#they call it traitor but meh

[ghostofthemost141]

Heard

Pairing: Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x F!Reader, First POV, no use of (Y/N)

Word Count: 2,388

Themes: Platonic Relationship, Fluff, Comfort, Some Angst

!Warnings!: Some Homophobia Violence (none of it comes from you or any of our main men and isn't graphic) and some !18+! Suggestive Talk

About: You and Soap have been best friends for many, many years and are completely inseparable. When he is home from a mission one night, he invites you to y'alls usual late night talks in the park, except this time it is different.

Notes: I'm a little iffy about this one but I hope y'all enjoyed it and I promise I will do more Ghost x Reader soon I just wanted to give Soap some love. I am gonna pick Bonnie again for this fic but for my next Soap x Reader I will pick another name to use and reader also has a accent in this. And this is an AU were Graves and Shepard aren't traitors (even though Shepard is the absolute worst). Enjoy!

“What a damn day..” I mumble to myself as I saunter into my apartment. 

Today was a rough and busy day at the job, but at least I was off for the next two days so I can just relax with a good beer and watch some good TV and maybe even catch up on some reading. There’s so much you can do in two days of freedom. Speaking of beer, I think I will have one now. As I was walking into the kitchen to grab a beer, my phone started ringing. That’s weird, nobody really ever calls me this late at night. Probably my mum. I grabbed my phone to look to see. 

Soap 🧼 is calling..

Oh Johnny! Damn it’s been a day or two since I heard from him, he must’ve just now gotten a break from the mission he was currently on. I answered it quickly. 

“Johnny!” I greet him. 

“Hey Bonnie.” 

“You doing alrigh’, mate?” I ask. 

“Meh could be better.” 

“You back home yet?” 

Silence was met between the two of us. I knew Johnny was still on the line for I could still hear his breathing on the other side. Usually he is a big converser, so he must be tired. 

“Johnny?” 

“Can you meet me now? Please.” Johnny begged. 

This was unusual for Johnny. He sounded frantic, worried and even scared. I knew exactly what he was talking about. Everytime he would come home from missions, we would meet out at the park nearby to talk about his mission and anything that happened while he was gone. I assume he was back home if he was frantically asking to meet up with me. 

“Yeah, of course. I just got home so it will be a minute. Are you okay?”  I ask, hearing his tone that was out of character for him. 

Johnny was silent for a moment except for his shaky breaths. What happened Johnny? 

“MacTavish. Are you okay? Are you safe?”  I asked. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m safe. I promise. I’ll be at our usual spot.” Johnny told me. 

“Okay, be there in ten.” I said, going through my clothes to find something to throw on. 

“A’ight.” 

Johnny then hung up the phone and I couldn’t help but feel a very sour taste in my mouth from that. I don’t think I have ever heard Johnny sound so..scared. Man goes into battle with a high risk of dying and would always retell it to me as if it was nothing but a walk in the park. Something must’ve happened to make him really scared. I eventually found a long sleeved t-shirt, some lounging pants, and mismatched socks to put on and did just so. I thought maybe I should bring some tequila or bourbon but then again, Johnny always told me what to bring and this time he didn’t. Fuck it, I’ll bring it just in case. You never know. I grabbed some bourbon, slipped my shoes on, grabbed my keys, and rushed out the door, knowing Johnny is probably waiting for me. 

~

“There ya are, MacTavish.” I announced my presence as I made my way to the park bench he was sitting on. 

“‘Ey, Bonnie.” Johnny softly said. 

Okay, something definitely has happened. Normally Johnny would come up to me and greet me with a bear hug or even a handshake when he first sees me, but now he was sitting still and speaking oh so softly to me. What’s going on? 

“What’s going on, Soap? Talk to me. You sounded panicked over the phone.” 

I sit next in front of him, offering my hand for comfort. Johnny immediately took it and held it, squeezing it even. Johnny and I have been best friends for many, many years now that you could consider us as non-blood siblings. We talk to each other about everything, do just about everything together, and are always there for each other. As we grew up, everyone thought we would end up together as a couple but we never did. We just stayed really, really close best friends and stuck with each other through the thick end. And yes we have had some arguments, as any normal pair of siblings would, but that was mostly when we were younger. Now we are both older adults, we just bicker at each other until the other gets annoyed enough to just ignore the other. Johnny kept squeezing my hand, and I could even feel him shaking. And it’s not from the cold weather that’s going on right now. 

“Johnny..” I reminded him that I was here. 

His bright blue eyes looked up at me. He looked terrified. 

“Lass, talk to me.” I reassure him, leaning in close to him, “you know you don’t need to be scared with me.” 

“I know..” He softly said. 

He was finding the words to say to me, but I will sit out all night if that’s what it takes for him to talk to me. 

“Something..happened, during my mission.” Johnny started. 

“Go on.” I ushered him. 

Johnny paused once more, still trying to gather up the right words to say. 

“You want somethin’ to relax ya?” I offer the bottle of bourbon to him. 

He stares at it for a few seconds before shaking his head. 

“No, but thank you, Bonnie. I appreciate it. I appreciate you very much.” 

I know he wasn’t necessarily thanking me for thinking about him by bringing him the bourbon, but for just being there for him in general. 

“Remember last time we talked?” Johnny asked me. 

I racked my brain to remember and luckily I did. 

“Of course I do. You were talkin’ about how Price was cursing under his breath about how he lost a damn good cigar when the airplane crashed.” I recalled. 

Johnny chuckled when I said that. Of course we talked about much more than that, but I figured I’d try and lift his spirits a little. 

“I had to hold back me laughter when I heard that over the coms.” Johnny admitted. 

“I don’t blame ya.” 

I have met Price plenty of times and you can tell he cares about the boys a lot but also doesn't take shit from nobody. Would offer his shoulder to cry on but will get pissed at them if they touch his whiskey kinda guy. The mood quickly went back to the way it was before, so it was time to be serious. 

“You mentioned to me how you were working through your feelings and emotions. As well as who you are attracted to.” 

The second it left my mouth, Johnny’s eyes wallowed in tears. I squeezed his hand as he sniffled in response and leaned his head forward, his forehead resting on our locked hands. 

“Johnny..” I call him, rubbing his head. 

Suddenly Johnny broke out into incoherent sobs. Tears ran down my hand as he just sobbed and sobbed. 

“Johnny, come here.” I called him as I got up quickly and got next to him so I could hug him. 

Johnny immediately accepted my hug, sobbing into my shoulder. 

“I’m so stupid, stupid..stupid.” 

I heard Johnny mumble through his sobs. I held him tightly, rubbed his back, and cooed at him with as many comfort words as I could think of. What in the bloody hell happened? 

“Johnny you’re not stupid.” 

“Yes I am.” 

“No you’re not Johnny. I am here for you always. No matter what it is.” I reassured him, hoping to soothe him a little bit. 

Johnny managed to finally calm down a little bit and I let him pull away from me. 

“I’m sorry..I just..” 

“Don’t you apologize you wanker. You never ever have to apologize with me, Johnny and you bloody know that.” I gently got onto him. 

He knows better than that. 

“Just talk to me. Tell me what happened so I can help you out.” I told him while squeezing his shoulders. 

Johnny wiped his face clean and managed to calm down, just enough to talk to me. 

“We were out at dis bar where we were stationed at. And at that poin’, the only person I ever told about how I was feeling internally was Simon.” Johnny started. 

“Does he accept you?” 

“Fuck yes he does. He told me ‘I don’t bloody care if you’re gay or what, you’re still my teammate and friend, Johnny.’” 

I felt relief wash over when he told me that. You’re a bloody good guy, Simon Riley. 

“That’s good, Johnny.” I say. 

“Yeah,” Johnny sighed before continuing, “it was aye, Simon, Gaz, Price, Laswell, Shepard, and Graves there. Um, there were these arseholes who were picking on a kid who was dressed very femininely. They assumed he was gay and started hurting him. Of course, I step in despite Shepard telling me to back off.” 

I could feel anger boiling inside of me. Their own General telling Johnny to not help an innocent civilian? What a coward and ball-less of a man. 

“What a focking jerk-off.” I cursed. 

“So I stepped in, didn’t want to make too much of a scene. They leave the poor fellow alone but they target me. I ain’t afraid until they started accusing me..” 

