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Lake Laogai
This Lake had better have Appa in it. With little water wings on.
Skipping the commentary as usual.
The Previously On section suggests that a whole lot of plot threads are about to crash into each other. Strap in folks.
Lefty Sokka!
Beat up Sokka quota fulfilled by his sister's critique of his art skills. It's not like he had paper to practice with at the South Pole.
Sometimes I forget that Aang is 12, then he does something like attempt to rescue his pet from a nefarious city-wide conspiracy of silence with lost cat posters.
"Good tea is its own reward." That means no, he isn't paid enough.
Remember what I said in my last post about Iroh bringing too much attention to himself?
"senior executive assistant manager" someone on the writing team has worked retail I see. Nothing like meaningless promotions with no raise attached! It's right up there with employee pizza party.
I have to pause here and point something out. This whole scene with Iroh? This is an adult fantasy. I don't mean dirty, I mean this whole scene was put in specifically to appeal to the adults who got roped in to watching this kids' show by their children. A rich man walks through the door of your shitty retail job, immediately spots your natural greatness, and offers you a much better paying job with unlimited creative freedom and a better house to go with it? Find me a burnt out retail worker who hasn't conjured up this fantasy five times a shift.
And so the plots come crashing back together. This won't end badly.
"patience really pays off" I checked. He waited literally three seconds.
Shout out to Toph in the background playing catch with a ball she can't see. Casual flex of epic proportions.
Remind me never to go to Lake Laogai. Sounds like it's lousy with Ju Dees.
So the Ju Dees don't know about each other? Because she seems honestly confused. Does Ju Dee think she's the only Ju Dee? What happens if two Ju Dees run into each other in the street?
Posters are illegal but I haven't heard a peep about recarving a bunch of fields into a zoo.
This is maybe the second time Aang's blown up over Appa. Frankly he deserves more blow ups about the whole situation.
I don't think knocking down walls will help find Appa, but I applaud Toph's spirit.
They took out a whole wall and then exit by the door anyways. That's funny.
I really hate this guy, but I have to admit that he may be the first truly competent villain of the series.
'The Jasmine Dragon' also lets anyone with half a brain know that you're Fire Nation. Try the Jasmine Badgermole instead.
Zuko really can't catch a break, huh? He wasn't happy being a tea server, but at least he was resting. But every time he gets five minutes to himself, the main plot reappears to drag him back into the action, whether he wants to or not. Although he hasn't figured out that he doesn't want to be dragged back yet.
Every line of dialogue in this scene is a good point. Zuko's right, Iroh's right. The Zuko's right again, then Iroh's right again.
YES YES YES GET HIS ASS
That was satisfying!
I'm not understanding why Sokka is the voice of reason here. Is he incapable of holding a grudge? He's the one that had all the animosity with Jet to begin with. Shouldn't it be Aang who wants to hear him out?
Toph is a living lie detector now? I can't think of an example off the top of my head, but I'm sure that could have come in handy previously. Any other incredibly useful skills we should know about?
Jet is oddly defensive for someone who claims to know he did wrong.
Ever get so excited that your spine malfunctions?
Sokka just has a metre long map in his pocket. Good friend to have in a pinch.
Avatar first! Katara is rude to an old person!
I'm going to have fun with Toph's new ability.
Toph, you have never been more right. It is the worst city ever. You are really shining this episode.
I know this is a serious scene, but I need to point out that Jet's guyliner is on point.
This shot is jarringly out of place. I think it's because it both black and white, and live action. Those have to be real clouds.
So the Blue Spirit can talk after all. Careful, your Zuko is showing.
Wow Zuko is good at sewing. And fast too.
Sokka is having far too much fun with this whole 'prompt Jet's memory' thing. Maybe he does have a bit of a grudge after all.
Katara can reverse brainwashing now too? Everyone's levelling up this episode.
This scene with the planks is a very cool and disorienting visual.
Didn't have 'the gaang breaks into a brainwashing facility' on my ATLA bingo card.
Pretty.
OMIGOD IT'S AP- did Zuko just break the fourth wall?
Everyone always forgets to look up.
So this fight is going to be Toph v. all of the Dai Li while everyone else tries not to get in Toph's way.
That's a boat.
Toph could probably take all these guys out faster if she wasn't having to constantly break off to save everyone else from them.
The Dai Li prancing up walls is a really cool visual. It's very Ty Lee of them.
I love watching her work.
Why don't you let Long Feng escape? He's no longer threatening you, and you're down there to rescue Appa. Just let him go.
The security on Lake Laogai is a joke.
Big words from someone who also had no plan whatsoever at the North Pole.
Zuko knows that Iroh's right. He knows, and that's important. I don't think Iroh is saying anything that Zuko hasn't thought and then hurriedly pretended to have never thought about before. It's why he says 'stop it' rather than being completely confused as to what Iroh is referring to.
Poor Appa's like 'can you have a crisis of self after you free me please?'
'You've chosen your own demise." No. You chose it for him. That's some top tier deflection/victim blaming right there.
Longshot can talk!
That's one hell of a set up and pay off re: Toph's lie detecting abilities.
Poor Jet. A double tragedy: to be likeable only when you're brainwashed, and to dedicate your life to wiping out the Fire Nation yet being killed by the Earth Kingdom.
Hi Appa. It's about time buddy.
Shockingly in character for Appa's first actions to be to single handedly save the Gaang from a threat.
You skip that bastard like a stone.
Everyone go and listen to the sound Appa makes when he spits out Long Feng's shoe. It's delightful.
I am framing this.
And this too.
I can tell there's some shmymbolism here, but it's gone right over my head.
Final Thoughts
Appa is back. The Gaang has Appa back. I have Appa back.
Ok. I can relax now.
With any luck, this means we can leave Ba Sing Se.
This episode felt like City of Walls and Secrets, Part 2. I think it was a good decision to have a couple of episodes between the two, but I think there would be some tonal whiplash if you binged this section of season 2. Which wouldn't have been a problem for a show designed to air once a week, so it's a moot point.
So Zuko freed Appa from his chains, and presumably pointed him in the direction of a door or something. Or maybe not; Appa has a ridiculously hard head, he could have busted his way out. Either way, Zuko broke the chains. Thanks Zuko!
In season 1, Zuko finds the Avatar the world had lost. In season 2, Zuko finds the Sky Bison the Avatar had lost. So in season 3, Zuko will find something Appa has lost. I wonder what that will be?
Jet being killed by the Earth Kingdom is so deliciously ironic, and tragic, yet very in character for the Earth Kingdom's approach to this war. It's also literally this:
Smellerbee and Longshot have really gotten the short end of the stick over and over this season. They were the only ones to decide to stick with Jet. Presumably they were the only ones who believed that he had had a legitimate change of heart. And they were kind of wrong. They get to Ba Sing Se only for Jet to immediately backslide way past even where he was at his worst in Season 1. He completely discounts and dismisses their legitimate concerns for his methods and his overall health. Then Jet gets arrested and disappears for two (?) weeks. So what do they do now? Get jobs? Steal so they don't starve? Then suddenly Jet's back but he doesn't even remember them. Then suddenly Jet's dead. The whole point of coming to Ba Sing Se just died, in a way that shows very clearly that their desire to help with the war is not welcome at all in the city. So what now? Do they leave and try to fight in the war from outside the walls? Do they settle down and try to forget about the war? Things did spiral completely out of Jet's control once the Dai Li got involved, but you have to admit that he's left his only remaining friends up a creek.
Sokka had some good jokes but was oddly ok with this episode's events. Toph had some great lines and got to shine with a new skill that any writer with half a brain will bring back in future episodes. She felt like the audience substitute this episode, which is usually Sokka's role. Toph was episode MVP for sure. Poor Aang took a bit of a back seat this episode. Zuko finally hit the crisis point, and may well have made his first indisputably correct decision of the series. But, as previous episodes have gone out of their way to show me that Zuko being good always goes badly for Zuko, I'm sure freeing Appa will somehow come back to bite him.
Iroh's question of "who are you? And what do you want?" was Zuko's entire character arc this season. He took a shot at answering the "who are you?" portion in Zuko Alone, and sort of halfway got there before messing up at the end of the episode. As for the "what do you want?" Zuko will tell you (often and repeatedly) that he wants his honour back. But I think he just wants to go home. The thing is, I strongly suspect that the home Zuko wants to return to hasn't existed since his mother left, if it ever existed at all. Which means that while "who are you?" has an answer Zuko can work towards, "what do you want?" has an answer that is kind of impossible. So Zuko is going to have to learn to want something new.
RIP Jet. Your life was fucked to Hell long before you were old enough to try and salvage it. You'll probably be missed by more people than you strictly deserve. War sucks, amirite?
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Call me a hopeless goth, but I kind of like the Ninth House's funerary practices and I wish we knew more about them. At least, I like what they could be: what I imagine they once were, before their culture was shattered.
The Ninth as we see it is a civilization in its death throes. It's a utilitarian horror show, hollowed out by tragedy and stripped of all dignity and sentiment, but we have good reason to think it wasn't always like that. They have a history of fine textile production and poetry, and occassionally forming hero cults to celebrate cultural icons. There used to be families who raised their children communally. Before the sea of tiny coffins, the Ninth may have known how to live, and even how to mourn.
