#another long post

[theanxiousbookdevourer]

I love learning all these little, weird things about the characters in Disco Elysium. Like, is Bird's Nest Roy not one of the weirdest little guys you've ever met?

He doesn't like beaches.

He doesn't like music...

... but he records random sounds...

... including the Col Do Ma Ma Daqua.

He also spends about 10% of any given interaction spacing out.

But to get a little more serious, I think there's a lot more to him. I even think it's possible to draw parallels between Bird's Nest Roy and Lt. Kim Kitsuragi.

He, like Lt. Kitsuragi with the RCM, was part of a voluntary clean-up organization...

... despite knowing it wouldn't do much good.

He's also very willing to look away and distance himself from things of which he doesn't approve or doesn't want to get entangled.

In this very same exchange, you can see Lt. Kitsuragi try to distance himself from your bad decisions in the same way, if you choose to take Pyrholidion.

I think the biggest difference between Bird's Nest Roy and Lt. Kitsuragi is that Bird's Nest Roy acts like he's a cynic...

... but the fact that he tried to help with the People's Pile makes me think he's not.

In fact, he likes imagining, losing himself in his own thoughts, more than anything real.

Did you see that? Did you get what he's saying?

The Man from Hjelmdall may not have been real before the stories were written and read, but he's real now, because he's in the stories.

I don't think Lt. Kitsuragi agrees with that.

But I do.

And if you're reading this post, I bet you do too. You had no idea who Bird's Nest Roy or Lt. Kim Kitsuragi or Raphaël Ambrosius Costeau was.

But you do now.

[infinialtairs]

~ Rayman and Casper in each different scenarios ~ (and...art styles I suppose)

I honestly took it overboard with amount effort I put into this even though it was suppose to be small...the pattern I swear.

But I do like how these turned out pretty much so task successfully failed?

[ ☀️ More below If you're interested in my rambles and separate images 🦊]

So...onto my rambles 2.0:

Rayman (pre-Ramon) and Casper (Non Canon Compliant)

They're sort of THE ONES I focus on a lot...even if it would never HAPPEN in any sorts of way, not even possible for them to interact, left alone...dating. But ey! more fun huh? If they DO happen to interact, it is mostly one sided hatered (from Casper's at least), Rayman only really starts dislike Casper when Casper ""tries"" flirting with him as mock and joke, finding itself annoying and stupid. But eventually liking each other and understanding each perspective's...even if Casper doesn't get Rayman's much still.

2. Ramon and Casper ( Neutral )

This is probably follows the flow of Captain Laserhawk series the most? or at least, it does. I actually been hyperfixate on that concept of them - both in lowest points in their lives but Casper letting Ramon (along with Bullfrog and Dolph) to crash over in small shitty apartment because despite hating Ramon (Rayman before) for his whole life essentially. Casper does sees Ramon in.. new light because Ramon opened his eyes and saw the real true colors of Eden. Now, I don't think they would necessary date? not saying it's impossible but considering their both positions...Ramon NEEDS TIME and HELP and THERAPY badly. (same goes to Dolph, Bullfrog and even Casper even if he will deny.)

3. Rayman? (Fakeman) and Casper ( Toxic )

This also follows mostly the canon of Captain Laserhawk series but INSTEAD of meeting Ramon by mere accident...Fakeman and Casper both meeting up in bar, Fakeman might know something of Casper MORE than he leads onto.. (I won't go in depth of what just yet but it is working in progress...) SO Fakeman purposely tries to flirt with Casper, even when Casper pushes off Fakeman with some jokes, it did get the best of him... They ARE NOT in healthy "relationship" (it's toxic for a reason). Fakeman is only USING Casper for his gains...

4. Rayman and Casper ( Eden's Cutie Restaurant AU )

in other words, completely very fluff and soft core of them where Rayman as waitress having BIG BIG crush on Casper and Casper as more of poet and writer in general, KNOWS Rayman likes him...in some way. the "Will they get together or not?" question lurks over them... I actually don't have a lot to say about this. They just exist if they didn't had traumas.

Separate images without texts:

RAMBLED ONCE AGAIN ABOUT CASPER AND RAYMAN CUZ THEY'RE KEEP BEING IN MY HEAD ARRGHH!!!!

if you have read this far or just wanted see the pics, thank you for your time, solider /pos 🫡💜

[gawrkin]

Young Gawain swearing to avenge his father and kill Pellinore, from Post-Vulgate.

I've partially talked about this in an ask before, but King Lot's death in Post Vulgate creates a hole in the Arthurian narrative, wherein Lot's death early in Gawain's life (stated to be when he was eleven years old, shown above) which basically undermines the idea of Gawain being a part of Arthur's Court.

With Lot's death being from before Gawain becomes knight, it means he wouldn't have the freedom to go out questing and adventuring, "achieving knightly deeds" as he is traditionally supposed to do. Instead, King Lot's Court would be doing everything in their power to prepare Gawain for Kingship, especially in very trying time as having just gotten out of a War with Arthur again.

As Lot's Eldest son, Gawain has a big duty to assume the throne as quickly as he can - maybe even as early as 15 years old, like young Arthur - whilst a regent (presumably Morgause or some other trusted lord) was in place for the time being. No matter his personal wishes, Gawain's station in life is to be a responsible ruler of his inheritance.

All of Gawain's youthful deeds would never happen - Lot's loyalists and courtiers would never allow Gawain and his brothers to go out and do whatever they want, especially not become knights in the court of their enemy, Arthur.

You can also see here how... strangely specific Gawain's vengeance is being directed, towards Pellinore alone and not towards Arthur's faction in general.

Gawain has no reason to like Arthur, especially at his age, since from Gawain's POV:

His father contested Arthur's legitimacy as King, due to the questionable matter of the Sword in the Sword.

Arthur placed his newest and youngest brother and countless other youths in peril for no justification other than a dream said so. Said brother becomes lost for a time and presumed dead.

