#Yeah I wasn’t gonna color that bg

[dokidokitsuna]

Spoiler-FULL Reactions to RWBY Arrowfell~

The thrilling sequel to this post. Most of my emotional investment has already faded by now (as is usually the case with RWBY media...) but, since I said I was gonna do this and I already made notes, why not?

Environments and NPCS -Not much to see in this game...the environments look cute in isolation, but as a gameplay element they’re just too simple (and repetitive...) to be immersive. Especially in Mantle and Atlas-- random stacks of ‘techno-blocks’ are not a real setting and they don’t feel like one. :/

-I just wish it could’ve had a stronger atmosphere...the main show already tends to ruin the little atmosphere it does create with baffling character placement and lackluster/absent color grading (seriously, the BG artists deserve better). And unfortunately it seems like the game just...copied that...

-The new NPCs were cute. A little silly, but cute; much more interesting and better for worldbuilding than the background characters in the show.  And of course the NPCs based on existing characters (Penny, Qrow, Pietro) were nice too. Even the Ace-Ops were kinda fun (Vine Zeki gained a personality trait! o_O)

-I liked how the quests tended to interweave together, like you’d complete one quest and get an item required to complete another quest as a reward-- which incentivizes you to talk to more people if you’re having trouble finding something on your own. It’s smart gameplay design like that that made me rate the game a C+; despite its simplicity you can tell it was made by professionals.

Enemies and Boss Fights -Yeah, the clone-enemies in the Atlas/Mantle portions are pretty embarrassing, but I think the selection of Grimm was nice. They all had different strengths and weaknesses and attack patterns for you to learn to deal with; you certainly can’t say they were lazily implemented. Even the clone-enemies at least invited unique strategies...I know for a fact that redheaded “BANG BANG BANG~” girl was specifically designed to be a rage-quit obstacle, and I love that for her. ^^

-The boss fights were pretty good too; nice selection of attack patterns and usage of space (especially for BRIR). Bram Thornmane wasn’t much of a final boss, all things considered, but at least he had something creative going on with the arrow patterns; there’s a little element of challenge there. Nothing super fun for any sort of mature gamer (even a casual one like myself), but I can see that being engaging for, like, a 5th grader. ^^; I guess.

-BTW: a lot of people in the comments of the release trailer remarked that the combat looks EXTREMELY lackluster for a RWBY game, like a ‘step down from Grimm Eclipse’...and although I do think Arrowfell does an okay job of being the type of game that it is, I also kinda have to agree with those people.^^; I’ve found more action-packed platformers browsing for Flash games in 2008...

Even just more expressive FX animation could have helped (a combo mechanic would’ve worked WONDERS); the act of fighting feels more like a means to an end than something the devs really want you to focus on and enjoy. It’s been said many times that RWBY no longer remembers why most of its fans were originally drawn to it-- unique, creative fight scenes that told stories about their characters through high-intensity action-- and that’s on full display here.

And on that note: if you just want to make a cheap RWBY game, a sidescrolling brawler against hordes of Grimm sprites, or even a simple PVP (put that bloated character roster to good use...) would be a much better fit for the franchise than even a REALLY GOOD version of Arrowfell. :T Just sayin’.

Plot and Characters -The moment we’ve all been waiting for~ ^^ *cracks knuckles*

-In brief: the plot sucks and the plot-relevant characters also suck. :/ WayForward at least did a good job building the game despite clearly not caring; as usual RT did not care about the writing AND did not do a good job. I went into it expecting the plot to be EVEN LESS interesting than those of the show, and I was STILL disappointed...

-Small things first: the repeated “I guess we’re doing this now” apathetic sarcasm from Team RWBY during the cutscenes was kind of...irritating, actually. Especially after we had to watch RWB sit around watching the plot go by for half of Volume 8...it’s bad enough when the audience starts to feel like the protagonists have no real investment in the plot (which has been a thing since V5...); it’s a whole new level of bad when the protagonists themselves all but admit it right to our faces. We’re supposed to assume that team RWBY is still here because ‘it’s the right thing to do’; they ‘don’t [want to] let anyone else die’...but more and more of their chances to actually portray that type of righteous character onscreen keep getting replaced by quirky, disinterested snark or pointless one-liners. And I don’t think RT realizes that if that’s all we’re getting...then the result is a story about characters who have no reason to be in it and don’t even want to. :/

-Re: Fifestone-- I’ve already said much more than I planned to say about him (through responding to those asks, if you remember ^^;) but my original note was as follows: in this day and age when workers’ rights are finally making a long-overdue comeback in the public consciousness, and ESPECIALLY considering the way RT treats its own employees, deciding you need an unnecessarily evil union leader in your fictional story is disgusting, vile and morally reprehensible. I used to think RT’s leadership was just ‘childish-bad’...y’know, selfishness and an unwillingness to compromise or improve making life hell for everyone else. But something like this feels more like ‘evil-bad’-- i.e. deciding that the hell you’re putting other people through is necessary, enough to justify and actively maintain through propaganda/manipulation. I’d...really hate to see RT go down that road. :[

-Let’s end on a lighter note by talking about Bram Thornmane: probably the most pathetic antagonist in the entire franchise. ^^;;; When I heard him admit that he seriously did ALL that just because he wanted to join the Ace-Ops (THE ACE OPS??? THE ACE OPS?!?!!!! o_O) I literally sat at my desk at work and laughed out loud, for like 5 minutes. ^^;

Seriously, though, it’s SO bad...I thought things couldn’t get any worse than Adam ‘my girlfriend left me’ Taurus, but here we are. And at least Adam looked cool (and his character assassination was absolutely hilarious; 50% of the reason I love him is because I spent Volumes 4 through 6 laughing at him constantly XD).

Thornmane, on the other hand, is a nothing character. No cool design, no interesting personality traits, no noteworthy connections to any substantial characters. I don’t even know what his semblance is (he mentions it during his boss fight, so I assume it’s in the game somewhere...does anyone know??).

So yeah, “I’m gonna steal unique technology and kill thousands of people to maybe hopefully make Ironwood look bad because he wouldn’t let me in the special club” is just the icing on the nothing-cake. Even a basic “I wanna take over the world” motivation would be better; it would at least make his actions feel justified...as it is, he just chose the most effortful, overly-convoluted way possible to express his anger over getting passed up for a team of huntsmen SO elite and SO special and perfect that they got washed by four newbie huntresses in 5 minutes. T_T Wowza. Now there’s an experience worth spending 30 bucks and 4 hours of your time...

-Easy Thornmane fix: Actually USE Arrowfell. They mentioned that Arrowfell was like an abandoned laboratory full of never-before-seen technology too dangerous to release to the world...USE that. If Thornmane wants to make Ironwood look bad, let him start handing this stuff out like candy to any thug on the street, and get people speculating about why such terrible weapons were even being made, and demanding that the General take responsibility (insert retroactive foreshadowing for his turn to the dark side in V8 here). Let him convince BRIR, the ‘guardians of Arrowfell’ (whatever that means) that this technology needs to be shared with the public to sort of ‘even the playing field’, let the people take back power from the tyrannical Atlas elites (insert morally-gray actually class-conscious Fifestone character here). Let him hoard some of the more frightening weapons for himself, and try to overthrow Ironwood (insert actually necessary Lt. Harper character here) and assume leadership of the Atlas military, to put himself in the position of power he always wanted. 

THIS STUFF IS NOT HARD GUYS; I came up with that in like 10 minutes! >_< And if I spent the amount of time you should spend on something you expect your fans to pay actual money for, I could do a lot better...

#rwby #rwby arrowfell

[pinkiepig]

lmao.

#my art #my artwrok #myart #procreate #artwork #fnaf sb #Animation #small animation #test #i tried my best #fnaf security breach #fnaf moondrop #moondrop fanart #the daycare attendant #fnaf daycare attendant #gregory fnaf #security breach fanart #This was fun to color. #Imma get better at animation y’all just give me some time #Yeah I wasn’t gonna color that bg

[casukaga]

date night ❤️ [C2E126]

after 3 weeks, i finally finish my beauyasha date art! amidst all the other crazy shit that’s happened since then, i still got this episode on my mind.

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#finally i can relax holy shiiiiit 🎶 #commentary on each drawing if u care: #1. floating up the tower! all the vibrant colors are supposed to be the stained glass since that’s in the entrance yk #(my coloring’s very abstract and just blobs of color — ofc ur not gonna see my fully render those windows 😌) #2. tavern talks! tried to add more hues in the bg since liam said the colors of the nook were more vibrant in this recreation #3. nothing much to say. smooches u in a field of simulated flowers. #4. anime blush and sparkles were on my mind when beau said those words... #5. comic book-esque?? this one’s my least fave of them all. the colors are wonky but i’m so done i don’t wanna do anymore lol! #6. one of my faves! i think it’s cute. lotsa glitter and i like the shading i did on the wings! #7. i went in like ‘the lighting might be difficult on this one bc of all the fireworks.’ but it honestly wasn’t that bad. #8. NOW THIS ONE. the one u see here is the second drawing i had. the first one was something different and it was outlined and everything #but the lighting was SO DIFFICULT for me to nail — and i didn’t like the drawing anymore — so i drew up and colored a new one during #yesterday’s stream #yk when ur beauregard lionett staring up at urself in ur damn kink mirror embraced by a woman u love so dearly? yeah. cries. #and scene. #(a stock image was used as a ref for that last piece btw!) #critical role #critical role fanart #crit role #c2e126 #the mighty nein #mighty nein #beauyasha #beauregard lionett #yasha nydoorin #fanart #digital art #casu art #my shtuff #casu art c2 spoilers

[themountainsays]

Soul mate anon swinging back in to cleanse your brain, because IMAGINE:

From your described scenario, let’s say with everything going on—the family crumbling, her own magic flickering, going colorblind again, fighting with Mariano—Isabela likes to hide away in the jungle around Encanto when she can take the time. It’s basically her last refuge, until the day Mirabel shows up because HEY, GUESS WHO WANTS TO SAVE THE MIRACLE AND HAS SOME QUESTIONS, ISABELA.

Because I think the thing is, past a point Dolores has just had enough of this tomfuckery. She can put up with and DOES put up with a lot for her family, but Isabela becoming so committed that she essentially colorblinds herself? Colorblinds Mirabel? Nah girl, nah, Dolores is DONE with that bullshit. FUCK all of this. Protecting the family to the point of self-harm wasn’t the deal.

So when Mirabel goes to Dolores about the magic she’s just “I am SO GLAD YOU ASKED, also here’s a book on flower language EDUCATE YOURSELF.”

And Mirabel, oh, Mirabel. Mirabel goes into that jungle after Isabela spitting mad because man oh man, being her soul mate is one thing but actively severing the bond? Does Isabela hate her that much? Does she really think she had to push Mirabel away so thoroughly to love Mariano? Well Mirabel’s about to give her a piece of her MIND.

(Dolores in the bg: YOU DIDN’T READ THE FUCKING BOOK

Bruno: Shhhhhhhh let tbem figure it out)

Soulmate 👏🏽 anon 👏🏽 soulmate 👏🏽 anon 👏🏽 soulmate 👏🏽 anon 👏🏽 soulmate 👏🏽 anon

Dolores being the lovely angel sent by heaven to save the day 😭 someone PLEASE give her her trophy husband when everything is over. She deserves it. But yeah no wonder she's worried af. She knows her family is fucked but she never thought it would go this far.

And Ajajsjsjs Mirabel not reading the book and just getting angry instead is SO in character imo. Mirabel just ASSUMES that 1) Isabela lied to her, and she IS her soulmate and 2) she did it because she woke up one day and chose violence. She did it because she looked at her and asked "is anyone gonna traumatize that" and didn't wait for an answer. She did it because she hated and resented Mirabel for some unfair reason and Mirabel decides to hate her back. She can hate her sister, you know, as a treat.

I can totally see her marching up to Isabela SO READY to throw hands. She's ANGRY and she feels SO HURT AND BETRAYED and she NEEDS to tell Isabela just how much pain her lies have caused her.

And she finds her.

And she yells at her. No questions asked or answered - she just goes on and on without shedding a tear or stumbling over her words once. It's a hard, dry anger.

She tells her how lonely she felt.

How scared she was.

How much easier everything could have been if only Isabela hadn't been a coward and decided to abandon her even if they were supposed to love and protect each other unconditionally. Oh, well, surely town himbo Mariano is MUCH BETTER than Mirabel anyway. Much more deserving of Isabela's affection and compassion. MUCH more fitting to her Señorita Perfecta persona.

And then she's done, panting, out of breath from her shouting. And Isabela is crying.

Like, poor girl can't even look her in the eye. She's ashamed. She's so, so ashamed and angry with herself and with Abuela and with Mariano and even with Dolores and Mirabel for letting this moment come, but she knows Mirabel is right to be angry, she can't blame her - it was her fault, after all, isn't it? She chose to lie to her, she chose to abandon her; this is what she truly wanted, right?

Talking is difficult but Mirabel still deserves an explanation, so Isabela tells her everything.

The colors... don't come back after that. Not immediately.

#soulmate anon THANK YOU for saving my poor brain #madrigalcest #isamira soulmate au #isamira #shipcest

[knight-queen]

Black Wolves Saga Bloody Nightmare (Common Plot Part 1)

This game covers 200+ memories and but I were to translate them individually, it will take me forever which no way I want lmao. So I decided to make the whole game into parts, specially the common plot. Each parts hopefully ends with a red-splash thing. I know it may sound inconvenient  but I found it as a best option. The main thing I am worried is the selection things because they are so long and I hope God will help me to arrange the whole story smoothly <3

The sky is weeping. Weeping for grieving over the sorrowful event that is going to happen right away.

Large droplets of rain hit the ground. Some approaching sounds of footsteps mixed with such groaning rain could be heard from far away. Gradually, gradually.

The village which is more likely has sank inside the darkness has yet to notice the impending crisis.

???: ーー...It’s raining...brother.

???: ーー...Hmph. What is wrong, Rath? You are scared?

Rath: No, it’s not….It’s not like that...Brother, it’s raining awfully too much.

???: ーー...Raining? You are wrong, these are tears.

Rath: Tears? …...What do you mean?

???: God of the Weblin is crying. He is feeling sorrow for these humans after all.

Rath: Human...human...HUMAN...I hate them.

???: If so then kill them. Paint your heart with those emotions. Wolves do not need any heart inside them.

Looks like they appeared out of nowhere. Unscared of this rain, two human-looking persons were standing in the middle of the village.

One of them is tall figued. Another one is a young man still in the mid-way of becoming an adult.

Those are the eyes of fellows, ash colored beasts, the eyes which were shining like sparkles, like starving for flames and blood.

???: ーMove forward.

He commanded splitting a single word.

*Wolves howling sounds*

*Village was set to fire*

Female Resident 1: Heeeeehhh…!

Howling wolves are screaming as if they are proceeding by tearing through the rain.

As the people are uproaring in panic, the man’s smile inside the rain deepens.

A beautiful smile that one cannot overlook if the situation would allow you.

???: Kukukuh...Devour it all. These human’s blood, flesh andーーeverything.

Female Resident 1: KYAAAAAAAAAAA!! Wolves!? Why, what are they here....!!

Male Resident 1: Just run…!! Hurry and take our kids to….gh, kyaaa!!

???: ーIt’s pointless.

The howl of wolves that vibrates the dark night. Plus their accumulated screams rise one by one, and the echo disappears in an instant.

The sound that could be heard next was the pulling sound of something heavy. Pulling human bodies one after another.

*BG turns to an wolf eating flesh*

The next sound that could be heard was the chewing sounds of the wolves mixed with rain-water. Those wolves were slicing humans as if they were nothing more than baits.

