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starshipsofstarlord · 3 months

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Pretty Eyes (2)

summary - you and daryl have reverted to your original positions, however your divide in getting along isn’t only affecting the two of you. it’s endangering the group, and so when needs must, you have to reconcile and make a truce (2.2k)

warnings - 18+ mdni, mentions of sex and slight mention of drugs, mentions of death, mentions of domestic abuse, silent treatment, swearing, slight angst, trust issues

a/n - i am aware that I said there would be smut in this part, however i liked the way this turned out. dw there will be a part 3! i’m really enjoying writing this, it’s my favourite mini series i’ve written so far

part one / daryl dixon works / main masterlist

His gaze avoided any direction that you were in, and you could tell that any soft interaction that you had shared was obsolete in his damned brain. It was possible that that the alarms instigating a departure from the CDC was a good thing, as then you didn’t make a mistake by sharing a tousled bedspread with the youngest Dixon.

You had remembered in the state of needing to survive, that he didn’t care about you, and vice versa, and the only reason you had almost allowed him to fuck you was out of celebration for thinking that you were safe from the dawning aspects of the hungry wilderness. The booze hadn’t helped either, and that to have found yourself in those circumstances, that you had probably drank too much.

Any time you were involved in a conversation, he would talk right past you, as though you weren’t even there at all. You weren’t stupid, you could recognise regret even if wasn’t right before your eyes, and Daryl felt it, and what for? Because he almost exposed the slither of vulnerability with you?

Despite finding him to be a ridicule in his amenity of ignoring you, you didn’t see him as weak, he was one of the reasons that you had made it to the Greene farm after Carl had been shot, aiming for the same deer as the man who had held the gun. Otis, that was his name. He had felt responsible before he died, but Hershel, the eldest and father of the family, saw you as a herd of burdens on his land, but you could only see one, and it was walking straight towards you, his foot falls being wide and ebbed with integral emotion.

It wasn’t Daryl, rather it was Shane, which was unsurprising as the redneck appeared to prefer steering clear of you entirely. His face was filled with spiced annoyance, and it made you realise that he was not walking to converse with you of his own free will, Rick, the sheriff whom had shifted everything, had sent him over to you.

The two of you had held mutual respect for one another, or at least you had back at the camp that was located in Atlanta. He had appreciated that you were willing to speak out against the arrogance of the Dixons, as not many people could find the confidence in themselves to do so, other than himself of course, for which he prided himself on.

He saw himself as a man, but you could see the averted change to his person, he had become slippery with a jurisdiction to pursue everyone as an enemy, and worst of all, lie blankly to the faces of those that surrounded him. Otis died in vain, you knew that, and for what? So Shane could get a head start in recalling his stature to safety, that was why.

He was selfish, and his slope of goodness was crumbling, the world had gotten to him; not everyone was built for the end of it, it was a frame of mind that kept you going, and more importantly helped you to stay alive. His was almost gone, vanished as his brain became plagued with the mindset that he knew what was best for your people.

It was humorous to think that he still saw himself as the leader, he’d had that position swept out from beneath his feet, unknowingly at first, by none other than his best friend. It was a betrayal in his looking and dark eyes, however it had come full circle, because as much as you’d have preferred to have stay a foot away from their business, it was evident that they harboured emotions towards the same woman.

Finally, as you patiently awaited for the brute before you to speak, you could see the slither of the archer’s silhouette within the corner of your eye, returning from his search to uncover the whereabouts of Sophia, whom had ran into the woods alone, and never came out. “Spit it out, I haven’t got all day Shane.” You sighed, refocusing your attention on him rather than Daryl, who once again ignored your presence.

“Rick wants you to get along with Daryl.” He was blunt, as though he was reciting a written speech that he had prepared for him, and you wouldn’t have been surprised if that had been the case. “It’s causing problems for the group, you’re a reasonable woman, so I’m sure you can understand.” You cocked your brow at his rehearsed lines, crossing your arms expectedly as you smirked, penetrating the large man with your stone like glare.

“I can understand that you’re all too scared to pull Daryl up on this, but he’s the one that’s not speaking so much as a word to me. It’s not a problem to me that I’m getting the silent treatment, so how come it is for you lot?” It hurt your feelings a little, sure, but in all honesty it was the least of your problems, one if provoked was stood right in front of you, attempting to rationalise the childlike behaviour that you were being given by the surly archer.

Shane huffed diligently, rolling his irises around in the whites of his eyes, unamused by the ignorance that he decided you held on the situation. He didn’t like the red neck either, he never had, but against his judgement he was here, being the messenger to resolve the petty exchange, or lack of, that you and Daryl were berating one another with. This wasn’t the camp that he had founded anymore, you had all left the gory scene, and those of you that had survived had experienced worse than you had ever imagined.

People were dead, and whilst a particular man in the afterlife had deserved the horror that had unexpectedly struck him, they had lost others than just Ed. You had watched, in the midst of trying to defend yourselves those that you had found along the way were destined to be nothing short of a feast for the undead. And you were a fighter, a good one at that, Shane could tell by how you effortlessly made the walkers fall with a plummeting of a sharp object to the location of their brains.

“Because…” the man whom had once been in military trailed off, feeling thus more controlled by Rick than he was with him in command before the outbreak, “we all need to get along, there’s nothing else that’s keeping us together than simply being alive. And if push comes to shove,” which it would, Shane thought to himself, “you and Daryl are going to have to work together.” He trusted Daryl the least, but if he could get you to understand that your skills were necessary, and that you had to communicate with the handler of the crossbow, then there would be less chance of a problem aspiring from him.

Daryl had a problem, in Shane’s eyes, and that was believing that the little girl was still alive in the depths of the woods, going so far as convincing Carol that he would find her. Shane needed you to be exactly how you were back at the camp, he thought ironically it was due to the eldest Dixon’s absence as to why you were leashing yourself from calling out any bullshit, you felt bad. You pitied the man in your own way, but that wasn’t it. He was ignoring you solely not for the reason for how you had previously spoken to Merle, it was because he had missed the opportunity of getting his dick wet.

Just the thought caused you to swell with anger, it was so typical for him to blame you for the intrusion, rather than the bleating emergency that upheld you with the threat of impending slaughter. But you had gotten out, escaped the narrow destruction that would have taken you with it, and because of it, Daryl saw you as nothing more than one of the trees, stood around them, and acting as nothing other than a distraction.

“Fine. If it’ll get you to stop berating me, I’ll talk to him right now.” You weren’t ready to, you thought in solitary, however you had never been one to back down from a challenge, even if your pride was being held by a thread. There was no cause for you to feel nervous when it involved Daryl, nothing had happened. So you couldn’t understand why as you stalked in the direction of the lone wolf, the reason your heart was berating an echo within your ear drums, and the purpose as to why your hands sweltered and grew nervously clammy.

It wasn’t a big deal. None of it was, other than continuing to live another day as it came, and speaking to Daryl wouldn’t kill you, only wound your pride a little. His spectre of a physique was within your peripheral, he was sat with a vast lack of company upon an astray log, dwindling his fingers together, holding a glinting knife between them. It was understandable that he was deterred from much to do, you felt the same, you were inhabiting the indefinite peace whilst it lasted.

The air stung you as you awaited for your own dialogue to slice through and disturb the lack of bouldering tension the hunter was distributing. He was slightly tense, but that was all, which was understandable considering that his task continued to be unresolved. “I believe you, y’know.” Your mouth felt irritatingly dry as the words ushered from your vocal cords, provoking the attention of the man whom had long since previously had you pinned vulnerably beneath his aroused body. Well it hadn’t been much time since then, but it definitely felt that way. “With Sophia being out there I mean.”