“Accusing you of what, Johnny?” I ask. 

Johnny squeezed my hand tightly and I could feel his whole body start to shake again. I rubbed his hand, trying to soothe his nerves. 

“Accusing me of being a..I don’t even wanna say it, but that word they use against gays. I just..shut down when they said it. Like I didn’t want to even accept it, ya know?” 

You shook your head over what Johnny just told you. You hated that he went through that, especially since he was still internally trying to figure out his own feelings. 

“And because I shut down, they were able to swing at me and I was knocked down on the ground. Simon had to step in and help me and I just felt so stoopid. I let something like that get to me.” 

“Johnny, you don’t need to feel stoopid over something like that. It’s understandable since you’re still figuring out your feelings and you were caught off guard.” I reassure him. 

“Yeah, well now everyone knows about me. I wanted it to stay with Simon, but now they know.” 

“How do they know?” I ask. 

“I..” 

Johnny paused. 

“They don’t really, but I can tell they know something is up. And I am scared.” Johnny confessed. 

“Why? Literally the only person I am iffy about is Shepard, but everyone else, they should be supportive of you, Johnny.. And if they don’t, then you’ve got Simon. Fuck everyone else if they don’t support you, but at least you have Simon Riley.” I say, trying to lift his spirits of the only person he can count on. 

“There’s something else..”  Johnny softly said. 

“Oh? What is it?” I ask. 

Whatever Johnny was about to tell me, I could tell it was going to be harder than what he just told me. 

“Please, just don’t judge me for it..” 

“Johnny, you know I never would judge you for anything.” I reminded him. 

“I know it’s just..Simon and I..” Johnny paused once more. 

“Yeah?” 

“Well, by the time we all left the bar, all of us were kinda tipsy except for Simon. Bloody lad is never drunk or acts like it no matter how much he drinks. So we went back to our base and later on, Simon came to check on me. And uh..” 

Johnny’s face instantly turned red. Beet red. I didn’t even need him to tell me what happened cause I already knew. 

“Oh Johnny!!” I cried out with excitement, poking him in his ribs making him giggle and flinch. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Johnny said. 

“Sooo?” 

“So wha’?” 

“All I am gonna ask is, was it a good night?” I ask. 

“Steamin’ bloody Jesus, yes it was.” Johnny answered, making me laugh. 

“That’s good.” I say. 

It fell into a comfortable silence between us, but there was a question burning in my mind. 

“Johnny?” 

“Hm?” 

“Why were you so scared to tell me that, you know, you’re gay or bi? Whichever you feel like you fall more on.” I question. 

Johnny sighed deeply. 

“It ain't 'cause I didn’t think you’d accept me, I guess it’s cause I am having a hard time accepting it myself.” 

“That’s who you are and clearly Simon accepts you at the very least and I am sure everyone else will too. But if they don’t then Simon and I can beat their asses.” I half joked. 

“You’re right. I am just glad you are in my life, Bonnie. To know that if everyone else hates me for whateva reason, that you’ll still be supportive of me.” Johnny told me. 

I don’t think I have ever heard Johnny ever be this sentiment ever in over twenty years of being friends. 

“Of course, MacTavish. I’ll always be here for you.” I told him. 

Johnny then pulled me into a tight hug and I hugged back, instantly feeling the guilt and fear rolling off his shoulders. 

“Now, give me that damn bourbon. Let me tell you what Price did while we were gone this time ‘round.” Johnny announced, instantly back to his normal self. 

I laughed as I passed the bourbon to him, knowing he won’t drink enough to make him not be able to drive back home. We talked for hours and hours, till the sun started peeking over the horizon. Despite the both of us being exhausted, it was worth it in the end to be able to talk with my best friend, my non-blooded brother and to let him know that he indeed had at least one permanent supporter in his life. If Johnny has no supporters, then Simon and I must be dead, cause that’s the only way he wouldn’t have any supporters in his life until we know for sure how the rest of the task force feels, but I know they are going to accept him. They have to, or else they’re gonna get a special paid visit from both Simon and I personally. 

END 

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Fourth Wing Book Review

Fourth Wing Book Review by Rebecca Yarros 

This book is incredibly popular. Unbelievably popular, actually. We’re talking about Colleen Hoover levels of popularity. On the one hand, I get it, I truly do. On the other hand, I think this book is beyond basic and shouldn’t be garnering the attention it currently is. 

Yarros’ novel is set in a fantasy world with typical mythical names like Navarre and Tyrrendor where dragons and magic and a never-ending war exists. In terms of a fantasy world, nothing about Yarros’ universe is astonishing, interesting, or even remotely novel.

While this sounds incredibly harsh, it’s actually very smart from a marketing perspective and only adds to the book’s high demand because while it’s a fantasy world and therefore intriguing, nothing about it is very unique or complex—allowing new and old readers alike to delve in without stressing about the world and its intricacies. Instead, readers can focus almost exclusively on the action and romance, two things this book has in droves. 

So while the fantasy setting allows for high stakes intensity, fighting, and dragons, dragons, and more dragons, nothing about it is complicated or even very important.

How does the magic system work? Some vague explanation of wards and that’s about it. Why is there a war? Don’t worry about it. Why was there a rebellion? You don’t need to know the intricacies of the whys and hows, only that the children of the traitors are alive and intermingling with the rest of the citizens, increasing tension. 

However, as I mentioned above, while the setting is mundane it does allow Yarros to submerge her chapters in action and intrigue without much of a break. This is one of the main reasons why I think Fourth Wing is topping the bestseller’s list: it is constantly entertaining.

All of us have short attention spans these days, and Fourth Wing fills the gaping need to be consistently amused and engaged at all times, which Yarros delivers upon brilliantly. Every chapter contains some fight, life-or-death situation, a competition, someone trying to murder the main character, a break in, a break out, or a sex scene. That would account for 90% of all chapters in Fourth Wing. 

That being said, it’s not necessarily a criticism. People obviously love the constant action and it keeps the book engaging and fluid. While I can recognize that Yarros is writing to fulfill a societal need and that constructing multiple chapters of action is genuinely difficult, it’s also not my favorite thing.

I have said time and time again that I’m a character driven reader. I would say the equation for Fourth Wing is 80% action and 20% character interaction. Personally, I would prefer a more equal distribution of action to character progression and growth, but I also recognize that’s a me problem. 

In terms of Yarros’ characters, they are…meh. I think they’re extremely basic, but once again, I’m not surprised why people are foaming at the mouth for their story. The main character is Violet, nicknamed Violence, and she is the epitome of a perfect character. She’s extremely intelligent, generous, kind, brave, determined, stubborn, and sexy. You name it and she’s got it.

Her only “weakness” is literally that: she has a “weak” body. However, this weakness barely matters as she often overcomes it without any problem whatsoever. Yarros does have some descriptions of Violet wrapping her knee or being at a disadvantage physically during fights, but by the end of the book Violet is a certified badass who can take down anyone. 

Violet’s “flaw”, if you can even call it that, doesn’t make her a more interesting character. It makes things infinitesimally more challenging for her and attracts some enemies, but she already has enemies because of her mother’s high status.

Other than this physical burden, Violet is literally perfect. There is nothing wrong with her, which makes her extremely boring and hard to relate to. I want complex human beings that have strengths and weaknesses, not unimaginable goddesses with brittle bones. 

The only other character of importance, Xaden, is also the epitome of hot and flawless. He’s sexy, handsome, brooding, smart, and crazy talented. His only so-called detriment is that he can be a bit closed off and reticent, but that’s it.

He’s shouldering the lives of over a hundred orphans and can do no wrong. He’s also the hottest, the strongest physically, the most popular, and the most talented because of course he is. 

Both Xaden and Violet also have two most powerful dragons that exist and their dragons are a mated pair, meaning that Violet and Xaden are inextricably tied together for life.

In addition to this, they have the rarest signets (magical powers) consisting of wielding shadows and controlling lightning, the likes which haven’t been seen in ages. Sigh. 

I hate it so much. I’m so sick and tired of the trope of the main character being the strongest and most beautiful and then falling for the hottest and strongest guy who’s slightly cold, but actually the world’s best person.

The fact that they have the strongest dragons and the most powerful abilities also irks me. It’s not interesting. I predicted it from a mile away. Do something different, something better. But no, that’s not what we get in Fourth Wing. 