Female resident 1: Kyaaaaayaaaaaaaaaa!! Stopp….ughuh….!!

*Blood splash*

An awkward chewing sound was resounded from all around by getting mixed with raining sound.

At the same time, the scent of blood which was not getting erased even with incessant rain spread around. It stirs up the instincts of the wolves as well.

???: Fufh...it has a very beautiful timbre. Human’s shierkings are the best comfort. I hope you will not mind letting me hear more. 

From the shadows of the wolves’ flock, someone stretched their hand by appealing for help.

Strengthless, yet that person was shivering and struggling like has gotten twitched.

???: Just die, shameless.

*Blood splash*

That person has stopped moving right away.

From human, to object. To alive, to dead. From a mass of protein, to a piece of flesh. 

All left now is the despicable sound of water that wolves are using to satisfy their hungry stomach, but that could be heard inside of darkness.

???: More, fill your stomach more. Eat them all….

The male’s heart gets filled with screams and frustration. Meanwhile, a villager seemed to run away in sight of that man.

That person is a villager. His destination will probably be the stable. His intention for now is to ask his neighbouring villagers to help him out by riding on a fast horse.

Once he manages to get on the horse, then wolves or something like that will be unable to interfere with him.

???: ...Guillan.

He muttered by calling that name.

Guillan: Hiyaaaaaa~! What’s up, Arles? Isn’t it just a waste of time to kill that ugly jackass?

Arles: ーIt is an order.

Guillan: Tch, how boorish. ...Well then I am gonna kill ‘em in boldly, ‘kay? Just watch me will yaaa’ー?

Along with sliced-through-wind sound, silver light breaks through the dark night. Then he immediately scratched off the man’s head who was trying to reach the horse-stable.

Resident 1: Guggh…!!

*blood splash*

Slashed fresh blood. But that immediately got mixed and soaked with rain and soil respectively.

*Shoots*

Guillan: I hit itー! Wooooooh! Oi, they’re seriously tiny sized fish. Guess it’s worth it to get more of ‘em still alive?

The headless villager trumple down to the ground with a thud. Right there was a flock of wolves. Soon enough, they could be seen devouring by chewing him. 

They slurp down the fresh blood as they apart the flesh. Gushed and overflowed red with rain droplets have become one and they both are ending up being mud. 

Guillan: Ahh, that guy is fukin’ ugly. Me the great don’t wanna see him, so gonna mess him up.

*Shoots*

Guillan: Hiyaaa! Cool, cool. Kindly just pass away, ugly humans. 

*Another shoot*

Guillan: Hiyahahahah! Now it becomes easier to eat, yah? Eat ‘em more, ‘cuz they are merely chunks of “meat” anyways, kay?

*Blood splash*

Guillan: Ooh, It’s damn boring for some reason. It’d be better if they would fight back more. Just hunting isn’t fun though?

Arles: ーShut up. It is my order.

Guillan: Oh goodness, I smash ‘em all just as you wished right? You knoooow, wolves sob if you don’t compliment them.

Arles: ...Alright. 

*Arles pats Guillan*

Guillan: Kukukuh...I like that side of yours. Oi, shall I butcher ‘em more?

*gets ready the spin-blade*

The young man called Guillan, at his fingertips, there is the dangerous weapon that reaped out the life of the villager is rotating making a humming sound.

It is a weapon called chakram, a weird weapon where one has to bag fingers into it and hurl at the distant target by being very concentrative. 

Every single part of it’s external is made out of blade, the users will get hurt if they make an error in holding that.

The perfect owner of that weapon, that young man, was really suited to using that.

*Shoots + Blood flash*

Guillan: Arlesーwhat ‘bout attacking a bigger place? As you can see, It’s been a while since this miny village’s gone hollow.

They aren’t even responding a thing. Darning borin’. They are fukin villagers after all. Seriously trash yeah?

More, more and more, let’s do somethin’ more entertainingー?

*Shoots again*

Guillan: Hiyaaa, hiyaaaaaa, hiyaaaaaaaaahーhhh!!! Blooood, blooood, blood-blood-blood-blood, gotta chop off everything wooo!

Although he seems to have lost his mind, at the same time, the Charkram shoot off from his fingertips and hunts the prey by spinning through the rain and wind. 

*Blood splash + stab sound*

Female Resident 1: KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAー!!

His attitude is potent, and his talent is that not only was he able to master a very difficult weapon, he mastered hunting a target very comfortably and easily. That skill of his is very well-known.

Arles: ...Fufh, you are right. We can begin to prey upon a larger city onward. We must make those humans...suffer, more suffer.

Kill more...we must kill them more. We must erase them entirely.

Guillan: Hiyahah! Sounds great...I can’t wait…

Among the wolves as they run, hunt and howl in the rain, those two’s conversations are like talkings between a child and his corresponding guardian.

Right after, Arles starts gazing on the other side.

Arles: ...What is Rath doing?

Guillan: Rath? Oh...you mean that rookie huh. Wasn’t he just hunting the foolish who were simply trynna escape over there. 

He doesn’t seem to like murder thing that much. Don’t really think he is your younger bro.

Arles: ...Rath is still immature. If he abandons his emotions, he should be able to kill humans. 

Guillan: Abandon emotions? He’d feel more at ease if he’d just do fun stuff and stop thinking about troublesome shits.

*Spins his Chakram*

Guillan: Hiyyaaah! ‘Kay then, I’m gonna rampage a lil’ more.

Arles: Do not let even a single one be alive. Kill everyone except wolves, seize the souls of everyone. Everyone.

Guillan: I’m down for itー! Bossー!

The scent of blood, as well as the screams and everything which is happening gets erased in the rain, doesn’t even reach anyone. 

Now this small village has turned into a hunting ground for wolves.

Arles: ...Rath.

Rath: ……

After shifting places with guillan, the young man has shown up as if he gets out from the dark.

Arles: What were you doing?

Rath: ...Nothing particular. I was killing them. Just as you told me.

Arles: Do not worry, Rath. Set on fire after the rain stops.

Rath: ...Yeah. I know, brother.

Arles: We are doing this in order to let it know what happened. We want the foolish subjects of Weblin to realize the existence of us, the wolves.

Take everything away, their houses, lands, and lives so that they cannot even think about coming to these places again.

Rath: ...Big brother, I know.

Arles: If you know then respond. The leader of this flock is me.

Rath: ...Yeah.

Arles: Rath, do not think about the points that much. Listen to your own insects inside you. Sound yourself more like “kill humans!”

Rath: ...I know, brother. I know!!

Arles: Say it, you will kill them.

Rath: I will kill. I will...kill humans.

Arles: Say it once more. It is an order.

Rath: ...Kill, kill, kill...kill. I will kill...kill...kill. I will kill, kill...kill, kill, kill, kill them.

I must kill them.

Arles: Rath, do not hesitate. You are not allowed to forget what they did to us. 

Rath: Kill, kill, kill, kill. Yeah...I will kill them.

Arles: Alright...time to go. Fire up.

A small nod, then the young man disappeared out of sight just like he faded away in the dark. 

Arles: ...Kukukuh.

The male chuckles as he is glaring at this hellish disaster.

Arles: Other races etc, just devour all of them. Wreck them out and get rid of everything.

Look, the God of Weblin. This is the beginning of the wolves’ revenge. If you say our race is cursed, then I dare you to curse more.

Kukukuh, hahahah, HAAHAAHHAHAHAH!

As the bloody-rain continues, the man who stood in the middle of this tragic place was the king of the wolves.

Weblin Kingdom

It is a small kingdom which is lying at a corner of the continent thronged with great powers.

Garibaldi family of the Cat species rules it. Surrounded by abundant and strict atmosphere, Weblin is undoubtedly standing as an solitary island on the continent.

While wearing armor called “Nature which prevents aggression”, this kingdom was flourishing as an independent civilization on the continent.

The one that holds domination power is the species called ‘Cats’.

In this world the species that exist are ー1) ’Cats’

2) Human

3) Wolves

4) And the rare species are ‘Rat’

5) Lion

6) Dog

7) Rabbit

When wolves and humans hand over the top of the Weblin to the Cats, the races living there including the rare ones were being dominated. 

Hundred of years passed after its founding, although there were clan’s barriers in it, Weblin was still a harmonious and splendid country which existed in a beautiful environment.

Exactly like this, until ten years ago. 

As the history progressed, Cats and other races of Weblin were producing a few number of frictions. 

Exploiting takes place right one after another. The relationship between the tribes finally began to be disputed. 

There was a rebellion that occurred ten years ago.

A wolf guard-knight who used to work for the Weblin kingdom had turned the sword towards one of the members of the royal family.

Cats who ruled Weblin, and the one who ruled on their top of that was the royal family Garibaldi.  Treasoning that family was a very heavy sin.

That guard-knight’s residence was disrupted and so after he was driven out from the country. However一the uproar still was not all over.

That uproar was not only between Wolves and Cats but involved in every other race.

一And thereupon, a big plague had assaulted the country.

A brutal death-disease called “Zodiva” 一 so called this disease by human and it was in trend. 

This may dye the sufferer’s skin into black color and may also end up completely spoiling the brain-tissues. And this unknown caused plague will eventually lead the affected individual into madness.

Wherein a rumour takes place which is “Wolves are the reasons behind the origin of this plague.” This rumour got spread across many regions in no time. 

The people of the villages and towns that wolves attacked were feared, that thoroughly-outbroken disease was the wolves’ curse.

And eventually that ‘Zodiva’ name becomes identified as ‘Madness-disease by Wolves.’

In order to sweep away the fear of such people, the Weblin Kingdom Garibaldi VI had announced a certain rule.

一 “Genociding Wolves Law”

“Behead the wolves who are the origin of the nation-wrecking disease.”

Balanced relationships between the clans that had been preserved for 100 years have decisively collapsed after coming this far.

The decree to protect yourself from the wolf species was warranted as a reason to hunt the wolf species behind anyone’s notices.

In the fear of Zodiva, the other clans started wildly joining in wolves-hunting and had decided to exterminate them. 

ーAnd ten years have passed since then.

Due to the dramatic decrease of wolves, the impact of Zodiva has also descended.

However, the wolves killing law that Garibaldi VI had published still continued to function without undo. 

The wolves species began to decrease so much as if it was an endangered species. 

By changing the wolves’ position to be preyed on, the cats became more and more absolute strength owners.

Weblin, unlike the outer places where the plague was not spreaded, is now belonging to cats…

ーIt was an absolute monarchy.

Place: Weblin Kingdom Castle一 Corridor

Auger: …?

Hm, I just heard a voice. As I was walking leisurely in the hallway, I stopped and brought up my ear to listen to something interesting or not.

(Hmmm? What kind of conversation would they possibly have in such a place like this.)

Waiting Maid 1: Hey tell me, did you two heard a rumour about a witch?

Waiting Maid 2: A witch?

Waiting Maid 3: Yeah, rumour about the witch of Charmessen (Beautiful Forest)? 

Waiting Maid 1: Oh yeah exactly. You know, it’s said that there’s a witch in the Charmessen forest.

Waiting Maid 2: Yes, I have heard about it a little. It was about like the witch from the Charmessen forest is cursing the Weblin by wielding a disaster, right? 

Waiting Maid 3: Exactly, as you see the northward village has been raided up and destroyed by the wolves recently.

Waiting Maid 2: Very miserable indeed… After eating and killing the people regardless of their gender and age, they even set the places on fire.

Waiting Maid 1: Yeah, I talked to a member of knighthood who was dispatched later on…

It was not cool to ask him but, he turned pale after saying it wasn’t something that humans could do.

Waiting Maid 3: Even a brave knight has averted his eyes, it means it was a terrible spectacle indeed…

Waiting Maid 1: Same goes for the impact on the wolves, I heard the witch is manipulating the wolves to attack everyone.

Waiting Maid 2: Eeh? But what the witch would possibly achieve by making the wolves attack down. 

Waiting Maid 3: You know, it’s something that I have heard though...because the witch wants to have an eternal life, she will need so many sacrificial victims. 

Waiting Maid 1: Then she is making the wolves hunt the villages or towns to get so many sacrificed people...I am scared now.

Waiting Maid 2: Talking about being scared...recently the Garibaldi Majesty IV keeps getting in weak condition. I am scared of what if something bad happens.

Waiting Maid 1: You’re right. Majesty’s condition just keeps getting frailed lately…

Waiting Maid 3: Raids by wolves, Zodiva, Witch and so many threatening stuff are going on. So I would like the Majesty to hang on there…

Waiting Maid 2: Rather, isn’t it okay to hand over the royal to His Highness Mejojo really quick?

Waiting Maid 1: Hush…! How can you handle it if it goes to others’ ears…!?

Waiting Maid 3: As she said, no matter how number one royal successor Lord Mejojo is, don’t say so confirmly that he is going to be the next heir. 

Expecting Garibaldi VI is going to pass out is something considered as the crime of treason you know?

Waiting Maid 2: ...R- right...kh. I am so sorry for being careless.

The silence that stares around for a while continues. The three of them are more likely to sweat over what they will do if somebody would hear their conversations.

Auger: (Seriously, you ought to be careful since you don’t know if somebody had a chance to hear you or not.)

That’s right. For example, just like this, there was a possibility that the twin brother of the next royal successor prince Mejojo Von Garibaldi has been taking a peek in your conversations. 

(Everyone likes gossiping about rumours afterall~ I also don’t hate it though)

I like it even more if it comes out handy for me.

Waiting Maid 1: That being said...It just pops up in my mind. The disagreements between the Garibaldi Majesty VI and his twin princess came out pretty much a fact.

Waiting Maid 2: Eh? No kidding?

Waiting Maid 3: Oh, I heard about that too. Let me go back umm...it was about Lady Eleanora and Rayrie, yeah?

Waiting Maid 2: Lady Eleanora and Rayrie…? Who are you talking about? Was there anybody with those names?

Waiting Maid 1: Ohh, you have moved here recently. Both Lady Eleanora and Rayrie are Majesty Garibaldi VI’s wives.

Waiting Maid 2: Oh yes, that’s why...I felt like I heard those names before.

But surely both of them had passed away right?

Waiting Maid 1: ...Yeah. It’s been many years since Lady Eleanora and Rayrie had passed away.

Waiting Maid 2: I see. Guess no matter how newcomer I am or other maidens, you are gonna know those names today or tomorrow.

If that is the case then...it means Majesty Garibaldi VI is very sorry.

Waiting Maid 1: Eh? Why’s that?

Waiting Maid 2: Because both of his wives have passed out pretty early, no?

Waiting Maid 1: ………

Waiting Maid 3: ………

Waiting Maid 2: Eh? What’s wrong with the two of you? Did I just...say something weird?

Waiting Maid 3: ...You say something weird or not, Err well...looks like you still don’t know yet, so I shall inform you about that.

Waiting Maid 2: E- eh?

Waiting Maid 1: Talking about Lady Eleanora and Reyrie are prohibited in the interior of the castle.  Even if you split them accidentally, you are gonna be dismissed.

Waiting Maid 2: Di- dismissed…?

Waiting Maid 3: Told you right? Lady Eleanora and Reyrie contents are the main reason for the bad patches between His Majesty and his princes.

Waiting Maid 2: Eeh? What does that mean?

Waiting Maid 1: Well you see…

Auger: (Looks like the time has arrived)

*Footsteps*

Waiting Maid 1: …!

Waiting Maid 2: …!

Waiting Maid 3: …!!

I purposely straightened my neck up and showed up from the place that I have silently been hiding.