It wasn’t a fleeting battle when there was a child scarcely all alone in the threatening triumphs of the unknown, more so one that had travelled so far with you. Daryl could only scoff, biting back a retort in your direction, clearly disgruntled and unmelted by your peace offering of conversation. “Makes you the only one then.” He stated, convinced with the untested fate of Sophia, his jaw clenching at the unimaginable that may have unravelled without the fruits of knowledge.

“Is that so bad, that I believe you? That I trust you?” Trust was never something you would have once conferred with the name Dixon, but the man had proven himself despite his howling arrogance towards you that he could survive this, and have your back all the same. Without leaning on one another, none of you would have made it this far, and if this was the end, that you would possibly die on the road after Hershel gave you the boot, then you felt the desire to voice your prevailing emotions, rather than act impulsively on the unquenchable nature of lust.

“Ya don’ trus’ me, yer jus’ bein’ stupid.” His accent rang thick as he relished in his frugal spite of allowing a single soul close to him, it was his greatest fear, and he was full with an appetite of pushing you further and further away. Or perhaps he didn’t keen in your direction, you were a stiletto in his foot, pressing the sharp heel into his border of preferred personal space. He wanted you gone, to be notarised by each person in your travelling camp to be left be, especially you. He stepped unwillingly closer, hoping that the decrease in distance would make you flee from his eyesight.

“You’re right I was being stupid, when I was just seconds away from letting you fuck me.” He forced himself not to meet your eyes that were speaking a different story than your mouth, yearning to be accepted within his small list of those he cared for. They were alluring, a drug that he couldn’t quite get a fix of, splicing deeper into him than the arrow had. “And to think, you said I had pretty eyes…” You teased narrowly, slyly rolling them as you glared at him, surprisingly without judgement. “We didn’t do anything, and it meant nothing, so I propose we make amends so we can both get on with the shit surrounding our lives.”

“Make amen’s, I don’t want to make anythin’, ‘cept be left alone.” He huffed sparingly, whipping around to walk away and back to his own self-induced confinement, but you didn’t let him. You couldn’t. With defiance you grabbed his wrist, enabling him to turn around, and you felt a shiver run through your veins. It was like your blood vessels were bursting with contagious sparks, adrenaline coursing through every bone in your body, as you lowly looked up at him, finally making direct eye contact. “Fuck it.”

He hissed, ignoring the hand of yours that was attached to his wrist, and within seconds his hands were harshly cradling your face, his lips pressed hungrily upon your own. It made you forget the devastation of life in which was poisoning the world, and convinced you that you were unknowingly trapped in the CDC once again, celebrating something rather than berating any figment of emotion that crossed your minds. You never wanted to stop sharing your laboured breaths as your lips refused to detach, and Daryl had no intention of doing so as his hands gravitated towards your waist, pulling the entirety of your body closer.

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a-d-nox · 20 days

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the root chakra and whether i believe you could survive an apocalypse

the root chakra is telling of our survival instincts and what we need to survive.

1 (the magician): absolutely these people are super resourceful and can definitely figure out how to survive in a post-apocalyptic world.

media representation: mike lowe on alone s2

2 (the high priestess): you saw the end coming but likely want nothing to do with long term living in a world without life and only death. you probably are a prepper though.

3 (the empress): it's pretty unlikely you will live - you are too reliant on others providing for you and likely would miss the convince of the modern world.

4 (the emperor): 100% is going to live - this person saw it coming and was preparing for a long time (mentally, physically, etc). they don't have interest in a commune either or rather they would never be dependent on others to survive - they would probably become a leader in an apocalypse.

media representation: any lead character in a post-apocalyptic movie / tv show

5 (the hierophant): dooms-dayer - 100% percent would pray on those who are scared and convince them that you have minimal ways to survive most of which will involve aiding them. they are the type to dictate to others what they need to be done but won't get their own hands dirty. they have zero issues turning religion into a way of life and claiming that current passages were warning them all along - they definitely would result to implementing scare tactics.

media representation: david in the last of us

6 (the lovers): reliant on others for survival. they aren't likely to last long in that regard but also they are likely prone to depression and would become existentialistic.

7 (the charioteer): their survival depends on whether or not they have survival gear - if they don't have a good baseline, they are likely going to be the first to go. they do make good nomads though so long as they do not depend on motorways too early into the apocalypse.

8 (strength): they start out strong then end up giving up. they can be prone to getting hurt too so it is likely they will succumb to infection - perhaps consider shaping up your first aid and herbal knowledge base.

9 (the hermit): the hermit himself was a man of the wilderness - he disappeared on his own and survived on his own. these people are likely to do the same. very little will impend them they just have to be of the mindset they can do it.

media representation: the tv show alone

10 (wheel of fortune): this is the person who just survives based off of dumb luck sometimes these people have really really bad luck though.

11 (justice): this is a practical individual - who knows how to use their resources. unfortunately, they are rather high maintenance so they might be unhappy in a post-apocalyptic world.

media representation: american horror stories: apocalypse (s8)

12 (the hanged man): nope 100% wouldn't make it - probably would be the one to want to loot and take from stores then get hurt in the process because they aren't aggressive enough.

13 (death): they bounce back all the time, so i wouldn't be surprised if they just keep coming back from almost dying.

media representation: joel in the last of us

14 (temperance): they would be great at moderation/rationing their supplies, but they can experience exposure to the elements that nearly kills them if not kills them.

15 (the devil): nope, they are too dependent on the modern world and likely couldn't adjust to new horrors of an apocalyptic world.

16 (the tower): i mean they are preppers and i can see them being capable and durable, but they are accident prone and can have a horrible death if not careful.

17 (the star): absolutely not - these people are quick to give up and feel hopeless in a post-apocalyptic world. they are also prone to being overly exposed to the elements.

18 (the moon): i feel like they could survive but the question is whether or not they could bear being alone with themselves... being alone makes you face all the shadows of the self. i don't feel that they would do well in a group dynamic as they would clash with the different personalities.

19 (the sun): oop these people dip so hard. they don't care what it takes to survive they simply will.

20 (judgment): simply yes. they are very capable of remaking a life in a world they no longer recognize.

21 (the world): definitely. this is a bad ass placement - they come out on top every single time. they are often the last man standing in a survival situation.

22 (the fool): they lack awareness and it tends to be their downfall. also they take too many risks and in a survival situation, you can't simply "wing it".

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m4rdb · 8 months

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An insight into the characters based on their approach to the “Allie problem”

If good writing means that every scene has the potential to say something about a character at their core, then the girls' attitude towards the "Allie problem" is an interesting example.

Taissa

The one who comes up with the very plan. This establishes her as ambitious and extremely rational, but it’s the type of rationality that without grounded moral principles could degenerate into violence and cruelty at any time. It’s what we see with adult Misty and Walter, who are both so practical-minded that resorting to murder is nothing more than a smart option to choose to them.

Like Jackie says, Taissa has so much fight in her. The way she handles the Allie situation shows that if she has a goal, she’ll do whatever she finds necessary to obtain it.

How does that translate into their time in the wilderness?

Taissa’s the first to make the call that they should leave the plane and find water. She’s the one who sleeps in the attic when everyone else wouldn’t, she’s the only one who tries to tell Jackie she shouldn’t leave. And in season two, she’s the one who says, “We need to find a way to stay alive, and it can’t be her [: Lottie]”.

Then we see them drawing cards. We’re not shown how they get to that very decision exactly, but it’s important that we know that the two things are tied. The hunt that follows, their first conscious hunt (let’s not forget about Travis), wasn’t supposed to happen—it’s rather the consequence of the designed sacrifice refusing to take on the role.

Though there’s an obvious religious aspect to it, drawing cards isn’t just letting fate/the wilderness decide in their place so that they don’t blame themselves. It’s also the girls’ attempt to give the ritual some semblance of logic and structure—on a normal day, they would draw cards to decide who gets which task. They’re using the same mechanism, except that they’re now deciding who should die and get eaten. And it starts with Taissa’s very rational and straightforward remark about needing to survive.

