#its uh. obscure. thats for sure

[risingsunresistance]

"oh boy i cant wait to be out for the summer, i'll finally have time to draw the pig man again :D"

*immediately starts working on two unrelated drawings*

#JHDKFJDJ BRAIN WHY #im burnt out on the pig... BUT CAN I STOP BEING BURNT OUT ON HIM ALREADY- #i need to do other things but i dont WANT to..... #i mean i do i am enjoying these drawings. but i'll REALLY enjoy this one if i could just force myself to work on it :( #eh oh well guess it's just getting pushed back... again............. #one drawing is gonna be exclusive to main btw. bc its not ANYWHERE near mcyt kdhfjh #its uh. obscure. thats for sure #the other will be posted here tho it is some funney skyblock men 😌 #no idea when they'll be done but hopefully soon! started lining one tonight #the other has to be resketched bc i thought of a way to make it way better #sorry for the tag ramble but ive been gone all day. i HAD to talk somewhere ya know? #it built up all day and got released on this post specifically kdjfjfh #chat

[underratedandoverit]

Some Nights I Dream Of You (And I Regret It)

~1,4k words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

set in immortal fears/the belt corruption au. so uh. this started as what i wanted to call "soulmates as horror", but i dont think if thats in the end an accurate thing to describe this with, so im going to use that at some point later. but definitely in the same spirit as this cause. yeah

warnings; mentions of bodily harm, implied body horror, angst, nightmares, unreality. nothing is super explicit and things are much more just implied than actually shown or anything, apart from the final one so a slight warning for purposefully breaking someones finger. other than thats its very much just between the lines, but if the idea of body parts being potentially removed or such bothers you, even as an obscured idea, this probably isnt a very nice read

kip is also jealous and possessive, just generally an asshole dont worry about it

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate

on ao3

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“Oh, Clementine…”

The sing songy voice reaching his ears, it was almost as if Cassidy snapped out of some sort of a trance, maybe even sleep. His head bounced up, senses sharpened, eyes opened.

Except that he didn’t see anything. Everything was dark, wherever he looked was nothing but pitch black. He couldn’t even see shadows moving around him, it was nothing but darkness.

But Cassidy was so sure he had opened his eyes. He could feel himself blinking. There was nothing on his face, nothing obscuring his vision. And yet.

He couldn’t see anything.

“Clementine.”

The voice was a hot whisper against his ear, making him shiver. Except nothing moved. Cassidy could feel his body reacting to the voice, the sound, the mockingly charming nickname he had gotten so used to. He knew it belonged to him, he recognized the lips that single word fell from. Almost too intimately so.

He just couldn’t make a single move to respond to it, despite not feeling any restrictions on his body. He couldn’t turn his head away from it, not come face to face with it. A hand didn’t move to reach closer, no feet would take him away. Just…

Nothing.

“What’s the matter?”

Cassidy didn’t respond. It wasn’t a matter of not having anything to say, he just simply couldn’t. He tried opening his mouth, but just like every other action, it seemed futile. No matter how much he willed himself to do so, his lips stayed sealed, as if controlled by some power outside of his own. He couldn’t make a single noise, no protest, not even to agree to whatever he was saying, deny that anything was wrong.

Something was wrong, and Cassidy couldn’t tell him.

“Are you… Having some difficulties?”

The mild British accent was slowly driving him up the wall. Cassidy could visualize it in his mind, Kip watching him struggling, a smirk tucking in the corner of his mouth. The look Cassidy hated. Despised. Kip just enjoying seeing him not being able to hold the situation together, failing to answer to him, to respond to his taunts.

He knew Kip was enjoying every second of this, whatever it was that he was struggling with, and savoring the sight.

“Oh,” he heard Kip sigh, feeling a soft gust of cold air brushing against what Cassidy assumed to be an exposed skin, feeling like alongside the back of his neck. “The little darling is struggling. How tragic.”

Cassidy wanted to answer him, so badly, but he simply couldn’t. Words couldn’t leave his mouth, even if they were yelling at maximum volume inside his head. He wanted to call Kip a coward, to stop doing whatever this was, to let him go. Cassidy might have not been sure in the moment what exactly was going on, but with each passing second, soft, teasing little touches against his skin, Kip’s clearly satisfied tone, it was more and more obvious that he was behind it, whatever it was.

“That is fine,” Kip finally stated, Cassidy feeling a hand brushing through his hair. The way it carded through his coils was clearly mocking, making him want to break through his state even more, to tell him to stop, that it was becoming too much. “I like you better when you don’t fight back anyway.”

The hand moved from his hair to the back of his neck, the fingertips slowly trailing past the side of the neck, just underneath the ear to his jaw. The way they moved so slowly and felt like they flicked every single hair of his beard was agonizing.

“You don’t have to fight anymore.” Cassidy could have sworn he heard the smile on Kip’s voice, despite not seeing it, despite being surrounded with nothing but darkness. His fingers stopped at Cassidy’s chin, giving it a few soft taps before brushing over his lips. “You are free now. To just be mine. And mine alone.”

The hand suddenly left his face, leaving Cassidy alone with just the lack of his own senses again. He felt an almost frantic need to get that touch back, no matter how much he also hated it. Kip was playing with him, playing with his prey, but there was something so comforting in it at the same time. A familiarity that was a welcomed taste in the darkness Cassidy was currently floating in, without anything he could do about it on his own.

He tried to fight it. Blinking his eyes, not recovering his vision. Trying to tell Kip to stop, not having a mouth to open or voice to speak out loud the words that were so loud in his head. No hand to reach for him, to beg him to come back, to give Cassidy something coherent and tangible to hold onto.

Nothing. He had nothing. He could do nothing.

He was completely at Kip’s mercy.

“Although I’m… I am sorry, Clementine.”

Cassidy felt a shiver running down his spine, followed by a hand landing on what he assumed to be his. The touch was burning hot against his skin, what he presumed to be his skin at least. It felt comforting, but still distant, as if he was experiencing it secondhand somehow. An out of body experience.

“I admit I may have overdone this a bit.”

The fingers tapped against the back of his hand a little bit, every tap feeling like it had enough force behind it to shatter his bones to pieces. Cassidy wanted to scream, let out the pain, but once again, nothing. He couldn’t do anything, just bear the feeling of Kip’s fingers slowly lacing with his, giving his hand a little squeeze.

“I just didn’t like the way you looked at anyone else. I had to do something before you would… Change your mind.”

Cassidy blinked. Or he would have, if it would have been possible.

“I couldn’t let you do that. To change your mind. About this.”

The second squeeze on his hand was much stronger, and after Kip locked it in he didn’t let go.

“About us.”

His voice lowered with the words, matching the grip he had on Cassidy’s hand. The pain shot through him, but once again nothing moved. He couldn’t react to it, couldn’t resist it, all Cassidy could do was let Kip lead this dance, and follow helplessly along while Kip did seemingly whatever it was that he wanted to do in the moment.

“I might have to do something about you feeling others too.” It was almost as if Kip was pondering his words out loud, rather than giving out a statement he might have wanted Cassidy’s opinion on too. He moved the hand in his, observing what Cassidy felt like was a pile of broken bones at this point, even though it wasn’t possible that Kip simply holding his hand was going to cause that kind of damage to him. But it sure felt like it. “Your hands are… So beautiful. I don’t want anyone else holding them but me.”

Kip’s other hand joined in grabbing his hand, fingertips trailing along the back of his fingers. Without warning he grabbed a hold of the ring finger, bending it as far backwards as he possibly could, letting it audibly snap.

Cassidy winced. He could finally let out a scream, pull his hand away.

He heard Kip cackling at him as he stumbled backwards, tripping on something, getting swallowed by the darkness again.

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Cassidy’s head snapped up from the pillow, forcing him to sit up, taking in a sharp breath. It took him a moment to stop his heart from racing, to focus back in the real world, into the dark bedroom at the late hours of the night. He closed his eyes, quickly opening them again, making sure that he was awake and being able to see this time.

Everything felt real again, helping Cassidy ease his breathing as he wiped a hand over his face and through his hair as he confirmed all of that had just been another nightmare.

Feeling the bed shifting by his side a little, his eyes shot towards it, watching as Kip just rolled from one side to another, still fast asleep. Cassidy inhaled deeply, trying to calm himself down. It was just a dream. Another one of the never ending nightmares.

As real as it felt, he knew that Kip didn’t want anything bad to him. Not anymore, at least.

#fic #character: kip sabian #character: orange cassidy #ship: orangekip #setting: belt corruption arc #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

[bugsinspace]

fine l bite. what is fandroid

i giggled like a little idiot reading this ask. OK SO. uh. fandroid is a youtuber! a group of youtubers actually. just a couple guys acting. and the characters they play are robots! fandroid started out as just one guy running a kids' yt channel but after a hiatus of ~3 years he came back with what's essentially a reboot. they play video games and stuff. the original fandroid's lore was very few and far between- basically there's these robotics companies, ADHOC and QUALIA. Fandroid and the majority of the characters we see were built by ADHOC. and ADHOC... kind of sucks!!! shady practices and all that. Fandroid and his fellow robots were NOT TREATED WELL IN THE SLIGHTEST! he was locked in one room for his Entire life, except for a few times where he was taken to other places to be tested and experimented on. yikes. he was SUPPOSED to be all alone, until one day Melody- another character- broke in through the vents and basically said "this guy is my friend now." Melody is a runaway robot from QUALIA. the kind of robot she is, a series of toys called Drone Buddies, is made to imprint on one specific human kid and be their bff. melody is broken. she chose fandroid instead! being a product from ADHOC's rival company, ofc ppl didn't like her. little menace to everyone INCLUDING fandroid (she threw a toaster at his head at one point) but its ok theyre fine im sure this friendship is healthy and normal! there's also a few prototypes, the three main ones are Beep-0, the first prototype, Frogbot, the silliest little guy around, and Fandrew, the one i'm obsessed with. i hate him. i need him to be okay. he's insane.anyway. some big Event happened leaving all the humans at adhoc Dead. sad! well there's other companies. around this time Fandroid was put into a kind of. stasis? hibernation? he was asleep(deactivated?) for a LOOOOOONG time. from 2020 to around the end of this year's january. but he's back! he's okay! i'm sure this won't do anything negative for his mental health!!! so things are okayish for a while.

and then robots start going missing.

Business Bot, a rather obscure character no one really talked about much anyway, was dismantled. Panic spread throughout the remaining robots at the facility.

Enter 404. A new character who wasn't in the original Fandroid. An error message given life, he now seeks a physical form, tearing off pieces of other robots to build onto himself. He got Business Bot, a little bit of Frogbot and is now going after the others...

However, he sucks at this. He's sooooo cringefail i need to shove him into a locker. he's the worst. people want to kiss him. people want him and beepo to kiss. robot yaoi.

so thats what ive been obsessing over for the past few months. hi twip

#bugs answers #adhoc labs

[whiskeylucciano]

Hello new beloved mutual i am also a lover of obscure characters and am delighted we have this in common can i maybe pretty please hear about your blorbos?? - tumblr user ultimatehopes

edit: would have sworn i saved this to drafts but I Did Not Apparently. uh. ill just add the finnished ramble to this later lol. pretty sure deleting this would delete the ask too so. ignore for now lmao

OK IGNORE HOW LONG THIS TOOK but. But. I have too many thoughts + also am procrastinating on my actual important school work

starting with matsuda. guy ever. he sucks so much i've been obsessed with him for 4 years and i wish more was done with him in canon ? like he's constantly mentioned as Doing Important Things but outside of DR0 its not shown. but hey thats what aus are for.

