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drfuckerm-d · 3 days ago
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awwww this is so SWEET lmc (ftr u dont have to reblawg)
@sunshine-sojin ily cuz ur not just my moot. u also go get gumbles with me irl at the mall and that means we have an unbreakable bond. i will always write silly fics for u and shield u from the uncouthery i partake in
@tuiloth bc i love u and i think it is SO funny we met bc u had a muriel arcana daily post acc and asked ur followers via story post A) how to dry leaves and B) how to remove blood stains and both times i randomly reached out and gave u the answers. that is ancient friendship lore and i cherish it
@hawkstar5 u r funny as faaaawwwwk and ur like one of the tumblr moots i text most regularly/for like absolutely no reason and also u crawl all over my ao3/bsky/tumbly and i love to read ur comments awwwwe thank u 🥹🥹🥹 ive got my big #1 glove on and up for the next YOTP chapter
@yellowcakeuf6 uuu were like the first person to regularly comment on all my ao3 work and i am always so happy to see what u have to say beneath all my stuff im honored forevez🫶🫶 + i love to see ur work on my dash and i feel soooo lucky when i get little sneak previes over dm
@tanyayoung-322 cuz u supply us with baller pics of our lovely dater and also fun nature stuff and the aesthetic b/w pics. ur also like the first person to like my art when i post it and im always so thankful tysm❤️🥰
@duztdevl u make me giggle and ur style is just so fascinating to me i love everything u draw. i eat it as soon as u serve it. also i like that its data AAAND fallout like YAAAY 2 of my favorite things. ur also always there on my bsky and i love to see ur replies 🫶
@101-android-luvr-010 omg i hadnt rp'd in like YEEEAAARS until i rp'd with u again its so funsies awwwwwwe❤️ mystery is so cutie cute and fun to play dollies with
@xm0-m0x like the second i heard abt the roblox ghost game i was like zamn i bet momo would play that with me and we DID and it was FUN. i love getting a little papa sprinkled into my dash via ur reblogs 💜🖤💙 AND u always leave the sweetest little comments on my silly stupid animatics and i appreciate it v much 🙏
@skee-doodles u have taken such a vested interest in slag and i am so honored omg 😭 i genuinely never expected anyone to like her beyond her function as the vehicle for the audience but u always pop up in my dms with another doodle of her and im like omg 🩷💕🤭😚 i stare at them and pat my phone screen lovingly they are so thoughtful
@datazombiie u are not very active i think but u were my first data moot and i was so thrilled by every interaction with u. i was like OMG i do tumblr now and im DOING IT WELL!!
@dataentryspecialist was deadass gobsmacked when i saw u on here cuz id read EE and had no idea u had a tumblr. i think i told u the first time u commented on some post here that u were like a celeb to me and its still like that 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ i would not have ever posted anything had i not stumbled into that massive fic one night
i spent a very long time trying to be a full-fledged artist and found myself discouraged and mistreated so many times by other artists/any thread of the industry that until i'd fallen down the data rabbit hole, i had completely given up on sharing any of my art. my early posts dont have signatures because my work had been stolen so many times previously id just given up trying to protect it. im so happy that i decided to give it all another shot, and i wouldn't have done it without any of everyone's support. tysm u guys 🫶🙏 listed and unlisted ❤️ shall be back and posting soon
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@ibrokeurheartbcuzubrokemine @foliverfalls @allyeilishh @addisonraesbaby @emiliesblohsh @bilsslut @noodleswashere @bilsbabyy @bitchesbrokenpromises @billsdollie
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tofics · 2 days ago
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Everyone Wants a Piece of Pedro Pascal
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To his friends and family, he is Pepelo, Pipi, Pedders, and Peds. Years ago, on a movie set, someone started calling him Pepsi, which he loved.
Over lunch in London, Pascal is a grand raconteur who tells stories with his hands and uses funny voices and loves to swear and drink cocktails and murder a cheese plate. He doesn’t take himself too seriously. At the same time, he’ll press right up against the sad and raw and confusing parts of being alive. His insides are on his outsides. He cries easily. He laughs loudly.
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The Fantastic Four’s Vanessa Kirby—who plays Sue Storm to Pascal’s stretchy genius, Reed Richards—tells me that her friend’s allure is “his immense vulnerability”: “He doesn’t have much armor, so he shows himself to you straight away, and you trust that person because he’s revealing himself to you in this very brave way.”
When I first meet Pascal, it’s in the lobby of his swanky hotel. I go in for a handshake, and he wraps me in a hug instead. On our way outside we pass a bar, and he offers to make me a cocktail, then whisks me out the front door into a waiting black BMW. “Baby, I’m taking you on a date!” he says. Pascal is happiest and most comfortable when the people around him are happy and comfortable, and because he is naturally so curious and warm, there’s a sense of immediate safety with him. You’re grateful to be in his light.
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We sit down at a Palestinian restaurant in Notting Hill. Pascal says he picked the restaurant because the last time he was here he admired the booth and the afternoon light, and thought it would be fun for us to share small plates of food. But he’s posted more than once on Instagram about what’s unfolding in Gaza, so I suspect he’s also making a statement of support by doing an interview here. He removes his leather jacket and his green sweatshirt, stripping down to a simple white T-shirt, and lays his thick-frame glasses on the table.
Pascal needed to make peace with “crossing this bullshit milestone of 50,” so he decided to lean in headlong, planning a multiday celebration he compares to a wedding. On April 2 he hosted an intimate dinner for family and friends at a London restaurant whose martini he knew to be a winner. All three of his siblings were there, along with his father. Lux surprised him with a slideshow of pictures of Pascal and his friends and family over the years—even Gretta!—that finished to the song “Corazón de Melón.” Three separate times he tries to explain how moved he was by his sister’s gift without crying. “I’m not like this every day, I swear to God,” he says, laughing. “But when you feel seen like I did that night, you feel touched by magic.”
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As we’re getting in the car, Pascal mentions his mother: He was 24 when she died by suicide. My own mother died by suicide when I was 18, a fact I wasn’t sure would be comfortable or appropriate to share. But then Pascal mentions that his mother got her PhD at San Antonio’s Trinity University, where I was a college freshman when my mother died. The coincidence is so uncanny that I find myself spilling. Pascal immediately takes my hand. “Whether we like it or not, we’re bonded,” he says.
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There was something magical about María Verónica Pascal Ureta. Her firstborn son misses everything about her. Her beauty. Her smell. How funny she was, and how funny she found farts. “She couldn’t get past a fart of any kind without it absolutely destabilizing her into hysterics,” says Pascal. “She thought they were the most brilliant, hilarious, wonderful thing in the world.” She was also “very deep-feeling, very complex, very, very out of reach in a way,” he adds. Pascal’s mother tried as best she could to know her son. She read To Kill a Mockingbird after seeing the profound effect it had on Pascal in grade school. She pored over For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide / When the Rainbow Is Enuf, which consumed Pascal after his high school English teacher read the Lady in Red monologue. She let her 17-year-old son skip school to see a pre-Broadway production of Angels in America. When Pascal came home awestruck—emotionally reorganized by what he’d seen—she bought herself a ticket so she could experience some of what her son felt. Pascal has a tattoo of his mother’s signature on the inside of his right wrist. I have a tattoo in honor of my mother on the inside of my left. As a goodbye outside of Downey’s house, we touch our griefs against each other for a moment. Which is maybe what the movies, or literature, or theater allows us to do.
In honor of Pedro Pascal's cover shoot for Vanity Fair, here are some of my favorite excerpts from the amazing article that came with it, written by Karen Valby.
If people wonder why everyone and their neighbor has a thing for Pedro - this article has the answers.
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blacktofade · 1 day ago
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How did u and ur future wife meet? I’m guessing you guys live in different countries since you need a marriage visa? No problem if this isn’t something you wanna share !
So, it's a funny story because we met via fandom here on tumblr. But we actually shared a few fandoms before getting to know each other. We both remember each other from the Teen Wolf times (like 2014), but we never spoke lmfao
And then we were in the same hockey fandom (2016/2017 era), but still never spoke. And a mutual friend of ours messaged me and was like I think you'd really get along with Fie.
