#whoever made that blog: thank you SO MUCH op for keeping it around you have no idea how much joy it brings me to visit every now and again

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@hofnarrofficial said: gimme everything you got just bury me alive (only if thats possible ofc lmao)

Ok.

Turbo's favourite movie is Herbie: Fully Loaded

He has ALWAYS been flamboyant/effeminate like you see King Candy being. I hate seeing people portray Turbo as this perpetually grumpy/angry bitter person all the time all because of the revelation scene being the one 'real scene' we have of Turbo in his original form. The reason why Ralph wouldn't recognize the similar behaviour pattern is because he didn't know Turbo well enough since he rarely ever left his own game unless it was to go to Tapper's to have a root beer and brag about winning to anyone who'd listen (mainly Felix). Need a 'draw/write Turbo being silly and goofy like King Candy is' solidarity.

Contrary to popular belief, he does like the color pink- he just has a very specific preference for that particular salmon shade of pink.

Turbo and the twins all had racecar beds to sleep in back in TurboTime.

Candybug's desire to take over the entire arcade at the end of the movie is his new cy-bug coding speaking; all Turbo has ever wanted is to race again and be in the spotlight. He would struggle to control his bug instincts not just in terms of resisting beacons of light but also in terms of acting upon intrusive thoughts in general. Mix that with anger and hopelessness that he'll likely never be able to drive again in this new form and you've got the perfect recipe for disaster, because what more does he have to lose?

Do not misunderstand: I too dislike the trope of 'he's just misunderstood' since that is far from the truth, but that doesn't mean he can't have moments where you feel empathy for him (at least in my case): you are programmed to be the protagonist of your world, the best, that is your sole purpose in the life you have. You become addicted to the attention you recieve- foolishly not thinking once that it's possible that may not be the same thing tomorrow. Once that is suddenly taken away, you don't understand why- you're the best. And because you are the best, instead of processing your losses normally, you won't let go. You're instead determined to take back what was rightfully yours. By any means possible. Making the biggest mistake of your life- you kill not just your neighbors but your own home out of impulse. You are to blame for the choice you took- guilt becomes rage, rage becomes bitterness, bitterness becomes calculative; why cry over spilled milk? The damage is done, and your code is desperately crying out to do what you were made to do: race. All you can do is start anew... don't dwell on the past if you want to have the spotlight again, processing your mistake doesn't matter anyway; and so, once a new racing game is in town- you'd be frothing at the mouth to hop in after decades of isolation, wouldn't you? You'd do anything, if you were that desperate and awfully selfish.

This leads us to the following: Turbo had a mental breakdown during his years of isolation, mainly because he was unable to race; this is why he laughs and giggles no matter the mood he's in as King Candy. It's a form of tic.

This might be a bit OOC? But whatever. Hilariously enough King Candy is a somewhat decent(take that with a grain of salt, I'll elaborate in a moment) fatherly figure: he treats the SR racers like they're his adopted kids. I say somewhat decent because of course he completely excludes Vanellope and because he picks favourites; Taffyta, Rancis and Candlehead are his golden children and because of that, he's sometimes willing to swallow his pride and let them cross the finish line before him.

Taffyta is VERY competitive and sometimes will get unreasonably aggressive to win and that's something KC admires in her because it reminds him so much of himself and the bond he used to have with the Twins, especially when competing. Another reason why Taffyta bullies Vanellope is because she knows King Candy dislikes her wish to compete and she feels like this is something that would please him regardless of his approval of it.

Again maybe kind of OOC-ish but I sincerely don't think Turbo outright hates Vanellope herself like. As a person; she has done nothing, but she does pose a threat to blowing his cover and he is not going to allow her. The one thing that bothers him a lot about her is her stubborness to race and always finding a way to weasel into the Random Roster Race. During the tunnel scene where he straight up becomes violent towards her, you can tell she's never seen him this angry to her before; this leads me to believe he never blew up on her before because, regardless of how much of a threat she posed for him; in his mind- he figured she likely would never really be in a situation where she would actually cross the finish line, and she's just a child, so why bother? Of course. That is until she sprints right past him on the race track and the rest is history. (And I have to clarify again I AM NOT justifying his actions; there is no 'justifying' any of it. This is an observation because of the reactions/expressions/etc. seen in the scene.)

Writing that previous hc reminded me of this and I just had to include it because I can SO see this happening 😭 it's hilarious and wholesome in a way.

I saw something about this on @king-crawler 's blog and I feel like I should bring this up bc it rubbed me the wrong way: I donno about you but to me, Turbo programming himself as King of Sugar Rush is not ego thing (not the main reason behind it at least!); it's to avoid suspicion in general within the game because ALL of the SR racers are children. It would be suspicious and really fuckin' weird to have a character programmed as an adult that isn't an NPC/side-character like Sour Bill or the donut cops to just be among them like nothing, regardless if he wipes their memories they (or other candy subjects) will question it. He's not stupid, in the game there's supposed to be a royal figure, no? So, it'd make perfect sense for that figure to be a supposedly 'wise' King that looks after all his subjects and makes sure rules aren't broken. So to me it's less of something done out of selfishness and more of just being able to go by unnoticed, he programmed himself as King to fit in with the whole 'monarchy' concept within SR. At the end of the movie when Vanellope says she doesn't want to be a princess, you get a little glimpse of how much the candy subjects depend and rely on a 'higher figure' to function.

As King Candy, he believes himself to be cute. (adding this side note just in case bc I shit you not this is genuinely something people have argued and mocked me over: don't come at me for this. I have my opinion, you have yours and I'm not going to change it for you; as a fan for a whole decade who has known in tge past other fans, there ARE people that find him cute as I do /gen /lh) He shamelessly indulges in that and he WILL use that as a manipulation tactic to get what he wants- sometimes playing with your emotions as well by tugging at your heart strings and overall painting himself to be a 'frail silly old man' in sn exaggerated manner so you'll give in to whatever he wants- and once you agree suddenly the 'frail' old monarch has an outburst of energy and joy, completely shedding off this fragile-pitiful facade.

Turbo has somehow rescued the Turbo Twins before his game was unplugged and I have evidence to prove this:

He has their codes tucked into his own (bad example I know but kind of like how an opossum mom keeps her joeys in her pouch); he keeps them in a dormant state this way by not allowing them to have separate code boxes of their own. The reasons behind this are simple: he doesn't want two characters that very obviously don't belong in the game to roam around freely, he has enough trouble with Vanellope as it is; and he knows that if he lets them awaken and respawn, they will criticize him for the path he chose to go down- and he doesn't want to deal with that because, for him, it would be pointless and it'd only bring frustration he doesn't need. He would rather keep them as ghosts of the past hidden in his pocket.

Speaking of Vanellope: Turbo is awfully envious of her driving skills, she's the first racer that has bested him on the track. Another selfish reason why he doesn't want her to race- goodness forbid a child beating you at what you're passionate about and arriving in second place.

When overly emotional- be it positive or negative feelings- King Candy would sometimes temporarily glitch back to his original form as Turbo because his code is old, filled to the brim with stuff, it's bound to have a few crack and tears here and there, like an old but still functioning car with a rusty engine; this issue has only accentuated after the glitching-exchange during the tunnel scene.

Speaking of which- because there were little to no censorships in 70's videogames, Turbo bleeds. It's pixelated blood because it cannot be processed through the programming of Sugar Rush since the game was not made to have any graphic themes in it. If one of the racers gets hurt- they quite literally just bleed coding.

Turbo often smokes.

Turbo sometimes gets sick of eating nothing but candy and will send out Sour Bill to get him something salty to eat from another game. He has his own little stack of junk food and other non-sweets within the castle.

He's not just the King of Candy, he's THE LORD OF THE DANCE! (watch at your own risk I warn you /hj)

CURSED JOKES ASIDE I unironically like to think he is a good dancer. Nobody beats him at tap-dancing and The Bus Stop. (He's from the 70's so it'd make sense he's familiar with a lot of funky/disco dance moves)

#my writing #ig !! #rabbit blogs #🍬 #wreck it ralph #king candy #turbo #most of those links are from the same headcanon blog that has been a major part of my childhood too #whoever made that blog: thank you SO MUCH op for keeping it around you have no idea how much joy it brings me to visit every now and again

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Forbidden fruit ask time: Keith x Katarina. I know people in western fandom are understandably wary of this ship, but apparently it's one of the favourites for the Japanese audience and based on what I heard it actually has some decent foundation in novels (not as much as GeoKata, but still). Since you read novels and are #1 hamefura blog on Tumblr and know so much I wanted to ask you to tell us how KeiKata is doing in novels if it's okay owo??

owo!! lmao, I don't know about being the "#1 hamefura blog on tumblr" (I-I... I thought I was an art blog... :')) I mean I just like to ramble about hamefura lmao but I'm always happy to answer questions!

