#Okay so now if people want to send in questions to ask Creation about the Corruption they can

[soulsxng]

The Corruption, as told by Creation to the masses

So, during the gathering of leaders/rulers/deities/powerful and influential beings throughout the realms, Creation is going to explain the Corruption. This is so that they'll have a (hopefully) easier time controlling the spread of it, as well as tracking it. However, telling people that another Creationary being (or beings, potentially) from another existence entirely separate from this one are trying to break in and take control from the Creationary Trio...would cause a lot of panic, a lot of confusion, and probably a lot of chaos when some people try to take advantage of the situation during an already strenuous time.

Because of this, they've decided to...well, to lie. So long as people know what the Corruption's symptoms are (which can be seen here, btw!), and generally what it's doing to people, as well as how it spreads...the rest doesn't necessarily need to be truthful. Especially if that means avoiding a whole shitstorm of other issues on top of the Corruption.

They'll be telling everyone that, due to a mass of energy that was forced through the Void some couple days prior, the Well of Creation was damaged. As many beings with a connection to the Void will have felt said burst from when Irazor triggered it with his death by Darrow's hands, that won't be too farfetched to prove.

Some people might get the idea of trying something similar again, but because the Well isn't actually damaged, and even a burst of energy that large wouldn't have done anything if it hadn't already been targeting a weak point in the veil. A weak point that nobody aside from other Creationary beings/those that Creation has allowed to use/see the raw energy that they use, are even able to perceive.

Meaning, the worst that would happen is that Lerato gets some extra energy to eat. Not a huge deal, unless they manage to get lucky and hit that one little spot in the entirety of the Void.

From there, they'll go on to explain that because of this damage, there's more raw creationary energy spreading throughout the realms than there should be. This, they'll say, is what is causing the Corruption (and technically, they're not entirely wrong, as raw creationary energy is the issue...just not the Trio's energy.), as an excess of this energy can essentially, well...corrupt what the energy turns into when used to make something, like another being, or a realm, or whatever else.

Cue laying out the symptoms and how it's spread, making sure people keep away from anyone or anything exhibiting those symptoms, and having plans laid out for where/how to quarantine people and things that are Corrupted. This will also include an introduction to one of "Our newest creations", Siffo. (possibly the biggest lie in the whole thing) Siffo, JJ, Tiariia, and Ber will be sent to places with larger outbreaks to help quarantine those effected, since "they can't be corrupted by normal means".

There's one big question that Ippuru in particular would answer before it's even asked, and that would be "Why can't Creation just fix it? Can't You take the energy back, and that's that?"

This would be explained away by saying that they can only hold so much energy within themselves at any given time...hence why there was a need for the Well in the first place. Though they could spend their time collecting all of the energy, they'd still have to put it back into the damaged Well. Essentially, it would slow down the problem, but wouldn't make any progress towards actually fixing it. Their focus needs to primarily go into fixing the Well (or, in reality, dealing with that other Creationary Being trying to get in), or the problem is going to persist.

Another small side note is that I think instead of mentioning voices specifically (especially since that would mean talking about the whole One True Voice thing), they'll say that one of the later symptoms is severe auditory hallucinations. That way, by the time people start thinking "Huh...it's a little weird that all of the later stage Corrupted are talking about the same thing...", they won't really be able to question Creation about it. Since...yknow. Most people can't contact them normally, let alone actually get to them.

Unless, of course, it's one of their "favorites", in which case Creation is likely to let them in on what's really happening, if they were to make contact, or go to see the Trio later on and asked.

This got kind of ramble-y, so tl'dr: Creation is going to lie and tell the people attending their announcement that the Corruption is being caused by the Well or Creation being damaged by a blast of energy that Irazor sent through the Void. The raw energy leaking out into existence is what's causing the problems. Symptoms and spread were discussed. Siffo was introduced to everyone. People were told the plans for quarantine of the individuals and other Corrupted things, and how to report it so that Siffo, JJ, Tiariia, and Ber can come and...essentially help to deal with it.

#literally Creation playing the blame pass game #pointing at the crowd #and essentially going “See what happens when you fuck around? You screw yourselves over!” #so surprise surprise #it also sort of works in their favor by dissuading people from trying to mess around in any big substantial ways #ways that wouldn't really hurt Creation #but that they would have to clean up (and they don't like doing that) #[The Corruption Arc] #Okay so now if people want to send in questions to ask Creation about the Corruption they can #either just at random or with a muse that's there asking

[the-blue-fairie]

Art by @shes-an-iso – commissioned by me and posted here with permission

Realization.

It is ten years ago and I am watching Frozen.

It is ten years ago and I am watching Elsa transform herself into her truest self, watching her spin threads of blue around herself, seizing power for herself – radical self-actualization.

The glint of Elsa’s ice dress reflects in my eyes as I watch Elsa strut into the sunlight ��� and I do not have words for why I am so moved.

I do not have words, but the shimmer stays.

It is ten years ago and I am choosing to become a part of the Frozen fandom.

I have lurked in fandom circles before, but never posted a thing, never made an account.

It is my first time being part of an online fan community – and, as awful as fandoms can be at times, this fandom – for me – ten years ago – is truly a community.

I begin to make friends in the Frozen fandom.

Some of these friends are trans.

The gleam of Elsa’s hair in the rose-gold dawn shines again in my eyes, and shyly, I begin asking questions of my friends.

Realization is nothing without the words to process it – and my friends give me words, my friends help me to understand.

I am a trans woman.

It is in this online space that I first take the name Liza for myself, since this online space is the only place that I can allow myself to be.

I build for myself. My blog is my own ice palace. What I cannot sculpt in daily life, I carve within online spaces – offering my writing, my thoughts, my edits, my soul to the world.

Everyone here knows me as Liza.

Even as I’m in the closet to my family for years, in here, I am Liza. My friends know me as I am, and as Liza is all they will ever know me.

But I am in the closet. For years.

(It’s why Do You Want to Build a Snowman still breaks me.)

In the closet more out of some misplaced sense of duty to my family than out of dread, though I am scared. Always scared. And then in the closet because I feel it’s better if I bury this. Not better for me, but for them. If I’m bleeding inside, it doesn’t matter. I can put on a show. I have fine-woven gloves. Well-taught decorum. Be the good girl you always have to be, etc.

(Maybe it’s my fault I’m in the closet for years. Anons on this site have told me that in the past. I don’t have it as bad as others in the closet, I’m just a coward, the fault is mine, the fault is mine…)

Fuck off.

(People blame Elsa for the thirteen years in the same way, placing the blame on her and not the tutelage that trained her, because her parents loved her, you see, and love becomes a convenient means of shifting blame to the victim.)

In June 2016, after the Pulse shooting, I make a post about how I’m never going to come out. I am terrified, heartbroken, mangled by grief – but my friends are there for me. My friends send me messages of support, of compassion.

I still cherish the memory of those.

Years pass. When I finally come out to my father, I can barely say the words, barely look him in the eye.

It is ten years since Frozen and I have come out to my family – far too late. I have been on HRT more than a year now.

(My dad still misgenders me when he thinks I’m out of earshot. He resents when I get frustrated with him over this.)

It is ten years since Frozen and I am Elsa on the North Mountain, staring into the whirlwind of an uncertain future, defiant and scared.

And I know – I know – that I didn’t process I was trans because of the film – it was because of the friendship of fellow trans people, trans people who happened to be Frozen fans a decade ago – but my journey of self-realization, my time in the closet, my creation of a sense of self, are so entwined with memories of Frozen that I can’t help but think of it when thinking about my own transition…

Can’t help but think of Elsa, hips swaying, arms outstretched, flashing, radiant –

Happy tenth anniversary, Frozen.

And thank you. Thank you.

(This is okay to reblog. In fact, please do. It is a sliver of my soul that I offer to the world.)

#frozen #elsa #transgender #trans #bigfrozensix #disney frozen

[creatingblackcharacters]

FAQs!

I go by Ice, she/her pronouns 💕. In case you had any of these questions, here you go:

1. "Why'd you make this page?"

I want to make the creation space- fandom to professional- more inclusive for people that look like me.

It is very disheartening when you really like something, and you see that oh! It's going to include a Black character! And then you get that character and... They're subpar. Especially in comparison to the usually white characters that have so much thought put into them. You accept them because you REALLY want that rep, but... We deserve to wholeheartedly accept our characters too, no ehhs about it.

I wanted to challenge myself, using my amateur art skills and my teaching skills, to convey to creators how that makes us feel, and little things they can do to more intentionally create their Black characters. There's more to us than adding to a diversity quota.

2. "So you aren't even a professional?"

