#also to anyone complaining how this is using fuse

[chongoblog]

New tech dropping for the No Zonai Device Run

#totk spoilers #funniest part is that I still didnt make it to the thing #but thats because I used a weaker bow #also to anyone complaining how this is using fuse #it works for throwing as well #also i could technically get there by just getting two platforms and alternating #this is just way cooler

[keulixeutin]

Hard, Harder, Hardest

a/n: hi.

summary: during a hero panel, bakugou thinks about how he can’t help but orbit you and obey.  bakugou x fem!reader.  

cw: suggestive. 18+.  no pronouns used, but fem!reader in mind while writing + mention of female anatomy; also, reader wears lots and lots of pencil skirts.  bakugou pining after you and imagining the nasty.  sub!bakugou and dom!reader vibes (at least, i tried anyways lmao).  reader wears glasses.

word count: 2,183.

Despite the nonchalant way Bakugou was leaning back in the chair, anyone could see he was stiff and irritable: he was scowling and rigid, the curve of his back not quite following the curve of his seat.

He couldn’t help it though.  He was supremely uncomfortable.  He hated this shit, hated being on the stage, following some stupid itinerary, dealing with stupid activities and games to get people to see the “softer” side of him.  What the hell did people need that for?  Wasn’t it enough for him to do his job, protect the city, beat down the shitty villains, and be the fucking best?  Number two hero or not, he didn’t sign up for this stupid celebrity shit.  They could write a slew of articles complaining and criticizing him, but he hated sitting around in the spotlight.

You, his personal assistant, fucking knew this, yet you still, behind his fucking back, worked with his PR team (and that fucking Shitty Hair Hero) to accept the Hero Convention invite and add it onto his schedule (his schedule that you knew he didn’t look at because he trusted you to be good at your job)—and then to not even to tell him until ten minutes before he was supposed to get ready for it?  He had been fuming.

Bakugou’s leg shook underneath the table impatiently and irritably.  A woman dressed in a maid outfit with home-made Hawks wings stepped to the microphone and asked Round Cheeks about her martial arts usage in battles.  The next fan, someone with blue scales scattering across their face and arms, asked a question to a sidekick three seats away whose name Bakugou didn’t know and didn’t care to know.  Internally, he was pleased with this current line of questioning.  As long as no one addressed him, he could sit and pass the time with an annoyed glare until this whole thing was fucking done.

But, obviously, the universe loved dashing his hopes.  The next person that stepped up to the microphone was cosplaying an older version of the Dynamight costume, which was ego-boosting and cool to see, of course, but that itself wasn’t enough to make any of this entertaining or interesting.

“This question is for Dynamight,” the fan began.  “What would you consider your hardest battle?  Also, I’m your, um, number one fan…!”

It was an easy question.

People wanted to know battle specifics, but his hardest fight?  To date?  Currently?  

Controlling his fucking raging hard-on whenever you with your stupid perfume and your mean laugh entered the room.

Bakugou hadn’t wanted a personal assistant.  Shitty Hair and Raccoon Eyes stubbornly pushed their agenda onto him whenever they noticed at the beginning of the year that he had been swiftly losing control over his wildly hectic schedule.  Between the patrol, the agency work, the hero work, and the unending meetings—all just the tip of the iceberg—he had been struggling to find any time for himself, personally and professionally.  Despite his violent vehemence, Shitty Hair and Raccoon Eyes still strong-armed him by nagging him until they were red in the face and accepting applications on his behalf, narrowing it down to a set of five that he was to choose from.

He had picked you because you looked meek in your photo and you were soft-spoken in the interview; he figured that you’d run off after being on the end of his short fuse for a week straight.

But, by the end of that week, with him having just yelled about the type of tupperware his food was packed in, you had very softly and very firmly told him to watch his fucking tone, or you’d make sure that the only time he sat down for the next six months was on stage in front of an interviewer and audience with a fiercely binding contract that ensured he couldn’t skip without heavy monetary punishment.

(“I have my ex-lawyer-boyfriend wrapped around my finger,” you had said, your voice deadly calm as though you were telling him you had started a new hobby and not threatening your boss, the number two hero.  “I will make sure there is so little wiggle room in that contract—every single Hero Convention from here to goddamn China will have you by the balls for the next six months in the strictest legalese.  Do you understand me?”

He couldn’t lie—he was shocked into silence by how fucking hot that was, how fucking hot you were, wearing the tightest pencil skirt, shifting your metal glasses while you threatened him.

“Now eat your rice.  The leeks, too, please.”)

He couldn’t explain it.  Ever since then, things were—different.  He was hyper aware of you, of how far away or how close you stood near him, of how you were usually in some sort of skirt; his eyes were glued to your backside, to the sneak peek of upper thigh every time you shifted in your seat, mind wandering to how it’d feel to have that thigh pressed against his neck and his face. He was suddenly obsessed with how you spoke, realizing he had mistaken your quiet for meekness, for submission. You were soft-spoken, yes, but there was a weight to your words, one that required obedience from those you were speaking to.  Now he could see that your smile sometimes curled at the corners into a sneer, and that your eyes were sharp, narrowing with a finality he found himself unable to ignore.

Fuck, he was even aware of how you smelled.  He often caught himself inhaling deeply as you passed by, trying to preserve the smell of your shampoo inside his chest.  Whenever you leaned over to show him something on his calendar, he had to fight the urge to press his nose into your hair, to bury his face into your neck where your veins pulsed with perfume. Once, you had left your jacket at his place after a long night of explaining and rearranging the weekend itinerary to ensure nothing would be amiss while you were out of town. He had fallen asleep with his face pressed into the fabric the entire weekend, your scent lulling him into the most comfortable and serene sleep of his life.

Things got even harder when you caught on.  Quick, too, two months in.  The skirts got shorter; your shirts were unbuttoned enough for a heated glance of cleavage; and he frequently found you in compromising positions, bending over his table to grab something instead of walking around, or dropping things at his feet requiring you to lean over to pick up.  It was hardest when you used this newfound power of yours to get him to do things he didn’t want to do—like attend interviews or take off-days.  In his frustration and confusion in the early days, he had once furiously asked if you had a quirk he didn’t know about, to which you laughed wildly in your eyes but coolly said no.

“Dynamight?”  The host pulled him from the memory that had began to take over Bakugou’s attention—the one where, after getting caught in a heavy downpour, you had graciously changed in front of him and cruelly wouldn’t let him touch.

Bakugou was about to respond that nothing had been hard because he was too fucking strong, but he made the mistake of glancing to you, standing off to the side with your phone against your ear.  You were good enough at your job that you were able to efficiently multitask, paying attention to both the conversation on the phone and the Hero Panel.  As if you could feel his intent, you gave him a hard stare, your fine eyebrow raising expectantly at him, almost daring him to put one toe out of line in this nationally broadcasted panel.

The look boiled his blood—and the heat went straight down south.

Yes, things had gotten extremely bad when you had realized your effect on him.  

He was grateful for the table.

Bakugou gave an answer about a villain whose name he couldn’t remember but whose shadow soldier-producing quirk had irritated him the entire fight, and then he ended the response with a muttered thanks to the fan.

He glanced back to you, another mistake—“Good boy,” you mouthed.

Fuck.  He bit back a groan.

There was a mean glint in your eye as you held his stare; it wasn’t a long one, but it was enough to create a heavy weight in the pit of his stomach; it was enough to make his heart stutter and jump.  You turned away first, breaking the eye contact to finish the conversation on the phone, yet it felt like he was the one who had caved.

The rest of the panel continued with Bakugou scowling at a spot on the table or the wall behind the audience, but he participated more than he had originally decided to.  He answered the questions directed at him and remarked offhandedly on other people’s answers whenever he felt like it, eliciting laughter from the fans and eye-rolls and playful arm smacks from Round Cheeks. 

At the end of the panel, the heroes had twenty minutes to decompress before the meet-and-greet. Bakugou and the others were ushered off the stage and back into the make-up room to relax.  After the make-up artist checked that nothing needed to be reapplied, you appeared with a phone against your ear still and a tote bag over your shoulder.

“I’ll check his calendar and get back to you,” you said.  “By the end of tomorrow at the latest.  He’s currently doing the Hero Panel, but if I can find a moment to check and confirm, I’ll let you know earlier.”  

You paused, listening to the person on the other side.  Bakugou took the moment to rake his eyes over your form.  Your pencil skirt stopped inches above your ankle, but there was a slit over your left leg that traveled up—up, up, and up—to your tantalizing thigh.  Your skin was creamy and smooth with lotion or oil.  Whenever you shifted your weight in irritation at something that was said, the fat of your thighs rippled in a way that had his mouth watering.

 “…As I said,” you continued, “Dynamight is currently occupied with the Hero Panel.  If I can grab a moment, I will check with him and his calendar, but I’ll be sure to give you an answer by the end of tomorrow.  Yes, of course.  Yes, you, too.”

Your voice was light and polite, but dry and firm.  You hung up, and then your attention was fucking finally on him.  

You pulled several plastic containers out of your tote bag and set it on the table in front of him.

“Don’t scarf it all down,” you advised.  “But eat a little.  Regain your energy and pick up your mood so you can meet the fans.”

“Not hungry,” he grumbled, wondering if he could convince you to let him rip the slit a little higher.

“Eat the fruits at least,” you said, moving the containers around until the smallest one was on top and opened, revealing grapes and cut apples and mangos. 

“You eaten yet?” he asked.

“No, but I’m fine,” you said, but you picked out a grape anyway.  His eyes honed in on the way your fingers push the fruit past your plump lips.

Bakugou swallowed, neck tense, heart hammering in his chest.  He didn’t know when the leash had tightened so heavily.

“What?” you asked, noticing his gaze.

