing. No. We get hammered by themes of family and brotherhood over and over but all the siblings do is argue until the final act when they finally put their differences aside. None of it is any fun, and certainly not with the quality of the jokes we're subjected to. The entire picture only contains one funny moment, which makes the brisk 87 minutes feel like an entire season of a TV show you’ve been forced to sit through.

Despite all my criticisms, I must admit that an 11-year-old who loves the ninja turtles would probably love this movie because the ridiculous story seriously (too seriously, I’d say) and feigns a grim and gritty theme throughout. Nothing about the story or visuals will date TMNT like its predecessors but it’s hard to imagine anyone fondly looking back at this 2007 film. (March 26, 2021)

#TMNT #Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles #movies #films #movie reviews #film reviews #Kevin Munroe #Chris Evans #Sarah Michelle GEllar #Mako Iwamatsu #Kevin Smith #Patrick Stewart #Ziyi Zhang #Laurence Fishburne #2007 movies #2007 films

[whatyouseeiswhatyou]

i miss when i was a good story teller. i would have even my biggest baddest bullies hanging off the edge of their seats tryna listen to a scary story i just so happened to think of. i could make up anything on the spot. stories of demons and wicked twins and girls on lost journeys. i had them all looking at me as if i wasn’t  the same little girl they just finished tearing apart for wearing sneakers from payless. their eyes would get all big and sparkly and as i looked back at them with their attention in my grasp, i saw the itty bitty small kids they all really were. they would all spout such grown-up words with such grown-up voices but at the end of the day they were still children and children love a good scary story. and on them days where i felt like using my voice to frighten, i too had a grown-up voice on. but the difference was that i wasn’t mimicking mine, no, i was born with it. i was born with a voice that was enticing and deep and loud with an adjustable boom. i didn’t need to practice mine, i didn’t need to try mines on to see if it fit inside my mouth. all i had to do was feel the story crawling at my uvula and the voice would speak without a command. and the stories would pour. i had little black boys jumping out of their seats crying, telling me to stop. that my stories were too much. not tough no more aint ya? i’d scrunch my face up all crazy-like, showing them how the evilness would look in person and they would be silent, just watching and gripping the straps of their bookbags with sweaty hands. sometimes i wonder why i even told my stories to them kids. they didn’t deserve them, but i also didn’t care to write them down no more. writing them down got me phone calls telling my mama that im a behavioral issue and sessions with the school counselor. i wonder if those kids would go back to their mommies and daddies telling them about all the weird shit the lite-brite girl had to say at school as they stopped to pick up their dinner at mac donalds. they would conveniently leave out the part where they touched her parts that they believed belonged to them and pulled at her hair. you know how kids are, they scared of getting in trouble. they don’t want you to know that they’ve been playing grown-up when they should have been learning how to tie their own shoes and that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell. 

story telling was my super power. but i inherited it from my father. my father could have the whole room cracking up. it didn’t matter if you liked him or not, you had to admit that he was good at it. he used his whole body when he spoke. when his hat came off and them big timberland boots did a mighty stomp on our worn wooden floors, you just knew the story was about to get good. he’d put on a show and god knew i wanted, no needed, a power like that. when the family would come over and the adults shooed all the kids into my room, i always left the door open just enough so i could hear. my back would be facing the door and id have all my dolls out in front of me. cousins on the bed watching fresh prince and Cosby, but id be listening to my father tell stories of robbery and companionship and lost love and the unholy south. there was always a lesson at the end of my fathers stories. always something for my family members to take back home with them, and for the ones that stayed the night, it would be kept under their pillows as they slept. his stories left you tingling, as if you finally figured out what was missing from the pot. my father did magic with his voice, he always knew where to put the joke, when to get you jumping out of your seat with laughter. i knew this gift of his was not stolen nor mimicked, he was born with it and when his seed joined with my mamas egg, the gift grew a little bigger and broke off a piece of itself and that piece was given to me. 

now im 20 years old, sitting in an apartment filled with girls who don’t look like me in Binghamton, New York and i got my phone propped up on a large tub of half eaten peanut butter, tryna tell Instagram a story. im stuttering, can’t think straight, the words aren’t wording. my mind can’t seem to figure out where the story started and how we gon get to the ending of it. where did my gift go? was i only good at telling scary stories? why am i not using my body no more? is i self conscious? you can’t be worried about looking cute when you telling a good story. as i look into the mirror and see all of my expression lines, i am reminded of the stories i use to tell. when i speak in my normal vernacular i hear my grandma and my father and my mother and my tías and my uncles and my cousins and with all that mixed together i hear jade. but i wanna hear that deep, enticing, bass booming gift from god again. i wanna leave the room feeling and knowing that i left everyone with a lesson, with a good story. 

