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jupitercl0uds · 2 years ago

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hi! i'm ash

they/them/xe/xem • panromantic • asexual • non binary • autistic (with suspicions of having adhd) • english • atheist quaker • a tad bit silly

been on the tumbler since 2021 so i know my way around here but i dont get every little reference (i get most and for the ones i dont i just nod and smile along). i am still a teenager so some Classic Posts are older than me and most are from when i was in primary school.

i dont really have a sophisticated tagging system, but if it helps, spouting to the void is my text post tag. i dont even strictly use it for text posts tbf

blogs i run:

this one (obviously)

@blues-amazing-blog - oc blog (currently on hiatus)

@wswe-autism-fic - fanfic blog (for waluigi says 'wa' everyday until dekuyama is popular). i also treat this as an alt account for fandom stuff sometimes

@knuckles-with-a-keyboard - silly little blog where i pretend to be boom!knuckles (i really really love this blog its so fun)

@jupitercl0uds-art - my art blog (shock horror)

@nonbinary-sticks-the-badger - my sonic blog

external links (whoops forgot to add this)

maybe one day ill set up a linktree idk

ao3

letterboxd

twitter (i only use this for posting from my switch now)

spotify profile

email me - [email protected]

dm me on discord: jupitercl0uds

i think thats it

click this link for more external links including some of the above ones but specifically how to contact me if i cant use tumblr

interests:

omg i love so many things its not even funny. a few important ones are waluigi (special interest), sonic the hedgehog (special interest AND hyperfixation (omg please kill me)), art (like, as a general thing, but particularly visual) and you WILL find me randomly posting oh-so-passionately about something ive never even mentioned before.

i do animation and illustration but that's over on my art blog. also all my animations are WIPs. you probably won't find anything other than a few weird lip syncs from when i was like 11 (i got into animation because of gacha life and animation memes). most of my art is sonic atm lol.

i also read and write fanfic! my wattpad and ao3 is jupitercl0uds :D

wattpad is mostly old stuff, crack and occasional reposts of my ao3 stuff. ao3 is mostly whatever is on my mind at the moment and WSWE.

misc

occasionally i get all heated up about actually important stuff. that's usually sandwiched inbetween my regular goofy goober behaviour. for the basic gist of it: very left wing, the tories are cunts, vote green, free palestine. you also need to understand the weight of that sentence because i hate swearing.

i have other socials too but i dont really use them that much. got bored of twitter and i forget about all my other accounts. only ones i use now are whatsapp (lmao), tumblr and i guess ao3 and wattpad. theres no real point in linking something i havent used in months

anyway, have a nice day and please go to bed on time!

faves (non-exhaustive)

AUTISM BOY!!!! ANXIETY GUY!!!! MILES 'TAILS' PROWER!!!! he's been my favourite sonic character since i was little!!!! except for that brief period where it was amy because i found out tails was a boy and i, as a 7-year-old girl who had just learned about misoginy, decided amy was better because she was a girl. and that briefer period where it was cream because she had confetti in sonic dash.

my favourite iterations of him are scu tails, classic tails and sonic boom tails!!! i h/c him as autistic, having anxiety, low self-esteem but also being really cheerful and nonchalant about a lot of stuff. i enjoy trans tails of all kinds, but i believe in cis gnc tails.

NON-BINARY ICON!!!! TOP SURGERY GUY!!!! WALUIGI!!!! call me thomas jefferson cause i have an entire binder on this guy. waluigi is THE blorbo from my spin-off-party-shows. i got into him because 'hahahaha! it is the funny garlic man's funny rose partner!' and that became 'they could marry me and i'd say yes on the basis that we'd get to see each other everyday, even if i only love him as a friend.

im very passionately hateful about 'hot' waluigi. shut up. waluigi is perfect. i hope he can be canon one day <3 i h/c him as autistic, transmasc non binary and really into gothic lolita. i interpret their relationship with wario as romantic partners and waluigi being super super poor. also, wlw mlm solidarity with rosalina!!!!!

anti-faves

dr starline i love a bisexual icon as much as the next person but starline is not it. i want him to Suffer. which is why i then go on to make loads of fanart of him where he's crying over something. in the one shown above, i have just kicked him in the balls (full image). i also would love to be a VA for him because that'd really piss him off. good style tho. you go girl.

manjimutt (sorry but i only have 1 image of him)

hello to the other living yokai watch fan out there. i hate manjimutt. when i was younger i felt sorry for him, cause i was like 'oh, poor guy, always going to jail!!!' no. die. i do not like him. i hate manjimutt. i do like saying his name tho. MAnji-mutt! i think i hate him more than starline, because at least starline has redeeming qualities. the only redeeming qualities manjimutt has is pity because hes not actually committing crimes. thats it. hes not a nice person. hes just a guy. hit him with a wooden plank (har har).

that poor poor poodle though

posts i like

idk posts on my own blog i like a lot. idk if thisll be A Thing because im literally only doing tthis because of the first post on the list

recognising a url and the chaos that followed

stuff about my lgbtq+ identity idk

THIS IS HOW MUCH I KNOW ABOUT SONIC OK!!!!!

can you call me that slur?

#pinned post

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sesshy380 · 2 years ago

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Last Line Tag

Thanks for the tag @late-to-the-fandom!

I am once again ignoring my longfic in favor of TKB 2nd chance fic. Currently on draft number two, where Bakhure is making things difficult by throwing in shit that wasn't originally part of the plot. I was hoping for a somewhat happy chapter...but I think we're going down the road to more PAIN. Whoops.

This line may or may not make the final cut, but the idea will still be there.

��No…it’s okay…” Bakhure slowly replied as he attempted to focus on the fact that Ryou had come to visit. “It’s just Atem that I don’t want around at the moment.” ‘Though I may have to add Amir to that list’ he added mentally.

No pressure tagging @resuri-art, @crush3dmary, @tenderwulf, @x-atlas-x, @sowideasea and anyone else that sees this but I forgot because brain is brain.

#tag game #last line tag #my writing #tkb 2nd chance snippet #i really tried to make bakhure happy #but he had other plans #so guess he needs more of the angst mallet

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erigold13261 · 5 months ago

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Whoops! Almost forgot to do this! :D

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last song: Video Game Legends Rap, Vol. 1 - "Heroes" by JT Music

favorite color: Oh purple. Any shade of purple is best color :3

last book: Last physical book I tried to read was Amped by Daniel H Wilson, but I had to drop it because of how blatant the ableism was and how the pedophelic the introduction of the main character felt. I don't know if that is what the author was going for, but it made me not want to read the book at all (it was a book I bought probably a decade ago for like $3 when I was more into reading books but only tried reading it a year or 2 ago). Otherwise it was Jujutsu Kaisen was the last actual book I read (with JJK art books and fun facts in books probably the actual last things I read physically but not counting that as I went in for just snippets)

last movie: Wreck-it Ralph

last tv show: I saw bits of Brocklyn 99 when going into my sister's room, but I think the actual last show I watched was Law & Order: Special Victims Unit probably a year ago

sweet/savory/spicy: Love all three. Savory spicy is an amazing combo, but if I have to pick one I'll pick just savory

last thing in search history: I use bookmarks to get to apps so it's just "Tum" for tumblr lol

current obsession: I would say Dagon from JJK, also my OC/self insert Ilia with his new curse design I created is something I'm obsessing myself with at the moment (both together my beloved). That and Magic the Gathering :D

looking forward to: At this moment, a friend finding something I hid for them. Overall, a monthly meetup with friends that is coming up

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Tagging: Anyone who wants to join in! I don't feel like tagging anyone at the moment <:3c

YIPPEE

Last song: Digital love by Daft punk

Favorite color: Dark red and black

Last book: ......a fazbear frights book

Last movie: sonic 3 !!!

Last TV show: Erm.... mob Psycho 100....