“Nothing.”  He averted his eyes.

“Oh, I see,” you said, amused, and he found that he hated your tone and simultaneously ached for it.  “You want a reward for earlier, hm?”

He didn’t respond, but he didn’t need to.  Despite his attempt at disgruntled nonchalance, his body was obedient to your voice in a way he couldn’t physically deny or control, no matter how much he dug his nails into his palms or ground his teeth.  There was always a twitch and shift in your direction; there was always a fiery red on his cheeks; there was always the need to orbit and obey.

“You don’t get anything for properly answering a question the way you’re supposed to, Katsuki,” you remarked.  

“Tch.  Whatever,” he grunted, suppressing the involuntary shudder at his name on your lips.

“But if you do well today”—you plucked another grape and then pressed it against his mouth—“maybe you can get a reward later.”

You slid the grape into his mouth, fingers lingering at his lips in a scandalous way that journalists would kill to capture.

His body was buzzing at your words.  He couldn’t help but hoarsely ask, “What’s the reward?” 

“Whatever you want it to be,” you answered, smug as if you could read his thoughts, as if you knew he was imagining you suffocating him with your cunt and thighs, as if you knew that he hadn’t been able to help himself on stage, looking to you as though he would’ve said anything to hear good boy again.

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[tokillamockingbird427]

Random assorted Ghosts headcanons

Keegan has an intense affinity for chocolate milk. Man enjoys it so much he'd probably drink it with every meal and fill his water bottle with it if Elias didn't interfere. (Elias has caught him chugging from the jug once. It was like three am and Keegan was too tired to get a cup. It's his personal jug so no harm done, but Elias just... he can't deal with it. Cardinal sin.)

Speaking of Elias, man knows the "youngin" lingo and uses it just to dick with Hesh and Logan. Likes dropping "You're cringe." at random times just to see the his sons crumble like he verbally shot them.

On the other hand, Merrick knows the lingo, but doesn't understand how to use it. He's right like once a day with it and the splash effect from it is marvelous. (Calls Hesh cringe when Hesh complains that he's too nervous to ask out this chick he's been talking to and Logan laughs so hard he genuinely can't breathe for a few minutes.)

You know those little mini skateboard toys? Kick has a collection of those, and he's entirely too good at doing tricks with them. Hesh thinks it's so fucking cool (He likes skateboards.) but sucks at tricks. (Trains in secret to try and impress Kick.)

Logan carries a tablet on him 24/7 so he can type shit out for people who don't know ASL, but also because he has a sound effects board and likes dropping random vine booms in conversations. "Me and Kick were hanging out the other day an-" *Vine boom* "Logan I am gonna take that damn thing away from you so help me-" *VINE BOOM* "LOGAN!" He will also walk past people and do a lil fart noise, it's hilarious cus he does to to Merrick the most and it makes him so mad.

Cuter hc. Elias asked Logan what he wanted to be when he got older (When he was like seven.) and Logan answered "David!" (I am a big fat sucker for the whole "Logan looks up to Hesh more than anyone else." headcanon okay? They're so cute.)

Hesh and Logan doing dumb sibling shit like "Beating the everloving fuck" out of each other worries Merrick because he didn't have siblings, so he always has to ask Elias is he should interfere. Elias's #1 answer is always "When one of them starts crying." because he knows his kids are tough shit. (And also that they won't hurt each other on purpose.)

Logan and Keegan both have such intense sweet tooths that they can and will just eat straight sugar out of the bag if there isn't any candy or other sweets at their post. Elias keeps an emergency jar of candy... which is also just his personal stash so he doesn't have to share with the fiends.

Hesh Logan and Riley are literally inseparable. It's ridiculous. If for whatever reason one of them is actually separated from the others, it's probably for a genuinely bad reason. (They had a fight, one of them got hurt, one of them got lost, etc.)

Despite Riley being younger than Logan, they consider him the "Middle sibling." Logan is always "little brother" and Hesh is always "big brother" that way.

Logan and Hesh constantly steal each others clothes to the point where their wardrobes have just fused. They can't even remember what piece of clothing originally belonged to who. The sizing can clue them in, but also: Logan likes baggy clothes and Hesh likes fitted. So the mixup intensifies. They also just steal their dads stuff from time to time. Mainly hoodies. Irritates the shit out of Elias. (Not really.) Uses his lack of hoodies to bitch about the weather 24/7.

Riley leaves dog toys scattered all over the ghosts current post and there's always a little "easter egg hunt" when they're moving places because of it.

#call of duty #call of duty ghosts #cod ghosts #ghosts headcanons #keegan p russ #elias walker #thomas a merrick #kick (cod: g) #logan walker #david hesh walker #hesh walker #riley walker (dog)

[chad-enigma]

Jaime Reyes (+Khaji) Headcanons ↓

(Unless specified these are all based off Jaime from the 2006 issues)

Everything's under the cut to avoid clutter!

He has birthmarks. So many birthmarks. The most noticable ones are; two over his left brow, one under his bottom lip and another on his right eyelid. He has a lot more but their less prominent in comparison. They all come from Bianca who has just as many but they're in less obvious spots.

He has a bad habit of working in the dark because after so many complaints about the light bill Khaji just gives him night vision. Which has the consequence of others finding him working on essays in the pitch dark like a cryptic. His vision doesn't change much besides a slight green tint that the night vision adopts so he rarely notices the difference until someone points it out.

He gives the suit appendage (?) Fist bumps when they do a good job <3

Watched Naruto religiously as a kid and will drop lore bombs unprompted if anyone mentions the show (Paco is a constant victim)

Adjacent to this he also watched Digimon and prefers it to pokemon (this is mostly out of spite because Milagro would hog the TV to watch reruns and he'd miss his shows).

His hair gets longer after graduation. It just happens while he gets busy with college and this new chapter in life. Khaji suggests it give him a haircut but Jaime decides against it and keeps the hair just below the shoulder.

He and Khaji practice the body swap thing a lot more after life calms down. They don't have a system just yet. Khaji helps Jaime with cooking because despite Bianca trying her best, her son is still a clutz in the kitchen. The furthest Khaji has gone is taking control of their limbs to keep Jaime safe from mundane accidents.

He knows how to speak a little Japanese and German thanks to Khajis' help now! He figures the more he knows the better and practices in his free time.

Khaji burns his flannels at one point and sets a rule that Jaime can only wear flannel twice a week. His fashion sense isn't that great yet but he's trying <3

His taste buds have gotten used to bad foods. Only because of Khaji who's demanded the most atrocious combinations of ingredients during emergencies for the energy and he didn't have a choice but to down them.

Khaji clicks with Brenda a concerning amount and they scare Jaime a bit.

When they do both feel comfortable with taking/giving up control of their body, Khaji makes it a habit of tying up their hair in a half-up half-down style. It also has a habit of using eye make up (a habit it gained when it first landed in Egypt). Khaji replicates the products himself, since the prices are outrageous. + Brenda finds out and considers Khaji her make up dealer.

Since Khaji first fused with him–and since Khaji has made some 'adjustments'–Jaime has a tendency to sleep in weird positions. Face down planking with his arms hanging off the sofa, upper torso hung off the bed, twisted like a pretzel so his back muscles stretch. It scares whoever finds him like that the first time.

Jaime gets called mom a lot by any younger heros/vigilante as a joke (some of them mean it). He'd try rebutting them but he catches himself fretting over them and accepts his fate. (Alberto says he's a lot like Bianca in a lot of ways)

He figures out he's bi only after graduating. He doesn't do much with this information though; just collects a bunch of hero crushes over time. Khaji complains about him not getting laid yet and Milagro tries to set him up with the worst people she can find.

That's it for now! A lot of this is word dump based off of different ideas that have been filling my head for a while now. I hope it's coherent enough! More than willing to keep going if asked just hmu <3

#jaime reyes #Blue beetle #Khaji Da #headcanon #word vomit <3 #if you see any spelling errors no you didn't

[friendlyengie]

some short fuse and swordvan takes?

Im not immune to two giggly bitches in love and short fuse is one of the few tf2 ships i can confidently give that characterization to. I just think they both make each other a little louder, let each other loosen up a little more. Bonding over a mutual respect for science and their work ethics, but also being more loose with their work around each other. Because, hey, if theyre safe to not 100% secure their shit around anyone, its gonna be this guy, because he knows how important this shit is. Late nights spent bouncing ideas off of each other, arguing about uses and misuses of theories, sharing folktales of varying tones, these guys will not shut up.

Balancing each other out… Demo values his sleep, Engineer does Not, so having demo around means Engineer occasionally learns to fall asleep before 4 am if for no other reason than because Demo’s sprawled out somewhere in his workshop and wont stop complaining about the noise. Engineer’s got a bit more of a head on his shoulders and is good at getting Demo to chill out if he’s about to lose his mind over a plan thats not working out as intended. Good at talking him through alternative routes.

They balance each other out. They enable the hell out of each other. Both at once, it’s powerful. They’re powerful. Also their flirting game? Obnoxious. Horrendous. Scottish sap vs southern sweet-talker and anyone forced to sit by and listen to them is losing.

SWORDVAN i think i have less to say about. I think I enjoy what other people make of them more than i have any of my own thoughts. I love the idea of them being a “talks a lot” “loves to listen” type dynamic, with the added benefit of Demo being just as comfortable talking for hours about nothing as he is sitting in silence with Sniper. I just think demo’s a malleable guy, and sniper can appreciate that. He can indulge in a talkative partner that he cares for, but it feels good to have someone who can also indulge him in his quiet time.

Any swordvan thoughts i have could be interpreted in the direction of romantic or platonic i just think theyre a fun dynamic. Sillay with it and all that.

