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docholligay · 4 years

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Third String character prompt: Ami, A life left behind

I CAN’T WRITE AMI TO SAVE MY LIFE BUT HERE WE GO.

She hadn’t imagined herself ever doing it. Oh she had dreamed, plenty, of heading off to study in Germany, of going to the specialty high school for international students, of taking a pre-med track while most people were still figuring out what to do about the boy they liked.

Then the Moon Kingdom intervened.

It had been nice, in a way, to have the decision removed from her. If she was responsible for the good of Tokyo, the good of the world, there could be no argument that she was choosing the easier path. She stayed in Tokyo because she had to, not because of any fear. She did not stay because Germany was so different, but because she was an important member of the defense. She did not stay because she felt imperfect in German, but because Japan needed her. She did not stay because in a school like that, she might fail, but because she was a soldier, and to be a soldier meant sacrifices.

But here she was, in Germany. She had not made it to the high school, but the university laid out in front of her, a book tucked under her arm, and the sounds of, miraculously, German. Her life was her own, for maybe the first time in her life.

There were things still back in Tokyo. Duty, for one. A scattered pile of comrades, only a handful of whom had stayed. Michiru really had started something, the day she walked away from it all, the day she declared she would die before raising another hand for the Moon Kingdom. AMi still had no love lost for Michiru Kaioh, a spoiled, mean-spirited debutante, but Ami believed you could learn something from every situation.

Ami began to think, that very night. Usagi was her friend, wasn’t she? And it was good, if you had such a duty, to have it be to someone you loved. Before Usagi, she was friendless, a strange girl who seemed to actively repel even the other studious and strange, for reasons Ami herself didn’t quite understand. So many of them had been so lost before Usagi, so many parents gone, so many friendships unmade.

Ami had sat straight up in bed. It was too much to be coincidence. She was a woman who believed in the value of patterns, who found herself frustrated when people refused to believe what was in front of them, and yet she had ignored it the entire time.

What had the Moon Kingdom done to their lives, to guarantee their complicity? How had it dismantled their personal lives, until Usagi came along, like a life preserver to a drowning man? Ami had always seen that she was the lifeboat, but not that her lineage had been the one that tossed them overboard.

Love is so easily replaced with hate, for they are cousins, and not enemies.

She had presented her findings. Michiru had left, Haruka was dead, but the rest of the team passed the word along in whispers and mumbled conversations. Rei had rejected it. It wasn’t true, Rei had said. Her mother had died of cancer and her father was a bastard, and these things had nothing to do with Usagi, or the moon.

She wanted it to be true so badly that she melted and twisted the facts into her truth with the fire in her eyes.

Hotaru threw down her ring immediately. The anger had been there all along, and knowing that the Moon had put her father in harm’s way, had bent his experiments, had burned her and murdered her mother, was enough to ensure there was no argument from her but the slamming of a door.

Pluto, dear Pluto could not have been disloyal if she wished to be. The Moon had taken that, too.

Mako had been the most painful for her. Sweet Mako, who could not believe that anyone she loved could be the cause her misery. She’d been so angry with Ami, but Ami had seen the tears in her eyes. She knew, somewhere. It would take her time, but she would come around to it. She would allow herself to know fully.

Minako said she’d always known. That was all she ever said.

Here in Germany, she had her tiny apartment, and her books, and suddenly, as the ring scar of her duty faded in the German sunlight, anything began to seem possible. She was told she wanted things, her whole life, but Ami Mizuno was her own person, in German. She had left the shy, awkward, obedient girl in Japan. She was going to go get a drink, and nod when someone asked her to dance. Had she even ever wanted to study medicine for herself? She wasn’t sure, and signed up for Anatomy, but also History, and Literature. Ami had studied so many things in this life, but never herself.

Who would she become, here? It was terrifying to be given the reins to her own carriage, to feel the wind in her face, driver and not passenger.

“Ami!” someone called across the green. Someone she had walked up, and spoken to, at a club, without any provocation.

“Good morning! Wait for me!” She said, in crisp, perfect German.

In Tokyo, an old school uniform hung in the closet, a transformation ring in the pocket.

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keyofjetwolf · 4 years

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@shavedjudomonkey replied to your photoset: Oh man, there is SO MUCH going on here, I fucking...

I like how once Mako tells her Usagi just drops it. “Fine, but can you please try?”

Right?? Usagi’s got this whole plan, but drops it the second it’s not working. The conversation basically becomes

“You’re full of shit.” “Okay, yes, but do it anyway?”

and that is beautiful. ALSO LOOK AT USAGI BEING SO OBJECTIVE-FOCUSED

#shavedjudomonkey #jet wolf replies #JW watches PGSM #pgsm ep 8 #i intensely love everything happening here #and take it for the personal gift to me that it clearly is

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enigmaticagentalice · 5 years

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Did your dad ever finish Trespasser?