Sweet/savory/spicy: sweet and spicy

Last thing in search history: metal sonic figures :3c

Current obsession: METAL SONIC MY POOKIE !!!! Reigen, selfshipping, drawing, I'm very into sonic and mp100 atm

Looking forward to: posting more metal sonic stuff maybe I'm planning to post my sonic sona ref sheet soon too

10 people I'd like to know better, only if you'd want to participate btw ( =＾ω＾)

@bunbunsheart @fl0ralsxgar @floralpotions @moxanji-real @vergils-beloved @heartsfromcyber @heartmatic @ams-puppy @lovesickvalentines @sari-stars

#eriblogs #eritalks #noart #rambling #tag game #got a little long for the last read #lol #whoops #:3

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thepictureofsdr · 3 years ago

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(in response to your tags) That's something else that really bothers me too, Thomas is already so robbed by the story, taking so much from him and never letting him express anything about it. it feels so wrong to watch all of his interests and hobbies and passions get reduced to nothing

There's more to poc representation than just having a character of color (who gets white washed all the fucking time but) there's also culture, and language, and struggle and just a general sense of identity that none of the characters have. When Cordelia was introduced she was introduced as someone who was proud of her culture and seemed to love it but there are no signs of that anywhere, no references to food or fashion or art or anything. The only expressed connection she has to her cultural roots are with language, and while her and Alastair do speak Persian together occasionally, the biggest thing in the book regarding the language was that James learned it and it was some big "oh my god what a saint what an angel" moment but other than that there's no ties between Cordelia and her heritage, and it's honestly really sad because Cordelia's entire storyline and existence is already to serve and benefit James

And then there's Lucie who took one look at Cordelia feeling sad and lonely and disconnected and went, I'm going to write her a whole book and learn her native tongue and swear to be her closest friend when she's never had one

And to me that's a really big thing for someone to do, but there's a line in chain of iron that went something like "oh the beautiful cordelia isn't a real book it's just something lucie wrote to amuse me" (and yeah that scene ended up being about James too) but it's honestly so sad to me because Lucies still working on the book, and lucie really cares about the characters and the olot, and it is a real book to lucie

But yeah no as long as James gets to be a saint I guess it doesn't matter, might as well lay every other character down on some train tracks and drive right over them

THIS THIS ALL OF THIS

as someone who grew up not really seeing their culture represented in media i kinda get it and this shit is causing me physical pain, it’s never NEVER enough to just SAY someone is part of a culture when it involves immigration, the sheer lack of care for cordelia is killing me. her language is sprinkled in, her cultures food is name dropped and that is IT. the culture youre raised with is something that seeps into every part of your life and yet here’s little ms. london. i know damn well cordelia curses differently, has different idioms and words and phrasings and vocal tones and dress and way of life and view of the world and WE SEE NONE OF IT DESPITE HER BEING THE TITLE CHARACTER AND SUPPOSEDLY SECURE AND PROUD, and ESPECIALLY with her being a POC, an experience that’s so painfully underrepresented or plain badly represented this is a disgrace

her culture is just used for brownie points and to further james’s god act at this point, like don’t get me wrong i love the boy to death and its so sweet that he’s learning the language but if this excitement is about learning the language for a loved one where is this hype for thomas or lucie. once again its all just to further james being the perfect boy, not for cordelia to have someone who cares for every part of her. and WHAT happened to lucie learning it maybe i forgot but i can’t remember it being mentioned in this series, and thomas was reading that book once that’s literally it, where’s cordelia’s relationships outside of james, if learning the language is such a romantic insane thing where is the mention with thomastair its just JAMES

same for the book, it seems like anything unimportant to james becomes unimportant to everyone else, the book barely involves him so WHOOP let’s brush it off that way no effort has to go it like WHAT

everything about this series is just a travesty maybe it’s just the sheer amount of characters and plot but so much is being brushed to the side and its killing me

#tri!!!#answered ask

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veeples-archive · 5 years ago

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this fic is a bit old, but mishka mentioned in one ask that m would call a drunk mc a muppet and that lives rent free in my head now

pairing: mason x m!detective (faustus valentine)

rating: g

word count: ~500-600

if you’d like me to tag you in in any of my mason/morgan art or fic lmk in the replies or send me an ask!

Mason wrinkled his nose at the pungent combination of stale alcohol and sour vomit as soon as he stepped inside Wayhaven’s one bar. Plenty of heads swung around to watch him stride inside, drunk, glazed eyes sparking with lust. He ignored every single one, every single call for his attention, his focus zeroed in on the familiar silhouette of Faustus seated at the bar.

A small collection of glass tumblers surrounded him, only dregs of amber liquid pooled in their bottom. Faustus leaned back, letting out a whooping laugh at the comment the bartender made about it being rare to see him without that ‘brooding dark haired, grey eyed drink of a man’ that Mason assumed was him. A smirk curled at the corners of his lips briefly until it dropped back down into a scowl at the bartender brushing his fingers across Faustus’s wrist.

Absolutely the fuck not.

In just a few wide strides, Mason came up to Faustus’s side, his arm draping across his shoulders. His growl snapped the bartender’s attention away from him. He flashed a nervous smile, flung his hands up in a clear sign of ‘okay, backing off now’ and scuttled away to tend to some drunkard calling for another beer.

“Well aren’t you a sight to see,” Mason turned his attention to Faustus, the man turned in his hold to better face him. “Don’t suppose you’re going home with someone special tonight, are you?”

Christ. He was more drunk than he took him for going by his slurred words. Mason resisted rolling his eyes and schooled his expression into a classic smolder, his lips widening into a sharp smile.

“Dunno,” Mason leaned down closer so the words hung in the sliver of space between them. “Depends on who’s asking.”

Despite the haze of alcohol clouding Faustus’s eyes, his expression lit up just the same way, drawing Mason closer. Faustus gazed at him like everything else in the world just dropped out of existence and the burning trail connecting them was the only thing he could follow.

“Usually I would jump at the chance,” Faustus grinned. “But I have a boyfriend.”

Whatever trance that Mason often found himself in when heated moments bubbled between them quickly broke. There was no joking tone in his voice, just a twinge of disappointment and sincerity. Mason scoffed loudly at the stupidity of the comment.

But, Mason thought with a smirk. It meant that Faustus could do with a reminder.

“Yeah, it’s me, you muppet.”

Mason closed the scarce distance between them, slanting his lips against Faustus, igniting the familiar sear of gut-deep desire and flaming passion fanned by softer, more tender feelings. Faustus’s moan into his mouth only spurred him to tug the man tighter against him. When they parted for air with one of Faustus’s hands curled into his hair and one gripping into the jeans hanging loosely on his hip, Faustus’s eyes looked more focused.

“Oh, right,” Faustus breathed against him, thudding his forehead against his shoulder. His hot breath puffed against his skin. “Forgot how lucky I was for a moment.”

It took all of Mason’s control the stop a stupid grin that wanted to desperately claw it’s way out. Instead he favored guiding Faustus off the barstool, keeping him close to his side as they walked out. “You’re damn right.”

@lilyoffandoms @vienocalledmebuddy

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc mason #specialist agent mason #agent mason #twc detective #mason x m!detective #faustus valentine #fauson

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fandom-sheep · 4 years ago

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Tommyinnit 29 APR 21

Delayed Liveblogging Breaking into the prison Part 1/1

Alright I saw ghostbur so I’m watching

Ghostbur is avoiding being sus?

Poor Ghostbur having to get in the water.

Aww. Poor sweet Ghostbur. I don’t even care about Tommy being sneaky.

Two minutes of invis. Is he going to make it?

Oh was he caught with the potion? Almost?

Like a bottle being drunk. Ghostbur sweetheart.

Ghostbur isn’t temporary but he sure as heck feel like it with how little we see of him.

Tommy doing his absolute best to not make extra noise.

Through da lava.

I love Tommy just miming yelling and such.

We sneak and sneak sneak sneak.

Is this going to actually work?

Sam sounds so bored with the ghost.