There are glimmers of what their death culture might have been like in Harrow's prayer beads: made from the bones of her ancestors, a tangible link to her history and community. And in Gideon searching for her mother in the leek fields, imagining that a woman she never met is still present in her life.
In a living culture with a functioning community, the use of human bone as a crafting material could make mundane objects into momentos, ways to keep loved ones close after their passing. The skeleton servitors could be seen as a way individuals continued to care and provide for the community, even after death.
If their dead are routinely exhumed to be added to the chore rota, it would make sense for the exhumation, cleaning, and raising of those bones to traditionally be a cultural ritual like a graduation or funeral. Most of those skeletons would have had living friends and family working alongside them, when the Ninth still had generations. The skeleton sweeping the chapel used to be someone's uncle. People in these cultures do mourn death. We've seen them with the corpses of people they knew, and they're not completely desensitized; just very weird. There's a throw-away line once about Harrow having a pet peeve about personalising the skeletons, which means it must be fairly common to do that. What was to stop previous generations of the Ninth from getting scolded for putting funny hats on Cousin Balbus's bones? Nothing, that's what. Balbus liked hats, anyway, so I don't see how it was disrespectful.
I'm sure Wake didn't get a ceremony when she was raised as a servitor; the main beneficiary would have been Gideon, and god fucking knows no one ever went out of their way to make her feel like part of the community. I'm betting no one does raising ceremonies for anyone, anymore. The Ninth is as good as dead, and no one ever taught the youngest generation how to mourn. But for ten thousand years, the Ninth successfully lived in very close proximity to mundane natural death. It's fun to imagine what that looked like.
#the locked tomb#gideon the ninth#tlt worldbuilding#like.... the Ninth is based sort of on a medieval Christian monastary#in the small personal living quarters heavy emphasis on religion and communal living spaces#medieval monastaries were full of culture and gossip and functioned as a fairly close community#and when you factor in that the Ninth was hereditary and one of the commmunal duties was childrearing....#you get something much closer to a smallish tribe or clan#the prayer of the Locked Tomb has been passed down unchanged for almost ten thousand years#that takes INTENSE social cohesion and a strong commitment to cultural ritual#the amount of Ninth culture we will never know because we came in after their extinction event.... man....
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AITA for not trying to get my foster cats adopted?
So for some background, I (21 m) have worked at a cat rescue for a while. We’re pretty small and thus Always in need of fosters. I was hesitant to foster for a few practical reasons even though I’ve really missed living with cats, but then we found my two fosters. They were kittens, and really antisocial-so much so that my boss even thought they were feral at first. From the jump I had hope for them, and slowly worked with them at work until they (begrudgingly) let us handle them. Over a month went by and we still hadn’t found a foster for them, so finally i volunteered to take them home and set everything up for them.
Since then, they’ve made a LOT of progress-playing with me, letting me pet them, cuddling in bed with me at night, etc. they’re even getting better with other people, and definitely have a better chance of being able to meet potential adopters and adjust to new people and a new home. Problem is, I’ve gotten pretty attached. Especially because i was going through a REALLY difficult time just after i started fostering them, and taking care of them and helping them grow was one of the only things that kept me going. I’m also worried that after bonding with me they’ll be scared and re-traumatized being suddenly moved into a new home with new people. They feel like children to me.
If I could adopt them right now, I would-but there are 2 material problems. First is that I’m still living at home, and my mom agreed to let me foster but is Vehemently against the idea of me having my own cat. I’m planning to move out this year so this is temporary, but it will be at least 6-8 months until I’m settled in my own place (which I already know I’ll be able to have cats in). Second is that my current job is my only job, and it doesn’t pay enough or give me enough hours that I can cover vet costs on my own. Food and litter and other expenses are fine, but my job covers the vet care as long as I’m fostering and wouldn’t once I adopt. Again, temporary as I’m looking for a second job anyway, but I’m not sure when I’ll actually Have one and don’t want to adopt until I’m certain I can provide for them. It isn’t completely accurate to say I’m not trying at All to get them adopted-I put some great pictures of them on our website and wrote their bios myself, and I post about them on my socials all the time (which fosters are encouraged to do), but I know I could be doing more to promote them. I also selfishly am glad that they have as many issues as they do (being really nervous with new people + they have a Big problem with scent marking in new environments) because I know that when adopters do come to meet them I can bring up these issues and they’ll be less likely to go through with it-I’m not trying to actively dissuade anyone, but I am reluctant to let them go and hoping they’ll stay with me until I can adopt them, which is definitely incentivizing me to do less than I could. I take good care of them but I’m still a little worried that I’m the AH here if my reluctance is playing a part in preventing them from going home with someone who will have more money and more physical space for them right Now and who is already settled and ready to adopt a pet.
AITA?
What are these acronyms?
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anyway the royal woman "explains" everything to geralt, and suddenly he feels like an outsider all over again. he doesnt understand anything on land, all he's doing is holding jaskier back from his future. he feels stupid, for ever dreaming of a cottage by the sea with a prince. he decides to leave. jaskier sees him go, but isnt fast enough to stop him, is only fast enough to see a flash of scales as geralt regains his tail and hides away at the bottom of the sea.
jaskier visits the beach every day, hoping for geralt to come back, now that he knows geralt isnt just his friend, but also his handsome rescuer. and geralt knows because he hides by the dock, hoping to see jaskier finally moving on. but he doesnt.
geralt hides. he stays hidden. it's what's best for everyone, he reasons. he cries, merfolk tears turning to jewels on his cheeks. he feels foolish. he feels like he'll cry himself a whole new ocean.
he collects them all, takes them to yen to trade. they're very powerful and very rare, after all, a sea witch could do a lot with them. he manages to communicate to her-- his legs are gone but the deal still holds, he traded his voice-- that jaskier stays on the shore, that he cant live his life there. he wants yen to use her magic to make him leave, so he can move on and be happy with his fiancee. she considers his deal, then tells him to visit the beach in three days, when the sun is high overhead. she takes the gems.
she finds jaskier there. on the beach. and she makes him a deal, too. come to the beach in three day's time, when the sun is high and only when it's high, wearing two shirts and two pants. and he'll get the answer he seeks. he asks why she's doing this for him, and she says she's simply an interested party. and who is he to look a gift horse in the mouth?
when geralt arrives, the beach is empty. blessedly empty. his heart aches, because belonging and joy and a future has fled him, but at least jaskier can move on. he lays his head on the sand and rests.
a hand grabs his arm, tight. tight enough he cant slip away. his head jerks up and he sees jaskier, standing there, clinging to him like a lifeline. "geralt! it's you, it's really you! why did you leave me?" he begs
geralt twists and squirms, but he doesnt want to hurt jaskier, and he's at a disadvantage on his belly in the sand. it comes out, eventually. he signs that jaskier has a life. a future. "you cant stay on this beach forever. you have a fiancee. you'll be king." his face is screwed up in agony.
"oh geralt," he says, pets geralt's hair, pushes it out of his face. "that's not true at all." geralt's head whips around to stare at him. "im not engaged to anyone. and im too far down the line to gain the throne. what made you think that?"
geralt feels dumbfounded. betrayed. unthinkably foolish. "i dont understand." he signs, because he doesnt. he doesnt understand kings and princes and being the 8th son, he doesnt understand jaskier's eldest brother has a brood of children of his own, all of them more ready for the throne than jaskier will ever be. jaskier tries to explain, but mostly what it makes geralt get is that he was lied to, and he bought it. he wants to bury himself in the sand.
"geralt, darling, who told you all this? why did you think i was leaving you?" and geralt tells him, tells him about the royal who misled him, who wanted jaskier's hand and his position. and jaskier's face grows dark. "no. no, i wasnt promised to her. and i certainly never will be, now."
geralt's head is spinning. "it doesnt matter," he signs, "it's too late. you cant live your life stuck on this beach. i gave up my legs."
jaskier shakes his head. "of course i can. who cares about that?" jaskier says, breathless, "i always wanted a cottage by the sea."
and geralt cant help himself. he surges forward, lips meeting jaskier's. jaskier holds him tight, cradling his face so sweetly. its everything they wanted but have been denying themselves for so long
geralt doesnt know how, but when he pulls away he /knows/. he can feel it in his throat. merfolk sing to communicate, and he thinks back, remembers the tune they'd been singing on the ship before it capsized all that time ago. twists the words to make it his own he sings soft and sweet, a low murmur; "my heart is pierced by cupid / i disdain all glittering gold / there is nothing can console me / but my jolly sailor bold"
jaskier gapes at him. "his eyes are ocean waters / and his hair is like a foal's / i will follow where he leads me / wherever he may go"
"you-- your voice-- geralt, how" he starts, heart beating out of his chest, and geralt just shakes his head
"i have no idea. i just knew it was back."
"took you long enough to figure it out." yen says, and they both whip around to stare. she lounges back against the dock like she hasnt a care in the world. "honesty was all you needed to get back your voice."
"you set me up." geralt says, because she did.
"and it worked out for you." yen says, because it did.
"you know the sea witch?" jaskier asks, and they both snort.
