#there was a meme of them dying on the inside together
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Gram and Juan when they need to say they were bfs (best friends) in college/university while in front of others.
#maccadam#rescue bots#transformers rescue bots#transformers#graham burns#rb graham#tfrb graham#juan ramos (oc)#tfrb oc#rb oc#tf rescue bots oc#rescue bots oc#couple#oc x canon#shitpost#my post#there was a meme of them dying on the inside together#but I can’t find it#improvise adapt overcome#need to go again see y’all
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Here’s a recap of March 2024 because it was a great month for shourtney shippers:
March 1: Courtney possibly (allegedly) saying she’s getting married
Also March 1: don’t win Mario party which just screamed domestic bliss with the head on shoulders
March 3: wavelength. they were on the same team, they knew each other, they were laughing together, very subtle though
March 6: Shayne guesses Courtney’s books Immediately and does his usual long explanation
March 7: we got Courtney drawing Shayne throwback to the beginning of the series, and Courtney’s meme having Shayne in it
March 8: sniper chess, they were super competitive, they knew what each other were thinking, when Courtney said, “you’re lucky” he said, “i am lucky”
March 10: chosen moose master, subtle moments
March 15: Courtney won guessing Shayne’s favourites, the funniest thing was Amanda straight up asking Courtney if Shayne likes this (ex.liking sci-fi) and being shocked when Courtney says he likes a specific piece of media (like watching game of thrones, reading game of thrones books) and the meet and greet was so funny
March 17: TP:TNTL, possibly THE shourtney video of the year, it was so wholesome seeing people who just want the other to laugh and have a good time, they had inside jokes, their faces made each other laugh also Shayne knew something from rupaul which everyone knows Courtney loves and Shayne’s “what if I win” comment is something different like I have never seen Shayne like that ever overall 10/10
March 21: we got them in smosh pit theater, Courtney made a comment about Shayne’s brows and Courtney (and Angela) dying laughing at Shayne’s jump
March 23: reddit stories, Courtney laughing extra hard at the virgin joke
March 26: tntl 141, what do you mean we got 3 different bits were shourtney are a couple? Also new ship unlocked????
Knowing shourtney we’ll probably not get another good month like March for a long while (a drought seems to be starting but let me not be ungrateful and honestly they need a break)
Whoever made this summary, thank you. Kudos for doing this. 😌💚💙
Knowing Shayne and Courtney, you are probably right. April can be a drought month for shippers since March had a lot of Shourtney crumbs. 😅
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The Phantom Martian: Chapter 1
Huzzah! I am here to provide a fic for Invisobang 2023!
This is a crossover between The Martian and Danny Phantom. You do NOT need to have read or watched The Martian to understand this fic (though, I recommend it because it's amazing!)
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Summary: When Astronaut Mark Watney went to Mars, he knew there was a chance he'd never come home. Now, though, he's determined to last long enough for NASA to save him because this whole dying for science thing is not as fun as it sounds.
Meanwhile, Danny Fenton is just trying to keep his identity a secret amidst a potential crisis with his powers. Seriously, what's up with that weird current under his skin? Why is he having so much trouble controlling it? And why does it feel so familiar...?
In a fit of determination (and possible stupidity), Danny goes to Mars to save Watney, only to add to both their crises when he arrives and can't get home. Will NASA save them? Will Danny have a home to return to if they do?
Chapter WC: 6,186
Fic Tags: Danny Fenton & Mark Watney, Canon Divergence, Ecton AU
Art by @pompomqt (it's so freaking good AHHHH!)
Art by @friendzoned61 (screaming sobbing this is amazing)
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I am going to be updating a chapter each day of this posting week, and then I'll settle into a normal weekly/biweekly posting schedule.
I go into more detailed thank yous on AO3, but quickly I'd like to extend a hugeeeee thank you to @armed-with-knitting-needles, @bibliophilea, @lexiepiper, and @underforeversgrace for aiding in this fic. Between sitting on discord with me for hours doing math, betaing my infamous spelling habits, and in general providing much needed support in the form of memes, graphs, and good humor, these people are all AMAZING and I am forever in all of your debts 🙏
Since I'm not posting the chapters themselves on Tumblr, I put a preview excerpt under the cut! Enjoy!
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It had been a day since the news about the disastrous Mars mission was released.
NASA's website where satellite images of the Ares 3 camp were published had gotten so much traffic that the server went down for twelve hours.
Everyone wanted to see it. The wind storm. The camp in ruins.
The aftermath.
Of course, NASA wasn't pointing their satellites at Ares 3 anymore. There was no reason to now that the surviving five crew members were well on their way back to Earth in the Hermes .
God, what Danny would give to see the inside of that ship. If it was on Earth, the temptation to fly down to Cape Canaveral and invisibly peek inside would have easily won him over. But unfortunately, the Hermes has never been to Earth. It wasn't powered by regular rocket fuel, it was powered by ion engines — whatever that meant.
All Danny knew was that the Hermes needed to be assembled in space instead of on Earth. It was shipped up chunk by chunk to the International Space Station where it was put together in orbit.
Which was just rude.
#danny phantom#the martian#invisobang 2023#phicc#my writing#Ecton AU#we did. so much math.#soooooo much math#and research too#i literally have a folder of research papers on my desktop#i could have written citations in this fic#after IB is over...we'll probably do a full writeup of all the ectoplasm science#but for now#please enjoy this monstrosity of a fic
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The Girl in Fatal Lavenders
Fanfic Written and Illustrated by @lizaluvsthis
Idea of creation by @itsajjanea
Summary: SMG4 has found someone new, much to Three's dismay. He couldn't help it but feel like something is wrong with his new "Girlfriend" and that there is something more going on with her than just being all 'kind' and 'polite' to people, especially with SMG4.
will SMG4 still end up being inlove with the Lavender Girl? or does he end up with Three's open heart
Tags: Enemies to Friends, Sun and Moon, angst, betrayal, catching feelings, comfort, hurt/comfort, drama, enemies to lovers, enemy, fluff, oblivious, slowburn, fruityass, gayness
Relationships:
SMG4/SMG3
Mario & Meggy Spletzer
Meggy & SMG3
SMG4 & Original Character
PuzzleVision(TvAdware) & Original Character
SMG3 & Mario
SMG4 & Mario
Chapter: Prologue...
A month ago…
Down from the hell hold of the monstrous abyss, the flesh and eyes, the wandering of its small parts. Scattering like worms around the floor.
As one of the pieces of rotting flesh makes its way out of the shoes where it happened to appear.
“Why isn’t this quite exciting?” a static audio of the voice played on, whereas he picked up the rotting flesh with his bare gloves. “This shall do with my perfect creation… I’d be dying to see torment with our view… don’t you just love how they suffer?”
TV Adware smiled at the small creation he made, seeing it wiggle out from the pinch of his fingers, he let it go, dropping itself to the ground as he proceedingly stomped at his failed creation.