Yeah... Keith x Katarina is a hard subject to talk about considering how violent reactions can be depending on who you're talking to. I remember when Season 1 was airing, people really doesn't like Keith as a romantic option for Katarina due to them being siblings, and I'm honestly waiting for those people to react to the S2 OP and S2 in general. I've talked to a few people who don't like KeiKata at all, and they have the absolute right to dislike any ship that they want, but it did make me sad to know how much Keith is hated by the EN Fandom considering how loved he is in the JP Fandom. He's pretty much the most favorite male character and the second most shipped with Katarina.

-> hamefura x(s2) & ln spoilers ahead <-

A lot of people's issues with Keith stems from the fact that he and Katarina are step-sibling and that it's really weird for Keith to be romantically interested in Katarina (a person who sees him as a little brother completely). People are accusing him of taking advantage of Katarina's trust in him to keep her to himself and that pursuing her romantically would destroy the familial bond that they've had for years. The thing is that Keith treasures Katarina as a person, not as a sibling. Yes, Keith sees her as family, but he also sees her as more than family. To him, being able to be together with Katarina doesn't mean that he'll have to love her differently, but that he will be able to love her even more deeply and honestly. You can even headcanon that the reason Keith calls Katarina "big sister" is because he's asked to do so, and because it's a symbol of his acceptance into the family, but maybe not necessarily how he sees her.

Some of the material that will be covered in Season 2 is about Keith, so I don't know how much I want to talk about that since most fans will be able to see it themselves. Keith has it the hardest because his position makes it so that he's the least likely to get his feelings across to Katarina due to their relationship. In one of the upcoming arcs in the anime, Keith will be able to break Katarina's baka shield in the same way Geordo does: by using actions instead of words, and by just literally finding the courage to take the risk and tell her.

That's where one of the interesting things about hamefura comes into play: one of the reasons why people dislike KeiKata so much is that they feel like the reveal of Keith's feelings would awaken disgust and betrayal in Katarina. Few fanfics of hamefura portray it that way, that Katarina would be weirded out by his feelings and reject them immediately. Maybe it's because Katarina is aware of Keith as not only a sibling, but also as a romance-able character in an otome game (also because of the nature of this series lmao), that in canon, she doesn't take his confession negatively and is flushed/embarrassed by it just like Geordo's confession. I know the "weirded out" reaction is the most realistic, but maybe Katarina also understands that their relationship doesn't have a clear label. They care for each other very much and whether that bond is romantic, familial or friendship isn't something they bothered to really name, maybe? Lmao I don't know, that last bit is just speculation on my part, I can't exactly get into Katarina's head and pinpoint what she thought of Keith's confession.

If I'm being honest, she forgets about Keith's confession more often than she does Geordo, mostly because nothing really changed after he made his feelings clear. I wouldn't say that she dismissed it, it's just that she's forgetting it because in her perspective being loved as a woman and as family by Keith both means that he'll take care of her and shower her with attention (aka no difference).

When I think about how "KeiKata is doing in the novels", for some reason the first thing that comes to my mind is the line "how they treated Geordo in the anime, from a JP perspective". I know that sounds confusing, but what I mean is that a lot of Arc 2 - FL2 scenes with KeiKata is kinda fanservice (aka the thing they tried to do for Geordo in the anime which worked for JP fans but made him hated by the EN fans) (not me trying to insert Geordo in a post about Keith hehe :V). Excluding all the Keith scenes that are coming in Season 2 of the anime and the current arc of the manga, the story really likes to test Keith's self-control when it comes to seeing Katarina as a woman.

Keith's scenes with Katarina aren't necessarily "hot and spicy" by any means, but people nowadays tend to be quite bothered and annoyed at typical japanese romance tropes being played out in modern anime series (such as bed-pining, surprised kisses and kabedons). I mean yeah I'd be bothered too if someone pulled those moves on me in real life, but for the japanese audience this is what their fanservice is like so that's the kind of stuff we'll see in hamefura. Just like Geordo, Keith is given a few scenes where he's put in a romantic spot with Katarina after he confessed, but it always just ends with him backing out and hoping that it at least could remind Katarina of how he sees her (like bed-pinning in LN6 & affectionate touches from Katarina in LN8). A lot of hate towards Keith stems from these scenes because people sees this as a disrespect towards Katarina and the familial relationship they have. These scenes helps reinforce how Keith sees Katarina as a woman and not as a sister, but depending on who you're siding with, you're either gonna be disgusted at Keith or extremely pissed off at Katarina's lack of propriety & density.

Like, people are getting angry at Keith for being a teenage boy who is being bothered by affectionate touches from the girl he likes who is also always approaching him with only a nightgown? I mean blame the author or Keith all you want but at least put some responsibility on Katarina as well :V People are really saying "well, he shouldn't be bot and bothered by it in the first place, they are siblings! that's disgusting!" well again, Keith sees her as a woman and Katarina needs to be aware that she shouldn't be so touchy with the opposite sex regardless if it's family. Keith kinda blames Katarina for the way he feels given how she acts around him despite being unaware of his feelings, which is also the cause of some hatred towards Keith.

People are saying that Keith is dumping *all* the responsibility onto Katarina because she acts in such an affectionate way towards him, but in reality Keith feels really bad & also hates himself for being so attracted to her when she doesn't even know about his feelings. He puts a lot of blame onto himself and thinks he's just as bad as Geordo sometimes (not saying Geordo is bad, more like Keith's "idea of Geordo" being bad lmao). Keith always walks on eggshells around Katarina because he doesn't want to disrespect how he feels about her and how she feels about him. It's just sad to see people hate him for the few moments where his self-control breaks so that he can act on his honest emotion, and accuse him of abusing Katarina's trust :((

Just like Geordo, Keith has made it clear how he feels and strongly desires to pursue her romantically, but his problem of being the step-sibling is still there. I haven't gotten my own copy of JP Volume 10 yet, I feel like I just wanna wait for the EN version instead of using GT, but multiple spoilers have noted that while Keith hasn't made progress in getting approval of his feelings from Katarina's side, he's at least able to get an approval from his family. Well, by that I mean Keith has already confessed his romantic feelings about Katarina to their father Luigi, and he replied by saying that he approves of whoever Katarina chooses for herself. Keith realizes that all he needs to do is get Katarina to return his feelings. When he does, his family wont hate him, but instead he'll be able to love them and be loved in the same, yet different way.

TLDR; a lot has happened to Keith throughout the light novels. He's progressing slowly and steadily just like Geordo, and is leagues ahead compared to the other characters. He has confessed his feelings and got reassurance of his relationship with his parents. Keith and Katarina's relationship itself hasn't really changed though, but it's nice to know that Keith is at least laying the foundations for his hypothetical future with her. Katarina doesn't really think about Keith enough to be able to tell how she feels about his confession or if her opinion on him has changed at all though, so take that as either an L or a W for Keith.

Thank you for the ask! I'm sorry if this isn't as elaborate as you wanted, anon. I like Keith and Katarina but I guess it's because they aren't my bias that I don't pay too much attention to the tiny details of how Keith is written in the books qwq

#mh ask #hamefura #my next life as a villainess #keith claes #katarina claes #keikata #bakarina #destruction flag otome #this could be longer tbh #might edit it when I wake up in the morning

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Cape Crozier: The Return Journey

As usual, please visit the original blog for proper formatting and images that actually turn up ... All the more important for this one because the punchline is a picture.

When the Crozier party turned their frostbitten faces back to Cape Evans on 25 July 1911, they had endured some of the worst conditions man has ever had to face – at least while armed with the necessary scientific equipment to quantify them.  Record cold, hurricane-force winds, a three-day blizzard with no greater shelter than their sopping wet reindeer skin sleeping bags; all this in the dark of polar midwinter.  The one small but significant mercy was that they had not lost their tent.  They knew that, leaving the moderating influence of the sea at Cape Crozier, they would be plunging again into the brutal cold of Windless Bight, but that was the way home, and home they had to go. 

Cherry describes cooking as being the third worst job.  Some parts of the cooker set had been lost in the hurricane, and though they improvised one with the lid of a biscuit tin, the cooker still had to be balanced on top of the Primus stove by whoever was on duty.  The matches in their dreadful metal tins had only got more frosted since the outward journey.  The strings on the ration bags were like steel wires.  It took more than an hour to get their pemmican hoosh made. 