Natalie

She openly and passionately goes against Taissa’s plan. Despite being presented as the outsider who doesn’t really engage with the team and disregards rules by smoking and doing drugs, she’s the one who fights to play fairly. She most likely doesn’t care about Allie personally, but she’s a teammate, and they should treat her as such.

While Tai’s ultimate goal is winning at Nationals, Natalie doesn’t want to win more than she wants to be a team (T: What’s your plan, then? / N: I dunno, play like a fucking team and win? It’s worked so far.).

It’s quite ironic—yet not that surprising—how, despite being opposites, Natalie and Jackie share a similar mindset about this.

The scene establishes Natalie as a sympathetic character with grounded and noble moral principles, no matter the adversities. In the wilderness, she’s the first and possibly the only one who acknowledges Travis’ grief and sees through his unsufferable attitude and understands that, as much as questionable his methods are, he’s trying to make sure Javi gets over their father’s death and wants to live on.

It's also meaningful that Natalie’s not there when Jackie and Shauna fight and Jackie ends up leaving the cabin. The night earlier, Natalie was the one who let her out when Lottie and the others locked her in and went to hunt Travis down. Natalie basically saves the girl who just had sex with Travis being perfectly aware that it would hurt her, and she doesn’t even know. Viewers do know, though, and we’re instinctively led to think of her as even more noble and deserving of empathy.

Jackie’s death certainly comes from an irrational choice, but the deepest reason is the others’ lack of sympathy towards her at the end of the season. It could be delusional, but I can’t see Natalie turning a blind eye on the whole thing, had she been there.

Jackie was their captain when they had a normal life. Natalie becomes their leader thanks to the constant effort she’s put into the group ever since they landed there—and possibly, as the matter with Allie shows, even before that.

Lottie

Lottie’s phrasing for her refusal is telling. She says, “It doesn’t feel right.” It’s not that she thinks it is, or that it seems like it is. She feels like they’re not meant to go through with it. A simple yet fitting choice of words foreshadows Lottie’s spiritual nature and her connection to the wilderness as well as her role of prophet/messiah.

It’s also important that she’s not shown as particularly proactive. She does express her opinion, but she’s not as passionate as Natalie about it, who instead actively tries to convince them what a terrible idea it is and interferes with Taissa’s plan on the field. This shows how Lottie never cared be a leader, but rather follows where her feelings lead her.

Van

We’re not really shown Van’s reaction until they’re in the locker room after the scrimmage. We just learn that she’s impressionable, as she almost throws up at Nat’s mention of Allie’s bone being visible, and that she’s so devoted to Tai that she won’t let Shauna talk shit about her at the party.

Laura Lee

Of course, nobody would even dream of telling Laura Lee about an act of such misconduct. She would never go along with Taissa’s plan, she wouldn’t even fathom doing something like this. She’s more clueless than Jackie, because Jackie at least did notice something was off on the field. Even at the party, Laura Lee is the only one who still has no idea there were such tensions.

Her blissful ignorance keeps her kind and pure, apart from the ruthless tendencies of the team. It doesn’t change once they’re in the wilderness—Laura Lee dies trying to help her friends, and she fortunately never gets to witness their worst moments.

Shauna

Unsurprisingly, Shauna’s a tough one. Her attitude towards the Allie situation is as ambivalent as it will be for the rest of the story towards everything else.

Shauna keeps her thoughts for herself until Nat and Lottie leave and it’s just her and Tai, and even then, the first thing she says is, “Jackie’s not gonna like it.” The moment she’s asked to make a personal decision, she talks about what Jackie would think, and it’s not because she herself doesn’t know what to think, it’s just what she chooses to say outright. If anything, Shauna isn’t against Taissa’s plan entirely, and bringing up Jackie rather sounds like an excuse so that she doesn’t dwell on her own dark thoughts.

When Taissa says, “Then we probably shouldn’t tell her,” we expect that to upset Shauna—she wouldn’t keep things from Jackie, right? They’re best friends. While it does upset her, it still doesn’t stop her. We understand why later in the episode, when we discover that she’s no stranger to keeping secrets from Jackie, between her affair with Jeff and the admission letter to Brown (it also recontextualizes their first scene together in Shauna’s car, where Jackie addressed literally both).

On the field, when Taissa plays aggressive and forces Allie to play under pressure, Shauna tells her, “It’s not helping,” and once Allie’s on the ground, she’s one of the girls who runs to her first and tries to comfort her. Even though she didn’t openly disagree with Taissa’s plan, she didn’t want or expect things to escalate the way they did. She’ll make the same mistake when Jackie leaves the cabin, Taissa tells her to go talk to her, and Shauna just goes to sleep, underestimating the consequences of it.

Her ambivalence—if not hypocrisy—is shown later that night at the party, when she tries to pick a fight with Taissa while drunk. I think some part of her felt guilty to an extent, so she tries to fight with Tai out of remorse and because she wants to make her look like the only culprit, since she hates that she was so close to being complicit in it. Who calls her out when she defends Nat from Taissa’s slut-shaming at the party? Natalie herself slams in Shauna’s face that she is complicit.

If Shauna had told Jackie, she would’ve put a stop to it for sure. In the 2019 script for the pilot, Jackie says, “You should have told me about Taissa and Allie.” Shauna’s choice to keep the secret directly anticipates their falling out towards the end of the season. Shauna’s continuous lying drives Jackie mad until she explodes and they have that fatal fight.

Shauna’s the one who tries to act as a person who has it together but really doesn’t. She has the potential to be a good person, friend and mother, but she ends up flunking everything and she barely understands why.

Finally, she tells Tai that she’s “a fucking sociopath”, which, considering everything that happens later in the series, is sort of rich.

Jackie

Like Laura Lee, Jackie has no clue the whole “freeze Allie out” strategy is even happening. Shauna didn’t tell her, she was left out, and she doesn’t find out until Allie’s already hurt and there’s nothing she can do about it.

She watches the others as they rush to help and comfort her and handle the situation, but she doesn’t partake in it because she’s too shocked to move. After the scrimmage, she tries very hard to do as Coach Martinez told her—as captain, she’s meant to glue them together (“When it gets tough out there, these girls are going to be looking for someone to guide them. Can you handle that?”). It’s more than that, though—the way Coach put it, if Jackie can’t do that, then she isn’t really anything special. She’s not as fast as Shauna and her footwork isn’t as good as Lottie’s, and there’s something else that Taissa’s better at, too, though Jackie stops Coach before he can tell her that bit. But nobody seems to care about what she’s saying, and Natalie storms off.

Jackie’s inability to handle the Allie situation and lift the others’ spirits foreshadows her incompetence as well as her progressive loss of influence in the wilderness—in Lottie’s words, “You don’t matter anymore.”

Allie’s accident marks the beginning of Jackie’s downfall even before the plane crashes.

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witchofthesouls · 5 months

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Some more thoughts of the bayverse isekai:

Younger!Sentinel Prime is more aligned to the Optimus we know (and love) because bayverse!Optimus not only held the guy in so much esteem but seemed to gain his own ideals from the guy.

It's unfortunate that his Lord High Protector is Star Saber

Think of them as the heretic and the zealot

Both of them come from radically different backgrounds and mindsets, so they often pit against each other

Many see it as a good thing as the Prime and Lord Protector must mimic the original pair: Light and Shadow.

Everyone, especially Star Saber, constantly reminds Sentinel that he is the last of the Primes and most uphold their culture, propriety, and honor. Primes are the closest to their Creator, the zenith of all, and the keystone to their society.

Of course, there's a lot of underlying tensions cause Sentinel is the last one compared to the many during the Wandering Age.

