#misty meaner

[tornrose24]

Since it came in second place on that pole, I revisited that Corpse Bride AU next... which I haven’t touched since 2017/2018. This time I tried going for a more accurate version of the story, and actually have CU and Krupp be separate people instead of being the same person due to some weird story plot. (And hey, unlike with Burton, this one features actual Jewish characters like in the original tale!)

I also benefit from coming back later and having more characters to use, as now nearly all the actual good adults are in the land of the dead.

(The original images are here, but be warned that the quality isn’t the best due to having a not so great tablet at the time. However it’ll give you an idea of what Edith’s wedding dress for this AU looks like).

#captain underpants #wow this is from way back when #cu corpse bride au #mr. krupp #edith the lunch lady #egg casserole #george beard #harold hutchins #mr. ree #lavatore ree #jerry citizen #moxie swaggerman #misty meaner #by the way I always liked the outfits I gave to Krupp and Edith in this one

[uncannyart]

#misty meaner #beautiful women #women

[t4tbedehopmar]

Doin my job boss 🫡🫡

thank u for spreading my agenda sniffles

#asks #misty ! #the person ur talking to tho....... meaners >:c

[nataliesscatorccio]

Like everyone else I am rightfully obsessed with Shauna and Jackie's shared wardrobe, but can we talk for a second also about the very specific jealousy sharing clothes comes with? This experience might not be as universal as I think it is, but: The babyish instinct to want to grab it back and say "mine!" and all the self-conscious thoughts of it looks better on her than it looks on me. Feeling protective over your clothes ("I don't want her to borrow it, she'll mess it up!"), or feeling resentment when your clothes get compliments while someone else is wearing them (the instinct then to laugh awkwardly and deny credit, "thanks! it's actually hers.") And even larger scale! That strange push for competition when two girls show up wearing the same outfit. Who wore it better?

All this to say buried under the love stored in wearing the butterfly tops and sharing the flannels and saving the virginity dress there is also that distinctly meaner and pettier voice of a ghost in Shauna's ear saying "did you ask if you could borrow that?" saying "you're going to ruin it." saying "it looked better on me." saying "hey! that's mine!"

The brief and amazing moment in the pilot when Jackie is suggesting outfits to Shauna speaks to this too. Shauna's frustration at finding anything of her own that's suitable. Wear the red dress I gave you! It's such a sincere suggestion. But it's Jackie's old dress. It's Jackie's suggestion. Shauna knows when she puts it on the cruel voice in her head that sounds a lot like Jackie will remind her all night that it isn't really her dress, and Jackie wore it better anyway, and every compliment she gets will be politely redirected to Jackie. "Thanks. It was hers." (This sentiment echoes into infinity).

Then we have Jackie's funeral, and the ferocity with which Shauna insists Jackie keep her clothes. Sure, for the humanity and the dignity of it. But just as much, how could she bear to see Natalie or Akilah or Mari or Misty or anyone else walk around in Jackie's shoes? She didn't want to borrow Jackie's clothes. (I kind of doubt she wanted Jackie to borrow hers either). Nor did she want Jackie's whole hand-me-down life. But fuck if she was going to donate it to Goodwill for just anyone to take, and it wasn't like she was satisfied with her own.

I think of this The Haunting of Hill House post via @2008hondacivic and of Twin Peaks' Laura Palmer yelling "Don't ever wear my clothes!" at Donna. Don't ever become me! But also, there is so little left of me, and That's Mine! Give it back! I'm sure they wish they could.

#anyone else lend a sweater to someone after a night out you never got back and think of bitterly to this day or am I just an only child #surely this is even worse for siblings constantly getting hand me downs or handing down #like I had my first kiss in that top and now you're wearing it to paint #yellowjackets #shauna shipman #jackie taylor #twin peaks #the haunting of hill house

[acepalindrome]

Thinking about a young Izzy who loved to sing, but there’s no place for singing when you’re a cabin boy trying to survive on a pirate ship. Sea shanties might be alright, maybe, but not the beautiful love songs he learned at his mother’s knee. This isn’t a place for softness, for tenderness. So he stuffed that part of himself down. Learns to be harder and meaner.

And then he meets young Ed Teach, who’s grown up learning that he’s not the kind of person who can have silk and fine things, running away after killing his father. He’s learned to be hard and mean too. And they click. They work well together. But they just keep encouraging the other to shove down the soft parts of themselves, because how else can you keep yourself safe out here? If Ed sometimes looks longingly at a beautiful fabric, if he wakes up crying from the nightmare about his dad, if Izzy gets caught humming so very quietly while he works, if he gets a little misty when someone’s playing a sad old love song at the bar…they’ll both pretend not to notice. No place for that here, for men like them.