The maidens who were blooming like a flower while ridiculously chattering a minute ago, are instantly turning into pale blue.

That’s not surprising either. Because the rumoured person that was being chased by these ladies’ curious minds has presented his appearance.

Auger: Hey there, what three of you were talking about? Would you please let me join too? I love those kinds of conversations.

With an intentional carefree and light voice, I asked if it would be okay to accompany them.

Obvious enough, they turn around their heads side to side with immense vigor. 

Waiting Maid 1: W- we are terribly sorry, your highness Auger...we are taking our leaves…!

Waiting Maid 2: Kindly excuse our silliness…!

Auger: Eeeh, aren’t you going a bit over? I had already heard every single word of what you just talked about. That being said, you also mentioned something like ‘you will get dismissed’, no?

Waiting Maid 1: N- not at all…! No way…! If I had misunderstood something...kh, I- I am begging your forgiveness…

Auger: Nope, now way I will pardon you right? You are gonna die here.

Waiting Maid 1: Hhhee…!!

*that maiden falls down*

Auger: So, what are you upto? Oh right, you also intended to say that yeaaa.

Waiting Maid 2: W- we are begging...your pardon...gh!

Auger: Oh jeez, do not let out that loud voice. It’s earsore. 

...I am a royal master musician. My ears are very sharp. And you can tell it clearly by looking at those ears, no? Or perhaps you humans can’t possibly get what I meant.

Look carefully, my ears are really great. I may end up hearing every single thing.

Waiting Maid 2: ...R- right.

Auger: That- is- why, if you talk about such things for a second time...I will kill you. 

Waiting Maid 3: ...hhhgh…!!

Auger: Your response, lil’ human girls?

Waiting Maid 3: A- alright!! Your highness Auger!!

Waiting Maid 2: W- we beg our excuse…!

While the three parties fairly raised their voices, the ladies got dismissed from that place in no time.

Auger: Looks like there're so many rumours spreading out...Fufu, rumours are pretty fun I guess…?

I slothly resumed to start wandering while giggling.

Although it has declined, the effect of Zodiva still has not reached zero.

The raids on the towns-villages by the wolves.

The same time when those situations got paired, other threatening rumours also got spread in a blink of an eye.

Auger: (Even the ‘father is passing out’ being a rumour...mhm, pretty interesting indeed)

I was able to hear something very amusing while loitering around looking for cool news.

I’m also telling this great news to my big brother.

I have to set it up since brother has a serious gaze. He may also not be gonna tease about it like me.

Let’s make it more interesting if that’s what the case is, okey?

#black wolves saga translations #black wolves saga bloody nightmare #black wolves saga #rejet otome games #otome games translations #BWS bloody nightmare #BWS BN common plot p1

[margalcazo]

yooo!! woooooohhh!! turns out I’ve seen a bit of ur art before, but I’ve only found you now. You’re so cool!! little drawings with such nice line art amd coloring! man. skill. um, just gonna ask uhh... I’m learning how to color drawings so, how do you go about picking colors? : < cripes; impeccable art. keep doing what you do! and have a nice day : ))✨ (yo this is longer than I expected)

hi ! thank you sm ! i atually have a really hard time picking colors, especially if there’s a background? Like it really depends on the days and alignments of the planets and sometimes i’ll get something good. like the last drawing i posted (klapollo kiss in the elevator) i had a greyscale sketch of it but it took me a week to finally find colors i like.  what kind of works for me though is putting a solid color background behind my art like a blue, a yellow or a pink, the hue and vibrancy of it depending on the mood i’m looking for (like for the elevator i had to pick something cold, but usually i tend to like hot pink bc it’s my fave... i think i use it too much though). Then i pick colors for the character to harmonize with it. That way i have a global palette for the characters that is harmonized together and is not just “basic ‘skin’ color, basic ‘brown hair’ color, basic red for the suit, etc.  Then i either change the color of the BG for contrast, or i keep it (rarely), or pick an adjacent color, see what works ? in the elevator one i kept the blue but put adjacent colors for the rest of the bg elements. i hope this wasn’t too confusing and that helped ! colors are difficult and a lot of guesswork / trials and error so yeah.... good luck !!

#rn i'm drawing a lot of klapollo and they are the WORST #i hate purple and the combination with red is so ugly #i do what i can ut when i post a greyscale drawing #you can guess i struggled #Anonymous

[unofficialkfamtranscripts]

King Falls AM - Episode 9: Jack in the Box Jesus

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Summary: September 1, 2015 - An alleged sighting of the Lord & Savior at a downtown fast food restaurant has the residents of King Falls ready for deliverance, meanwhile Sammy & Ben try to navigate the flood waters of this revelation.

[podcast intro music]

Mayor Grisham Ladies and gentlemen, I promise you that while it is a terrible inconvenience that our modern electronics are out— this is not the end of the world. It could be a refreshing change of pace! Instead of reading, on your tablet, go down to the King Falls library, and check out the real thing! Instead of texting your BFF, go enjoy some pancake puppies at Rose’s! and have a face-to-face chat. This isn’t as bad as it seems— and it could be a blessing in disguise.

[KFAM intro music]

Sammy Good morning guys and dolls, you’re listening to King Falls AM—

Ben —That’s 660 on the radio dial.

Sammy And this is day 13 of what has been dubbed the King Falls Electrolocaust.

Ben This has easily been the hardest two weeks of my professional career.

Sammy It has been tough, but Ben and I want to thank you, and everyone out there listening, for the continuing support of the show.

Ben We got another doozy of a show for you tonight, King Falls. During hour two, we’ll be interviewing Maria Chandler, manager of the King Falls Apple store, and speaking about the effects the shut down has had on business.

Sammy As well as fielding your calls and talking about whatever’s clever this evening.

Ben I miss computers, Sammy. I miss the schedule. Our automated systems, my alarm clock. I’ve went through three the legal pads in two weeks!

Sammy [sympathetic] I know, buddy.

Ben I would literally watch Channel 13 if given the chance.

Sammy Wow. That’s saying a lot.

Ben [softly] I need my life back.

Sammy King Falls, how are you taking the modern electronic shut down of 2015? Are you refreshed? Reliving the mid-90s? Or— are you falling apart like our dear Ben Arnold?

Ben I’d listen to boy bands, to have a working smartphone. I’d wear, puka shell necklaces and sell my pog collection,[1] if you give me five minutes with my email.

Sammy Look on the bright side, Ben. You’re spending all your free time down at the library, and I haven’t called you out on it!

Ben That’s calling me out on it.

Sammy Eh-Well- and you know it’s nice hearing the birds tweeting instead of @kingfallsam. I’m not saying I don’t miss it but, I’m enjoying this a little bit.

Ben ♫It’s tearing up my heart when I’m with yoouu♫[2]

Sammy The references are not gonna bring back your goods.

Ben [hurt] Dammit Sammy, let’s just take a call from our jury-rigged phone system.

[bg music being provided by Chet’s record player]

Sammy You’re live with Sammy and Ben.

Cynthia Yeeaah, I wanna talk about the outages.

Sammy Cynthia Higgenbaum, ladies and gents. How are you doing during this electronic crisis?

Cynthia [blissful] I feel the warm embrace of the chastity belt that’s been placed on society. I’m relieved, de-stressed, marvelous!

Ben *chuckling* Whoa, heh, that’s- that’s a heck of a change!

Cynthia [suddenly aggressive] What are you trying to say, Ben?

Sammy It’s just you’re usually- you’ve been a little… pessimistic in the past.

Cynthia [mostly calm again] Ohhh, I still have problems; I’m full up with issues. But right now, I don’t have to worry about what websites my husband is perusing, what brain-dead TV my kids are watching— I’m at peace! It’s just me and my harlequin novels. Plus, with Jesus back and all—

Ben [jokingly suggestive] 50 Shades of Cynthia

Cynthia [angrily] Don’t be filthy Ben Arnold! I Know Your Mother!

Sammy I-I’m sorry, Cynthia— did you just say that Jesus is back?

Cynthia [gossipy tone] Have you guys not heard the news?

Ben Is she talking about Jesus Jesus?

Cynthia There’s only one.

Sammy Wellll, I think Mexico would disagree, but please tell us why you think Jesus—

Cynthia [snappy] I don’t think Sammy, I know! [softer] Earlier this evening, he was spotted glowing and speaking in tongues at Jack in the Box.[3]

Ben The one off Main Street or Red Oak Avenue?

Cynthia Ew, nobody does to Red Oak.

Sammy [softly] Jack-in-the-Box-Jesus.

Cynthia Oh, Hell no! I will not participate in that blasphemy. You’re gonna get smited—

Sammy Oh, I- I mean- I wasn’t- I’m sorry, I’m not meaning to, uh—

Cynthia Tell it to Satan! In Hell, Sammy! [hangs up forcefully]

[dial tone]

Ben This is big.

Sammy [slightly reluctant] If you or someone you know has had a sighting of *clears throat, Ben laughs* Jack in the Box Jesus please give us a call. Uh, 424-279-3858

Ben You’re on King Falls AM.

Deputy Troy Now I know what you’re thinking: how could the second coming of God’s only son happen and ol’ Troy here didn’t clue you in.

Ben Not what I was thinking.

Sammy What do you know Troy?

Deputy Troy Well I got a suspicious persons call out at ol’ Yack[sic] in the Box around 9. So, I hit the lights and cruised over to see what the fuss was about. And lo and behold, back by the dumpster with a mess of people looking on— there he was.

Sammy Now, are you really telling us that— [still reluctant] you saw, or, you believe you saw the son of God and the King of Kings bangin around outside the Jack In The Box?

Deputy Troy Well, he was a man. Somebody’s son, no doubt. Bearded. Good lookin’, if-if you’re into that sort of thing. He had a robe on—

Ben [cutting in]We can solve this right now. Was he white or was he black?

Deputy Troy He was more of a greenish color. Like a glow really.

Sammy The man had an aura around him.

Deputy Troy It was shinier than a damn Fukushima foxhound, fellas. Like, I felt a need to put on the old aviators, but I- I didn’t want to be cliché.

Sammy Alright, Troy. So, work with us here; you’re in the back of the Jack in the Box, there’s a uh, a Jesus-type guy—

Deputy Troy Just-a-ramblin’ on.

Ben Speaking in— tongues?

Deputy Troy Speaking in somethin. The last time I heard gibberish like that was comin’ from the back of my Chevy with Shell Snyder’s daughter.

Sammy So what happened next?

Deputy Troy Well a group of looky-loos had descended, as I said, and since it was only me, there was no perimeter set up yet. So I start ta approach this glowing Christ and somebody— Roy Higgins if you gotta know/— hollered out “It’s Jesus!” and the whole parking lot just went bonkers!

Ben Well, di-did you speak to the guy?

Deputy Troy Damn skippy. I told Roy that this was official police biz. And he shouldn’t be squawling around like a little baby.

Ben No, Jack in the Box Jesus.

Deputy Troy Oh, well no. I- I turned around and he was gone. Split right off into the woods, I suspect.

Sammy Did you follow him?

Deputy Troy Sammy. So you’re tellin me that you’d follow a 6-foot-tall and glowing perp into the woods??

Sammy [muttered] Point taken.

Ben So any other sightings?

Deputy Troy Well, not as of yet. But there were so many people they could’a had a revival in that parkin’ lot. So I’m guessin’ that’s how word spread so quickly. And without internet, too? That’s pretty damn impressive.

Sammy Is there an APB out or anything?

Deputy Troy For what, dilly-dallying around with a jumbo jack? He wasn’t doin nothin bad. Just acting a fool— Lord forgive me— where he shouldn’t’a been.

Ben And glowing.

Deputy Troy That’s right.

Sammy Well, please let us know if get any more info on this, Troy. We’d appreciate it.

Deputy Troy You bet. I’ll be sure to keep you boys and the listenin’ public informed. But if you should happen to stumble upon Jesus? Do not approach, bother or pester. You just call up Ol’ Deputy Troy.

[hangs up]

Ben …or your local church. [dial tone]

Sammy Deputy Troy, ladies and gents. Now we’re just going to take a quick break and hear from one of our new sponsors: Carl’s Candy!

Ben Yeah I don- I don’t think we should play this

Sammy What? Ads pay the bills remember?

Ben Folks, as a workaround with all the tech issues, uh, I went out and recorded a few spots of some of our sponsors- uh, new and old. Emphasis on Old, after this one.

Sammy Okay, so the audio is bad.

Ben *sucks in breath* You could say that.

Sammy This company’s paid up! They’re scheduled in one of your many notebooks. Let’s do this. We’ll be right back folks.

[slow, creepy xylophone music]

Carl [voice is soft and creepy, like you expect from a guy who offers kids candy from the back of a van] Do you know why they call it a blow pop? I sure do. And if you come on down to Creepy Carl’s Candy, I’ll fill ya up! I mean in. [whispering] It’ll be our little secret.- A sweet tooth is a terrible thing to waste. Come find a new sugar daddy to butter your fingers at Creepy Carl’s! Come in and grab a sack of Carl’s Boston baked beans while you’re at it. Oops, one fell in my pocket. Free if you can find it! *Ben groaning “oh no”* Every child’s welcome at Creepy Carl’s, big mouths, small mouths, white mouths and brown mouths. We’re equal opportunity! And just cause they shut down the ol’ brick and mortar doe’n’t mean you can’t buy it from my van. Be sure to ask your parents’ permission first, kids. Creepy Carl’s Candy, where the suckers don’t suck themselves. [Police sirens]

Deputy Troy [through megaphone] Carl, turn off your ignition. You are too close to the school zone.

Carl I gotta go! Catch ya later [tires squealing]

Ben [desperate, in bg] The mic!

[sirens fade out]

Sammy … Never again.

Ben I tried to tell you.

Sammy I know. Let’s never speak about this.

Ben [whispering] I need a shower.

Sammy *sigh* …Moving forward, we were just talking about a sighting that happened a few hours ago around the 9 o’clock hour, just off Main Street. It seems quite a few people believe that we may be experiencing a religious phenomenon. Perhaps the second coming of–

Ben [slightly gruff impression] “Don’t call it a comeback, I’ve been here for years!”[4]

Sammy *chuckles* Right, let’s go to the phone lines.

Ben [happily] That was good though right?

Sammy It was good. Good evening, you’re live on King Falls AM.

Reverend Hawthorne Ask and ye shall receive! King Falls-uh. It is the gooD Reverend Xavier “Right. With. Gaawwd-uh” Hawthorne.

Ben Reverend Hawthorne? Are you back in town?

Reverend Hawthorne [speaking over Ben] The One and Only, and we are turnin’ the wagons arounD as we speaK-uh. And we’re headin’ back to my flocK-uh. How’re y’all feelin’ tonighT, King Falls- I said How are you, Feelin’!

Sammy [softly] We’re feeling alright.

Reverend Hawthorne Praise GoD-uh! Hallelujah! Now a little birdie, uh-just chirp’n on my shoulder, told me there was a SighTing. A Vision. Dare I say it, eyeballs were laid on our Lord and Saviour at a burger joint in our fair city.

Sammy Yeah, about 9 o’clock here.

Reverend Hawthorne Could it Be-uh! that our 5-week-revival worked. Could it Be-uh! that our prayers have been brought forth the lamb of God-uh. Can I get an amen!

Ben Reverend Hawthorne we—

Reverend Hawthorne Amen! This miracle-uh, this sight from our God-uh, perched on a Mountain of Sanctity, says that he is ready to lead-uh, his most Highly Favored, Congregation bacK to the promised land. Gimme some organ, Deacon Reggie [organ music begins playing in bg]

Sammy [aside] Do you think Reggie has to wheel that thing around just in case?