So then finally we ended up in the BFU fandom together in 2018 and we messaged each other and it was WILD how we were on the same page about EVERYTHING. And both of us said we weren't interested in dating, so naturally we started dating LOL
We made it official in 2019 and met in person for the first time in 2021 and we've been inseparable since. They've been my rock through so many big life changes and have also been so patient as we figure out our visa stuff. It's REALLY fucking stressful when you have to beg the government to let you get married and they can say no, just cause, right up until the day you marry.
Anyway, hopefully one day soon, I'll get to kick in the door here and tell y'all I married my best friend and most favorite person in the whole world.
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shmoodlet · 2 days ago
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Nova is the kind of fairy you always hear about in human tales, mischievous and cunning with a certain love for pranks and deception. Unfortunately he is also very clumsy so most of his pranks end up backfiring! Thankfully he can laugh it off, as his goofball nature allows him to deal with most situations in a fun and humorous way. Similarly, as a lovebug, he sees love in a not entirely serious light. He's honest and upfront about his feelings but takes rejection well and usually manages to spin it into a funny story to tell his fairy friends when they come visit him in his garden. His garden is his passion as he loves the outdoors, it's a place where spellcasters, werewolves and humans alike can gather plants both to use in potions and tinctures as well as for consumption. He expects no reward in return but anyone coming by has to expect him to suddenly appear in front of them or for him to pull the old "This costs money now" bait and switch. They always find the money back in their pockets once they leave. Nova grew up raised by a group of fairies, according to the "it takes a village" principle they all shared the burden and joys of raising little faelings. His fairy godmothers and godfathers loved each other freely and without boundaries and Nova thus feels the same about love, it's something to be given and shared freely. He is polyamorous and experiences no jealousy but he does only like male-framed sims. He chose to participate in this bachelor challenge because it sounded fun, plus he's not been the luckiest in dating himself (and thus can relate to Andrew in that) and too wishes to have his own connected group and perhaps even little faelings to raise with his mates! @cawthorntales I hope Andrew will like Nova, they look very different but they share common interests (and Nova should be attracted to him). I will send his files to you shortly!
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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 13 hours ago
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Hello Raven! I hope you’re doing well today. I was curious, however, as to if you’d ever thought of a voice claim for Miss Raven, or a general idea of her tone of voice and the like?
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ajsbkguatvivoeavf I'm useless when it comes to knowledge of VAs, so I haven't really thought about this 😭
I think I've had a few readers share their own ideas for Miss Raven voice claims (the previous one was Fischl from Genshin Impact, although the sender did not specify which language VA they meant; I suggested Furina myself). (I unfortunately was not able to track down the older related posts.) I've also had the honor of having a friend act out some voice lines I wrote for Miss Raven.
I think there's a general consensus that she sounds tiny and high-pitched, sort of like how you'd imagine a twittering bird to be. I see her sometimes taking on this dreamy, longing sort of tone when she's daydreaming or talking to herself. (It's sort of funny because if you've ever heard an actual raven making noises, it sounds sort of scary?? Like, loud and screechy... But they can also whimper and purr??? And they can talk and sing?????? Bird of many talents...) Being the storyteller that she is, and wanting to assert herself among the many strong personalities at NRC, Miss Raven has a sort of theatrical and smug or self-important tone. (Picture her talking as if she's dramatically narrating a story at all times!) It's not that she truly believes she is better than her peers, but she feels that she has to wear this facade if she is to survive in this dog-eat-dog world. This is how she adapts to her new human life!
Miss Raven “breaks character” when she’s thrown off her game. Then she takes on a squeakier, more vulnerable and girlish voice, sort of like a tsundere when she’s being more -dere than tsun-.
cbjsbskwkw Basically, she has the same voice but two variants of it: one is the haughty and arrogant “mask” she uses as a defense mechanism + to try and fit in at NRC, the other is her “true self”, which is much softer and more vulnerable. Miss Raven tries to hide the latter because she fears it will make her come across as weak and easily taken advantage of. It’s survival of the fittest out here!!
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mewkwota · 8 months ago
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are you called mewkwota because you have a mewing quota
It may come as a surprise but I have been in this world longer than The Mewing Phenomena (so that would be a no). ^^;
The funny thing is the username I have wasn't originally intended as "Mew", but I adjusted the capitalization because the big M and K made it look nicer.
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gomzdrawfr · 11 months ago
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Instagram algorithm is a huge fucking hassle i feel
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cloudyhearted · 3 months ago
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Thinks about how Marth Fire Emblem basically decided my entire f/o type back when the only FE we had was SSB Melee. I mean, if you look at him, and then look at my other f/o's... it's either personality-wise, aesthetically, or both. XD
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quibble-auk · 4 months ago
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Final mission.
@thebrokenmechanicalpencil that story I told you about my Wild West dinosaur thing I made in the past. It’s far from perfect and there is less ranting in this version… but still a lot.
But Wild West dinosaur story let’s go
It’s really long
Quick disclaimer. I know the name “saurboy” is so incredibly stupid but I was using it for a placeholder and I can’t think of anything else for dinosaur cowboys… if you have any better ideas I’d love to hear them.
Please I’m desperate.
The setting sun hung heavily in the sky, painting the world in vibrant red, orange, and yellow hues. The earth seemed to mirror the sky, almost glowing in its radiance, burnt sienna, rusty orange, and clay red. A singular black silhouette stuck out dangerously against the burning earth and sky, clashing with the vibrant display.
A lone Saurboy and his mount.
The man, Levi, let out a small huff as his dinosaur, a worn Dilophosaurus, slowly trotted through the dry terrain of the Hialite desert. All around the man, the spectacle of the setting sun seemed to stretch on forever. The dilophosaurus, Oli, huffed gently and Levi smiled, reaching down to gently pat the dinosaur’s neck, “Sure is pretty, ain’t it?”
Oli softly cooed back, the sound rumbling deep within his chest. Levi nodded and looked around at the world around him, searching for any possible danger on instinct. It never hurts to be cautious. To most, the barren land housed nothing but rocks and the occasional scrappy shrub. Levi knew better than to believe that. Hidden in caves and under rocks, tucked away in caverns and canyons, beasts lurked. Raptors and tyrnnosaurs roamed through the lands, taking advantage of migrating herds and lost travelers.
The surrounding desert was mostly quiet, the only sounds being the rhythmic steps of Oli and the whistle of the wind. Occasionally a distant animal called out, the only evidence that creatures did in fact call the hospitable wasteland home. Most weren’t a cause of concern for Levi. As long as he stayed true to the faded path that navigated across the Forlorn Stretch, he would be alright.
Levi and Oli walked until finally the sun finished sinking beneath the earth and the silver lights of the moons shone brightly in the ebony sky. The duo came to a halt as the many creatures of the night began their longing calls and echoing laughs. Levi dismounted the dinosaur, giving the old dilophosaurus an affectionate pat as he pulled off their saddle. No reason to leave it on overnight when it would make the old dinosaur sore.
The Saurboy quickly gathered a few sticks and used some small logs that he had stashed away in his saddlebag to create a small fire for the night. The unbearable heat of the desert disappeared with the sun and paved a way for frigid nights. The two settled down around the crackling fire, not too far from the path. Oli offered a small affectionate warble as his rider sat next to him, leaning on the laying dinosaur. They sat in silence for several minutes, enjoying the peaceful night. Levi contently hummed,
“Well, Oli,” Levi began, huffing a bit as he readjusted himself, his worn joints protesting slightly at the movement. “This isn’t too bad, now is it?”
Oli turned his large crested head towards the man at the sound of his gruff voice. The saurboy ignored the constant paranoia that seemed to plague him. There was no reason he should be feeling such unease, he knew the truth though. It was inescapable and he could only ignore it for so long, he was a dead man walking.