[vermwerm]

very normal queenkaard headcanons (1/2)

sorry this has to be a 2 parter cuz. i legitimately could not fit the entire thing in here

I totally dont have problems /s Yippee rou headcanons that make no amount of sense and that i wont explain!! For rou ive probably repeated some of these as, the list is very. long. He takes good care of his hair He likes pirates a very normal amount He hast adhd Rou very frequently forgets his accent around Queen He disregards his health in all aspects, a lot He uh. Eats raw meat- i dont know why i added this tbh, maybe its cuz i gave him sharp teeth He constantly wears Queens sweaters n stuff Ok ive seen this hc like. 3 times, but he can play piano He doesnt really, find himself worthy of much at all. Unless his worth is “given” to him by other people he doesnt believe he can give himself any sort of hint of being more than a laughing stock He has heterochromia He is. Always sleepy I have an entire list of things he would try and eat, theres like 30 things on there He smells like rainwater or coffee He does that thing ferrets do, where they like dont wake up when you try n wake them but they arent dead He either doesnt know how to cook at all and will set the kitchen on fire or he knows how to cook very well cuz malewife He is either a fucking god or just this silly little guy everyone laughs at He make bug noises Yeah he can blep, the entire family (lancer, queen, rou) can!! He hates King (hes just like me fr) He hates being alone, ironic cuz he lives alone but lancer visited him, and then ofc que appeared and ghhhsjhrenerggjfr Why did i add this wth, he has hydroreceptors or smth He doesnt have bones, why would he?? He can melt into a little Rou puddle He likes to snuggle up to que all the time, and for the most part immedietly reciprocates any affection he gets from her Im torn between if he can down an entire bottle of that psycho serum hot sauce shit and not feel a thing or eat one taki and die He calls Que “schönes” a lot (basically means beautiful in german) He cant stand sweet things/overly sugary things, but he does like black licorice and cinnamon candies He has memorized how to play a lot of card games, and in Card Castle would often play said games with Lancer

He prolly has to ask every like. 3 seconds what the fuck Que is saying cuz her frequent use of internet slang Rouxls gets swooned when Queen, yknow? He very rarely gets positive attention, so he normalized (kinda glorified) negative attention in his head, but ofc que andnshujrfhrhrghkrgh and basically he kind of always wants her attention cuz he knows she wont be.. A dickhead- If he got positive. Affection. He would cry He probably likes Will WoodHas the possibility of being emo when teenager Very rarely gets sleep, either temp insomnia or just forcing himself to stay up Im not too sure abt this one, but what if, jelly organs His posture is terrible, he looks like a blue shrimp when he sits Awwww the scrunkly 🥰🥺🥺🥺 double tap if youd scrunkly the when 😆 (imsorry) He can kinda mold his skin- cuz yknow… slime…. But he can only do it for a short period of time I have a list of blue moths, aka Rouxls moths I maybe partially imagine his mother is a crunchy mom and thats one of the sources for his problems He often misjudges how loud he is, so he could be talking like. To what seems to him as yelling but it seems very neutral to everyone else. And what he imagines neutral in his head is very quiet- that makes no sense Rou prolly has agoraphobia, like a lot of phobias tbh Ok time for huge block of text: he has a lot of mental illnesses tbh (oemgee hes just liek me-) but he tries to push them into obscurity, which isnt healthy at all!! What a surprise. But im unsure of whether or not mental help would exist in Castle Town, so he doesnt really know what hes doing is really fucking bad, he doesnt really tell anyone, and he also cant get help for his mental problems. He constantly tries to ignore his problems, using either an unhealthy or very rarely healthy . ignoring?? Mechanism????? Thats not the right term but whatever. Like any, bottled up mental problem, he sometimes lashes out. But he feels really horrible afterwards, he doesnt do anything detrimental but like yeah.. anywaye I dont think mental health problems would be stigmatized in castle town, but considering Rouxls is well. Rouxls. its more likely for people to immediately form a bias against him for something that if he was anyone else, they wouldnt hold said bias. hypocritical but common, some people who stay by their beliefs wont but like i said, its common for people to hold something over someone they dont likes head that they otherwise have said they hold no negative opinions on. I drew him in, Lady Demistrescus dress once. I now expect more people to draw him in that /j Whenever he tries to get back into the hobbies he originally gave up on, hes always quite scared of messing up his hair (at least with hobbies that can. Do that- like painting) so yippee bun rouxls He has a list of his favorite moths, almost every moth you can find is on there He has probably gotten a nose bleed so bad hes passed out. This has also probably happened multiple times He is transmasc, transfemm, and enby at the same time He loves doing his makeup <33 He sometimes, gets dressed all nice somedays even when he has nothing to do. He just “wants to feel pretty” yknow

He eats kitkats the immoral way He may have a heart chamber, but as much as i love adding bug aspects to characters i like im unsure if i want to keep this headcanon

#queen deltarune #rouxls kaard #deltarune #headcanons #deltarune headcanon #i have problems #im not even done with the rou headcanons #queenkaard

[onequetwo]

Lion In the Cold: A Vento Aureo Fanfic

AKA: I try writing fanfcition(it sucks)(a lot)

i like fanfiction.

so i decided to take a crack at writing my own fanfiction and honestly? i'm kind of disappointed with the results.

but someone told me that this site is a nice place to post fanfics and get good feedback and learn how to improve so lets see if thats true

and if i get bullied off of this cursed website then whatever. its not like i was here for very long anyway

uh this takes place pre-vento aureo, when bucciarati's squad only consists of abbachio and fugo. yeah idk what else to say

hope you enjoy (or not)

Abbachio had mixed feelings about keeping watch.

He was cold, tired, and miserable - but it’s not like he wished the job onto one of his teammates. Though, if he was being honest with himself, he wasn’t sure what good keeping watch was going to be. No sane individual was going to attack them in that weather.

Not to mention that it was, frankly, impossible to see. The overwhelming darkness obscured everything over ten feet away from his position outside the tent. The wind tore at Abbachio’s jacket, painfully slapping it against his skin repeatedly, while the raindrops that fell almost completely horizontally were like constant shotgun pellets to the face. Granted, they were keeping him awake; he wasn’t sure if he would be able to stay conscious otherwise, with the near-zero amount of sleep he had gotten over the course of the last week. But Bruno, who had assigned him to sentry duty, didn’t know that.

“He doesn’t have to,” he thought to himself. Whatever he was dealing with, Abbachio reasoned, Bruno had it worse. As the team leader, Bruno always took it badly when missions went sideways, and to say this one did was a bit of an understatement.

It seemed simple enough on paper. He, Bruno, and Fugo were to drive out to Venice at dawn, retrieve some signed documents, and return at midnight. Everything had gone smoothly until on the way back, the car was attacked. Bruno had dispatched the enemy eventually with his Sticky Fingers, but none of them had made it out completely unscathed. He and Fugo had received some nasty bruises, Bruno’s arm was wrapped in gauze, and the car was completely destroyed. They had barely managed to pitch the tent from their survival bag before night fell and the storm swept in.

Abbachio checked his watch in the weak lantern light and sighed. He would be out there at least another hour before he was supposed to wake Bruno. He was just about to put his watch wrist back down, however, when a faint murmur from behind startled him.

He whipped around, calling out Moody Blues to his side in a defensive stance, but couldn’t see anyone. Glancing around, he frowned. Nobody was there. 

Abbachio recalled Moody Blues and stepped towards the tent, carefully unzipping the flap to peer inside. Within the safety of the canvas, Fugo was visibly sound asleep, curled up unmoving under his green coat. Bruno, however, was resting far less peacefully. Every few seconds, he mumbled something incomprehensible before rolling over or shifting around. He was asleep, Abbachio figured, but having some sort of nightmare.

Abbachio crouched down next to Bruno, unsure of what to do. Should he wake him? Should he walk away and resume keeping watch? But something inside Abbachio he couldn’t describe compelled him to stay at his comrade’s side.

Awkwardly, he put his hand on Bruno’s head, brushing his fingers lightly through his leader’s hair. “Hey,” he said softly, fully aware that Bruno probably couldn’t hear him, “It’s ok. I’m here.”

And as if he had spoken some sort of magical sleep incantation, Bruno instantly ceased his unconscious struggling. 

Abbachio stared in disbelief for a moment. What… what just happened? Had he just soothed Bruno out of a bad dream? Was his presence…comforting? Some unfamiliar emotion welled up inside of him.

He mentally slapped himself. Gangsters like him couldn’t afford to be sentimental, especially not on missions. But was that really all Bruno was to him? Just another member of the same crime organization? No; to him, Bruno was more than just a workplace acquaintance. He was a friend. And maybe more than that.

With that, struggling to push down his uncharacteristic burst of tenderness, Abbachio stepped back outside. 

Maybe he would let Bruno sleep until morning.

#jojo's bizzare adventure vento aureo #jojo's bizarre adventure #golden wind #vento aureo #leone abbachio #bruno bucciarati #this is basically my first attempt at writing fanfiction lol #fanfic

[evilmagician430]

Hii im just starting to get into vt because of a friend and he said u know abt spencer. can u tell me abt him??

oh boy where do i even start. this is like a dream come true for me honestly. i'm going to try to stick to whats actually canon as much as possible, so i wont be getting into my own headcanons here.

i know for a fact im gonna end up typing some parapgraphs so here, i made a table of contents.

paragraph 1: age

paragraph 2: personality

paragraph 3: hobbies and interests

paragraph 4: location

paragraph 5: his backstory

paragraph 6: miscellaneous

spencer is one of the youngest venturiantale characters. the wiki states that he is 17, but when he is first introduced he says that he is 12 years old, so i'm not really sure where the fandom wiki got 17 from. he IS characterized as a young teenaged boy so really his age can be anywhere inbetween those 2 in the present day of canon (which is like... vaguely 2010s.) obviously if you're doing like timeskip aus or whatever he can be an adult.

he is very easily annoyed especially when it comes to stupid people, of which there are an abundance in the gmod roleplay cast. whenever someone ticks him off he tends to call them an "absolute nerd!!!" something which i struggle to incorporate into my own depictions because i can never seem to get it to sound natural. i mean, he himself is portrayed to be this geeky insufferable know-it-all, so it's strange that he would call other people "nerd"s, especially when theyre being dumb. but i digress. short paragraph compared to the other ones but as he's presented in canon, he really does have a simple composition. he's a nerdy kid who hates people and loves to be alone and gets angry easily.

it's hard to discern what spencer likes, but it's easy to tell what he dislikes because he'll make it known. pokemon, power rangers, barbies, really anything pink and girly (with some glaring exceptions such as being a brony and having no issue with sailor moon) and more probably. he's always looking for faults in anything people like. with pokemon, it was that it's a ripoff of digimon; with power rangers, it was that it's just a localization of super sentai, and for this reason he actually likes sailor moon because it isnt derivative. not sure what his feelings are on g4 mlp being a reboot. maybe he prefers the older gens? g3 mlp is really girly and pink though even more than g4 is so maybe he would just be a gen 1 fan and also watch mlpfim. (speculation) the wiki lists his occupation(s) as "brony, hacker, weeb" which is a really good list of things to be into and none of them are jobs. and he HAS had a job at least once is the funny part. he worked at the front desk of a random hotel. anyways from this we can conclude that he probably likes certain anime, likely the more obscure and plot-heavy ones. and he also is really apeshit bananas at computers. he knows ALL THE CODES. all of them. he spends most of his time on the computer or in bed watching anime. the shelves inbetween? i like to imagine he keeps his figures and toys there. i think he's a dc comics fan, but i can't remember if its canon or not.

he's a troglodyte dwelling almost exclusively in the basement of the acachalla house, or sometimes even in lower, secret basements. one time the acachallas moved and they left him there, and when they came back to get some stuff he rose out of the front lawn like a zombie and was like nuh uh uh this is my house now. at least once he was eaten by giant dirt worms under the house. in canon it is stated that he is not allowed to leave the basement, which seems abusive to me. i like to headcanon that spencer only THINKS he's not allowed to leave the basement because that's how it used to be in his original family that he ran away from. but thats not canon; the canon is that he's basically a captive of the acachalla household. he digs tunnels and becomes allied with the mole people but overall it doesnt seem like he minds living underground. anyways.

content warning: cult. also child death and suicide? i guess. before being adopted by the acachallas, spencer was the leader of a cult worshipping an entity known as the spence. the spence was an extremely powerful god who died or something and the mission of the cult was to resurrect him. little spencer, only 12 years old at most, killed himself in an act of ritual sacrifice. he became the mighty spence incarnate, and after gaining new life, he immediately started killing the members of his cult (because they couldnt correctly answer his trivia questions or something), and ordering them to kill one another. then he flew away on the back of a giant seagull all the way across dimensions to little butts north carolina. and then presumably his debut video happened (he goes to gamestop where gertrude is working and annoys her so much with his questions that she beats him to death with a crowbar).