He did! He was extremely satisfied at having his deep suspicion of Solas vindicated, if I recall. It meant he was three for three on the male elf companions in the Dragon Age games betraying him at the end!

God it seems like ages ago! I don’t live with my dad anymore so we sometimes play MMORPGs together over Skype but we can’t play proper games anymore like we used to…

Maybe when Dragon Age 4 eventually comes out I’ll try and set up a weekly gaming session with him or something >

#Alice's dad plays Dragon Age #I was reading through that old tag now you mentioned it #and remembering what fun it was #shavedjudomonkey #Dragon Age: Inquisition

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fe14fiction-blog · 6 years

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Could I get some headcannons for M!corrin and Mitama please? Either modern or normal, up to you. Thanks very much!

I went with AU because I still love AUs and couldn’t pass up the oppertunity

Mitama is a nurse and she is always tired- of life, of patients shit, of doctor's shit, and everything else (she can, and does, sleep anywhere when she has those sweet sweet moments between patients and chaos)

Corrin is brought in one night and Mitama is assigned to take care of them, and while no patient is good Corrin is well behaved in most things that she's alright with it- until she realizes Corrin is just prone to needing medical attention (there is a part of her that is suspicious, there's another part telling her the only thing she should be looking for is the comfortable end of the sofa in the staff room)

Mitama doesn't admit that she kind of looks forward to seeing to Corrin, if Corrin doesn't need medical attention, especially as Corrin finds out about her poetry and appreciates (and she will fight Dwyer, Corrin's other regular nurse, on this when Dwyer notices, but she'll fight Dwyer on most things)

Mitama is actually not impressed when she figures more out about Corrin, like the fight and struggle against Anankos and family drama and everything else, but it doesn't stop her from continuing to patch Corrin up every time either

#mitama #corrin #headcanon #fe14 #fe 14 #fire emblem fates #yes this was inspired by Claire Temple and Matt Murdock from Daredevil #shavedjudomonkey

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thehubby · 6 years

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What would you say the best new 'retro' game is, and why is it Freedom Planet?

This is an unfair question! We are at a point where so much is retro. Games that pay homge to Castlevania SOTN and Super Metroid are retro, as are those that do the same for Super Mario Bros. and Sonic. Freedom Planet is good, without doubt. Right now I have to say Dead Cells, but that’s drunken short-sightedness talking. They both serve different audiences--the fast paced platforming crowd and the action RPG exploration type. I will accept your answer as valid, and I have taken the long overdue act of adding Freedom Plant to my wishlist.

#shavedjudomonkey

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dapperkobold · 6 years

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shavedjudomonkey replied to your post: Dune: Philosophy and Investment

See, I’d argue not having any normal people is the point. This is a story about what the high vistas of power do to a person: They corrupt.

And that is all well and good! But it still (in theory) could have been presented somewhat, even a little, from the point of view from the everyman to give it that grounding. Not that I can say how, I’m not a respected writer, I’m not even an English major, but it bugs me.

#shavedjudomonkey

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watchjetwolf · 7 years

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It's gonna be great seeing Jet reach the "ANIME IS REAL, RIGHT!?" question.

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docholligay · 3 years

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Fluffy prompt: Overwatch/ Winston, A day off.

1600 words! I hope you enjoy! Takes place after the fall of OW 1.0

Winston wasn’t terribly given to relaxation, as Tracer had teasingly told him a number of times before. There were a number of reasons for this, if he was being honest with himself. He always felt he had to earn his place in this world, one where he knew he would never fit, that he would never really be human. That they would never take him as such, except for Lena. He had earned his place in this world from the moment he had dropped out of the sky as a child.

He was also, truly, a nervous sort, and that he might even give to genetics as much as the way his life had gone, if he could have ever known anything about the way his parents were, as gorillas go. They had rejected him, the few times he’d seen them.

He was not a man, but they knew he was not a gorilla, either.

And so, on his days off, he preferred to putter around his laboratory, where things were built for him, where he did belong, and where he could contribute further to this world that allowed him to stay. He was on the verge of creating a larger lock for Tracer, one that could possibly cover, if not all, most of the house, so she wouldn’t have to wear her CA anywhere in the house, and not just her room. She would like that, it would make her more comfortable.

