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liquidstar · 2 months

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wait speaking of getting isekia'd via truck, a couple weeks back me and a friend on were talking abt portal fantasy/isekai tropes (mostly bc i was infodumping abt rz again), and it made me think abt a fun concept for an ocverse. tho its possible similar things have been done obvs with just how inflated the genre is, just hear me out OK

story starts in the normal world, with a typical Nerdy Guy going about his daily life, expositing about how he feels bored and longs for adventure and magic, just like in all of his favorite media. as he's crossing the street, distracted by his mobile game, he doesn't notice The Truck(tm) coming straight towards him. except he's not hit by it- he's pushed out of the way in the last second, saved by a passing girl who gets hit in his place. this is who the story is about now.

mc gets sent to that sort of intermediary dimension that some isekai have, where she meets the Goddess Lady or whatever that was in charge of the whole isekai situation. goddess lady proceeds to freak out, because she nabbed the wrong person, and she's going to be in SO MUCH TROUBLE. she starts questioning the mc, only to find out that this kid has a good social life, does well in school, is in sports, and has barely ever played a video game. basically the opposite of the socially introverted, underachieving, repressed, genre-aware guy she was supposed to have reincarnated. for the sake of fulfilling somekinda hero prophesy or whatever. and the mc kinda bargains to be sent to the fantasy world anyway bc, well, its that or death i guess. so the two of them kinda have to team up to course-correct this mix-up.

mc is kinda given a list of tasks to do that basically mirror how a typical story like this Would Go, expected to fall in line with the tropes in order to achieve the ultimate goal, but kinda ends up failing at all of them... or not? failing backwards, maybe. doing it in a way different from how its meant to go- using the wrong formula, but somehow getting the right solution. while sort of continuing to question the insanity of the whole situation, and the nature of this whole fantasy world. just fucking up all the tropes.

but a layer i'd wanna add on top of all that is the fact that the hero prophesy (or whatever) called for a man. so upon arriving to this new world, the mc is basically put into a "gender swapped" body and... doesnt seem to mind. this isnt an uncommon isekai trope either, but i hardly see it tackled with much care to really explore whole Gender Thing beyond gags about the "mismatch" (which can be in poor taste) or the conclusion that "well because their Body is now this gender, their gender identity changes to match" which i feel is a pretty shallow and binary take-away to draw abt bodies and identity.

but i think there can be more to explore w the prospect if you actually wanna get into gender stuff. in this case, i'd particularly wanna get into the idea of imposter syndrome. the main character was not MEANT to be... the main character. seen as a phony fighting tooth and nail to meet expectations, and constantly fumbling. not a real hero, or a real man. but its meant to be an act anyway, so why does that bother her? it was like that back on earth too, trying as hard as possible to be the perfect girl. a good social life, does well in school, is in sports.... but that good girl thing always felt fake too. or desperate. what was she trying to prove? how long as this BEEN bothering her, actually? why does it feel easier to breathe in this body, despite everything? the way this whole act makes her happy is scary, because its fake isn't it? but wait, which part was fake? the before or after? is it all fake? isn't this all just a mistake?

was it really a mistake? who is more heroic; a guy too focused on a mobile game to pay attention to those around him, or the person who risked their life to save a stranger? but the hero prophesy was for a "man," right? what does that even mean?

#the end is all questions bc if i ever did anything w this i would want to explore them basically #i dont know if i ever WILL its mostly just a concept im throwing out there for rn. brainstorming #but i think it could be fun #the only other isekai/portal fantasy type ocverse i have is the one w the dream traveling ocs. i wanna get back to them also #so many small oc projects that ive posted abt very briefly but i have not forgotten abt any of them i still think abt it #same w this even if i never really elaborate more on it im sure the idea will stay in my head #its obviously very much in its first draft baby phase rn a lot of ironing out the creases to do if i did wanna follow up in some way #like again its basically just a concept i dont have concrete characters or worldbuilding or anything just ideas. thata all

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kylejsugarman · 6 months

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syd you are destroying me over here. what the fuck. what would “down” look like in au squared? would jesse’s parents take baby when they kicked him out, or would he just be left to navigate his. Unstable housing situation with an infant daughter and no support? im like i dont even know which one i would prefer you to say… down in au squared universe just Does Not feel good thank you for bringing it to our attention :-(

(frolics around cutely while i make everything worse for everyone) "down" never feels good ever tbh, between walt hitting his ableism victory royale and jesse getting his shit absolutely rocked by fate, its a miracle any of us survive that episode. au squared jesse of course fights his parents tooth and nail about kicking him out since ginny left him the house, but as soon as his mom says that they'll be taking baby too since he's not responsible enough, he backs down and is like "fine take the house, take whatever u want, but baby's coming with me". he obviously doesnt want to be homeless, but being homeless and not having baby is more than he can bear. she tries to reason with him, then threatens to get the law involved (i imagine saul helps jesse secure full custody of baby in addition to helping him buy his parents' house in season 3 :) besties), but jesse doesnt budge and takes off with her and their essentials, only for his ride to get stolen while he's in the drug store buying formula. they'd probably end up spending the night in the impounded rv (no blue tho. if i can spare my guy one suffering, it'll be the blue) with him genuinely not knowing if its Worth It anymore because hes literally laying in a mobile meth lab next to his crying baby who's too upset for her nighttime feeding, unable to provide for her but also unable to let her go. it feels so awful and selfish: she deserves better but he doesnt trust anyone to give her that. he breaks the rv out of the impound the next day the second clovis threatens them and drives straight to walt's place to get his money, riled up from walt ignoring his calls and clovis fucking threatening him in front of his infant daughter. "down" of course is a parade of walt being a dickhead because skyler has totally stopped buying his shit, so when jesse pulls up in person to beg for the money, walt snaps at him and tells him that jesse wouldn't even be in this situation if he were more responsible and that a real father would have found a way to provide for his child, which is not only vile but the fucking Wrong Thing to say to jesse after the last 24 hours. this is what provokes their fist fight and walt finally hands over the money, then tries to make some "look. we're both in this for family. we have to work together" comment to amend things as if he wasnt just yelling at his own son for using the car pedals wrong. having the money and getting out some of his rage and misery by pounding walt makes jesse feel better, but more than that, it gives him this adrenaline rush in terms of being a dad. sure it was a fucking nightmare, but he did all of that for his baby and he won. he fought to provide for her and he did. he didn't give in and just hand her over to his parents like she was some stranger that just happened to live in his house: he kept baby, he protected her through a disaster, and now he's never going to let her go. as he gets them a motel room for temporary housing with his cash and goes buck wild in the infant section at walmart and ends the day watching a happy, fed, clean baby play with her new stacking rings, jesse thinks about what walt said and feels a bitter kind of pride. "a real father would've found a way to provide for his child." well he did. he's baby's father and he's going to provide for her.

#anonymous #ask #syd squeaks #its genuinely not that bad actually i just hate seeing a little guy be soooo sad #au squared #jesse pinkman #baby ayuluk #walter white

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cakeboxie · 2 months

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I think the reason Halsin and Zevlor (and Jaheria but I don’t post about her often) appeal to me so much as characters is bc they’re old and queer. Halsins varied queerness is an inherent fact of his character, and I heavily hc Zev as a cis gay man and jaheria as a straight transfem.

I only recently realized why I like that so much, it’s because it’s incredibly likely I won’t get old.

Tw. Death, graphic descriptions of chronic illness, mention of genocide, violence fuelled by bigotry.

I’m kinda just rambling in hopes that maybe someone like me will get comfort from knowing that they’re not alone.

I’m mixed, visibly queer, physically disabled, chronically ill and poor in an extremely conservative area. One of my only clear memories before 2016 is being told I wouldn’t live to see 13 bc of all the things wrong with me. I could drop dead from any number of physical issues, I could be killed for being queer, I could be murdered as a “joke” (this whole thing was prompted by an article about a group of teenagers who pushed a wheelchair user to her death in front of a train a few months back bc they thought it was funny. I was at the exact station where it happened, in my wheelchair, waiting for the train.) because I’m supposed to use a mobility aid, which means murder is okay, apparently.

I don’t know any old queers either, I’m not fond of adult themed events but there was a time when I forced myself to go anyway. Just to see people who really and truly lived.

And there was no one.

I know why there wasn’t, but still.

The oldest queer person I’ve ever known was 37, and 39 when she was murdered.

I suppose I just want to hope that someone like me will be able to grow old, and be truly and completely happy.

A part of me is guilty about that, in a weird sort of way. Be the change you want to see in the world and what have you, but I quite literally can’t.

Protests rarely stay peaceful here bc of pigs (cops) and violence fueled by bigotry. I cannot move fast enough to get away.

I can’t afford to donate, I have to live with two people who are, frankly, incredibly bad for my mental health bc this province believes $500 a month covers rent (if I had to pay rent and not just utilities my third would be close to $600 with 3 people in a 2 bedroom, we could not find a cheaper place.)