I got 27.5 years of being a Black person on my resume 🤣 jokes aside, I am a self teaching artist. It's only been about a year for me. My more specific goal here is to use my skills to convey a perspective change towards Blackness, not necessarily a "how to do". If you want to learn the specific how-to's of drawing Black characters, there are Black artists all over Tumblr and the web that can show you. I actively encourage you to go check them out and support them, it's a great way to learn as well as to support our community!

3. "But if you're not a professional, why should I trust you?"

Well, again, because I don't have to be a professional to recognize when supposedly Black characters... Don't look like me 😅. Or, in writing, don't have any thought about me behind them. I could show my 87 year old Grandma some art and she'd recognize the issues.

But also, I personally believe that if you start from the foundations thinking about intentionally creating your Black characters, it'll make it much easier for you moving into the future. I am holding my hand out as a Black peer to HELP YOU! There are professional video games and art pieces and projects out there with poorly designed Black characters. The concept clearly needs to be introduced to the people somewhere before a million dollar project is release 🤣 But I can't talk to the people at the AAA studios. I can talk to you!

4. "I don't think race matters/should matter."

Alas, it does, everything we do is affected by our beliefs unconsciously or not- but I'm not going to waste my time and argue with you. This blog isn't for you 🤷🏾‍♀️ this blog is for those who want to take that first step to be better, both as creators and as people. 👍🏾

5. "Do you support AI?"

Not in the arts. Learn how to draw and/or write, it's very fulfilling.

6. "Do you answer asks?"

I do! However, this is a lesson based page, more than an ask based page. If I think your ask can be answered by one of my lessons, I'll refer you to that lesson. If it's an ask that's relevant to something coming up, I will answer it, but you will find more detail in the lesson coming up! I'm only one person doing this, and I can't answer every singular scenario. Also, keep in mind, if you ask me my opinion on something, I will be fair, but honest!

7. Will you be turning on anons?

Okay: right now, we've earned Anon Office Hours Wednesday thru Friday 12:30-6:30pm EST!

Most of this is due to the nature of what I'm discussing. Historically, these topics (and how race is relevant) upset some people, and it can get unsafe. Personally, I have no intention of allowing racists, or those who will take my advice in bad faith, to hide their faces. If you want to hate me, speak with your chest 😤👍🏾

The other part is that it is not a bad thing to ask questions! I did create this blog to be a learning opportunity. So long as you are kind to me and send me asks in good faith, I will be kind to you and reply in good faith. I'm also pretty sure I have the option to answer privately, so if you don't want your question posted publicly, You can say that.

If I get more questions, I'll update this!

#FAQs

[goodluckclove]

Hey. Stop scrolling for a second.

You scroll through writeblr a lot, don't you? I get why. Lots of fun people, interesting concepts and prompts. But maybe you haven't taken that jump from collecting resources on writing to actually writing.

Once again, I get it. It's daunting if you've never done it before. I've been doing it for a while and I genuinely can't think too hard about the act itself as it happens or else I get all sweaty and confused. I flopped spectacularly at a game of Scrabble tonight because I just ran out of words to think of and I'm in the middle of my 13th novel. Writing to me is like side-eyeing the sun - but that's besides the point.

What I mean is that you should do it. That idea that you think could be, might be, maybe has potential. More than that, I think you should do it right now. Right now.

Ooh but Clove, it's one AM and I have to do open heart surgery tomorrow. Cool. Write three sentences and go to sleep, then see if you want to do more after you get your license revoked.

But what if it's not good? Okay. What if it isn't? But what if it isn't, and it GETS good later? Or what if it isn't, but then later in the story you find a way to make those three initial sentences make sense? Three sentences isn't a story, unless you're Ernest Hemingway or a Haiku Man. Moving on.

Clove, where do I start? Honestly if you've never finished a project, or really never wrote anything at all, maybe just start at the point that sounds the most interesting in your head. To find the process that works for you takes work and experience so maybe for now you get dessert for dinner.

But I don't have an outline/character sheet/world map/mood board/playlist/ECT! Cool. Maybe that's an issue. Maybe it isn't. There's only one way to find out.

But it's hard! It's hard at first and then it gets easier. It's a muscle. You work at it consistently and you'll get to a point where you struggle to remember what it was like to not know how to write.

But it's painful! Hah yeah. That's kind of the more honest issue, isn't it. It's easier to think that your idea WOULD BE GREAT rather than face the fact that you might not be able to MAKE IT GREAT. That fear isn't based in reality, though. People like different things. You might write a work that you're displeased with in one aspect and find that it's changed someone else's life for a completely different reason.

What if I'm not a good writer? I struggle with this a lot and I've been published. It doesn't really go away even when people cry at your work and heap praise on it. But if you like to do it, if you would still be doing it even if there was no end promise of fame and success, you should do it.

What if I'm not a writer at all? I used to ask myself that. There are lots of answers to this question so I can only give my own: you are a writer if you write - past, present or future. If you haven't written in a long time but you're trying to get back to the craft, you are still a writer. You just have to keep trying.

What we do is half-trade, half-religious act, and because of that it is easily one of the weirder passions. I don't really get why people romanticize the field but at the same time I guess it seems pretty magical at times. As a writer, though, our job is to be the proverbial Man Behind the Curtain. You have to know how the magic trick works enough to do it successfully, but you also still have to be amazed. It's weird. I don't know why I do it.

I still do it though.

Write three sentences. Right now. Why not, right? If you send them to me in an ask I'll read them, or you can send them to me at my email address that I posted a few posts back because I'm old enough to know online safety and choose to ignore it. Or just do it for yourself.

Make something. You deserve to be a source of creation.

#im a little drunk #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing community #writing #on writing #authors of tumblr #creative writing #write #actually writing #writing prompt #writing inspo #writing inspiration #i need more people actually writing

[cozage]

Hello, I saw your event. Can I request a bedtime story with Sanji or Zoro where reader can't sleep without a bedtime story?Thank you and Happy birthday 🤍

This is a request for my Sleepover Event, send me one too! :) 

A/N: This is so cute and I imagine this happens early in the friendship/relationship

Characters: reader x Sanji

CW: implied WCI Spoilers

Word count: 530

Fairytale

You had been tossing and turning for almost an hour now, trying to drift off to sleep. You hated keeping Sanji up with your constant movement, but you just couldn’t get comfortable.

“Sanji?” you whispered. You knew he was still awake; his thumb was still rubbing against your arm, trying to soothe you into sleep. 

“Hm?”

“Can you tell me a story?” you asked. 

“A story?” he questioned. His voice was groggy. He had probably been on the verge of sleep several times before you had woken him up by your movement. 

“Any kind of story. Maybe it’ll help?” 

He hummed, thinking for a moment. 

“Once upon a time, there was a prince. He was a bit different from his brothers and sister, and they bullied him relentlessly.”

“How was he different?” you interjected, peeking up at him. 

You could feel him tense, thinking of an answer. “His siblings were…special. They had magical powers that made them stronger than any normal human. But the prince didn’t have those powers.”

“Why didn’t he have them?” you whispered.

“I dunno,” he admitted. “It’s just a story I’m making up.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll listen now.” You snuggled in close to him, closing your eyes to listen. “How did they bully him?”

“Oh, in the normal way. They beat him up, and ruined his creations, and they locked him up in the basement and pretended he never existed. He was trapped down in the dark, with nobody but the mice to talk to. He was utterly alone.”

You listened to his fairytale of a story about the hardships the little prince endured. Sanji was always such a romantic, over-exaggerating life and the experiences this imaginary boy was going through. He was so descriptive that you couldn’t help but be impressed by his storytelling abilities. 

“He escaped, though. With the help of his sister. He ran away from his family and he never looked back. He freed himself and found a new family to love. The end.”

“No,” you mumbled softly, almost asleep. “That’s not how stories are supposed to end.”

Sanji looked down at you, alarmed. “What do you mean?”

“He has to go back and beat them,” you said. “He has to take the throne and help the people.”

“Ohhh,” Sanji purred. “I see. Well, the good news is that the king was actually not a ruler of people. He was a conqueror.”

“That’s worse.”

You felt his had stop rubbing your arm. “Is it?”

“Mmmhmmm.”

Sanji sighed. “Well, how about this? The prince wanted nothing to do with his family or the throne. His family became a simple legend, withering away into nothing but stories. The prince, though, made a name for himself. He supported the family he loved and kept working at his passions. And he found people who loved and accepted him for who he was instead.”

It wasn’t the ending you wanted, but it seemed good enough for the prince. You were on the edge of falling asleep, so you didn’t object to his fairytale.