And so it goes, for years and years. The partnership turns into love that neither of them can voice, can’t express beyond an occasional tumble in the sheets, beyond Izzy’s devotion and Ed doing whatever he has to so his first mate doesn’t leave. It’s not happiness, but neither of them can let it go. And there are no fine fabrics or love songs on the Queen Anne’s Revenge.

Then Stede Bonnet happens, and everything gets turned on it’s head. This absurd, ridiculous man is embracing all the soft, tender things they denied themselves all their lives. And Ed starts to realize that maybe he can have these things too.

But not Izzy. He sees this fool with his books and marmalade and fancy clothes, who’s just bizarre enough to capture Ed’s attention. It won’t last. This still just be another of Edward’s little flights of fancy. It’ll be over soon.

Except it doesn’t end. Except Ed just keeps getting softer, more vulnerable. He’s throwing away the safety of being the most terrifying pirate on the seas, and for what? An idiot rich man playing at being pirates?

Ed’s wrong, of course. He’s getting too swept up in this little fantasy. So it falls to Izzy to end it, for both their sakes.

And he fails. So he tries again, more desperate the ever, seeing the man he’s loved for decades slipping away. And he fails again, but Bonnet ends up leaving anyway. The problem has solved itself, and things can finally go back to normal.

But everything is changed. Ed is wrapped up in silks, eating marmalade, singing. It’s a slap in the face to Izzy, and he snaps worse than he has in years.

And everything goes wrong.

By the time the storm breaks and the nightmare ends, Izzy has lost a leg and the man he loved for most of his life. He’s broken. He’s weak. He’s cried in front of the whole fucking crew, for fucks sake. He can’t do his job anymore, so what good is he? He’s going to die alone. That’s how this goes.

And instead, the crew gives him a new leg. They took the time to paint it gold. They wrote him a note, called him their new unicorn. It’s a lot of soft, fanciful nonsense that would has no place on a proper pirate ship, and it makes Izzy cry.

Maybe it’s alright for him to be soft too.

He starts to open up, bit by bit. He lets people care for him. He lets himself indulge in the tender things he denied himself all his life, and instead of being met with scorn and mockery, he’s supported and encouraged.

Until, after so many years, he allows himself to sing one of the beautiful love songs he’s always adored for the whole crew, his family, to hear.

#ofmd #ofmd s2 spoilers #izzy hands #internalized ableism #just a tad #not quite a fic and not headcanon #a secret third thing (me rambling while at work)

[corviids]

misty dream luke has the capacity to be much meaner fyi

[witch-and-her-witcher]

Roche/Zoltan?

"Well, aren't you a sorry sight."

The bar stool scraped against the plank floor, sticky and collecting crumbs when it should have been getting mopped. Should have, if all of the Chameleon's patrons had been chased off at closing.

One resolute figure remained, slouched over a half spilled tankard.

"Ah, Zoltan." Roche reacted too slowly, too loudly - fully sloshed. "As quiet as an elf you are, sneaking up on me."

"A troll could surprise you." Zoltan placed the broad palm of his hand across the back of Roche's neck. "From one former officer to another, you look like shite."

The false brevity fell from the man's face like crumbling stone until nothing was left but raw, exposed emotion underneath.

"Former officer, that's right ... So, you know."

"Aye, I know. Th' anniversary, th' Battle of Brenna."

It was why he hadn't beat the drunkard out of the tavern yet. Kindred in the scars left from that absolute wreckage of life.

Zoltan squeezed Roche's neck: as dark as his eyes were, it was clear they weren't seeing the bar in front of him. Misty, red rimmed, distant - particularly some scores away to the south east in that bog riddled shit hole.

"I don't know that one person I served with at the time is still alive ..." His face began to crumple under the reassuring pressure of Zoltan's hand. "They're all bloody gone, what the hell are we still doing hanging around?"

The ghosts of those past would be too loud to speak over, so Zoltan pulled Roche to his shoulder and let his wet cheek press against him in silent camaraderie. The dwarf took what remained in the tankard, poured a portion onto the already tacky floor in libation before downing the rest to the dregs.

Roche would be meaner than a hornet again come morning, but for the night they could seek solace in shared phantoms.

