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shy-peacock · 3 months
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Have a sneak peek at A Story Told Before's next chapter.
(They are four years old y'all- and a bit bratty XD)
Atitaya was diligent with her foraging, whereas Raya and Namaari mostly played. They helped, for sure, but it was never long into the morning before one of them had gone and made a game of something, causing the other to follow right after. Which, most times, ended with them fighting. Sparring, yes, as was one of their lessons…but also actually fighting.
“Get off!” Namaari huffed, slamming her hand down angrily against the dirt.
Raya smiled ear to ear, refusing to budge. 
“Say please!”
“NO-..MOVE!”
“Say please…”
“Ugh..fine…please!”
Raya shrugged, giving her a wicked grin.
“Nope.”
“ATI!” 
“Raya..”
Their mentor didn’t turn from her work, sitting at the water's edge as she fiddled with the nets here. They had become tangled and she was focused on the knot she had to undo- however, she did raise an eyebrow up as if she were looking at Raya who was sitting on Namaari’s back then. Pinning her down only by sitting on her, refusing to budge after their sparring turned into a loud wrestling match instead. Namaari, as usual, always seemed to wind up losing with Raya sitting on her back to keep her down. Knowing she wasn’t strong enough to push her up and off her, hence the reason Atitaya always had to step in.
“What-..” Raya pouted, “I didn’t do anything..”
“You won’t let me get up!” Namaari shouted back.
“It’s not my fault you’re too weak!”
“It’s not my fault you’re too FAT-”
“I am not-!”
“Tell that to your BUTT-”
Raya gasped, her face scrunching tight in her anger.
“ATI-..SHE CALLED ME-”
“I heard-..” Atitaya sighed, “both of you need to get back to work.”
Raya folded her arms, truly pouting now. But she stood, stepping over Namaari as she stormed away. Namaari got onto her knees and turned to see Raya climbing up one of the trees surrounding them, quick as if it were the simplest thing to do, refusing to stop until she was high up within its branches. Staying there, pouting still, as she ignored the two of them on the ground. 
“Hey, you can’t just sit up there-!” Namaari began, only to be cut short by Atitaya.
“Leave it be, Namaari.” 
“But-!”
“You worry about you, let Raya have a few minutes to calm down.”
“But she-!”
“Namaari..” Atitaya stated, her tone warning, “leave her be.”
Now it was Namaari’s turn to pout, stomping over to her mentor and sitting down at her side. Folding her arms with a huff, practically feeling the heat escape her ears as she stewed in her anger. Even moreso when Ati chuckled under her breath, finding Namaari’s fit cute instead of taking her seriously.
“I don’t know why you two fuss at each other so much..” she chuckled, “like an old married couple or-”
“Gross.” Namaari spat, forcing her face to look as angry as she could possibly make it.
Ati gave her a sideways glance.
“I mean to say, you two are very similar..the same side of the same coin,” she stated, “you shouldn’t fight as much as you do.”
“She started it!” Namaari whined.
“No-..you did!” Raya yelled down, her voice echoing from the trees above.
Before Namaari could say anything back, Atitaya was quickly getting her attention again.
“It’s not about who starts it.” she said, loud enough that Raya could hear, “it matters how you fix it.”
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frasermints · 8 months
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i just can't explain my love of warehouse 13 enough...