The worst job was thawing oneself into one's sleeping bag at the end of the day.  The sleeping bags had absorbed so much moisture by now that they were more or less solid ice.  The men had figured out early on that if one's sleeping kit were plugged into the mouth of the bag in the morning, one got a small headstart thawing in.  It still took over an hour of melting the bag open inch by inch with their own body heat to open it fully, and begin the second worst job of the night, which was lying in the freezing wet bag for six hours.  Wilson had made them lie for eight on the outward journey, whether they slept or not – mostly not, by Cherry's recollection – solely for the sake of giving their bodies a rest, but this was agreed to be so unpleasant that they lowered it to six on the return. 

Cherry only got two good sleeps, and these were a gift from Bowers: Each of them had an eiderdown lining for their bags, and Cherry's had reached unendurable saturation at Cape Crozier.  For days Birdie had been urging me to use his eider-down lining – his beautiful dry bag of the finest down – which he had never slipped into his own fur bag.  I had refused: I felt that I should be a beast to take it. [286]  Cherry finally relented when he felt as if I should crack … I felt a brute to take it, but I was getting useless unless I got some sleep which my [too] big bag would not allow. [287] After two nights Birdie's eiderdown was too wet to be much help, but that sleep did make a difference.

Dangerously sleep-deprived and nearing the limits of physical resilience, they found themselves nodding off as they marched to make up for the sleep not slept in their bags.  Instead of marching in a close cluster, Wilson extended his lead so as to walk well ahead, and thereby spot any crevasses: if he were to fall in, he would be anchored by those safely on solid ground, and they could pull him out.  And then, of course, they would know there was a crevasse. 

They escaped the worst of the outward temperatures, but -66°F was bad enough. Wilson's bag was too small, and with the extra pressure of the his eiderdown inside it, had begun to split. Most of Cherry's teeth shattered in the cold.  But, as Cherry said, now they were callous, and with only one sledge to haul, they were making much better time than they had on the outward journey. 

Our departure from Cape Crozier was far less dramatic.  We had all scrambled back to the helicopter without mishap or loss, and our pilot took off into the rising wind, in which everything to the south was an indistinct haze.  There was no question of taking the Winter Journey route back to McMurdo as visibility was far worse than when we'd been denied that way on the outward flight, so it was back around the island the long way again. 

Luckily this meant that we, unlike the egg hunters, got a second go at the penguins.  They are under a strict protection order, so a helicopter can't get too close lest it disturb them in any way, but in our swoop around to get the best view of their situation, we did get close enough to see them.

See that sprinkling of black dots down in the finger bay, like the dust on a table where a pepper grinder sits?  Those are the Emperors!  Here's a closer look: 

Then it was time to round the corner and fly back along the north coast to our own version of home.  You can see how the cloud cover erases nearly all detail on the snowy slopes of Ross Island and why we couldn't have flown back the cloudy way.  As it was, we flew mostly over the sea ice, which was mottled enough to be visible even in the diffuse light.

We only had to get through this patch of cloud and then, as you can see in the distance above, we would reach sunnier skies and safer flying.  Retracing more or less the same route we had followed, but this time with the impression of a blizzard sweeping over the island, the strong wind was evident both in the drift blowing off the ice cliffs and how the sea ice, which had been solid around the coast on our outward journey, was now being blown off. 

Our return journey certainly couldn't have been more different from the Crozier party's.

Our own final stretch was in the opposite direction, and the first of the 'home' sights was Cape Royds, above, site of another Adélie colony, and the Nimrod hut where Terra Nova men would go for a mini-break from Cape Evans during the first winter, when they weren't hieing off to Cape Crozier.  Then, as we left the lee of Ross Island and headed back into the cloud as it poured around this side, a more familiar cape came into view:

Back over Great Razorback, with Turk's Head nearly lost in fog . . . 

Back over Glacier Tongue, with seals sleeping where the last lunch of the Winter Journey was had ... 

Back over the uncommon luxury of the Discovery hut …

And back to McMurdo, safe and sound.

We trudged on for several more hours and it grew very dark. There was a discussion as to where Cape Evans lay.  We rounded it at last : it must have been ten or eleven o'clock, and it was possible that some one might see us as we pulled towards the hut. "Spread out well," said Bill, "and they will be able to see that there are three men." But we pulled along the cape, over the tide-crack, up the bank to the very door of the hut without a sound. No noise from the stable, nor the bark of a dog from the snow drifts above us. We halted and stood there trying to get ourselves and one another out of our frozen harnesses – the usual long job. The door opened – " Good God! here is the Crozier Party," said a voice, and disappeared.

Thus ended the worst journey in the world. [298-9]

Inside was pandemonium.  Most men had gone to bed, and I have a blurred memory of men in pyjamas and dressing-gowns getting hold of me and trying to get the chunks of armour which were my clothes to leave my body.  Finally they cut them off and threw them into an angular heap at the foot of my bunk.  Next morning they were a sodden mass weighing 24 lbs.  Bread and jam, and cocoa; showers of questions; "You know this is the hardest journey ever made," from Scott; a broken record of George Robey on the gramophone which started us laughing until in our weak state we found it difficult to stop. ... Then into my warm blanket bag, and I managed to keep awake just long enough to think that Paradise must be something like this.

We slept ten thousand years ... [301]

When my coordinator had phoned me with the details of our flight that afternoon, she apologised that, due to the weather, we couldn't take the Winter Journey route, and would have to go the longer northerly way instead.  I replied that it was no problem, and "If Cherry knew I was going to fly to Cape Crozier in 35 minutes, his ghost would skua-dive me," referring to the local species of gull which is notorious for divebombing anyone with the temerity to carry a tasty snack outdoors.  She had been on the receiving end of this once or twice in the past, and had told me shortly after my arrival that it feels like being hit on the back of the head with a roasting chicken.

When we were heading north on our way out, and our pilot was briefing us on the route and the flight time, again apologising for the change of plan, my coordinator told him about our conversation, except that instead of the skua-diving ghost she said "Cherry would turn over in his grave."

Our return to McMurdo passed without comment – we had only been gone a couple of hours, and after all, helicopters come and go all the time; there was no reason ours should be more remarkable than any other.  It was near enough to dinner time that, once I thanked our pilot profusely and gave my flight gear back to Helo Ops, then swapped my accursed bunny boots for lighter shoes back in my office, there wasn't anything else to do but head to the galley to see what there was to eat.

Well.

#antarctica #cape crozier #snow #winter #ice #snowscape #helicopter #turnovers

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Thank you for 220!!!

As promised I am making a proper post about it. Thank you all so much for following and supporting this blog!! I never could have expected it to get this many followers this quickly, or that so many people would enjoy my little AU, its amazing!! This post might be a bit of a long one but stick around because we are gonna vote on what to do to celebrate! I'm also gonna talk a bit about me and why this blog makes me so happy if anyone cares lmao

ok so item number one: the celebration

I have a couple ideas on what we could do so here they are (im also going to do a get 2 know OP sorta thing but that comes l8r)

Season one watch party

I would set up some sort of virtual chatroom/watch party thing and we all get to hang out and binge watch season 1 (as much as we can get through)

if this is the option ill probably have to do a second poll for what program bc Netflix Party requires everyone 2 have Netflix, Kast means everyone has to have Kast, etc. 

Total Drama Commissions

So I like to think I've gotten decent at drawing in the style, I drew some of the photos in the posts as well as my own pfp so the idea is that I can draw whoever you want (yourself/OC/character) in the style for cheap. Deadass like 5 bucks idk. 

Ask box slumber party

for this one to work yall are gonna have to participate but basically, we would all hang out for the night in my ask box! ill answer questions all night as fast as i can as they come in! ill probably post a few question starters and stuff 

(personally this is my favourite option but it's up to you guys)

Voting is now closed (9/31/2020)

item number 2 on today's agenda goes under the cut bc it consists of me getting kinda sappy and rambling for a while

welcome to hell. I don't know when to stop talking to strap in.

Having this many people follow me in under 2 months is so fucking crazy. I never thought you all would be so excited about my little au, I made it for fun because I half rewatched the show with my sister and wanted them all to be friends, and I guess that's what you all wanted too! and then I realized there was sort’ve a fanbase and I was just amazed. This show is such a nostalgic show for me, it was one of the cartoons that my dad loved to watch with me and my siblings. (he's not dead I just realized how that sounds) I was probably 10 when they re-aired all three seasons on cable and we would get into it like it was a survivor and they were real people. I have 6 siblings, and all of us over the age of 10 were obsessed with this show at one point or another. 

They don't make cartoons like this anymore. (i say, sounding old as shit and actually not knowing bc I don't have cable) But this show and 6teen are my favourite shows to rewatch now that I'm not a kid because there's so much hilarious shit I missed as a kid. No wonder my dad liked the show alone with us lol. But yeah, none of this really matters to the whole 200 followers thing, but I'm just so excited to see that so many people like the show as much as I did and do now ya know? so yeah, thank you for being here? 