#one piece #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #one piece x you #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x y/n #sanji x reader #sanji x you #cozage #cozas sleepover event #✧˚sanji✧˚

[eywamygoddesswrites]

— ｐｉｌｏｔ １ —

synopsis: dreamscapes are known by the na'vi since the beginning of everything, especially the tsahiks and tsakerams. they come to this plane of existence to learn more about what happens to someone who falls asleep and what happens when another wakes up. do they pause when the na'vi is awake? or do they resume their lives as if it was normal? what happens when that character in your head begins to have their own consciousness?

pairing: avatar by james cameron x fem!platonic!reader

word count: 3.2k

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ao’nung knocked on the side of the mauri pod that the sully’s currently reside in while holding a singular utumauti as he shouted ‘delivery’. tuteo moved the leaf-like curtain that serves as the door of their home when ao’nung, out of the blue, chucked the utumauti at the omatikaya. neteyam quickly caught it but was irritated that it was the wrong thing the metkayina had brought. “yo, i asked for teylu!”

“your order has been replaced due to the shortage in requested—” ao’nung mumbled the rest before turning around and walking away. tuteo ran after the tutan his age, shouting his attention. “wait, aren’t you the olo’eyktan’s son? like, the metkayina olo’eyktan’s son?”

ao’nung didn’t know if tuteo was joking or just getting a rise out of him, but he was just confused why he had to ask. “yes?” he replied hesitantly. tuteo smiled and greeted him. “what’s up, my bro?” now ao’nung felt lost. “hey…” he says as he raised his hand to wave.

“ao’nung, right?” the metkayina nodded. “you went to awa’atlu middle school, correct?” how the fuck did this omatikaya know this kind of information?? “were you great at training on how to ride and bond with an ilu?” not to toot his own horn, but, he was one of the best students when learning how to become one with his clan.

“i mean, i was okay—” “c’mon, everyone was still getting the hang of it, but my bro was ready to pass his passage of rites then and there!” ao’nung felt his ego swoll for a moment. “i mean, my sa’nuk did say i was one of the best students.” his shoulders raised slightly, remembering when his teacher mentioned to his parents that he and a few of his classmates were the best in the class.

“and you wanted to become the next olo’eyktan?” tuteo continued on with his questions. “i mean, yeah, but—” “but then you started acting like an asshole and earning the reputation of having no traits of becoming an olo’eyktan” okay, ouch. tuteo didn’t need to hit that deep. fucking asswipe. “yeah, i heard your mom is disappointed.”

“look, if you’re going to just insult me, can’t you just leave me alone?” ao’nung had enough of this stranger pushing him down, and also, how the hell does this na’vi know so much about him? “look ao’nung, i know you’re trying your best now to make amends to the people you tormented for a while and you’re doing great! just remember that actions matter and people will forgive you in no time.”

ao’nung didn’t know if he should feel thankful or just straight-up punch tuteo in the jaw. “how in eywa’s name do you know so much about me??” he finally asked the pain-staking question.

“oh, we all worship you.” tuteo nonchalantly says, ao’nung’s eyes wide and may just pop out of their sockets. “yeah, we heard from your classmate about it and now we just straight up worship you.”

can… can na’vi’s worship other na’vi’s? is this even allowed? “we also sacrifice animals in your name.” “is that even alright to eywa?!!?” how can this… this forest na’vi say things like this?!? life comes from eywa, not ao’nung! he’s a creation of eywa just like the rest. so what… why??

“it’s almost time for us to worship you. you wanna join?” tuteo asked as if it was something so normal. ao’nung doesn’t know if not accepting the offer would cause him to be harmed so he just accepted it. tuteo motions him to come into the mauri pod and inside, tuteo began introducing him to the na’vi’s present.

“everyone, i have a surprise! we have a prestigious guest and it’s the one and only, ao’nung!”

ao’nung does the ‘i see you’ gesture to the na’vi’s before tuteo started to introduce them. “ao’nung, this is rotxo, ao’nung (2), ao’nung (3), ao’nung (4), lo’ak, ao’nung (5), and i’m ao’nung supreme.” tuteo, or ao’nung supreme, points to everyone respectively before pointing at himself being ao’nung supreme, or maybe just supreme for short?

everyone returns the gesture to ao’nung and each saying ‘oel ngati kameie’ to him. supreme leans closer to ao’nung saying that rotxo and lo’ak were new members before turning to the rest of the cult members.

“it’s sad to say that our ao’nung didn’t have any teylu for us to use as a sacrifice. but that’s okay.” supreme took the chopping board with the utumauti on top of it. he began sharpening the cutting knives. he turns to ao’nung, saying that the offering he was going to prepare was for him, making ao’nung smile slightly.

as supreme stabbed the fruit in front of him, the cult simultaneously says ‘tiyawn, ve’ki, tì’ipu. olo’eyktan,’ as their final action was holding up their palms and looking at ao’nung. the metkayina didn’t even know what to say so he just said a meek ‘thank you’.

supreme nods in contentment before telling the members that everyone did good. music began to play in the background as soft songs flew in the air. ao’nung was going to explain why he doesn’t deliver teylu when ao’nung supreme instructs ao’nung to wash his hands for 30 seconds specifically before they eat when ao’nung (2) interrupts the two by shouting that he already washed his hands.

the ao’nungs laughed while supreme tells ao’nung (2) that he wasn’t referring to him. while the rest laughed, ao’nung mumbled to himself that everything is just getting repetitive and supreme reminded him to wash for 30 seconds.

ao’nung goes to wash his hands and after he did, he hears knives being scraped and sharpened. he peeks to where the rest of the cult were and realized, ‘oh fuck…’ he actually fucked up.

while he was in the bathroom, the rest of the ao’nungs, more specifically lo’ak, was complaining that he was taking too long. lo’ak was dangling on the make-shift hammock and says to rotxo, “all the ao’nungs have probably finished setting up.” rotxo told lo’ak to calm down when lo’ak suggested that they should check on ao’nung.

“no.” rotxo says immediately, only for lo’ak to look up in disappointment. “why not?” he asked. “he’s probably pooping. that’s why he’s taking a long time.” rotxo rolls his eyes before continuing to sharpen the knives in his hands.

lo’ak’s face scrunched in annoyance and he thought ‘no one takes 20 minutes to shit—’ when rotxo says, “ao’nung fact number 436, ao’nung is a shy pooper. even if he’s alone at home, he takes him at least 20 minutes to poop peacefully.” lo’ak looks at rotxo, “you actually memorized those??”

rotxo replies with a ‘naaah, i just found some interesting.’ before he continues stating out facts. “ao’nung fact number 2427, he puts out a facade to hide his hurt.” ao’nung scoffs and mumbles to himself, ‘no i don’t’ when realizing that, yeah, maybe he does.

“ao’nung fact number 1426, he’s afraid of windows.” rotxo says as ao’nung was leaving out the window. ‘how the fuck would he know this?!’ he internally panicked before continuing to leave. lo’ak was getting impatient and wanted to get ao’nung out the bathroom while rotxo tells him to give ao’nung a minute to freshen up.

lo’ak insisted that they go in and fetch him while rotxo tells him no until lo’ak just swings the door open to reveal that ao’nung had already left.

ao’nung successfully left the pod, only to have met supreme on the way, who was going back to the mauri pod. it was awkward. like… really reeaallly awkward. it wasn’t until supreme hits ao’nung in the head hard that he blacked out.

ao’nung woke up in a cave with candles lit and surprisingly not tied up. he woke up abruptly to a projector lighting up and a movie playing until supreme turned it off. weird, supreme was dressed up as ao’nung.

“what’s happening?” supreme asked in fear. why was this… doppelganger dressed up as him? what will this double do to him? why was there a lot of him to begin with? “i’ll go straight to the point. i’m here to replace you.” ao’nung looked at supreme weirdly. “ao’nung supreme?” “yeah.” “oh my eywa.”

ao’nung rubbed his head in disappointment. “really, dude?” he looked at supreme with his lips thinned. “i know, i know, i’m sorry! but hey, i made you this as my apology.” supreme pulls out an armband he had made beforehand and gave it to ao’nung. “this is nice, thanks, but why are you doing this??” ao’nung took the armband and kept it instead of putting it on for now.

“i’m… actually trying to learn how to love myself. i mean, i already love you, so maybe if i become you, i can learn to love myself too.” supreme explains before adding, “i mean, there’s no one else i’d rather be than you.”

“you’re cool, for the most part, but you made the most of everything in your life. you may not be perfect, but you always do your best and i admire that. and no amount of perfection can top that.” supreme explains, causing ao’nung to think and realize, yeah, maybe it’s not a bad thing for someone to maybe at least give him a chance to love himself, even if it means taking his identity. “what happens now?” ao’nung asked.

“well,” supreme stands up and takes his accessories and tosses them to ao’nung. “dinner tonight is still in your honor.” ao’nung tilts his head in confusion. “and this is the part where things get complicated.”

‘supreme’ (ao’nung) and ‘ao’nung’ (supreme) went back to the pod where all the other ao’nungs waited for the pair. they both respectively went to their seats while everyone else settle in. ‘ao’nung’ lowkey motioned ‘supreme’ to give out a speech before dinner starts.