Ben This is getting good.

Reverend Hawthorne Play it dirty, brother. We are going Home-uh. Take us back to Calvary, take us BACK-uh! … Samuel, Benjamin may I ask you gentlemen if you have a relationship-uh with the Author of the E-ternal Sal-vation; [organ goes silent] [softly] are ya saved?

Sammy I’m—

Reverend Hawthorne Then let me tell y’all, [organ starts again] because if you aren’t-uh, I’m coming back to town. One weekend only, the Xavier “Right with GoD-uh” Hawthorne Experience will be wheelin’ bacK into King Falls Fairgrounds this very night-uh. We are hoping to get One- On- One with the Risen Christ and start preparin’ for Kingdom Come. But just like old Xavier, you gotta come on down-uh so we can get you TurnT uP With GoD-uh. [click, dial tone]

Sammy Xavier? Hello?

Ben He’s, gone. Sammy.

Sammy Well, you heard it here first folks. Xavier Hawthorn’s Travelling Roadshow is coming back to town. Will Jack in the Box Jesus make his stage debut?

Ben [muttering] Tch- Jesus.

Sammy Literally.

Ben Do you think we could get an interview? Would it be Mr. Christ? Or-

Sammy Something tells me that there is something more to the story than what we’ve heard so far, Ben.

Ben Tsk. I get that, but this is King Falls, Sammy.

Sammy What a perfect place to make a return: a rinky-dink town with no internet.

Ben Line- [muttered] dammit, there’s only one line. Uh, you’re on with Sammy and Ben.

Archie Good evenin’ fellas!

[small dogs barking in bg]

Sammy Is thi-

Archie It’s Archie Simmons!

Ben He-ey Archie, how’s Princess Von Barktooth?

Archie Well, I do have news concernin’ the princess, and I just want to possibly recant some info from our previous call a few weeks back.

Sammy About the werewolves?

Archie Correct.

Sammy Wow. I mean, you sounded pretty convinced that you saw a werewolf.

Archie And now I’m saying that maybe I was misinformed.

Sammy I think you should probably tell Troy and the Sheriff’s Office, Archie.

Archie *giggles* You silly Sally, Troy’s on his way over now

Ben Why the change of heart, Archie?

Archie Well, new information has come to light boys, I mean with the Divine One making his triumphant, and let’s be honest, dramatic return to King Falls.

Sammy You’re talking about the glowing man at the Jack in the Box?

Archie [softly] Let’s be real here, it’s the J-Man, of course a heavenly carpenter would pick King Falls. So many projects to keep busy with.

Sammy [dryly] Uh-huh.

Archie Plus, with the princess and this new information, we have to believe this.

Ben You keep saying that, what’s going on with the princess Archie?

Archie She’s in a delicate condition.

Sammy Oh, of course. I mean she’s been through a lot.

Archie *giggles* No Sammy, I mean she’s with child. Ch-children. Puppies? There’s a bun in my $2400 oven boys!

Sammy Wait. She’s pregnant? From the werewolf attack?!

Archie [softly again] Well, that’s the thing. While I believed in my heart of hearts that the hillbilly beast from the trailer park had gotten to the princess, I think…

Ben What. What do you think Archie?

Archie I mean it was dark, I know it was a full moon but I was scared and recently awakened, sleep in my eyes etc. and so on.

Sammy You don’t think it was the werewolves.

Archie I’m thinking with this new evidence and the fact that I saw a long-haired, bearded man in a Biblical Act— Yeah I-I- I think- there’s a chance it could have been [whispering] the man upstairs.

Ben [stern] Upstairs from whom?

Archie Mankind! Come on Ben, get with the picture!

Sammy He’s saying that because there’s been a holy sighting tonight- which we should all be a little bit doubtful of- then maybe it wasn’t the werewolves, but the Alpha and the Omega.

Ben No! NO WA- That’s too much, Archie. You saw the werewolf. He looked you in the eye and howled at the moon.

Archie I don’t know what kind of weird things Jesus is into.

Ben No way. This is ludicrous.

Archie You just wait and see Ben! The princess may have lost her Westminster dreams, but it was all part of God’s plan.

Ben We’ve got to go Archie *laughs* you’re crossing a line that we cannot cross at King Falls AM.

Archie Judge Not, lest ye be judged boys. Kardashians[sic] 3:16 or a Psalm or something. I think Troy’s coming around the bend anyways boys, laters!

[click, dial tone]

Sammy You know? When I walk in the door every night I say to myself, “Nothing’s gonna surprise me tonight” And more times than not, I am just Dead Wrong.

Ben Let’s give the phone a rest for a moment, Sammy, the record player is just begging to be used.

Sammy *chuckles* Not a bad idea Ben.

[phone pings]

Ben What? *gasps* My phone! [several pings] OHH it’s back baby!

Sammy Me too! What’s going on?

[pinging continues]

Ben What’s up! Oh my God, I could literally kiss the apparition of Steve Jobs.

Sammy Hey, I’ve got a text here, Unknown Number.

Ben Okay, what does it say?

Sammy “I- I know why this happened. I know how to stop it. We need to talk“

Ben What?

Sammy No, that’s what the text said.

Ben You don’t think this has anything to do with… Thank You, Jesus.

[KFAM outro]

[CREDITS]

References:

[1] Pogs - Pogs, generically called milk caps, is a game that was popular among children during the early-mid 1990s. The name pog originates from POG, a brand of juice made from passionfruit, orange, and guava; the use of POG bottle caps to play the game preceded the game's commercialization.

[2] “It’s tearin’ up my heart when I’m with you” - Lyrics to the song “Tearin’ Up My Heart” by NSYNC, an American boy band from the mid-90s

[3] Jack in the Box - American fast food chain, primarily along the west coast and southern states.

[4] “Don’t call it a comeback, I’ve been here for years” - lyrics to the song “Mama Said Don’t Knock You Out” by LL COOL J (also came out in the 90s)

#king falls am #king falls #kfam #sammy stevens #ben arnold #kfam transcripts #kfam ep9 #cynthia higgenbaum #mayor grisham #troy krieghauser #archie simmons #jack in the box jesus #reverend hawthorne

[epitheterasedgen]

hello! i am a clown that gets way too attached to bg characters, so!!! if it's alright! may i request some gorou shimizaki stuff! i personally hc that while he's an awful sheriff, he's fantastic at baking donuts, and usually makes like. 8 boxes worth that he proceeds to share with anyone who asks! or doesn't!! he gives me 'sweet but bumbling grandparent who gets you surprise pumpkin muffins breakfast bc he loves you' vibes and im soft for that ok

YEAH I CAN GET DOWN WITH THIS! :O I didn’t like the sheriff b/c he gave me Martin vibes, but this is like... Martin who didn’t take on responsibilities that he wasn’t ready to bear (it’s pretty clear that he didn’t even strive for the job of sheriff, it was just handed to him, so)

Knows how to make every kind of donut, including donuts for people that have allergies which normally prevent them from eating them

Has zero braincells but big heart

Canonically never went to school; I’m going to take a wild guess and say he had to help his family make money

But he wants to learn!! It might take him longer than other people but he’s gonna learn to read, gosh darnit!

Enjoys all sorts of baked goods (I love the pumpkin muffin idea)

Also loves orange juice

Had his epiphany as a fairly young kid when his dad commented it was a “very blustery Fall”

Knows several of the Banzai Blasters by name and chats with them whenever they come down to the station

The police station’s “first aid” is a jar of sprinkles and colorful band-aids he keeps in his desk in case someone gets hurt

#also I fully relate to being a bg character clown; I was UNBELIEVABLY HAPPY when it turned out Percy in fact WASN'T a bg/secondary chara #gorou shimizaki #anon #requested headcanons #answered headcanons

[wilsonsnest]

[w&s] taking shots

all you need to know is that i wrote about a romantic archery date and its the best thing i’ve ever done up to this point in time.

pairing: sambucky (bg. samsteve) word count: 2,787 summary: sam learns three things about bucky - he can keep a secret, might actually be a genius and takes some good shots.

“You know,” Natasha said loftily as she topped off Sam’s coke. “This could be easily solved if you all just moved in together.”

Sam avoided answering by quickly taking a long drink while Steve just chuckled next to him, bumping Sam’s shoulder companionably. If he was bothered by the suggestion, he didn’t show it. Since they had arrived separately it meant Sam wasn’t drinking and Steve was Bucky’s ride home.

“You haven’t met Redwing, Nat.” Steve answered solemnly, sliding a look over at Sam. “I think he could be a difficult roommate.”

Sam rolled his eyes and put his glass down. “Redwing is an absolute gem. You’d be so lucky to share in his living space.”

He glared at Steve, but could only hold if for so long before they both burst into laughter. Natasha scoffed at them both, but there was a pleased glint in her eye. She’d spent her share of time listening to all of three of them waxing poetic about one another before they’d figured the relationship out. The redhead glanced down the bar to see her partner leaning over the counter, locked in discussion with Bucky.

Pursing her lips she commented. “They’ve been gossiping all night.”

“We noticed.” Steve said, leaning back to look around Sam at his best friend. “Any idea whats up with that?”

“Hmm.” Was the only thing Natasha provided before sliding down the bar and slapping Clint on the shoulder. He whipped his head around an indignant look on his face. Whatever Natasha said, it made him roll his eyes and he gestured once to Bucky before waving Natasha off.

It was an odd interaction, but Clint and Bucky only spoke for a moment longer before Bucky grabbed his beer and headed toward Sam and Steve.

He looked a little tense around the shoulders, but didn’t hesitate to climb up on the stool next to Sam’s and lean in to kiss him on the cheek. He glanced over at Steve with a small smile before turning his attention back to Sam.

Then the counter. Then his beer.

Something was up. He kept glancing between all three of them, never really quite focusing. Eventually Sam looked over at Steve and the smaller man shrugged.

Steve chewed on his lip, contemplating for a moment before he slid off the barstool. “Hey, I’m gonna run to the bathroom.”

That got Bucky’s attention, his head shot up. Steve just smiled at him and turned to head toward the restroom, leaving Sam and Bucky alone together.

Sam turned to look at his boyfriend, leaning over into his space, trying to determine exactly what he needed. Red/Hawk’s wasn’t particularly busy at the moment. But sometimes after being at Stucky’s all day, just being out anywhere could be overstimulating.

Bucky took in a deep breath, putting his beer on to the counter. Sam was surprised to see him trembling, just slightly.

“Bucky—“

“Are-you-free-tomorrow-afternoon?” Bucky asked in a rush, not quite able to look up at Sam. “Around 3?”

Sam blinked owlishly for a moment, not expecting that question. “Um, yeah. I usually close up at 2:30 but I could ask Lang…”

Bucky breathed out a sigh of relief and all the tension seemed to leave his shoulders. A tentative smile appeared on his lips and he finally looked at Sam. “Great. I’ll pick you up at yours.”

“Oh-kay.” Sam wanted to ask more, but Steve announced his presence as he returned. He could see the slight shuttering in Bucky’s eyes, and it was clear that whatever he was up to, Steve didn’t know about it.

Sam wasn’t sure what to make of it. But Bucky seemed more at ease, reaching around Sam to punch Steve lightly in the shoulder. They relaxed into easy conversation and Sam tucked the information in the back of his mind to be dealt with tomorrow at 3pm.

x x x x

Bucky was quiet in the truck after he picked Sam up. Other than a short greeting, he kept his eyes on the road and let the radio play to fill up the silence. He seemed tense, reminding Sam of the first and last out of town date they’d ever been on. It was sort of making Sam nervous to be honest, because he really wasn’t sure what to expect.

Sam checked his phone, having to resist to urge to text Steve and ask him if Bucky had been acting odd lately. He couldn’t do that to Bucky though, it would be a huge breech of trust. It was obvious from their interaction last night that whatever this was, Bucky didn’t want Steve involved.

The road suddenly got a little rougher and Sam looked up, surprised to see that they had turned onto a familiar dirt road. Sitting up a little straighter, he realized they were heading toward Clint and Natasha’s place. He recalled last night, when his boyfriend and the bar owner had been conspiring together.

“We’re visiting Nat and Clint?” Sam asked, turning to look at Bucky. “Not that I mind, but…”

Bucky just shook his head, his flesh hand flexing on the steering wheel. He stared straight a head as they continued on the road as the big farmhouse got closer. Suddenly though, he turned to look at Sam. There was a crease between his brow and he looked a little apprehensive.

“Trust me, okay?” The request was so earnest. Bucky’s eyes were gentle, and pleading.

Sam could never say no to that look and he let out a long sigh and he nodded.

They pulled up in front of the house along side Natasha’s jeep. Bucky was so quick to turn off the truck and get out that he was there to open the passenger door and help Sam down. After locking up, Bucky took Sam’s hand and led him around the back of the house toward the impressive acreage that their friends owned.

Sam tucked himself close to Bucky’s side, the air crisp and his ears a little cold. He regretted not bringing a hat with him, but he hadn’t exactly been sure of where they were going.

When they rounded the corner he was surprised to see three large targets set up along the back of the house. Sam had seen this sort of thing before, large round colorful foam pads set up on tripods. Even from a distance, he could see that they were absolutely littered with holes. Someone had drawn out lines with white paint in the grass, which he guessed marked the proper distances to shoot from.

Sam looked quizzically up at Bucky, only to see his boyfriend waving in the opposite direction. He looked to see Clint coming out of a small shed maybe thirty yards away. He was carrying two bows over his shoulder and a black quiver bristling with arrows in the other. He didn’t seem to notice anyone had arrived until he looked up and saw them.

Clint waved for a second, before making his way over to them. Despite the relatively cold temperature, he was dressed in sweatpants and a purple t-shirt. Clint dropped the bow and arrows at the farthest line of the archery field before approaching Bucky and Sam.

“Hey Clint,” Sam started, but then noticed belatedly that the other man had started signing to Bucky as he approached. Sam let go of Bucky’s hand so that his boyfriend could respond as he tried to follow along.

Whatever they were talking about was far too quick for Sam to follow and before long, Bucky was patting him on the shoulder.

“I’ll be right back.” Bucky said before heading off toward the shed that Clint had just come from.

Sam nodded mutely before looking at Clint. He bit his lip a little sheepishly and signed along while speaking. “Hi Clint.”

The blonde smirked a little, but his eyes were kind. When Sam had moved to Hopeway six years ago, he’d been at a party during Lake Day and he’d mentioned that he had started learning sign language in High School. It had been six beers in that Clint and Sam had found themselves huddled around a campfire while Clint drunkenly quizzed Sam on how much he knew and tried to add words to his vocabulary that would never be used in polite conversation.

Of course, after that, Sam had legitimately asked Clint if he could help him study and he did. He had learned during that time that at home, Clint preferred not to use his hearing aid and both he and Nat mainly used sign at home.

“Have you been practicing?” Clint asked, slowing down for Sam’s benefit.

Sam could feel his face heating up and he shook his head. “No,” He paused for a moment. “I’m out of practice.”

“You need to come over more often.” Clint responded, and Sam smiled.

Eventually Bucky returned to the archery field, he was pulling a wagon, covered in a tarp behind him. Clint said a quick goodbye to Sam before going over to Bucky, saying a quick word and heading off.

Sam watched from a distance as Bucky pulled the tarp back from the wagon, unsure if he was supposed to come closer. Whatever Bucky had brought seemed a little bit more complicated than the bows and arrows Clint had dropped off.

Sam’s eyes widened in surprise as he watched his boyfriend take off his coat, fold it and then place it to the side. He only walked over when he realized Bucky was removing his prosthetic next.