#tf2 #short fuse #asks #gay people real? Big if true

[electricbloodflow]

r/DID toxicity

A post of mine on r/DID got removed for "spreading misinformation." The misinformation? Someone asked what polyfragmentation was and I summarized the information on traumaanddissociation.net, meanwhile someone kept yelling at me that I was wrong because you can only be PF if you have their specific presentation with like ten different obscure things they have that are only seen in programming (which our system coincidentally had but I know many PF systems that don't,) which goes against the clinical literature wherein PF systems have been documented from cases without programming or OA and their structure is a bit different AND EQUALLY VALID, plus not everyone with an RAMCOA background splits and responds the same way even if they are PF.

I'm done. I'm not putting up with this "your system has to be exactly like mine or you're faking" mentality. Half the threads on that sub complain about people who have a different presentation than them and how that's faking.

Things that people on r/DID think mean someone is faking:

Having any fictive alters (uhm, Dr. Kluft has some published research that disagrees with you - fictive and factive alters are well documented!)

Blogging about intimate system details or alter lists. Because apparently having system pride and wanting to allow all of your alters to self-express is faking???

Anyone who overshares instead of being secretive about their disorder is faking, as if oversharing AND undersharing aren't both common trauma responses. People with florid presentations of DID are "role playing." Again, DID is secretive in many people, but in some it is not as well hidden, and in even more people - they feel safe at a certain point and start allowing themselves to openly represent themselves in some spaces - which is a part of their healing process. This is faking according to r/DID apparently.

Don't question fusion - anyone who sees their alters as more than just parts of a whole but as their own person or having their own soul is faking. You are not allowed to form your own opinions on your disorder and discuss them and how others see things. You have to have the exact same opinion as the majority of posters on the sub. Personally, I know the common clinical psychology line on it is that we are fragmented parts of one whole, but I question that because of the finding that alters have different default mode networks and can persist after memories have been shared. It's unclear by what neural mechanism they operate on in the first place. It's unclear what a "personality" is even in singlets. Maybe it is the default mode network, and people with DID according to studies do have more than one. I also have been in treatment for almost 10 years and have never had fusions outside of less than distinct parts and fragments integrating so fuck fusion, we (my system) work better as functional multiples anyway. Also my alters don't really make one whole and continuous person if you added them together, they have mutually exclusive or just different preferences and views that have nothing to do with trauma. It doesn't make sense for us to fuse because we see things in such different but valid and insightful ways, and we coexist wonderfully and sharpen our perspective by sharing things one alter might notice but another didn't. Systems that see themselves as parts of one whole are valid. Systems that want to fuse are valid. Systems that question this are just as valid as well.

Users insulting people who step in and speak up for systems who are invalidated by such posts, even if research is provided showing the thing people are fake claiming is a documented phenomenon. And honestly, you don't need research to back up your existence - it is nice to have, and I'm so glad there is research validating things like fictive-heavy systems because people are so nasty to them when all they're doing is trying to express who they are, but clinical research has not yet investigated so many things about DID and never will fully document what it means to be multiple because research is more focused on symptoms and treatment and not on documenting individual perspectives.

It feels like everyone there has an axe to grind and very few people are there to help others and commiserate.

#complex ptsd #actually dissociative #actually traumagenic #dissociation #c did #complex dissociative disorder #highly complex did #polyfragmented #dissociative identity disorder #trauma

[muchmorethanmoney]

You can pry genderfluid/gnc Alastor from my cold dead hands. You can’t tell me that if Rosie fixed him up a nice vintage dress he wouldn’t be delighted to wear it (plus, he can just slaughter anyone who tries to be a dick to him about it!). He’d prefer long sleeves and skirts, something not too tight as it is both comfortable but also avoids tearing when his demon form stretches his limbs into nightmare fuel. He’d probably walk into the Hotel with a pristine outfit (doesn’t matter if he’s battling someone tooth and nail, all of Alastor’s enemies know better than to touch Rosie’s gifts to him), but with his face covered in dirt and (someone’s?) blood, which would get Angel to immediately stop whatever he was doing and force Alastor into a makeover, full 2010s coming of age movie music video situation. Alastor complains about having to stay still while a thousand different creams and powders get slapped on his face, but secretly enjoys the overall experience. Eventually business (read: annoying his enemies for personal entertainment) brings him to the V Tower, where he is stopped in his tracks by an overworked Velvette, who takes one good look at him and decides that yes, she is pissed enough at Vox to dedicate her very little free time to fixing his obsession/enemy’s hair situation. Alastor is incredibly confused when he is shoved onto a chair with a mirror lamp, and starts to genuinely question wether the entirety of Pentagram City had secretly been waiting for a chance to dress him up like a doll (they had). He walks out of that tower with his natural curls slowly coming back to life and a hundred different products and pieces of advice on how to use them thrown at him by a very angry Velvette. That evening’s channel 666 program gets cancelled due to the conductor having blown a fuse.

#alastor #alastor yapping #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel #alastor headcanons #genderfluid alastor #me a genderfluid person giving the highest honor to my fav characters: genderfluid headcanons

[silverfoxstole]

NotD coat progress report, after three days and a lot of backache! My body likes to remind me sometimes that though I generally feel like an overgrown teenager I’m actually middle-aged; the mind is willing but the flesh is at times very definitely weak! I could barely straighten up first thing this morning. 🫤

After being happy with the toile I got everything cut out on Sunday and started putting it together. I didn’t have any seam tape for the roll lines so had to use ribbon instead which works just as well; as you can see above, the front is falling where it should. I interfaced the front pieces as per the instructions but I’m sort of wishing I’d used something softer as it’s a little bit stiff. They actually said to interface all of the shell pieces but that wasn’t going to happen; I don’t know about anyone else but unless your fabric was a very loose weave why on earth would you interface sleeves? I want to move my arms, thank you! I also ended up skipping the interfacing on the front facing as that would have made everything completely inflexible, but which unfortunately meant I had to cut another couple of pieces as I’d already fused the stuff before I changed my mind.

That, however, actually turned out to be a good thing as I had a brainwave and realised I could copy the seam lines on the front of the original coat by splitting the facing piece in two:

Result! I finally got the collar the right length and shape, too.

I was complaining on Sunday about having bought too much fabric yet again only to find out that it was just as well I did when I ruined another set of facings by spending ages making bound buttonholes that I didn’t keep. That meant I had to cut out a third lot, and after that unsurprisingly there’s very little material left! It was also a good job I had a lot of lining spare as I decided to completely recut all of the top half after the sleeves refused to go in properly because I’d had to enlarge the armscye so much. My seam ripper is getting a hell of a workout this week; I battled with those sleeves for ages yesterday, trying to get them to sit in the right place. Got there in the end, but I’m not convinced I won’t have to add a bit extra at the cuffs as they don’t look long enough. We shall see.

I’ve not been able to get very far with the coat shell because I’m waiting for some velvet ribbon I ordered to trim the sleeves. It’s going to be much easier to put that on flat so I’ve had to leave them for the moment and work on the lining instead. You can see it above with the shell on top (please excuse the horrible wrinkles in the back; coats and jackets made to fit me always do that when Stella models them), and below once I’d attached the lining skirts:

In the top photos I’d tucked the shoulder pads underneath to check how they sat; I didn’t do it again, hence the coat hanging slightly differently in the ones underneath.

It does actually often make sense to put the lining together first because you can iron out any further fit issues. For instance, there was too much fullness in the armhole at the back so I had to take some extra in the curved seams to remove it. I also extended the waist darts to make it a bit more shaped at the front ; being female I need that. I don’t see myself ever buttoning it up as it’s not worn that way but there’s plenty of room should I want to at any point; I tried it with my shirt and waistcoat underneath this morning just to make sure.

I don’t think I’ve mentioned the fabric but it’s a heavy cotton drill; I can’t work out what the original is made from and it was hard to find something suitable that was the right colour within my limited budget. It was my intention to use self-cover buttons but as we were going up to our local fabric shop to check out curtains just out of curiosity I had look at what they had to offer and found these:

They’re not identical but are sort of reminiscent of those used on the original coat:

Well, vaguely. I’ll try both and see what looks best!

Now, let’s see whether my ribbon comes tomorrow…

#sfs’s adventures in sewing #night of the doctor coat #doctor who #eighth doctor #8th doctor #costume making

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball Super 067

“Fuck the Zamasu Saga forever...”

Last time, Vegito attacked Zamasu with everything he had and still couldn’t beat him, but that’s okay because Trunks... cut him in half.  And it totally makes how that worked!   Honest. 

Anyway, I was going to complain about how Zamasu kept talking even as he was being cut in half, but that pales in comparison to this episode, where he continues to talk after he’s been cut in half.  It’s called “dignity”, Zamasu, look it up some time.

Finally, Zamasu vanishes in a bright light and everyone congratulates Trunks for securing the win.  “I never heart of a Spirit Bomb coming from a sword before!” Goku says.  “Yeah, neither have I,” Trunks says.  “I don’t even know how that happened.  It’s like someone was making all of this up and they ran out of time and just slapped something together.  But at least we won.”

But they didn’t win, because over where Zamasu vanished, a big column of red and black energy shoots up into the sky...

... And a dark haze spreads out over the whole world.  Also there’s thousands of Zamasu faces, all cackling with insane laughter. 

Everybody’s out of power from all the fighting from earlier, but they still shoot their biggest energy blasts at the problem, and it does nothing.  Gowasu speculates that the Super Dragon Balls that made Zamasu immortal have allowed him to survive having his body destroyed, and now his indestructible essence has dispersed throughout the universe.