He glanced up at the little hammock that hung next to his big worktable. Tracer was out making a living now, with her job at the little suit shop, marking things for tailoring, and convincing any woman she could they also could look quite handsome, with the selection of the right pieces, a nip here and there. Her boss was pleased with her, but more importantly, Winson could see that it brought her a sense of pride to be back out in the world, to be contributing, even if in the evenings, she still was constantly writing letters and putting in calls to the CAA, the RAF, and anyone else she thought might help get her back in the air. Even as a commercial pilot. Cargo. Just her recreational license. Didn’t matter, so long as she could be in the sky.

But still she grinned whenever she came home, full of stories about the people she’d talked to and the events she’d helped them buy for, and the way her eyes glittered as she laid her paycheck on the table between them. And that was important. Even if Winston didn’t mind working to support them both, even if he’d rather just have her at home, even if he worried about her having a flashback, or a bit of the shakes, out in the world.

She didn’t worry, so why should he?

He nearly laughed in the comfort of his lab, at that. He would worry, because he worried, and that was that. It had been a long time since he had a full day off, and Tracer had insisted the he take it. He’d spent too long working by himself, fixing laptops and cell phones, slaving away to support the two of them, she’d said. He’d spent too much time taking care of her, before she’d quite come back to herself.

Winston had wanted to interrupt that he hadn’t minded any of it, but it was difficult to argue with Tracer once her mind was made up, and so he took the day off, and Tracer had headed off to the high street in her little tweed suit jacket, and now here he was, hoping that he could just get the last bits of everything sorted on the capture point. Tracer would be so delighted, if he managed. It was nearly August, wasn’t it? It would be quite the birthday present to her.

He was thinking about all this things, along with his general frustration that he loved working with small electronic bits so much, and his hands were so big, when Athena boomed out over the house.

“Lena is at--”

But she never had quite a chance to finish before the door slammed shut behind her, and Winston heard the quick footsteps of his friend, with a very brief pause at the door, and then rapidly climbing the stairs to the lab. He panicked, a moment, and began to stash his project in all the small places, dividing it up, hoping that Tracer would never look, and never know what she was looking at if she did.

He loved Tracer, even, and sometimes especially, the quickness of her mind and body, but sometimes, particularly when he was trying to surprise her, he wished she would give a bit more warning about anything she did.

“Wiiiiiiinstoooooon! Winston!” She called merrily up the stairs, nearly catching her voice as soon as she called.

Winston just managed to get the last of his work into a cabinet before she entered, jumping happily into the room.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

She chuckled, rocking back on her heels. “Love the pleasure of your company as well, Win.” She burst into a peal of laughter. “See, see I knew you’d be doing work, under some other kind of name, right?” she clicked her tongue, “and so I’ve come to assist you in ‘aving a proper day of rest.”

“Your job--”

“Oh, “ she waved a hand and cheerfully flopped into the tire stuffed with pillows he had resting by his seat, “Managed to outfit an whole groom’s party, didn’t I? For more than they thought they wanted, but really, they did want something a bit more special, just had to explain to them that you only do get married once, well, that’s the bloody ‘ope, at least, “ she laughed again, “told them that if I was ever to get married, I’d ‘ave me vest done with a fine silk, and matching lining, because, it’d be a special day for me, and not just the bride, right? And of course I would be the bride as well, but you know my meaning, and there was no reason to--ANY’OW,” she called herself back, ‘Let me nip off the rest of the day, and I wanted to spend it with you!”

She launched herself back out of the tire and over to Winston’s arm, grasping him by it firmly.

It was moments like this that Winston was forced to admit, she was perfectly well, and perhaps he was a bit of a worrywart, after all. Not so much as he’d ever tell her that, but enough that he noted it.

“Thought we’d go to that restaurant you like? With the outdoor seating? I’ll call ahead, sure they’ll be able to find us something, not terribly busy today, right? And then--” she whirled around, “thought we could head over to the street market, see if there’s any junk we can’t live without. You always do like a bit of rubbish.”

Winston did like when they went to the street markets together, and he loved the sunny little restaurant, a simple sort of pub (that Tracer claimed was nowhere near as authentically English as her own. Too clean, for starters.) that served decent pizzas and had a lovely patio with the perfect spot where he could sit in the corner and be out of the way. But there was always a part of him that felt he was in the way, and that he had no right to be, when the two of them were out. Tracer was always small, though he supposed not notably so in London, as some other places they had been, and slipped in and out of crowds easily, aided by her boundless confidence and easy charm. He, on the other hand, was a huge lummox of a thing, and no matter how many times he said, ‘excuse me’ or even the ‘sorry’ he’d picked up in London, he saw the way people looked at him.

“Win! Come on!” she pulled at his arm.

“Are you going to go dressed up like that?”

