#Might fuck around and make a sonic side blog

[shift-to-go]

⸝⸝ robin's intro ◜💞◞

fandom + shifting blog ⭑.ᐟ

shifting antis dni

✩ ₊ ⇆﹐in this reality

◜ 🍩 ◞ ・ robin﹐25﹐they/them

◜ 🦇 ◞ ・ punk goth﹐audhd﹐nonbinary﹐aroace

◜ ���◞ ・ my main interests at the moment are detective comics and marvel comics﹐ but i'm into a lot of other things that i don't necessarily feel like listing all of

✩ ₊ ⇆﹐my desired realities

◜ 🦇 ◞ ・ detective comics ᨀ lexi falcone﹐the falcon

› working on a few versions maybe more than a few

› outlaws to batfam ﹐ medieval﹐arrowverse﹐arkhamverse﹐etc.

› s/o's include jason todd﹐roy harper﹐dick grayson — but there are a few flings (*cough* constantine *cough*)

◜ ⚡◞ ・ detective comics ᨀ max barnes﹐supersonic

› take a guess ... yeah﹐speedster dr › it's all kind of somewhere between comics and cw's the flash › a bunch of kids called me sonic 'cause my suit is blue﹐so that stuck﹐then we added the 'super'﹐but i still just get called sonic (no escape) › s/o's include conner kent﹐wally west﹐leonard snart (it's a whole thing﹐very complicated - i'll write about it someday)

◜ 🕸 ◞ ・ marvel comics ᨀ alex nelson﹐threadline

› may end up with a few versions for this one too

› peter is my best friend tbh﹐even if i'm only one of his. 😔 (harry and mj are cool. well... yk.)

› miles is also spider-man down the line. we have three spiders in this universe for no reason fr.

› s/o's include wade wilson﹐robbie reyes﹐eddie brock + venom﹐johnny storm

› yes﹐foggy is my cousin. no﹐ i haven't hooked up with matt. yes﹐it took so much willpower

◜ 🪄◞ ・ marvel comics ᨀ dorian roch﹐lokison

› as the name suggests﹐son of loki. my mom was a witch (midgardian). gives me a lot of magic to work with.

› cajun﹐grew up in new orleans. i do know remy﹐can't say we're on good terms.

› not a villain﹐neither is loki. not quite anti-hero either. it's complicated. i do come around to hero stuff later. not really looking for a stupid hero name.

› no s/o decided yet.

◜ ✨️ ◞ ・ riordanverse ᨀ june gray﹐child of eros

› no s/o for this one﹐i'm just letting things happen

› might fuck around and go on a quest

◜ 🦡◞ ・ hogwarts (marauders) ᨀ robin drake﹐hufflepuff

› i'm a half-blood. my mom is a witch﹐dad is a no-maj / muggle. my mom's side has a history of great seers (i wasn't a fan of divination﹐though i did great in that class the year i took it)

› i originally went to ilvermorny﹐as i am american﹐but got the opportunity to transfer over to hogwarts. i was housed pukwudgie before

› though i am hufflepuff﹐i'm close with the marauders. i met remus on the train my first year to hogwarts﹐and things just sort of happened from there

› s/o is sirius black (the slow burn is straight up ridiculous) and barty crouch jr.

◜ 📜◞ ・ the elder scrolls ᨀ faraniel lex﹐scholar

› bosmer﹐but i was raised by an imperial legionnaire who had found me lost and alone while patrolling the border between valenwood and cyrodiil. so i grew up in the imperial city.

› my father was later relocated to solitude. he suggested i stay behind with my aunt and uncle﹐but i insisted on going with him.

› i grew up to be a scholar. anthropologist and a little bit of a daedrologist. i didn't take to traveling very far from home for my studies until i was nineteen.

› a lot of my s/o's are ocs of mine﹐but there are some like teldryn sero. i'll update as i remember canon characters for the list.

◜ 🚜◞ ・ stardew valley ᨀ ollie buckles﹐farmer

› me and my sibling (bestie in my cr) run the farm together.

› "local cryptids" since we spent a good while not really being in public. still aren't too social﹐but we made friends and go to events when we can.

› s/o's include abigail﹐sam﹐and alex.

◜ 🍩 ◞ ・ more in the making﹐whether i choose to post about them or not. this post will be updated when i feel like sharing a new one or adding any details.

( each s/o is likely to be a separate dr with different circumstances involved. )

[futureh0g]

RULES/ABOUT BELOW. DO NOT REBLOG

1- Although I may be selective with following, anybody is free to send in a starter for a rp, so don't be shy!!

2- I will not interacting with any NSFW blogs, and any NSFW will not interacting with me. The main reason is because I am under the age of 18, so, if you don't want me interacting with you, feel free to block me.

3- Anybody over 18 is able to follow!! But if your rules state that you don't want any minors interacting with you, I won't follow back.

4- Sexual content, such as smut, will not be present. Inappropriate jokes are fine, just don't over-do it.

5- I have not been roleplaying for that long, and I don't have that much experience, so I will most likely make a few mistakes here and there. Please be patient with me.

6- I am extremely shy, so about most of the time, I will not follow first, or send any asks most of the time. Please don't take this the wrong way. I just have a hard time interacting with a lot of people

7- Do NOT GodMod. A.K.A, taking control of a muse that isn't your own. It's very annoying to me when people do this.

8- If you follow me, and I don't immediately follow back on my main, please don't take this the wrong way!! It just takes a lot of courage for me to follow someone new back for some reason :')

9- Personals are able to follow and like posts, but, please. Unless you have any rp side blogs, do not reblog or reply to any posts. This is not a Fandom blog

10- Every blog I have are multi-ship. I will have separate verses for every ship on a blog. Although, please talk to me if you want to ship one of my muses with your own

11- this blog is OC and Crossover friendly!! I love roleplaying with OCs and crossovers, SM FUN

12- Don't pressure me to do or continue roleplays. Please just. Don't

Ty for reading through !! More rules will be applied the more the blog goes on. Information for this version of Sonic, Shadow, and Fleetway will be listed below!! It is not mandatory to read, but it is suggested if you want to get a better understanding of them!!

ABOUT

Sonic is always seen as an adventurer, and he still is! Just a bit older now, but still energetic as ever! And by old, I mean 2000 years old. You might be wondering, HOW is Sonic even this old? Well, the amount of times he has used the chaos Emeralds in his life plays a big part for this! As the chaos energy infused in him, it gave him an enhanced body, along with a longer lifespan, and greater strength!

Speaking of strength, you might be wondering how strong Sonic actually is in the au! Well, to make it simple, he's as strong as he was in his super form when he was a teen, perhaps even stronger! He has great durability, and most likely able to one punch a motherfucker into space. He is able to kill a god without going super. Because of his out of control power, he is required to wear inhibitor rings around his arms.

Speaking of his power, Sonic is capable of killing a villain! And..has done it before. (Eggman). He has learned that just speaking to a villain and giving them a few encouraging words won't ever actually make them change if they're bad enough. So, he decided to just get rid of them! He's the definition of "Fuck around and find out". Don't be scared, as long as you aren't an irredeemable villain, you'll be unharmed.

As Sonic outlived all of his own friends, he has a LOT of more responsibilities, one of these being the new guardian of the Master Emerald, having a small cottage built on Angel Island to live in. He still adventures all the time, he just thinks of protecting the emerald as a small job for himself.

The only ones to keep Sonic company are Shadow, and redeemed villains, like Fleetway, Metal and Scourge.

Sonic is the one to make dad jokes a lot, and he is a great father figure to a lot of people. In fact, he adopted Silver in the future! How? Well, very simple. He found Silver in a cardboard box when he was a kid, said "hell no", picked Silver up, and the rest is history. Sonic is also a very wise person, having huge amounts of information crammed into his head! I mean, he was around for 2000 years. So, it makes sense.

He also carries Miles' Electric around with him at all times, somehow not damaging it.

Not much is known about Fleetway. All is said is that he managed to get himself redeemed a couple decades ago, starting a new life for himself.

He has his own separate body from Sonic now. Again, not much is actually known on how this happened, but all that can be said is that one time when Sonic was attempted to have his immense chaos powers ripped away from him, Fleetway managed to save Sonic from getting his powers removed, at the cost of almost losing his own life.

Without a proper host to contain himself in, Fleetway is more weak than he normally was, seen to be using a cane most of the time to help himself walk. Though, this doesn't mean he can't kill someone.

He's still a sassy bastard, just leaning more on the calm side. He also owns a coffee shop just to keep himself occupied, and let me say, this guy makes a mean coffee.

Shadow is..more or less the same. Moody, closed off, the usual. Really all that's changed is his appearance. And the extent of his powers.

After an unknown fight from a long while back, Shadow lost sight in his right eye, a large scar across his eye. He wears a visor to help his sight. It isn't perfect, but it gets the job done.

Shadow's powers have exceeded over the years, no surprise there. He knows how to control it easily, so nobody has gotten seriously hurt from his powers. Yet.

He also has quite the variety of weapons by his side. He carries a belt around his waist, that are able to hold about 4 guns at once. He also has very long gloves, which lets him hide blades under his gloves, just for any extra weapons.

[nebula-award]

(Caps and Cursing warning)

Look this is the most RANDOM post I’ve made BUT I just watched Sonic 2,, and god I’m hype I just had a Super Sonic Lemonade and I need to get my thoughts out into the internet as well as my prediction

SPOILERS UNDER CUT

FUCK I LOVE KNUCKLES I’LL NEVER BE OVER THIS RED HIMBO

Honestly this was better than the first (Mostly bc of the knux and tails adittion)

The B Plot w/ the sister was hilerously stupid and I loved every second of it

Rachel’s a girlvoss slay queen

+ Will never be over Tom saying basically Sonic should get a bunch of beefy (boy)friends

Im also happy for the Olive Garden guy (go you king)

(the human additions will always be bizarr to me)

GOD this movie was so fruity,, Like Stone and eggman were ALWAYS fruity but THIS IS SOMETHING ELSE (Stone is head over FUCKING heels). I did want a lil more content with him but whatever I’ll take what I can get. (I ship them but Stone honestly could do better, but go him ig (go get that robo dick and cash bb))

When Knux saved Sonic from drowning,, hold still my beating SonKnux heart ❤️ 💙

WHEN THEY USED TAILS’ WHOLE NAME MY HEART MELTED

NOW the post credit scene,, SHADOW IS A MATERIAL GIRL DID YOU SEE HIS EYE SHADOW AND MASCARA AND ARM CUFFS (oh how I’ve missed the edge lord)

(plus my mom turned to me after and asked what the shadow project was and Icwent “oh boy strap in, cause this bad boy here can fit so MUCH lore”)

ALSO A PREDICTION:

Sonic 3 trailer better pull that stunt w/ the second one. That being reveal one character in the post credits (Tails; Shadow) and then reveal the other one in the trailer (Knuckles; Amy (?)) whaT IM SAYING IS THAT I WANT MY QUEEN AMY ROSE IN SANIC 3 BEING A GIRLY BADASS

[gnzma]

✂ A fandom that you feel isn't open and accepting? ✉ A fandom that you feel is open and accepting?