O.K. now some random things. starting with the one i never shut up about: he's definitely bisexual and/or nonbinary BASED ON the situation that occurs in the killer teletubby video when he meets mabeline, a girl cosplaying as johnny ghost. he expresses interest or perhaps attraction to her (??) based on her appearing almost exactly like johnny ghost but having a girl's voice. he says, and i quote, "am i seeing... someone as hot as johnny ghost, but yet also with a feminine voice? that's like the best of both worlds, i dont know where i sign up" like there is no cishet way to interpret that i fear. anyways he also canonically has ocd and at one point, a fear of grass. a lot of this information you can just get from reading the fandom wiki but im so so so glad you asked me instead. he has a level 67 warlock in world of warcraft. he is literally the joker. his braces are so rusty they can be used as magical bullets. he's such an enigma i cant help but be obsessed with him. anyways thats the official spencer guide by me the spence enthusiast. also i have a little doll of him hes awesome

[irradiatedsnakes]

[ID: 7 drawings of monster!mechanisms designs. they are as follows: 1. a colored drawing of ivy alexandria that has been partially passed through the deep dream generator neural network, giving parts of the image a swirling, surreal appearance, often resembling eyes. 2. a digtal sketch of nastya as a ghost. her eyes are obscured by her glasses shine and she is covered in blue wisps, and dripping blue from her mouth and hands.  3. a digital sketch of drumbot brian as a centaur sitting down. his horse half is also mechanical and resembles a clydesdale. he also has horse-ish ears. 4. a sketchy bust of vampire marius. he looks smug, and looks to the side with a fanged smile. 5. digital sketch of partially-transformed werewolf gunpowder tim with doglike ears, claws, and a tail. he says "ok why did getting turned into that somehow give you a pitchfork." with a quizzical expression. 6. digital sketch of jonny d'ville as a devil or demon, with horns, pointy ears, cartoony wings, and a thin tail with a heart-shaped tip. he's holding a hellish pitchfork, looking confused and says "what? i already owned this.” 7. a traditional sketch of harpy/siren raphaella. she holds here feathery winged arms out, while her mechanical bat wings are unfurled behind her. her lower half is that of a bird. end ID]

ok ill post a couuuple. self indulgence machine go brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

ok so u know like back in the gravity falls fandom there was that really popular au called monster falls where everybody got turned into some sort of monster/mythological creature? i fucking love that scenario and have been making my own little “everybody gets cursed by a witch or something so now i get to draw these fun designs” aus for like everything i like (never did it w tma oddly enough? good inspo just never struck.) so here.......is..........this. not everybodys pictured here but go under the cut for a list of what everybody is plus some extra notes and stuff

lets just goooooo alphabetical order

ashes - OKAY HONESTLY STILL NOT 100% ON ASHES im THINKING half-dragon. yes i know i already went dragon for them in the furry au its just a good fit and also looks Cool, but also waiting out to see if i can think of anything better

brian - CENTAURRRR also again. yes. i know i went 4 horse for him in the furry au. its just good and has fun brian vibes. wanting to draw centaur brian was the thing that led to this au happening

ivy - ELDRITCH SOMETHIN OR OTHER...idk what youd call that exactly. but you get the gist. cosmic horror, eyes, unfathomable patterns and things. doing the deep dream stuff for her in that picture was very fun and im very happy w how it came out...definitely something to revisit in the future. not sure how i wanna draw her when...not doing a whole colored digital thing, but well cross that bridge when i can draw again

jonny - he’s. he’s a devil? a little demon guy? like. yeah. of course. this guy was fucking meant to have little wings horns and a cute little demon heart tail. he has somehow become MORE bastardly

marius - VAMPIRE MARIUS ONCE AGAIN HES JUST FUN. hes just fun and the aesthetic suits him. i cant wait to draw him in a fun little cape with one of those big dramatic collars you know the ones. vampire marius is of course @ alientoastt’s idea!!

nastya - BANSHEE...or ghost in general but there some banshee stuff i feel could be fun to integrate. apparently in some tellings banshees can turn into crows? i love that very much. but anyways hmm..some notes abt the design in thsi post shes not quite where i want her to be. this was done on that collab canvas the other day and like...was mostly noodling things out having fun, those flamey looking bits are a very nice motion very fun to do but NOT wwhat i want for ghostya. i want her to be more. drippy. very drowned person vibes. fire and upward-floating motif not what i want. but it was fun to draw. also i think theres some potential comedy in there with “person who predicts deaths” among crew who habitually murder each other

raphaella - SOMEWHERE BTWN HARPY & SIREN (the bird kind not the mermaid kind) very excited abt her. lots of fun potential poses here. doing her design was a bit tricky- sirens tend to be just like- big birds with human heads? but i didt wanna do just that that takes away too much of her design recognizbility yknow to Just have her head. so she has a people torso, bird from the waist down, plus her arms are wings. which means she has Two pairs of wings. which i for one think is incredibly fun like you remember in httyd2 valka’s dragon w the four wings? yeah. also avent figured what bird in particular shell be based on- for the ufrry au i went w african grey parrot but dont feel like that here. ill think on it

tim - WEREWOLF TIM DUH. DUH. also i think werewolves are especially funny in scenarios like thse cus like- okay everybody suddenly ahhh cursed ahh monster whatever. but then tims just there like. i mean i feel fine lol and u get to have the fun surprise of Oh Suddenly Werewolf. also the question of how exactly werewolves who change based on the moon function in a. spaceship. i like to think its entirely fucking random i think thats funny

TS - ANIMATED SUIT OF ARMOR!! I DONT HAVE MUCH MORE TO SAY ON THSI BUT I LOVE . THIS IDEA. and i will never draw it. because fuck drawing and designing armor oh my god

anyways i think thats??? all i have to say on this??? agdvjdkb. if you wanna talk about this at all (or if u wanna see more doodles...) im totally open to that. ill be real i get weirdly embarrassed about specifically this kind of au (like. monster stuff in general especially werewolf/vampire stuff i could not fucking tell you why. gotten better abt it over time though hey im actually postin this shit!) so im just happy i posted it afhcgvjdkvdg .

as for story type things like how. this happens. frankly i dont know thats not my forte. but the little bit of whatever ive got going on my head has the Terrific Trio of ivy marius & raphaella doing Research Science Whatever down on a planet somewhere get into contact with a Cursed Artifact or whatever the fuck and eventually get back to the aurora like. oh. uh. it happened to you guys too, huh. but thats like whatever honestly im not in it for the writing im here to draw fun centaur man etc.

if you made it to the bottom of this winding fucking ramble know that i love you. mwah. that was fun to write out i like thought barfing about stuff like maybe 3 people will care about

#art #mechanisms #no tags i dont think djgvdhbkdhbd #1 #2 #the mechanisms #ok im gong to hit post . ok #scopophobia

[thetriggeredhappy]

can I request sniper and scout planning a little secret symbolic wedding for themselves? its just self indulgent, since they wanna have this connection so they do a tiny intimate thing for the two of them but then all the two teams show up, ms pauling, sniper's parents and scout's family to celebrate too, and they all have a happy day

i dunno if this one will be coherent or and i dont have a joke for ya so thats where we’re at today

(no warnings)

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He notices Scout looking at things just a little longer. Scout was a man of motion, of emotion, of elation, so seeing him pause, ever, for any length of time, was enough to pique Sniper’s interest. It had to be a big deal, of Scout was looking at it, and he prided himself on being observant.

So seeing the things he paused in front of—jewelry stores, boutiques, flower shops, at first it confused him, but then he saw what Scout was looking at in them. The flower shops had pretty arrangements right in front, labeled vaguely in some with phrases like ‘arrangements for your special day!’ and less vaguely in others as ‘wedding arrangements available’. The boutiques often with white dresses towards the front, and pictures of smiling couples nearby.

Little cards in the display of the jewelry store window proclaiming ‘engagement rings’.

It didn’t take long to piece together.

A number of issues were present. The concept of legal marriage alone was a big one. First because they were two men, one of whom was shaky in terms of immigration and two of whom were shaky in terms of being legally defined as criminals of the highest degree, potentially legally dead in some ways, and certainly smart enough to not walk into a courthouse. Besides that, the paperwork involved, the idea of getting either of their families around when Scout’s family was constantly on the wind in at least one corner and his own hardly on speaking terms with him, the heartbreak—

But Scout paused when he looked at the engagement rings.

Sniper was increasingly exasperated and helpless against the little voice in his head that seemed to watch out for Scout’s well-being, that said, well, couldn’t he at least try and figure something else out?

So it took some thinking. Some rehearsing his words in his own head. Some justifications being made, torn down, analyzed and readdressed with a clearer mind. And he came to a decision.

And when he next got the chance, he called his mum and had a talk with her about a lot of things, so many of them at least a decade and a half in the making. And she didn’t understand, not at all, not on that first phone call, not on the second. But on the third she took care to assure him that she would try, she really would, she really would, and finally gave him permission to use the old family heirloom engagement ring.

And it was subtle and sudden when Sniper proposed. Scout was sat on the steps of the camper, using Sniper’s pocket knife to pick mud out of the soles of his shoes, and Sniper took a seat next to him, plonked a pair of bottles between them. Scout leaned over to bump their shoulders together, grinning at him, and Sniper smiled too, started drinking his own.

Out clear on the horizon line, most of the clouds hadn’t quite blown far enough to obscure the sun. It would be setting soon, and then Scout would be off to eat with the rest of the team and Sniper would get to his own routine. It was a nice night, though.

Finally Scout flicked the knife closed, tucked it into his pocket best he could, reached for the bottle still sitting next to him, popped it and started drinking before it could foam over (he didn’t know how it always did that, he just had awful luck, apparently).

Sniper finished his own drink before Scout could get very far into his own. Stared out across the desert.

“You good?” Scout finally asked, picking idly at the label. “You seem, uh... I dunno. Sad, maybe. One’a those?”

“No, er... just...” Sniper tried, cleared his throat. Now Scout’s eyebrows were raised. “Nervous, is all.”

“Oh, one’a those,” Scout said, and frowned when Sniper shook his head again, drawing a hand down his face, taking a deep breath. “Is... is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Sniper nodded, took another deep breath. “Yeah. Just...”

He paused for a long few moments. Reached to fish through the pocket of his vest, held his closed fist out to Scout. Scout freed up a hand to hold a hand out, palm-up, still frowning, and pulled it back to look at the item Sniper had dropped in his palm.

Blinked. Blinked. Sniper gulped, wishing he had a drink still, something to help with how dry his mouth had gone all of a sudden, watching Scout’s expression carefully.

