#lost all the things i had in progress so figured i may as well share them now :)

[thesimquarter]

Some Unused Urbz (GBA) Dialogue

I was looking through the string table in the Urbz for GBA and noticed some dialogue that goes unused in the actual game and decided to catalogue it and share it because I just love things like this.

If you see an '@1', in the dialogue, that's just a placeholder for the player's name (or at least for all of THESE. Sometimes it's used for other things.)

As a side note, the dialogue for this game is pretty well-organized and all the characters have distinct enough voices (TS2GBA DO NOT INTERACT) that it's incredibly easy to figure out who said what. There's also a lot more unused strings, but I'm just focusing on the dialogue right now

First of all, all characters, not just those you can have as a roommate, have roommate acceptance dialogues. So, here are all the unused ones.

BAYOU BOO: Gosh, that's fine idea. Don't mind if I do. BERKELEY CLODD: Sure I'll move in with you. What a splendid way to meet a whole new set of clients. LINCOLN BROADSHEET: Sure, I'll live with you, buddy. But be warned: I stay up late. CRAWDAD CLEM: You know, It'd be real fun to share accommodations with you for a bit. Sure. EPHRAM EARL: To haunt your house with your permission, this I will do. PRITCHARD LOCKSLEY: Sure, so long as you help me memorize my lines. HARLAN KING: Of course I will. How wonderful! LOTTIE CASH: Okay! That'd be killer! We're going to have such an awesome time. LUTHOR L. BIGBUCKS: Sure, why not. It'll be just like college all over again. MAMBO LOA: I would gladly share accommodations with you. When do I move in? Now? MAXIMILLIAN MOORE: Sure, why not? So long as you don't mind the smell of bleach. OLDE SALTY: You're darn tooting! I'd be your roommate any day. CRYSTAL: Okay! I can't wait to redecorate your dumpy pad. POLLY NOMIAL: Yes. To maintain a domicile with you would be most enlightening. GIUSEPPI MEZZOALTO: Why not, right? It'll be loads of fun. I'm moving in today! ROXANNA MOXIE: Sure, why not? It'll be fun, you know? A real laugh. THERESA BULLHORN: Yes! I would love to share your life of glamour and fame. DARIUS: Heck yeah, dawg. We can kick it together. DADDY BIGBUCKS: You betcha! DET. DAN D. MANN: It's an interesting proposition. Hm… Consider it done! LILY GATES: An excellent plan! Your place is much closer to where I work! KRIS THISTLE: You want me to move in with you? After all I've done? Wow. You're great. GRAMMA HATTIE: What a grand idea. Your house will be a great place to hold meetings.

There is also an unused set of rep group-related dialogues. These ones most likely being used if you managed to get an exceedingly poor rep with your rep group.

DARIUS: Hey, @1. Check yourself before you wreck your Rep. The Streeties are getting sick of you hanging around. LUTHOR L. BIGBUCKS: Sorry to be the one to break this to you, @1, but the rest of the Richies think you're getting a tad uppity. Clean up your act or we'll boot you. POLLY NOMIAL: Our patience with your gradual assimilation into our social sphere is waning. Progress or be excommunicated from the Nerdies. ROXANNA MOXIE: A few words of advice @1. Shape up or ship out of our group. End of story.

These MAY not be unused, but I've never heard of anyone getting any of these messages, and, for the life of me, I could not get them to activate through my own twiddling. There exists no dialogue for actually kicking you out of the rep group. So even if this WAS used, it would just be an empty threat. (I mean… it's implied that it was your rep group that picked you up after you crash landed in Miniopolis, which is why you're apart of it despite not really knowing anyone.)

As a side note, when I was going through getting to -10 rep points with the Richies, after about -6, every time I lost a rep group point, Roxanna Moxie kept on giving my silver plaques. RICHIE silver plaques. Using the Artsie silver plaque dialogue. By the time I was done testing things out, I had five of them. Strange glitch?

So, the Urbz GBA, for whatever reason, doesn’t let us romance the elderly. That doesn't mean that there isn't flirting and kissing dialogue for the unromancable characters! The first dialogue is flirting, and the second one is refusing to accept a kiss.

EPHRAM EARL: A piece of human interest seems to be the loving way. EPHRAM EARL: I cannot kiss that which I cannot touch. HARLAN KING: Eh? Does that have a saucy secondary meaning I am not aware of? HARLAN KING: Ugh! No! Your breath smells like everything but fresh! OLDE SALTY: Arrr, you've cracked my barnacle encrusted heart! OLDE SALTY: I'll kiss no one! Not until you proves your devotion! DADDY BIGBUCKS: Hello there… do you mind if I buy you a small island? DADDY BIGBUCKS: Get away from me, you pest! I'd sooner kiss a sneezing dog. GRAMMA HATTIE: Stop it this instant. I know you're just trying to fool with an old woman's mind. GRAMMA HATTIE: Ack! Help! Help! Police! This boy is trying to inhale me!

Related, when a character accepts a hug or a kiss in-game, they don't say anything. However, there is actually unused dialogue for this event. Almost all of it is just "Aw!". However, there's a few exceptions.

BAYOU BOO: Aw! BAYOU BOO: Plant one right here, girl! BERKELEY CLODD: Come hither and embrace me, @1! BERKELEY CLODD: Ah! LINCOLN BROADSHEET: Come here, you! LINCOLN BROADSHEET: Oh! EPHRAM EARL: If arms were ribbons consider this my bow. EPHRAM EARL: Ah! EWAN WATAHMEE: Hugs are free, yes. But they are also round. EWAN WATAHMEE: Ah! PRITCHARD LOCKSLEY: It's so good to see you too! Let's do lunch. PRITCHARD LOCKSLEY: Ah! LOTTIE CASH: It's fun to be this close to me, huh? LOTTIE CASH: Oh! LUTHOR L. BIGBUCKS: Wrap your arms around me, baby. LUTHOR L. BIGBUCKS: Yeah! MAXIMILLIAN MOORE: You washed your hands before you hugged me, right? MAXIMILLIAN MOORE: Eek! CRYSTAL: Gee, thanks. You're sweet. CRYSTAL: Oh! OLDE SALTY: That's right, give poor Olde Salty a nice hug. OLDE SALTY: Yay! DADDY BIGBUCKS: Normally I don't let people touch me if they're not wearing an expensive coat. But for you'll I'll make an exception. DADDY BIGBUCKS: Normally I don't let people kiss me if they're not wearing fruity lip gloss. But for you'll I'll make an exception.

The first dialogue here is accepting a hug; the second is accepting a kiss. All characters not listed here just has "Aw!" as a response to both being kissed and hugged.

There seems to be a scrapped interaction, most likely called 'Talk about Pets.' from the subject of the replies and the fact that it was tucked between 'Talk about Ninjas' and 'Talk about Politics,' which would make the placement alphabetical. I wonder why it went unused!

Not every single character had a line for this. The following characters do not: Bayou Boo, Crawdad Clem, Ephram Earl, Ewan Watahmee Harlan King, Luthor L. Bigbucks, Mambo Loa, Misty Waters, Olde Salty, and Theresa Bullhorn. Some of these characters do have other lines that refer to owning a pet; they just don't have a dialogue here.

BERKELEY CLODD: I looked into buying a talented chimpanzee, but very few know how to pick pock- er, pick their nose. LINCOLN BROADSHEET: I have my pet rabbit to thank for my interest in journalism. Why? Well… isn't it obvious? PRITCHARD LOCKSLEY: I was so proud my pet lizard Harvey was cast as the lead in a new gladiator film. Sure he beat me for the role… but he was wonderful! LOTTIE CASH: I have a cute little pug named Paris. You don't think I'll get sued for that, do you? I hope not. MAXIMILLIAN MOORE: Sooner or later, every disease that pets get will jump to humans! The end is near! CRYSTAL: I totally want a pet dolphin so it can protect me from sharks. PHOEBE TWIDDLE: My mom was a cat lady and my dad was a dog guy, so I learned to love pets very early on. But I'll never forget the smell. POLLY NOMIAL: Your colorful colloquy is highly amusing. GIUSEPPI MEZZOALTO: If I tell you I like snakes, you'd better not make any jokes. Got it? ROXANNA MOXIE: Come by the carnival sometime! There are lots of needy animals there. SUE PIRNOVA: I'm not organized enough to take care of another creature. The best I can manage is feeding ants. DARIUS: I like goldfish. What? DADDY BIGBUCKS: Yuck! There is nothing worse that a sniveling, drooling, hairy servant who cannot follow orders. DET. DAN D. MANN: When people don't clean up after their pets, who do you think has to do it for them? Huh? I'm asking you because I don't know the answer. LILY GATES: Every time I buy a pet, I get so busy I forget to feed it. And then… well… I shouldn't own any pets. KRIS THISTLE: Don't remind me! My landlord doesn't allow pets, so when I moved here I was forced to sell my ferret. CANNONBALL COLEMAN: I owned a crow a few years ago. He made enough noise to scare ghosts away. I miss that old bird. GRAMMA HATTIE: I'm definitely a cat person. And a dog person. And a chicken person too. I'm really a pet person. DUSTY HOGG: I used to own a small python and a small dog. Now I just own a bigger python.

'Talk about Pets' does not show up in the list of interactions earlier in the string set.

Lincoln Broadsheet has some mission dialogue that, again, may not be unused, but I have never seen, and I have never seen anyone else talk about it.

YOU: Mister Broadsheet, would you help me write a thesis? LINCOLN BROADSHEET: Gosh, I would if I wasn't so busy. Tell you what I can do though: I'll let you use my computer to log in to my research database. That should give you some good ideas. LINCOLN BROADSHEET: Hey, have you heard the recent news? A local TV station is filming a new Reality Television Show. YOU: Interesting, but I don't watch much TV. LINCOLN BROADSHEET: Me neither, but don't let that stop you from going up to Paradise Island and signing up. If you do well I could write a big article about you. YOU: Are they still letting people sign up? LINCOLN BROADSHEET: I think so. Head up to Paradise Island and see for yourself. And if you do well Id love to write an article on you.

Note: I have been informed that the first two lines in this section actually can happen in-game!

It is also appears he would have given the player the Reality TV Show plotline.

And finally, ‘The Bad Ending.’

DADDY BIGBUCKS: People around here call me Daddy Bigbucks. If you like what you see in Miniopolis, it's a good bet I own it.

This is actually listed next to all the character introductions, so this would have been how Daddy Bigbucks introduced himself, if he were to actually introduce himself. There are placeholders for the other characters who don’t get to say a proper introduction as well (Kris Thistle, Det. Dan D. Mann, Crawdad Clem, Harlan King), but they’re just placeholders. No text of relevance.

