#this scene was waaay too distracting

[codychristiantreasures]

Shower Asher.

#cody christian #this scene was waaay too distracting #the most necessary unnecessary scene #can’t get over how hot he is #I just want to shower with him now #asher adams #all american #theo raeken #teen wolf #mike montgomery #pll #codychristianedit #cody allen christian #cody christian edit

[thechaoticdruid]

[The Spawn Vs The Ascendant] (2)

Astarion(s) x Tav

Plot: Tav has been kidnapped by The Vampire Ascendant. The Spawn rushes back to regroup with the rest of their band of weirdos in order to plan a rescue!

Content Warning: 18+, Ascended Astarion, sexual content, toxic relationships, violence, blood, physical abuse, death, AA is a bit of a yandere, but I mean you probably already knew that, characters may be ooc, grammar/spelling mistakes are possible, threats of harm, 2 Tavs, Male and female.

Part 1: Right here

Part 2: We're here

Part 3: This waaay!

[Savegame 2: About a month after the defeat of the Elderbrain.]

Tav walked into the brothel, hugging himself with his arms as his ruby colored eyes flicked back and forth around the room nervously. The robe he wore while indeed quite useful revealed far too much of his thighs for the young man’s liking. 

“Something troubling you, little love?” His partner smiled, looping his arm around the shorter male’s waist.  

“I’m fine…I just….feel a bit exposed…” Tav shivered a bit. Though it was his own idea to put on this accursed robe to delight his partner for their night out he was now realizing he maybe had been in over his head. 

“Don’t you worry, my treasure. If anyone lays a hand on you without my permission I'll rip out their throat.” Astarion tugged the spawn against his form before planting a slightly aggressive kiss upon Tav’s cheek. Tav gave a small smile and leaned into Astarion's embrace before the two of them headed upstairs. 

“Well aren't you a beautiful little lady.~” A tall and  slightly drunk sounding half-orc stumbled across the room as he looked Tav over with a lustful gaze.

“LADY!?” All of Tav's bashfulness faded away as his expression turned to anger. His fangs were bared and his fists were clenched.  “I'm a boy- er..man! I'm a man!” Tav huffed out with a wolf-like growl.

The half-orc blinked a bit, looking Tav over. Tav's androgynous looking appearance was confusing the brothel goer.  His soft facial features and long eyelashes did make him look rather feminine. That along with his short stature and current attire definitely did not help.  

“But you're so pretty," the half-orc said, his words slurring as he took a step closer towards the short vampire spawn. "You look like a woman to me.”

Astarion watched as his little spawn shook with rage. 

“Oh dear.” He sighed, looking down at his nails for a moment as his pet proceeded to stomp towards the much larger male. Astarion's little love did have quite the vicious temper at times. 

 He raised one clawed finger after another counting.

One. Two. Three. 

The sound of a scuffle could be heard, followed by crashing and wolf growls all the while the vampire lord started looking over his nails. A slightly off key hum leaving his lips as a few screams from the half-orc were heard. 

After a few moments there was a thudd before Tav walked back over towards his lover. 

“Sorry, I may have got a little distracted.” Tav rubbed the back of his head. An unconscious and severely bruised body laid behind him. 

“I'm a little disappointed you left him alive, but I am eager to get on with tonight's main event so let's not waste anymore time.” Astarion held out his hand allowing his lover to take it before the two of them continued up another set of stairs. Tav's little scene had caused a few heads to turn though no one dared to get involved.  

They entered a dark room on the top floor. The sweet scent of lavender hit Tav's senses as he and Astarion entered the room.

“Back again already?” A seductive voice rang out. 

A female drow stepped out and wrapped her arms around Tav just as a second male drow moved in and did the same to Astarion. “Did you miss us that badly?” The male purred. Tav's shivered a bit before he looked down at his feet. 

“How could we not? The service last time was….mouthwatering.~” Astarion turned to face the drow behind him, “wasn't it my treasure?” 

“Ah….y-yes….it was really nice..” Tav stuttered, if he could still blush his face would be on fire right now. He bit his lip, his left fang drawing blood.

“Perhaps we should continue on from last time then?” The female drow said, lips dangerously close to Tav's ear. 

~~~

Nearly thirty minutes had passed. Lustful cries and groans echoed throughout the room. Once everyone was spent, Tav found himself snuggled up in his master's lap, his head pressed against his chest as he listened to Astarion's heartbeat. 

It was strange to think that not too long ago these roles had been reversed. The sound was comforting even if the person it came from became less and less so these days. 

“Pet.” Astarion spoke quietly as he noticed the two courtesans had drifted off into a slumber. 

“Yes?” Tav glanced upwards.  

“You haven't fed in three days.” 

“I'm not hungry…” Tav lied, he could feel the gaping maw deep inside him crying out as they spoke, but he did his damndest to ignore it. He'd only ever really allowed himself to feed from Astarion since his turning, which did not happen often. ‘Too much may drive you mad.’ 

His master would say. Perhaps that was possible, but he knew it was more likely that Astarion didn't want to risk giving him his freedom back.  

“What have I said about lying to me?” Astarion gripped his spawn’s face, pinching Tav's cheeks between two fingers and making him return his gaze.

“I'm sorry.” Tav replied.

Astarion thought for a moment before glancing over at the sleeping bodies besides. Tav's eyes widened in surprise. “No, Astarion, please don't make me-” 

“Feed,” was all his master said, glowing red eyes bore into his soul before his body began to react on its own. He moved over to the male drow slowly, his teeth grit together and deep inside feelings of utter disgust and pure delight waged war against one another.  Shakily Tav placed a clawed hand over the male and turned him so that his neck was exposed.  His eyes grew wide at the sight of the grey skinned male’s jugular, his tongue instinctively flicked over his fangs. 

Finally he bit down, sinking his fangs into the mortal’s flesh. Warm blood dripped onto his tongue, sending a feeling of euphoria coursing through his body.  Tav moaned barely even noticing his master petting his head before Astarion sank his own fangs into the female drow, not wasting a second to begin feasting upon her life force.  It only took a few moments before both courtesans were sucked dry. Tav breathed out heavily, blood dripped down his chin, his hands shook as he looked down at the lifeless body in front of him. They didn't need to die. They had never done anything wrong to him. This was sickening.

“That's a good boy.” Astarion's voice rang out, breaking Tav from his trance. “Now come here.~”

The Vampire Lord pulled his spawn back into his lap, possessively draping his arms around him before locking their lips. Tav hesitantly returns the kiss allowing his master's tongue inside to claim and dominate his mouth. “Mmm…” Tav moaned, feeling Astarion pull him flush against his bare body, leaving no space between them as blood and saliva mixed. The spawn wrapped his arms around his master's neck feeling Astarion's nails dig into his back slightly. The vampire lord pulled back a bit, taking in a breath of air before forcing his tongue back into Tav's mouth, his hands gripping his ass as he began to grind against him.

Feelings of guilt and shame were forgotten for now as Tav allowed himself to become lost in his master. 

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[Savegame 1: Act 3, lower city.]

The silver haired vampire spawn jerked out of the way as his companion’s undead counterpart lunged at him quickly with her spear.  Halsin dropped to all fours, quickly wild-shaping into a bear with glowing red eyes. 

“Shit.” The high elf cursed. His arm was still bleeding badly so using his bow likely wouldn't do him any favors. He needed to get away and find his companions.  Quickly he reached into his pack and tossed out a vial of acid onto the ground in front of the spawn versions of his friends before he turned and made a dash for it. 

He needed to get back to the others, have Shadowheart heal his arm and then force Gale to come up with a plan on how to rescue Tav.  Astarion didn't want to think about what his counterpart might do to her. It still made him sick thinking about what that other version of himself had become. Treating Tav like she was just some object he could take!  And what had happened to the others. Turning them into tools to be used it all hit far too close to home for him.  It reminded him too much of Cazador…

Astarion wasn't really sure when he stepped through the Elfsong’s doors, or if he had been able to successfully shake off the other spawn.

Everything had just kind of faded away for a while, leaving only his fears of what could possibly happen to Tav. He knew she was strong, but this was different. She'd be up against a foe with the power of seven thousand souls, all on her own.  

“Astarion? Hells, what happened to you!?” Wyll’s voice brought him back to reality as he stumbled into the room where the others had been. Most of them were relaxing or fast asleep.

 The blood from his wound dripped down onto the floor, building into a small puddle at his feet.

“Tav's gone!” Was all he needed to say to get everyone’s attention. Shadowheart swiftly healed his wound as Astarion began to catch everyone up on the current situation. He attempted to explain what had transpired to the best of his abilities, making sure not to leave out any important details.

“So you're saying Tav has been kidnapped by an another version of yourself from an alternate reality, who apparently went through the rite of profane ascension. Fascinating, but if what you say is true he must have immeasurable power. The ability to traverse time and space itself is no small feat.” Gale exclaimed, his face full of intrigue. “This is truly astonishing.”

Astarion glared at him slightly, a little annoyed the wizard seemed more concerned with how his counterpart got here than the fact that he fucking kidnapped Tav!

“Need I remind you that our leader has been taken!?” The vampire growled. 

“How am I not surprised there's an evil version of you who turned us all into slaves.” Shadowheart sighed and crossed her arms. 

“I think you mean eviler version.” Gale added.

“Arghh! Why are we sitting around talking!? We need to get out of here and go save Tav, damnit!!” Karlach shouted. 

“Patience Karlach. We need to think of a plan first.” Wyll stepped in as he noticed the Tiefling was starting to heat up, steam coming off her body.

“If I remember my studies, true vampires can become alarmingly possessive of their paramours. He’ll likely be prepared to slaughter us all in order to keep Tav. That being said, it's also very likely he won't harm her.” Gale said, glancing over at Astarion who bore a very grim expression.

“You don't know that.” The silver haired elf replied with a fearful look in his eyes. An intense worry was practically eating him alive from the inside. It's like fear was gnawing and tearing at his innards.

“We will get her back, Astarion. I promise you.” Karlach said in an attempt to comfort him.

“Worry not my fanged friend. If we're lucky Tav will likely have rescued herself by the time we find her. She's very resourceful.” Wyll said, placing his hand on the elf's shoulder.

“Yes, our Tav does have a way of giving arrogant foes a run for their money. Still it would be best that we're there to back her up and to do that we need to find her.” Gale thought for a moment before looking back at the vampire spawn.

“Astarion, it's your counterpart we'll be looking for. Think carefully, where would you have taken Tav?”

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[Savegame 1: Act 3, Crimson Palace]

The Vampire Ascendant looked down at the human female as she twiddled her finger and stared at her hands. He was looking at her with what she could assume was admiration? Lust? Hunger? Hard to tell honestly. This ‘living vampire’ somehow seemed even less alive than her undead partner. 

“So uh…. What the hells is up with the collar? This some kind of kink?” Tav asked, tugging on the neck piece around her throat.

“How naughty,” Astarion chuckled. “No, my dear, this is simply a precaution. To keep you from hurting yourself.” A far too perfect smile spread across the Ascendant's face as he reached out to caress Tav's cheek with a clawed finger. She shivered though she wasn't sure if it was in disgust or not. 

“More like keep me from hurting you…” Tav growled under her breath. 

“Careful love,” Astarion gripped her chin and made her look up at him,”while I may adore you, I certainly have no qualms with punishing my precious pet.” Tav opened her mouth for a moment before soon closing it. He had this look in his eyes that frightened her. With this damn silencing collar she had barely any way of defending herself. So for now she had to be careful.

Satisfied with her submission the vampire lord placed a rough kiss on her forehead. 

“Good girl.You'll come to love your place at my side in time, I'm sure.” Astarion ruffled her hair, petting her head as if she were a dog. 

“Are you going to make me a spawn then?” Tav asked, glaring up at his hand as she contemplated biting off his fingers.

“In time…We are going to do things a little differently than before. For now I still have a few obstacles to handle. Disposing of any rivals and taking care of that pesky brain.” Astarion said, continuing to pet her head.  

“Wait a minute. You're not going to take me back to your own timeline?” Tav asked in confusion. Astarion’s hand retreated from her hair, his face hardened a bit.

“There's nothing else left for us there now. Trust me.” He turned away before suddenly looking up and noticing a figure walk inside. Tav’s eyes quickly scanned the person recognizing them as her wizard companion Gale, but like Lae'zel his eyes were a bright glowing red. 

Gods. Has he turned all of them?

Tav thought to herself, clenching her fists. It was hard to believe in another time, another life he'd done this. Enslaving the very people who helped him achieve his freedom. She wondered exactly what happened to her own counterpart. From how Astarion spoke about him it was quite clear to her that he was no longer alive.  Possibly killed judging from how the vampire lord had mentioned that he was taken from him.

“My lord, Halsin and Shadowheart have returned. The sunrise drove them back to the palace.” Gale announced, quickly walking over and kneeling before the Ascendant.

“And what about my spawn self?” 

“He escaped.” As Gale said that, a heavy weight left Tav’s chest. Her lover was alive at least. He'd likely have gone back to the others to plan a rescue. Hopefully they'd be able to find her location.

“Send them in here.” Astarion said coldly.

The room went silent as the wizard walked out. Tav glancing back and forth, her mind telling to run, sprint out of here and grab anything she could use as a weapon, but she knew either Astarion or Lae'zel would corner her in an instant and without her magic, without her blades, without her beastly form she was no match for them. She was helpless and absolutely despised it. Falling into the role of a captured damsel in distress made her blood boil.  

The large doors to the ballroom swung open, Halsin and Shadowheart slowly walked, looking a little singed from the morning sun. 

“Why the hells did you let him escape!?” 

Both of them knelt down before him.

 “Forgive us. We underestimated him, master.” Shadowheart said. 

“You were supposed to finish him off then and there! Now he's likely to bring the others with him.” 

“Let us wait it out until sunset. If you send the four of us next time we can dispatch all of them.”

“They could very well be here before then, you idiot!” Astarion took hold of Shadowheart’s throat, lifting his spawn off the ground and tightening his hand around her neck. Tav's face went pale, a look of utter shock and horror was in her eyes. The fact that this wasn't the same Shadowheart she'd been traveling with didn't even register. All she knew at this moment was that her friend was being choked to death. 

“Shadowheart!”She shouted.

“Master please!” Halsin begged. 

“Honestly I should just throw you both back outside to burn in the sun, but perhaps spending a few weeks impaled may be better motivation not to fail me next time.” Astarion spoke through gritted teeth, his claws now digging into the half-elf’s flesh, drawing blood.

“Astarion stop!” Tav suddenly ran over and grabbed his arm. The vampire lord almost immediately snapped his head around to look at her, brows furrowed and fangs bared. He looked absolutely feral, like he was ready to bite her head off. Literally. But before he had the chance to snarl out a response Tav dropped to her knees, clutching his shirt as she began to beg.

“Please. Don't hurt them. Please! I'll….I'll do whatever you want….” Tears slowly formed in the corners of her eyes as she stared up at him. 

Slowly his eyes softened as he looked back at her. He released the cleric, dropping her to the ground. Shadowheart fell to her knees, hands immediately moving up to sooth her bruised and bleeding throat as she began coughing up a little blood.

Astarion sighed, “looks like I'll have to call some wolves to make up for your failure. In the meantime… Gale! Make sure all the entrances are magically barred. I don't want anyone interrupting me and my pet! We have some catching up to do.” Tav then felt herself be pulled up off the ground, immediately being wrapped up in the Ascendant's embrace.  