“rotxo, lo’ak, ao’nungs, and ‘ao’nung’, we worship you, albeit a little weird because you’re just a regular na’vi like us,” his wavering voice almost gave him away as the rest of the ao’nungs looked at him weirdly. “but everything about you is cool. the way you hunt, the way you ride the ilus, how you sign underwater, and how you learn to become the next olo’eyktan.”

“ao’nung fact number 194, despite ao’nung having to be the next olo’eyktan by default, he really wanted to be an olo’eyktan because his father was the olo’eyktan of the metkayina clan.” ao’nung (3), or AN for short, says while ‘supreme’ agrees with him. “yeah, and how you wanted to protect, not only your clan but also because you wanted to protect your mom and wanted her to be happy.” at this point, everyone became a little sentimental.

happy is not easy. happy may stay for a while but most of the time, it’s hard, impossible even because happiness was not normal. but still, ‘ao’nung’ was able to achieve it and he didn’t need any worshippers to show him that he helped someone.

“and that’s why, i’m so proud of you, ‘ao’nung’.” ‘supreme’ says as they both smiled at each other. just when ‘ao’nung’ was going to say something, rotxo stood up and mentioned that he has the knives ready.

lo’ak raised a knife at ‘supreme’ while saying that they knew that he was there to kidnap ‘ao’nung’ as rotxo says that they were all there to protect ‘ao’nung’.

‘ao’nung’ began to panic as he began to remove the accessories he had. “you have 3 seconds to leave this cult and never return.” lo’ak says, not dropping the knife any time soon. ao’nung (4) rolled his eyes and mumbled under his breath, ‘a little dramatic of these two.’ a countdown started and supreme told ao’nung to run but it was too late.

rotxo and lo’ak realized the two had swapped so they went for plan b: have them faint and go to another dreamscape. lo’ak holds up a cloth and made ao’nung faint and the next thing everyone knows, they were in someone else’s dreamscape

it was calming. they were on a cliff that ao’nung was familiar with. he would go to this place to gather his thoughts and calm himself down especially when he feels like everything was too much. everything was going well, good memories passed by his eyes until everything started to distort. ao’nung looks down to see a yovo fruit in his hand until looks up and another scene was placed before him.

supreme stood beside him as their wrists were tied behind their backs. they seemed to be standing in the forest at the edge of a cliff but instead of water that was beneath, it was the hard ground instead. “it appears we’re at a disagreement.” lo’ak says as the rest of the ao’nungs stood by. “one of you is jasper,” he points the knife at what appears to be ‘ao’nung’, “the other is that duplicitous, intemperate, covetous, rebarbative, callous leader, ao’nung supreme.” then points the knife to who appears to be ‘supreme’.

“one of you will be spared, the other will not.” rotxo added, an accent to what appears to be back in the olden days. ao’nung turns around, does rotxo really speak like that? “i dunno, man. lo’ak says it’s gonna be cool if we spoke like that.” that earned rotxo to get jabbed on the side with lo’ak’s elbow.

supreme immediately confesses that he’s ao’nung supreme while the jasper that stood beside him was the real jasper. rotxo was immediately convinced by it but lo’ak held him back. “prove it.” he simply said.

supreme simply nodded his head at each of the ao’nungs as he started to mention their names. “you’re rotxo te mayue ovuoka'itan, you’re lo’ak te suli tsyeyk’itan, his name is ro’at te etopx hosloek'itan, and his name is–” he was cut off by lo’ak. “okay, okay, jeez. we get it, you’re ao’nung prime. rotxo,” he turns to the metkayina, “throw him off the cliff.” just as rotxo was closing in at supreme, ao’nung shouts at them to stop.

“no? ao’nung, do you even know this na’vi? do you know why he even made you into a cult?” lo’ak starts as he gets closer to ao’nung. “do you even know anything about him? ao’nung, bro, we’re just protecting you.”

this may or may not be the most confused ao’nung has ever been since gaining consciousness in this dreamscape. “what are you even talking about?!” he shouts at the two. “rotxo and i are your step-brothers, ao’nung!” lo’ak shouts at the metkayina in front of him. how…? how can this happen? step-brothers? when did he even get stepbrothers?

“your father, he left remember? he left to learn sky people technology and made the most successful and only tech company here in pandora.” rotxo explains to the confused na’vi in front of him. “you… you never knew? your dad is one of the wealthiest people here in pandora’s history.” lo’ak adds. “we even found out about the plan to kidnap and replace you to inherit your dad’s estate.” lo’ak motions at supreme, who could only stare at the ground in shame.

apparently, supreme, or whoever this may even be at this point, created the ao’nung cult just to reel ao’nung in, and when it was done, he ordered from the fruit store he knew that ao’nung had been working for to earn a bit of money so that he can act out his elaborate plan on replacing ao’nung. none of what ao’nung knew of was real. everything, supreme never cared and why would he? ao’nung was just normal. nothing out of the ordinary nor special or whatever. just. normal.

supreme looked at ao’nung, his eyes telling him that what these ‘stepbrothers’ of his weren’t real as his voice softly called out to him. “it’s to come home, ao’nu–” before lo’ak could even finish, he was hit in the head with a heavy, thick woven basket by an ao’nung, shocking the rest of the ao’nungs present.

“it was real to me.” ao’nung (5) says in a deeper voice than the rest. that’s when ao’nung had a plan. he immediately tells ao’nung (5) to protect supreme. everyone knew a fight was coming. they all shouted ‘tiyawn, ve’ki, tì’ipu. olo’eyktan,’ as if it was a war cry and everything went in slow motion. they all ran at each other to attack as supreme began to run away from the commotion.

ao’nung saw this and began to run after supreme, leaving the rest of the ao’nungs to fight. supreme was no where in sight which gave ao’nung the time to get back to where the mauri pod was and got his makeshift bag. he’s going to leave this hellhole and never return.

just as he opened the front of the mauri in revealed supreme, regret plastered on his face as he stood there motionless as if he doesn’t know what to do or say. he greets ao’nung and ao’nung returns the gesture.

it was silence for a moment before ao’nung finally spoke. “you created a cult… just to replace me… why? why go through all this effort?” anger was evident in his voice. supreme bobbed his mouth like a fish until he finds his voice. “i just… i just wanted to be someone else.” “yeah i get that.” ao’nung cuts him off.

“but! but, that’s because i never knew my parents.” supreme continued. “i never had a home and i’ve made a lot of mistakes.” ao’nung grew uncomfortable. did supreme need to go through all this trouble because of family issues? eywa… people needs help.

“i found out about you and your dad and… and it made me want what you had.” supreme finally finished. ao’nung asked, “you had the chance but you didn’t take it. why?” supreme’s hands grew restless as they kept twitching. “that’s because i met you! i found out that you’re someone worth believing in.” 

ao’nung stared at supreme for a moment. maybe… maybe this time, he will give the benefit of the doubt. one last chance. “what’s your real name?” ao’nung asked.

supreme took a big breath in before telling his real name. “neteyam te suli tsyeyk’itan. no relations to lo’ak te suli tsyeyk’itan.” he gives a small smile at ao’nung, who returned it. “you’ve made my day terrible, neteyam.” they both laughed softly at themselves as ao’nung reintroduced himself to neteyam.

“can i have my armband back?” ao’nung asked, who then neteyam realized that they still had some of their accessories still on the other. neteyam apologized and they began exchanging the accessories back.

while they fixed their accessories back, ao’nung asked if neteyam wanted to meet his mom. “really?” ao’nung nodded. “yeah.” he assures the na’vi in front of him.

they both left the mauri pod to go to where ao’nung’s mom resided in. “we have so many stories to tell mom.” ao’nung says in excitement. neteyam agreed. “maybe we could use that projector you had? you know, what the sky people use to show those images?” ao’nung asked. “yeah! i have some movies that i really like. you might like ‘em too.” neteyam says as they walked further.

from another dreamscape, ro’at looked in the distance as he asks no one in particular, “you ready?” before taking a bite of the yovo fruit he has in his hand.

a/n: hey guys! sorry, this took so long to complete. i had to finish the fic specials and i got busy with class. i hope you all enjoy it!

taglist: @nyotamalfoy @hanhanartz @iwaslikeblah @tejas-kris @sophiexoxo-lol @neteyamforlife

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[merry-pitchmas]

Pitchmas 2022

Welcome to the seventh annual Merry Pitchmas Gift Exchange!!

Right, I’m sure most of you are used to this speech by now, so here’s a tl;dr, but for those of you that are new or need a refresh, check under the cut!

TL;DR:

Reply to this post to take part. Reblogs will not be included.

November 25th is the cut off date to sign up.

