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koropukgoro · 1 year
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hello!!! do you have any tiny spike rambles? also how does everyone on the bebop interact with spike once they get used to him being tiny?
I HAVE... A LOT. A LOT OF THOUIGHTS AND RAMBLES AND HONESTLY ITS ALL JUMBLED INTO MY HEAD and i have a friend i ramble with... together...its silly! I have a lot of writing ideas too its just a matter of like, getting energy and finding out how to formulate it with proper intrigue. ALSO! i wanna draw more, but man, drawing is tough.
Sort of revolves around Spike. Obviously, but like, I am insane, and really want to contemplate things realistically to his character. I really really like Cowboy Bebop and I really like the relationships the characters have with each other and situations and how they reflect on them and waghghghgh <- is insane
But also I guess I just want it to feel like an actual canonical episode kinda like this COULD happen this is how they COULD react to it. Very silly for such a silly gt scenario I KNOW but I am insane. Established. Plus Spike as a character and how he struggles with his past and his stubborness vs his false easy-breezy attitude and taking what life gives him its so epic Ilove internal character conflict and how it affects his relationships with others. ANYWAYS, how does that all affect Spike w the process of shrinking? well he's very much terrified of what has happened. It's absolutely terrifying, being suddenly in a world that's familar yet very very alien--everything is HUGE but not really because its him who's SMALL. He doesnt deny it once he puts two and two together but he also struggles very much with interacting with it... Things are meant to work in specific ways in his brain, and now thats all jumbled and just torn through like paper. He is also a guy who's extremely stubborn and doesn't like to elaborate on his actions a lot so he of course refuses to fucking let anyone know he's terrified or upset as long as he can help it but when he's faced with the reality of it and his fragility/vulnerability it freaks him out and he really can't control that cuz it's small prey animal instincts kicking his ass.
With Ein I think its waaay easier to just..comprehend and accept. Ein is a short dog. At most in comparison he is the size of the Bebop to Spike. That's a size he deals with everyday and can comprehend easily he's been around gigantic ships and skyscrapers and so on he likes being in the air on his swordfish it's actually established he likes being in high places in the show too so its not like Ein's size is too bad for him. Just big...and awkward...gigantic dog... Spike finds that Ein is actually the one he confides to the most in this situation cuz Ein is something his brain can comprehend. Ein isn't really engulfing his entire vision or actively butting into his way. Concerned yes but not overbearingly so... Ein knows and senses Spike's feelings the best too cuz dogs are naturally very attune to that, and Ein is a very smart dog.
With Jet it's a bit more complicated. Jet has been his partner for 3 years and while he hasn't been the most transparent with Jet about everything they HAVE shared heart to hearts, near death experiences, trauma bonding, etc. They are close...closer than they appear to people. They've dressed each other's wounds and seen each other be vulnerable for the most part; Jet is very much a friend and an ally and most importantly a rock in Spike's life. Cue being shrunken against his will and being completely out of control of the situation, Spike probably finds Jet really really intimidating despite all prior logical knowledge of his relationship with Jet. It's 100% because Jet is fucking huge to him and like, in general, when you are the size of a pencap (spike is like 2 inches / 4 cms I like them funny guys itty bitty) every person Spike is going to struggle to look at because they are literally bigger than his eyes can comprehend its like looking from the foot of a fucking mountain like he is seeing something he *shouldn't* because humans aren't meant to be so fucking small. It's absolutely toying with his brain. Makes him feel powerless... kind of like the fight with Tongpu in Spaceland being almost whimsical in nature and making him contemplate his mortality; he feels uncanny and eerie in his own skin and surrounded by absolutely terriffying posibilities cuz he's very small. Maybe the same feelings he gets when he tries to remember things like his eye surgery it's all scratching deep in his brain and its something he wants to shut out but he physically cannot because he has to confront it or he dies. At least that's what his brain is telling him.....because Jet is very much a gentle giant and absolutely concerned for Spike when he's like this most of all because he is SMALL!!! and they dont know WHY!!! they are both freaked out by it in different ways and Jet almost has a hard time really interacting with Spike at first cuz he guy is very small and avoiding eye contact and even trying to avoid *him* and hard to read tiny face and his tiny little voice and like he's seen Spike antsy and annoyed and a little freaked/panicked before but this is a whole new level of that you know
sees that i have rambled 2 much. a
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guardiantempest · 4 years
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Sei Shonagon is another successful waifu-appeal character, but she manages this without fanservice (unless DW was appealing to legmen when she was designed). Her bubbly personality, quirky fashion, existing rivalry with Murasaki, and her NP animation provides a lot of fanfic/fan art/meme fodder. It's proof that DW can generate a sucessfully-appealing character without having to resort to fanservice like a crutch for easy popularity (that doesn't always work).
What do you think?
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astrangeraccoon · 3 years
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BNHA rambles (part 4.1)
here for episode 4
-Okay first thing first just how big is UA? I mean we haven’t seen a lot outside of a quick view or the main buildind and the battle center, but they are 7 battle center with each of them being the equivalent of a small city... it’s insane
-Iida leave my boy alone! Also most of the other participant are asshole
-Mic pleas that didn’t even sound like a real start signal
-Izuku’s face after eating the hair is perfect.