Earlier, Gowasu was contemplating Zamasu’s fused body breaking down, and he noted the irony of Zamasu being obsessed with divine, perfect beauty, and how he had become everything he despised.  Could Zamasu truly find satisfaction in his goal, if all it meant was becoming a broken god overseeing a vacant cosmos?  Now we see that idea apparently being made manifest.  Zamasu no longer has a body, and he seems to have been driven insane by his defeat at the hands of a mortal, so he’s just sort of going with it.  

Some of the faces shoot energy blasts down at the Earth below.

And while... someone... the Supreme Kai maybe?... manages to protect this small group and the time machine, anything else that gets hit is destroyed.

Android 8 dies, the Turtle dies, and all of the survivors in West City we’ve seen have died. 

Oh, and whatever Zamasu is doing to the multiverse in Trunks’ reality, it’s also bleeding into all the other timelines as well.  So that’s a thing.

Even Beerus and Whis can sense it, although Whis doesn’t quite seem to understand what it is.  Beerus knows, though.  Or maybe he just has a good guess.

Back to this world, when Zamasu is done, only the group with Goku are left.  Trunks confirms that he can’t sense any other survivors anywhere on Earth.  All the people who helped him defeat Zamasu in the last episode are 100% dead.  Mai shoots her gun into the air, but there’s nothing anyone can do.  Refreshingly, Zamasu has nothing to say here.  I’m not even sure he’s aware of Goku’s group still living on the surface. 

Goku still wants to try to fight Zamasu, but he’s lost too much power, and he’s out of senzu beans.  While he fishes around in his sash to find more, he discovers that button Grand Zeno gave him.  So he pushes it...

And the Grand Zeno of this timeline appears.  He doesn’t know Goku, since they never met in this timeline, but he’s still pretty chill about the whole thing.  He takes one look at the universe and finds it unpleasant.  There’s nothing here but Zamasu making that annoying laugh.

Goku explains that Zamasu is responsible and suggests that Zeno do something about it, and Zeno agrees.  he levitates to the sky and prepares to destroy “everything.”

I don’t think Goku was expecting such an extreme or rapid response, so he tells everyone to hustle those buns and clear out.  The Kais use their Time Rings, and everyone else hops in the Time Machine.  Goku and Vegeta ride on the landing struts.  I feel like that’s a bad idea, but so is staying here, so sure.

And as Grand Zeno does his work, all the Zamasu faces twist with confused terror and vanish.

Gowasu apologizes to Beerus for all the trouble caused by his shitty apprentice-selection skills, but there’s really nothing more to be said here.  Goku and the others return in their Time Machine, but Goku’s not done yet because he wants to take one more trip.  I’m pretty sure Bulma has to make more fuel for that, so I assume the next scene takes place some twelve hours later.

See, Goku wants to go back to pick up Grand Zeno, who’s now just floating in the void by himself.  Trunks handles the controls for this trip, and he reports that he has taken the machine back to the same coordinates they left.  I don’t know, it’s pretty ballsy of Goku to assume that they could even go  back like this.  I mean, would there even be a “here” for them to arrive at?   Would the time machine simply blip out of existence as soon as it arrived?   Or maybe this space Zeno floats in is only here because the time machine arrived here.

Anyway, Goku offers this Zeno a lift, promising to take him to another universe with lots of cool stuff.  Zeno’s like “Yeah, I’m in.” 

Then Goku asks the Supreme Kai to take him to the palace of the Grand Zeno in this timeline, and Goku introduces them.  He promised the local Grand Zeno a friend, and he’s delivered.  Promises made, promises kept. 

The Grand Minister is impressed, and asks if Whis had something to do with this, but Whis says this was all Goku’s idea.  The G.M. says he’s starting to like Universe 7, and Whis invites him to visit anytime.  Also, in this scene they refer to each other as father and son. 

So that wraps up most of it, right?  Well, there’s still the matter of Trunks and Mai, who are now the only survivors of the alternate timeline’s multiverse.   Zamasu killed everyone and Zeno erased what was left.  Whis suggests taking them to a time just before that all happened.   Basically, he would drop them off in the same timeline, before the crisis began.  Then he would contact the Beerus of that timeline, and convince him to destroy Zamasu before he could have the chance to cause trouble.  Beerus doesn’t approve, since that would mean Whis would create another alternate timeline.  

But Whis points out that Beerus has already violated the same taboo himself, when he destroyed Zamasu in Episode 59.  Beerus didn’t travel through time to do that, but he did act on information provided to him from the future, i.e., the similarity of Goku Black’s ki to Zamasu’s.  Therefore, he created a divergenge in the timeline, one path where Beerus destroyed Zamasu, and one where he did not. 

Vegeta has a more practical objection.  No one knows exactly when Zamasu obtained his indestructible body, so if Whis’ plan is going to work, he’d need to do this before Zamasu makes that wish.  Otherwise, Beerus destroying Zamasu would just produce the same ruined universe that Zeno had to erase.  Whis says he has some means of dealing with such a problem, more effective than their Mafuba technique.  But he doesn’t elaborate. 

Of course, that problem doesn’t actually matter, since Whis’ plan requires the Beerus of that timeline to still be alive, and he would have died when Dabura killed the Supreme Kai, years before Goku Black or Zamasu got started.  The real catch to all of this is that Whis can drop Trunks and Mai off in a “safe” version of the world they knew, a world recovering from the Androids, but still thriving.  However, that world will have a Trunks and Mai already living there, which would be kind of awkward.  Can they handle such a thing? 

They agree to give it a shot.  I mean, where else can they go?  I guess they can stay here, but there’s a Trunks and Mai in this world too, so it’s the same problem.  Anyway, before he leaves, Beerus tells Trunks that he’s going to absolve him of his temporal crimes, but only because Whis likes him.  Translation: Beerus had a soft spot for Trunks now. 

In Universe 10, Gowasu checks out his box of Time rings, and there’s a sixth one now.  I think that would be the one created by Beerus’s actions in Episode 59, but I’m still a little fuzzy on the Time Rings.   I’ll definitely have to try to sort this out in another post.  All that matters is that we now have a Timeline E and F in addition to the A,B,C&D timelines from the original manga.  And this suits me fine, because I like the idea of this shitty Zamasu saga involving a Timeline F.

Back on Earth, everyone says their goodbyes to Trunks and Mai, and Vegeta punches him, and he smiles when Trunks blocks it.  They’re both satisfied that he can handle whatever they run into next in their new home.

Also, Piccolo and Gohan fly over to see them off, and Gohan offers words of support, which makes Trunks cry.  Wait, I thought Whis escorted the time machine in this scene.  Maybe he just told them he was going to arrange all that stuff, and he secretly planted a bomb on the Time Machine to clean up the last loose end. 

Anyway, they’re gone, and apparently once and for all, so that’s the end of the Zamasu Saga.  Good riddance. 

It’s been said before, but the ending to this arc is incredibly nihilistic.  The original goal here was for Trunks to save his world from Goku Black, and in the end, he failed completely.  His Earth is destroyed, his people are destroyed, Goku Black and Zamasu are destroyed, and the entire multiverse of that timeline is destroyed as well.  Trunks and Mai get to live, but they have to blend in on an exact copy of the world they knew (give or take a few years), and there’s already a Trunks and Mai living in it, which is kind of an existentialist horror when you think about it. 

I think the creators were sort of hoping you won’t think about it too much after this episode.  After all, the Trunks and Mai of this story are gone for good, so we don’t have any way to check in on them to see how they’re doing in their new home, or even if they made it there at all.  As for the other characters, they can move on with their lives.  Most of the events of this arc didn’t affect them at all, since the bulk of the action took place in a separate world that no longer exists. 

The thing is, I still think about this, because I’ve been writing a Trunks fanfic as a hobby.   Well, it’s not a Trunks fanfic.  He’s in it, but he’s not the lead.  The point is, I do try to keep abreast of Future Trunks continuity, and I swiftly came to the conclusion that this stupid saga should be ignored entirely.  I hate the idea of Trunks’ whole future world dying in another conflict, a conflict so asinine that the only way to resolve it was a literal deus ex machina to destroy his entire reality.

And ignoring the Zamasu Saga is pretty easy to do, since the only lasting legacy seems to be the fact that there’s two Grand Zenos after this, when there was only one before.  So if you follow my Dragon Ball Super Machete Cut, which skips Epsides 3-14, 19-31, and the Zamasu arc, you won’t be all that confused.  I mean, sure, you’ll see two Zeno’s at the Tournament of Power, but they look and act exactly the same, so it doesn’t really matter how many of them there are.  It’s a small price to pay for skipping this dumb stretch of episodes. 

So we’re done.  No more Zamasu Saga.  Things can only get better from here, and now I...

Wait, I forgot I still have to do the manga version.  Damn.  It.

I’ll see you next time...

#dragon ball #dragon ball super #2023dbapocryphaliveblog #goku #vegeta #mai #trunks #gowasu #zamasu #supreme kai #whis #beerus #grand zeno #fuck the zamasu saga forever

[lunarfleur]

Adam Banks Dating Hcs

Tagging: @juneberrie @ilovejoekeeryy @whyareyouhere66 @sluggmuffin

Warnings:none!

A big part of me wants to think that he’d be like a total sweetheart in the beginning

But I honestly don’t think that’s true

He doesn’t know wtf he’s doing.