Gosh hurry up please. I am so anxious.

Everyone doing o7 for the anthem

We all cry so easily.

Dream waving at Ghostbur lol.

Oh whoops.

Tommy done got caught.

Ah. Tommy was caught.

He tried.

Wait you forgot Ghostbur.

Sam seems surprised.

Chat seems surprised. Was chat not expecting this to happen.

I mean. That’s a good loophole.

Sam please don’t murder Tommy.

Hi Dream.

Hi Ghostbur.

Oh wow. Pulling the “killed him” card.

Dream threatening to revive Ghostbur.

Poor Ghostbur.

Wait are we getting the revival this time?

I can’t wait to check that blog or whoever does the thing that says if Wilbur is revived.

Dream has left. What is happening. I’m scared.

I want revivedbur as much as anyone else. But I’m stressed.

We’re waiting for Dream to reappear.

Why is Dream back?

Why are we threatening to revive Ghostbur?

Book???

Nothing happened after the count of 10. I expected something to happen.

Ooo channel points. Anyway.

No. Ghostbur.

Dream slayed him.

Wilbur left.

We’re getting revivedbur today. I’m betting on it.

The ghost died.

Wilbur... I’m going to cry.

Oh no. The chat is saying Wilbur’s skin changed.

Who checked the skin website?

Why is chat saying kill Sam. Sam did his job.

Everyone’s done everything.

Tommy please don’t kill Sam.

And yeah Sam is corrupt.

The fact Tommy does all this with a facecam. It’s impressive with the acting with it.

It is Tommy’s fault. He did sneak in against the rules.

Everyone saying Wilburs back in chat.

Sam just repeating that Tommy should be dead. That’s spooky.

I saw someone say sadists animation for this is going to slap with this. Yes Yes it will.

He’s got Ghostburs lead and cod.

Friend. Come on. Let’s go home.

Tubbo and Ranboo waiting for him.

Not that Ghostbur is dead but that Wilbur is back. Wow that was a good line.

OH NO WILBUR JOINED.

I’m excited for this but I am so nervous.

So stupidly nervous.

Tommy leading his crew of men.

Ranboo wasn’t there for Wilbur. He doesn’t fully understand.

Vilbur my beloved in chat.

I’m excited for Vilbur. There is going to be so much new art.

The Vilbur art and Revivedbur are is going to be nice.

Extra armor. Tommy is so traumatized.

The therapuffy is too busy with her own issues for this.

Just a nice long walk to the shrine.

And there is conveniently a lovely shrine made by the King.

Goofed up the timing.

Oh we’re almost there.

And see taking friend. 😢

Oh. Oh. I think I saw a moment of name tag.

Oh no. Oh no.

YESS NEW SKIN.

And it has the white streak all the artists were talking about!

He seems so confused.

HE DOESNT REMEMBER FRIEND!!!

I’m going to cry for there being no memories of friend.

Oh he thinks he did that. The predictors did well.

Oh the people who predicted that he thought he did it.

Wow. Wilbur is still crazy.

13.5 void years. Remember that.

Revivedbur is just excited about the destruction. You know I’m proud of him.

Sunrise. Nice very cinematic.

The new skin looks so nice.

I’m glad he doesn’t know who ranboo is. That’s impressive.

Quit dodging the blue. Rude.

I’m so excited to see the tumblr update that he was revived.

HES EVEN INCLUDING THE TRAIN STATION!

I heard that idea with the fan community.

He incorporated so many of the fan ideas into this.

A train coming in...

Ghostbur, he was sad.

Dream running the train.

Oh come on Wilbur don’t you do absolute reciprocity with Dream.

Oh the Ghostbur memories are coming back.

Threatening him with the Axe.

Wow. Just being manipulative already aren’t we.

Off he goes.

Cant wait for the fanfiction.

“what the hell did you do” -Ranboo

Then the stream just ends!?!

#tommyinnit #wilbur soot #Ghostbur #tubbo #dream #ranboo #awesamdude #dreamsmp #dsmp #delayed liveblogging

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captainseaweedbrains · 5 years ago

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Ship: Everlark #48

Thank you so much for sending me a prompt! I hope you enjoy! As always, drabbles don’t exist in my world. So it’s a bit longer than I anticipated. :P

Prompt: Meeting again at a high school reunion AU

Ao3: X

Send me a ship and a prompt and I’ll write a fic/drabble!

“If you don’t go over there and talk to him, I’m going to and you know I won’t edit out any embarrassing details,” Madge warned when she saw Katniss looking over at the Welcome table yet again.

Katniss scowled, the alcohol clearly not kicking in yet. “I don’t need your help, Madge.”

“You’ve been sitting here for twenty minutes, Katniss,” her friend pointed out, “watching that table like a scared hawk.”

“Can a hawk be scared?” Madge glared at her and she conceded. “All right, all right. Yes, I am acting like a scared, made-up hawk, but I can’t help it! I made a total ass of myself back in high school. I’m afraid he’ll remember.”

“Of course he’ll remember.”

“You’re no help. Why’d I bring you as my date again?”

Her friend smiled a winning smile and rubbed her swollen stomach. “Because my dearest husband decided a fishing trip with his brothers was more important than coming with me to our ten year high school reunion and he bribed you with anything you wanted from his store as thanks.”

“Right, right,” she laughed. “So why are you trying to pawn your date off on some stranger, Madge Hawthorne?”

“Please!” Madge scoffed. “Peeta Mellark is so not a stranger to you. How many times did you two hook up in high school? In the band room, under the stage in the auditorium, the Home Ec room, and correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t you two do it in Abernathy’s office?”

Popping the maraschino cherry from her drink into her mouth, Katniss smiled. “I’m not confirming, nor denying, anything of the sort. We were total saints in high school.”

“Uh huh.” Madge sighed and readjusted herself in her seat. “If you were total saints, why not go over and talk about your sainthood with Peeta, then?”

Because she had broken his heart? Because 18-year-old Katniss panicked and ruined a great thing? Because she knew for a fact, thanks to Facebook and small town busybodies, that Peeta had just gotten out of an engagement with some gorgeous blonde who looked like a model and showing up now felt like cutting open an old scar? Because she was scared of telling him how she really felt then? And how those feelings haven’t really gone away and seeing him there, smiling and laughing next to Delly Cartwright as they welcomed old classmates, reminded her those feelings were definitely still there?

“Because he’s busy working the Welcome table,” she said instead. “Don’t you hate when people chit chat you up while you’re trying to work a table?”

“No, but that’s because I’m not weird about people like you are.”

“I miss the shy, barely-spoke Madge from high school,” Katniss teased, bumping her foot against Madge’s. “What happened to her?”

“I joined a sorority in college and had to do three years of recruitment,” was all she said, still giving Katniss a pointed look. “Go talk to him, Katniss. Rip the band aid off.”

She looked over at the table and frowned. “What if he tells me off? I don’t think I can handle that kind of rejection.”

“He won’t,” Madge comforted, resting a hand on Katniss’ knee. “But you won’t know until you go over and say hello. Here,” she tore off her name tag and ripped it in half, handing the two pieces over to Katniss. “Ask for a new name tag for me as your excuse to talk to him.”

She gratefully took the stickers and stood up, glancing over at the table. Two people were in line, the first person animatedly talking to both Peeta and Delly she didn’t recognize from behind. Yes, she can do this. With one long shot of her drink, she went and stood in line, Madge giving a whoop of cheer in support.

The wait wasn’t long. Five minutes tops before she was walking up to the table, the two pale blondes smiling up at her, reminding her of all those times in high school they’d be managing the ticket table at lunch for Student Council or the ticket booth for football and basketball games.

“Katniss Everdeen!” Delly welcomed in her high-pitched squeaky voice that hasn’t changed a bit in ten years. “I thought I saw you around! You silly goose, how are you? What have you been up to? How has life been treating you? How is that lovely sister of yours?”