There has been so much worry of what that means because Primes aren't alone. There's at least a pair about, but Zeta's untimely demise sent shockwaves throughout the planet.

That's why Sentinel has been pushed to bond. In hopes, someone of his own lineage will be touched by Primus as the massive sweeps throughout city-states yielded nothing.

Those who scoffed at Sentinel's proposal to sweep the Wastelands now had to eat their words.

There's a reason why the found newsparks are housed and hidden in the Primal Palace. Many were hoping to take advantage of Sentinel's lone status. A few with silver-tongues and in-depth knowledge of the oldest scriptures managed to convince Star Saber to back certain candidates, especially since many view Sentinel as painfully naive to the way of the(ir) world and needs proper guidance.

Of course, your survival/arrival threw everything into disarray.

Sentinel claimed you, a Wilder with Primal glyphs etched upon your face, as his Conjunx-to-be.

"You're throwing away all the traditions of our people and shooting decency to the winds!" Star Saber roared, and Sentinel felt nothing but slight annoyance over the fracturing crystals. He made his choice, and now they must accept, especially since he wasn't permitting unlisted individuals to his personal wings.

"Not our people. The traditions set by the Unification Age that we followed to this day. What better spouse to the last of the Primes than one that is Primal-descent?" Sentinel will forever savor the expression of horrified shock upon his Lord Protector scandalized faceplates. I win by your very own arguments, he thought. And braced himself for all the reasons he shouldn't bond now.

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windandwater · 1 month

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I don't want to be a fun-ruiner on the post itself but that one poll going around about which part of nature craves blood the most just like. really makes me uncomfortable as an outdoorsy person on a level of like. the same reason it's really dangerous to anthropomorphize wild animals.

I really do understand the desire to be poetic and synthesize your experience in the world in certain ways to make it less mind-numbingly dull but at certain points I also just shrink away from romanticizing elements of the outdoors like that, even in a more gruesome connotation. thing is, and I cannot emphasize this enough, nature does not give a fuck about you.

in one direction or the other. it's not trying to kill you at all times, it's not trying to protect you. it's an it, it's not a she or a he, it's not a creature with intent, it's just forces that do not feel or care, they just exist. and your survival in those environments depends on you understanding that, as well as how those forces work. this mindset of like. the sea will eat you alive but the earth is my friend; the mountains have teeth but the waters are my home; all that--sure, it's poetic, but if you actually think that way when you're out there, I'm sorry, but you will die unless you deeply internalize that none of that is true.

it doesn't sound as pretty but I think it's much more valuable to focus on learning your own limits and how the environments you're in actually work. regular shit. how to handle a riptide if you're in the ocean. how to pack for a hike so that if you get lost you can get un-lost safely. what to do in case of bears or other local wildlife.

and I would actually argue that there's poetry in that too; for the human capacity to go into an uncaring and thankless void, and create that care and love where there isn't any. to learn about it and see the beauty there and observe it is poetry defined, for what other being is capable of that?

I think about all the times people have gotten themselves into danger, and the way we as human beings have created infrastructure where there isn't any, search and rescue, emergency services, no matter what danger you got into by your fault or no one's, the way strangers will move hell and high water to find you and bring you home dead or alive.

if you want to go darker, humanity can also make a morally neutral place into an evil place; in the wilderness it is easier to kidnap, to kill, to destroy a life entirely unnoticed.

and certainly the wilderness is beautiful all by itself, ugly all by itself. but that's not intent.

the earth doesn't crave your blood. it doesn't care about you. we're here to care about each other.

and be careful in the outdoors. it's not a fucking fantasy novel, it's real life.

#adventures in text posts #idk man I just think you need to curb your imagination sometimes or it'll try too kill you

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ed-recovery-affirmations · 5 months

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Any tips on how to overcome a scarcity mindset when it’s your actual situation?? Like I am living with my parents who heavily control my diet, so when I’m alone or in a safe place I end up binging “unhealthy” things, which doesn’t feel great. I’ve tried telling myself that I can always have more later if I want, but the fact is that I can’t because of my situation. And that’s kind of the only method or mantra (what really helps me is repeating little supportive phrases to myself) that I’ve seen in my research.

This is a tough one, anon. I think you're going to have to do some damage control now, and start making plans for treatment once you are able to leave this environment. So instead of telling yourself you can have more later if you want, tell yourself "It is wrong that this is happening to me. One day in the future I will begin to heal from this." Just focus as much as you can on your hope and not on your distress.

Do you have a locker at school or any place your family cannot access? A job that provides you a cubby/locker to store your things? If so, it could be a good idea to stash sealed nonperishables (so that you don't grow mold or attract mice.) Some ideas could be: sleeves of crackers and those single-serve pouches of peanut butter, granola bars, packets of nuts or dried fruit, potato chips. Try to stash nutritious things but it's okay to keep treats too, so you don't create a guilt mindset around these foods. Then you can tell yourself "I'm not going to starve. I do have enough. I do have some control." (A lot of unhealthy relationships with food are about control, and it sounds like you have a scary lack of control in your own life right now.) If you could even get a lockbox to hide somewhere in your room (or in your car, if you have one) you could stash these nonperishables there, and keep the key on your person at all times. Ooh, and if you're afraid you're not getting enough nutrients, invest in a multivitamin too. Just remember to come up with a ready-made excuse for what's in the lockbox in case your family finds it. Maybe stash food in multiple places, as long as it's nonperishables. Oh, and anon, I feel for you having to tell you this, but please make a note to bring this up in treatment if you seek therapy once you're free. Lots of people who've lived in scarcity develop extreme trauma and food hoarding behaviors, to the point of eating foods that are unsafe or keeping their house in unsanitary conditions. Right now, you may need to hoard and that's the honest reality. But do keep your eyes on a future where healing is accessible, not just survival.

Remember, it's okay to eat junk food. I understand it's not ideal to live on it, but if it's all you can access, it's better than starving and you need to remind yourself that so you don't feel guilt. But "junk foods" are the kinds that are easiest to binge, especially if you have a scarcity mindset because they have the sugars, salts, and fats that you'd be desperately seeking if you were starving in the wilderness. So it's a bit of an instinctive reaction to want to go ham on these things if you live in fear of going without, so try to tell yourself not to feel guilty about craving them. No matter what you're eating, make sure you take a breath every few bites. Take a moment to remind yourself that you are alone, in your space, you are totally safe, that you are allowed to not only eat freely but to enjoy your food. Be patient with yourself if this message doesn't sink in right away, as you are living in a traumatic situation where that is not always the case. But teaching yourself strategies to prevent or interrupt the binge process is always helpful. Stay patient and keep working on it.

Do you have friends who are aware of what you're going through? Anyone who can help you to get a little bit of extra food here and there, or whose house you can visit to get a real meal? If you must live on snacks, they will keep you from starvation, but a real meal here and there will do you wonders, as will the knowledge that you have a safe space and people to validate that what is happening to you is wrong.

Never stop working on your exit plan and envisioning your future of healing. I hope you get through okay.

#ed cw #scarcity mindset #abuse cw #abusive family #controlling behavior

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yandere-is-my-life · 2 years

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Yandere madcom Sheriff x reader

Warning

Violence, Yandere behavior, Unhealthy mindset, Stalking, Killing

↑It's not my GIF

Story

※y/f/n=your friend's name

It started for 3 months ago.

After your work, you tried to take a shortcut, and were walking an alley.

In this place, walking at late is dangerous for civilians who cannot fight.

That's why you were hurrying home.

It was when you came to the middle of the alley.

"Hey, babe."

It's a man's voice.

Is it a bandit?

You turned around and faced the stranger.

"Why are ye here? It's late to walk alone."

That was the Sheriff, one of MERC's member.