#well this got a little sad anon #zoltan x roche #zoltan #roche #my writing #anon #asks

[captainofthetidesbreath]

I have a speculative mechanics question for fic writing purposes if you feel up to answering it. It's a post-canon fic idea with the Mighty Nein at level 18. As the resident Fjord expert, which do you think would be his most likely spell picks for a 7th level Mystic Arcanum and an additional known spell of 5th level or lower? (It would be a 13 warlock, 5 paladin split in this scenario). Additionally, since paladins get Extra Attack at 5th level I can see him swapping out the Thirsting Blade invocation for something else, but what would be the most in-character replacement for his personality and build?

I took a hot second to think about it. And I apologize for how long this post is, but since you're writing a fic, I thought I'd explain my thought process to help you decide if you want to make the same choices or make different ones. Since you're writing a fic, I'm generally thinking more narratively oriented rather than necessarily mechanical.

The 7th level Mystic Arcanum for Fjord has always been an interesting choice for me since a lot of the available choices are just so much meaner than Fjord, in my opinion. It's either Forcecage (spatial control, which Fjord tends toward), Crown of Stars (works great with his action economy, very pretty, thematically vibes with the Star Razor), or Etherealness (super fun spell, lets him be nosy, weird). Possibly Plane Shift (teleport). Those feel like the most likely choices and provide a good spread to choose from, depending on what you narratively need him to do.

As for spells, little tough since it first requires knowing what he already has. As far as I can gather, these were the last 10 warlock spells Fjord cast, in reverse chronological order:

Counterspell (141, warlock 12)

Far Step (139, warlock 12)

Thunder Step (134, warlock 11)

Hex (134, warlock 11)

Armor of Agathys (134, warlock 11)

Major Image (127, warlock 11)

Enervation (VM x M9, filmed between 125 and 136, warlock 11)

Summon Greater Demon (mentioned in 113, warlock 10, last cast 86, warlock 9)

Banishing Smite (102, warlock 10)

Charm Monster (79, warlock 9)

However, he is also mentioned in 134 (warlock 11) to have Cone of Cold, though he never cast it, so one of those last three spells he no longer has. Which one, I don't know, but I would say either Charm Monster or Summon Greater Demon.

So, based on that, I love to joke that he should take Teleportation Circle (5th, available to him via TCOE additional spells) or Dimension Door (4th) for more teleportation spell hoarding (especially since he regains access to Misty Step at paladin 5). Teleportation Circle allows him long-range teleportation capability he doesn't already have and lets him and Jester to be very annoying. Mirror Image (2nd) is also a great choice for him as someone often in melee range, and it actually echoes a little bit Jester's Duplicity. Suggestion (2nd) is a classic and vibes well with his silver-tongue.

Also, Fjord can learn two spells going from level 12 to 13 since he gains an additional known spell and can replace one spell he already knows. So, if you're stuck between two choices, you can simply replace one he knows that you aren't using in your fic.

Invocations is a hard one. I agree that Thirsting Blade should be swapped out after Extra Attack at Paladin 5. My suggestions are Ghostly Gaze (weird, nosy), Whispers of the Grave (weird, nosy, he keeps asking the clerics to talk to the dead people so why not learn to do it himself), or Otherworldly Leap (mobility, which Travis loves, fun as hell). One with the Shadows has great vibes.

Those are some suggestions I have, mostly oriented toward what both feels right for him but also is useful for him to have in a fic.

#Critical Role things #CR #long post for ts

[kokoronogeisha]

Misty Meaner

[jellicle-shifters-au]

Welcome Home

for @whumptober day 16 don't go where i can't follow

from the barge

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take this, she’d said, and into demeter’s hand dropped her own wedding ring, the gold band warmed by the heat of her skin after holding it tightly for so long. she’d spent what felt like hours staring into the fog of the graveyard, weighing her options as carefully as the band, feeling it grow heavier and heavier with each passing minute.

she’d watched the shock grow on demeter’s face, the blood drain from her cheeks, as she’d opened her palm and saw what bomba had put there.

bomba—

take it, bomba said, almost too desperately, but she hadn’t known how to tell metra about the growing fear in her heart or the knot in her stomach that twisted more each day. i need you to take it.

bomba—

please, metra, she said. please take it.

bomba…metra said again, and that time looked up at her, eyes misty. why, bomba?