“Delly,” Katniss smiled. Even now, after all these years, it was hard not to reciprocate the woman’s warmth and energy. “Life’s been good, thanks. Can’t complain. Still living at home with my mom and sister. Prim’s fine. Going to school to be a doctor.”

“That’s amazing! And you’re a teacher now, I hear, right?”

“Um—yes, I am.” Her eyes shifted to Peeta, who was all smiles as well, before focusing back on Delly. “I’m a high school choral director at the high school next town over.”

“You did always have a beautiful voice,” Peeta stepped in and her legs almost turned to jello at the sound of his familiar yet somewhat deeper voice. “Inspiring students to find their voices.” Ever the wordsman, Peeta Mellark was.

“Yes,” she blushed, unable to help herself. “Um. That’s a really nice way of saying I spend half my time telling my classes to quiet down so we can get some work done.” They laughed and that helped calm some of her anxiety. “How are you both? I haven’t seen either of you since we all left for college!”

Delly answered first. “I’m a proud Stay-at-Home-Mom—”

“Don’t get her started on her triplets or else we’ll be here all night,” Peeta teased, happily accepting Delly’s shove.

“Wow,” Katniss breathed. “Triplets. That’s—that’s a lot of babies!”

“That’s what Thom says—you remember Thom, right, Katniss? We all had gym together in eleventh grade. Well, he’s my amazing husband now and he’s always joking how we nailed it out of the park on the first try.” She held out her phone to show a picture of three chubby toddlers, two girls and a boy, smiling cheekily at the camera in nothing but their diapers. “Gretchen, Analise, and Tommy,” Delly explained, pointing to each happy baby. “They just turned three last month and boy, are they keeping me busy!”

Katniss nodded. “They look adorable, Delly. Look just like you.”

“Thank you. That’s what everyone says.” She put her phone away. “Anyone in your life, Katniss?”

“Oh, um. No.” She looked down at the stickers in her hand, realizing she didn’t need it now with Delly talking a mile a minute. “Work keeps me pretty busy and most guys don’t understand why I prioritize a bunch of high schoolers over—well, everything.” She laughed, feeling a bit awkward now talking about her non-existent love life.

Delly looked over at Peeta, a knowing look in her eyes. “Peeta knows exactly how that is.”

“Delly,” he said, rolling his eyes at her. “I’m a high school art teacher,” he explained to Katniss. “And I run the school’s debate and speech teams for some extra money. So I get prioritizing your students over everything else.”

Oh. She didn’t know he was a teacher, too. Well that made a lot of sense why it was a pain hunting him down on Facebook. How had she not put two and two together? “Elective teachers unite,” she joked half-heartedly, feeling nervous again now that the attention was on him.

“May our program budgets always just barely make the cut,” he joined in, all smiles. She smiled back, unable to help herself. His smiles, familiar despite time away, always made her feel more at ease.

“You know, ever since I had the triplets, my bladder has never been the same,” Delly abruptly said standing up. “I have to visit the potty. The bathroom,” she corrected herself. “We’re working on potty training right now. Peeta, guard the table while I’m away?”

“Oh. Uh, sure thing, Dells.”

“You keep a close eye on him, Katniss. Make sure he doesn’t cause any mischief,” Delly warned with a wag of her finger before walking away, waving to those she knew as she went, which seemed to be everyone.

Katniss stood there for a moment, forlornly watching their buffer leave. She barely knew Delly, but now as the curly-haired blonde left, she felt a bit of a betrayal of being left alone with Peeta.

“You don’t have to watch over me,” Peeta said, her attention snapping back to him. “Delly was just teasing.”

“Oh no, it’s okay.” It wasn’t, not really, but admitting that would make things ten times more awkward. “Madge is my supposed date tonight, but she’s been spending more time in the bathroom than with me. So it’s fine. Um.” Just get it over with! “How are you, Peeta?”

“I’m fine, Katniss. Thank you for asking.”

“Of course, of course.” Wishing she’d consumed more alcohol before pursuing this quest, she went forth, “I heard you moved back into town. With your brother?”

He shook his head. “I forgot how small this town is. Yeah. I moved back. Go on and ask.” He motioned at her, rolling his eyes. “About my engagement. Everyone’s been asking about it.”

Katniss winced. “I didn’t want to pry, but yeah, I heard.”

“As did many others.” He sighed and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “I’m fine, really. I broke it off with her, actually. Wasn’t a right fit,” he explained. “I didn’t think it fair to either of us to continue further, but it still hurts a little.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Peeta.” But was she really, though? Was she seriously happy about a guy she hadn’t spoken to in over ten years being single again? God, she was a horrible person. “But it sounds like you did the mature thing. Breaking it off like that.”

He shrugged. “That’s what everybody tells me.”

Someone came up behind her and she stepped aside as Peeta snapped into greetings mode. It was amazing watching him change so swiftly like that. Some people truly never changed, she realized, remembering how quickly he seemed to change moods at the flip of a switch. He did it the day she broke things off with him. How his eyes cascaded down in disappointment and she’d wondered if he might cry after confessing how he felt about her for all this time, but then someone had walked in, calling out to them, and he became all smiles and acted like nothing drastic had happened between them.

It was a bit unsettling, the more she thought about it now.

The line of late comers started growing and Delly still hadn’t returned. Deciding to keep her promise, Katniss took a seat next to Peeta and smiled as another former classmate stepped up, ignoring the quizzical look he sent her as they were asked questions about times for the planned events and how they both were doing. Many assumed they were married now, remembering how close the two were in high school, and thank god for Peeta stepping in and saving her stumbling tongue, explaining how Katniss was just keeping Delly’s seat warm until she returned and that they hadn’t seen each other until tonight.

After the third or fourth classmate assumed their matrimonial union, Katniss laughed, picking at the ripped sticker she’d stuck to her skirt for safe keeping. “I didn’t realize so many people remembered us together.”

“Small town school,” he reminded her, his tone light and joking. Like she didn’t stupidly break his heart. “I’m not surprised they remembered you. You forget how much of an effect you have on people, Katniss.”

Her cheeks warmed. “I think you mean yourself there, Mr. Popular. I was that awkward band and choir girl with the braces who never shut up about why the Baroque style was far superior to Classical.”

“I remember those rants fondly,” Peeta laughed. “Your face would get all pinched because I barely knew what you were talking about, so I couldn’t offer any opinion. And I loved those braces! The silver brackets really brought out the silver in your eyes.”

She rolled her eyes, remembering that line he used to pull every time she complained about her teeth. “Well I’m happy to say those days are gone. I’ve been metal-free since college.”

“Took that long, huh?”

“I’m pretty sure my orthodontist was just milking it for my money those last three years,” she laughed. “My teeth looked pretty straight to me.” Katniss smiled widely, showing off her white, straight teeth she suffered many mouth cuts and rubber band snaps to achieve. He joined her and wow. It really did feel like no time had passed between them. Like they were just a couple of teens back in high school, making fun of a teacher or a douchey classmate.

Peeta looked down at the table, tapping his pen in thought. “You know,” he said after a moment, still looking down, “I am free from this table at 7.”

“That makes sense,” she nodded. “If people haven’t arrived in the first hour and a half, that’s their loss.”

“It is,” he smiled, glancing up at her. Yes, his eyes were still as clear blue as she remembered, and was it possible for eyelashes to grow? His looked longer now. “If you’d be fine with it, Katniss, I’d like to catch up with you some more.” Was it her imagination or did he seem nervous? That made no sense. She broke his heart. If anyone should be nervous, it was her. And she was. The constant flutter in her stomach more noticeable now with her sitting so close to him.

“Oh. Um.” It was her turn to look down at her hands. “Okay. Sure. Yeah, that’d be great.”

Peeta seemed uncertain, though. “Are you sure? Was I too forward just now? Sorry, ever since my break-up, I seem to be a bit rusty talking with people.” That was hard to believe.