“Just the two of us, out exploring the world,” Levi smiled despite himself. He gently scratched under Oli’s chin in a favorite spot of his, the dilophosaur’s eyes closed and his throat vibrated with a rumbling purr. The weight of the situation still rested heavily on the Saurboy’s stiff shoulders. This wasn’t just a patrol, they weren’t out traveling the stretch for people in need of help or helping migrate herds.
They were hunting rouges.
“Off on another adventure.” Levi continued. They had hunted rouges many times before, it was nothing foreign to him. Dare he say, he was pretty good at it, half of the assignments he was sent on was bounty hunting. However, the pit that sat in the man’s stomach seemed to know this would be his last.
“And when we’re done, we can settle down and retire,” He smiled bitterly. Oli cooed affectionately again, nuzzling his nose into Levi’s side, sighing contently. The dilophosaurus rested their large head in his lap. Levi’s smile shifted to something more affectionate as he gently petted the dinosaur, hand moving over the familiar crests and head. “Move onto some land next to my sister. She’s got a kid now, you know, Danny. I’m sure he’d love you, spoil you rotten.”
Oli warbled happily and Levi laughed bitterly, “You wouldn’t mind that, would you?”
As much fun as it was to fantasize about the life they may get to live after. The bitter truth remained constantly nagging in the back of his mind. How cruel fate was, to send him on a doomed assignment just before he retired. To assign the aged saurboy an assignment that had claimed hundreds of saurboys before him. And, if he didn’t succeed, would claim hundreds more after him as well.
Yes, Freda could be a cruel god when deciding the fate of her subjects.
He was no exception. The moment he touched that paper, he was dead. Everyone who had been assigned it was doomed the moment they touched the paper, destined to the same demise as the ones before them. Levi wasn’t just hunting some random rogue who happened to know how to aim. No, his target was far worse than that.
Levi was hunting the Golden Sisters.
The Golden Sisters, a notorious criminal syndicate that terrorized all of the west. A group of three sisters, each lethal in their own right. They went around, killing, plundering, and terrorizing the west as they pleased. They had been for years, their reign of terror never ending. No matter what the council did, they evaded punishment.
The youngest of the three was Wishbone Wendy, arguably the weakest of her sisters in Levi’s opinion. She was said to be fair and stunningly beautiful, dangerously so. The young woman would seduce her viciums, steal from them, kill them, then leave them for her pack of raptors to chew on. Wendy’s motives, while still not confirmed, seemed to be to kill any man she encountered that rubbed her the wrong way. Her signature was a wishbone left carefully placed on their lips, which always went untouched by the raptors.
Next in line was Bullriding Betty. Unlike her sly and cunning sister, Betty was a brunt. She stole herds, plundered towns, and created bloodbaths. She was a vengeful and brutal devil. Fueled by hate and anger, she punished those who she didn’t think fit in her twisted sense of justice. Any political figure was a target, though that didn’t stop her from taking her frustrations out on other innocent people. But she was far from stupid, she always seemed two steps ahead of everyone.
Bullriding Betty accompanied her sister—wherever there was Wendy, Betty was sure to follow.
The duo was sloppy to say the least. They left obvious trails and it was easy to predict their next move. By themselves, the two would be B tier rogues at most. Easily tracked down and stopped by a group of experienced Saurboys. However, their older sister was the reason why the two had found themselves atop the most wanted list for a record breaking time. She was the reason that the small family gang became so notorious, their namesake.
The eldest of the deadly trio was Golden Gabby. A mysterious figure that watched over the others, their silent protector. She was the reason for their success. The illusive rouge, though she had never been seen, certainly made her presence known to all.
Gabby hunted and killed anyone who dared to harm her sisters. She slaughtered all that dared to challenge them regardless of if they were other rogues or Saurboys. All without leaving a single clue as to who she was. Her trademark was a golden bullet. Whether she brutally tore through her victim with a pickaxe or lodged a bullet through their skull. A golden bullet was always found somewhere on the body.
Golden Gabby was by far the deadliest of the three. The second Levi took the assignment, she knew his name. Somehow, in some way, she always found out who had been assigned to find her sisters and herself. No matter what they did, the rogue always knew. Most reasonable people would think that it would mean they would stop sending Saurboys on this mission. But for the public’s sake, in order for them to feel some semblance of security, someone was always looking for them.
It was the harsh reality that a Saurboy had to accept, willingly or not. It was just a part of what they did. That’s how Levi found himself camping on the forlorn stretch of the Hialite desert, alone with his Dilophosaurus. Fated to meet a demise by the hand of Golden Gabby.
Levi was pulled from his haunted thoughts at the sound of distant footfall. He could hear the gentle but loud steps of some large herbivore on the worn path. Levi lifted his head slightly, tilting his hat up a bit. It was uncommon for a large herbivore to wander the desert alone. Many people used them as mounts, so it wasn’t as if it was unheard of. However, most avoided going on the Forlorn stretch unless they had good reason. It was far from safe. Travelers were a rare sight.
Despite Levi’s caution and paranoia, he remained where he was. He eyed the direction where the footsteps were coming from. His hand rested on the pistol at his hip, waiting for a reason to draw. After a minute or so went by, Levi concluded that whatever it was, it moved slowly. He huffed a bit, and sat up more, correcting his slouched posture. Oli stirred more with him, lifting his head as the faint sounds of wagon wheels on the dirt road joined the footsteps.
The herbivore was getting closer, close enough that Levi could just barely make out the vague outline of it off in the distance. It was large, very large, lumbering steadily forward. It looked like some kind of hadrosaur, with small front legs, powerful hind legs, and wide hips. Oli offered a small warble in the direction of the titan.
The dinosaur gave a hollow hum, in response. The hum echoed and carried in a way that only happened with a hadrosaurs crest. That was enough confirmation for Levi, it was a hadrosaur. It stood well over eleven feet tall, which helped narrow down the possibilities of what it could be.
They continued their steady approach. As the firelight slowly illuminated the dinosaur, Levi was finally able to name what it was. An Olorotitan, one of the largest members of the hadrosaur family. This one appeared to be male, if the size alone wasn’t enough the large and impressive fan shaped crest on its head did. It was adorned in proud colors, displaying its health and maturity. Overall not a common dinosaur to have, their large size made it difficult to maintain them. Despite that, this one seemed to be in good health.
Levi could see where a saddle was attached, the thick, dark leather standing out against the lighter tones of the dinosaur's skin. Oli tilted his head as the dinosaur approached, debating what their intentions were. Levi could feel the dinosaur’s muscles tensing as Oli shifted from his lax position to a more alert one. It was unlikely that the stranger meant trouble, but one could never be too sure when isolated on a trail.
As the hadrosaur grew closer, Levi could finally see who sat upon the titans back. From afar, he couldn’t make out too many details, the vague outline of who they were. Just like their dinosaur, the first thing that he couldn’t help but notice was their stature. The person was large, no doubt over 6 ft and bulky. There was no doubt in Levi’s mind that if this person was to get hostile, they would be able to overpower the older, leaner man.
The second thing he noticed was the wide-brimmed hat. Old leather, torn and faded from years of use. Levi lifted his chin, trying to examine the figure further. They appeared to be a woman, with well tanned skin and long black hair pulled into a neat single braid. As she drew nearer Levi finally called out a greeting, “Hello stranger.”
It was simple and curt, his tone neutral. He was simply acknowledging the other, making sure that in the unlikely scenario that she had been unaware of the other’s presence, she was now. The woman on the Olorotitan gently tugged the reins of her mount, coming to a slow halt. She dipped her hat in his direction, a friendly greeting.
“Hello, I wasn’t expecting to see anyone else traveling these parts,” The woman spoke with a neutral tone, but her caution was evident, much like his own. Levi could see how she slowly sized him up, he felt a small smile tugging on his lips.
“I was thinking the same thing. What are you doing on the trail?” Levi offered, trying to properly size up the other himself. Even though she appeared to be friendly, Levi had learned through trial and error that it was better to be safe than sorry. The woman shifted, obviously thinking something similar, approach just as cautious as his. The way she held herself, straight-backed but relaxed, told Levi she wasn’t new to the road.