You could argue that it was surprising that Violet bonds with two dragons, but think about it. Is it really? Also, I think Andarna plays no role other than to make Violet even more saint-like than she is. The other characters in Fourth Wing don’t matter. I make this statement often, but it could not ring more true for Fourth Wing. 

Yarros throws so many characters at you and yet nothing about them sticks. Other than Xaden, and arguably Liam, Rhiannon, and Dain, no characters have any depth, nuance, or significance. In a book as large as Fourth Wing I find that hugely disappointing.

Even Liam, Rhiannon, and Dain are all one-dimensional characters at best. Some people tout that the relationship between Dain and Violet is interesting, but I don’t think it is at all. It is clear from the first chapter that Xaden is her game-end and Dain becomes increasingly aggravating and villainized as the book goes on. 

Something else that Yarros does with her characters is make them very black-and-white. They’re either angels capable of doing no wrong or the most vehement villains to walk the planet. This opposition is incredibly boring and didn’t fuel my interest in any of the characters. 

Fourth Wing’s plot, which I haven’t spoke much about yet, essentially follows the simple idea that Violet is meant to be a scribe, became a rider instead due to her mother’s negligent insistence, avoids being murdered while going to classes and participating in nonsensical competitions, and falls in love with Xaden Riorson.

That’s it. That’s the whole plot. 

Multiple elements of the narrative also make no sense. For example, you're telling me that the youngest, most athletic, most talented people of your nation are being slaughtered for arbitrary reasons?

It makes zero sense. Riders are simply allowed to kill each other during fighting practice and during competitions. Think about that for one second in a logistical lens and realize how ludicrous that is as a nation.

The only reason Yarros puts it into her novel is because it's edgy and increases tension but it's genuinely really stupid.

There’s some heavy action at the end with Violet throwing lightning left and right after being betrayed. Except the betrayal can barely even be defined as such and is probably only happening because Yarros is trying to keep tension up. Maybe she thinks readers will get bored if Xaden and Violet are simply together and in love.

I’ll never understand why authors do this. We want to see them together. Let me see them navigate a relationship and the pitfalls that come with that. I don’t need some bullshit reason for them not to be together when everyone knows they’ll eventually reconcile and get back together anyway. Urgh. 

Fourth Wing has a lot of elements that I find banal and that bother me, but as I also stated, it was highly entertaining at all moments. For this reason, I didn’t hate Fourth Wing. It does sort of blow my mind that this is the book that is being swept off shelves and beginning a cultural phenomenon, because at its core, I think it’s generic in almost every way.

However, maybe that’s what people want. Perhaps people want a simple fantasy with hot enemies-to-lovers moments and overpowered characters.

The end. 

I just want something better. 

Recommendation: If you want a watered down version of Game of Thrones and have been craving some alluring enemies-to-lovers moments with constant dragon-centered action thrown in, then Fourth Wing is a gold mine.

If you want something better than a generic fantasy with perfect main characters, a stereotypical universe, and a cliched plotline then avoid Fourth Wing. Not everything popular is worth the hype. 

Score: 6/10

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The Lost Manuscript: another Barovian Tale

(Dedicated to @darklordazalin )

So, there I was one night hauling trash to the heap out back behind BCnW, when a looming shadow rose from behind it. Now, as any Barovian knows, looming shadows arising from behind are bad.

But instead of some nameless horror, it was a young man in a black, uniform, stained with much blood. His own.

He collapsed in a heap, on the heap, and reached out to me. “Please,” he said weakly.

“Sorry, pal, no refunds.”

“No, my name is Domran, and I am a junior officer with the Kargat.”

Aww, crap, it was the fuzz. What did I do this time? I paid Rahadin’s last kickback on time.

Wait, the Kargat serve Lord Azalin, or as we Barovians are commanded to call him, “Stupid Face Jerk Nerd”.

“What does Stupid Face—, er, Lord Azalin want here?”

Domran the Kargat agent explained, “We Kargat agents were dispatched to Barovia to retrieve a copy of a manuscript called The Lord of the Necropolis.”

“That’s everywhere. Where do you think I get such a steady supply of toilet p-, er, reading material at BCnW?”

“No!” gasped Domran, “this one is different. It is said that this is a lost manuscript with an alternate ending, one that contains some hidden secret. Lord Azalin dispatched us to find it.”

I nodded, “cool story, bruh, but nothing like that here.”

“Please,” he said with his last breath, “help me complete my mission. Lord Azalin would no doubt be grateful.”

Well, I had always wanted to expand into Darkon. My ventures in Sithicus and Falkovnia were both spectacular failures. But this time, I could not fail.

“You got it, Donnie.”

“Domr—“ he gasped as he died.

After disposing the body in the heap, I returned to the shop.

“Gary, you’re in charge for a while.”

Gary, the High-master Illithid / barista waved his facial tentacles for a moment. “Looking for that lost manuscript, boss?” came a smooth, unnerving voice in my head.

Great. That’s what happens when you hire a powerful psychic monster as your hardworking, but traitorous employee.

“I pulled from his mind clues to help in your search,” he continued in my head, “it seems there is a ruined monastery hidden on the cliff side beneath Krezk. It is perilous to retrieve it.”

“The only thing in peril is your salary,” I said audibly, “if you don’t mind the shop while I am gone.”

Gary’s was silent. I then threw him a bone. “The body’s out back. It’s still warm. Go nuts.”

Gary’s tentacles wriggled. “I prefer fresher quarry, but it’s been a long shift and I am famished.”

As I assembled some supplies in the pantry, Viktor the Pantry Ghost / ex-intern appeared from the shadows.

Moaning, he said, “going on a quest again? It sure would be a shame if you died, and I wouldn’t be bound to this pantry any more.”

I rolled my eyes, shoving the last of the supplies in my rucksack. “Don’t celebrate my death yet, Viktor.”

And thus I set out from Barovia village to Krezk. It was a miserable journey even by Barovian standards. I made the mistake of picking up an adventuring party on my mule-drawn cart. The elderly wizard of the group, whom everyone obviously disliked but had to tolerate, wouldn’t stop droning on and on and on about his old adventures decades past. Then, he would launch into another tirade about how wizards nowadays sucked and didn’t respect magic anymore. Finally he’d complain about his knees for the 100th time. It was so bad, the usual spooks that infest the woods avoided us.

When he stopped to use the restroom in the woods, in true Barovian fashion, we took off without him. The party thanked me later.

“If he ever tracks you down, just blame it on werewolves. Works every time,” I left them some parting advice. They left me a few silver to compensate. Not bad.

Krezk, Krezk, Krezk. What can I say about it? It’s a crappy town, but then everything’s crappy in Barovia, just in different ways. The Devil Strahd holds less sway here, but the Krezk nightlife is kind of … meh. These people don’t get out much, and don’t welcome outsiders. I had to bring a shipment of syrup for trade to get in the door. This will set me back a bit.

And once I got past the village gate, that was when I ran into my rival, Vlad, owner of Barovian Weiners and Pancakes.

“Hello, Vlad” I said icily as we passed one another.

With a smirk he said, “oh hello, Oleksii. You’re looking well. Profits good?”

Of course he already knew the answer so I ignored the slight. “How’s the new barista working out?”

Word gets around, Vlad had copied my idea, and hired a barista hailing from a distant plane.

“Oh, John the Thri-Kreen? He’s great! Doesn’t say much, but with so many arms he’s twice as fast as Gary.”

“Twice as hungry too,” I thought to myself. Vlad won’t last long with that monstrosity under his employ. I wouldnt shed any tears though.

Getting to Krezk is one thing, finding the Lost Manuscript is another.

Or not.

Turns out BWnP already found it. On Vlad’s tacky storefront was a signboard: “See the lost manuscript of Lord Azalin, and its alternate ending! For a limited time with a purchase of a Vlady Big Weiner Meal!”

I swallowed my pride and went in. I purchased a meal using copper slugs, and there it was in a glass case, enshrined in a gaudy altar, surrounded by candles: Lord of the Necropolis, alternate ending!

As I filed into the queue to get a closer look, I wracked my brains for how to open the altar without being caught, smuggled the manuscript out of town, and avoid the authorities.

Then I remembered the classic Barovian gambit: the Smash N Grab.