“No, no!” Katniss rushed to assure him. “I just—didn’t think you’d really want to catch up after how we ended things.” There. She mentioned it. Old heartbreak was out there now. “I know I messed things up pretty badly.”

To her surprise, Peeta laughed, shaking his head. “Trust me, that is water under the bridge, Katniss. I was stupid and should have picked up on the vibes you were sending me.”

“And I was stupid, too,” she said, a bit shyly.

“High schoolers can be pretty stupid.”

“I don’t know,” she smiled. “Mine seem a lot smarter than when we were that age.”

“Mine too.” He pretended to think. “Perhaps we were just idiots and it has nothing to do with how young we were.”

She laughed. “Maybe.”

He tapped her pen with his. “To being idiots?”

“To being idiots.” She tapped his pen back.

And at 7 o’clock sharp, Peeta declared it was time they drank until they got so drunk, it was like they were back at Finnick Odair’s Friday night after-game parties. Katniss happily agreed, sternly reminding him she wasn’t going to make out with him tonight like they used to do in the toolshed during those parties, causing him to burst out laughing. Quickly scrawling out Madge’s name on a new sticker, she told Peeta she’d meet him at the bar.

“I have to give my date her sticker.” He told her the booze waited for no one and headed to where a group of their classmates were chanting for someone to “Chug! Chug! Chug!” She smiled and went back to Madge, who was chatting with Leevy Anderson, an old friend of hers.

“Well,” Madge asked after Leevy excused herself. “You were gone an awful long time. Did you get my sticker?” Katniss handed it to her with a smile. “I take it things went well? Or were you just sputtering out nonsense.”

“It went very well,” Katniss told her, glancing over at the bar where Peeta stood, holding two drinks out, one clearly being hers. “We’re going to get crazy drunk now because this night has been extremely long for both of us. I hope you’re fine driving me?”

“One of us needs to get crazy drunk tonight,” Madge laughed, patting her stomach. “Drink for me, too?”

“Of course.”

“Going to make out with Peeta Mellark like old times?” her friend teased, noticing Peeta now. “I’m sure there’s a closet you two can sneak into.”

Katniss scoffed at her friend’s blatant assumption. “No, we’re not making out tonight, Madge.” Madge nodded, taking a sip of her pop. “We might next Friday, though,” she added a bit coyly. “He’s taking me out to dinner.” And she walked away before her friend could say anything further.

#Everlark #The Hunger Games #Everlark fanfic #The Hunger Games fanfic #Everlark fanfiction #The Hunger Games fanfiction #my writing #asks #mandelion82 #high school reunion #fluff

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fleetofshippyships · 4 years ago

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2020 Creator Wrap: 5 Favorite Works

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 (or so) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works.

Tagged by @inessencedevided and @rockmarina =)

Yay, AO3 is back up so I can do this now XD cos the brain fog is thick and I couldn’t even remember 5 titles let alone my favs 😅 and I wrote a lot of little things while fogged this year and never posted them, or thought I did only to find out later I didn’t, or just...forgot they existed entirely, and a few things posted here on tumblr but not AO3, so...I’m very confused and needed help remembering 😅 I plan on sorting that mess out soon

This year has been my worst and least productive from when I first started posting fic years ago, but that’s okay, my health has been rock bottom this year so it’s to be expected, so every drabble and fic is something to be proud of!!

But, my favs, let’s see...after I scroll my own AO3 to remind myself what I wrote not much 😅 but also crap I was so ready to link my sangxian fic but that was posted late 2019 😭

A Dream Made Real (Wangxian, Merfolk AU, Tears of Pearl Part 6)

I never meant for this merfolk AU to be more than that first part of the series but whoops, it got away from me XD I really miss writing it, hopefully I can get more done this year!

Side note: also A Charming Distraction which is set in the same setting but not quite a part of the series (although I’m going to work it in after thinking about it, so yes this happens at some point after part 6) because really, what is the point of having a merman boyfriend if you don’t use him like a banana boat to lazily float down the river? (also this was a collab with @sweetlittlevampire, and she enabled me wonderfully when I had this idea of Lan Zhan dropping a water whale on Wei Wuxian’s head and then she drew it so beautifully (the moment before Wei Wuxian got drenched, which is beautiful and not as ridiculous as it sounds XD)

Never Again (Nie Huaisang/Jiang Cheng, unhappy ending)

I’m still so happy with the angst in this, and cos my friend who loves angst prompted me I was able to just go hard and not tone it down (I LOVE angst XD) and then she cussed me out for how painful it was, which was the most fun part XD but I love the (so deliciously painful) idea of Huaisang pushing Jiang Cheng away to keep him safe but also being absolutely fucking brutal because he knows Jiang Cheng’s most painful weaknesses and also knows nothing short of total brutality will keep Jiang Cheng far enough away to not notice everything that follows in canon, and cos Jiang Cheng just won’t take the hint 😭

An untitled Soulmate AU I’m working on for the Touken Ranbu fandom (Kurikasen ship, WHY ARE THEY A RAREPAIR I WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND) which so far exists online only as this WIP wednesday snippet post. It’s not finished yet (or is it? endings are hard) but I wrote 9k of it in 2020 so it counts right? XD

Now and Always (Jin Ling/Lan Sizhui)

This was just purely self-indulgent. I just wanted to write Sizhui trying to make Yanli’s soup for Jin Ling, I have big feelings about Sizhui having tried it but not Jin Ling. Also, literally nothing would happen in this fic without Jingyi, he is the true MVP, the ultimate wingman, and he deserves an award!

Putting to Rights (Poly Junior Quartet with Jin Ling/Jingyi focus)

I just like writing the juniors but also I’ll never not love the moment Jin Ling rushes to his feet to go off at Sizhui and Zizhen only to get yanked back down because his hand is still all tangled with Jingyi’s by the forehead ribbon XD

Okay, I’m not gonna tag anyone cos I’m late doing this and everyone has probably already been tagged and I’ve been offline so long I feel weird tagging anyone anyway XD

But if any content creators see this and wanna do it but weren’t tagged, PLEASE DO IT, you can say I tagged you =)

#*#tag game #tag meme #mdzs #wangxian #sangcheng #zhuiling #lingyi

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yoshichao · 5 years ago

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the Smashers and their Host Ch13 Preview

Series: Super Smash Bros.

Characters: Reader, Literally Everyone In Super Smash Bros Ultimate

Summary: You're an inter-dimensional being that owns a huge estate situated on the cusp of spacetime. You've been asked to rent out your mansion for the upcoming Super Smash Bros. tournament. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Reader-Insert, Romantic & Platonic Harem, Comedy, Fluff, No Smut

Read the fic here!

[So after a year, I finally finished chapter 11... During my writer’s block, I actually started on what was then going to be chapter 12, but I’ve seen then squeezed another chapter between them in the plans. So, if all goes according to plan, this will be May’s update. Anyways, I feel like posting it so!! It’s not as meaty as the chapter 11 preview - this one is only about 2k words instead of a whopping 13k - but I hope you enjoy regardless!]

You can’t help but stare as the roller coaster above slowly reaches its peak before plummeting downwards, accompanied by a chorus of screams. Just watching the cars zip through loops and corkscrews makes your head spin, and you find yourself grateful that you aren’t on that particular ride. You don’t know if your heart could take it.

The repairs at the mansion finished with accompanying fanfare (well, in your head, at least) and you thought you’d be able to sit back and relax for a bit. Your new life had other plans, of course, and the Smashers were absolutely insatiable, so you had been invited to join them to an amusement park. Honestly, you should have declined - you wanted to! - but…

“Pleaaaaase?” Roy had been the one to ask you to join them, giving you puppy dog eyes as he held the brochure out. The park was in a place called Nimbasa City - recently expanded! grand re-opening! - which you recognized as a place in the Pokemon universe.