As it dies and serves up its insides shown.
“Pointless” Adware rubs off the remaining blood from his shoe, scraping it down to the hard and solid ground. He ventured across the remains of each and part of the hell hole in search for a specific object.
The USB…
Searching through the pile of rocks, adware had finally found the missing USB… Thankfully the contents still remain on track and still keep it working.
“If I couldn’t get my hands on reach to the “Content man” then I prefer settling this, with a trick up my sleeve… my fellow friend”
Adware then raised the usb concentrating his power, putting a strong force at the object. The color that was yellow turned to the color of red, switching up to blue.
As it mixed together it formed the glow of lightish purple.
With the usb holding steady in the air, the sides bursted out black ink revealing its form. The black goo is now set free holding itself to the usb.
“My, my little creation. You seemed feisty in your little cage…” the goo shared out whispers in a quiet submerged air.
“This is going to be so… fun…” he smiled, raising both of his hands, pulling out the goo and putting it on its form.
His new creation has now been formed from the goop’s liquid. “I have a mission for you…” he walked around the creation as the goop went inside its mouth.
“Your body is in its human form, tho it wouldn’t last. Temporarily, get us our target little one. His name is SMG4” The creation opened its dead eyes, as Adware gave them the Usb.
“What shall my name be called? Master?” Receiving the usb, she held onto it with a grasp on her left hand bowing down at her creator.
“You will be named- —------” he patted her head.
“Run along creation, you will be starting this…”
The creation looked at the usb, opening her mouth as she swallowed down. Inheriting amounts of content and loads of memes giving its body life.
The dead eyes of hers began to have a sparkle.
“Do not worry master…” adware chuckled, “manners, call me PuzzleVision…”
“I will succeed my duty as a living vessel from this mortal body, and I will give back our target. SMG4…” in her truth of evil, she walked away at PuzzleVision with the devil themself. She smiled.
Seeing a close to broken computer from a feet away, still worked its own power from the software.
With just a little knowledge of memes she had from the computer, they made this as an opportunity to bring SMG4 down.
Logging in from discord, she joins a server located where SMG4 is currently active.
“Welcome to the “House of Memes” Server @----- you’re free to stay in our humble home of meme contents! Please read the #rules and be respectful to everyone, remember to put your intro at #introductions”
They quickly went to the intro channel, typing down the common notes. Name, Age, Hobbies, interests, goals, etc. Sending out the message, surprised for people to get caught up on.
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7KNightsWrld: YOO @SuperMayroGlitchy4 look at this!
SMG4: Hey there new member! Happy to have you aboard!
—----: thank you.
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This is a perfect opportunity to talk to the man and convince him.
“I hope you’re prepared for this SMG4…”
The creation hummed from their evil idea, and started to laugh. With SMG4 unaware of what will happen- His life is in its debt.
There is a picture from the media where SMG4 is having a gaming night with the orange haired girl, the red fat man, and next to him was the purple and black.
The goop suddenly recognized the faces during their last encounter with them. “Pathetic.”
They looked at the purple man, with his clear face and red eyes. Over with the beard and the hat.
He was the danger. He is a distraction. “Who would’ve guessed that a person like him could ever love SMG4?” recalling the past where he opened up to save SMG4’s life and risked everything just for him.
“Disgusting.” love is never part of them, pain and hatred ruled over the parts.
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7KNightsWrld: you’re lucky to be here cause SMG4 said he’s been wanting to find a girlfriend xD
SMG4: KN STFU I’M PUTTING YOU ON MUTE-
@SMG4 set @7KNightsWrld on timeout for 24 hours
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“Perfect… I’ll be his “wonderful” girlfriend…”
Her eyes turned red, craving out of Four’s wants.
This will be… Interesting…
End of Prologue...
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Next Chapter- 1 New Person, 1 New Goal
[1ST CHAPTER COMPLETED ]
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DANIEL -
3. What first drew you to this character?
12. If you could write effortlessly and as much as you wanted, what story (s) would you write for this character?
26. If you look for this character’s name on AO3, what tags are you including or excluding?
34. Does this character inspire you with little things in your daily life?
50. Link your fav song, playlist, aesthetic board, fan-fiction, reference pile, personal artwork, analysis post, meme, headcanon, or quote for this character. Whichever one (s) you are most comfortable with!
okay you also asked for Armand with the same questions so for the sake of organization i'm gonna do both in one post!!!
What first drew you to this character?
Daniel: I just really like what a great stand-in for the reader he can be because yeah, I'm sure EVERYONE who read these books at some point had the same thought- that they would want to be turned and they'd see immortality as a gift. I like his shameless love of these monsters, the line about liking kissing and snuggling with dead things? Made me absolutely insane. I like that he's not afraid to mouth off to something so dangerous while he's still mortal. I like his drinking issues, his weird craft fixations. Basically everything we got in the text was incredible imo, he's a fave!!
Armand: Honestly Armand didn't really click with me until QotD. In my mind he was a Louis-simp in interview, and then an angry bitchy little Jesus freak in tvl, but then he shows up in QotD and he's putting cigarettes down the garbage disposal and throwing money at Daniel to make him teach him about international calls and I was like- damn, this one is a FREAK deep down. So seeing him be erratic and out of place and curious about the world made me view him in a new light, and the moments of gentleness he shows later in the book really pulled the pieces together for me.
If you could write effortlessly and as much as you wanted, what story (s) would you write for this character?
Fuck, I really want some newly turned Daniel at Night Island for both of them. Like what went wrong? What kind of maker was Armand with all these ghosts from his past around? How long did it take for things to fall apart and what were the ups and downs of that period like? I really, really wanna work through that but I don't have even the slightest inkling of where I want to begin yet.
If you look for this character’s name on AO3, what tags are you including or excluding?
So generally I start with fic rated Explicit or Mature, not just for pervert reasons lmao But I feel like if a writer can write some smut that really gets the characters and explores something interesting about them then most likely their fics with lower ratings are gonna be interesting and not pure woobification. (also if they're writing the kind of smut I like? Then we're likely similar flavors of freak and I know anything else they do is gonna be safe)
Also while I wanna write some vampire on vampire stuff, I generally prefer Daniel to be mortal for bodily exploitation purposes 😂
Does this character inspire you with little things in your daily life?
Kacy pls you know what things have been like for me lately, every two weeks something is going on that has me feeling like I'm living the Full Molloy lmao I'll never live down the experience of sitting in my car at 10pm and having that liquor store owner come outside and wave to me while Lixx runs around inside with an armful of bottles of wine for my shot nerves.
Anyways in all seriousness I think about Daniel's speech to Armand when he's dying a lot:
“But don’t you see,” Daniel said, “all human decisions are made like this. Do you think the mother knows what will happen to the child in her womb? Dear God, we are lost, I tell you. What does it matter if you give it to me and it’s wrong! There is no wrong! There is only desperation, and I would have it! I want to live forever with you.”