“Just hauling some materials from the mines near Stonerun, what about you?” Her eyes lingered on Oli. Most people would see the Dilophosaurus and assume that it was a Saurboy, but it wasn’t uncommon to see them be used by civilians as well. Rouges used them too, it was best not to assume anything, especially when handling precious cargo. Levi looked into the back of the wagon, sure enough, there were several crates worth of supplies.
The Olorotitan made more sense now. Their size could rival tyrannosaurs, as long as you had one while traveling, you didn’t have much to fear. Until it came to rouges. But the dinosaur’s strength and stamina made them excellent hauling dinosaurs.
“Just on an assignment, I’m heading to Colestall.” Levi wasn’t lying, technically. He just wasn’t telling the entire truth. He was traveling to Colestall. Levi would gather supplies there before continuing his search for the Golden Sisters. This stranger didn’t need to know what his reason was exactly. However vague his answer was, it seemed to satisfy the traveler and they nodded.
“I see,” She began, looking back at Levi as if she had confirmed something. Her posture shifted to be less rigid and more relaxed and open. “I’m headed there as well, mind if I accompany you?”
Levi wasn’t fazed by the question, that was just a part of being a Saurboy. No matter how experienced or prepared someone was, it was always easier to travel in a group. More specifically, travel with a Saurboy. For someone who was hauling precious materials, the desire was even higher. He shrugged,
“I don’t see why not.” He sighed, relaxing slightly. His hand no longer rested on his gun but he didn’t allow himself to completely relax into the same position as before. He leaned against Oli again but didn’t allow himself to slouch as he continued to watch the other.
The woman nodded before carefully climbing off the titan and guided it over to them. With a practiced ease she detached the wagon from the gentle giant and made her way over to the fire. The Olorotitan hummed gently before settling down next to the wagon, not far from the fire. The burly woman walked over and settled across the fire from them, placing down a few bags.
Now properly illuminated by the fire, Levi could examine her further. She wasn’t young, definitely younger than him, but far older than any rookie he knew of. He settled in mid to late thirties, at most early forties. Small wrinkles etched into her dark skin, a large scar raised on her right cheek. Across her back was a shotgun, it looked standard. Around her waist was a handgun of some sort. It was too large to be a pistol, granted, she may just have one custom made for her large gloved hands.
The majority of her outfit was hidden under a dark, heavy leather trench coat. Overall, she was an imposing sight, strong and sturdy, oddly matching her dinosaur companion. Her dark brown eyes lingered on the fire as a few moments of silence passed between the two. Levi decided that he would be the one to approach the other, choosing a friendly topic to help break some of the tension that had settled between them.
“Got any family waiting for you?” Levi asked, tone still cautious but friendlier than before. It was common to meet people on the trail, spill each other's life stories, then never see them again. It was almost an odd tradition of some sort. He had no doubt that once the ice was broken between the two, this would be no different.
The woman looked up at him from the fire and smiled fondly. “Yeah, I’ve got two sisters. They’re traveling merchants, so I don’t get to see them as often as I’d like.”
Levi returned the smile nodding and thinking of his own sibling. It had been ages since he had last seen her, at least a year, he could relate to the feeling of wanting to see her more. “I’ve got a younger sister, would give her the world if she asked for it.”
The woman across from him smiled kindly, and understanding settled between the two of them. “I feel the same way.”
Levi wasn’t one to doubt a friendly smile. But something about the way she said “I feel the same way” felt too damn familiar. Like she wasn’t just agreeing with him—there was something dangerous in the tone, a fierce loyalty perhaps. Regardless he nodded and smiled, carefully reaching over the fire to shake her hand. “My name's Levi, the Dilophosaurus is Oli. Figured your due for a proper introduction.”
The woman met his outstretched hand halfway through, grabbing it and giving it a firm shake. Her grip wasn’t uncomfortable but Levi could feel it tense slightly at his name. She smiled softly, “I’m Ella, my Olorotitan is Gus.”
Levi nodded, her tone was friendly and genuine but he couldn’t help but feel a strange tension grow within him. Why had she tensed up when he gave her his name? She must have known someone that shared the name, it wasn’t an uncommon one.
“Bout’ to say, that's quite the dinosaur you’ve got,” Levi complimented.
Ella gave a small glance to where Gus had settled and a small chuckle escaped her throat. “I’d be careful, the last thing I need is for it to go to his head. He’s already got quite an ego.”
Levi laughed, looking at his own companion, who had yet to relax fully. “I understand that, Oli can be a bit egotistical at times.”
There was a small pause.
“Do you work in the mines, or do you just transport?” Levi asked, looking her over again. Ella was built like a miner, if not for her height. She was broad-shouldered, strong, sturdy, and definitely had the ability to manhandle almost anyone. But miners usually never traveled very far from where they worked. Her deeply tanned skin also told a different story.
Ella’s eyes returned to the fire, smile falling as she responded casually “I used to work in the eastern mines on Stonerun before they shut down, since then I’ve just been transporting. I’ve decided to not play with fate.”
Levi raised his brows in shock. It wasn't very often he met someone who had worked in the eastern mines. Most had died in the mines or had passed due to the health problems the mines promised. Those who did survive usually suffered from various medical issues regardless. It was dirty work. Yet, Ella seemed perfectly fit. She seemed to catch onto his train of thought, and smiled.
“I was younger and I didn’t work in the mines for very long. Never in the parts with hazardous gas leaks or anything. Pretty sure my sisters would have thrown a fit.” she explained with a casual smile, her tone humorous.
Levi gave a small “Oh” in response, nodding slightly. She must have gotten questions frequently.
“How long have you been a saurboy?” Ella asked in a light tone, nothing sinister. Just a genuine question.
Levi blinked, nostalgia and memories stirring up when he thought of his younger years. Since his time as a rookie most of the friends he had made—that were other saurboys—had either retired, or passed. Being a saurboy wasn’t easy, and it showed in the retirement rate. A bitter smile graced his features as he watched the flame dance in the dark. Memories seemed to dance along with it, joyful and fond memories now bittersweet with age.
He gave a tired chuckle, bones and joints aching with the thought. The recklessness of his youth had long since caught up with him, the constant ache in his bones attested to that. The slight limp in his step, the tremble in his hand. “Oh, I’ve been a saurboy for a long time, a little over 30 years now.”
Ella raised her brows, letting out a low, impressed whistle. Shock and respect crossing her features, a knowing smile quickly settled on her own face, “Are you close to retiring?”
Levi nodded and smiled, leaning back to rest more of his weight on Oli, “This is my last mission, then I’m officially hanging up the saddle and settling down somewhere.”
He couldn’t help but smile at the thought, ignoring how he knew better. He only prayed to Freda that Oli would at least get to live the rest of his days getting to relax and rest. His partner had served him well and deserved a happy ending, even if Levi wasn’t going to be a part of it.
Ella smiled brighter, yet there seemed to be another emotion hidden in the strained smile. “Congratulations, can’t say I’ve met many saurboys who are close to retiring, let alone one who is on their final assignment.” Ella nodded in respect towards the elder man.
Once again, there was an emotion hidden well enough that Levi couldn’t decipher it. A chuckle was pulled from Levi, followed by a sigh “Yeah, well, not many of us make it this far unfortunately.”
Ella nodded from across the fire. From behind her there was a small hiss and Gus let out a hollow hum, earning looks from everyone around the fire. Oli’s attention shifted from Ella to gus seamlessly, nostrils flaring. Ella turned around and Levi shifted to the side to peer into the darkness at the giant.
“What’s up, Gus?” Ella asked in a hushed tone. The large head of the giant turned her way and let out an echoing rumble in response. He shook his head slightly, humming as he did. A small yapping sound followed it, along with the appearance of a nimble raptor. It squawked when it saw Ella, and approached her, cautiously eyeing Levi.
“Oh, ist just you.” Ella said under her breath, reaching for the small creature. Levi looked at her, Oli watched the small raptor with an intense stare.
“You’ve got a raptor?” he asked plainly. He was shocked to be honest, Ella didn't seem like the kind of person to have a raptor. If it was hers, how hadn’t he seen or heard it before? Raptors tended to be vocal, this one seemed to be no expedition.