His father revolted again specifically for this and was killed as a casualty of war, regardless of who specifically killed him.

There's just no reason for Gawain to be obsessed with wanting to kill this one particular person and not simply resenting the whole faction of Logres as complicit in the dishonor of the Kingdom of Orkney.

If Gawain and his brothers are so vengeful enough to direct their hate towards Pellinore onto his family as whole, why is Arthur, Pellinore's comrade and the causer of the Orkney Kingdom's misfortune, suspiciously exempt?

[metalmusingmoments]

@lonelycupcakelol bare with me lol

Bayverse Optimus prime x Human reader.

Takes place during the forth movie where reader and Optimus reunite after each of them went into hiding.

Xxxx

The aftermath of Chicago had left a bitter taste on the human race. The Autobots had defeated the Decepticons but at the cost of thousands of lives and a city. That’s how the world saw it anyway.

The government was quick to react and NEST was disbanded. Only a select few would remain to act as liaisons. Any known human collaborators would be put on house arrest and Autobots would be restricted to a remote base in Nevada.

A year and a half after the battle, the Whitwicky family broke probation and couldn’t be found. Sam, his wife and new born son had escaped. The government was quick to pin it on Bumblebee but he and every other bot had been confined to the base. Y/N never saw Sam again.

When Lennox started to become distant Y/N began to worry. Acting as one of the liaisons between the Autobots and the government constant contact was a necessity, and above that they were friends. Or so Y/N thought.

The last conversation Y/N had with Lennox he had told them he “had to put his family first”. His last attempt to give them all a warning. An hour later the President declared all Cybertronians a threat to the world and the base descended into chaos.

Optimus had given orders to just get out and to keep contact to a minimum. Y/N had refused to leave his side and so you left together. That was two years ago.

At a truck stop somewhere in Tennessee you hastily stuffed your bag back full of your belongings. Grateful for the shower but wary of the time, you made your way back to Optimus. He was sporting a simple red and blue paint job without his traditional flames.

As you climbed back into the cab you stuffed your bag into the back and pulled out a map.

“We’ll have to get off 75 soon. We can’t go through Knoxville… I’m worried they’ll have sensors outside the city that could break through the shields.”

He didn’t respond as he watched you flip your map over and then back over again in frustration.

“Maybe we should backtrack and get on 27 then 40. Should we go south or north again?” You asked more to yourself.

“Y/N you cannot ignore this conversation” his deep voice filled the cabin.

“I heard you the first time and the answer is still no. I’m not leaving.” You refused to look into rear view mirror as you tried to figure out the next move. “Alright. We back track and hit 27 then we can figure out if we want to take 40” folding up the map you placed it back in your bag and reached for the seatbelt. It didn’t budge.

“Optimus” you pleaded as you tried pulling the seatbelt again.

“No.” The finality of that one word made you feel hollow. “The attack we suffered on the road last week was the end of this. I can not keep you safe…” he whispered

“And you think I‘ll be safer without you!” you snapped “I’ll end up just like Sam and-“

“We don’t know what happened to him and his family. They could be-“

“He’s dead Optimus!” you screeched “Cemetery Wind wants all of us dead and you want me to just fuck off to some remote cabin!? They’ll find me there and us separating will have been for nothing! Why are you doing this!?” You sobbed.

“Because I do not know what else to do!” His angered shout had you sinking into the seat. In all the time you had been together you had never once seen him raise his voice, and now it was at you. “They are more concerned with finding me. You will go to this location and you will stay there. If you believe it’s been compromised you will go to the next location I’ve chosen” he threw himself into reverse and started heading south. “They will not think to look for you on city outskirts.”

“I’m not your soldier” you hissed back through your tears.

“No…no you are not” he said quietly as they drove.

You rode in silence as the sky began to darken. Optimus soon pulled over onto the shoulder and parked.

“You need to head west into these woods for about a mile. You will find the location marked on this map.” The glove box popped open with a manila envelope. “They keys are in there as well as an Identification card and currency.”

“You’ve had this planned” you breathed taking the envelope in a shaky hand.

“…Yes” the admission sounded like he was in physical pain as he opened the door.

“I don’t want to leave you. I love you” the tears were now streaming down your face again as grabbed your bags.

“I know… I know as I love you, but this is not forever” he soothed. “Once it is safe I will come back for you and if your are not here I will find you. I promise you that.”

You slid out of the seat onto the ground and closed the door softly pressing your head against the door.

“Please” you tried in one last vain attempt.

“My spark… you must go.”

You pushed away from the door letting your hand rest there for a second longer as you stared at Optimus for what could be the last time.

With a sharp inhale you hiked your bags further up onto your shoulders and turned to hike up the steep incline into the woods.

When you could no longer see the road you heard the roar of his engine take off.

Xxxx

Optimus would send status updates to you and the other bots as often as he could through the secure channels.

Three months after arriving at your new home they had stopped.

Xxxx

3 years and 5 impromptu make shift homes later you found yourself in Wyoming of all places.

You had to ditch the planned route of homes Optimus had given you after you had shown up to the second one already turned upside down in a search. Destroying the small radio you had used to keep tabs on the other Autobots had been one of the most difficult decisions you had had to make over the past 3 years.

You had secluded yourself in a tiny off grid cabin with no internet or tv on a lake in the hopes that Optimus would indeed find you like he promised.

Working in your small garden you heard the sound of car engine. Not impossible for someone to be driving by but also highly unusual. You darted back into your house to grab your rifle and hid along the wall.

You couldn’t see where the car was but someone was getting out and skipping up the stairs onto your porch.

Clicking off the safety you waited.

A knock followed by a man’s voice.

“Hello? Uh… is there a Y/N L/N here? Hello!?” He pounded on the door this time.

Slowly you slid your way over to the front door placing your hand on the door knob and quickly throwing it open. You pointed the rifle into the man’s face.

“Hey! Hey! Hey! What the hell man!?” The guy shouted as he stumbled back on the porch. You only advanced.