[ shake the salt ; ACCEPTING ]

[ oh this is gonna be so fucking funny

before making guzma's blog i would've said pokemon, and now here i am, 3 years later, still riding the hype wave!! I've met great people in here, even when many more years ago i felt pushed aside by it. i would've said the same about sonic, and then i posted an oc and i was met with praise and people ready to interact; i would've said it about final fantasy, but as soon as i posted the promo for the new multi i had many people jumping ship from the old one to follow me; right now the only one i still have some troubles with is TWEWY, but i know with a bit of effort specifically on my side i can work around with it too!

basically. we're over the era of cliques and bad fandoms and unwelcome rpcs. we're not high schoolers anymore, it's up to us to create our group of friends and push ourselves to interact. every fandom will be unwelcome if we don't even try to introduce ourselves to begin with. i know it might be scary, like i deal with anxiety and imposter syndrome too, but at the end of the day it's up to nobody but ourselves to find a place in a community and make our time online better. of course some assholes might slip through and we might end up still being pushed aside by someone, but if we're not assholes ourselves we'll eventually find our space ]

[insomniamamma]

Rain: Ezra X F!Reader w/Cee

A/N: Prickle ‘verse. Takes place after Prickle but before Clean Dirt. Can be read as a one shot. Reader is established crew with Ezra and Cee. This was written for @autumnleaves1991-blog​ ‘s Writer Wednesday. I am woefully behind. I legit don’t understand how some of you write fics so fast!

Warnings: Mentions of war, a little bit of angst, but mostly gentle fluff. Feelings.

            "Hey, Ez," Ezra is engrossed in grading the latest haul, testing for clarity and hardness.  The surface of CJ's World is cut through with oxbow rivers, fantastic hoodoos of striated sandstone slashed with valleys deeper than any found in Sol system. You're digging for fossils. These rusty carved out plateaus were once the bed of an ancient ocean. Through some trickery of mineralization and chemistry the fossils of CJ's world shine like the fire opals of Old Terra. Big or small, they all have value.           "Ezra," says Cee, "She's doing it again."           "Doing what, birdie?" Ezra takes off the loupe and rubs at his eyes. Rain pelts on the tent, even sheltered the humidity soaks through.           "Look." Ezra draws open the tent flap and sees you, standing in the rain, your head tilted up, no gentle shower this, rain that pelts down hard, turns the view across the sharp-cut canyons to silver curtains. Your clothes are plastered to you like a second skin. The rain actually aids your cause, washing away loose sediment, making the fossils easier to get to. You bow your head and let the stinging rain hit the back of your neck, let it fall on your closed eyes, your outspread arms. You laugh at the sky.

           "What do you know about Falnost?" Cee's eyes go distant for a beat. She has a memory to rival Central computers.

           "Hmmm..about two thirds standard grav, class C5, would've rated lower if not for it's primary. Dustball."             "Mmm-hmm."             "She's not used to real weather," says Cee.             "Observant as ever," says Ezra. The rain is not gentle. It is chilly and hits your skin like handfuls of flung sand, but is so different from anything you've known, so new that you can't help but stand there with a huge, dumb grin plastered on your face, even as your teeth chatter with the cold. Ezra comes and gets you.             "C'mon, Artichoke, while the rain does feel slinky and delicious it is not worth hypothermia."             "Sorry, Ez," you say and allow him to take your hand and lead you back to shelter. This has become something of a habit. Many worlds in the fringe are dustballs like the one you fled, algae and fungus growing on every bit of pipe that condensation beads on. On Falnost they had a deal with the ice-miners, discounted accommodations on world or on station in exchange for chunks of ice from your primary's lush rings de-orbited, burning and evaporating as they fell. The idea was that, eventually, there would be moisture enough in the atmosphere to trigger rains. Someday Falnost will have an ocean, but you won't be there for it, half your life spent harvesting rills of water from sail-traps, careful irrigation channels covered over with plastic sheeting, calorie vs water consumption ratios discussed every planting season. How many credits do we net vs wha† we have to spend? You got fucking sick of dreaming of an ocean your great grandchildren might paddle in. You skimmed enough to buy your way off world and since then you have seen things that you never would have believed as a child.            The first time you heard thunder was on a world called Ingwy. Your first  thought was artillery. Ingwy was a contested world, Karoclan and Lussia Collective skirmishing over land rights, while small stakes droppers like you and Ez and Cee swooped in to reap the spoils while the big corps and clans fought each other.  It was the middle of the night and you were on your feet instantly, railgun in hand, screaming that there was incoming, to take cover. Someone had flicked on a utility light hanging from a cord that swung, illuminating the inside of the tent in sickening arcs, and there's another explosion, this one so loud you feel the pressure change in your ears, hear your own voice crying out in tandem, white hot light even through the thick weave of the tent.           "It's just thunder," Ezra yells over the sound of rain slamming against the tent.           "That was an explosion!" He presses gently on your arm until you lower the rails.           "It's just loud," says Ezra, "It can't hurt us. We're safe here. Put the gun down." You set on the edge of your cot and put your face in your hands.           "Kevva. You must think I'm the dumbest dirt-farmer this side of the Great Arm." The cot dips as Ezra sits beside you.           "Not at all," he says, squeezes your shoulder, "I come from a backwater as well. First time I ever saw a proper ocean I nearly lost my breakfast right there on the beach."  Thunder peals again and you flinch, shrink against him slightly.            "Static electricity," says Ezra, "That's all it is. Builds up in the clouds and discharges into the ground." He keeps his hand on you as he speaks, fingers gently squeezing the juncture of your neck and shoulder, "The sound you hear is the air in the path of the lightning instantly heating and expanding. It makes a sonic shock wave, like any explosion."            "Like the boom when ships lift," you say.            "Just like that, Artichoke," he says, "Storm's already moving off, see?" The rain pelting the tent has settled into a steady drone. Thunder grumbles, a low, almost soft sound, not the air-rending explosion that shocked you out of sleep.            "We should try to rest," says Ezra, gives your shoulder one more firm squeeze and a little shake, and when you look up, he's smiling, dimple just beginning to sink into his cheek.             "Yeah," you say, "Okay." He kills the utility light and settles into his cot. You can hear the music from Cee's headphones, the tinny, fast pop she favors, threaded through the white noise of the falling rain. She slept through the whole thing.

            The ancient life of CJ's world favored heptagonal symmetry, long-dead mollusks like seven-sided shields shine out of the rusty ground, the smallest the size of a fingernail, the largest the size of dinner plates. This is a good deposit. The small ones are fashioned into jewelry and buttons.            "They take these great big ones and slice them micron thin," says Ezra, "Use them for window-glass in the temples of the Ephrate. They say it is like standing inside Kevva's very beating heart."           "I can see why," says Cee, and so do you. The minerals that limn the shells shine translucent red with brilliant streaks of orange, yellow and even thin threads of green and blue.           "They say that Kevva's first heart-beat ignited the explosion that became the universe," says Ezra.           "You really believe that?" Asks Cee.           "I don't know if believe is the right word," says Ezra, "We all grew up with these stories, why my grandmother..." You smile and tune him out. The back and forth banter between Cee and Ezra is a pulse that underlies every harvest. Cee has grown more talkative with each drop. Their relationship has a growing ease to it. You don't know exactly what happened between them before you joined up, but Cee's initial skittishness and Ezra's new healed scars tell a story you can guess the shape of. You let their conversation fade into the background, focus on the work of your hands, the meticulous scrape of soft sediment away from the hard glitter of the fossil, working around the seven sided edge, loosen enough up to get your fingers under the shell and you can pry it out, focus on the sounds of the world around you, no birds on CJ's world, but there is a range of bug-music, hidden in crevasses in the midday heat, all metallic clicks and creaks. Your rail-gun rests within easy reach, as always. You worm your fingers under the edge of the shell, wiggling it like a loose tooth, pops out of the sediment suddenly and you plop on your ass in the sandy dirt.           "You all right there, Artichoke?" Ezra grins at you.           "I'll recover." You dust yourself off and take your prize over to the tub that sits in the shadow of the pod. Further cleaning and grading can be done after dark. Nights  are long at this latitude. You stretch in the sunlight. This job is a milk-run compared to other drops, but hunkering in the dirt still hurts your knees and you feel every bit of it when you stand. There's a familiar sound, like a rumbling stomach, thunder, you think and glance up.          "Ezra!" Your voice is urgent and sharp and he's scrabbling up in a heartbeat, hand on the thrower at his hip, but when he stands there is only you pointing out across the vast expanse of sharp-carved valleys and hoodoos, lined in sharply delineated shadows and rusted cliffs where the light catches. The rainbow swoops skyward into grey cloud-bellies, a luminous curtain against the grey clouds, distant rain falling across the canyons.

        "Ezra, look!" Ezra exhales, tension leaching out of his shoulders. His hand drops away from the thrower.          "Oh, hey, a rainbow," says Cee. You lower your arm and just stare, transfixed at the glowing phantasm, brightening and dimming with the movement of clouds between it and the sun.           "It's beautiful," says Ezra. But he's not looking at the rainbow. He's looking at you. Your eyes are wide, lit up with wonder, an unconscious smile creeping across your face, crinkling the corners of your eyes. The stiff professionalism that you wear as close as your body armor momentarily set down, forgotten. Ezra's heart squeezes. There you are, he thinks. He can count on his one hand the number of times he's seen you smile like this, open and carefree, rare and precious as the gems the three of you pull from the ground. Part of him wants to kiss you, but he suspects he would end up on his back in the dust with the barrel of your railgun jammed beneath his sternum, so instead he brushes his hand against yours and your fingers find his and squeeze hard.            "I've never seen one before," you say, barely aware of Ezra's hand linked with yours, "I mean, I know what a rainbow is, but I've never seen one. Not in the real, just in vids."            "They don't have rainbows on Falnost?" Says Cee.            "They don't have rain on Falnost," you say, "Get's a little hazy sometimes after the ice-haulers make a drop, but that's about it." You shake your head as if just waking, the rainbow still shimmers, a bit duller now, and you are suddenly aware of Ezra's hand clasped with yours, the gentle pressure of his grasp.             "Sorry," you drop your eyes, "I got distracted. We got work to do." Ezra gives your hand a squeeze and then lets you go.             "Not to worry, Artichoke, rainbows are fleeting things. You look your fill while you can." And so you do. So does he.

[pearlsongfromstuff]

Hi its the oc ask anon from before! The New God OCs look intriguing and im always a sucker for dnd!

I watch Kyo's stuff too so all of that is really interesting as well, but the New God thing is drawing me in. If you want to talk about other ocs that's okay, but thats the one that has my interest atm

Have a good day pearl!

Thank you so much, Anon! I'ma nickname you Anny, Anny. So anyways, with just New God OCs (The name New God actually is name of my biggest AU that houses most of my main stories and my OCs. The name was inspired by the name Bad God but instead of a "Bad" God, there are "New" God's running the world. Fun little fact)

So with just these OCs alone we have 33 OCs, so I'ma give brief explanations for them

(Note: All the OCs with (*) are made by @chaoscorners-blog since we share these OCs but they were his original concepts)

(Also some other vocabulary you might need to know for this AU:

Minnrig- A fake Micronation near Ukraine and Romania where most of the stories take place. This place holds all the power in this universe

Red Eye Curse: Also called the 2p Disease or Madness Curse, the Red Eye Curse was a magical curse that plagued most of the 2p Universe. It drove people to madness by making them selfish, power-hungry and manipulative. It's also why the 2p Universe was known as the "Evil Side" while the 1p Universe was known as the "Good Side". It eventually disappeared 10 years as fast as it appeared)

Pearl and *Angel (He/they / He/They): The "New Gods". They run the universe and live in a castle near Minnrig. Though they may seem kind and thoughtful on the surface, they're actually not that good of people. I recommend not coming close to them.