“Oh, no.” Ella began, waving a dismissive hand, and shaking her head slightly. She smiled at the thought. The raptor walked up to her, proudly presenting its fluffy chest. She gently picked it up, the raptor looked small in her large hands.
“This is one of my sister’s raptors, we use them to communicate.” Ella explained as she gently reached for the collar hidden among the dense feathers and pulled off a small piece of paper. Her hand subconsciously stroked the back of the dainty dinosaur. It purred happily, eyes closing.
“She’s got an entire pack of the suckers, more than one pack at this point. Anytime she finds one on the side of the road she insists that she needs it, it's an ongoing problem.” Ella explained further. Levi smiled, nodding along as the woman began to open the message without much thought.
“Treats them like they’re her kids, spoiled rotten. She knits them sweaters and everything, absolutely adores them. Drives my other sister up a wall, she can’t stand them.” Ella finishes as she opens the paper and falls silent as she reads it, a content smile on her face as her eyes scanned the sheet.
Despite how innocent and friendly the conversation was, a bit of dread settled in Levi’s stomach, yet the experienced Saurboy couldn’t quite place it. Levi forced words out of his mouth with a small understanding smile, “They seem like quite the handful.”
“You have no idea. Those two are a heap of trouble.” Ella looked up, chuckling a bit and smiling, it was a genuine smile, making her eyes crease. The pit in Levi’s gut continued to spread. Levi became even more aware of just how alone they were out here, in the middle of the stretch. It would take days for anyone to find him, weeks even, if he were to be hurt.
“I can imagine, I only have one sister and it feels like a handful. I can’t imagine having two to keep track of.” Levi spoke, keeping his tone light, not exposing his sudden unease. He tried to return to the casual conversation shared between the two.
Ella shook her head, folding the paper back up and slipping it into a side bag. The raptor jumped down from her lap and curled by her feet. “Eh, you get used to it. Couldn’t imagine living without the two of them, love ‘em to bits. As you said earlier, I would give them the world.”
She spoke freely, pausing when she made eye contact with Levi. The unease spread through Levi, his heart rate began to speed up. There was something about the way she had just looked at him, just a flicker, she seemed almost predatory. He subtly moved his hand closer to his pistol, not quite resting his hand on it.
“Would walk to the gates of hell for them. Bring the world crashing down if it meant they were safe.” Ella spoke calmly, but the smile had fallen from her eyes and face. There was something more sinister in her words, some dangerous undertone to them. Her dark eyes bore into Levi intensely.
Something flashed beneath the dark cloak that Ella wore, moving as she shifted slightly. Her elbows now resting on her knees as she leaned forward intently. A flash of a belt buckle, something that Levi had looked over. It was rather plain, nothing too fancy. A single letter engraved into the shining metal, a glowing gold. Yet the singular letter sent Levi’s thought spiraling regardless.
A sick feeling twisted inside him as realization dawned on the elder.
He had been blind, he had been a fool. Levi had been played like some kind of rookie. All of the puzzle pieces fell into place and Levi felt himself tense up, adrenaline pumping through his blood making his hands tremble with anticipation. The mention of the sisters, the tensing, the look she had given when they had first met, when she had confirmed something.
Engraved in the golden belt buckle was the letter ‘G’.
This was Golden Gabby.
She wasn’t traveling from a mine, she was hunting, pretending to deliver resources, a very clever lie. Her dinosaur and overall demeanor was very off putting, deceiving. A lone traveler delivering supplies, someone that Saurboys were already used to sharing a campfire with, they were used to being friendly with.
Levi’s eyes trailed down further, just below her belt, painfully obvious and glaringly exposed; a strap with golden bullets slung across it. Slowly he looked up, meeting her face. She was blankly staring at him, as if waiting for an answer. Had she spoken to him? Asked him a question? Levi didn’t know, he could barely hear anything over the ringing in his ears and rushing of his blood. The dark look remained on her face.
She knew that he knew.
“Levi.” She spoke low, it splintered the ringing in his ears and suddenly the world was too loud. The crackling of fire sounded like gunshots, the cackling of animals in the distance was mocking laughter, the whistling wind seemed to scream. He blinked, blankly staring at her, at Gabby.
“I’m sure you understand the feeling don’t you?” She said in a low and dangerous voice, a growl. Oli tensed, his head shifting to Ella—no, Gabby. His yellow eyes trained on her. The dilophosaurus, after having spent years with Levi, could feel his partner's panic, his adrenaline; and within moments, he had figured out what the source was.
Some part of Levi felt betrayed. There was an unspoken rule, an agreement between travelers, that promised protection. Gabby had broken it, he had welcomed her to his fire and she had approached with the intent to kill. Levi couldn’t stop the hesitant nod that escaped him. Gabby slowly stood, looming over Levi, who remembered just how small he was compared to her.
“Good.” Gabby said as she came to her full height. Oli slowly stood up, if Levi had still been leaning on him, he would have fallen down. But Levi had gone stiff, sitting straight and tall. Oli growled, teeth bared in warning. Levi cringed at the sound, his hand once again resting on his pistol, he slowly pulled it out of its holster. Gabby briefly glanced at up at Oli,
“It’s a shame. I liked you.” She began, slinging her shotgun off of her shoulder and quickly cocking it. The grinding and sliding metal made Levi flinch, forcing him to stand. It didn’t matter, she still dwarfed him. Behind Gabby, Gus began to move, the walking tank slowly standing. Levi’s grip tightened around his pistol, his mind honed in on Gabby, watching her, waiting for her to move.
“Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.” She added grimly, her shoulders shifting as she looked down at Levi. The shotgun was an interesting choice for how close they were. But it was more powerful than a pistol, better for killing a dinosaur Dilophosaurus sized.
“Sorry, it’s nothing personal.” Gabby shifted the gun in her hands, lifting it to take aim. Just as she did, all of the instinct and experience that Levi had gained from his years as a saurboy seemed to come crashing down on him.
Just as she readied her aim, time seemed to slow down painfully, then speed up again within seconds. Levi lifted his pistol. He didn’t bother to aim. His finger crushing the trigger just as bright light blinded him. Levi tried to move, darting to the side as quickly as he could. The thunderous booming of gunfire deafened Levi, echoing around the barren desert, searing pain exploded in his hip.
Oli leapt forward, eyes keen on Gabby. The Dilophosaurus was caught midair by the swinging tail of Gus. They collided with a sickening crack. Oli squawked in pain, but he quickly recovered. He scrambled to his feet as soon as he was on the ground to face off with Gus. His mouth opened in an angry guttural hiss. His claws raised as he coiled, reading for another attack.
Levi fell to the ground, shouting as pain flared in his right leg. He could hear Gabby take a few steps back, grunting in her own pain. Levi wasted no time. He pulled his trembling hand from his wound to grip his pistol defensively. He ignored the red that stained his palm. He lifted the pistol and took a shaky aim. Once again he fired a shot.
Gabby stumbled. Hand quickly pressing against her side as blood blossomed like a flower. She had dropped her shotgun after the first initial shots had been fired. Her other hand reached for her pistol. Levi tried to fire again, but the dizziness provided by blood loss made him hesitate. The moment of hesitation had sealed his fate.
Just as quickly as before, thunderous gunfire echoed. Levi’s vision spun and his mind reeled as pain sprouted in his chest. He let out a small gasp. The saurboy dropped his gun, muscles spasming slightly. His hearing rang with the final gunshot as his vision blurred with unshed tears. His open hand hesitantly reached for his chest. There was something slick and warm there. Levi didn’t need to look down to know what it was. A strangled gasp left his throat as he forced a burning breath through his aching lungs.
Levi had lost.
Was he ever going to win?
Slowly, Levi lied down, gasping for air he didn’t realize was hard to get. His attention was drawn to the left side of him as the ground shook with impact. He slowly turned his head to watch as Oli was slammed into the ground by Gus’ legs. The dilophosaurus let out a screech. A pained whine left Levi's throat. The Olorotitan pulled away, leaving the still form of Oli. It took a moment for Levi to realize he was crying.