"we're on again off again." yen replies dryly, "though it seems off again for the forseeable future." just to make them both turn red.
she removes a bottle from the bag she has slung around her hips. she holds it out to him. her eyes are softer then before. "merfolk tears. a powerful ingredient. since i did no magic here, i figure you could take back half the payment." geralt looks shocked. "plus a few other ingredients."
he takes it from her carefully. "you wont be a merfolk with legs if you drink this." she warns him. "you'll be human. your tail, your gills, the depths of the sea, will be lost to you forever. no going back."
he thinks about it for all of a few seconds before tilting his head back and swallowing it all. "that's what i figured." yen says quietly, a soft smile playing on her lips.
it hurts worse than the last time. scales slough off in so much bloody viscera, and jaskier's eyes well with tears as he holds geralt through it. yen stays for it all.
when it ends, finally, with geralt whole and human in jaskier's lap. there are scars on his legs, starting at his feet and running in a straight line all the way up to his crotch, as if his fin had been ripped in half. but he's whole, and he's human, and he kisses jaskier again. and again, and again, and again.
when they part for air, jaskier panting and geralt naked as the day he was born, jaskier's face lights up and he says "oh! that's why you told me to wear two!" he peels off one of two shirts to give to geralt, who looks at him quizzically. "i thought it was a magic thing, you sneak."
"it's a sort of magic." yen says, smiling slyly. "just remember, geralt-- you owe me for this." he nods in agreement, and she slinks back to the depths, the air too dry for her to stand much longer.
jaskier lends geralt a pair of pants as well, too tight but better than nothing. they walk back to the castle together, hand in hand. and in a few years' time, they get that cottage by the sea
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Hazbin Hotel Episode 7 blind blogging.
spoilers and whatnot.
BITCH YOU WERE HARMED!!! What? Vaggie saying that she didn't know angels could be harmed is insane. Maybe the thing that harmed you was used to kill that angel, how was that not an idea that popped into their heads?
I didn't have much to say until 4 and a half minutes in cuz it was mostly the clip that was already released. I was thinking about not even doing this until Charlie and Vaggie started talking about what to do about the angels.
Working back a bit cuz I guess I'm doing this now.
Pen petting the cat was cute. It's odd that none of the other hotel gang have questions about Vaggie being an angel. Like, she was down there killing sinners. For them to be alright with her, while Charlie, the one who is forgiving to an actual fault, is the one with the problem is odd.
Yeah, they're girlfriends, but Vaggie's reasoning is 100% something Charlie would roll over and accept no questions asked.
Anyway, I’ll add it hear, cuz why not, but like why isn’t Angel more invested in the redemption plan. Earlier in the season at least. Cuz proof or not, that would be the best way for him to get away from Val.
He’s only at the hotel so he doesn’t have to live with him, but if Angel could get into heaven, then that’s it. Now, knowing that no one knows how to actually get into heaven (if the hotel gang even know that yet), it makes sense that he’s not enthusiastic. But if not, then he should be a pushy about it as Charlie.
Okay back to the episode in progress.
Alastor's image in the window was a neat shot, loved that. Very curious to see what he wants Charlie to do for him.
Charlie never being to cannibal town kinda bothers me. Like she wants to redeem sinners, but she clearly doesn’t know much about them. As the princess of hell, she should at least care enough to know something like what region is the least violent or vaguely peaceful.
More children in hell, this continues to bother me. Also, I’m not found of Rosie’s voice. It isn’t bad, it just doesn’t seem to fit her.
How does not one know what Hell’s royalty look like? Like what is the point of the Morningstar’s being referred to as royals if it means nothing? They might as well be know as the oldest family in hell, it would have the same weight.
Carmilla, my girl is back on screen. And she proves my point. Being a princess of hell is not a title with any weight or power. Also, bold of Vaggie to thing she wasn’t going to get jumped the second she stepped outside.
My girl’s point out the facts, Charlie’s actions have only made things worse. Susan is me whenever Carmilla isn’t on screen.
Lol Charlie finally snapped.
First, Carmilla with her hair down, love that. Second, ITS AN ANGELIC SPEAR!?!? No one else caught that!?!? REally?
Vaggie swings around and angelic weapon and not only did she not think someone would notice, no one fucking noticed!
How did Vaggie not know that she could be harmed? Don’t the angels go through training or something, or is it whoever wants to be on the murder squad gets to go? What is the logic in this?
(monotone) oh wow I was right angelic weapons harm angels.
These characters are so stupid i hope heaven wins.
Not to doubt my girl, but how does Carmilla know this much about angels? It’s implied that none of them have been hurt or killed before, but she’s talking like she’d been doing this for a while.
Also, what is the point of Vaggie being an angel is she knows literal nothing about them and has to be taught how to fight against them.
I’m sorry, but no. The angels leave their spears lying around and NO ONE has ever taken one and tried to use it against them in self defense and succeed, ever? I refuse to believe that. The exterminations happen every year, not one ever had the idea to fight back using the angels own spears. In an environment were killing and fighting is the norm. Bullshit.
Song #1
An overlord of hell singing about how fighting for love is the key is kind of…off.
Her wings came back? Why? Because of love…does that mean she just didn’t love Charlie enough?
The song is flat and kinda boring. Visuals are alright, a lot of jumping around. But Carmilla’s on screen and I’m a simple critter, so 4/10 i guess.
Charlie just coming out and telling someone she just met that Vaggie is an angels feels dangerous. Like these guys have been killing sinners forever, like, people finding out should put a huge target on Vaggie’s back.
(Deep inhale) the song has not started yet, BUT if Charlie’s singing explanation works this time and the only reason it hasn’t in the past is because she’s been doing it to the wrong crowd, im going to loose it.
No, the problem wasn’t that she was delusional and didn’t thing her plan all the way through, its just she wasn’t doing it to the right sinners /s
Charlies problem of singing her way through things is going to be linked with Lilith isn’t it?
Song #2
Destiny did not pick her for anything. The problem she, and the rest of hell, is facing is caused by her direct actions. That’s not destiny, that’s cleaning your own mess.
The cannibals weren’t convinced by her singing, they just want to eat the angels. A think Alastor tells them. Why is charlie even here? He could have walked up that gazebo and asked if they wanted to try angel meat, they would have agreed and he’d be like cool but you have to fight for it. Like what?
Charlie is put off by the cannibal town wanting to murder, where does she think she is? Why does she think she’s recruiting them? They angels aren’t going to go away after a bit of push back, death is going to happen.
Her naivete is leaning towards stupid, she has not idea about anything.
She singing like she’s a leader, so are rosie and alastor, but they crowd isn’t even excited about defending hell or seeing new places, or whatever charlie is trying to say. They want angel flesh, that’s it. Charlie isn’t a leader her, she’s just a messenger for an idea that isn’t her’s. The hotel and hell being defended would just be a byproduct of the cannibals killing enough angel for their own goals.
And suddenly everyone is singing together about fight heaven for no reason.
She’s not going to question the wings at all? After all that moping and complain? No one in the crowd is going to react to an angel after just singing about killing them? Cool
Charlie and Vaggie aren’t going to talk things out at all?
Ending thoughts:
This episode (season) felt rushed. Not time to sit on anything. Not Vaggie being an angel. Not charlie or anyone prepossessing that. Not charlie finally convincing a larger group of people on her side, nothing.
These episodes needed to be twice as long or have twice as many at least. Nothing has saying power.
Besides defending all of hell, there’s isn’t any reason why the hotel gang couldn’t just evacuate the building and stay somewhere else if they were that sure angels couldn’t be stopped. They could have stayed with lucifer for a day, I doubt the angel bother him.
None of the accomplishments in the episode felt earned. Alastor gave charlie all the answers. Vaggie had to learn about the weaknesses of angels despite being one. She’s only been down there for three years, so it isn’t like she forgot overtime.
Neither of the songs were that good. Overall this is probably the worst episode for me.
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Thank you for answering my ask!
I can see Bruce and Maddie meeting because of Science and interestingly enough, Maddie and Jack have an open relationship. I don't know why but I do ( on the flip side Vlad will self-destruct on that revelation )
How do Ra's, Talia, and Bruce himself think about Danny, his powers, and being the Ghost King? And Jack and Maddie who raised him?
Also, I find the thought hilarious if Bruce did have a 4th blood child( I'm counting Dani/Ellie ), it's freaking Marinette from Miraculous Ladybug, and JL, DP, and MLB are all on the same Earth.
Ironically Marinette was conceived the same way, drunken nightstand while in a high brow Gala in Paris with Sabine being a server, and shortly after that she met Tom, fell in live, and he raised her as his daughter.
At least Danny and Marinette can bond over them fighting fruit loops who should get a pet cat.
And the JL wasn't really on the up and up about what's going on in Paris because A) Everything gets fixed in the end and B) Kwami hijinks did a notice me not kind of Harry Potter spell until Constantine or Bruce starts poking around there. And C) Clockwerk may had helped keeping the secret because he owned the Kwami a favor.
Poor Damian once he finds out about that on top of still believing with his entire chest that Bruce + Selina = Dani will forever think that his Father, The Batman, is a Hoe 🤣
OH MY GODS THE CHAOS!!!!