“Oh,” Scout whispered. Barked a laugh, like shock more than humor, the volume abrupt. “Oh.”

Sniper gulped hard again, looked away, looked back. Scout’s expression didn’t change in the time he wasn’t watching it. “You seem, er... surprised,” Sniper said carefully.

“Well, yeah, duh, yeah, I didn’t—“ Scout said all in a stumbling rush, and took a breath, and seemed to hold it. His eyes hadn’t moved from the ring since he first saw it. He blinked a few times, barked that laugh again. “I didn’t think you’d want...”

“I do,” Sniper said, voice tight, and Scout looked up at him for the first time in a while, and his eyes widened in even more surprise.

“Oh, shit,” he said quickly, seeming to finally register the nervousness, the fear, the worry, and he surged forward, hands on Sniper’s shoulders, one wrapped in half a fist around the ring. “I, yeah, yes, I, yes to the—yes! I’m—“

And then he kissed Sniper, hard, almost bruising, and it didn’t get particularly far before it was broken by another huff of air against Sniper’s lips, and when he pulled back Scout’s grin was a little weak.

“Just never thought you’d ask me, not in a million years,” he admitted.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to cry,” Sniper teased, entire body awash with a sense of relief.

“Oh, fuck off, you’re the one with the watery eyes here,” Scout scoffed, and kissed him again.

And they both made sure to note that they knew there were more conversations to be had, but those could wait until both of them had a clearer head again, which took damn near a week and a half, both so much more giddy than they’d expected to be, then another week when Sniper next saw the ring, hung on a little chain usually tucked beneath Scout’s shirt, worn around his neck apparently since the day he got it.

He liked the word fiancée more than he’d expected to, and he’d expected to like it a lot, and even then, Scout seemed to like it even more.

And Scout admitted half his surprise up front had been because he himself had no real idea how this was going to work, it was just that the idea of being married made him really really happy. He liked weddings, loved weddings, loved the idea of... of settling into something. That really, marriage was the only kind of settling down that he’d ever liked the idea of. And even if it was just... just something quiet, just the two of them, that was fine by him.

And Sniper had nodded, and there had been a pause, but then suddenly Scout spoke up again with a ‘but, I mean, my Ma is always going on about wanting to see me get married, so I kinda have to invite her to whatever we do’.

That was a good start for the plans they had. No particular pressure on it, really, considering they decided not to tell anyone at first. Sniper started trying to figure out where might be a good place to hold... something, maybe not a whole ceremony, but something. Scout started trying to figure out where to get a suit, and where Sniper could get his own tailored, but they weren’t in a rush, and a few months passed without making much progress at all, nothing even feeling like it had changed except that now Sniper would catch Scout fidgeting with the chain he kept the ring on and grinning.

The first real change came when someone else noticed too.

Pyro, stood in-between matches and pointing at the chain around Scout’s neck as he switched into a less charred shirt and mumbling a question, made Scout stammer. Scout stammering made most of the team turn to look. Then more of them saw the chain there, saw the ring there, and some of the more perceptive ones pieced together a few things rather quickly. It was Demo who first said something, outright asking ‘is that an engagement ring?’.

A beat of silence where all were frozen, then the voice over the intercom rang out telling them they had ten seconds until battle, and Scout was off like a shot towards the gate.

In his absence, eyes turned to Sniper instead, who proved to be even less helpful in that he stuttered his way through all ten of those seconds and the team had no choice but to follow Scout’s lead and leave it for later.

Sniper was hoping that he’d be able to escape the team’s questions after battle if he could make it through the Resupply room before everyone else did. But he realized very quickly that would also mean throwing Scout to the proverbial wolves, and besides that, he couldn’t run from this forever. So instead he kicked around the Resupply for a few minutes waiting for the team to come back from chasing down the other team in the humiliation round, and wasn’t entirely surprised when Scout was one of the first back, expression tight with nerves up until the exact moment that Demo and Soldier came wandering in, elbowing at each other and chatting at well above speaking volume.

Neither of them, apparently, had much to say, besides Demo clapping Sniper hard on the shoulder and proclaiming that it took them long enough, and Soldier brushing off their ‘fraternizing nonsense’ in favor of continuing his argument with Demo. Pyro was in the room next, talking and gesturing enthusiastically, and while Scout was trying to translate to Sniper the Engineer came in and shoo’d Pyro along, telling them to mind their business, albiet with what Sniper would almost refer to as a proud smile aimed in Scout’s direction. Medic and Heavy were in the room next, and all that Heavy seemed to be confused about was the legality surrounding marriage between anyone besides a man and a woman in the United States, with Medic attempting to explain but also largely clueless to the actual logistics of the thing. Spy only stuck around long enough to quip that it was a little ridiculous for any of them to worry about legality of all things, which Sniper wasn’t entirely sure how to interpret.

Demo, across the room, in the middle of trying to unstick his jacket from himself with all the mud coating one side of it, quipped that he’d better be invited, and asked what he had to do to get the best man position. From there, a series of what Sniper interpreted as mostly jokes followed, the team chiming in about their attendance, including a number of them laughing that they weren’t exactly allowed in any churches and Pyro insisting that they wanted to be the one throwing the flowers (and no they would not in fact set any on fire) and Heavy saying that if they couldn’t find a good glass to stomp on then Medic had plenty of spare beakers that he wasn’t using for anything, much to the doctor’s protest.

This became the team running joke for a while, was everyone constantly bringing up the wedding. When Spy stomped into the room fuming because of another perfectly good shirt ruined by the base’s washing machine, the Engineer quipped that oh no, what would he wear to the wedding now? When Soldier got into an argument with Pyro, Demo referred to it as a spat between groomsmen. When Sniper was acting particularly cranky one day (not his fault, the base’s coffee machine was awful and they really needed to replace it one of these days), Spy muttered into his tea that it was a shame Scout had to put up with such a bridezilla, a joke Medic chortled about well into the afternoon.

It might have gotten out of hand around the time that poor Pauling had to hear about it, just trying her best to oversee delivering a set of brand new weapons and explaining their assorted bells and whistles, accosted through her entire explanation by jokes that this was a bit extravagant for a wedding gift, that hopefully she’d at least get time off to attend the reception, that competition for maid of honor wasn’t exactly steep but she’d probably be winning anyways, until finally she snapped that if Sniper and Scout were actually going to get married then they needed to note that on their upcoming contract renewals but to otherwise stop talking to her about it so damn much.

This, Scout said, is when he started feeling bad for not talking to his Ma about it yet. Miss Pauling knowing he was getting married before his own mother felt wrong, he said, and so he spent the afternoon steeling himself to make the phone call.

From the combination of relief and vague dismay on Scout’s face when he came back, Sniper could tell something was up, and it was with a number of pauses in the middle of speaking that Scout explained that he’d barely gotten through the news before Ma had started calling over various brothers to tell them the news too, each taking a turn on the phone to get halfway through some kind of third degree that they needed to pass along to Sniper before actually congratulating him, each asking when they’d need to get down there for the wedding in turn. Apparently he’d accidentally called when some of his brothers were over for dinner, and so he explained to Sniper that word was as good as out, because as much as he loved his brothers, not a single one of them could keep their mouths shut to each other.

And so they both sat down with a calendar and had to pick an actual date for a wedding.

Altogether, the date they picked was a little over a year since Sniper proposed, which felt appropriate, and only a few months from then, just long enough for Scout’s brothers to get time off of work. They decided against a whole entire proper ceremony with a priest and vows and all, mostly because legality being an issue, they didn’t have much a reason to stick to tradition. A few things would end up sticking, though. They’d have seating, because Sniper’s mum wasn’t up for standing around for long periods of time anymore and one of Scout’s brothers had that bad leg and cane from his time in the army. They’d dress up for it, because Scout was truly looking forward to that part, to looking nice on the actual day. Vows weren’t necessarily going to be on-script, but they’d both take a moment to say something to each other, and there would be a kiss, and then they’d have a bit of time set aside for if either of their families brought up any traditions they truly wanted to do. And, of course, there’d be some kind of party afterwards, because they both knew that the team would make there be a party afterwards either way.

What they didn’t expect was how quickly the team jumped to help as soon as they mentioned they’d set an actual date in stone to some degree. The Engineer was quick to offer to help with setting up chairs and tables, carting things around if they needed it, having a truck and all. Soldier was happy to offer suggestions for if they wanted catering, having eaten at and subsequently been banned from every eatery in the county, and Pyro started baking at an until then unprecedented clip as they tried to find the exact right recipe for a good wedding cake because they had to have a wedding cake and it had to be perfect. Heavy, to his credit, pointed out a few logistical issues with having the wedding, namely that it couldn’t be anywhere on the base and that they weren’t allowed in the town of Teufort, and Demo was so kind as to offer up his own house and property, given that it had so much space and he knew his mother wouldn’t mind it and besides that, it was a very pretty place.

And then Spy found in the mail the magazines Sniper was looking through when trying to pick out something suit-adjacent, and he could tell Spy was gearing up to really lay into him about it before Sniper pointed out that Spy should really just stop snooping through other people’s mail, and by the next day he found a pair of order forms in his camper on the table, almost entirely filled out except for a few of the fields regarding things like the color of the suits and payment information.

And then he and Scout were trying on suits, and figuring out which hotels were close enough for Scout and Sniper’s families to stay in, and looking at flowers, and figuring out how many days they should schedule off of work and whether the team would be doing the same—

—and then it was the week before, and one night Sniper found himself standing in the camper with Scout, late at night, half-exhausted and stressed out and more terrified than he’d expected to be, arms tight around Scout’s waist. And Scout held on just as tight, and inhaled, and exhaled, shifting with that breath in Sniper’s grip. And Sniper found himself breathing out apologies, so quiet they didn’t quite catch against the grit in his voice, for causing such a fuss about all this, for things getting so out of hand. And Scout had laughed, had squeezed him tight in arms usually used for hurting people to instead give him so much comfort in that moment, and said that he wouldn’t want it any other way. Anything else and it wouldn’t exactly feel like them.

And the two days before the wedding stretched out infinitely, a mix of terror and impatience lacing his every move, and then the day of the wedding itself felt like it took no time at all.

The sun didn’t quite beat down upon them, a blessing even with them wearing simple vests as opposed to full suits, a scattering of cloud cover making the heat bearable and throwing the sunshine out away from them. And the grass around the DeGroot residence was slippery in the morning, slick under their shoes, and Sniper watched nervously across towards his mum and dad as his dad squinted suspiciously around at things and his mum patted him consolingly about only god knew what. And one of Scout’s brothers had brought a camera and was dashing around taking pictures, and most of the team had managed to dig up assorted formal wear, and the Engineer bustled trying to make sure everything was set up just right as Soldier helped Pyro with carrying the frankly ludicrous cake towards the table somewhere. And on one side was Scout’s family, all rowdy, and on the other was the team, even rowdier, his parents squashed between and being vaguely protected from the team by the more generally responsible ones (namely Heavy, who Sniper’s father clearly approved of in some way for being so imposing, and Spy, who Sniper’s mother approved of on the basis of him being entirely polite). And Miss Pauling was there much to Sniper’s surprise, claiming that she was meant to oversee off-base activities (although he suspected she just wanted the time off and was glad to watch the final nail go into the coffin of Scout’s long-gone infatuation with her). And Medic was so kind as to let Sniper know the other team had left a present at the base for them that morning—assuring him, at his alarmed look, that it was merely a prank dummy bomb set to tick as loudly as possible within the packaging, and a note thanking them for the free time off. That was as much a relief as the cloud cover.