The refusal to ruminate or get sucked into thinking of all the possible wrong outcomes, that at the end of the day there is no wrong decision there's only action- I think there's something poignant there and I would do better to not be like Armand, convinced everything will turn out poorly in the end.
Link your fav song, playlist, aesthetic board, fan-fiction, reference pile, personal artwork, analysis post, meme, headcanon, or quote for this character. Whichever one (s) you are most comfortable with!
The fanart of Daniel that will always live rent free in my head is @nightislandofficial's art of him in tank top and cut off shorts bitching about 'give me what I want' lmao (though honestly all of their comics featuring Armand and Daniel send me, what a fandom gift)
Your series the Usher will forever have me in a chokehold like. Fic of all time!!! Also the thing you wrote for my wedding 🥹
God, for headcanons- anything stupid. Any headcanon that is really just a shitpost.
And my favorite quote for the two of them, just off the top of my head, would be Daniel saying "let me be a lover in the savage garden with you". He really had some killer lines, despite what little he got lol
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thalia + bff reader
wc: ~750
pairing: thalia grace + fem (they/them) bff reader
requested: fuck yeah!!! <3
warnings: affectionate bullying of jason, one jason x brick mention, one sex joke, general crackheadery
a/n: thalia is the blueprint for cool punk friend <3
If you are Thalia Grace's best friend
Which you are
Congratulations!! You officially have the coolest best friend ever
Helping her dye her hair has been a longstanding tradition between you
Usually accompanied with trashy reality tv
The amount of times you've helped her dye the back of her head while she does the front and the Steve Wilkos show plays in the background is more than either of you could count
Honestly I'm almost getting Max and Chloe from life is strange vibes
Also
Being bffs with Thalia means you officially have scary dog privileges
Anytime someone tries to talk to you in public when you don't want them to
Thalia sends them the most intimidating look ever
Suddenly they remember they had to pick up some dry cleaning ttyl! 🏃
So yeah she's the best
You have vicarious bullying rights over Jason now too
Sometimes you'll just pass by him and be like hey Thalia asked me to tell you that she's going to be late
Jason: okay thank-
Also that you're a fuckin nerd
Jason:... you.
Piper can't help but giggle
Also messing with Percy together is one of your many favorite pastimes
At one point
You're not really sure how it came up
But the question of if Percy or Jason would be a better hypothetical boyfriend had come up
They asked you to be the tie breaker
Percy: who would be a better boyfriend, me or Jason?
"…"
Percy: like if you had to choose
You share an icked out look with Thalia
You finally answer
"If I had to choose? Probably the brick that hit Jason in the head that one time."
Thalia BUSTS out laughing and Jason gives you an incredulous look, suppressing a laugh of his own
Jason: you are NEVER going to let me live that down are you
You and Thalia at the same time: nope <3
Literally Thalia is the most fun to be around
She's like the best friend that you could possibly have
And if anyone asked her she’d say the exact same thing about you
Literally you have so many inside jokes you can't keep track
Everything reminds you of something funny
Even the most innocuous thing
Someone will be like hey do you want to spar after lunch and you just bust out laughing
You pull it together and agree
As you walk off one of you is like "it's better than sparring after linner" and you start laughing again
Your texts are SO embarrassing to open in public
Like you'll be sending the weirdest memes and reaction pics
You get a text from her and it's just an attached image
You know immediately you can’t open that until you’re somewhere more private
When you finally open it, lo and behold it’s a motivational poster that says “pick yourself up by the boot straps <3”
With a picture of doc martins with dildos on them
Boot
Strap
You bust out laughing
Def the type to have regular sleepovers too
Like yall just get so bored without each other
A lot of these sleepovers lead to impulsive hair dying
Midnight snack runs
Laying on the ground staring at the ceiling talking about whatever bizarre deep random shit crosses your minds
You know that garfield comic about sitting here and thinking deep thoughts
This one
You quote that on a regular basis
Oh and this girl is sO ready to throw hands on your behalf
Ik I mentioned this earlier
But for real
Yall are each others ride or die
And honestly she’s an amazing bff!!!!!
You guys talk about everything
Once she asked if you’d still love her if she were a worm
You’re like I loved you when you were a tree so yeah
Worm is a huge step up
She’s like yeah
Yeah worm is a huge step up
At one point you made matching friendship bracelets
Hers has little punk spikes on it to match her other bracelets aww! <3
And tbh post camp thalia is giving platonic life partner vibes
You’ll probably get an apartment together and start your young adult coming of age sitcom together
One of you will get a job at a bar and make some wacky friends
You’ll have to deal with your annoying neighbors
You and Thalia, taking on the big city!
Hilarious anecdotes ensue
I’d watch the shit out of that tbh
#thalia grace#thalia x reader#thalia grace x reader#thalia grace headcanons#heroes of olympus#heroes of olympus x reader#heroes of olympus headcanon#hoo#hoo x reader#hoo headcanon
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An Account from Inside a Death Camp Transport Train
I came across this account of Franciszka Kaszubowa’s experience on board a train from the Warsaw Ghetto to Treblinka in summer 1942 on pages 737-739 of Barbara Engelking and Jacek Leociak’s The Warsaw Ghetto: a Guide to the Perished City. It’s very....affecting, and I feel compelled to share it.
As with previous posts of this nature, please be warned that the below excerpt contains deeply disturbing material. Though I lack the ability to appropriately gauge how disturbing various accounts are (studying genocide breaks you like that), I will say that this account, much like Filip Muller’s account of his time working inside the gas chambers of Auschwitz, immediately carved itself into my....”brain” feels too flippant and meme-esque, and “soul” feels too purple and melodramatic, but yeah, one of those.
And without fruther ado:
I got into the car relatively early; there were not yet many people inside. I stood under the window, and I stayed there the whole time. People kept getting into the car. It became crowded, and then more crowded, and you could no longer move, you could no longer breathe, and they kept on stuffing people in…They packed about 240-250 people into our car, in which normally 60 people could have been fitted.
The doors were closed, the bar was dropped, and that was that. You could no longer get out. I hung onto the windowsill and stood like that with one hand hanging down and one hand on the window. Behind me was a crowd of intertwined people: the old, the young, and children. Just beside me standing by the wall was a man from our labor site with his little four-year-old girl in front of him. So that she should not be suffocated, he leaned his arms on the wall of the car, his hands over the little girl’s head, but the crowd was pressing on him more and more, and his hands began to go numb from exhaustion. His strength left him, despair that he could not protect the child from this mass tore at him, and a moment later he weakened so much that he began to faint and suffocate his child with his own body…
It began to get impossibly hot…I looked at the wall and saw the strange color of the walls, painted with something white or gray. I began to understand that it had been done especially to choke us. So many people breathing, carbon dioxide was released, and this together with the temperature in the car caused the emission of gas, which was to poison us all… People were already choking, suffocating. It got hellishly hot, so that there was no air to breathe…some people were already losing consciousness for a few minutes, and fainting, and so, still standing, the process of dying began...Those dying on their feet could not fall to the floor…so their bodies began to intertwine and they fell in a heap stuck together in this way.