“Uh, Bucky?” Sam asked, just a little concerned. Clint might walk around half-dressed in the cold, but that didn’t mean Sam approved of the same thing for his boyfriend.

Bucky flashed him a quick, reassuring smile before he placed his arm in the wagon. Sam watched as Bucky picked up a white fabric sleeve and pulled it over his nub and up his arm, and then picked up what looked like a partial prosthetic that stopped at the wrist. Sam had seen some of Bucky’s other prosthetics, old ones or just ones he used for different tasks but he hadn’t seen this one.

“So, um,” Bucky muttered, fiddling with the prosthetic. Sam could see it had straps near the top to keep it secure. “Always stay behind the shooting line, I’ll let you know when I’m done shooting. Ah-”

He sounded so nervous that Sam wasn’t about to question it. He stood well enough back, and watched as Bucky notched the arrowed in the wagon bed first before using his right hand on the bow grip and the prosthetic’s tiny hook to hold the string. With practiced easy, Bucky pulled the bow up and aimed at the middle target.

After a moment, he released, quicker than Sam was expecting and the arrow hit inside the blue area of the target. There were a million things on the tip of Sam’s tongue, but he squeezed his hands together to keep himself from blurting something out. He watched, marveling as Bucky shot five more arrows, each one getting closer to the center yellow bullseye. The last arrow made it just outside the inner yellow ring and Sam let out a slight groan.

“So close.” He said, but he sounded so clearly impressed. Bucky put the bow down in the wagon again and turned to look at Sam, his face was inscrutable and he seemed to be waiting.

“Bucky.” The name bubbled up, happy and pleasant on Sam’s tongue. He grinned wide, wanting to reach out for his boyfriend. “When did you take up archery? This is awesome.”

Bucky finally met his eyes, a small pleased smile playing on his lips. Sam watched as his hand drifted to the prosthetic, touching it like it was precious.

“Clint mentioned he put this up a while ago.” Bucky answered. “I did some research and I asked him if he’d help me out. He’s really good.”

Somehow that didn’t surprise Sam in the slightest. He looked around the field, looking at the six arrows imbedded in the target then back at Bucky. Sam wasn’t an archery expert by any means, but with only a few months of practice Bucky didn’t seem half bad himself.

“Don’t tell me you’ve been practicing for months just so you can show off.” Sam teased, smirking a little.

“No,” Bucky scoffed. “Part of it was just making this.”

He gestured to the prosthetic as though it weren’t a big deal. For a moment everything in Sam’s brain came to a halt and his eyes widened almost comically. His jaw worked open and closed for a moment before he stuttered.

“Bucky… d-did you make that?”

Bucky’s brows knitted together and he nodded. “I researched some ones other people used first.”

“Okay, but you built this. Yourself.”

“Clint helped a little.” Bucky’s face was turning a lovely shade of pink and it was not from the cold.

“Bucky, what the fuck.” Sam said, awed. “Your a genius. Holy shit, I’m dating a genius.”

“God, Sam. It’s not like it was hard.” Despite his protests, Sam could see how pleased Bucky was.

“It’s not like it was hard!” Sam barked out a laugh, grinning wide. “Oh my God, Bucky, I can’t with you sometimes.”

“But I’m glad you can most of the time.” Bucky quipped back, any tension remaining in his body quickly seeping out. He bit his lip, and shifted from foot to foot before gesturing to the bow and arrows Clint had left behind. “D’you wanna try?”

Sam nodded enthusiastically and without hesitation stripped off his own coat. All of a sudden the cold was of very little consequence when Bucky explained to him how to pick up the bow and crowded behind him to adjust his stance. Bucky very carefully went through how his arms should be held, touching Sam a lot more than was probably necessary before instructing on how to nock the arrow.

“Take your time.” Bucky whispered close in his ear, not at all helping Sam keep his composure. If he wasn’t trying so hard to focus, he would have glared at his boyfriend. “Make sure to look at the target, not the arrow.”

With Bucky’s body warm against his back, Sam pulled back, steadying himself and then released. The arrow hit the foam squarely in the black area and Bucky pressed a kiss behind his ear.

“Great job, Sammy.”

They spent the rest of the afternoon shooting arrows together. Sam improved with some tips from Bucky, and Bucky found every possible excuse to crowd into Sam’s space when he was taking his turn. Somehow, Sam was pretty sure all the touching and sweet murmuring would have been agains the rules in a competition setting.

Eventually though, the sun began to set and Clint ambled his way around to them. This time he was at least wearing a sweatshirt, though had chosen to forgo shoes. He stood to the way side while Sam finished his shots, raising an eyebrow as he watched Bucky pressing kisses to Sam’s cheek when he was done.

“Interesting strategy.” Clint signed as Bucky went to collect the arrows from both his and Sam’s targets.

“I learn better hand’s on.” Sam replied without a second thought. As soon as he saw the glint in Clint’s eye he regretted it immediately and fumbled through a few of not-so-appropriate signs Clint had shown him by the lake several years ago.

The three of them cleaned up the rest of the bows and targets, moving them to Clint’s shed. Bucky changed his prosthetic, folding it up securely before placing it under the tarp. The sky was purple and blue by time they were done and they headed around the front of the house to say their goodbyes. Clint seemed surprised when Sam hugged him tightly, but just smiled and reminded him to stop by any time.

Once they were safely in the truck, heat cranked up, Sam couldn’t help but stare at Bucky. He was sure he had the goofiest, sappiest smile on his face but he didn’t care.

“Have you told Steve yet?” Sam asked. His other boyfriend would be over the moon if he knew about Bucky’s new hobby.

“Nah,” Bucky answered quietly, shaking his head. He seemed relaxed, exuding happiness. “Wanted to show you first.”

Sam felt warmth blossom in his chest, and he couldn’t resist reaching over and placing a hand on Bucky’s knee, squeezing gently. “I won’t say anything,” He promised. “As long as you don’t tell him that was the best date I’ve ever been on.”

Bucky glanced at him, his smile bright. “I can do that.”

#sambucky #winterfalcon #wilson and stucky's #romantic archery is v important #shout out to clint for facilitating this date #my fanfic

[dibs4ever]

Visitors

Takes place in the YJ Universe During Team Year 2

The team was gathered in the living room when there was a loud zipping noise coming from the direction of the mission room.

"What was that?" Mgann asked sitting up

Wally and Robin glanced away from their video game "I dunno Megalicous" Wally shrugged

Artemis rolled her eyes "Well maybe we should go investigate game -nerd"

Wally paused the game and turned to her "Hey I take offense to that!"

Robin shook his head and shut the game down "She's right, come on let's go" he waved as he stands up

"I agree we should go investigate but be on awareness in case of attack" Aqualad ordered

As they began to walk they noticed Connor wasn't following they turned and looked at him

"Con, you coming?" Wally asked

Connor shook his head as he looked at the static screen

"No, you guys go ahead. Mgann tell me if you need me" he waved

The rest of the team members made their way into the training room to find 3 teens standing there looking dazed and confused

"Who are you!" Robin spoke

The 3 strangers standing in front of them looked about the same age as Robin- 15. The only female was blonde with greens eyes and wearing a suit similar to Artemis' but yellow and red with the Flash symbol on the chest.

The first male was also blonde and green-eyed wearing a full-body green suit that had the Arrow symbol on his chest.

The last male had dark hair and wore a suit that was very obviously a Robin suit.

The teams Robin relaxed a bit but kept his guard up "Seriously who are you guys?" He asked again

The 3 looked at each other, the guy in the Arrow like suit nudged the one in the Robin suit

"We're from an undisclosed time or location," the other Robin said not releasing much information

Wally rolled his eyes "Geez he's definitely some form of a Bat he's all secretive just like you"

Artemis eyed the blonde boy "Why are you in an Arrow suit?"

He grinned at her making the freckles across his cheeks pop "Cause I'm the Arrow protege where I'm from"

Mgann looked at the girl "Your suit looks almost just like Artemis' except yours is the same colors as Kid Flash's. Does that make you Flash's protege " she said pointing at Wally

The girl nodded "You are correct!"

"So are you me or are you..." Robin began trying to figure out if they were from another earth or another time

"I'm not necessarily you but yes I am Robin." The other Robin said proudly

Wally let out a chuckle "To avoid confusion, I'm going to refer to you as R2 for Robin 2" he said

The Arrow boy shook his head "Well technically he's not second Robin he's the-"

He was cut off when both the girl and other Robin punched him in the shoulder

"R2 is fine" the other Robin nodded

"So, what are you guys names?" Wally asked pointing at the other 2

"I'm Bullet." The girl introduced "And this is Bullseye" she pointed at the Arrow boy

Robin grinned "Bullet and Bullseye. Are you guys twins?"

Bullseye nodded "Yup," he said popping the P and throwing an arm around Bullet's shoulder

"How'd you guys get here?" Artemis asked looking between the three

Bullet stepped forward "Well these bozos decided it would be fun to banter with a villain named Time Warp, and whelp here we are," she said waving a hand at R2 and Bullseye

"Hey!" Both boys said in unison

Mgann let out a giggle "Well you’re our guest so until you figure something out why don't we give you a snack?"

They waved them into the kitchen

"Sorry I don't have any homemade cookies but these sandwich cookies are good," Mgann said laying a plate down

"It's all good Mrs. M" Bullseye grinned popping a cookie into his mouth

"Mrs.?" Connor glared at Bullseye as he walked into the kitchen

"Umm I mean um, hey where's the milk?" the male Archer said quickly

He looked around the room spotting it on the counter with Robin and R2

He froze in place next to Wally who was also watching

In unison, Robin and R2 picked up a sandwich cookie, pulled it apart, licked the filling off, put the two cookies back together dunked them in the milk and ate them.

"Is this freaking you out at all?" Wally mumbled

Bullseye nodded "Just a little, but probably not for the same reason it's freaking you out"

Meanwhile, Artemis flopped onto the couch next to Bullet "So if you don't mind me asking where did you get your inspiration for your suit?"

Bullet shrugged " Honestly from my mom, my dad hates it. But he'll get used to it"

Artemis laughed " Sounds like your parents are heroes too"

Melanie nodded " Oh they are but- oomph" she was cut off when R2 did a backflip over the couch shoving a cookie into her mouth in the process

" ROBIN!" She yelled spitting out the cookie

He laughed from where he had landed on the floor

"Watcha gonna do about it speedster?" He said sending her a cocky grin

She smirked at him and lunged forward tackling him to the ground

The two began to spar back and forth rolling on the ground

"Do they do this often?" Aqualad asked Bullseye who nodded

"Yeah, don't worry this is how we resolve conflicts" he assured

Robin had pulled Wally to the side while everyone was distracted by R2 and Bullets sparring match "I have a theory about our visitors"

"Shoot," Wally said

"I think the twins are Artemis' kids. Before R2 shut her up the way Bullet was talking it sounded like Artemis was her mother"

Wally shook his head "Then who's the dad?"

Robin rolled his eyes "Gee genius I don't know, they're twins ones an archer and ones a speedster who do you think the father is."

When what Robin was hinting hit him a grin spread on his face "Wow I guess you're right, they do kind of look like me and Arty put together" he thought for a moment "Wait if the twins are mine does that mean the R2 is-"

Robin cut him off "Just cause he's Robin doesn't mean he's my son, besides you and BG are the only ones who know that we are training Jason to be the new Robin and the way Bullseye was talking in the lab it sounded like he knew there was more than one Robin" he whispered

A smirk formed on Wally's face

"Don't even suggest it!" Robin pointed a finger "You are always teasing me about Barbara we're just friends"

Wally's grin only grew "I thought you said he wasn't your son"

Robin shook his head "He's not, even if he was it doesn't mean he's mine and Babs kid...which he definitely isn't. It could be Zatanna or...you know any other girl. Definitely not mine and Babs. We don't need to talk about that cause he's not my son. He's probably an orphan kid Batman will adopt after Jason retires "

Wally laughed

"He's not my son" Robin repeated

Wally shook his head "I don't know, by the way, he's flipping and sparing with Bullet I'd say he definitely inherited your acrobatic skills"

Robin turned to him with a smirk "If that is your daughter and that is my son like you think, then that means they're rolling on the floor with each other"

Wally's eyes widened "That will never happen!" He pointed a finger earning a chuckle from Robin

Robin and Wally stepped forward into the living room just as Bullet pinned R2 to the ground

"Ha pinned yeah!" She laughed as she straddled his waist and held his hands above his head

R2 shook his head "Nah I let you win"

Bullet stood up "Sure you did! " she said sarcastically

R2 stood up as well "I did, I'm a gentlemen" he let out a cackle that caused the current team to turn and look at their Robin

Robin acted like he didn't see them eyeing him

"Oh, please Rob, lately she's always been able to pin you," Bullseye said throwing a handful of pretzels in his mouth "It's like your distracted or something" he mumbled with a mouth full of food

"That's not the reason, my shoulder is still sore from the run in with Joker last week" R2 shrugged

"Never affected you before " Bullseye pointed out

“Gonna go cry to mommy Mamas Boy?” Bullet mocked as she jumped up

Bullseye nodded excepting his answer

R2 rolled his eyes as he stood up.

They heard a noise coming from the mission room, everyone quickly making their way in.

There stood a tall dark haired, muscular man in a black and blue suit with a pink portal behind him

"Oh, Crap we're dead, we are so dead!" Bullet mumbled upon seeing the man

Bullseye rested a hand on his twin's shoulder "Relax Bats don't kill"

R2 shook his head "Yeah but you don’t live with two of them"

The blue-suited man glared at the 3 future time travelers "We will discuss this when we get home. Now go" he said pointing at the portal

Without hesitation, the 3 of them quickly jumped in through the portal. Before the blue-suited man went through he dropped a small device that looked like a grenade

"Sorry guys can't have you remembering this," he said before disappearing into the portal

A flash of light went off when it faded the portal was gone and the grenade-shaped divide had disintegrated

"What are we doing here?" Mgann asked

"I don't know? Anyone else?" Connor asked

Artemis and Wally shook their heads signaling they didn't remember either

"Let's go back to the living room, that's the last place I remember being," Robin said they all followed him out of the room still feeling dazed their memories of the past couple hours completely erased from their memories

#young justice fanfiction #Young Justice AU #dick grayson #Wally West

[seojvns]

everything you didn’t care to know about seojun yoon. 

basic statistics.

full name: seojun yoon. 

nickname: jun, junnie, seo. 

how'd they get it?: they’re just... variations of his name...

age: twenty one. 

date of birth: april 27th. 

zodiac: taurus. 

gender: male. 

sexual orientation: pansexual. 

when did they realize this?: around the age he started being interested in people. it’s never been something he’s struggled with, it’s jus how things were/are. 

nationality: american.

hometown: daejeon, south korea.

current residence: cortland, wisconsin.

occupation: freelance photographer. 

for how long?: umm, probably since high school?? he started out doing it for free, to build his resume, and over time he began building it into something he could actually make money from. not much, but !! getting paid for doing something he loves?? really couldn’t ask for more than that. 

do they like his/her job?: obvs!!! does he wish he could have a lot more clients?? ya, but he’s patient and he’s got the time. 

salary: mm, depends on the job but probably anywhere from $150-250/job. 

family.

any significant ancestors?: ummmm, no. 

grandparents (describe relationship): he was really close to his grandmother, on his mom’s side, who passed away a few years ago. he’s close to his grandfather from that side too, but he’s a bit old fashioned in his views and sometimes conversations are... not really something he can take much from. but he likes his company, and overall they have a good relationship. his grandparents on his father’s side both died before he really got a chance to even know them. 