I do my daily clicks for Palestine (one on each device + in incognito), I keep myself as up to date as I can handle without breaking down. (Particularly genocide is something that has been a constant in my life, Ukrainian/indigenous, somehow both the 2nd generation to be born in Canada and the 2nd generation to be born off the reserve. I physically cannot handle reading about it without making myself legitimately sick a lot of the time, I’m guilty about that too.)

My silly little pngs don’t have to worry about that. They’re only sad when I say they are, otherwise they are happy and they are loved. Loved in a way I can’t even understand, really. I don’t know what it’s like to sit on a counter and kiss my partner while I’m cooking, I don’t know what it’s like to be domestic. It feels weird and edgy to say but it’s true, I don’t know what life is like without pain and exhaustion and struggle. I have fought tooth and nail to make myself a safe space and still it does not exist outside myself. I have exactly 10.2 square meters that are truly safe, and even when I am safe I am in pain, my joints ache and dislocate and fight me when I try to move.

So I draw my silly little pngs, and hope that someone will eventually be happy like that. Because even when everyone is shitty hope is really fucking important. And I can do that, dear gods I can hope. As hard as I can I hope for change.

#should I put character tags on this?#idk man #I want to #bc I want people to see it and know that there are other people #like them/like me #but also #the wider fandom scares me #with how they treat Halsin and Wyll particularly #ik wyll isn’t a focus of this post but he could be very easily included #bc I also don’t see queer poc #I know why that is (queer spaces here are still extremely racist)#I wish I had the means to change that #anyway #cakewrites #bg3 halsin #bg3 zevlor #jaheria

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nyctophobia-au · 1 year

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How often do Auric and Grimm spend time with Vesla? And what do they usually do (in terms of what activities does Vesla like to do with Auric or Grimm) together? I mean, there’s not much to do in the way of travel since she’s, Y’know, rooted to the ground and all.

Oh, perfect, I love answering questions like this. >:3c Prepare for a long-ass answer, I'm not sorry. <3

Alright, so I've explained it a couple times before, might have been a while back so I'll briefly explain it again. Vesla isn't permanently rooted to the ground. She roots herself in her chambers (a room separate from the room she shares with Auric) for usually around a month, to soak up nutrients and such. Once she's finished, she can leave her chambers and walk (or would it be more of a slither?) around as she pleases for up to two months before she must rest again.

Starting with Grimm, he is generally very preoccupied with travelling, but every time he is in the Hallownest area, he tries to make a visit to the White Palace. His main goal is to see Auric, but considering how Auri pointedly avoids him and/or is a total douche until he leaves, Grimm often ends up hanging with Ves for a few hours. If he catches her at a time in which she's mobile, the two will sometimes walk around the Palace and chat (usually with Dryya tagging along and eyeing Grimm suspiciously the entire time). If she's rooted, he will sit with her and have a nice chat with her about this or that. The two of them mostly spend their time together talking. Vesla especially is excited to hear what Grimm has to say since he's such an avid traveller. She loves to hear about the places he's been and the people he's met. Besides just talking, the two have chilled in the Palace Hot Spring together, and Vesla has even brought Grimm to see the Queen's Gardens quite a few times (she loves them so, and wants him to see how she's cultivated them). Dryya, of course, tags along any time they go anywhere, lmao.

Auric and Vesla's activities together were (keyword: were) very similar to how she spends time with Grimm. They would talk a lot (Auric is a real talker when he's actually interested in the conversation), and she would ask Auric to tell her stories of the places he'd been as a Wyrm (despite being capable of travel, she's not very efficient at it and usually just sort of stays where she is). He would care for her when she rooted, as well, talking to her and visiting her to pour water and fertiliser into her soil. They used to also bathe together quite often, pruning and caring for one another. Most importantly to Vesla, Auric would accompany her to the Queen's Gardens once a year for the New Life Celebration at the spring equinox (to care for her during her mating cycle). They were an inseparable husband and wife team for a while after they were first wed, but as time went on, Auric started drifting away from her. He started locking himself in his meth lab Workshop and not coming out for days. He started brushing off her worries and getting aggressive with her if she pressed. He stopped bathing with her (and altogether honestly, she has to fight tooth and nail to get him into the Hot Spring). He even stopped accompanying her to her Gardens or visiting her in her chambers when she is rooted, justifying it with " 'M busy" and nothing more. Perhaps the hardest thing for her was regarding their children. Ever since they were wed, she wanted to be a mother. More than anything, she wanted to care for and nurture babies of her own. Auric refused her children (he is a huge tokophobe and also never wanted to be a father). And, well, when he finally gave in and allowed her children, he kind of chucked them into a hole. Husband of the year award, everybody. /s In current time (when the main AU fic I want to write eventually starts), he has not spoken to her or seen her in two months. Dryya has taken up all of his duties in caring for her (Dryya waters her, spends time with her, accompanies her to her Gardens during her mating cycle), and Ves has been rooted for an unnaturally long time. Essentially, their Union is on thin ice.

#answered asks #rambly answer #Auri <3 #he <3 #the pale king #Vesla #the white lady #Auri is a bad husband hours #this is way more than you asked for anon #but I'm desperate to talk about them #y'all should ask me more questions like this /thr #ask me about Auri I could go on for days #or maybe years actually #au asks #nyctophobia au

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dorishardlee · 3 months

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Batman: The Killer - Prologue

A quiet winter’s night in Gotham.

A woman walks home alone from work.

It’s a short walk.

About ten minutes from the subway to her apartment building.

She’d done the walk a thousand times.

The strap from her bag dug into her shoulder.

She thought about how in the three years since the last of the freaks were put behind bars, the city had grown almost peaceful.

She adjusts the strap and thinks about how it always feels heavier on Friday’s. Like her body knows the week is up and is exerting its last bit of fuel just to get her home.

Home. To her bed. To her cat, Blue.

She noticed her breath as the cold breeze nipped her cheeks.

Funny, she thought, Yesterday was colder.

She remembers when this entire borough was controlled by the Penguin.

Back then, she would never walk home alone after dark.

Back then, she would have never worn any kind of jewelry or valuable out in public.

But then came Captain James Gordon. Now Commissioner Gordon.

The bad guys didn’t like Gordon.

And they fought him tooth and nail for every square inch of Gotham.

But Gordon didn’t back down. Harvey Dent, the old Harvey Dent, didn’t back down either.

They stood tall against the Penguin, Falcone, Maroni, all those organized criminals.

She remembers how that war reached a bloody stalemate.

Neither side seemed to be able to get the final advantage over the other.

That’s when the fighting seemed it’s worst.

When it felt like the dark night would never end.

But that’s when Batman emerged.

She remembers, twelve years ago, when she first read “Criminals say it was a ‘terrifying bat-creature’ that attacked them.”

Then she kept hearing more and more about this ‘Bat-man.’

How he could fly, battle twenty foes at once, could shoot knives from his hands…

All this seemed too fantastic.

But, she let herself imagine.

She remembers letting herself imagine how maybe Batman wasn’t a man.

Rather, he was a creation from the forbidden nether realm of mother nature.

Like a holy warrior of dark vengeance, he made his presence known.

The bad guys didn’t like Gordon and Dent, but they feared Batman.

Her eyes find her apartment buildings entry.

Her hands instinctively reach into her pocket for her keys.

She remembers the one time she saw Batman.

He was in his ‘bat-mobile,’ trying to stop a getaway car from getting away.

She hid behind some stairs but later felt fortunate enough to witness when the top of the ‘bat-mobile’ shot open, and Batman flew out, and onto the getaway car.

It was nerve-wracking and yet thrilling to behold.

He was no creature - but a man.

A man in a suit of armor.

Gotham's armor.

She smiled at this memory. She stretched her hand out to punch in the building code.

That’s when this terrible burning pierced the back of her chest.

Her mouth opened to make some sort noise, but something, a hand perhaps, covered it before any sound could escape.

The burning sensation - the horrible pain - repeated over and over and over.

She felt her back grow wet. She could feel the heat from someone’s breath on the back of her neck.

She realized in a terrifying moment she was being attacked. Stabbed. Killed.

One more plunge of the blade, deeper than all the other’s had been, drove through her ribs, through her lung, and into her heart.

The knife was yanked from out her body and she felt herself released.

Her body crumbled to the cold cement.

She heard the hurried footsteps of her attacker abandon her to her fate.

Her vision was outlined by an impenetrable darkness.

Her muscles became loose and try as she may, she couldn’t get not a one to do what she wanted.

She stared at the pavement.

In her mind, she saw the shape of something that resembled her cat, Blue.

And then, nothing.

End Prologue.

Thanks for reading! More to come!

I've been a big Batman fan for a looooong time and wanted to add my ideas to his universe. I'm not treading new ground with my iteration, but really I'm writing this for me. It's all the things I've wanted to read in a Batman story.