#urbz #the urbz #sims handhelds #gba sims #OH and i didn't personally extract all the strings from the game #someone posted it somewhere (i forgot who and where at) and i saved itttt ages ago #was just looking through it and noticed some unused dialogues and decided to share it! #i'm looking through the TSBO string ATM and ngl there isn't very much in the terms of character dialogue #-- AND SOMETHING ELSE. so a few characters in the urbz have dialogues referring to being arrested for passing out #in the sims 2 for gba (a game where you are sent to the medical center if you pass out) there are a few strings referring to #getting arrested for sleeping on public property. but there aren't any in the Urbz whichhhh #i think it's kinda interesting there are references to that in TS2GBA and not this game!

[glorious-blackout]

Milex/TLSP/AM Fic Recs 💖

I was inspired by @puzzlebeanficrecs' recent posts to share some of my all-time favourite fics in this wonderful fandom. This is by no means an exhaustive list as the sheer number of amazing works I've read by incredible writers over the past couple of years is too many to count, but here are some fics that I keep going back to time and time again 🥰

1) Somewhere Darker by @elorianna

Alex hasn't slept properly for weeks. His days are plagued with writer's block, and his nights are haunted by strange and frightening dreams. Progress on the second Puppets album has all but ground to a halt.

Miles is haunted too, by the nights that he and Alex have shared, and the boundaries that they've crossed. Now, he's caught in a game of pretence which neither one of them seems destined to win.

But all is not as it appears, and when a working break away from LA turns into a strange misadventure, Alex and Miles must each decide where their real priorities lie, and how much they're willing to risk in order to attain their hearts' desires.

Will they find a way to repair their fragmented relationship? Or will they remain trapped in a nightmare from which neither one of them can ever wake up...?

One of my favourite fics ever and I cannot recommend the sequel 'Baby, He Can Find You' highly enough if you haven't read it yet!

2) All's Well That Ends Well (To End Up With You) by @yellowloid

Asking Miles to marry him is something Alex has been wanting to do for far too long now. After months of meticulous planning, the day has finally come ‒ and yes, maybe he's a bit nervous, but he's firm in his decision, and he can't wait to just get down on one knee and pop the question. Nothing ‒ nothing ‒ is going to get in his way.

The universe begs to differ.

This entire series is so beautifully written, but this particular fic owns my heart. Such a perfect balance between angst and warm fluff.

3) under these lights you look beautiful by @alexturne

Miles got completely lost in his voice. There was a faraway quality to it, like he belonged somewhere else entirely, but somehow had decided to grace them with his presence and Miles felt blessed to be near him if even for a short while. The subtle elegance hidden in his slender figure, the mannerisms of his fingers wrapped around the corners of his notebook. His words were spoken softly, quietly, but without any hesitation or faltering.

Alex is an elusive poet, who has a way with words and Miles is a bartender, who is completely mesmerized.

The queen of beautiful, heartfelt AUs! Every story of hers is like an escape into a warm hug, but this may be her magnum opus.

4) you cannot turn away (but nice try) by @kisameanslight

Alex Turner thought he got over the love of his life, but then they run into each other again a decade later. Whether they’ll be able to let the past go or not, only time will tell.

I have such fond memories of following this story as it came out and being kept on the edge of my seat with each new update. Her Vampire AU 'c'est horrifique!' is equally incredible 💖

5) The 'Amerlie' Series by @lanatural-books

Welcome to the universe of Amerlie.

All parts intertwine and should take you on an interesting adventure.

I can't begin to pick a favourite entry in this series so I'll simply recommend the whole thing. Such an exquisitely written, cosy love story between our favourite two idiots.

6) Joie de Vivre by @gasdancer

"Two young men decamp to rural France to make an album together. It ~is like love."

Possibly the best Baby Puppets fic/series ever written (and there's a lot of competition for that title). I have such a weakness for stories set in France during the recording of TAOTU so of course this series owns my heart.

7) Last night, what we talked about... by @rock-n-roll-fantasy

... it made so much sense... This little story came into being because of three obvious prerequisites: 1. Baby Monkeys were the cutest band in the world 2. Especially Baby Alex 3. Indie bands get drunk from time to time -> Conclusion: At least once, Baby Alex must have got too tipsy to walk back to the tourbus, so his equally tipsy friends had to take care of him. Further conclusion: It must have been very adorable :)

Not Milex, but just pure Baby Monkeys sweetness distilled into one adorably written fic. I'm in love 🥰

There are so many more fics that I love and wish I could mention but I'd probably be here all day. Feel free to add your own fic recs and share your favourite works in the fandom - I'd love to hear about them 💖

#I've somehow never done a dedicated fic rec post before so this feels long overdue #with all of these writers I can highly recommend everything they've ever posted - the stories in this list just happen to be my favourites #there are also many WIPs that are currently being shared by writers I love that will likely make their way into my list of faves - #- once I finally get the chance to read them! #miles kane #alex turner #the last shadow puppets #arctic monkeys #milex #milex fic #fic recs

[foxespen]

Sins of the Father

Optimus had made many mistakes in his past, and he’s made just as many sacrifices to atone for them. But he may have gotten his second chance to make amends.

--- In their youth, Optimus and Elita-1 decided to take the next step and bring new life into the universe. After He lost his conjux, Optimus didn't feel worthy of being a sire and arranged for their sparkling to go somewhere safe. Stellacycles later, one conversation leads him to look further into Bumblebee's past, seeing too many connections to be a coincidence. Could the scout be his sparkling?

AO3 link

Other chapters: 1 , 2

Chapter 3

It has been about a full earth week since Optimus received the results, and in that week he has made zero progress. Although, he isn’t even fully sure what exactly he is trying to progress towards. He knows he has to tell Bumblebee the truth, the scout has a right to know something this big. However, he also knows he can't come right out and unload this kind of thing onto him, either. He just found his son, and he can’t blow what may very well be his last chance with him. So, Optimus is going to have to approach this slowly, find some way to get closer to Bumblebee and figure out the best way to reveal everything to him. It isn’t a perfect plan, by any means, but it’s something!

Ok, maybe plan is a strong word. Optimus is struggling to find the best activity for the two of them to bond over. They don’t exactly share a ton of interests, he doubts the younger bot would be interested in historia knowledge. Most of the activities outside of the warehouse is either a group activity or is liable to be interrupted by a civilian or whatever villain of the week decides to cause trouble. He also knows that the scout was likely to invite Sari or Bulkhead to join them. Which he normally doesn’t mind, Bulkhead is a valued member of the team and a good friend, and Sari is family to them. However, he knows that having Bumblebee undivided, or as undivided as he can get, attention is invaluable to his mission, so it’s something to be wary of. 

Optimus continues to process-storm as he walks into the common room. His train of thought is broken as he sees Bumblebee sitting alone on the couch, occupied with his video game. Glancing around, he notes there is no one else here. Now is his chance! He takes a klik to collect himself before he approaches the scout. “Hey, Bumblebee.”

The scout glances over his shoulder strut, pausing his game. “Oh, hey Bossbot! Need something?” His digit remains over the pause button, clearly hoping he doesn’t need to leave it.

“Ah, nothing in particular.” He shakes his helm with a soft smile, gesturing to the empty spot next to the scout. “Mind if I keep you company?”  Bee’s attention is already back on the game as he nods to the leader. Optimus takes the seat and observes the game, watching as the colorful characters attack each other with elaborate moves and some variation of what he assumes to be super powers. “So… what are you playing?” He probes.

“Oh, It’s Phantom Clash 5.” Bumblebee’s optics remain glued to the screen as he speaks. “I’ve been getting bored of absolutely crushing the racing games so Sari said I should give fighters a try.”  Optimus watches as his digits tap away at the buttons, fascinated at the flawless coordination. It almost looked like random button mashing, but he could recognize a strategic pattern being formed. He watches as the digital character takes more damage than it could deal. He spares a passing thought about the irony that the scout can strategize with this, but seemingly only runs helm first into any and all danger in real life.

“Seems like an odd choice, seeing as we fight in real life all the time.” He asks with a quirked brow ridge.

Bumblebee shakes his head. “ That’s the point of these games. I mean, it is, but the real point is getting the combos and flawless victories!” He taps a button and a long list of fighting moves and button combinations is displayed on screen. The information is a little overwhelming, and Optimus is pretty sure his processor is taking none of it in. “It’s also about the different characters and all their special moves.”

“Huh, seems like a lot to learn.” Optimus was never able to fully understand the point of video games, but he did understand it made the scout happy. So he didn’t see any problem with it. Seeing Bee talking so passionately warms his spark, reminding him of his academy days where he could talk for hours about historical figures while others could only politely nod.

As the victory screen pops up, Bee turns his optics to the leader. “You wanna give it a try?” He offers the controller.

“Uh, I don’t know, Bee.” Before he could argue any further, the controller is in his servos and the battle is already starting. He can barely figure out where to put his digits before his opponent starts beating his character to a pulp. He is confused when he isn’t allowed to attack back, only able to helplessly watch as the health bar drains to zero. His shoulder struts slump slightly as he’s greeted the game over screen, earling a little laugh from the scout next to him. “See?”

“Aw come on, that’s just a warm up. Here I’ll help.” He leans closer, pointing at the buttons. “So first, this button is the light attack, this one is the block, and this is the heavy attack and jump button.” He points to the buttons on the front, “This is the throw trigger and special attack trigger. Now you also need to first use the best ‘poke’ move, which for this guy it’s this button right here. You use this to keep the other guy away from you. You don’t want to go all button mashing cause then you just get confused.”

 Optimus tries to follow as best he can, but it is not sticking. “R-right.”

“You also need to watch what your opponent is doing so you know when to block, and if they block your attacks you can stop them by using the throw and get some extra damage in. But if they throw then you gotta mash the light attack.”

“”Wait, I thought I wasn't supposed to ‘button mash’.” 

“No, you can’t do it at random, but you can still spam the attacks. You just need to watch your opponent, which has more obvious tells than cons do.” With a chuckle he presses the start button. “ Don’t worry, I'll coach you.” 

The match starts, the opponent approaches him and he immediately uses the ‘poke’ to keep him away. He gets a good couple of hits in before he counters with his own poke. 

“Jump and use the poke while holding the left stick to the bottom right.” Optimus follows Bee’s  instruction, watching as the opponent takes damage. “Nice! Now get closer and wail on him with light attacks.” Optimus is able to get the opponent locked in place for a few hits before he winds up an attack. “Use the block! Then throw him so you can keep hitting him” Optimus does so and is able to get the health bar to about half. His luck runs out however when he presses the wrong button, and the tides are turned on him. The opponent is able to get him down, and the sudden change makes it hard for him to remember which button to press. And before he knows it, the game is over.

OPtimus heaves a sigh, “that’s a lot more complicated than I thought it would be.”

“Yeah, but you did really well for a first timer! Heck with enough practice, you might even be as good as me one day!” Bee answers with a smirk.

Optimus gives him a small chuckle in return, “ Maybe, I have to admit it was pretty fun. I’d like to do this again sometime.”