Those who were still alive now had a bit more opportunity to move, and began to get out from under the corpses, treading with their boots on the bodies of people who only a little while before had still been alive. Trampling, clambering mercilessly, for they wanted to save themselves, they wanted to live a little longer. They tore off their clothes and then, naked, died one after another in terrible torments of suffocation…
I was still standing by the window...still not fainting, holding on hard to the window and aware that letting go meant inevitable death. Behind me there was a growing heap of the dead, still shaking with their pre-death throes and the groans as they suffocated…People are still walking on them and often trample on someone who is still alive but unconscious. At this moment human ethics cease to exist; there is no respect for the dead even if they used to be close. Only save your life for a few seconds.
With all this I am standing ever higher, for under my feet the floor is covered with an ever thicker layer of the dead. A moment later I feel that I am collapsing...I am conscious, but I can already feel an approaching wave of choking in my throat and my head…Like the others I began to take off my clothes to give myself a little relief...I was standing now on a high pile of the dead. And beside me lay Karola, with whom I’d worked the whole time...I could not believe that she was no longer alive...I no longer felt anything, no physical pains, my hand was falling…Everything went dark, I began to writhe, to shake, and I lost consciousness...
When I came to and opened my eyes from the faint, actually semi-death, it was completely dark in the car. The train was moving, with a measured rhythm of the wheels on the rails...I was aware that it was night, that we were going toward Treblinka to be burned in the ovens, that I was lying on a pile of corpses, and that if I arrived alive in Treblinka, then perhaps they would burn me alive, along with the dead from this transport.
I began to make a great effort to move. I felt terribly cold...I began in the dark to feel the corpses, looking for a woman so I could take from her some clothing for myself. I found a head covered with a shawl and quickly took it off and covered my own head. From another corpse, this time a male one, I pulled a thick winter coat, which later turned out to be too big for me, but that covered me from top to bottom. I put it on and then decided to jump through that little window...with great difficulty, I got up and stood on the top of the corpses.
The last living man in the car helped me to get up to the level of the window—I pushed out my clumsy body, wrapped up in that thick coat, and threw myself with a superhuman effort onto the other side. I was still holding the windowsill with my hand when I noticed that my coat had caught on wire sticking out of the window. I understood that this would prevent me falling to the ground, and so once again I mobilized my reserves of strength, and unhooked the coat with my other hand...I fell to the ground and again lost consciousness.
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coconut
There was a meme going around of "the coconut that if you delete it destroys TF2" but actually it's just a replacement for coffee beans in a taunt that was never released.
Okay ok ok SO. the TF2 coconut jpeg has such an interesting history. coconut.vtf, or coconut jpg file, is an unused image of a coconut found under a texture file in the game. you have to actually convert the file type to view it, but sure enough it's literally just a jpg of a coconut. here's where things get interesting. someone found the file after it was added in a 2014 update and posted it on reddit. From that post, someone made a joke comment saying "I have no fucking idea who put this here, but when I deleted it the game wouldn’t start. Words cannot describe my fucking confusion", which was then missatributed to be an actual comment from a developer at valve. This snowballed into many people actually believing to this day that this coconut file crashes tf2 if deleted. The coconut does not actually hold the game together, and of the 4 files you need to run tf2 it is not one of them. you can delete it at anytime with no issue. in reality it was an effect for an unused taunt that never got implemented into the game. but it's history of misinformation is so interesting to me. btw one of the file you ACTUALLY need to run tf2 is the 2fort cow, which isn't cut content I just think that's fun.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WLx_3bON0Mw
Cave cube
Unused dialogue script that was found in the source code. Supposedly there was going to be a cube you encounter in one of the puzzles with Cave Johnson's consciousness inside of it. Cave tells you that he's been going insane (he's been down there alone for 30 years? 50 years? game timeline isn't exact but probably safe to say a few decades) and asks you to unplug the box and kill him. There are also a few moments in this conversation where Caroline 'reappears' and GLaDOS grows increasingly upset. After you unplug the box Cave has a long dialogue about dying, and then you use his box corpse to solve the puzzle. Incredibly dark humor. This scenario eventually got referenced in Lego Dimensions and Aperture Desk Job, the latter which features almost the exact same scenario except without GLaDOS present and instead of a cube Cave was uploaded into a monolithic metal bust of himself.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3BfZETS_kgY
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OC Playlist Meme & WIP Wednesday
Tagged by @merge-conflict Thank you kindly! 🧡I didn't have anything written last week when you tagged me...
I'm not sure if I did the homework correctly, but pick a song(s) that goes along with something you're working on? (Doesn't have to be writing) Or do a playlist for an OC? That second one sounds like less work lol.
Tagging with no pressure: @shimmer-like-agirl @vox-monstera @wanderingaldecaldo @fly-amanitaa
Here's the song:
Echo Home by The Kills
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Here's a spoiler for the next chapter:
Sounds of life marched on outside the walls of her apartment, the clamor of the mundane counting away the minutes and hours. The quiet of the moment settled on V and River's shoulders though, blanketing them with the heavy burden of the world. Of reality. V closed her eyes and laid with the pain, every breath straining her ribs and the rest of her broken body.
Everything hurt. Ached.
A tender touch on her forearm made her eyelids flutter open. She watched tan knuckles trace the cyberware embedded in her arms, the bruises and old scars that marbled her skin. All the things she hated. Brown gazed down at her from the edge of the bed, tinged with warmth and sadness.
“What is it?” V blinked, too tired to speak more than a whisper.
River heaved a sigh. “You know I hate seein' you like this, right?”
"Because I’m incapable of taking care of myself… Because I'm just as ugly on the outside as the inside now?"
"No…" He shook his head and paused to stare at the hand on her arm. Hesitating. "Because it reminds me of all the times I’ve fucked up… And because you don’t need to keep doing this to yourself. Punishing yourself for things that aren’t your fault."
"It’s– it’s not like that."
"Is it? Pretty sure I know what martyring looks like. Did it for fourteen years."
V searched the bags under River's eyes, evidence of his recent sleepless nights. "Still doing it…" He didn't defend himself and she winced as she shifted, her hand trying to reach for his. "Aren’t we just two workaholics?"
He met her the rest of the way, entwining his fingers with hers. River's thumb wound circles in her palm as he looked out the window, dawn breaking into day. The neon of the city faded with the early bloom of sunlight.
Glancing back at her, River lowered himself onto the bed and laid next to her, the mattress sinking under his weight. "Could go for a nap." Their chests rose and fell before he spoke again. "You should get some more rest too."
"Honestly, not sure if I know what resting's supposed to feel like. If I know how."