I really will try and keep up with this blog properly, it's just gonna be hard. As of right now, I have ELEVEN blogs, 5 of which I am actively creating content for, and I am starting a new job on Monday so that's gonna start eating my time. But that's why the queue is great! I try and fill it every few days, and ill do my best to keep that up (but bets are off when school starts back up, it'll probably have to be cut down to a few times a week)

anyways, if you have read this far, I'm sorry for all that and thank you?? you're amazing?? I'm gonna plug my other blogs for a second

@what-is-fanart-even​ is my main. Go here to see what I'm up to. I also do my art here, have my redbubble here, my main commissions, etc

@skyrim-said-that​ is the blog I'm probably most active on but unless you're into Skyrim it'll be boring lmao. I'm really only listing it so yall can see where I'm spending my time. 

This is my Kofi if you wanted to uh support me? no push lmao I'm just putting it here bc I have it

I also have blogs for Outlast, Farcry 5, Red Dead Redemption, sitcoms(Gilmore girls, friends), IT (2017), and Fallout. ill drop URLs in the comments if anyone asks lmao. 

and if you actually read this far you're the real fans, and I love you SO much. have an AMAZING rest of the month/year and i hope you're doing great!! Bye!!! ask box is open all the time if anyone wants to talk!! i love you all!!!!

#WHEW THIS BITCH IS LONG IM SORRY #im just excited ok #thats why im literally posting it at 2 am #ill rb in the morning #total drama #social media au #is my head too big? perhaps #like im aware 200 isnt a lot but also I LOVE YOU ALL #total drama social media au #total drama island #total drama action #total drama world tour #total drama au #poll

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Modern AU Prompt

I did not reblog this list, but I saw this prompt and had to write it! I’ve had this Modern AU in my head for a while and this gave me an opportunity to write something for it and lay the groundwork for later.

Tagging those I think might be interested in reading or the prompt list. @kittimau @ginnyq @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold @fandomn00blr @somniaran @bigfan-fanfic @sharkapologists @theaiobhan

#70 from this prompt list from the TOFTS blog. “I am twelve kinds of confused right now. But fuck are you cute.”

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The hazy atmosphere almost swallowed the riotous lights, a combination of vape smoke and fog effects, so dense it vibrated in time with the thunderous bass filling the crush on the dance floor of the club. Lost in the music, Alistair allowed himself to let loose, holding onto the slight woman in his grasp. Well, girl, actually. Too young, probably not even old enough to drink, but when she dragged him from his spot at the bar into the middle of the room, he hadn’t argued.

She was pretty, in a sorority girl kind of way. Long blonde hair and bright blue eyes, introducing herself over the thump of the heavy bass. He nearly missed learning her name was Mari. He smiled, but did not give his name in return. If she was hoping for a fling, the poor dear would be disappointed. Alistair wasn’t one for casual trysts, for which the guys at the precinct all gave him grief over. Yet, he had no intentions of ever treating a woman the way his father treated his mother.

Keeping his hands in neutral territory, they never strayed from her dainty waist and once the song was over, he thanked her kindly and made his escape before he had to reject her. He was almost off the dance floor when he caught sight of a strange movement along the back wall near the DJ’s booth. Automatically, his large hands sought his pistol on his belt, but he cursed himself when he remembered he was undercover and not wearing his Glock.

Maker, damn it. Of all the blasted luck…

It was hard for him to blend into the crowd when he was at least five inches taller than everyone, but ducking and weaving as though tipsy through the masses, Alistair sidled close to the DJ. Tucking into the shadows he saw the faint outline of a door in the wall's paneling. Hidden in the darkness behind the blinding light display. Smart.

He’d be sure to pass the information along to the team and triple check with his informant to see if he had any new intel. This job was becoming tedious. They needed to catch a break on the damn thing or the Chief would probably tell them to shelve their operation. He hadn’t worked on this case against Kazmer Brosca’s lyrium smuggling for six months to see it go down the drain. Alistair would break the Carta’s stranglehold on Denerim. No more of that shit would kill innocents on his watch.

From his darkened corner he watched the door for signs of movement for a while, but no one entered or exited. With a weary sigh, the tall human turned on his heel. He’d been away from his perch at the bar too long, anyway. As he crossed the dance floor, someone crashed into his lower body and he spun in concern to make sure whoever bumped into him was all right.

A dwarven woman smirked at him from her splayed position on the ground. Delicate features framed by dark hair cascaded in waves down her back and paired beautifully with captivating dark eyes. Her ears and nose glittered with numerous piercings in the strobe lighting, and he struggled to breathe as he wordlessly grasped her petite hand to assist her in regaining her footing. The navy top she wore sat low on her shoulders, exposing her ethereal skin, and he could see more flashes of porcelain through her ripped designer jeans. Ankle boots gave her some height, bringing her mid-way up his chest, but he knew without them, she didn’t even hit five feet tall.

“Hello, handsome,” she murmured in a raspy voice. “Dance with me.”

Alistair laughed nervously. “Are you sure you aren’t concussed? Running into me is like hitting a brick wall. You should… sit down or something.”

Luscious full lips curled into a genuine smile and she snatched his hand, dragging him deeper into the melee on the floor. “I’m perfectly fine, gorgeous. If all walls wore your face, I’d run into them on purpose.”

Something about the way she said that set the gears in his brain whirring and her grin widened. With a smooth nod, she beckoned him to bend closer. “I see you are catching on. And they say Denerim’s finest aren’t very bright.”

“Who -”

“Listen, do you want Brosca or not?” Alistair shut his mouth and nodded tersely. “Good,” she purred.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she tilted her face towards his in invitation and breathed against his cheek. “Kiss me.”

His eyes widened in shock and he opened his mouth to protest, but her eyes flashed warningly even though her smile held, and he realized there might be spies on the floor.

With a groan he couldn’t contain if he tried, Alistair’s hand cupped her neck and pressed his lips to hers. Soft, yet demanding, the dwarf took control, her lithe fingers slipping into his hair, and in seconds their fake kiss turned into a heady embrace. Alistair was sure she didn’t need to sell their stolen moment on the dance floor with this much enthusiasm, which caused his stomach to flutter with excitement. Maybe she wanted to kiss him as badly as he did her.

His other hand settled in the dip of her waist and he moaned into her mouth when he found delicious curves that overflowed his palm. One petite hand caressed the slightly tapered peak of his ear and he growled into the kiss, nipping her lip in response and soothing it with his tongue before she leaned back with a husky chuckle.

“Well, well, handsome. Tell me do all the uniforms in this town kiss like that or just you?”

Smiling smugly, he replied. “I wouldn’t know, since I don’t go around kissing any of them. But even if I did, I’m not the type to kiss and tell.”

Alistair was twelve kinds of confused right now, but fuck she was cute - gorgeous actually, and damned irresistible.

The small woman hummed appreciatively, and he swallowed thickly as her pupils dilated, blown wide with unquestionable desire. He’d never understood the meaning of the phrase “bedroom eyes” until this moment. But Maker, those espresso irises made him want to break every one of his rules and take her straight home.

“That was an even better answer than I was hoping for,” she stated.

Tangling her hands into his shirt, the dwarf closed the gap between them, murmuring against his lips in what looked like a lover’s embrace.

“Tomorrow. Zero hundred on the dot. Western quay. A shipment will be delivered inside shipping containers bearing the logo of a broken ‘S.’ Manifest will be under the name Beraht Zandt.”

Pressing her mouth to his cheek, she whispered. “And I’m sorry to tell you, your informant is dead. You won’t find him, either, so don’t go looking or you’ll attract unnecessary attention.”

Alistair’s hold on her tightened, and he attempted to lean back, pry more information out of the woman, but her grip was strong for such a tiny person.

Shaking him slightly, she hissed in his ear, “Promise me, handsome. You won’t go looking for trouble. Take what I gave you. Use what you find against Brosca, but don’t stir up the hornet's nest or you’ll put a target on your back so large you’ll never escape their reach. Promise me.”

Relaxing his grasp on her curvaceous form, he choked out a harsh whisper. “I promise.”

Unfurling her fingers from his cotton shirt, she stepped lightly out of his embrace, tossing him an inviting smile.

“Thanks for the dance, gorgeous. Maybe I’ll see you around.”

Her stride was quick for such a short-legged woman and in seconds, she melted into the crowd, lost in a sea of humans. The perfect escape route.

What in the Void just happened?

Returning to his place at the bar, his phone vibrated in his jean pocket. With a heavy sigh, he checked the harsh glow of the screen, and waved the bartender over to pay his tab.

They parked the stakeout van in a side alley halfway up the block from the club. The rest of his squad were hunkered inside, monitoring the surveillance footage of the interior and exterior activity of the club. Checking the alley was clear, he rapped his knuckles on the door of the vehicle and clambered inside as soon as it opened.