I'll post, Chapter 1: Same to Same, next week!

#batman #bruce wayne #dc comics #dc batman #fanfic

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deesmenagerie · 4 months

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The 2023 'Year in Review' trends hit differently when you lived two distinct lives this year.

I usually avoid Instagram trends-- not because I have anything against them, but because I'm usually too lazy to pull together something worth putting online in a timely manner. But this year, I decided that it would be worth doing. So I took some time to go through all of my photos for 2023, and wow.

It started off innocent enough-- pictures of Lilly being ostensibly cute, and nature pictures that, at best, would give you a vague impression of what season it is in New England. But not too far into scrolling I came across photos of Chris and me at Frozen Fenway with Sam and Peter, and I was shook.

I SWEAR we went to Frozen Fenway with Sam and Peter like, a couple of years ago. NOT within this calendar year!!! It has taken me some time to reconcile the fact that yes, January 2023 feels like it was eons ago, and no, my grasp on time is... tenuous at best. And that's because 2023 has to be divided into two distinct eras-- before injury and after injury.

Before my injury, I skiied twice, visited Amherst, visited Montreal, got my wisdom teeth removed, saw a superbloom at Joshua Tree, saw a comedy show and a live podcast show, planned and executed a bachelorette party and bridal shower, visited my brother down in Florida, attended two weddings (and was a MOH at one), and had one of my artworks displayed at a local gallery in Cambridge.

Whew!

From January to July, I had a busy, exciting year, and August through December promised more of the same, with another wedding, an October visit from Shane, and another two trips booked.

Then, on August 3rd, I tore my MCL and fractured my tibia, and the entire trajectory of my life shifted. I stopped working and went on long-term disability, got surgery, and spent the remainder of the year focused on one singular goal-- recovery.

My injury was devastating. I won't sugar coat it. I said goodbye to my mobility and independence, only to fight tooth and nail to get them back. I experienced more physical pain than I ever have, and I also knocked on death's door for the first time in my life. It was a dark time, and it took a lot out of me, and I'm still on the road to recovery.

But despite this disruption, life went on, and the second half of 2023 was filled with lots of rehab walks, local adventures, time with friends, and plenty of time focusing on my extensive personal projects. All things considered, handling this injury was not the most difficult thing I've ever done (looking at you, grad school).

Heading into 2024, I feel like a phoenix rising from the ashes. In all of the photos before my injury, I see myself, but I no longer recognize myself in her. I am someone new, someone different, someone who's evolved from the destruction of my old life.

2023 had hands, but I'm a tough bitch, and she didn't break me. This year was one of major change and major growth. I learned a lot of lessons, and I'm gonna share them here.

Do your best to stay present. Fixating on the future is sure to give you anxiety, make you frustrated about where you are now, and bring a sense of dissatisfaction to your life. Stagnating in the past is sure to depress you, and make you yearn for how things used to be. But in the present, there are no problems, only situations to handle, or experiences to have. Staying in the present got me through the early days of my injury, when my mobility was completely gone. Thanks, Eckhart Tolle :)

Live every moment to its fullest. You never know when life is going to throw you a curveball (or a broken leg). Soak deeply in the good experiences, be patient with the difficult ones, and enjoy the transit time between experiences. It's all life, and you only have one of them. Live it!

Motion is lotion. It takes an alarmingly short period of time to lose your strength and range of motion, and an exhaustingly long period of time and concerted effort to get it back. Find a way to incorporate movement in your life every day. It's worth it.

Your perspective makes your reality. One of the most important things you can do to make your life better is maintain a positive perspective. Your perspective makes your reality. If you're always looking for problems, there will be plenty to find. If you see the worst in people, they'll show you their claws. But if you stay positive, look on the bright side, and stay relentlessly optimistic, life WILL be easier.

Trust your gut. You've made your decisions for a reason. Don't let others convince you out of doing what's best for you. ESPECIALLY when it comes to your health.

Never underestimate the power of a good walkie. Not only is it so good for your body, but it's so good for your brain, too. I don't need to explain this one. Go for a walk!!!

Anyways. Thanks for the memories 2023, but I'm ready to move on. Let's see what 2024 has in store!

#journal #nye #2023 reflections

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sisterlelianas · 3 years

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the way ubisoft would rather have their characters refer to the protagonist with she/her pronouns even when you play as a man JUST because they don't want to give us a single, canon female protagonist is so funny to me. misogyny is a disease, get well soon luvs!

#male havi is canon and female eivor is canon #tell me WHY they couldn't have made the ''let the animus decide" option the only option #i feel so bad for the devs bc it's like the third time they've had to fight #tooth and nail for a female protagonist but ubisoft just #keeps pushing the male protags down our throats and for what #like. i like male eivor!! but he's essentially useless!#WHEN will ubisoft pull its head out of its ass for ONCE lol #like. i was going to play the havi storyline as a woman but when #i noticed everyone was referring to me as a man then i #✨simply picked the male option✨#but no ubisoft would rather have immersion breaking moments such as #characters constantly using she/her pronouns for you if you play as male eivor #what else is new lol #carolina.txt #ignore any and all typos im on mobile ☝️🤡

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gaijinhunter · 3 years

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Monster Hunter Rise: 2nd Trailer and news blowout

Hey guys this is Gaijinhunter. I am uploading this as a text post since I caught a cold and have been unable to edit a video.

There was a huge second wave of news for Monster Hunter Rise with the reveal of the 2nd trailer the other day during the Game Awards 2020 show. Keep in mind the actual full length trailer is much longer and better than the shorter edit they showed during the show so makes sure you watch it. It showcased a second map, 2 new monsters, several returning monsters, and more. They also updated their official website with a ton of information so instead of doing a trailer reaction or breakdown, I am going to give you all the info they shared but split up by category, trying to focus only on the new stuff.

New Map

Director Ichinose hinted in an interview that one of the new maps would be nostalgic and boy he wasn't kidding. The Flooded Forest from Third Generation has been massively remade and is back in MH rise. Of course given this game’s focus is verticality, there is no underwater combat sections but they really nailed it from what I can see. One of the most iconic parts of the forest was the ruins in the backgrounds, and now you can scale up it using the wirebug. How cool is that.

With the new map we also got the reveal of 2 new monsters.

First up is the mermaid wyvern, the Somnacanth. This marks the much hyped return of the leviathan class of monsters which were missing in world and iceborne. This Monster looks so wild. It has a special breath that will put you to sleep, is super aggressive, and has this crazy taiko drum like chest in which it will grab oysters and other things and bust them against it to break them open and buff itself. The Japanese name is quite a mouthful and is called Isonemikuni. This is the monster that Ichinose teased with his cute drawing on twitter.

Next up is the tengu beast, Bishaten. This monster is really unique, it looks like a mix of a monkey, bat, and bird. It has a huge and powerful tail it uses for massive mobility and it will chuck various fruits at you as well. One of the most iconic fruits it throws are persimmons, which are very Japanese and if you haven’t had them before, they are kind of an acquired taste. It’s Japanese name is Bishutendo.

For returning monsters we have a few. First is our favorite sponge, the Royal Ludroth. This is a fan favorite and a great early to mid game monster. It has one of the best move sets in my opinion, very telegraphed but it can still catch you off guard even if you are super used to it. Strategically figuring gout where to stand in order to cut off its tail or break the sponge has always been really fun and intersting so I’m delighted to see this monster return, also look at that texture of the sponge!

Then we got the return of the Great Wroggi, the anti-poison skill tutorial monster. This thing really messed me up back in MH3G until I spent the time to get the materials to craft anti-posion decorations and even then, like the Great Izuchi, it fights really well with its sidekick small wroggis and I cant wait to see the improved cooperative AI that they are making for the Great Izuchi applied to this monster as well. It’s armor also spots a really cool Crocodile Dundee hat and look in the trailer and you can see the palico armor as well. So cool.

Finally, we got a small scene that appears to show a snow map and a group of baggi getting hit by a Khezu lightening shot. Does this mean the Great Baggi will return? Not sure. But that scream 100% is a Khezu, and I cannot wait to see how it looks with higher resolution texturing, I bet it will be creepy as heck. So while not technically confirmed, I’d say it’s safe to say Khezu is returning in some form. The balance of all these monsters is so great, I love the selection so far.

As far as other returning monsters that might return, I think we all expect nargacuga and zinogre. These are flagship monsters from games directed by Ichinose and he even tweeted his palamute and palico both named after these two monsters. Especially given the Japanese aesthetic, I think it’s pretty much guaranteed they are returning. Then I think mizutsune is also highly likely given its Japanese design, the fox theme, the kimono armor. Plus the model for it doesn't look that far off from the new Somnacanth. Anyway I have super hyped.