“Who the hell are you?” Voice hoarse from disuse.

“Cade! My names Cade Yeager! Bee said you would be friendly! Get that gun outta my face!” He said swatting aimlessly.

Moving your eyes behind the man you saw the the yellow camaro begin to shift as you let out a strangled gasp dropping your gun.

You pushed past Cade as you ran down the steps to Bumblebee’s kneeling form arms outstretched.

A/N/ - part 2 tomorrow it’s 2am 😭 I do head cannon that at-least Sam got whacked between 3-4. Cemetery wind was out for blood… also I’m making the reunion movie 5 cause Optimus had no time for nothing in 4 and you’ll see why in part 2😘

[bisexualshakespeare]

ok I wanna talk about Airk and Elora because I feel like some people believe their ep 1 incompatibilities are some kind of clue that he's bad because Elora is good? and that is just NOT on

First of all, Elora is not purely good. She is a whole person! The fact that she is gentle and friendly and loving does not take away from her also being cranky and stubborn and mean!

Airk is introduced as a playboy prince and Dove as the latest of his conquests but literally the FIRST thing we hear Airk say is that he's never felt like he does with Dove! And yeah on first watch we can say that's a line he might use on everyone, but on rewatch we know Airk isn't a great liar! He is being completely sincere.

She brings up the rumors of his, say, hunting habits, and he doesn't deny them and the fact that they're not just rumors clearly is bothersome to Dove. Now we don't know what exactly those rumors are but later, Kit says Airk jumps from one girl to another as soon as he gets bored. So the thing Dove is worried about isn't necessarily that he's been with a lot of people (no slut shaming here), but that he leaves when he's bored. We know she wants to be special and appreciated, and a little bit wants to be a princess, so she's worried that she isn't going to get those things because Airk will "lose interest".

So when she sees Airk talking to the countesses at dinner, her immediate thought is "damn he's lost interest, this isn't going to work out because I'm not special enough". Now, Airk isn't actually flirting with them and Dove wouldn't have been able to hear anything from the distance she was anyway. But her insecurities come rolling out because that is the struggle she's having the whole season. Am i special or am I nobody?

Airk is having his own struggle with whether or not he's special. He and Kit are both late but Airk is the only one trying to pacify Sorsha. He thanks every servant he passes by. He charms the people at his table. He goes to Graydon after Kit makes a scene. He tries over and over to get people to like him and it seems like he's pretty good at it. It seems like the girls are an extension of that. Putting on charm and trying to get attention, and maybe he loses interest when he doesn't have to try anymore.

When he's in the Immemorial City, Lili makes him try to get her to like him. She didn't just immediately fall in his arms as a damsel in distress because that isn't what he wants. Airk wants to put in the effort and find and angle so he can say 'there it is! I did it! I broke down your walls and now you find me charming!' (and yeah he also wants to make out obviously i mean can't blame him)

Then the final scene with Airk and Dove, she sends him off with "let our love be your strength!" to which he goes ??? ok??? And this is nicer than what happens when she tries to pull it on Kit who basically calls her a moron. The Tanthalos twins don't believe love can save the day until they are forced to. Until it's love wins or we lose. And if Kit can change her mind, there's no reason to believe that Airk's flaws are set in stone. And just because Airk and Elora won't end up together forever doesn't mean they didn't have real feelings for each other! Elora crossed the world for Airk because he told her she was special. And he was fucking right!

[townsenddecades]

1333 – Day 3 – Townsend Farm (3/3)

Malika, as can be easily guessed, isn’t pleased about her daughter’s amorous misadventures, but she reacts far more calmly than Amye’s father – and even Benjamin becomes less harsh once he has had time to digest the news, although he remains distant from his eldest daughter. Amye’s mother even asks her why she hasn’t confided in her, but Amye can’t give her a straight answer. Shame, she supposes. Or the hope that it would just stay buried.

For some time after that, her parents hardly let her her out of their sights, and her siblings and Hawise, who of course learn of what she has done soon afterwards, regard her with a varying mixture of pity and exasperation. As a result, she spends as much time doing solitary chores as she can.

By the time she is allowed to travel to the village on her own again, another few weeks have passed, and she has all but given up hope that Sir Silas might ever show his face in her vicinity again.

And then he’s just…there when she is walking through Tovar one evening, surveying the peaceful houses around the small marketplace. She doesn’t even dare believe her eyes at first.

And then she is running towards him, lest he disappear again. “Sir Silas!”

She doesn’t know what expression she expected to see on his face when he turns around. Shame, maybe. Awkwardness, at least. Maybe even relief to see her again. But his face as he nods to her is just unreadable. “Mistress Amye.”

She had expected to feel joy at his sight, but instead, every emotion she has been supressing for weeks bubbles up, and it’s all she can do to keep them contained. When she speaks, her voice is, as a result, icy. “I didn’t expect to see you here. Or rather, I expected to see you much sooner and then gave up hope.”

“I am sorry to have disappointed you. I…was kept busy by my tasks in town.”

“Too busy to come see if…if what we did had resulted in a child?”

A lady of good breeding probably wouldn’t have been so blunt about it or wouldn’t have gotten herself into this situation to begin with. Luckily, Amye isn’t a lady and too angry to fear censure. In the event, her words finally make a hint of shame flit over Sir Silas’ face.

After a moment, he sighs, his gaze flitting down her body. “To be honest, I just hoped that it wouldn’t. And I see that I was correct.”

“It hasn’t been that long since…that night”, she says drily. “You wouldn’t be able to tell.”

“But you’re not.” It isn’t a question.

She is annoyed, but he deserves an honest answer. “No. I am not.”

“So…no harm done.”

“Oh yes, harm done”, she whispers fervently. The only thing keeping her from raising her voice is that there are still, even at this late hour, people walking between the houses. If they start a screaming match in the middle of the village, they could have the entirety of its inhabitants here in a matter of minutes. And she doesn’t want more people to know of her shame than already do.

