#I'm pretty sure that'd be the ship name
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disappointed missing fearless
Cut for weird alien biology kinky porn but mostly just for length. Also, I don't know if there's an actual established ship name for Slobo/Kon but this is technically from a YJ polyam fic either way, so idk if it actually matters right now, hah.
Pretty sure I posted at least some of this excerpt before, but this SHOULD be the extended edition.
"The Boy Wonder just had to be our token straight," Kon grumbles, folding his arms. Which is whatever, fine, preferences are preferences and the dude's still his friend and he would still very literally die either for him or on his say-so, but is the idea of letting Kon go down on him every now and then and maybe also making out a little somewhere in there really that unappealing? Like, seriously?
Bats are the freaking worst.
"What's it matter?" Slobo asks, wrinkling his nose at him.
"I mean, it doesn't matter-matter," Kon says with an exasperated sigh. "But also I just want to finally score some dick for once, man, and I still can't actually keep up with Bart's and Suzie only has one when she's in the right mood and Rob's isn't even into me, and I don't wanna go knock over a civilian for it, that's just–"
"And that'd be all the options for dick currently available to your picky ass, yeah," Slobo cuts in dryly, leaning in towards him with a pointed look. Kon turns red.
"Actually I kinda figured you were straight too," he says, glancing sidelong at the guy. "And very solidly monogamous, given all the time that you and Anita spend ignoring the rest of us in favor of rooms with doors that lock."
"We ain't monogamous, she just don't like gettin' interrupted when she's in the mood. Though yeah, you're right about the straight thing," Slobo agrees with a dismissive shrug. "But also, look, I'm Czarnian. Which literally none of you bastiches are. And gonna be frank here, you and Anita got a lot more biological similarities to each other than Anita and a Czarnian chick would, so at this point I don't really give a shit what kind of hole I'm fraggin' so long as whoever it belongs to's got somethin' interestin' to say about the process."
"Huh," Kon says, frowning to himself. "That literally never occurred to me as a thing that might be a thing, actually."
"I mean, what, are you attracted to Branx and Bolovax Vikians and Karnans and Martians?" Slobo snorts dubiously. "Or frell, even Czarnians?"
"Well, just the ones I like, but yeah," Kon says, a little puzzled by the question. They're all sentient species with free will and also he would absolutely let that one very specific Green Lantern just fucking step on him whenever the guy felt like it, so yeah, why wouldn't he be attracted to them? And . . . Kilowog, he's pretty sure said Green Lantern's name is? Kilowog's built like what a brick house wishes it could grow up and be. So Kon would definitely let him step on him. "Is that like . . . weird or something?"
"Galactically speakin', yeah," Slobo says wryly. "Though I guess you're already a hybrid so I probably shoulda expected you to be less discriminatin' than the rest of the universe tends to."
"So what, are you calling me a slut?" Kon snorts. "Like on a genetic level?"
"Depends how many people you've screwed, galactically speakin'," Slobo says.
"Not enough," Kon replies frankly.
"Then yeah, pretty sure you're a slut," Slobo says with another shrug. "Especially if you miss dick bad enough to get in a snit on the couch over it."
". . . I mean, okay, I haven't actually socialized with another dude's dick before," Kon admits grudgingly, making a face. "Unless watching gay porn counts, and to be honest I usually get bored if there's only one style of genitals onscreen so I don't do much of that. Just I just finally figured out that I fucking want dick and my options for getting it are frustratingly limited right now."
"Then wanna actually socialize with mine?" Slobo suggests, which is an approach that Kon appreciates the straightforwardness of. "Seein' as it don't belong to a picky control freak or a hyperactive speedster or someone with a real fraggin' inconvenient tendency to turn intangible when they come."
"Suzie does that?" Kon asks.
"Accordin' to Anita," Slobo replies with a shrug. "And since I trust her with my literal fraggin' life at this point, I'm assumin' this ain't the thing she's picked to lie to me over."
"Huh," Kon says. "Weird, but noted for future reference. And yeah, fuck it, let's socialize. Room with a lock, or . . . ?"
"Naw, give Wonder Girl the chance to walk in on us, she wants to see your indestructible ass get wrecked real bad," Slobo says with a smirk, then sticks with that straightforward approach that Kon so rightly appreciates and immediately yanks his belt open and whips his dick out right there on the couch. It is not remotely proportionate to his build, and Kon definitely means that as a compliment.
"Oh, is that the plan here?" Kon says, as someone whose mouth just went dry and who would also admittedly like to see his indestructible ass get wrecked for once. Like, that's a thing he'd like to get to do before he dies, that's all.
"Damn right it is," Slobo says, smirking wider at him and giving his cock a meaningful squeeze. Kon glances down at it speculatively, wondering exactly how Czarnians fuck. Said cock is currently actively rising to the occasion, and also getting increasingly disproportionate to Slobo's build.
Like. Very increasingly.
Damn.
"What'dya think? Wanna come on it, bastich?" Slobo asks with a leering grin and a very unsubtle tug. Kon flicks his eyes back to his face and just eyes him.
. . . then he eyes his dick.
It's actually, like, a very appealing dick. It might be a little smaller than Kon's own is, he thinks, but it's definitely comparable and still plenty damn big either way, all long and thick and heavy-looking, and it's got, like . . . ridges. Bumps. Textures. Like, Bad Dragon wishes it could design such a dick.
. . . Jesus, actually, is that a knot at the base? And–
Oh. Okay.
"Is your dick prehensile," Kon asks, officially just staring at it.
It waves at him.
"Is it?" Slobo asks with a smirk.
"Fuck," Kon says as a downright vicious stab of arousal goes through his gut, and then he very suddenly feels very weird. Slobo cocks his head, looking surprised.
Kon looks down at himself, because again, he feels weird. "Himself" is not there to be looked at.
Well, like, it is. Just not in very . . . "him"-type fashion.
"Huh," Kon says to the very nice pair of tits currently sitting all cute and perky under his S-shield. He blinks in absolute bemusement, and Slobo's expression lights up hungrily.
"Shit, you really do like me, huh," he says, letting go of himself and reaching out to put his hands around Kon's suddenly very, very narrow waist. Like . . . way too far around, actually. That's . . . an experience. Wow. "Never had Kryptonian pussy before."
Yeah, well, you're not the only one, Kon thinks only slightly hysterically.
"You can't get knocked up 'til you go through a full cycle, right, so can I stick it in raw?" Slobo asks like this is all just perfectly normal, which admittedly for all Kon knows about Slobo's life experience and alien biology in general it could in fact be. He thinks of several thousand reasons to say no, but given both who he is as a person and also how bad he really, really wants to finally score some dick for once . . .
"Yeah," he says, then half-reflexively flicks his eyes back down to Slobo's cock and licks his lips. Slobo grins.
"Nice," he says.
Anyway, Kon's suit lasts about five seconds after that. Which–it doesn't fit him quite right at the moment anyway, so it's whatever. It's very weird to see tits and ass and a statistically improbable amount of curves when he looks down at himself, but it's weirder feeling Slobo's hands and mouth roaming greedily all over said statistical improbabilities as the other pushes him down against the cushions. The prick hasn't even kissed him, which: rude much?
Not that Kon's really complaining, because if he wanted "polite" that bad he wouldn't be socializing with Slobo at all, much less his dick, and Slobo is currently making his way down his body and clearly on a mission to kiss him somewhere.
So yeah, the "weird" feelings are very rapidly losing out to the "holy shit, do that again" feelings.
"Holy shit, do that again," Kon says. Slobo grins sharply up at him and then Kon meets his clit and his clit meets Slobo's very eager tongue and anyway Kon now officially and intimately understands why people who've got one bitch so damn much when a partner ignores it. Like wow, does he ever. "Ohhhhh my god. Oh my god oh my god oh my god–!"
So that's pretty distracting, for at least a couple minutes there.
Not that Kon's brain is in any condition to be noticing the passage of time right now.
"Frag, you're already dripping. Wanna get off on my tongue a few times or just get straight to the main attraction?" Slobo asks as he hooks his hands around Kon's currently statistically improbable and also badly shaking thighs and licks his own very slick and shiny lips. Kon remembers the sight of the guy's big fat disproportionate dick very, very vividly, then immediately spreads his thighs as far as he can without the back of the couch interfering.
Possibly he damages said back of the couch just a little bit in the process.
Like, just barely.
"Main attraction," he says firmly. Slobo grins at him again.
"Damn, rolling out the red carpet here, ain't we," he says. "Gonna make a guy feel downright appreciated like this."
"Put your dick in me right the fuck now or I will put you through the fucking wall, asshole," Kon threatens, and of course it's Slobo, so he just grins all the wider.
"Fraggin' flirt," he says with obvious approval.
Then he puts his dick in him.
Kon's vision very literally whites out at the way Slobo feels sliding into him so big and hard and big and deep and big and good and he jerks up instinctively underneath him and makes some really, really undignified noises as his body seizes up. The couch might suffer a little more damage. Kon doesn't give the slightest bit of a fuck.
"Holy shit, did you just fraggin' come?" Slobo asks in obvious delight.
"Shut the fuck up," Kon barely gets out past the aftershocks making his whole damn body twitch and tremble under Slobo's, and Slobo laughs and sort of . . . rolls his hips, kind of, and Kon moans.
"Shit, you're tight," Slobo says, sounding approving again, and this time in a way that makes Kon shudder even harder than he already is. "And soaked. Feels like I just stuck it in somebody's sloppy seconds. What do you think, bastich, want the whole thing in your snatch? Think you can take it?"
"Yes," Kon chokes desperately, and Slobo does the only gentlemanly thing that Kon has ever seen him do, which is immediately just thrust into him balls deep.
That is definitely a knot, yeah, Kon notes.
And definitely Slobo's dick is prehensile.
The literal only reason that Kon doesn't fucking scream is because they're in a building full of active superheroes and god fucking forbid somebody come and "save" him right now. Like, Cassie can watch if she really is into that, but if anybody in any way tries to fucking interrupt he is gonna straight up just become a supervillain.
Unless it's a supervillain interrupting, he guesses, in which case he's just gonna take a page out of Wonder Woman's book and give them the Maxwell Lord special.
Either way, he emphasizes deeply with Anita and her locked doors.
Real deeply.