Immediately his partner, Cullen, rounded on him with a vicious snarl. “What the actual fuck was that, Alistair? You could have blown the entire op with that stunt!”

Scowling, Alistair snatched a piece of paper and messily scrawled the dwarven girl’s intel across the blank page. Spinning the sheet towards his partner in silent irritation, he tried not to gloat as the blonde read the information with wide eyes.

“Shit… if that’s true…”

“Then we have our first lead in six months and Chief can’t shut us down for failure to deliver,” Alistair finished.

Running a hand wearily across his features, Cullen glanced at the other faces of their squad and shook his head.

“We can’t be sure of this information, though. But we don’t have time to vet it, either. Not if the deal really is going down tomorrow night.”

“I know. It’s all we’ve got. We can’t sit on it.”

“No, we can’t,” Cullen agreed. Blowing out a breath, the blonde nodded crisply, as though reaching an internal decision.

“Fine, we’ll make plans for the bust tomorrow. We must all agree not to inform the Chief who your source for the intel was until we make good on it.” Multiple heads in the van nodded grimly.

Alistair snorted softly, his chiseled features crinkled in confusion. “And why not? She’s only a girl. Probably ex-Carta.”

A sinking sensation washed over him at the shell-shocked expressions on his team members’ faces in the van. Cullen barked out a sharp laugh of incredulity.

“Maker’s breath, you really don’t know who she is, do you?”

Crossing his arms, the auburn-haired man narrowed his eyes and replied evenly.

“No, we didn’t exchange pleasantries. I never gave my name, and she never gave hers. Why?  Who in the blasted Void is she?”

At Cullen’s chin jerk, Charter executed a complicated set of keystrokes on the computer. A long-range surveillance shot of the dwarven woman he’d lip locked filled the screen. Her heart-shaped mouth was quirked in the same teasing smirk from the club, and her dark eyes brimmed with cunning intelligence. She stared directly at the camera as though she knew it was there.

The name under the photo stopped his heart.

Sirra Brosca.

Kazmer’s only daughter and favorite child. Codename: “The Carta Darling of Denerim.”

“Andraste’s fucking sword.” Alistair groaned as he sank unsteadily into an empty chair.

“Yeah,” breathed Cullen.

#nacl prompts #modern au #sirrastair #Alistair x Sirra #carta darling #alistair theirin #sirra brosca

[bodypositiviteaandcakes]

So, I’m currently rereading one of your fanfics on AO3 (The much better, Dursleys can fuck off, Slytherins are people too AU) and I got distracted looking at your Tumblr. I’ve always been a big girl, but for the last 4 years or so I’ve been working on my self image, and for about a year I’ve been slowly losing weight just by not being so negative/hard on myself all the time. I still have a belly, I’m still chunky, but I’m less likely to beat myself up over it now. Yeah, I still have days where I feel like I’m ugly etc (particularly about a week ago, when I broke up with my then-boyfriend because he’d cheated on me twice and tried to make it a third time), but I’ve spent hours today going through your Tumblr and I’m not ashamed to admit that I actually cried. The world needs more of this content!!!

Also, as a side note: when I was 20, I was at a particularly good time in my life - my mental illnesses weren’t so bad, and I was *happy* with my job etc. And I’ve always thought that at that time was when I was at my slimmest, because I was happy. But I’ve got a picture that proves me wrong: you can tell that I’m happy, but I am bigger than what society says I should be. And you know what? I actually LOVE that picture of myself. Because yes, I’m big. But I am fucking beautiful. And I want to thank you for making my day brighter with the content on here

(I would share the pic but idk how to, considering its only on my phone. If you have tips on how to do it from my mobile/cell phone, that’d be awesome!)

OMG Op, you have no idea how happy getting this ask made me.  Like, I orignally posted that link on this blog because I didn’t want people getting spoiled on my main blog, since I was posting a lot about it at the time, but like, the fact that it was that fic that actually got you into Body Positivity makes me smile so big.  I got into body positivity by reading Megan Jayne Crabbe’s book on it, and realizing that this was how I wanted to live my life.  I was pretty tiny my whole childhood, but I had a bit of a belly, and I was always so ashamed of it.  And then when i got older, partly due to adolescence and partly due to my medication at the time, I started gaining a bit of weight when I was sixteen/seventeen.  I wasn’t what people would consider ‘big’ per se, but I had weight in all the ‘wrong’ places (belly, love handles, and I had boobs but a flat but).  My mom ended up putting me on a 1200 calorie a day diet because she still had issues with her own body and didn’t want me having them later, and so she was sort of deflecting onto me, adn while she later admitted it was wrong of her to do that, it made me really insecure for a while.  then I went on a medicine that acutally casued me to LOSE a lot of weight, and everyone was saying how pretty I was now that I’d lost a little weight and my belly was flatter.  That medicine ended up not being right for me, and I started going back to my natural body shape, which is around 120-135 (I’m five two), ad I have my mom and my grandma constantly working around the subject of my weight.  The thing is, though, while I don’t play any sports, my day-to-day usually involves a fair amount of light exercise (not right now, because quarantine, but in general).  I felt like every food choice I made was being scrutinized by society at large, and the people in my life in particular.  But for me, food is a huge part of enjoying life, and while I enjoy eating greens and vegetables and such, i also love butter and cream and pasta, and I wnated to be able to enjoy those without guilt.  I wanted to not feel like what I ate had an effect on my self-worth, and that’s when I discovered bo-po.  So I made a blog, both for myself and whoever might choose to follow it.  and sometimes I still have trouble with having a healthy body image, and I have to work hard not to feel like I’m ‘fake’ for preeching body positivity while having trouble practicing it.  The most important thing to remember when it comes to body positivity, i guess i’m trying to say, is that it’s hard to keep a healthy body image when the rest of the world is constantly pushing images of how your body ‘should’ look, but don’t give up!  because in the end, the best thing for everyone is learnign to love your body the way it is naturally.  Also, earning to live a healthy lifestyle both mentally and physically is important, not for the way you look, but for the way you FEEL.  Also, your ‘right’ to love yoruself and your body does not hinge on doing the best you can to be healthy, beause sometime that’s just not possible at a certain point in time.  Basically, it’s a long, hard journey to learn to love yourself the way you are, and without contingencies, but it’s so worth it, because it’s so much better for you than any alternative.

Sorry to ramble on, but getting this ask made me so happy.

Love,

Des

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Rainy Days

Request: Yes! no specifics just wanted another Natemare story.

Fandom: Natewantstobattle

Pairings: Natemare x Reader

Warnings: none.

A/N: I do take requests! If you'd like to make a request please go to my Character List link at the top of my blog for the rules before sending a request to my ask box (the link only works for mobile, I don’t know why I can’t fix it.) Thank you for taking the time to read this!

   “Fuck!” You groaned stepping out of your work building watching the rainfall. Tightening the band on your jacket you shivered a bit as the cold wind picked up. You were supposed to be home before the rain even started. Unfortunately, your boss decided to keep you to work on a few more forms for the new department.

Looking around the cold and wet environment you huffed in frustration. What were you going to do now? You started thinking about going back inside to wait out the rain but that wouldn’t stop for a good while. That’s when you remembered the little shop that's in the same block of your work building.

Bracing yourself for the cold water to just soak you, you tightened your jacket one more time and started to jog your way through the rain. Moving between the people walking to their next destination, you almost didn't notice how close you were to the shop til you almost slipped on the mat in front of the doors.

Regaining your balance you walked into the store and dried your shoes on the mats inside. You felt the warmth instantly welcoming it. You took your time walking around the aisles, looking at all the merchandise the shop had but also keeping an eye out for the umbrellas hoping to buy one for the rest of the walk home.

You were walking past all the snacks when you saw the umbrella stand, you hurried to it only seeing one left. Reaching out to grab the umbrella, you didn’t notice the other hand reaching for it as well. Both you and the stranger looked at each other for a second and pulled away when you two realized you were holding the others hand while grabbing the umbrella.

“Sorry about that, you go ahead and take it.” It was then that you got a better look at the person. He looked just as soaked as you were. There were droplets of water falling from his dark black hair, down his pale face and on to the store floor. He was wearing a black jacket with dark grey jeans, and black and purple converse.

“Oh no it’s alright you can take it, you look like you need it more than I do.” Grabbing the umbrella from the stand you hand it him giving him a small smile as he takes from you.

Looking at the umbrella in his hands and back at you as you were turning around and walking towards the exit, he called out to you before you were able to walk out the door. “Hey! uh if you don't mind me asking, where do you live?”

You turned around to face the guy. “Just a few blocks from here, not that far but not that close either. Why?” you shivered when you felt the cold air come into the store when another customer walked in.