Besides, a growing part of her is relieved to see him. Painfully relieved.

“The last few weeks have been torture!”, she explains to him, voice still low. “My family knows what happened, and Watcher knows who else. I thought you were an honourable man, and then I woke up there alone.”

At her words, he looks alarmed. “But your family hasn’t mistreated you?”

“My father wasn’t overly enthused about his daughter giving herself away without even the promise of marriage”, she says, as calmly as she can. He sighs, putting his hand on her shoulder.

“What happened…shouldn’t have. I had no right to treat you that way. But if you can believe me, rest assured that I only left as I did because I didn’t want to risk discovery by staying any longer than necessary.”

She lowers her gaze, suddenly tired. His motives make sense, and the earnest look in his eyes makes her believe that he really meant to act in her best interest. But she can’t forget how alone she felt with all of it. “That’s not what it felt like for me”, she says quietly. “I grew up hearing about noblemen…using peasant girls like that.”

“And you thought I had done the same with you”, he concludes. “Well, I can’t fault you for that.”

“Can’t you? You’re a knight, and my family is not exactly in the best of circumstances at this moment.”

“I’m an old knight, Mistress Amye. To be honest, that is part of why I left. Besides wanting it to stay buried, I imagine a beautiful lass like you has a plenty of far younger suitors lining up at her door.”

“Not exactly”, she says softly. That has never bothered her, and even the idea that what has happened might affect her chances at a marriage doesn’t disturb her as much as it might other women. She has never wanted any other life than that on her family’s farm. Until now.

Sir Silas tilts his head at her. “So, you’re honestly telling me there’s no village lad vying for your affections?”

“No”, she answers, truthfully. “I never wanted them to.” She takes a deep breath. “You are the first man I’ve ever felt…drawn to, in that way.”

That certainly is not what any lady would say, but she needs him to know how she feels. That she wouldn’t share just any man’s bed, peasant girl or not. She still does not quite know why she did what she did – just chasing away her sadness for a while might have been part of it – but she also can’t deny that she feels drawn to him in a way she never has to any boy in the village. She doesn’t know if it’s love she feels. She certainly doesn’t believe she’s infatuated with him. But there’s something.

He blinks at her. “Of everything that could come out of your mouth, I was least expecting that.”

“Why would you? You’re a knight, you’re honourable, you’re kind. Any woman, especially of my circumstances, would be lucky to have your attention, sir.”

“I’m also old and lonely, while you are young and beautiful.”

“Why would you be lonely? You’re a knight. I’m sure there are plenty of women of your own station who would love to be your wife.”

It’s ludicrous to think that he would marry her. The best she could have hoped for, had she conceived a child, would have been that he would have provided for it, like the earl had done for her uncle Robert. Noblemen don’t marry peasants. It is against the natural order of things, against the hierarchy the Watcher had placed them in. Even her aunt Anna’s marriage had been controversial, and the Crawleys are just rich, not noble.

An expression she can’t quite describe flits across Sir Silas’ face, too fast for her to catch. “Maybe I missed my chance. I spent a long time…shackled to the past, so to speak. And I fear it is too late for me now.”

She looks up at him, sympathy swelling in her chest. It is strange that a man in his position has never married, when her uncle Robert barely waited to be out of squiring to take a wife. Maybe there had been someone in the past, and he had never gotten over that. Maybe he had loved someone unattainable to him.

She takes his hand in hers. “I’m sorry for that, but I don’t believe that’s true. You deserve every happiness, and I believe that you can still find it.”

He sighs. “I fear you’re more optimistic than I, dear girl. Unless…”

The odd look on his face becomes even odder. He is staring at her intently, obviously turning something over in his mind. To be frank, it almost scares her a little, to be looked like at that. Her heart is pounding so hard she almost believes she can hear it echo through the still night air.

“Yes?”, she asks, hesitantly.

He takes her other hand, the one she isn’t already holding, and presses both of them with his. Then, he takes a deep breath. “What I’m about to say may seem a bit…strange, to you, given our differences in station and your family’s current circumstances. But I want you to marry me.”

She stares at him.

And then stares at him some more.

But he doesn’t start to laugh, or to even break face. He is simply staring at her earnestly.

Oh Watcher, he is serious.

“What?”, she finally manages.

“I want you to marry me”, he repeats. “You say that you find me honourable and kind, but did not behave that way when I left you as I did. Especially after my meetings with you have been my brightest moments of the last few months. I found myself thinking of you often, especially since our last meeting. And if you’re right, and I’m not too old for happiness yet, I want to grasp it where I find it.”

“But…but my family is in no position to pay a suitable dowry, and your peers certainly wouldn’t approve.”

“They may not wish to associate with you”, he admits, raising a hand to cradle her cheek. “But you will be a lady, and I have some means to ensure that you will be provided for, even after I am gone, even without a dowry. If you’ll have me.”

By now, she has gotten her bearings a little, but that doesn’t mean she has an answer.

A knight has just asked for her hand in marriage. A noble. Some would say that she would be a fool to reject him; he could offer her a life in comfort that she couldn’t dare dream of before, and he would take her without a dowry. Marrying him would mean the chance to provide for her family. It seems too good to be true.

And that’s precisely the problem. Things that seem too good to be true often are.

She doesn’t know how to behave as a lady, and what she has said is true: those of his station won’t possibly accept her, while she will be too grand for those of hers. She would have to leave her family for an uncertain future.

But she likes him. She likes him a lot. Her parents might grow impatient one day and marry her off to a man that could mistreat her, like the earl has done to her cousin Elsie. Oh, she says she is content, but Amye remembers how miserable Elsie was at the start of her marriage, and she sees how little love is lost between her and her husband.

And, frankly, she thinks she might also enjoy more of what she and Sir Silas shared that night in the tavern, even if it’s sinful to think like that.

“Mistress Amye?”, he asks, softly.

“Yes.” She looks up into his eyes and leans up to kiss him. “I’ll marry you. Why don’t we go inside to talk further about this?”