bomba swallowed and paused, considering her words. it’s a feeling i’ve been having, she said softly, since we’ve been here. the way those cats looked at me… with hungry light in their eyes, something darker and meaner flickering in the depths of the one with the curly black hair and beret. the woman who bore the name of the role bomba’s grandmother played wanted something from her, and it was more than she wanted from the rest of the jellicles. 

demeter was silent for a moment, considering the ring in her hand and bomba’s words, and finally her nose wrinkled and she shook her head. i should have been able to feel that.

she took her wife’s hand, cold in the foggy night, and squeezed it. don’t blame yourself, love, she whispered. protector instincts are wrong sometimes, she thought to say, but didn’t. there was no real difference between what was left of demeter’s sixth sense and the acute intuition of the protectors. theirs was a honed skill; demeter’s, natural.

demeter didn’t answer to that, but squeezed bomba’s hand and stared at the ring clutched in her palm, the metal warming to the heat of her hand. in the silence, a bell rang at a dock along the thames, a gentle breeze blew, carrying the faint smell of salt water under the smoke and exhaust. then she looked up, the tears clear to see in her eyes, and whispered in a choked voice, bomba—bomba, please…please don’t go where i can’t follow.

she’d kissed demeter on the cheek. i love you, metra.

—

the calico twins sit on either side of her. griddlebone sits in the passenger seat. there’s another woman this time, who drives. her strawberry blonde hair sits loosely around her shoulders, her green eyes are fixed on the road, but every now and then she looks up into the rearview mirror at bomba, and there’s a smirk on her face, one that never really seems to go away. there’s a glint in her eyes, something quiet and dangerous she’s waiting to unleash. there’s blood in bomba’s future, she knows it, and the very idea sends a shiver down her spine.

underneath that is a slow burning fury, and further beneath that is the fear she’s trying to suppress. her fury burns when she looks the woman in the eye through the mirror, the woman who bears her own name, bombalurina, but works for macavity and gleeful drugged her own kind—and demeter, with them—bomba’s brave little tortoiseshell crumpling under the weight of the drugs in her system will forever be burned into her mind.

in the chaos, they’d snatched bomba, just like she knew they would. now she sits in the back seat of this rickety old car, her hands tied behind her back, the coarse rope digging into her skin. it’s not chafed just yet, she hasn’t moved enough for that to happen, and she’s not going to give them the satisfaction of squirming. 

she stares straight ahead, watching the buildings pass, their neon signs dull and gray in the daylight. by night, they’ll be fully lit, bright and inviting, but bomba will see none of them. there’ll be no shows or bars or restaurants for her to traverse with her wife, not for a while.

enjoying the ride? griddlebone asks without turning around. she avoids calling bomba by name, as though she’s going to invoke some ungodly force if she does. the driver calls her nothing. one of the twins calls her red, when they call her anything at all.

bomba raises an eyebrow, but says nothing. griddlebone’s shoulders tense. she says nothing else.

the ride continues in silence, until the congested city block opens up into the docks and a few scattered vendor stalls that have yet to be opened for the day. boats are docked all along the shore; one or two show signs of movement as the owners get the vessels ready to set sail for the day. bomba watches it all with distant curiosity, trying to keep track of where she’s being driven, even as the sight of the water begins to stir up something deep within her that only comes alive when she’s near large bodies of water like this.

it’s a feeling she knows well. it’s a feeling she’s never been able to shake.

she grinds her teeth.

it had to pick now, didn’t it, to wake up? and they had to come back the docks, of all places, didn’t they?

the feeling turns to an itch beneath her skin, up along her spine, a prickling at the back of her skull, like claws in her skin as it turns and turns and turns with its fur bristling and eyes wide. no amount of her silently scolding it calms it; her first life continues to bristle and stalk uncomfortably in the back of her mind.

here we are, the driver says at last. they’re the only words bomba has heard her speak thus far, and they aren’t meant for her specifically.

she turns her attention from the activity along the edge of the river and the frantic phantom in her mind to a large, hulking shape sitting beside the dock. an old, rusting barge comes into view, looming above the wooden walkway, and seeming to grow larger and larger as they approach.

as the car slows to a halt, and the driver turns into a parking space, griddlebone turns around, her fangs flashing and her eyes shining with monstrous glee. welcome home.

#whumtober2023 #no. 16 #don't go where i can't follow #fic: the barge #cats the musical #cats 1998 #cats 2019 #bombalurina #demeter #mungojerrie #rumpleteazer #griddlebone #shapeshifter au

[neon-prison]

3.   How does their social personality differ from how they act when they’re alone? 

4.   How do they act around a crush? 

5.   Do they have a “tell” for when they’re lying? 

10.   What is a weird quality that they have (ie their hands are always cold, they’re always hungry, they snort when they laugh, etc)? 