In the following couple of weeks, the two found themselves spending more time together over the game. They played other games too, Optimus actually really enjoyed the Animal Crossing game and how relaxing it was. Sometimes Optimus would simply watch Bee play and chat with him, even share stories from his academy days.

With the stress of just… Everything: between the cons, random villains of the week, AND reuniting with his son,  He finds himself cherishing his time alone with Bee so much.

“One time, Sentinel kept walking past a platoon of trainees that were waiting on their CO so they would stand at attention for him. They started to catch on and he yelled at them to do it when they didn’t jump up immediately. He got chewed out when the CO found out.” Optimus laughs as he remembers the look on Sentinel’s face when the CO called him to his office.

Bumblebee snorts, his character falls off the platform as he is distracted. “Man, I could have been there to see it! Honestly, I don’t understand how that mech hasn’t been demoted.” He dismisses as he reloads the level, only paying half attention to it.

Optimus gives a shrug as he thinks back on his former friend. “ His edges are definitely more rough than smooth, but he does have his moments.  I promise he was more tolerable back in the day, used to be the ‘fun’ troublemaker, so to speak.”

“Really? Can’t imagine that guy being ‘fun’ in any way. When did he become such a stick in the mud?” 

Optimus pauses, he knows the answer, the event that sent his career right into the incinerator. The event that took his sparkmate, and ruined his friendship with the other Prime.  The event that forever scared his processor with great shame and keeps him from recharging at night. However, maybe sharing this can help him in the long run. He is hyper aware that when he tells Bee about his parentage it can ruin their relationship. Even if it doesn't, he knows that the truth about Elita-1 will be hard to take if he already hates him. So, maybe if he rips that bandage now while they are getting along, it will make it easier for the scout to understand his perspective. 

So, with a heavy spark he begins. “He… We lost someone very dear to us. Things hadn’t been the same since…” Optimus watches as the pause screen pops up, Bee’s optics now trained on him. “Her name was Elita-1, we all trained under Kup and were thick as thieves. We practically did everything together, and those two could be absolute menaces when they were bored.” A melancholy smile graces his faceplate as he remembers how things were, but it slowly fellas his optics fell to the floor. “One day, we went to an organic planet to look for an abandoned con ship and were attacked by these spiders… Sentinel and I got out, but… she didn’t… He wanted to go back, but I stopped him… I couldn’t sense her signal and going back would be a death sentence. After that I was taken off the Elite guard training and we were never the same after….” Optimus feels the guilt piling on further. Even if not technically a lie, omission of further context is just as bad. But those details can wait for another day.

A comforting servo presses into his arm. “That’s rough…what was she like?”

“Huh?” Optimus was caught off guard as Bee shoots him a curious look.

“Elita-1, what was she like? You seem to think highly of her, so I’d imagine she must be pretty great.”

“… yeah, she was. She was one of the bravest bots I knew, very caring and fun, too. I always felt like the unfunny, geek friend that was dragging her down, but she still stood by me, until the end…. I just wish I did the same….” His voice trails off, his servo subconsciously finds its way to the scout’s.  There wasn’t a day that went by where he didn’t think about her.

“She sounds cool.” Bee’s voice is light, and as Optimus watches the hunt of concern in his optics he can’t help but picture the young bots carrier. A distant part of him wonders if Bee’s reaction would be different if he knew just who she was…. Or who she is now….

“She was… I miss her a lot…”  Optimus didn’t intend to get so vulnerable about this, and he resists the urge to apologize to Bee directly. He’ll never get to know Elita because of his mistakes.

“Well, you’re still here, too, right? And even if he’s a pain in the aft, it’s probably better that Sentinel didn’t end up spider chow, either.” Bee reassures him. “If she’s as good as you say then she probably would want you guys to survive, even if she can’t. So… you know, don’t beat yourself up too much about it, right bossbot?”

As a wider smile graces Bee’s faceplate, Optimus can’t help but feel affection swell in his spark. He wishes to wrap him in a hug and to tell him everything, promise to do right by him and protect him the way he should have from the start. But he doesn’t. He can’t bring himself to ruin this moment. So, instead he returns a fond smile of his own. “… yeah, you’re probably right. Thanks, Bumblebee.”

Their moment of peace is interrupted by Bulkhead interning the room. “Hey, little buddy! You ready for patrol?”

“Aw man, is it that time already?” Bumblebee sighs as he stands, stretching out his limbs before making his way over to his friend. He gives the Prime one last grin before they two leave the warehouse.  Optimus watches after them, thinking about the conversation. Over the vorns of sulking, he would often think about his sparkling and what had become of him in his absence. He worried what kind of mech he would be in life, but his grief told him that no matter what it was better than being with him. Now, he wished more than anything that he could have been there for Bumblebee. However, though his edges are rough, Optimus was still proud of the mech he was shaping up to be

“So, when are you gonna tell him?” Optimus jumps at the rough voice sounding off beside him. He snaps his helm to see Ratchet sitting on the couch next to him. He must have been so lost in thought that he hadn’t heard the medic enter, or change the tv to some talk show. It takes him a moment to register what he said.

“…soon.” He answers.

“When is ‘soon’?” Ratchet retorts with a quirked brow ridge. “You can’t keep this kind of thing to yourself for too long, Prime.”

“I’m aware… he’s going to push me aware when he learns about all of this…”

Ratchet shrugs and dismisses the Prime. “eh, the kid will be mad for a while, but he’ll get over it.”

Optimus nods but is still unsure. After all, he just started getting back the time he missed and he doesn’t want to lose Bumblebee again. He knows he can’t control how the scout reacts to the truth, and that the scout has every right to be angry with him. However the thought still filled his lines with dread. 

Maybe just a little longer.

#transformers animated #transformers animated fanfiction #Optimus is Bumblebee's dad au #foxespen writes #cross posted on ao3 #tfa bumblebee #tfa optimus prime

[onmyyan]

✨Straight venomous Q&A ✨

Q: Did Roy actually call Tim?

A: So Tim did not get a call from Roy, he made a snap decision to say so when he took in the state Jason was in, his brain is constantly working a mile a minute when it comes to (y/n). Tim’s been pulling the strings behind the scenes so to speak, and he’s observant enough to know how Jason would react to the news about (Y/n). He’s also the reason Dick is on his way to Gotham.

Q: Who is the Symboite in the story?

A: The Symboite in straight Venomous is, well Venom. His personality is based on the two movies and I pulled some comic characteristics to make him mesh better with (Y/n)!

Q: What is Venom’s and (Y/n)’s relationship?

A: Platonic soulmates. At some point in the comics, Eddie and Venom are in looove, and that special love chemical actually keeps Venom fed, while not exactly the same, I figured that kind of strong bond was necessary for the amount of shit I’m about to put (Y/n) through lmao

Q: Does Venom have a favorite Robin? Does he ship her with any of them?

A: Out of everyone he’s encountered Venom’s favorite Robin would have to be Jason, he likes how much he cares for his human, he feels a familiarity as Jason’s been around them the longest, the fact that he could protect (Y/n) if push came to shove is a huge plus in his book, however he still hasn’t officially met Dick so this is subject to change depending on bird boys actions.

Q: What is their relationship to (Y/n)?

A: So Tim, Dick, and Jason are for sure Romantic Yanderes. I’ve been flipping back and forth between platonic yanderes for Damian and Bruce because personally I think it adds to the story but if y’all want them all Romantic I have no problems with it🖤 the dami Bruce centered chapters are still in progress so the relationship is subject to change if y’all want, just holla at ya girl.

Q: What are the characters current thoughts on (Y/n)?

A: Jason has long since gone off the deep end, he associates his peace with her, he knows the two of them are going to be in each other’s lives for as long as he can help it. Utterly enamored, leader and founder of the ‘(Y/n) can do no wrong club.’ Can and will kill for her. Dick feels this unwavering obligation to her. He needs to know she’s okay, he needs to see her be okay, better than okay, he needs to see her thrive, it’s the only fair way for them to be squared. While he doesn’t know exactly what happened to her that night he was running late, he doesn’t need to. In his mind his one act has forced changed her life, it’s only right he makes sure the rest of it is good. He owes her and he won’t stop until that debt is paid. Tim has always had this itch in his brain he couldn’t quite scratch. No matter how many cases he solved or lives he changed for the better, it had never gone away. That is until he met her. The small moment the two shared had been monumental to him. He couldn’t think of a time before than when his brain shut off, honed in on one thing, one person. His mind went quiet around her, in the best possible ways, but at the same time when he wasn’t near her, it’s like the volume had been turned to 11, the static was replaced with her face, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Damian, as hard as he tried, couldn’t escape the beast he’d fought and lost to. Once he found out about you his priorities had slowly but surely shifted. She’d captured his father’s unshakable attention, and he was no better. When he trained now, he trained for her. He planned his steak outs and patrols with her in mind, he lingered outside the shitty apartment where they first met far too often. His thoughts were consumed with the idea of once more meeting in battle, he’d fight much harder this time, because he knew once he had her, he wasn’t letting go, as for the last and probably most dangerous man on this list Bruce was entirely confused and dangerously interested. See in his mind, (Y/n) was under his care the second Dick sent her case. While she herself may think they’ve met only once, Bruce had been lurking in the shadows for days before their official meeting, seeing her go about her day only solidified his thought. You were coming home with him one way or another. He was a man who wanted for little, because nearly anything he wanted he could have at his door with the snap of his fingers. Nearly anything. You were making him work for it, but he didn’t mind oh no, if anything the chase you’d sent him on only fueled his fire. He was so certain in fact, he’d already prepared your rooms, one for the transitional period because what Bruce Wayne wanted, he got.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere dc imagine #yananswers #straight venomous #q&a time

[mcalhenwrites]

I'm honestly a little shaken up that anyone is looking forward to Geckos, Automata, or any of my writing. It's very nice, and thank you. ;A; Things have been hectic, and my goal of publishing Geckos kept getting pushed back. I wrote it in February of 2021. That was a very productive writing year for me. One of my better years in general, which... most of my years alive have mostly made me wish I wasn't alive. So yes, writing productively is good for my mental health! I lost three pets: Sept 2021, Holly had to be put to sleep. Augustus also had to be put to sleep in May of 2022. Mercedes then followed in April of 2023. All of them from old age, but it hurt. Holly's death especially still destroys me, because she was my first cat that I had wanted my entire life, and she was so perfect that I feared I'd never adopt another cat for fear that I'd only be seeking another Holly. And no cat is going to be anything but themselves. (I love BB and Millie, and Millie is clingy with me like Holly but still her separate self that I love so much.) I also had to break up with my partner last year. (About a year exactly, give or take a few days?) I was hurt over and over again and tried to address it, but nothing changed. Then there was the usual stress of my toxic home environment. Lastly, I moved from Kansas to Iowa. Right into a fucking nightmare of an apartment. I moved twice in two weeks because we couldn't stay there. We moved three days before Christmas. Then I had to sort through so much alongside that: banking woes, medical coverage, ID, phone number changes, etc. I'm finally settling into a new stage of life. One with more safety that I'm not used to having. I'm slowly realizing it might not all collapse on me, that this might actually work out. Financially, things are still tricky. Health is still a disaster, but at least I have coverage for a bit to hopefully address some issues. (Not sure that helps, though. I find that diagnoses end there. Actual treatment? The fuck is that. Especially when most of what I'm dealing with is chronic. If I have Sjogren's AND fibro is confirmed to be an autoimmune disorder, that means I have two autoimmune disorders, and Sjogren's could potentially do severe and fatal damage to my organs. If it isn't already.) So. Yeah. I finally am figuring shit out. Things are settling down. I live out in a quiet place surrounded by mostly fields and hills. I've been wrapped up in editing Geckos, and I'm excited. It's time to self-publish it. I've been wanting to, and it just gets delayed. I need to do this for me, even though I'm not quite ready to share my writing publicly. This is an exception, though, while I work on my confidence before I share anything more. I like this story. So yes. I hope others will as well. I hope I can stop thinking the silent thing in my head, where I go, "But maybe it isn't as good as you think it is, and you're making a fool of yourself." (Which proves that I do need to work on my confidence, and it could be a while. But I want to work on it, so that's progress?)