~~~

He was rather unpredictable, this Vampire Ascendant. Tav felt as if she was walking on eggshells while she was within his presence.

However on the brightside he seemed carelessly arrogant. He'd summoned some wolves to patrol and guard his palace instead of simply going after the threat himself. Maybe deep down he didn't think he'd be able to defeat them alone? Or maybe he saw them as not worth his time? He’d most likely claim the job was beneath him anyway. Regardless, Tav's escape was still a priority.  She needed to find some way to get this collar or arm herself with a weapon. 

Tav sat beside him on a fine silk sofa. The study was warmed cozily by the flames of a fireplace. There were no windows, but plenty of candles were set to keep the room illuminated. Astarion’s arm was draped around her as his eyes trailed over her face. She couldn't help but squirm and recoil from his touch. This was not her lover, no matter how much he looked, sounded or even behaved like him at times.

“You don't need to be afraid of me, my treasure. I only want to keep you safe.” His tone was soft, gentle even, but Tav knew better. Most of what left his mouth had to be complete and utter horseshit! 

Oh so that's why you kidnapped me, threatened me, and left me completely powerless? Yes! That makes soooo much sense! 

Abigail walked into the room, carrying a large tray in her arms. She set it down on a table in front of them before slowly stepping away and exiting. 

“Here, I made sure to get your favorite.” Astarion ran a hand over her shoulder affectionately as Tav looked over noticing a large bottle of port and and plate of fine cheeses. 

Damnit. He knows my weakness.

Tav stared down at the tray, biting down on her lip as her mouth watered a bit.  Tav grabbed hold of a piece of cheese and slowly nibbled away on it before downing it with some of the port.

Her eyes were still shooting daggers at the vampire. She then sighed before calming down a little.

“What do you plan on doing with me after all this is over, my lord?” She said, taking another swing of port. 

“Hmm…While I do think that you would make a beautiful little spawn I intend to savor this…Warm body for a while yet.” He purred, running a hand over her thigh. Tav shivered, then something caught her eye. On an end table beside the sofa laid a peculiar looking comb. It appeared to be wooden with a rather sharp pointy end.  An idea began to form in her mind, but she needed to be careful and wait for the right moment.

“Why wait on turning me? You have me right here…Right where you want me after all.” Tav took another drink. Perhaps if he were to believe she were a bit more careless due to drink this could work.  

“Lets just say I have my reasons and leave it at that dear.” He said before taking the bottle from her hand and drinking some himself. Tav swung a leg over his lap, trying to appear a bit more relaxed. “You're still going to become my consort however, once we destroy the brain everything will be as it was. We'll be together for good this time. Forever.” Astarion smiled softly before placing a hand on Tav's cheek staring into her eyes longingly.

Star…..Please forgive me….

  Tav leaned in slowly, placing her hands on his chest before closing the gap between him, planting a sweet kiss on his lips. His arms almost immediately wrapped around her caressing her form as his tongue snuck it's way into her mouth.

Tav fell back against the couch, allowing him to pin her down. His knee parted her legs as he slowly began to grind himself into her. 

Tav pulled back a bit for air, immediately seeing the dazed look in his eyes. 

“It's been far too long since I've tasted you.” He panted, a lustful grin on his face. Tav tilted her head baring her neck before him. Astarion didn't even hesitate before biting down into it.

“A-Ah….” Tav gasped, fingers clawing at his clothes as she felt the pain of his bite. She waited till he began to suckle on her neck, allowing him to be intoxicated by her blood before she made her move. Her hand quickly reached out for the wooden comb....

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Note from ChaoticDruid:  PART TWO LETS GO!!!

Because part one did so well I decided to continue it. As of right now I can only see this going to maybe five parts max.  Also sorry for the cliff hanger but I thought it would be a good spot to end on. I'm totally surprised some of y'all were actually feeling bad for AA last chapter, but I guess somehow I made him actually sympathetic. 

I plan to dive more into AA and M!Tav’s past in the next chapter and also give a little insight to my original character Abigail. 

Oh and in case anyone was wondering Savegame 2 Wyll and Karlach are not Vampire Spawns. They left to go to Hells and avoided it all together. Karlach canonly cannot be turned into a vampire so yeah….

#silly me forgot the tags #astarion ancunin #baldurs gate 3 #ascended astarion #astarion my beloved #astarion romance #bg3 tav #bg3 #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion bg3 #druid tav #female tav #male tav #shadowheart #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #spawn astarion #vampire spawn #vampire ascendant #halsin #wyll ravengard #karlach #astarion fanfic #lae'zel

[iamfujoshiwe]

VegasPete Rambling

I usually only read Japanese Manga. I even filtered my search to strictly show only Japanese Manga. And out of nowhere I have this urge to try watching Live Action BL Drama I filtered them to Japanese too. But to be honest I'm not fond of Japanese BL Drama. Well maybe my taste is just different from others (I only watched a few of them so who knows). Sometimes the acting is weird. I guess a good comedy/gag in manga is just not translated well enough in live action.

Aaannndd in the middle of searching BL Drama I discovered the fckn "KINNPORSCHE THE SERIES". I saw them a few times on tumblr. Some gifs. Some fangirling posts. I was sceptic about Thai BL. I didn't even know Thai BL exist until now. But I decided to give it a try anyway. And boy do I fell hard. HARD!!! It altered the chemistry in my brain!! KPTS had aired two years ago and I just found it now???? Have I live in the cave all my life????

From ep 1 I immediately fell in love. The acting, the character's chemistry, and everything is so amazing. I didn't sense any awkward acting/dialogue I usually saw in Japanese BL Drama (No offense really, it was just me). I literally stopped reading all my followed BL/Non BL Manga and and even stopped reading the new ones too.

All the time my mind just screaming "WHAT A FINE MAN" everytime Porsche appeared. But for real Apo is soooooo good looking.

And when Kinn appeared I just got distracted by his chest. Sir, buttons exist for a reason you know. What grudge do you have with them? (Not that I mind of course). Mile is born to play Kinn.

Then I met VegasPete couple. Let me tell you, when I have obsesssion I really do obsess them to oblivion. Having tunnel vision about them. VegasPete takes the cake.

At first I have this thought: Every actor in KPTS is so good looking so why this vegas character is… not as good looking as them? (Yeah I want to kill my past self for that).