Walking closer to where you were he took a good look at you. “I was thinking we could share the umbrella, I’ll pay for it. I live a few blocks away from here too. Whoever's house is first the other can just keep it. I’m only suggesting it since it looks like we both need it.”

You hesitate for a bit before looking outside knowing you couldn’t stand another few blocks without an umbrella. Looking back at the man you thought it would be strange sharing an umbrella with someone you had just met but you could get passed that honestly. You nodded and waited for him to pay for the umbrella.

Both of you walked outside and he opened the umbrella, it was a pretty decent size but you two still hand to stand pretty close to each other. Leading the way to your house you felt a little better walking in the rain with some protection from it.

It was a short time walking in silence when the man spoke up. “My name’s Natemare by the way, sorry for not telling you that a little earlier. What’s your name?”

“ My name’s (Y/n).” You gave him a genuinely friendly smile, ”So how did you get caught up in the rain?”

“I was helping my brother with one of his performers, she needed some advice on vocal warm-ups and tips on how to reach a certain range that doesn't strain her throat as much. Thought I’d be done before the rain started but I guess it went a little longer than expected. What about you?”

“I thought I’d be done with work before the rain started so I didn’t bother to bring an umbrella to work. That was until my boss wanted me to stay and help with the forms for the new department he’s working on. He said it be like 2 or 3 forms and that would’ve been it. Those 2 or 3 forms turned into 5 forms for each of the small sections in the department.” You moved the both of you to the side to avoid a puddle of water, groaning in annoyance remembering the boring hours in your boss’s office. “Work sucks but it pays the bills I guess.”

Natemare chuckled at you childish action and noticed you were getting wet again so he pulled you closer with his arm around your waist so were more inside the umbrella. “Sorry if I just made things more awkward. But I saw you were getting wet again, you should really shower when you get home. Don’t need you getting sick.”

You laughed at how awkward he was being, it was actually pretty cute. “Yeah you should too, you don't need to get sick either.”

After walking a couple of blocks you both looked up when you saw lightning in the sky, bracing yourself for the thunder to come right after it. You still weren't prepared for it to sound so close though.catching you off guard you clung to Natemare’s arm, “Shit I’m sorry I hate thunder, it always catches me off guard and scares the crap out of me.”

“Don’t be sorry it’s fine, and truth be told you're pretty cute when you're scared.” He gave you a smirk when he saw you were blushing.

You were about to say something when you spotted your house down the street. “Oh, hey I’m just down this street. Thanks for walking home, Natemare.”

Right, when you were about to tell him he could keep the umbrella the rain started to pick up turning in to a heavy storm with the lightning in the distance. “You have got to be kidding me.”

You both started to run in the direction of your house dropping the umbrella once you got under your porch. “Hey you can stay for a while and wait out the rain I think my brother left some clothes you can borrow if you want to shower so you won't get sick.” As your telling him this you grab your keys from your bag and quickly opened your front door.

Stepping into your home Natemare felt warmth slowly embrace him. “Thanks for offering me to stay for a while I don't think I would’ve made it home in one piece in this rain.”

You smiled at him at walked over to a small closet by the stairs and took out towels, tossing one to him. “It’s no problem, you can follow me upstairs I’ll show you to the guest bathroom and I’ll get you the clothes.”

Leading him upstairs you walked up to a long hallway stretching from left to right. You walked towards the right side and into a bedroom. Opening up the closet you turned to Natemare gestured towards the clothes. “Sorry if they don't fit but you can pick whatever you wanna wear. You can leave your clothes in the laundry room that's right next to this room, the bathroom is right in front of this room. I’ll be at the other end of the hall if you need anything just knock on the door.” He nods in response and you leave him to get himself cleaned up.

After some time you got done getting cleaned and warmed up you both decided to watch some movies while your clothes were drying. You made a quick pasta dinner for the both of you and ate while watching the random movie he picked out.

Halfway through the movie, you started to feel cold so you got up to get a blanket from your room. “Hey, do you want a blanket too? It’s starting to get a bit cold down here.”

Natemare turned away from the tv to look at you, “uh yeah sure, that’d be great right now thanks (Y/n).” He turned back to the tv giving his full attention to the movie again.

Grabbing the two nearest fluffy blankets from your bed you folded them a bit to be easier to carry downstairs. Once you were back in the living room you handed him one of the blankets and sat back down on your spot on the couch getting comfortable and cozy under your blanket.

You didn’t realize you started to doze off till you woke up to the tv off and you looked over at Natemare who was now asleep leaning on your shoulder. In your sleepy haze, you didn't think anything of it so you fell back asleep leaning your head a little bit on his.

You woke up to Natemare lightly shaking your shoulder. “(Y/n), hey wake up sleepy head.” Once he saw you were awake he got up and started folding the blanket you gave him. “Sorry if I fell asleep on you, I swear I remember falling asleep with my head against the back of the couch. I don't remember moving to your shoulder.”

You stretched and let out a small yawn. “It’s fine I didn’t really notice so you're good.” You got up and folded your blanket and grabbed both of them and headed upstairs.”I’ll be down in a bit with your clothes.”

Tossing the blankets on your bed you made your way to the laundry room and grabbed his clothes out of the dryer folding them and headed back downstairs seeing Natemare putting on his shoes.

“Thanks again for letting me stay here till the rain passed.” He took the clothes after slipping on his other shoe. “And thanks for drying my clothes, seriously that’s really nice of you. I’ll be back to return your brothers clothes later or tomorrow after I wash them if that’s alright with you.”

“Yeah, that’s fine with me.” Looking at the umbrella by the door you picked it up, it was still slightly wet from yesterday. “You can keep the umbrella, it looks like its just sprinkling now but I don’t think you wanna take the chance.”

Taking the umbrella from you he gave you a cute bright smile, “Yeah I wouldn’t want to end up soaked again.”

Opening the front door to leave he walked out on two the porch and opened the umbrella. Turning around before he could leave he tries to ask you something but you couldn’t hear him over the rain hitting your roof so you stepped outside asking him to repeat what he said. “Uh I um, I wanted to know if you wanted to get coffee or maybe dinner some time?”

You smiled at him nodding your head in response. “Yeah, sure. I’d actually really like that. Um, we can talk about that more when you return the clothes.”

Natemare smile grew a bit in excitement. “Sure thing, sounds great! See you again (Y/n).” Turning around walking down the stairs of your porch he turned to walk down the street on his way home.

You smiled to yourself watching him disappear the farther he got. You were excited to see him again and get to know him better on that date of yours.

#natemare #natemare x reader #natemare fic #natewantstobattle #YouTuber Egos #natewantstobattle egos #x reader

[rosykims]

DRAGON AGE QUESTIONS

tagged by: @nordxz​ thanks so much !!! *heart emoji* 

favourite game of the series?

origins! although inquisition is very close as well.  inquisition was my favourite for a very time, but like midway through last year i replayed origins and it just felt.....so good. i really struggled with enjoying dao because of the clunky fighting system but an amazing mutual introduced me to a mod that lets u skip fights basically lol, so i was just able to focus on the story/characters/exploration of the game, which just....made me realize how immensely beautiful the game actually is, and i fell in love all over again aaaaa

how did you discover dragon age?

i was a huge mass effect fan ! mass effect was the game that motivated me to make this blog, actually, and obviously through following people i saw a lot of posts from the da community as well. so i bought origins and inquisition (i had NO idea there was a da2 until half way through awakening lmao) and tried to play origins but HATED it gtrhutgrhugtr and then eventually gave it another try like a month later and completely loved it and now here we are

how many times you’ve played the games?

not as many times as some people on here have - i would say origins maybe four times, da2 maybe twice, inquisition three times. but that also doesnt count all the timesw ive created new games and then abandoned them lol bc theres too many to count 

favourite race to play as?

love me some elf booty ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

favourite class?

at first it was rogue dual wielder ! i played as a rogue in every single first-time playthrough and idk i felt that class has always been the easiest/most op. but in the last maybe 2 years it’s changed to mage. ive always been super intimidated by magic classes in every game i play but i LOVE inquisition’s mage classes/specializations and i can never go back now

do you play through the games differently or do you make the same decisions each time?

im so so so bad and i usually end up making very similar choices, but usually bc i just......replay the same characters every time hgtuhgtruhgtrui. i REALLY need to make more da ocs to explore more choices but....i dont want to lol i already have to many. i still havent sided with the templars in a playthrough like i just cant do it 

go-to adventuring group?