Interaction with animals and endemic life

One of the huge features of Monster Hunter Rise is the focus on wild life and animals to buff your hunter or be used as tools during a hunt.

There are 4 major types of Endemic Life: Temp Buffer, Permabuffer, Hunting Helper, and environmental.

For Permabuffer, we got a new render of the Spiribirds, which will buff your hunter if you move near one, and the effects depend on the color of the pollen it is carrying. Green increases your max Health, Orange increases your defense, red increases your attack power, and yellow increases your max stamina. There is even a special rainbow colored one, which I assume will buff all 4.

Via their website, Capcom announced a new item called the Petalace, a bracelet made of a plant called a Sending Sprig that each hunter has equipped. This is what collects the pollen from the birds and buffs your hunter. There is a variety of Petalaces in the game and some may increase the amount in which an attack boost is applied from a single Spiribird, raise the max value that health can be boosted, and more. Here in the screen shot we can see the caps for each and the amount gained for each buff. Just a quick note but this is not going to be replacing charms as we know that they are giving away a talisman for pre-order.

For Temp Buffer creatures, they revealed the name of the Clothfly, a butterfly that will temporarily increase your defense once you interact with it and cause it to generate a cloud of dust. In previous videos we have seen Peepers that reduce stamina usage, birds that raise your base stats, and a dragonfly that boosts your affinity and I had calculated it out to being applied for 90 seconds but we’ll have to wait for hte final game to see if that depends on the effect or if they change it, but it sounds about right.

For Hunting Helper creatures, we got an adorable new render of the Stinkmink. You can carry up to 5 Hunting Helpers and use them like items. The Stinkmink can be used to cover yourself in a special pheromone that will attract large monsters to you, even allowing you to lure one monster toward another to cause a turf war. I personally can think of other applications like luring a monster toward a trap and stuff like that.

And for environmental endemic life, they didn't show it in the trailer but there are also wildlife that can be used like environmental traps. For example, use raw meat and the giganha fish will go crazy, damaging anything nearby be it a hunter or monster. I can’t wait to see someone hunt a Great Wroggi using only raw meat. I love that we finally will have more use for this item.

NPCs

In the new trailer we got to hear several of the NPC villagers talking and on the website they go into a lot more details. They have quite the star-studded cast in Japanese and the English voice actors are also very interesting picks. This really marks the first time in Monster Hunter that the main cast of villagers will all be called by name and speak, which I think adds a lot of personality to the game.

First we have Fugen the village elder of Kamura and skilled long sword user.

Then we have Hinoa the Quest Maiden, a cheerful and optimistic girl who serves as the quest giver in the village while her twin sister runs the gathering hub. While not announced in any other language, the French and Italian language sites for the game list her sister’s name as Minoto. Hinoa’s name is Hinoe in Japnaese and for the rest of the cast their names are identical between the two languages.

One thing I am excited for is that they said that one of the ways they will help communicate the uniqueness of Kamura is through songs and they shared a sample of one of them in the full trailer. This one is sung by Izumi Kato. If you remember back in Monster Hunter 4 Ultimate they featured songs by the wyverian Diva, and I am so happy they decided to do songs again, they add so much richness to the world and are just lovely to listen to.

Next up is Yomogi, our village chef. In this game you will eat meals at her Tea Shop, where her speciality is the Bunny Dango she makes along with the help of some palicoes. I love that we’ve seen her in past videos with a heavy bowgun, so the idea that all the villagers are active participants in the story is great.

Then we have Hamon the blacksmith. He used to hunt alongside Fugen back in the day but now creates weapons for the hunters of the village. His grandson also appears in the game and is a kind-hearted youth that loves your hunting companions.

Next is Kagero the merchant. Despite his mysterious appearance he is actually very warm and kind. If there is a sale going on, not only can you buy most items for half off, but you can also participate in a lottery where you spin a wheel and it dispenses a colored ball. Get a rare color ball to win a rare prize. You can do it once per sale, but you can also scan an amiibo to spin two more times, but only once per day per amiibo you own.

Finally we have Komitsu the sweet-tooth, she sells candy apples in town. What these do is still not yet revealed.

Companions

We got an adorable render for the Cohoot, the pet owl that shows the positions of monsters on your map. You can interact with it in the town and even dress them up in fancy outfits.

Kamura Village

We got gameplay showing that the entire village is open to the 4 person multiplayer session and you can even ride around on your palamute and use your wirebug while in the village to zip around and have fun. There is still a gathering hall but the ability to see each other in the village as well as jump around and really explore it is a lovely change they are making.

Story wise we got more info about the Rampage, both a story mechanic and new quest type. For some reason the monsters will sometimes gang up and attack the village all at once and no one knows why. They call this a Rampage. There was a really bad rampage 50 years ago that nearly destroyed the village and in response the town has created a Stronghold to stop further invasions. This looks like a new quest type with multiple monsters all at once, and a slew of different artillery options at your disposal. I could see this as being a really fun type of quest to do online with other players.

And of course the most exciting news was that there will be a demo in January with more details to come later. That is far earlier than I expected and I now have to finish up my back catalogue of games in like the next month.

And that about wraps it up. Cpacom said that they will be sharing weapon preview videos for all 14 types very soon and if they do the way they used to do it, we’ll get one new video a day for 2 weeks. I hope you enjoyed this recap of the news and please let me know down in comments what you thought about the second trailer. And until next time, happy hunting.

#MHRise

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unrestedjade · 3 years

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Baseless Ferengi headcanons no one asked for and that get increasingly queer-navel-gazing and self indulgent because the horrible space goblins have consumed my brain:

- Mobile ears, because if hearing is so well developed and important to them they should be able to aim those big stupid radar dishes. Also because then they can emote with them and that's cute. THE AESTHETIC IS PARAMOUNT.

- Since they canonically sharpen their teeth with chew sticks and sharpeners, their teeth must grow continuously. So I submit: subcultures that let certain teeth grow out as a fashion/political statement. Ferengi punks and anarchists with 5" tusks. Ferengi with all their teeth filed flat (mom and dad HATE it).

- Corollary to the above, most of their teeth are crooked. At the least, they don't share our fetish for straight teeth. What if their teeth are deciduous, and there's no point in trying to force them into perfect alignment, since they'll just fall out and get replaced? So like, sharks but their teeth can also grow longer with no limit. WHAT HAST EVOLUTION WROUGHT ON FERENGINAR :V

- Parents nagging their kids to sharpen their teeth "or they'll grow up into your brain and you'll die :)"

- Personal space? Don't know her.

Okay I need a cut because there's too many now. WHOLE SOCIETY OF GAY HOMOPHOBIC UNCLES AND AUNTS GO I HAVE A PROBLEM

- I can't remember who on here put forth the idea of them having retractable claws but Yes. :3

- Pushing back against the worst canon episode a bit but: relative ear size being the only obvious sexually dimorphic trait, and even that having enough of a gray area that the only way to be 100% sure you're talking to a male or female Ferengi is if you do a blood test. Unless they're intersex! *shrug emoji*

- This is why they're so fanatical about gender conformity and their Victorian "separate spheres" attitude to men and women's roles. Capitalist patriarchy is fragile! And as artificial to Ferengi as it ever was to Humans! (self-indulgenceeeee about gender shiiiiit)

- You know how with domesticated rabbits, the rabbit getting groomed and paid attention to is the boss? Yeah. Go ahead and paint your bestie's nails, just don't be surprised if she cops a little bit of an attitude with you from then on.

- Their fight/flight/freeze/fawn instincts skew heavily toward the last three, and what a lot of other species read as annoying sucking up is the Ferengi in question feeling anxious and unsafe. Especially if they don't feel integrated into the group. Even being at the bottom of the pecking order is better than not being in the flock at all.

- If they DO opt for fight, it's ugly and typically their last resort. Bites or scratches will get infected without intervention-- microbes that their immune system can handle could cause big trouble for aliens. You might wanna check for full or partial teeth that break off and get lodged in the wound, too.

- Too many of these are tooth related but I don't care. :B More teeth stuff: you know what else has teeth that grow constantly? Puffer fish. Likewise, Ferengi can chew up mollusk shells as easy as potato chips, and they need the minerals for their teeth. (Imagine grandpa Sisko offering Nog a crayfish for the first time and watching as he just...pops the whole damn thing in his mouth and crunches away...)

- Their staple foods seem to be grubs and other arthropods, high in protein and fat. I've unilaterally decided their cuisine also involves a lot of edible fungi, ferns, plant shoots and seeds. Gotta get those vitamins. Overall flavor profile leaning toward umami, vegetal, and fresh herbs, and pretty mild (or "delicate" if you wanna be snooty about it, which a Ferengi probably would let's be real).

- Not much sugary food. I'm basing this solely on Quark's aversion to root beer as "cloying". Which could definitely just be his personal preference, but most of the people I hear hating on root beer cite the actual sassafras/sarsaparilla flavor (saying it tastes like medicine) not the sweetness. Nog might be the weirdo outlier for being able to enjoy it.