I have this funny feeling about thai actor's voice. Maybe because Thai language is a foreign language to me. I don't hear them often, as opposed to english and japanese (and my main language of course). That's one of the reason why I filtered my search to just Japanese BL Drama. But Vegas' voice OMG. I adore his voice so much. And Bible speaking english is just * CHEF'S KISS * I melted everytime I listen to his voice. BIBLE SPEAKING ENGLISH IS A GIFT TO HUMANITY!! AND THAT HUMANITY IS ME!!!

When VegasPete plot took off, my focus immediately shift to them (I am sorry Kinn and Porsche). I can't count how many times I rewatched their scenes.

I definitely have to include Pete's cry in Yok's bar (when he met vegas after he had ran away from safehouse) and swimming pool (after Vegas got shot). Such a raw emotion. 100 point for Build! I come to love him because his crying voice lol.

Vegas and Pete easily become my favorites. So naturally I have to search for their actor right? And thus began my search for Bible and Build…..

ONLY FOR MY HEART TO BE CRUSHED! MY SHIP HAD SUNK ALREADY!

Build's scandal on his old socmed post? His scandal with Poi? I don't really mind. But Build talking bad about Bible? Yeah my heart couldn't take it. It's in pieces (In a way I'm glad because when all the chaos took place I haven't entered the fandom yet so I never encounter their fan's toxicity). But I respect their decision to go their own way. I know it's not healthy for them to continue working together. So yeah I am sad but their mental health is more important.

Soooooo now I'm still deep in VegasPete swamp (with occasional breaking down when I remember BibleBuild). I choose to sink in VegasPete fanfictions on ao3. And woah there are soooo many amazing author there. Their fics are spectacular! I can't thank them enough for doing God's work creating those holy VegasPete fics.

Oh and anyway I read VegasPete novel too. But I don't like it…. their character are too different from the show. Honestly fanfictions are waaay better…. KinnPorsche novel too. One chapter and I was like nope, I couldn't bring myself to read further. End of story.

And that's why as of now I still can't read manga or watch any other BL Drama. Damn VegasPete! (Affectionate). My waiting list are Not Me The Series and Last Twilight. I hope I'll collect enough braincell soon so I can start watching them. There are so many BL and Non BL manga I haven't continue reading.

#kinnporche the series #vegaspete #vegas kornwit theerapanyakun #pete phongsakorn saengtham #vegas theerapanyakul #pete phongsakorn #bible wichapas #kinn anakinn theerapanyakul #porsche pachara kittisawasd

[quanblovk]

Whenever DMK takes it too far on bullying Meta Knight, GK would slap his head so hard that he gets GROUNDED into the floor like a bamboo shoot and then makes him apologize.

DMK's waaay too flabbergasted to be angry anymore and unconsciously says sorry (he doesn't even know if he means it or not, he's too shocked to even think lol)

MK would be abit hurt by what DMK said earlier but the scene unfolding in front of him quickly distracts him from the emotional damage and snaps him back to reality.

This allows them both to somehow reconcile, a happy ending!

#Galacta's familiar with sibling quarrels so usually he doesnt step in since it's all in good fun #but he still feels responsible and acts as damage control so their relationship doesn't get any worse #quan blovk #my art #digital drawing #kirby nintendo #doodle #galacta knight #comic #Dark Meta Knight #Meta Knight #GK: I can fix him!

[showtoonzfan]

Since Kennedy Phillips worked for the sound design on the recent Helluva episode (and you can tell he improved) I decided to go back to the video he posted on his work for the Hazbin pilot, and to this day I still find this video interesting to watch. I give the Hazbin pilot a lot of flack for its sound design (aka the ungodly amount of annoying sound effects) but watching the process behind the scenes video of each scene with no dialogue or music playing to distract you is actually enjoyable. I feel bad, I admire this guy for the work he did, what I especially like is the idea that each character has a certain motif or theme to their sound effects, I’ll give credit where it’s due because that was something unique that I really liked, my personal favorites are Alastor’s radio. I also like how he tried nail down even the smallest details, like the clopping sounds of character’s shoes, or the mere background of explosions or screams to bring the chaos of Hell to life. However, at the same time that just doesn’t take away the overloaded amount of sound effects the pilot (and even the scenes he’s shown) has. I can see what Viv and her crew were trying to accomplish with this show, taking inspiration from old cartoons, but not only does it not help since each scene is filled with utter chaos in the FINAL product since the sound mixing was flawed, but even here there are too many sound effects. I honestly wouldn’t mind this guy working on the actual show for Hazbin, because the potential is THERE, he just needs to tone it WAAAY down.

I think the biggest problem is just that Viv and her team didn’t exactly understand why certain cartoons have so many sound effects or loud music in the first place. Viv confronted the criticism she had gotten regarding this in that 2019 surprise Q and A livestream, and said that she was taking inspiration from old Hanna Barbara cartoons like Tom and Jerry or Flintstones, or mainly cartoons around that time. What she apparently doesn’t understand is that those cartoons had sound effects and loud music for a REASON. Most cartoons back then had little to no dialogue, so they relied on the music and effects to tell the story and help bring the cartoon to life. Hazbin is completely different from those cartoons because this is obliviously a HEAVY dialogue show where characters are going to be talking 24/7, you can’t even compare them. That’s why rather than comparing Hazbin to Scooby Doo or Tom and Jerry like Viv intended I guess?….people compared it to the fucking whip sound effect from Johnny Test, because that’s legit what it is. It’s sound effects being showed down your throat when a character could simply move their body, and it’s way too much and overwhelming. With that said, I wouldn’t mind Kennedy’s ideas like follies or themes being used for the actual show, just tone it down for God’s sake lol.

#vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin critical #vivziepop criticism #hazbin hotel criticism #vivziepop critique #hazbin hotel critique #hazbin critique #hazbin criticism #sound effects #Youtube

[kitkatt0430]

3, 13, 18, 20, 25, 26, and 32 for the writing ask game!

3.) How would you describe your writing style?

I tend towards third person omniscient-ish but with a focus on a specific character's PoV. So if I've got multiple characters in a scene, then the narration will focus on one character's experience of the scene - their thoughts and impressions of what's going on - without going into detail about what other characters are thinking/feeling beyond the clues the PoV character picks up on from body language and the like. (Sometimes I'll show the same scene from two different PoVs just to show how differently two people experience the same event, which is fun.) However the narrator-voice of the third person view may be more aware of things and hint at that despite largely restricting the info to the PoV character's understanding of things. Hence the 'omniscient-ish' descriptor. (I do like making fun of the things Eobard thinks he knows and does not sometimes. Gotta poke at his ego on occasion.)

I like to be silly with my descriptions - definitely been known to have a character staring at an inanimate object and then note that 'for obvious reasons, the inanimate object did not stare back'... though if it's got eyes, it very well might. ;)

I try to have a good balance of angst, fluff, and whimsy when I write because, to me anyway, to much of just one can make the whole thing fall apart. Cisco, even at his most angsty moments will make nerdy references. Kara being fluffy will still be tempered by her anxieties. And even something like Hartley drunk dialing Cisco to complain about Eobard's banana aesthetic will still be rooted in Hartley struggling to deal with his lack of closure over Harrison Wells.

(On a related note, that writing style comparison tool that's been around looooong before AI showed up says that my style is similar to that of Agatha Christie's. Which, if it really is, that's pretty cool. I do admire her writing a great deal.)

13.) Rate your worldbuilding skills from 1 to 10.

I'd say 7 or 8. I've got room for improvement, but I'm pretty good at wielding two different fandoms together in ways that make sense and I'm not too shabby at creating new world ideas from scratch either. I'm also my biggest critic about this because I know when what I'm trying to say doesn't make it from my brain to the page quite the way I wanted to. Which is how the magic system in Here There Be (a) Dragon got away from me a bit. (It's a little confusing, but overall it turned out good enough for me to be quite pleased by it.)

18.) First, second, or third person?

While I might experiment with first or second person from time to time, usually if I clean it up for posting it winds up third person anyway. I'm just waaay more comfortable writing - and reading - third person. Though I'm more likely to read first/second person fiction than write it.

20.) Do you work on a single project or many at the same time? How does that work for you?

I've usually got a few active WiPs in progress at any given time. Which can be chaotic. But sometimes I'll focus on a single story and just kinda crank it out to the exclusion of whatever else I was working on before I had the idea. (*looking directly at The Pied Piper of Central City*)

25.) Is writing the whole thing beforehand better or worse than writing it as you go?

I don't know really. Sometimes I loose inertia because I'm trying to keep chapters to postable chunks neither too large nor too big. Sometimes I loose inertia because I'm trying to finish it all in one go and getting some feedback that others enjoy the story might have actually given me the focus necessary to complete it. And sometimes the idea is too big and I wind up distracted by other ideas and wow has the hiatus really been that long? Which, the last one happens whether I post-as-i-go or not.

I think I like posting more than not-posting just because... even if I don't finish something, at least I've shared it.

26.) What would you describe as OOC?

So I have two different descriptions based on where the OOC behavior is coming from.

For OOC behavior in canon, it's behavior that require's outside explanation to make sense. Such as, on the Flash, Cisco's S5 arc. After S2 and S3 showed Cisco growing to accept and even learn to like his powers, with S4 having him really come into his own as a super hero (though he was always Barry's hero ^_^ ), S5 does a hard reverse on this with Cisco expressing the rather amatonormative belief that he can't have a family and be a super hero... despite Barry and Iris being right there showing that it can totally work for a super hero to have a wife and eventually kids. If this were about being afraid of dying as a hero and leaving his potential future wife and children behind, then at least it could have sorta tied in with the Nora plot in S5, but it was so vaguely explained that Cisco's reasons for ditching his powers were massively disconnected from Cisco's previous characterization. It left everyone watching to scramble to headcanon something else that better explained his behavior.

For OOC behavior in fandom, it's a bit harder to pin down since everyone has different interpretations of the characters. So just because I wouldn't write a character as doing something doesn't mean I wouldn't see it as a valid interpretation of the character in someone else's writing. That said, if it just doesn't make sense even with taking different interpretations of a character into account, then I'll see it as OOC. Like Leonard Snart being a dirty cop in a fic. I can see him as a straight up criminal or a police officer who comes down hard on dirty cops (maybe internal affairs even, seen some good AUs explore that) because it is an integral part of Len's character that he hates dirty cops because his father was one. If Len follows in his father's footsteps as a corrupt police officer, than he's no longer remotely believable as being the same character who killed his father for endangering Lisa. He's just a character who happens to bear the same name.

(That said there are times when playing with characters wildly out of character can be a fun thing, so I don't immediately back out of a fic because someone is being OOC to my view.)

32.) Do you have a word/expression that you always use in your writing?

Hmmm, so I joked above about the whole inanimate objects not staring back one and while it's not an always use thing, it definitely pops up here and there. Beyond that, I know there are some words and phrases I've reused a lot, but I couldn't list them off the top of my head.