i always bring my characters love interest with them no matter what, just bc its cute, but usually i try to evenly cycle the other characters around that. i always try to have a warrior/rogue/mage in every party. but sometimes i’ll go warrior/warrior/mage/mage especially if i need to focus on straight damage and a LOT of healing lol

my favourite parties would probably be:

dao - alistair + zevran + wynne (wholesome and also funny)

da2 - anders + fenris + merrill (SO much chaotic energy)

dai - solas + cassandra + cole (i just love them ok)

which of your characters did you put the most thought into?

ashara lavellan, my canon inquisitor who was never supposed to be canon tghtgurhtrg. my original canon inq was a trevelyan rogue, who was super nice and good. i made ashara so that i could actually play as an evil/mean character without feeling bad lol, oh and i also wanted to see what the deal with solas was bc i had heard his romance was good ;;;;) anyway that backfired and i ended up completely falling in love with her, and i STILL couldnt make the tough choices with her so i was like ok maybe she isnt THAT evil and now shes just..... the way she is now i guess lmao

favourite romance?

trhhtruih okay u guys KNOW its solas. u know. i dont even have to say anythiing about it bc...u fucking know

(alistair’s is very close tho)

have you read any of the comics/books?

i havent :(((( im such a bad fan but i cannot deal with ordering online and thats the only place ive been able to find them. im planning on reading asunder and the masked empire as soon as i get the chance (and the money) tho !!

if you read them, which was your favourite book?

nope

favourite DLCs?

trespasser ! its pretty simple and very plot-driven like u didnt have to worry about side missions as much as u would with other dlcs so idk that was... refreshing. but obviously i loved it just bc it was so beautiful and intense and sad (since my chara romanced solas obviously) and that music score????? unbelievable i’ll never be over it

things that annoy you.

can i say the fandom trghuitgrhutrhui

mostly the thing that pisses me off the most is the grey morality. writers trying to make everything deep and Thought Provoking like..... no jerry, slavery IS bad theres no alternative viewpoint lol??????? also the fucking whitewashing makes me see red. 

orlais or ferelden?

ferelden!!!!! (*blows a kiss* for highever)

templars or mages?

mages <3 

if you have multiple characters, are they in different/parallel universes or in the same one?

i only have like 3 protag da characters and they’re all canon, although emeraude is an au. so ella is my canon warden and ashara is my canon inquisitor, but emeraude does exist in that universe, bc i hc she befriended the warden and alistair when they visited the alienage, and she was very outspokenly angry and didn’t really give a shit that alistair was going to be heir. which alistair really,,, appreciated i guess? so emeraude is made his official elven adviser after his coronation but she also kinda helps out as a royal protector because she’s one of the only people in court they both trust completely lol. also she is....stronk. 

and the only other characters i have for da are obviously side characters who are related to my canon protags so. they’re all canon as well lol

what did you name your pets? (mabari, summoned animals, mounts, etc)

ella named her dog ser bark gthutgrhutghruihtr she thought it was cute ok

emeraude just went with barkspawn since alistair came up with the idea as a joke but she thought the joke was so bad she made them keep it as punishment vjhuightui

i dont really have a hawke oc but.....he named his dog shepard in my playthrough ! like from mass effect ;;;;)))

have you installed any mods?

origins is modded to hell and back and i genuinely couldn’t play the game without mods at this point. inquisition is slightly modded but im in the process of removing them all, and only keeping a few because my game runs pretty terribly with them installed 

did your warden want to become a grey warden?

ella did ! but it was kind of,, a naive childhood dream, she had a really romanticized view of the wardens and she wanted a life of excitement and bravery and adventure, not really taking into consider all the bad things about it (and obviously not knowing the full truth about what it means to be a warden)

emeraude did NOT want to be a warden. she basically had to be dragged out of the alienage because she wanted to stay and protect her community. she never really enjoyed being a warden, although her friendship with alistair was its one redeeming quality 

hawke’s personality?

uh i cant remember the colour/personality thing but he was a combo of funny/ethical. mostly there for memes tho. 

did you make matching armor for your companions in inquisition?

for origins i do ! i always make sure alistair and ella wear the grey warden armour, as well as every warden in awakening. thats like, all theyre allowed to wear lmao.

if your character(s) could go back in time to change one thing, what would they change?

ella would obviously change her family’s murder lol, and emeraude would at least try and change what happened at her wedding, to prevent shianni and the others from being hurt. 

ashara would change romancing solas :((( she was so angry at herself after discovering who he was, and she felt weak and foolish which she HATES more than any other feeling, so she definitely wishes she had never met him for a long time. after she kind of processes it though, and learns to deal with her anger, her answer would be that she wishes she had saved the chargers. it’s the one move she made that actually keeps her up at night sometimes. 

do you have any headcanons about your character(s) that go against canon?

ghuitrhuigtrhugtr so many. canon? dont know her. 

the biggest example would be that i hc king!alistair was at the winter palace during the wicked hearts level. because uh..... celene and the fereldan monarchs had been corrosponding for over 10 years, trying to build up rapport, of COURSE the king would be there to see who the potential ruler/s of orlais would be and whether or not he ought to be worried. like. im sorry but alistair was there lol you can’t change my mind. i also hc he helps ashara with information about the grey wardens during this chapter, because ???? it just makes sense??? im so angry i wish this was canon

are any of your characters based on someone?

ok it was unintentional but ashara reminds me of an english teacher i had in highschool who was very scary but also....really cool and i loved her. it was an accident but,, still counts. 

who did you leave in the fade?

gtiturghtugh okay at the risk of pissing off EVERYBODY who reads this, i left hawke in the fade, even though it was a toss up between hawke and stroud. it was ashara’s fault tho !!! she would have 100% prioritzed an alliance with the grey wardens over like,, some guy. it broke my heart but yeah That happened. 

favourite mount?

i like all the elk mounts mostly ! but i never use them bc they sound ugly af

tagging : @trvelyans​ @f3nharel​ @allisondraste​ @ensevens​ @tethraas​ @talizorah​ @fereldun​ if u are up to it <3 and whoever else wants to do this ! 

#/ long post #sorry this is so long i got carried away oops #dai #dao #da2 #personal

[teenwolfpotential]

Season 6/6B Sterek: Scenes & Dialogue

Purpose: To identify and catalog all the direct and indirect Sterek interactions in season 6/6B of Teen Wolf (because there aren’t any direct or indirect Sterek moments in 6A).

Notes:

“Stiles Talking” or “Derek Talking” indicate only one person is present in the scene while the other is talked about or referenced with an image

if not labeled that, a scene incudes Stiles and Derek directly interacting

(fan meta) indicates a scene without strong canon text or subtext that is still considered important in the fan meta

names for each scene are how the scenes are tagged on my blog, if a scene has a “/” it’s because there are tags relating to different parts of the scene

“…” indicates a scene jump or unrelated dialogue that’s been cut out

() have been added to clarify unheard actions in a scene that affect the dialogue or to clarify the presence/awareness of Derek or Stiles throughout the scene

dialogue source is my transcript from watching the scenes

Episode 11: Said the Spider to the Fly

FBI Target

FBI Instructor: One recent manhunt had our crisis response team chasing down a bizarrely feral unsub in the wilderness of North Carolina-

(video of Derek running through the woods shirtless is playing as the Instructor says this)

Stiles: (spits out his water loudly)

FBI Instructor: Is there a problem... young man?

Stiles: No, sorry.  Uh, just got a little excited.  No problem.  Little question, though.  That guy up there, what’s uh, he wanted for?

FBI Instructor: Murder.

Stiles:  It’s uh... Sorry, just what kind of, uh, murder exactly?

FBI Instructor: Mass murder.

Episode 19: Broken Glass

Derek Talking: (fan meta) Reason for Return (reference for things said in Return to Beacon Hills)

Chris:

I get the need to keep your feet from the fire, but I also don’t think you want to see Beacon Hills burn to the ground.

Derek: You’re asking me to come back.

Chris: How about admitting with great difficulty that we need you.

Derek: That sounds more like an Argent.

Chris: And protecting Beacon Hills sounds more like a Hale.

Derek: Look, if I go back, it’s not for Beacon Hills.  And there’s something I gotta take care of first. 

Chris: Where did you get that?

Derek: Whoever murdered that pack in Brazil?  They were looking for this.  And I’m going to make sure they never find it.

Episode 20: The Wolves of War

Return to Beacon Hills

(Stiles runs into a hunter with his jeep, arriving to Beacon Hills)

Stiles: You didn’t think you were doing this without me, did ya?

(Derek appears in front of Stiles’ door)

Derek: Without us?

(Stiles rolls his eyes)

...

(Scott kneels by Deucalion’s dead body, the others standing nearby)

Malia: It’s really started, hasn’t it?

Stiles: What’s started?

Scott: It’s an all out war.

(Stiles is looking at Derek, Scott rises and walks over to hug Derek)

Peter: As much as I enjoy the impromptu family reunion, what are you doing here?