aunts/uncles (describe relationship): there’s definitely a distance. when he was younger, he’d see more of them, and his cousins too, but as he grew up... it became less of a tradition his parents and his aunts/uncles bothered to keep up with. he sees them at family gatherings, usually around holidays, but that’s about it. 

parents (describe relationship): there’s a lot of distance between him and his parents. his father’s always been distant, even at a young age he wasn’t very invested in seojun. but he’d buy him things, assuming that was a decent enough way to show his ‘love,’ but it only made seojun resentful of the money he tried to use in an attempt to get out of actually caring or showing interest. his mother, on the other hand, cared. but only when he was young. from the time he was adopted, at age five, until about eleven. after that she became more disinterested in him. she also started nitpicking him a lot?? like no snacks, finding a poem and critiquing it, etc. support wasn’t something he was given, which is why he’s become such a desperate lil people pleaser. 

are they still together?: yes, yep. 

what is the character's family life like: it was really lonely growing up, cause even if everyone was home they’d all be off doing their own things. usually seojun was in his room writing, or out exploring and taking photos. he probably would’ve found his way to his hobbies regardless, but their neglect definitely encouraged him to explore them in a way he might not have done much sooner. 

what does their family love most about them?: hmm, probably his manners. he’s a good boy and he’d never embarrass them or anything when they drag him to events or parties, so, yeah! 

hate?: they see him as too shy, and lacking of a personality, but really that’s just because they’ve kind of made him feel like he should just keep quiet and do what he’s told :/ and that’s exactly what he does. 

does the family have a specific set of values?: his parents are very much the type of people who want everything to look perfect on the outside, and not care much about how they actually are on the inside. 

what would their family be described like by another person?: reserved, well put together, successful. 

have they ever had any pets?: he did! he had a dog, a samoyed, which he got from his parents for his seventh birthday. his name was ghost,, original, i know!

what happened to them?: he died a few years ago :/ it was a rly rough time for jun, who basically had him throughout his entire childhood. 

relationships.

are they a virgin?: umm, nope. 

how did they lose it?: i’m embarrassed just thinkin abt it. 

have they ever cheated on a partner?: never would he ever!!! 

has a partner ever cheated on them?: probably. 

how did they react?: better question - did he ever find out? doubtful. 

who was their first crush?: hard to say :/ he gets a new crush everyday :/ 

are they in any kind of romantic relationship?: no!! 

how serious/relaxed is it?: hmph. 

describe the relationship with their current partner: this is... pointless... 

how did they meet?: why ask so many questions based on the POTENTIAL of him bein in a relationship... 

who made the first move?: prob not seojun in any situation ... he’s not very bold 

how does your character truly feel about their partner?: this.... is so redundant... 

when did they realize this?: thank u, next! 

who is your characters closest friend?: minnie uwu 

how did they meet?: umm they’ve been bffs for as long as seojun can remember okay!!! so how they met is just one of those things he doesn’t... rly remember bc it feels like he’s known her his WHOLE entire life, u know?? 

why do they get along so well?: because they’re both cute and soft and they just vibe together well ok,, why question these things?? there’s been so many late nights up talking about anything n everything, so many heartbreaks that she’s been there for, so many adventures they’ve had n have yet to have... she’s his other half!!! <333 

describe relationship with any other significant friends: adrian’s one of the most important ppl to him ?? like ever?? cause he’s jun’s best friend but also a lot more than that. even though they can’t seem to get things right, he’s always gonna have feels for adrian. kian......... gross where do i even begin!!!! seojun would literally die for kian. he’s more than his roomie ok seojun’s so disgustingly attached that no matter what kian did he’d never leave his side lmao #dedicated. jiwon is who seojun would be if he could choose his life sjfsfks she’s jus so,, uwu perfect n everything he aspires to be. he LUVS her even tho she can lowkey be a lil scary?? not in like a way that he’s legit scared but like... she can be intimidating a lil bit. rt if u agree

favorites.

favorite foods: sushi, korean fried chicken, fries. 

least favorite food: black licorice, celery. 

favorite colors: pale yellow and light pink. 

least favorite color: whatever the fuck u call the color blue that tumblr chose for the new bg color fksdjfs

music: pop, r&b. 

literature: mysteries!! 

smell: honeysuckles, bonfires, fresh bread. 

feeling: affection uwu

season: autumn. 

pets: dogs, but... he loves cats too :/ 

place: hmm, he’s really drawn to the woods?? like when he was younger he’d go into the woods with his camera and a book and just spend all fucking day out there. there’s something really peaceful about it ?? and there’s just so much to experience... the woods jus make him soft, k?? 

favorite sport(s): huh

possession this character values most: his camera!!!!!!!! his journals filled with poems about everyone he knows. 

why is it so important to them?: um, his camera is p obvious?? his poetry filled journals, well, that’s p obvious too. he doesn’t want to forget how he felt in the moments where he was inspired to write whatever he wrote. 

physical characteristics.

height: 5′8′‘. 

weight: 130 lbs. 

body build: slim. 

eye color: brown. 

glasses or contact lenses?: contact lenses, but sometimes he’ll wear his glasses when he’s feelin’ lazy. 

hair color: naturally it’s black, but he prob keeps it either light pink or blond.  

scent: tbh idk what to answer for this, describing someone’s natural scent... hard. 

voice: he’s got a soft voice :/ 

mannerisms: says ‘um’ and ‘uh’ too much, whining about nothing, watching anything/everything with subtitles, turns the tab on a soda can sideways. 

style: comfy clothing mostly?? like loose fitting tops and form fitting bottoms. 

how do they walk?: like a fucking model tbh??? 

what are their nervous tics: he’s blushing 99% of the time tbh,, nose scrunches, averting his gaze 

usual body posture: umm, i’d say he’s got p good posture?? idk,,

preferred clothing.

underwear: boxer briefs babey!

shirts: loose!! t-shirts, flannels, hoodies. anything oversized. 

pants: usually black jeans, like, 9 times out of 10. 

skirts: nah. 

jackets: more oversized shit. 

shoes: prob jus black boots? 

accessories: earrings, rings, make up. make up isn’t an accessory rly but i dunno where else to put that so yayuh that’s a thing. 

formal wear: umm he’s a classic black suit kinda guy, prob w a bowtie, idk. 

sleeping wear: t-shirts and boxer briefs,, do ppl ... actually have real pajamas? like in real life? 

swimming wear: swim trunks ig?? weird question but ok. 

intellectual/mental/personality attributes and attitudes.

did they go to school?: ya, duh. 

where?: west bridge!!! 

what did they learn?: he’s studying photography :-)

what were their grades like?: uh, they’re alright... could be better... he wants to do better but his focus is usually just... anywhere but where it should be. so he procrastinates, and turns in things late a lot, and still is trying to do better. 

native language: korean. 

do they know any other languages?: english. 

how smart are they?: not... very... both book smart and street smart. 

what is their strengths?: creativity, generosity, compassion. 

weaknesses?: time management, insecurity, awareness. 

character's short-term goals in life: don’t go to jail, pass all classes. 

character's long-term goals in life: have a lil photography studio and live happily ever after uwu

how does your character see themselves?: umm, he’s self aware enough to know that he’s kind of sheepish?? he feels like he’s probably awkward in,, so many situations, rip, but he tries his best to not be too weird skfjs 

how does your character believe they are perceived by others?: as a soft boy who wants to be everyone’s friend?? hopefully?? 

how self-confident is your character?: UM LOL NOT AT ALL

what makes their self-confidence waver?: everything,, he just never feels like he’s good enough?? prob because of his mom’s nitpicking, his parents’ lack of interest generally, and the fact that he just has a low self esteem overall. 

what would embarrass your character the most?: being put on the spot about anything, having too much attention, falling for someone who doesn’t like him. 

how does your character feel about love: he!! loves love!!! he rly thinks that there’s someone out there for everyone... maybe not in a ~soulmates~ sense, but he thinks that companionship is a big part of happiness.

about crime: he doesn’t commit crimes... often... but if he does it’s because he can be talked into almost anything. 

people of a different sexuality?: loves everyone, thanks. 

different nationality/race?: loves everyone, thanks. 

how does your character show affection/love?: listening to them n remembering things they’re told, hand holding, doing literally anything they ask. 

how does your character handle grief? not well. especially in the case of manon, which has left him with a terrible sleeping pattern and the heavy feeling of guilt. 

what are they like when they cry?: prob like really dramatic,, like cry a lot while curled up in his bed under the covers kinda cry. 

what can make them cry?: betrayal, loss, anxiousness, stress. 

how does your character handle physical pain?: not well, he probably whines a lot and pouts even more. 

emotional pain?: even worse. he’s so forgiving that even if someone hurt him emotionally, he’d forgive them, but he’d probably be lowkey sad (but in a self blame kind of way) about it for awhile.

is your character typically a leader or a follower?: big time follower. 

what kind of energy level does your character typically display?: soft, upbeat, 

describe their sense of humor: prob either lame or softly sarcastic. 

hobbies: takin pics, writing poems, making playlists for people that’ll never hear them, watching shows instead of studying. 

talents: ...takin pics, writing poems, making playlists for people that’ll never hear them...

extremely unskilled at: focusing! and sports. 

if any, what musical instruments can they play?: piano :-) 

emotional characteristics.

how does the character relate to others?: through soft interactions and deep conversations. he’s pretty honest and open, so if someone asks him something, or even just talks to him, chances are he’s being as open with them as he would be with his close friends. 

how does the character deal with anger?: not well, but when he’s angry, he’s usually more upset than angry? and he wants to resolve things as quickly as possible, otherwise he’s stressed abt it until it’s fixed. 

with sadness?: listens to sad music and cries in the shower. drama queen. 

with conflict?: he’s always the first to apologize. 

with change?: he’s actually pretty adaptable for the most part?? but if it were like a major change, maybe not as good. 

with loss?: ummm, could be better!! probably gets a lil distant when he’s dealing with a loss. 

what does your character want out of life?: happiness :/ 

what would your character like to change in his/her life?: the whole manon thing JFKLSF

what motivates your character?: his future, or at least the ideal future he has in mind for himself. 

what frightens your character?: the fact that they could get caught for covering up a murder perhaps??? terrifying. 

are they afraid of the dark?: ...yes, but he acts like he isn’t cause he’s embarrassed. 

death?: not really?? like he doesn’t WANT to die or anything, but he’s not afraid of death.

what makes your character happy?: listening to good music, giving people things that make him think of them, the photo editing process. 

sad?: being alone, the fact that his parents never care to check up on him, films where the main couple doesn’t end up together.

angry?: people being rude to his friends, being lied to, unnecessarily passive aggressive people. 

aroused?: neck kisses, being called baby, someone who’s rly direct and just kind of... does what they want skjfsl 

annoyed?: people who speak over other people.

guilty?: covering up a potential murder, turning things in late, lying. 

is your character judgmental of others?: no. even if he doesn’t agree with their opinions/things they do he still tries to refrain from judgment. 

is your character generous or stingy?: generous af. 

is your character generally polite or rude?: polite!! angel boy. 

optimistic or pessimistic?: optimistic. 

introvert or extrovert?: lil bit of both?? 

daredevil or cautious?: cautious. 

logical or emotional?: emotional lmao. 

disorderly and messy or methodical and neat?: he thinks he’s methodical and neat but he’s actually disorderly and messy. 

would they rather be working or relaxing?: working, even though he thinks he’d rather be chillin he’s kind of terrible at doing nothing. 

how do they feel about animals?: um... he loves them?? he’s the kind of person that’d accidentally let a raccoon in his house and let it stay. 

what is their best quality?: his sincerity. 

what is their biggest flaw?: how trusting he is. 

#sjflskf what do i even tag this as #about. #u kno those myspace surveys ppl used to do #like in bulletin boards? #that's kinda what this felt like #v relaxing

[cinnamonsugarsheith-blog]

Can’t stand the heat

Rating: nsfw/E Pairing: Sheith (BG Allurance) Prompt: Literally just “firefighter AU” which I did in the vaguest of senses.

Lance and Keith might bicker like NOBODYS business, with each other, and the dispatch guy, Hunk, and the head ER doctor, Katie --Pidge, and even the unit chief Kolivan.

But they Do Not Bicker with Allura or Shiro. They both know each other's crushes are miles wide, and when Allura presses an oxygen mask to Lance's nose or Shiro helps Keith wipe the soot off his face... Well. That's a line they don't cross with each other.

Hunk seems to be routing their truck and Ambulance number 1A to the same scenes with increasing frequency. Pidge hums and sticks Keith and Shiro in the same tiny curtained off area after a particularly bad run. The two first responders sit there in the makeshift room. Shiro's entire arm is covered in severe burns. Keith can hardly breath he's inhales so much smoke after putting his own mask on a little girl. He'd passed her to Shiro. His suit was on fire. And dropped to the ground. He wanted to know what happened to her... He had inferred that Shiro's burns were from pulling off his thick jacket Shiro's hand found Keith's in the space between them.

"Kogane...? Right?" "Yeah," he rasps, pulling up the mask just enough so he isn’t so muffled. "We've been going on calls together for what... Three years now?" Keith grunted again, pulling the mask Pidge has fastened around his face up for another moment. "Somethin' like that I think." "Can I buy you a drink?" Keith barked harsh laugher that dissolved into coughing. "Yeah. Yeah you can." "Im Takashi Shirogane, but everyone calls me Shiro." "Keith." Pidge bustled in with a breathing treatment for Keith and a sleeve of blue goo for Shiro. "Goes on your arm. You're gonna be off duty for a minute. Can't take this shit off," she warned, adjusting some settings on the band that kept it in place just below his bicep. "You two good?" They both nodded. "Cool. Soon as beds open up you're being admitted, but I suggest getting comfy. The morons upstairs have no hurry in them." She furiously riffled through a stack of papers. Keith flopped onto his side on the hospital bed. "Tell Lance to feed Red?" "You room together, I'm sure he will feed your needy cat." She didn't look up from the charts. "Shiro, I'm gonna start you in antibiotics, sit tight." She didn't bother with anything more than a vaguely dismissive wave as she left. "You mind?" Keith shook his head, yawning widely as Shiro settled behind him Keith felt him fidgeting awkwardly as he succumbed to the colorful dreams that too much oxygen gave him. He reached back and tugged gently at the silicone and gel sleeved arm and pulled it around him. "We saved her. That's what matters." He whispered.

-o-

A drink was set in front of Keith and the bartender nodded towards the end of the bar. "Gentleman sends his compliments." Oh. At the end of the bar sat Shiro. He waved and gave Keith a friendly smile before getting up and coming around to stand next to his seat. "Thanks!" Keith shouted over the music in the noisy club. "I did ask if I could when we were at the hospital last month." Shiro leaned in close so he didn't have to yell. "Didn't think I'd see you here. You don't seem like the type." Keith snorted and jerked his thumb towards the dance floor. "Lance and Hunk. And I could say the same to you." "Allura's idea, but they can be fun. Do you want to want to get out of here?" Keith held up his drink and grinned lopsidedly. "Gotta finish this first. Cute guy bought it for me." "Really?" "Yeah, I was actually hoping he'd come ask me to dance..." Keith hid his grin behind the drink. Shiro laughed at that and casually draped an arm around his waist. "I'd love to dance."