I know I reuse specific tones for characters while writing them. Eobard's typically going to get a more condescending tone reserved for villains who think too highly of themselves. Barry or Cisco or Estelle (the character from Tales of Vesperia, not my dog) will have a more idealistic and friendly tone. Yuri Lowell, Harrison Wells... they're going to be a bit more world weary and sarcastic. I still differentiate the characters beyond that, but there's definitely a similarity in how I use my word choices to set the tone of the character.

#thanks for asking ^_^ #kitkatt0430 answers #writer ask game

[lazycosmos]

Lazy in Space Thoughts Pt.2                     Reanimated

Hey all! I recently watched the reanimated eps of Bee and Puppycat on Netflix and wanted to share.

Spoilers and all under the cut! 🐝 🐾

I really loved getting to see the older episodes reanimated in the newer style, the colors were spectacular! And I liked that they actually tried to set things up earlier like showing some of Bee’s dad, the ship under the ocean, and the ‘hands’. I also enjoyed seeing some new locations and outfits for Bee though, I hate to say I’m once again left with some mixed feelings

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While it was nice seeing the newer style, the characters at times looked a little off? I don’t know if it’s because of the style but so often everyone looked off model. Deckard’s design stood out the most to me. Also sometimes the facial expressions weren’t as exaggerated in the style as much as it could’ve been

idk maybe it’s just me

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The episodes were rushed overall, so much was skimmed over and it seemed they only did that to shove other plot threads in from season 2 that already existed. In the 2nd reanimated episode, ‘who would want this’, Bee just has the gum randomly, they barely set up Bee’s dislike of water, and it doesn’t really end with her bonding a bit with Puppycat like before (he neither helps with the farm or saves Bee from the cats in the bathhouse).

Then reusing the video game temp job from Bee’s birthday in the original for a montage sequence in ‘who would want this’ actually made me a little sad. It felt so hollow when that was an episode I really enjoyed and related to Bee--her doing all the sidequests to distract from things she didn’t want to deal with and because it felt good to be good at something. Which is instead replaced with her making perfect donuts in the 3rd reanimated ep ‘What do you want to be?” by doing basically nothing...

Also in that ep she says she ALWAYS goes to the arcade for her birthday when in the original she didn’t like to do anything on her birthday because of the memories it brought up about her dad (and possibly her being sick). The moment between Bee and Deckard when she finds out he was leaving was also toned down and had so little emotional impact compared to the original. That was one of my favorite scenes and it felt like nothing here.

I found myself barely relating to Bee at all in this. and she emotes/reacts waaay less than before and lacks in dialogue a bit. Also Bee and Deckard’s relationship seemed watered down too. I didn’t get the idea that they’d known each other for years, it was written like they were casual friends instead. He didn’t even know when her birthday was in this.

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Then Deckard and Cass just accept Cardamon being the landlord?? They only question it once and then start asking a CHILD to check out the house and kick out Toast??? It was so weird

Speaking of Cardamon, I don’t know why  the emotional moments with him and his mom were so toned down when they a chance to do more with it. I think they could’ve showed a little more of how he struggled or why he has no caretaker. It’s just acknowledged that he’s alone once and then forgotten. I would’ve taken more of that than a pointless ‘origin story’ of how he ran into Sticky.

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Puppycat’s character got some of the worst of it imo. he’s way more destructive and a jerk this time around for some reason? Somehow less fleshed out than before. I’m not sure what they were trying to get at with him. I was also confused at him not minding being a ‘pet’ when before he absolutely detested it and was often destructive because of others treating him like one or him frustrated not being able to do certain things. There were also sooo little moments between him and Bee that their relationship wasn’t built much.

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So many of the jokes and memorable dialogue were lost too here and there. I was kinda disappointed to not have the “You took too long, now yo candy’s gone. That’s what happens--BAKOW!” Or “IM SHOVIN THE CROTCH ICE UNDER THE DOOR” Those were so much more memorable to me and some friends and I still quote stuff from Season 1 to this day lol

even gags like Puppycat mindlessly floating into Cardamon’s living room to watch Pretty Patrick in season 1 was gone

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At the end, I was left with a sort of shallow reimagining of Bee and Puppycat Season 1 with certain plot threads and moments haphazardly spread about only to service Season 2. :( idk, maybe I just sort of hoped for a little more since they went through all the effort to reanimate it all? Guess I didn’t expect to have as similar disappointments as I did with Season 2. Anyway, feel free to share your thoughts, at least I’ll have some more lovely screenshots for you all! 🐝 💛 🐝

#bee and puppycat #bapc #bee and puppycat lazy in space #lazy in space #bee and puppycat netflix #bee and puppycat season 2

[tiganas]

The English (2022)

Starts off quite well, with some amazing visuals, a very VERY strong cast, good writing, some tense moments, pretty much a slam dunk. But in the last 2 episodes it kinda falls apart, in some weird ways.

Important characters die off-screen with little-to-no meaning to the story,  the pacing starts to suffer, the action jumps from scene to scene with very little connective tissue and there’s some awkwardly integrated flashback scenes. There's an increasing number of small details and clumsy choices that drags down the overall impact of the show.

It's also a strangely structured show, with some things being intentionally obfuscated whilst others just feel vague or ill-defined. No inherent problem with this type of storytelling, and it works in Westworld, but the 'reveals' don't really justify or even benefit the story told here, it just distracts from the elements that shine, such as:

• Great performances from most everyone, Blunt and Spencer do the heavy lifting (with some difficult scenes, especially for Blunt), bolstered by great supporting/cameo roles by Ciarán Hinds, Toby Jones and Stephen Rea, among others. Rafe Spall steals the show with a psycho combo of Ben Foster + Sam Rockwell. He's almost too good and it's kinda wasted in the contrived / strange finale.

• Some truly amazing visuals and vistas, sometimes maybe even bordering on kitsch, but they knew what they were doing. The story(telling) often feels clunky but it's probably worth watching for cinematography alone.

• Great moments and scenes that work well in isolation. Director has a strong grasp of creating tension, with some good subtle violin music along the way (reminiscent once again of Westworld, but not as memorable).

There's probably an amazing 3-4 hour cut of this show that solves most of my issues. It does feel like a show that ran into some troubles in the post-production process, because the dip in quality for the last episodes is pretty severe. If I had to guess, they either ran out of time or, for some reason, had to make compromises with the story (maybe they had 8 episodes planned but had to compress everything to 6?). That's the only way I can explain some of the weird and rushed plotting in the final act. 

Last nitpick, the show uses some modern music in a few instances and it doesn’t really work. Maybe if I didn’t know some of the songs or had not already heard them in shows like House M.D., it wouldn’t have bothered me. But in the context of this very self-serious show, it just felt self-indulgent or catering to modern audiences. Some of the songs work better than others, but it still took me waaay out of the show.

Overall, this is an archetypal example of “lesser than the sum of its parts”, but some of those parts are really good, enough to warrant a watch if you enjoy modern westerns, the aesthetic or just want some great over-the-top acting.

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#the english #emily blunt #chaske spencer #western #rafe spall

[gmanwhore]

So, my silly guy is from the «Отроки Во Вселенной» (lit. “Teens In The Universe”, I don’t think there’s an official English translation of any kind) duology of films which released in Russia (my home country!) waaay back in 1973 (my parents watched it when they were kids, and it was already considered a kinda old film when they did). He is technically only ever referred to as «Исполняющий Особые Обязанности» or И.О.О. for short, the most literal translation as far as I know is ‘person who performs special duties’ but the only English wiki that exists for the films lists him as the ‘Extraordinary Service Executive’ which sounds a lot cleaner so I’ll be calling him ESE from now on!

This is him in the opening moments of the first film, in which he immediately shatters the fourth wall by addressing the audience directly. He tells us that this film is not, in fact, irrelevant to real events and in fact takes place “…летом будущего года. Я не оговорился” (lit. “…in the summer of a future year. I did not stutter/misspeak.”), establishing himself as both a being that transcends time and space and a meta entity aware that he has an audience!

(I drew two versions of him in this scene, one has him with human eyes, the other has his Overseer eyes on full display because, again, in my universe ESE is none other that G’ himself)

The first film basically has him teleporting around (and this is the early 70s, no editing/special effects were used to show his teleportation, it was all clever camera work!) ‘nudging’ things if you will, to set up an expedition of six particularly intelligent teenagers to a planet near a star in the constellation Cassiopeia that humanity suspects houses intelligent life. He possesses this mysterious but also quite approachable demeanor (which is why in my extended universe he is a G’ long after his time in the HL universe who is already familiar with humanity), he sometimes communicates by handing the main characters files marked with ‘Совсем Секретно’ (lit. ‘Completely Secret’, a joke on ‘Совершенно Секретно’, which is the formal way of saying ‘too secret’ in Russian, implying that he has a sense of humor about the situation!). He also helps/lets a seventh kid get into the spaceship, and while this seventh guy isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, ESE is implied to believe in him because he does have a lot of heart and ends up being important to the team.

The reason the main characters need to be so young is because the planet is really far away and will be adults by the time they reach it, but an accident happens and they accidentally reach the planet still as teenagers, and while it’s unknown wether or not ESE planned this I believe he is implied to have done so, especially with how cheekily he explains it to the adults back on Earth when he teleports in on them celebrating one of the kids’ 40th birthday that is, in fact, his 14th birthday out in space (he changes the number on the cake from 40 to 14 and everything, my silly reality bender being extra, I love him!!/p)

And here’s where I distract you a little by throwing in a little extra scrap of evidence for why I think G’ was inspired by ESE: half-life isn’t the only game with subtle ties to these films. You know how in Portal 2 if an AI hears a paradox they can’t stop thinking about it and break down! Well ‘Teens In The Universe’ gives its robot enemies (the sentient species on the distant planet ends up needing to get saved from the robots they created that went rogue and now want to brainwash everyone) a very similar weakness, but with a popular Russian children’s rhyme/pun (it’s impossible to literally translate without the point being lost so I’m better off not confusing you but my point still stands.) Portal subverts this because the ‘boss’ robots in TITU are immune to this trick because they’re too advanced and understand puns, but Wheatley is immune to paradoxes because he’s too stupid to recognize them as paradoxes!

Anyway, ESE shows genuine concern for how the adults involved are worried sick about their children being possibly lost in space, so he reassures them by showing them a transmission of how the children are both okay and in contact with an alien civilization by holding up an ordinary metal box. He admits his methods are ‘un-scientific for your time’, further implying that he himself is unbound from time and space and bringing up the idea that things perfectly logical and understandable to an advanced enough civilization may seem like magic to the people of today! He apologizes for being unable to do more, but states that he is ‘searching, investigating, hoping’, implying that he does want to help more but is, like someone else we know, bound by ‘certain restrictions’!

Also ESE accidentally ends the transmission by sneezing like an anime girl. This is VERY important.