-Another point on All might not being a good teacher: why didn’t he give Izuku the hair one or two days earlier? I mean yeah the fact that Izuku received it after clening the Whole beach make it more inpactfull, but I’m pretty sure one or two days (or even a single week) can’t have made that much difference for Izuku and the devellopement of his body. I mean really how much muscle can you developpe in a week? If he had done that Izuku would at least have had the time to test it out and gt a feeling of how OFA work (just a quick reminder that by his second use he was at least able to concentrte the damage), I mean seriously All might you’re just setting the boy up to fail at this point.
-Also, I just realised that for all might to be shocked about how much Izuku had clean of the beach means that it must have at least be a few days (if not a few weeks) since he last saw the beach? Does that mean that he just left Izuku to do his training alone? In a place full of waste? Doing extra hard muscle reinforcement? Meaning that Izuku could have easily injured himself pretty badly?
-All might advice are also really not the greatest “yell smach”? Really? And is it me, or is he implying that he knows that there is a hight possibility of Izuku injuring himself really badly but he still send him to fight with No. Real. Advice. Also calling using OFA ‘using my quirk’ isn’t going to help Izuku make the quirk his own
(I swear I don’t hate All might, for all the negative I have to say about him. It’s pretty easy to see that he’s grown to care about Izuku, but he’s still a shitty teacher and not all that great as a mentor for now)
-Aoyama is just SO Extra XD. And he’s looking stright at the camera... bc of course
-My girl Uraraka just throwing robot around, she’s so good! And Iida is really efficient too!
-Poor Izuku being petrified with fear and running around without gaining any point... It hurt to see that (for his defence it’s nt like someone taugh him how to fight is it)
-All right first of, how much money does UA have to be able to do crazy test like that? I mean look at the level of destruction in every battle center. Secondly is it really legal? I mean yeah they have recovery girl in case of injury but it’s still extrem no? which lead to thirdly: do they have the students signing some kind of contract so they can’t attack UA on justice for all of this because I mean, the trauma is real here.
-Can we talk about Ilda seeing Izuku on the floor, right in the path of the 0P and not stopping to help him up? Also do the teacher have a way to step in in case no one help those that are in harm way? And by that I mean a hero on stand by and not a shutting down procedure in the robot because that one could fail. 
-Can Mic not be extra for a second please? XD
-Nezu cheering on the destruction of the OP is too cute
I’m cutting this here because after writing everything down I realised that this post would be way too long if I was doing it in one part.
Aya’s out!
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slothgiirl · 5 years
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shadowplay ch 4
You finally go grocery shopping after work on friday, grabbing plenty of bread and fruit and mostly yogurt that doubles as both breakfast and a snack and some beans while your at it. Nothing like homemade beans.
This part of adulthood was awful, not just working but actually having to come home and do things. You better understood why your mum and dad got annoyed when they got home and you still hadn't done the dishes.
You think of texting Alex this but think better of it. You weren't quite friends. So you send a text to Sam instead.
Her succinct reply is grow up babes.
You'd last seen her an hour ago during work and she'd gone to get drinks with Matt and Vy but you'd been an adult and gone to get groceries.
And then you get home and eat toast with jam and one of the apples you got. Hardly an actual meal.
Your phone buzzes. Alex <3 flashing on the lock screen. want 2 gt drinks. Which is so unAlex you immediately call him.  
"Who are you and what have you done to Alex," you joke and hope he picks up on it. Maybe he was right about calling being better after all. Not that you'd ever tell him that. He'd be unbearably smug.
"Love," he answers with a laugh, "just Zack here thinking he was being funneh. But the offer still stands if your up for it? I know works been busy." It was nice of him to give me an easy out. But staying in on a Friday night was terribly depressing.
"Where?"
You take the tube over to a more fashionable area of east london, over in Hackney. The bars themed like a seventies magazine interpretation of a living room, playing early Bowie.
Alex greets you with a kiss on your mouth, soft and lingering just enough that you feel off kilter, unable to hide the stiffness in your shoulders. Here where everyone can see.
And then your taking a seat and shaking Zack's hand. Alex ordering you a cranberry vodka. The same drink you'd been buying since you realized beer was gross. "Working on some stuff here in London," he shrugs.
"Still quite offended you didn't ask to stay at mine," Alex pouts, clearly on his way to drunk, hand resting on your tigh. You can't not be hyperaware of his touch, electric against your skin.
"I did think of you," Zack protests, "but Allison, my old roommate asked first and I said yes. Besides man you like dropped off the face of the earth. Holed up."
"I like to decompress," he states, sipping at his beer. "And this one here has me flying back."
You snort, "well you offer," you lie because you refuse to be a fake bitch. If this is all fake, then your going to be the fake version of yourself you teenage self would've been proud of. "And I'm not going to say no Al!"
Alex smiles boyishly charming, and really does anyone buy his cool guy act when he's so obviously a sweetheart. You can imagine him going out of his way to help an old lady carry her bags upstairs.
"Ahh," Zack laughs, "and he said he didn't want to bhover you," he finishes in a terrible cockney accent. Americans. "This is exactly why Miles and Matt didn't invite you on our little getaway we have coming up."
Suddenly alert, Alex goes, "what! What trip!"
Zack giggles. "Just a little boys trip. Breanna was going to go but she said it'd be too much testosterone for her to stomach alone."
"And I wasn't invited?"
"Guess you were too busy," Zack says smugly. Before turning to you, "Forgive me for texting you under false pretenses but it's Alex. Gotta get things out of him somehow."