She nods towards the market hall, which she knows has an upstairs room for travellers to rest. Which, conveniently, has a bed. Betrothals are almost as good as marriages, after all.

They do talk about the future, about the logistics of what they have just promised to each other, about when to tell her family about their plans. While she could just elope with him, she would like to have her father’s consent for this.

But they also can’t help celebrating their decision, and it is just as wonderful as Amye remembers. All the more so, because she knows that this time, she is doing it with her future husband.

Afterwards, they talk a bit more, and he promises her to put a few affairs in order in Praaven, and to then return to talk to her father and make her his wife.

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[agentoctosims]

Irene was struggling with her new found secret.. The image of Ivy sneaking out to kiss someone ate away at her. Ivy would've gotten in so much trouble if anyone had seen her!

She stalked behind her brother and sister on the way to school and struggled to focus all day while wondering what to do.

When she came home, she considered telling her mother- but the impending doom of her mother starting a fight with her sister stopped her in the threshold of the kitchen. There was no way she was going to tell her mother, that was a sure way to get Ivy disowned!

She couldn't tell her father.. he was too busy with the horses..

A secret of this magnitude was just too big for one little girl :(

"Ivy?" Irene mustered the courage to speak up as the girls got ready for bed.

"Yeees?" Ivy replied, suspicious that her normally precious sister was so meek today.

"I saw you and Maeve last night, but I didn't tell anybody, I promise! And I'm not going to because I don't want you to get in trouble! And- I like Maeve, but if someone finds out, you know mom is going to be so mad at you!"

Ivy was taken aback, but Irene left her no space to chip in.

"We're not allowed to kiss anyone until we're married! That's what mom tells us all the time!"

"Wait- You're worried about kissing? Not that it's Maeve?!" Ivy blurted out

"YES!" because truly, that was the only thing Irene was anxious about. Maeve was a wonderful girl and Ivy was happy with her, Irene could see that clearly enough!

Ivy laughed 😔"I won't get in trouble for kissing! And if I do, I'll make sure mom and dad will have more to worry about than just that!"

Irene laughed too and Ivy couldnt resist picking up her littol baby sister "You must be the sweetest girl in the world." which was certainly a far cry from her opinion of Irene when she was a toddler. Who would've known that Irene would become her closest confidant as they grew up.

[juicybiohazard]

Yes, finished my first playthrough of separate ways. The game is RE4 remake so I can't say anything about the gameplay that anyone doesn't already know, so... I'll talk about what I really care about here, the story, you see... Ada Wong and Albert Wesker happen to be my favorite characters in this series, I like the AWs yes. Naturally that means that I noticed how different both are from their original portrayals, listen there is a reason why in my mind the one true canon/continuity is the OG games and not the remakes, because its in those older games when I first experienced the RE world and ended up loving these people as they are, so how I could like these new versions of them when they are so different? they may as well be new characters. The appearance is the only thing they share, they are similar to the OGs on a superficial level but thats where similarities end, and of the two I think Wesker is the one that changed the most and not for the better, from little things like his voice not being so distinctive anymore and sounding generic af to his personality being a cardboard cutout of a cartoon villain, some might say, wasn't Wesker always like that? I mean you can choose to describe him as a cartoon villain but any older version of Wesker wouldn't admit to be willing to murder billions and reveal his plan to some random mercenary he doesn't know... he knows better. Even RE5 Wesker wouldn't do that, ever wondered what happened to the scientists that helped developed Uroboros? You get the general idea from multiple files, it looks like they all got killed and essentially they never even knew what they were doing and what was its true purpose

It goes beyond dialogue, even his mood is different, in the old games he is cool and collected in any situation in this game he is easily irritated by ANYTHING 😂 its kind funny how Ada seems to just exist and Albert huffs at her presence, seriously I could go on forever citing each and every single difference between the old Wesker we know and this new take on the character, but I'd rather end this post today

Like I said before in my little RE4 review, my only real dislikes of this game are the changes to Wesker and Ada, and subsequently Krauser. I loved the dynamic of these three in the old game and its completely gone now. They are no longer deeply connected like before, it's all superficial now, they just happen to be in the same place at the same time due to circumstances of fate, not because they know each other. You know what, that sucks, I don't like that one bit because it feels like taking things away just for the sake of making something different. Ada used to be a true grey character, remember Separate Ways was developed for the ps2 version of the game after it launched on GameCube so the times you saw Ada in the OG game where few, far between and the game gives you no reason to believe she isn't genuinely on Wesker's side. Maybe the devs always wanted her to end up betraying him but whatever the case I'd very much prefer if she wasn't just another good guy, we have enough of those and too many haven't returned for a long time (a lot of people still want Billy and Sheva to return). The amount of heroes in this series is astronomical, do we really need another one? why can't Ada at least be in-between? let her believe that ends justify the means at least, let her believe that some good can come out of eugenics, let her believe that the world needs an enema to erradicate true evil. I don't know I'm rambling here, but I hope this made a bit of sense, I always liked the idea of Ada and Wesker going way back and him being the reason she is alive today, meaning she feels she owes him and genuinely cares about him (I admit this might have never been on the table from the devs perspective so this is just how I wish things were for them) but it is what it is, story aside, the game is fun and this DLC is worth every peny

One last thing...

The post credits scene will live rent free in my head for the coming months, it seems more obvious than ever that RE5 remake is in the works, or it will be after RE9 is out. What a crazy time to be resi fan, it looks like capcom isn't going to stop giving us content. Can't complain about that one

[wanderingmind867]

Andromeda, Valkyrie, Gargoyle, Moondragon, Manslaughter and The Interloper were last seen sacrificing themselves to battle the Dragon of the Moon. Yet somehow, this group of five were resurrected following The defender's first battle with Shuma-Gorath. For them, no time has passed since the moment of their deaths (back in New Defenders #152). They have risen from the grave, and just in time too.