The next time we see ESE is in the final scene of the film, after the distant planet is saved. The kids get super excited to see him, they naturally ask a ton of questions as to why and how he ended up here but he waves them all off with ‘долг службы’ (which I translate as ‘by duty of service’, implying that he works for someone else… he has Employers!!). He hands them one final envelope marked with ‘Совсем Секретно’, which contains a note supposedly written by himself that contains only the words «Не пора ли на Землю, друзья?», which translate to “Is it not time to go to Earth, my friends?”. The film cuts off shortly thereafter, but I think this means he teleported them back to Earth when they got back on their spaceship. I think after all this, he’d figure another little ‘nudge’ to make sure they see their families again wouldn’t hurt, would it?

Some fans of the films argue ESE’s existence weakens the narrative. I STRONGLY disagree. He’s an interesting character in his own right, a living mystery, a meta device with a soul, the intrigue around him is alive even today, after 50 years. He’s silly. I love him. He’s also the G-Man I don’t take constructive criticism.

OK BUT LIKE THAT IS SO COOL AND AWESOME AND AAAAAA

#gman #half life #everyone needs to see this sorry this is too good

[theartistknownaslymond]

Whumptober 2022 day 10

Taser | Whipping | Waterboarding

This got waaay too long. Never let it be said that I am normal about Jerott Blyth at his worst.

Tekke scene equivalent, sort of.

CW: casual bigotry about Native Americans, drug use (mescaline), hallucinations, non-con touching and kissing, that is, SA, followed by use of an electric prod on another person.

Also big aaagh I don't have a sensitivity reader for this but it's late and I've got to sleep. Concrit will be accepted and acted upon.

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Working for Professor Gilles reminded Jerott a lot of the early days of breaking ground on the ashram, only he couldn't do the physical labour with his wrist encased in its makeshift plaster cast. Instead he spent the days watching over the workforce Gilles had recruited to make sure no one was pocketing what they dug up. The workers were a dusty bunch of surly, silent men - mostly from the Moapa reservation on the other side of the I-93, though some had come up from Mexico and spoke exclusively in Spanish when on site. Gilles was uncharitable towards them at best, and he'd insisted on furnishing Jerott with a cattle-prod and a rusty old shotgun to maintain discipline. Nevertheless, Jerott hadn't had occasion to brandish either, and hadn't seen anything but hard work from the men on the archaeological site - even with a potent distraction present.

Toiling among them, Marthe was like a white peahen, elegant even in her cut-off shorts and baggy cheesecloth shirt, always ready with a comment that would make the men nod in approval, or a wry aside that brought forth a laughing response to Gilles' speeches and rules. As often as not, she spoke to them in her lilting, fluent Spanish.

She'd told Jerott that she'd come at Francis' behest, just to make sure that Jerott was alive. She'd said there was no need to hurry back - Salah had got out with the message Jerott hadn't managed to escape with, and soon Francis would have back-up. Other than this, she endeavoured not to speak to Jerott.

That was until late one evening as he smoked outside his tent, gazing across the darkening desert and wondering, miserably, what was going on back at the main part of the ashram and why Francis didn't consider Jerott a necessary part of the back-up.

Marthe stomped up to him in her heavy work boots and looked down her fine nose. Her arms were folded tight over her oversized shirt and her eyes were a narrow, unreadable squint. "You really want to go on a spiritual journey?"

Jerott looked wearily up at her. He met her eyes, recognised the contempt there, and dropped his gaze to her scuffed knees. He gave a shrug. "You know about spirituality, now?"

"My friends do."

He snorted. She sure made friends quickly when she chose to.

"Come on," Marthe said. "You might find it has more in common with what you were actually looking for than with what Graham Reid Malett offers."

Jerott sighed, but he stood up. He wasn't interested in receiving some lecture about colonialism from a stranger who knew nothing of Jerott's own background - but he was being invited by Marthe, and that still counted for something. He stamped his cigarette butt out and left it in the dirt, and Marthe's lip curled at the gesture, though she said nothing.

The Paiute men and the Mexicans nodded at Jerott as he joined them in the circle they'd formed away from the main camp. Marthe took a seat on a folded picnic blanket and murmured something in Spanish to the man next to her.

Jerott gazed indifferently around the circle and rolled his eyes. "Well? I thought you didn't show this stuff to foreigners."

"What stuff is that?" one man smirked at him. He was rolling a cigarette, but Jerott was frowning at the man next to him, who was stirring something in a kettle over the fire.

Jerott's brows twitched and he shook his head, unimpressed by this coyness. "All your mysterious rituals, of course…"

The Paiute man sniggered. "We're not doing any rituals for you, boy. This is just a social event."

Jerott looked at Marthe like this was some kind of gotcha moment, his brows up: I told you so. He laughed too, and scratched the black hair that was now thickening on his jaw. "Right. So you say it's for the rituals, but it's actually just because you all like getting high…" he flicked a finger at the kettle.

Some of the men shifted and Jerott sensed he had annoyed them - but not as much as he'd annoyed Marthe, who was staring at him with open dislike. He took out one of his own cigarettes - Gilles had called the supply Jerott's advance - and tilted his head to one side. "You're right, Marthe: that is like the Rajneeshees."

"Aren't you one of them?" one man asked him with a prickly tone.

Jerott snorted around the filter of his cigarette. As a gesture of goodwill he offered the packet around, and it came back nearly empty. "I was. Turns out…" he frowned at the fire. He remembered a bonfire he'd made on the shingle of St Mary's Loch. He'd burned his clothes. It had seemed really important to do so. Geetesh had given him a beating in order to teach him a lesson about humility, and that had been the end of Jerott's life as a sannyasin. "I made a mistake."

"Your mistake was following a white man, brother," one Mexican said to him, saluting with one of the cigarettes Jerott had just handed round.

He shook his head. "Rajneesh is Indian, pal," he looked around the group and added, with some uncertainty: "From India."

Marthe was watching him. She hadn't taken a cigarette, but sat with her knees drawn up and her arms around them, her heavy eyelids low, her mouth fixed into a nauseous kind of smirk.

There was a reasonably good-natured response to his clarification from the group, but the guy in charge of the kettle quirked an eyebrow. "You still followed that blasphemer in the mountains. They wear the face of a living man as though he was a god. How can anyone put another man above them like that?"

Jerott worked his jaw. The question needled him, finding a precise pressure point in between the defences he was more used to maintaining against others' criticism. He'd worn the mala himself, after all, with the photo of Rajneesh in it - he'd found it hardest to give up, of all the trappings from his years in the movement. "It's a way of reminding yourself that…structure is man-made…it's meant to be ridiculous." He muttered the old line he'd been given, and thought about how it - and everything else he remembered from Rajneesh's discourses - was so banal as to be meaningless. It was like astrology - you already had to believe in it, and then it could mean whatever you wanted it to mean.

"Ridiculous, but at the same time you are actually worshipping him?"

Jerott shook his head and laughed hollowly. "No, I never…we never worshipped Bhagw…" he stopped midway through calling Rajneesh by the title he had chosen for himself. It literally meant deity, after all. "Anyway, it wasn't a religion to begin with."

"They only became one for tax purposes," Marthe added, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Jerott glared back at her.

The man with the kettle dipped a cup into it and swilled the liquid around. "Good job we kept our practices secret, or some guy might come along and make a whole new tax-dodge out of it."

"Keep the spiritual bit a secret, but share the drugs?" Jerott's gaze was drawn back and forth between Marthe and the cup. "No wonder people get the wrong idea about you, you never give them a reason to take you seriously."

Marthe let out a bark of laughter and said something drily in Spanish to the others.

"Está hablando de sí mismo."

"We share the drugs because it's fun, brother. You learn something about yourself when you sit and have a quiet smoke, huh? Think about the world, or empty your mind - it's all a form of meditation. Ritual." The first man who had spoken to Jerott gestured with his own roll-up. "You learn something about yourself when you have your first cup of coffee in the morning? When you reach the bottom of a bottle of whisky?"

Jerott swallowed. He longed for the taste of alcohol. He'd been able to get hold of weak beer on the ashram, but it barely did anything for him those days. He scratched his eyebrow with his thumb and laughed uncomfortably.

"You learn something about yourself with peyote, whether it's in church or out here, with your friends," the man added. "If you're open to it, you even learn something about the world."

"Your god would speak to me?" Jerott needled, annoyed by the man's arrogant tone.

Around the circle, the Paiute men laughed and muttered.

"Unlikely," the man with the roll-up shook his head, smiling as he took a drag. "But you'll hear something speak to you."

The man who had drawn the cup took a sip, frowned, and then took a deeper draught. He passed it to the man with the roll-up.

Jerott watched the vessel approach him, and when the smooth wooden cup was in his hands, he thought about all the other mouths that had touched the rim already and pulled a face.

"What does it do?"

The Mexican next to Marthe nudged her with an elbow and said something he seemed to think was unspeakably funny. Marthe quirked a brow, looking at Jerott, and nodded agreement, a wry smile moving her lips.

Annoyed all over again by what seemed to be a joke at his expense, Jerott knocked back the biggest mouthful of the liquid he could manage and gulped it down. It tasted bitter and green and it made his stomach flip unhappily, but he swallowed the reflux that followed and passed the cup along, trying to hide his grimace behind a drag from his cigarette.

The other men chatted amicably about the day and their finds, and Jerott listened with increasing interest. Gilles had plenty of wild theories about what was in the ground here, and the more Jerott heard of them, the less he understood how the man had gained his teaching position. Gilles believed in alien civilisations that linked the ziggurats to the pyramids; lizard men who brought knowledge of irrigation techniques; dinosaurs worshipped as saints - it wasn't worth engaging with any of it. But the Paiute actually knew what the site was, how it had been used, by whom and why.

It was lucky it was interesting, because the astringent flavour of the drink had left him feeling queasy and done nothing to alter his consciousness. He gritted his teeth together against the nausea and hoped the meal he'd had a couple of hours ago stayed down. A couple of others belched and spat, and Jerott wondered if they were all feeling it - had someone in the group passed on some fast-acting stomach bug via the rim of the cup? Or was the guy with the kettle having a joke at all their expense?

Marthe seemed to know a deal about the finds, too. As she talked, Jerott saw her take something from her pocket and turn it over between her long fingers. She was sitting on the other side of the low fire and he watched her through the flames, admiring the way her features were thrown into shapely contrast by the light, the way she looked with wonder and joy at the object she held. Oh, to be looked at like that by cornflower blue eyes.

While he watched her, Marthe seemed to look up and smile at him, a beautiful, curving come hither of a smile, and Jerott blinked in surprise.

No, she was still looking at the object in her hands. Had she taken it from the site? He was meant to stop that...

The cup of peyote tea came round again and Jerott took another drink. He turned to his neighbour. "It doesn't taste any good and it's not doing anything - what's the deal?"

His neighbour seemed, momentarily, to be wearing red robes, and Jerott looked around the others in startled bewilderment. They were all sannyasins! They'd been teasing him earlier - now he saw that they all wore malas of their own and linen kaftans the colour of the fire.

His neighbour said something in reply to Jerott's complaint, but it wasn't very clear. "Your Urdu's crap, buddy," Jerott shook his head.