Derek: I found a pack slaughtered in Brazil.  There were two words written in blood on the wall: Beacon Hills.

Scott: You came back for Beacon Hills?

Derek: No, I came back for you. (*)

(radio in the jeep crackling, everyone gathers around it)

Gerard: (over the radio) Blood and destruction.  Dreadful objects so familiar.  All pity choked with custom of fell deeds, and Caesar’s spirit, ranging for revenge, with Ate by his side come hot from Hell, shall in these confines with a monarch’s voice-

Gerard: Do you know the rest, Scott?  Do you know your Shakespeare?

(Scott holds the radio up to Derek)

Derek: Cry Havoc! and let slip the dogs of war.

Gerard: War indeed.  Welcome back, Derek.  You must all be feeling rather nostalgic.  Are you pleased with the little family reunion I’ve gathered around you, Scott?

Scott: Yeah, why don’t you come join us and I can thank you in person.

Gerard: I even have a few visitors for you from London.  Even someone like Jackson Whittemore couldn’t resist coming back to Beacon Hills. Say hello, Jackson!

(Gerard shocks Jackson)

Jackson: Do it again old man.  Come a little closer.  I’m going to shove that thing so far up your ass!

Gerard: Lost none of his charm, has he?  You can find him here with us at the armory, Scott.  In fact, I’m going to tell you where to find all of them.  Your deputy hellhound met some friends of his while responding to a call at Eichen House. Your father was on his way back from San Francisco with the goal of entering the fight, but he didn’t get far.  You might want to tell your mother to skip her shift at the hospital tonight.  Liam and his friends are there now.  Optimistic of them but whoafully ill-advised.  This is how you wage war Scott.  The strategic positioning of your army against theirs.  Which is why you will come to me.  You will try to save as many as you can, and you might even save a few, but your limited resources will be stretched thin, and ultimately you will fail.  The dogs of war, Scott.  They’re coming for you.

(*can be interpreted as the singular ‘you’ or the plural ‘you’)

FBI Rescue

Stiles: So literally day one of my internship and up comes this slide about this guy they’ve been chasing in the woods in North Carolina.

Malia: I thought you were in South America?

Derek: I was.  The bodies of the werewolves I told you about?  They blamed me.

Stiles: So, I learn that the FBI's cornered this feral, mass-murdering unsub-

Derek: I found a group of hunters gathering in a meeting place and I was trying to get information.

Stiles: Well the FBI found out about it too, and they were planning a SWAT assault to take him down dead or alive.  And, as we all know, though, with Derek it’s preferably dead.

Derek: Preferably.

Stiles: So I convinced them to take me on the field op.

Lydia: You convinced the FBI to bring an intern onto an extremely dangerous field operation?

Derek: I’m surprised he didn’t convince them he could lead it.

Stiles: I tried.  Didn’t work.  

Stiles: Anyway, long story short, I basically, you know, had to save his life.

(video of Stiles rescuing Derek)

Derek: That’s... not how it happened.

Stiles: Yeah, I may have left out a detail, but that’s the gist of what happened. That’s the essential essence of it.

Derek: You couldn’t walk.

Stiles: I was limping.

Derek: You couldn’t walk and I know that because I was carrying you.

(video of Derek carrying Stiles)

Stiles: They shot my toe.  You want to see it?  

(Derek rolls his eyes)

Stiles: My toe was caught in the crossfire.  It was obliterated.

Lydia:  Okay, forget your toe.

Stiles: Obliterated.

Scott: Guys, we’ve got another problem.  It’s not just the hunters.

Lydia: It’s called the Anuk-Ite

...

Scott: It can get into your head.  It can make you see things.

Stiles: What does it look like?

Lydia: It used to look like two ordinary people, but somehow they merged.  All we know is that it’s made of two faces- one human, the other supernatural.

Scott: It’s a shapeshifter, just like us, but it knows what you’re afraid of, what you fear most.

Malia: And now it can kill you just by looking at you.

Stiles: Okay, so you’re telling me we gotta go up against this thing blind?  And face our deepest fear?

Scott: Yeah.  Why, what do you fear most?

Stiles: Blindness.

Derek: Becoming blind?

Stiles: Yeah, terrified of it.  Always have been.  It just seems to be a situation of unfortunate overlap.

Scott: Lydia, you and Stiles need to find Argent and get to the armory, rescue Jackson.

Lydia: I don’t think we have time to wait for him.  I’ve gotten through those doors once anyway.  I can do it again.

Stiles: Can we slow it down just for one second and make sure I’m grasping this? So... we’re actually talking about doing this?  We’re gonna do exactly what Gerard wants us to?  Is that right?  

Scott: I think that if we stop the Anuk-Ite, we stop it all.

Derek: Stopping this thing can stop Gerard and the hunters?

Scott: Not all of them are hunters.

Lydia: He’s right.  Most of them are ordinary people acting out of fear.

Scott: Monroe’s not gonna change.  But I think that we can reach the others. Most of them, actually.

Lydia: The Anuk-Ite is causing them to come from a place of fear.

Derek: Well, fear’s pretty motivating, especially when it leads to anger.

Scott: And I think that if we can take out the fear, we can take out the fight in them too.  They’re afraid of us, but they don’t have to be.  They just have to change their minds.

Derek: No, we have to change their minds.

Malia: Okay, we can face the Anuk-Ite.  We can try to fight it blind, we can try to face our fears, but we still need to know how to catch it.

Scott: Yeah, we’ll figure that out.  We always do.

Derek: Well, it’s nice to see that somebody hasn’t lost their optimism.

Scott: Not yet.

Stiles: I have.

Lydia: We will buy you time, Scott.  Who knows, maybe Jackson has the answer.

Malia: Maybe Argent will come back for(?) them.

Scott: You two, you’re with me (to Malia and Derek).  And we need Peter. Anyone who can help stop this thing or slow it down.

Malia: Where we headed?

Scott: The high school.

Derek: That’s where we’re going to find this thing?

Scott: No, it’ll find us.

Defeating Anuk-Ite

(Stiles bursts into the library, the Anuk-Ite looks at Stiles, Stiles throws a jar of mountain ash that breaks on impact, the ash swarms around the Anuk-Ite and hardens to stone, cuts to Derek breaking free of his stone prison)

Final Library

(Stile is kneeling by Scott in the library after Scott gouged his own eyes out and the Anuk-Ite was defeated)

Malia: (arriving) Scott?

(Stiles moves to allow Malia to be beside Scott, Derek follows Stiles with his eyes as Stiles gets up)

Malia: He’s not healing?  Scott, what happened to your eyes?

Scott: I had to.  I’m sorry.

Derek: Scott, you have to heal.  If your eyes stay like this much longer, the damage is going to be permanent.

Stiles: Come on, Scott.  Concentrate.

Scott: I’m trying.  It’s just not working.  I can’t focus.

Malia: Hey, hey, look at me.  Yes you can.  Just concentrate.

Scott: I can’t, I can’t.  I can’t do it.

Malia: Yes you can.  Scott?  Please just look at me.

Lydia: Malia.  Kiss him.

Malia: What?

Lydia: Kiss. Him.

(Scott’s eyes heal, Stiles look over to Derek in relief and finds Derek already looking back, Derek looks back to the healed Scott)

Pack Roll-Out

Scott: (voiceover) They ran that night.  Gerard put guns in people’s hands, but a lot less than he thought were actually willing to use them.  More people know our secret now, but more of them are on our side.  They weren’t afraid of us anymore.  Now we have allies who used to be enemies, we have protectors, we have friends willing to fight for us.  The rest of us have been looking for others, like you.

(Chris’ car pulls up, Scott and Alec get out, Chris drives off)

...

Scott: We’re meeting up with some people who can help us.  Some of them are always with us, others come when we need them, but tonight we need everyone we can get.

(Stiles’ Jeep and Derek’s new Camaro come driving up from opposite directions at the same time, Malia’s car comes in perpendicular, they all get out- Stiles and Lydia from his car, Derek from his, and Malia and Liam from hers)

Alec: Are they all... different?

Scott: Some of them are.  Some can do things you’d never believe.  And others might only be human

(Stiles winks)

Scott: But they make up for it by being really smart or really good in a fight.

Alec: Who are they?

Scott: My friends.  My pack.  And you can be with us if you want, but you’re gonna have to fight.

Alec: Against Monroe.

Scott: And everyone that follows her.

Alec: She said she’d find me, that she’d hunt me down and kill me.  She didn’t care how old I was. She said I was a monster.

Scott: You’re not a monster.  You’re a werewolf, like me.

(they all form a line to walk off, everyone looks up and down the line at various points)

(there are  no direct interactions in this scene between Stiles and Derek, but they’re both present and involved in the situation for quite some time)

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