Metal replaced flesh and blood as River's organic hand brushed the side of her face. The caress came feather light, as if he worried about breaking her further. "Close your eyes."
Amber and brown. Side by side. She didn't want it to disappear.
But V did as he asked and she breathed him in as he kissed her. The forgotten scents of leather and earth spilling over, a balm on her senses. The connection a solace to their battered spirits. River's touch was infinite in its softness and so impossibly warm that she'd give everything just to drown in it.
She didn't want it to end.
"Feels a little somethin’ like that." He murmured against her lips.
Salt stung the corners of her eyes, the tears descending like ocean waves. “River… Stay? Please. Just a little while longer.”
She pleaded to him. To her own body and mind. A dying wish to keep dreaming. A warm hand soothed, wiping away the cold tracks left on her skin and giving her something solid to hold onto. To come back to. A reality she never wanted to fade away.
River placed another kiss on her lips, a gentle touch that stitched her back together and erased the pain. “I’m here, V. I’m here.”
#here's a box of tissues#cyberpunk 2077#writing#fan fiction#otp: so it goes#v x river ward#river ward/v#river ward#oc: valerie hye jin li#wip wednesdays#i love the kills so much#if you like indie rock you should listen#also i like how this is my otp and this is the first time i've actually featured them both together in something here in the crack void#putting them in the same room makes me anxious for some reason#tag you're it#reindeer games#can you tell i'm a fan of angsty fluff?
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top 5 hot d characters?
how can I choooose…
aemma. oh aemma. sure she's only in one episode but. she tells viserys ‘this is the last time, no more dead babies, no more’ and oh how right she was. she is the ghost haunting the narrative. haunting viserys! everything unspools after he has her killed for the sake of a dream, of a son he doesn't even need. killing her destroys viserys… he too is a ghost! he is already dead. going through the motions, so deep in his grief he doesn't even realize all he does is inflict pain upon those he should love -- always looking inward, to his own pain, martyring himself and everyone else to his guilt. killing her is the original sin! a wound so deep the family never recovers. so odious it takes the whole house down.
rhaenyra/daemon/viserys. ok ok I’m cheating but they’re the three heads of the dragon they’re a unit they don’t work when one of them is missing… I love them individually but the thing is. the thing is. they’re so tangled together!! it’s love it’s resentment it’s incomprehension it’s distrust it’s self-recognition… they’re cursed to be bound in twos, always with one looking at them from the outside, excluded and jealous… they have three languages between them but only ever two speakers of each… they can never be a triad!! that’s their curse and their tragedy. and still they keep trying!! they keep reaching out to each other, they keep asking for love from each other, and they keep disappointing each other… they’re such a mess!!
alicent. oh man oh man. what otto did to her… a pawn to move on the board of his house’s ambitions… all that was taken from her!! she doesn’t even know who she is because she’s been a tool all her life… never taught to be otherwise, she’s the princess in a tower, she’s a prisoner in a cage, she’s asking for a window because she can’t ever imagine asking for the key, she can’t imagine being let out of the cage, of the tower… the greatest support she can imagine having is that of her father, the man who pimped her out in her dead mother’s dresses… she’s the queen, she’s surrounded by men who project whatever they want on her, and she doesn’t have the power to stop it, she has to be criston’s madonna, she has to be larys’ whore… she can’t even want things -- putting aegon on the throne? viserys’ dying wish! sparing rhaenyra? what viserys would have wanted! tragic.
aegon ii. vile!! but also eminently relatable? a pure product of intergenerational trauma…he wants what nearly everyone does in hotd… he wants to be loved… but daddy doesn’t love him (daddy is dead inside) mommy doesn’t love him (relationship status: it’s complicated) his half-sister took one look at him and said ‘yikes’ (rhaenyra to an actual baby: begone interloper) his grandfather… well it’s otto, otto doesn’t do love he does turning people into tools and looking at them with deep disappointment when they don’t perform the way he wants… etc etc. he tries to flee his own coronation!! he doesn’t want the throne he knows he is ill-suited to it he knows… and then the crown goes on his head and the crowd cheers and it’s not love but it’s close enough.
aemond. he's just. he's just so funny? but in a tragic way! he’s a living meme (he studied the blade!!) he’s all performance he’s so cringe he can never win. big bro’s a twat, and him cursed to be a second son. his uncle looked at him and said 'discount version self-recognition through the other denied’. he claims vhagar after years of being mocked for being the one targ kiddo without a dragon? loses an eye, gets his thunder stolen by the fam tearing itself apart. finally is about to get revenge for the eye, having his most winning moment ever? oopsie whoopsie he's a kinslayer now! and he can never say ‘it was a mistake I didn’t want to kinslay’ because you can’t tell your allies (your brother’s allies) ‘I can’t control my pet nuke all that well hahaha’. he’s a pathetic loser but he’s so good at pretending you wouldn’t believe it.
bonus: rhaenys. the queen who never was!! the queen that should have been!! my rhaenys feels are so complicated… she understands the game, she knows how it’s played, she knows it’s rigged… she refused to go to war for her claim, she was just going to vibe on driftmark -- but also she was going to marry laena to viserys!! she wasn’t going to support rhaenyra, she was so wary even before the (fake) laenor murder, and when she does go to her side it’s because she thinks rhaenyra doesn’t want to fight… she’s both the smoothest political operator and the complete fucking worst… idk idk I love her and I want to shake her senseless.
#house of the dragon#aemma targaryen#rhaenyra targaryen#viserys targaryen#daemon targaryen#alicent hightower#aegon ii targaryen#aemond targaryen#rhaenys velaryon#ask#anon#ok im late on this one but it's hard to choose a top 5 for the dragon people!!
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Moodboard prompt! The other mousestead with pining Jay? Hurt me lol
Mouse isn't one for romance, always taking men home to bed just for the night, but there's something special about Will Halstead. Once he's clean, he bumps into his best friend's brother at Molly's where he's taken up a side job. Will is bright, and warm, and when their hands brush, it feels like an electric shock. Will stays late at the bar, long after the last patron had stumbled out, listening to Mouse talk about his day, and offering his own anecdotes. He didn't expect anything from Will, just a friendship that grew with each long chat, except that Will pushed his phone across the counter and said, "gimme your number. I want to send you something." It was a meme and Mouse cackled, and it felt good to laugh with someone like that. They texted often, and repeatedly, and some nights, Will would call Mouse when he wasn't working so they could talk all night. They fell asleep on the phone, and woke up to say good morning before they finally hung up.
"I know you're not a big relationship person, but would you go on a date with me?" Will asks, and Mouse grins because of course, if there's anyone he'll break his rule for, it's a Halstead. Their date was a disaster, Mouse spilling a drink into Will's lap from nerves and Will accidentally bashed his head into Mouse's when they leaned into kiss goodnight, but it was the best disaster Mouse could have hoped for. He wanted another, and another, and he got them, because Will laughed when he did, and pulled him in correctly for the best kiss in the world.