"Really," you wonder out loud, "I've never had any trouble with that. He just rambles a bunch."
"Oi," Alex protests, looking faux betrayed at you, like a puppy when you refuse to give them more treats, "you going with them?"]
Zack nods. "I'm guessing you know about the bands?"
"I do," you reply, finishing your drink and feeling the drunk giddyness bubble up in you, Alex's hand on your tigh warm as he rubs circles into your skin. It had been brilliant of you to change into a mini skirt that had survived many a trips to the club. "Which one are you in?"
"The last shadow puppets though it's really Alex's and Miles' baby." You make a note to listen to some songs.
You turn to Alex, catching him staring at you with the dreaminess of the blissfully drunk, face flushed, "Have a favorite child?"
He shakes his head, "that's comparing apples to oranges darling."
"Least you could do," you tease him, exciting laughter out of him.
"You guys should both come though," Zack offers, "bet Breanna would come then and that would make Helders happy as fuck!"
"When's the trip," you ask, curious though by then this will be over. Maybe you and Alex can be amicable fake exes. You'd never managed to stay friends with any past lovers. But that was because a) you lived in different places and drifted apart and b) they were assholes though that was only really your last boyfriend.
"In two months. We've rented a cabin in Northern California. There's a lake. It looks sick."
You look at Alex and hope he's not too drunk to say something plausible, smiling in amusement as he taps in tune with the beat to the music playing. You would recognize Donna Summer anywhere.
"I don't know mate," Alex shrugs, looking over at you, his eyes meeting yours, trying to gauge your response, "probably can't get work off with this late of a notice?"
That wasn't true at all. And you had so many saved up vacation days apart from the mandatory ones. But it was nice that Alex had already found an excuse. "I'll have to see," you add, making sure to look adoringly at Alex, not a hard thing to do, it was much harder to keep a straight face, to keep from laughing when you felt so light and bubbly after a few drinks, his leg bumping into yours as he taps the beat playing, like you were heartbroken over the idea of not being able to go with him and his friends.
"Just let me or the boys know," Zack tells you both. "Breanna would probably love too come if she wasn't the only girl." Then orders a round and you all proceed to get comfortably drunk.
Zack telling you all about his touring misadventures and a memorable skinny dipping adventure where the band had forgotten where they'd hidden their clothes. Alex chiming in about his and Matt's adventure to procure weed "or something with a bit more of a kick," in the early days and spending one hundred dollars on bunk acid.
"Fooking wankers," he mutters.
"In college someone got some prerolled joints and a bunch of us were all psyched to go smoke it after school," you tell the boys, blushing at the memory of your dumb antics, "all nerdy kids who did not know how to roll a joint and we forgot to get a lighter."
"No fooking way love," Alex laughs in delight. "I would've rolled you the best joint."
You wrinkle your nose, "I prefer edibles if I'm being honest. Or shrooms. Did you see how microdosing blew up all of a sudden?"
Zack slaps the table, "and among moms of all people!"
"Mums be getting lit!"
You offer to go order the next round, two more beers and a cranberry vodka. Asking politely if there wasn't a strokes song that would fit into the theme.
The man behind the bar hands you the drinks and waves you off with, "drag queen works."
The song starts as you get back to the table, placing the drinks down.
"The strokes," Alex drunkenly proclaims, "what kind of witchcraft 'ave you done love?" He pulls you close against him before kissing you madly, tasting of beer and tobacco against your mouth, not a hit of pretending about it, as you stiffen in his arms in surprise before melting against his touch not even a second layer.
To your surprise, instead of feeling relief when he pulls away, singing along with Zack who also knows the words, it's a sharp yearning, the sudden prick of a needle in your finger. It's stupid. You're being stupid.
Alex would've never given you a second glance if it hadn't been for Arielle. And why would he when he went around dating girls like Arielle, models who were sweet on top of being insanely beautiful.  
And now you just want to go home.
Instead you laugh it off, "I just asked nicely Al. Works wonders."
Zack snorts, "their new stuff is so underrated."
"It is," Alex cries out.
"Oh my god you are drunk!"
"And happy! I'm so happy you came love! I wasn't sure you would."
"Only for you Alex." Which is true in more ways than one. You doubt you would have agreed to all this with just anyone. No. Alex was special. Enough charisma to charm the whole world.
He leans into kiss you again, with the same hunger as before and reluctantly you pull away, still unsure about that thrum of want running through your veins and what to do about it. Now was not the time to figure that out. "Time to go home," you suggest and hope Zack goes his own way. As funny as he's been, you need a cold shower and to remind Al he's not actually dating you.
Alex nods eagerly, sliding cash on the table and waving a hastily goodbye to Zack.
He flags a cab down for you both and gives the driver your address, his arms still wrapped around your shoulders, holding you close to him. It's too much. He's just drunk. And you don't want to do anything stupid with him. Not with the lie. You'd much rather be good friends at the end of all this.
"Al," you protest, slipping out of his hold as he goes in to press another kiss to your lips, "no."
He looks like a kicked puppy, wide eyes and pouty lips, but doesn't make another move, gaze focused on you with an embarrassing amount of earnestness.
"You can't-," you start, "you can't have things both ways. And we agreed. There's lines."
With obvious reluctance he nods, "sorry love," he slurs, slumping in his seat, looking out the window of the cab.