Posting begins on December 24th - not a day before! And you have to have your gift finished by the end of December.

You don’t need money to take part - just a dash of creativity and the drive to want to do something.

Manips, videos, fanfic, and comics are just a few examples of the things you can do!

All pairings are welcome, but I strongly encourage all participants to ANONYMOUSLY message the person they have to ask questions about which they might prefer.

TURN ON YOUR ANONS. I’ve gotten to the point where if your ask box is not set to allow anon questions and your Secret Santa cannot contact you, I won’t be trying to get in touch - I’ll just remove you from the exchange. So please, even if you’re sure anon asks are already allowed, double check. If you’re not sure HOW to do that, google is your friend.

If you change your name between now and the posting date, please send me a message to let me know. I will not be trying to track people down again this year.

Please don’t leave someone hanging. If you have no intention of doing anything and just want someone to do something for you, don’t reply. It’s not fair. (And I’m always looking for volunteers who will write for anyone that gets missed!)

HAVE FUN.

See you all soon!

~ Red.

Okay, so... how does this work?

If you would like to take part in the gift exchange, please REPLY to this post. Reblog all you want, but you won’t be included in the draw unless you reply. That’s just the easiest way for me to keep track of people. I’ll let this post circulate until November 25th. After that, I’ll chuck all the names in a hat and randomly assign Secret Santas. Once you have your person, feel free to contact them (anonymously - this is supposed to be a secret) and ask any questions about what they might like in a gift. Pairings, favourite tropes, etc. Which brings me to another biggie:

To anyone who wants to take part in this, please change your ask settings to allow anonymous questions!!!

Every year I have quite a few people come to me telling me they can’t ask their giftee questions because of this. That means I have to try to get a hold of them, which slows the process down for everyone and drives me to drink. I’ve gotten to the point where if your ask box is not set to allow anon questions and your Secret Santa cannot contact you, I won’t be trying to get in touch - I’ll just remove you from the exchange.

So please, even if you’re sure anon asks are already allowed, double check. If you’re not sure HOW to do that, google is your friend. 

Posting Date.

You can post your finished pieces starting December 24th. Please don’t post before this and please make sure your gift is posted by the end of December. Once the 24th rolls around, you can reveal yourself as your person’s Secret Santa by posting/scheduling your creation on your blog and @/tagging the person. Also, please tag your entry with #merry pitchmas 2022 so that I can find them all and combine them into a master post once everyone has posted.

“But I don’t have any money!”

You don’t need money for this! No, dear friends, all you need is some time and your imagination. You see, this exchange is all about getting creative. Your gifts can be fanfiction, fanart, gifsets, manips, and anything else that falls under the header of fanworks.

What pairings are accepted?

All pairings are welcome. However, please make a point of contacting your giftee if you aren’t sure which pairings they enjoy.

Also!

If you change your blog name at all over the next two months PLEASE let me know. It’s really, really difficult to hunt people down if you don’t. I put a lot of work into making a list of who has who and that gets completely effed up if User007 has changed their name to ButtercupPony85. Again, I have reached a point where I will not be combing through tags and blogs looking for people.

In closing!

This is all about having fun. 

You know what isn’t fun? Putting time and effort into giving someone a gift, only to not receive one yourself. Every time I’ve done this previously, there have been people who have said yes to taking part who have gotten their gift and then not followed through in giving theirs. Refused to reply to messages and left someone without anything. Luckily, there are some lovely, wonderful people who offer to help out and dedicate even more of their time to coming up with something for those people.

PLEASE DO NOT SAY YES IF YOU AREN’T PLANNING ON HOLDING UP YOUR END OF THIS.

It’s not fair.

If you aren’t going to be able to finish your gift in time, or at all, please let me know. That way I can contact the person you have and let them know it’ll be late or arrange for something else to be done for them.

Speaking of…

Once again, I’ll be looking for volunteers I can hit up in the event that some people get missed and need replacement gifts. If you’re interested, shoot me a message on this blog. I’ll love you forever.

Remember!

This is all about having fun!! I started this so that everyone could have a good time in the fandom around the holiday season. So that people who may be headed towards a rough holiday season or who might not get gifts elsewhere will have something to look forward to and something to work on during what can either be a really great or really tough time of the year.

See you all soon!

~Red

#merry pitchmas 2022 #hear ye hear ye #pitch perfect #bechloe #et all

[teawaffles]

my stance on e-pub versions of the light novel TLs

Recently, I've noticed an increasing number of asks about turning my light novel translations into epub/PDF versions for offline reading. As such, I've decided to clarify my stance on this upfront:

📌 My stance on offline versions

I'm alright with others compiling the translations into offline versions (epubs, PDFs etc.), as long as the following conditions are respected:

The files are not shared publicly, whether online or physically;

The files are not monetised (i.e. you are not making any money from their creation and/or distribution);

Credit is given to teawaffles.tumblr.com within the files themselves

A brief rationale for this

No public sharing

The light novel TLs are still being updated, especially now that the serialisation of The Remains gives me an opportunity to relook the TL and fix mistakes. Publicly sharing the epub files will only lead to more people reading an outdated version of the translations :(

While I do appreciate that there are some who prefer to read the novels offline, please remember that this work isn't yours to distribute! A lot of time and effort was poured into writing the translations — and then to have that work turned into files and publicly distributed by someone else (even with the best of intentions) honestly feels awful 😢

Lastly, it is not strictly legal to post fan-translations online. Publicly distributing the fan-TLs as files can cause a whole lot of trouble, especially in the event that the novels become licensed in English 😥

That said, I would like to draw your attention to the emphasis on public sharing — it's okay if you want to share your epub versions of the TLs with friends on private channels! The key thing I want to avoid is a situation where anyone can simply do a Google search for epub versions of the TLs, and download them.

No monetisation

These translations were shared freely so that more people can read these stories — they are not for you to profit from 🙏 I hope you can respect the intent with which the TLs were shared with you, and pay it forward should you wish to distribute your epub versions privately.

Credit within the files

This one should be straightforward: leaving the credit within the files themselves will ensure proper attribution whenever the files are shared. In addition, leaving a direct link back to this blog will allow the reader to find the latest version of the TLs.

A closing note

In conclusion, as long as you respect the above conditions, there is no need to contact me separately should you wish to turn the light novel TLs into epubs 🙏

Also, I wanted to highlight that I personally maintain backups of the light novel TLs (and all other Yuumori TLs too), so there is no need to archive the translations for the sole purpose of preventing them from vanishing |･ω･)

If that is a concern for you, you may wish to find private fandom discussion channels where such material is archived off the public web...

And that's it from me!

If you have any further questions, do feel free to DM this blog or send an ask 💜 I will likely take a while to reply (working life is really quite hectic), but rest assured that I will get to it^^

#updates #important info

[pommigranite]

*plops a plate of cookies down on the table, slides you a beverage, and sits in the chair backwards*

Ocs. Who ya got?

gasp my hypnotism worked-

*takes cookies* substantial compensation acquired

okay so here we go I’ve got like two that I want to talk about- my babies if you will

natrix and joli are my precious babies and I have decided that everything will be okay and good for them… eventually

if you wanna ask specific questions you can, I’ve fleshed out Joli way more than natrix though, so lemme put some stuff under the cut that I just copy and pasted from my notes lol

THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME TALK ABOUT MY BOYS AND FEEL FREE TO ASK ME ANY SPECIFIC QUESTIONS ABOUT THEM TOO (give me an excuse to talk about my creations lol)

Joli

Joli is a spiny turtle mutant

Created and brainwashed by the Kraang but saved by the resistance (remember that Kraang labor camp from the movie?? Yeah…)

The turtles personally helped him recover

Formed bonds with Raph first, then Mikey, then Donnie, then Casey (notice Leonardo is last)

Joli and Leonardo butt heads a lot, especially once Joli’s old personality comes back. He’s quick to criticize and correct Leonardo, which leads to a couple of people doubting Leonardo’s leadership, especially after Raph is gone

They have a bit of an emotional moment after Leonardo saves Joli’s life during a mission gone wrong

Enemies to friends to lovers

Joli dies during that final mission (the one in the first four mins of the movie)

The only reason Mikey died was because his powers had to be strong enough to send Leo and Casey back to the past, as well as place Joli in the past timeline- one in which he didn’t exist before

So now Leonardo and Casey meet Joli in the “past”, Joli’s still Leonardo’s age when they meet, but he remembers nothing about the other timeline, meanwhile Leonardo remembers everything about his husband and Casey remembers everything about his adopted second father

Basically Leonardo has to help Joli remember/ basically fall in love with him again, all while trying not to freak him out about… the whole situation

Some little fun facts include that Joli’s favorite color is indigo and he loves spicy food

another little fun fact is that Joli went through a big redesign, if you look for him in my class doodles you’ll see he was actually a yellow bellied slider before but I saw that spiny turtle on google and was like “I want that one” lol

Now as far as Natrix goes I don’t have as much about him but I do know he works at a bakery in the Hidden City and they have a partner who’s an axolotl yokai named Eros - Natrix is very much just my “here for a good time” child that I might hit with some angst or story with somewhere down the line lol

#pommanswers #pommocs #natrix oc #joli oc #I think I tagged this right lol #rottmnt oc #THANK YOU FOR THE COOKIES TIARA MWAH MWAH

[rinadragomir]

Heyy rina what's up?