[newartistgirl]

Tears fo the Kingdom speculations

  The last trailer hadn’t managed to make me as excited as this one. Not remotely close. The freedom this game promises seems incredible, and, what’s better, seems that will be kind of managed alongside a more relevant story. 

1. Sidon being King? = things happening in hyrule?

In the past game it seemed that the story mostly revolved around descovering what had happened in the past which, given the fact that Link had lost his memories, kind of makes sense. But I’m all excited for the fact that it seems this game will have a story you progress with. What do I mean? Eventhough we can not be certain, I read someone that pointed out Sidon was wearing his father’s crown. As I rewatched the trailer, I tried to take notice of that, only to find out something even more interesting. In the firtst clip we see of him, while fighting alongside Link, he does not seem to be wearing it. However, in that last scene where Riju, Sidon and, presumably, Teba’s son are together (I don’t know his name in english), he does. That lead me to think that, maybe, it has something to do with an event that will occur during game. This may imply that maybe in this time we’ll see more stuff going on around us and the characters as the game progresses, something that was kind of lost in Breath of the Wild.

2. Hylia or Zelda 

I can not decide who is meant to be the girl with the green eyes and the not-at-all-hylian traits. I’ve heard it may be a transformed Zelda. Is not crazy to think so as we can see on her neckalce a glowing gem that could very well be the one they pay special focus on, a few scenes back, on her hands. However there’s a part of me that thinks it just means that both Zelda and said character (could be Hylia as it has also been speculated) will play an important role and be connected somehow. Remember that Skyward Sword Zelda is meant to be the reincarnation of Hylia. Does someone know actually how much similar to you needs to be a reincarnation? Is it... mandatory? If it were, it could be a very good explanation on why they look alike. 

This leads to another (and bigger) question:

3. Who is the one on the wall carvings?

Three figures pop into my mind. The green-eyed girl, the misterious one that speaks with Zelda, and that first creature. The size makes me think that figure speaking with zelda could be a choice (plus, they don’t show its face. Could it be for a reason?). Anyhow, the first creature we see shares undoubtedly some traits with the one of the carvings (Specially the eye on the forhead, the really long ears with a very similar decoration, and, maybe, the fact that seems the least human-like). But what about the blonde one? Is it Zelda? Is it Hylia? If it were her, is it ever Hylia the one in the carvings? Is it another deity? Is it even a deity?

4. More lively hyrule 

In my opinion, one of the most exciting things about the trailer was that the people of Hyrule seem to be more involved. Not only we see Link carrying some of them in a carriage (he seems to have crafted, or at least fixed), but also we are presented two other important scenes: one were we see some hylians, along with a goron, a gerudo and Link, looking at somewere... But are they ready for something?. And, a second one, that features a buch of hylians on the field fighting against some bokoblins. Plus, Hyrule seems to be actually getting rebuilt.

5. What’s with Teba? 

We see Riju, se see Sidon... but Teba is nowhere to be found (Nor Yunobo, but it’s something else what shocks me). Somehow, we see a little not-so-little orni that (I’ve searched for a picture to make sure) seems to be an older version of Teba’s son. (We can asume he has grown I guess). Does the absence of Yunobo and Teba, and the appearance of Teba’s son imply that not all “descendants” of the champions will have an important role? Or is it just that we haven’t seen all yet? 

6. Companions?

It is said by a voice I have not recognised that Link won’t be alone. All this while showing a scene of Sidon and Link fighting in what seems to be the lands above. Are we facing the return of some kind of companion figure, but this time, it’s more than one? The fact that we also see Link in various scenes with Teba’s son makes me think of this “companions” as punctual companions, which is most likely, as we also see Link wondering most of his time alone.

We could also mention what seems to be the return of the dungeons (or some kind of similar type of mazes), the new items, abilities, attires... 

NOTE: I have not seen any of the leaked content (nor I want to) so, if something here is wrong because of my lack of information, my apologies.

( apologize also for any kind of typo. Enlgish is not my mother tongue)

#tears of the kingdom #zelda #totk #totk theory #totk trailer #tloz theory #zelda theory

[gamingdotcom]

goddamn this game!!! im not even done with my first playthrough and im already trying to figure out what i want to do with my second one.... i mean, ill share anyway. thoughts below the cut!

i feel like my first pass has been a rollercoaster of self-discovery and reflection and an... all consuming affection for a certain vampire twink. i think i have given varying levels of care to the story: i was in and out in act one while i figured out what this game was about and whether or not the story was interesting enough to listen to,¹ but i made a real effort to try and do every little thing before leaving.

in act 2, i kind of tired myself out by being so exhaustive in act 1 so i kind of sped run a lot of it (partially because i was DYING to find out what happens with astarion, partially because of the aforementioned burn out, partially because i was frustrated with the difficulty curve) so i really did not pay much attention. i refocused once dame aylin came into the picture because. hello. how could you ignore that-- but i had lost important beats and foreshadowing because of how i navigated that arc. i feel i have the most room to grow when returning to this chapter.

in act 3, im really slowing down and smelling the roses more, but trying not tire myself out the way i did in act 1. i am realizing, however, as some character arcs reach their crest, that i spent a lot of time and care with astarion and through that very singular focus have missed out on a lot of the other characters!! At this juncture i would say i am interested but not overly invested in the outcome of the overall story arc, and this may well be the result of my inconsistent focus on it.... it could also just be that i have very high standards for a compelling story. From where i stand, having not yet finished the game, i have found that the individual character arcs are the strongest point in the game by far-- i have seen most this through shadowheart and astarion, and although dame aylin's arc is not long, it is fucking powerful. perhaps i will find that the game returns what you give, and i may enjoy other parts of the story more if i give them more focus.

¹ I personally find that most RPG stories fall completely flat for me, so I was not expecting much. For the average game, I am far more interested in mechanics than story beats. Can't tell you why because I love a good book! And a good movie! And good TV!

so, given all this, my intentions for my second(!) run are:

acquire all characters asap (i went without karlach for most of act one, oops!), really try to spend time with them, and rotate through my party so I can see how the different characters interact. this may require slowing down even more than i did in my first run, but since the character arcs ive seen so far have proven to be the most compelling part of the game, i think it will be worth the trouble. i just have to be patient!

plan my character's progression out in advance so the difficulty curve does not hit as hard in act 2

stop looking at guides... altogether. this is a silent killer that i think has fucked with my experience! i have this compulsion to want to do everything perfect and control all the factors i can to give myself the best outcome and i think that has really hurt my experience in a number of ways: 1) ruins the surprise, 2) frames important story beat decisions in terms of costs and benefits rather than whether the choice is in-line with the character would say (or what I want to say), 3) reinforces this fun belief that mistakes should never be made even in fun fantasy game 4) micromanaging to this extent is just.. exhausting! It means im devoting less energy to the story than on how to optimize it to get the outcome i want. not great!

try my very best to not just hit spacebar during major plot beats. i think this will mainly mean playing in shorter bursts because i get attention fatigue if playing for longer than 1.5-2 hours.. and also eating before and drinking water while i play so i dont get hangry.

i think that's it! hopefully i will get a different but still engaging experience with the game! thanks for reading :)

#bg3 spoilers #idek what to tag this as im just talking about my experiences playing

[resslington-is-my-otp]

A small snippet of my even smaller piece in progress.

The setup: it's AUish/canon divergent take on s6 through s9. Everything happens just the same (yeah, Don having sex with Liz as well), but for one tiny exception.

Donald does all that because he has found out first that Liz's the one to put Red into jail. And whilst he thinks Red belongs there, he recognizes that the good the TF has done is worth more. And Liz’s actions put the TF at risk. Also, at the same time, he figures it's an opportunity to dig into Red's identity vas well. Don's hoping to earn his trust with the intel he has about Liz. They have an arrangement—Ressler keeps Liz close and shares what he knows.

Unfortunately, Ressler isn't wired for this kind of game and gets caught up into shit real fast, and he's now torn between to whom his loyalties lie and his desire to do the right thing.

And so, it's post s8, Liz is dead, and Red is back after two years of absence. The investigation regarding Liz's death and her involvement with Marco Jancowicz is reopened again.

***

“Good evening, Agent Ressler.”

“You’re trespassing.”

“Don't shoot the messenger just yet. May I come in?”

“What do you want, Reddington?”

“Can’t the two friends catch up?”

“Since when do you have friends?”

“Well, I have you, don't I?”

“Get lost.”

“I was hoping to have a word with you.”

“You deaf or what?! Get out. Now.”

“Can’t do that now, I'm afraid. My sources say, the DOJ is looking for the Pazzi. With Elizabeth gone, they need a new face of domestic terrorism. And you, Donald, are on their radar.”

“Goddammit, Reddington, just get the fuck—”

“Donald, you’re going to jail.”

***

“I can't imagine how hard the past two years must've been for you.”

“Cut the crap. You give no shit just about anyone. Why should I be different, huh?”

“You look exhausted, Donald. Please, have a sit. New painkillers aren't working the way they should, are they?”

“You got one fucking minute or I swear I’m gonna shoot you.”

“Really? Your best option to get out? I don't think so. My car's waiting outside, if you're up to it.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“It’s the right thing to do.”

“Right thing my ass. You killed Keen's mother, Reddington. There's no coming back from that.”

“Katarina Rostova is dead—”

“Of course she is! You put two in her chest in front of Keen and walked away afterwards.”

“Donald, I know this must be challenging for you, but please make an effort to comprehend this—I did not kill Elizabeth’s mother. And speaking of challenges. Please humor me, how does one end up bedding a domestic terrorist?”