nineteen year old schizophrenic hacks into a sentient building and it decides to keep her (literally) forever because it loves her so much
woman gets scouted to work for said sentient building because of her intelligence and skill; man gets scouted because of his feminine wiles
canon morally grey bisexual ends her character arc on a high because of the positive influence of her female love interest best friend
gay guy that plaintext destroys the bury your gays trope by coming back to life through the power of friendship and destruction of property
black women in some of the highest positions of authority telling the US government to go fuck themselves on a regular basis
old man literally regrows organs by force so he can see (and get cut open by) his sexy doctor friend once a year
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bumblingbabooshka · 1 month
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[Tuvok & Janeway: Control, Distance, Duty & Connection.] Sources: St Voyager Transcripts / Mitski 'First Love Late Spring' / Disco Elysium
#web weaving#star trek web weaving#st voyager#Kathryn Janeway#Tuvok#be the change you want to see in the world - make a long post about Tuvok & Janeway's similarities <- angel on my shoulder#I feel like a lot of people see them as 'opposites attract' sort of friends where Janeway is unhinged & Tuvok reigns her in#but in reality I think that while there is that element in there (exacerbated HEAVILY by their delta quad circumstances)#what I see most in their relationship is how they both value loyalty and duty above all and are extremely rigid with themselves#and the people around them. How they both have to maintain distance from others bc of their positions as captain & vulcan#I hate when people dismiss Tuvok as not being remotely interested in Maryana or Noss - it erases an interesting struggle that he and Janewa#both share - their desire to stay loyal to their spouses vs the 70 years of loneliness that that loyalty demands of them#But they BOTH triumph and they BOTH remain loyal (Tuvok until he returns to T'Pel and Janeway until Mark informs her that it's over)#and for both of them it's a little bit insane for them to do that.#Isn't it more interesting that Janeway and Tuvok both have feelings for people other than their spouses but don't give in#to that temptation?#They're both people who live very fastidiously by codes. Either written codes or moral codes - they very rarely if ever do things because#it's what THEY want to do. I'd say they're the least emotion-driven members of the crew and yes I'm including Seven because Seven#has a very...how to describe? It's a blunt and insular selfishness. She does what SHE wants to do and doesn't really care about others.#To me that's emotion-driven. Or...personal desire-driven? Not a bad thing at all but very different from Janeway & Tuvok who#are always more 'this is logical' or 'this is for the crew' rarely do they think 'this is what I want' bc they can't afford to#for different reasons (captain & vulcan)#they both also are in the most 'caretaking' positions on the ship from my POV. Security and Captain - both are directly in charge of#ship and crew safety.#Janeway & Tuvok#star trek voyager#st voy#when I say caretaking I'm NOT saying they're everyone's mom and dad or whatever - I'm saying they're in positions where they always#have to think about the greater good and the crew as a whole and how much danger is acceptable etc etc.#Janeway is always killing herself for the crew but Tuvok is right there beside her
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Your bird adeptus reader posts have me gnawing at the bars of my enclosure theyre so good
Okay okey I see your Bird Adeptus Reader and I raise you one Dragon Adeptus Reader, bonus points for that “not quite mastered shapeshifting yet” human disguise that has reader running around with dragon features.
This doesnt have to be considered a request but I feel compelled to share my thoughts with you in gratitude for the absolutely fantastic works you put out okey brainrot time lets go
Bumping foreheads with Foul Legacy like cats (lets be real here dragons are just lizard hardware running cat software) and having to be extra careful because of y’all’s horns so that makes it even more special. Or reader kneeling to like meditate or something, their tail is swishing behind them, and Legacy goes “!” before swatting at reader’s tail because he’s just Abyssal Moth Beast hardware running cat software.
A Dragon Adeptus would likely be very durable as well, so Legacy doesn’t have to worry about squeezing reader while cuddling or knocking into them by accident; they’re still soft and squishy and cute, but very very sturdy and able to handle all that Moth Affection.
Mutual purring, also another good thought. Legacy likes shiny objects, reader is compelled to hoard shiny objects: you really cannot lose in this situation.
It’s cat-like creatures solidarity babey!!