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Some Unused Urbz (GBA) Dialogue
I was looking through the string table in the Urbz for GBA and noticed some dialogue that goes unused in the actual game and decided to catalogue it and share it because I just love things like this.
If you see an '@1', in the dialogue, that's just a placeholder for the player's name (or at least for all of THESE. Sometimes it's used for other things.)
As a side note, the dialogue for this game is pretty well-organized and all the characters have distinct enough voices (TS2GBA DO NOT INTERACT) that it's incredibly easy to figure out who said what. There's also a lot more unused strings, but I'm just focusing on the dialogue right now
First of all, all characters, not just those you can have as a roommate, have roommate acceptance dialogues. So, here are all the unused ones.
BAYOU BOO: Gosh, that's fine idea. Don't mind if I do.
BERKELEY CLODD: Sure I'll move in with you. What a splendid way to meet a whole new set of clients.
LINCOLN BROADSHEET: Sure, I'll live with you, buddy. But be warned: I stay up late.
CRAWDAD CLEM: You know, It'd be real fun to share accommodations with you for a bit. Sure.
EPHRAM EARL: To haunt your house with your permission, this I will do.
PRITCHARD LOCKSLEY: Sure, so long as you help me memorize my lines.
HARLAN KING: Of course I will. How wonderful!
LOTTIE CASH: Okay! That'd be killer! We're going to have such an awesome time.
LUTHOR L. BIGBUCKS: Sure, why not. It'll be just like college all over again.
MAMBO LOA: I would gladly share accommodations with you. When do I move in? Now?
MAXIMILLIAN MOORE: Sure, why not? So long as you don't mind the smell of bleach.
OLDE SALTY: You're darn tooting! I'd be your roommate any day.
CRYSTAL: Okay! I can't wait to redecorate your dumpy pad.
POLLY NOMIAL: Yes. To maintain a domicile with you would be most enlightening.
GIUSEPPI MEZZOALTO: Why not, right? It'll be loads of fun. I'm moving in today!
ROXANNA MOXIE: Sure, why not? It'll be fun, you know? A real laugh.
THERESA BULLHORN: Yes! I would love to share your life of glamour and fame.
DARIUS: Heck yeah, dawg. We can kick it together.
DADDY BIGBUCKS: You betcha!
DET. DAN D. MANN: It's an interesting proposition. Hm… Consider it done!
LILY GATES: An excellent plan! Your place is much closer to where I work!
KRIS THISTLE: You want me to move in with you? After all I've done? Wow. You're great.
GRAMMA HATTIE: What a grand idea. Your house will be a great place to hold meetings.
There is also an unused set of rep group-related dialogues. These ones most likely being used if you managed to get an exceedingly poor rep with your rep group.
DARIUS: Hey, @1. Check yourself before you wreck your Rep. The Streeties are getting sick of you hanging around.
LUTHOR L. BIGBUCKS: Sorry to be the one to break this to you, @1, but the rest of the Richies think you're getting a tad uppity. Clean up your act or we'll boot you.
POLLY NOMIAL: Our patience with your gradual assimilation into our social sphere is waning. Progress or be excommunicated from the Nerdies.
ROXANNA MOXIE: A few words of advice @1. Shape up or ship out of our group. End of story.
These MAY not be unused, but I've never heard of anyone getting any of these messages, and, for the life of me, I could not get them to activate through my own twiddling. There exists no dialogue for actually kicking you out of the rep group. So even if this WAS used, it would just be an empty threat. (I mean… it's implied that it was your rep group that picked you up after you crash landed in Miniopolis, which is why you're apart of it despite not really knowing anyone.)
As a side note, when I was going through getting to -10 rep points with the Richies, after about -6, every time I lost a rep group point, Roxanna Moxie kept on giving my silver plaques. RICHIE silver plaques. Using the Artsie silver plaque dialogue. By the time I was done testing things out, I had five of them. Strange glitch?
So, the Urbz GBA, for whatever reason, doesn’t let us romance the elderly. That doesn't mean that there isn't flirting and kissing dialogue for the unromancable characters! The first dialogue is flirting, and the second one is refusing to accept a kiss.
EPHRAM EARL: A piece of human interest seems to be the loving way.
EPHRAM EARL: I cannot kiss that which I cannot touch.
HARLAN KING: Eh? Does that have a saucy secondary meaning I am not aware of?
HARLAN KING: Ugh! No! Your breath smells like everything but fresh!
OLDE SALTY: Arrr, you've cracked my barnacle encrusted heart!
OLDE SALTY: I'll kiss no one! Not until you proves your devotion!
DADDY BIGBUCKS: Hello there… do you mind if I buy you a small island?
DADDY BIGBUCKS: Get away from me, you pest! I'd sooner kiss a sneezing dog.
GRAMMA HATTIE: Stop it this instant. I know you're just trying to fool with an old woman's mind.
GRAMMA HATTIE: Ack! Help! Help! Police! This boy is trying to inhale me!
Related, when a character accepts a hug or a kiss in-game, they don't say anything. However, there is actually unused dialogue for this event. Almost all of it is just "Aw!". However, there's a few exceptions.
BAYOU BOO: Aw!
BAYOU BOO: Plant one right here, girl!
BERKELEY CLODD: Come hither and embrace me, @1!
BERKELEY CLODD: Ah!
LINCOLN BROADSHEET: Come here, you!
LINCOLN BROADSHEET: Oh!
EPHRAM EARL: If arms were ribbons consider this my bow.
EPHRAM EARL: Ah!
EWAN WATAHMEE: Hugs are free, yes. But they are also round.
EWAN WATAHMEE: Ah!
PRITCHARD LOCKSLEY: It's so good to see you too! Let's do lunch.
PRITCHARD LOCKSLEY: Ah!
LOTTIE CASH: It's fun to be this close to me, huh?
LOTTIE CASH: Oh!
LUTHOR L. BIGBUCKS: Wrap your arms around me, baby.
LUTHOR L. BIGBUCKS: Yeah!
MAXIMILLIAN MOORE: You washed your hands before you hugged me, right?
MAXIMILLIAN MOORE: Eek!
CRYSTAL: Gee, thanks. You're sweet.
CRYSTAL: Oh!
OLDE SALTY: That's right, give poor Olde Salty a nice hug.
OLDE SALTY: Yay!
DADDY BIGBUCKS: Normally I don't let people touch me if they're not wearing an expensive coat. But for you'll I'll make an exception.
DADDY BIGBUCKS: Normally I don't let people kiss me if they're not wearing fruity lip gloss. But for you'll I'll make an exception.
The first dialogue here is accepting a hug; the second is accepting a kiss. All characters not listed here just has "Aw!" as a response to both being kissed and hugged.
There seems to be a scrapped interaction, most likely called 'Talk about Pets.' from the subject of the replies and the fact that it was tucked between 'Talk about Ninjas' and 'Talk about Politics,' which would make the placement alphabetical. I wonder why it went unused!
Not every single character had a line for this. The following characters do not: Bayou Boo, Crawdad Clem, Ephram Earl, Ewan Watahmee Harlan King, Luthor L. Bigbucks, Mambo Loa, Misty Waters, Olde Salty, and Theresa Bullhorn. Some of these characters do have other lines that refer to owning a pet; they just don't have a dialogue here.
BERKELEY CLODD: I looked into buying a talented chimpanzee, but very few know how to pick pock- er, pick their nose.
LINCOLN BROADSHEET: I have my pet rabbit to thank for my interest in journalism. Why? Well… isn't it obvious?
PRITCHARD LOCKSLEY: I was so proud my pet lizard Harvey was cast as the lead in a new gladiator film. Sure he beat me for the role… but he was wonderful!
LOTTIE CASH: I have a cute little pug named Paris. You don't think I'll get sued for that, do you? I hope not.
MAXIMILLIAN MOORE: Sooner or later, every disease that pets get will jump to humans! The end is near!
CRYSTAL: I totally want a pet dolphin so it can protect me from sharks.
PHOEBE TWIDDLE: My mom was a cat lady and my dad was a dog guy, so I learned to love pets very early on. But I'll never forget the smell.
POLLY NOMIAL: Your colorful colloquy is highly amusing.
GIUSEPPI MEZZOALTO: If I tell you I like snakes, you'd better not make any jokes. Got it?
ROXANNA MOXIE: Come by the carnival sometime! There are lots of needy animals there.
SUE PIRNOVA: I'm not organized enough to take care of another creature. The best I can manage is feeding ants.
DARIUS: I like goldfish. What?
DADDY BIGBUCKS: Yuck! There is nothing worse that a sniveling, drooling, hairy servant who cannot follow orders.
DET. DAN D. MANN: When people don't clean up after their pets, who do you think has to do it for them? Huh? I'm asking you because I don't know the answer.
LILY GATES: Every time I buy a pet, I get so busy I forget to feed it. And then… well… I shouldn't own any pets.
KRIS THISTLE: Don't remind me! My landlord doesn't allow pets, so when I moved here I was forced to sell my ferret.
CANNONBALL COLEMAN: I owned a crow a few years ago. He made enough noise to scare ghosts away. I miss that old bird.
GRAMMA HATTIE: I'm definitely a cat person. And a dog person. And a chicken person too. I'm really a pet person.
DUSTY HOGG: I used to own a small python and a small dog. Now I just own a bigger python.
'Talk about Pets' does not show up in the list of interactions earlier in the string set.
Lincoln Broadsheet has some mission dialogue that, again, may not be unused, but I have never seen, and I have never seen anyone else talk about it.
YOU: Mister Broadsheet, would you help me write a thesis?
LINCOLN BROADSHEET: Gosh, I would if I wasn't so busy. Tell you what I can do though: I'll let you use my computer to log in to my research database. That should give you some good ideas.
LINCOLN BROADSHEET: Hey, have you heard the recent news? A local TV station is filming a new Reality Television Show.
YOU: Interesting, but I don't watch much TV.
LINCOLN BROADSHEET: Me neither, but don't let that stop you from going up to Paradise Island and signing up. If you do well I could write a big article about you.
YOU: Are they still letting people sign up?
LINCOLN BROADSHEET: I think so. Head up to Paradise Island and see for yourself. And if you do well Id love to write an article on you.
Note: I have been informed that the first two lines in this section actually can happen in-game!
It is also appears he would have given the player the Reality TV Show plotline.
And finally, ‘The Bad Ending.’