And then the ceremony itself happened, so long before Sniper was ready, as if he could ever truly be ready. And he’d seen Scout’s vest already, but not worn, not standing across from him with a glitter in his eyes and a watery smile and hands fidgeting nervously with grip tape that wasn’t there, face red. And Sniper’s hands were sweaty and clammy, and his voice cracked from the very first word of what he had been rehearsing in his head over and over since he proposed, but the way Scout’s expression shone with pride and love had made so much of that nervousness disappear, and he couldn’t find it in him to be nervous, to worry about the team.

He didn’t have it written down, felt that note cards would make this feel stiff, and he wasn’t all that good at writing down his thoughts regardless. But Scout was sniffling by the end of it, and his own voice had gone rough as he just barely kept it together, so he at least knew he was doing something right. 
And Scout didn’t have anything written down either, and when his turn to speak came, there were a few long moments where Sniper worried he’d blanked, forgotten what he wanted to say. But Scout got there, voice surprisingly steady, surprisingly level. And he didn’t remember all of it, but he remembered some in the middle.

“I still can’t believe you love me, that you wanna stay with me for as long as we can, that you trust me and care about me,” Scout said, “but I’m gonna try, I’m gonna try so hard, and I’m gonna do whatever I gotta do to make sure you know I love you too, every single day, and to earn it. I promise. That’s what this is, is me promising. I promise.” 
And that’s when Sniper broke, the first tears falling, needing to wipe at his face gingerly with his sleeve and accompanied by a general ‘aww’ and chuckles from the crowd of loved ones gathered there, and Scout smiled all the wider.

And Sniper did end up stomping on a glass (not one of Medic’s beakers), and both of them were all but showered in assorted confetti by the family they’d somehow gathered over the years, and there was eating, and dancing, and drinking, and dancing, and by the time the sun started to set down beyond the horizon line he found himself stood there with Scout in the middle of it all, kissing him over, and over, and over again, each and every one a promise that he very much intended to keep, come what may.

“I love you,” he said, again, again, and Scout never once stopped smiling.

#sniperscout #speeding bullet #tf2 #team fortress 2 #que? #shut up me #everybody talks #my fanfiction #its just pretty gay overall fellas

[thatfunkyopossum]

whys it a worthless video essay? genuinely curious on your thoughts :0

The racism mostly!

Disclaimer: i’m white, and not meaning to speak for any person of color! My opinions on this are formed based on what i noticed in combination with what i know about racism, and I believe that in this case i’m right about what i’ve observed. That said, my observations are open to criticism from any black people who might be reading this and feel like weighing in, as my only personal experiences in bigotry are with my identity as a queer person. In short: i’m not an expert, but i do have eyes and what they see is repulsive. Anyway this will be rambly.

First and foremost, The Tragedy of Droids by @popculturedetective’s editing directly connects the Droids in Star Wars with the atrocities of chattel slavery in the americas, and the perceived connection is at times hinted at in the script.

@4:10 into the video “...they’re also bought and sold like cattle” is a quote i caught when trying to find the following time stamps, because the editing is the real beast here.

There’s also @ 4:35 “you can probably guess where i’m going with this, because the social arrangement i’ve just described is one of property and owner. And a property relationship between two intelligent beings that gives one absolute power over the other is called slavery.”

In this video essay, there are multiple times when the visuals cut between Roots and the droids of Star Wars. This is important because Roots is a mini series based off the family history of the black man who wrote the book, Alex Haley, and the scenes being directly juxtaposed with Star Wars droids are the scenes from it where black people are on slave ships or being sold at auction. TToD essay, which was at the very least presented by a white man, wants the viewer to connect robots and black people for the sake of the essay’s argument. TToD essay wants the connection between real black human beings who actually lived and suffered and died in the real damn world to, i cannot stress this enough, machines.

To anyone who is reading this and not seeing why thats fucked up, because they view the droids as people, here’s the problem. Droids aren’t people. No matter how you slice it, no matter how much you love them, theres actually no way for us to be sure that 99% of droids are sentient beings, that are self aware, and that feel things. Droids in the Star Wars universe are constructed to be tools that talk to you and have fun personalities. Some droids might be self aware and sentient, but the likelihood is that the vast majority aren’t due to being what they are. Tools. This is in stark contrast to black people, because black people are, uh, people!!

At 4:00 into the video essay, we start to see the cuts between Roots and Star Wars. Pop Culture Detective cuts between C-3PO/R2-D2 being sold to Luke’s family and a black woman being put in front of a crowd of white people to be auctioned off. This same sequence of cuts is used again later in the video essay.

At 28:20 into the video, a clip from Star Trek: The Next Generation is used wherein Guinan (played by Whoopi Goldberg, a black woman) is talking about slaves and slavery, how there have been disposable people in history. This clip on its own is so, so good. It aired in 1989, and I have no idea what the political climate was like for black people then (im not as well versed in history as i would like) but i can guess it probably wasn’t good!

“...They do the dirty work. They do the work that no one else wants to do because its too difficult or too hazardous. You don’t have to think about their welfare. You don’t think about how they feel. Whole generations of disposable people.”

And then Pop Culture Detective uses this (to me) powerful line about atrocities done to human beings... and cuts to R2-D2 serving drinks to Jabba’s crew. PCD says some bullshit about how star wars is using the droids as an allegory for slavery but has nothing to say with the metaphor, and then it cuts back to Guinan to finish her speech. Might i say: what the fuck. What the fuck.

I can’t find it right now, but i distinctly remember there is also a bit where the visuals cut straight from a black man’s face to the face of an astromech.

And the cherry on top is that the clones are in this video... and never mentioned. Okay actually i’m going to talk about this video’s treatment of the clones and how utterly fucked up it is because i was so caught up in the “this essay wants you to think of the horrors of chattel slavery done to black people as being even remotely comparable to the existence of R2-D2” that i forgot to talk about the clones.

Okay so this video does not mention the clones at all. It uses clips from the clone wars and clips from the prequels movies with clones in them, but the clones aren’t even so much as talked about in passing. The closest we get is this brushing off of the issue in general @29:50:

“Remember, this is a universe where humanoid slavery exists as well, but its presented as unambiguously negative, though not exactly something the heroes are in a rush to abolish.”

Which is said about Anakin and his mother. And its not like they forgot about the clone wars and to talk about it at all! No, they had this to say on it @15:10. See if you notice anything.

“...But what about Battle droids?... Well, the separatist droid army in the prequels seems specifically designed as little more than canon fodder. Making the bad guys unfeeling robots avoids the messy moral complications and mass casualties that would result from an interstellar war. If battle droids aren’t alive then the audience doesn’t have to care when thousands of them are killed in extended battlefield scenes. Indeed we’re encouraged to think of these types of droids as mere objects and to cheer at their dismemberment.”

Drink it in y’all, i’m still absorbing it. I’ll note that sections of this were played over clips from the first battle of geonosis, and there were clones on screen. So, PCD completely sidesteps the issue of the clones, seemingly unaware of the actual explicit enslavement of brown men who are unquestionably living thinking feeling people, in favor of projecting humanity onto every single droid including the infamously poorly programed B1 Battle droids.

I don’t know what else I can say on that besides the fact that some obscure ass clips from the clone wars are used to humanize the robots, implying that PCD watched tcw and missed the episode where Slick calls the Jedi slavers.

There’s other problems with it as a whole, like the essayist completely failing to prove beyond a reasonable doubt that all droids are sentient, or that even most droids are. No consideration is given to the purpose, construction, or make/model of droid into the question of “are they sentient”? And we’re left with the implication that your average mouse droid is at all relatable to a black person.

In fact, PCD in this essay seems to actually imply that r2-d2 and bb8 being sentient-ish robots we’re supposed to empathize with, and the battle droids being not that, is due to a failure/breakdown of internal logic. And not that they’re, you know, different machines...?

I have so much to say on this mess, but this is long enough as it is. In conclusion, Pop Culture Detective’s video essay should have been about the clones, but it chose to focus on droids instead and in doing so dehumanized black people in an attempt to humanize robots.

I’ll leave you with this quote from the video, but edited slightly to be instead about the clones.

“[Slick]’s observations about [clone] slavery could have been an opportunity for Star Wars to finally grapple with the uncomfortable fact that...the good guys seem to have been keeping sentient beings in a state of perpetual servitude.”

#long post #racism #slavery #star wars

[bakugous-bitch-boi]

BNHA AND G/T STORY

So I wrote this back in January for Amino and thought "Hey I have a Tumblr now, why not post it there?" So yeah thats what I'm doing-

For reference the borrower in this story is my OC Thomas. He's not explicitly BNHA related but I just thought it'd be cool to see him in that universe so I slapped a quirk on him and did what I usually do with him.

Throw him into danger-

Anyways uh yeah so enjoy the short story- if enough people like this one I'll continue it and it can be a series UwU

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They were barely audible inside the colorfully decorated dorm room, the tiny steps only just being heard above the natural ambiance of the building's various series of ventilation. The source of the tiny steps was also similarly barely detectable, wirh the noise originating from the movement of a young borrower boy named Thomas who’s height only just reached a measly one inch. The boy also made sure to stay as low to the ground beneath him as he possibly could to eliminate the easy viewing of his silhouette against the cream colored wall behind him. Granted, the terrain the child was walking on was a flat one dotted with figures around three times his size at their smallest of a man he didn’t recognize, so their was ample space to hide in case the inhabitant of the room decided to return.

Thomas was used to this sneaking around, he had been doing it ever since he was born after all, it was just how borrowers made it in the world. However this time was different from every other living arrangement he had found himself in. His last travel companion had abandoned the young child in the bitter cold around a week ago, leaving the kid to fend for himself. It was something new for Thomas, and already seven days in he had made up his mind that he didn’t like it. The world had always appeared scary, again that was just a prerequisite for being a borrower born into a world where eighty percent of humans are born with the most terrifying abilities, however being near someone always managed to make it better for Thomas. Without that extra layer of an adult's protection, simple acts like going mere meters away from his hole-in-the-wall home seemed like the most daunting thing imaginable.

The child had tried his best to limit his borrowing activities due to this extra fear, however that was something a lot easier said than done. When Thomas had clambered inside the closest building for protection that stormy night, he quickly realized that no matter where he decided to make a home inside said structure he’d be without one resource or another. He found that the layout of the building was fairly simple, it was almost like a square ring that held a garden in its center with a open indoor room flanking this courtyard on the first floor which was followed by the floors above split into a hallway and several other smaller rooms, however no one place in the large building had everything he needed. His old traveling friends had shown him what objects were most essential to gather, and while some were easily found if he went to the right spaces like cloth or tape other’s like the basics of food and water were incredibly scarce no matter where he went. Or, in the areas where they could be found easily, they were guarded by “quirked” humans which essentially made them inaccessible unless he was able to wait for the human to leave. Some rooms were completely off limits in fact due to said quirked beings having particularly terrifying, in one case quite literally explosive, predispositions. This left Thomas’ options severely limited and obviously made his life ten times more difficult, however he had managed it so far and was able to get things down to a pretty consistent routine.