With my trusty crowbar in my pack (never leave home without one), I yelled, “hey is that Strahd over there, wearing beach sandals?” pointing in some random direction.

As soon as everyone’s eyes were turned, I drew out the crowbar, smashed the glass, and snatched the manuscript from the altar.

What happened next was a good ol Barovian Cart Chase. Using some tricks I learned from a pair of Dukes reputedly from the domain of Hazárd, I eluded the Krezk constabulary, busted out of the town and managed to lose them halfway to Vallaki. Last I saw Vlad, he was shaking his fist at me, just as his Thri-Kreen employee appeared right behind him with a hungry look on its face.

Back in Barovia village, I finally could rest easy. I parked back behind BCnW and prepared for Vlad’s inevitable counterattack. Content with my defenses, I finally cracked open the book and flipped toward the end. Gary slinked behind me and read over my shoulder.

Turns out, someone had simply crossed out the last chapter or so from a regular copy, and instead added the following:

“When Azalin came to, he was lying on a bed of flowers, seared by the powerful magic he had contended with. He looked at his hands in horror, realizing that he had been thrust back into his original lich form.

“With a cry of anguish, he cursed his tormentors one more. Then he froze. This was no ordinary garden. He knew it well. It was the garden in Castle Ravenloft. What had his tormentors planned this time?

“Then he knew he wasn’t alone. Behind him, the presence of Strahd Von Zarovich oozed from below the floor like black ink. ‘So, we meet again,’ said the silky baritone voice.

“‘Once again, our tormentors have seen fit to throw us into the ring once more,’ Azalin replied in irritation, his mind racing to line up the spells he’d need to fend off Strahd.

“But Strahd didn’t attack. He held out his hand to help Azalin up. ‘I know that pain well.’

“Azalin stared into Strahd’s feral, red eyes for a long time. ‘This is what it sounds like when doves cry.’

“The two Darklords embraced for a moment, and Strahd said, ‘I know a good bratwurst and pancake place in Krezk, let’s go.’

The End.”

Dammit, Vlad.

#ravenloft #dnd #ttrpg #barovia #tumblrloft #d&d #dungeons and dragons #waffles #life in barovia #azalin rex #darkon #Kargat #weiners #barovian tales #curse of strahd

[clarichoupie]

Random things I noticed, or liked, in “The Quarry” after playing it over and over again. (part 2) (part 1 is here)

I didn't know you could see “Laura's boat” with Jacob by going to the far left of the docks.

Ok, so, I'm not going to talk about Emma's phone even though I should. However! Why, just why, did you put that damn rotor arm in your underwear Jacob?! Who does that?!

Watching Ryan call Dylan an idiot seems so right sometimes. I mean amputating a leg without “equipment” is not a good idea. Even with the werewolf thing. A hand, why not, but a whole leg? Meh, I'm not sure. Sorry Dylan.

When you have to say out loud and confirmed that you're not a b*tch, you often are, Emma.

Choosing the aggressive responses is so satisfying. Don't get me wrong, I love seeing Ryan and Dylan being cute together, but seeing them freak out and insult each other can be just as interesting.

Plus, Ryan's little laugh because he's not convinced that Dylan can shoot with a gun is just adorable.

Why, no matter what you do, Kaitlyn always loses the gun?! I didn't hesitate to give it to you so that you don't even use it!

Watching Dylan freak out is probably one of the most de-stressing things I've ever seen, for some reason. The “F*ck no”, “F*ck dude” and small gestures of fear; yep, it helps me calm down to see him being so scared.

The dialogues between Emma and Jacob just don't make sense. Like, they're really nice and then the next second they're real assholes, without you deciding! Very boring.

Does Jedediah play golf? Or baseball or something? Because he's got a really good swing.

Am I the only one who thinks that the characters' reaction to Kaylee's death is not normal? I mean, they don't need to break down in tears or be as shocked as Ryan who was close to her but damn it! There's a dead body in the pool! Of a girl you know by name and who looks innocent! Murdered in front of your eyes! Be a little sad instead of making jokes about it! (Even you Dylan...especially you)

Besides, when I killed Abi the first time, Ryan, Dylan and Kaitlyn didn't even care about their friend's head on the floor separated from her body. They were just sitting there talking to Laura, calmly. Seriously, these guys are either insensitive or totally insane.

“I'll tell mom." Seriously Chris? Are you like five years old to betray your brother like that to your mom? What is Constance gonna do besides insult Travis anyway, tell him he wasn’t wanted? He probably already knows that.

Where did Laura's eye patch come from? I mean, didn't anyone wonder where that accessory came from? Other than Travis owning pirate costumes or Laura knowing how to sew, I can't think of any other explanation.

When did Abi start acting like a warrior, defending everyone, when just before she was so freaked out that she couldn't do anything?

WHY, just, WHY, when I choose the aggressive option, does Laura think Ryan is flirting with her?!?! These kids really have a dumb view of flirting. Poor Ryan... no wonder why he doesn't understand social interaction or want to spend time alone if everyone is so weird around him.

Speaking of Ryan, I love his lines with Laura when he's upset : “A tour guide?”, “An eye for an eye.”, “All for a boy?”. This guy definitely makes me laugh.

“Jesus, Mary and jazzhands”? ...Sorry what? Do people who speak English really say that?

I thought so much in my first game that Ryan was a traitor (like in the game I won't mention...) but in the end the poor guy was just worried about his friends, it's just too sad.

#The Quarry #The quarry the camp counselors #supermassive games #random facts #Since the first post pleased some people here is the continuation of my useless observations x) #max brinly #laura kearney #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #radioheads #kaitlyn ka #jacob custos #emma mountebank #abigail blyg #nick furcillo #travis hackett #chris hackett #hackett family

[rosered282]

Dragon Age Absolution!

Beware of Spoilers! And Dragons! Under this read more

Somehow Meredith Stannard has returned

*cue groaning from the entirety of Kirkwall*

I thought the show was cool, could’ve def benefited from a longer run time to give us more time to get to know the characters, especially Miri and Hira’s relationship given that at the end we’re expected to be fully invested in it and feel as betrayed as Miri but… nope! I’m just kinda meh about it (as opposed to when Miri and Qwydion hugged that had me melting)

Genuinely hoping that they don’t have Miri get back together with the woman who tried to sell her back into slavery (even if it was only “temporary” using Hira’s own words) because that’s a big yikers island moment.

I was mostly invested in the other members of the group, Roland, Lacklon, Qwydion, and of course our tragic Fairbanks (rip you fine Orleasian, I am so sad about your death). Mostly because of their personalities and how well they meshed together, Roland and Lacklon stole the show for me, that dip was *fans self*.

I did very much enjoy Miri’s arc of confronting her past and coming to terms with her brothers death, it was great and I loved the scene between her and her brother, the acting there was great.

Tevinters be vinting, the guy failed his harrowing and only survived because his mother forced the demon out of him and into the body of Neb, I was not surprised when he did blood magic he went off the deep end (also because of Miri’s rejection of him calling her his family when she was really his property but I’m not gonna psychoanalyze Rezaren, we’ll save that for never). Tassia was really cool! We’ve never seen a Tevinter Templar before and it was interesting to see how compared to southern templars they don’t seem to do much fighting at all. Tessia really did appear like the most battle hardened out of all the other templars there (as befits her Knight Commander status), or were those just recruits?

The animation when it came to fighting and doing magic was great, the blood magic especially was amazing and I can’t help but imagine what my own characters look like while doing these cool spells without the limits of a game engine. The only part it was kind of off with was when the dragon showed up, very jarring 3d animation there, it didn’t blend well for me.

Of course there’s also the extra lore bits we got!! The fact that the person that made the circulum was a Pavus?? Did NOT slip my attention BioWare, Dorian told the inquisition about this artifact I know it!! Only a bit sad that Rolland, Lacklon, and Qwydion disrupted the ritual at the end because I wanted to see what happened next. Oh and the spirit of Wisdom having those eyes that are the same as the wolf that’s behind Solas all the time 👀 I see you BioWare. Also the connection between Qwyndion and the dragon 😭, 

A little bit miffed on the Meredith reveal honestly, like… is she just under Kirkwall? Hanging out with a bunch of red templars? How has she been running a whole espionage thing underground with them and Varric, who is Viscount of Kirkwall and also knows almost everything going on there, just has no idea??? (Especially when we know her body is still in the Gallows, does Varric just let her chill there? “Yeah don’t mind the red templars rowing to the gallows, it’s just Meredith trying to start a war again” What's going on???) I know it’s bait for a season 2 but like… can no antagonist Hawke kills stay dead???