"It's okay," you tell him, because who hasn't been drunk and made bad decisions, settling down next to him again. The heat of his body doing wonders to take the edge off.
It's just Alex.
You both come up into your flat.
"You sure it's alright," Alex slurs, wavering in the doorway looking as unsure as you feel, "I'll be fine at home."
"I'll sleep a lot better knowing your fine," you tell him, "come on rockstar," and drag him in. He's drunk. And you care about him too much to just let him go off on his own.
You both collapse into your bed, fourteen minutes past three in the morning. "I haven't been out so late in ages," you tell him. "My ex, Tom, he always said it was because I'm not fun." It had made you feel like shit but having just gotten your job, you had worked hectic hours and as the newbie you hadn't been in a position to ask for whatever schedule suited you best. And after a long day at work, going out was not something you wanted when you were home.
"You're loads of fun love," Alex whispers back, taking your hand in his, rubbing circles into the back of your hand with his thumb, "I always have a hell of a time when I'm with you. That's what matters. Not snorting a few rails of coke though that can be fun too."
"I've only ever done shrooms and that was in Amsterdam. In the tulip fields."
"Rockstar love. I've got you beat."
You roll your eyes, "what happened to not wanting to sound like a bloody twat?"
Alex laughs, sending heat down your spine. It makes you glad for the obscurity the dark lends, making you a mere outline when you feel like a burning star.
It doesn't take long for you to fall asleep once you lapse into comfortable silence.
Alex is gone by the time you wake up. A glass of water on your bedside table thoughtfully left by him.
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A Slice Of My Love Chapter 3. Kiddo?
Hello children! Once again, I am present with a story about an insane boy, and a piece of bread. Well, this chapter isn’t about the bread as much as it is about a dad worried about his dark strange son.
This chapter goes a little far back from where chapter 2 ended. Actually to the beginning of chapter 2. But from a different point of view. (I’ve given you two hints as to who’s POV it’s from.) Also, no angst in this chapter. Just stupid humor.
Pairings: The glasses gays. (Aka Logicality, you wanna know why we be doing the glasses gays show today? BECAUSE I AM THE GODDESS OF WHAT HAPPENS IN THIS FIC!!! I COULD FUCKEN END A LAIFU UP IN HERE IF I FELT LIKE IT!!! I don’t tho.)
Tw: Major “What the fuck is wrong with Virgil” moments but not “What the fuck” because Patton doesn’t curse, Patton rambling, a little Patton breakdown, cursing (Only in the A/N tho. Because I like to run my mouth apparently)
Patton’s POV
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I couldn’t believe it. Virgil wasn’t taking care of himself at all!! As far as I knew, he hadn’t slept since he locked himself in his room. I didn’t even know what I was saying at this point. I was too tired and too worried at the same time.
“Kiddo you need to sleep! This is so terrible for you!! You haven't slept in GOD knows how long!!!”
He was staring at the counter, well, the bread bag to be more specific. Logan’s been teaching me how important being specific is. Virgil looked like he was debating with himself, then he started to stare with interest at the bread. What’s so interesting about bread? I thought.
“Virgil are you even-” He cut me off.
“Hey, Pat?”
“Yeah, kiddo?”
“Who’s that guy on the counter?”
In that moment I thought he was insane. I didn’t want to show it, but I know I did. I just stared at Vee, then the counter, then Vee, then the counter. This went on for a little while before the shock left. “Virgil, are you sure you’re ok? There’s no one there.”
“I’m never ok. But there is someone there. He’s just chilling on the counter. Staring at us.”
 If I didn’t look at him like he was insane before, then I totally did this time. I felt like physically fighting him at that self-deprecation, but now wasn’t the place or time to do so. He started to drink his coffee again. Most likely to drown out the silence.
I didn’t know what to do. But I had a hunch as to who would know. Granted, he’s probably sleeping. I don’t want to worry him with Virgil’s not sleeping, and the fact that I’m up at 3 am. But, he’d much rather I come to him than try to solve a problem that I don’t know how to. I’m gonna go ask Logan.
“Excuse me for one moment kiddo.” Then I went back upstairs.
Once I got to Logan’s door I hesitated. Are you gonna knock on the door or what? Are you crazy!! We can’t knock on the door!! Logan’s gonna be so ticked that we woke him up!!! I’M CRAZY??? Hun, you’re the crazy one!! Logan loves us!! He won’t be ticked for very long if we go ask him for help with the Virgil thing. But- Butts are for sitting. Our kiddo needs to sleep. I honestly think that he’s going insane!! We need to help him. If Logan is the only way to do that then so be it. FINE!! 
After the miny argument with myself had resolved itself, I knocked on the door.
“Patton? What brings you here at this hour?”
Logan’s voice was layered thick with exhaustion. He was still in his normal outfit of jeans, a black polo, and tie. However, his hair was a mess and his glasses were slightly askew. He must’ve fallen asleep at his desk. 
Oh god. I immediately regretted my decision. As I was just about to turn around and go downstairs, Logan invited me inside.
“Patton, you can come inside if you so wish.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. 
I practically ran inside his room. Then I started pacing, and rambling.