DADDY BIGBUCKS: People around here call me Daddy Bigbucks. If you like what you see in Miniopolis, it's a good bet I own it.
This is actually listed next to all the character introductions, so this would have been how Daddy Bigbucks introduced himself, if he were to actually introduce himself. There are placeholders for the other characters who don’t get to say a proper introduction as well (Kris Thistle, Det. Dan D. Mann, Crawdad Clem, Harlan King), but they’re just placeholders. No text of relevance.
#urbz#the urbz#sims handhelds#gba sims#OH and i didn't personally extract all the strings from the game#someone posted it somewhere (i forgot who and where at) and i saved itttt ages ago#was just looking through it and noticed some unused dialogues and decided to share it!#i'm looking through the TSBO string ATM and ngl there isn't very much in the terms of character dialogue#-- AND SOMETHING ELSE. so a few characters in the urbz have dialogues referring to being arrested for passing out#in the sims 2 for gba (a game where you are sent to the medical center if you pass out) there are a few strings referring to#getting arrested for sleeping on public property. but there aren't any in the Urbz whichhhh#i think it's kinda interesting there are references to that in TS2GBA and not this game!
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silly little in-character notes for hito for the pikmin au that is slowly unfolding with my friends! might write some for akiko too...
Hito's Notes
Red Pikmin
These are tough little guys! I've noticed they tend to land nose-first when I throw them at other animals, maybe that's got something to do with why they hit so hard. Turns out they're also fireproof, which I had to learn the hard way, haha... I should really make sure the pikmin are all standing clear before testing the thrusters.
Yellow Pikmin
You gotta be careful if you toss these little guys, they go way higher than I was expecting! It's like those big ears catch the wind, haha! They also don't seem too bothered when messing with live wires- I had to pull one out of the control panel of my ship the other day, and it was fine!
Blue Pikmin
Other pikmin don't handle water too well, but these little guys march right in like it's nothing! I wonder if it's got to do with those mouths of theirs... funny that they're the only ones that have visible ones, when any of the pikmin can cut into my food supply with no problem.
Purple Pikmin
Stars, these guys are heavy! Ha, makes me wish I'd kept up my fitness regime from college... speaking of, these guys are amazing in a fight! They can even go toe-to-toe with me if they're feeling up for a friendly wrestle!
White Pikmin
I know all pikmin are little, but these guys are really little. They're quick, though, and the acid they spit keeps them out of the worst of trouble! Not like they're not capable of getting into it, though, haha... at least they didn't get sick after eating my expired food.
Rock Pikmin
I know there's a special name for plants that grow in rocks, but I can't remember it... sorry, Akiko, I'll have to ask you again if I get back home. But anyway, these guys are rock-solid, even if they're bad at holding onto walls and animals... haha, guess they're not rock climbers!
Winged Pikmin
These little guys are super handy! They can fly right over obstacles that'd give other pikmin problems. And since they're so small, they're not easy to knock out of the air... which can be a problem if they're taking off with your tools!
Ice Pikmin
I've never been good with the cold, but that's not these guys' fault. They're friendly as any other pikmin once they hear the whistle, and they can freeze water to let other pikmin cross it... or make my canteen more refreshing on a hot day, haha!
Glow Pikmin
These pretty little guys only come out when it's dark. Nothing seems to hurt them too badly, which is a good thing, considering how rough this place gets at night. They always vanish in the morning, like I used to do in college, haha.
Onion
Ha, I know it's not the most creative name, but that's what it looks like! It keeps the pikmin safe at night, brings them around while I'm looking for a spot to explore, and whatever's going on inside it, it can make more pikmin if you bring it the right stuff.
Leaflings
Milton's not exactly a pikmin, but he sure isn't like me, either. I wonder if he was always like this, or if something happened to him...? Ha, either way, he sure isn't interested in acting like a pikmin. The whistle just annoys him, and I wouldn't dream of grabbing his stem and throwing him.
(Milton belongs to @wizardmolars!)
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AU PROMPTS: multiverse
INTO THE REGGIEVERSE ANYONE????
Reggie always thought he had a pretty normal life; decent job as a photographer, a nice apartment close enough to the ocean so he could swim and surf, and a dog to greet him every evening.
It was one evening that he was walking Goldie that everything went wrong. Goldie broke her leash, and dove into a bush, after what Reggie thought was a squirrel. He chased after her, only when he went through the bush himself, he wasn't in LA anymore.
He wasn't sure he was on Earth anymore.
The world was weird and cartoonish, with living candy, a weird stretchy dog, and a young boy holding a sword. A young boy who spoke with Reggie's own voice.
"I'm Finn! And this is Jake, who are you?" the boy said, but Reggie noticed the kid was holding a honest to goodness sword so he knew not to mess with him.
"R-Reggie? I'm Reggie, hi. I'm looking for my dog... have you seen her?"
"I'm the only dog around, sorry bud," Jake... the dog said. "But maybe the princess can help?"
They take him to the princess-who is made of bubblegum by the way, and Reggie just has to roll with that-and she has some weird science do-hickey that tells him that Goldie is in some other universe, so Reggie agrees to get sent there.
Anything has to be better than this right?
Wrong.
He ends up in a world with space battles and giant mechs and... some guy in a weird space suit named Lance who also sounds like him. "Okay, this is getting weird."
"You're telling me!" Lance said. "Come on, we have to go."
Reggie gets pulled into some weird fight, he mostly cowers in the corner of the ship, and when he opens his eyes... he's not on the ship any more.
"God where am I now?"
"Berk?"
Reggie turns at the sound of his voice once more, and there's a kid, standing next to a honest to goodness dragon. Reggie rears back in fear, but the kid just pets the dragon's flank. "Don't worry, Thunder won't hurt you, they're friendly."
"They're a dragon!" Reggie exclaims.
"Well yeah, have you never seen a dragon before?" the kid cocks his head and looks at Reggie queerly.
"NO!"
The kid, who introduces himself as Tom, just shrugs, and offers to show Reggie around. On dragonback.
Which is actually pretty cool, albeit completely terrifying.
But he's still in another universe, still missing his dog, and honestly Reggie is kind of done with it. He enters a mystical cave that Tom finds for him, and wishes him well, flying off.
Reggie is confronted with a wall of reflective stones, fractured into many many pieces. And in the reflection of each one, he can see the worlds he's visited, all with some weird version of him, he guesses. And more he didn't visit-he doesn't even want to ask about the one where he's a surfing penguin.
But then he sees Goldie, sitting next to a beautiful girl on the park bench where they usually enjoy an ice cream (or well Reggie does and Goldie begs for some until Reggie caves and buys her a pup friendly one) and Reggie figures that must be home.
And even if it isn't, that's where he's headed.
He emerges from the bushes a little worse for wear, but it feels like he's back in LA, and rushes for Goldie. "Hey girl, no more running off like that okay?"
Goldie yips and licks his face, making him laugh. "Yeah, I missed you too."
He looks up at the girl sitting there, smiling despite herself and Reggie wishes he wasn't a state or he would totally ask her for her number. "Thanks so much for finding her, I'd be lost without her."
"No problem, she was a sweetie," the girl replies. "I'm Julie, by the way."
"Reggie," he says, shaking her hand, and holds it for another beat, but Julie doesn't seem to be in a rush for him to let go either. "Can I buy you a coffee or something as thanks?"
"That'd be lovely," she replies, slipping her arm into his. "Maybe then you can tell me about how you found yourself in that bush."
Reggie thinks about all the places he'd been that day and what he had seen in that cave. "I don't think you'd believe me if I told you."
#filled prompts#ficlet#reggie peters#with a hint of rulie#julie and the phantoms#this was more of a into the jeremy shada's voice over roles verse but it was a fun romp
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Two new characters joins the Safe Haven Crew!
Kindly don't repost, trace or claim these characters as yours. Thank you.
I present to you, Angel and Fallen!
Before we get into more details, these two is an official ship in Feathered Revelation, or in other terms. Birdfell, my interpretation, at least.
So yes, this is Frans (Frisk X Sans)
I'll likely refer to this AU as Feathered Revelation more though, since I'm not sure if there's already a canon Birdfell made by someone else.
Wouldn't wanna get into trouble with other creators anytime soon.
Yes, yes they are both adults.
No, Frisk is NOT a child in this.
With that out of the way, moving onto information! Which will be under the cut
Fallen (Birdfell/Feathered Revelation Sans - He/Him)
•He is the tallest out of everyone in Safe Haven, even taller than Igneus. Standing at 200cm (6.5ft)
•His wings is from the bird species, Eagle
•Similar to Angel, his Frisk, the nickname 'Fallen' was decided by others. Exception that the reason is, his wings seems similar to one of a 'Fallen Angel', ironically enough since his companion was given the name 'Angel'.
Eitherway, Angel have her own special nickname for him. Which is 'Sunshine', otherwise 'Soleil'. Though the latter is used more often than the former
•He prefers to keep to himself but he isn't afraid to speak his mind and to interact with others when he feels like it or finds the need to. No, he isn't rude on purposeful but he is awfully straightforward and sometimes end up unintentionally insulting others
•Locating him is pretty easy as one will normally see him flying around majority of the time while carrying Angel in his arms.
•"Former Scientist", but he don't like that fact being bought up whatsoever. He used to work alongside two other. Or was it one..? He can't recall. But the project he was in charge of, was nothing more than a simple experiment to create combat-based wings, and to modify someone's wings to one that'd be much more suitable for combat.
•His 'fangs' are golden coloured.
Golden teeths.. makes his shit-eating grin abit.. more annoying to look at.
Angel (Birdfell/Feathered Revelation Frisk - She/Her)
•She is currently, the tallest humans that resides in Safe Haven. Being at 150cm, though she's still pretty small if you compare her to Fallen
•Her wings is from the bird species, Hummingbird
•Her nickname 'Angel' was decided and given by the majority of those that she knows. Mainly because of her personality and kindness. That is unfaltering no matter what.