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Vlad would be so mad! And he would bitterly be sitting in the corner at a gala in Gotham and Danny would SO rub it into his face like: “oh look at how cool my second DAD is, dont you think so Vlad???” With the smuggest smirk anyone has ever seen on the boy. All the bats would be confused but Jazz (who is also there) is like: “don’t worry about it, Vlad deserves this.” Leaving the Batfam confused because this was Jazz—the voice of reason—Fenton. Then Elle would join in and just be fuckin brutal, “haha, bitch! bet you wish you were him huh?” And vlad storms off to sulk in peace. (Or try to anyway, there is no peace when there are ghost kids about!)
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Ra’s would be bitter that the ghost king wasn’t his heir but would ultimately try to obtain Danny as a resource. Talia would be ok with Danny being the ghost king because what better way to have her son be protected than have his half brother be the king of the dead as well as having an obsession dedicated to protecting the people he cares about. Bruce would be devastated that his eldest bio son died before he was able to meet him but would quickly move on when he realizes that it doesn’t change the fact that Danny is his bio son. Ra’s Talia and Bruce all agree that the Fenton’s are very interesting people to say the least.
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Tbh, Im not completely into the whole Miraculous x DC x Danny Phantom crossover. But I do vibe with the whole, Danny and Marinette bonding over having to fight crazy adults that need therapy. Also its Wayzz that Clockwork owes a favor to and he just puts Paris in its own little time bubble where time flows normally but the outside world is just getting signals from alternate reality Paris where nothing wins wrong.
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Dani/Elle: “HA- your bio-dads a whore!”
Dami: “shut up!”
Danny: “your my clone so he is technically your bio-dad too.”
Danny/Elle: “HA- our bio-dad’s a whore!”
Marinette: “I don’t know how I got into this situation, I just want to draw in PEACE???”
And as said before, there is no peace when there are ghost children about. (Also batkids)
#danny phantom#danny fenton#miraculous ladybug#marinette dupain cheng#dc x dp#dc x dp x mlb#mlb x dp#mlb x dc#ghost king danny
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Eric and Charlie, 133: “please never stop smiling.” Eric rambling/infodumping, seeing Charlie smiling at him
I went a liiiiittle off script because of the erlos art you posted in the stuad but I think you'll forgive me!!
This little ficlet includes the following OC's
Charlie/Carlos, who is mine
Eric, who belongs to @sentient-trash
Roger, who belongs to @stobinesque
The three of them are lichrally husbands :)
This little ficlet also includes and was ultimately fully inspired by art drawn by @sentient-trash so AAAAAAAAH
anyway, tagging the scromies: @theheadlessphilosopher @wormdebut @steddieas-shegoes @vampeddie @patchworkgargoyle @scarcrossdlvrs @starryeyedjanai @vecnuthy @sidekick-hero @stobinesque
and @wynnyfryd you liked the cute line from my sickest, sexiest line post and [gestures] here's the ficlet if you wanna read it
Eric jumped as he felt cool, wetness against his chest, his words stumbling as he opened his eyes and peered down at his husband. They were cuddled up in Eric’s bunk on the bus, Charlie laying on his stomach between Eric’s legs and wrapped around him in a koala hug. They’d been talking, snuggling and petting each other tenderly while they did.
Well, Eric had been talking about cars, infodumping really and he knew most of it flew over Charlie’s head. But the man never complained, never asked to change the subject, just let Eric talk and talk and talk until he exhausted himself. It was a little intense, at first, when they started playing with the idea of getting together, having Charlie’s undivided and content attention, the way he would ask relevant questions to keep the conversation going. It was especially intense the first time when Eric finally ran out of things to say and Charlie just sighed happily and said, “You’re so smart, mi amor.”
No one, least of all anyone Eric had dated, had ever said that to him after he talked at them about cars for what was sometimes hours.
Tonight, it was like most performance nights; they performed and since they had to get to the next city before any of the soonest flights, they were driving straight there. He and Charlie had their own bunks, but they almost never actually slept apart. They would curl up in one of the bunks and talk, usually Eric doing most of it, until one or both of them started yawning too much to talk around.
What was different this time was that, somehow, Eric missed when Charlie began to doze off.
Now, Charlie was well and truly asleep, his eyes flickering behind his eyelids and part of Eric’s shirt caught between his lips and teeth while he sucked on it. It was one of Charlie’s sweetest little quirks, in Eric’s opinion, and it was literally the only reason Eric was wearing a shirt at all. Normally, he slept without a top on, but for Charlie he could easily tolerate the discomfort.
Overcome with how much he adored the man wrapped up in his arms— the love of his life, one of the best things that ever happened to him, the father of his future children, his husband— Eric dipped his head to press a gentle, lingering kiss against Charlie’s forehead and held his mouth there, sighing contentedly.
The shutter-click of a polaroid camera broke the quiet of the bus and Eric looked up, a bit startled. Standing at the mouth of the little hall of bunks, a bit sheepishly as he shook the picture as it developed, Roger smiled down at them. Looking around, Eric realized that at some point the bus had stopped. Since when had the bus stopped moving? Was he really so lovestruck over his husband that he failed to notice the bus coming to a stop and turning off?
“I just pulled over to use the bathroom,” Roger explained in a whisper as if reading Eric’s thoughts, crouching at the edge of the bunk to reach in and stroke a hand over Charlie’s hair. “Decided to check on my boys before getting back on the road. Saw the cutest damn thing in the world and had to take a picture.”
Eric grinned at the older man, squeezing Charlie a bit. “Yeah, and what was that?” he asked cheekily.
“S’pose you can see for yourself,” Roger replied, holding up the picture.
It was truly one of the most breathtaking photos of Charlie that Eric had ever had the pleasure of seeing. He looked serene, angelic even as he slept, sucking on Eric’s shirt with the corners of his mouth curled up. Eric knew that was just part of the sucking motion, that it wasn’t actually a smile, but he liked to think that it was. That Charlie was so happy that he was grinning even in his sleep.
“Damn, that is the cutest damn thing in the whole world,” Eric agreed, squeezing Charlie again.
“Y’both are,” Roger said firmly, leaning to kiss Eric chastely on the lips.
There was a little huff between them, and when Roger and Eric looked down, Charlie’s hazel eyes were open, droopy and heavy with exhaustion, but he was smiling.
“Where’s m’kiss?” Charlie mumbled sleepily around his mouthful of Eric’s shirt before dropping it with a frowny little mlem and wiping his lips.
“Holy shit, sometimes I want to squeeze you so tight your head pops off,” Eric confessed around a laugh, tilting Charlie’s face up with a finger under his chin until their lips met, soft and sweet and perfect.
When they pulled apart, Roger used his hand in Charlie’s hair to guide him into a kiss that was a bit deeper, more searching than the one Eric had received from the older man. When they separated, Charlie looked a bit dazed, and possibly for more reasons than just exhaustion. If only they weren’t on the bus, Eric would’ve happily ran with that inkling of arousal.
“I’d better get back up front. Goodnight, Carlos,” Roger sighed, kissing Charlie again, chaste and sweet. Then he pressed another kiss to the corner of Eric’s mouth as well and murmured, “’Night to you as well, Eric.”
“’Night, Roger,” Eric replied, grinning as Charlie mumbled a little, “Goodnight, Rog.”
When Roger stood back up with a little groan, he closed the little curtain over the mouth opening of the bunk, plunging Charlie and Eric into more proper darkness.
With a sigh, Eric reached up to hit the switch on the fairy lights he put up, filling the enclosed space with soft, orange lighting that made it look like Charlie’s big, hazel eyes were full of stars. He loved him so much, Eric wanted to cry and dance and sing about it, but instead he just stooped to kiss the tip of Charlie’s nose, shaking a delighted little giggle out of him.
“Please, never stop smiling,” Eric breathed as he pulled back to meet Charlie’s eyes in the dim lighting.
Charlie’s grin twitched with his confusion, but it didn’t falter. “Okay, I’ll try,” he promised, shifting upward along Eric’s body to tuck his head under his chin, lips pressed against his throat. “Same goes for you, though.”
Eric laughed and squeezed his arms around Charlie tightly. “Keep this up, and that should be easy to do,” he said, kissing the top of Charlie’s head and relishing in his contented sigh.
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Everything You Know
"Transcription will show interviewer as agent Roque. Time is 0832 hours, interview room 01. Conducting interview of agent Rouge on subject of Mobians and relevant threat assessment per the interests of new administration. Also present is G.U.N. Commander"
"How much longer are you going to keep a lady waiting?"
"Um."
"Proceed, agent Roque."
"Yes sir."
"I'm all yours, hon."
"Right. Agent Rouge; you stated before that you have intel on active Mobians that G.U.N. might find useful."
"I'm the best there is."
"Various teams have already performed thorough research"
"Oh, I'm sure you have a file for everyone. Even little old me, don't you?"
". . ."
"That's our thing. But those files are still works in progress, and I think you've stalled out for a while."
". . ."
"What information do you have?"
"First, the Chaotix."
"That's an agency consisting of one Vector the crocodile, Espio the chameleon and Charmy bee."
"Frankly, the three of them together are nearly as adept at gathering intel as G.U.N.'s whole intelligence branch."
"What sort of resources do they have access to?"
"Ours make theirs look almost analog; which just speaks to how skilled they are."
". . ."