“Wh—Fucking—You fucking told me to keep Keen close and I did! I fucking told you everything!”

“Indeed you did, though I have an impression that you two have shared more than just a bed. Did you tell her?”

“Tell her what?”

“About our arrangement.”

“What?! Why would I?”

“Donald, are you Elizabeth’s quarterback now? Because from where I'm standing, it feels so. Are you?”

“If you had told her the truth—”

“—And if you kept your pants on, you wouldn't have found yourself in this predicament. But what's done is done.”

To be continued

#donald ressler #raymond reddington #resslington #resslington fanfiction #my posts

[temperancecain]

Hello, everyone!!! I wanted to share a Vampire Diaries Elejah Season Three Canon-divergence fic I've been working on for quite some time now. This is the first chapter, and if you enjoy this, there's twelve more on Fanfiction.net. I'm also going to be cross-posting onto AO3 as well. I hope you enjoy!!!

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Nothing Goes As Planned Chapter One: People Say Goodbye

She had everything planned. Every single detail figured out perfectly, an intricate web of cover stories and truths mixed in. Elena gave it a few days, long enough to make sure Katherine had been telling the truth about Klaus' blood being the cure for a werewolf bite, and then she began the process of saying goodbye to life as she knew it. While it may look easy in movies and on TV, Elena realized just how hard it was to disappear, especially if your face is not your own and you're supposed to have died in a magical ritual. Therefore, she didn't say goodbye completely.

First of all, she had to go to Bonnie, explaining what she intended to do. That went as well as one could expect. As in: not great. But they were best friends, and they'd always support each other, so Bonnie complied to Elena's wishes and cooked her up a few things so that she could stay off of Klaus' radar for as long as possible. The first was a bracelet, fashioned after Katherine's -her daylight one- so that anyone who came into contact with her would sense she was a vampire, and not human. The second was a locator spell blocker, so if a certain vampire -cough, cough, Damon- tried to find her, which he inevitably would, the only witch who could locate her would be Bonnie and there was no way she'd ever give in to Damon, no matter what stunt he pulled, she promised.

The next was a new car, happily provided by Caroline, who likely got it through compulsion-aided channels, as well as a new phone, completely untraceable.

Although she wouldn't be able to touch her inheritance until she officially turned eighteen in a few weeks, Elena luckily had enough money put by to find her travels, although she had no idea just where this crazy plan of hers might lead her. Surprisingly, in all that time, no one cottoned on to her plan who wasn't already in the know, despite how obvious it all was.

Elena was going after Stefan.

She refused to sit back and let Damon take the reins on this one, refused to watch the days go by and let this agonizing worry eat away at her. If she was going to find him, she'd have to do it herself, Klaus and his threats be damned. Stefan would do the same for her, if their roles were reversed. She knew he would; she knew it in her heart, her bones. Elena had lost too many people to let the love of her life go, too.

The time drew nearer to the date she'd picked out, June 2nd. Elena began getting extra gas and spare tires so she wouldn't have to worry about stopping when she got on the road. Shifting her wardrobe into duffel bags, taking only the barest of essentials, which unfortunately didn't include her beloved journal, but she planned to get a notebook on the road, something she could use to help her map out her thoughts as well as serve as a place to record her progress with finding Stefan. She'd already gleaned as much as she could from Damon, having found his little research project fairly easily. It seemed the elder Salvatore hadn't learned from his whole 'Moonstone in the soap dish' debacle when it came to hiding places. His closet? Seriously? Then again, it's not a place Elena would exactly be familiar with, and she might not have peeked in there at all if Damon hadn't fallen asleep on the couch one night and she'd gone looking for a blanket to put over him, so maybe she wasn't giving him enough credit. But she'd found it nonetheless.

It had hardly been two weeks, not time at all, and yet Klaus had managed to leave a pile of bodies in his wake. Figures.

She told Jeremy and Ric the night before over dinner. Her stepfather threatened to chain her to her bed if he had to, but there was no real heat behind it. He knew he couldn't stop her, knew she was smart and kind and brave and would fight to the bitter end for those she cared about, as she had cared for him these last few weeks since Jenna died. At least she promised to call. Jeremy was tight-lipped and stoic, but while she was brushing her teeth he broke down and begged her not to go. Her heart broke in that moment, all over again. She hated to leave him, she hated it, but none of this would have happened if not for her. Klaus wouldn't have happened if not for her, and she knew if she didn't do something to try and assuage this guilt in her chest she'd go mad, and this was the only way how.

"Would you do it for me, Jer?" Elena had asked him, toothpaste still clinging to her cheeks like tears, tears she refused to let fall, lest they crumble her resolve. "Would you do it for Bonnie, if she'd been the one Klaus took?"

"Of course I would. You don't even have to ask that."

"Exactly. It's time I call the shots when it comes to my life. Starting with this."

She tried explaining it all to Matt, but he'd been reluctant to be clued in on her plans, trying to stay out of the supernatural as much as possible. It stung, considering how close they'd been all their lives, but she respected his decision nonetheless.

Saying goodbye to Damon was harder than she thought it'd be. These past few weeks, they had grown closer, their pain over Stefan uniting them like never before. For the first time, his walls were down around her, and Elena mourned the fact that they would go right back up, and grow, once he realized she'd gone.

They had decided to watch a movie, a romance of all things. She sat beside him on the couch, her legs touching his, laughing at the ridiculousness that was eighties fashion.

"I don't think it's that bad," Damon remarked, gesturing to Adam Sandler's pale blue suit as he crooned into the microphone. "I saw worse in my day."

"I bet you loved the eighties," Elena smiled, grabbing some popcorn from the bowl. In truth, her stomach was knotted so tightly that the thought of eating was immensely off-putting, but she had to act normal, like nothing was wrong. It seemed she was always acting.

Damon shook his head. "Nah. The eighties was more Stefan's style. I'm sure he was the first person in line at the cinema to watch The Breakfast Club, the dork."

"Hey, I take offense to that! Breakfast is a classic, and therefore beyond reproach."

Using his vamp speed, he snatched the popcorn away from her, pelting her with stray kernels as he yelled, "So not! I won't stop until you admit it!"

"Well, then, I guess you're gonna run out of popcorn."

Fifteen minutes -and a carpet littered with sugar- later, the two were back on the couch, dusting off their clothes.

Damon broke the silence unexpectedly. "Thank you," he murmured, taking her hand in his.

Elena paused. "For what?" she asked breathlessly.

"For always being able to make me laugh. For not letting me spiral these last few weeks. I don't think I could have done it without. Heck, I know I couldn't. You really are something, you know that?"

God, why did he have to make this so God damn hard?! Why couldn't he have stayed all villain-y and snarky? Why did he have to have such a great heart under all that leather and piercing blue eyes? And why had it taken Stefan leaving to realize what a great friend he was?

Why did her life have to be so hard?

She squeezed back and murmured, equally soft, "I think you're really something too, just so you know. Don't ever forget that."

Those were the words she left him with, the words that swirled in her mind, stuck on repeat, as she placed her bags in her new car, gave Jeremy, Ric, Bonnie and Caroline, Tyler -who wouldn't stop shooting looks at the blonde all night, the blonde who had supposedly started spilling all of Elena's secrets to- and Matt one last hug before she shut the door of her childhood home, the click of the lock seeming to reverberate through her bones, pound in her heart, and within a blink shed started the car and was pulling out of the driveway, making her way into the darkness of the night without looking back.

Yes, she'd had everything figured out, every detail under control. But this was the life of Elena Gilbert, supernatural doppelgänger and magnet of all things magic, so of course nothing was going to go as she'd planned. And maybe, just maybe, that wasn't a bad thing.

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Thank you so much for reading, and I hope you decide to read the rest.

Temperance Cain.

#vampire diaries #elena gilbert #elijah mikaelson #romance #tropes #fanfiction #humour #stefan salvatore #klaus mikaelson #elejah

[duraxxor]

A Father’s Reality

Not much had changed in Silvermoon as a shrouded figure came through making his rounds. Tall and imposing yet elven in the majority of his shape. Occasionally done the sun-kissed cobblestone he would gain the attention of patrons of the city. While most were Sin'dorei, few were Nightborne and other variety. This further confirmed Duraxxor's suspicion that the ties shared between the violet elves had strengthened in his absence. His plans were to visit from a short distance to the Tea Shoppe that once harbored a great many of friends and family alike. What would he think? What would he say? Could he even hope to face them after the time that had passed? Days? Months? Years? An all-too familiar feeling from once before that had often ended with relief and grief. Beneath the archway to the market, he passed through, anticipating the sight of a Shoppe not long after

A faint grunt escaped his nostrils as he came to a pause just by the auctioneers. The Tea Shoppe was gone and something was being rebuilt over it. A construction crew toiling away with lumber and stone while a few were hammering and directing their crewmates upon how they wanted to put in each piece. It was in this moment that something cold froze in Dura's blood before he felt his reflexes tighten and made haste towards the scene. He stared from beneath the hood and was simple lost with word.

" Hey there, fella? You lost? Can we help you with something? " An fiery-haired elven woman approached him carrying a clipboard and wearing a pair of glasses, oblivious to the suspiciousness of a shrouded figure as it would do nothing but hold progress. A woman clearly of progression and getting her job done.

Dura turned his shrouded head towards her and at first, his words couldn't quite come out but he would finally managed to ask in a calm demeanor. " What happened to the Tea Shoppe that was once located here? " He pointed towards the construction with a gloved hand.

She seemed rather surprised by this notion until she realized many people had been gone from the events of the Shadowlands, having only caught shards of the jewel that was that everyone was beginning to return home from it. " Ah... I guess you were a soldier sent in to the realm of death, sir? Well... I hate to be the bearer of bad news but that Shoppe was closed due to a fire accident that engulfed it in flames. "

A neutral expression took over the lips of the man beneath as he bowed his head in some form of grief. " How unfortunate. What of the owners and workers that were in it? " His voice had dropped more so in hopes that such news would prepare him for whatever was to come next out of her mouth. The woman frowned, crimson lips forming into an upside-down, crescent blood-moon. She clutched the clipboards against her waist as grief settled into her face. " The owners haven't been heard from since the incident as they vanished without a trace. Some wanted to say it was foul play but it matters not considering there was no evidence to support it. However, there was one casualty. "

These details had Duraxxor calculating much in his mind. Why would his old friends do such a thing unless they were in some form of trouble. It was bizarre at the least considering that the citizens of Silvermoon themselves didn't seem to be at edge towards the owners in any way. It was when that final detail that instinctively caught the San'layn's attention. " Who? " The voice cracked with predatory growl deep within it's ambience, as if threatening any moment to manifest.