But he smiled beatifically when one of the sannyasins got a guitar out and another produced a small drum that rested between his knees. Jerott's fingers itched and he longed for his own instrument, but he looked down at his stiff wrist and remembered that it was encased in a block of ice and he could do nothing about that. It was frustrating, but he would just have to enjoy what the others played instead.

The playing was solid, even if Jerott knew he could do better. Someone was singing a kind of low, droning chant like they used to do after discourses in Pune, and Jerott missed the way people had twirled and whirled together in the big tent as the music played. You could crash into people, stumble, or just take someone's hand and sway, and it was all a cause for joy and laughter. The body was never lonely on an ashram - touch was free and easy and undemanding.

Jerott closed his eyes and leaned to one side and he found Francis sitting next to him: shirtless, sweaty from a long set under hot stage lights, chuckling easily at Jerott's touch. He ruffled his hair and pushed him to take his own weight again, and Jerott sat up and sighed.

On the other side of Francis, Baron Morgan and Kiaya Çalışkan leaned forwards to grin at Jerott.

Francis extended a hand: "Don't let me turn you against me."

Jerott looked dumbly down at his own hand in its ice block and shook his head apologetically. Behind him, or somewhere nearby, he heard Geetesh laughing and spun around, trying to identify where it was coming from.

It echoed around him and then disappeared, and Jerott was distracted once more by the music. Some of the sannyasins round the fire had got up to dance, and at the sight of their joy, Jerott forgot about Geetesh. He laughed and slapped his knee. The dancers were hopping and stamping their feet, shaking their hips and pumping the air with their fists. It seemed like a sacred dance - what was that one he'd read about once, the Ghost Dance? They were dancing a new reality into being. Dancing a new ashram in the desert, dancing it without Geetesh this time. It was a worthy cause for celebration, and he thought he should join in - but he didn't want to dance without a partner! He stood up, swayed for a moment as he blinked down at his own rust-orange kaftan, and looked for Marthe.

She was standing too, fixed on the other side of the fire, and she seemed to Jerott to wear something of pure white that covered her from her neck to her ankles.

Like a wedding dress, he thought in amazement, his heart beating hard enough to make him wince.

"Marthe..." He stumbled around the fire towards her and noticed her eyes widen. They were so blue. Blue like nothing else, nothing natural.

"C'mon. C'm 'nd dance..." He reached for her hand.

She was reluctant at first, a dead weight, fixed muleishly to the spot.

"C'mon. Dance!" Jerott whinged, grinning and tugging at her.

To his surprise, she relented, and he stumbled back a couple of steps, dragging her with him, bringing her close to his body.

She was in his arms, in her white dress, soft and sweet as a marshmallow. The feeling of her warmth against his made him gasp, and he tangled his arms around her waist and nuzzled her hair, nuzzled her ear with his face. He couldn't quite follow the beat of the music anymore, but he didn't think he needed to: they could make their own rhythms.

He held her close, swaying, feeling the tentative weight of her hands on his shoulders, her cheek leaning against his. He ran one hand, the one not encased in ice, around her side and up her body, ruffling cloth like he was stroking a pelt the wrong way, pushing up and over one of her breasts until he reached her collar. He drew back to look at her, wanting to confirm the same need he felt in her expression, but her face was an alabaster mask, hard and trepidatious.

"I love you," Jerott heard his voice slur. He hooked his fingers in the high neck of her collar. There were pearl buttons down the front, rounded like drops of fresh dew, and he imagined them firing off in all directions, ejaculated from the cloth as he tugged the dress open down the seam.

Her throat was white silk and the dress was white silk - but what was underneath? He was hungry and he needed to know.

Jerott tightened his grip and gave a brief yank so that cloth opened up, revealing her throat and the ends of her collarbones. It was as he'd thought: pure white drifts of skin like vanilla ice cream. He bent his head to kiss the v at he base of her throat.

"I love you," he repeated. "Not...anybody else. Just you. Ok?"

Marthe's body was a knot of furious muscle now, not swaying with him in the dance, not reciprocating - barely breathing, despite all the ways he tried to show her he loved her. But she patted at the newly plunging neckline of her clothes and kept an arm around him. "Ok. Why don't we go back to your tent then?"

Jerott's brows rose and he pulled his head back to look at her. He had to blink a little to bring her expression into focus, but she looked sultry and inviting and bit her lip for good measure.

He led them away from the campfire, leaving behind the dancing and the music. At his tent he couldn't wait to get inside with her but, first, gave in to the building need for touch - to feel body heat and the softness of a woman beneath his hands. He pawed at the front of her clothes again and more buttons gave way. He could feel the cotton of her bra over her sternum, under his fingers. A small movement one way or the other brought him into contact with flesh that gave at his touch, plump and so very separate from his own physical existence. He moaned and kissed her neck.

"I don't love anyone else, do I, Marthe? Just you. D'you not love me?"

She pushed him back, down, and he shuffled awkwardly inside the tent, trusting that she would follow.

And follow she did, but as his hands reached for her and he sought to kiss her lips, and found himself arrested by a sharp pain in the ribs.

Jerott sat back on his own bedroll and grunted, looking at the stick being jabbed against him with confusion.

"Whass this?" he mumbled.

"It's your own toy, provided by Gilles," Marthe told him, though her voice sounded distant, like she was speaking from the other side of a thick membrane that lay between them.

He frowned and grasped the prod, intending to sweep it aside and drag her close again.

Instead, Marthe increased the pressure of the tip against his body and activated the current.

Jerott fell back like he'd been kicked by an elephant, his whole body suddenly thundering with pain. He twitched and juddered against the floor of the tent, his body as helpless as that of a landed catch on a riverbank. It felt like a hot drill against his side, where the prod was in contact with him, and he thought he smelled his clothes scorch. Marthe's hand was over his mouth, silencing his screams, and it took him a moment to realise when she'd removed the picana from his skin.

He blinked and felt liquid on his face - sweat, blood or tears, he didn't know which. His heart was racing now, and his vision was blurred. He wasn't certain it was Marthe...he flinched and took a swipe at the prod as he thought that maybe he'd been mistaken and it was Geetesh kneeing over him in his own bed, poised to strike another blow.

Marthe didn't let him knock the picana aside though, and she dipped it to his skin again, pressing the tip into the flesh just above Jerott's collarbone - close to the area where he'd been kissing her only a moment ago.

A choking sound escaped him before her palm slapped down over his mouth again, and he felt white hot pain in every bone of his body. The only thing it could be compared with was the shock and agony of trapping a fingertip in a heavy door - only it was his whole body that was trapped beneath the crackling demand barked by the picana, and this time Marthe wasn't going to let up until he lost consciousness.

It was easier, Jerott's exhausted body conceded, to do as she told him to.

#whumptober #whumptober2022 #band au: pawn in frankincense #character: jerott blyth #character: marthe #character: pierre gilles #every day i write the book

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1, 3, 4, 21, 38, 47

[Sorry that it took so long to answer, Lay! But stuff happend and I totally forgot about this ^^" I hope you can forgive me, here are the answers now tho~]

1. Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi-chapter fics?

I prefer writing one shots instead of multi chapter fics. I have a hard time following/building a planned story plot ^^"

3. Describe the creative process of writting a chapter/fic.

I will try but tbh motivation just randomly strikes me and I start to write until I either finish, get distracted or my motivation runs out. Sometimes I stop to goggle a meaning of a word or to find a sepcific word xD

During my writting session I always need to have music in the background, I spend extra time finding something that fits the scene so that I can get immersed into it. If my mind can't make a mini daydream movie out of the chaoter then I know it isn't yet ready and needs to be improved...Or I just post it because I already revised said oneshot waaay too many times.

4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

I don't really search for them, they just come while; I listen to music, watch a show/anime or even while I play games. Most of my work starts out as a daydream, that just makes me go "Why not write it down?"

21. Would you ever collaborate with another writer for a story?

I don't think I would. I'm sort of an perfectionist that wants their idea to go the exact way that my mind made it up. So working with another person would be very hard and would probably just end in a big fight...Sooo, probably not ^^"

38. Would you ever write commisions?

I already take requests from people for certain Yandere characters, I see it more as a hobby of mine but if I hit a point in life where I really needed money? I probably would open up commisions, though I don't find my work good or worthy enough to be payed for ówó

47. How many times do you usally revise your fic/chapter before posting?

You come onto my blog-

#snow/scales asks #snow/scales talks #Lay my fren~

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Omg 7 for Casey Gardner

Fixing Your Mistake

Casey Gardner x Reader

summary: you caught Casey with her ex Izzie as the track holiday party.

warnings: bit of angst, but fluff at the end!

AN: I got distracted a whole lot so i spent waaay too long on this lol, but i hope you enjoy! stay safe <3

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Running out of the house, you could feel the bite of the cold winter air brace across your face. Tears streaming down your face, you refuse to wipe them. You couldn't believe what you saw. It was a week after you started holiday break. Casey and the other girls on the track team invited you to a sleepover. The plan was to just hang out and do stupid holiday stuff, but just your luck, it doesn’t end that way. Casey and you have been in the talking stage for a few months. You weren’t official yet and you know you shouldn’t be this upset, but you can’t help it.

Everyone was acting weird when you first came, but you thought you were just getting in your head. Casey was definitely keeping her distance from you. Everytime you would try and talk to her, she always looked over your shoulder like there was someone behind you. It was about an hour later when you decided that you were tired of this. You got up from your seat in the corner and went to pick up your stuff. Muffled voices grow louder as you round the corner. You saw Casey making out with what seems to be her ex, Izzie. You automatically scoffed at the sight before you. That causes the two of them to separate. Casey looked terrified when she saw who caught them.

“Y/N,” Your eyes start to fill with tears as you grab your bag behind the pair.

“I just needed to get my bag. You two have fun.” You turned the corner once more, Casey was calling after you, but you didn’t let that crack you and bolted out of the door. Now, here you are, Fumbling with your bag as you look for your car keys to go home. You left your coat in your rush to get home and you were freezing.

“Fuck!” you scolded.

“You left these inside with your coat.” A familiar voice calls out from behind you. You wipe your face ferociously and turn towards her.

“Thanks.” You bluntly said as you take the coat out of her arms. You go to reach for the keys, but she holds it above your head.

“Casey I don’t want to do this, just let me go home.” You fight back more tears.

“Please Y/N, just give me a couple minutes, deal?” She begs and you nod your head insinuating for her to continue.

“I am really really fucking sorry Y/N. I just didn’t expect any of this to happen and I just didn’t know what to do when Izzie kissed me. I was in the middle of telling her about how we weren’t going to work out and she just kissed me.” She tried to get you to look at her, but you just couldn’t.

“Am I just supposed to believe that, Casey? What about all night? You don’t think I noticed how weird you were acting towards me? You don’t think I didn’t notice you looking over my shoulder whenever I tried to talk to you? I have no excuse to be this upset about you, but I can’t help you. I fucking care about you so much. You’re all I can think about, but you want to know the sick part?” Your tears start streaming down your face. “I don’t mind one bit. I cannot bring myself to not care about you and it fucking sucks to know that you don’t want me.” You wipe your eyes and reach for your keys.