For now that they're back from the dead, they discover that the entire population of earth has fallen into a deep slumber. After some investigating, they discover that the eternal Somnus has plunged everyone into an eternal slumber on the orders of Nightmare, who plans to use this as a means of conquering earth. Him and his legion of dream demons will invade earth through the dreams of the humans. The only people capable of resisting are The New Defenders.

After defeating Nightmare and Somnus, The Interloper and Manslaughter almost immediately leave. Manslaughter is off to resume his career as a hired assassin, while The Interloper is now able to quietly return to hermetic lifestyle in the wilderness. The remaining four defenders (Valkryie, Andromeda, Moondragon and Gargoyle) decide to head for Doctor Strange's Sanctum Sanctorum, hoping he can help them figure out how they all came back from the dead. However, they arrive at his sanctum just to find She-Hulk, Namorita, The Black Knight (Dane Whitman), etc waking up from Nightmare and Somnus's sleep spell.

Later, after explanations have been given, the two teams decide to team up. And while they're at it, they decide to try and get in touch with the remaining members of the New Defenders (Beast, Iceman and Angel). By the time a full fledged team has been gathered, we've got quite a few heroes ready to search for the Defenders: The Black Knight (Dane Whitman), She-Hulk, Namorita, Daimon Helstrom, Hellcat, Valkyrie, Andromeda, Gargoyle, Moondragon, Beast, Angel and Iceman (I would add Cloud too, but I think I'll work them in later).

Realizing that the four defenders are probably all trapped within strange fantasy realms spawned by the dream demon who was haunting that book, they realize there's only one way to get to them: Man-Thing. They're going to have to go to the nexus of all realities and hope he can help them get to where they need to go. Because the dream demon who created these new worlds is the only one capable of sending people there. His worlds are tied to him. So their only hope is that Man-Thing will be able to guide them through the different dimensions until they finally reach the ones they're looking for.

But also, Namorita has to go back and save Atlantis from its many enemies. and Andromeda agrees to help her free atlantis, even if it means facing off against Attuma. But just in case their strength isn't enough, they want to take some other defenders with them. So they're able to persuade She-Hulk, Daimon Helstrom and Hellcat to to come with them. At least this way there will also be some team members who stayed back, just in case something horrible goes wrong in Man-Thing's swamp.

So now the remaining six or seven team members (Black Knight, Valkyrie, Gargoyle, Moondragon, Beast, Angel and Iceman) head off to the everglades, to see Man-Thing. Once in the everglades, they're actually ambushed by the dream demon, who had anticipated them doing this. And now that they're within his reach, he decides to trap them all within his universes, split into two groups. (Just for extra info: Group 1 is The Black Knight, Valkyrie, Gargoyle and Beast. Group 2 is Moondragon, Angel, Iceman and Man-Thing).

[artsymeeshee]

Haven’t collabed with @renconner in a long while for a mini comic (minus our big one, Instinct). We were talking about one of Stan’s lowest moments involving being outside with that damn sign, so we decided to make a comic with Stan remembering it. I’ve also kinda of assumed Filbrick would lie to Ford about what’s going on with Stan (Stan probably did too to some extent).

[demonicsuffrage]

By some supernatural accident, Batman and Superman swap bodies. But the accident was just so embarassing that they collectively decided to NOT tell anyone about, and figure out how to reverse it all on their own. But, unfortunately, this means they now have to keep up this farce in front of their families

Clark, in Bruce's body, wiping some blood off his mouth and wincing at the 15 cracked ribs he now has: Guess I can bleed, huh

Dick, staring in disbelief after the patrol: YES OFCOURSE YOU CAN!? WHY THE HELL DID YOU THROW YOURSELF DIRECTLY ON TOP OF A GRENADE-

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bruce, in Clark's body, squinting at the bright smallville sun at the Kent farm: This is way too much for 11 am

Jon, staring at his newly grumpy dad: I think batman is a bad influence on you, dad

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Clark in Bruce's body, staring at his reflection in the mirror: The shoulder to waist ratio is insane, such a grabbable waist

Poor Tim, who accidentally overheard this, getting ready to call Arkham: Uhuh it's definitely, insane

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Kon: And so I said, ofcourse, i would love the soup-er salad!

Bruce in Clark's body, deadpan expression on his face:

Kon: Get it? Soup-er salad?

Bruce: Yes

Kon, sad puppy expression: You always laugh at soup puns :(

Bruce, now with an Extremely Forced little smile: Yes it was very....funny

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Clark, in Bruce's body, rushing to hug a visibly bleeding Jason who walked into the cave after patrol: What happened?! Are you okay?

Jason, freezing up because the last time Bruce ran to hug him was, never:

Clark, immediately backing up, and speaking with a deliberately gruff voice: I mean. Is the blood yours? Son.

Jason:...no

[devils-yui]

Reposting this from a friend bc I think it is VERY important to know of this, and for immigrants, and other possible victims of the ICE Raids happening right now

Here’s to also a very huge edit, from the list of very helpful people who have been reblogging and providing more info.

I’m not as well informed but I will be relaying the information and tagging each person who added onto this post:

@onthedriftinthetardis -

The phone number in the first photo is ONLY for Orange County, California!

Look up your local ACLU affiliate here

@6feetunderwater -

It always makes me nervous to see a reporting phone number passed around without any links to verify it, so the number in the first pic can be found on the site for the Orange County Rapid Response Network, which is "an interconnected system of non-profit and grassroots organizations, civil rights attorneys, law school clinics, and individuals working together to respond to dehumanizing immigration enforcement activities and policies in Orange County"

@geekerypeekery -

The second warrant is not fake, but is an administrative rather than judicial warrant, and has no constitutional authority to bypass Fourth Amendment protections - in other words, it does not entitle the bearer to enter and search your home. It simply authorizes agents of the issuing department to contact you. Always ask to see the warrant before opening your door!