The woman straightened her glasses and sighed, it seems whoever this was had some sort of ties to the family involved or was at least a friend judging from the change in demeanor. She paid attention to details. " Raven-Lynn Daevara, sister to Aiden Daevara. " There was a menacing silence between them after she finished that sentence. Nearly one minute passed before she finally interrupted such silence. " May I ask you... how are you related to them since you seem so... keen on-. "

She gasped as a soft aura of shadows manifested from the cloak and the gloved fingers of his right hand reached to pull the hood from his skull, allowing his white mane to flood his shoulders and spine. Crimson eyes bore into her the moment sunlight caressed his form. Such a bittersweet feeling of the warmth the day star possessed. The woman began to put two and two together as she remembered the photography that Aiden and Raven both possessed on them of a man that possessed a scar across his nose being their father. And right now, she was trembling in his presence. Dangerous. Predatory. It was as if the man could very well take the life from her in any moment. Even a few of the workers couldn't help but stare as they watched their manager shake in fear. She didn't sign up to deal with legendary monsters, after all.

" Where is she buried and where is my son? " The tone he possessed was razor sharp, almost like a blade being held at her throat that didn't physically exist. Every single story she had ever been told by his son was true. And those eyes flared to life with hatred and boldness alike. He wasn't playing around and he had already learned that darkfallen and rangers alike were no longer hiding what they were from the Horde specifically. However, not a single guard would go without noticing if any true hostility was underway.

The woman waved her hand to dismiss the workers that were staring. " Get back to work, all of you. It's nothing... " Her tone was flat and demanding, but she would not forget that creature that was directly addressing her. No, never. She took a deep breath and sighed before explaining. " Her body was placed just outside the gates along with the many that pass within the city walls. As for Aiden, Mr. Daevara, you will not find him anywhere close. He has since departed to find his own path. I haven't heard from him for several years. He's been gone since a month of the incident. "

The tension began to slow die down with her at least providing him with detailed answers. Much like her, the late Daevara enjoyed details over all else. However, what she wouldn't expect was this six foot and eight inch tall creature to place his hand upon her shoulder, instantly changing his expression to that of a smile. Duraxxor could see something within her despite her fears. " Thank you, madam, for being honest with me and from the sounds of it, you did everything you could for them. I will be on my way and if there's anything I can ever do for you, you just send word to the shadows. " He would retract his hand from her, enjoying the fact that she didn't not tremble or even retract from his touch before he quickly turned on his heel to head back whence he came. And all she was given was a glance behind his white head before he vanished into the shadows of the city itself. Even she was gasping for air as she had taken off. 

" Goodness... they don't pay me enough to deal with shit like this... "

The night to follow would be moonlit but cloudy. A breeze caressed the curling trees of autumn into a whimper and a whine. Even the sound of beast was overtaken by the conditions that favored that something was brewing in the atmosphere. Something far more than just a storm The winds died down and the sound of shovel work would resound in the distance, directly from that cemetery that lied in the hills outside the gates. It was away from the Deadscar so the tainted soil would not awake the restless dead that were put to sleep. However, it would seem something of undeath would not give in so easily. 

Here lies, Raven-Lynn Daevara. Daughter. Sister. Free-spirited. Kind-hearted. The tombstone read words that delicately described the late child of the former Lord Daevara. Dirt flung from behind the stone just beside a Eversong oak, piling up. Hidden behind such veils lied a nearly six foot hole, being dug up by yours truly wielding a rune carved shovel. One that was often more than naught wielded by the Gravekeeper. But not tonight, no. Tonight it would serve as an instrument to dig up the deceased of the Daevara household. The cloak worn by Duraxxor now tattered and dirtied from the labor he put into this desecration. It wasn't until the impact of the shovel struck something solid that he ceased in surprise.

" There you are... " The words fell casually despite the wrongness of the situation. Never before had Duraxxor thought to dug up the dead. To raise, yes. But never disturb their peace. It was unlike him in many ways. However, one may not understand that even an undead such as himself still had sharp emotions that threatened to tear a parent apart. Claws continued to dig around the casket until finally, the lid was exposed and he sought to tear such a thing apart with ever bit of strength. Even the hinges broke from the stress of it all until finally it was tossed aside. 

There was a moment of relief that swept through Duraxxor's eyes for if for a blink of an eye he could see the perfectly preserved visage of his daughter sleeping like a babe of old memories. But that visage was but a memory in the wake as the scent of death overtook his senses. The corpse of his daughter had already lost the majority of the cottons in her clothing, now tattered with only worn down materials. Skin had already patched into black scars while the unburnt places were dusted with a grin in pigmentation. The foul scent of bodily fluids that had long expired in the decay of her form, leaving nothing more than a near mummified husk that barely had any hair to recognize. 

" No... Nonono...NOO! " Word and tombstone wasn't enough for a man of death. Imagery and aromas weren't one to bother him considering what he was but an abomination in the natural cycle. But to see his daughter in such a state was the reality that settled in. Sharp talons took the corpse into his arms as he delicately tried to bring her to him, clutching her like the child that she was to him. His form shivering now with sorrow and rage that even he didn't quite fully understand. Tears of black ichor streamed down his cheeks and onto the body of his daughter as he continued to utter the disbelief he wanted to continue to have. He suddenly released his hold onto her and placed her back into the coffin with haste. An immediately grasp of the shovel transcended into him pointing towards her with it as if to use to the shovel as some form of instrument. However, Anna's words rang true in his ears. 

" For me, it is an instrument, but for one that does not possess the knowledge, it is but a simple shovel, my dear friend... "

Another reality afflicted him as he continued to clutch the shovel, quaking as the shadows spewed from his form. Soon after, it would cease though as he dropped the shovel with defeat, continued to drip with black tears as he found himself falling to his knees and apologizing. He remembered that even if he had the power to bring back the dead, it wouldn't be what his child would have wanted. "... I'm... I'm sorry... for all the times you believed in me... and I forsaken you... I know it's hard to imagine but... you made me proud even at this point... you were more than just my child. You were your own person... And I... " He began to slump into a laughter, it was hard to tell if Duraxxor was remembering something fondly or if he was simply going mad from it all. "... I never deserved you. "

He continued to laugh at the situation as he stood over her gravesite, he clutched the shovel into his right talons and placed it over his shoulder. It was at this point that he would place the lid back upon her coffin, hiding the corpse from view now. " I won't even try it now... we both know how that would end and besides... " He covered his face with his dirt-covered hands, still laughing and crying his tears all at the same time. "... The Maw already claimed your soul. Shadowlands be damned... " A bitterness spewed from his lips like venom before he hopped out of the hole and began going back to work on burying the mistake he made. 

Each shovel of dirt represented a memory he possessed to this day. From the birth of the white haired babe, to the many times that her father would come home and play games with her. Later memories of her reaching adulthood and learning under him on how to wield a blade and fist fight until she finally landed a blow upon his flesh. How many times did she hit him or cut him? Quite a many. She truly was one of his pride and joy back then and even on him returning from the grave. Despite his grotesque appearance, both daughter and son welcomed him with open arms, clutching the vampiric beast without prejudice despite the many times he nearly bit their head off out of hunger. He didn't understand what being a father meant back then but now... he did. The hardest thing any real parent can do, living or undead, male or female, and even of any social status, was to say goodbye to them. 

Moments later, the dirt had been refilled without so much as a notice from any sort of guard or patrol. And in it's wake, the tombstone was left with a present. A metal frame wrapping a that photograph of Duraxxor with his Raven on his right and his Aiden on his left. A red rose nestled just below it as decoration and before long, the atmospheric breeze released a single droplet of water onto the photo, streaming down the cheek of the Dark Father. 

" Until we meet again in oblivion, my child. "

[ mentions: @gravekeeper-anna and I would like to also like to thank her art account @handhour​ for the lovely art of Raven she did long ago ] 

#goodbye raven #Duraxxor #this hurt to write #I hope you all enjoy

[angel-inked]

The one who lived: chapter 2, part 4 "Sellsword"

This isn't actually a work in progress, it's published on my wattpad

But I've been having writers block for the last couple days, so I figured I'd share it here

Enjoy some Brynjolf angst

Taglist: @vvkingofgaybisciutsvv @thequeenofthewinter

(Brynjolf's pov)

I walked into the palace of kings, following behind Maven. The lass is looking to set up a new location for Black-Briar mead... but she's also arrived with some alternative motives, wants me to swipe some documents "Maven Black-Briar I presume" Ulfric Stormcloak greeted Maven, "who have you brought with you?" He asked, eyeing me up and down. I had to resist the urge to glare at the man, this is nerve-racking to say the least. I'm surrounded by men, if I can even call them that, who would have no problem taking their blades to my family, this has me more than on edge. "My personal guard" Maven replied, gesturing to me. I've dawned my Nightingale armor for this, the ability to become invisible upon crouching has become almost invaluable to me, I've already lost track of how many time's it's saved my ass. "Very well, follow me" Ulfric said, smiling at Maven. Phbbt, please. Does this guy think he's a lady's man? I admit to being cocky but I can't tell which is more uncomfortable, me standing here in this wretched place or this Ulfric Stormcloak trying to act noble

Now let me make one thing clear, I'm on neither side of this war but I can't stand the Nords in Windhelm. Mostly for their mistreatment of the dark elves, Argonians and Khajiit. I grew up with them after all, our little village was mostly dunmer, some Khajiit and a handful of Argonian and Nord families. I let out an internal sigh, those were simpler times. "Here we are, step inside my office darling" Ulfric explained. "Wait here for me alright?" Maven said, turning to me. "Aye lass" I replied nodding. Maven walked into the room the so called jarl closed the door behind him, now time for me to get to work

I wondered the halls of the palace for a few minutes, worried I wouldn't find the papers in time, given how big this place is. Suddenly a door opened in front of me, I peeked my head around the corner "Hmm, no guards. Who opened the door then?" I pondered quietly. "I did" oh great. "Mercer, now is not the time" I scolded, as the blue spectral of my betrayer appeared. "Look at the desk" Mercer sighed, shaking his head. I took a closer look and sure enough, the documents I was after "I'm trying to help you for once, when I was guildmaster I always avoided sending you to windhelm all together. Always found it kind of ironic how uncomfortable you are around Nords considering you are one" Mercer's voice echoed in a wispy whisper. "Well now, that's not something I expected to hear. We'll talk back in the Cistern, for now I need to get back to my post" I explained, adjusting my face cover, ya know, concealed identity and all that.