#222

[fancylanceypants]

It’s problematic bitch night I guess, so here’s another troubled fuck 😂🖤✨

⚠️ Suicide Mention ⚠️

Sooo this is Fenris and he’s a whole giant oak tree of a mess 😂🖤✨ His father is my boy Tore and his mom doesn’t deserve to be named, but her species is like… A whole race I created of demon-type monsters that all embody a phobia (hence why Fenris looks like a weird jr, it’s because he’s a mixed boy 😂🖤) The phobia that Fenris embodies is actually more abstract, but it’s autophobia, which is the fear of being isolated or alone. Fenris was not conceived ✨consensually✨ and, once born, had to stay with his abusive mother, until he eventually was dumped and lived behind a grocery store (that way he could at least eat what they had to throw out 🥺). Thankfully, Tore was able to find him and took him home. However, this boy is a (understandably) very traumatized boy and thinks of himself as lower than the dirt and the worms 😂🖤 Although, trauma or not, genetically he was kind of set up to struggle. He struggles immensely with self harm and being very suicidal 🥴 He is an active risk, at that, it’s not passive lol. He’s kind of impulsive and I think that’s where the problem lies 😂 BuuuUUT ANYWAY!! To brush over some things, he used to be very close with Wilu, but they’ve grown apart some. Wilu still tries to check in on him often, but he’s a busy guy 😔 He tries his best though lol. But he figures he’s in good hands because Fenris is actually in a relationship with @the-blueberry-jellyfish’s Winston, who does his best to take care of the boy lol, ,, It’s a hard job taking care of a self destructive sky scraper but he is good at his job 😂🖤 But lol no Fr, they love each other very much, ,, Fenny cannot even explain how much love he has in his soul for Winston, ,, Tore also kinda helicopter parents him a bit even though he’s grown now 😂🖤 He’s been in a dark place himself and he just wants his son boy to not be so sad ): He also loves his new adoptive mother Myrica, who is Tore’s partner, and she does her best to help him out too 🥺 It takes a village I guess 😂🖤 BuuUUT ANYWAY. That’s Fenris and I care him and he’s also only in the one rp/universe 😂🖤

#Do I even tag this as dbz becaaauussee I mean he’s 1/2 jr but 😂🖤✨ #art #my art #digital art #oc #my oc #original character #fc #my fc #Fenris #He’s so stupid tall but he’s just a little guy with terrible posture desperately trying to make himself smaller 😂🖤 #He’s just a baby…. 🤏🏻 #Hold him and tell him he deserves to see the sun rise tomorrow 😂🖤

[talesofourworlds]

Your Character in Five Quotes

( repost, do not reblog. )

Tell us your favorite quotes from your character. Give us an idea of who they are by five things they’ve said. Then tag your friends.

"Ah, so this is the end, huh? Farewell, my dear fans the world over."

"Ya know, out for a forest stroll, takin' in the nature..."

"What sorta face do ya mean? Must be some poor sap with a pretty ugly mug."

"I didn't think I cared that much about livin', but before I knew it, I was waist deep in all this. If I have ta be done in by you guys here, well, there are worse ways I could go."

"Cut him a little slack, now. Facin' down challenges like that is part of becomin' a man. Not ta mention he saved our butts."

"Of course I know you! Maybe I didn't before, but I definitely do now! I know you so well it hurts!"

"You've 'got me'? 'Give up'? Just who do you think you're talking to? Save your threats for after you've tasted my blade!"

"You're right. That's why I'm going with you. Don't think you're the only one who's suffering."

"But I also knew what they called me behind my back. 'The head of the dollhouse of Valens.' From the very beginning, no one thought I could carry on the duties of my House. And it was then that I realized. My whole life, I would be Chloe Valens. No matter where I went, or what I did, I couldn't escape the curse of my name or my blood."

"Just... let me just stay here like this... for a little while..."

"Someday, when we're grown up, let's change this country. Change it so that no one has to be poor. Change it so war never happens."

"I didn't say that because you were a princess. Your birth doesn't matter. Just do what you can."

"Well said. I will make those words your last, replica!"

"It looks like I had a little trouble... the rest is up to you..."

"Go! ...We can't change this country together if you're always moping around!"

Tagged by: No one, I'm just doing it again because it's fun.

Tagging: Whoever!

#ooc #A Weed Tryin' to Bloom (Raven) #Seeking Victory (Chloe) #Crimson Pride (Asch)