Darling (She/Her): Adopted daughter of Pearl and Angel, she is known to have any magical powers. Not much is known about her since she rather hide in the Ancient Records within the castle

Star and Rose (He/Him, She/Her): Star and Rose are also adopted children of Pearl and Angel but unlike their older sister, they have magic. Star and Rose are probably more powerful than Pearl and Angel combined. Star is more adventurous and wants to learn about the magic in the world while Rose tries to live a more normal life, away from her godly heritage.

*Viktor and Sal (He/Him, They/Them) : Two 2ps that escaped to the 1p World, they live with Pearl and Angel as caretakers for Star and Rose. Star is the most attached to them, calling Sal "Mama" and Viktor "Dad".

Lewton (He/Him): The personification of Minnrig, Lewton is also the Detective of the town. He's also the husband of Bazarov (who we'll talk about if anyone asks about 2ps) and he's also responsible for the end of the Red Eye Curse.

*Zargon and Diablo (He/Him, She/Her): The Adopted children of Bazarov, sadly they were found around the time Bazarov had the Curse, they were taught since adoption to become soldier, and they're mainly representative of Heart (Zargon) and Mind (Diablo). Bazarov actually stole Diablo's heart for years, making her very heartless and making her a war criminal like her father while her brother always seemed to get the blame. After many years and while Lewton was working on saving the world, Zargon found Diablo's heart and they got the fuck out of there.

Deera (She/Her): The eldest sister of Zargon and Diablo, Deera kinda left her siblings for dead after the death of their birth parents. She instead headed to the Fantasy universe and kinda became a fucking villain in the stories, mainly manipulating anyone for whatever she wants.

Riley (She/Her): Another adopted child of Bazarov (He has a lot), She was raised while Zargon and Diablo were but sperate. She later on took over her father's place as General.

Abble (She/her): An (say it with me now) adopted child of Bazarov but with a twist: She's also Lewton's daughter. She actually has a nice upbringing unlike her other siblings because Bazarov was free of the curse when she was being raised. Her siblings are highly jealous of this.

Bean and Loki (He/Him, He/Him): Bean is a cat who radiated too much magic and can now turn human. Loki is a Mochi America but somehow, during hatching, gained more of a conscience than his other Mochi brethren. They're also married after many weird circumstances.

*Azreal (She/Her): To put it shortly, she's a bootleg Dr. Frankenstein. She has a never ending thirst for knowledge and uses such knowledge of other universes to bring people to life and to create life. And in one story, she kills Nevo......sooooooo-

*Mono (He/Him): During life, he was a simple manga artist with a wife and child but after horrible circumstances, he ends up dead at the hands of a gang. Azreal takes him and brings him back to life. Sadly, during the "bringing back to life" process, his soul is merged with a more evil soul, so now two personalities are contained in one body. Mono being the more awkward side and Parasite having absolutely no chill.

Pearl Song (Any Pronouns): Originally my very first cringy Marysue OC, we revamped her into being another of Azreal's projects. She has the power of the everything due to her past life and now uses that power in her current life to cause chaos with her favorite brother, Mono.

*Foalina and *Matthias (She/Her, He/Him): Another project by Azreal, they are two bunny twins that travel the world as performers. On stage, Foalina is seen as meak and weak while Matthias is more flirtatious and cunning. Off stage, they hate each other with a burning passion

*Caddy (She/They): Another project by Azreal, she is a mute traveler of the many universes. She is very excited soul that likes any good story.

*Shyane (She/Her): Azreal's first project, at first, Azreal saw her as a daughter and she saw Azreal as a mother but after time, their relationship became more strained and she became more of a servant than a daughter. She is very nurturing and caring.

*Demonic and *Ivan (She/Her, He/Him): Demonic is another project by Azreal which Azreal didn't just take a dead body and reanimate it, she actually created her. She was mainly used for experiments until she finally left. After many unfortunate events in her life, she gives birth to Ivan, her son. Ivan is the light of her life and just is an absolute sweetheart. We see more of them during Ages AU.

*Lilla (She/Her): A girl from the 1500's that left her home to become a Teutonic Knight so she didn't become a maid, after her entire crew is supposedly murdered and the enemy is after her, she starts working for a witch in the woods who eventually send her to the future to escape death sentence.

Amelia (Amy) (She/Her): Basically Amy Rose (from Sonic series) but she is an old interpretation I had of her in 2016 that she basically became my OC. Anyways, she also comes to our present and meets Lilla and after she helps her understand the world around her (which Amy sees as old technology), they actually fall in love and get married, yay!

Cosmo (She/Her): Daughter of Amy and Lilla

Amore (She/Her): Amy's past lover that basically gets in fights with Lilla a lot

Kaarlo (He/Him): Lilla's past lover that dies of hypothermia after looking for her in the snow. F in the chat

Berry, *Duke, Nicholas, and *Cole (Any Pronouns, He/Him, He/Him and He/They): Basically two femboys (Berry and Cole) and two hunks (Nicholas and Duke) in a Dream Scape

AND THERE ARE ALL MY ORIGINAL CHARCTERSSSSS. Damn that's a lot of typing for one phone. Anyways, I hope this entertained you guys! I will take any asks you have. I will also post some art of all of them later

[zosonils]

A, E, F, I, K, N, P, T, X, and Z for the fandom prompts? Sorry if it’s too many

a - ships that you currently like a lot - every day my brain is filled with queerplatonic phinabella and bu[ferb]jeet, and i’ve also been thinking about canderemy quite a bit lately because it’s genuinely really sweet?? like They Care Each Other and it’s nice to have a canonically established pairing that’s really healthy and supportive and if nobody else is going to think about jeremy i will fucking do it all myself

e - have you added anything hilarious to your fandom? - i’ve definitely contributed my fair share of shitposts but i don’t think i’ve made any significant widespread impact yet lmao. maybe there’s another timeline out there where catu sparked a phineas and ferb fandom renaissance and my post about ferb and buford texting british recipes to each other has 47,000 notes [1200 of which are a violent in-character debate between two sans roleplay blogs] and haunts me every day and night

f - what’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom? - i’ve been into sonic since i was 7 and i’m nearly an adult now and it terrifies me

i - has tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms? - answered here

k - what character has your favourite development arc? - to be honest basically every character development arc i like is one that i made up myself in my many extensive fuck canon timelines, but i really love how whisper’s been developing in idw sonic so far :) it’s really really good to see her making friends and coming out of her shell in contrast to her first appearances while still having extremely clear boundaries, and as more of her previous trauma is revealed it’s really interesting to see how that recontextualises her actions - she’s such an amazingly written character and i love how respectfully she’s handled without the writing around her ever getting more serious than anything else in idw sonic [which is on the grim side for sonic media, literally the third arc was a zombie apocalypse and it lasted like 2 years, but it’s still pretty full of ye olde goofy sonic the heck hijinks and handles all but the darkest of moments pretty lightheartedly]

n - name three things you wish you saw more of in your main fandom - i already answered this one but i’m doin it again! i’m cheating and naming six babey! god may judge me but his sins outnumber my own, as they say

aro phineas [with queerplatonic phinabella optional but recommended] please please please please please please please plea

i want early flynn-fletcher family shenanigans!! ferb meeting his new siblings, the kids all getting used to having two parents, baby perry?? has anyone written this? i’ll write it damn it! i might not because writing is hard but also if nobody else is gonna do it then i will!!!!! give me shape babies god fucking damn it!

i wish more people acknowledged the fact that doof is canonically a double amputee like. i know it only comes up in one episode and is never mentioned again and was probably intended as a bit of dark-ish comedy but it’s a really cool fact about him that’s got so much potential for art and fics alike [and even if it didn’t, acknowledging canonically disabled characters even if it’s only canon on a technicality and as a probable joke is still always important!]

p - invent a random au for any fandom - i think i made exactly one post about this and then forgot about it but fuck it phineas and ferb sonic adventure 2 au. phineas goes fast. perry is a chao and he does something really cool, probably. vanessa is contractually obligated to die unfortunately because she’s the best stand-in for maria. ferb might also die but also i could decide he doesn’t if i want to because i sure as hell did that with shadow [i know he comes back but it’s bad so i’m re-killing him and re-reviving him and making an alternate timeline fuck you sega shadow wouldn’t be a cop]. baljeet causes immeasurable damage to government property while upbeat synth music plays

t - any hard and fast headcanons you’ll die defending - [SLAMS BINDER THE SIZE OF A SMALL TO MEDIUM COUNTRY ON TABLE] i literally could not name all of them if i TRIED. i have so many it’s genuinely hard just to pick a handful to showcase as example. in most cases i’m genuinely fine with other interpretations even though i like mine better but there are a select few that i refuse to budge a goddamn planck length on and that automatically make me kinda suspicious of anyone who adamantly disagrees; mostly these are autistic headcanons because what kind of a MANIAC thinks ferb ‘nonverbal no eye contact hyperfocusing king’ fletcher is neurotypical

x - a trope which you’re almost certain to love in any fandom - FOUND FUCKING FAMILY BABEY!!!!! it’s so fucking good even when some or all of the characters already have pretty good relationships with their biological/legal family, there’s a flavour of it to suit basically any group of characters and it makes my heart go bkngjbn hsbvhfnvhjf hsnvjwnvjkfn hjfvnksjvnf hfnvfjk every time :’)

z - ramble about anything fan related - i can’t fuckin do this without a prompt because my brain turns into soup when i’m put on the spot hfnvkfgnj sorry but uhhhhh autistic ferb good and i’m genuinely so so so so glad that it’s received some level of acknowledgement/approval from dan. honestly if you want an answer for this question just scroll through my blog for any length of time hjndfvkfnkbn

[aquaticalay]

Siren .Chapter Two.

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes fancies you, a singer who performs at a local bar every Monday and Friday night. After a few months of attending your gigs, Bucky finally got the chance to talk to you. One problem: you are New York's sonic screaming vigilante. And the avengers have been trying to figure out who you are for months. (Post-Endgame)

Warning/s for this chapter : cursing, a teeny tiny bit of violence

Warning/s for the series: cursing, violence, eventual smut (which you can skip)

Word count: 1600+ 

Disclaimer: I do not own the Marvel characters. 

Note: chapter 2 is here! Let me know what you guys think!

I will post a new chapter every two days. Let me know if you'd like to be on the taglist!

Perched on top of a five story building like a sparrow, you stayed as silent as you could, caving into the wind and the shadows. You were thankful the black clouds covered the distant light of the midnight moon, because you had a feeling you were going to need it.

Your hood slightly moved in the breeze, hiding your ponytail so you could get an undisturbed view. 

You had a solid black mask on– one that resembled the one they wear at masquerades– blocking your identity from any curious eyes. 

"Someone walking on your 2 O'clock," Lando buzzed in your earpiece. You turned your head slightly to the right. In your line of sight was a man who just walked out of an apartment building, wearing a swamp green sweater. He was Caucasian, had short light brown hair with a well-groomed beard. He was around 6 foot 4, lean but muscular. He was lighting up a cigarette and he just remotely unlocked his car, which was on the other end of the block. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Though unsure of their physical attributes, you knew you were in search of a European spy in possession of a hazardous radioactive substance, concealed in a five-inch lab test tube. Lando said he would be selling it to a buyer in Jersey City today.

The man, however, only had a small sling bag, and putting a dangerous chemical there might seem a little too clumsy, but with the right protective measures, it was possible. Still, you need more proof of his identity. You can't just assault a random passerby. 