- Their home planet isn't bright and sunny, so their eyes are better at discerning shades of gray in low light conditions, with relatively weak color vision. Which could explain why they dress Like That.

- Conversely, human music has a reputation for stinking on ice because a lot of it is juuuuust lightly dissonant or out of tune because we can't pick up flaws that small. Ferengi can, and it drives them up the *wall*.

- Music? So many different kinds. Traditionally, maybe lots of percussion and winds, and water as a common component of many instruments to alter pitch or tone. Polyphony out the ass. Some of the modern stuff is an impenetrable wall of sound if you're not a species with a lot of brain real estate devoted to processing sounds. Pick out one melody to follow at a time.

- Yes, back to teeth again I'm sorry. It's a sickness. At some point in their history, pre-chewing food was just something you did for your baby or great grandma as a matter of necessity. Possibly your baby gets an important boost to their immune system and gut biome from your spit. At some point takes on a more formal intimacy aspect and gradually drifted from something all adults and older kids do to something only women do. Your husband and older kids have perfectly functional teeth, but you love them, right? =_= (Think old memes about husbands being useless in the kitchen if little wifey isn't there to cook, but even more ridiculous. Ishka was right about everything but especially this. Thank you for making your family chew their own food, Ishka. Not all heroes wear capes. Or anything!)

- How did they get started on the whole men: clothed vs women: unclothed nonsense? My equally stupid idea: men just get cold easier. Those huge ears dissipate a ton of body heat. Cue Ferengi cliches like "jeez, we could be standing on the surface of the sun and my husband would put on another layer." At some point, again, this got codified and pushed to ridiculous extremes in the name of controlling women and keeping everyone in their assigned box, to the point that women just have to shiver if they really are too cold and men have to pass out from heat stroke if the alternative is going shirtless, because That Would Be Inappropriate.

- Marriages default to five years, but they're also the only avenue for women to have their own household or any stability. Plus their religion places no emphasis on purity save for pure adherence to the free market and the RoA. So, curveball to the rest of their patriarchal bullshit: female virginity isn't a concern in the least. Bring it up and they'll rightly side-eye you.

- Family law is absolutely bonkers and lawyers that specialize in it make BANK. I feel like custody would default to the father usually but oh wait, the maternal grandfather has a legal stake in this, too, and your next father-in-law is asking HOW many kids are you dragging into my daughter's house, etc etc. Growing up with a full sibling is way rarer than growing up with half or stepsiblings, since it usually takes both men and women two or three tries to find someone they vibe with. (Not love, unless you're super cringe.)

- A misogynistic society is a homophobic society. Imo those flavors of shittiness just come in pairs. Homosexual behaviors are fine within certain parameters (aka "always have sex with the boss") but not on your own terms. To add spice, bisexuality is their most common mode (because I'm bi and these are my hcs for my fics I'm not writing, so there), but capitalism demands fresh grist for the mill so you better get het-married and pop out some kids you lowly peons. You have a choice so make the proper one. :)

- Corollary to the above, that doesn't keep all kinds of illicit "we're just friends with quid-pro-quo benefits for realsies" affairs of every stripe and every gender from going on everywhere. Many Ferengi have a lightbulb moment somewhere in early adulthood when they figure out their dad's business partner or the "auntie" who visited their mom every month had a little more going on.

- Plus there's way more gender non-conformity and varying degrees of trans-ing than the powers that be have a handle on. Pel isn't unique, even if most would have to somehow make it out into space to be able to thrive.

Damn a lot of these are just my personal bugbears plus THE GILDED AGE BUT WITH HAIRLESS SPACE RODENTS ain't they

- Women can't earn profit, okay. But lending or "lending" things to each other isn't commerce, riiiiiiight? To be assigned female is to master navigating a vast, dizzying barter/gift economy. Smart boys and men leverage this, too, and there are splinter sects that view this as the purest expression of the Great Material Continuum.

- Of course plenty of women make profit anyway, and just do their bast to dodge the FCA. The tough thing about insisting on using latinum as currency is that cash can be so hard to track, you know?

- Because of the RoA, guys are discouraged from doing favors or giving gifts without setting clear expectation of getting some return on investment. This can twist into an expression of friendship (and of course women do it too), and the ledger will keep cycling between debit and credit among friends for decades. A common mistake aliens make is to tell them recompense isn't needed without explaining why, or return their favor or present with something that zeroes out the debt. The Ferengi will assume you want to break off the friendship. (I cribbed this from dim memories of an African studies course I took in 2007 and whose textbook I know I still have but I can't frigging find it...)

- Flirting, they do a lot of it for a lot of reasons. Roddenberry made it clear that they're just straight up pretty horny, but there's no reason it can't pull double duty for building alliances with other people, smoothing over feuds or disagreements, or cementing friendships. Ferengi who are ace and/or sex-repulsed are possibly viewed similar to the way we'd view someone who's "not a hugger/not big on touching" and if they flirt just don't get offended if it doesn't go any further; aro Ferengi don't garner much comment aside from an occasional "wow how badass, never falling in love with anyone."

- where to even start on making sense of the Blessed Exchequer??? Like seriously, what is this literal prosperity gospel insanity, I need to force myself to re-read Rand and like, some Milton Friedman for this shit. Help.

- fuck I'm probably going to actually do that, RIP me...

#ds9 #star trek #meta #ferengi #i love them Too Much help #reliving my brief libertarian phase from high school from the opposite direction #my heart wants to make them simultaneously as queer and as repressed as possible #i didn't even make it to the goddamned blessed exchequer my head is too full #i will find beauty in this vulgarity if it kills me #this is too long #why did i spend my time this way

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digital-roots · 2 years

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Very Long Addisons Headcanons Post (read the one for species wise here)

Tang O. Addison

- she/they

- advertises normal fashion stuff but also sites that are abt diy projects

- generally a really nice person

- ...to other addisons. to customers, they are a menace that will unapologetically scam you

- likes dressing very formal

- has a nice collection of tiny hats (not for sale)

- loves animals, has tried to own a poppup once but it ran away

- met Spamton and introduced him to the others

- mediates when the others fight

- desperately tries to bring the group together for nights at the cyber grill like old times

Taffy P. Addison

- he/they

- specializes in products made for couples and dating sites

- gives the others nicknames

- all of them overwork but Taffy does to an extreme extent

- very opportunistic

- true weakness is sweets

- is missing a tooth due to tripping over spamton once

- is never seen with his hair down

- Got a box of mysterious rings after a secret trip to a shady part of the city

- will ignore any talk abt spamton and/or will just spitefully say how he deserved his downfall (doesn't actually mean it but like. better that than actually confront the fact you abandoned your best friend lmao)

Watt Y. Addison

- xe/xem

- advertises with those weird videos for mobile games

- most energetic of the four

- loves kids

- only one not so keen on scams

- kinda strong, can carry the others without sweat

- is about 2 inches short Tang and Taffy so naturally the two joke abt xem being small as fuck

- probably drinks the darkner equivalent of monster energy

- wears "sick" shades when not working

- moved to a different part of cyber city after spamton was evicted

- really sweet outside of work

- overall just a thembo

Char B. Addison

- he/she

- mainly uses free trials and samples of sorts to hook in customers

- usually a "go with the flow" kinda person

- lowkey a lil emo

- not someone you would want to make mad

- physically very weak but magic attacks are very strong

- semi popular due to his sweet and carefree attitude. obvs takes advantage of this

- reliable kind of person

- most responsible out of the four (but thats a low bar)

- tried finding more info abt what happened to Spamton and even tried to break in the mansion once before eventually giving up

- oh god i just realized i made her sans undertale but tall

Bonus Spamton G Spamton

- he/it and pan

- the g stands for garage mix (thats a color)

- always had the speech tics it had ingame, but used to be more controllable

- older than the addisons

- was short even before getting dumped in acid

- his legs are literal nubs because of that

- scrounges from the trash, especially for food, hair products, etc. The first one is self explanatory but the latter is because he still cares a lot about appearances

- very much Hates itself (but tbf thats canon)

- has chipped black nails

- stole the thorn ring from Taffy a while back before he became famous

- can speak in wingdings (recently found a loophole where his censoring does not detect swears in wingdings. unfortunately does not like talking in it as it obvs brings up bad memories.)

Notes

- From least bastard to most: Watt>Char>Tang>Taffy>Spamton

- All of them are still coping terribly at Spamtons dissapearance

- Yes they are all trans

- In snowgrave, Char was the only one that escaped. Tang and Watt are stuck after the fountain was closed, and we all know what happened to Taffy :)

- On a more wholesome note, if Spamton actually did come back to them, while it would be very difficult to mend together, eventually their relationship would be good again :)

#deltarune #spamton #blue addison #pink addison #yellow addison #orange addison #deltarune addisons #a-maize-ing post #long post

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auroralightsthesky · 2 years

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Remember me (Sledge x Reader)

Summary: You, Sledge and your adopted daughter decide to take a detour after exploring your new home

Gene had always liked Hawaii and so had you. The tropical breezes, the friendly people and locals who treated you two like their own family was a much needed change in your lives, especially since Keiko was starting to grow and was now at the age where she would get into everything and anything.