“Logan, we gotta problem. Virgil hasn’t been sleeping and I think there’s something wrong with him. He thought that there was a person sitting on the counter when really there was only the bread bag. And I know that it’s like 3am and that I should be sleeping and that I shouldn’t have bothered you at 3 am with this stupid kind of stuff. But I-”
Logan must’ve been really tired. Like REALLY tired. On a normal day, I would have never expected him to do what he did next.
He kissed me. 
Like we’ve kissed before, but when I start to ramble he just sits there and listens, or he interrupts me and tells me that I’m being ridiculous. 
He’s never cut me off by kissing me. 
It isn’t a very Logan thing to do. If anything, I’d expect Roman to do something like that. But not Logan.
Now, I’m not complaining. It was amazing. Logan is a really good kisser. It was just really unexpected. And most likely the result of it being 3am.
Once we broke apart, I started to blush like crazy!! I’m talken like ears red and everything. Once Logan realized what he’d done he jumped on the blush boat really quickly.
“I apologize for that sudden outburst Patton.” Between you and me, he hardly kept a stri gay face. (Must I remind you, none of the sides can do anything straight? They’re all gay.) 
“But I’m not that sorry at the same time. You were ranting again. All I understood from that was ‘And I know that it’s like 3am and that I should be sleeping and that I shouldn’t have bothered you at 3am with this stupid kind of stuff.’ Like we’ve been over several times, if it’s big enough to bother you, it’s not stupid.” 
His tone of voice was soft. It was the same tone when Thomas became “Mr. Sanders” temporarily. (I’m thinking the “Morality, what are we doing wrong?” tone.) I’m pretty sure he’s only used this tone with me. It made me feel special, to have such an amazing person care for me so much.
“You’re right.” I started. I took a deep breath to calm me down, and to hopefully help me not rant this time. “Virgil hasn’t been sleeping. I’m assuming since he locked himself in his room. And I think he’s starting to lose it. He thought that someone was sitting on the counter when really, it was just the bread bag.”
My voice quivered and threatened to speed up, but I managed to keep relatively calm during that statement. Emphasis on that statement.
The reality must’ve sunk all the way in, after saying it out loud, or something. Why? Because at that moment, I almost started to cry. Logan noticed this and pulled me in close for a hug before I started crying.
“See? There we go! I could understand you. Now I can help you.” He kept the soft tone of voice. If we’re all being honest here, that tone of voice could turn me into butter in seconds!!
“Why don’t we go downstairs and check on him. Then we can see what we can do to help.”
Why did I ever doubt coming to Logan for help? He can seem cold, but he is the most caring and amazing boyfriend anyone could ask for.
“Thank you, Logan.” 
I must’ve not have been functioning like a normal human being, as well. What I did wasn’t a very me thing, at all. But I got to pay him back for earlier. This time…
I kissed him.
Short and sweet, but still.
Once we got downstairs, I half expected to see Virgil either: 
Sitting on the counter drinking from the coffee pot.,
Sitting on the tabletop drinking from the coffee pot or,
Passed out at the table or anywhere really.
But I didn’t expect to see a piece of bread sitting on the couch, Virgil standing halfway between the commons and the kitchen, bright red, like the kind of blush that the blush boat brought earlier, and him saying “Okay. Don’t quote Heathers at me and just walk away.” to the bread.
He ran to a weird random spot. Logan was going to say something. I put up a hand to tell him not to. 
“Excuse me. Hi. Uhh… I never did catch your name.” Virgil went even more red with that statement. He stood there in shock almost. Like he saw and heard something that we couldn’t.
Logan and I looked at each other and then Virgil. I don’t think Logan had fully grasped the situation from what I told him upstairs. Now, standing here, watching Virgil quote one of the musicals that he quotes with Roman, by himself, with a piece of bread sitting on the couch, I think we both grasped how crazy the whole thing was.
Logan cleared his throat and I finished his thought for him. 
“Kiddo? Why are you talking to yourself?
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I know that it is Friday, but it’s not 11:59 pm. I am still victorious!! I have no clue where I want to take chapter 4. I might be coming down with writer's block. Who knows?
I don’t think I’m ever gonna stop with that cursed phrase.
I hope y’all liked this chapter. I personally think I could have done better but I still like it.
The random person on the internet who claims to be your mother,
             Em
(P.s I’ve run out of weird ways to do the sign off already. I really suck at this.)
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Taglist (Lemme know if you wanna be added or removed): @winterswishing-reblogs @thetomorrowshow @iixclementine @just-some-gt-trash
Umm... @stop-it-anxiety-official you said that you liked to be tagged? I’m the person who sent you that ask about Virgil and the piece of bread and how stupid it was. This is the third chapter but this is some of the stupidity. Sooo... umm... yeah?
@just-some-gt-trash I’m so sorry you weren't added sooner!! You hid the fact that you wanted to be added in the tags. I only just saw the tags!!!
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sarasarasarasara134 · 5 years
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RoD Fluff - Study Date
Summary: Late night shenanigans with Colt and Ellie.
Pairing: Colt x MC
Rating: T
Warnings: Swearing. Kissing.
Word Count: idk like 2k
At long last, I finally, finally finished one of the two RoD fics in my queue. I have been insanely busy recently, but you can count on the other fic coming out really soon.  @desiree-0816​ enjoy some horribly written Colt X MC fluff! 
RoD Tag List: 
@brightpinkpeppercorn 
Let me know if anyone wants to be added. We love my one person tag list 😂.