"Do you think that's him?" Lando asked through the earpiece but you did not answer. You were focused on finding a flaw in the man's movement.

Something finally caught your eye. 

While smoking, he placed his cigarette between his pointer finger and his thumb.

To the untrained eye, this might seem insignificant, but that's how Europeans hold their cigarettes. Americans tend to hold it between their pointer and their middle finger.

To you, that was a dead giveaway.

"I think that's him," you confirmed, making your move. You had to reach his car before him.

-

The man opened the door of his car, sat inside, but did not take off his sling bag. 

He adjusted the rear view mirror; that was when he saw your cold eyes staring back at him from the back seat.

His eyes widened, but before he could react, you threw your fist at his jaw.  In the midst of pain, he was able to quickly reach for the gun under his seat.

Unfortunately, Lando strictly told you sonic screaming should not be an option unless it was absolutely necessary, unless it was life and death; you were in a residential area, and you did not want to catch any unwanted attention.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, you directed his hands to the window. You heard a loud bang as the bullet broke the glass. He dropped his gun on the front seat, so he could shield himself from the broken glass.

So much for not wanting to attract attention.

Taking advantage of the disarray and chaos, he got out of the car and fled to the other side of the street. After a split second of confusion, you managed to take his gun on your left hand, grabbing the one Luna and Vince gave you with your right. Running out of the vehicle, you quickly spot him dashing around a corner. You try and catch up, but something else caught your eye. The lights in the apartment building was starting to light up, most likely people awakened by the loud gunshot. 

"Fuck," you cursed under your breath. You were out in the open, holding two guns. People are going to think it was you. You quickly run up the nearest building's fire exit stairs, reaching the top of the three-story building within seconds. 

You spot him running east. He looked back, and when he didn't see you following him on the sidewalk, he stopped running and started walking. He was smart to walk– running would've caught more attention. You quietly followed, leaping from building to building, waiting for the right moment to catch him off guard.

-

Bucky was riding his motorcycle late at night, heading home after a few more drinks at the Mermaid's Tail. Instead of going directly back to the Avengers Compound, he decided to take a detour to explore modern day New York when the world is asleep. 

As he went through a silent neighborhood, his supersoldier senses allowed him to hear a loud bang maybe four blocks away. Bucky knew it was the distinct sound of gunfire from years of experience, and decided that he would follow the source and find out who was shooting bullets late at night at the residential areas of Harlem.

-

As you observed the man, you realize he was going inside a subway station. You had to make a move now, before you lose track of him. It was now or never. 

You put one gun in your holster, holding the other steady. As you prepared to leap, someone kicked the back of your knee, forcing you down. Surprised, you let go of the gun you were holding, and the person took advantage, quickly taking the weapon. When you manage to regain balance, you took the gun in your holster and pointed at the mystery person. You breathed heavily when you realized you had lost the man with the chemical tube.

You saw a gun pointed back at you, so now it was you and the other person facing each other at an uncomfortably close proximity, guns pointed at each other.

There was something odd about him, until you realized that he was holding the gun with both hands— one of them was made of metal.

There was only one man in New York who had a metal arm, and he was an Avenger. He was the Winter Soldier.

As you looked past the hand to see the man holding the gun, you realized—

Shit.

—it was James. 

You suddenly remembered an old high school history lesson.

James.

James Buchanan Barnes.

That's why he stood out to you. How could you be so damn stupid?

That's why he had sunglasses on indoors. That's why he had gloves. That's why his left grip on your hip felt so out of place.

You were suddenly thankful your hood and mask concealed your identity.

"Put the gun down," he growled. His voice was stone cold, very different from the summery warm tone he had at the Mermaid's Tail. 

You wanted to reply, but he spent months listening to you sing– you were almost certain that he would recognize you.

You put the gun down. It would be stupid not to. He was the Winter Soldier for god's fucking sake! You weren't sure if you could take him in a fight. 

You could do one thing that would maybe slow him down, though.

You could scream.

As you lowered your gun, you opened your mouth, and let the air from your lungs flow through your sonic vibrating vocal chords. It was loud enough to temporarily deafen him, but not loud enough to make his eardrums explode. The wave was directed at him, but the volume of the scream would wake the entire neighborhood. He groaned in pain, instinctively covering his ears.

You took that chance to run into the cover of darkness, disappearing from the Winter Soldier's sight.

-

It took Bucky a few seconds too long to recover. When he managed to get back up, the screaming figure was gone.

God dammit.

He looked down, relieved to see the gun, previously owned by the screaming figure, at his feet. He picked it up and observed it. It was a glock 19x, but it has been heavily modified. He decided to take it back to the compound, hoping that maybe he could track the person down through this weapon.

-

You carefully slipped inside the window of your small studio apartment in the edge of Harlem, a safe house for you when you're going on these "missions." You have six locations in the state of New York, and a couple dozen across the country, courtesy of your late father.

You were greeted by your friends, who were anxiously waiting for you.

"Who was it?" Lando urgently asked the moment you stepped in. He must've hacked a security camera on the roof of the building. He must've seen the confrontation with the Winter Soldier.

Hastily taking off you mask, you answered bluntly, "James."

"James?" Vince repeated, "from the Mermaid's Tail?"

You nodded, "Yes. James Barnes."

For a moment, everything was silent.

"The James Barnes?" Luna asked disbelievingly, "the Avenger, James Barnes?"

You sat down, wiping a trickle of sweat from your forehead. "Yes."

Lando sighed heavily, "Great. We lost the target and now the Avengers are looking for us."

"No," you told him, "we haven't lost the target. You told me he was going to sell it to someone? Find out who. I'll hunt him down," you paused, "as for the avengers, as long as nobody can see me, we're fine."

Lando nodded, going back to work almost immediately.

"Did you fire the 19x?" Vince managed to ask. He was curious of how smoothly it worked. You shook your head, "No, I didn't have the chance to." You reached for the gun in your holster, but when you saw it, you realized that it wasn't even yours. It was the target's.

So that means… the one the winter soldier had was yours.

You, Luna, and Vince looked at each other worriedly.

-

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[badlydrawnmanic]

time for episode 5 because i’m bored as heck

• just thoughts during the theme song but i wish we got to see more of aleena • the extras in this opening scene look passable for mobians which is a surprise • sleet explains something to dingo while looking directly into the camera

• WHAT IS THIS CATERPILLAR DOG THING UGH • it’s a legal requirement for thief children to have wack hair • kjsdgsd max snapped • i think i remember some people shipping manic with this kid • what animal are any of these characters supposed to be • that bungee jump thing makes no sense at all which is terrible • who gave sonic a drivers liscence • sonic your whole thing is to help people and then some poor kid comes in your van like “help me” and you’re like “why should i” what is the truth • shit dude that van turns on a dime • nobody in this show knows how to drive do they • this little goblin dude juggling is kinda cute, his design ain’t bad. weird colors but that’s a given • what sleet turns dingo into reminds me of the koopalings right down to the voice • is manic older than max or does he just say “little bro” because max looks even shorter than manic does • manic: stealing’s wrong   max:

• max brings up a good point about like... how are they gonna survive without money from the shit they stole • i think i redesigned max at one point? i think i made him a xoloitzcuintli (those weird mexican hairless dogs)

• OH I DID, this was back when i mainly did lineless art (it was easier doing art like this rather than lined art with a mouse, i haven’t tried this style with my drawing tablet yet), i really like what i did here skjdgs small boy • there’s two background characters with names, there’s a girl named allegra with a huge nose and some pig looking gremlin critter named clifton, i think that’s interesting • is it like a cultural thing for all the thieves to have earrings or did the character designers just go “yeah only punks have piercings” • sonia’s being really mean about their music for no reason when it doesn’t sound awful, just let these kids play their accordions and violins in peace dude • manic is a gross boy and spits all over this girl to show off one of his little tricks, disgusting • the headcanons about dingo involved something about this episode i think, i’d have to go digging through dms to remember tho • there’s this bird character between allegra and clifton who looks depressed as shit • sleet looks ugly enough to be a passable spore creature and i might just try that if i have to look at his nasty face any longer • i understand what manic means when he’s like “haha this whole thing reminds me of when i was little and stole shit all the time” because i was a little kleptomaniac when i was a kid and like... getting away with it is fun as shit. of course i feel bad now but like... hey i get it • for once the siblings yelling out of surprise has some energy to it, though i wish it was less like “oh aah” and more like... y’know, actual startled sounds, it’s not super convincing • sleet is standing there with his gaping maw wide open pointing in one direction with no animation like a statue and it’s weird • swatbots are on the same level of aiming as storm troopers • what even are these lasers? are they lethal?? do they hurt??? i don’t think anyone’s gotten hit from what i remember so like what’s the danger • sonic just fucking... vaccums up all these children with wind from running, he’s gonna hurt someone, he’s so damn reckless • WHERE’D THEY GO • the little animation where manic takes out his drums doesn’t look half bad! it’s a pleasant surprise when bits of animation are higher quality than normal

• after saying that i realized his gloves disappeared in the shot i was just praising sndkgjds • how was the production of this show? did they color digitally or was this still in the time of hand-drawn animation cells? i wonder how rushed production was • is “amigas” proper spanish?   [googling]   yes it is nevermind   spanish class as a required class was pointless apparently because i don’t remember jack shit from it • dingo you aren’t allowed to steal the “main man” title from manic (my nickname in our discord server was “my main man, manic” for the longest time sjkdgbs)

• it’s kinda neat seeing where all these pics my boyfriend gave me when i was looking for refs came from • i’ve thought that a song was gonna play tiwce now so now i’m wondering when it’ll come in and if it’ll be plot relevant • bummer majores • i get the point of “aw man i can’t believe you have to give all this money to robotnik because he’s evil and demands taxes” but hey either tax the rich or eat them dude • this old man’s outfit is horrendous • sonic and sonia just hid behind behind a thing hanging on the wall and that just wouldn’t work • manic and max both like drums... ;v; • why are manic and dingo just throwing glass bottles and shit back and forth at each other, is this a game • DINGO YOU HURT THE BOY • god what are these masks • SONG TIME • again, manic’s just talking in the middle of the song, and i get it’s for plot but the visuals are, again, sickeningly distracting, i can’t tell what’s happening • how does nobody notice the drummers changing place in the middle of the performance? how is there not a gap in the drum/cymbal beats? • these poor children, wow dingo • it’s really sweet that this old man helped the thief kids find parents and homes to go back to, that’s very nice • manic has one (1) coin and everyone takes that as evidence that he robbed the old man of all his money when that also doesn’t make sense, yes he took it from the vault thing but he didn’t take the whole thing? • why does manic just let the robot handcuff him, i know he feels guilty but like he isn’t an idiot, he knows what’ll happen if he does that so why does he??? • why do sonic and sonia immediately believe what sleet says about manic, shouldn’t they be on guard whenever this fuck’s around and have some suspension of belief here • this man went from 0 to 100 real quick huh • SONG TIME??? • i forgot that the song already happened because of my confusion during the sequence and now i feel like an idiot • anyway the song was like a 5.5/10, it has the energy i think they were going for and it doesn’t sound awful, it’s a little better than alright, though i wish the scene was more coherent and easy to follow • sonia’s classist as hell damn • sonic’s faith in manic being honest is nice to see • the thief children didn’t get their homes after this?? i’m upset • two bros laughing manically in the sewer in front of a very small crowd of children, as you do • manic talking to himself in jail kinda reminds me of movie!sonic but like... slower and less interesting, also why do they just throw him in jail? doesn’t robotnik roboticize everyone? • that one kid dares to look in max’s direction and he’s like ShShHhH like your hushing is gonna get you caught dude not that kid • MAX IS THROWING METAL THINGS IN THE BACKGROUND WHY??? YOU WERE SHUSHING THAT KID FOR SAYING NOTHING • max should be like... directly in sleet’s line of sight rn • of course they gotta very clearly explain the plot directly to the audience • everyone’s so shitty to these poor kids, damn • you’d think that huge laser blast would have injured manic in the process of blowing a hole in the wall • why’s sonia so concerned about the police chasing them? aren’t the police chasing them all the time? • manic nyooms again when he gets out of the van • these robots aren’t observant at all are they • for once, reusing animation makes sense • yay the poor kids get homes now • as nice as this ending is, it isn’t easy to kick bad habits like thievery, especially when it’s like... part of your nature at that point? it’s odd

• god the perspective • also, this is exactly why i give everyone on this blog extended muzzles and more clear divides between their eyes when they’re looking to the side, otherwise they look cursed • IT’S TIME TO JUICE AND JAM

[thiswasinevitableid]

#3 indruck for the supers prompt please? Feel free to play around with it!