-How does their social personality differ from how they act when they’re alone? 

Vee tends to act much more 'ditzy' around others. When in a group, she tends to be louder, meme-er, and impulsive in a fun, party-girl sort of way. Alone, her patient and calculating side shows itself. There's a part of her that enjoys being underestimated, so she sometimes overlays into the 'gonk charity-merc' persona (that part of herself exists, it's just...louder around others)

-How do they act around a crush? 

Vee's an action gal. She loves doing nice things for people she loves, and that extends to her crushes. She loves doing small (or big) things that will make their lives easier or might brighten their day (even if it means going really out of her way.) For example, Vee knows that weekends tend to be busy days for Vik, so she makes sure to bring him his favorite takeout/drinks so he doesn't have to worry about accidentally missing out on customers.

-Do they have a “tell” for when they’re lying?

Depends on the lie. Vee struggles to lie in friendly, social situations, and it's very obvious in the way a 'haha' text is obvious (and sometimes cringy). In serious situations, she's much better at keeping a poker face (she used to drug spot for Valentinos and had to convincingly lie to police and other bigger, meaner people). But however good her poker face is, she struggles to keep it up for a long period of time. Keep needling, and the cracks will start to show.

-What is a weird quality that they have (ie their hands are always cold, they’re always hungry, they snort when they laugh, etc)? 

She. Scans. Everything. All. The. Time. Vee lives in Batman's Detective mode. Misty spends half her life snapping in front of Vee's eyes to get her to focus- but that's just part of life as a terminally curious netrunner. Vee needs to know- and if someone has good audial implants, they can hear the snapshot sound effect of Vee's kiroshis going on and off and on and off and on and off and on and off-

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 ask

[saw-x]

I just found it, and I already love your blog. Your gifs are very quality, and you have great taste.

Even though I'm not a big horror fan myself (thank you for tagging it accordingly), I love Yellowjackets. Natalie was my fave, and even though I'm a grown-ass 40 years old woman, I was so upset by her death that I dreamed the following night that they could save her. I agree with you that season one was better, even though I liked season two as well (Natalie's death was an exception, they did Misty very dirty with it, and that random attack by Lisa was weird and didn't feel inherent).

I knew Lottie wasn't the Antler Queen, but I was in the dark who was supposed to be then, did you know it, or have you guessed it, bc it came to me in surprise. :)

So yeah, my rant is over, and I'm sorry if I bored you but I needed this out of my system.

Keep up the good work, and please tag horror further as it is!

Hi - first of all thank you for sending this ask it's always lovely to have nice messages like this and you definitely didn't bore me 🥰

I am still pretty upset about Nat's death as well and I agree the whole thing was very weird and felt contrived. I understand if Juliet wanted out of the show (which I have suspected since some of the comments she made in season 1, which made me think Natalie dying was a big possibility) but I just wish they had taken actual care and respect to the character when killing her off you know? It all feels mean spirited and disrespectful to me, which is crazy since apparently they had a meaner cut where everyone on the plane laughs at her (wtf?)

I was pretty surprised by Nat being the antler queen and I thought it was an interesting turn of events. In general I still quite enjoyed the first half of season 2, but around episode 5 or 6 I started to find the show a lot less enjoyable and felt like there were a lot of problems with the season and its pacing. For example, I really enjoyed Tai's character in season 1, but I feel her storyline in season 2 was really lacklustre and a lot of her agency was taken away. Everything is explained away as a 'dark, other tai' which feels lazy and kinda feels like backtracking since I feel the implication in the season 1 finale was that she did a ritualistic sacrifice to win the senate race. I would've liked them to explore a bit more of her as a senator since they spent much of season 1 on the senate race and I also find it so weird that Simone is literally never seen again in the season after she was shown in a coma. Character motivations also feel all over the place and I feel like the characters in the adult storyline have big swings in their behaviours which feels weird since that storyline for the season only spans a week.

These are just a couple of examples where I feel the storytelling and pacing just feels really disjointed. I've heard that they originally had 10 main episodes and a lot was cut from the season, and I think the season really suffered from this (I'm not referring to the bonus cabin episode). So yeah... sorry I ranted a bit in return.

#asks #anti yellowjackets

[bryancage]

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[lajsuvsn]