On the other side, Jay Halstead has to watch his best friend, the man he's been in love with since they were soldiers side by side in the desert, fall in love with someone else, and even worse, his own brother. He stares and watches as they go on dates, and hold hands at Molly's, and lean into one another when they're watching the game together, and they kiss in front of Jay as if it's not breaking his heart with each one. He loves the way Mouse's face lights up, and he loves the way Mouse laughs, and he loves the way Mouse is happy. He just wishes that he was the one making Mouse smile like that. He wants to hold Mouse's hand and kiss his cheek and wake up next to him in the morning. The day he finds out that Mouse is not only in a relationship but in a relationship with his brother, Jay is going to tell Mouse about his feelings, and hopefully take him out for tea and dessert.
"Hey, I wanted to talk to you," he starts, but Mouse cuts him off.
"Actually, before you say anything, I need to tell you something, because, uhm - I'm dating Will, and have been for a couple weeks now. He's been nervous to tell you, and I told him I would handle it before he got out of work today, because we're meeting up at Molly's, and I didn't want to spring it on you when you see us together."
"You, you're dating my brother?"
"Yeah, I hope that's okay, because I really like him, a lot, and I can see a future with him, and you know that's not something I really do with anyone."
Jay has to sit back, and watch as they fall so grossly and blissfully in love, and pretend that he was happy for them, that he wasn't dying inside waiting for something that couldn't happen, wouldn't happen. He paints on a smile, and he pretends he's happy, and he lives each day knowing his heart belongs to someone who will never love him back.
#chicago pd#chicago med#cpd#cmed#one chicago#other moustead#greg mouse gerwitz#mouse gerwitz#will halstead#jay halstead#cmed moodboard#cpd moodboard#chicago pd moodboard#chicago med moodboard#ask tag#talk to me#hey nonny nonny#kit creates#kazoo moodboard
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hi person I definitely do not know, choose the number 22 now let's see what you got
*cracks knuckles and neck*
everyone, meet my arch fucking nemesis.
one day, while we were in a literature workshop i think, we promised each other we'd write a character analysis of each other. we're both too scared to do it, but i will make a stand and this will be like... a hint of that. a teaser of what could be. an idea.
I don't exactly know where to start so I'll just pick a random point: I said previously that I visit Rei's house the most. That's because I practically live at Dee's house. It became so bad we eventually started going to uni together. It became a meme. and for good reason.
Dee is the most terrifying person you will ever see, but then you'll talk with them for 15 minutes and if you do end up clicking, you'll discover that there's nothing to be afraid of. They're very sweet, but so extremely introverted. Im an archeologist and they're ancient ruins which I KNOW exist and i WILL be digging them up.
but this person. this specimen. this creature. this eldritch entity. honestly man, i dunno what to say, other than this guy (gnc) is one of my best fucking friends and i am so happy about that. this BRAIN. they are genuinely the most fun to discuss shit about. like theyre one of the few people where i will rave about my special interests and they will rave about theirs and we will be having Fun.
speaking of raving about special interests, theyre one of the few neurotypical people with whom i genuinely feel heard and properly taken care of with. like so many of my acquiantances will just not understand the mental illness cocktail inside my brain, and dee doesn't either because they just don't experience it, but theyre one of the few people who will make accomodations for me without me even having asked and that is so noble of them.
also sorry for constantly talking about how hArD my life is. except when i say im dying or wanna kill myself. then im not sorry. i am a dramatic son of a bitch and you befriended me on PURPOSE.
also the ones that get it, get it, but creating an au with you has been one of the most fun experiences ever in my life. not only was it such a fun writing exercise (WRITERS CLUB WHO?) but i loved thinking with you and it was an excuse to spend time with you and no joke i would do it all over again and i WILL do it all over again you are extremely unsafe. and while our love languages clash, once we synced up and did parallel play perfectly, it was such... a safe environment. talking and planning an theorizing with them is fun as fuck. but chilling on their couch (aka my bed) while they play some strategy war game and i play breath of the wild and i listen to them rage at egyptians, mongolians, british, scottish, or whoever attacks their faction and theyre panicking about not having enough resources while i rapidly back away from an approaching lynel is so comforting.
drawing in the same room as them and explaining fashion trends while they explained the latest criminal minds episode to me was so fun. it was so safe. i will genuinely cherish every moment with them, and i massively appreciate them. I wont get into what the situation was, but i once had to run to their house at 12.30 am while carrying groceries in my pajamas, and i wouldd do that again, for any reason.
but also they BULLY me and i am being ABUSED. >:(
no bullying from me in this post tho, i already do a lot of that irl and i will not be stopping.
also i know you will never make your own post like this about me, dee, unless you're not a coward :)
#asks#friends#greetings-humans#'AM I BEING ROMANCED RIGHT NOW?' and 'I would give you my first born' are genuinely the most funny compliments ive ever received from#an aroace person thank you dee for that honor#but uh yeah uuhh who is this person oh noo stranger danger
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for the word meme: i pick "fall" (or "fell")!
!! oooo!! another one!! ty!! So this one is a character study of Wash, and all the names he’s picked up throughout his life :) kinda neat that the two asks I’ve gotten coincide with literally the only two rvb fics i’m working on lmao
You’re twelve when you decide to dye your hair for the first time. You walk into a general store, your dad twirling the car keys around his pointer finger. “Sure you wanna do this?” He asks, an eyebrow raised at you.
You shrug, and stuff your hands in your pockets. “I mean, yeah. It’ll look cool. And it’ll come out, and we don’t even have to do that whole bleaching thing.”
Your dad nods, and says “alright kiddo, if you’re sure” and leaves it at that. You walk along the isles, tracing a finger down the item labels. Your dad walks behind you, amused at your adamant refusal to ask an employee for help. You find the hair dye eventually though, so it works out anyway.
“So,” your dad says, and claps his hands together as he does so, “what color are we thinking?”
You stare at the rainbow of options. Some are more natural colors, probably for touch ups or something. You don’t need, or want, that. You keep looking. There’s almost every shade imaginable, when a spot of blue catches your eye. You grab the box.
“Good choice,” your dad says, and ruffles your hair with his hand. He knows you hate when he does that. “It’ll fade to a sort of aqua at one point, you still cool with that?”
You shrug. “Yeah, it’ll look pretty cool either way.” You turn the box over in your hands, and start skimming the directions. You’ll have to get someone to help you, but you kind of already figured that.
Your dad grabs a pack of mint gum, and then a case of lite beer, and the cashier rings those up along with your hair dye. She rattles off your total, and you grab the bag with your box of hair dye in it as soon as your receipt prints. Your dad grabs the case of beer, and the two of you pile into the car.
You kind of can’t wait to dye your hair, so you start reading the box instructions again. Your dad turns up the stereo and hums along to his playlist, and though you recognize the songs, you tune them out.