Here we go! It got a bit angstier in the middle than I initially planned, but don’t worry, it all turns out okay.

3 Okay so when they wink at me after a great comeback, is that just their charismatic arrogance or do they maybe like me back?

“Guess I really am a ‘bright beacon of hope’ cause you keep comin to me like a moth to a flame.”

The Bear winks at him and Indrid, who saw the trap coming and stepped into it anyway because he really wants those blueprints, finds himself surrounded by the rest of the Pine Guard.

Or

“Oughta call yourself Luna Moth, cause you’re driving me crazy.” This the Bear growls after Indrid gets off multiple successful strikes of his sonic disorienter wrong-footing the enemy. 

“There is no correlation between the lunar cycle and insanity.”

“It was a joke Agent, oh fuck where’d he go?” Was the last thing Indrid heard as he took flight off the roof.

Or

“Was gonna ask you back to my place, but it looks like you’re all tied up.” This was whispered in his ear as he struggled in the grasp of The Bear’s strange, whip-like sword. It took a headbutt to get free of that one, the split lip aggravatingly increasing the appeal of The Bear’s face.

That incident was a mere hour and half ago. Were Indrid thinking clearly, he’d be pondering why he Bear had put them so close together when he knew full well Indrid had escaped that exact same scenario several times before.

Instead, he’s just cum across his bedspread imagining exactly what the bear could do to him in his hideout, Indrid tied up all the while (though not by that unpleasant sword). Imagining a strong, warm hand around his cock and his throat (he hasn’t been able to keep warm since the accident), coaxing him to surrender to pleasure. 

This is not an unusual post-battle activity for him lately. The Bear has grown more flirtatious in his banter. It doesn’t help that the hero is exactly the kind of man Indrid pursued and bedded in happier times. 

What’s stranger is that The Bear isn’t terribly arrogant otherwise, so the winking truly feels less like gloating and more like a come-on.

Indrid hasn’t been too bothered by his desires these past months.

Until now. Because this time, as he lays panting into the black flannel pillows, his mind continues spinning. But instead of his grocery list or new invention ideas, it wanders straight back into muscular arms. He wonders if The Bear is a cuddler. That would be nice, as he looks so very soft in places. And his drawl is probably comforting, hushed and close under the covers. Indrid, who hasn’t had a good nights sleep in two years, pictures himself drifting off peacefully in a tender embrace.

“What in the hell?” He mutters, shaking his head as he sits up. The lights in the bathroom highlight the sickly red glow of his eyes, the black of his claws, the strange white of his pointed teeth in an otherwise human face as he address himself in the mirror

“Get a hold of yourself, Cold. You are slipping.” 

He washes his hands, splashes cold water on his face, looks at his reflection, “There is no explanation beyond him toying with you. You are a monster.” 

He flexes his ragged, black wings for emphasis.

“You are enemies. No matter how charming he is. No matter how many times he’s-”

Saved your life?

Spared you capture?

“He’s a hero, that is what hero do.”

Offered you help?

Spoken to you more than fought with you?

This is pathetic. He’s allowed the Bear too much power over him. Had he meant to give it, he would feel differently. But now he’s in a freefall, eyes shut in hopes someone else will keep him from hitting the ground . 

He has to regain an edge. 

The futures roll through his head, unbidden. But he’s learned how to control them, he knows how to find what he needs in them. Concentrating, he sorts through them instant by instant and soon he has exactly what he’s looking for.

He looks into the mirror, and his reflection grins, horror movie wide, back at him. 

------------------------------------

 It’s only The Bear who comes for him the next time. He makes sure of it by choosing a low level crime that will still bring the hero running. 

“Really, Emperor Moth, a forest fire? Do I even gotta say how I feel about those?”

“No. And I have decided that after years of trying to prevent disaster and being scorned, I am ready to bring them upon those who did not listen to me.”

“Damn, that’s dramatic even for you.”

Indrid huffs, drawing himself up to stare at the hero, “Begone, ursine irritation, or I will end you and put your stuffed body in my mansion.”

“You don’t have a mansion. Besides,” that cocky grin is back, “other ways of stuffin a bear that I like a lot better.”

He can’t stop the blush, even as he sees his chance for the upper hand.

“There’s also more than one way to catch a Duck.”

The hero freezes.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He says in the voice of someone who knows exactly what it means.

“I mean, Duck Newton, ranger in this very national forest, that you do not have the upper hand you think you do.” 

“Shit, your powers-”

“Yes.” Indrid snarls lunging forward and knocking Duck backwards. The other man drops easily, doesn’t move a muscle when Indrid traps both hands beneath clawed fingers, “There are so many things I know because of them. But there’s one I do not. And I intend to learn it.” 

His grin spurs Duck to move, thrashing ineffectively. Indrid uses Duck’s momentum to his favor, lets the hero flip himself onto his stomach, offering Indrid the chance to use the one hold Duck has trouble escaping even with all his strength. 

“Ah ah, none of that. It’s high time you and I had a discussion.”

“Fine,” Duck spits into the ground, “do your worst. Just, just promise me you’ll leave the others out of it.”

“Excuse me?” Indrid sees the futures resetting and his self-loathing doubles.

“The other heroes, Lady Flame and The Crooked Man and all them. And, well, anyone who ain’t a hero who I care about. Promise me you won’t go after them.”

“Is that truly what you think of me?” Indrid whispers, releasing his hold. 

Duck flips back over with enough force to throw Indrid several feet away, “You just lured me into the woods to brag about knowin my name, what the fuck else should I think?”

“You’re right, that is a logical conclusion.” Indrid says weakly, sitting up, “And you answered my question. I knew you couldn’t possibly feel anything fond towards me.”

Crickets chirp and fireflies flicker in the space between them as neither speaks for a two second eternity. Indrid looks down, ashamed.

“Hold up, you were tryin to figure out my...feelings for you? What, uh, what makes you think I even got any?”

“Oh please, you’ve grown increasingly flirtatious during our fights. You’ve shown me mercy when many others wouldn’t have. And please don’t attempt to lie. We both know how that goes.”

“Yeah.” Duck scratches the back of his neck, sheepishly, “See, I knew folks had tried to talk you into comin over to our side before. But no one had tried, uh, romacin you over.”

Indrid’s fingers curl in the grass beneath him, “Were you trying to seduce me over to your side?”

“I mean, that was part of my original plan. But you gotta understand there was more to it than that. I knew that before you started bein a villain, you were an artist and sometimes citizen scientist. And then-”

“Yes, yes” Indrid rubs his temples, “I experienced an accident that lead to the development of my future seeing capabilities and changed my appearance. Every book, blog, and news story that’s included me in it repeats that, there’s no need to rehash it here.”

“You didn’t let me finish; I also know you were the fella that tipped off the EPA to the fact that GenTech was pollutin the water.”

Indrid blinks, “How?”

“I was workin the ranger station the day a fella named Indrid Cold asked Juno to come out an look at some frogs. Mutated ones, ones he’d been watchin and drawin since they were tadpoles. Heard him say he was gonna do somethin about it. Then suddenly the nice, cute, quiet fella with the silver hair ain’t shown up in two weeks, when normally he comes by every few days to draw in the park. And the CEO of GenTech is on T.V sayin how pleased he is that the EPA investigation went nowhere because the informant 'skipped town.’“

He shudders as the memories close in with each word of his confession, “They released a toxin. In my apartment. I’m certain they thought it would kill me. I woke up to my wings splitting through my skin, a cacophony of futures in my mind. I was so frightened, I kept screaming for help. They’d had their goons pose as emergency personnel, evacuating the building for a ‘gas leak.’ No one came to help me. I passed out in pain and confusion, only came to when they chucked me into the lake, weights tied to me. Thank heavens for my claws.”

He doesn't want to keep speaking, eyes stinging and throat as tight as it was the night he lay gasping on his floor.

Duck’s drawl is soft when he, mercifully, continues his story rather than pressing Indrid for more of his, “Then another two weeks go by, and I get a funny phone call at the station, warnin me that there’s gonna be a downpour that sends a mudslide into one of the most crowded campsites, killin twenty five. Thacker and me evacuated. No one died. Found out later lots of other folks got calls like that over the course of a few weeks, but most ignored ‘em, thought the fella was crazy. Six months later the calls stop and Emperor Moth kidnaps GenTechs CEO. And, well, you know our history from there.”

“You’ve known who I was this whole time?”

“Had a hunch. Started payin closer attention to you when we met, and recognized your features, even with the glasses and the changes from the toxin. Remembered you talkin with me at the station, the way you’d laugh, how excited you got when you saw it was me workin. Thought maybe I might be able to win you back.”

Indrid tucks his knees to his chest, rests his forehead against them

“You ain’t a monster Indrid. Hell, you ain’t even much of a villain.” Fabric scuffing along grass and dirt signals Duck coming closer, and Indrid wraps his wings around himself. 

“Whoah, hey now, I ain’t gonna hurt you. Far as I’m concerned, unless you haul off and punch me or somethin we got a truce.” Warm fingertips press the edges of his wings and he retracts them stiffly, nerves too taut with leftover adrenaline and buried memories for his body to relax. 

“Indrid?” 

He looks up simultaneously hating the concern on Duck’s face and dying to throw himself forward to beg for forgiveness, for comfort. For Duck to say his name again.

“No one’s called me that in two years.” 

“Always liked it. Was distinct, same as you.”

“Not nearly as creative as Duck.”

“It’s a nickname.”

“It’s a good one.”

Duck continues stroking the edge of his wing, “You wanna come back to my hideout?”

“You’d show me? Just like that?”

A shrug, “You tellin me you wanna jump right back in to bein the scary villain who wants to hunt me down.”

“No.” Indrid replies meekly, “I want, ah, hmmm, honeslty I want to bury myself in the earth like a cicada can come out in a few decades.”

“Den’s underground. How about you plan on layin low there for a bit, takin some time to sort things out and rest?”

“That’s a start, wait, did you seriously name your hideout-”

“The Bear Den? Yep.” Duck helps Indrid up, loops his right arm through Indrid’s left and guides him towards the south end of the forest. 

“By the by, I know that weren’t gasoline you tossed everywhere. Thanks for waterin the plants.”

“You’re welcome.”

They hit a frontage road and follow it, “I’m sorry if the flirtin messed with you at all. Didn’t mean for it to. But I meant every word. You look damn good in black.”