Of course he like you, he just doesn’t know how to handle it

He’s not used to having full and utter support by his side, so it takes time for him to warm up to you

I’m talking at least 2 months

When you and him first start dating, he’s so awkward when it comes to affection

Like you tried to hold his hand and he almost blew himself up

This boy’s got issues

Severe daddy issues

He’s just scared tbh

But moving on

In the later months, once he’s warmed up, he’s much much more comfortable

PDA in public is pretty common, but doesn’t go over the top with it

He’s not the kind of guy to make out with you against a locker in the school hallways

But he hugs you and gives you gentle, sweet kisses

He likes loves when you hold his hand

Adam loves loves loves giving you temple kisses

Like just a little peck

But, of course, he’d never complain about lip kisses

Hugs are a favorite of his, too

Just being able to hold you makes him happy

He’s big on the little things, because growing up he always got the best of the best

He likes being able to appreciate even the most minuscule things

Like if you ask how his day was, or if you go to one of his hockey games

Adam Banks is the guy you want to take home to your family

He knows how to use his manners

He’s the kind of guy to bring flowers to like your mom or grandma

And the guy to talk about sports with your dad and/or grandpa

They’re bound to love him

Literally please lay on his chest

Like do it

It’s like therapy to him

He wants needs to wrap his arms around you and play with your hair until you fall asleep

You’re just so cute, he can’t help it

But also

This boy is so stubborn

Fighting with him sucks because it could literally last for days

Depending on the situation, he won’t let up until you do.

He doesn’t ignore you, he wouldn’t be able to

But he’s snippier, colder.

However, if it seems like he’s upsetting you, he does his best to talk about it

He’s just got a short fuse and it’s so hard to have discussions about feelings with him

It stresses him out

But once everything’s figured out and okay again, he makes up for it all

He’s much clingier, loves on you a whole ton

And and and

He’s so so respectful towards you

He’s just so sweet

And god help anyone who tries to be anything but that

All in all, you just need to be patient with him and good things will come

#fanfiction #adam banks #the mighty ducks #i love him

[therealeagal]

Chainsaw Man

So there's these things called devils. And they are like, the personification of human fears, from the most reasonable to the most bizarre, so there's a gun devil, obvs. There's also like, a tomato devil. Well, I guess it's not necessarily all that bizarre. Maybe someone has an allergy or something? Anyway, that's the way it is.

Anyway, the most feared among them all is the chainsaw devil, Pochita, which is a little dog thing with a little tiny chainsaw for a nose. It's even feared by other devils so that when it eats other devils it also totally erases the thing that they are the fear of from existence. Eat a Nazi Devil? No more Nazis. They never happened. Eat a nuclear weapon devil? No more nukes. Eat a devil for the other four things that can happen to a person at the end of their life instead of death? People can only die now.

What would happen if he ate a shonen protagonist devil? Would he erase himself from ever having existed in the first place? But then how could he have eaten the shonen protagonist devil if he never existed? These are the real questions.

Also he has the ability to fuse with this young man named...I wanna say Denki? Ok, it was Denji. With a J. I watched the anime a while ago and don't remember lots of stuff about it. Like the names of literally anyone besides Denji and Pochita (although really just Pochita since I got Denji's name wrong).

Anyway he becomes the eponymous chainsaw man and then he teams up with this like, government agency or something that fights the bad guys and doesn't afraid of anything in order to fight devils that appear in the real world (they normally live in Hell).

It's actually quite interesting.

So anyway, it could use more anime fights and less sloppy drunk women vomiting in the mouths of teenage boys.

AND NO, I DON'T CARE THAT IT ONLY HAPPENED ONCE. EVEN ONCE IS TWELVE TIMES TOO MANY.

I'm morbidly curious to know who among you might disagree, but all the same, please do not @ me because I don't really wanna know.

Although maybe there is no one who will disagree. Maybe Pochita already ate the Fans Of Sloppy Drunk Women Vomiting In The Mouths Of Teenage Boys To The Exclusion Of Anime Fights Devil.

Although if he had, how could I complain about you? I'm not sure I like the implications of this line of thought...

#chainsaw man #chainsaw man denji #pochita

[opinated-user]

Another important example of LO's enbyphobia (and arguably the most obvious one if I'm not mistaken) is when in the su video she literally complained about Stevonnie being Nonbinary, called it a lazy choice and very strongly implied, if not outright stated, that they should have been trans because they're on the femmine side of gender presentation (debatable tbh, the only "feminine" thing about them is having long hair and wearing shorts and a pink crop top, which are all thing we should stop gendering) and because Steven sung giant woman. Ignoring that Steven wasn't talking about himself in that song but was trying to encourage Pearl and Amethyst to fuse... Look, I'm not saying an arc about Steven realizing to be a trans girl wouldn't have been amazing, but come on. How anyone in the comments thought that she was supportive of Nonbinary people is beyond me. (1/3)

(2/3) unrelated to the enbyphobia is that she also claimed Stevonnie was heavily sexualized. They're not. LO, just because you emediatelly sexualize female and female presenting characters doesn't mean everyone else does. If you see any shot of them as sexualized that's on you really.

i need to remark the last part of your first comment anon because: 1. the comments are highly moderated so any dissenting voice that LO couldn't think of a good enough dunk on was purged. multiple people have spoken about how their own critique of the video, no matter how respectful and polite they were, were deleted no long after. try to argue with LO on a space where she has total control it's a waste of time. 2. the author of the essay that LO basically plagiarizes for the racism portion of the video actually left a comment long when the video came out about how enbyphobic LO came out and they didn't agreed with her approach overall. i think their words was something like "just say that you hate non binary people and go". you know what's interesting? i tried to search that comment to show it here and i couldn't find it anywhere. she deleted the words of a black non binary person, whose essay she plagiaraized word for word, just so no one would even think to suggest that she could be wrong. as a side note, the crediting to Robobuddies's video, that LO also plagiarized, was erased from the description. so LO now has profitted from the hard work that someone else made, called them a loser when they had a problem with that and then erased the credit so now no one will even know that LO's stole their words. only the link to Riley's essay remain. finally LO did aknowledged that some of the language that she used herself on the video was racist... 4 years after the video was already out.

2 weeks ago LO suddenly thought to adress her racist language on a video that was meant to call out the racism of someone else. she could have done that in 4 years but instead she prefered to keep being antisemitic towards a non binary jewish woman who doesn't even know she exist. if that isn't sad and funny... 3. the portion that i found the most grotesque about her portion about non binary people is how LO basically said that "non binary people are inherently interesting" and how stevonnie's design was boring because they didn't had multiple arms or something. that string of word has been stuck on my head ever since i heard it because it couldn't believe someone would say that... on the same breath where they complain about how there are not more human non binary characters. stevonnie is literally more human than any other fusion, that's the point of their design being "normal", because some non binary people look exactly like stevonnie and they deserved representation too. you can be safe knowing that part was entirely from LO's point of view and she didn't steal it from anyone because of how borderline fetishistic and misguided it was.

#lily orchard #lily orchard is transphobic #lily orchard is enbyphobic

[auxiliarydetective]

OC Pride Challenge: Day 24

You can find the challenge here

Today's prompt is Worth/Worthy and I decided to use it as an opportunity to write the story of how Luz and Anita fuse for the first time in my Gem AU. People on the Discord server know I've grown absolutely obsessed with their fusion and I just had to write something for them.

The September sun burned their skins as the gems of Easy Company stood out on the parade ground, listening to their commander.

“Fusion is one of the most important weapons in your arsenal,” Sobel announced, pacing in front of his men.

Winters and Nixon stood next to him, looking like school boys in the way that they looked like they had just been asked to stand up in front of the class to demonstrate something - which was probably what was happening right now.

“You already have powers on your own but if you fuse, your powers and strength will combine with your partner’s, creating a more powerful being with new abilities. Fusion is a mutual agreement. In order to fuse successfully, you’ll have to be aware of your emotions and control them, otherwise it can have dangerous consequences. Generally, fusions between the same gem type are easier, but cross-gem fusions can also happen. Lieutenant Winters and Lieutenant Nixon are now going to demonstrate what a successful fusion looks like.”

Winters and Nixon nodded at each other, then turned to face each other. As they locked hands, their gemstones started to glow. Then, they pulled each other closer. Suddenly, their bodies were engulfed in the same light of their gems, the colors merging to purple. When the light faded, a single person stood in their place. The man was tall and thin like Winters, taller than him in fact, but had black hair like Nixon with some red streaks appearing here and there. His face was a perfect mix of the two, down to the the last detail.

Now, it was the enlisted men’s turn. But it turned out that fusion was much harder than it had looked with Nixon and Winters. The closest anyone ever got were Muck and Penkala, though they fell apart before ever forming anything close to a humanoid. Most men didn’t even get their gems to glow and almost everyone if not each and every one of them felt pretty dumb trying after a while.

By the time the exercise was over and everyone dispersed, the sky was covered in clouds and the air smelled damp. Only a few minutes later, it started to rain. Not slowly, but suddenly, as if a mischievous bunch of angels had knocked over a giant bucket. Taking cover from the deluge, Luz, Malarkey, Guarnere and Liebgott found themselves in the otherwise empty mess. They were about to start a conversation when the door flew open and Anita came in, quietly cursing. She had half of her hair braided back and put in a bun as usual, the other half was hanging loosely over her shoulder. Her uniform was already partially wet with rain water and the top buttons were open, revealing just a bit of the large rose quartz gem beneath her collarbones.

“Enjoying the weather, Anita?” Luz called as she closed the door.

Anita shook her head, but smiled. “You get done showering and apparently God thinks you haven’t showered enough.”

“Don’t let Sobel catch you walking around like this, huh?” Guarnere commented, gesturing at his own collar.

Anita looked down at herself and sighed. “I didn’t have time to fix it, alright? I had to clear the showers as fast as possible.”

She hopped onto one of the tables and sat down on it before buttoning up her uniform. Then, she started braiding the other half of her hair, quickly as if she had done it a million times before. She probably had.

“Hey, where were you during fusion training?” Malarkey asked. “I didn’t see you there.”

“Taking a long, relaxing shower,” Luz said, “weren’t you listening just now?”

Anita rolled her eyes. “Actually, while you were having fun fusing, I was running Currahee with Dog Company.”

“Don’t tell me they’re reassigning you,” Liebgott complained.