You unbuckle as soon as your dad pulls into the driveway, and he looks over at you, eyebrows raised again. “What?” you say, deadpan. He shakes his head, puts the car in park, and then turns it off.
“Go inside, and let your mother know what we’re about to do. She’ll set up a chair and plastic wrap.”
You roll your eyes. You were gonna do that anyway. You take your garage stairs two at a time (which isn’t all that impressive, there’s only five steps anyway), and open the door. The bag goes on the kitchen table, and out comes your prize.
“Mom?” You yell, unsure of where she is in the house. “We got the hair dye! Can you set up the kitchen so we don’t make a mess?”
She comes down the stairs, clapping her hands together to get imaginary dust off. “David, manners please,” she says, teasing.
You roll your eyes again. “Can you set up the kitchen please.”
She sighs. “I suppose that’s better.” She pulls out a chair, and you open the box of hair dye.
It takes up the rest of the evening, dying your hair. Your dad does most of the legwork, with your mom cleaning up occasionally. You hop in the shower once it’s done, and a lot of it comes out, but apparently that’s normal. You use the dark towels to dry your hair, and little droplets of bright blue water trace rivers as they fall down your face. Even wet, it looks good. You grin at your reflection.
Your dad knocks on the door, and you turn as he opens it. “Hey kiddo, how’s it lookin’?”
“Pretty cool I think,” you say, and he nods his head.
“Alright,” he says, and then flips on the fan with the switch by the door. “Oh yeah, this was in the bag. You want it?” He pulls out a slip of paper. It's that poster you see everywhere, now that you’ve gone looking for it. “I think it’s a sticker.”
“Just leave it on my dresser.” You scratch the back of your head, and it comes back wet with more blue water. “I’ll have to get used to that.”
Your dad hums with agreement. “It looks good. Anyway, good night David. Sleep well.”
“Night dad!” As he closes the door, you begin to get ready for bed. The sticker stays on your dresser, mostly because you don’t know what to do with it.
You now know the man in the green uniform is a soldier, and the monsters he’s fighting are the Covenant.
Your name is “David”, and you are twelve.
#midnight whisperings#also! I did a little handflap when I saw you asked me#was very excited#rvb#but once again! for. myself#i'm kinda misusing the meme 'cause it says 'sentence' but whatever i'm very excited to show off for my cool mutuals#i want y'all to like me idk#my shit
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For the WIP title meme-- Omg you have so many great titles! It was so hard to choose, but I have to go with the first one you listed-- inscriptions on photographs we haven’t burned yet
It's so haunting! I am dying to know more.
(If I get to be greedy, I’m also super interested in, do not give your hair to birds, do not turn your heart to sea foam.)
I talked about do not give your hair to birds a little bit here, kudos to you for rooting out the two on the list that are nearest to my heart omg thank you so much for giving me an excuse to be rabid about them
OKAY, that said, of all of the titles on the list Inscriptions might be my favorite (biased opinion since this was my comfort project during a roughhhhh year)
so, it started out as two separate novels: Cassette Tapes for the Apocalypse (written in 2016, a dark comedy post-apocalyptic novel) and Sudden Oak Death (written in 2020, a character-driven mythological tragedy)—In 2022 I took the pieces I liked the most from the two books (the character dynamics of cassette tapes, the world building of oak death) and fused them together.
SUMMARY:
All hail the wrath of the gods. Witness the death of humanity. Rah-Rah-Rah.
Echo Lalia is a liar. Echo Lalia is a survivor. She watched the pantheon try and try again to snuff humanity out under its boot. She watched humanity turn on the gods and claw them from their thrones even as the fever burned them from the inside out. She watched. She only watched, because Echo Lalia is a survivor and rule number one of survival is to keep other people’s shit off of your shoes.
she’s also a demi-god that might be on the run from what remains of the pantheon. maybe she’s also directly working with the godling that’s directly responsible for humanity rotting around them. maybe, just maybe, her lies catch up with her and wrap around her throat.
maybe echo has to fight for her freedom when the consequences of her (in)actions catch up with her.
It’s a character driven dark comedy with heavy themes of found-family and the lengths people will go to for security, as well as generational trauma and breaking the cycle of abuse etc. etc. + all that fun stuff.
BONUS: echo’s photo taking is a background feature in the plot and integral to her “running from the past” themes SO each chapter is named after a specific inscription ON one of her photos (my title was not overly creative) eventually they'll all be illustrated as the chapter headings, some of my favorites under the cut
the (unfinished) character portraits ^
+ favorite photo headings ^
aaaaand, an excerpt:
inscriptions on photographs we haven't burned yet. ch I, s I:
Leandra Vahara is dead and it’s all Jowan Vahara’s fault.
It’s always Jowan Vahara’s fault, except when it’s Millicent or Kieran Vahara’s fault. There are some precious, precarious days when it’s Amel or Amikus or Amelia Worthington’s fault instead, but when the blame is laid that way it dances too close to things best left buried. It could be Mercury Lander’s fault, depending on when the story starts, or Maud Amberling’s, depending on where the story ends.
It is never, never, never Echo Lalia’s fault. Nothing is ever Echo Lalia’s fault.
HERE are two universal truths: Leandra Vahara is dead and it is not Echo Lalia’s fault. Leandra Vahara is dead and Echo is the one who carved and bludgeoned and snuffed the light from her eyes.
HERE is a fact about the death of Leandra Vahara: it was ill-advised and impossible.
HERE are Echo’s favorite words in the English language: ill-advised. Impossible.
Listen man, it’s not like she did it just to prove that she could, Leandra really just had to die. It was necessary. More than anything else, it was necessary.
#WIP: inscriptions on photographs#i don't remember if that's the right tag#i'll have to fix that later if not bc this is the WIP i ramble about the most lmao#asks#writing#elizabitching
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Dragon Age: Origins OC as PC - soundset and banter edition
Thanks to @wild-houseplant for putting this meme on my dash - I love banter memes for my OCs. :D
I'm not sure who has and hasn't done this yet, so I'll just leave it at whoever wants in, do the thing and say I tagged you. Better yet, @ me so I can see your answers!
Warden’s name: Revka Tabris
Voice option: Curt, clear, and lower pitched than expected with a thick Ferelden accent. Listed in the voice options menu as "Blunt".
Soundset
Select PC: "Ready." / "Let's get on with it." / "Shall we?" / "Excellent."
Bonus options -
High approval: "I'm with you." / "I've got your back."
Low approval: *irritated* "Again?" / "If we must."
Unselect PC: "Really?" / "Sod it." / "Maker's ass." / "Alright."
Bonus options -
High approval: "Be careful." / "Are you sure?"
Low approval: "Make up your blighted mind." / "*disgruntled sigh*"
Combat attack: "You're going to regret this!" / "Didn't think this one through, did you?" / "The big one is mine!" / "*sigh* By the Void, it never ends." / "Hit them where it hurts!"