Whereas, Fallen, her own Sans, refers to her as 'Doll'. Which she don't mind, if anything it makes her happy to have a special nickname from the one that she cherishes the most
•She's what others would refer to, as 'a bundle of sunshine'. Which is ironic, considering she calls Fallen, 'Sunshine' instead. She have a tendency of looking out for others, capable of spotting when someone is in discomfort based on their body language and expression, so she usually change topics, or excuse herself to not burden the person that she's interacting with
•She is more than capable of flight on her own, however Fallen normally carries her when she wants to go for a quick session of flying
•She used to be a ordinary human, without wings. Of course, but upon a accidental fall into a mesmerizing lake that was hidden deep within a forest. She was sent to the place that monsters reside, encountering Toriel first, whom was her caretaker for a period of time and also offering her a pair of strap-on wings, which was created with magic. Thus overtime, the wings 'bonded' itself to her body thanks to her soul.
Additional information
Birdfell/Feathered Revelation AU - Wings
Contrary to what most would believe, or think. Monsters aren't born with wings, if anything, the pair of wings they have are commonly formed when their young using their magic. So that it stays and eventually develops with them as they grow up.
For those however, that's capable of doing so. There usually would be smaller premade wings created by some monsters' magic (In this case, Queen Toriel was the one whom created it for those unfortunate souls and.. later on, for the fallen human(s).)
For this scenario, the pair of wings is strapped and 'worn' by the user. While overtime due to the magic within the wings itself, and it also latching off the 'magic' from their soul. The wings gradually attaches itself to the user's back. So the straps can then be safely removed afterwards as it wouldn't even be needed anymore
#undertale#undertale au#safe haven timeline#birdfell#feathered revelation#birdfell au#feathered revelation au#frans au#frisk x sans#angel frisk#fallen sans
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Trigun Stampede Episode 1 Reaction
Ok here goes. Idk how entertaining I'll be but... you know. This is mostly because I am having a weird time of things rn. Also, I have no background knowledge of this series whatsoever asides from that it might be a western and there was a 90s series and manga also, so if you're an og fan and this is painful... I am sorry lol.
But without further ado, let's go!
Oh. We're in space. ...ok then!
Well this just went poorly. Rip cryo-people.
Noooo mom :(
Ok so I can't tell; is the ship on autopilot or is Nai piloting it, because if it's the latter - you go, little guy, you got skill.
Cannot explain how funny this is. "I would like to use my communication skills more! I would like to make a positive impact!" <- every resumé ever if you want to get a job lol. Birth place "December"... interesting. There's also a "November" and a "July". Why all names of the months? But it's also May, like, temporally - is that not a bit confusing for people? I don't know what "PE081" means as a birth date... also she is. Tiny. Smol, even.
Ah, young idealist, older cynic dynamic. Always pretty fun.
These two have now both shoved papers in each other's faces. Whipping your coworker in the face with a well-timed paper can be a form of affection... I think?
HJHFBSJHC??????
Are none of them... warm? In these outfits? In the desert?
Bro's arm just fell off. "There it goes" Does this happen a lot to you sir???
Our protagonist, everyone.
"He's evil and destructive" Have you... looked at him. Like, don't judge a book by its cover but. Have you looked at him?
^He has kicked puppy energy.
I have nothing to say. Just look at this.
Map! I love maps!
Sand ocean??? Like there's no oceans? How do they get water??? Odd that July is here but not December or November. I'm assuming these are three of the "seven cities"? What are the other four? Are they also month-themed? Also some of these names are real funny. These people naming their towns and cities like "Creepy Valley" and "Stinky Lakeside". Actually seems quite normal to me tbh. And we are in Jeneora Rock atm it seems. Is it going to update as we go? That'd be cool! :D
Hjdfhvdjh he just stayed tied up for. Some reason. Roberto's face 😂
Oh, huh. Plants are. Biological organisms and not power plants. Like I assumed. So they were made but can't be made anymore because they don't have the knowledge or the technology? Odd...
His bounty is about the same as a new plant... how convenient...
Ok I know I said 'kicked puppy energy' earlier but you don't have to actually kick him...
Boy really does not want to hurt anyone :( (Hmmm now I'm starting to think he probably has at some point...)
Damn, that's some quick thinking Roberto.
Meryl: "Idk senpai this guy seems like he sucks" hjfhgnvj
Aw, buddy. Dropping the goofiness as soon as the crowd can't see him anymore :(
Hey I just realized his jacket has "SEEDS" on the arm like the spaceship! But he didn't have the coat when he got ejected so...... I'm sure I will find out later.
You guys cannot hear the quiet giggling I'm making right now. This shot plus the music - I was right about the western genre apparently, it's just on another planet.
BRO????? Where'd you pull the rocket launcher from?????? Wtf????? Why would you do that?????
Ah. He's lost his mind.
Roberto just bodily flinging Meryl into the alley ahdfihvs
He's out of bullets??? 😭
...he's crying.
Dang Meryl, you got a great throwing arm!
Oh shit. Yeah, I had a feeling he was actually extremely competent. He's holding back on purpose.
NO FRICKIN WAY. ONE BULLET WAS ALL HE NEEDED???
Ok now the animators are just showing off.
Oh. Hm. I was wondering where Nai went and. Hm. Yeah the whole accomplice thing might explain Vash's reticence to actually fight. His brother killed Rem? Yikes. He did offer his hand out to her at the beginning though... idk did he really mean for her to die along with the others? The music is hauntingly beautiful btw!
...his name is Millions Knives?
Aaaand that's a wrap on that! I'm intrigued and I feel like this episode answered absolutely nothing but raised a whole lot of questions, which is, well, what a first episode should do. The animation is really sharp geez. I generally prefer 2D animation but there's a lot of character to the expressions and motions - I think they really pulled it off!
Until next episode!
#story watches trigun stampede#trigun stampede#hope this is at least kind of fun? sorry I haven't been great about updating#I am juggling a lot of things atm#storyrambles
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It's funny to me to see people shipping the Ghoul with Lucy, though understandable; Maximus has zero charisma (writing, not actor; in interviews he seems quite charming!) and while I'm sure there's some people who it works for because there always are, the Ghoul oozes gunslinger charisma on top of being played by the ever-charming and awesome Walter Goggins.
I'm pretty sure the show is going for a father-daughter relationship with them, because he had/has(?) a daughter and she was daddy's girl, though it turned out the father she thought she had didn't exist. Her reminding him of the hero he once was and him teaching her the skills she needs to survive is the thing I look forward to the most in next season (what are we thinking, two years? Three? I miss when you'd get a new season of a show every year.)
The thing about Lucy is she is what female relatable characters are when they're at their best. She's what a lot of women aspire to be in these adventures when they're being played out as stories and not mere power fantasies. Smart but not all-knowing, capable but with a lot to learn, making mistakes and paying the price for them, and in the end, through the pain, holding true to real core principles- awakening the capacity for heroism in others, too. So a lot of women see themselves in Lucy more than they do in, say, Captain Marvel or some of the other recent MCU and Disney heroines. We look at her and say "yah, that'd be me" or "the best I could hope to do in this situation is being like this" and this, not being a power fantasy of instant competence and strength, this makes us root for her, connect to her. I wonder if it's similar to the shonen appeal for men, where they see themselves in a guy and his struggles and enjoy watching him grow to be the hero like they want to be.
So a lot of women really connect to Lucy, and a lot of women find the Ghoul very hot, so there's going to be shipping of Lucy and the Ghoul. Blame the writers for making Maximus not do it for most of us. Myself, I think I like the father-daughter version of the relationship, but I do get the ship.
Hah, so now there's been two female characters of this type named Lucy: Lucy Maclean of Fallout and Lucy Carlyle of Lockwood & Co. Something about the name, something about having clear sight when it comes down to it? They're very different young women, but very alike too in a lot of ways, I think.
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actually im just gonna answer all the questions in one post anyways lmao
✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?
(i genuinely could not tell you, i think i just randomly came up with and stuck to it)
🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)
(as of blog canon she is currently technically in her early 30s but being undead because of a parasite complicates age things lmao)
(i have an internal idea of "shes been here for 4 years" but if she crashed at 31 that'd make her 35, so idk)
🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?
(Clova/@green-captain-clova is currently her only "canon" love interest, so he's the default if someone asks if Frankie has romantic feelings for someone, but unless he's specifically mentioned/brought up i'm pretty open to figuring out new ones? she was already non-canonically shipped with Olimar before i made her blog, so this is not new lmao)
(tbh i'm not particularly attached to any of her ships so far, i just like giving her interesting dynamics with people. the slight ego boost from someone else's character having feelings for her is nice too lmao)
🍕 - What is their favorite food?
(i honestly could not give a straight answer for this one! Frankie likes eating anything i think, though as per her Koppai blood she has a slight bias towards fruit)
💼 - What do they do for a living?
(before Frankie died, she was part of a recon squad called the Four Corner Recon Squad. basically her job was to go either by herself or with a partner to planets that have been discovered but not explored, hang around there for about a week, and then report back so it can be decided if proper explorers should be sent.)
🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?
(i feel like she might like casual dancing if she tried it, but that's probably because i like to imagine characters dancing XD might also be leftover Olimar vibes)
(otherwise, i'm not sure!)
🎯 -What do they do best?
(in a way, i think one of the things she does best is try to hold herself together under stress. there're things that will inevitably break her, but she has a surprising amount of resilience for someone who's easy to unnerve.)
🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?
(Frankie loves to swim and relax in water! it's genuinely her favorite thing in general, but especially now that she has gills and has all this clean water. she likes ferrying a small amount of non-blue Pikmin across water too, as a lot of them haven't been anywhere near water before.)
(she hates having to sacrifice Pikmin for... obvious reasons. she also hates having to run away from a fight she started because she thought she could take it.)
❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?
(a day she spent with her grandpa on Koppai when he took a week off work for once! she was 9 years old, and they met up with her granduncle, Drake. It was her first time boarding a ship, seeing Koppai, and eating fresh fruit all in one day.)
✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?
(the day she got the news that her grandpa, Omi, had officially been declared MIA. she was 14 and took it extremely hard, especially when her mother told her rather bluntly. Frankie shut herself in her room for weeks...)
🧊 - Is their current design the first one?
(sort of? she was created with a specific suit design (both pre and during PNF-404), but for pikposting canon she's now wearing a Rescue Corps suit. so technically she has a "new design" but not a full ass redesign)
🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?
(i actually have an extremely specific answer to this one!)
(Frankie was originally inspired by this animation meme of the Pikmin 1 bad end set to Bloom by j^p^n. i don’t remember how but she just kinda came into my brain as i listened to the song on loop a lot. the animation of Olimar falling with a broken helmet helped inspire the way she died.)