“No, Sobel just didn’t want me sitting around while you did your fusion training, so he had me go with Dog.”

“But why weren’t you training with us?” Malarkey continued to ask.

“Bet she already knows how to fuse,” Guarnere threw in. "After all, she's the only one here who's actually an organic gem.”

“Half gem,” Anita corrected. “But yeah, I actually do. I knew a boy as a kid who was part of the same program as you guys and we used to fuse a lot. He was drafted a few months ago.”

“You should’ve done the instruction instead of Sobel,” Malarkey commented. “Bet some of us would've actually gotten somewhere.”

“Well, what did he tell you? I can tell you what I learned from the book my mother left me and maybe a bit of my own experiences.”

“Fusion is the most important weapon in your arsenal,” Luz repeated Sobel’s words, along with a flawless impression of him. “It’s a mutual agreement. To fuse successfully, you have to keep your emotions under control.”

“What a load of bullshit,” Anita mumbled. “No wonder nothing worked.” Then she chuckled. “I bet he doesn’t even fuse. I mean, can you imagine anyone who’d want to fuse with Sobel? I know I can’t.”

“Well, grand mistress of fusion,” Luz said, “what’s your sage advice?”

Anita took a deep breath. “Well, first of all, a fusion isn’t a weapon. Yeah, you become stronger, new powers and all that, but to call a fusion a weapon is just dehumanizing. A fusion is its own person and it’s an experience. Maybe he never learned that because he only ever fused for a purpose and that purpose alone but if you do it properly, I promise, it’ll be beautiful.”

“What do you mean, a fusion is its own person?” Guarnere asked. “When I fuse with someone, do I just disappear?”

“No, I mean, yeah, kinda. You become someone else. I guess you’ll just have to try it yourself. Oh, also, the emotions thing, that’s also bullshit. At least partially. A good fusion thrives on good emotions. But yeah, you probably shouldn’t fuse for the sole purpose of cracking someone’s skull.”

“But how do you actually fuse?” Luz asked. “It looked like Winters and Nixon just shook hands and suddenly - woosh - they turned to light and became Winnix.”

“Then they’ve probably fused a lot before,” Anita theorized. “How did Sobel have you do it? He just had you figure it out on your own, huh?”

“Pretty much.”

“Well, the easiest way to do it is to dance.”

Luz laughed and the others joined in. Anita just smiled lightly. She had finished her braid and bun and crossed her arms, watching her friends laugh at her.

“You serious?” Liebgott asked.

“Dead serious.”

“Well, now you’ve gotta show us,” Malarkey demanded.

Anita’s smile turned into a smirk. She turned away from her friends and turned her nose up to the ceiling. “I don’t know. I doubt anyone here is worthy of a rose quartz.”

"Damn hypocrite," Guarnere scoffed. “A rose quartz is still a quartz and you said quartzes were low-ranking soldiers in gem society. Thank God you're pretty.”

Anita smiled lightly. “I know.”

“Well, what does your mama’s book say about spinels?” Luz asked, getting up from his seat.

Anita hopped off her table too, meeting him in the middle corridor of the mess. “Court jesters. Never heard anything so fitting. You pick the dance.”

“Swing.”

“Sure, let’s swing. You just keep dancing, I’ll take over when the fusion happens, then you follow my lead.”

Anita reached out her hand for him to take. At the same time, her gem emitted a soft glow.

“Look at her, she’s getting excited,” Luz commented.

Before Anita could retaliate, he started pulling her into a fast swing. Malarkey cheered - they were both good! With each step, a wider smile spread across Luz and Anita’s faces. Then, Luz’s gem, too, emitted a glow of orange hue. He sent Anita into a twirl before pulling her closer - and then it happened. Their bodies turned to light phasing together, lightning buzzing around. Immediately, Guarnere and Malarkey, who had been sitting a bit too close to them for their comfort, backed up, watching the ball of light and lightning take form. With one last surge of brightness, it turned into a person standing in the middle of the corridor with widened eyes. They had brown hair, somewhere between fuzzy and shaggy, that fell down almost to their shoulders in multiple layers and waves. That was clearly Luz’s doing who had a knack for having messy hair. Their large eyes - that they got from Anita, no doubt - were a deep honey color. But the grin that they flashed upon realizing what had happened, that was both of their smiles adding together to become the most infectious grin in all of Easy Company.

“I did it!” they gasped in a warm, juvenile voice. “I mean, we did it, I mean- God, pull yourself together, George - I… wow!”

“You actually did it,” Guarnere said, watching them in awe though he would never admit that.

“Yeah! And you know what’s even better? I’m taller than you now. Take that, Guarnere!”

“So, uh… fusion person,” Malarkey stammered, “how do you feel?”

“I… happy,” the fusion said. “Light. Like I’m buzzing with electricity. And like causing trouble, honestly.”

That was when the door opened and Sobel entered. Immediately, everyone, including the fusion, sprung to attention.

“What’s going on here? Who is this?” he asked, pointing at the fusion.

“I, uh,” the fusion stammered.

Right, who were they? They had only existed for a few seconds and he was already asking difficult questions like that. Gem-type-wise, they were a kunzite, for all they knew, but identity-wise…

“That’s Luz and Reed, sir,” Guarnere replied when they didn’t.

“Unfuse immediately,” Sobel demanded.

So, they did. The fusion dissolved into light. While Anita landed on both feet, Luz stumbled aside, leading Anita and Malarkey to catch him before he fell.

“Your weekend passes are cancelled, all of you. Fusion isn’t just some toy. If you wanted to fuse so badly, you should’ve put more effort into fusion training today.”

Then, he left again. As soon as he was out of hearing range, Luz, Malarkey, Liebgott and Guarnere started grumbling. Anita was quiet and a soft smile rested on her lips.

“I say that was worth it,” she said. Then, she turned to Luz. “What about you?”

Luz sighed. He locked eyes with Anita, then shrugged before declaring: “We would’ve gotten our passes revoked either way, it’s only Tuesday.”

“That’s the spirit.”

“I didn’t even have a pass to cancel.”

“Me neither! If I ever get one, it’s gotta be close to Christmas.”

“Well, I had one,” Guarnere complained, “and I had plans for the weekend.”

“It’s not like you would’ve kept it,” Malarkey remarked.

“Yeah, I wonder how you even got it,” Liebgott commented.

That was when Winters came in. Immediately, everyone was at attention again, though this time because they actually had respect for the man and not just as a formality.

“At ease,” he said. “Who of you fused?”

“We did, sir,” Luz replied, gesturing at himself and Anita before Anita could say anything.

“Congratulations,” Winters said with a smile. “How did you do it?”

“We danced, sir.”

“You danced?” Winters repeated. “Your idea, Reed?”

“Yes, sir,” Anita confirmed.

“Can you do it again?”

Anita looked at Luz who nodded and held out his hand to her. This time, everything went a lot faster. The ball of light and lightning took shape and the fusion stood in front of Winters, clasping their hands behind their back a little awkwardly. Winters smiled at them proudly.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“Like a thundercloud, sir,” the fusion replied.

Winters chuckled. “Alright. Any idea what we’re going to call you yet?”

The fusion looked up at the ceiling, trying to think of something.

“What about ‘Swing’?” Malarkey suggested.

The fusion scoffed. “Hey, look at me, I’m a playground structure.”

“I meant the dance.”

“I know. But I feel like swing dancing isn’t gonna be just a me thing.”

“You’re probably right,” Guarnere murmured.

“Hmmm, how about Kunzite for now?” the fusion finally mumbled.

“Kunzite?” Liebgott echoed. “That’s just your gem type!”

“I don’t like it either, but there’s not gonna be another Kunzite since there’s only one spinel and one rose quartz in this unit. And I don’t wanna be just ‘the fusion’ so until I come up with something better, Kunzite it is.”

“Alright,” Winters said with a smile. “Do you have any idea what your powers are yet?”

“No, sir,” Kunzite replied.

“Then you should probably get that figured out.”

“Is that an order, sir?”

“If Sobel asks, that’s an order.”

“Yes, sir,” Kunzite said with a grin.

“Alright. Have fun,” Winters told them, giving them a pat on the shoulder.

Well, an order was an order, wasn’t it? So, Kunzite headed to the training grounds with Liebgott, Guarnere and Malarkey following behind. Once they were close to the obstacle course, Kunzite took off to a running start, then jumped. They managed to jump pretty high, but then floated down again.

“Oh, come on,” they scoffed. “I thought I could fly.”

“I don’t think that’s what floating and electricity make,” Liebgott commented.

“I could smack ya, see if your tears do anything,” Guarnere threw in.

“I dare you,” Kunzite replied. “I’ve got to look a lot like Anita and you’d never hit Anita, especially because you want her to kiss you, not spit at you when you get hurt. Also, who says I’m not electrically charged? I could be.”

With that, Kunzite took a few steps back and placed their hands above each other. A small cloud started to form between them, dark and fuzzy. Curious, Kunzite poked it, causing a bolt of lightning to strike their palm. They grinned and started spinning their little cloud, causing it to grow larger and larger. When it was the size of a small table, they were satisfied. They prodded their cloud, smirking.

“Hey, it’s solid,” they remarked and then just hopped onto it.

So, they now literally sat on a thundercloud, floating in midair. They soared higher and higher on the cloud, legs dangling, as their friends watched. Then, they just let themselves fall over backwards, falling a few feet before landing in a large thundercloud, giggling. They floated back down, stretched out on the cloud as if on a couch or bed.

“I could get used to this. All of you are gonna have to sleep on the ground when we get to the frontlines and I’ll just be comfortable up here.”

“Hey, can I get on?” Liebgott asked. “I’ve always wanted to fly.”

“Sure,” Kunzite said, sitting up and letting their legs dangle off the side to make space for him.