    Ellie hops on the bus, despite having passed her drivers test, and rode until she reached Gramercy Park. She walked slowly towards the Auto Body shop, formulating what she’d say to Logan. Already dreading the fight that would most certainly follow. Lost in her head, imagining argument after argument. Imagining every reason Logan could come up with for her to leave, and every way she could cast it aside.
    When she reached the garage, she hesitantly opens the door, the bell that announced her arrival makes her flinch. She was still uncomfortable around the crew, feeling like she only half belonged, especially now that Logan told her to leave. She walks in clutching her back pack in both hands, searching for Logan. She doesn’t see his Devore GT, which was not a good sign. Still, she walks further in until a voice startles her.
   “Hey, sweetie.”
Ellie jumps and wheels around to see Ximena walking in from the back room.
   “Oh, hey, Ximena. Is Logan here?”
   “Just missed him, he’s on a run.”
   “Oh,” Ellie frowns, walking to the door.
   “I’m heading out, but your welcome to wait here, he’ll probably be back soon.”
   Ximena got in her car and sped off. Ellie decides to wait for Logan, she didn’t have anything better to do, and she was worried she’d lose the nerve to come back again. Left alone in he garage, she sat down on the couch in the back room and pulled out her AP Biology textbook. Caught up in her studying, she doesn’t register the roar of Colt’s motorcycle pulling into the garage.
   “Ellie?” Colt questions, walking into the back room.
   “Hey” she said barely glancing up from her textbook, brow furrowed.
Colt walks over to her, glancing at the problem she’s working on.
   “Answer’s C.”
   “No, it’s,” Ellie pauses, thinking, “wait, yeah.”
She scribbles the answer down in her notebook.
   “How’d you do that? I’ve been stuck on that one forever.”
He shrugs, “I did the whole college thing. What are you doing here anyway?”
   “Waiting for Logan” Elie says trying to focus on her homework, not daring to look up at Colt.
   “Ohhkay” Colt huffs, retreating to his room.
   “Wait. Hold on.”
Colt looks back.
   “How good are you at Coalescent theory?” she aks, slightly embarrassed, but she hadn’t had as much time to study as she usually did, and she’d take any help she could get on genetics.
   “Nope. No. Not tutoring you, El. You’re on your own.”
Ellie is slightly taken aback by the nickname, but she still desperately needs help.
   “C’mon please.”
   “Not a chance. Ask Logan.”
   Ellie doesn’t respond, the last thing she wanted to do was give Colt something to mock Logan about, but he was a highschool dropout and most definitely wouldn’t understand her advanced homework.
   “Oh my god. He can’t even do it can he?” Colt laughs, as if reading her mind, and to her surprise he walks back over to the couch, “fine, what are we doing.”
 “You’re seriously going to help me?”
   “Sure, whatever” he steals her textbook, sitting down next to her, “so, the probability of coalescence within a population depends on what?”
   “Population size, and number of generations.”
   “Yeah, so if look at the genealogical relationships in that population, then you can see how drift influences variation in population” he explains.
   Ellie nods, thinking it through. Colt tries not to notice how her brow knit together when she focused, how she tapped her fingers on her knee whenever she memorized knew terms, or how she bit her lip when she read something carefully. He tried not to be impressed by how fast she understood the material, but even he was having trouble keeping up with her. After an hour, Ellie knew the material better than him, and even corrected him once when he got confused.
   “You wanna do something fun?” Ellie asks.
   “Like?”
    “Whoever answers the most correctly wins?” she says, waving color coded flashcards.
   “Fine. But if I win we get to do something actually fun.”
   “Define fun?”
   “You learning how to drive a motorcycle.”
   “There is no way I’m getting on your motorcycle, I’d like to live.”
   “Then you’d better not lose.” he challenges.
Ellie thinks for a minute before a grin spreads onto her face.
   “Fine. But if I win,” she pauses, “I get to wear your jacket for the rest of the week.”
   “Deal.”
Twenty minutes later, Ellie wins the last card.
   “Yes!”
   “34.” Colt says, holding up his hefty stack of cards.
   “Hold on,” Ellie says, counting her last cards, “Ha! 37!”
   “Should I at least get a five card advantage for teaching you this stuff?”
   “Don’t even, Colt, if anything I should get an advantage for just learning this. Pay up.”
   Colt reluctantly pulls off his jacket and hands it to Ellie. She slips it on, taking in his scent, the jacket is big, but comfortable. She looks over at Colt, his figure looks different without the black jacket, he almost looked like a different person.                    
   “Y’know, I think I make a better Colt than you do.” Ellie jokes plopping back down on the couch.
   “You’re impossible.”
   She rummages through her backpack in hopes of a snack, the last thing she’d eaten was her lunch, but that was hours ago.
   “I’m starving, what do you have to eat?” she asks.
   “If you want Logan’s stale flaming hot Cheetos, look in the cabinets. Otherwise, we have Toby’s moldy lasagna in the fridge, or Mona’s Uncrustables.”
   “Uncrustables?” Ellie teases.
   “Yep. Food poisoning, or Mona’s wrath take your pick.”
   “I don’t live here, so uncrustables all the way.”
Colt puts two in the microwave, takes them out, and hands one to Ellie. She takes a bite.
   “Mmmhn.” Ellie says, she didn't realize just how hungry she was.
   “These should be so gross . . .” Colt says scarfing down the sandwich.