-o-

Keith had had his fair of one night stands but watching Shiro sleep, his arms curled tightly around his waist and his hair adorably mussed on the pillow, he really hoped Shiro wasn't going to be one of them. They'd danced at the bar, and he wished now he'd drank more so he didn't have to remember the way he'd moved his hips brazenly against Shiro's. Shiro had ran searing kisses from his mouth to his chest and he'd threatened to pick up the larger man and carry him out if he didn't take him home soon. He remembered Shiro telling him there was no way he could pick him up, but pulled him out of the bar. When they stumbled into the apartment Keith had taken Shiro up on the dare and pinned him against the wall, bringing his legs around his waist and holding him off the floor while they kissed. Shiro was quick to tell him how hot that was. To which Keith had made an embarrassingly bad joke about being a firefighter. He groaned and turned his face into the pillow. He hated drunk Keith. Drunk Keith was such a slut. Why couldn't he be like drunk Lance and order his sober self really nice face creams or something? "Morning Baby..." Shiro mumbled and a kiss was pressed to his hair "Hey." He slowly looked up. "So that was a pretty great night..." Keith blushed, all his bravado gone with the alcohol. Shiro nestled him closer, fingers trailing lightly up and down his back. "Unless you didn't think so. Then we can just forget it happened and I can take you out on a date first next time...?" "No, I uh..." "That bad?" Shiro looked completely guilty. "Oh fuck. No. No, I meant I don't want to forget. It was really great..." Keith could feel his face burning. Shiro looked at him, clearly confused. Probably trying to reconcile the straightforward work Keith with slutty drunk Keith with shy naked Keith. God he was such a loser.

Shiro kissed him instead of actually responding, pulling Keith under him and pinning him solidly between Shiro's larger body and the mattress. Shiro rocked his hips against Keith’s. Keith eased his legs apart, giving Shiro the permission he was asking. He broke the kiss, leaning down to Keith's ear. "I'm so glad I didn't fuck that up as thought I did... But I do really still want to take you on a date... If that's all right." He rolled his hips as he spoke, and Keith tipped his head back in a relaxed groan of appreciation. So not a one night fling. And Shiro though HE had been the one to mess up last night. This stupid precious boy was going to wreck him. Preferably sooner rather than later.

#the alt title is cant stand the heat get in the keith #because i am THE WORST #sheith #sheith au #sheith parade #voltron fic #voltron au

[mentnonricap1977-blog]

Usernames of non public figures (those who are NOT BGs, brand owners and reps, other influencers and social media personalities, or celebrities) must be obscured in screenshots. I doubt they take it so seriously and to heart, they raised him and helped him become who he is today, and now he's old enough and has a large enough following and position where he's able to utilize his idols that he personally might actually view as a parental figure in this part of his life because it's lot like his parents are able to teach him about these things. The commenters on this shitty sub really wanna take the high and mighty at EVERY single given point, but when a teenage boy posts on his instagram that he met celebrities and is understandably excited, you grown ass ADULTS are making comments about how he's annoying, pathetic, attention seeking, ugly, whatever other nasty insult you can think of. She picked colors, named them, and handled their online marketing. She probably had 의왕출장안마 an owner's share of common stock. Some customers are just entitled assholes and there nothing you can do about it. So yeah, it sucks all around. Do what you can. If you don like the game or the business practices then as many people have said, vote with your wallet and leave. Sometimes Superdrug gives me 10% off a category and I chuckle. I do like some of their own skincare, though. The most common "good" sale I seen is B2G1 across the board. The old myth that rescued animals are automatically a lot of work is just that a myth. There are millions of homeless animals year after year, and thousands and thousands of those animals came from loving homes that just didn't have the means to keep them any longer or the pets are just good natured by heart. I've seen so so many pups that come from horrible neglect and abuse that are happier and more grateful for human attention that any dog from a breeder that I've ever met.. You'll also want to ask friends about their bad experiences as well as the good. Is there anything they wish they'd known before starting the process? However, be careful if a friend recommends his or her relative, or if your own relative asks for the job. If you're not confident in someone's work, beg off as politely as you can instead of being pressured into an expensive mistake. I also found reviews that showed at least 4 stars for him but his website wasn't super lavish so I wasn't sure (us and technology. We expect to see so much online.). After I met with him, I felt 100% confident and comfortable with him doing it. If there's only a small number of people that like that truck, I guess we'll make a more conventional truck in the future. But it's the thing that I am personally most fired up about. It's gonna have a lot of titanium.". The silent majority is a play on the "moral majority" that was created by evangelical conservative Christians like Jerry Falwell. They were never moral, nor were they ever the majority. It was all self righteous propaganda to get religious people to support conservative Republicans. When they first get to the Cloud City, they are met with hostility and 의왕출장안마 are almost shot down before they are allowed to land. Leia has no reason to trust Lando. The only thing she can form an opinion from is the way Han and Lando interact with each other.

[beaniegara]

11 Questions

tagged both by @yaboybergara​ and @ricky-goldsworth​ which is great because that gives me 22 questions mwahhahaha thank you folks!! <3 

RULES

1. always post the rules

2. answer the questions given by the person who tagged you

3. write 11 questions of your own

4. tag 11 people you want to get to know better (or however many you want)

now, see, I don’t know what to ask........ so I’m gonna be a little shit and tag folks to pick 11 of these 22 questions and answer them too. nini and gray pls don’t sue me for reusing your questions, thank fdgkfndgfdsk I’m tagging @kaylotta, @queerunsolved, @haunted-gays, @thatmademadej, and @i-am-ghost-proof-baby <3 if yall wanna do it, of course. no pressure.

this is incredibly long (and uncomfortably honest). let’s go lesbians let’s go

first, nini’s questions:

1. How many pets have you had in your life?

one. I’ve always wanted them but my mom and I have always lived in tiny apartments and had no way to care for a pet so it wasn’t until I was 17 that we adopted a kitten!! his name was merlin and he was the laziest, moodiest lil ball of fluff I’ve ever met. I.. had to give him away a year later because we moved to a place even smaller that wouldn’t allow pets so long story short I’m scarred for life and don’t think I can ever take any more pets without feeling guilty to my bone 

this is merlin btw I love him with all my heart and he now lives in a farm. as far as I know anyway.. :(

2. Do you believe in destiny? Why?

mmm interesting question. weird, metaphysical theories aside, I don’t believe anything is set in stone per se, but I do believe that some things are just... meant to be? in a way? for example, you can’t tell me ryan and shane weren’t meant to be friends and find each other in such an unlikely place as they did. one of my mottos, completely stripped from context because it’s from a rather pretentious tv show, is “the universe is rarely so lazy”. meaning that good things happen for a reason, and that you trailed that path for that to happen. yknow what I’m saying? I can’t really explain this without writing a 10 page essay because that’s just how my gemini ass thinks 

3. If you could chose one person on the great beyond, would you take the chance to talk to them? 

you mean someone who has passed away? oh yeah, I would talk to my grandmother. she was raising me and died when she was 4 and that changed not only my entirely life but our whole extended family dynamic... so many questions.

4. From all your hobbies, which one would you love to make a living of?

oh man, writing. I’ve been dreaming of being a writer ever since I was 9 or something. never panned out but that would certainly be the dream. if I could work with videos, subtitling, tv shows, cinema etc that would also be dope as hell!

5. What’s your favorite color palette to wear?

fkgjfsdgiusfdksd I have no fashion sense whatsoever, idk? I do like to wear dark clothes (because weight..) and reds (because pale).

6. What’s your opinion on queerbaiting?

I don’t have the time for it. for starters, it’s something that usually comes from people with very poor writing skills that can’t come up with plots interesting enough to keep viewers/readers hooked in. that already says something. no offense to anyone who is a fan of shows like these, but when it’s mostly written by white men I just don’t have any high hopes for it. you can ask flavs what my reaction was like when I realized the character I had headcanon’ed as wlw in hannibal was actually a wlw. I couldn’t believe it, because what???? since when does that happen, especially in a show run by a white man??? kjdfghsjgd 

I think this is part of a bigger conversation but my point is, don’t fall for it. I know it’s all part of the fight for representation, asking big names to produce big shows with lgbtq+ characters in it and so on, but for the love of god, watch something else too!!!! let GOT rot and die!!!!!!!!! look up different, smaller, cheaper shows, that’s where you find lgbtq+ content creators!!!!!! there’s so many wlw webseries out there, you wouldn’t believe it. you have a choice. don’t give any more of your time and love and word-of-mouth to shows/movies that clearly have no interest in being more diverse. they don’t deserve you. 

and that’s not to say any of it is on us. quite on the contrary, they’re using us. but aside from calling out their bullshit, we do have a chance to boost lgbtq+ content creators. don’t let them fool you into thinking they’re doing you any favors, or that they’re our last chance so we should be paying attention to what they’re doing/saying. fuck them!!!! you can’t queerbait me because I don’t trust you or give you the chance to do it. and you can shove your very straight, very white shows where the sun doesn’t shine, @ hollywood.  

7. Is there a language you would love to speak?

french and korean, mostly. I can understand a little bit of both, but I really wish I was fluent :( oh, will to live and learn, where art thou...

8. Do you have, like, a dream so wild you think it’s impossible?

kjgnsfdkjhjjs having enough money to support myself and my mother??? I don’t have any big, wild dreams, I think. just.......... living comfortably would be a+  

9. How many AUs of your own life do you have in your head?

oh man. I keep thinking about living somewhere in idk iceland or scotland just like... tending goats or something. that’s the most comfortable version of myself I can think of.

I also like to imagine if I could handle being a film director, because that sounds like fun. maybe a screenwriter? anything creative in films, really. 

there’s also the unattainable dream of having a wife and idk maybe adopting a kid? and we’d just. support each other. and love each other. and that’s just. I. [cries]

I like to think how things would be if I were actually hot and not socially awkward.. I’d be someone completely different, basically lol 

10. If you were to meet your younger self, do you think they would think you cool or not?

oh god, younger me would hate present me D: I had such high hopes for myself, I had lots of dreams lol never in a million years did I think I’d be where I am today...

11. Not a question, but please add something postive about yourself, something that you love about you.

IDJFSSIODUGSDFKGDSJ IT’S LIKE YOU KNEW I’D BE A NEGATIVE FUCK, NINI. I................................ I like that I have an easy time with languages? or with classes in general. I like to learn from people, I’m just really unmotivated to leave the house lol 

now onto gray’s q’s:

1. What’s your favourite music video of all time?

straight-up impossible questions right out of the gate huh I SEE YOU, GRAY. I SEE YOU kjdfgjfsdhgkdsjfs

I’ll have to go with a few,

“prototype” by viktoria modesta is just GORGEOUS. I can’t get over this video & song and it’s been years.

“jackpot” by block b looks creepy as shit but the context makes it such a clever yet fun video. take into account that these guys were screwed over by the kpop company that created the group, and that the lyrics talk about hitting jackpot in an industry that’s savage to say the least. to me this video is a visual representation of what a dangerous trap entertainment companies are in the kpop industry, and it also ties in with the groups’ story of being made into dolls by a company and then telling them to fuck off in the end lol 

“treat me like your mother” by the dead weather. I don’t know why I just love it. (cw: gun violence)

“emperor’s new clothes” by panic! at the disco. I MEAN, LOOK AT IT.

“manyo maash” by puer kim. I just love the aesthetic?

honorable mention: “tick tick boom” by the hives because that’s a banger. ba dum tssss.

2. What’s a favourite memory of yours?

I have plenty of good memories, thank god. I think one of my favorites is just hanging out with my friends in 2008-9; one of their older brothers was driving us around town, we were listening to the white stripes at full volume, singing along, all sitting pressed up close together in his shitty car. man, my teenage years would’ve been fantastic if I had stayed there with them!! 

3. Do you play video games? If so, which one’s your favourite?

I DO!!! I mean, not as much as I’d like because a) no money to spare on games/consoles, and b) I suck at basically everything. but I’m obsessed with paladins these days, and I’m also a big fan of LOTRO. I like horror games--mostly the resident evil and silent hill type--and fps. I grew up playing some tomb raider, medal of honor, resident evil... oh, those were the days. 

4. How did you first get into [your fandom of choice]?

with bfu it was that kind of thing where I’d see a meme or two cross my dash and it was always this ridiculous screenshot, or those “that’s it, that’s the show” kinda things with dozens of thousands of notes... until one day I was incredibly anxious, and I needed to watch something or I’d never finish the assignments I had for college. so I just thought “oh hey I should check out that unsolved thing people like so much, it’s buzzfeed so it’s probably good bg noise to work with” lol and it did work, and I did finish my assignments, and that means that I first watched the show barely paying any attention to it because I was busy doing something else. but ryan’s and shane’s voices helped me relax and to this day they still help a lot with my anxiety, to the point that I need to keep coming back every minute or so during episodes because I get distracted just listening to their voices and not absorbing a word lol

5. How did you first get into fandom in general?

uhh.. well, I was a big “pottermaniac” (that’s how I called it) since I was 9, but that was before I realized fandom was a Thing on the internet too. I remember when I was maybe 10 or 11, I entered a chatroom (god, those were wild) just in time to see someone saying in all caps HARRY POTTER IS GREAT AND YOU’RE ALL DUMB FOR NOT SEEING IT or something fkdsjgfdugfsdk and it was this girl using the nickname fawkes. she was older than me, I think that 15 or something, and we exchanged addresses (!!! how am I alive!!!) and were pen pals for a while. but it took me so fucking long to actually find the fandom online that I think my first brush with it was with the arctic monkeys forum I found online in 2008, where I mistakenly said I liked “the muse” and people laughed at me so I never went back to it lol then in 2010 I found out about kpop and that’s when I really dived head-first into fandom life. took me long enough (tbf I was very against the notion of being a “fan” because I was an idiot).

6. What’s at the top of your bucket list?

great fucking question. no idea. I guess.. traveling overseas? if we’re talking wild, distant things. but closer to my reality, getting a job that pays me at least the minimum wage disjgdfgkfsdk #fuckinternships

7. What’s something not many people know about you?

I love dancing and miss it like hell.

8. What’s your favourite medium for storytelling - movie, book, television, musical, comic, internet video, video game, something else? Why that medium?

ohhhhhhh this is an interesting question. as much as I love writing, and think that’s one of the best things we humans have ever come up with, I do love.. musicals? not necessarily theater--although that’s great and I’d sell my soul to see chicago live--but I love the idea of telling stories through music. I really wish we could bring back the custom of telling stories orally, and through music, and that we could as society agree that collective singing is beautiful and should be reintroduced in our day-to-day lives. sure listening to (1) artist singing is great but hAVE YOU TRIED SINGING ALONG DURING A CONCERT WHERE EVERYONE ELSE IS SINGING TOO? best fucking feeling in the world. 

we had two bands in brazil, in different periods of time, that were so incredibly famous they’re still cornerstones in our music history. one was legião urbana, some folk-ey rock band that had a couple of songs telling these really long stories that I LOVE with all my heart. faroeste caboclo is our bohemian rhapsody, most people my age or older know the lyrics to it. and mamonas assassinas was this comical (?) rock band that sang dumb, fun songs that usually told stories too and that was the best. I miss that kinda thing. 

9. What’s your favourite food?

red meat, mainly churrasco. but I also can’t live without chocolate milk AND the whopper. capitalism has me by the stomach.

10. Do you have a joke to share?

fjgfsdgskfdgfsk I don’t.. it’s been so long since I last tried telling a joke, I don’t think I know any?

11. What song/artist helped you through your struggles?

pitty has been a big part of my life for some 14-odd years now. “be ok” by ingrid michaelson and “starlight” by muse were my anthems when depression hit hard during my teenage years. the white stripes has also been a constant, with gems like “blue orchid” and “a martyr for my love for you” turning into sort of theme songs for certain parts of my life. choi sam helped me through college. and even though they were a huge disappointment to the point that I stopped listening to them altogether, block b gave me a good 4 or 5 years of distraction from life.