“You know you can go without me, right?” you tried, still feeling worn out from all the Social Activities and babysitting you’ve been doing lately. The other day, you found DK using Pac-man as a bowling ball to “prank” anyone wandering the halls. Then the following day, you’re pretty sure Villager and Toon Link had a slingshot competition with the mansions’ windows. And then the day after that, Leaf helped you play detective to find out who was stealing all the speakers throughout the mansion, just to find Diddy Kong using them to create a “gaming set-up fit for a king”.

Why.

Completely oblivious to your weariness, Roy’s expression remained enthusiastic, even when he gave you a mock-frown. “Sure, but, you said we would hang out together next time everyone was doing something!”

“I did?”

“Yeah, you did!”

Oh right, you did. You did say that after he wasn’t invited to the sleepover. Curse you and your desire to keep everyone happy! Now you have to go!

And so, after someone consulted Master Hand about building a temporary transporter directly to Nimbasa City, here you are.

“Whoa, it’s even cooler than in the pictures!” Roy, determined to take you up on your offer to spend time together, arrived via teleporter alongside you. While the mansion has been abuzz over another multiverse outing, you have no idea who actually intended on going. It’s already midday, so there are probably plenty of Smashers already here…

Pulling your gaze away from the roller coaster, you notice that your redheaded companion was also staring intently at the Rayquaza-themed deathtrap. His expression is strained, leading you to believe the both of you are thinking the same thing.

“Why don’t we start with getting something to eat?” you suggest, thinking of the safest option possible. Oh, but if you end up going on rides with a full stomach… Hm, maybe that’s not as safe as you thought. But Roy eagerly takes your suggestion and you have no choice but to follow him to the food court.

“That’s a great idea! I’m dying to see what kind of food this world has!”

You can’t help but agree, but his words have curiosity bubbling within you. “Have you never visited the Pokemon world before?”

“Only once, during Melee!” His grin is almost infectious, though it mellows out as he continues talking. “We never came out here during the last tournament season! ...Or at least, not while I was around.” Roy frowns a moment before putting on another smile, though this one seems a bit more forced. “Melee’s whole thing though was that we were travelling to a new universe for each round of the tournament. For the Pokemon world though, we took a blimp to the stadium, so we didn’t really get to explore…”

That’s right - you forgot Roy was technically only invited to one full tournament, so he wouldn’t have had as much time to relax and travel around with the others. It was only by popular demand that he was invited for the “extra” tournaments, appearing alongside Ryu as a secret opponent for the champions of the mini doubles tournament. They’d both go on to appear in the remaining tournaments and random matchups of the season. While that would have given him a few months to participate in fun activities with the others, you have to imagine a lot of that slows down during tournament season.

“But, a few Smashers and I snuck out between matches to check out the local town.” Roy continues his story sheepishly, smiling fondly at the memory. “And then we uh, went a bit too far… got lost in a cave… We made it back just in time for our next match, but Master Hand really gave us an earful…” He laughs awkwardly, and you find yourself snickering at the idea of Master Hand panicking when he discovered some of his hotshot superstars have gone missing.

“Who all went with you?”

He counts them off on his fingers as he lists everyone. “Me, Pichu, Young Link, Popo, Nana... oh, and Ness. Pikachu ended up being the one who found us lost in the cave.”

You can just imagine the six of them running in circles trying to find the exit, just to have Pikachu show up and use its familiarity of the region to lead them out in mere minutes.

...Huh. Funny, most of those six are Smashers that didn’t get invited back every year afterwards. And you remember there had once been rumours that Ness wasn’t going to be invited back to Brawl…

...Eh, probably just a coincidence. Master Hand wouldn’t exclude someone over an incident like that.

“I’m surprised Pikachu didn’t try to get you even more lost on purpose,” you say offhandedly. Roy’s expression is surprisingly contemplative.

“Nah, Pikachu used to be cool back then. Like, sure he liked to hype up the crowd, but outside of matches he was really chill.” He pauses. “I was surprised to find out he kind of became a jerk. Apparently he’s just been that way since the start of Brawl.”

“Really?” And here you thought the first tournament had been the catalyst to its inflated ego, where the electric rodent had won both the singles and the doubles tournaments that season. Pikachu’s record during Melee was pretty average… maybe something else happened between that and Brawl? An event none of the Smashers would have known about?

Roy shrugs - he’s just in the dark about it as you are - and you notice you’ve arrived at the food court, signalling the end of the conversation. You spot a Pansage, a Panpour, and a Pansear behind a long counter. Pansage takes orders and hands them to the other two monkeys, who then proceed to rush around unnecessarily chaotically to put the order together. This seems like the type of environment where mistakes are easily made, but a lot of people seem to be eating food from here, so apparently they know what they’re doing…?

You end up ordering a Rawst Burger and a lemonade, while Roy gets a corn dog and a soda pop. On your way to finding somewhere to sit, you spot Falco getting his hot dog stolen by the Duck Hunt Dog. You’re glad he’s too far to notice you laughing.

“Look, there’s space at that table!” Your attention is brought back to Roy, who is pointing at a table with only one other person sitting at it. Coincidentally, the spiky blond haired dude there is someone you recognize as part of the Smash crew. Roy takes longer to recognize him - it’s not until you’ve both rounded the table to sit across from the swordsman that he addresses him.

“Oh hey, you’re that guy… uh, Rain, was it?”

When the blond looks up and you see his face, an involuntary snort arises from your throat as you try to hold back laughter.

“It’s Cloud. Cloud Strife.” Apparently they offer facepainting somewhere at the park, because Cloud’s face is covered in ink that resembles a bunny. When combined with his completely serious expression, you have to hide a smile behind your hand as you sit down.

“Right, that’s it. I knew that.” Roy sits next to you, raising an eyebrow at the swordsman across from you two. “What’s on your face?”

“It’s a rabbit.”

“I guess someone is offering facepainting somewhere?” you clarify helpfully, and Roy’s face lights up in recognition.

“Oh! That sounds fun.” He looks to you with enthusiasm. “Hey, what animal do you think I should get? Heh, probably something fierce, like a lion, or--”

“A puppy,” you reply without hesitation, interrupting his own ideas. Roy looked shocked at your suggestion - almost even offended. Whoops.

“A-A puppy? Not like… a bigger dog? A wolf, maybe…?”

“I think a puppy would suit you as well,” Cloud agrees. Roy’s jaw drops as he’s left struggling for an objection, but Cloud moves the conversation before he can say anything. “They also do portraits - look.”

He hands you a large rolled up piece of canvas paper that you’ve been curious about for awhile now before returning to picking at his funnel cake (mm, you gotta get one of those later). Roy leans into your personal space to take a look as you unroll it.

Oh my. That is certainly a caricature.

Roy almost immediately lets out a laugh. “Wo-ow! That would explain your face.”

The canvas blocks your vision so you can’t see Cloud’s face, but you can hear him exhale deeply. Rolling the portrait back up, you place it down on the table.

“I like the style! The art is very clean.” You’ve seen a lot of skill levels in the art found in your mansion, so it’s pretty easy to think outside of “bad” and “good”. Then of course, there’s your own art to consider… yeesh. “I think the artist really captured your character.”

“That’s what I thought,” Cloud responds with a nod, relaxing in the seat. Roy snorts beside you, and you refrain from elbowing him quiet in favour of shooting him a wry look.

“What, you think you could do better?”

Your challenge seems to actually take him off guard, and he fumbles to regain his confidence. “Uh… pfft. Of course. Anyone could do that.” He tries to laugh confidently, but there’s a clear nervous edge to it. Refusing to show him mercy, you play along by feigning amazement.

“Really? Wow, I’d love to see that. Maybe we should have an art show back at the mansion! Wouldn’t that be fun?”

“O-Ooh, I mean… You really think people would be interested in that…?”

Cloud recognizes the game you are playing and chimes in with an immediate “I would”. You do a gesture as if to say “see??”, smiling bright and devious until his resolve finally breaks.