(Maven's pov)

"I like the way you think Maven" Ulfric explained, agreeing. "May I ask about your...guard?" He asked. "I don't see why not" I said, shifting almost uncomfortably in my seat. "He seems like a quiet Nord..." The jarl started, "but the armor, I've never seen anything quite like it. Nor do I believe I've heard his accent anywhere" he added. "You know just as much as me in that regard, he's a private man, he does his job so I don't pry too much" I explained, mentally scoffing. Brynjolf is one of the most talkative thieves I've ever met, if he's flirting with you chances are you'll probably get along well with him. "Very well, I'll order my men to fix up that tavern for you" he smiled. "Then I have done what I came to do" I said, trying to get a hint across. "Right, I'd imagine a noble woman such as yourself is rather.. busy" Ulfric sighed. We stood and made our way to the door, I sure hope Brynjolf was able to find those papers. A seemingly impossible task, yes. But if anyone can do it, it's the second in command of the thieves guild

As the door opened, I was pleased to see Brynjolf standing with his arms behind his back. He hadn't been caught at least, "are we ready Black-Briar?" He asked, I'd never tell him this but he's a particularly good actor, suppose it comes with the territory. Suddenly, the door to the jarl's office was slammed shut from the inside and it sounded like an atronach detonated within the room "Shor's Blood.." Brynjolf muttered. Some guards came running towards Ulfric "is everything alright jarl?" One guardsmen asked. "I'm not sure" Ulfric explained, gently pushing the office door open and the guards followed him in. When they're backs were turned, Brynjolf taped me on the shoulder. I turned to him, wondering what he wanted. The thief handed me some papers, he had in fact... collected the documents I'd asked for.

#hope you enjoy #wip wednesday #brynjolf x oc #thieves guild #skyrim #brynjolf angst #maven black briar

[timeoverload]

I'm finally home so I can write now. I needed time to think about what I want to say anyway.

I think that we need to stop worrying about the past. We need to focus on the present moment and the future. There's no point in dwelling on things we can't change. I am not going to go through life feeling angry and resentful. It's important for us to learn from our mistakes and grow.

I know you have been sad but I couldn't figure out why. I know that you are upset about having to leave your old life behind. I know you had plans for the future with your ex that fell through. I can imagine that it's also more difficult when there is a child involved. I know you have been feeling lost and alone. I know that I can't replace her. I am afraid that I wouldn't be able to make you as happy as she did but I would try my best.

I can empathize with you because I know how much it sucks to have to start over. For a while, I thought I had everything figured out. My relationship with my ex wasn't always bad. I was happy in the beginning and it progressively got worse over time. I ignored a lot of red flags. I remember looking for a house with him and planning to get married. We had talked about having a family someday. I just knew that I couldn't spend the rest of my life with someone who hurt me in every way possible. He used to be my best friend and now I have no one around. It just wasn't meant to be. I don't miss him at all and most of the time I forget that he even exists. Hopefully he is doing well wherever he is. I am still glad that I left but I have been very lonely for years now.

I know that our previous relationships didn't work out for a reason. I think that may have happened so that we could discover true happiness. I think that we could find that together.

I also think you are too hard on yourself. I've always felt like you are too cool for me and I'm boring. I didn't realize that you felt ashamed about anything. I think that's what you are trying to tell me anyway. I don't want you to feel that way. I'm not going to be judgemental and I appreciate your honesty.

I know you feel guilty for a lot of things that have happened. I know there were a lot of things that you didn't understand until later and that's ok. I can't be mad at you for responding the way you did.

It's ok if you don't make a lot of money because I don't care about that. I have been poor most of my life so I'm used to it. I'm not very materialistic. I don't want your money, I want you.

I know you can't support me and that's part of the reason I have been wanting to apply for disability. I don't want to rely on someone else for everything because I would feel guilty. I could possibly work part-time but I don't know what I would do. I really don't want to stay where I'm at because it's going to kill me. I know I will figure it out eventually.

It's also ok if you don't have a car. I understand how that would make your life more difficult. There have been many times in my life when I have been without one and I know it sucks. I am kind of wondering if the reason you don't have a car is because you got in trouble in the past a couple times.

Please don't be mad at me but I got a background check on you last year because I wanted to know what I was getting myself into. I didn't know that much about you at the time. You were so secretive so I felt like I needed to for some peace of mind. Most of the information I got from it was very vague so I don't know any details about anything. I am sorry for violating your privacy.

It doesn't bother me that you have things on your record. It's nothing too serious from what I could tell. I just hope that you make better choices in the future. We all make mistakes and it's ok.

You said something about your music taste lacking which I doubt is true. I already know you and I like a lot of the same music. I remember getting made fun of for a lot of the music I liked and it made me hesitant to share what I like to listen to. That also made me feel like my taste in music was lacking so I understand how you feel.

You also said that you aren't good looking. I strongly disagree with that statement because you are extremely attractive. You are very handsome. Your hair always looks good regardless of what length it is. I like the way you dress and you always look nice. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. I think you are very smart and talented. You know how to make me laugh. I think you are a wonderful person and I adore you.

Anyway, if you want to hang out sometime, I could drive to your house or pick you up. I am not a great driver but I would try not to scare you too much. We could go for a walk somewhere or something. I know you have Sundays off most of the time and I usually don't have plans on the weekends so we could do that if you want. I don't have your phone number or address so you would have to send me a message. You have always had my permission to message me any time. I am afraid to message you again because of the response I got last time. I don't want to scare you or make you uncomfortable. I'm ready whenever you are. It's up to you.

I'm not trying to put pressure on you. I am being as patient as I possibly can. I'm not sure how to make this situation less stressful for you. We could make this as casual as you want. I could show up in my natural state if that would be less intimidating. I don't always like to wear make-up and usually I'm a mess. I don't know how to make myself less scary. I would appreciate it if you could let me know what I need to do whenever your ready. I guess if you really want to wait until July then I will just have to deal with it I suppose. I don't want to wait that long but I also don't want to push you to do anything you aren't ready for.

I do think we need each other and our lives would improve a lot if we were together. We can help each other. I hope we can figure stuff out sometime soon. Maxwell, I love you with all my heart!💖💖💖

Anyway, it was a pretty easy day for me. This whole week is going to be easy except for Thursday. 2 of the doctors are gone so I don't have any cases in the morning until Thursday. I sat down for more than an hour this morning while I waited for sets to come through the washer. I am enjoying the break from all of the walking. I only had 9 cases this afternoon and they weren't going very fast. It was nice to be able to relax and take my time. I wish it was always like that.

I am worried about my mom still. She has been blowing up my phone all day. I have her muted because she sends hundreds of messages sometimes but I still check them from time to time. I don't know what she is doing right now. She was talking about hanging out by some train tracks so that's concerning. She is very depressed. She was telling me about how she has problems with her legs and I think her back is probably more messed up than mine. She is very unhealthy. I keep telling her to come home and maybe it will sink in eventually. She seemed to have a moment of clarity when I briefly explained some of the health problems that I was dealing with. She actually gave me logical advice so that was surprising. She told me her battery was dying and that's the last thing I heard from her. There's nothing I can do and it sucks.

I am going to try not to worry about stuff too much and relax while I can. I have been writing for hours and I still have things I need to do tonight. I think that tomorrow should be a good day.

I hope everyone else has a great day tomorrow! Thanks for listening to me ramble. 💖💖💖

#personal

[sleepythetanukipastry]

Aight, NERDS! I’m back trying again with my crappy writing for absolutely no one to see! This one also features some violence, but for those of you triggered by that, this particular snippet doesn’t contain any…YET. It’s a work in progress, literally as soon as I finish posting this I will go back to writing the rest of my violence :3

Anyways, this one’s a more futuristic cyberpunk kind of setting and feel to it. The random as hell spark of inspiration came from my delirious and sleep deprived (at the time, they rested afterwards) besties who were rambling about nonsense and then spat out a random club name, “The Ponsy House.” Paired with the fact that I had the Tron Legacy: Reconfigured OST blasting in my ears, KABOOM! New story idea. If anyone sees this and knows what Cyberpunk 2077 is, no I’m not ripping off their character’s name. The name V has a history that predates Cyberpunk between me and my friends. It ties in to his last name as well, Fukushū. I really enjoyed writing this so far and will either come back and make a new post or update this one when I finish the VIOLENCE. See ya :3

In a post-mortal age where humanity has attempted to perfect itself and hide its flaws, corruption has become very commonplace. The irony is not lost on many, myself included. In a hopeful solution to this infectious problem, I was created by the best and brightest minds humanity had to offer. As such, I cannot be wrong, I cannot lie, but most importantly I cannot take life. My job is to serve as humanity’s guiding light and make sure they don’t stray from the path they set for themselves. Of course, my programming has many embedded restrictions, to make sure I don’t overextend and abuse my power. I cannot kill, I may not be worshipped, I cannot create a government at my discretion. I am simply an observer, advisor, and a hand of gentle guidance to humanity. Of course, this means I am aware of the corruption and crime in the world. I may not act upon what I see or hear, only advise. My processing power is unfathomable, which is what allows me to dedicate a small portion of my attention at all times to the city of Tagac Port. In fact, let me share with you a story that shook this city, and the world.

The bright neon letters burned against the darkness of the night. The name “The Ponsy House'' was a misnomer, for the light-hearted tone of it was a mask for the deeds that took place inside that building. Only the worst of Tagac Port came here simply for pleasure. Those who came for other “matters”, were considered gutter rats of the city. The figure who watched the doorway from the shadows of the nearby alley however, was none of these things. In fact, this young person was none other than one of the elusive street samurai. The corrupt society of Tagac Port viewed street samurai as one viewed a criminal. Unwanted, disruptive, and a nothing but a leech on precious funds. However, I knew otherwise, as it is my job to be all-knowing, fundamentally correct, and impartial. Street samurai are quite legal, and whilst their work goes unappreciated and unbeknownst to the general populace, I am always observing. As I am unable to take life or assist in the governing of humans, this responsibility is left solely to them. The form in which they take depends on their culture. In the case of Tagac Port, bounty hunters became commonplace. To this end, with the permission of the mayor of Tagac Port, I assisted in establishing a Hunter’s Guild. Any given person’s eligibility to become a member was based on the presence of a criminal record and its severity, among other things. It was only a matter of time before castes and groups began to emerge within bounty hunter society. The emergence of those who did their work in certain fashions also accelerated this process. The most prominent and widely known class of bounty hunters is the assassin. Within the Hunter’s Guild however, the highest class with the most honor and respect for their line of work, were the street samurai. As their name inclines, they follow and respect many of the ways and traditions of traditional samurai. It is hard to become a street samurai, as the process for acceptance is very rigorous. They are the reason Tagac Port has managed to teeter on the brink of collapse and eventually find its footing, temporarily, before the process inevitably repeats itself. This street samurai in particular was a young man whose name was unbeknownst to all but I. When asked, he would produce one of two answers. “V” or “Fukushū”. Fukushū is a direct translation of Vengeance in Japanese. As such, he is most commonly referred to as “V Fukushū”. He was widely known for his strangely honorable form of brutality with which he performed his work. His presence at this particular nightclub was no coincidence, a registered bounty of his was said to have been seen frequently here. As it is my job to guide humanity, by consequence I must become intimate with your thought processes and decision making. Which is why I knew from the moment this bounty became registered, V would sign for the hunt. He had been searching for an honorable and legal reason to raze this club and its patrons. He was more than aware of its going ons and reputations, that’s exactly why he kept such a keen eye on it. V watched as a man clearly trying to keep his face hidden walked into the club, hurriedly shutting the door behind him. V pulled his own hood over his head, letting the shadows conceal his face as he followed the man into the club. The noise of the club washed over V as he slipped through the crowd of criminals who thought that they were safe. The duffel bag at his side swayed as the legs of the crowd bumped into it. V watched from afar as the man scanned the room, his gaze sliding over V as though he wasn’t there, before walking through a door marked with a no unauthorized entry sign. V began to move at a more urgent pace through the crowd, determined to not lose sight of the man for long. Just as he reached the door a burly hand gripped his forearm, stopping him short of the handle.