“Who said I didn’t care for you? You are the best thing to ever happen to me, Y/N. I know I fucked up and I know that you are hurting and I hate myself for that. I just was shocked that she was here and I don’t know,” she wipes her tears and tugs on her hair. “I just wasn’t thinking, okay? Please, Y/N I fucked up, but please forgive me.” She takes her hand and caresses your cheek.

“God, Gardner, we’re making a scene.” You both chuckle as you stare up into her beautiful eyes.

“I want to hate you so bad right now, but I know you. Just please promise not to hurt me.” You quietly ask and she immediately nods.

“I, Casey Gardner, solemnly swear to not be the biggest dick to you forever and ever. Now, can we please go to your house? I want to make it up to you.” She playfully wiggles her eyes. You smack her arm and gasp.

“Not that way silly! Get your mind out of the gutter! I was thinking of maybe turning this into a date?” She shyly asks. You caress her cheek and press a gentle kiss to the other.

“It’s a date.”

#sapphicdaya #casey gardner #atypical x reader #casey gardner x reader #casey x izzie #casey x reader #atypical casey #casey gardner atypical #atypical fic #casey angst #casey gardner fluff #casey fluff

[redxblueihateloveyou]

honestly you're one of the rare ones who didn't lie about reading the dmbj og books bc after seeing some ppls tweets there are way too much of 'its bc i've read the book i hate it' and then they proceed to describe the thing they hated that was in the book and i just start laughing. anyways same about the 'restart'. like hell i'd exchange what zu yilong and huang junjie did for what was happening in there and it all ending with wu xie rapidly aging and going bald no thank you

I just think that this is the kind of a rare fandom, where whether you are a fan of the books or not, it doesn't matter unless you're making sense and consistent with what you're saying, bc the novels are a hot mess tbh. Like even if you're a huge fan of the books for some reason, there had to be places where u were like "well that was... strange" lol

So like it weirds me out when ppl keep agressively yelling ooc and he'd never do that, if that's what he did in the novel. you mean like "ooc compared to what this character is in your head?" but thats not ooc lmao

For me it's just the overall feeling I guess, like if I'm watching and it feels right or it feels.. well, not. Chemistry plays a huge role too.

Like the only Qilings I love are Yuliang & Junjie, but whoever came up with the "Yuliang is the closest to the book Qiling version" is hella wrong and lying, you can check it yourself. But I can't consider the fact that they're so much softer and more gone on Wu Xie as a flaw, although some aparently do xD

Same as I personally can't accept the Wu Xie's "don't worry about him" line in the new one, but know for sure that there was tons of moments in the books like and I quote here Wu Xie literally going "knowing how skilled Xiao Ge was I wasn't worried about him at all, so I just watched him as he ran, distracting the creature". Like I'd rather have SOP version of Wu Xie being hella scared even when XiaoGe just jumps down stuff and running to check on him first out of everyone else after bomb explodes. But thats not whats happening in the novels, so it's technically ooc haha

Those who read also know that like "I'll notice if you disappear" 'I'm a man with no past and no future' scene in UN that was done so touchingly and romantically.. well, to say that it didn't carry as much emotion in the book is to say nothing lol. It just wasn't the vibe UN went with.

And why would I even want the Reboot book reunion going "why are u here?" of nothingness, if I can have what these idiots did with their heart eyes and "you're here, I'm okay now" and everything?

I mean, if you want the book version, fine by me, but like blaming people who wanted by novel #...12orsmth for them to pass some stages and get the warmth we got in UN and SOP is insane.

I mean, just the fact that in the Restart book Wu Xie had an internal thought that next time they see each other they might not even know how to behave with each other and that for him he's just a random person he passes by in his long life just almost made me close the damn thing lolz

yeah, about him basically dying at the end.. also no thanks. stupid me prefers them living together and Qiling hating Wu Xie being hungry birdy and going to buy him food xD

"going bald" lmaaaaaao it said it'll grow back its ok

I honestly considered myself an extra Xiao Ge fan, until I saw some ppl's reviews and opinions and thought "omg lmao some just go straight overboard with everything", esp considering canon.

I was straight up laughing at that one comment "all he does in this part is looking lovingly at Wu Xie and protects him". I was like damn, so many of my faves are cancelled like that... I mean, you're watching HOB anime and like "my god it's such a bad representation of the Hua Cheng character, all he does is stares at Xie Lian and protects him" lol (I'm sorry but this 11 episodes are NOT the part of the book that tells his story and who he is, but this in fact doesn't mean that they "reduced him to a tool" lmao). Meanwhile some DMBJ books Wu Xie goes "I knew he was hired by the 2nd uncle just to keep us safe". LMAO SO WHAT? this is not making him a tool, that's just what he does, it doesn't make his FULL CHARACTER, just bc he does that.

Like seriously, it sounds as insane as someone splitting MDZS in 3 parts, watching the last one, then the first one and saying like "you know in the last part all that LZ does is stares lovingly at WWX and protects him, he was much more complex and flawed in part 1". Like wth lol... ITS THE SAME FUCKING CHARACTER.

Also I saw one UN review that was positive, but just went that Xiao Ge in that part felt more like humane or smth, bc "at some point he even grew a scruff". I was just sitting there like... out of all the things in this series that made him humane, why mention the scruff? Like since when it's a thing...? I mean just bc Shen Wei or Lan Zhan look perfect all the time that somehow means they don't have feelings or less human beings? I do not get.

So all these tantrums of "ISTG IF THEY EVER SHOW QILING JUST PROTECTING THEM... I'M GONNA BLEW UP" and the same one saying that they're the book fans, I'm like "how didn't u blow up during several books already?" lolz

I like love reading so many different opinions, when it comes to this fandom, bc it's so fascinating, but some arguments just don't go together well haha

And I'm a huge fan of UN, but like.. some go a bit TOO extra about it and their arguments just don't stick sometimes, bc they're trying again with the "it's the less-est ooc from books", but it wasn't as much it, as the fact that it just had soul in it, which sometimes in my opinion actually completely lacked in the og novels.

Anyways, as an extra Qiling's fan myself, I can tell that some are going waaay overboard with stuff.

#answered #anonymous #dmbj #pingxie #daomu biji #zhang qiling #wu xie

[inactivepersonnnnnn]

Markiplier played the newest game from the Henry Stickmin series (Completing the Mission) and I’m crying it’s so good-

(Me just gushing over stuff after the cut because I don’t want to spoil and I typed out so much stuff)

The Henry Stickmin series lets plays were one of the first videos I’ve watched from Mark. Why is this a big deal? If I hadn’t watched them, believe it or not but my life would probably be so much different from how it is now. So, seeing him playing a game from the series gave me MASSIVE nostalgia. Also has made me realise that I’ve been watching his content for five years which frankly is amazing.

If you don’t know the Henry Stickmin series, you better play/watch a playthrough of them before reading because I’m going to spoil it so much. From what I know, the remaster of games 1-5 as well as the newest one is found on Steam but the original 1-5 are on Newgrounds and Stickpage.com. (Technically there are 7 in the series but whatever)

I really like the references in this one (mainly because I got a lot of them) and they were hilarious. The Undertale reference made me laugh a bit, I think I would’ve liked it more when I was Undertale trash 5 years ago. The Minecraft references were pretty good, the one where Henry was bridging to the rocket made me laugh waaay too much. Them making him go ‘oough’ when he died was a good nod to the old death sound. 

Aside from that, the text on the fail screens have just been amazing. I specifically remember the drill fail where it said something like ‘haha drill go brrrr’ as well as the part where they downgraded the animation and said the budget ran out. 

The choices this time were awesome. I LOVE the fight scenes. I don’t really watch anime but I really like how they put in one of the characters just talking during the fight and explaining everything. The funniest part for me though would be when you pick the barrel, Henry and Ellie get shot up, and you need to do a combo with Charles and the choice ‘Grab’ just makes him give you a high five before you fall. That fail had me laughing so hard it hurt. It’s probably one of the funniest fails along with Henry 360 no scoping Ellie, Charles crashing the helicopter, and the dancing distraction (all from Fleeing the Complex).

The callbacks to the previous games were also really heccing great, the dancing distraction fail was one of my favourites and I love how they made it work this time. The teleporter too, the entire scene was so well made and I love how Henry didn’t even want to use it because it screwed him over so many times. Oh! I almost forgot, in one route, the fail screen says ‘Henry will remember that’ which is a really nice nod because it references the text you see from the Ghost Inmate ending when you leave Ellie behind (’Ellie will remember that’)

I also really love how the characters from the government, the tophat clan, and the wall all appear in the game. It’s just- I love it, so so much.

Ellie and Henry’s dynamic is also really, really good. It reminds me of Joe and Cleo’s (Hermitcraft) dynamic. On his own, Joe’s chaotic but he makes it work in his own way. On her own, Cleo feels more organised and logical. Together, they do stupid things. (Terrible summary but give me a break, it’s late and I’m tired but I wanna finish this) I just really, really like their friendship and I find it so great that they’ve only known each other for like what- a day or two? And, Ellie trusts him enough to follow through with his plans even when she doesn’t fully understand them.

Okay, Ellie and Henry are great but can I just gush about Charles? 

Best. Character. In. The. Game.

Him with his plans back in Infiltrating the Airship and Fleeing the Complex were enough to make me love this guy but Completing the Mission just made Charles SO GOOD. I love his chemistry with Henry (plus Ellie) and his dialogue is absolutely hilarious. Seriously, he probably has the best lines in the entire series.

Also, he is SUCH a good friend. He’s only met Henry either once or twice (depending on the endings) but in the Valiant Hero ending, he seemed perfectly fine with exploding because Henry was safe and the mission was complete. And, his final lines DESTROYED ME. His dialogue was all written out in the captions but the voice never completed it.

When watching the video, I legitimately CRIED for Charles’ death. Markiplier did NOT leave enough time to just process and get over his death. In that ending, Charles died a hero but it was so SAD. His final lines- oh g od. 

“We did it though. We got' em. Pretty good plan. You could say it was the greates-” 

...

That being said, favourite ending (and the one I consider canon in my head) is Triple Threat. I want an ending with both accomplices alive please.

I’m still not over Charles’ death aaaaa-

#henry stickmin #charles calvin #ellie rose #late night salty

[northernscruffycat]

Tagged by @101flavoursofweird

I’ll tag @pandirpus @krokonoko @my-artblog-is-ssjumi @yallemagne @amberrgalaxy @swamp-y and anyone else who wants to do this. But this is a pretty long one, so don’t feel like you have to :3 (On that note, I’ll be putting most of this under a cut for exactly that reason)

How many works do you have on AO3?

131 at the moment. But some of those are different oneshots from FFN that I posted into one fic when porting over to AO3, so I’d be fascinated by what the actual amount of fanfics I’ve written is.

What’s your total AO3 word count?