You two had been walking in the bright, hot afternoon sun, Gene in his dress uniform and you in your best hat and sundress for church. Your heels clicked on the burning sidewalk as you and Gene each held one of Keiko’s hands, her pitch black hair tied neatly behind her head, her little brown sandals slapping against the ground while the sleeves of her little pink kimono fell past her elbows.

“I don’t know about you,” you said. “But I’m about ready to go straight home and crawl back into bed.”

“Same,” Gene replied. “If I had known Mass would go for an hour and half, I wouldn’t have woken either of ya’ll up.”

“Well I feel bad for Father Napua,” you chuckled. “He was practically sweating through his robes.”

Along you went through the streets close by to the base where Marines and Navymen strolled with their wives and girlfriends, friends or commanding officers. Cars rolled along the roads, occasionally honking at one another while civilians hastily crossed the streets to avoid the threat of oncoming traffic.

As you both walked on you noticed a group of Navymen and three Marines near the base hospital where you worked, unfolding the flag with great care as they prepared for the raising. “Ah shit,” Gene said.

“What is it?” you asked.

“I forgot,” he said. “It’s been seven years to the day.”

“Has it been that long?” you asked.

Gene nodded.

December 7th.......a day which Roosevelt had said would live in infamy. You remembered that day like it was yesterday and the terror you had felt as you and the other nurses fought to save lives and yourselves. You remembered the letter you had gotten from Gene some time later, the panic in his words as you read every last mark on the paper. You feared for your friends and family that day, especially Irene Inouye who had to fight tooth and nail to remain a nurse while the rest of her family was interred in Crystal City and her husband Patrick remained with the 1st. As dreadful as the memories were, you, Sledge and the others had carried on until the end of the war, doing your best until it was done.

You and Gene watched the men raise the flag, hoisting it higher and higher until the bugler had begun to play TAPS. Keiko had loosened her hands from your grip, making her way towards the pole where she looked up at the flag and saluted. Though you and Gene thought she was absolutely adorable, you both prayed she wouldn’t interrupt.

“Honey come on back,” you called to her.

“No, no she’s ok,” chuckled one of the Navymen, a tall African American man who had Gene beat by almost a whole head in height. “Alot of times we get kids that do that.”

“Thanks,” Gene said. “You’re Navy?”

“Through and through,” the man said as he and Gene shook hands. “Where you from? Ya’ll sound like a Southern boy.”

“Mobile, Alabama,” Gene said with a slight smile.

“You’re a Mobile boy too?” the man aid with a huge grin. “Ya’ll must be Dr. Sledge’s son! My daddy and my Momma used to work with him.”

“Theo?!” Sledge exclaimed. “Theo McKnight! You and I grew up together! Now I remember ya’ll!”

Sledge and Theo embraced and shared a good laugh over the matter. Though it had been years, they were still happy as ever to see each other. “This lovely lady must be the wife and the lil’ one your baby girl?” he asked.

“Yep,” Sledge replied. “(Y/n) and I got married about a month after Keiko was adopted.”

“China?” Theo asked.

“Nah,” Sledge said, a hint of sadness creeping its way in. “Okinawa.”

“Ah man,” Theo said, shaking his head. “I feel you Gene. I was at Leyte and heard all sorts of stories about what went on there.”

“Oh!” Gene said. “I meant to ask, is Julius around at all? If he was I was hoping to say hi.”

A bittersweet look crossed Theo’s face when he shook his head. “Nah,” he replied. “My brother was on board the Arizona when it got hit.”

Gene felt himself sinking. He remembered Theo’s older brother Julius, the three of them having been homeschooled together while Athena McKnight had worked a nursing job and George had worked with Gene’s father. “Did he say anything to ya’ll before he left?” Gene asked, trying to bite back the sadness.

“He said ‘remember me’,” Theo replied. “That’s all he said.”

Gene still couldn’t believe it. You gripped his hand in yours and gave it a reassuring squeeze, knowing how the war still crept in to pull at him every so often.

You two invited Theo to come and walk for a while when he was let go from his morning duties. You, Gene, Keiko and Theo all walked your way towards the water, catching up on whatever it was you had missed, shooting the shit back and forth when you suddenly noticed Keiko darting for the flower bed in front of one of the buildings.

“Woah! Woah! Honey what are you doing?” you questioned.

Keiko babbled something that you couldn’t understand, her tiny feet carrying her towards the water’s edge as she gripped a handful of tiny white flowers. “Baby who are those for?” you asked.

“Uncle Theo’s big brother,” Keiko chirped.

Gene knelt to her level as she dropped them in one by one, making sure that she herself didn’t fall in. Keiko waved and said goodbye as they floated away on the turquoise current. Gene gave a final salute to his old friend, praying that wherever he was, that he wouldn’t be forgotten.

#the pacific hbo #eugene sledge #sledge x reader #original child character #original characters #hbo war #hbo war imagine #k company

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eastertag · 3 years

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Role Model

@fallenfurther gift for @willow-salix

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Gordon was standing at the door of John’s room, peering in with a smirk on his face. Alarms bells went off in Alan’s head as he headed over to investigate. Peeking over his brother’s shoulder, his eyes fell on the subject of Gordon’s curiosity. Knelt on the floor, in a sea of beauty products, was their nephew with Selene’s hand mirror lying before him. The child was staring into it with a purple pencil gripped in his hand. He glanced up at them and waved happily.

“Alan!”

Alan’s mouth dropped.

“It gets better every time he looks up.”

Gordon grinned while fighting to suppress his laughter, which might distract their nephew from his work. The boy turned back to his reflection, before dropping the pencil and picking up three more. Selene was not going to be happy if she saw this mess.

“Should we do something?”

“You mean beside laugh?”

“Selene’s going to be mad.”

Gordon strode boldly into the room and slipped his phone from his pocket. Crouching, he lowered the phone to the child’s level. Their nephew, seeing the camera, leant back and posed. He had a big proud smile that Gordon eagerly captured from various angles. He flicked through them quickly to confirm they were in focus, knowing he would show them to his nephew when he was older, before tapping on the messenger app and pulling up his chat with Selene.

Gordon: You might want to check your room sometime soon.

“She’ll be mad, alright,” Gordon confirmed with a smile, “but not with us. Scott has a LOT of grovelling to do.”

Alan just stared as Gordon casually retreated, leaving their nephew to continue. Hurried footsteps sounded behind them caused Alan to turn. Worry plastered his eldest brother’s face and Alan felt sorry for the man.

“Have you seen-”

Gordon strode out of John’s room, interrupting Scott and throwing his thumb over his shoulder.

“He’s in there.”

Scott rushed into the room only to halt at the sight of his son. The fear that had filled him when he’d first noticed his son missing was replaced with complete shock.

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes,” Gordon jeered from the door, not wanting to miss a second.

Scott would have glared at Gordon if he was able to tear his eyes away from his son. Kneeling down by the dresser, which the boy had somehow managed to climb, he reached forward and gently turned the child’s head to get a better look.

“Daddy!”

“What have you done?”

“I like Selene.”

The innocence of the response made Scott close his eyes and take a breath. He adored his son but sometimes it was hard. The child was a mess. It appeared he’d tried to replicate Selene getting all glammed up for a date, only without any of the skill needed to do so. What Scott suspected was mascara had been brushed through his eyebrows and across half his forehead. Red lipstick, which currently lay crushed on the floor, was plastered around his mouth, with a red streak on his front tooth. To top it all off, there were thick blue and purple smudges on his cheeks with large purple whiskers cutting across his face under his eyes. Then there was the mess on the floor. The child had managed to get hold of Selene’s makeup bag and up end it. Half the stuff had been opened, from three lipsticks, one destroyed and two with small fingerprints on, multiple pencils were scattered about, their colourful leads probably shattered inside. Palettes of powders were scattered, the colours blended with nail scratches in them. Those same powders dusted the floor, along with various other colourful streaks, made by the grubby fumbling fingers. There were very few items that had survived unscathed from the toddler’s eager hands. Scott didn’t know where to start. There was no way he could hide this from Selene, but maybe he could at least salvage something and clean up the floor before she found out. A cough from the door made him turn. He swallowed. The witch was standing at the door between his two brothers, hands on her hips.

“I can explain.”

Her eyebrow rose. Scott stood, ready to try and salvage the situation with a dimpled smile and some pleading, when his bottom knocked the dresser. Even his speedy reflexes were no match against gravity. One of the perfume bottles toppled, having been knocked to the edge by his son, and shattered against the floor filling the room with its floral scent.