*unlocks your enclosure* i like the way you think anon
amongst dragons and dragon-type creatures you're considered a bit of an oddity. dragons are grand, powerful beasts that command attention or at least respect, like your secondary caretaker Zhongli (Cloud Retainer is still your adoptive mother- just because you're not the same type of adeptus doesn't mean you're not her child!) but you're smaller with softer scales and a long tail with a tuft on the end of it, still plenty durable and armed with sharp claws and adeptal powers, but you don't really have the same intimidating presence as most dragons. that's just fine with you, though- you're far more content keeping to yourself and spending time with Foul Legacy, who, in contrast, looks strong and vicious but has the softest, sweetest personality you've ever encountered, and that includes the few humans you've met and your fellow adepti
you both share several of the same habits, being essentially cats covered in either scales or armor with you being slightly more put together so you can listen to people's wishes and prayers, meditating for a couple of hours each day. whenever you sit down and close your eyes Foul Legacy always sneaks up behind you, not to spook you or anything, just to playfully bat at your tail as you work- you've taken to handing him a brush whenever he does, feeling him happily comb through the tuft of fur on the end. once he tied a little bell around it and broke into chitters of delight when you stood and instantly started jingling. you got your revenge by adoring his horns with some of the ribbons and ornaments you have for yourself- although, he seems to rather like it, so now you take a few minutes each day to pick out accessories for each other's horns, and you have plenty of shiny items to choose from
napping together is essential, particularly in sunny patches of grass. the warmth makes both of you drowsy and lethargic, Legacy nuzzling his head against your cheek and your tail wrapping around his leg. if you're particularly tired you'll change into your draconic form and completely curl around your very happy Abyssal beast, your purrs synchronizing with his. you also nap together in the most smushed clingy positions, since you want to be as close as possible- someone's face is always buried in someone's neck or chest, at all times. Legacy does make a point to be more alert in sleep than you are- you seem to fall into the deepest sleep whenever you doze, maybe it's something to do with you being a reptilian adeptus- just in case someone comes walking by, so he can wake you and help you cover your horns and tail
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presiding · 10 months
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formerly an essay in tags but - billie lurk. half-nameless, misremembered woman. her powers derived from the things taken from her, without any catharsis or empowerment. the rat charm, tied with deidre's hair, her lover's voice in the mouth of rats. her arm and eye, taken, given back only to cause her chronic pain, then lost again. foresight seems a cruel gift for a woman who botched the timing of her takeover of the whalers, and bet wrong when it came to delilah.
she never bore the outsider's blessing; his first visit to her was more like an assault. every other dishonored POV character gets the choice to be selfish, and for that selfishness to mean something, but billie's actions have no effect on the world at large, either, in a game without a chaos system.
some say that corvo is the ghost, but he can reach out and change things. billie's buried herself twice and come back and nothing she does seems to matter - she is less a protagonist, more a convenient full stop in the narrative.
try this: open doto, start a new game. sit in her cabin. notice how little of billie there is. even the woman she loved more than anyone has the face of another named character.
she sits amongst the assets of other games: empty canvases and a dressmaker's mannequin that wears nothing.
#billie lurk#even the wiki is wrong about her its infuriating#pulled this out of tags because fuck it#in daud's DLCs even the stories that weren't about him were about him#but billie's stories are the scrapheap. they're the stuff they couldn't squeeze in elsewhere. cheap jokes and macguffins#i'm not even roasting the devs for this i think releasing dishonored in 2016 then DotO in 2017 was a feat (derogatory)#games should be made slowly and with love#and i know that everyones talked about this endlessly#but billie is my fav and it sucks that she got a game that only causes me to grieve for her as a character#not FOR her as a person#only the potential story that never was. that she never got.#you can have your strong black woman and not turn her into a trope. give her depth and range and heartache and agency. yes there was traged#but how did it SHAPE her?#dont get me started on her being designated caretaker of a former god and dying assassin. what the fuck#some of this i'd be more okay with if she was younger - i mean. the blank canvases? really?#this game could have been about wyman and there's not that much that would have changed in terms of the core story#“found out the asshole that killed your mother is still around. gonna go deal with that.”#emily who is stoned: “cool.bring me snacks on the way back”#wyman: “oh he's saying actually it was gods fault and that its possible to kill him. well i have literally nothing in my schedule”#billie's not surprised by anything anymore but maybe wyman would freak out over most of it. could have been a lot of fun#also you cant fuck up wymans characterisation. they barely exist.#local empress sends her enby girlboyfriend to kill god#pres writes increasingly deranged essays in the tags#death of the outsider spoilers#i have to complain about doto once every year or so or i die#but i'm not really gonna let arkane hide behind dev excuses when it comes to racism like. its not enough
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thresholdbb · 1 month
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Clearly bringing Voyager home and debriefing their time in the Delta Quadrant as an admiral was a traumatic experience for Janeway. Prodigy is set 5 years after Endgame – Janeway is rapidly going grey and Chakotay has peaced out back to the Delta Quadrant
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thisloveforyourmom · 6 months
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the pearlrose tag is sure full of takes
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ccieatchildren · 3 months
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Caretaker watched as her father was taken away in handcuffs, the ever present smile plastered on his face. Her mum was already inside, annoyed with her husband’s antics, choosing instead to answer emails from her coworkers, while her brothers stood next to Caretaker watching their father get hauled off.