You had seen him in posters, and heard some rumors about him.

You were surprised and suspicious at the same time.

Why did this famous guy talk to you even though you are an ordinary grunt?

Before that, why was he here?

He smirked.

"So, wanna come with me? I can take yer home safely"

You couldn't understand what he offered.

In Nevada, people who talk to stranger when they are alone are not good people.

Besides, it's strange that an important person is here without his subordinates.

You felt bad feeling.

"...Sir, I gotta go. I'm in hurry and I must go back home immediately"

It's not a lie.

Then all of a sudden, his smile disappeared.

And look at someone without expression.

Silence.

You couldn't take this situation, so left as if you were running away.

He didn't come after you, but you didn't know he stared at you until you were out of sight.

…

After that, you came to run into Sheriff several times when you were alone.

All he usually does "flirting behavior" in general.

But because of what happened before you refused him.

That's his little play. He'll get bored soon.

Also, you acted as if you wern't interested him.

After a while, it was worth it, you didn't see him anymore.

He must have found new prey.

…

After a few weeks, you got a lot of letters.

There were no name and address.

Their contents were rambling.

For example, what happened today, what did you eat, etc.

Another day, Box with a message, you got clothes and favorite food.

"You like this? I got special things for you"

Curiously, as it said, things are your favorites.

But that wasn't all.

After a while, the content became extreme.

"You are mine, you only need is me"

"I want to know everything about you"

That was crazy.

Also the person seemed to know things that only you know.

"You better leave from Y/F/N, they're cheating on you"

"You're so cute when you're sleeping."

You were starting to wonder it would be Sheriff.

If this situation continues, the worst is yet to come.

And you carried it out the plan.

You sneaked out of the house without warning and telling anyone.

But if you take a bus or a taxi, the Sheriff will find you in no time.

While wandering in wilderness, you found a building.

It seems that there was a fierce battle there, but it's just right to survive the rain and wind.

Fortunately, there were no bandit, nor MERC.

It was very lucky you could found a place to rest in this situation.

...

It was when you were tired from your trip and you were about to sleep.

Suddenly you heard someone's footsteps.

You peeked through the gap towards the front door.

There was a shadow.

You couldn't make out his face well because of the backlight.

But you recognized that voice.

"Where are you hidin' sweetie?"

Oh god, It's Sheriff.

How did he find you!?

No way, was this building still under surveillance?

But there is no time to think.

Anyway, it's better to hide.

You hid in lusty locker and killed your breath.

You couldn't see his face by darkness, if you can, he would be smirk as usual.

For some time he was walking around and moving scraps.

"Why did ye run? I was being good for, wasn't I."

He continued.

"My heart sank when ya were gone."

Saying that, he entered the room where you were.

You heard something screeching.

But it seemed he couldn't find nothing, footsteps receded.

At that time, you heard the door opened.

You sighed in relief.

It was short, but surely.

…

"Gotcha"

But it was fleeting.

Suddenly the locker's door opened.

You were tricked. He knew you were here from the beginning.

You screamed and kicked his body as long as you could.

Probably you never done that in your life.

Surprised by struggling, he released you.

It's a chance!

You pushed him away and ran to the exit.

To be exact, tried to.

Two gunshots.

Suddenly, severe pain stroke your legs.

Aginst your will, you collapsed upon cold floor.

"I didn't want ye do this, But ya made me that."

Sheriff said mercifully.

As if he doesn't do something wrong.

"Don't worry, I won't kill. But..."

He grapped your chin and made you see his face.

"If ya don't act be good, I'll do more"

You glared at him. One was pain, another was hatred.　

"It's yer fate. Be mine."

In detail of story

Actually, Sheriff knew about you before encounter.

It was love at first sight.

Then he started stalkingwatching over you.

But don't underestimate. his obsession is strong.

It's natural to be worried about someone person like, isn't it?

But he can't talk to you by confusion because it's the feeling he had for the first time.

Then soon, he searched for your information your favorite, hobby, routine, friends, local area.

As he knows you more, a worry arose.

You're an ordinary grunt, not a soldier.

Unfortunately, there are dangerous wanted criminals in Nevada.

You'll die in a moment.

That's why Sheriff decided to protect you in particular.

So, he came to get rid of thugs even if it wasn't a mission.

The effect of this will be an extreme increase in security in your local area!

On the contrary, gradually his mind became more insane.

At that time, he happened to meet you on his way home. ※Elimination of your intruders

It was enough to forget the previous struggle.

After that, Sheriff come to hope to get your attention, and love.

At first, I approached it in a normal way, you avoid him much.

That's why he changed plan.

He wrote some letters, and gave you presents you like.

But you tried to run without warning.

For that matter, he couldn't take it anymore.

Sheriff was shocked but there was also a feeling that it was fun to hunt you down.

His feelings have reached a point where nobody can't stop.

Unfortunately, you seems you don't know how dangerous Nevada is.

His wish is to keep you safe.

Even if it involves many sacrifices.

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere madness combat #yandere sheriff #yandere madness combat sheriff

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sonicasura · 7 months

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Was there suggestions that Optimus should have go be the one to eat the Sala-Sala Fruit? It could have applied a great advantage to have a leader and Prime that could heal quickly , though who would be vulnerable to water and the ocean.

(Considering 'No beta we die like Optimus Prime' is a tag or Optimus dying in any iteration is considered tradition...)

Prime was literally tied with Ratchet on who should eat the Sala Sala Fruit Model Axolotl. The man nearly got himself killed multiple times and his martyr type mindset doesn't help either. Optimus learn just how distraught everyone would've been if he died right there.

Compromises were also stacked on to this. No more being reckless, don't try to donate parts without Ratchet's permission, and things like that. A shit ton of trust is going into this as well.

Here is how I see things would go if Optimus ate the fruit.

Animal: 42 ft, Hybrid: 45 ft

Optimus would be quite a bulky axolotl with his truck alt mode becoming armor. Tires go down both sides of the tail, finials/antennas split into four that frame his cheek plates, truck grill becomes part of his helm and frames it sorta like a samurai helmet.

His hybrid form also resembles an actual hybrid version of his bot than a pseudo-costume like other Zoans. Face more narrow, Optimus' legs are bulkier while his arms are longer alongside wider, and smaller/thinner sections of his frame become thicker.

Man gotten so many questions from everyone especially Ratchet. The medic put Optimus throw multiple tests even with Chopper's reassurance whose an actual Zoan. Miko recorded the whole thing, took a lot of pictures and began calling OP 'Axolotl Prime' whenever he shift into either Devil Fruit form.

It was quite an experience for Optimus to say the least. He had a pretty good handle on moving in both forms since the bot once lived in the wilderness as a bitlet. It felt like a crash course for his more primal instincts.

You can bet the Team Rescue Bots were thrown through a loop when they got the news. They been given an simple explanation on Devil Fruits so to learn Optimus eaten one guaranteed some shock. Even more when he puts the Rescue Bots through water rescue.

Axolotls are aquatic and spend their time in water. Optimus practically becomes a speed demon from how fast he can now swim. High Tide had a bit of difficulty matching the Autobot Leader's newfound agility.

Optimus does use his Devil Fruit ability against the Decepticons. Megatron experienced it firsthand when Prime quickly shifts to slaps him in the face with his tail. Although the more harsher brawls were against the Predacons. You can say these bots brought out some animalistic behavior in Zoan!Optimus.

It's not uncommon to find the Autobot Leader lounging around in animal form. Axolotls are relaxed animals so it might've rubbed off a bit on the bot. The kids, Bumblebee, Corazón or both usually nap next to him.

Now Optimus does survive the events of Predacon Rising with a very risky move. He dug out the matrix from his chest and regenerate his old Spark Chamber. Albeit separating his own spark nearly been fatal if Corazón didn't bring that special Vivre Card in time. The scolding from the blonde and Ratchet was legendary.