Thomas’ steps remained quiet and his body close to the ground as he reached his final source of resources for the day, after he grabbed this he would be able to try his best to fall asleep. Granted, this resource wasn’t necessary or even a particularly consistent one, however the child’s sweet tooth obviously couldn’t resist a lazily opened and forgotten chocolate bar when it was so close to his space inside the wall. He approached the candy from an untouched side still kept snuggly inside it’s wrapper, however tearing into said wrapping to get the freshest piece would make his presence incredibly obvious so doing so was completely out of the question. He was pushing his luck even going for the candy in general to begin with. His head swiveled towards the door as he slowly reached the opened side of the candy bar which lead him to leave the safe area behind the assorted colorful plastic figures and make his way out in the open. He noticed the sound of people approaching the room he had situated himself in, easily recognizing one of the voices as the teenage inhabitant of the space. His eyes grew as he heard the distinctive sound of speech, he had to make this as quick as possible. The fluffy haired borrower darted over to the exposed and somewhat mangled chocolate and bent down on his knees, his feet slipping the slightest bit on the slick wood of the dresser he had been sneaking around on. He grabbed a small piece of metal he had gathered in his travels from the sack strung over his shoulder which he then drove into a chunk of relatively untouched but still exposed chocolate. He used what little arm strength his young arms had built up to saw a lump of chocolate away from the rest of the bar which he then wrapped in a bit of shredded wax paper he had gathered from one of the rooms. He was quick about the whole action of cutting the chunk and then wrapping it up, so when he stood up and noticed that the voices were still firmly outside he was only a little surprised.

He took those few seconds of breathing room to look up at the wall behind him, his eyes trailing up the massive poster that spread across it which was slightly obscured due to his viewpoint. The poster was of the same man in a colorful outfit that the many figures and other posters in the room depicted, however despite him being so abundantly shown in the small space Thomas was always drawn to this one particularly large image. He didn’t know why, after all the sight of a human was hardwired in a borrower's brain to be like looking at death itself, but the aura the man gave off was similar to that of the adult borrowers he had been traveling with all six years of his life. Maybe it was just the smile of the man in the image or simply the colors he adorned himself with, but the past few seven days spent in the terrifying collection of horror filled rooms was made just a little brighter and easier when he was met with the warmth of this particular poster. His eyes were lost, so lost that the movement of him slinging the pack over his shoulder once more was slowed and without haste. As he looked up a childishly pure smile grew on his tiny face, a smile that was unaware of the motion of an opening door behind him and the sounds of rising voices and shuffling feet until the very last second.

When Thomas finally turned around after breaking himself away from the happiness of the poster, he was greeted with a sight that would take the smile off of even the most grizzled borrowers face. He saw the boy who inhabited the room standing in the doorway, and while his silhouette did not appear too imposing when considering the other people living in the building, he was still a human with a much more capable build than most typically had. At first Thomas’ heart hitched in his chest as he immediately assumed he was seen and therefore completely finished, however after a second of looking he noticed the boy was busily scrolling through his phone and thusly hadn’t noticed the tiny child staring at him in terror on his dresser. The tiny boy wasted no time after realizing he was safe, and with one push from his little legs he sprinted over to the zigzagging crack in the wall just big enough for him to squeeze through. He didn’t focus on keeping hidden, he didn’t focus on staying quiet, all he saw in those few heart wrenching seconds was his sliver of hope and safety. As he ran he heard an audible “Hmm?” from the freckled green haired teen who had apparently noticed the sound of rushing tiny steps and the puny silhouette of a minuscule boy sprinting for safety. While he heard the sound, Thomas didn’t stop. He kept running, pushing his speed higher and higher with every step, determined not to get captured. While he tried his best to stay calm, his breath couldn’t help but quicken and tears managed to loosen from the corners of his eyes. He could see the gentle glow of his quirk beginning to activate around him through blurred teary eyed vision, however he managed to push down his body's instinctual urge to protect his young, fragile self so he could focus on getting back into his hiding spot.

He launched himself into the cracked space cutting through the wall, his body scraping against the tight jagged sides, tearing at his baggy self-made shirt and cutting up his skin. He didn’t care about the slight pain in that moment however, instead he was concerned with making sure it looked like absolutely nothing strange or out of the ordinary was happening behind the small hole in the wall. The child gathered himself and the few belongings he had before pushing them all against the side of the tight space just out of view from someone looking in, he himself sitting against the drywall with his head tucked into his folded arms to look as small and inconspicuous as possible. The inviting shine of his quirk appeared once more as he felt the teens presence just outside his miniature room, the thought of him peering in looking for an intruder to destroy with glee only forcing out more pitiful tears from the young boys eyes and the continued growth of his quirks effect. He stayed quiet however, not letting a sound slip from his tiny mouth as he waited for the teen to either pass him by or try and find a way to get to the quivering borrower.

After a few tense moments, the massive green haired teen reluctantly decided that the noise he had heard shuffling across his dresser was just in his head, leading him to walk off over to his bed. In the new, less pressured silence Thomas was able to let his rising emotions out as much as he wanted to in the form of quiet stuttering sobs. By this point his quirk had fully activated and created a bubble-like shield around him as it was supposed to do when he was in danger, and behind the glowing force field the tiny child tried to calm himself down as best as he was able to after his perceived brush with death. As his hands trembled he went to grab his makeshift pack, his fingers nimbly curling around the small wrapped piece of chocolate he had borrowed mere moments ago. He didn’t want to waste the sweet substance so quickly, however the poor kid rationalized that he was scared enough to deserve munching on the cocoa flavored chalk. He took small, feeble bites, only stopping to let loose another hiccuping sob.

After all, what was a tiny kid to do under such heart-stopping pressure?

#bnha #g/t #g/t story #tiny boy #borrowers #haha im in danger

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19 and 23 for author asks

19) when it comes to more complicated narratives, how do you keep track of outlines, characters, development, timeline, ect.?

uhm <3 i dont rlly do a lot of complicated narratives like really it was just same old antics that had a few moving parts but ive had a few other fics that needed a bit of planning (camera obscura and long way home come to mind)

i have a little discord server thats just me with some writing channels and if a fics giving me trouble i give it its own channel and i can just toss ideas in there and react with an x to the message once ive dealt with it and then ALSO i just slam shit down on sticky notes and put those up on my wall

so like. for long way home i had SO much trouble figuring out cities that had train lines and bus stations and were the right distances away to make the plot fit (bc it was a riff off of planes trains and automobiles which is set in the like chicago area iirc) so THAT was a sticky note with like "day one - (City) - plane, day two - (city) - train" and so forth

i did a similar thing with twitterverse because i made the mistake of putting down actual dates for the execution and they day they figured it out and then being like "okay what needs to happen on each day so they arent just sitting around unnecessarily" and then id look over at the note while i was writing to make sure things were on track

but honestly i dont like. outline a lot of my fics very thoroughly and when i do i dont go very far ahead of what ive written which sdkjfhs is probably obvious and is probably WHY i dont get into a lot of complicated narratives but hey, it works for me

23) any obscure life experiences that you feel have helped your writing?

yeah i did like. nine years of scouts so thats where like. a lot of my first aid comes from (i AM first aid trained and certified like, officially but the stuff we did in scouts is Way more applicable to killjoys stuff bc it was never a controlled situation), uh. various other camping trips and roadtrips, everything about my crashtrack and especially how i picture it regarding angies relationship to it comes from the softball league my dads played in my whole life and that kinda sports culture thats only playfully competitive until the fights happen, being trans isnt obscure but a LOT of how i interact with and perceive my gender comes through with. all of my characters to some extent. uhhhh i lived out of my car with my brother for a month once and yes ive never actually written anything involving pre-finding-the-diner jet and venom sibs but that DOES influence how i think abt that part of their lives

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[skelebells]

retail au fic

under the cut!

Disclaimer i have somehow managed to never work retail so im pulling all this out my ass if you actually know whats up and want to tell me how i fucked up and could fix it please do!

Gordon Freeman had hit something of a dead end in his life. It hadn’t started like that, though, he’d been on a great path since high school- he got accepted into and graduated from MIT with a degree in theoretical physics, been immediately promised a job at some mysterious, prestigious sounding-place called Black Mesa, moved to a nice apartment in a city in New Mexico to be closer to the job, had everything set up to succeed, and then- well, he wasn’t entirely sure what happened.

He had been half an hour in what was going to be his daily commute, leaning against a cool window as the fancy air conditioned bus wound its way into the desert. He might have fallen asleep if not for the anticipation of a new job- and, just as he started to relax, he picked up the smell of smoke. He looked up, suddenly concerned, but the bus driver seemed to not have noticed. Gordon put his face to the glass and tried to see any signs of impending disaster- was that the military?

Sure enough, a makeshift roadblock of several heavily armed tanks and sweating soldiers stopped the bus. One of them marched aboard and muttered something dangerous-sounding to the bus driver, who nodded. One of the other passengers- an important-looking man in a white coat with a briefcase, as all important scientists seemed to wear- was escorted (borderline dragged) off the bus, before it turned and started to head back up the road, the wheels spinning up sand as they pulled away.

Gordon snapped around and stared out the back window. Past the roadblock, obscured by dust and billowing clouds of smoke, was the source of that smell. That probably used to be Black Mesa, he figured, not quite processing what he was looking at. The military was shooting into the smoke clouds laced with dancing threads of electricity, and he could hear screams, both human and… not. 

He stared at the clouds and the rubble of his future until it disappeared into the horizon, as the bus sped further and further away.

He got home and tried endlessly to call someone who might know what the hell happened, but he got no response. He couldn’t find any record of Black Mesa online, anywhere. He was jobless, apparently.

Every job application he submitted to other scientific institutions got turned down with no explanation, and every interviewer clammed up once he mentioned Black Mesa. Well- shit, then. With any sense of a bright and scientifically intriguing future fast disappearing, he applied to some soulless chain supermarket after taking his degree and his acceptance to Black Mesa off his resume, and got the job within the week.

Fantastic.

The next couple of months went by in a mindless blur of unremarkable to unpleasant customers and minimum wage, and Gordon was feeling a sort of dread setting in that the rest of his life was going to be like this. ‘Your college degree was for nothing and you are going to waste away selling gum to teenagers with better lives than you’ something told him, and it was hard not to listen.

It was in one of these late, quiet afternoon moods, mindlessly restocking within sight of the entrance, where he first saw one of Them. The sliding doors parted and a tall, skinny man in a bright yellow shirt walked in, golden retriever on leash and pushing an empty shopping cart.

Gordon looked up and opened his mouth to say something about no dogs being allowed in the store, and stopped. First off, it was a service dog, so that was fine, but said dog was huge. Sitting down, it looked like it would be about six feet tall, about the same height as Gordon. 

‘Uh, what the fuck?’ he blurted, all regulations forgotten.

The tall man looked over at him and blinked. ‘Hi!’

‘...uh, hi! Why- why’s your dog so big, man??’

‘Oh- this is Sunkist! He’s- he’s the perfect dog,’ the man declared cheerfully. He and his dog walked up to the drink section just behind Gordon, and began loading several various sodas, both in packs and loose cans, into his trolley. The- the dog had a litre bottle of Mountain Dew held in its mouth. Okay. Sure.

‘Hi, Sunkist,’ Gordon said weakly, and decided not to press the issue. He wasn’t paid enough to try and figure out how or why this dog was so fucking giant. Instead, he stood and watched, entranced and with a growing sense of insanity for the e it took for the seven or so minutes it took both dog and man to drag roughly 50 litres worth of soda into the trolley and started to wheel it over towards the checkout.

‘Hold on,’ Gordon called out, suddenly very curious about this man with his lethal amount of soda and his terrifyingly huge dog. ‘What’s your name?’

‘Tommy Coolatta!’ the man said brightly, and squinted at the name tag on Gordon’s chest. ‘Uh… Gordon Freeman. N-nice to meet you!’

‘Yeah, that’s- that’s me. Nice to meet you too, Tommy,’ Gordon said, feeling himself retreat into customer service mode from the bizarreness of it all. His name was fucking Coolatta?? He was done. He started back on restocking his shelves and glanced periodically over to Tommy and Sunkist at the checkout. Ah, Darnold was at that till. Gordon had never spoken to the man much but apparently he liked soda, judging by the enthusiastic conversation the two seemed to be having. Ten entire minutes later, the soda was scanned and paid for and bagged, and the two left and walked off down the street. Sunkist seemed to be carrying two of the plastic bags in her mouth.