“Get back before dinner, Baba!” Two shouted, earning an elbow from One. 
Her father laughed boisterously, “You know I will!” This did not go over well with the officers dragging him away, who turned to glare at him even harder. Furious because they all knew it was true.
Baba was untouchable, too good at what he did to leave any identifiable evidence behind. Each time the police tried to pin him for a job, there was nothing. They’d just hold the man for a few hours, or the full 48 hours if he really pissed them off, before releasing him back to his family. 
Cat burglary was an art passed down the generations, but her father was the one who truly put the family name in the spotlight. The villain had cultivated a reputation for being able to pull off any heist, no matter how secure the facility was, without ever having to kill anyone. Various other villains and businessmen had tried to hire the man to steal for them, but he was never interested in it for the money, using whatever he collected for charity. He simply did it to keep up a legacy, for the fun, and, most importantly, the challenge. 
Caretaker had learned to expect her father to be out for the day if she ever saw the news cover a big heist. He never told her or the twins about his operations, only Mum was ever privy to that information, so she always learned about it after the fact from other sources. It used to bother her as a child– she wanted to be just like him– and then when she started as a hero– it put them at odds– but as Caretaker got older and grew into her role, she found herself being grateful for the secrecy. It meant she didn’t have to jail him herself. 
Most other heroes didn’t trust her because of her father; figured the villainy was in her blood, and that meant that her family was evil. It was black and white for them, little room for grey.
As Baba knocked his head on the top of the police cruiser, all Caretaker could think was that they were right. Heisting was in her blood. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t use those skills for good.
She was the best in the department for breaking into supervillain facilities, cracking safes full of confidential information, and sneaking in on illegal deals. And having her mother’s muscular build didn't hurt one bit either. Caretaker was a force to be reckoned with.
Her moral compass may not completely align with those around her, but she knew her right and wrong– learned it all from her father. Nobody seemed to understand that, nobody except Whumpee. Maybe that’s why they butted heads so much at the beginning of their partnership. They seemed like everyone else because they were frustrated with her uncooperativeness, not her family, while Caretaker was uncooperative because she expected them to be like everyone else. A vicious cycle that thankfully didn’t last too long.
Turning from the scene, Caretaker opened the door and motioned for her brothers. “Come on, Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee, time to head in. You’ve seen this all before.”
“I knowww, but it’s way more fun to watch Baba get dragged away,” Two replied, “and seeing how mad the coppers get is hilarious.”
“And it’s therapeutic,” added One. 
“Let’s go. I have to get to work, and I can’t leave until I make sure y’all don’t do something stupid like last time.” It frustrated Caretaker to no end that she had to watch over her college-aged brothers, but after they almost set a cop car on fire so their father would spend the next day in jail so they could eat all his birthday cake, she made sure not to leave them alone with the law. 
Both of them looked dejected, even the usually stoic One, as they shuffled inside, turning one last time to watch as their father drove away. 
Caretaker waved bye to her dad once more, before heading inside to join the rest of her family.
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chantlight · 8 months
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I just realized how wild it is that Cassandra will straight up, early interactions, borderline unprompted let you know her beef with her uncle. she's like "I do not respect this man or the upbringing he gave me, and I will not pretend otherwise."
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yuleshootureye · 1 year
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"Why are nuns always the scary figures in Horror? Why not monks or priests??? Is it because men don't like it when women aren't sexualized???"
Why are nuns the scary ones? Someone clearly never went to Catholic School.