#not bfu #long post #txt #i hope to god the read more works #bc this is long as shitfuck

[madqueenalanna]

Supposed to Be Worth It

Word count: 1,095 Prompt: from @lostlegendaerie: “Texas after leaving Alpha behind on Invention”. I know you said York in the BG but he crept up on me Warnings: none Summary: Tex and York come to terms with failing to save people who didn’t want to be saved.

“I want to see him,” York said softly.

It had been a long hard escape from the Mother and York had spent most of that night shaking, sleepless, failing to process everything they’d lost. Tex considered telling him to sleep or to eat but he’d just say she should do the same and since she couldn’t, he wouldn’t. York had a golden heart to match all that golden armor but just like metal he was implacably stubborn sometimes.

It was only a matter of time before he asked what the plan was. There was no plan. Tex did not know how to say that there was no plan. She rented them a motel room for the foreseeable future but that was because she knew how to word a good threat; they had no money and she had no idea how to earn more. Strictly speaking she had never lived outside the army.

York had stripped out of about half of his armor, just the top half, his helmet and bracers and chest plate in a loose pile in the corner and his bodysuit rolled down to his waist. There was a nasty bruise just below his heart and occasionally he would brush his fingers across it absentmindedly, so gently that Tex didn’t have to ask where he got it.

So they had a room, and they had a sleepless night, and they had an aching loneliness that they could recognize in each other but had no way of mitigating. It was near sunrise and Tex sat on her bed, unable to gauge its softness, one knee drawn up, staring into middle distance; York sat on his bed, unable to appreciate its softness, both feet planted firmly on the floor, staring at her.

“Tex,” he said. “Tex, please, I want…”

She considered continuing to ignore him but he called her by the name she liked. He knew what she was and who she was supposed to be, he’d seen the files, and he didn’t call her Allison or Beta or even the full Texas. She liked Tex, the same way no one ever called him New York. He called her by the name she liked so she gave him the honest answer he would not want to hear.

“I don’t have him.”

The two of them let that hang out there. Were they alone? Tex had pulled Omega, didn’t know if she’d ever put him back in, but was Delta listening, cataloguing? She believed York that Delta could be trusted, that he was more like York than the Director. He’d better be right.

“You don’t have him,” York repeated. In the dimness his scars looked black and his eyes caught what little light there was, like a cat. He wasn’t looking at her, he was looking past her, or maybe it was just middle distance for him too. “All of that for nothing.”

“It wasn’t for nothing–”

“She kicked me up an elevator shaft!”

He didn’t say who she was, didn’t say her name at all since they’d left, wouldn’t say her name until after they’d parted ways, but she didn’t bother asking. “It wasn’t easy for me either!”

“I don’t know what happened to North, to Wash, to– I might never know. I risked it all for this, to buy you time to get nothing!”

“York,” she said firmly, like a mother disciplining an unreasonable child. “You think I didn’t try? You think I didn’t want to? You think it didn’t mean anything to me?”

Alpha was a part of her more surely than any of the dead woman’s memories she’d been programmed with. Alpha was not exactly father or creator but definitely progenitor, and Agent Texas cleaved to no force in the universe and especially not a man’s will but everything she was had been Alpha’s, once.

She was not going to let that define her forever. If she had to develop a personality out of spite, to become something other than what the Director made her, more than an accident who made good, that’s what she was gonna do. York’s gold was all armor or metaphor; the immalleable parts of Tex were considerably more substantial.

And it was a kindness too, trying so hard to save something so broken–

I’m just… tired, I’m really tired.

After what they did to him–

You don’t know me?

God knows she tried–

Oh, I don’t think I can.

But she couldn’t force him to do anything else, not after–

Let’s just say we used to be together.

She had to be better, she had to be better, she had to be better–

Goodbye.

And she hated goodbyes, of course she did, always did, nothing good had ever come from–

I don’t know why, but…

Figures that York would have to lose his heart to the best of them. Figures Tex would be stuck leaving the kindest iteration of the very worst of them.

...Goodbye.

“You didn’t see him,” she said, as gently as she knew how. “You know… we both had to learn that you can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved.”

His eyes, his eyes were so bright, human eyes didn’t reflect light like that unless he was close to– She almost asked, almost considered how she was supposed to give comfort. No one hugs a tank. But the bad eye, the eye that was glossy white cataract, there was green in the refraction and maybe it was just some quality of the light from outside or her own helmet was processing the color incorrectly but she thought about what it truly mean to be implanted and said nothing instead.

“It was supposed to be worth it,” York whispered, carding a hand through his hair in what was usually a cocky gesture. It wasn’t that Tex looked at men like that– she didn’t have the emotional processes to look at anyone like that– but York had been one of the best, nearly unstoppable in armor with a rifle in hand. He was young, strong, good-looking, he had skin and hair and freckles and scars, he had tear ducts and blood vessels and bones she could crush to dust in one hand. York was the kind of soldier, the kind of man, nearly anyone would do well to imitate, but seeing color flush from his knuckles when he clenched his fists, seeing his teeth sink into his lower lip to keep it from quivering, Tex had never envied anyone less.

“Yeah,” she said, thinking about names. “It was all supposed to be worth it.”

#Red vs Blue #rvb angst war #Agent York #Agent Texas #fan fiction

[hxh-secretsanta-2017]

BG Paper Company (Office AU)

To:  @4kcu0

Note: MERRY CHRISTMAS!! I really don’t know if this is your wish. I was going to try and make a crack fic but it didn’t end up happening unfortunately. I hope you like it though!!!

Killua let out heavy breath, standing outside of a brown door with a golden platelet reading “BG Paper Company”. He really didn’t want to be here. Eighteen and he already had the distinct feeling that he’d landed a dead-end job- one he’d be stuck at for a very long time. He sighed again, opening the door-

“Good morning, Killua!” Gon said, beaming from the front desk. Killua felt himself smiling without his consent. Though, who could honestly not smile when Gon was around?

“Morning, Gon.” Killua said, resting his elbows on Gon’s messy desk- covered with various trinkets that, of course, was not needed. “You know, it’s a good thing they bumped you down. I think that you’re just bubbly enough to be an annoying secretary.”

“Killua, that’s not nice!” Gon pouted, letting out a small whine. Killua laughed, flicking the male’s forehead before walking over to his desk.

“Oh, come on. Don’t be bitter just because I took your job. You were pretty bad at it from what Leorio said.” Killua said, snickering as he turned on his computer. He didn’t need to look at Gon to know that he was still pouting like a little kid.

“That’s not true! I was very- Ah! Good morning, Leorio!” Gon started to argue, only to put his usual grin on as the taller man walked through the door and straight to his desk- right next to Killua’s.

“You are seriously a freak of nature for being so happy so early.” Leorio growled, dropping his stuff down and turning on his computer- Well, trying to turn it on. “Why won’t this damn thing start up?”

“Did you try turning off and on again?” Killua said, trying desperately not to start giggling. He could hear Gon struggling too, picking up the phone that had started ringing.

“BG Paper Company. This is Gon. How may I help you?” Gon said in a cheery voice, though his eyes kept flickering over to watch the scene taking place.

“Yes, I’ve tried- You little brat! How would that even make any sense? The problem is I can’t turn it on!” Leorio snapped at Killua.

“Okay but, like, here me out. Have you tried ctrl+alt+del?” Killua said, pulling up a spreadsheet on his own computer. He heard Gon choke on a laugh and apologize profusely to whoever he was talking to on the phone.

“Killua!” Leorio glared at the teenager, “What the hell did you do?”

“Alright, I’m here to help. What do you need?” Killua shifted so that he was giving Leorio his undivided attention, “Have you looked for the power cord?”

“The power-” Leorio mumbled, looking down and noticing the cord wasn’t plugged into the outlet or his computer. “Listen here, you shit. What did you do with-”

“I think I saw it in the freezer. You should keep a tighter leash on that thing so it won’t run away again.” Killua looked back at his computer, trying to hide his grin.

Leorio opened his mouth to curse at the teen again before simply scowling and stomping off toward the break room to retrieve his frozen cord, leaving a snickering Killua and Gon behind.

-

Killua leaned against the counter in the breakroom, waiting for his sandwich to finish heating up in the microwave. Gon already sat at the table, munching away at his own sandwich. Killua yelped, feeling an arm wrap around his shoulder.

“Hello, my favorite little fruits. Having a productive day?” a man said, looking from one boy to the other with a pleasant smile on his face. Killua shuddered pulling away abruptly when the microwave stopped.

“Watch yourself, Mr. Morow, or I’ll file sexual harassment.” Killua warned, taking his sandwich to the table, sitting close to Gon to keep the older man from bothering him.

“How many times have I told you to call me Hisoka? No need to be so formal. We’re all friends here.” Hisoka pouted, putting a lollipop in his mouth and sitting across from the two teens.

“You’re out boss, not our friend, Mr. Morow.” Killua said, sneering as he took a bite. Gon frowned.

“That’s not very nice, Killua. We’re friends, aren’t we? What’s wrong with Hisoka wanting to be our friend?” The brown haired boy asked with a disapproving frown.

“Because he’s our boss, Gon. It’s not appropriate.” Killua said, his patience wearing thin. Really, why did he work here again?

“But why wouldn’t it be-”

“Because he’s our employer! He’s in charge of our paycheck and-”

“Boys!” Killua and Gon stopped bickering, looking at their boss expectantly. He was looking at them with an unamused expression. “I didn’t come here just to chat. I actually need a favor from the two of you.”

“A favor?” Both boys said simultaneously, Killua with a look of suspicion and Gon with a look of innocent curiosity.

“Yes, Kurapika informed me that we have someone from corporate coming to check in on us this afternoon. Killua, you’re our top seller, and Gon, your our office’s shining face. I need the two of you to make the best impression. Our branch’s reputation hinges on this. What do you say? I’ll make it worth your while.” Hisoka looked from one to the other, a sickeningly sweet smile on his lips as he licked his lollipop.

“No offense, but if your entire branch hinges on two eighteen-year-olds, you have serious management issues.” Killua said, giving Hisoka a dumbfounded look. Gon glared at his friend before offering an optimistic grin to his boss.

“Don’t worry, Hisoka! Killua and I will make sure you get good marks! They’re going to think you’re doing a great job!” Gon cheered, earning a relieved smile from Hisoka and a facepalm from Killua.

-

It happened in a matter of seconds. Who knew that was all it took for all hell to break loose in Killua’s boring dead-end job. His safe job that was no longer safe. Because at 1:45pm, Illumi Zoldyck, the supposed new CFO of BG Paper Company, walked through the door.

Killua was sitting at his desk, answering calls when an instant message from Gon popped up on the screen. He looked over at the grinning boy, raising an eyebrow, before opening the message

Gon: Do you think the CEFO guy is gonna be here soon?

Killua rolled his eyes, letting out a quiet laugh.

Killua: CFO, dummy. And yeah, if he’s coming to evaluate before the day’s over.

The receptionist huffed, no doubt at the “dummy” crack, before Killua got another message.

Gon: How should I greet him? What should I call him? Sir?

Killua: Well considering we don’t even know the guy’s name and he’s you’re superior….

Gon: So “sir” works? I just really wanna make a good impression, you know?

Killua: Yeah, you wouldn’t want to get demoted…again…. ;)

Gon huffed loudly this time and never responded, much to Killua’s amusement. So for the time being, he’d get back to work. A few minutes later it happened, though.

Gon saw him first: A tall pale male, maybe a little younger than Mr. Morow,  with long black hair and black blank eyes that seemed to stare into your soul. Illumi Zoldyck.

“Good afternoon, sir! Welcome to BG Paper Company! My name is Gon, how may I help you?” Gon chirped, putting his best smile on. Killua still hadn’t seen the man, only rolling his eyes at how exuberant his friend was.

“Tell Hisoka that Illumi’s here to see him.” A monotone voice responded, rounding the corner.

The color drained from Killua’s face and he was under his desk in a matter of seconds, sending his wheeled chair sliding across the room. The office became quiet and all the cowering boy heard was the sound of Mr. Morow’s door opening and the sound of footsteps stopping right by his desk before Illumi bent to look under the desk with curiosity seeping through those normally emotionless eyes.

“Kil? What are you doing down there?”

-

“Would someone please explain to me what’s going on here?” Kurapika, the office’s HR rep, looked from Illumi, to Killua, to Hisoka, and back to Killua as they sat in the conference room. The older men didn’t look bothered by this situation in the least but Killua looked torn between cowering under the table and slamming his face down on the hard surface.

“Kil’s my brother. I heard that he was looking for the job so I told Hisoka to hire him. I don’t see the problem here.” Illumi explained with a shrug. Killua gaped at the older men before glaring at his boss.

“When you promised me candy for kissing the CFO’s ass, you never said it was my brother!” Killua groaned. Kurapika’s eyes widened.

“You bribed an employee? Hisoka that’s extremely frowned upon-” Kurapika started, scolding the man before Hisoka waved him off.

“It wasn’t bribing. It was simply… added incentive. And you can’t argue with the results.” Hisoka said casually, handing a candy bar to Killua- who took it greedily so he could drown his sorrows in chocolate.

“And what results, pray tell, are you referring to? Hiding under a desk because you weren’t upfront with him and bribed him-” Kurapika started only to be cut off, again, by Hisoka.

“Well, none of that matters now. Since we’re all here, we don’t we just have a little chat. I know! How about we go out to lunch?” Hisoka suggested with a pleasant smile. Killua’s eyebrow twitched.

“I literally just had lunch with Gon. You were there, Hisoka.” Killua said deadpanned, leaning back away from Hisoka when the older man gave him a bright grin.

“You called me Hisoka instead of Mr. Morow! I think this calls for a celebration-”

“No! Illumi, make him stop!” Killua groaned, yelping when his older brother wrapped and arm around his shoulder.

“Now, now, Hisoka. I can’t have you upsetting Kil. And I don’t approve of bribery either.” Illumi reprimanded. Hisoka offered a little pout.

“Awh, but, Illu… I just wanted to make sure that he was nice to you.”

“I think Killua should be getting back to work now-” Kurapika started, causing Hisoka to frown at him.

“What are you still doing here?”

-

Gon sat on Killua’s desk, listening eagerly as his friend recounted everything that went on in the conference room. Killua, on the other hand, just wanted to turn in his resignation and fall in a ditch somewhere.

“So your brother’s the CFO? Woah, that’s really cool!” Gon praised, an awestruck look on his face. Leorio scowled at his own desk.

“No wonder a rat like you managed to land a job here.” The older man muttered, glaring at Killua.

“Hey, don’t be rude just because you’re jealous.” Killua grinned with a laugh at how progressively angry Leorio was getting.

“I’m not jealous of a runt like you. I just don’t think it’s fair that all of us have to work to succeed and you don’t.” Leorio said, seething.

“Fine, then you can have my brother instead.” Killua snapped.

Gon got up to answer a phone call while the two were arguing and printed out some document before walking into Hisoka’s office. He was only in there a split second before he quickly backed out and slammed the door shut behind him with his eyes wide. Leorio and Killua stopped arguing to stare at the seemingly traumatized boy.

“Kid? You alright there?” Leorio asked, looking a little concerned. Gon looked in a daze before abruptly turning and walking toward the back cubicles. Killua looked at Leorio before dashing after his friend.

“Gon! What the hell? What happened in there?” He grabbed the shaken up boy’s arm, forcing him to look at him.

“Um…” Gon’s face slowly started turning red, “I…I saw your brother and Hisoka….doing grown-up things…”

“Grown-up…Oh, God…kill me now…”

#hxh #hunter x hunter #fanfic #killua zoldyck #leorio #gon freccs #illumi #hisoka #hisoillu #submission