So, Liebgott walked up to the cloud and tried to pull himself up. But he couldn’t hold on to it, and because he had put his entire weight in the act of pulling himself up, he was too unsteady on his feet to stay upright, falling through the cloud instead, onto his nose if he hadn’t caught himself. Immediately, Kunzite, broke out into a laughter that was so infectious that it immediately hopped over to Guarnere and Malarkey.

“You’re the worst,” Liebgott scoffed as he picked himself back up.

“Sorry, sorry, I didn’t know,” Kunzite giggled. “You alright? Broke your nose? Do we need to unfuse so Anita can kiss it better?”

“You’re absolutely the worst.”

"Why don't you fuse with Anita next training? Maybe you can fly then. My clouds just aren't for you, I guess."

"Yeah, well, you gotta wait your turn," Guarnere said.

"What, so you can fuse with her?" Liebgott asked. "Kunzite just offered it to me which means Anita offered it to me which means I get to go first."

"That’s not the same thing. I'm her best friend."

"You just think she’s hot."

"Guys, guys, calm down," Kunzite told them. "Why don't you wait for us to unfuse and ask Anita herself, huh? Can't promise that'll be soon though, 'cause I'm feeling pretty good the way I am right now."

“All hail Zeus," Malarkey declared. "The Lord of the Clouds has spoken."

“Hey, Zeus, I like that!” Kunzite called out. “You can call me Zeus from now on.”

“I’m definitely not gonna call you a god,” Guarnere complained. “You already got too much of an ego.”

“Funny you should say that. Come up with a better name then. Who else sits on clouds and shoots lightning?”

#band of brothers oc #oc: anita reed #zeus (gem au) #fanfiction #opc2023 #gem au #brotp: two idiots in dance shoes

[dogshit-enchantment]

thoughts about totk

i dont know if its just me, but does anyone else feel like the story direction for this game is kindve ... bad? like the actual plot itself was interesting at first but everytime the characters try to deliver a serious line of 'my secret stone' I can't help but laugh at them. It sounds like a mistranslation you would see in a 90's port of a game, not a multi-million dollar triple A title in 2023.

Not only that goofy nature of it but like, why is Zelda so british? No one else is, not even her dad. Why did they chose a VERY british direction for her voice and no one else? It's so distracting and every time she talks I don't pay attention to what she's saying cuz I wish she would just stop talking. (I still hold a grudge over her for feeding Link a fucking frog and then people have the audacity to be like 'oh theyre in love' like no thats fucking sibling behavior at best.)

There's so many aspects of the game where it feels like they want a very specific series of events to happen and there's a very intended player experience. But then... you can go anywhere. Do anything. You can EASILY miss important things (I missed several of the Dragon's Tears because I wasn't aware there was something I was supposed to be grabbing from them I just thought it was scenery) and you can easily find yourself in areas you're not meant to be in yet. "Just teleport out!" Why didn't they just make a linear game that wasn't built as a wanna-be DLC expansion pack?

Having to re-explore a world I'd already put 200+ hours into is frankly tiresome. And to make it THREE TIMES as large??? Exhausting.

I wanted to like this game so much. I preordered it. I went to the midnight release. I played it for six fucking hours the first full day I was able to play it. And after leaving the Great Sky Island all I'm left feeling is... frustrated.

Frustrated at the unclear, hidden direction of where you're supposed to go. Frustrated at the massive size of the map that doesn't have That Many Changes to make it worth going through the nooks and crannies. Frustrated that they turned botw -my favorite climbing simulator- into a gimmick-based game that doesn't like you to use its own gimmick.

The constructs break apart too easily. If you build a flying construct that works well it breaks after about a min and a half of flying. If you build a car to traverse the land it despawns if you hit any cutscene trigger - which are often invisible and unavoidable.

This felt more like a Zelda game in the general flavor of it; you get the classic enemies back, you get actual bomb flowers again, Link is wearing green for fucks sake, and you get actual temples. But the actual heart of it doesn't feel like a Zelda game. The plot feels sloppy at best, rushed at worst, and the voice acting is so genuinely bad it's distracting and embarrassing. The only voice actor I didn't hate was Rauru (Chris Hackney, Legend) and Tulin (Christina Vee, also a Legend), even Sidon felt incredibly stilted.

It feels like the game punishes the player for using the mechanics it gives you to use and play with. Even the fuse mechanic feels like such a back-hand. "Oh we heard the players got frustrated at weapons having a limited usage, so instead of extending it or offering a repair service, we just made Every Weapon Shitty" like wtf. And even for the fuse mechanic theres only ONE PLACE that lets you unfuse and it's through a clunky dialogue menu! (my favorite!!! totally not the reason I stopped playing acnh!!!!) I played for 50 hours and was positive you couldn't unfuse weapons. Wow.

botw was fun and I thoroughly enjoyed it and the fact that your tools were simply on a cooldown. totk feels like a resource-scavenger except the resources are so hard to actually acrue. Not only that, but I've seen other ppl complain about how much harder it feels to upgrade your equipment. As if they needed some way to bloat the game even more.

This is just me rambling about my feelings and maybe talking in circles about it but I feel annoying trying to actively discuss my feelings with anyone so I guess this will do.

I've only beaten half of the bosses and 3 of the temples, but I don't know if I'll be able to keep going. I got stuck at the fire temple boss and I would argue its the worst temple in the game and I haven't even gotten to the Gerudo one. That's just how strongly I feel about the fire temple. I hate the minecart layout, I hate the lava puzzle mechanics, and I literally rage-quited after my 10th attempt at the boss. The water temple boss was annoying but it was mostly just learning patterns and having good reaction time. The fire temple boss is JUST rng.

which sucks cuz the wind temple was sick!!!! it was so cool!!! and the boss was probably one of my top 20 bosses!!! and then I did the water temple and Sidon kept glitching out and wouldn't accompany me for half of the trip up to it, and the GRAVITY!!!! UGH!!!!!!

I'm trying to think of points of the game I've truly enjoyed and I think the highlights of it have been: got to keep Epona from my botw save. But then that turned out to be a nothing burger since you can't have her tow anything. (also the fucking towing minigame that feels so insulting. "please take us to the great fairy!" YOU COULDVE JUST WALKED ITS LITERALLY A FIVE MINUTE WALK)

uhh, other good points uhhh, the new armor is pretty cool. I really like the Ember and Miner set. I really like the cave system. (shouldn't really be a feature but whatever) and uhhhhhhhh, yeah idk. I'm struggling to find points I truly enjoyed past the introductory level. like yeah building a car is cool! ... until it despawns and you lose 40min and work, and yeah I know autobuild can rebuild it but I'm not made of spare parts. And like, the korok puzzles were cute! Until you find one every 15 min and they take at least 10 to get them to their friend.

I think the most enjoyable minigame was the one with the sign dude on the side of the road where you help him hold it up. That was one of the better, more enjoyable parts of the game for me so far. It felt like it actually tested your building skills while not being truly punishing. Just start over if it doesnt work.

botw was a strong like 8/10 for me, and I think totk is gonna unfortunately be like a 5/10. The direction is janky at best. The gimmicks of the game are viable for most of the game. Exploring the same world with minor changes is frustrating and boring. Exploring the Depths makes me want to personally throw up since I have a phobia of dark, open spaces with Things lurking inside. Exploring the sky is fun but I didn't realize you could *reuse* the sheikah tower until 45 hours in because why would I think it would let me do it again??? So it felt inaccessible and frustrating.

The ability to fuse anything to anything and have it run and work well is a technical marvel! I'm not saying its not. But does it make a good *game*? Does it make the story direction work? Does it make the boss fights and dungeons work? imo... no. It doesn't. It makes a good tech demo. It makes an impressive piece of programming.

maybe i'll have more thoughts but I just needed to get all that out.

if you read it all thanks if not you wont be seeing this lol

#rambling #truly the one time that tag is actually applicable #totk #i have complicated feelings about it

[wakeupfreanz]

Hey frean! Two questions tonight 🧘🏽

Do you think jyp’s A2K project and TV show are gonna do well? Tons of people complained about the he range which is understandable. I just don’t know what they’re aiming for with such young girls ☠️ like who’s gonna tune in? what’s the concept?

also hybe x geffen global girl group.. when could we expect that to air? will there be actual diversity or is it just gonna be a bunch of wasians. Will they even be as successful as their kpop group counterparts?

Hi! Let's get into it, I remember the announcement, but it's been REAL quiet as for any updates recently. Let's see what goes on.

A2K Airing?: Aries Season, Fire sign season BIG, Sagittarius or Scorpio season. The 9th month, September during a transitional period. It feels like production is running very quickly, if any content is going to be made public, we will either see it very soon or will have to wait quite a bit like during Virgo season. I can see JYP himself being the final decision to slow things down and push it to a Virgo season if it doesn't feel like the right day during Aries season. If it does not come to us in this year, I can foresee the project being pushed 2-3 years further out to reserve more time for training/polishing.

A2K Audience?: QoC, Chariot, 8oC, HM. There are likely to be a lot of rollover fans. Lots, a LOT of stays and onces are going to be very interested in them. I can see them having a LOT of company stans hanging around them, which might entice external stans and new people to check them out. The fans are likely going to end up hard carrying half of the promo it seems.

A2K Concept?: 4oC, HM, 9oS, 3oW. Teen angst is going to be big for them it seems. The pain, depth of emotion, the pain of growing and the worldview for adolescence is going to be what follows them likely through their career. They're projecting for the younger audience in an attempt to grow up with them it seems.