Gabby walked over to him, a dark fire alight in her stormy eyes. She looked down at him, one hand pressed against her steadily bleeding side. Another red spot grew from one of her shoulders. She glowered down at him, a pickaxe he didn’t know she had gripped loosely in her other hand.
She opened her mouth, saying something. Levi couldn’t concentrate long enough to decipher what was spoken. Instead he wondered if anyone would ever find his body or if he would forever remain lost. Gabby lifted her pickaxe. Levi thought about what his sister would think of this. The pickaxe made its descent downwards. He really wished that Oli had gotten to retire.
There was a sickening crunching sound.
Levi’s world went dark.
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arolesbianism · 4 months ago
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I've been doing a casual second lob corp playthrough for fun and one thing that I've really come to adore is how the different success rates can paint a pretty cool image of how work with it looks like at different levels of each work type and while I think it's kind of sad that base game you can't see the work percentages I also think it in a way adds a fun game of is this marginally harder at level five than four or is my guy just being bad at their job
#rat rambles#lonotomy posting#like one of my favorite details is how dimensional refraction variant has its three less preferred works as 0% for the first two levels and#then 40% for the rest because it rly paints the image of a low level employee being completely unable to do those work types due to not#being able to see it but higher level employees being able to better work around feeding or talking to or whatever to smth they can't see#I also enjoy how the first two attachment work levels of scorched girl aren't dead zero while everything higher is#again its just small things that just sorta make sense with the abnormality even if the work types will still almost never be used#although I don't consider 40% a complete deal breaker if you have high level guys and are desperate lol#oh also shout out to der freischütz for being an absolute bro I love repression trainers 🎉🎉🎉#ofc he has a prerequisite but once you reach level three you can easily grind out to level five in like one work day#plus good gear and good ego gift and you have an abno worth taking as early as you can handle it#which if youre lucky with your teths should be as soon as hes available#still dont care abt him as an abnormality but hes a nice asset to have#also one thing thats been fun to remember is how comically easy most the upper layer sephirah missions are#like especially nezatch's worlds hardest quest play the game#might as well be asking me to finish the day dude we're in the early game#like I know its early game and these might as well just be a tutorial but its still funny to me#tbf the lower layers also have their fair share of piss baby missions#which heavily contrast miss 'suppress a billion abnormalities' gebura lol#I know some ppl have problems with chesed missions but I think yall just need to learn to minmax better <3#I jest but I struggle to see myself having any problems with them during this playthrough#rly the biggest thing Ive learnt this playthrough is that I was fucking robbed during my first playthrough like I did not realize how easy#it is to actually get decent gear early game when the game actually gives you he and waws to chew on#like dude the first day waws were available I got given three waws to choose from where was this my first playthrough#like I wont complain too much since my first ever waw was king of greed and thats a pretty decent first waw but still#anyways Im kind of endeared to some of my nuggets in this save but I dont rly feel like doing anything with them atm#I mightttt give throw them a bone and semi canonize them to my main facility or give them a spin off story but Im not sure rn#again none of them are rly calling to me in the way my main nuggets did so Im not feeling especially obligated to throw that bone#but if I ever start yapping abt a guy called noah know what happened
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dahldahlbills · 1 year ago
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just hit 50k in cryptids wip :’)
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qangelbluebird · 1 year ago
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Going from dead/non-updating media to technically-updating-but-games-take-years-to-make media to qsmp is wild. From nothing to “the link is still missing where is missing link<-(it’s been a year)” to “do you remember,,,, QSMP,,,, it’s been decades<-(it has been five days. It is coming back in another five days. You people are fascinating(pos))”
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storylocke · 9 months ago
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[P5/Alola crossover scene]
Host:  [gets slipped a cue card] oh! [stands up] And now we’d like to pose a few questions to some random members of our audience. 
[As she walks down the aisle, people raising their hands all “pick me!” She at last stops next to the group. Holds out the mic to Kiawe sitting on the end of the aisle.]
Host:  Ah, you. [pulls up card to read what was prepared] Hypothetically speaking, IF the Phantom Thieves were to exist, do you think what they're doing is right?
Team:  ?! [all of them turn to him in dismay]
Hiro:  [bitterly under his breath.] Random member my ass.
Keala: [elbows him]
Kiawe:  [No, no. He has to agree. It feels a little too on the nose to pick him out with a question regarding the most recent turn of events. Leans into the mic as he tries to keep his gaze on Ilima, not the host] I think they're able to do more than the police.
Keala:  [soft sighs] Kiawe….
Ilima:  [leans back slightly into his seat with a bit of a smile] Growing up in Alola myself, I'm aware that our forces are under equipped for the task. But to their credit, we believe these so-called Phantom Thieves are a threat too great for any local task force to take on alone. That's why I'm here to announce that, as of last night, the case of the Phantom Thieves was transferred over to the International Police.
Kiawe:  [clears throat and motions to take the mic back] Is the confession of a single corrupt instructor really enough of a “great threat” to need that kind of man power?
Team:  …. [Honestly holding their breath at this point. If the rest of the audience wasn’t already kinda looking in their direction, would probably try to get his attention.]
Host:  [Honestly not sure if she should head back down or not, but seems to be beaming at the hot debate that seems to be brewing. Looks back to Ilima for a reply]
Ilima:  Under normal circumstances, I would think not. However, I’m sure you’ve at least heard of the case with Ein, a formerly wanted man from Orre, who also had a sudden need to turn himself in last month. The chain of events were too similar to be a coincidence. And being connected to people from two different regions does make this an international affair, but it’s potentially more serious than that.
Audience:  ??? [cautious glances and whispers all around]
Host:  Oh my! Would you be able to explain to us exactly what makes it so ~dangerous~ then? Some people have started to say that these confessions have proven to be a good thing.
Ilima:  “Good” is a highly debatable term when it comes to dealing with criminals. They are still human after all. Whether or not people think they deserved it, I find the Phantom Thieves’ actions to be highly unethical. To force this change of heart is almost no better than brainwashing. [shakes head] Don’t misunderstand. Ein was a long time threat that has been trouble even for the Interpol to deal with. A high profile criminal. But this time it was a much smaller affair that was on someone’s personal request; which we found had been posted in a recently made Festival Plaza dedicated to the heroics of the Phantom Thieves. How do they do this? Why? What is their range? These are all questions we need answers to because even if what Mr. Elator did was truly horrendous, it bears a bit like the start of a slippery slope. Where is the line before the witch hunting begins and people get hurt over petty complaints?
Audience Member:  [shouts out] I heard they ONLY go after criminals.
Team:  ??? [well, it’s good to know some people are on their side]
Ilima:  As I said, it is all purely speculation right now, and as we only just opened the case. There’s still a lot of evidence to sort through in these two trials. However, I am here to assure the people of Alola that we are not going to tolerate the fear and uncertainty instilled by having an anonymous group of vigilantes deciding they can change the masses to their suit their idea of justice. As an example, allow me to pose you another question.
Host:  … [goes to lower the mic again to Kiawe]
Ilima:  If a friend of yours, say, the girl next to you-
Keala:  o.O [had started to cover her face, but sits up to realize they’re talking about her]
Hau:  o.o; [looks to her as well]
Ilima:  If she were to suddenly start acting strange, a change of heart even, would you believe it's because she was guilty of something? Or that she merely ticked off someone with certain connections? Would she “deserve it” just because the Phantom Thieves were told she was bad? Or would you want your own form of justice for what happened to her since you should know her better than them? While no one has come to the defense of these criminals, it’s only a matter of time before they target the wrong person.
Kiawe:  I would think if there’s only been two cases that were over a month apart, these “attacks” aren’t dealt out so easily. I…. [Hesitates so he can choose his words carefully] I can’t say I understand how or why they do this, but I should hope they would choose their targets as delicately as you choose your cases. With evidence and research before taking it on.
Ilima:  [A little smug as though he’s winning this debate] Well unless you or I were to have some way of asking them, I guess we'll never know.