   “But they’re literally the best?” Ellie offers.
   “They’d better be, Mona’s gonna kick my ass for stealing her food.” he says, still chewing.
   “Y’know what you should do?” 
   “What?” he questions.
   “Teach me how to ride your motorcycle.”
    “Seriously?” Colt raises and eyebrow.
    “Seriously, before I change my mind.” Ellie says dragging him out to the garage.
Colt tosses her his extra helmet, and wheels his bike out to the alley, and Ellie hops on.
   “Okay, first off, push up the kickstand.”
   Ellie kicks it up, now holding the motorcycle up, while her feet remain on the ground on either side. Colt puts his arms around Ellie as he places her hands on the handle bars, and shows her how to work the bike.
   “Got it?” he asks.
   “I think so.”
   She shakes her head, psyching herself up, then pulls her feet up, and revs the throttle too hard. She speeds up in a jerky motion, drives forward a few feet until the bike falls over. Ellie yelps, falling into the pavement.
Colt rushes over, just as Ellie starts laughing, hard.
   “Oh my god. That was so stupid!” she yells, still laughing.
Colt pulls her off the ground easily.
   “That was probably the dumbest thing I’ve done, ever,”
Colt doesn’t say a word as Ellie rambles on.
   “I honestly don’t know why you’d want to ride that death machine. You’re actually something like 30 times more likely to die on one. It’s like one crash and you’re dead, and this one kid I kn-”
   Ellie looks up at Colt for a moment, just long enough to get lost in his gaze, he had dark brown eyes, they were almost black, yet they had this spark in them, a fire. And he was attractive, there was no denying that. Colt’s smoldering gaze was practically irresistible, but she couldn’t help but feel like she was cheating on Logan, even if they weren’t “together” anymore.  
   “Will you stop looking at me like that?” she says pushing him to arms length, trying to regain control of the situation.
   “Like what?” he asks.
   “Just stop making that face at me. It’s not working.” she lied.
   “What’s not working?” he teases.
    “You know what I’m talking about, your cute starey thingy.”
    “So now I’m cute?”
    “No! I- you-,” Ellie stutters.
   Colt leans the slightest bit closer, and Ellie closes the gap, she presses her lips against his, but she ends the kiss quickly, conflicted, but Colt’s lips have already found hers again. Ellie places one hand on the back of his neck, and the other on the side of his jaw, as he tangles his hand in her hair, and wraps his free arm around her waist, he moves it up her back as they kiss, pulling her closer. Ellie suddenly very thankful to Logan for “letting her go”, even if she already knew nobody could know about her and Colt. They finally pull apart, breathless. Ellie opens her eyes a second later, breathing heavily.
   “This is a terrible idea, Colt.”
   “That’s what makes it fun, but if you’re still with Logan . . “ he says, giving her an out.
   ”No.” Ellie decides, grabbing his shirt, to pull him in for another kiss.
    Soon they’ve made their way back to Colt’s room, Colt slams the door, and pushes Ellie up against it. She wraps her legs around his torso, and he carries her over the the bed, setting her down below him. Colt pulls his shirt off, and tosses it across the room before leaning in the kiss her again. He trails kisses down her neck when, suddenly, the door swings open.
   “Mona!” Ellie yelps, shoving Colt off of her, sitting up.
   “The hell, Mona?!” Colt yells.
   “Okay so first, you leave your bike out in the alley, I had to move it by the way to get in, you’re welcome, and second I thought I told you to stop eating my fucking food.”
   “Sorry. Are we done?”
   “If you ever do that again I will literally run you down.” Mona threatens.
   “Great. We good?”
She looks you over, as if noticing your presence or the first time.
   “You guys a thing now?”
Colt looks over at you as if asking the same question himself. 
    “No! I, we.” 
   “Whatever.” Mona says finally leaving, thankfully shutting the door behind her.
Colt lays back down beside Elie and starts laughing. Ellie hits him with a pillow.
   “It’s not funny!” Ellie says, getting off the bed, and fixing her hair, she walks over to the door, “see you around, Colt.”
Ellie opens the door just as Logan walks in.
   “Ellie?”
   “Uh, hey.” she says, painfully aware that she’s wearing Colt’s jacket. The idea of making Logan jealous would almost feel like payback, if it wasn’t so damn awkward.
   “What are you doing here?” he asks.
   “I wanted to talk to you, I was waiting.”
   “With Colt?” Logan accuses.
   “Yeah, I needed help with bio, and you took forever.” 
    “Do you wanna talk upstairs?”
    “I’m beat. I’m going home, Logan.” she said, not in the mood to fight with Logan.
    She packed up her bag praying he didn’t notice the bio book that had been sitting in the coffee table.
   “Ellie, I’m sorry.”
   “I’ll text you later.” she said, but her heart wasn’t in it anymore. She’d just recently become a lot less invested making up with Logan. and a lot more invested in making out with Colt. (Too soon?)
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I’m gonna make a prediction: Calamity Jane’s gonna be popular due to visual appeal. Watch as Pixiv, Twitter and other sites explode with all kinds of fan art (mostly lewd ones). She seems like one of those servants designed in a way to spur the fanartists, kinda like Boudica, Consort Yu, Chiyome and Bradamante. She’ll also have a distinct personality to make her stand out, like Nightingale’s Madness Enhancement or Osakabehime’s NEETery. I think she’ll act like the typical hotblooded American (in contrast to Abby’s smol and pure attitude). Something something “available to the player as well”.