“Thank you.” Indrid chuckles, “You look striking in many shades of green.”

“You know it. Here we are.” 

“This is a cabin.”

Duck bends over and puts his hand on the cellar doors. There are three distinct clicks, and then the faux wood panels slide back.

“Oooh, very nice.”

“Pretty pleased with it. Took a few designs to get the camouflage right.” He takes the first step down, turns and offers Indrid his hand. When Indrid takes it, rough, gentle lips meet the back of his hand. 

When their eyes meet, he’s grinning like a lovesick teenager and Duck’s eyes put the fireflies to shame.

“Welcome home, Indrid.”

Indrid would like to say that he spent his first night pouring out his soul, atoning for all his wrongs, and taking stock of his life and needs.

But the truth is that it takes only a few minutes before he’s staggering into a warm, cozy bedroom and burrowing beneath covers of the large bed. Duck takes up a spot beside him, reading contentedly as Indrid settles in. Then Indrid curls up against him, and as a kind, comforting hand caresses his wings and hair he falls hard and gratefully into a peaceful sleep.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Let’s talk about The Twist of Good Omens (Pt. 1 of 2).

This is HALF a meta / scene analysis and praise for the actors, and HALF an Ineffable headcanon following the meta, so I hope you’ll bare with me as my brain spews out this shit that’s been going through it all week. It’s gotten really long, so I’m going to split up the meta / analysis and the headcanon into two separate posts because as I was writing this, it was getting long, and I know some people are here for either/or.

Spoilers follow, obviously.

A little known fact about me (or perhaps well known if you’ve been here for a long time) is that I LOVE the body swap / face swap trope. OBSESSED ABOUT IT. Loved it since I was a kid. I think it’s more the psychology of it that interests me (like I also consider “plopping a brain into a robot” part of this trope too, and the ensuing crisis intrigues me... a lot of my old Sonic fanfiction dealt with this type of thing). That and my innate desire to not be me, but I digress. One of my favourite movies ever is Face/Off... not a fantastic movie by any means, but damn if I didn’t obsess about it because of the psychology of it all. I LOVE watching actors pretend they’re the other actor playing their role. It’s amazing to me.

And AS someone who has consumed this trope like life since as long as I’ve consumed media, it probably took me less than a couple minutes to spot the twist ending in Good Omens. I immediately sensed something was off, mainly in their discussion in the park and  the mannerisms of the characters when they went to their respective places. 

When Aziraphale hesitated on saying “ineffable”  before death showed up, THEN Crowley’s hesitation on what Death’s appearance was, and THEN the “tickety-boo” from Crowley, is when something was niggling at me upon first watch of the scene. I wasn’t REALLY certain about my suspicions until C!Aziraphale and Gabriel were talking in the scene immediately following. Azzie was VERY subdued in Heaven, more like he was just trying to buy time or he was bored, when in the past he would... well, essentially not shut up and try to make small talk when he was confronted by the Gabriel or the other Angels. 

Instead he looked like a man who was lowkey annoyed and bored of being there, like he’s seen it all before. He didn’t question the demon bringing up the Hellfire. Just placid indifference.

It threw me for a loop, and that’s when I said, “Oh, they switched bodies, didn’t they??”. And it’s upon rewatches that I really REALLY became obsessed with this entire ending scene, because that’s when everything sort of falls into place, and you begin to see the minutiae of Sheen’s and Tennant’s acting in these scenes, and ALL the previous mannerisms from their characters are absorbed into each other’s portrayal of, well, each other. Essentially: “David, play this scene the way Michael would play this scene as if he were pretending to be you shamming the demons.” It’s amazing.

Here’s where I need to fucking praise Sheen and Tennant on their acting, because GODDAMN did they ever get each other’s mannerisms down pat, because upon subsequent rewatches, this is where I’m seeing all the clues about the twist ending that are GLARING, and I AM LIVING FOR IT.

So let’s jump back to the beginning of the scene, where they each return to their respective favourite material things: Upon returning, each character, if they were themselves, would have been OVERJOYED by their material items being back in tact. Azzie loves his books, and Crowley LOVES his car. Instead we just see... indifferent satisfaction that everything was restored? It was odd, but not alarming. You could stock it up to them being tired from the events of the day. It was still red flag one, for me.

Now, I’m not going to point this one out as “red flag two” because I can’t recall at all a time BEFORE this scene if this next thing ever happened, and perhaps someone can let me know if they recall before I get a chance to do my fourth run-through of the series: The flavours of ice cream they each end up eating; it would be a tell if they’re each eating what the other normally does. It would be a neat little clue that they each don’t realize they’re really doing that’s out of character. So... red flag 1.5 I will say until confirmation. 

The “tickety boo”, I’m going to label as a Red Flag 2: rewatching the series, we see Azzie uses the phrase when shit’s going tits up. Crowley mocked him for it, but never ever said it other than that one time. On first watch, you just write it off as Crowley picking up Azzie’s phrases, since Crowley says a lot of silly phrases, but upon second watch, you’re like, OH SHIT, wow, it’s totally Azzie, should have seen that.

Then there’s each of them in Heaven and Hell. I already talked about my tip-offs for Azzie, so let’s talk Crowley. A!Crowley was stammering on his speech, in that way that Azzie does when he’s nervous and unsure of himself and he’s trying to formulate his thoughts and understand what is happening. He was SURPRISED about Michael working with the demons, because – even though he saw Beelzebub and Gabriel interact, he had no idea how twisted in their own schemes both sides were. This is uncharacteristic behaviour for Crowley, I think anyway, because he would know that some of the Angels get away with all kinds of shit and STILL never Fall. Azzie... ahh, I love him, but I don’t think he would.

And A!Crowley STOOD like Azzie would... Crowley has this... way he sort of stands still (ie. trying to be cool but he’s really not). He wasn’t doing that at all in this scene. And the fact he was concerned about his clothes getting ruined? Yeah, when has that ever stopped Crowley? It was sort of a sweet thing that  this Lovely here pointed out and I only remembered about it when I read this post. Azzie didn’t want Crowley’s brand new coat to get ruined, aww. 

Jumping back to C!Aziraphale, still super quiet and indifferent and almost ANNOYED at the proceedings, and not once does he stammer at all. Azzie always stammers (a little more than his usual speech patterns, anyway) when facing the Angels, especially Gabriel, but this is legit the first time he doesn’t. Just smart-arse remarks and a “devil may care” (hur dur) attitude about the proceedings. 

I think I was 90% sure about my theory about the twist when the the bathtub scene that follows appears, because it didn’t really make sense to me in my head that the Holy Water WASN’T doing anything. The demons later surmise it’s because they’ve “gone native”, but are they really sure? Hmm. Anyway, this whole scene is HILARIOUS to me upon rewatch, because it’s now Azzie CERTAIN that he can’t be harmed here from the punishment even if he’s wearing Crowley’s face, and he FINALLY lets himself BE his own person. Funny how him seeing through a demon’s eyes is WHY he finally lets go (which, you know, is kind of what happened with Crowley 6000 years before... realized the world wasn’t fair and it wasn’t going to treat him with kindness). He finally understands Crowley, I think, in a way, because of this incident. 

Azzie is FINALLY certain and unafraid of being himself. He no longer stammers, and literally strikes fear into the demons in the dorkiest of ways and THEN secures Crowley’s future of being left alone. That tiny little thing there is really sweet and so Azzie. 

As for C!Aziraphale, he’s a dramatic bitch in the Hellfire to scare away the Angels. And though it’s not seen, I’m certain Crowley would have guaranteed Azzie’s safety in the same way that Azzie did his... I’m just assuming since it’s alluded to in their final park-bench conversation.

And – segue! – as we switch back to the park bench scene, I think this was when I was, on my first watch, all “yep, they switched”. Look at even just the camera pan-in: they’re sitting on the wrong sides (Crowley has ALWAYS sat to Azzie’s left-hand side), and Azzie is slouching. Azzie NEVER slouches, just as Crowley is never straight-backed and proper when he sits. I absolutely adore Tennant playing a reassuring-Azzie so beautifully, and then the uptick in the intonation of “Anyone looking?” is SO Aziraphale, that if you hadn’t picked up the clues by now, that should have set you off, as well as... why would Aziraphale know if “anyone is looking”? Crowley has ALWAYS been the one who’s able to sense other beings around, and I feel like it’s BECAUSE of his status as a demon that he can do this (as a former angel, it might be a “skill” he retained when he fell, and then gained the skill to sense other demons, so then he would be able to tell if either-or are around, whereas Azzie would only be able to sense love, happiness, and other angels, is my theory).

AHHH And then. AND THEN, Sheen’s impersonation of Tennant’s speech patterns when he says “Right. Swap back then?” and then with the face he makes. It’s ALL Crowley right there. GAWD, perfection.

I love their little interaction after the switch... Azzie is just SO DAMNED PROUD OF HIMSELF, WHAT A PRECIOUS CINNAMON ROLL. And Crowley is enamoured by it all. He VISIBLY sees the change in Azzie, what seeing the world through Crowley’s eyes has done to him. So much so he chances to ask Azzie out, and he FINALLY accepts, no hesitation.

AH. That’s a WHOLE other meta in-of itself.

Next, Part 2, is my head canon for the lead up to this scene. It’s more of a musing than anything else, spawned by a thought I had about why are they able to switch so easily... and how did they know that they could? It won’t be nearly as long as this so I should have it up in a few days when I have a free moment :)

Anyway, I’d love for y’all to add your own thoughts or expand upon mine here if you’ve anything to say!

Cheers everyone, and welcome new people to my blog that my other GO meta may have enticed you to here <3 We’ll see how many meta this show squeezes out of my brain, probably not nearly as much as Johnlock does, but there we are, LOL <3

[onepunchmiss]

OPM s2e6 Live Blog

“The Monster Uprising”

Sorry this is later than usual. I’ve been having some personal issues lately that have been rather time consuming. But anyway yall ain’t here for that! So let’s get on with the episode. As always, I’m watching from the perspective of someone who has read both the manga and web comic

Once again, picking up right where we left off! Suiryu finally makes his fighting debut. He’s been introduced like what, 3 episodes ago? But honestly idgaf about him nearly as much as

MAX MY BOI I KNOW HOW THIS ENDS FOR YOU BUT I’M ROUTING FOR YOU ANYWAY. Oh god I gotta say, I forgot Suirya has a couple nightmare faces yikes. Also, I love how the Sea King keeps having an impact on heroes so long after his defeat. First Prisoner during the alien invasion, then Max and I know in just a bit Snek too. What a villain. Jeez, the mildly ominous music really isn’t subtle about making Suiryu out to be antagonistic, yeah? Also, this is the most we’ve heard him talk so far- Suiryu’s voice is exactly what I imagined I love it. MAX NO ITS OK I LOVE YOU ANYWAY AND SUIRYU IS A DICK ITS FINE YOU DID GREAT

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this is the sixth episode this season and i STILL pause every time Zombieman is in the intro. Even his tiny silhouette at the end. just

NGAH BEST ONE YET MY BBY GIRL

Ok ok back to the action. Genos makes a good point and I wonder that, too. Saitama broke his limiter through sheer willpower right, like thats crazy but also not THAT crazy. Is he REALLY the only person EVER to have done that thus far (aside from probably blast)? Thankfully no monster ever has otherwise we’d surely know about it. Is Saitama really just THAT insane? Its not even like he had an extreme desire his whole life, he just beat some crab guy and snapped one day? OH OH GENO’S PHONE OS RINGING MONSTERS! MONSTER! MO N S T ER S ! aw wait no go to the monsters hey

OH WAIT NEVERMIND THIS IS OK SNEK SNEK S N E K OK I actually really like him?? He’s like they show’s resident butt-monkey but also just a good guy.