A2K Success Projection?: 9oW, 5oC, Moon rev, KnoW. It's going to be veeeeeeery strange in the beginning? If at all, you're going to see the gaps in talent before they're able to fuse together and improve. This could mean that we're going to be seeing the vast expanse of their training period. Their struggling of all kinds is going to be on display which is going to attract others via sympathy and upset others because it will seem like exploitation. It's going to be a shaky start, but they're going to become a fast stallion and charge their way up relentlessly. It would not be fair to compare them to anyone else under the JYP label it seems since their full success has not been shown to me yet. Ask me this again later on.

Any JYP idol cameos in A2K?: 6oS, likely yes. (COUGH COUGH BANG CHAN AHEM!)

Hybe x Geffen Airing?: Taurus season is a iffy maybe. Fire is also present here but not quite as strongly? Leo season, Late October. Earlier earth sign seasons. It seems like they might be waiting for their competition to make the first move before they make a hard decision. They wanna play some games with clout it seems. They might also consider a period where the sign is feminine like Taurus more heavily because they want the masses to be a bit more malleable and develop some sympathy point for them.

Hybe x Geffen Diversity?: 6oP rev, it's erring toward likely not. Something strange like more diverse people might audition but there's something that they're "missing" that might not get them a spot in the lineup. Don't like how that sounds. Come back and ask this question again later.

Hybe x Geffen Success Projection?: KoS, KnoP, PoC, 2oS. There are some people who are gonna wanna hate them SO bad, but lowkey enjoy them. They wont be lacking in talent this time, but it seems like each member or the collective group is going to lack something fundamental that makes people stick to them immediately. They're going to take off and ride a good successful wave. The missing fundamental is a healthy does of struggle/suffering, but they are going to be very grounded in terms of being relatable like people. The public might also be able to feel that they're like coworkers in the beginning before they might get closer to each other. They also might have a concept that appears to be a suggestion at times instead of being part of the brand, but that is likely not going to be a big deal. I don't think I can compare them to their counterparts in a positive or negative way, it just seems like they will unlock a pathway for the in between audience, thus meaning they will not be a flop by any means, but they won't be a cultural phenomena and have an ungodly amount of viewers like bts. But they will be successful. Come back and ask this again further down the road.

[usaigi]

Steven & Dad

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cw: discussion of past abuse

A/N: Shoutout to this lovely meta-analysis on Judaism in MK by @fdelopera

“Not a lot of stars in the city,” dad says, taking the seat across from him at the picnic table. 

“It’s a shame, innit it,” Steven responds. 

“Hey Steven…” dad pauses, waiting for Steven to look at him. ”I wanted to thank you. For convincing the others to come.”

“Don’t thank me, therapy’s been a lot of help. You know, now Marc’s actually talking. Took him months before he even introduce himself to our therapist. And the bloke mostly just complains about the others to her, but still.” 

“That sounds familiar,” dad chuckles. 

“Whadya mean?”

“I used to bribe you guys with ice cream to talk in therapy.”

“Birdy did tell us about that. The first couple of sessions she fronted, she demanded a ‘treat’ afterward.” Took them several weeks to convince her she can just ask for a treat, she doesn’t need to do something triggering first. 

“I… don’t want to overstep my boundaries but… What’s your goal in therapy?”

“‘Happiness after trauma.’ Working together as a system and integration. Mostly communication at this point. We’re getting better at it though. Not perfect, Daniela did empty our suitcase and replaced it with her stuff because she hates how I dress. But we’ve come a long way considering we didn’t even know we were a system a year ago.”

“Integration? As in integrating into one?” He asks surprised, taken aback slightly. “Which is great if that’s what–” 

“No! No, no,” Steven jumps slightly, aggressively shaking his head and hands. “At least, I don’t want to fuse with anyone, I don’t think the others really want that at the moment either. Integration as in breaking down the amnesia walls and increasing communication. Fusion is when two alters fuse into one.” 

“Sorry, just confused about the terminology. And how are you doing with that?”

“Better. But it’s not like I have any trauma to work through, I just support the others. When we first started going, we thought it was just Marc and me in the body. He wanted nothing to do with therapy but agreed to let me go as long as I didn’t mention anything about him or DID. So I did; talked about mum. Grieving someone I thought I knew, someone who never existed. I couldn’t talk about her with Marc without upsetting him so,” he shrugs. 

“How do you remember her?”

“Kind. Loving. She was always crying but in my memories, always thought they were tears of love or something.”

Dad frowns at that before saying, “I wouldn’t say you don’t have trauma. Your mother was sick, even without the alcohol. She’d go through a period of being… ‘okay’ but even then… she wasn’t. It was love bombing. I’m guessing that’s what you remember of her, just without the abuse context. She’d cry and beg you for forgiveness, promised she’d get help, spend all afternoon cooking your favorite dishes, buy you gifts and CDs. 

“It was also abuse. It was still trauma. It was a method of control, not to show affection,” he says with a tense voice. Dad’s shoulders are rounded, hands are clasped together, visibly uncomfortable. 

“How long did it take you to recognize that?” Steven asks. 

“Not until she died. Not until I started therapy,” dad lets out a hollow laugh. “So you were going to work through your grief and Marc gave you the okay to talk about the DID somewhere along the way?”

“Not quite. Birdy and Daniela worked together to try to sabotage me even going to the sessions. They’d make me miss my bus, or miss my stop, or cancel my appointments. Then the therapist met Birdy by accident when she got triggered to the front. She’s excellent at masking as Marc but bloody awful at imitating my accent. So the ruse was up.

“They asked me if I knew about DID/OSDD and offered me a referral with a specialist. Eventually, the others came around to the idea of therapy.”  

“You didn’t have an accent growing up. Sometimes, your teachers and others would mention that you’d slip into an English accent after particularly bad panic attacks but not regularly. I thought it was like a joke, almost like you were trying to make yourself laugh. When did you… become British?”

“Layla asked the same thing. I think my accent was internal until recently because I always remember being British. I think I just ‘translated’ everything into ‘British’ in my head. Like I don’t remember speaking Spanish at home, in my head we were all English.” A typical English family who ate tostones and frijoles negros instead of beans on toast. “What are you working on in therapy?”

“Grief. Responsibility. Acceptance. Moving on. Forgiveness.” 

“Do you talk about mum?”

“I do. I don't think Marc would care to talk about it.”

“I’m not Marc,” he reminds him. Dad just nods at that. 

“‘Free will is granted to every man. If he desires to incline towards the good way and be righteous, he has the power to do so; and if he desires to incline towards the unrighteous way and be a wicked man, he also has the power to do so. Give no place in your minds to that which is asserted by many of the ignorant: namely that the Holy One, blessed be He, decrees that a man from his birth should be either righteous or wicked,’” dad recites a familiar passage.  

“Maimonides?”

“Good. I was worried you’d forgotten,” he smiles proudly. “I don’t think your mother was a ‘bad person.’ As in, she didn’t come into this world as evil. She was a child who escaped from war, who lost her son, and proceed to take her pain out on you. She’s merely a reflection of her own actions and the damage it caused.

“But if her birthright was not to be ‘bad,’ that also means that she could have been good. She was capable of change. We’re all capable of change. My problem was thinking I was responsible for her change because in the process I hurt you all.”

“You had good intentions.”

“It doesn’t matter. You still had to deal with the consequences and that’s not fair.”

It wasn’t fair. It isn’t fair. And that will forever be his father’s greatest mistake.  

“Marc can’t see it like that. I think he internalized a lot of what mum said. He struggles to not see people as ‘good’ or ‘bad.’ Like, he’s bad because of what happened, Daniela is bad because she’s cruel, Jake is bad because he’s a liar, I’m good because I have to be.

“Got into an… argument of sorts with some a bit ago. Over the idea of eliminating an evil doer before they get the chance to commit the evil. I argued that in judging someone for a hypothetical crime, they’re in fact judging an innocent person. 

“I don’t think Marc believes people can change, fundamentally. Or at least, he doesn’t think he can change. He thinks he’s destined to bring pain to those around him and for that he must be punished. But he’s not, he’s worthy of forgiveness. He’s made mistakes but they’re that, mistakes.” 

They’re probably more mistakes on earth than grains of sand in the Arabian Desert or stars in the galaxy but are those not the consequences of free will? 

“What do you think? About forgiveness?” Dad asks after a minute of silent reflection. 

“I have to believe it’s possible. Seeing yourself as irredeemable is just defeatist and makes it so that you don’t have to do the hard work to change yourself. I don’t think it’s another person's responsibility to forgive you for your mistakes but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try,” he says looking up towards the stars. 

----

They were still at the house for whatever reason. Layla got a work call and excused herself to answer it, leaving them alone in the house until she returns and they can all head back to the hotel. It seems like everyone is exhausted since Jake’s the only one in the body. 

So he goes out to the backyard, leans against the cold brick wall, and removes one of his gloves to light a cigarette. 

“Smoking’s bad for you,” Jake hears as Elias walks towards. He sides and eyes him, taking another puff of his cigarette, the nerve of him to tell them what’s bad for him. “I’m guessing you’re Jake?” he shrugs.

Elias leans against the wall beside him, leaving a good couple of feet between them. Out of courtesy or out of fear, he wonders. There's no way Elias hasn’t figured that he was the bad one, the angry one, who would have screaming matches with him growing up. 

“I never got the chance to thank you… For protecting everyone, for keeping them alive. You’re a good son,” Elias says and Jake’s taken aback. The title of ‘good son’ should only be reserved for Kid, for Steven, for Marc. Certainly not him.  

“Thanks,” is all he says. 

“How long are you in town for?”

“Another week.”

“I’m assuming I never got a chance to take you to temple with me. Do you… want to join me for temple tomorrow?” Elias asks with a polite smile, surely out of some disingenuous fatherly duty. 

Jake nods.

#moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #usaigi speaks #marvel #layla el faouly #elias spector #mk lunar sys