Just saw your post about the hate for CHoT being so overwhelming it's making people who liked it feel uncomfortable. I haven't read the book yet because the cost of it where I live is ridiculous (like 5x what it should actually be) and I'm waiting for it to go down. Been avoiding the tsc related tags for the same reason, I didn't want any spoilers. May I ask, what's all the hate about? Like, is it valid hate, about the book not being good, or just fandom hate for characters not behaving the way their fanon selves do or something? Is the book even worth reading, or am I just wasting my time waiting to read it?

But I can always send you a good epub version✨ with an additional story✨

Listen. The book IS good. Period. The problem we're facing right now is not the writing's quality. It's the issue of expectations. I'd rate this book 8/10, I really loved it. There are some things that I wished were done differently, but that's only my opinion.

I understand that waiting for 2 years for one book is a lot, but Covid wasn't something Cassie could've predicted☝🏻 And of course when you're waiting for so long you start thinking that THAT SOMETHING HAS TO BE SO DAMN SPECIAL IT CAN TOP ALL PUSHKIN AND TOLSTOY'S CREATIONS. When you're waiting for sth for so long you inevitably end up having a clear picture of it in your head. And when the actual thing doesn't look like the picture in your head it can be devastating.

Some people can't accept whom Cassie chose to kill this book. Some people didn't like how it was handled. Some people are mad that Cassie didn't include scenes they were expecting to see. Some people are mad that she included scenes they consider useless. It's a matter of personal tastes.

It doesn't mean that all people hate the book, actually lots of people who text me say that they were really satisfied with the ending. But people who are not are being really loud rn and this is not an environment which motivates people to post their positive thoughts. + Every time Cassie posts sth on Tumblr/answers our questions, people react...in a bad way, doesn't matter what she says, they're just mad at her right now.

And this is the part where I should remind y'all that being mad is okay, disliking the book is okay, post 535753 annoyed posts daily is okay, it's your right. INSULTING THE AUTHOR AND SENDING HER HATE IS UNACCEPTABLE ⚠️⚠️⚠️

So✨the book is great! I really enjoyed it and I still do, like I'm rereading it literally every day and I'm not planning to stop✨ Don't be afraid of the hate! I'll be fully back in action in a while and I'll work on creating a positive inspiring environment 🫶

#asks✨ #chot #chain of thorns

[hollowed-stars]

This is my goodbye to Akira Toriyama, whose creation shaped many people’s childhood including mine. Disclaimer, the characters belong to Toriyama-san. Rest in peace.

Where dreams started

By Hollowed-stars

A sudden sharp pain at the front of his forehead woke him up. The moment he opened his eyes it was gone. He didn’t remember falling asleep on his desk, the papers with still wet ink stuck to his forearms. He pulled them away softly, his arms and hands painted black. He laughed softly and shook his head at his clumsiness. Putting the papers softly on the wood he contemplated his pieces. There was some of the recent Sand Land, some of Dragon Ball with Goku doing a KameHameHa, some of Goku when he was little and was training with Krillin under Master’s Roshi’s cuestionable guidance. He looked a bit further and saw some of Arale’s. He stopped for a second. Why had he drawn this? He hadn’t drawn anything from her or Goku in a long while. His apprentice was in charge of Dragon Ball nowadays anyway.

He went to stand up, but under his foot he felt a wooden cylindrical piece that was painfully familiar. It should be impossible. For a moment he thought about questioning what was happening. He reached down and grasped the tool, eyes falling upon it.

It was his pen holder. The one he loved, the one that accompanied him since the tender age of 14.“Oh how I missed you dear friend.”

Maybe drawing one last time wouldn’t be so hard anymore. He took one of Arale’s drawings and traced on the lines, colored in her colors, purple hair, pink cap, blue jumpsuit. A proud and soft smile formed on his face.

He started on one of Goku and Krillin when they were kids. Then one of Gohan and Piccolo, Freeza and Namek, Androids and Cell, Vegeta and Trunks, Bulma, Gohan and Cell, Majin buu and Satan, Videl, Yamcha, Tien, Chiatzu, Chi-chi and Goten, Roshi, Mr. Popo, Kami.

When he finished, Toriyama-san was exhausted. He took another page, wanting to draw something more even though he didn’t have an idea of what. There was so much to do. His pen hovered over the white page when someone knocked on his door.

“Who’s there?”

The door opened and in came a girl with a cap on her head. Toriyama-san gaped at her, struck.

“I’m sorry to interrupt sensei!” she cried, playing with her fingers.

“…it’s okay.”

The girl smiled brightly, nerves forgotten, she rushed to him and grasped his hand with the pen holder in it.

“Come on!”

“Wait-! Where?”

She looked at him, like she was just realizing something. Her smile diminished some.

“It’s time sensei. They are waiting. And he is waiting just outside!”

Akira Toriyama looked back at his desk. His work was still incomplete.

“It’s completed.”

He turned sharply to her, asked her what she meant.

“It’s completed, your work it’s done. The whole world knows.”

He looked at his desk one last time. He let go of her and walked back. He put his pen holder over the drying pieces, caressing the edges of the papers with the tip of his fingers. Arale was waiting at the door, he followed her. She opened the door into the dark night and just outside stood his friend.

“Hi sensei!” the man laughed a little, giving him a smile he knew too well.

“Hello Goku” he smiled back at him.

He walked to him and stood by him. The door closed behind him, Arale nowhere in sight.

“A glimpse through the past. Can’t go back can I?”

Goku sends him a sad smile.

“There is no Shenlong here to grant that wish.”

Toriyama laughed.

“But,” Goku put his finger mischievously under his nose, Toriyama looked on curiously “I can take you there. Where wishes can be fulfilled.”

Goku gave a sharp whistle.

A golden light came down from the clouds, right towards them. Once it arrived it floated shyly in front of them. Goku and Toriyama laughed at it. They climbed on top of the Flying Nimbus and flew away like a rocket piercing through the clouds and the fabric of reality.

As a new star shines now on the horizon, a flame goes out in the dark. An emerald dragon cruises the heavens softly, leaving a path in the golden clouds. A man of fiction and a man of flesh laugh together, eyes crinkled at the corners, tears wetting eyelashes.

Note: This will be posted on my ao3 account too (under the username Hollow_stars).

#dragon ball #akira toriyama #rip #fanfic #goku #son goku #arale norimaki #dragon ball z #dragon ball super #fictive #anime and manga #goodbye

[luna-di-fuoco]

OC QUESTIOOONSS🫶🫶

16. How did they become a character?

30. What music do they enjoy?

48. Do they have anything they are trying to hide from others?

—-🫶 bihanspookies

FINALLY. I CAN TALK ABOUT MY OCs HDKJGHDL (okay it's mostly yukina, but still) THANK YOU POOKIE 💖💖💖 16. how did they become a character? - during the height of my teenage years (around 2009), i wanted to work on story that altered the events from tekken 5 onward. at the time, i was really salty about jin's evolution and what the series tried to do with him as a character. i played with the idea of, "what would happen if someone else won the tournament instead of him?"

now mind you, this was also at a time where i was getting reintroduced to sailor moon (i was super into it as a kid but thought it vanished since it stopped airing on tv after a while). i definitely went the fanfiction route with her initial creation (and perhaps still to this day), but with sailor moon and tekken having such a huge influence on me, yukina was born out of those passions

30. what music do they enjoy? - yukina listens to a lot of rock & roll and metal (though there are subgenres she won't touch). for her, it's a way to connect to her father as he died before she was born. he was big on the rock & roll genre, so when she was a kid, her mom would play his favorite records for her to check out (which she came to love and enjoy)

aside from that, i picture her listening to softer music like acoustic guitar instrumentals and tracks with a singer and ukulele

48. do they have anything they are trying to hide from others? - aside from keeping her guardian form a secret, yukina has a tendency to hide her pain from those she cares about

being close to people is something she desperately wants, but with everything she's gone through, she keeps them at arm's length in fear of losing them too

she does learn to overcome this with time; all it takes is the right person to enter her world and break her walls down

thanks for asking! | send in OC questions

#luna's ocs #ask game #text #not mahou shoujo #yukina kurimoto #bihanspookies

[lgbtmi]

(gehenna-calling) let's have some eva lore!! 2, 9, 17, 21, 27, 35

EVA LORE EVA LORE EVA LORE @gehenna-calling YOU'RE EVERYTHING TO ME

69 ttrpg character questions (send me some too if u want!!)