Post War, Optimus lies about being a Multi Changer since Devil Fruits were something no one should know. He does donate a few parts to clinics, with Ratchet's obvious permission. Both versions of Optimus' Devil Fruit forms became popular charms sold across various shops on Cybertron.

Corazón has two in his room much to Prime's embarrassment. As for the Matrix of Leadership, Optimus decided to live without it. He'll learn to lead by his own experience.

#sonicasura #sonicasura answers #asks #cf8wrk4u us #maccadam #transformers #transformers series #transformers prime #tfp #optimus prime #optimus #tfp optimus prime #one piece #one piece series #op #one piece manga #one piece anime

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beardedbastardoutdoors · 11 months

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mexxs-blog · 4 months

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Yellowjackets AU but it’s people who are down bad for Rhea— (cough, her Acolytes, cough)

A tall Latina who starts to believe in spirits and other shit + firmly believes that the wilderness let Rhea live because she’s the reason they’re alive = Raquel

Someone with the same mindset as Raquel but desperately wants her to stay alive because he needs her = Dominik

Despite his cousin being dead, he still also believes she’s the reason they all survived and should be protected at all costs + he lowkey wants her but he won’t admit it = Roman

Same as Roman; lowkey wants her- and same as Raquel, believes she’s the reason they’re all alive = Randy

Oh so half of them are delusional and the other half are grown ass men who can’t come to term with their feelings? THATS WHAT WE LIKEEEEE

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⠀⠀URSA LUNA,⠀MAXIMUM SECURITY PRISON

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀PRISONER FILE

SUBJECT:⠀⠀⠀Richard B. Riddick PRISONER NUMBER:⠀⠀⠀B402J30 AGE:⠀⠀⠀Unknown, mid to late 20s EVALUATOR:⠀⠀⠀Dr. Snyder

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀NOTES:

Birthdate unknown. No birth certificate. Has spent at least 24 years in various prisons, juvenile detention centers and foster homes. No known relatives.

Riddick is a survivor. Very sharp, yet very primitive fight-or-flight response. Primitive like a shark that doesn't need to evolve any more than it has.

Proficient with many arms, but the weapon of choice is the knife. Riddick is a bladesman. Any shiv of any size or construction will do.

Achilles' Heel: Known to have surgically-altered eyes for enhanced night vision. This enhancement, while an asset in a dark prison environment, like the pit at Slam City, may prove to be a liability in real-world conditions.

EVALUATION:⠀⠀⠀Violent, antisocial, incurable psychopath RECOMMENDATION:⠀⠀⠀ Frontal lobotomy upon return to Slam City

HAIR: black, shaved bald, textured

EYES: surgically shined, silver, luminous, reflective, no pupil

HEIGHT: 5'10" / 177cm

BODY TYPE: peak superlative physical condition, sleek and densely muscled

APPEARANCE: LINK

ROLE: escaped convict, ex military ranger, a merc's big pay day, all around law evader

NOTABLE FEATURES: distinctive deep voice, deadpan, and almost always in a dread whisper. eyes usually covered by simple, welder-like goggles. thoughtfully engaged forehead.

PERSONALITY: Tactical, methodical, dangerous. Riddick can seemingly adapt to any situation or environment no matter how extreme. Riddick has been described by prison shrinks as a socio or psychopath, but he may have more accurately diagnosed himself as an animal, as his crimes originate from his ruthless will to survive rather than for the sake of killing.

He is not without some form of morality, refusing to kill those he does not view as a threat to himself. Likewise, if someone gets close enough to him they become part of the "Kill All Who Threaten" mindset, willing to defend them. Noticeably, Riddick also has a sympathy for children, which has been exploited in the past by bounty hunters.

Riddick has a low opinion of himself, despite valuing his continued existence. He has a heavy, intense manner that was forged in his destitute upbringing. He plays up his red ledger to get respect the only way he knows how: by making others afraid, but ultimately he would rather live and let live. If the law weren't always hot on his tracks, he would seclude himself in any inhospitable wilderness and be content.

STORY :

Riddick was born in a liquor store trash bin with his umbilical cord wrapped around his neck. He was destined to die before his life began. Had the nightshift worker not spotted the babe among the garbage before she tossed in the bag, that would have been his brief story.

As a houseless child, Riddick was introduced into that galaxy's destitute orphanage system. Riddick committed crimes to sustain himself, and, naturally, he was mostly raised and educated in the penal system. A record like his left few options for legitimate work, so when he was old enough he enlisted as a rookie Ranger* with a known outfit that simply called themselves The Company*, or "Company" for short.

Company, among many other things, receives transmissions from those who seek help. It then send workers, mainly criminals like Riddick who cannot get any other form of payment, to deal with whatever is asked of them. The jobs usually involve the death of the workers. He thrived in their military as a Ranger, learning how to pilot, kill creatures with the most minimum of supplies.

Riddick's Ranger rookie job was what they called a "sweeper". He and two others would clear Spitfires from tunnels that were going to be mined for their precious resources. Their MO was simply to make some noise and attract the predators, and they would throw dice to see who would be the decoy.

While the loser shuffled around the tunnel the other two would hide and wait. The decoy would hold position, rock quiet, until and while a Spitfire appeared with its fangs extended to spew its acid venom. If a Spitefire could not locate an intruder within a minute, its fangs would retract and it would be vulnerable to the hidden "sweepers" and their poison gas, which would kill the creatures instantly.

More than once Riddick had been badly burned by stray drops of venom.

Then he learned how to cheat at dice.

It didn't take him much longer to learn the Company was running a crooked game everywhere it operated.

Riddick was promoted to the prestigious Strikeforce Academy on Sigma 3's moon, where he learned all there was to know about killing. Then the Company turned Riddick loose to enforce security on Sigma 3.

Which was a polite term for keeping their slave labor on Sigma 3 in check. When the atrocities became too much for Riddick to stomach, he blew the whistle on Company. But instead of reforming the system, Riddick was branded a criminal. The evidence he'd gathered disappeared and he was put into Deep Storage*, Company's most inhumane prison. However, Riddick was well trained. Before the third year of his incarceration was up, Riddick was out. He overpowered a guard, took his uniform, and slipped free. Once outside, he took out a pilot and took off with the Deep Storage's only space freighter.

The Company promptly put a million-credit contract on his head.

He became a cosmic outcast pursued by every bounty hunter and bushwhacker in the space lanes. And each assassin Riddick eliminated added to his list of "serial killings".

Over several years, Riddick evaded all who wanted to kill him, though several times he was caught. At Ursa Luna Penal Facility, informally known as Slam City, he encountered prisoners known as Shiners, the name for those who underwent Eyeshine surgery to have a killing advantage in the dark bowels of the prison. In order to survive, Riddick traded a pack of 20 menthol Kool cigarettes to an imprisoned veterinarian named Cutter to perform the surgery. He refused anesthesia to stay sharp. The procedure was a success, and he escaped Slam City.

He got out of each subsequent prison with relative ease. An infamous mercenary, known as Johns, was contracted to hunt Riddick down. The two exchanged many close calls and near-lethal encounters, and were in fierce opposition to the other, but grew a begrudging respect for their skills.

On one such capture, Riddick was brought to Butcher Bay, where, after a grueling series of trials, he aided an unconscious Johns in escaping the hostile prison. Despite Riddick's empathetic deeds, Johns, convinced later by circumstances not entirely in his control, continued to hunt Riddick after coming to in the cell of a different mercenary ship. This hunt led them to a crash landing with about a dozen other surviving travelers on a wasteland planet.

Night fell, and creatures came. All but three, including Riddick, escaped on a abandoned airship, and he has since been thought-dead. "Died in The Hunter-Gratzner crash". (default verse.)