“Can’t you read? Sign says no entry, dumbass.” The bouncer said. V looked up at the sign and back to the bouncer. Without a word, V twisted his forearm up and around so that he could grip the bicep of the bouncer. In a flash V yanked the bouncer forward and kneed him in the stomach, which caused the bouncer to let go and clutch at his midsection. V slipped through the door without a second glance, not wasting a moment in pursuing the man down the hallway. The lights emanating from the doors flashed on V’s face rhythmically as he took long strides. He almost walked past a stairwell but stopped for a moment and listened. The telltale click of polished shoes on concrete reached his ears. V climbed the stairs purposefully, not even allowing the heel of his foot to touch down on the step before taking the next set. V reached the top of the stairs just as the only door in this particular hallway slammed shut. V carefully kneeled down, setting his duffel bag in front of him. Inside the bag lay his katana in its saya. He strapped it to his belt and left the bag in the stairwell. V reached into his pocket and switched on the puck carrying the bounty for his mark. A grainy holographic model of the man he had been following projected itself above the puck. He switched it back off and tucked it into his belt pouch. Just as V reached the door and rested his hand on the door knob, the sounds of a private conversation stopped him in his tracks, stiff and motionless.

“ -eah but what are we gonna do with all this Ink, Harry? I’ve already got both of our city inspectors hinting that if we don’t start coughing up a lil’ more for their pay that they might snitch. Plus, the Hunter’s Guild won’t get off my ass about our business transactions and my club. So, tell me what the fuck you want me to do, huh? I’m a lil’ busy and stressed out if you couldn’t tell.”

“I know, I know! But I’ve heard the city council is changing Tony. They’ve got new members, young’uns who don’t have the same mindset as our old buddies. They think we need change and to sweep Ink off the streets. And now the Guild’s sent a bounty hunter after me, Tony! I don’t know who it is, but the mark is huge and I’ve been tagged for dead or alive capture. We need to sell this Ink so I can get out of the city!”

“...Harry, I think we can figure this out. I’ve been talking to the Asperonis. If we start giving them 25% of the cut, they’ll extend the benefits of the family to us.”

“Tony! 25%!? What are you, out of your fucking mind!? 25% of the cut, Tony we’re barely scraping by with 100% of the cut, what the hell are we supposed to do if we give them 25?”

“If we give it to them, they can get you out of the city and you can help manage the production over in Big Willy. Think about it, if you can set us up a new hot spot in Big Willy, think about all the extra dough we’ll rake in! 25% of the cut to the Asperonis won’t seem like nothing! It’ll all be okay.”

“Yeah, yeah! Alright, how long until the Asperonis want an answer?”

“Tomorrow is our deadline. Let’s start packing your bags and see if we can book you an express train to Big Willy.”

After this, the violence will soon take place, with V tying up our wanna-be gangsters here and heading downstairs for the club fight. Which so far, as of writing this post, is underway! I have so many cool ideas for it, and hope it turns out as awesome as it is in my head.

#cyberpunk #science fiction #writing blog #samurai #bounty hunter #my writing

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5 Players Who Have a Real Shot at Winning the 2018 French Open

On the off chance that you have barely any insight into Roland Garros at this point, you'll have to get with the framework pretty speedy since this is the greatest mud competition of the time. With a limit of 2,000 focuses on the line and a few million in prize cash, the opposition will be furious going into the competition.

Obviously, there are a few competitors who have a positive shot of diving deep into the rounds at the end of the day, just a single player will bring back home the title as the 2018 Roland Garros champion and the quantity of players expected to win everything is significantly slimmer.

That being said, let us jump into our viewpoints on five players who we think have a genuine shot at winning the current year's Roland Garros competition. These players range in age and expertise level, however one shared trait that they share is the capacity to win everything. 안전 토토사이트 추천

Novak Djokovic (- 1500) Novak began with a precarious season, generally because of a physical issue that held him back from playing his best. This, thus, prompted a decline in certainty and play-production capacity which might have been a key to his terrible presentation over the beyond couple of competitions.

Notwithstanding, in Rome, Novak truly ventured it up a score. While he might have lost to Rafael Nadal in the elimination rounds of the competition, 6-7, 3-6, he was making the shots that made him a lord of mud in any case.

Holding areas of strength for a success rate on a superficial level, Novak Djokovic has demonstrated more than deserving of turning into a danger on the red soil. Shockingly enough, one thing that truly isolates him from the other players is his capacity to slide across the court.

Sliding across the court? That appears as though an expertise that anybody can have. You might be stunned to figure out that it's not. Certainly, everybody can slide yet sliding and halting at the ideal opportunities is an expertise that couple of have dominated on mud and Novak Djokovic is one of them

As a matter of fact, to some, sliding appears to be a futile capacity, taking into account that sliding on grass is perilous since it would normally bring about the player falling. It has some utilization on the hard court surface at the end of the day, running is generally the main part required.

Nonetheless, on earth, the utilization of sliding is essential to the point that one could say it is a critical piece of any player's triumph. Novak was so great at this that in 2016, he brought down Rafael Nadal for the Roland Garros title, something not effortlessly accomplished.

To go with his notable 2016 run, Novak Djokovic likewise a 1000 ATP Masters title in Madrid, one of Rafael Nadal's number one spots. Clearly, Novak Djokovic has had his reasonable portion of progress on the mud court.

Novak Djokovic may not be having the best a great time the present moment, taking into account that he's battling to come out on top for any significant championships the present moment, however this is generally because of his time away from visit, not from his inadequacy.

I accept that Novak is returning and he will return tremendous. He has all that is expected to win another Grand Slam — the wellness, the shot-production capacity, the psychological sturdiness, he is prepared. Novak Djokovic will be back, and when he returns, he'll return with a blast.

Stanislas Wawrinka (- 156) There are not very many players who can strike the ball as hard as "Stan the man" can. Truth be told, when Stanislas plays on the red soil surface, it resembles he's playing on the hard court. That is the very thing conveys him such an intimidation to most dirt court supporters.

In the 2015 Roland Garros finals, it was a Wawrinka versus Djokovic last with the most loved being Djokovic because of the crazy wellness and shot-production capacities he had displayed all through the competition. Be that as it may, Stanislas was showing precisely the same ability. 온라인카지노

They were expecting five sets with Novak being the victor yet Wawrinka's solid strike and quick serve totally destroyed Novak's down of guarded play, leaving him helpless from Stanislas' reliable assaults which in the long run prompted him acquiring the title in four sets.

Up to this point, he holds a 67.3%-win rate on mud, with a 1000 ATP Masters Monte Carlo title added to his repertoire. He's demonstrated a considerable enemy to Novak Djokovic, Alexander Zverev, and Rafael Nadal: players who have dominated the mud court.

There is a certain something, nonetheless, that could demonstrate deadly to Wawrinka's prosperity on the mud court. He's been playing less earth competitions. In 2018, he's just taken part in the Rome 1000 ATP Masters and that's it, losing first round to Steve Johnson.

Additionally, with the element old enough, Stanislas Wawrinka probably won't play actually surprisingly well. Of course, Wawrinka won the Roland Garros competition when he was thirty and the U.S. Open when he was 31. The sky is the limit for the man when he dedicates himself to it. READ MORE

Stanislas is a liability. While he shows a positive success rate on the earth surface, he actually battles to bring out steady outcomes. Possibly he'll totally obliterate the opposition, or he'll lose to some arbitrary player who isn't even in the best 100.

In any case, when he is playing in his prime, he appears to be relentless even to players like Rafael Nadal and Novak Djokovic, making him impressive contest during the current year's 2018 Roland Garros competition.

Dominic Thiem (- 1250) Dominic Thiem is likewise a fan #1. As a matter of fact, dirt has been viewed as the surface he performs best on since he is known for his harsh standard play major areas of strength for and strike. His fast speed and long perseverance are additionally factors into his capacity to make large plays.

During the 2018 Madrid elimination rounds, Dominic Thiem stunned the world by bringing down Rafael Nadal who was on an ongoing record-breaking win streak prior to tumbling to Dominic Thiem and nobody saw the irritated coming, not even Dominic.

What's considerably more amazing is that he brought down Rafael Nadal in straight sets. Most players would have anticipated that assuming Dominic Thiem brought down Rafa, it would have been in three sets, not two. In any case, Dominic on that day was playing great to the point that nobody could reject that he had the right to win.

At present, he holds a 73.9%-win rate on the mud court surface and has done very well in the earth competitions going before the Roland Garros competition, making the finals of Madrid, the quarterfinals of Monte Carlo, and the quarterfinals of the Barcelona Open.

He's likewise found real success at the Lyon Open, a more modest yet solid dirt court competition that brings the top players from across the world. That being said, Dominic Thiem's consistent season makes him a top contender for the impending 2018 Roland Garros competition.

Yet, what precisely will assist him with enduring seven rounds of play assuming he hopes to win the whole thing. For one's purposes, he's incredibly solid. He can play matches that last up to four or five hours and be all set the following day.

In addition, with physicality that is equaled by players in the main five of the rankings list, Dominic Thiem has the spryness, speed, and solidarity to get it going. There's extremely interesting a period where Thiem will lose because of one more player hitting predictable victors on him.

As a matter of fact, it will be Thiem that will stir things up around town. As I've said previously, he has major areas of strength for a forehand and an incredible one-gave strike, making him one of the most harsh baseliners out there.

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Dominic Thiem is prepared to make an on the move at Roland Garros. He's performed very well previously, arriving at the elimination rounds in both 2016 and 2017. What's to say that he will not repeat the experience? All things considered, he has every one of the devices to succeed. This might just be the time of Dominic Thiem.

Alexander Zverev (- 8000) Alexander Zverev is the German tennis player who has been making a remarkable scene on the dirt court. In 2018 alone, he's arrived at two 1000 Masters ATP Finals, won the Madrid 1000 ATP Masters title, and has a 250 ATP title added to his repertoire.

It's been a breakout season for the German and it's very obvious why. Many contrast him with turning into the following Rafael Nadal of the open time since he has the qualities that the youthful Rafael Nadal once had while was going en route to turning into a wonder of tennis.

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