2. what was your original concept for this character? how did playing them change that concept?

The creation of Eva was a labour of love between me and one of my friends. The ST for the game is very laid back and easygoing, and didn't ban any clans. We were thinking of two thinbloods looking for their sires for a bit, but then I asked him "what if it's a thinblood and their sire in the same coterie though?" since the game is an After the Fall, and the city's to shit, so who cares about the Traditions, right? I asked the ST if he'd be okay with it, he said go for it, and then shit went downhill real quick. Banu Haqim Sire who is a police officer named Adam with Eva, his high school sweetheart who is terminally ill and thus keeps getting arrested for petty crimes was a lovely way to get this character rolling. The terminally ill bit rolled out of me picking thin-blood flaws and merits for her, as I think lifelike and vitae dependency should work like illness, and the ST is once again on my side, so her search for health is just a great concept I suppose :3 She hasn't changed much yet in my playing her, though. In my defense, I've played her a shocking total of two times so far... but I'm having a lot of fun with her so far <3

9. when in their life were they most scared?

Probably when they were diagnosed for the second time. The first time, she was mostly hopeful and ready to just get over the cancer. The second time, it hit her harder because chances of survival dropped so significantly. She wasn't ready to die, still isn't, and the ever looming threat of the end of her life really scared her shitless for a couple of weeks.

17. they’re crying—what did it take to make them cry?

Eva's one of those people who don't really have control of their tear ducts. If she gets too emotional (be it angry, sad, or overly happy), she will tear up. Hell, if the air's too dry, there will be tears. She's doing her best in keeping her emotions under control, though, because it doesn't look professional. She used to keep everything bottled up, but since her diagnosis she's gotten less bottly and more open, simply because there's no reason to keep everything in anymore. And hey, when she gets incredibly nauseous due to medication she's on, she's going to cry about it.

21. do they have an idea about how they’ll die? do you?

Getting embraced by her high school sweetheart was not how she thought she was going to go out. She always expected death to come swiftly. Metastases that would eventually drain the life out of her. And it's not like it's going any better now that she's been embraced. She gets sick often still, symptoms that bring back the lingering fear of death. Adam might have said this would fix her, but she's unsure, since she's still sick and she feels like she's dying every so often. It'd only make sense for her to succumb to the disease. Her ambition is finding a cure, though, a way for her to live out her vampiric days without sickness. At which point, with the state of her city currently, the SI is probably going to get her.

27. how do they usually dress? why do they dress the way they do?

Eva was born and raised in a family with money, money that comes from a family business. Due to that, she's always been told to dress properly, and she has kept that up even now. Her go-to outfits can best be described as business casual, but she knows when to dress business chique if the situation asks for it. She prefers dresses over pants as they feel less restrictive, but she's also not immune to a good suit or a nice pair of pants. Sometimes she might even prioritise the way she looks over the way an outfit might make her feel.

35. when did they feel loneliest?

Eva's no stranger to feeling lonely. Her family have mostly made her feel like she's an expendable resource, her brother actively works against her, and due to her family's legacy, she's never been quite sure if people liked her for her, or for her family. The worst day of her life was probably the day her best friend from a support group passed away, though. They always had each other, but now she's once again on her own.

#gehenna calling #eva-ngelical #my characters #she's so normal and fine i'm so excited to play her again tomorrow ;A; #me? thinking of silly ways things work together? it's more likely than you think

[newcomernewcums]

Hello! I just wanted to let you know that in your most recent price headcanons post, you made a note about him loving how your cheeks turn bright pink. While I understood what you meant and that he likes you being flustered when you write physical descriptors for the reader, it can feel isolating to those who do not fit into those physical descriptors and take way the enjoyment for them. We’re all human and we all slip up sometimes but I just wanted to let you know so it’s something you are more aware of in the future. Below I’ve linked a few resources about how to make reader inserts more inclusive ♥️

https://at.tumblr.com/flightlessangelwings/on-the-subject-of-white-coding-in-fandom-creations/ztvx4n9kpbgq

this brings up a good question i think i wasn’t conciously asking, but ig ill establish now?

i haven’t been separating myself from the reader insert, but i think i have been straying away from the descriptions of whiteness that exclude me personally as a poc. I haven’t, however, been as aware of descriptors that usually signify whiteness but don’t exclude me? because of that, i think i’ll consciously try to make my fics as non-descriptive as possible from now on. Even though i was writing myself in there its… not rly necessary ig? especially if my descriptions are only excluding poc

I’d love it in the future if yall could like, tumblr dm me with concerns if that’s okay with etiqette and comfortability, i promise i dont bite, i’d just love to be able to talk through these issues as they upset people, cause i’m still kinda iffy on how i’d like to best handle this in the future and i’d love to be able to have a whole dialogue about any issue that may arise. I may end up changing my mind and j making fics for black readers, who knows.

I probably won’t be answering any more constructive asks like this on my page. Feel free to send them in, i’ll absolutely read and think over them, i j won’t answer publicly. I just wanted to set this identity-less writing as a standard for the future on here.

I also edited the Price headcannon to take that out, i’ll go back through chapter 5 and the rest of tspf another time when i have the energy.

I’d love it if you could send me the rest of the resources you mentioned! thanks anon

#imagine acidentally whitewashing yourself #dear god i need to go back to therapy #hope this makes sense to anon and all of you #thanks for reading

[sometipsygnostalgic]

found entrapta in xc3

except he is is this 4 year old boy (12ish physically)

his name is Valdi and he looks like a Mechonis (android) from Xenoblade Chronicles 1 except hes vat grown and ages at the same rate as humans somehow because thats how everyone in this game ages, it is pretty fucked up

he is the “best engineer in this side of the war” 

anyway here are the reasons valdi is entrapta

1. he picked a fight with 6 experienced fighters because he wanted to get more supplies for his tech 2. when we beat him he goes WOW, SO COOL, TEACH ME EVERYTHING YOU KNOW and our characters are like ???? why would we do that? you tried to fight us??? 3. our resident nopon techie guy is like "your robots were shit because you upgraded light armored robots with heavy robot weaponry" and hes like "oooh that makes sense" 4. "what colony are you from?" "30!!" "who is the commander?" "oh that would be me!!" "you fucking wot mate???" we see him talking to an exasperated advisor, he literally ditches all of his duties so he can come out and fight us with robots 5. "it's okay i can walk home and make new robots to escort me from random scrap!"  "wouldnt that require salvaging??" "oh shit, yeah. uhh i might need help" 6. "what were we doing here again??" "salvaging??? did you forget??" "oh yeah!!!" 7. he only makes Attack robots because he loves making Attack robots and has literally never considered doing anything else 8. he sees a bunch of destroyed robots, indicating a lost battle, and is like "wow! this makes me sad because i just WANT TO SALVAGE ALL THIS TECH" and the other characters want to fight him, and then he comes up with some random profound shit he heard from his dead master 9. he. he says this!!!! he says this fucking line!!!!!!

Entrapta: Well, there’s no reason to get huffy because an experiment fails.  Failure is a vital part of scientific endeavor!!!!

(i actually made this joke on tumblr the other day after it was in a trailer, and forgot about it and was taken offguard when he said that quote ingame) 10. he is told "you know if you are sick of people taking advantage of your Attack robots and getting themselves in trouble, you can start making Non-Attack robots, right???" and he goes "OH YEAH... IVE NEVER THOUGHT OF THAT BEFORe, WTF" 11. he makes an Emily on the spot. he makes a robot to look after himself out of scrap from robots that hed built to kill people. i dont make this up.  12. someone from Management (one of the bad guys) shows up and says "wtf??? you wanna stop making destroyer robots??? from what i recall, you said "ill be fine as long as i can make my death robots", right???"

13. he also doesn’t really give a shit about helping Agnians, the opposite side of the war, or his colony’s sworn enemy Ouroboros, because he kind of sees everyone as an opportunity to learn more about technology. he is the ONLY character in the game so far to not care what side of the fight he’s helping. 

EDIT: 14. even though he kind of sends them to their death, he thinks all the robots he creates are sapient. he says “in the next life ill make you into the best protector robot” immediately before he pulls a gun on his best creation to destroy it. then his giant mech is stolen, his emily-bot dies protecting him, and he has his mandatory xenoblade chronicles breakdown about how he is a small guy but his robots taught him he was worth something. this kid is fucking wild. 

EDIT 2: 15. i told him everything in his life was a lie and he didnt give a shit!!! he let me liberate his colony without asking any questions or talking to any of them about it. 