EXTENDED FILE :

Shortly after escaping from the dark planet, Riddick and the two civilians, Jack, and the Imam are taken by a private mercenary vessel. The vessel's captain, Junner, assembles a crew of mercs to retrieve Riddick, who they'd identified by voice and facial recognition software. Riddick easily cuts down their forces, but surrenders when Jack is captured.

The trio of survivors discover that their captors have unusual plans for them. They are introduced to Antonia Chillingsworth , an eccentric woman who collects notorious criminals and keeps them in a state of suspended animation where they are still alive but are unable to speak or move. In her view, this is both a fitting punishment and a way for said killers to be honored for what they are. She intends to do the same to Riddick, but he does what he does best: escape.

They are pursued by a militia of mercs woken from cryo-sleep onboard and a ferocious carnivorous alien. It's a fight until the end. Jack is forced to commandeer a rifle and take the life of Antonia to save Riddick. Imam convinces Riddick that, should they continue to travel together, Jack will end up just like him. Heeding his warning, Riddick decides to leave the pair on the planet New Mecca while he goes into hiding. He only tells the Imam where he might go.

After many years, mercenaries impossibly find him.

RETCONNED & WIP INFO: this is mostly information for those who are familiar with the series beyond Pitch Black (2000).

-> I disregard the 2013 film "Riddick" entirely for my portrayal.

-> Riddick does not know he is of Furyan descent until / if he has a run in with the Necromongers. His origin story in Pitch Black, which is echoed in the Pitch Black novel and in the prequel flash comic Slam City, is still canon, as described in the about above.

-> Furyans do not have supernatural abilities in my canon. They were simply humans that had lived on an inhospitable planet before their eradication. His eyes have nothing to do with his lineage. He is simply a very capable person, which I find much more compelling as a character for driving a story than some prisoner turned superpowered god-king. I have no intentions of writing Riddick as the leader of the Necromongers. For all intents and purposes: Riddick is, essentially, as human as anyone else.

-> That being said I love the world building of The Chronicles of Riddick outside of their treatment of Riddick as a character. The Necromongers, Elementals, prison planets, and mercenary lore are all much loved here. These bits of the franchise I will happily work into plots and threads together if that is something you are interested in. Simply consider most of my portrayal, in the context of anything beyond Pitch Black, as a rewrite/canon divergent. Thank you!

TERMINOLOGY :

EYESHINE, is the term used for the unusual luminous appearance of Riddick's eyes. The condition is similar to tapetum lucidum, the structure that causes cats' eyes to appear to glow. It allows Riddick to see very well in the dark, but he is acutely sensitive to bright light.

FURYAN, is a deviation of humans who honed their physical abilities to adapt to a harsh planet. now believed by many to be either dead or cursed - making Furyans an endangered species. Riddick is (in default timeline) unawares of belonging to this species.

DEEP STORAGE, considered to be the most inhumane of prisons; It was exclusively reserved for the most dangerous criminals known to exist. Riddick was sent there by a number of his corrupt former colleagues on Sigma 3 at the end of his military career. The exact nature of Deep Storage is largely unknown, but it can be assumed that prisoners are given even less freedom and treated even more poorly than those in the most notorious triple-max prisons.

MERCENARIES, there is no centralized authority between mercenaries, although there are benefits to joining the MERCENARY GUILD. Separate sectors of space are generally ruled by whatever entity is the most powerful. This balance of power is in constant flux as different political factions, militant armies and criminal organizations rise and fall in strength. In this ever-changing landscape any true loyalty is unwise for fear that what you pledge loyalty to today will make you a wanted man tomorrow. Thus, mercenaries have entered a new golden age, as it gives soldiers the flexibility to switch loyalties whenever necessary. Mercs generally provide whatever service they specialize in to whoever wants it and is rich enough to pay.

#about.#scopophobia tw

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fenharael · 7 months

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🐸 🌴

🌴 Desert island item?

"Wilderness Survival Guide" book and/or a machete!

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

This is hard 😭 I think my aesthetic changes a lot based on my mood and mindset. But overall I think like... messyartsy? A mix of a lot of different things together, maybe that's kitschy? I like Christmas lights and cute, novelty items, and books, and putting posters and things up all over my walls, and hardwood floors, and big windows, and candles. But I also like clean and organized spaces that don't feel cluttered and overwhelming... so my room/space goes through weird cycles of extreme mess and very tidy. But other people tend to associate me with more dark/goth things or extremely cute things depending on who it is ^^;; So maybe my aesthetic is consistently inconsistent?

#ask game #ask box #nullcanary #thank you :>

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I've touched on this before, but I really do think that Avatar kind of missed an opportunity to really explore humanity's relationship with nature. Especially book 2 of Korra. It's touched on, but I would have liked to have seen it given more attention.

As much as the Avatar is touted as the bridge between humanity and the spirits, it seems more often than not the Avatar is on the side of human interests over spirits, or at least is never explicitly against humans.

At best, you have Aang and Katara destroying the facility in The Painted Lady, but that was just as much about helping the town prosper again as helping the environment.

I can't think of any case where the Avatar was just outright in the mindset of "Screw your progress, this land is off limits, you get nothing." Unless if course there's something like that in Dawn of Yangchen.

Actually, there WAS something like that with Wan protecting the spirits from the other firebenders, but even he seemed to change to wanting compromise by the end of his story.

In any case, the Avatar is always treated as human, raised by humans in a human world. They are not treated as inhuman despite being a fusion of a human and a spirit. That seems to have little effect on their nature, and their spiritual powers are secondary to bending all elements. As far as we know, there isn't an Avatar born of the spirits or raised in their world.

I do see bending as being a very distinctly human power. Wan stealing firebending is highly reminiscent of myths like Prometheus giving humanity the gift of fire, stolen from the gods. Avatar's original lore heavily implied that humans learned bending wholey from being taught be spirits and creatures, and while LoK soft retcons this, I think either way it holds the same thematic weight; humanity acquires some kind of divine power that uplifts them from lowly animals and closer to the gods.

To that end, I feel that a champion of the spirits and nature, someone to challenge and counter the Avatar, would need to embrace their more inhuman side.

They would not control the elements, but have the means to survive the elements through a strong, powerful body. No man made weapons of steel, wood, or carved bone, but natural weapons like their own claws, fangs, and horns. They would be a half beast, a youkai, or a demon, a fusion between human and spirit like the Avatar but taking a different path, not of controlling the environment but of surviving it.

The examples from real world mythology I can think of would be Enkidu from the epic of Gilgamesh and maybe Sun Wukong. Maybe even Grendel. Not wholey monsters but not human either, ones that clash with encroaching human civilization. Links to the wilderness that humanity is so desperate to escape from, predators that remind humans they are still animals that can be preyed on, lest their hubris get the better of them.

I've been designing my OC Raiga with all this in mind, though I do worry I'm making him too inhuman to be relatable. Thing is, that's one of the central themes of his character; his struggle with his conflicting natures as part human and part spirit, how his spirit side alienates him from humans who can't understand him, and his human side's sense of morality and desires getting in the way of embracing his animalistic nature.

I want Raiga to be a character a reader can enjoy, but him, say, casually eating someone's pet might put a damper on that.

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Yellowjackets Season 1 Recap & Review

Riddle me this: How would your life have been affected if you had not only survived a plane crash that ended with the deaths of several people, but also ended up stranded in the wilderness through the winter as a result? Yellowjackets is a dramatic tv series centering around just that.

Now, it's important to know that the events of the show switch between the past and present days of the characters we follow. I personally love media that does this because it does show how trauma works in the sense of flashbacks that put you back in the mindset you had in the midst of the original event, as well as how we think about past events that shaped us into our current selves. The then and now perspective of the show offers both understanding and questioning of the now we watch the girls now turned women navigate. While I enjoy that back-and-forth perspective of the show, I'll be reviewing one timeline at a time for the sake of making this easier to read and write. So let's get into a Fizziepop take on season 1 of Yellowjackets.