‘What the fuck,’ muttered Gordon, once they were out of sight. He’d had unusual weird or creepy customers before, of course he had, but this was a new level. Fuck this job. He had no idea what to make of the encounter.

The next few days went by without much of an event. Tommy slipped into the background of his memory and Gordon fell back into his normal, boring, working routine. 

Until, like a purposeful slap in the face from the universe, the store was robbed. Or at least he was pretty sure that was what happened. 

He had taken to playing solitaire in the empty hours of the store (which were most hours, in this gloomy late autumn). It was a normal and productive game for someone his age. He was doing puzzles to challenge his brain, fuck you. Maybe twelve games in a row was a getting a little sad, but- 

His cards spontaneously combusted.

He yelled and reared back from the counter but before he could even process what the fuck just happened the window- the large display window next to the accessible, already opening sliding doors- was shattered by some large thrown projectile.

Oh god, that was a guy, what the fuck- there was a- an old man in a lab coat? Sprawled out on the floor in the broken glass of the window and- cackling, and a second, shorter guy with- with a sleeveless lab coat, what the fuck-

and that is all folks

mad i lost interest before i could write in benrey’s entrance but thats alright

if any of yall want to take this and continue it or whatever please do!

[violetnotez]

Kaminari x reader

⤷ Genre: Sorta angst? Sorta fluff? Honestly dont really know

⤷ Word Count: 2220+

⤷ Warnings: cursing and thats it!

⤷ Request:“It wasn’t meant to go this far…I swear”

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You laid your head on Kaminari’s chest, the sound of fighting and battle music coming from the bright TV in his room. It was pretty soothing, just being in his arms, his body heat lulling you to sleep as you cuddled yourself even closer to him…

Until his phone began to ring, the loud chime abruptly breaking the soothing atmosphere you were in. Kamianri quickly paused the game he was playing, his hand lazily reaching for the phone on his bedside table.He lifted up the phone to his face, careful to not disturb you as his eyes scanned the screen. 

Once he saw the caller ID, you noticed a slight change in him, his once relaxed face looking slightly frightened and his body stiffening against your own. 

“Sorry, babe,” he apologized, his body slipping out from under your own, “-gotta go and take this real quick-” 

You watched Kaminari quickly put on his shoes, the phone still ringing in his hand.

You couldn't help but wonder who was calling him this late at night-and for what?

You already felt lonely without Kaminari at your side, and it didn't seem quite right-he looked so scared, his whole face draining of color as he saw who had called him. He seemed so desperate to answer it as he walked out the door, not a second glance back as he began to walk himself outside the dorms. 

And why couldn't he take the call in his room- it wasn't like he would be disturbing you for simply talking to someone who called him in the first place. 

Something was definitely wrong, you felt it in your stomach, a whirl pool of dread swirling inside you.

It wouldn't hurt to go follow him,right?

You instantly made up your mind, your feet hitting the cool wooden floor and walking through the doorway to follow your boyfriend outside.

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“-mm-hm...yeah...I know-meet at the alley at 1 amm- got it,”

You had luckily found your boyfriend, his voice quiet and preoccupied as his back rested against an ebony tree trunk. Your body was slinking behind a small elevated walkway in order for him not to see you  lurking, and you were already reeling with questions.

Why was he planning to be out at 1 am at night-wasnt that against UA rules for the dorms?

Who was he talking to on the phone, and why did he sound so scared?

“Yeah, Ill bring the intel-when I have I ever not delivered!” he laughed forcibly, obviously uncomfortable by the whole situation. 

You knew Kamianri like the back of your hand- the boy couldnt for the life of him deal with uncomfortable situations, so he always tried a joke or a laugh to break the heaviness.

“Well-well thats true…,” he mumbled, his voice sounding more hesitant as the person talked on the other side, “-but I promise it’ll be nothing like that!”

His voice instantly erupt in a cheerful tone, almost as if desperate to prove his words to the person on the other side. “  I have exactly what you asked for, Dabi, I promise I didnt get it mixed up this time,”

And thats when a pile of bricks seemed to thrown against your chest.

Your eyes were wide, your breathing caught in your throat- you heard him wrong, right?

You had to have heard him wrong- there is no way Denki Kamianri was associated with Dabi, or the LOV...he was at UA, right? He was here to become a Hero, he wouldnt, he couldnt-

But then again, you began to think, there were rumors of a traitor being at UA...someone who was at the UA Training Camp when everything went south that fateful night...

“Alright- Ill be there,” 

As you were flabbergasted by the sudden blow of information, Kaminari had finished his call, his voice sounding somehow worried and relieved at the same time, his finger pressing a  button on his screen as he sighed deeply. 

His back was turned to you, his face blocked from view, but you could tell something was bothering him- his shoulders were slumped and his head hung low, as if in a sign of defeat.

“Kami-who was that?” you rose from your hiding spot with shaking knees, your body feeling heavy from the shock. It felt so strange, a small amount of fear towards Kaminari bubbling in your stomach.

If he really was apart of the LOV...how much of himself did he lie to you about?

What if everything you knew was just a russ? 

Where you just a pawn in his plans?

Kaminari quickly spun around, a small yelp escaping his lips as he made eye contact with you.

‘Oh-uh-uh nothing babe, “he stuttered out, “ It just-was an old friend...just called to say hi I guess!” he chuckled at the end, his hands rubbing the back of his neck in nervousness.

Your eyebrows jutted downward, the pit of fear now becoming frustration...he was lying straight to your face, and you knew it.

You stepped forward closer to him, his nervous smile becoming worried as you advanced, your face clearly not taking the bait of his lie.

If he thought you werent going to call him out on his bull...well, he was sorely mistaken.

“At 10 at night?” you interrogated, “ Asking for “intel”....with the exact same name as that villain from the LOV? The hell is going on Kami?” you quickly asked him, your voice free of any warmth towards him.

You hated seeing him so worried, his lemon eyes eyes wide and searching yours. He had no idea what you were thinking, and the same for you towards him. 

Was he worried you would reject him, or worried you would expose his lies? 

You swallowed thickly, your throat feeling tight from fear.

“Kami….be honest with me...are-are you the traitor?”

A small silence filled the air, the only sound being leaves rustling in the night air. Kaminari looked shocked, his face torn with fear, as if he was battling with something inside.

“I-I mean- traitor is a really, really strong word…” he finally said, his voice shaky from a nervous laugh

“Denki-”

“Fine…..” he sighed, his head hung low. It was so unlike Kaminari to look so down-he was usually a ball of pure happiness, not a care in the world. But now, it felt so different, his worry making the air feel thick.  “yes. Im-

“Im the UA Traitor,”

You felt you couldn't breathe, your eyes wide as you hoped desperately that it wasnt true-but it was. If he was pulling a prank on you, he wouldn't make it this believable...and he wouldn't be looking so defeated, his golden locks obscuring his eyes.

 You felt a rush of betrayal pound into your chest-he had lied to you, played with your heart for all those months...did he even love you? Or was it all just a lie too, your relationship a pawn in his schemes?

You couldnt take the pain of the news, the heaviness of the silence killing you inside. You swallowed thickly, trying to shove down the overwhelming panic.

You couldnt take this-your feet were already turning around, walking away from the boy in front of you, until you felt a warm hand wrap around your wrist.

You quickly turned around, your wide eyes meeting Kaminari’s-he looked completely desperate, his face contorted in fear and distress.

“Wait y/n, please babe, please dont go-” he pleaded, his grip tightening around you, “its still the same Kami you know...Im not any different-”

“No,” you scoffed, the amount of hurt filling your voice surprising your own self. “I know Denki Kaminari, the boy who short circuits when he laughs too much, the one who is kind to everyone he meets and wouldn't hurt a fly, who tries to make everyone feel safe….this-This I dont know”

You tried to pull yourself away, giving a yank against his grip, but he tightened himself around you, making sure you couldnt run away.

“But you do know it-please, babe, let me explain real quick-”

“Even if I did, why should I believe you? You lied to me-”

“I didnt lie to you-I mean I did” he spilled out, correcting his words, “- but thats it! This is the only lie I’ve ever told you-”

You scoffed at the boy, your eyes rolling in their sockets.

“Well its a pretty big ass lie to just keep hidden, Kaminari”

Your glare softened slightly as you felt him slowly become quiet, the fight he was putting up seeming to fade away. He sighed, his head dropping as he stared down at the ground.

“It-It wasnt meant to go this far...I swear” his voice sounded so broken, his voice much quieter now.

You gave him a confused look, your mind feeling painfully jumbled.

“What do you mean?” you asked sternly, “You going and putting yourself in danger? Putting others in danger, everyone in this school and all of the country in fear? For what?”

“It-its not like that- I dont want to hurt people-”

“Then what is it Kaminari?”

He sighed, his lemon yellow peering through his golden locks.

“I'm trying to not hurt people. I just- I just want To keep everyone I know and love safe- to keep you safe, y/n.”

You watched him look to the side, his mind clearly battling with himself as he stuffed his hands into his pockets, his teeth gnawing on his bottom lip. But after a moment he seemed to decide on what to do , his chest taking in a deep lungful of air. 

“When-when I was younger, I wasn't feeling too hot about myself. I was bullied about my quirk... everyone told me I wouldn't amount to anything.I was pretty down in the dumps, until this guy came up to me and asked if I wanted a chance to be stronger and show off to those bullies- to be something. So of course I said yes, I was pretty insecure at the time, not going to lie...and it turned out I got wrapped into the League.

“I want to leave, I really do...it's just- I know too much. If they even heard me talking like this Id be a goner-”

All anger for your boyfriend dissipated and was replaced with sympathy after his revelation. Now it wasn't some scenario where Kaminari was just pure evil and didn't care who he hurt...he was still the same boy you knew and loved. Guilt trickled into your stomach at how quick you were to think the worst of him, your hand gingerly reaching for his in a form of apology.

“Kami, I get it, you were going through a lot of things back then…” you reassured him, your voice much softer than before, “but youre not alone. I bet if we went to the teachers and explained to them that the League was holding you against your will and forcing you to stay with fear,  they might not be so mad/”

“The thing is-” he murmured, his voice low with shame, “I wasn't...forced, I just-did what I was told because I was too afraid to say no. 

I'm no hero...if I can't stand up for myself how can I stand up for others? And besides, I don't really feel like seeing how everyone is gonna judge me...Bakugo would probably try to strangle me…”

Kamianri gave a saddened chuckle, the sound so broken you  couldn't help but feel intense compassion for your boyfriend as you gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Kami-once they hear about why you did this...they may turn around…”

“No- they won't- I lied to everyone…,” his voice got slowly louder as he began to feel guilty for his action, his tone full of anguish, “and I put them all in so much danger, god even I would forgive my own self for the things I’ve done…”

“Kaminari, please, you can't be so negative like that…” you tried to reason softly. “and who cares what they think, you're not a bad person, you just made a bad decision, everybody does that. There's people who can help you-”

“No…” he shook his head, his tone more steady yet desperate. “I-I wont let anybody else get hurt. Let me just figure it out, just a little longer...I want to think this through before I try to leave the League. I promise I won't get hurt, babe-I lasted this long, I can last another month or so...

“Just trust me, kay?”

He looked down at you, a small smile playing on his lips. You didn't know how to  feel, you felt so drained of emotions from the news. You were terrified for him, scared he would get hurt somehow...but you had to trust him at this point.

 Who knows what would happen to him if you said something too loudly and the wrong person heard. If you wanted to keep him safe, you were going to have to trust in him.

You sighed, your eyes closing as you focused on the slow circles his thumb was leaving on your hand.