Also mad about Fairbanks’s death, he was a fav side character, a good man that wanted to do right by his people and he dies thousands of miles from home by a traitor, who will probably end up being redeemed I guess idk.

Anyways those are my rambling thoughts, stay tuned for more if Netflix decides not to can it after this one season. 6.5-7/10

#dragon age #dragon age absolution #dragon age absolution spoilers #daa #Miriam dragon age #Hira dragon age #roland dragon age #lacklan dragon age #qwydion dragon age #fairbanks dragon age #rezaren ammosine #Rezaren I knew you were gonna be a bad guy but why did they have to give you a design that I'm weak for #makes you even more of a bitch #BioWare back at again with the don't trust mages rhetoric lmao #feel free to chat with me if you wanna talk about the show #I noticed not a lot of people are talking about it so thought I'd put my thoughts out there

[cosmicwonders]

Mechanis Pre Brandshock

Pronunciation: Meh-Can-Iss Sembla: Gravity Paradigm: Krianian Pronouns: She/Any Height: 15ft Tanja Color: Pink Lace #FFCCFF Eye Colors: Ring one: Pink Lace, Ring two: Anakiwa

Description: Mechanis(also known Mekanis), is a tall, stocky Kraizen of 15ft. Their main body consists of a silver framed in white, while parts descend into deep grays. Their mane is black, with small, star like white, purple, and orange sparkles. Their head is framed in long, ram like horns with antler like protrusions, and along with her claws, are colored pink at base, and cascade into a purple-blue. Their head is framed with six ears, their torso six arms, and their real six tails. From their backmost arms, a webbed, wing membrane can bee seen occasionally for flight, though the webbing seems to be a switchlimb. Normal

Normal(Clothed)

Mekanis was a fairly normal Kraizen. She grew up in a reletivly peaceful area, free of kval and other dangers, though this lead to an appreciation of the world around themselves and other Kraizen. Despite their status as Krianian, they didn't find themselves as a scientist, but rather a artist and musician, and over the years growing into a well known creator with encouragement from their childhood friends Ganrolos and Doranolos. In this, later in life they would be named the Valzivan of thir hometowns Valziva, and encouraging and teaching others as time went on. As time passed though, she slowly found her eyes catching themselves on another Kraizen named Ikaros, and eventually, after many comedic exchanges and talks, would find comfort in one another. Though he was not the only being to catch her eye, as a Jaluan Omni named also had her fancy, and upon growing to know him more and more, would find comfort once again, loving both partners dearly. With her partners, she would have two children, who were her world(along with their partners). Though it almost always felt like something was missing, as time passed, that feeling never went away. As if something deeply important had been forgotten but.. if it was, could it truly have been that important? Personally, she was a kind and passionate Kraizen, who's patience seemed to know no bounds. She often found herself in positions of teaching others to find themselves, and assisting wherever she could. Though she always seemed to be forgetful of certain things, this never seemed to slow them down.

Post Brandshock

Brand Location: Four rings on neck Stress effect: Darkening of colors Mercy Mission Position: Special Ops TRAITOR Known Tethers: Iola Gwilliam, Silvia Iris Draconis Known Planets Attacked: Frostra, Earth

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Normal(Switchlimbs active)

After the Brandshock, Mekanis never felt.. correct. Despite what others said, that it was their mission to end suffering, something always felt off. Had her hands not been used to create? Used to help and aid the youths of their kin? Yet now they were to destroy, maim, harm others? To cure them of suffering? But in her need to survive, they took to blending in, tending to go on missions with teams, only to be the Bringer of the End. Amongst species that could communicate, and knew of her, she was called 'Stars Density' due to her abilities to manipulate the very gravity around herself and others. Using this, she would find and use her Tether to build a machine, meant to intensify the gravitational pull of an object, and then unleash it once the other Vani of the team had completed their tasks, often leaving planets completely decimated. However, as if fate had decided to be in her favor, on one Mission to a planet called Frostra, she met three other Vani who were against the mission, and planned to stop the others from enacting their plans. Following them, she never felt correct yet something felt better, as she fought for the survival of others, rather than to end it. In the end, that planet was saved, the path to it destroyed, but at a heavy cost. Which leads to the present, where she finds herself on a new planet, Earth. Where another team of her kin is attacking, aiming to wipe out the planet, but if she can help it, they will defend humanity, at any cost.

#kenopsia #cosmic wonders #vaniwo #faniwo #fanishing world #kenopsia cosmic wonders #kenopsia stars below

[kinopioa]

Woah, Issue 62 was out since the 5th? How'd I miss that!?

Alright, lemme tear into it @randomthefox @darklightheart

For recap...

"Even though one villain's relevancy was literally over 10 issues ago, and the other is a char that never was introduced in mainline IDW till now"

Lovely start, and the art this issue by Roth. Admittedly I don't dislike his stuff like current ABT and Evan, but I'm expecting meme faces

For the story...

Ian, not every racing game is continuity tied to main games like Riders. This also laughably makes events in Zombot MORE avoidable if everyone had transforming vehicles that fly outside Tails!

Ian also shows he misunderstands why Knux is on Angel Island. Or that Eggman legit has no interest after Adventure 2

In fairness, this is partially cuz Sonic Team is aware fandom is too tied to the idea of him being a guardian for title, even though the reasoning (Angel Island's landmass is risen from survivors of the Chaos incident, to ensure Chaos trapped in the ME isn't accessed), though said reasoning sadly is limited to Japan guides in noting survivors existing (though in game for the Mystic Ruins shows that survivors did indeed depict Chaos, so fans pls)

Regardless, I'm getting too agitated for a small remark from Amy

As she falls in the pit trap-

Oh, it's just...unstable ground? She wasn't in Marble Garden. Knux's patrols also seem poorly done given the ME is still open. Whatever

Amy shows the statu- hey

Wait wait wait (issue 61)

Also Amy oddly is taking credit for this, but Roth is misreading emotions this scene. Also Knux oddly has 2 cheek creases, but meh

Anyway, he teases her for falling through a hole (why is there one), and deduces that the relic that I doubt will be explained why Eggman has it is from Marble Garden mashed with Mystic Ruins. When the latter is literally on Earth...

I love mislabeled geography

Anyway, we cut to this

So first off, when and how do you guys know each other? A phone call to a secretive merc traitor makes sense if Mimic was bounty hunting or an assassin, even had Starline erase records. He's legit been trying to lay low after Bad Guys

Second, Ian, you established that Clutch also wanted to lie low. Why start a public company (which he definitely did not have in the Chaotix issue 48 story)? And why do one that legit was just doing what the Resistence/Restoration was doing? This is genuinely stupid for both time and competition in business

Like salvaging and recycling in an underground market maybe, or for ulterior reasons like a scrap mecha army, but a public company that cleans up? That's stupid

Alright so bar my rant, Mimic doesn't want to infiltrate the Restoration at first, but then Clutch tells him that the lesbians are there

Because clearly, Mimic can't simply bug off rationally, we apparently need backstab drama

Back to Knux-oh come on! (See last panel)

You really expect people to search for the Free Comic day issue? That's bad planning! Same with relying on alt spinoffs!

Worse, they resolved the issue of the burrowing mechs last year (our time) in said Free Comic Day issue! So that's not even an excuse here

That said, half of this page makes me laugh

At least Ian is partially aware no one gives a cent for Jewel. Which is kinda sad

Part 2 cuz image limits: https://www.tumblr.com/kinopioa/723682040470487040/part-1-continuing-on-so-anyway-we-have-amy?source=share

#idw sonic

[emodialisse]

Peter: Phew, good thing I had your back out there, could be really nasty Lichtenberg figures for the ER team to deal with.

Otto: From now on I will much appreciate a little warning beforehand. I have six hands, not a sixth sense.

Peter: It's okay, Doc, I won't gossip. Whenever you like to be manhandle by New York's finest hero, just say so.

Otto: I feel as if we're losing focus. There's something that escaped my mind just now...