For anyone who hasn't watched the first season of Yellowjackets, this is your sign to do it as soon as soon as you get the chance

*WARNING: THIS POST MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED THE SEASON IN QUESTION, I SUGGEST WATCHING THIS SEASON BEFORE READING.*

The Recap:

It's 1996, the Yellowjackets are a high school soccer team whose girls are going to nationals in Seattle... that is until their plane crash lands in the wilderness. While most of the girls survive this tragedy, most of the adults do not and the singular coach who does becomes an amputee after one of the girls takes charge of the situation.

After mourning the passing of the flight crew, and their friends and coaches, the girls eventually wonder away from the crash site in an attempt to find food and shelter. When the survivors of the crash eventually find an abandoned cabin in the woods, they take it over and begin trying to make the best of their lives given the situation they've found themselves in; their hope of being rescued dwindling as the days pass.

While each character has their own storyline, we only truly focus on those that we'll follow into adulthood, this being said, the characters we follow show not only their true feelings and insecurities, but also the lengths they're willing to go to keep themselves and their hope alive. A great example of this is the character Misty Quigley, the team's not-so-popular equipment manger, purposely breaking the tracker from the plane after the crash in an attempt to keep the survivors stranded because she felt valued when she was able to give her direction in first aide. Misty is portrayed as the odd duck of the group and therefore feels the need to be the center of attention and most trusted, valued member of the group, equating her almost forced popularity with the others genuinely liking her. In contrast, the character Jackie Taylor shows her true colors when she feels her influence and slowly begins to let her sweet, nice to everyone popular girl persona slip. On the other end of the scale, we watch as both Lottie Matthews and Taissa Turner slip into madness; Lottie's seeming to be a form of mental illness that she's no longer medicated for, and Taissa's being one due to trauma.

As the months go by, Lottie begins to take over as a leader under the guise of her believing herself to be more in tune with the earth and it's inhabitants and things greater than us that only she can seem to comprehend. Though this gives a sense of hope and security to a large part of the group as winter approaches and food becomes scarce, not everyone feels so comforted by Lottie's newfound status.

On the other hand, we have a different storyline intermingling with this as the events of the crash from their high school days follow them into adulthood in the form of an unnamed character that seems to be stalking 4 of the survivors. As the stalking continues, the former yellowjackets are forced to reunite and revisit the memories they tried to push down from '96. While the character haven't changed too much, it seems that their friendships dwindled after the getting home, most of them seemingly not having spoken to each other since getting home and getting back into some sense of normality; two of the girls even having families of their own now. But that all seems to be taking a sharp turn as the women are blackmailed, stalked, and forced to do what they feel they need to in order to keep their secrets safe.

The Review:

Getting into the review side of things, I have very few complaints about the series thus far. The characters are well written and don't seem to lose their individuality unless its relevant to their storyline (i.e. Misty feeling the need to be popular, Shauna feeling the need to try to mimic Jackie in ways in order to get out of her shadow, or Jackie trying to do what's expected of her to keep popularity prior to the crash). It was enjoyable seeing the different reactions to the crash both directly after and further down the line, and interesting to see the portrayal of Lottie's deteriorating mental health being portrayed as clairvoyance as some sufferers believe it is. In all honesty, I believe the writers have actually set things up for Lottie's character to have a genuine ability to understand these supernatural things she claims to, but as it is now, it could just as easily be a psychosis she's experiencing due to being without treatment for an extending period of time. Regardless, I believe Lottie's storyline has become one of the most interesting within the first season with Taissa's sleep walking being a close second that I hope continues to be looked into.

As I'm a big horror and gore fan, I was happy to see the wonderful death scenes portrayed so early on, but I wouldn't have been mad if there had been just a little bit more. After the plane crash and amputation of the coach's leg, things remain kind of tame for quite some time, which I believe is kind of a shame and a waste considering the setting of the 1996 scenes and how much the girls endure only to escape fairly ok despite the phycological effects.

Final Thoughts:

In the end, Yellowjackets is actually a good watch for those who enjoy drama that doesn't involve them and mysteries that keep you thinking as the plot thickens with each passing moment. Highly recommended for those who want to watch a series that is ongoing and need something to look forward to at the end of a long week as it is released weekly. I'm sure you'll be dying to see the new episodes the same way I was after finishing season 1.

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Terra the Civet

Name: Terra the Civet

Species: Civet

Gender: Female

Age: 15

Backstory: Born in Crestwood, Terra hails from a family of treasure hunters and members of the Civet Clan in the Sol dimension. Her parents went missing during their search for the Master Emerald when she was just 12 years old. Raised in a nomadic lifestyle, Terra inherited a love for travel and exploration from her adventurous parents.

Family History: Terra's family has a long history tied to the Civet Clan and the secrets of the Master Emerald. Her ancestors once resided on the floating Pirate Island but were separated when the Master Emerald was hidden away to prevent misuse. The Civet Rebels and the Babylon Rogues attempted to seize the gem, causing the island to lose its floating ability. Terra seeks to restore the glory of Pirate Island by finding the Master Emerald.

Purpose: Terra's purpose is to reclaim the Master Emerald and make Pirate Island float once more. She desires to honor her ancestors' legacy, uncover the secrets of the past, and preserve the balance and harmony of the Sol dimension.

Personality: Terra is adventurous, free-spirited, and curious, always yearning for new experiences. She possesses a creative soul and expresses herself through various art forms. However, her impulsiveness and disorganization can lead to messy living conditions and difficulty in focusing on tasks at hand.

Strengths: Terra's strengths lie in her determination, artistic talents, and geokinetic superstrength derived from her Civet lineage. Her creative mindset allows her to see beauty in the world and inspire others through her artwork. She possesses great physical strength, which aids her in combat and other physically demanding situations.

Flaws: Terra's impulsiveness and disorganization can sometimes hinder her progress and create challenges. She may struggle with focus and decision-making, leading to moments of recklessness. Additionally, her messy living habits can cause frustration for those who prefer order and cleanliness.

Combat Ability: Terra is skilled in hand-to-hand combat, drawing on her geokinetic power to enhance her physical prowess. Her geokinetic abilities allow her to manipulate and control earth and rock, providing her with a formidable advantage in combat situations. Infact, her innate geokinetic power give her superstrength equivalent to Knuckles' combat ability.

Non-Combat Ability: Outside of combat, Terra is an accomplished artist, excelling in painting, drawing, and photography. She possesses a deep appreciation for art in all its forms and seeks inspiration from her surroundings. She is also skilled in climbing, digging and enjoys exploring challenging terrains. Hence, she has a good wilderness survival skills.

Hobbies: Terra's hobbies include photography, painting, drawing, climbing, art appreciation, and, of course, traveling. Through her hobbies, she finds joy, inspiration, and a means of self-expression.

Relationships: Terra forms connections with fellow travelers, locals she encounters on her journeys, and friends who share her sense of adventure. She may have a close bond with Blaze the Cat and Marine the Raccoon, who serve as both sources of frustration and support in her quest to reclaim the Master Emerald and restore Pirate Island.

Overall, Terra is a determined and adventurous young civet with a passion for art, exploration, and a deep-rooted desire to uncover the secrets of her ancestors and restore the floating glory of Pirate Island. Her geokinetic and artistic talents make her a unique and intriguing character within the Sonic universe.

#sol dimension #terrathecivet #pirateisland #floating island #sonic the hedgehog #sonic fanfiction #sonic characters #marine the racoon #blaze the cat #master emerald #travel #sol #civetclan #knuckles the echidna

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