(she was also born from my want to explore the original pikmin hybrid Olimar, and then Pikmin 4 came out and punched me in the face lmao)
🌂 - What genre do they belong in?
(fantasy, psychological horror, adventure, i think!)
💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?
(she's a stealth trans woman and straight!)
🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?
(none! closest she has is her 14 cousins who she doesn't know about lmao)
🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/ their parents like?
(she didn't know her dad before he died. with her mother, they didn't have much of a relationship, but Frankie tries to remain optimistic(?) that her mother was the way she was (neglectful and aloof) for a good reason.)
(overall has the opinion of "she's not bad, she was just trying her best". ...That doesn't stop her from moving out later, though.)
🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?
(her story, i think. just the way she's had all these ups and downs and that she's a captain and tries to stay strong but she still has things that'll break completely break her down)
(i also like that shes very easy to use for vents because she deals with self dehumanization and the feeling of being disconnected)
✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?
(not as often as i'd like! mostly because i'm kinda burnt out on long formal rps and the amount of informal rping i do makes me not feel like drawing her. i do have ideas, just. not the energy.)
💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?
(i technically already have/am, but she's been revived twice and will get revived again, so that doesn't exactly count. otherwise i dont think so! it'd be really difficult for her to die anyways though, there's two Wraiths and several Pikmin who definitely wouldn't let her.)
💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?
(Doctors. even before she becomes very "scientifically interesting" she has a phobia of doctors. i have no reason for this, she just does lmao. maybe it's a holdover from gone home au, idk.)
🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?
(in a way you could say Tion/@tion-posting is, though i'd describe her as more of a foil than being an outright rival, though she's also a bit antagonistic towards Frankie at times.)
🎓 - How long have you had the OC?
(according to her Toyhou.se profile, Frankie has existed for two months! she was created on August 9th)
🍥 - What age were you when you created the OC?
(19! i'm currently 20.)
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[E.L.A] Drop meets Artemis
[The art and E.L.A Artemis belong to me. E.L.A Drop belongs to @anotherrosesthatfell ]
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"So you're Artemis??"
Drop grinned, excitement filling her crimson eyes. Artemis couldn't help but chuckle, playfully ruffling Drop's hair.
"Yes, that's me. Who might you be?"
"I'm Drop! Palette's little sister!"
"Huh? As far as I'm concerned, Palette doesn't have a little sister..-"
"I'm from the original universe, silly!" Drop pouted "I don't know why I don't exist in this timeline, it's a little sad. But at least I exist in the original!"
"Ah, I see..How is it like in the original timeline?"
"Wellll, not so different from here, to be honest- Except you and some of the people from your timeline don't exist, and Nightmare is pretty mean!"
"Don't exist?.. Why? Where are PJ and Gradient? And Angst?"
"I dunno! I only just found out PJ and Gradient are my half siblings when I met them a while ago, but I have no idea where they are in my timeline- Also, I don't know who Angst is. I've never met a person named "Angst" before-"
"Angst is my big brother, like Crescent!.."
"That stupid priest has another brother??"
"Huh?! Crescent is a priest here?? I- Since when?! God, this is all too much for me to process.."
"Yeah samee..I have so many questions to ask everybody when I get back to my timeline"
"Let's change the subject.."
"Hmm- Oh, do you like my brother??"
"W-WHA- Drop, out of all questions..! Why this-"
"So you doo!! Aww! I'm gonna write it down on my ship list!"
"W-wait what?!"
Artemis tries to protest, a flustered mess- But there was nothing that could possibly change Drop's mind, plus, the secret was already out.
Artemis gives up, sighing in defeat.
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"I must congratulate you! You're only 10 years old, yet you managed to create an otome game all on your own! Your hard work has paid off, I love it so far"
"You like otome games??"
"Yeah, some of them have an interesting storyline. I don't have time to play them often, but I have fun when I do! I'm enjoying your game a lot, I really wish it existed in my timeline.."
"Really, it kinda sucks! People are missing out on my best creation! :("
"Mhm..I wonder how things would've been if you existed in our timeline too. PJ and Gradient already adore you!"
"Probably nothing much would've changed..I do think you're the better sidekick, big brother is happier around you"
"Aw..Drop, don't say that. I'm 100% sure Palette is happy to have you as his sidekick, you must be doing your best"
"But it's not enough.."
"You're trying, it's the thought that matters. You care for your brother, and you chose to believe and help him as best as you can. If I was Palette, that'd be more than enough for me!" Artemis smiled at Drop, reassuring the younger.
"You really think so?"
"No, I know so. You shouldn't doubt yourself, Drop..You and your brother should stay determined, I know you've got it in you"
"Now I understand why your Palette adores you so much- GODDAMNIT YOU MADE ME CRY HAPPY TEARSS-"
"Pfft- Don't cry Drop..I'm just trying to keep you motivated"
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"What do you think of Merciful?? He's my prince!"
"Your prince?.."
"Yeah! He is really handsome, and super nice to me!"
"Ugh..You actually like that two faced bastard? Not only is he 10 years older than you, but he's a hopeless person, really. Just Lux's dog. Nothing more, nothing less. Trust me when I say he's not for you. Plus, don't forget the big age gap."
"Well too bad! We're going to get married when I become a-"
"Absolutely not! Drop, hun, you're sweet but- PLEASE don't do something you're going to regret in the future- There are plenty of people out there your age. God..who taught you these things?? What the hell.. "
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I gave up.
For this reason, I might do a part two. MIGHT.
-Cherry,out
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My dream was very weird let me recall it as best as I can.
I remember being outside of a bar. I think I was L.L. because I spoke about being able to teleport. Some guys were ordering food and I was like nahh I'd go get some Winnie The Pooh sushi right now if I wanted... But the guy with me was like well go get that now. And I was like maybe but first I need to go to the bathroom ☹️. Two guys sorted me for some reason, I was barely walking bc i was pissing my pants so fucking bad, although earlier I had talked about having my period but when I went to pee w my weenie I started thinking of how weird that'd be for them (and fuck, even me) to understand. To pee, one of my friends ripped off one of the sink bowls (like those fancy bathrooms have, which was weird because the shop was some street food parlor falling apart) and was like Haha sorry, go ahead 😈 but I was like nah nah that'll be enough and I pushed it under the sink with my foot before unzipping and starting to pee on it. I remember being extremely flustered because I didn't want the others to see my dick, and I was also confused because I didn't know how to use one? Because this was a very fucking vivid dream.
No one said anything about my cock and I think we all left back to eat. All I remember about my Winnie The Pooh sushi is a vague figure drawn in yellow, some pile of green and a little black thing. But I didn't get to eat because I saw the old man was going to the bathroom so I rushed after him since, you know, we'd destroyed the fucking thing. Because I forgot for a second but fsr I left my cock hanging on a place similar to those were you place soap? It was a pretty good cock btw. Around 5-6 cm of length and maybe 3, 2.5 of girth? Like, measuring from the top, I don't have the resources to wrap a measurement tape around the cock in the bathroom BECAUSE...
Room was dark old man was very fucking old and first thing he did was nearly hit the sink and he laughed it off as I was like, literally grabbing my head. Because this was a fucking dangerous guy, right? This guy was serious business, we didn't wanna mess with him. So I stopped him on his tracks and after fumbling my way trying to grab a stick from the stick pile and a cloth I started washing the floor which I'm not too sure why was wet, our dirty aah shoes I suppose. And I did a shit job btw. Absolutely terrible. Old man stopped me and I was like fuck man I'm sorry it's so bad but he was like No no, this is good. He admired that I went off my way to prevent him from getting hurt and likely dying as any other idiot would've tried so he instead took me to the room nextdoor, his bedroom, and offered it as a place for me to stay.
Bedroom was a fucking mess, room had a yellow tint to it. Cracked walls, old thin bedsheets, old wood and old clothes, and the best part yet, when I leaned down for some reason I got a peek below the covers of... Black Homer Simpson. Which I soon got to see a better look of when the old man pulled off the cloth revealing Homer and I guess Bart, both black (racially ambaiguos...) and skinny to the bone, long dead, like they were two mummies. Homer's eyes were open but Bart's weren't. The old man explained the left bit of bed next to Bart was mine and the other bit of bed was his which is literally that one image I'll add afterwards.
Act 2
A big change happened after I left that place, because was I not only on a boat with a pack of criminals but I was also one of the racoon twins from HTF. I was significantly less evil than my brother and aside from real Luly watching this like a show wondering why no one shipped the racoon w the old man (now a sort of old mole, but not Mole just a similar look) (his name was alistor I think also?) I don't recall anything significant.
END OF ACT 2?
See this is where things get truly weird because I don't know when I stopped being the racoon. I remember travelling on that boat for a long time, going thru tunnels and docks but never got off until I was in this park. The park was full of humans with animals and some with babies. I don't know why we were there. Every dog we saw was big and aggressive, not outright attacking us but just letting us know a beast his size could crush us to a pulp. I suppose we were still animals.
Act 3
And it was when we were leaving that place I changed person once again, now I was this skinny blonde unassuming man, I think I was disabled too I couldn't really get words out and I just starred at people sort of confusing at everything. And I had a baby in my arms.
The baby was small, so fucking small. I could fit her in my palm, that's how tiny this baby was. And she was wrapped in a cloth. The place we were in looked like the inside of a train station. The baby was a normal size when I ran into her so called "father". He, also blonde but a more vibrant and orangey tone, I was an ashy platinum blonde, more of a square face, very manly and very European looking, started telling me to give him his baby back. He had a red university hoodie on and a turtleneck sweater peaking from underneath. I think his name was Thompson, or his surname. I really liked this baby and this guy was freaking me out and I had a vision. A memory, a flashback.
I was back in the boat. It was him and me, sitting alone in a long long table. There were no walls, it was like a train that boat of ours. A voice spoke from beyond, like a radio . "If you find Allis Calypso you have to kill him". Her words repeated in a cold manner. At the time of the dinner when I was still a raccoon I wouldn't have known it but know I did, this man in front of me trying to take this baby from me was Calypso.
And our clothes were different inside the boat, I believe we were pirates. All browns and dirty whites. His shirt was now washed pink as now he had what I can only assume was some fancy silverware, assuming by the sculpted handle, buried deep in the middle of his guts. He was a memory, he didn't react, he only fell over slightly. I started to run with the baby in my hands as the voice repeated "Just this once, you'll be forgiven. Now get out".