In addition to the ACLU links, try contacting the National Immigration Law Center https://www.nilc.org/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/Warrants-Subpoenas-Facts.pdf

@american-anger -

The phone number listed here is specific to Orange County in California, but you can look up other California counties here:

CALIFORNIA RAPID RESPONSE NETWORKS

@beaniebaneenie -

Unpleasant reminder: within 100 miles of the border (which is home to 200 million people and virtually all major cities in the US), ICE does not need a warrant to enter your home, your car, to search anything, or even to arrest you.

You are not automatically safe just because they don't have a real warrant.

The best and safest thing you can do is learn to have escape routes- quick ways to get out of the house or area you're in if you find out ICE or CBP are around. Those of us who do have documentation? Time for us to step the fuck up.

Film any interaction. Every interaction. If you're able, step into the conversation and be a Karen/Kyle- weaponize your privilege for Good. If you get asked about people? Use positive but vague statements so you a) cannot be caught in a lie, and b) do not give any information away.

"I don't know them that well, but I don't tend to socialize much. They seem great to me."

"I can't remember the last time I saw them."

"Maybe they speak another language, I can't remember details. But I picked up Duolingo during the pandemic and tons of other people did too."

"I'm not sure."

"I'm sorry, I can't help you."

Even if you're somewhere the 100-mile Exception doesn't apply and a warrant is in fact needed? I don't expect ICE and CBP to play by the rules for long, if at all. I fully expect this to get ugly, and fast.

Cheeto has already declared an emergency of national security at the border, and is mobilizing the military to have jurisdiction over a huge swath of the country. It's essentially tantamount to martial law. And it's only been four days.

Gear up for a long, hard fight. This is gonna be a marathon, not a sprint.

— I am leaving all of this as an edit because on the off chance someone does find the posts that have these people specifically reblogging, I don’t want it to be too late. So I’m comprising it all here

Here are a few other people’s reblogs I thought were important:

Thank you @onthedriftinthetardis @6feetunderwater @geekerypeekery @american-anger @beaniebaneenie @bunnychiffon @dubiouslynamed @trisockatops @witchy-disaster for contributing and helping me make this a more well-informed post. Thank you so much

[jesncin]

"Today. Tomorrow." a Superman fan comic about Clark Kent, Lois Lane and relationships.

We wanted to tackle one of the trickiest parts of Superman mythos; and that's the entangled romance between Clark Kent, Lana Lang, Lois Lane and Superman. Often times these more mundane parts of Superman get pushed to the side, when they can give so much insight into the characters and what they're seeking from each other.

[mutipede]

So.. the pattern I've been stuck in.

I think of something. Something reminds me of something. It produces an emotion that is strong enough to mentally shut me down completely. Like if I am standing up I have to sit down because it makes me lightheaded.

I keep... I mean, there's no question in my mind and it makes perfect sense that all of this has been the worst thing that I've experienced. But it's like I keep... doubting that, or feeling like I need to find some way to adequately explain because individual traumatic events other than this have been more obviously worse. If I say what happened in those other cases it's like - yep, that'd fuck someone up. I feel like this "should" be comparatively. Less severe. But in reality it's more like.

It continued a pattern of trauma and legitimized past traumas as "of course that happened, and of course that was going to happen, and of course that will always happen" at best - and at worst "that happened because I deserved EVERY traumatic thing that has happened." That feels like a completely reasonable logical conclusion. Before this, traumatic events felt like just that, individual events. This has transformed and recontextualized all previous individual events into "my entire fucking existence has been one long traumatic event with only brief illusions of respite that only occur for the purpose of lulling me into a false sense of security so that I have something to compare the trauma to in order for it to be as damaging and torturous as possible"

It came from a source that I trusted, as much as it is possible for me to trust, at all, which is not very. And platonic relationships are the closest, most important and most valuable that are possible for me to experience. Like "I am not gay but if I wrote some of the stuff I have felt, you would most likely react with:

lol

Anyways. There are more reasons that are harder to talk about and explain, but. Point is it feels unsurvivable. Self-obliterating. I don't know why I'm still here. I genuinely mean that in every way possible. I shouldn't be and I don't want to be and it really has not meaningfully improved in months and I do not anticipate it being possible to improve and the only thing preventing me from killing myself is fear of nonexistence.

So a thought reminds me of that. ⬆️ If I listed the things that have triggered / can trigger this shit... It's too fucking much. Minor pathetic shit.

So it shuts itself down in a protective function. That itself has been disorienting. Have written about it a bit, both for the purpose of documenting shit and on the off chance anyone reads it and goes "that sounds familiar maybe what is happening is [THING]" because... I don't dislike my therapist but I don't know how much of a specifically trauma background she's got and there's so much we haven't covered because there's so much and it's hard to talk about both in terms of being incredibly painful and logistically within the frequency and length of appointments it's a fucking lot lol. So we keep going like "alright we're focusing on depression" "hmm alright this is more severe we're focusing on grief" "alright shit maybe let's just try and get the absolute basics of survival" and I don't know how much anything is helping and as much as I feel guilty for it, as though it were some personal failing caused by not trying hard enough or not being good enough, but it hasn't felt hugely helpful.

When this shutting down happens, it's like. If thinking about something is like looking directly at it. For a while, all I can do is the equivalent to looking at something in your peripheral vision. My own fucking brain AND my everyday surroundings have become fucking. Strewn. With cognitohazards. So it has to deflect as much of my perception as it can.

It feels like it changes the shape of the thought. I'm struggling to find analogies here I am genuinely curious if anyone knows what I mean. An ordinary thought - it is what it is. If a thought provokes an emotional response then it's like a particular shaped thought fits into a particular shaped slot that activates the associated emotion. But if that happens too frequently for these particular thoughts it will kill me. So it averts my fucking mental gaze as much as possible. Slides right off like teflon. And it distorts the shape of the thought so it doesn't fit into the slot and no emotion occurs.