“F-Fine! I’ll do it! But don’t say I didn’t warn you, cuz I’m… really good!!” His voice shakes with anxiety at the end, and it takes all you have not to burst out laughing. This is good. This is so good. You’ll have to file this “art show” idea away for down the road, so you can spring it on him again unexpectedly. Although, torture and humiliation aside, you actually suddenly are curious if any of the Smashers are secretly artists.

“Yes! I’m looking forward to it!” With a grin, you end the conversation by finally picking up your burger and taking a bite into it. Huh, it tastes… fruity. Bitter. Wait, that must be because there are Rawst Berries used in it. Guess you should have seen this coming. You don’t hate it, but the taste has definitely taken you off-guard and you’re not sure you like the mix of meat and berry.

You must have been making a face because Cloud slides his funnel cake plate halfway across the table. “Here. I probably won’t finish it anyways.”

Forgetting about his previous worries, Roy smiles and reaches for the plate. “Ooh, don’t mind if I do--” To his dismay, Cloud hits his hand away.

“I didn’t offer it to you.”

Roy looks torn. You’d feel bad for him if it wasn’t so funny. Likewise, you usually try to politely decline gifts so as to not seem greedy, but you are enjoying having fun at Roy’s expense. “Thanks!” You put down the burger and reach for a piece of the doughy, sugary treat. Ripping it off, you pop it in your mouth and audibly hum in delight. Hehe, you’re a real devil!! If you wanted to be really mean, you could mention how sad it is that Roy can’t know how good this is, but you are not that cruel. Not right now, at least.

Between stealing chunks of funnel cake and continuing to try finishing the burger (nnnnnope, still tastes weird!), you let your mind wander to thoughts regarding the swordsman across from you. Back in the day, Cloud was a popular request to join the tournament despite existing extremely far away from the bubble of universes Master Hand typically picked from. When he was announced as a surprise participant in the final Super Smash Bros. 4 season tournament, fans exploded with excitement. You were honestly surprised to see him on the list for the Ultimate roster - you hear that Cloud Strife is a tough guy to work with and that’s why he doesn’t make many multiverse appearances despite his popularity. Not even the heads of the more local Playstation All-Stars tournament could get him. Master Hand must have really pulled some strings to get him to participate in Smash not once, but twice.

[...and that is unfortunately all I have. See you next month for chapter 12!]

#tsath #the smashers and their host #super smash bros #fanfiction

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ohsosims · 6 years ago

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The Jesse Buckley Bachelor Challenge

Okay so here we go! I still am very unsure of how I’m actually gonna go about playing this challenge, but I wanted to get the ball rolling!

I already showcased my boy Jesse earlier but i’m gonna be lazy af and copy paste his info from the first post so you can get to know him again! I’m most probably going to add to the list in another post but we getting this thing out today!

Jesse grew up herding cattle, lassoing horses and bull riding. He’s a through and through cowboy. His family owns a ranch in Oasis Springs, where up until a few months ago he lived with his parents, older brother and sister. Being the youngest sibling he became prone to trouble and suffered from tantrums, though not as bad as he got older, but the tantrums left him a little hot headed now in his adult life. From first appearances he can seem a little rough around the edges and a tad boisterous at times but deep down he’s got a good heart, and will take care of anyone he loves. Ranch life gave him the freedom of the rural country and he loves the outdoors, nature is his calling and likes to collect items from the places he visits. A true outdoors enthusiast. Sharing his world with someone is a dream for him really, and he is just as willing to share their world and experiences with them too. He’d really like someone who can take a bit of rough and tumble, endure the rodeo that he calls life.

some facts:

he has southern accent.

paired with a husky voice, he sounds like john marston sometimes.

will say howdy unironically.

wanted to be a bull rider growing up.

but got bucked off their prized bull and ended up in the hospital.

he had to have twenty three stitches to close the wound to his face.

his brother told him it made him look cool.

but no matter how much he tries to think that way he’s very self conscious of the scar.

never rode a bull since the incident.

got the scar on his cheek when he face planted a rock after trying to race his friends to the other side of the ranch and back.

he lost.

loves country music.

and does not apologise for it.

he can play the guitar, but would be too embarrassed to play for anyone but his close friends and family.

is a pretty decent singer too.

loves to wear plaid shirts, jeans and his favourite boots.

tries to impress the ladies downtown by wearing his cowboy hat and reciting lines from sweet home alabama.

it works 80% of the time.

the other 20% he gets slaps to the face.

can be quite grumpy, but it doesn’t take much to put a smile on his face.

refers to life as ‘rodeo’

once you get him talking he won’t shut up.

doesn’t really like big crowds of people and can get a tad shy.

his brother is the next in line for ownership of the ranch, but secretly wishes he was.

it’s left him in a bit of a crossroads in his life.

at the moment he’s traveling around trying to find where he belongs.

though a little uncouth at times he does appreciate the wonders of the world, in art, in music, in everything the world has to offer.

is a terrible linedancer.

had to have lessons when he was twelve but the teacher kicked him out for being disruptive.

at school he was the same.

he got really good grades but spent most of his time in the principal’s office.

one time he spread washing up liquid around the sinks throughout the school and proceeded to flood every available space with bubbles.

he was suspended for a week and had to do ‘community service’ for a year to pay for the damages.

not to mention the reception from his parents was possibly the angriest they’d ever been with him.

to be fair, the event straightened him up a little and graduated top of his class.

working on the ranch has been his life, and figured that’s where he’d spend his whole life.

but deep down knows he wants more.

settling down and having a family would be good for him.

Rules:

Any gender.

No supernatural sims.

CC is great but if you could just make it an everyday outfit, that’ll be cool!

Tell me about your sim, I’d love to get to know them better!

Tag me in your post! - (If I haven’t reblogged/liked it I most likely have missed it so tag me again or dm me!)

whoops

forgot to give a deadline. Let’s say Friday 12th, and if I don’t have enough sims I’ll extend it!

I’m super excited to see your sims! 💖💖💖💖💖💖

#bachelor challenge #jesse buckley #jesse buckley bachelor challenge #ts4 bachelor challenge #the sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 #thesims4 #sims4

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in-tua-deep · 6 years ago

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Hi there! I love your blog! Do you have any tua fanfiction that you are reading or writing right now?

UHHHH i have two in progress fics on ao3 right now which i,, really need to finish up but haven’t yet lmao, they’re called rude awakening and lessons revisited and I will eventually wrap them up!!

i have another vague drabble about first words and the things Five has learned from them (like one of Five’s first words being ‘no’ and then him learning that under Reginald he really doesn’t get to have an opinion/bodily autonomy)

I have two short fics for a fan zine which I will update more about when I know more whoops but i did post the first sentences for a first lines tag meme thing i think

Otherwise I’m not reading a whole lot of fics at the moment unfortunately (though I would like to be) since I’m so busy! When I’m not doing readings for class (grad school is so much reading y’all), I’m answering questions on here when I can (I have 175 messages in my inbox rip), writing my own little drabbles as inspiration comes to me, looking after my cats, playing flight rising and being active in that, doing art (flight rising art usually), and trying to be sociable

my cohort is so social rip. just this weekend I a) went to a psyd student party, where I got the balloon i showed the child playing with in a previous post, which i also made oreo balls for with my sister, b) helped a member of my cohort practice an assessment test for her workplace, which was like half mental status evaluation and half a bunch of other tests and the wisconsin card sorting test can suck my dick, and c) i’m still going to a pool party for my cohort tomorrow (which lemme tell u is stressful but i have obtained swim trunks that fit me and one of the shirts u can swim in so there’s that) and I still have to make funeral potatoes for that which meant I had to go shopping today for the stupid foilware trays to make it with

hmm. just remembered i forgot to pick up a towel for the pool party. oops.