Tracer thought for a moment, took off her tie, and unbuttoned the top button. “There. Still want to be dressed up a bit, for a day with me best guy.”

It was hard to feel too unwanted, when someone loved you so much. For all the world made him feel strange, he never doubted her, not for a moment, or the love that she felt for him. Tracer was not much of a liar, didn’t have the time nor the inclination for it, with the way she buzzed about her life, and from that first Thanksgiving, the two of them in the Overwatch lab, her in the bug jar, she had decided they would be friends. She had taken him into her family, and looking at her now, eyes bright, smile wide, freckles dancing about her face as she laughed, he could tell how she wanted to be around him. That there was no artifice in anything she said.

For a moment, he forgot to be anxious about the person he was, because for a moment, he could see himself as the person Tracer thought of, when she looked at him. Someone who could always look on him without fear, or confusion, or awkwardness.

Winston set down his screwdriver, and went to go pull on a nicer shirt. Something presentable, if the two of them were going to be out together.

He might never be the sort that relaxed, but he could be the sort who could enjoy a pint and a pizza out with his friend on a day off. Maybe he wasn’t a gorilla, and maybe he wasn’t a man, but maybe, sometimes, he didn’t have to be.

Maybe it was, sometimes, enough for him to be Winston.

#HON HON HON #shavedjudomonkey

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keyofjetwolf · 4 years

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@shavedjudomonkey replied to your photo: “OH NO I’m watching A Place Further completely spoiler-free! You can...”:

Are you having Feeeelings Jet?

NO GO TO HELL

#shavedjudomonkey #jet wolf replies #THE GIFTENING 2019 #THE GIFTENING 2019 day 12 #THE GIFTENING 2019 Jetty Day #jet wolf watches a place further

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shavedjudomonkey · 7 years

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Conversations while watching Shin Godzilla

ItemMerchant: Godzilla opens his mouth to roar, but all that comes out is

ItemMerchant: HAI DOMO, VIRCHUAA YOUTUUBA KIZUNA AI DESU

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shavedjudomonkeys: Godzilla: :)

shavedjudomonkeys: "Does this look like the face of mercy?"

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ItemMerchant: America's like "...yeah...of course we'll send bombers. Right now. They definitely weren't already on the way."

ItemMerchant: The entire fucking American military is just rattling the cage and going "SEND ME IN COACH"

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shavedjudomonkeys: ....

shavedjudomonkeys: Welp.

shavedjudomonkeys: No more press conference.

ItemMerchant: He's a pink OwO boy.

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shavedjudomonkeys: Rescue?

shavedjudomonkeys: What is there to /rescue/?

ItemMerchant: "I found him! He's over here! And here! And here!"

shavedjudomonkeys: THERE IS LITERALLY NOTHING LEFT.

ItemMerchant: "I decontaiminated it with my whiskey, which I was drinking straight from the bottle like a badass."

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ItemMerchant: "We need to form a council to set a meeting to draft a bill to oppose us getting fucking nuked."

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shavedjudomonkeys: FUCKING.

shavedjudomonkeys: FUCKING ORIGAMI.

ItemMerchant: GODZILLA WAS THE ORIGAMI KILLER.

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ItemMerchant: ...is this a fucking hip hop remix of the danger music

shavedjudomonkeys: YES.

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shavedjudomonkeys: I bet this is subtle as a /truck/ to the Japanese.

ItemMerchant: It's as subtle as Anno coming into my house and beating me with a bat, and I don't even understand it beyond the whole "maybe we should do what we fucking want" and "fuck bureaucracy"

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ItemMerchant: In Japan, building smash Godzilla

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shavedjudomonkeys: Only Optimus Prime can save us now.

ItemMerchant: DENTISTRY WITH NO LIMITS

shavedjudomonkeys: OWO.

shavedjudomonkeys: TACTICAL HOSE ACTION.

ItemMerchant: The imagery of defeating Godzilla with a civil construction project is as unsubtle as it is wonderful. That was absolutely the Eva computer display, by the way

shavedjudomonkeys: O FUCK.

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shavedjudomonkeys: TRAIN BOMBS.

ItemMerchant: WAIT NO THOSE WERE THE EVACUATION TRAINSA AAAHAHHHH

ItemMerchant: they jumped at him

shavedjudomonkeys: Trains: REVENGE!

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shavedjudomonkeys: "The fact that you don't PLAY BY THE RULES! makes me wet."

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ItemMerchant: Godzilla replaces the dog statue as the hip new meeting spot in Tokyo.

shavedjudomonkeys: Pleas.

shavedjudomonkeys: Please.

shavedjudomonkeys: Godzilla national park.

#shin godzilla #skype conversations #long post #shin godzilla spoilers

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