[More whispers start to run through the crowd]
Host:  An excellent point on both sides~! Though, Detective, if that were true, then that would make the Phantom Thieves similar to the police then, wouldn’t it?
Ilima:  [smiles] Indeed. It’s a bit intriguing to hear such a strong defense for them. Except, they still operate outside of the law and by their own judgment to what is “right.” And I will fully reiterate that while it may be good for now, such power is looking to be easily abused. There may only be two large scale operations that the public is aware of, but with a more intensive investigation, it may reveal there are far more cases still to be discovered. But thank you for giving us all some food for thought.
Host:  [Oh, you done then? Seems they’re being moved to commercial, so she heads back down to the stage] Well! I know I said we had time for a few questions, but that one really threw us all for a doozy! Why don’t we take a poll? How many in our audience think the Phantom Thieves are in the right? And how many agree with our Detective? We’ll have the results when we come back!
[Without seeing the results, the scene fades to after the show as the audience is leaving] 
Hau:  [Saddened and sounds full of uncertainty] Well that sure was… enlightening. Hiro:  Yeah, but there's no way those bastards didn't target Kiawe on purpose.
Keala:  [Nods and looks up at him on that note] You okay? I got nervous when she stopped by us, but you were kind of amazing back there.
Kiawe:  [Flushes a bit with embarrassment] Oh… um… Thank you. I admit, I didn’t mean to get so heated with him. Unfortunately, this isn't the first time I've had to speak with police who seem like they’re trying to get me to admit to any involvement. [Looks down with a bit of shame to admit that.] 
Rotom:  [Softly, with a mix of concern and defensiveness for their friend’s sake] Either way, Hau izz right. I think you got him to zzay more than he intended to. We need to talk to ZZoffy about the Fezztival Plazza being watched.
Hiro:  Eh, it was on the T.V., he’ll probably hear on his own. I’m sure the media is gonna be swarming all over the interview later. 
Keala:  Yeah… [crosses her arms across her stomach like she’s feeling sick just thinking of all that attention] And it sure gave him a platform to paint us as the bad guys here. He does… have a point. >.>
Boys:  ???
Keala:  Using all this to force people into changing does make it sound like an abuse of power. Even if they’re criminals, is it really right for us to get involved like this?
Rotom:  That’zz not for Ilima to decide. You all received your Perzzona as a call to injustice. Legal or not, it izz for you to follow what you feel izz right. 
Hau:  In that case, we should take some time to think about it before we make our next move. Wanna split up for now and we’ll meet at the mall around eight?
Keala:  Fine by me, I need to run by the house anyway. 
[Hau and Hiro just wave her off as she leaves, and with a little nod of agreement, Rotom slips away into Hiro’s backpack as usual]
Hiro:  [Lightly slaps Hau on the back] While she does that, I think WE need to make a stop by the lab. 
Hau:  Yeah, and I think he should come with. [Looks to Kiawe] Would that be okay?
Kiawe:  [seems to have been lost in thought during all this] Hm?
Hau:  The Dimensional Research Lab run by Professor Burnet. It’ll be on the way home. 
Kiawe:  Ah. I don’t see why not. 
Hiro:  Cool. I’m gonna grab something out of the vending machine then.
Hau:  ‘Kay, I’m gonna grab a drink real quick, too.
Kiawe:  I’ll meet you both at the door.
[As the other two dart away around the corner, Kiawe doesn’t seem to get very far before a familiar voice calls over to him. He steps back against the wall to let a few people continue to pass by as he watches Ilima trot up the steps to meet him.]
Kiawe:  Yes?
Ilima:  I’m glad I managed to catch you. [warm smile] I thought I saw you in the audience, but I wasn’t sure until they made you speak up. 
Kiawe:  [MADE being the key word there, given he didn’t normally like speaking out like that. Still, it was nice to actually see Ilima more like his usual self instead of the arrogant tone he gave onstage. Slides his hands behind his back as he leans against the wall more casually] I apologize for putting you on the spot like that. I’m sure you only wanted a “yes” or “no” answer. 
Ilima:  [waves it off] Actually I wanted to thank you for that. There are so few people these days who are willing to challenge me. [Heh] Being a certified genius, I suppose that makes them feel I must be infallible. Untrue, of course, but who wants to be the one to tell me I’m wrong?   Kiawe:  [Nods in understanding, but his expression is clear. Is there a… point to all this?]
Ilima:  … [Can take a hint. Ahem] I thought today’s discussion was quite fruitful. Now that the G-Men have taken over the Phantom Thieves case, I’ll be appearing in public much more frequently as their spokesperson. You gave me a delightful taste of how to handle the tough questions I’ll likely be facing when dealing with the actual press. 
Kiawe:  I’ll look forward to hearing from you. We haven’t seen you in years. >.>;
Ilima:  [soft hum as he glances away] Yes, well… Life just gets in the way sometimes, doesn’t it? You’ve been through quite a lot since we last met. I had a few more questions I wanted to ask you privately.
Kiawe:  [Rolls his eyes. Why would it be anything else? Restrained] Is here really the place for an interrogation?
Ilima: [Holds up his hands to show he’s unarmed and meant no harm by it] Nothing of the sort! But something you said earlier had me wondering, and I thought… Well, just between you and me, you seemed quite passionate in your defense of these Thieves.
Kiawe:  My passions tend to get the best of me. That's not exactly news. [soft smile though it's only short lived] I’ll admit, I was pretty angry with their interference at first. And what happened with Elator… Well, it’s thrown everything in my life upside-down. 
Hau:  [Had returned when heard the familiar voice, as he wanted to catch Ilima as well if he could, before meeting the other two outside. Freezes when he realizes who he’s talking to. Tries to press himself into the alcove of the theater exits and listen in.]
Kiawe:  [Understatement of the year as he pauses to think how to word this] But I’ve had a few weeks to think it over, and I feel like they've actually given me control of my life back. Not just me, but the rest of my troupe as well. [casually shrugs] Consider me a fan.
Ilima:  [shakes head] All very noble, I'm sure. But I would like to remind you that idolizing such people can be dangerous too. When even they call themselves “thieves,” I'm sure they're aware that what they're doing is wrong. I would hate to think that someone who just escaped the hands of a great manipulator would fall prey so easily to another terrible influence.
Kiawe:  [Coldly, crossing a line there, buddy.] I'm not that weak. Or are you also implying I might be working for them? 
Ilima:  [Wide shrug, and feigns innocence] I only know what I have read in the reports, but the police seem to have their suspicions. As your friend, I was merely hoping for the truth. To have gotten so close to your teacher, your house, I think you would have seen them around at least. When it appears we’re dealing with a team of vigilantes, surely you would have noticed some strange activity leading up to the attack.
Kiawe:  If this were a normal attack, it would make sense that there would have been strangers lurking in our neighborhood, but even you said that their methods are a mystery. Almost supernatural. I may be the first suspect, but you should really ask yourself: why would I want to help them, when I had the most to lose?
Hau:  [sinks down a bit to be reminded of that]
Kiawe:  [What, no comeback? He can see the former Captain is at least thinking on it.] I know you only just started the case, but the police told me they found out Elator’s son was the one to make the request to the Phantom Thieves. I hadn't even heard of them before all this.
Ilima:  [Just smiles sweetly as he thought of one] Part of the great mystery, I suppose. Though it does seem logical that after years of abuse and threats. Seeing how your benefactor only wanted you for your talents, and became quite the monster in the lengths he would go to with you and other students; it’s possible that as you learned about his obsession, you wouldn't be the least bit tempted to get revenge?
Kiawe: [Has to admit, that’s pretty much what happened. Still, he’s not lying as his voice softens] Except I never saw myself as a victim. It felt wrong. I hated him sometimes, but I was convinced the only way to chase my own ambitions was to endure it long enough to eventually leave. If I had been smarter, or hadn't known him as long as I have, I would have realized sooner. But if I had seen him that way, and hypothetically, I somehow had that same power as the Phantom Thieves have to cause these changes, do you think I would have put up with it for so long?