“Okay, Kaminari...just a little longer,”

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[everybrook]

hello everyone, i spent the past, uh. almost two hours on twitter trying to read the words on the rumbar pirates’ grave to figure out some of their names, bc i was fed up by how little we know abt them. used a (cheap, plastic) magnifying glass and everything! so here are my findings

note: as you'll see, the inscriptions are probably meant to be lorem ipsum style gibberish, and many of them were partially covered. i did quick google searches to try to find out if my guesses of letter combinations were real names, and many of them were... very rare, but probably existing names. i could also only find english naming bases, so, there's that. but with the pretty... terrible working conditions, i did get a few possible names!

first off, this is the image/panel i was referencing. used the physical copy bc its clearer, but, as you can see, not crystal

so, first i went for the top part. i wasn't sure if this was names or Here Lies sort of inscription, but i decided to assume names (esp bc i couldn't understand it if it WERE real words....). here's it zoomed in

the best i could tell, the rows read: 

mikukokurogo, emeriaenkomy, dobruantitio!

i tried to find how these names could make real names, and these were the real names i found

out of mikukokurogo... i want so badly to just have it by miku. but i think mikuko makes more sense, since koku and kokuro aren't names that i could find proof of existing in my quick ecosia searches.... so, mikuoko, kuro... admittedly, i didn't know what to do with the go

out of emeriaenkomy... emeria seems to be a name. enko is also maybe a name, but it seemed to be more popular as a surname? and my..... again, wasn't sure what to do with the end

out of dobruantqtuo.... i couldn't really make anything out of this. i guessed dobruan could be doberman, but honestly, i know its a stretch. is anyone wants to make better guesses out of this row, id be glad to hear them!

next, the bottom part. this is what i assume is definitely names! its also harder to read both in that its partially obscured and the letters are even more... smudged? hard to read. i did my best!

this read: ufcjorjusanpierukarat,   nurunurakiyamamasa (last letter half covered, think its k),  hinotamaboygomifurat (last letter(s) covered),   sengokukitai (several letters covered by flowers) her (more covered),   (covered letters) kidya (the rest is gone)

i ignored covered letters entirely for this

first was ufcjorjusanpierukarat... i didn't know what to do w the UFC. i guess someone boxed? after that was jorj(u), which could have been george/jorg. i didn't know if san was a name, and.... pieru. wasn't sure if that was pierre or pier. last is karat.

next row was nurunurakiyamamasa.... nuru was a name, nur was a name, akiyama was a name (but more common as a surname), masa was a name! cut and dry! this is i think the only row i used every letter

the next row was hinotamaboygomifurat..... hino was a name, tama was a name. next is boy, which.... i guess? if his parents hated him. after that was gomi, which... is a surname, more commonly than a given name, but also means... trash/rubbish. unfortunate names in this here row. last is either fura or fuka, which are both names. the t i didn't know what to do with

next was sengokukitai and her...... sengoku and kitai are both names! i assume her was part of something else, but i don't know what

last and also least, technically, was kidya... perhaps eustauss was a rumbar pirate in a past life? most of this row was obscured by flowers, so its hard to say what the names were

and..... thats it! these are some possible names of a few rumbar pirates! of course, these are little more than educated(?) guesses.... if anyone else has other guesses, let me know!

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All-Glitch Pokemon Blue Run Pt16: Approaching Destiny

The following is a series of texts exchanged between the devices of Professor Gingko and his assistant, June, dated 8/15/97. This document is for the personal information and use of the designated recipiet only (i.e., “for your eyes only”). It is not to be shared. 

P Gingko 3:34 pm

June? Are you still out working with D4 in the Mansion? You've been gone quite a long time now. I was hoping for a status report.

Junebug  3:46 pm

ya got sidetracked sorry

P Gingko 3:47 pm

Side-tracked doing what?

Junebug  3:49 pm

um

Junebug  3:49 pm

I'll tell you but promise you won't be mad, ok?

P Gingko 3:50 pm

I won't be mad as long as you don't give me a reason to be mad.

Junebug  3:52 pm

I'm sort of in Viridian City right now

Junebug  3:52 pm

and, uh, I just finished fighting the gym leader. did yoy know the Viridian Gym leader was Giovani?

P Gingko 3:53 pm

What on Earth possessed you to do this, June? Did I not *specifically* instruct you no more gym battles or trainer fights? You know we're trying to keep a low profile!

Junebug  3:53 pm

ok see you're getting mad

Junebug  3:53 pm

look, I had a reason

Junebug  3:54 pm

I heard on the news that the Viridian Gym was accepting challengers again, and somebody was speculating the leader of the gym was actually this giovani guy

Junebug  3:54 pm

and like it was acting as his sort of cover. you know, the dude who is in charge of team rocket? those losers who keep smuggling pokemon and stuff? and they were RIGHT, it totally was giovani

P Gingko 3:56 pm

I fail to see why this is relevent. What does it matter if the Gym leader is Giovani? You still shouldn't have challenged him, especially in front of so many witnesses.

Junebug  3:58 pm

because I stopped him! I stomped him flat with my glitch pokes and he was so confused and humiliated that he swore he couldnt even face team rccket anymore. he said he's disbanding the whole organization! look i knew somebody had to take the guy down a few pegs, and I was right, it worked.

P Gingko 4:00 pm

As commendable as that is, June, this sort of thing still is best left to the authorities to deal with. Let the police and investigators handle Team Rocket. It's not the job of a busy young lady who's assisting a glitch pokemon professor on very delicate research.

Junebug  4:02 pm

Isn't it, though?

P Gingko 4:02 pm

Isn't it what?

Junebug  4:05 pm

Look, Professor. I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. We've been spending months now researching these glitch pokemon. And you've spent YEARS doing it. All in super secrecy. Ever since they were discovered, its been in secret. youve been slaving away in the shadows, and all your colleagues just think youre some qwuak, some lunatic.

P Gingko 4:05 pm

The reminder is, in fact, not necessary. I'm well aware of how the academic community perceives me.

Junebug  4:06 pm

Don't you think it's about time we do something about that? We've learned so much and we have PLENTY of proof by now! We can go public about glitch pokemon and show the world what they've been missing. or misunderstanding.

P Gingko 4:08 pm

June, that's not for you to decide. The nature of our research is very important but also very sensitive. We're working with incredibly powerful forces. In the wrong hands, or if mishandled, glitch pokemon and glitch phenomenon can be devastating

Junebug  4:11 pm

Yeah but isn't that all the more reason to go forward with the truth? Sooner or later, some random person will stumble across glitches, just like I did. And who knows what will happen to them. But if we go forward and educate people, then, laws can be made, and people can learn about them, and we can all know how to deal with glitches properly.

Junebug  4:11 pm

and also people will realize we're not crazy!! you wont have to work in obscurity anymore. you can be a hero! recognized for your genius.

P Gingko 4:12 pm

Appealing to my sense of vanity won't work, you know.

Junebug  4:12 pm

its not really about the glory though, thats just a nice added bonus.

P Gingko 4:15 pm

June . . . it's not as though I have not considered these facts. I've thought about them for years. About when to go public, and how, and with what information. It is of course my ultimate goal to reveal what we've learned to the world. So that everyone can live safely and co-exist with these amazing creatures.

P Gingko 4:15 pm

But it's not as simple as just holding a press conference and proclaiming things to the world. There are so many factors to consider.

Junebug  4:17 pm

Maybe you'r over-complicating it, though. like, I had this great idea yesterday about how we can do it.

P Gingko 4:17 pm

I mean this with no offense, but I very much doubt that you've settled on a solution more sophisticated then my years of consideration has generated.

Junebug  4:19 pm

wait til you hear it before dismissing it, man

Junebug  4:19 pm

you're gonna love it

Junebug  4:19 pm

you ready to hear it?

P Gingko 4:20 pm

June.

Junebug  4:20 pm

ok so . . . .

Junebug  4:20 pm

I take my team of glitch pokemon and I beat the Elite 4 and become Pokemon Champion of the entire region.

Junebug  4:24 pm

Professor?

Junebug  4:26 pm

Professor, u still there?

Junebug  4:27 pm

c'mon man its a brilliant idea

P Gingko 4:30 pm

Get back to the lab. We're not discussing this.

Junebug  4:30 pm

Aw, cmon. What better way to prove to the whole world the power and reality of glitch pokemon? Nobody can call it phony after that, and nobody can deny them. Plus with the prestige of Championship we'll be in a position to put forth our important research and ideas on handling glitch pokes safely.

Junebug  4:40 pm

Professor, are you there?

P Gingko 4:48 pm

Get back to the lab.

P Gingko 4:48 pm

We can discuss it there.

—

(E-mail from one week later)

Professor,

This is the update you wanted about my journey through Victory Road. I know you’re still feeling hestitant even after all our long discussions about the plan. I hope this report can reassure you that this is going to go off without a hitch.

My first hurdle on the journey began before I could even take a single step on Victory Road. Professor Oak’s grandson had once again managed to track me down. It’s like that kid has a sixth sense for honing in on me and being annoying, I swear. He demanded a battle, so I complied.

Things were a cakewalk, but then, uhh. He sent out his Alakazam and it was . . . a lot stronger then before. By like, a lot.

He wiped my entire team. It was almost in an instant. 

But that didn’t matter, because I’m no pushover trainer! Maybe I used to be, but these days I’ve learned an awful lot. So I dug into my supplies of TMs and found the perfect one. I taught Giago Thunder Wave.

During our rematch, Gia survived a hit and paralyzed the Alakazam. I knew the Zam had paltry Defense, so I sent out Fractal, who has amazing physical Attack. The Zam crumpled before us!

Things were a little tight with the final foe, a level 53 Blastoise, but my team chipped him down enough that Wobbles could easily finish the job. Not bad for a team sitting at around level 35.

With that annoying kid cleared out of the way, we headed to the caves known as Victory Road.

The journey wasn’t exactly a quick one, I’ll be honest. It took a lot of tromping around, getting lost, pushing rubble out of the way, and battling trainers that had alarmingly high-levelled pokemon. I eventually decided it would probably be best if we did a little extra training. It would make the trip a bit smoother.

So we trained, and we trained hard. Our goal was for everyone to reach level 40. Not too ambitious, just around 5 levels or so. For some, it was pretty easy. Wobbles had no problems, and Gia was packing Surf. Sure, Gia’s Special isn’t great, but it was still enough to take out the local Rock/Ground types in the cave. Jasper took slightly longer to work with, but with Earthquake and Hydro Pump, he still didn’t have much trouble. 

Dusty was a bit harder to train. As you know, her stats have never been incredible . . . besides her speed, that is. But she had Bubblebeam, Ice Beam and Hydro Pump, so it actually wasn’t too bad; just a little more time-consuming.

Then there was Fractal. I’ve noted before that Fractal’s defenses (both of them) are the worst of the team’s, and frankly abysmal. So training him was certainly a challenge. I opted to wander the grasses just outside of the cave, beating on Dittos and Fearows and healing a TON. It took a while, but eventually, even Fractal rose through the ranks.

After Fractal, there was just Charmed left to train. It wasn’t too bad, considering how balanced Charm’s stats are. The only extra thing I needed to do was duplicate some Elixirs for Charmed. She still doesn’t trust Pokecenter nurses, so she’ll only accept heals from me. I even bought Charmed a little treat and taught her Fire Blast.

Of course, if I’d wanted to, I could have duplicated a crapton of Rare Candies and just fed them to my pokemon. But I wasn’t going to do that. After all, you told me eating too much candy isn’t healthy for pokemon, and besides, I knew they could prove themselves in battle.

And that they did. We finally cleared Victory Road’s twisted, confusing tunnels and made it outside to face the large, dominating building that housed the Elite Four.

It was time.

—

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