1242922 words

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Just counting what’s on AO3, so far I’ve written for 17 fandoms. They are: Free!, Professor Layton, Hades Game, Steven Universe, Pokemon, Ace Attorney, Yu-Gi-Oh DM, Yu-Gi-Oh GX, Yu-Gi-Oh 5d’s, Sonic the Hedgehog, Super Mario, Dr. Stone, Tintin, Night in the Woods, GetBackers, Good Omens and Cooking Mama What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

‘just wanted to write a fic where senku says ‘get excited’ during sex’ (My SenGen oneshot that gets a wave of attention whenever a new chapter or episode of Dr. Stone comes out)

‘laughable’ (An Ares/Hypnos oneshot I wrote purely as a sample for a zine app and underestimated how popular that ship is lol)

‘the prince with specific tastes; the king with specific regrets’ (THAT Theseus fic. My absolute fave thing I’ve ever written)

‘Shallow Grave, Shallow Bae’ (A Reigisa fic based on Octopimp’s 50% Off! abridged series of Free!; I honestly do think this fic slaps and I’m glad folks like it)

‘Barrel of Monkeys’ (The AsaIku & KisuHiyo collab fic I wrote with Amber that was a lotta fun and I’d love to do something like this with them again one day for a different fandom. Also, I feel like we captained the small KisuHiyo fandom with this fic back in the day)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I generally respond to comments. Almost always, unless I really can’t think of anything to say in reply, which is pretty rare. Comments make me so happy and I just want to let people who do comment know that I appreciate them.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I think the angstiest fic I wrote was a Free! fic called ‘Moves Across the Land’ - the premise of which is that Makoto died as a young adult of an illness and each chapter is a different person in his life receiving a letter that he wrote for them before he died. But that one had an optimistic ending, with Haru and Kisumi unexpectedly finding a newly strengthened friendship in sharing the grief of Makoto’s death. So I guess technically the angstiest ending I wrote was a short Archie/Maxie oneshot where Maxie gets killed by Kyogre lol

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yes, but I ended up agreeing with it! Waaay back (probably more that 10 years ago at this point), I wrote a bunch of Layton/Rosetta oneshots that I now don’t stand by. One of them, in my naivety, I went too far with and breached uncomfortable territory. I got a couple of comments about how uncomfortable it was, so I ended up deleting that particular fic and felt better after it was gone.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I am a fledgling at writing smut, which is probably obvious to anyone who’s read my smut haha. When I do write it, I prefer to focus on the dialogue between the characters - I like a banterous smut scene. Also, they’re usually pretty tame. I like writing about handjobs, blowjobs and wanking the most when I do write smut.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Again, not that I know of, but that would be awesome! A few years ago, a kind person messaged me about potentially translating my Layton fic ‘Grasping Liquid’ into French, but I don’t think they went through with it in the end. Though honestly, the dialogue and slang in that fic is pretty much illegible in English, so I reckon it’d be a tough fic to translate.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, the aforementioned ‘Barrel of Monkeys’ that I co-wrote with @amberrgalaxy It was a lot of fun and I love it :D

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Hmm... I don’t think I have a single all time favourite. I jump through a lot of OTPs and they always mean a lot to me, but it wouldn’t seem fair to pick out a single one that’s always shined brighter than the others, because that’s not really how my hyperfixations work. But my current favourite ships are Momus/Heracles (to be narcissistic) and TheseZag from Hades Game. While my oldest ship that I’m still invested in is Yami/Seto from Yu-Gi-Oh DM.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Shockingly, I don’t have any right now. A few years ago (I think 2018?), I made a point of going back and finishing ALL my old WIPs that I’d left hanging but intended to finish, even for fandoms I didn’t plan on going back to. So that freed my conscience of them and felt pretty good. At the moment, my only WIP is ‘if found please return to the underworld’ - an AU where Zagreus does make it to Olympus, so Hades sends Theseus, Asterius and Meg to try to get him back. But I’ve only just started writing that one, so I do hope to stick with it until it’s finished.

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue. Definitely dialogue. I’m told that I capture the canon voices of characters pretty well and that’s always what I’m trying the hardest to get right, so it means a lot to me. I also feel like I’m good at keeping a fic flowing, without being bogged down by too much detail. But the downside of that is that I often sacrifice description, so I still hope to find the balance. Since Hades Game has more flowery prose than I’m used to, I think getting into that series actually helped me with this.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I do not think I am experienced enough to be able to pull this off well and would worry too much about making mistakes.

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

It was Pokemon, but those fics aren’t online anymore. The oldest fics you can still find buried somewhere with my name attached to them are Sonic fics.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve ever written?

‘the prince with specific tastes; the king with specific regrets’ - Sometimes I look back at that fic and wonder if I actually wrote it, since I avoided falling into all of my usual traps: I researched it properly and frequently, I kept the focus on the five main characters instead of getting distracted by introducing a million other character like I usually do, I plotted the fucker out from start to finish instead of winging it, and I worked the flashbacks into it in a way that balanced the present-day out instead of distracting from it. Also, I got the whole thing written in about two months, instead of staling for years. ...Whatever possessed me when I wrote that fic, please come back. (It was the first time I’d had two weeks off together in about three years, so I think that had a lot to do with it) OH YEAH and that same kinda villain OC who I recycle in every fandom I’m in actually landed this time. It brought me so much joy to see how much people loved to hate Momus. Those two months when I was posting that fic are easily a highlight of my life. :D

#*Talking #*About Me #*Writing #*Hades Game #*Dr. Stone #*Free Iwatobi Swim Club #*Professor Layton

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Just some lil' Observations During My 17 Billionth Rewatch of Fellowship of the Ring

Okay so in the prologue, for some reason I never paid attention to how many active verbs are used to describe what the ring does and how it goes about it's lil life. I don't often think about the powers and personality of the ring very much, I'm usually to distracted by my love for frodo ha

"It is no bad thing to celebrate a simple life." Love love love that, somehow never really heard that line before.

Uh oh. I'm becoming that person that unconsciously quotes all the lines as they're spoken.

I wonder if bilbo would've been a different old man if he hadn't had the ring in his pocket for decades

Tbh I am very impressed that bilbo just dropped to ring and walked out. Obviously it took some help by gandalf but still, to be able to leave it behind after all that time. Such a comforting thought to my poor little heart that hates to think about how long the Martin Freeman bilbo was slowly poisoned by the ring

Yall. When I was a kid the black riders gave me nightmares, and now they are like 0% scary

I've related to different characters over the years, but u know what I'm realizing that maybe I'm sam. bc I too would walk to the ends of the earth for frodo baggins.

Dear lorddd. That seduction of the ring theme - the one that plays at the v beginning of their journey as they're walking through the tall clovers and weeds under the trees - gives me chills every time. The use of voices in howard shore's score is MAGNIFIQUE

"If I take one more step it'll be the farthest away from home I've ever been". Have any of yall seen the 9 hour version of the movie that plays that clip every time sam takes a step?😂😂

Am I upset that they replaced merry and pippin's dedication to frodo and the journey in the books with comedic relief stealing-the-crops stuff? Overall not much. I think they get the characterization they deserve over the course of the movies. Ppl can just chill and let the movie be a movie. Tbh we need some comedic relief from this very stressful epic

Am I upset they cut tom bombadil? Also overall no. Again, for the sake of the movie, they gave us some stress relief with merry and pip and streamlined the journey to bree enough to where an extra stop for some reprieve wasn't needed. Dont get me wrong, it's a lovely part of the book, but I agree with the directorial choices to keep the movie's energy up

THE REFLECTION IN ARAGORN'S EYES WHEN HE LIGHTS THE PIPE. CINEMATIC MAGIC. also I'm just generally attracted to him anyway.

Me anytime viggo says or does anything:

Arwen's sword under aragorns chin is THE best introduction to our first legit female character I could ask for

OH MY GODDDDDDD. I think it's probably Elijah's hobbit-height double that viggo is carrying to the horse, and dear God that mask on him is so freaky looking 😂😭😂 Never ever seen that before

One thing I am just ever so slightly salty about is that they had the council of elrond be summoned to determine the fate of the ring rather than everyone coming on their own accord with their specific knowledge to lead to the collective realization that they are exactly the right group of ppl to form the fellowship

For the rest of my life, I am doomed to only think of the LOTR How It Should Have Ended during the council of elrond scene. 12 year old me really screwed herself by watching the same 5 YouTube videos on endless repeat

The solo French horn that plays the gondor theme while boromir is speaking is so subtle but increeeeeeeedibly powerful. It's just different enough from the other themes introduced so far that for that moment it takes me so much deeper into the world of middle earth ??

Just noticed the wink between gandalf and elrond when aragorn offers to help frodo. Their last conversation ended with "he turned away from that life long ago. He has chosen exile" and now aragorn is giving up his preferred solo life for the sake of frodo and for the world. Look how the turntables, elrond

Boromir's lil "sorry!" when he accidentally cuts Merry's hand 😭

"Boromir! Give the ring to frodo!" "As you wish." Boromir loves aragorn

The humans carrying two hobbits at a time to keep them safe from the snow😭😭😭

Literally Gandalf can you please just tell frodo that there is a balrog down in moria!!! This is not informed consent!!!!

Lake monster outside moria = aquatic sarlacc

We as a Society™️ need to spend more time listening to gandalf's words to frodo while chilling in moria

The chanting during the chase in khazad dum gives me similar vibes as the "track down this murderer" voices at the end of phantom of the opera. ..uh oh so I'm getting too tired to elaborate on my thoughts

I've watched Gandalfs 'death' too many times that it's not the fall itself that makes me cry anymore, but it's frodo's reaction outside that gets me now. Also the soprano voice singing (renee fleming?)

Oh my god I just heard for the first time boromir's line in lorien "i did not see it", referring to Galadriel telling him there's still hope for his people. That's the same thing he says right before he dies and I finally understand what he meant. He tried to take the ring from frodo bc the ring overwhelmed him completely with a sense of despair, convincing him that using the ring was their only option to survive. And oh my gosh it's how galadriel knew that boromir was going to try and take it. She knew he had lost hope. Wow it took me waaay too long to catch that. It's the specificity of it all that I didn't catch, not necessarily the fact that boromir thought the ring was the only way

Boromir's death hit different this time yall. With a better understanding of what was going on in his head, just ..... I may or may not have cried a lot more than usual

Soooo strategic of howard shore to have let a long time pass without hearing the Shire theme before it plays when frodo and sam hug on the boat. Every. single. damn. time. that moment gets me. The power of MUSIC people.

Aaaaaaaaaand credits roll

#dont judge me for realizing these things so late #the problem w seeing a movie in early childhood for the first time means that my brain has found rhythms of the details it pays attention to #and literally ignores everything else #🙃 #but it's also the joy or rewatching! #always something new #lotr #fotr #lotr: fellowship of the ring #fellowship of the ring #frodo baggins #samwise gamgee #gandalf #boromir #aragorn #viggo mortensen #ian mckellen #tolkien