Act 4, final act
Now I was just running with this baby so small it got lost inside the cloth. The environment looked so familiar once more, like my very own. I knew I needed someplace for the baby, someplace to keep it safe and, hell, fucking feed lt. Baby was scarily quiet though.
I was lucky to run into a fence, tall metal one. I wasn't only scared for the baby, I was scared for myself. I had left my team behind, I had no weapons on me, and I was the most useless man they had, now on the run for murder. It was during this act someone called me Albert.
From outside the fence I saw two little kids playing, before what I can only assume was their mother came out. She was so fucking latina, she was a face I've seen so often. She had big eyes with thick kind of smudgy makeup, a teal tanktop barely covering her chest, fat as the rest of her (amen), and short jean shorts on top of flip flops. He hair was dyed, a shade darker than her skin, a vibrant brown color.
I don't even know if I said a world or if she simply started asking what was my problem and I showed the small child I was holding. She was like "y'know what? I'm still lactating (she used a different word) so just this once I'll help you".
We went to her room, it was amaizing. So familiar. She even had an old tv and a dvd player. Clothes everywhere, old messy bed, big window no curtains. She laid down in the bed, I just stood. She was beautiful, but I wasn't even remotely attracted to her. The thought only crosses my mind now as I'm awake. All I could think of was the baby in my arms.
She said she didn't cry, and for a second I feared she was dead, but soon she woke up and started kinda sobbing. She breastfed her, I didn't look.
I started thinking, should I stay here? The woman seemed already fond of my baby. I knew I couldn't take care of her. I didn't have any place left to go, either. Should I just leave the baby with her and run away? Wouldn't that be cruel? But I couldn't do or say anything. I just looked down as she gently cradled the baby in her arms, and before I knew I woke up, because the story ended there.
#luly talks#my dreams#super long one this is bc i took sleeping pills last night LMAO#in retrospective i think someone else handed me the bsby#i think we were doing that just exchanging shit. babies dogs who give a fuck. baby wanted to be with me tho so i took her.#it almost was liek she was reverting tho from a toddler to a fetus lmao#very fun shit it took me like an hour to write this whole thing down 😭😭😭
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Got pretty much everything I needed to done before noon today.
Doctor's appointment went great. She was really happy to hear that the Meloxicam we put me on a couple months ago has pretty much knocked out my joint pain. So we're going to keep me on that. Aside from that, my labs came back fairly clean.
I do have some semi-self correcting Anemia, so she went ahead and put me on a prescription Iron supplement for when I'm menstruating, just to make sure it doesn't fall too low during those points. Especially since the Iron that I need isn't easily found around here OTC. And she read a study that showed that people with Fibro do better with higher Vitamin D, so since I'm usually deficient in D and have an issue remembering to take my D supplements, she prescribed once weekly D2 for 3 weeks to build up my D storage, and daily D3; we're going to see if having it in a script bottle helps me remember to actually take it, vs trying to remember to take them on top of my usual meds.
Other than that, everything looks great.
Got the original dress I ordered shipped off for return today- and the new one in the correct size surprised me by arriving right afterwards this afternoon (a day early). It still pulls a bit at the buttons in the front, so I'll still have to wear a bit of a compressive bra to stop that. But that's honestly just an issue with button front dresses (and shirts) in general when you're endowed. And I can tell that if I go up one more size just to accommodate my breasts even more, the rest of the dress is no longer going to fit me. So I just have to live with it.
Either way, it's still much more comfortable and I actually fit in it this time. I am really disappointed in the other one I bought, however.
I'd ordered a second, white, dress alongside it because it's traditional to wear white on certain holidays- and it was fairly cheap, being on sale ... But I'm just ... Not loving it on me at all? It shows my weight in a way that makes me look very dumpy and I hate it. I tried taking in the shoulder seams to see if that'd help the issue since the shoulders were too big anyways, and honestly it just made it worse somehow? So I think I'm going to pick out the alterations and return it; I just won't wear white this holiday cycle.
I forgot how badly clothes shopping gives me major Dysphoria in general 😔 This whole situation with both dresses has literally been the worst for my relationship with my body again ... And to think it was finally getting better now that I was stable, and I've been excited to be gaining weight again finally after struggling with my health for so many years.
On the upside, though, we were too tired to cook after errands. So we stopped and got Burger King for lunch today- and the weather was so nice, we decided to take it out to our favorite spot at the lake and eat instead of just going home like usual. So that was really lovely, getting to watch the water and feel the cool air ... We finally talked about the Farm a bit more while we were out there, too.
I want out of this damned house. And if we're going to take the farm as the way of making that happen, then we need to start working on it. Because it's going to be years worth of work to get it back into livable condition again; we can't just sit here on our rear ends every weekend playing Baldur's Gate together and being lazy. So I pushed, and we made our final decision on it: They want someone to take care of the farm, and we want out of here. So that's that.
As far as we're concerned, however, they're the ones responsible for the major financial repairs- especially putting the damned thing back on the foundation. Because it's not only in their name still and they're the ones that have the insurance on it, but they're also the ones that let it fall into that state to begin with. That should be on them in the end- not us ... But we'll help them fix it up and do what we can, as far as we can, so long as the understanding is that we do get it at the end. And I put my foot down, too, about us getting to make any design decisions that come up as well, because we'll be getting it; it's not going to be their house. We deserve to be the ones to make those choices as we go, if we'll be the ones taking it over.
So ... I guess we'll see how this actually goes- and whether or not it'll actually even happen. Because it seems like any time someone makes plans for the farm, they eventually wind up at the bottom of the pond somehow. So we'll just have to see.
#Personal#2023#ReTaming The Farm#Alphabet Soup#Face & Body#Daily Life#Oklahoma#Fibromyalgia#Vitamin Deficiency
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Yugo for the ask meme?
Banana boy! The idiot! The silly himself! Took me too damn long to get to this, but better late than never, I think. Here you go!
Favorite thing about them: If I had to put it in one word, that'd be tenacity. As Yuugo himself put it, he doesn't even know what giving up means, no matter what sort of adversity he faces. This persistence is honestly admirable for someone who grew up in an environment that relentlessly pushed him down at each and every turn, and it's a quality I strongly respect.
Shoutout to his baby vibes, though. Yuugo is precious and must be protected at all costs (even if I know he can damn well protect himself).
Least favorite thing about them: Yuugo's single-minded approach to things is usually endearing, but sometimes it can be rather frustrating. One such example is choosing to duel Yuuri as payback for kidnapping Rin... instead of -you know- going back to find Rin himself? I struggle to even justify that by way of magical fuckery, because as far as was shown, Yuugo was very much himself when he made that decision.
*sigh*
Favorite line: Would it be cheating the question if I say too many to count? Because it's true. This boy says the dumbest things sometimes, but he also has his sweet moments and I love every single one of those. That said, Clear Wing's summon chant deserves an honorary mention. I think it's very neat.
brOTP: Imma throw a curveball and say Yuuya. I was always intrigued by the idea of possible interactions between the two, and the interactions we got in Yuugo's Duel Links event did not disappoint at all!
I just think they're very neat together. They're both adorkable idiots who can't seem to hold the braincell right, and the small differences between them only make the dynamic more interesting. They're also a lot more perceptive than they might let on, and I think that'd lend itself well to interactions where one of the two is feeling down. I'd love to see more of these sillies together, honestly. Please let them tag together sometime.
OTP: I kid you not when I say my primary reason for shipping him with Rin is because of the ship name pun (Ringo is literally just apple in Japanese), BUT! I've come to appreciate it a lot more overtime, because it's actually pretty interesting for a cliché ship dynamic if you squint hard enough. There's a lot of ways to interpret their relationship, and a fair amount of room for emotional growth on both sides too. I think it's nice, but alas, we never really got much of it onscreen.
(That's what fanwork is for, though!)
nOTP: I don't know chief, I just don't see what's there to ship in his and Yuzu's friendship. I guess it does offer the interesting concept where they're both trying to cope with the loss of their loved one through the other, but that just.... sort of rubs me the wrong way. I see them as great friends, but nothing past that at all.
Random headcanon: I think we can all agree that Yuugo's entire demeanor just screams ADHD. Strong hyperfixation on one interest? Check. A tendency to ramble at the smallest prompt? Check. A general inability to just hold still? Check. A crippling case of constant airheadedness? Check!
He and Yuuri invented ADHD/Autism solidarity in the ARC-Verse.
Unpopular opinion: Not sure if this really classifies, but I actually really like how they handled the "Fusion" joke in the EN dub. Seeing them try and pull a new wordplay every time is mildly amusing at worst and downright hilarious at best, and my personal favorite is the one where he says his name and the Obelisk Force reply with "Yugo? You go where?"
Song i associate with them: Seeing as I've been pretty much living under a rock when it comes to actual popular songs and not obscure lyricless tracks, I'm afraid to say my limited song collection has nothing that quite fits. However, his Duel Links theme is a certified banger and I'm so glad they went with such an amazing, completely original track for the boi, because it actually goes so hard wtf-
Favorite picture of them:
Look at this silly boy. This goofy lil kiddo. Precious sunshine child. I wanna squish him in the sweetest hug ever and never let go. Yuugo deserves all the good things and I love him so so much.
#yugioh#yugioh arc v#yugo (arc v)#asks#baby boy. baby#banana child my beloved#tysm for the ask gyppy
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I'd like to ask back, but I forget who your f/os are
Lol that's fair, a good chunck of my 'will write' list are actually my F/O's but I realise I didn't put any indication as to who was who. I don't think I had the confidence to actually announce that when I started this blog.
Anyhoo I'm in a mood for scales, so I hereby select Repton and Sir Pentious for the games! Oh God this got long
Repton:
R - Rainbow - what colors do you associate with them and why?
It's always deep olive greens and harsh dusty yellows for Repton, his colour scheme is pretty consistent and pretty much matches his territory. I find it very soothing almost? Like watching a savanna landscape, which is technically where he lives so, win.
E - Emotion - is your f/o open with their feelings or do they keep them close to their chest?
If it ain't rage or exasperation then he ain't showing it. He absolutely feels a wider range but frustration at his limitations rules his judgement 99% of the time, which is a work in progress. Makes those rare time's he is openly happy that much more delightful!