Peter: Give me a minute, swing like that without stretching really takes me out of my game. I feel as if my spine has become little Lego pieces...

Otto: Oh, heavens, Peter... Where's Miles?

Peter: Ah, right. I thought... You were watching him?

Otto: No chance, Casanova! I was too busy admiring your eyes for the entirety of that face off with NYSEG's business partner!

Peter: You sound mad. I think--

Miles (over their earbuds): I THINK I MIGHT HAVE SCREWED UP, GUYS!

Our youngest Spider-Man shows up, carrying to the mise en scene a very bitter Vulture, as a certain bug decided to stick on his neck for a piggy back ride.

Peter: Nope, I'm pretty sure I'm seeing a very loose screw right there.

Vulture stopped mid air suddenly, suspended, struggling to fight the boy's grip. But in matters of pugilistic skills, the dreadful engineer wasn't really the biggest threat.

Otto: Adrian, I demand that you put him down this instant!

Peter: Not your best choice of words, Doc...

Adrian: Fuck off, traitor!

Otto: What, you're still on that?

Adrian: You--!! Oh, I'm sorry, I bet it'll serve me right, just like your perfect plan did!

Otto: Cut some slack, old man, it's better for your health.

Adrian: You left us all there to rot, while you eloped with your precious little Spider whore!

Peter: Uh oh, I think he took the “Miss me, miss me” joke seriously... I'm flattered, but you boys don't need to fight over little old me.

Adrian: This isn't about YOU at all, you pusillanimous cad! We could've ruled this city, Octavius, and you took it from us!

Otto: I'm sure you and the rest of the jailbirds will come up with something yourselves. But I won't promise things will go smoothly, so just shut it and yield!

Adrian: Never! The great Adrian Toomes will not submit to such pathetic, impervious minded chimps.

Otto: By Jove, did I used to sound like that?

Peter: Meh, no time for speech classes. First rule of super-heroing, action before words!

Otto: What about the excessive quipping?

Peter: All part of the means of production!

Miles: Hey, don't sweat it, Ock! I got him good, but what we should really worry about is--

Surely the boy made the call right on time, because Max Dillon came crashing into their party to cause a scene, like always. And of course that included an over the top incandescent show. Suddenly each pole pig had been lit from being attached by his wonderfully magnetic personality, exploding some the majority of the circuit breakers. The telecom company must be having a "blast".

#turns out I got more inspiration to write crack fics than normal ones lmao #anyway this is dumb till the end #otto octavius #miles morales #peter parker #dia writes? #maxwell dillon #adrian toomes

[eleanorfenyxwrites]

WIP Wednesday Things-I'm-Working-On Thursday

(once again it's after midnight so I'm actually technically posting this on 'fuck-it's-already-Friday' but you know what? I don't care lol)

Back on Jin Guangyao's birthday I thought about writing something in the Modern Sunshot AU universe (I really just can't stop thinking about pre-fic Nieyao in that AU, they're so important to me T-T) so I started to write what I thought was going to be another shameless excuse to write emotional smut for them, but then I lost interest about 1000 words in and decided meh. So I abandoned this idea but here's what exists of it anyway, might as well put it out into the world (completely unedited tho so be warned haha)

--//--

Meng Yao’s general opinion of birthdays is…neutral, at best. He’s never really had the time for them, nor really the inclination to celebrate them after Meng Shi had died. She used to push him to do something for them, either bake him a little cake or some cookies or something for them to share after dinner. She’d make him something nice, something that took more time than she probably should have spent for something trivial, but it had at least made the day kind of special even if he didn’t have any friends to celebrate with like the rest of the kids he saw.

His first birthday after her death had been the day he’d gone to confront his father and ask for his support, and it had been the day he’d learned his father’s house has a long, luxurious, marble staircase that’s quite painful to be thrown down.

He doesn’t celebrate his birthdays anymore, and would honestly like to forget he even has one in the first place.

The good thing about being wildly unpopular at work is that no one seems to think twice about the fact that he’s been working for Nie Mingjue for years and never once has the non-occasion registered with any of his coworkers. Meng Yao is polite and efficient, but that doesn’t translate to popularity, or anyone deciding they’re curious about his life, and Meng Yao would really like to keep things that way.

Still — as much as he wishes the day could be just like any other, his head for details simply will not let him ever forget, which inevitably means he’s also incapable of forgetting why he has every reason to detest late February, even more so than the fact that everyone hates February.

Meng Yao just keeps his head down and works like usual through the day — a Monday this year, which somehow feels like it’s adding insult to injury. He’s swamped all day long with phone calls, emails, the usual, plus unexpected interruptions in the form of everyone within a three-floor radius, it seems, dropping in to lay a new task or tidbit of information at his feet. Meng Yao takes it all in stride, arranging appointments and meetings and setting reminder after reminder to ensure there’s not a single deadline missed.

By the end of the day he feels wrung out, emotionally and physically drained, but he does his best to hide it as the office empties out in a steady trickle outside his half-open door.

“Yao-ge!” Nie Huaisang calls from his office down the hall. Meng Yao isn’t really sure why Nie Huaisang has decided to adopt him as some sort of elder brother figure when Meng Yao is fairly certain they’re of a similar age, but his stupid traitorously soft heart lifts a little every time Nie Huaisang calls for him so familiarly, and he can’t quite bring himself to tell the other man to stop.

“What is it, Huaisang?” he calls back, still a bit too uncertain of his standing with the Nie brothers to attempt using a nickname in response.

“Da-ge said if I leave I have to bring him some dinner since he’s working late, do you want some, too?”

Meng Yao begins meticulously closing every tab he has open before he can think twice about it (or the headache beginning to bloom behind his eyebrows).

“Yes please, thank you,” he calls back on autopilot. His hands are steady as he snaps his planner shut to tuck neatly down into his bag at his feet.

Nie Huaisang says something about Thai food that Meng Yao doesn’t listen to all that closely. He continues tidying and straightening his already-immaculate desk until he hears Nie Huaisang’s lazy shuffling footsteps heading for the elevator, and only then does Meng Yao slide his chair back and get to his feet with a crisp tug on the hem of his sweater to straighten it.

The only verb that really captures the energy with which he approaches Nie Mingjue’s office is ‘march’. Meng Yao marches to Nie Mingjue’s office with a distinct purpose, and it only takes one glance from Nie Mingjue for Meng Yao to see he understands what’s about to happen.

Meng Yao is exhausted and slightly miserable, and when Nie Mingjue shoves his chair back just enough Meng Yao once again marches across the distance between them to settle himself in Nie Mingjue’s lap as if he belongs there. The edge of the desk digs into his ass and Nie Mingjue has to hold him up by the waist as he readjusts his legs so his knees aren’t digging into the arms of Nie Mingjue’s very nice (if creaky) leather chair, and Meng Yao feels the stupid pointless ridiculous ache in his chest that this awful day always gives him finally start to recede.

“A-Yao —?”

Meng Yao shakes his head quickly and leans in to capture Nie Mingjue’s lips with his own, startled by the way his eyes start to sting at the thought of Nie Mingjue asking him if he’s alright. He doesn’t want to think, he doesn’t want to do or be anything except a little selfish. People do that on their birthdays, don’t they? Claim special privileges, ask for things that they want but don’t really need, demand to be taken care of? Meng Yao can’t really do any of that, but he already knows Nie Mingjue likes this much at least, so it’s not so bad to want it, is it?

He’s pretty sure birthday sex is a thing, and if it’s not then he’ll be that little bit selfish and want it anyway. Nie Mingjue’s hands wrap nearly all the way around his waist when he finally gets with the program, so Meng Yao rewards him with a sharp nip that instantly coaxes him into docility in a way that would likely surprise anyone else who knows him. Only Meng Yao gets to see that tough, unyielding, bullheaded Nie Mingjue is so easy to push down into somewhere soft and pliable.