“Uh oh,” chimed his son as Scott put his head in his hands, his heart beating fast at the thought of creating not just a mess but a hazard for his boy. He sighed, turning his blue eyes on the witch.

“I’m so sorry, Selene.”

Eyes on the floor, Scott quickly used his shoe to drag all the pieces of glass towards him and out of reach of his son. Glancing at the dresser, he moved a second perfume bottle away from the edge before crouching down and collecting up the shards in his hand. Footsteps walked around them, before returning with a sigh. A small binbag was held open before him and Scott carefully dropped the glass in before taking it so he could drop the smaller pieces in as he went. The whole time he’d had half an eye on his boy, who had paused with the change of atmosphere in the room. The perfume pooled on the wooden floor had become a new target of interest and his hand went straight into it. With glass in his own hands, Scott was powerless to stop it. Arms scooped up the child. Scott turned to see Selene balancing the boy on her hip and taking in the child’s face.

“I like you Selene.”

A smile crossed Selene’s lips. “I like you too.”

“I think he means ‘I look like you’.”

John stepped into the room, having assessed the scene from the doorway. He ignored the glare his wife sent his way. Glancing down at his brother’s guilty face confirmed it really had been just an accident. Though the presence of his youngest two brothers, and the smirk on Gordon’s face, suggested they hadn’t done anything to stop, or help, the matter. John slipped into the en-suite and grabbed a fresh roll of toilet paper and the makeup wipes. He passed the wipes to Selene, who took them and fell back onto the bed with the child. Expertly slipping a wipe out one-handedly, she started attacking the boy’s hands to stop him spreading the mess further. Ripping the roll open, John spiralled a load around his hand, before tearing it off and dropping it onto the pool of perfume. As much as it would evaporate away, he’d rather help it along, the smell already filling the room. Scott wiped up the boards with the tissue, throwing the sodden lumps on top of the glass when finished.

With the floor dry and clear of glass, John watched his brother tie the bag and dump it in the bin. John made a mental note to discard it immediately. A grunt from the bed had John turn around. Selene was now wiping their nephew’s face, who was very upset about it. John’s heart softened at his pleading, even though the child was the cause of all this, it was hard to be mad at him. Instead, John turned to the toddler’s father. He made the most of the extra few inches he had on his brother with a downwards stare. He held out his hand to the man.

“Phone.”

Scott sighed, slipping his mobile out of his pocket and placing it in his brother’s palm. Right now, he had to do everything to avoid John freezing all his accounts in revenge. His mobile was passed to Selene.

“I believe you know the access code for this. Order everything you need. Replacements for all that has been damaged as well as anything that takes your fancy, Scott owes you.”

Scott scooped up his son as Selene tapped the screen and immediately got to work.

“Come on, mister. Let’s finish cleaning you up. Order more wipes and remover, Selene. I’m going to need plenty to get all this muck off.”

“Already done.”

The witch didn’t even glance up. Carrying his son into his brother’s bathroom, he perused the various bottles on the side. He selected a bottle that appeared promising before plonking his son on the toilet seat. Selene had gotten the worst off, though there were still some faint whiskers from where the liner had been applied extra thick. Popping the lid off the bottle, Scott squeezed the cream onto a cotton pad and rubbed it against his son’s face. Hands pushed against his arms as distressed cries of ‘no’ filled the small room, the child really not happy that his hard work was being erased. Rubbing the pad along the black lines of mascara, it thankfully began to fade. The pad became darker with each wipe, and Scott relaxed slightly as he carefully scrubbed his toddler’s skin. After a few minutes he sat back and surveyed his son. The child was pouting but appeared clean. Rummaging in a drawer, Scott retrieved a clean flannel and dampened it with soapy water. One last wash for good measure and Scott was satisfied. He rung out the cloth, stepped out the bathroom and lobbed it into the laundry basket. Scott ignored John’s eyeroll, though the scattered makeup had been picked up and floor cleaned in Scott’s absence. He was going to be John’s least favourite brother for a while. Turning back to his son, who was just as grumpy as his uncle, Scott wanted to start the day again. Retrieving his son, he hoped the strop would be short-lived.

“Okay sweetie. Next time you want to look like Aunt Selene, you have to come and ask me, okay?”

The toddler nodded, excitement sparkling in his blue eyes. He was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, clutching a bag containing the ruined makeup. Selene turned to her best friend, who was perched on the table before her.

“We shall start with nails. Scott, I want my toes painted purple.”

Stretching out her leg, she unceremoniously plonked her foot in his lap. Selene watched the commander of International Rescue route around in her box of polish for all the shades of purple, before presenting them to her. She pondered for a moment.

“The deep purple with glitter.”

Scott put the rest back before shaking up the selected bottle. The polish had been a gift from a friend. The deep indigo paint contained a conservative amount of glitter, so it appeared like stars on her nails. It reminded her of a night sky. After unscrewing the cap, he placed his fingers around her ankle and carefully started to brush along her nails. His face was a picture of concentration. Happy he was going to do his best, Selene turned to her nephew. She held up the small selection of child safe nail polish John had ordered the previous month, after seeing the boy’s interest in hers. Gods, her man was amazing. Her nephew’s eyes widened as he reached out to touch the colourful bottles. His eyes flicked back to his father.

“Which colour do you want on your toes?”

“Like Selene.”

“You want purple too?”

He nodded, his eyes smiling up into hers. Selene singled out the lilac one in her hands and presented it to the boy.

“How about this purple?”

The child paused, a thoughtful expression on his face. He could see it wasn’t the same one she was having applied. Flicking between the two colours, he finally agreed with a nod.

“Perfect. Now, I’m going to need you to hold very still now. Your toes are small.”

She grabbed his ankles and pulled his feet onto her lap, forcing him to lie back in the process. He giggled as his head landed in John’s lap. Slipping off his shoes and socks, Selene could hold his foot in one hand. His nails were tiny, but she was skilled. After a quick shake of the bottle, she offered her other foot to Scott, before getting to work on her nephew. With a steady hand, she gave each nail a coat of colour.

“Keep your feet still while they dry, and I’ll do a rainbow on your fingers.”

With the boy’s feet held in her lap, she made the most of the colours that came in the set. His thumbs were painted red, then his fingers were orange, yellow, green and finally blue. The only colour that hadn’t been used was pink.

“How about we paint your Daddy’s nails with this one?”

Her nephew turned to Scott, uncertain glee in his eyes. A nod from Scott had the child giving her a dimpled grin. The man had no choice and offered his hands out in sacrifice. A quick check of the child’s nails confirmed they were dry. Slipping her nephew onto her lap and cuddling him close, she offered him the bottle.

“How about we do it together?”

“Please don’t,” groaned Scott, “if I have to have pink nails, at least make sure they are neat.”

“You don’t have a say in this,” John stated, not even glancing up from his tablet. Scott’s death stare bounced straight off her man.

Selene passed the brush to her nephew and encased his hand in hers. She guided it towards his father’s thumb. Chuckles bubbled out the child as they stroked the pink polish over the nail. It wasn’t easy, Selene had to push against her nephew at times, but it was fun. The uneven edges and accidental coating of the skin around the nail made it all the better. Once finished, Scott scrutinised his fingertips while slipping off his shoes.

“You might as well do my feet too.”

A socked foot landed in their lap. Her nephew screwed up his face.

“Ew. Smelly.”

Selene threw her head back, laughing at the betrayal as John sniggered beside them.

“Traitor.”

Her nephew stuck his tongue out at his father as he yanked off the sock. Scott’s feet didn’t actually smell that bad, and it wasn’t long until he had a complete set of badly painted toes. Giving the child a squeeze, she shifted him round to face her.

“Ready to look like me?”

“Just what we need, a mini-Selene.”

Selene shot her husband a glare, only to be softened by the affection held in those stunning emerald eyes. Damn. Dragging her eyes back to her nephew, she unzipped the bag of damaged makeup and retrieved an eyeshadow palette. John had done a marvellous job of cleaning them up and salvaging what he could. Within the slim case was an array of purple shades, with black and silver to the side. There were large gouges in the silver and darkest purple where little nails had gotten in. Selecting a light purple, she started dolling up the boy. He fidgeted, eyes screwing up each time she brushed his eyelids, but she managed to give them a reasonably even coat. A second palette contained shades of red, which she used as a blush on his cheeks. There was no way she was going to be able to line his eyes, so used the black eyeliner pencil to shape his eyebrows instead. Finally, she retrieved the bright red lipstick that was now half the length it had been that morning. A few gentle strokes against his soft lips and he was complete.

“Perfect!”

Reaching over, Selene stole John’s tablet and brought up the camera app. Her nephew smiled; his dimples enhanced by his rosy cheeks. She snapped a few photos before passing it back.