A strategic move on DW’s part, but I’ve said before that fanservice can be inconsistent. Let’s see who will claim prominence in this year’s Comiket.
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I like to believe Jackie's stripperiffic outfit and Blackbeard's unwholesome nerdery is the product of very bad influences from a master in another timeline. You know how Quetz loved lucha from one time? Yeah, like that but bad. Or how Vlad (Extra) was all creepy during the lunar grail war.
There's a Hall of Shame for masters out there for people like Celenike, who did irreversible unwanted changes to their Servant. Blackbeard's initial master was probably a "kindred spirit" who wanted to share similar interests while Jack's, well, had to make do because Shuten Douji wasn't available.
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It's been years since Okeanos first showed up, and at this point Artemis is featured so rarely in fan art (both lewd and sfw, no doujins AFAIK) that even Quetz and Consort Yu have more spotlight.
Artemis is so bad that not even the perverts would touch her apart from a few scribblers who want to be first to upload
Not even I would use her, though that's because I have too many archers. And I'm rather picky on my jpeg waifus.
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And just like that, Katou Danzou overshadows Chiyome yet again, this time on Tumblr. You’d think that at the very least she would be popular among the perverts but that’s not the case. All of Chiyome’s fanservice falls flat compared to Danzou, who shows less skin yet is arguably the more popular ninja waifu. It’s helping that the robot ninja is also a mom (in a way) and has more of a personality. In terms of cast herds, it’s easier to slot her in with the artificial humans like Frankenstein’s monster and Babbage. Meanwhile the only meaningful interactions Chiyome gets in fanart is with Gorgon solely because of the former’s connection with Orochi. Jury’s still out on gameplay so I that could be belt ninja’s sole victory over Saber Assassin Marionette K but even if that’s the case Danzou still wins out on several other things.
But the point of my rambling is that you can’t sell a waifu on looks alone and fanservice pandering doesn’t always work. "Nakedness” just by itself is not a selling point. Other fanservice-y characters often have other traits that hook onto the audience, like being the Team Mom or being unapologetically dangerous.
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guardiantempest · 4 years
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Hmm, with Ishtar getting an Avenger form to screw with Astraea, I’m thinking DW’s trying to make meta narrative arcs. I remember one YouTuber thinking about how the Elizabeth Halloween Trilogy is about Liz trying to realize if she is a good person, her servant versions slowly shifting in alignment until she hits Lawful Good and answers the question with “Yes”. Perhaps something similar is at play, using the Servant Universe as a silly sandbox backdrop to mess around with rules.
So what’s Astraea gonna do about it? Get a Moon Cancer form? Get BB’s help?
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guardiantempest · 5 years
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"Lolibabaa" or loli granny (I think?). For people who are into the body type but don't want to deal with the personality of a kid. However most of the time the execution's just "this is just a kid that lived for a hundred years" instead of actually showing the characting having much experience gained from a long life. It's prevalent in a lot of anime and JRPGs.
It's a cheap copout, merely adding a disclaimer to a lolicon-appeal character when there's much more that one could be done with it. Even if the character IS a just an ageless kid, she will still exhibit some form of emotional maturity if you stick her in the Balkans for 50 years (probably in the form of PTSD but I digress). Heck, even most normal kids would learn to start getting sharp if they gain an increased amount of responsibility. I can be wrong on this but please bear with me, I'm contemplating.
One old example of this character subtype Remilia Scarlet from Touhou. From what I remember of ZUN's author notes in Strange Creators of Outer World, he wanted to contrast the long life with an immature personality and turning an ancient vampire into a little girl was pretty quirky and weird...back in 2002. Of course nowadays a large chunk of vampire girls (and even non-vampire humanoids in general) are immature little girls with not much backing their lifespan.
Mind you, while Remilia can be childish and arrogant, she does display insightful thinking that begets someone of her experience. For example, in her story mode for Scarlet Weather Rhapshody, she decides to play armchair detective and gets her time-stopping maid to fetch seemingly random people for clues about recent the weather disturbance (and beat them up in the process, because this is Gensokyo).
It seems like she's just doing this to kill time and all of the people she's met so far over the course of the investigation were only other individuals affected by the setting. That is until the final opponent of the scenario: Yukari (one of the Big Deal characters in the setting), who calls out Remi's shtick of playing dumb. The advantage of being an armchair detective is not having to deal with useless info from first impressions, that and the vampire has already figured out that the main culprit is in a place with inescapable sunlight so she can't investigate personally. Remi admits as much and the two fight (because this is Gensokyo), with Yukari offering to solve the incident in her stead.
Where am I going with this? Hmmm, I guess if you're going with the trope actually make use of what it could do. I wasn't expecting this post to go this way when I was typing it out.
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When I first played FGO, I know there's a lot of fanservice. With much variety in the characters, I can afford to be picky. I prioritized Servants with guns, or whoever looks cool/modern (because gun stronk).
Thanks DW for adding more Servants with guns...but so many of them are Archers. I didn't roll for Moriarty or Anne Bonny becaise of it. Gareth technically counts because lol gunlance. Summer NEET hime better be sufficiently tacticool enough for me. Also, guncaster when?
I wish I got Hijikata. :(
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