16. then he asked to join my team and when i accepted it said that I “inherited his traversal ability and can now climb up walls”, which sounds about right. 

#xenoblade chronicles #xc3 #entrapta #she ra

[pulaasul]

Freeloaders or Squatters C5 - Kurama Neon

Neon is curious why her supporter wants to meet with her at Keiwa’s house.

A/N: Shoutout to @narashikari​ @askrikkaiandhyotei​ for coining the term “Berobaa-san” that I am using in this fic XD. Also shout out to @flaim-ita​ , @chancellorxofxtrash​ , @rainixdra​ , @tokuteasings​ and @maou-the-tree​ because a lot of their responses have contributed to this idea XD

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Neon had a lot of questions. One of which was why was she meeting her supporter at Keiwa's house.

As far as Neon knew, Kyuun and Keiwa did not interact let alone meet. Sure, Kyuun was aware of Keiwa's existence but the only time Keiwa saw Kyuun was when he was escorting her out of the battle arena that Michinaga-san set up.

Thinking that she won't lose anything if she just knocked on the door, she did just that.

As expected, the person who answered the door was Keiwa.

The last time she saw Keiwa, there was this anger in his face that she doesn't think she has saw it before, and Sara-san was in danger before too.

To be fair, she hasn't seen his expression as it was covered by his helmet.

Although she could admit that Keiwa had the potential of being as ruthless as Michinaga-san.

The Keiwa she was seeing now seemed resigned. She couldn't sense any lick of emotion from the man before her.

"Neon-chan… can you give me your ID core?"

"My ID core?"

"I'm afraid once you'll see who's inside, property damage would be inevitable, I just want the apartment to continue standing by the time you leave."

"Property – it's not like Beroba's inside your house, right?" Neon asked.

Keiwa shook his head, sighed, and then nodded.

"Seriously? After all, she's done?!"

"I'm a bit like you now, Neon-chan," Keiwa admitted. "Someone the goddess of creation revived."

"She re- you died."

"After your last round of the Jamato Grand Prix."

"But why?"

"The reason nee-chan is a Rider now…"

"That seems unfair…"

It really was unfair. Sara-san agreed to become a Rider so that Keiwa won't be one, but he ended up becoming one anyway.

It was also unfair to the other participants, as selfish as it is think about it, Sara-san got her wish of getting her brother back even without winning the Grand Prix.

Just like her father was…

"I know…"

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry." Neon hugged the man before her. "You did not deserve this."

Keiwa did not deserve this kind of life.

Sara-san did not deserve this kind of life.

No one deserved this kind of life.

"Neither did you." Keiwa hugged back. "All things considered, I just tolerate her existence as she stays in the house full time."

"Haaaah?!" Neon exclaimed. "She's squatting?!"

Beroba's staying with the Sakurais full time, like a toxic mother-in-law, not that she knew any, who'd just invite herself inside the house, unannounced.

"Wait… why did Kyuun want me here then?"

"Kyuun-san is already inside, just; please give me your ID core."

"Okay, I'm giving Kyuun a piece of my mind."

Neon gave Keiwa her ID core as she hastily removed her sandals at the genkan.

"Wha-"

"Hello, Neon-chan!" Beroba cut off whatever remarks Neon might have.

"Konnichiwa, Obaa-san."

"Obaa-san?!"

"Keiwa called you Berobaa-san, why are you upset?"

"See, Tycoon? You won't let me have any fun?!"

"Do I have to ask Kekera-san how old you are again, Berobaa-san?" Keiwa fired back as he got a frying pan and began prepping it for his next dish.

Beroba simply pouted at the retort.

"So, why are we meeting here?" Neon turned his attention to Kyuun, totally ignoring the glare and pout that Beroba was sending her way.

"It's part of Beroba's sick game." Kyuun admitted.

"What does she get out of this?" Neon raised an eyebrow. "And why are we agreeing to her game in the first place?"

"She can hear you." Beroba decided to cut in.

"Then, maybe, leave?" Neon offered with a scathing smile.

"Told you, Berobaa-san, once people visit often enough, they'll get numb to the idea of you being here, free-loading off of me and my sister's incomes."

"Wait, they don't even pay rent?"

Like a toxic person indeed.

"Nope."

"But this is the first time Na-go's visited, she should be reacting differently."

"It was suspicious enough that Kyuun wanted to meet with me in Keiwa's house, and I was right." Neon glared at her supporter.

"Hai, hai, Neon-chan, what would you like to have?"

"You're cooking me, food?"

"Sure, since I'm already cooking for Berobaa-san and Kyuun-san."

"Do you even pay for his service?" Neon looked at her supporter.

"We don't have money, Neon." Kyuun admitted.

"It's some utopia where everything is according to their wishes," Keiwa added. "It's like everyone in their time is a Desire god in their own right."

"Money is so primitive." Beroba commented.

"So no money…"

"We have other means to trade away for something else, if not for that, the Desire Grand Prix wouldn't exist."

"So it's just a case of your currency not matching with ours." Keiwa hummed.

"And you don't call it money."

"The concept of it is the same." Beroba yawned.

"Actually, I might actually have an idea…" Kyuun actually smirked.

"So, Neon-chan?"

"I'm getting what they're having." Neon smiled.

"Kyuun-san, what would you like to have?"

"Can we have some Katsudon?"

"Berobaa-san?"

"Gyukatsu this time, please!"

"Then, can I have some Katsudon?" Neon asked, if not, I will get what Kyuun is having."

"It's no problem, I'm used to the supporters' weird requests for food," Keiwa shrugged. "Considering the things they have me cook, our finances have taken a beating."

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Everyone in the house was just eating silently. Neon found the silence a bit awkward while Keiwa did not seem to mind anything at all.

"That reminds me, has Kekera ever told you how you could support having two supporters around your house?" Kyuun broke the silence.

"No, and he hasn't told me of ways to keep our finances from taking a big hit."

"Neon, how about your father?"

"That's a great idea, Kyuun!"

"Nope, I'm not begging for money even if it's house two freeloaders." Keiwa immediately vetoed the suggestion.

"Who's saying you'd be asking for money, frankly, this is just compensation," Neon smirked. "Niram would definitely try to compensate you, even if it's to assuage my father."

"Compe-what are we?"

"I don't know, Berobaa-san, why don't you tell me what you are?"

"We'll just ask my father to ask Niram to get you hired as a DGP staff member." Neon laid out her plans.

"Niram's dead." Beroba yawned. "He died alongside Geats, turning into bubbles."

"If he died by … why's he working with Michinaga?"

"Beats me," Beroba popped another jelly in her mouth. "Niram's death was a sight to see, I have to admit."

"So both the Game Master and Producer are dead." Neon hummed.

"There's Samas." Kyuun offered.

"Samas?"

"She's the girl that's always tailing the producer like a lost puppy." Beroba supplied.

"Do they even hire people from this time period?" Keiwa couldn't help but ask.

"They do," Kyuun confirmed. "PunkJack was a man of this time period."

"Before Girori blew his brains out." Beroba chuckled as she popped another candy in her mouth.

"He was?" Neon's eyes widened as she looked at the supporters.

"You know there is another way," Beroba smirked. "You do know that I both Vision Drivers,"

"No," Keiwa immediately rejected the idea. "It's bad enough that you used sacrifices to revive me, I am not going to use a wish just to get more money, despite the situation."

"Sacrifices?"

"All the people we lost in the DGP have been used to fuel how the world was rewritten like my parents were."

Sacrifices?

People's lives were sacrificed for her to exist?

Neon couldn't process what she just heard, so she tabled the thought for later.

"You know, Tycoon, your parents were admirable." Beroba chuckled.

"What? They wanted a son so one of them made a wish and created me?" Keiwa raised an eyebrow.

"No, that would just be boring," Beroba grinned. "Despite being on death's door, they still cared for their daughter and asked for someone outside the Jamar area to get her to safety."

"We would have been happy if the four of us could live in a house, but no, the goddess of creation just had to take that away so that a Desire god would be happy."

No…

Keiwa's parents were sacrificed for her to exist.

Did her father know about this?

He didn't, right?

"I'm sorry…"

"Neon-chan, it's not your fault." Keiwa shook his head.

"But…"

"You're just an unfortunate result because of some very selfish people." Keiwa engulfed Neon in a tight hug, letting the woman cry on his chest.

"Ugh," Beroba gagged. "No one wants to see your love story.'

"L-love story?!"Kyuun exclaimed.

Keiwa looked at the two supporters with an unimpressed stare.

"Really? Now?"

Kyuun blushed in embarrassment while Beroba just stuck out her tongue.

#kamen rider geats #kyuun #beroba #kurama neon #sakurai keiwa #keiwa sakurai #neon kurama #story #freeloaders or squatters