"Don't frown, Commander; I said nearly. They're not as good as me."
"And individually?"
"Vector's deceptively organized. No one would think it by looking at him, but his attention to detail is second to none. Espio can fully control his camouflage at will and claims he's a trained ninja. I've never seen him kill before, but then, most people don't see me, either."
". . ."
"And Charmy?"
"He's six."
"And?"
"He's six. What more do you want? I'm not doing a detailed report on any children."
"Does that include"
"My cutoff is seven years old."
". . .Does that include Cream the Rabbit?"
"Nauseatingly sweet. Jot that on a post-it for your files."
"All right; let's move on, then."
". . . those kids can fly carrying upwards of 400 pounds. . ."
"Excuse me?"
"Never mind, big boy. You were saying?"
"Right. Let's see. Amy Rose; her name has appeared on an impressive number of reports."
"Ha! I'm not surprised. That girl basically fears nothing, or at least no authority of any kind. She's got an odd kind of charisma that somehow draws others into helping her. Nothing like mine, of course, but I'm a bit more selective about who I work with."
"I'm seeing several counts of criminal activity here."
"All null and void per the last administration, hon. She's been good as far as the law's concerned since then. No telling how long that'll last."
"And how would you assess her through the lens of being a possible threat?"
"Hard to know; like I said, there's no telling what she might pursue next. If any of her goals brought her in contention with G.U.N. though, I doubt that would stop her trying."
"What about this friend of hers, a Big the Cat?"
"Seriously? We've got one for him? He's a teddy bear. Literally only cares about his pet frog and good fishing. He's nil as a threat to anyone except tuna."
"Okay. Just a few more"
"Let me guess. Knuckles the Echidna."
"Do you have anything on him?"
"Amateur treasure hunter. Militant, dedicated to his job; which keeps him out of most of the business we're interested in anyway, since he lives on a floating island. By my estimate, he's the strongest thing alive."
". . . !"
"Not that he can't be handled. Insofar as we'd ever need to handle a recluse."
"Is he really an echidna?"
"He seems to think so."
"Thank you. That just leaves"
"Little fox boy for last, hm?"
"Uh."
"Tails, birth name Miles Prower. The reason my cutoff age is seven; he's at least as smart as Eggman, if not more so. Kid works with less of a budget than the Chaotix and he can still build better aircraft, mechanical units and weaponry than the Doctor. If he wasn't such a goody-two-shoes, I might want to teach him a few things myself."
"That's quite a statement."
"And not a word of exaggeration."
". . ."
"That's everyone, huh, stud?"
"Actually"
"Thanks for this little date, Roque; would've been more fun with some wine and sans chaperone."
"Agent Rouge, I have to ask"
"That's me clocked out for the day, boys; you know where to find me."
"Sonic the Hedgehog."
". . ."
". . ."
"Of all active Mobians, any information on him is the highest priority. What have you got on him?"
"Commander."
"Agent Rouge."
"I believe it would be in G.U.N.'s best interest for me to keep hold of my intel on subject Sonic the Hedgehog."
". . ."
". . ."
"Very well. That will be all."
Creak.
Slam.
"Sir?"
"She's right, agent Roque; she is among our best. That's why we have a file on her in the first place."
- - - - -
Rouge sighed, rolling out her neck and flexing her wings once the door shut behind her. G.U.N. used exactly the same chairs in their interview rooms as in their interrogation cells, and they left her stiff if she sat too long.
No doubt the nerds working on a contingency plan for Sonic would be crying again tonight, but it wasn't her problem. There really wasn't much to learn about him anyway.
She could have told them that his friends-particularly the girl and his pocket genius-were the nearest he had to any kind of vulnerability or weak point, but at best it was a moot point. At worst, G.U.N. would do far more harm than good with the information.
She'd pieced together herself what Eggman must've figured out years ago:
The consequences for going after Sonic's so-called "weak points" weren't worth any prize.
Rouge tucked in her wings and made her way down the hall. All told, it hadn't been the way she wanted to spend her morning, but it'd been necessary. The new administration had been acting a little shifty toward Mobians compared to the previous.
Volunteering for a verbal report would put her-and if only by proxy, Shadow and Omega-into G.U.N.'s good-or at least neutral-books.
It'd also serve as a reminder of just how skilled she was; and how much damage she could cause on the way out if need be.
Best of all, doing so had cost her next to nothing save a few shiny tidbits.
She might've given G.U.N. all they knew about Mobians.
But she'd hardly given them all she knew.
@generic-sonic-fan
#Rouge the Bat#Sonic#Bollywood Anti Heroine#G.U.N.#GUN Commander#ficlet#I spent all afternoon on this#fanfic#This is halfway a response to another dialogue-only ficlet-ish Measly posted a while back#Bout what a new POTUS and the GUN Commander might talk about#Daily reminder#Rouge the Bat is not to be fucked with#She's observant
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Lille’s Aging Mod - Now with Infants and Pets!
Behold, I live! And I mod! Been a while hasn’t it?
Anyways, with the Infant Update out now my old Aging Mod was in dire need of an update.
This is that update. In the nearly 7 years since I made the original, EA has tinkered with the aging on their end, added pets that I never made changes for and generally changed things about behind the scenes, so I remade the entire thing from scratch.
Details, Numbers, Reasons, and of course, the download link, under the cut!
As with the old version, this Mod changes sims’ and now also pets’ lifespans to something I find more reasonable/useful. Since there is now 3 differently tuneable Lifespans (Short, Normal, Long) as opposed to the old Normal + Multiplier System, I figured I’d combine my personal setup with 2 fairly popular setups I am used to from Sims 2: 1 sim day=1 year and Gestational Based Aging, where 1 sim day = 3 months, based on pregnancy length.
Here’s what is getting changed to what:
Sims:
Cats:
Dogs:
For my personal, aka the “Normal” Lifespan settings I wanted my sims to live longer, have more time for fun things, friends and dating, while also preventing the awkward situation I used to frequently run into where my sims would not get to meet their grandkids because they turned into elders in the middle of their kids being children/teens. I also added a full 28 days to the YA lifespan instead of the like... 8 that EA added, so your sims can be young adults AND have the university experience, since getting your first degree always takes at least 3 weeks.
For both Day=Year and Gestational Aging I rather arbitrarily set the Age Up Milestones as follows:
Babies: 0-1
Infants: 1-3
Toddlers: 3-6
Child: 6-12
Teen: 12-18
YA: 18-32
Adult: 32-60
Elder: 60+ with a general life expectancy of 80
And for pets:
Kittens: 0-1
Adult Cats: 1-10
Elder Cats: 10-18
Puppies: 0-1
Adult Dogs: 1-9
Elder Dogs: 9-14
That should be all. I of course haven’t tested it extensively, so I might update/tweak as I go. Ya know, the usual for my things.
If you have any problems/suggestions/questions, feel free to let me know!
Now, to the good stuff:
DOWNLOAD(SFS)
22/07/2023 - Horses Update!
Now includes a file to adjust horse aging as follows:
On Short/Gestational I picked chose the following values:
Foal 0-4 years
Adult 4-24 years
Elder 24-30 years
Which is what google told me makes sense for horses, so we’ll go with that.
For normal I changed the values as follows:
Foal: 7(EA) -> 8
Adult: 50(EA) -> 52
Elder: 13(EA) -> 20
So not that much changed, but I haven’t really played with horses much yet so I don’t know if their lifespans will bother me.
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rping/rpc petpeeves for munday? 💀
i can think of a couple.
anon hate, as if we're not all adults here, to name one. the complete and utter lack of respect some people show toward other writers is just ??? it's nuts. another thing is activism within the rpc and the advent of twitter-esque dog-piling when someone doesn't get their way - most i've found either have good intentions and just get it wrong (sokay, we all learn) or are sort of using x cause as an excuse to bully and isolate people as if that's ever been okay or appropriate (bad faith; the 'cause' is a smokescreen that makes the person getting harassed look bad for defending themselves, which i don't and never have vibed with; i spent a lot of time in discourse circles and people who do this don't actually have any convictions, they're just being dicks because they know they can be and get asspats after). people who take things too personally too, because at the end of the day, this is a hobby and we're all human. we can't all talk to each other all day every day, it's just not feasible, and if it takes a week or more for someone to get back to you, it's most likely the exact opposite of intentional. i forget everything all the time, my notifications don't always work on tumblr or discord, there isn't enough time in the day in the first place, and like some i have children and am married, i'm severely time blind (i thought it was still februrary until last week) or otherwise have 800 different things to do at any given time. a lack of communication, at least from me, isn't ever personal, and i'd wager it's about the same for other folks too. sometimes i need to be reminded or nudged and i don't mind that as long as its respectful. yaddayadda.
also it's weird to me that just a couple of days or a couple of weeks of not talking or writing is enough for some people to unfollow, break off/drop roleplays, or whathaveyou. it's just...weird, to me. it shows an unwillingness to understand that someone else's life doesn't revolve around roleplay, and also impatience. i would understand maybe a month or so, but not anything before. my rp besties and i regularly take a few days, sometimes a few weeks to respond to each other's messages and there's no bad blood there. on this front, this is exactly why i'm as laid back as i am - take as long as you need to, i'm not going anywhere.
i have some probably unpopular opinions too, not just pet peeves, but i'll save those for another day. like if someone writes, idk, noncon, i'm probably not going to jump down their throat because a) i don't know them, b) i don't know why they're writing it, c) i probably never will, and d) i'm probably not seeing it on dash anyway since i block and filter tags. when i said this is a judgment free zone, i really meant it. it's not my place and i don't care anyway. write whatever you want? be it to cope or explore something difficult so you can understand it or something else so you can have fun. because i will, even if that's really just complicated romance with a fantasy backdrop. write whatever wish fulfillment and escapist nonsense you wanna write too, while we're here, because genuinely i'm tired of that being seen as a bad thing also. we've all written something someone hates for one reason or another, whether it be unrealistic or 'disgusting', so really all you can do is keep truckin' cos you can't please everyone and it's pointless to even try.