P - Pets - do they have a pet? if so, what kind and what is/would be its name? would you have a pet together?
Canonly, no, but I've always figured the wastelands around his terra would hold some kind of cool monster that he would take delight in taming, so in my head he has pet dragons. Not big ones, but if Gwythents were more bat like that'd be ideal. Atmos is criminally underdeveloped ok I can make up animals if I WANT
T - Teach - what skills of theirs would they teach you? what would you teach them?
I have an aversion to motorsports but you literally cannot get around atmos without a sickass flying motorbike, so I would def be accepting dirk-biking lessons from the guy with the coolest ride around.
As for what I'd teach him... I'm honestly not sure what I have to offer that he would find interesting or useful, but I can offer lots of geology/geography knowledge that would probably be handy for raids and crystal formations? Alternatively how to speak nicely to his siblings
O - Online - what is your f/o’s social media presence like, or what would it be like if they had internet in their world/era?
'Officially' he wouldn't partake, seeing the dumb shit his brothers watch online would drive him insane. Unofficially however, he would totally stalk his enemies facebook posts just to plan an opportune ambush.
N - Nostalgia - what’s your f/o’s favorite memory?
Canonically, probably the day he defeated the Interceptors. That was a serious victory that shook the Sky Knights and their teams across Atmos, and he relished in the leverage it gave him.
Sir Pentious:
S - Story - if you and them were in a fairytale, which story would you be and who would play which character?
Oh a reverse fairytale for sure, a runaway noble of some descript get's kidnapped by maniacal (artificer I guess in this case?) for ransom, only to find they're both terrible and have much more fun encouraging his shenanigans.
I - Image - show us a picture of them that gives you a lot of feelings. if they aren’t a visual character, describe your mental image of them!
Oh see GIF above, this man is SO happy to be gatecrashing even when his shit is already wrecked, my mans THEATRICAL and loves his job.
R - Rainbow - what colors do you associate with them and why?
Black, Yellow and Fusia. Pretty self explanatory - the high contrast is gorgeous and luxurious in his design and yet attention seeking like a particularly villainous traffic cone.
P - Pets - do they have a pet? if so, what kind and what is/would be its name? would you have a pet together?
Do the Eggs Count Idk if you can have snake pets in hell but he is absolutely the type to have boa contractors and cobras draped all over his ship. I'm more than happy with this.
E - Emotion - is your f/o open with their feelings or do they keep them close to their chest?
Sweetheart this mans emotions are broadcast to the fucking moon. Everyone in hell knows how he's feeling at any given moment and he hates it, but he doesn't have the restraint to keep a lid on them when things don't go his way.
N - Nostalgia - what’s your f/o’s favorite memory?
Extrapolating from the crumbs of the single pilot we have, probably the birth of his son. He seems the type to have Gomez Addam'sed the shit out of his family, and I don't doubt he cried more than the mother and baby combined.
T - Teach - what skills of theirs would they teach you? what would you teach them?
I'm signing up for lessons in firing lazer beams and rockets and you cannot stop me. I would probably teach him what modern slang and style suits him becuase the secondhand embarrasment I recieve watching this 19th century supervillain attempt to integrate into modern culture is nigh lethal.
I - Image - see above.
O - Online - what is your f/o’s social media presence like, or what would it be like if they had internet in their world/era?
It's cringeworthy and mortifying for want of better words. I wish he would stop chasing the overlords accounts and getting into screaming matches in the comment sections. At least the latter results in him blowing up someones house occasionally, but it hurts to see him ruin his own reputation which he cherishes so much. Less of more here, really.
U - Uplift - how do they help you when you’re stressed or sad and vice versa?
When I'm sad it's cuddle time. He's fantastic at it, and his scales are much softer than they look. It's weird to feel his eyes blinking, but the pressure and attention feel wonderful after a bad day.
When he's sad or frustrated - I'll admit that I'm not the best at feelings things and would much rather offer practical solutions, he appreciates a second pair of eyes and opinions on his projects. I can compliment his engineering no end and belittle the bastards that made him feel workthless forever, so if I bitch whle we work it's a win-win.
S - Story - see above.
Thanks so much for asking!
#WOW this got long#rip me for choosing an FO with a long ass name#sir pentious#Repton#hazbin hotel#storm hawks#x reader#Thalassa responds#ask games#don't @ me Repton was my first character I entered fandom for#the scalie feels are strong with this one
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"Says here you're coming in from... the south of Vale? That right?"
"That's right," Cinder says, and it takes all of her effort to hold her curt tone back behind her teeth before she can ruin whatever little goodwill she already doesn't have. "I was quite the established businesswoman, before it all went to hell on the mainland."
"Right," says the border guard, and she looks down at Cinder's false passport with a critical eye like she can sense something's off about it. Not that there should be a single detectable flaw; Mercury does fantastic work once you've lit a fire under their ass. "You got your papers? Just to verify your refugee status and all."
It galls Cinder, it really does, to have to consider herself anything akin to a refugee of all things, but that's what happens when the four main continental powers decide to start bombing each other with payloads of Dust that rent the ground asunder; Vacuo is mostly just a big pit these days, more than it ever was before, whilst Mistral's capital has been, to put it politely, levelled. Sure, Cinder could have pulled what few strings remained to find herself a decently outfitted bunker in which to hunker down, but then the remnants of the Atlesian army had come marching through Sanus with some new scorched earth policy and so Cinder had bribed her way onto the next ship carrying survivors off to the mostly-untouched shores of Menagerie, where they're now being grilled for any ties back to the warring militaries back home. Civilians only, say the signs scattered around. Keep your shit off our shores.
That'd been all well and good up until, uh, now, because Cinder doesn't have any papers. Well, unless stacks of emergency Lien count. It's why she's having to use a falsified passport in the first place, because whilst there may not be any wanted posters up and around, she knows that her name has spread far and wide enough that chances are this tall rabbit-eared guard will punt her right back out onto the boat if she figures out the truth.
Bribery it's going to be, then. "Well, about that--"
Right away, the guard looks darkly unimpressed, and she crosses her arms to transform into an implacable wall between Cinder and the safety of the Menagerie border. Shit.
"Think you're the first sympathiser to smuggle yourself onto our boats?" she asks, voice thick with the lilting growl of a native Menagerie accent. "I wasn't born yesterday, Miss Ember."
Damn Mercury for picking that stupid name. "I'm not a sympathiser, Miss... um..."
The guard blinks, slow and purposeful. "Scarlatina."
"Scarlatina." A pretty name, Cinder thinks, which she doesn't say right now because chances are it won't be particularly endearing. "I'm just a wanderer who doesn't want to get shot by an Atlesian solider with a vendetta against, well, everyone. I can make it worth your while if you'll hear me out."
With that, Cinder dares to open her coat just widely enough to flash a few Lien cards (and if it happens to permit a well-needed breeze of balmy air, that's just peachy. Ideally, she'd be dressed in little more than a vest and boardshorts in this heat, but that doesn't do so well for disguises, in her experience, even if her impressive caprine horns aren't exactly subtle), and Scarlatina's eyes fall for a split-second before she tilts her head, ears leaning to one side. She's giving Cinder this agonisingly calculating look and for just a second Cinder thinks she won't take the bait... and then she sighs, rolling her shoulders before jabbing her thumb towards a collection of corrugated sheets and plywood that can scarcely be called a shack. "Step into my office. I'll sort you out there."
Success. Cinder smiles easily and nods, tugging her coat closer about herself as she navigates out of the crowds that surround an old warehouse now turned border control centre, following Scarlatina along the boardwalk with a bounce in her step. Even here, money makes the world spin, and so long as that's true she'll always have her ways.
Once she's stepped into Scarlatina's, ah, office, however--and it really is just mostly a cubicle, a fold-out camping table and matching chair making for a pathetically tiny workspace that's already crammed with papers and notes and a few rounds for the old rifle she has slung over one broad shoulder--Scarlatina turns on her heel, leans over to close the "door" behind them, and then scoffs right in Cinder's face.
"You know," she starts, dark eyes narrowing, "it's actually quite impressive that you think a pair of sunglasses and a big coat could possibly make anyone think you were anyone other than who you are, Cinder."
Ah, shit. Cinder smiles (just a little bit nervously now) and she tightens her grip around the Lien with sweaty palms. "I'd say I'm sure I don't know who you're talking about, but that might do us both a disservice, wouldn't it?"
Scarlatina grunts, and then she rounds the table to throw herself down into the camping chair, putting her gun aside. Okay, well, at least Cinder can reliably say she isn't about to die. "Why even bother lying? Unless you've been funding Vale's militia."
The look on Cinder's face says it all, and Scarlatina huffs out a laugh, running a hand through her long, dark tresses of hair. "Menagerie is taking in anyone who isn't associated with any of the four powers, militarily or politically. Why try sneaking in?"
"Thought you might not want a wanted woman on your shores," Cinder admits, because there's little use playing up a persona now. "I'd hoped the fact it's so busy here might mean I could slip away, but..." Instead, she'd been approached by a six-foot-odd tall guard with a freckled face and rounded delts that had made Cinder think twice about making a quick getaway, and now look where it's got her.
Scarlatina sighs, and then cracks her knuckles with a tired groan. "Look. Look, I don't give a damn who comes in so long as innocent people are safe from all... that shit," she says, waving a hand vaguely enough towards the direction of Sanus and Anima. "Hell, we've never even done this border stuff before. It's not our thing, but the last thing we wanted was for some dipshit to try for a military coup. We're no-one's island to annex."
No doubt Atlas would have tried already, if Mistral hadn't made a damn good go of it first. "That's fair. Does that mean you're not going to kick me back onto the boat?"
Scarlatina gives Cinder a long sideways look, like maybe she's still considering it, and then she shakes her head. "Nah. 'S done is done. I'll write you up a refugee pass and you'll be free to roam."
Excellent. Cinder is almost pleased she didn't have to pay a single thing, but then that seems oddly dishonest of her and she slides over a few Lien cards over the desk anyway. Technically speaking, she did offer. "As a tip."
Before she can retract her hand all the way, however, Scarlatina's calloused fingers wrap about her wrist, and Cinder finds herself tugged halfway across the table, Scarlatina's grin worryingly sardonic.