OH HEY THAATS DIFFERENT!?!? Wow ok so in the manga, it just happened by chance that the cheering in the stadium was so loud that no one heard the monster evacuation alarms, but here they’re setting up Bakuzan preemptively as an asshole who actively disregarded the alarm and everyone’s safety (although he kinda has a point?). Because the way he acts later on is clearly not evil enough already? I feel like that’s unnecessary but it doesn’t add or detract from anything really so whatever I guess?

FUCKIN KEK DAVE. Top tier humor ffs the random mundane name joke will never get old fite me ooh Oh good god OK Choze’s face is also terrifying oh no. Dude you don’t need a monster cell you ALREADY LOOK LIKE ONE but OK

YASSS GENOS SLAY YAAASSSSS He finally wins a few rounds WITHOUT losing any limbs! IM JUST! SO EXCITED TO SEE HIM FIGHTING YASSS WAIT NO GO BACK HEKK so much jumping around is making this more difficult to maintain any semblance of coherency asdfghjk

HAH you know what? When I was rereading the manga and came across face ripper, I thought to myself he looks like he would be some tan/ olive/ pale purple color or something so I bet the anime will be like HAHA RED BITCH. and looky here. I’m catching on finally. hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Genos my boy my son you are such a bad ass and I love you hhhhhhhhhhhhhh HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAA AWAKENED COCKROACH AWAKENED COCKROACH ALREADY FUCK THIS EPISODE IS HAPPENING FASTER THAN I ANTICIPATED HECK HECK THERE GOES MY HEART RATE I THOUGHT I WAS PREPARED ALAS I AM BUT A FO O L

HAH I think this is anime-only too?? I dont remember it Why is this so funny what the fuck?? “Dark Hell Killing” Juijitsu omg calm down you absolute edgelord literally half of that name would have been sufficient.

FFFFFFFFFF The slowly building intense music just cut off like- I was so distracted by Bakuzam’s freaky murder face i forgot this happened DAMNIT SAITAMA i NEED my LUNGS to BREATH but no i LAFF and then the silence in the stadium turns to TRIUMPHANT MUSIC as if that was some valiant victory and THAT SOUR FACE FACE FUCK IM DEAD ITS TOO GOOD IM DEAD

Aw Tareo Sweetheart its ok noooooo also side note don’t they also mention Metal Bat is hospitalized? Hey! HEY! TALK ABOUT MY OTHER SON WE DONT EVEN SEE HIM FOREVER HEY oh oh I spoke too soon my b my b

Well shit it’s Shiny vs Shiny jeezus. I don’t have a particular issue with the coloring of Genos’ arms and such but this is just very noticable- Roach could’ve done without the SHINE. Eyyyy a complimentary Sonic for all yall SOS fans out there HAH “No matter it’s still fatal” r u sure about that child r u sure

AAHHH THE WIFE AGAINNNN yo I have A Lot Of Thoughts ™ about the females in OPM that I think I’ll make a separate post about because of the inevitable backlash of Super-S’ design.

OH FUCK COOL SHOT COOL COOL OH FUCK THAT WAS COOL TOO OUT OF NO WHERE hey wait was that supposed to be the Hell Storm attack? WHAT REALLY. AW MAN I was getting hyped about how that would look cmon

Super-S with messed up hair is perfection just saying

Also, Tatsumaki is the definition of Yandere and its terrifying jeez.

Terrifying, but also this. HEK

Aw snekm nooooo I BELIEVE IN YOU OK HES A DICK DONT LISTEN TO HIM YOU JUST WAIT A FEW EPISODES SWEETHEART THEN YOULL SEE

Oh weird dude seeing the Madhouse animation in the middle of season 2 is weird  not jarring which is good because at least to me that means JC staff is keeping up well enough but still weirdddd

“Everything about you disgusts me” me too snek DONT LISTEN TO HIM HES A DICK

((((((((((((((((((((ew amai mask go away)))))))))))))))))))))

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I SCREAM FOR THE FIRST TIME OUT LOUD I WAS HONESTLY DOUBTING HED BE SHOWN CAUSE THEY SKIPPED SOME OTHER MONSTERS BEFORE BUT THERE HE IS NYAN NYANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

OOF OUCH I FELT THAT KICK THE IMPACT IN MY BONES

ok post credits scene i have an idea of what it might be and I’m shaking in my seat but hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

HECK HECK HECK HECK HECK HECK HECK HECK HECK HECK HECK HECK HECK HECK HECK HECK HECK HECK HECK

yoooooooooooooooooooooo I WAS NOT IMAGINING GYOROS VOICE LIKE THAT HONESTLY I WAS READING IN ALL IN URSULA’S VOICE LIKE FROM THE LITTLE MERMAID BUT OK THIS IS GOOD OH FUCK GOUKETSU OH HECK OK HEY AT LEAST HES NOT RAINBOW COLORED BUT HECK OH GENOS NO

OH HEY BITCH YOU DIDNT DO SHIT AGAINST METAL BAT YOU GOT LUCKY HE DOESNT COUNT

THERE IS LITERALLY NO AVOIDING IT NOW NEXT WEEK CHILD EMPEROR MY DEAR AND DRIVE KNIGHT AT THE VERY LEAST LIKE THIS IS LITERALLY CONFIRMED AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Good Episode GOOD EPISODE OK so my least favorite thing easily was the cop-out on Fubuki’s Hell Storm attack but otherwise my favorite thing was??? I dont know?? Like this episode was a lot of build up for next week’s episode but also so much happened anyway?? I loved seeing Genos in action and also BDSM Wife AND OROCHI AND GYORO and also also I know a lot of people have an issue with the existence of the tournament thing in general but I don’t mind it because its hilarious honestly and all of the happenings otherwise feel well balanced enough sooooooooo yeah I’m SO PUMPED for next week like bring me THE S CLASS BRING ME BRING 

[the-desolated-quill]

Flesh And Stone - Doctor Who blog

(SPOILER WARNING: The following is an in-depth critical analysis. If you haven’t seen this episode yet, you may want to before reading this review)

Oh bloody, buggering hell! It was all going so well until Moffat decided to get all clever-clever with it! Why can’t he ever just keep things simple?!

Flesh And Stone picks up immediately from where The Time Of Angels ended. The Doctor shoots the gravity globe at the same time the group jumps, causing a gravitational boost that propels them onto the ship, where its artificial gravity catches them (I’m not touching this scene with a barge pole. I’m just going to put it down to Doctor Who space logic and move on).

Now credit where its due, I thought the first third of Flesh And Stone was exceptionally good. Having done all the creepy, atmospheric setup in the previous episode, it’s all systems go here. The scene in the corridor was incredibly tense with the Weeping Angels slowly advancing on them in the deadliest game of Grandmother’s Footsteps ever played. And then it gets even more frightening when the Doctor needs to turn the lights off in order to open the door.

The Weeping Angels are presented as a powerful force to be reckoned with here. Despite magnetising the doors, the Angels are still strong enough to break through. Guns don’t work on them. The forest gives them plenty of places to hide (brief side note, I love the idea of the ‘oxygen factory’ being a forest on a spaceship), and to cap it all off the Angels are still playing mind games with Amy, forcing her to count down to her death. It’s immensely creepy.

But the undisputed star of the show has to be Matt Smith. He runs the whole gambit of emotions here. He’s funny and quirky, but at times often callous, like when he talks to Angel Bob and repeatedly makes puns about being alive. The scene where he leaves Octavian to die was really impactful. You can tell he doesn’t want to leave him, but he also knows he has no choice and that there’s no way to save him. The look of sorrow and guilt on his face really punched a gut. And he clearly cares a lot about Amy and her safety. There are a few points where he almost coldly dismisses her fears, but only because he’s thinking desperately of ways to help her, and his raw anger and distress when Amy is left alone in the forest was very powerful indeed.

All in all, this was shaping up to be a pretty awesome episode.

And then that fucking crack showed up!

With the possible exception of Bad Wolf in the first series, the series arcs in New Who have always been consistently rubbish, but at least RTD kept them in the background as Easter Eggs until the finale. The cracks in time seemed to be going the same way until this episode where they just barge into the story, wrestle the spotlight away from the much scarier and more interesting Weeping Angels and completely trash the creepy atmosphere. I’m not saying the idea of a crack in time that can erase people from existence isn’t interesting, but there’s a time and a place. Moffat might as well have just stuck his own butt crack into the episode. It would have had the same effect.

And if that’s not bad enough, Moffat then begins to reduce the threat of the Weeping Angels not just by putting them on the backseat, but also by changing the rules. The scene where Amy has to walk through the forest alone with her eyes shut should have been utterly terrifying, but it’s ruined by Moffat’s own idiotic handling of the Angels.

The Doctor tells Amy that it’s possible to trick the Angels into thinking she can see them. But... they already know she can’t see them. She has to keep her eyes shut otherwise she’ll die from the Angel in her mind that they implanted. So why would they be fooled by that? Also how the fuck are you supposed to trick somebody into thinking you can see them? A woman stumbling around in the woods with her eyes shut isn’t going to fool anybody. Then there’s the added issue that all of this implies that the Angels have control over their quantum locking abilities, and I’m pretty sure it’s not supposed to work like that. They’re supposed to freeze whenever anybody looks at them, including each other. If they have the ability to just turn it on and off whenever they feel like it, why bother doing it at all? Why not just pounce on their victims and get it over with? And if they have control over it, how were they defeated in Blink?

And then Moffat commits the ultimate sin.

WE SEE THE ANGELS MOVE.

Apart from the fact that it completely robs them of what makes them so scary in the first place, it also completely contradicts what we already know about them. Think back to Blink. When Sally Sparrow was roaming around that house and found the TARDIS key, how come the Angels didn’t attack her? It was because we, the audience, were looking at them. This is demonstrated when Sally walks past an Angel, obscuring our view of it, and we see it change positions. This was a really clever idea and a great way of getting kids involved with the story. Up until now, The Time Of Angels and Flesh And Stone remained consistent with this too. We are, in a sense, protecting the characters from harm. So when Amy is surrounded by Angels in the forest, they should not be able to move because we’re still looking at them. But oh no. Moffat just wants us to forget about that now because it’s suddenly inconvenient to the plot. And that’s always been one of the biggest problems with Moffat’s writing. It’s hard to be invested in a story when the established rules can just randomly change whenever the writer feels like it.

In the end it suddenly becomes abundantly clear why the crack in time really showed up. It wasn’t to propel a series arc. It was merely to provide a convenient deus ex machina to vanquish the Angels without the characters having to lift a finger. In fact, with the Angels now erased from time, the story doesn’t even make sense anymore. If the Angels never existed, how did the spaceship crash? And how does River Song think this is going to earn her a pardon? Technically it never happened. Why aren’t there a bunch of soldiers standing around, scratching their heads, wondering what they’re doing there?

Oh yeah. I suppose I should talk about River Song’s bullshit mystery. So she’s in prison apparently for killing a man. A good man. A brave man. The best man she ever knew. A hero to many.

Well gee. I wonder who this could be referring to. I mean it could be anybody. No, but seriously. It’s definitely Rory. (Did you know people at the time actually, genuinely speculated that? Those fucking idiots).

And then... there’s the ending... Oh Jesus.