#the untamed fanfic #WIP Wednesday #Nieyao #modern au #Meng Yao #Nie Mingjue #Nie Huaisang #and then they had rough office sex and NHS definitely knew not to come back with dinner #like he just straight up went home he knew as soon as he told MY that NMJ was staying late they'd do the do #blatantly using that as an excuse to just go on home and not bother with dinner 😂 #he's an opportunist #I should also say that I set this veeeery loosely in my modern sunshot au (pre-fic of course) #but I didn't think at all about like. timelines or anything #and obviously the details are so sparse it barely even matters #think of it like the la croix of settings lol #it's vaguely flavored like the All Dreams universe

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

So i know you said you were just answering Soulmate hdc rn but i need to ask before i forget to :

Hdcs for Photos and Videos of the Future (in case i didn't get the title right; that one AU where Izuku and literally everyone gets to see Izuku's different futures with potential partners)

And if you don't mind I remember you saying you would make another part later on where it happens again and it has other people that he met only after the first Sport Festival so if you don't mind could you tell us about some of the people you will include ?

Headcanons... hmmm... Mostly I have ones for the OCS who won't show up until the Internship, as any others probably will... no wait I do have a few. I also think I posted a list with the future people involved, but I'll remention a few.

-Info Dropper, Izuku's hero mentor for the fic, was trained by Nezu. They are also friends with him. They would have joined UA if the Fae Court didn't snap them up first.

-Aoyama as mentioned in a year older then the other kids. He doesn't talk about it (other then mentioning his non-twink status).

-There is no traitor in this AU.

-Ojiro is queer, though he believed he was straight for a very long time. It's just guys don't really do it for him all the time.

-Fuyumi, who is a potential partner, thought she was gay for a long time as guys never did it for her either. But through time she realizes she is in fact bisexual. (This was done after reading a post about how people don't like showing a 'downgrade' to bisexual from gay even though it happens so fuck it I'm doing it)

-Tsu's parents aren't bad people they just do not understand what they were doing is parentification. After a few years, they do realize but it kind of tarnishes their relationship with the kids.

-Tomoe in this AU would be born when Izuku is about 17/18. She would isntantly be put into foster care. Though now she's gonna get snatched up by Izuku fast.

SPOILERS UNDER CUT

-Toga never becomes a villain due to Anders calling in his old hero friends who swoop in. She gets adopted by them, though she spends a few years in a mental health facility. She is also a potential spouse in the future.

-Shindo meets Izuku during the whole mall thing, while Shigaraki wants to talk to his future husband.

-Hawks is a transman who is also asexual. (less spoilery but... meh)

-One and Two are born when Izuku is about 20-21.

#bnha #bnha au #photos and videos #videos and photos #videos of the future #i cannot remember my tag

[b-a-pigeon]

13. I always like to support the Haters Hating

(@nico-reads)

Thank you for supporting my hating 😌

Here's a list of all the books I rated two stars, since this was miraculously a no-one-star year for me:

Are You My Mother? by Alison Bechdel - I like Fun Home but struggled through all the psychoanalysis-based navelgazing!

The Monster Baru Cormorant by Seth Dickinson - Again, enjoyed Traitor & found this sequel boring

A Memory Called Empire by Arkady Martine - I honestly remember nothing about this, which probably says something

Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir - I realize this will send me to Tumblr jail but I did not vibe with the voice/humor and struggled through the second act. I much preferred Harrow!

On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous, Ocean Vuong: Corny. "It's not fair that the word laughter is trapped inside slaughter" please...

Gender Identity, Sexuality and Autism by Eva Mendes - An entry-level analysis of autistic queerness via self-reports from an unusually privileged segment of the community. Meh.

Detransition, Baby, Torrey Peters: Already talked about this

The Subtweet, Vivek Shraya: Just so annoying

Manhunt, Gretchen Felker-Martin: Fun post-apocalyptic ultraviolence weighed down by its own Twitter-brainedness

Light From Uncommon Stars, Ryka Aoki: Clumsy plotting with some weird tonal disonnace - twee and also kind of hateful?

Bath Haus, PJ Vernon - Might've held its tension if it was about half the length. Maybe.

#ty for the ask! #sorry this is so long lmao

[kyogre-blue]

But now I can’t stop thinking about my new conspiracy theory that the big story world quests have multiple writers/teams. 

The big world quests have always been a mixed bag. Sakura Cleansing was unexpectedly good, with bigger emotional impact than the archon quest. Aranyaka was a very good quest, setting aside the crazy side quest bloat in part two. Golden Slumber was also good and probably the most interesting take we’ve gotten in regard to the desert culture. But at the same time, Ruu’s quest and Zhiqiong were annoying at best. 

I figured it’s just fluctuation in quality. Even good writers can output rather meh stories. Eg, I like Higashige, but he still wrote LB1, which I think is in the bottom tier of LBs. 

Yes, Sumida was annoying as hell, but she’s basically that specific light novel referential humor that we get all over Inazuma, and yes, Ruu was comparatively too simple, but he’s also a child, and the stuff about using Ainu naming on the isolated tribe who sacrifice children is the kind of thing you can easily end up with if you don’t think about this stuff. Yes, Zhiqiong was dragged out and incoherent, but there was certainly an aim for emotional impact there, it just didn’t do anything for me. 

But Golden Slumber and Bilqis are just SO different that it’s hard to imagine they come from the same writer. 

Jeht’s characterization really is just completely different between the two quest chains (which makes her whimsical animation hilariously unsuited in Bilqis). Not only that, her interactions with Benben are a fairly big part of Slumber even though they’re not integral to the story in any way. They’re just something the writer put in because they wanted to. But in Bilqis, Benben is completely removed from the story, with only the barest of acknowledgements. It’s such a large change. 

And then you have the perspective on the desert dwellers. Slumber specifically refutes a scholar who keeps calling Deshret a cruel tyrant, emphasizing that the desert dwellers have their own, correct perspective. That guy throwing in racism like calling them all crooks and untrustworthy is wrong and everyone is pretty done with him. But when we get to Bilqis, the entire Tanit tribe is vicious, delusional killers who backstab each other and call each other traitors, Jeht goes along with all this until it’s about the Traveler specifically, and Liloupar might be a bit much when she calls them desert scum that should be enslaved but she’s our buddy, so we just kind of let it go after a while. 

I just feel like, as a writer, you wouldn’t be willing to completely dismiss and warp everything you created just a few months later? It’s too big a swerve. 

There being multiple writing teams isn’t particularly surprising, honestly. And them splitting up who writes for which patch probably makes sense too, I guess... OK, conspiracy theory is adopted. 

Anyway, the important part is that I can now blame Ruu’s quest on “second world quest team,” hehe.

#playing genshin

[just-miru]

hey sillies, i am back on my pirate William bullshit-

[tw for kinda dark topics (? - nothing too explicit, only the implication of some pretty violent acts i guess) also possible typos here and there]

ok so-

i still can't really decide on this - does he lose both of his pinkies? or does he lose all his left hand fingers except for the pinike? i am leaning more towards the first one, but the second one is pretty interesting too and i just- *screams in indecisive*

i was also thinking about what people would know him as, ya know? i have some ideas (all related to his pinikes of course, hehe-), but once again, i simply can't choose-

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no pinkie Willy (or Willy no pinkie) - if we go with the first option from above.

this one sounds so very silly. it's just so silly. and that's kinda the point. like-

imagine u hear a story about a fearsome pirate, the scourge of the seas even (hehe, alestorm lyrics-) only to then find out he's known as no pinkie Willy- imagine other pirates and stuff trembling in fear just at the mention of his name-

kinda stupid but i still find it funny-

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William pinkie hand (or pinkie hand William) - if we go with the second option from above.

i was thinking of going with Willy instead of William here as well, but it's still kinda meh for some reason, regardless of which one i use.

so yeah, idk. nothing much about this one so far.

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(the) pinkie cutter - this can go for either option.

[here might be some contradictions and stuff because i have so many ideas and thoughts and i can't focus on one alone-]

this one basically tells us from the very start what he does to his enemies and those who dare stay in his way - he cuts their pinikes off.

but he does this more like a warning, u know?

"for now it's just your finger. next time it's gonna be your head." or something like that.

i was also thinking why would he do that? why would he give someone a (more or less said) second chance when he could easily kill them on the spot?

well... what if they could be more useful alive than dead? fear and manipulation are two other weapons this bastard would totally abuse in these scenarios. like-

yeah, maybe this guy tried to kill him just a few minutes ago, but what if William can gain more by keeping them alive? what if he, by playing his cards right, can use them for his own selfishly silly bastard man reasons?

and if they are deemed to be useless or even a traitor of sorts, it's off with their head in an instant.

oh! or... what if instated of a warning, him cutting their pinikes off is some kind of sign of shame? this may be a bit more ooc i guess, but like-

besides killing out of necessity and stuff, what if William also kills when he finds his opponent worthy enough to die by his sword?

and when he finds his opponent unworthy, he marks them by cutting their pinkies so everyone who ever encounters them knows.