I’m still settling into my new place and figuring out my workload/responsibilities! Once I start adapting and everything cools down a little bit as we get over the whole “get to know each other” part of the year, hopefully I’ll be less busy and have more time to devote to my hobbies!

until then though i’m going to take my usually designated free time for reading and,,, use it to take two to three hour naps on my couch with my cats lmao

#ask me #calmcollectedcamel #i love this blog so much and wish i could spend more time on it tbh #but it's kind of hard to juggle between responding to asks and writing fics and just making my own dumb shit posts #if there are any flight rising people out there though i'm soulykins on there!#flight rising is my other passion #all my dragon babies #ice flight is the best flight no you can't change my mind #but seriously my social meter is just fucking. exhausted.#people are exhausting #i would classify myself as an ambivert in that i genuinely like spending time with people but it's so draining that i can't do it for long #a few hours is my limit and maybe less depending on activity #but i'm genuinely trying to be more social in grad school than i was in undergrad #and i'm gonna spend the next four or five years of my life with the same people so i mean #i best be getting to know them #i am - as the kids say - stressed

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firstpuffin · 6 years ago

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Dealing with overpowered antagonists:

-Note: haha- whoops. I meant to add an image but forgot, leaving only the note reminding me to do so.

Always triple proof-read your stuff to save yourself from embarrassment!

If you enjoy any kind of fantastic action story, whether it be peacekeepers in space, superheroes in New York or Vampires on a flat-earth atop the backs of four elephants, it is likely that at some point you will come across an overpowered antagonist. This enemy may be the man in the high tower pulling all of the strings or just a henchman too dumb to make plans; he can’t be hurt and he has greater raw power than the hero, but somehow he needs to be defeated (by the way, I’m using the old fashioned “he” rather than mess around with confusing specific gender-neutral pronouns; it’s just practical).

An example of this and the one that inspired this piece is Doomsday from the recent “Death of Superman” cartoon movie and is my bad example of how to write an overpowered villain. A reasonably comparable- erm, comparison in world, power levels and characters is from Japan; the recently finished (or on hiatus) series Dragon Ball Super did an overpowered antagonist reasonably well. Keep in mind I’m not saying Japan does this better, it’s just a coincidence.

I’m sure everybody knows Superman but I’ll briefly cover Dragon Ball to give non-nerds context. Like Superman, Dragon Ball started off as a comic book series (manga to those who get pissy about terminology) that has also been animated; the latest series is called Dragon Ball Super. The hero, Son Goku, is an alien sent from a dying planet and who gains godlike powers. I’ll point out that while Goku’s powers are innate, unlike Superman he has accessed them through rigorous training rather than convenient exposure to the sun and he is in no way a hero of justice. He’s already very strong but he transforms his body to get stronger and, through what’s become a gag in the fandom, he has about six transformations; he actually has more depending on what you count but six is the minimum. You may have seen the meme “this isn’t even my final form”: you can thank Dragon Ball for that.

Goku and Supes have been compared again and again and fans frequently (and kind of pathetically) fight over which is stronger; I’m not going to get involved in that as I know Goku really well, but Superman barely at all. I bring all of this up because the similarities and comparisons allow for a really interesting analysis of their antagonists.

First of all, let’s look at Doomsday. I mean, I’d rather not as he’s ugly as sin. Now that the bad joke’s over let’s actually say something of value: Doomsday is this huge grey-skinned, red-eyed (real original guys) and white-boned monstrosity. I say white boned because he has what appear to be pointed bones sticking out from all over him. From what I can grasp he is some sort of mutant Kryptonian without a mind or intelligence and that just destroys. There’s not much else to say besides that he appears to be a stronger version of Superman, minus intelligence.

The antagonist in Dragon Ball Super is called Jiren the Grey and he is- well he’s grey-skinned. Don’t ask me, naming-schemes might be different in Japan. Anyway, Jiren is an alien with grey-skin, big black-eyes and no hair. It’s never stated what species he is or how innately strong they are, but the dude is huge, like absolute unit huge. He is intelligent but appears lacking in the personality department, generally being quiet. Like Goku, his strength has been achieved through training although he doesn’t transform.

Let’s return to Doomsday and the subject at hand. Doomsday wanders around destroying everything until he meets Supes who is almost his match. The two fight for a long time with Superman losing ground until it is clear that he is being overwhelmed. Superman’s punches don’t do enough while Doomsday’s punches hurt. Supes tries everything he can, flight, heat vision, punching harder. But it reaches the point where the Hall of Justice is ruined and a broken Superman is being thrashed; Lois decides to yeet a stone at Doomsday who seems as fresh as a wild daisy and if I know the character well enough then it’s probably stronger than when the fight started. Seeing Lois in danger, Superman- kills Doomsday. Just like that. He fly-punches Doomsday’s head in a 180.

It comes out of nowhere and there is no reason for it. Yes, watching a man who can fly and shoot lasers requires the suspension of disbelief, but that only goes so far. Supes being able to outrun the sound of a speeding bullet is internally consistent within the world and we begin by accepting that. We know he is weak to kryptonite and being punched really, really hard, and that he gathers strength from the sun. And, in the name of being internally consistent, we see him being punched really, really hard at night when the sun is out and being unable to reciprocate. Even suspending our disbelief, just going by what we’ve seen in the movie so far, Superman should not have been able to beat Doomsday by just punching harder.

So what about Dragon Ball? Some more background, there are twelve universes that exist and ten fighters from eight of these universes are having a battle royale in the “Tournament of Power” and it has been established that there is a character who even the gods can’t match: Jiren the Grey. From the moment we see him he is calm and strong. Throughout the tournament he rarely acts and when he does he pulls off amazing feats: he tosses a berserk character who Goku was struggling with off of the stage, he deflects attacks with a look and blows a fighter out of the ring with the air pressure from a punch.

When he eventually fights Goku, who is the only person strong enough to actually put up a struggle, he overwhelms him. I’ll admit, the execution is trite and uninteresting (it’s boring and silly seeing someone block an attack with a finger; don’t do that), but it’s shown that Goku doesn’t stand a chance. Now Goku has been training under an angel in order to fight the gods (I know, sounds weird, right?) and he’s been training to do some martial arts thing where the body acts before the mind can think, and during the fight this training begins to manifest. This is shown before the tournament, as is the fact Goku’s species, known as Saiyans, are born fighters and will become more skilled as they do so; this is all internally consistent and matches what the viewers have already accepted.

Goku and Jiren fight three times and the only reason that Goku doesn’t lose the first time is because of Jiren’s arrogance. He gives Goku time to rest (twice) and to get a hang on the skills that had started to manifest during their fight, skills which he perfects during the final fight. Now I’ll admit that things don’t totally make sense: Goku learns to let his body react intuitively, speeding up his movement, and yet this causes him to transform again? This seems a bit contrived, and yet it uses what we already know: the Saiyan race can transform.

I can justify this by saying that it’s more than him reacting to attacks, his body as a whole is acting according to decades of training and transforming, and this manifests through the perfect transformation. I came up with this because it matches what the story has told us. Goku wins because of what they have told us for a long, long time. But you know what? Goku doesn’t win with this new power.

Goku has worn down Jiren when the new transformation’s side effects kick in and he loses the power as the muscle strain nearly cripples him. He then has to fight alongside two of his teammates to defeat this weakened Jiren.

The reason why Jiren’s defeat is so good is that it relies on things that we have known and has been established within the story; it’s internally consistent. Now I have to admit, Dragon Ball Super is a series that lasted a few years and is tagged on the end of another decades long series, and The Death of Superman is a couple hour long movie. This certainly gives Dragon Ball the advantage of time, but that doesn’t hugely matter.

It’s more than possible to set up a weakness in the early minutes of a movie, or better yet throughout the movie. Show that Doomsday has a weak neck; maybe see his bone-protrusions pierce Superman’s skin but are fragile and break off. Supes can yank out a shard from his own stomach and stab Doomsday. Maybe being a Kryptonian monster he also has a weakness to Kryptonite. Maybe… anything. It doesn’t have to be hours of our hero training to get stronger, just don’t pull a stronger punch out of your arse.

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