I don’t think there are words that have even been invented yet to express how fucking inappropriate this is, but sod it. I’m going to try anyway.

For starters, this is a family show. I don’t think kids should have to be subjected to the sight of Amy trying to get into the Doctor’s pants. Second, this has become a recurring problem in Moffat’s stories. He has often stated that his stories have a sexual undertone to them, most notably The Empty Child two parter with the Doctor and Captain Jack comparing sonic screwdriver sizes, and a lot of his female characters are often reduced to these kinds of one dimensional, dominatrix-y types, which is sexist as shit. And third, this scene just comes right the fuck out off nowhere. There’s no build-up to it whatsoever and it doesn’t actually serve a purpose. No. Yuck. Take it away.

Cut out all the pointless bullshit with River Song and Moffat’s crack (in time. Come on guys. Grow up), The Time Of Angels and Flesh And Stone could have been an excellent two parter and a worthy successor to Blink. Instead, while there are some good moments here and there, the whole thing just feels like a squandered opportunity.

[misfits1a]

ily @fandom-phaser, let’s do this

1. what do you prefer to be called name wise?

kyra. ky, by close friends. & my cousin has been calling me “bae” for the longest time that i tend to get butthurt when she doesn’t call me that 😂

2. when is your birthday?

ouf. uhm, april. i’m an aries.

3. where do you live?

minnesowta (minnesota)

4. three things you are doing right now

doing this; watching “top 10 endgame moments”; & googling rudy pankow

5. four fandoms that have piqued your interest right now?

outer banks; rupaul’s drag race (& drag race all stars); umbrella academy; legends of tomorrow (i love my ragtime team of time travelling dumbasses)

6. how’s the pandemic treating you?

it was terrible at first, but i’m getting through it now. i’m not as down as i was at the beginning. i do online therapy (which works for me), i’ve been working on practicing more self care, and i can still go to work and see all the smiles that make my day every time so

7. a song you can’t stop listening to right now

“supersonic” by detox

8. recommended a movie

alright my brother & i just bought and watched the new sonic movie and it was actually better than i thought it’d be and super funny; i’ll be quoting it for a while

9. how old are you

22

10. school, university, occupation or other?

i’m a teacher’s aide/float at a childcare center, and am currently working on getting my cda. i eventually want to go back to school to get a degree in elementary education with a minor in creative writing

11. do you prefer hot or cold?

i figure some people might get upset i don’t want to choose. i literally hate both. i’d like a nice 75°(F), slight breeze, partly cloudy, all day please. if i had to choose, i’d say cold. i just like the feeling of snuggling under covers and warming up.

12. name one thing others may not know about you.

at first i couldn’t think of anything but here it is. i went shopping at wal-mart once, and did self checkout. i had a few big things so i set them aside (still on the conveyor belt), while i bagged my other items. as i went to put the bigger items in the cart, a couple of them scanned and i went to cancel them. the screen said it canceled, so i went ahead and paid but here’s the scoop!! it did not cancel, and i was cuffed for about fifteen minutes for “stealing” until i finally convinced the damn cop to look at my fucking reciept and now i hate wal-mart even more than i did and won’t shop there unless absolutely. necessary.

13. are you shy?

yes, i am. i tend to have crippling social anxiety in most situations, and it takes a while for people to see the real me. only very dedicated people make it long enough to get to know the real me

14. do you have preferred pronouns?

she/her/hers

15. any pet peeves?

a couple that come to mind are when people don’t take responsibility for their actions; guilt-tripping; leaving trash lying around (especially if there’s a trash can in close proximity)

16. what are your hobbies?

writing; drawing (i used to do this all the time before i thought i needed to focus my attention on my writing and didn’t draw for the longest time, but i’m getting back into it); cross-stitching

17. rate your life on a scale of 1-10.

i’d say a 7 these days. i mean work can get hard, but i can’t deny feeling emotionally lighter since starting therapy and practicing self-care, and spending more time outside. also i have a couple great friends

18. what’s your main blog?

@whoseblogsthis

19. list your side blogs and what they’re used for

ahahh i didn’t want to out myself. i have @chrisevansthirst which is, as the name suggests, to thirst over chris evans who i’ve been in love with since i was seven. i have a couple original pg13-ish thoughts on there that i didn’t want to post on this blog, which is the reason i made it in the first place

20. is there anything people need to know about you before they become your friend?

i am a very emotional person, and can go from happy one moment to sad the next. i won’t stand for self-depreciating, and at first i do my best to assure them but if they’re not budging, i tend to tune them out then. i’m very stubborn, and protective of the people and things i love. i can be quite petty and passive aggressive. and my humor can be quite dark. but like i said, if i love someone or something, i tend to love it very deeply and passionately, which can be intimidating to some and sometimes causes people to back away from me

i literally only have one other tumblr friend and that’s @anything-and-everything-20 and any of my other followers who want to do this ✌️

Tag Game

What do you prefer to be called name wise? Rachelle. I’ve never really had any nicknames

When is your birthday? March 10

Where do you live? Canada. More specifically Alberta

Three things you are doing right now? Watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine, eating ice cream, filing out these questions

Four fandoms that have piqued your interest right now? Outer Banks, Glee, RuPauls Drag Race, and the Mortal Instruments because I started re-reading the books

How’s the pandemic treating you? Great. I’ve been getting to sleep in and I don’t have to interact with other people so I’m thriving

A song you can’t stop listening to right now? Fire for you by Cannons which I would highly suggest listening to because it is a jam

Recommend a movie? The Imitation Game. Or if you want a really great tv show to watch I’d recommend Hollywood on Netflix

How old are you? 18

School, university, occupation, other? Just graduated high school

Do you prefer hot or cold? Cold

Name one thing that others may not know about you?

Are you shy? Yes. Very shy

Do you have any preferred pronouns? She/her

Any pet peeves? When adults are cast at teenagers in movies/shows

What are your hobbies? Reading, drawing, writing

Rate your life on a scale of 1-10, 1 being the worst and 10 being the best? Like a 5. I love my life but I wouldn’t say it’s the best and I wouldn’t say it’s the worst.

What’s your main blog? This one

List your side blogs and what they’re used for? @mywallpaperisfictional which is used for wallpapers so if anyone has any requests feel free to send them that way

Is there anything people need to know about you before they become friends with you? I basically only talk about fandom related things so you’re going to have to put up with my obsessing over fictional characters

Thank you @filmmakingismylife16 for the tag!!

I tag @fandom-phaser @maybe-maybanks and anyone else who wants to do this!

[waldowski89-blog]

Blog 220317 (late)

Hello again,

I’ll be normal this time. So the last blog was written after a few drinks (obviously). Let me explain: I’ve been working on a story and yesterday I decided to just jump into it. After these two weeks are up I will post the first proper part. Hold me accountable for that!

So, what can I say? It’s actually been very helpful doing this. I know that in saying that I’m probably going to get some shit but (in the voice of Arin Hansen impersonating Sonic) “whatever, fuck it!”

Don’t worry also. I’m not losing it. What I posted yesterday was a bit crazy and didn’t make much sense but hopefully as the story unfolds it will.

I’ve met quite a few good people around the internet. I may thank them at some point on here. Some people I’ve met in real life have helped me too and I won’t forget them… even if they forget me.

This may go on Tumblr after midnight though. I got a bit behind with things.

Anyway, all that stuff is boring right? So ummmmmm I really don’t have anything interesting to say.

I said I failed at the end of yesterday’s blog because I didn’t do 1,000 words however I felt it was finished at that point. Anything else would have felt tacked on.

Wow, this is only 227 words. Why am I doing this? It was a challenge. I want to make people laugh or smile or be intrigued. Make people think. Maybe I should train as a teacher. Actually that would probably be a bad idea. Can you imagine this drunken mess in a classroom. Wow, I would want to teach English and that’s a bit of a stereotype. Educating Rita had a drinking English teacher in it. Bully the video game had one too.

So, Good Mythical Morning have been going through some changes haven’t they? They stopped selling their mugs. They’ve changed their third (?) fourth (?) channel. I think they are putting Ear Biscuits on it and other fun things. Definitely worth a look.

From drinking to GMM quite a tangent. So, it’s twelve O’clock here in Britain and I’ve kinda failed my challenge. Well, I’ll keep going with this and see if I can get to one thousand… see I said one thousand to pad it out. (God, this is like those three minute videos on YouTube that have a card that lasts seven minutes to make it to ten. Well, at least I don’t get paid for this. Wink wink)

I shouldn’t subject people to this really. Maybe I should read this out at a stand up comedy show and see what the crowd do… maybe not. I wonder if this is the definition of a joke going too far? In that I’m the joke and I just keep rambling? Maybe we’ll get somewhere eventually. Somewhere meaningful.

I’m listening to Vitalic - Rave Age “La Mort Sur Le Dancefloor” I like that track and “Fade Away”. That last sentence was eighteen words and we’ve just gone over five hundred. Are you still with me, or have you killed yourself. That became a big thing on the internet, didn’t it? (Yes it did Andrew, jeez)

Why do I constantly argue with myself?

Never mind most of this is bullshit. So, Waldowski was a character… what was his story again? He was a more grumpy, shouty version of myself. He definitely was much more of a drinker than I am. Wait, this is getting confusing. I think Colossal is Crazy said that to KeemStar once. That he switches between KeemStar and Daniel Keem sometimes. I don’t really follow the drama stuff anymore though. It was interesting for a few months but I got bored of it. I might delve into it again at one point.

That’s what I was going to say… or rather write. All that self pittying about me above is apparently the kind of thing posted on Tumblr. I mean what else do people use websites for other than complaining about something. Sports, politics, religion etc… Some people do use it positively though, like talking about travel or posting positive quotes or interests and hobbies. Also, I’ve got about four hours left if I was trying to post this on time in America… that’s positive, right? Kind of?

What is it about posting this stuff to complete strangers is so much better than letting people you know in real life read? I dunno… we’re all still people after all. Unless you find one of those bots… then it’s not a people… it’s a bot. Microsoft created an AI too didn’t they? It was deactivated after a few weeks (I think) because the internet ruined it with memes. Why is that so funny? They created something and thought it was going to be positive then it started spewing out Harambe stuff and racist stuff and other stuff. The internet destroyed it. It’s like when someone sees a budding flower and they just jump all over it, crushing it into the ground and…

Oh, sorry what was I saying… I passed out. Crikey or blimey… I can’t post this can I? Wait that’s probably a meme for me.

Meme’s: “I can’t post that can I?” “Crikey, oh sorry, I meant blimey.” “Crikey.” “Blimey.” “I’m British.” “So… shit!” “I just died.” “TAKE FIVE HUNDRED!” “It’s all right, I’ll do it this time… shit.” “Wow these people are angry.” “Um.”

(can I really just make up memes for the rest of the one thousand words?)

“No.” *coughs*

Right well, it’s probably time to wrap up. I’m going to keep on keeping on with this and like I said hopefully we’ll get somewhere interesting. Unless I just alienate the audience. Side Note: That is a technique used in some off off broadway shows I think. I remember learning about it. Samuel Beckett uses that method. It’s all existential ramblings. (Did you just try and compare yourself to Samuel Beckett?) No, I just mean that’s a thing… nevermind.

My name’s Waldowski. Thank you to every single one of you who read this and I may see you tomorrow!

CUT!

“I bubbed him good.”

“BUUUUUUUUUUB!” (I’m not even gonna read this back. It’s going straight up)

[arioko]

......might fuck around a make a sonic side blog 👀