“Same colour again on your hands?”

“If you please, Scott.”

Selene held out her hands as her nephew crawled off her and over to John, who scooped him up into his own lap. Fingers prodded the tablet and whatever John had been doing was put to the side, as sound of a game came from the device. The kiss John planted into his nephew’s hair as he watched what the child was doing proved he didn’t mind the disruption. Selene knew how much the child meant to John, as well as every other Tracy on the Island.

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds 2004 #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds 1965 #Virgil Tracy #Scott Tracy #alan tracy #Gordon Tracy #John Tracy #easterTAG #submission

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Look I don’t know about you but I don’t think I’m emotionally ready to see tough love Johnny taking care of Miguel because let’s face it when it comes to Miguel Johnny tends to turn into a big pile of mush. Like seriously all that kid has to do is turn his puppy dog eyes on him and Johnny caves every time! Like I could barley handle in the trailer when he’s giving him that speech and then it cuts to him doing PT with him and then he’s picking him up and hugging him and saying he’ll always be by his side. But also I’m so ready for it!!!!!!

Oh this is such a mood! That part of the trailer really did make me cry and it's going to WRECK ME watching it all play out in the season. Like I'm so excited to watch but my heart is already aching.

Johnny definitely has a soft spot for that kid but he's never been afraid to be tough with Miguel. Some might argue too tough lol Remember when Johnny celebrated Miguel first sucessful leg sweep by shooting a baseball at the kid's ear? Good times. But on the other hand I think it's been good for Miguel to have someone who expects so much from him and doesn't baby him. And that's not a knock on Carmen's parenting style at all (she's rightfully protective!!)

But yes there are so many reasons why that little scene between Johnny & Miguel at the hospital is so powerful. First, it's a sign that Johnny's pulled himself out of his tailspin. He's cleaned himself up a bit and has (seemingly) stopped wallowing. I'm sure he's still feeling an incredible amount of guilt but he's willing to put that aside and do what's best for Miguel. Good for him! Johnny's motivation to do better has been linked to Miguel from the first episode. In the same way that Johnny believes in Miguel, it's Miguel's belief in Johnny that fuels his desire for growth.

Second, Miguel needs somebody to remind him of what's possible. I would imagine that his medical team and his mom are being incredibly supportive but focusing their attention on Miguel's acceptance of his condition. Again, so valid and definitely the right call. You can tell in that scene that Miguel has accepted the gravity of his situation. Do Johnny's comments seem like they're fueled by denial and a blind belief in sheer force of will and, quite frankly, a bit ableist? Of course! But Miguel needs someone to remind him that he's fought like hell before and that if there is any chance of him walking or fighting again, he's going to have to really work for it. Who better to encourage him than the sensei that transformed him from the bullied new kid to the All-Valley champ?

Third, this is all Johnny has to offer Miguel and he's going to do everything in his power to make sure that's enough. Johnny can't change the past and stop his biological son from kicking his adopted son over that landing. But Johnny, in his best moments, has an incredible amount of love to give. He will fight tooth and nail to get that kid through physical therapy because he's not failing him. Not again. Johnny can't fix his spine but he can push Miguel to do everything possible to regain his mobility. Johnny can't take back that missed phone call on the morning of the school fight but he can make sure Miguel knows he will always be by his side.

#cobra kai #cobra kai spoilers #johnny lawrence #miguel diaz #ask #Anonymous

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Seto Kaiba Relationship Head Cannons (American dub Kaiba)

Okay, so I have two head cannons about Kaiba. One is when he is a teenager and the other is when an adult. These will be based off of anime American dub Kaiba, I will do 2 others for the Japanese anime and Manga. (KaibaxReader)

Teenager:

Kaiba is not the type to ever realize when he likes someone. Ever. Kaiba will just know when you are around he feels a bit more anxiety and feels his paranoia get the best of him. So in order to deal with this, he will insult you every second he can. Joey thought he had it bad, but not as bad as the one who won Kaiba’s affection.

Yugi would be the one to notice followed by Tea. Both are not oblivious to the emotions of others. Tea would drop hints towards Kaiba’s affection to you, but due to the horrible treatment, you assume she is crazy.

Yugi would not openly point out Kaiba’s feelings, and often has to tell Tea to let the CEO keep to his insults.

It would take Tea talking to Mokuba and Mokuba asking his brother about it for the young CEO to realize it, and oh man when he does.

Kaiba, not wanting to admit he wants anyone, will fight it tooth and nail. Those insults, gone, he acts like you aren’t even in the room.

You duel someone, he walks away or actively scowls at your opponent if he has to stay.

Even Mokuba’s insistence won’t make the older Kaiba admit to liking you. No, it takes a train-wreck of an event to make that happen, and he still isn’t the one to tell you.

One way or another Joey will find out, and when Kaiba starts his rant about needing no one and liking nothing, Joey will throw him under the bus when you are there, outing Kaiba’s feelings.

Kaiba is not much of a liar, so when he is confronted with his feelings he will merely glare and walk away.

If the reader shows interest, Kaiba will be willing to bite the line, but on his terms.

Before long he will have a schedule for the reader, giving them all the time slots Kaiba will be alone in his office. He would expect the reader to spend time with him whenever possible.

If the reader complies, Kaiba will become more outwardly affectionate when alone.

There will be times where Kaiba will lay across the couch with his head on the reader’s lap whilst he works.

When he has declared work is done for the day, it becomes a literal cuddle fest. Kaiba, who been deprived of affection through his life, will soak it in as if it were to be fleeting.

If the reader has patience to deal with his neediness, he will eventually make a workspace in the reader’s home, be it he takes over the desk in the bedroom or manages to get your parents to agree to forfeiting the living-room when he is around.

There is also no getting rid of him.

You will never be able to breakup with him because he won’t allow it, and assume you were being emotional.

However, if you betray his trust, it is all over. Seto Kaiba will not only drop you like a ton of bricks, but your life and the life of your family will feel his wrath as well.

Be warn, this boy is all actions and will not give verbal affirmation but will need to be verbally validation.

Adult:

Kaiba is not the type to take long-term lovers at first. He understands he has needs and will have them met, so being a virgin is a wrong assumption.

But be warned if you sleep with him on the first meeting/date. Not only will he refuse to do much else but lower his pants, he will be a completely selfish lover.

There will be no gentle caressing, honeyed words or affection of any type. You will be asked to leave the moment he is finished.

To get under this man’s skin, the reader must refuse all his advances. Kaiba isn’t use to people saying no to him, at least not for long, so when you say no, he becomes determine to get a yes.

The reader has to be careful here, while Kaiba needs to be awarded with physical affirmation, but he is quick to try and push those limits. He must be made aware of the boundaries.

Expect close to six months of this back and forth. It will take him this long for him to acknowledge any emotional connection he might have made towards you.

Then the small gifts start. Kaiba will want to test the waters. If you prove to only accept the most expensive gifts he put little meaning into, Kaiba will go no further.

His gift giving is a game, he wants to know if after all this time if you can read which of his intentions is pure or notice that he has remembered the little things about you.

If you make it past this, Kaiba will then bring you to his charity events, the ones he cares about, involving kids.

Should you not enjoy spending time with the little ones, Kaiba will also write you off. Nervousness is okay, being rude or completely disgusted means he can’t picture you as a fellow parent.

Kaiba wants children. While he would adopt, he would also have his own, this will come up in conversation after the charity.

Also, expect all other his need for sexual delights to come to a complete halt. Those lustful kisses, now become soft and gentle. Those rough caresses becomes feather light touches on your skin.

The man is like day and night.

Also expect the man to make time for you during the week more than before. Kaiba will want you around during what he considers to be downtime.

Kaiba will enjoy times where you are on his lap as he seats at his desk. The man enjoys the moments of cuddling.

If working on a mobile device or iPad, he will have you both on a couch, with you cuddling on top of him as he works.

Intimacy is different. Kaiba becomes uncharacteristically shy as he gets undressed.

The moment you see his scars, he will study you, should you react with tenderness and quiet understanding, he will precede to spend the night with you as intended.

Should you ask about the scars, sex will no longer be on the table but he will give you the smallest explanation he can. Expect a night of intense cuddling.

The moment you start spending time in his bed, expect late nights with him reading philosophy to you and expecting a discussion after each chapter.

Kaiba enjoys talking with a sharp mine, if you are only entertained by tik tok or other videos on social media, at any point in the relationship, it will come to a end. (Though he doesn’t mind if it is considered only part of what entertains you.)

Kaiba isn’t the type to wait either. After a year of dating, you will be asked to marry him and he will have that wedding as soon as possible.

#head canon #reader x seto #seto kaiba #kaiba #yugioh kaiba #yugioh #yu-gi-oh duel monsters #fanfiction #fanfic #Yu-Gi-Oh #because we need more Kaiba #kaibara x reader #relationship

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