#☿ || Asks.#opinion /#/ the last one is either perfectly reasonable or bothersome but genuinely i just can't be assed to care. subject used was just an example#/ write whatever you want#/ stop bullying each other#/ don't rush each other#/ yadda yadda
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ORIGINAL TMNT ITERATION OCS AND INFO OR REFS SHEETS/WRITING FOR THE BOYS??? 👁👁
Shhh I have yet to figure out everything, but I'm getting there-
Buuuuuuut, I will give some basic info if you wish my dear friend Cherry :]
Donnie
Oldest out of him and his brothers (17)
Florida softshell turtle
The technical team leader, but Leo just says everything that he says but louder (he doesn't really care too much tho-)
Still got his low empathy from rise
Still the tech genius of the team, spends most of his time in the lab
5'9 (tallest he'll get is like 5'11)
Still uses his Bō staff
Really hasn't been the same after the "incident"
Mikey
Second oldest (16)
Painted turtle
The team parent, he's trying to keep everyone together and stop Leo and Raph from fighting 24/7. The one making sure Donnie gets some food most days since he never leaves his lab
Draws and cooks to help relax after a long day
ADHD baby
5'5 (tallest he'll get is like 5'9-5'10)
Still got his nunchucks
Doesn't like to think about the incident
Leo
Middle child and twin with Raph (both 13, will explain the middle child bit in a sec after I get done with Raph)
Still a Red-eared slider
Still the face man and "team leader" but bro's just a goof who tries to show off to every cute guy or girl he gets the chance to talk with (he's a horrible flirt)
team medic as well since I love the idea of him being all jokes then serious when someone gets injured pretty bad
5'6 (tallest he'll get is like 6'3)
Also got ADHD baby
Still got his katanas
Really too young to remember the incident other than bits and pieces
Raph
Middle child (13)
Green sea turtle
Really nice and kind to people who aren't family, but he can be a menace to his fam
Likes to cook with Mikey and take care of his pet cat that his little sister promptly names Snickers cuz the cat constantly made the sound when they found them
Loose canon on missions sometimes
5'7
ADD boy
He got both his tonfa and sai
With Leo on barely remembering the incident
Now, explaining the middle child nonsense. I have an oc that I made a bit ago names Amelia (named after Amelia Earhart since I really liek the history with her), she's the turtles baby sister. Do I have a drawing of her? No- no I don't. Will I have one at some point? No idea man, anyway info time for her
Amelia
Youngest (8)
Cape dwarf gecko/common dwarf gecko
Really sweet and loves to tinker with things, she'll soon become the mechanic and works on anything that Donnie doesn't have time for (*cough cough* turtle tank *cough cough*)
About 2'5 (so smoll, tallest she'll get is about 5'5)
She'll learn hand-to-hand combat when she's older, like boxing and stuff
Girl got a NASTY right hook
She was a baby when the incident happened
Now, this little incident that happened is the reason we don't got info for Splinter. What happened was Donnie and Mikey were out grabbing some groceries and were followed home by Bishop and his crew. They had gotten a few reports of turtle kids roaming around and needed to check it out. Needless to say, Splinter was captured and killed that night, but at least she (yes in this iteration she's their mom and not their dad) got her children out safe. They've been living in their new lair ever since.
But yeah! This is the basics! Hope you like em Cherry! :D
(Don't mind me also writing headcanons for Danny and Leo that I'll post later)
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DATE NIGHT,a request from Ele-sme. WARNING: Slightly Suggestive ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
-Jakes POV-
I finished weaving the net Tuk wanted so she could practice fishing with a couple of her friends. I was so happy that the kids were staying with Roxto tonight,I love em but it's been a while since Tiri and I had some time together. It's been a pain in the ass adapting but we're doing it,Ronal still doesn't like us but that might be because Tiri decided to piss her off by using Rai'wa,her new Ikran,to show off when she was spear fishing and learning to use an Ilu. Ronal was NOT happy to say the least, Tonowari thought Neytiri was was impressive so he agreed Tiri could use Rai'wa instead of an Ilu. Lo'ak and Kiri bragged to Ao'nung for a week just to tick him off it worked given Kiri called him some very creative human insults he didn't get, Lo'ak did and laughed his ass of at Ao'nung's confusion at Kiri's insults. Neytiri had scold them cause I couldn't open my mouth without laughing, Kiri may be a scientist daughter but being a daddy's girl her whole life lead to a marines mind for insults. Either way,now that I'm done I can set up my suprise for Tiri.
-Neytiri's POV-
I came out of the water with Rai'wa and grinned. The Metkayina children enjoyed watching me spear fish with Rai'wa,it was nice they thought I was nice and, appreciate, thought I was cool. Rai'wa liked the fishing to,good thing we practiced this with Ikeyni,She taught me soon after i got Rai'wa. Ikeyni is a very kind person and amazing Ally to my people,I was very happy when she came to us offering to be an ally. I got to the beach and laughed,the kids surrounded me everytime to tell me how cool they thought what I could do with Rai'wa was. After I got away from the kids,I headed to gathering berries and some fruit from the small forest on the island. I wonder what Ma Jake meant by suprise this morning.
-This Morning-
"Good morning,Baby"Jake said
Neytiri chuckled and rolled over looking at her husband
"Is there a reason you have decided to wake me by pulling my tail,hmm?" She asked. Jake laughed and kissed her throat and she giggled and rolled over facing Jake and pushing Jake while he kissed her neck repeatedly to mess with her.
"Because I wanted my gorgeous wife in a good mood when she woke up"Jake said kissing her throat again making her laugh and press her forehead against his.
"I got a surprise for you tonight,Baby"Jake said before they left for clan duties that morning. Jake gave Neytiri a kiss and left her curious,she was wondering all day what his suprise was going to be
-Jakes POV-
Alright. Everything for mine and Tiri's night is set. So no-
"And speak of the gorgeous devil" Neytiri chuckled and wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed against me. I laughed a little "Have a good day,Baby?"I asked her. "It was a normal day. Now since my dear husband has decided to leave me curious all day,what is the suprise you mentioned this morning?"She asked smiling, showing off her pretty fangs. Follow me and don't open your eyes"I told her. She smiled and cocked what would be her eyebrow if she had any,but she listened and i took her hand leading her to the hot spring i found the other day.
-Neytiri's POV-
I closed my eyes and let Ma Jake lead me to wherever he decided to take me tonight. We walked for a while,I heard leaves rustling so I know we're in the Island Forest and quite far in with how long we've been walking. I wonder what Ma Jake has planned, maybe a... Picnic he calls it,or maybe we are spending time swimming but we could do that by the Marui. Jake stopped after a minute more of walking and said "Open your eyes on up,Baby Doll" I smiled,they may be sky people pet names,but they are also Jake pet names. I enjoy whatever he calls me,I opened my eyes anyway. My eyes widen and I'm fairly sure I gasped a little. There was a large hot spring surrounded by the bioluminescent forest and flowers around the pool. There were flower petals in the water and things Jake called "towels",I don't mind them because they keep you warm when you get out of the water. It was beautiful,the flowers used to bath were in a bowl. I smiled and looked at Jake,my tail was swishing around, almost wagging. Jake smiled at me and said "Wanna take a bath with me,Baby?" I giggled and hugged him,he wrapped his arms around me as well. I took off my top and my loincloth,the water was deep. I stepped into to water and slowly slid into it sighing with a smile,it was warm.
-Jakes POV-
I watched Tiri take off her top and loincloth, Christ all mighty she was more gorgeous than Eywa,I copied her and got into the water. She was smiling,it was her rare smile,the one she gave me when we mated under Eywa. I sat on a rock that was under the water, Neytiri sat between my legs and leaned back against me. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and put my head on her shoulder. After a bit I used one of the flowers from the bowl and soaped up my hands,then I started washing Neytiri's hair
-Neytiri's POV-
I smiled when Ma Jake started washing my hair. It was nice, touching someones hair is very intimate and special to us Na'vi, because our Kuru's are there. But I trust ma Jake,He is my husband,my mate,my lover,the father of my children...My everything, Just like I'm his. I just leaned against him and let him wash my hair, even after my hair was thoroughly clean I still sat there and let him keep up. "Your so cute when you purr, Sweet Girl"Jake tells me. I turn bright purple and my ears flutter up,he ONLY calls me that when he's trying to get me bothered.. Unfortunately it also means I'm teased all night. "not funny" I huff at him,He just laughs and kisses my neck, right on a bite mark he left last time. I shivered gently,then I smiled a little and pulled away dunking under the water and rinsing the soap out. I stand up leaving only my lower legs under the water and smirk slightly at Ma Jake,my tail curls in a way that gives me away.