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june-again · 1 year
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Ugh YESSS FOUND FAMILY
My ideal relationship is platonic with a little bit of romantic tension sprinkled throughout
With children though I’m “I will kill everyone in this room and then myself if anything were to happen to you”
PLS WHY DO I ALSO PREFER PINING TO ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS. LIKE THE like the best friends trope except u never actually get together and its okay like that. like ur just obsessed with each other but fulfilled as friends. THIS WITH THOMA OR TIGHNARI OR SHINOBU AHLFSHAL::AWL:JAW:L
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bumblingbabooshka · 2 months
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Voyager should have had an episode where the command trio beat the absolute hell out of each other while blaming each other for being stuck in the delta quadrant as the fever pitch of a rising tension that was building throughout the episode. Like, they're absolutely being pushed to do it by some outside force. Maybe it's a telepathic being - maybe it's that they're stuck in some arena or an alien court or a time loop only the three of them are aware of - no matter the specifics, the sentiment behind their words has to be true and it has to be something they've been keeping back for months, maybe years. That fear and hatred and blame that doesn't really have an actual target because it's not actually rational but 'who's to blame' doesn't have to be capital T true to feel true. If Chakotay hadn't been in the badlands, If Janeway hadn't made that choice, If Tuvok hadn't supported it... "You trapped us here. It's your fault. If you hadn't-! If you hadn't-! If you hadn't-!" are just echoes of "I trapped us here. It's my fault. If I hadn't-! If I hadn't-! If I hadn't-!" Because at the end of the day more than being angry or hateful they're despairing in their own ways. Episode probably has a somber end - they beat whatever it was and it's a victory! They won by working together even after they beat each other half to death! But after the celebration we see them alone in their quarters...silent. Gazing out at the stars, into a candle's flame, at that same family picture before turning away. Because even though they won they're still there in the delta quadrant. Is that really victory?
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yunogf · 1 year
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i actually made this account to stan albas plants
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cuntstable · 10 months
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lucy sbr makes me so sad im trying to like turn her around more in my mind…..
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thresholdbb · 5 months
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At the point in infinite rewatch where I’m saying the lines along with the characters
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cparti-mkiki · 2 years
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The way viserys loves alicent but is incapable of selflessness / the way alicent doesn't love viserys but is struggling through this godawful oppressive situation performing extremely emotionally costly selflessness on the daily
#the way he knows alicent coming to him was her father’s plot but now they're in there and like. years in so what are you going to do#the palpable distance between them. it doesn't seem like they talk a lot anymore. and yet the way they are close in this#sad resigned way. stuck more like#all in all: the disillusionment that can't be voiced!!#i mean except no disillusionment for alicent because there was never any illusionment lmao#it’s very interesting to see how it’s just domestic hell despite the fact that there are no feelings of animosity-#she was pushed into that relationship in a sort of emotional caretaker role and now it’s only getting 1) more marked#2) turned into physical caretaker too#when i say she doesn't love viserys i mean like. she worries about him and takes care of him with unparalleled attention (which#he acknowledges) and knows him so well but it seems like more of her (crushing to see) overexerted sense of empathy#than romantic#not even getting into the marital rape & dissociation#like yes viserys you might be in excruciating pain all the time but you could notice that your wife's soul is leaving her body and that#you are putting her through 1) a hellish in-the-moment experience 2) a hellish long term existence of “squeezing out heirs” in a prison#i’m not putting much emphasis on 2) because as an early modern court studies person i acknowledge there's realistically no out from that#but still fucking hell lads#hm. the dismal unrequited attempt at connection in the grabbing of her hand and the soft gesturing for eye contact. it’s#Trying to be loving but OW. AYCH. HELL. UF. NO!!!#obsessed with the man who’s falling apart literally and figuratively and the young woman who needs 2 go apeshit as soon as possible because#baby they're slowly killing you. babe your sense of Self. your Needs#your Life#it’s just so amazing to compare them from ch1 to ch4 cant wait to see this all get worse#and looking at the ep5 teaser it will!!! Yay!!!
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