*god complex intensifies*

idk, these ideas are kinda messy, but they're only a base (?) of the main idea so far. just woke up not even an hour ago, and my mind is still being bombarded with violent pirate bastard thoughts and i just need to write them down ok-

anyway, moving on-

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ok, i think this name's pretty cool.

wait, no- one second thought. what about... (the) pinkie slayer-

remnant also popped into my head a few times and now i wanna find a way to add it in this mess of a scenario-

i would call this an au, but so far i've been thinking only about the bastard, so idk-

i mean- there are a mett a ton of undertale aus focusing on sans alone, so maybe- maybe this is some sorta au as well, who knows.

#ok but i love how quickly it exacalated like- #from 'what fingers would he lose and what name would people call him' #to whatever i am going on about in the end #silly thoughts silly thoughts #blueycapsules #william afton #my beloved #the lovable bastard <3 #pirate bastard

[tillywhim]

I haven't read the latest version of reality which has spewed unfiltered from Duchess Dreadful’s lips. To be honest, I don't care too. I know from reading columns and reports in newspapers and your various posts here, that as usual, it is a symphony of lies, half-truths, backstabbing, victimhood and hollow victory.

I've seen the photo of Meghan, dressing up deliberately as Diana again, on the front cover of The Cut and my first reaction was meh. My second reaction was isn't it incredibly sad that a woman in her 40s has no identity of her own? It is depressing that she keeps donning the costume of a dead woman and selling herself and her family for money.

There are calls in some quarters for the titles to be stripped (again) and for Harry to be removed as Counsellor of State (also again). I've often called for it in the past myself. Neither of these things is going to happen soon. At present, as deplorable as Meghan is and as duplicitous and traitorous we feel Harry is, our government is dealing with much bigger problems.

There is a cost of living crisis the likes of which hasn't been witnessed in over 40 years. Inflation is at an all-time high. Ofgem which regulates how much energy companies can charge for gas and electricity have removed the price cap restriction and this October, bills are set to rise by 80.6% before going up again in April. Strikes are happening almost daily. On top of all that, we are due to find out who our next Prime Minister will be in a matter of weeks and regardless of who wins, we are doubtless looking at a general election being called shortly after.

My point is, that as underhanded, mean-spirited and nasty as Meghan’s interview undoubtedly was, it's nothing new. It's bread and butter to her. It's the air that she breathes, the reason she gets up in the morning, manna from heaven. Every time she gives an interview like this, she expects a reaction and she gets it. People are talking about her. I'm doing it now. She could care less if we're praising or disparaging her. She just wants everyone to be talking. About HER.

The royal family know this. It's why they don't react to anything she does and rarely make any form of a statement. They refuse to give her what she wants, what she craves and needs. I think they have got it right at this moment in time.

[hikari-ni-naritai]

Oh thats good! The beastmasters (Lyon, Daguza, Pagaga and Clarricie) were easily the best so that's nice. And fair! As much as I did start liking Bjalsaljen (I think he's called, the main guy?) The overwhelming amount of bara furries was a little meh. I really liked Misija being there for variety/there finally being a femroe after Moenbryda back in ARR... I guess there is Merlwyb who is cool but you get what I mean. BUT yeah I think I just liked the idea of an imperial traitor who had reasons for doing so, with this imperial legion being the most sympathetic, so when she was really fucking sadistic suddenly it was a little off putting, and then the clumsy "We pushed her to do this" fell a little flat, since, no one pushed her to create abominations from people who frankly had very little to do with her oppression which was a shame to me. If they made the betrayal of Queen Gunnhildr less ancient maybe I'd understand, but now she just went on a revenge rampage hundreds of years too late for something that, to me at least, seemed kinda of necessary since I think the Queen got influenced by the blade too much? Though I'm not sure the flashbacks were weird). It just felt like it had the same issues SB had, with interesting points and characters which get shafted by a story that fumbles it.. In SB it was too much of the same point getting hammered in over and over, while in Bozja it was like, what I just rambled about and having way too many furry men, maybe some Hyur if you're lucky. SPEAKING of maybe more interesting haha, what's your favorite race after catgirls? I like catgirls even if they are a bit everywhere, but I think you can guess my favorite by the first bit of this ask. Jesus this got long im sorry

After catgirls I like au ras a lot. The first two retainers I made were au ra and the only non-catgirl alt I've made was an au ra who I love deeply. I can't say I really get the appeal of femroes. I'm wondering if it has to do with the fact that I'm very rarely attracted to anyone without getting to know them first. Like you'd have to be extremely fucking cute for me to appreciate it without having an emotional connection, and catgirls and au ras are the only two races that really pull that off for me. Hyur girls can be cute too. I lost my train of thought. Love you anon 💙

[shina-moon-art]

People talk about Ann and Kuzan on this blog a lot could we have some headcanons of Ann and Mihawk I'm curious what you think of their dynamic/past...

Hello Anon you are now my favorite, I love Ann, I really do. She’s in my top three favorite characters I’ve ever designed but lord am I not a Kuzan enjoyer. I appreciate his character, and before getting involved in this fic I was just kinda meh about him, I still am but now it’s like your daughter dating some boy you don’t have any strong feelings towards but you want her to be happy so you don’t really say anything.

ANYWAY

hmm, Mihawk is a very interesting character to me and I’m gonna be taking a crack at writing him soon but for Ann? She was a challenge, just another swordsman to overcome. Honestly when they first met he was probably already stronger and better at the blade than her. As we’ve seen in the story already, Ann uses her blade both as an extension of herself and as a tool, but not the same way Mihawk does. Mihawk almost seems to treat himself as an extension of the blade rather than the opposite, most swordsman operate similarly even if they often say when teaching that the blade should feel like an extension of you. To be fair the line is a little blurry, when you get good enough the line where the weapon ends and you begin matters less and less. But anyway Ann was well… amateur at best, but she had two things going for her, she had amazing reflexes and brute strength.

So while she didn’t battle with the usual grace of a swordsman she was strong, strong enough that if he hadn’t been using Yoru (or any other graded blade) the blade probably would have snapped. Mihawk, confronted by a challenge not dictated by skill decided to quite simply beat sword knowledge into her. Ann learned most, if not all of her swordplay knowledge from Mihawk which, whenever the fact is brought up he will always say it was just a whim ( true, but he praised his own foresight to forge a worth opponent himself after Shanks lost his arm) and despite his lamentations of loosing such a rival, Ann’s desertion of the navy and subsequent joining of the red hairs means he still has an excuse to visit. (Both events he’s learn about long after they happened, as isolated as he is. The navy thought it better to not notify him of Ann’s status due to their knowledge of his opinion of her [a surface level opinion, a strong opponent yes, but that is not all he thinks of her].

It was only after he’d sailed into marineford demanding a duel that he found out what happened (dead they say, lost to the flaming shores of Ohara) what a joke he thinks, someone like her would not die from a dive into the sea. He was right of course, not that he’d tell the navy that, nor would he tell them of where he knew she would be. Garp was the one to tell him and if it weren’t for Mihawk’s natural disposition he may have actually laughed, he promptly called Garp a fool and left without another word.

Marine ships and bases were not so lucky however, it was obvious to anyone who knew him that he was going out of his way to destroy them, well, barely out of his way. To the marines it just seemed like he was more irate than usual (Sengoku assumes it’s at the loss of his marine sparring partner, Garp knows otherwise). Mihawk is not the kind of man to get upset over someone else’s honor, but Ann was one of the few who could actually contend with him and they had the gall to not only say she was dead but to brand her a traitor (not to mention that now he has to go searching for wherever Shanks had run off too EVERY time rather than just some of the time.

It’s late so im gonna stop here but I hope you enjoy!! Mihawk was another character where I was like yep he exists but I’ve read a couple really good fics that he’s in and well, he’s one of the favs now

#one piece #portgas d. ann #the roger marine #ann one piece #dracule mihawk #hawkeye mihawk #one piece mihawk #op mihawk