-Jakes POV-
I groaned and covered my eyes. Jesus Christ Neytiri was fuckin gorgeous. "Keep that up and I might have to punish you,Sweet thing"I told her and looked at her smirking. She was smirking slightly to
"Or else what,Ma Jake? How will you punish me?"She grinned standing in front of me and leaning into my face. Christ i love it when she gets sassy,I chuckled and pulled her into my lap and slapped her thigh "I'll turn that pretty little blue ass purple,Baby" I told her smirking,She yelped a little and arched her back a little. I smirked and said "Not so sassy with me anymore huh, Sweet thing?" She looks at me with her cheeks bright purple and her lips parted slightly. I grab the back of her neck gently and pull her into a hard kiss,she melts instantly and pushes her hands into my dreads. Her tail is making ripples in the water and mine is curled around her ankle. I trace my hand up her kuru and gently tug the base making her moan into my mouth. We pull apart and I smirk, gently rubbing the base of her kuru. We're both panting and her pretty face is all purple. We kiss again, longer this time and she pulls away to moan softly when we connect our Kuru's...Yeah,God it's been to long since we got some time together.
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oh yeah I skipped G/t July #13: Banter
“I’m gonna go talk to her.”
Hiro made a face. “It’s probably a waste of time, Santiago. We’re only here as set dressing anyway.”
This wasn’t my first time at a gala with giants, but it was close. No way was I naive enough to assume the humans were allowed in because they liked us. We were their servants, after all. Less, really. The giants had their own giant servants who worked the kitchens and did their laundry and raised their children. We only stood up a little past their ankles and would only get in the way. Our real purpose here was to watch the giants enjoy their party, way up there in the sky, witnessing just how useless we were in comparison.
I punched Hiro lightly on the shoulder but didn’t take my eyes off my prize. “I told you. I’m going to do something about the relocation.”
“And how many relocations have you stopped so far?” Hiro countered. “Hell, how many have any of us stopped? We’ll do what we’ve always done. We’ll move. We’ll resettle. We’ll live on.”
“Who is this ‘we’ you’re talking about?” I said. “You and I get offices near the main gate. Giants are very careful not to step on us. You forget my parents are helots.”
Hiro still seemed unconvinced. “Well, if you’re going to go about it, you’re doing it wrong, talking to one of the women. Governor Cheosh isn’t even here.”
“I know that. But she is,” I said, pointing out my target.
“Her?” Hiro squinted to take in the sight, even though like all other giants she wasn’t hard to miss. “Doesn’t seem like the ruling type.”
“I know that too. Probably approaching her thirtieth year. Unmarried. Childless. Doing clerical work - a secretary, if you will. But she has her uncle’s ear, I’ll bet.”
The giants were kind enough to provide a ledge of sorts for us littles to walk around on. It was also practical, and kept us from ending up underfoot and getting stomped for no reason. As I mentioned to Hiro, the giants generally wanted us peris alive. It was a lot of work to train up replacements. So here we were, Hiro, myself, and the rest of my team, witnessing what amounted to little more than a ribbon cutting for the factory that would displace our families, watching from the safety of our specially designed ledge about a hundred feet off the floor.
My target was Arajeva, the governor’s niece. As for why a giantess of her age was unmarried and childless, especially one in her family, no one knew. At least her uncle was a bit more tolerant than some of the other governors and actually let her out of the house. Humans didn’t really get to speak with the giant women, or really anyone outside of our assigned guardians, but we had seen enough to know that the ones who went to the same parties as us were very concerned with finding husbands. Arajeva was not like that at all. I had seen her once or twice before, always standing away from the group. She was fine looking enough, though with giants it was always too easy to pick apart their flaws since those flaws were twenty times too big. Yes, she was a little doughy, a little reticent, a little standoffish with men. So what? It wasn’t like I was into her.
“I don’t have a cat to pet, if that’s what you’re looking for,” I said once I had gotten close to my target.
She was leaning against a wall by herself at the moment, watching the others mingle. I don’t think I’d ever been this close to one of the giants’ faces before. Well, not a giant woman, anyway. Not that there was any difference to me whether the enormous boot on my neck was worn by a boy or a girl. If the giants even let their women wear boots.
“What do you mean?” she said, with only the slightest hint of an accent. She still wasn’t looking at me.
Despite myself I blushed. What was I doing? This was the kind of opening I’d give a shy girl back home, a human girl. You know, someone small enough to actually pet a cat. “You know how people are at parties?” I said, scratching at the back of my neck while I thought of a way to explain it. “You just seem like an introverted person, and introverts at parties are always leaving to go find the dog or the cat to play with. Because keeping company with animals is always better than keeping company with humans. If you’re shy, that is. Or whatever. Anyway, I was trying to say that I don’t have a cat, but now that I think of it that doesn’t make sense because this isn’t my house, so even if I did have a cat…” I trailed off. It sounded even stupider when I tried to explain it.
“You talk a lot for a human,” she said. “Is that normal?”
“Yes? No. It depends.”
“I am Arayjeva,” said the giantess, finally looking at me. Her dark green eyes were half-closed and studying me. “But you knew that, if you’ve kept your wits about you. Everyone who works with my uncle knows who I am.”
“Santiago,” I said. “I’d shake your hand, but I wouldn’t want to get yours dirty. It’s not often the governor’s family graces us with their presence.”
Arajeva looked like she wanted to roll her eyes at me but she managed to keep a straight face. “It’s not often that the governor’s family has nothing better to do,” she replied.
I forced a chuckle. “You speak English very well.”
“Thank you.”
“I find most giants struggle to get their tongue around it.”
She smirked. The twitch of her lips startled me a bit, forcing me to notice her huge mouth, big enough to swallow me whole. “I don’t find many things to be a struggle to get my tongue around. Besides, it’s not much effort to learn your little language. Most of you, uh, humans find our words much too large for your little tongues to swallow.”
“You’ll find, madam, that I am not one to swallow my words,” I said, returning her smirk and trying not to think too hard about how dangerously close I was standing to a giant I wasn’t sure was concerned with my well-being.
Arajeva raised an eyebrow in mock surprise. “Oh? That’s rather common, I think, to find men who do not swallow.”
“So what brings you over here to our neck of the woods?” I asked, my face feeling strangely hot. I really needed to control this conversation and get her to find me endearing, at least enough to garner some sympathy with her family. So far it looked like she was the one trying to work me. “So to speak. What brings you to our little party?”
“Oh, but it’s a long story,” Arajeva said disinterestedly. “You wouldn’t be interested.”
I put on my best smile. “Try me. I am capable of taking much longer stories than most people assume.”
Her mouth turned up in a slight smile. “It’s quite the tale.”
“A tall tale, is it?”
“A big tale, I think. Far too large to go into tonight.”
“Then it’s best we leave it for now,” I said, stroking my chin, “or I might be swallowed up in your tale. Surely there was some other social gathering you’d much rather be at?”
“There is,” she said, her voice flat. “Much like you would rather be somewhere else, perhaps talking to a woman your own size.”
“Oh, but that’s boring,” I replied as quick as I could. “I’d much rather find a conversational partner I can look up to.”
“Here, I’ll crouch for you.”
I put the back of my hand to my forehead and gasped dramatically. “You honor me, my lady.”
“Enjoy it,” she said. “Being addressed by a lady is an honor you seldom receive.”
“Then I will treasure this honor and remember it forever, miss Arajeva.”
“And I will remember…”
“Santiago,” I said, sure to speak clearly.
“Santiago,” she repeated, smiling genuinely, her dimple the size of my head. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I must go. My uncle may require me to get out of his house for these things but he doesn’t tell me how long I must stay.”
“Ah, but if you go, who will I talk to?” I said with mock sadness.
Arajeva shrugged. “You can always talk to the cat.” Then she turned to go.
All at once I realized how tense my body was. I relaxed my muscles and flexed my hands. Still my heart was racing and I felt a strange buzzing feeling in my chest. I needed to get back to the others, back to my people. Hopefully I had planted a seed with her, or something. Hopefully she would think about me at the right time later.
And I hoped I would see her again.
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Goddess of Muspelheim || GOW Ragnarök
Heimdall x OC
-> Chapter 2
*Chapter 3 || Baldur*
There was no denying that they didn't get along very well, but they were doomed to each other's presence. Well, at least in theory, because Heimdall seemed to have made plans to stay away from Amaris for as long as possible.
That day, he said it was a great time to visit his pet. He seemed much nicer to him than to people...
"Gulltoppr...! Who loves me very much? Yes, you love me very much!" she stopped when she saw him walk over to him and pat the animal on the side.
"You prefer... Animals?" she asked uncertainly, not knowing what to do with herself. She was about to ask if they needed a moment alone, but she didn't only because that's what he probably wanted - to get rid of her.
"What's up with that empty head, kid?" She said nothing as he turned to her.
Because what was she supposed to say? She didn't feel confident enough to question his... Likes? Taste? Besides, he'll probably figure out what she meant anyway, and...