Ilima:  [Shifts uncomfortably as the question seems to strike a nerve. His tone softens with an air of bitterness rather than sadness] I think it's very possible considering the consequences. As you said, you had everything to lose if you tried. 
Hau:  [Yeeeeaaaah, he’s got them pegged. Oh gosh. While it seems like Ilima’s tone also wants to reveal something, it’s time to bail. Slides through the door rather excitedly] Kiawe~! What happened to meeting us outside?
Kiawe:  [motions to Ilima] Obviously, I got a bit delayed. 
Ilima:  Alola, Champion Hau! I hadn't expected to meet you in a place like this.
Hau:  Are you kidding? You're like one of the biggest names in Melemele and helped me get my start. There's no way I wouldn't come see ya for your first visit back in over a year~! [looks between them] But uh… you guys just catching up or something? I didn't mean to butt in or anything.
Kiawe:  More like continuing our debate from earlier. |D;;
Hau:  Ah… Well no need to be so formal with me. The Champion thing is basically bragging rights right now while we’ve been settling into this whole world-league-ambassador… thing. I just got back from Kanto about a month ago it feels like. 
Ilima:  [Soft smile] It's still nice to hear such praise from someone as prestigious as you've grown to be. [Curious as he points between them] Though when did you two become such friends? 
Kiawe:  Just recently. After hearing about my situation, Hau offered me his place to stay. It’s a house so it’s spacious enough to go about our own activities, but it has been nice getting to know each other better since I moved in. 
Ilima: 
[Mildly impressed] It seems our first Champion is quite the charitable one. Must be nice. I'm sorry for keeping you though. I didn’t realize you two had plans.
Hau:  Just going to grab some malasadas. The show was fun, but I'm pretty starved. You wanna come with?
Kiawe:  [Quirks an eyebrow at him, wondering what he’s thinking]
Ilima:  I think I'll have to pass. I really should be going, but I simply had to stave my curiosity for the day. [Looks to Kiawe] I should be the one to apologize though. I’m only just starting in my new position and I may have come on a bit strong. I'll see you both around, won't I?
Hau:  Sure! See ya later then~ [waves him off]
Kiawe:  Hmph. “A bit strong”? [Crosses his arms in annoyance as he watches him disappear down the hall] He certainly changed his tune real quick once you showed up. 
Hau:  Yeah… I guess because I've got “prestige” now, he thinks he has to be nice to me. 
Kiawe:  [softly] Or to cover up what we'd been discussing when you came in. It's not like he has any reason to suspect you of thievery.
Hau:  [Still feels guilty about that] Sorry, I should have stepped in a lot sooner. 
Kiawe:   [Not mad, but pleasantly surprised by the little sneak. Almost amused to find out what he knew] You heard all that then? Then why did you invite him?
Hau:  [cheeky grin] To make you cringe. [more serious] Honestly, I wanted to be friendly while calling his bluff. If he came with us, we might have gotten to have a nice normal conversation to learn what he's been up to all this time. And if not, it at least gives the impression we're just goofing off somewhere. Being nice tends to make people less on edge around you. Besides, we're going to talk to Burnet about thieves stuff, he doesn’t need to be anywhere near there.
Kiawe:  ….That's surprisingly clever of you.
Hau: 
Hey, between your skills in dodging questions and Rotom’s palace lessons, I should hope I'm learning to cover my tracks. Come on. I'm sure Hiro is starting to wonder where we went.
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A/N: And now for something different! A friend got me all happy to ramble on about this P5 / Alola region crossover I was obsessed with years ago, and it gave me the urge to pull up my old document for it. There's not a full story here, just a ton of scattered clips that reference a lot of scenes and events from P5 but obviously things are much different and more expanded on in how the crossover verse functions. Ahem.... This scene was too long for me to share with the Discord so I just needed to post it somewhere I could link. But uh, if there's any interest, I may post more from this universe because I'm forever surprised just how much we wrote for it.
This whole extensive mess came up from this silly exchange:
Haji: With Kiawe... well there's a few things. 1) He's still working on how to social cue. Yes, he understands some of the pressure Ilima went through better than others because he was in the same position and they were, albeit vaguely and only through said position, friends? 2) With the TV station thing, which I'll probably get into tomorrow given the time and the length of the scene, I kinda like the idea of the whole gang there (up to that point) going to check it out only instead of Hau being chosen (because I always joke "And of course we get chosen XD" because protag) it was actually with Kiawe. Since I'm sure being so shortly after the Teacher's Palace, Ilima being the little ass that he is here, probably spotted him in the audience and was like "Huh, and mind if I ask you a question then?" which naturally has the other four silently going "Oh fuck" but then of course it turns out to just be "So, hypothetically, if these thieves are real, do you think what they did was right?" Kiawe's a fairly confident individual, and especially since he's got no reason to view Ilima as any sort of authority figure (they're still on the same level in his mind, and Ilima's still like... the intern anyway, he's not even a real cop / detective yet) and it's like "Tch, yeah?" .... The group goes back, to internally screaming XD Kitty: PFFFFF XD Haji: I'm sure Keala is fighting back a face palm with the whole "They do more than the cops" option you can do in the game XD Kitty: "Oh fuck" is the only appropriate response XD Haji: Although let's be honest, no one else would have done well with that question
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todayisafridaynight · 9 months ago
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Hey so Snap this is going to be so fucking weird, but honestly don’t care. So I was watching a clip of Drag Race Philippines and it was the make over episode and I think they were making over family members and this father was all about getting into drag. So, I just wanted to tell you never forget how much of a lovely loving kind and caring father you have, who loves you and protects you and makes you feel heard. That’s all.
i'd have to die before i forget how great my dad is thank you for the opportunity to brag about him again anon
#snap chats#no smarmy one-sentence response i fear i never play about my dad's character and its been. A Month so i gotta be earnest#Comically And Topically tho i still wonder wtf my dad meant when he said 'i always thought of being a girl' when i opened up to him#part of me thinks he was just joking and thats probably it but also ....... //audible confusion + vine boom + eyebrow quirking//#its so funny you brought up my dad though i was thinking of visiting him this weekend#last week my Bitch Ass Mom wanted to watch a movie with me and since speak no evil was coming out i proposed we see that#since starting therapy shes been 'trying' to be closer with us but she still doesnt like me on a fundamental level so get bent ig#but she hates horror movies and made a whole show of not wanting to go and how american movies are so brutal and blah blah#this was right after she took me ice skating with her .. cause shes obsessed with ice skating now ... like maam please#i like skating so thank you but ... idk ... she never wants to do things i wanna do#then again we're pretty different i think so. LOL sorry i like horror movies and nothing you like apparently#im glad she didnt come cause i just went with my bro and since the theater was Virtually Empty we just cracked jokes the whole time vjlaekv#plus i just know my mom wouldve been annoying and i wanted to enjoy the movie !!!! which i did ty !!!!!!!#but yk who LOVES horror movies and who i used to watch horror movies with all the time growin up !!!!!!!!!!#i havent seen a movie with my dad in forever.... the last one we saw was so long ago but it was some weird owen wilson movie i think#wait now that ive dragged my mom into this she started therapy Did I Share That. Im Reminding You Anyway#but the most vile thing i ever heard her say was that she admitted to me she never loved my dad 'emotionally'#like wow ..... a thousand life times in hell for you i think i cant even begin to describe the rage chat i could write a novel#but i only have 30 tags so i wont. i should call my dad tho.. this is inspiring me to call my dad thank you anon#if youre still reading Double Thank You. i havent complained about my mom in a while and this was just funny timing overall vjRLKJAEVK#ok im gonna go talk with my dad now. my college friend's coming oevr in like three hours and we're gonna watch glass#cause that came up in convo yesterday Long Story so that should be funny vjlekjlakj
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strawberry-cowmilk · 11 months ago
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me when I'm slowly crawling out of my writer's block and making a headcanon-ish post about things I have actually done but its the brothers and for some of them I struggle coming up with things I have done that would suit them but for one the list is super super long and I'm still getting ideas
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nomaishuttle · 2 years ago
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looking back on it i do think my childhood was engineered in a lab to make a really maladjusted person
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