Mana/stamina low: "Come on, Tabris, keep it together!" / "Getting tired of this shit!" / "The Void do they keep coming from?!" / "This isn't going to end well." / "*angry, violent yell*"
Heal me: "Alright, that one hurt." / "Won't last long like this!" / "Nothing a salve won't fix." / "That's going to leave a scar." / "I'm fine, keep fighting!"
Near death: "This *gasp* isn't good." / "Shit shit shit blighted bloody SHIT!" / "Andraste give me strength..." / "I'll take this bastard with me!"
Bonus options - if Broken Circle is completed / the party has met her brother: "Tell Ceral *pained noise* I'm sorry." / "Mam... Da... I'll be with you soon."
Enemies sighted: "Eyes up, marks ahead." / "Give me a moment, I'll slip behind them." / "Lovely. More idiots to knock sense into." / "Here I thought we'd seen the last of them." / "Sod off already!"
Dragon sighted: "Holy Maker... it's huge!" / "Right. 'Spose we know which way not to go." / "Thought they were supposed to be gone. How in the Void does something that massive hide?" / "...We can turn back any time, you know."
Bonus options - if Warden instigates fight: "Are you MAD?!" / "We're dead. We're bloody dead." / "I ever tell you you're an ass? Because you are."
Spell/attack failed: "Damn it!" / "Shit, that wasn't right." / "Oh, you lucky son of a..." / "Sit still, would you!"
Fight over, enemies killed: "Everyone still breathing?" / "*grunt* What a waste." / "Hardly broke a sweat." / "Check their pockets. Won't need their coin any longer." / "Could've turned out worse, I 'spose." / "One of these days we'll go somewhere folk don't want us dead."
Companion KO’d: “[Alistair] "Alistair! Shield, damn you!" / "Hold on, Alistair, we're here!" [Dog] *to the one who fell Titan* "Blighted coward! You'll pay for that!" / "Titan! No!" [Leliana] "Someone help Leliana!" [Morrigan] "She's going to be furious when she gets up." [Oghren] "Damn it, Oghren is down!" [Shale] "Oh. Shit. How'd they manage to do that?!" [Sten] "Cover the Qunari!" / "Sten! The Qun demands you get your ass up!" [The Warden] "Hold on! I'm coming!" / "Oh no you don't - you're not allowed to die yet!" / *If in a romance with Revka* "No! Not you!" or "*Name*, don't you dare die on me!" [Wynne] "Shit! Mage down!" / "Wynne needs help!" / *if the truth of her condition is revealed* "Haven't you had enough of dying?" [Zevran] "Zev, if you're faking I swear to the Maker..." / "Zevran doesn't look so good!" / *If in a romance with Revka* "Maker, no! Zevran!" / *to the one who fell him* "I'll kill you!"
Trap sighted: "Watch your feet, trap ahead." / "Trap. Cowards couldn't be bothered to face us themselves."
Bonus option - if Warden triggers trap after being warned about it: "...Really?" / "Are you bloody deaf or just stupid?"
Open chest: "Let me have a go." / "Don't ask why I know how to do this, and I won't ask what you do with what's inside." / "Should have something worth a few coins in here."
Cannot do the thing: "Not happening." / "Shit." / "Right. Plan B?" / "Want me to powder your ass as well?"
#dragon age#dragon age origins#revka tabris#warden as a companion meme#well shit#didn't realize this was sitting in my drafts#it's only two years old right? heh. heh heh...
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i got unbaaaanned here's an ask: can i get a behind the scenes for (one of) your fav/s akekita scene/s you've written, any fic 👀 like, how did the idea come to you, or some fun fact abt the writing process... if you have anything to share ^^
Thank you for this!! I've been dying to have an excuse to talk about this stuff, you have no idea!
This wasn't exactly what you asked, but I thought I'd mention that people who have read my stuff in general point out my use of off-the-wall metaphors/similes. If anyone enjoys my little flair in doing this, I highly recommend reading the works of Peter Beagle! I shamelessly stole the technique from him and made it my own. I recommend starting off with The Last Unicorn (it's a classic for a reason), but any of his older works share a similar style (A Fine and Private Place, Folk of the Air). I'm not sure that I would be a writer today without him.
Anyway...
-Fun fact: Akechi is easier for me to write than Yusuke. I, too, am very angry inside and probably just need a hug lol It's cathartic. Although, two years of studying art in college actually helps with writing Yusuke, because I don't need to look up art terms.
-In Aesopica, the ending was highly inspired by my favorite Tokyo Ghoul fic, in which Kaneki turns the tables on Tsukiyama in the end (huge content warnings for that TG fic btw). I loved how satisfying the circular nature of it was and wanted to try something similar. I knew the ending I wanted to create right from the first chapter.
I cannot remember how I came up with the fruit bowl to both mark the passing of time, and the decay of their relationship. But go past me for coming up with that! My 2017 brain was the real mvp.
This is also my longest fic and you will not see me write anything this long again lol I just don't have it in me. Shout out to long fic writers, I'll have some of whatever you're snacking on.
I also remember this being something of a vent fic. I was sad and wanted to my faves to be sad together. While I do enjoy supportive akekit, where they both grow together, I also love when they just make each other worse.
-Sliced Halves, Light Syrup, please imagine me in the grocery store staring blankly at a can of peaches while concocting an entire fic. Writers are very normal people.
This is also my second most popular akekit fic. Fluff sells, I guess. I prefer my darker stuff tbh!
-After Aesopica, my personal favorite of mine is Psychosomatic. I'm shy about my love of organ-fondling since it's not a common thing to be into (there's not even an official ao3 tag for it lol), so I'm grateful to the person on the kink meme for prompting this. Knowing someone else was interested allowed me to put myself out there and write it. I re-read it not long ago just for fun, and it holds up. It's the intimacy of literally touching the insides of someone, you know?
-I'm scrolling through my akekit fics now and wow! I do not remember some of these? Who wrote these while I wasn't looking??
-Kilroy Was Here was going to be serious angst about Akechi forcibly kissing Yusuke so that he would no longer trust him, because he feels like he doesn't deserve trust, blah, blah... But the idea of Yusuke annoying the crap out of him before they got to that point was so funny to me that I had to run with it. If anyone was wondering about my sense of humor, this fic is it. (I am not funny)
-Born to be Posthumous 69 kudos harr harr... I enjoy this one even if it wasn't as popular as some of my others. I remember being depressed and angry and wanting to take it out on Akechi.
This is getting long now, but it was fun! Thank you again! Hopefully this wasn't too far from you asked! Most of my scenes just come to me as I'm writing with a basic idea in mind, so I just toss them in as I go. A humble chef tossing anything she finds in the fridge right into the soup.
Now that I'm back from my writing hiatus I definitely plan to bring out more akekit when I can!
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