"Okay, now you made me laugh!" Of course he started laughing at her right after he read her mind or guessed what she was talking about. "And when they said that children are extremely creative, I didn't believe them!" He shook his head, still laughing. "But I'll satisfy your curiosity so you don't accidentally imagine some dirty things in your limited mind. Animals are so much better than humans: They don't lie, they don't cheat, they are always straightforward in their actions." and they are easily controlled... "Yes, that too."
"Is there any moment when you don't read my mind?"
"When you're silent, but not long enough to concentrate on some complicated scenario in your head, sunshine. Any other maybe smart questions?" He clasped his hands in front of him, leaning in slightly and smiling too sweetly.
"I want a ride!" A grimace appeared on his face, which appeared so often in her presence. He pursed his lips a little and closed his eyes for a moment, then sighed heavily and looked up at the sky.
One of them won't survive her time in Asgard, and he wasn't going to be the one to say goodbye to life. One fine day, he'll get over his nerves and gag her, tie her to a pole, and finally rest in peace.
Animals are definitely better than humans or gods. First of all, they aren't complicated. True, they can have character, but they don't annoy that much.
Heimdall didn't like Amaris, she was... Well, mostly too positive and lively. For a while, he considered having some races to get her to run around in a field and leave him alone for a while.
But basically, he really had nothing against her. She even amused him at times how she would start arguing with him, and then when she couldn't come up with a good answer, she would get offended. She always seemed to have clear intentions, but what else could he expect from a fourteen-year-old?
Only when she grows up he'll find out how she really is and form a complete opinion about her.
"Or would you rather spend time with my dear little brother Baldur, hm? He will definitely find himself in babysitting." he offered, resenting the fact that Amaris began petting his animal.
"You said you love taking care of children. And Gulltoppr likes me." she replied with a shrug. "You could give me a tour around Asgard, you're not doing anything anyway."
Please, someone give me patience. A lot of patience.
"You didn't think there was a reason for that? Maybe...”
"Are you old and tired of a boring life?" She cut him off, turning to face him again. Seeing how he was probably counting to ten in his head again so he won't hurt her, she smiled sweetly. "Please, take me on a trip! If you're so smart, show off your knowledge!"
"I can already see your interest in the history of Asgardian architecture, for example." He replied skeptically, eyeing her carefully.
"If you tell me something interesting, maybe I'll tell you something too, about my realm."
"What new can you tell me, child?" He still had the same expression. Why did she care so much? Did she really just want to spend time on productive things with him somehow? It's hard for him to believe...
"I'm sure there will be something..." She lowered her gaze only realizing that it might be hard for her to surprise him with anything. Then she came up with another idea, something she was sure he'll like. "Or... I will be quiet for the rest of the day?"
"Really?"
"Aside from the fact that if I want to learn something, you should appreciate it. Especially since I want to learn it from you." she pointed out, lifting her head to meet his penetrating gaze.
He stared at her for a long time, considering all the possibilities in his mind. He didn't like being a teacher, and personally felt he wasn't very good at it. Anyway, just like at babysitting.
Finally, he sighed heavily and spoke up, presenting his proposal.
"We'll do this... We'll go for a ride and maybe I'll tell you something interesting, but since I have something to do afterwards, I'll leave you with my brother for a while, hm? Won't you cry, sunshine? May be?"
"Yes!" She tried to come closer and hug him in her excitement, but Heimdall quickly took a step back. "No touching, yeah... 'I'm not a cuddly'" she said, trying to imitate his voice as she walked away towards Gulltoppr. She didn't notice it, but those words made Heimdall smile, barely noticeable, but still.
Let it be, make her a day of kindness to animals, let her remember at least one day, however well. Even so, that morning, for fun, when she wasn't looking, he moved her cup on the table so that, turning around, she nudged it with her elbow and splashed herself.
So... Let's say it's compensation for a shirt and pants that had to be washed.
By the way, it was even quite nice to see that someone was happy because of him. He was used to rather hateful looks, so something like this was... An interesting change.
But he won't make much effort to make people rejoice over him. Not when they don't deserve it with their fakeness.
With a typical sigh, he helped her into the saddle, and soon after mounted the Gulltoppr himself, sitting behind her and grabbing the reins.
"Why am I sitting in the front?"
"First: I don't want to pick you up off the ground if you fall. And two: I don't want you touching me when you're in the back seat. Now stop complaining or I'm about to change my mind." She said nothing more, determined to enjoy the ride she had persuaded him to take.
* * *
As Heimdall mentioned earlier, he had to leave Amaris with his brother, Baldur, and go do something for the All-father.
Surprisingly, his brother had no problem with it, claiming that he would be happy to take care of the fourteen-year-old girl.
And it was like that...
When Heimdall returned, he found a sight that surprised even him. The teenager sat on Baldur's shoulders, using her fiery powers to roast the chicken that his brother held in his hands.
It was unprecedented, but he was literally at a loss for words. He stood there and stared at the whole scene, unable to process what was happening before his eyes.
"Something wrong, brother?" Baldur asked, turning with Amaris still perched on his shoulders. Since he felt no pain, he wasn't afraid to hold the chicken in his hands when the girl finished grilling it.
"No, I see you're getting along great." he replied, still confused. He'd expected a lot, even to find her gagged because Baldur couldn't take her talking, but...
That they get along? Seriously? He was surprised like never before.
"Jealous?" Baldur spoke again, a slight smile on his face.
"Never." Heimdall muttered in his usual tone of voice and started to walk away. Looks like he's off from being a babysitter for a while...
"But wait, we can share the chicken with you!"
"There's no need to! You don't have to give the brat back to me either, as long as she's in one piece and gone to bed by the ten o'clock!" he replied to his brother without even stopping. He just waved his hand and went in the direction only known to him.
He had to digest what he had just seen. Definitely.
"But ten in the morning or in the evening?" Baldur asked again, but got no answer, so he just shrugged. "What's the point of it anyway, right?"
For him, taking care of Amaris for the last few hours was even... Funny. Especially considering the powers the girl wields.
Perhaps he was already so desperately thirsty to feel anything that he pinned his hopes on this special fire?
"Mr. Grumbler will come himself if there's a problem." She replied with a shrug. In fact, she was even glad that Baldur would be taking care of her for a while longer today.
"I heard it!" Suddenly, they heard Heimdall's voice, which obviously hadn't gone that far...
~Author’s note~
Another chapter from the past 😄 Is Baldur right, his brother is... Jealous? 🤔 Maybe he's starting to like being a babysitter...?
-> Next chapter
-> general masterlist
-> God of War: Ragnarök masterlist
#heimdall#baldur#gow#god of war#god of war ragnarok#gow heimdall#gow baldur#god of war heimdall#god of war baldur#heimdall god of war#baldur gow
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Eithne Doherty
"Do yourself a favor children, know your limits"
Twisted from: Ronno(Bambi), Elias (The Ancient Magus Bride)
Nicknames: Mr. E(Malori, Sumire, Floyd,Jade), Shadow guy(Ace,Grim), Crazy guy who probably murdered people (Most students)
Age: 200
Race: Half Dear Fae, Half Shadow Fae
Profession: Practical Magic Teacher (Night Raven College),Sub P.E Teacher
Homeland: The Blairs
Voiced by: Ryota Takeuchi(Japanese),Austin Tindle(English)
Height:199
Flaws:I can be a bit temperamental. Others do say I have a strange morality but honestly I don't see it
Pet Peeves: Please pay attention in my class or I will have to curse you!
Favorite food: I always love a good cake!
Least favorite food: Beef stew is repugnant in my eyes
Hobbies: I love to research magic. What can I say? It's fun. I do wish to talk to Ms. Malori about her magic. If only Crewel would let me
Talents: Painting, archery,
Background
Eithne was born to a young shadow fae woman named Grace and a deer fae named Rise. He grew up adoring magic and its uses. He also had an interest in other worlds at an early age.
Personality
A man of strange morality, That describes Doherty well. He always seeks knowledge and secrets,and doesn't mind playing dirty. He is feared for his unpredictability and cunning. Though he can be reasoned with (bribed). He also cares for his students in his own way. He just tends to love them like a scientist loves a good experiment though he thankfully knows when to draw the line
Unique magic: "Here"
Only one, the only one All alone I am here all alone Here I am, on my own
This allows him to change his shape into whatever he wishes including other people. He can't copy the personalities of those he shifts into .
@shiningharmony @marrondrawsalot @danika-redgrave124 @kousaka-ayumu @writing-heiress@liviavanrouge @anxious-twisted-vampire @achy-boo @the-weirdos-mind @zexal-club @mangacupcake @abyssthing198
Trivia
Many think he's creepy due to his methods
Is the only one of the teachers who thinks the overbolts are interesting
As a boy,he once cursed a boy who liked the same girl. This drove her way. To this day,he doesn't understand why
Many students call him,"The Curser Doe" for his love of curses
Is the only teacher not to be told about Crescendo's homeland due to no one trusting him. He found out anyway
Many students fear him but others do like him enough like Floyd and Jade
See Malori and Malleus in a positive light
Is never allowed in the same room as Malori alone
A pretty good teacher, surprisedly. Just not exactly stable.
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