"Fair warning, though," she starts, light and easy like she isn't starting a threat. "You start causing trouble for the people who're just looking for a new start here? Start taking advantage of those who don't know better?" Her grip tightens to the barest edge of pain, and Cinder feels it right up her arm. "You and me are gonna have a problem."
"Understood," Cinder grunts, and when her wrist is released her tanned skin is marred with a perfect imprint of Scarlatina's grip. That's gonna bruise. "And who should I be looking out for, should I come across your bad side?"
Scarlatina's grin changes just enough to be almost friendly--something in her curve of her mouth, maybe, or the brightness of her bucked teeth--and she offers out her hand in a significantly less painful manner. "Velvet Scarlatina. Menagerie huntress, at your service."
Cinder shakes her hand, and when Velvet tightens her grip again teasingly, it takes all her willpower not to flinch away. "Cinder Fall. Lovely to make your acquaintance."
Velvet laughs, but it isn't particularly comforting. Cinder hopes this won't be a trend. "You'd better hope it is."
#my writing#rwby#velvet scarlatina#cinder fall#just wanted to knock out something really really quick before bed#as it is now 1am and im very sleepy#idk what au this is. i dont really care either LMAO#just like the idea of menag having its shit together when everything else goes to hell
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started thinking about how i met garthy, this started writing itself. i might write us actually getting together as well at some point, but like. this is already 1200 words lol
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"Get out. I don't care where you go, just leave, and don't come back. If you set foot in Solace again, I'll know, and nothing will be able to stop me or help you."
Those words, full of pure disgust and hatred, ran through Quint's head on repeat as he ran to the port and booked a ticket on whatever ship was leaving next. He didn't care where it was going; he'd figure it out when he got there.
He checked his ticket; he'd bought a one-way trip to Leviathan. Huh. Well, I did want to be a pirate as a kid, and no one there is gonna ask any questions. Anchors aweigh, I guess.
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He was far from the only person on the ship, but he passed the three day voyage in complete silence. Instead of socializing, he was thinking about everything that had led him here, reading all the information on Leviathan he'd been able to download before losing signal to his crystal, and considering what his next steps might be.
The days passed fairly quickly, and soon it was time to disembark. Sticking with his plan, he kept his head down and headed towards the Gold Gardens.
He walked into the bar and took a seat at the empty counter. It was pretty busy, but a few moments later, the bartender, a friendly looking, stout, middle-aged woman, came up to him.
"Good afternoon, I'm Suzie McGraw. What can I getcha?"
"Hey, there. Can I get a mead, and, uh, who do I talk to about a room?"
"That'd be me as well. We've got three options- basic room for 2 gold a night, moderate accommodations are 10, and there's luxury suites for 50. All come with a free tattoo, which you can get at your leisure."
He took a deep drink and considered the options. "Mmm, this mead is delicious. Yeah, can I get a basic room?"
Suzie nodded. "'Course you can. May I ask how long you'll be stayin'?"
"You can ask," he sighed, "but I don't have an answer. Not yet, at least. Is that an issue?"
She smiled and shook her head. "Not at all. Everyone's welcome here as long as they'd like. Not like the books are in any sort of order even if that weren't the case. I'll be right back with that room key for ya." Before he could respond, she turned and walked away.
A couple minutes later, she came back, gave him the key and room number, and poured him another drink.
"Thanks, Suzie."
"My pleasure. Enjoy your stay here, yeah?" He nodded, and she moved on to the next patron.
He took his drink and found an empty table in a far corner of the room. He sat there for... he wasn't sure how long he sat there, nursing his drink. He was so deep in thought that he didn't notice the person walking up to him until they spoke with the most beautiful voice he'd ever heard.
"Well, well, well, I heard a little Solesian bird flew in today. Welcome to the Gold Gardens, the name's Garthy."
From his research, Quint knew who Garthy was, but nothing he'd read had prepared him for how beautiful they were. Tall and muscular, with delicate gold tattoos across their entire (shirtless) torso and down their arms. They had a mass of gold bracelets and rings that were just on the elegant side of gaudy.
They were clearly half-orc, but their eyes, entirely black except for gold irises, belied aasimar heritage as well. He noticed two scars on their chest, and he quickly pushed down the pang of envy in his gut and looked down at his drink.
"Garthy O'Brien, right? Impresariex of the Gold Garden, home to every kind of pleasure under the sun and stars. Purveyor of fine goods, especially magic items, and one of the best curse-breakers you can find." Great. Totally normal first thing to say to someone. Absolutely killing it socially, as always.
To his relief, they smiled and sat down across from him. "Seems you've got me at a disadvantage, darling- you know all that about me, and I don't have as much as your name."
He ran a hand through his hair and looked back up. "Sorry, I don't know why I said all that. I'm Quint. And, uh, yeah, I just got here this morning."
"Quite alright, lovey, I appreciate a man who does his research." They winked, and Quint felt his face flush. His prayers that that would go unnoticed were clearly ignored, as they chuckled. "Adorable. Now, I heard you seemed a bit distressed about not knowing how long you'd be here.
Obviously, everyone has their stories, and you don't have to answer if you don't want, but I do hate the thought of anyone here being distressed at all. What brings you through my doors, so far from home?"
He slammed back the rest of his drink. "Solace was never home. It just took me a while to figure that out, and the first ticket out was Leviathan-bound." As he talked, Garthy gestured to a waiter, who immediately appeared with two drinks. He took a sip; it was a hard liquor he didn't recognize. He downed that drink as well and kept talking. "And by all accounts, if you're looking to forget, there's no better place than the Gold Gardens."
A knowing look crossed their face. "Glad to hear the Gardens' reputation is still as it should be. If you don't mind my asking, had you left Solace before?" He laughed, a little too hard.
"Nope! 25 years old, and I'd never even left Bastion City. Didn't intend to, either. Was gonna get a nice little office job, keep my head down, live a quiet, human, non-magical life. But, hey, that's life, right? Nothing ever goes as planned."
"I'll drink to that, love." They finished their drink as well. "Well, if you decide you'd like to stick around for a bit, there aren't exactly offices on Leviathan, but our books are in dire need of keeping. Pay's fair and moderate lodging is free. Think about it and let me know, yeah?"
"You- you're offering me a job? We just met; you don't know me."
They scooted closer, put a hand on his, and looked deep into his eyes; he prayed no one had Detect Thoughts active. "Lovey, I run, amongst other things, a brothel on an island full of pirates. I'd be no good at my job if I wasn't an excellent judge of character. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel some amount of protective responsibility towards you. Job's yours if you want it."
Quint took a deep breath. "Okay."
"Okay?"
"Okay, I'll take the job. Thank you so much, Garthy." He lightly squeezed their hand, and they looked down at their joined hands. Admittedly, he was very tipsy, but Quint could have sworn they were smiling just a little bit before they looked back up at him.
"Wonderful to hear, darling. Now, since you're going to be sticking around, let's introduce you to some of my friends, yeah?" They stood up, still holding his hand, and took him over to their usual table, where they were both met with a loud cheer and hearty welcome.
Yeah, I think I'm gonna like it here.
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@hylasregilla sounds like a deal to me! the whole character ask with raikov... let's go
1. My first impression of them
'oh god, why? i hate this. why does this have to be a thing'
2. When I think I truly started to like them (or dislike them, if you've sent me a character I don't like)
suckered myself into liking him april 1 2022. the real april fool was me
3. A song that reminds me of them
hmm. last time i got this particular question i said bubblegum bitch. this time i'll give you the first song on the raikov playlist
youtube
4. How many people I ship them with
just ooooooone
5. My favorite ship of them
raikov/the guy @setphies and i made up just so he could finally have a good relationship 2kforever
6. My least favorite ship of them
[points at volgin]
7. A quote of them that you remember
from mgs3? i think about 'do your job' a lot. from other metal gear content? 'regretful'. and if it's about lines i wrote myself, i'm quite fond of 'eat from the tree of knowledge, and pay better attention next time'.
8. Your favorite outfit of them
well in canon he only has two outfits, so... uniform, duh
9. Your least favorite outfit of them
that'd be the non-outfit [grimaces]
10. Describe the character in one sentence
'a lot more complex than official canon would have you think.'
11. What’s the first thing you think about when thinking about the character?
eva theory of course!
12. Sexuality hc!
highkey fucking gay of course. but also ace. he likes men but sex itself isn't something he's really interested in. (he's also sex-repulsed due to trauma but without that it'd just be 'whatever' to him.)
13. Your favorite friendship they have
him and ocelot naturally
14. Best storyline they had
the one i came up with myself
15. Worst storyline they had
official canon
16. A childhood headcanon
he doesn't actually know his own real name. he picked out 'ivan' himself as a child because he hoped it would bring him luck
17. What do you think their first word was?
'cold'
18. How do you think they were as a kid? (Like, were they shy, noisy, wild, etc)
as said previously, he was very survival-oriented and had very few limitations on what he'd do to stay alive. would as soon steal from you as talk to you. still pretty manipulative and he had fun doing it. who'd have thought someone who looked so innocent would rob you blind in a heartbeat? well. he would
19. The most random ship you've seen people have with them
i try not to pay attention to ships with him <3 but i've seen him and ocelot which just feels weird to me
20. A weird headcanon
i think a lot of people in this fandom would consider all of my headcanons about him weird. especially the one where i think he hates volgin with a burning passion. sucks to be them and not get it.
21. When do you think they were at their happiest?
not at any point during canon, that's for sure
22. When do you think they were at their lowest?
that'd be immediately post-mgsv ('but he wasn't in mgsv' shut up i don't care)
23. Future headcanon
that man is going to settle down and find a very normal and average and kind person who treats him like he deserves. and they will have a cat. and he will be genuinely happy for the first time in longer than he can remember
24. What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone?
he's a spy lol the amount of secrets he has are insane. but i think he's always going to be very secretive about the exact details of his work. he really doesn't want to talk about them.
25. When do you think they acted the most ooc
when kojima writes him
26. When do you think they were being "themselves" the most?
when i write him
27. If they could meet a character from another show/movie/etc, who would be the most fun for them to meet?
mello deathnote i think he should meet mello deathnote
28. The most unnecessary thing they ever did?
all the self-destructive shit he did because he had serious mental health issues and didn't realize it was okay for him to just not do that
29. How do you think they would be as a parent? (and if they are a parent, how do you think they would be if they weren't?)
spy x family but worse
30. The funniest scene they had?
nothing i didn't write myself
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