But I don't know if it's just the fact that "thoughts that will kill me" as a category includes SO. AGONIZINGLY. MANY. things I loved and enjoyed and was passionate about and had long incorporated into the core of my being. Or if it's just that the process itself is sort of a universal scattershot approach. But in effect it means that no actual undiluted thoughts or emotions are able to occur, at all. And during these times I don't exist. The corpse is basically on autopilot. The whole process really feels like something else taking over and doing these things outside of my control. The sensation the other day of "experience emotion -> within the space of a few minutes, entire body feels like temperature drops several degrees, and all emotions completely cease happening" - there's been a few instances I can think of where weird shit has happened - like, states of mind that have a similar... SMELL, somehow. But I don't think I have ever experienced something quite like that.

But it doesn't last. Like, I can't really enjoy the lack of suffering because I'm not there to enjoy it anyways (and "enjoyment" and "relief" are, themselves, emotions, therefore also get suppressed / dampened /whatever it is that is happening) - but also... I dunno, it's like I'm not there but I'm still there. And I still WANT. As fucking useless as that is. I want to enjoy things. I want to do things. Make things. Think about things. I want things to be okay. I am fully aware the entire time that I am wanting these things that I am wanting what is impossible, but it's still there. And the... suppressor, it can't keep it up indefinitely - if it's a thing that wants things then it wouldn't want to do that anyways, since that would be the same as destroying me permanently.

So. I'm just stuck with the constant back and forth. I exist, I experience emotion, emotion tries to kill me, [?] forcibly ceases emotion, I don't exist. Gradually I exist again. And it repeats.

I don't know what to do with this. I don't know what to do with anything.

(Pffff. Starting to hallucinate people walking behind me at work, I don't think that's a particularly good choice for "what to do" but interesting that that just starts happening NOW)

[townsenddecades]

1330 – Day 4 – Townsend Farm

The next few months on the Townsend farmstead are, for the most part, peaceful. Autumn is swiftly moving towards winter, mostly evidenced by freezing rain, but that doesn’t make any of them work any less hard.

For Malcolm, this means that his carpentry continues to keep him away from the fields. And to his great surprise, he doesn’t mind that. He was so eager to give it up at first opportunity, but now, he finds himself actually enjoying it. Or, in any case, finds himself determined to improve his finesse. He has seen the beautiful work his grandfather has done, but despite the months of practice, what he is doing does not even come close.

According to Benedict, becomes a master at the fine details simply takes time �� he has had decades of practice, after all – but Malcolm is determined to improve faster than that.

Because that means that he isn’t around anymore to be stung by bees – or to care for the beehives, as he would call it – the other members of the family take over the task, among them Hawise and Benjamin. Hawise does fine at it, but Benjamin quickly suffers the same fate his son has so many times, much to the amusement of the rest of the family.

With Malcolm and Hawise obviously enamoured with each other, it can only be a matter of time until there will be a new generation of Townsends running around the farm. Despite this prospect of grandchildren, Benjamin and Malika find that they are very excited to be expecting another little one of their own (if anyone can even be in doubt as to that after Benjamin’s enthusiastic reaction to finding out the news). They are in their early thirties, which may be a riper age than many people reach, but still not old. And after all the trouble their marriage has gone through, they are happy to have another child that is undeniably theirs. The new baby won’t replace any of the ones with the Watcher, but they want their family to grow, nonetheless.

And although they don’t know it (yet), they may get their wish twofold.

Hawise’s zeal for making herself useful is sorely tested in these months. She is constantly ill and running for the nearest bucket, even when she is doing innocuous things like caring for the beehive or simply lying around. The fact that she has also missed her courses two times in a row makes the probable cause obvious, although she hasn’t dared to give her suspicions voice yet. She is too nervous that she may be wrong. What if having a baby right after her husband’s mother gives birth is too much? Or what if she isn’t with child after all and makes everyone excited over nothing?

She just doesn’t want to make anyone angry by saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.

Despite these hardships, Hawise is very intent on befriending the other members of her husband’s family. They’ve all been very kind to her, but she doesn’t know many of them as well as she’d like, despite them having lived together for months now. So, she tries to do things with them outside of sitting together at meals or going to church together on Sundays: she helps Malika with baking and cooking, knits with her and Amye, talks to Benedict, and spends some time with Frank and Adeline.

This is made a little harder by the fact that the younger set of twins still likes going off to fish when their tasks don’t keep them at home. Catching the biggest fish has become something of a competition between them – one which Adeline, despite being a girl, is frequently winning.

Frank doesn’t know anything about possibly being chosen as a painter’s apprentice yet, because Gregory hasn’t had the time to come visit to discuss the idea with his brother and father, so he is free to enjoy the breadth of the countryside.

The tranquillity of the farm suddenly screeches to a halt one evening in late November, when the Townsends are sitting at table. Malika has been feeling hot and uncomfortable all day, which she knows from experience is a sign of her labour fast approaching. What she doesn’t expect is a sudden stab of pain and water drenching her skirts. Usually, her labours begin in the middle of the night.   

“What’s wrong?”, Hawise, who is sitting next to her, asks instantly.

Malika takes a deep breath. “I want no one to panic, but I think your new brother or sister has just announced themselves.”

There is a flurry of activity – and, of course, panic – after that. Frank quickly runs to get his grandmother and the midwife, while Benjamin does what he can to make his wife comfortable before retreating to the other cottage with his father and Malcolm. Labour is women’s work, after all.

Which means that Amye, now eighteen and more than old enough to assist her mother, and Hawise, who has attended more than one of Lady Chevalier’s births and know what she is doing, have the doubtful privilege of being allowed to stay with her. It is a long night for all of them, as most births tend to be. And one that makes Amye more certain than ever that she is not looking forward to bringing her own children into the world, while Hawise shudders at what she is more and more certain is awaiting her in less than a year.

Regardless, everything goes well. Malika gives birth to another baby boy without issues and is delighted to find that her son is perfectly healthy and strong.

They name him John, after Benedict’s old friend John Watmore.

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[humming-fly]

I love how Gerald was trying to keep Shadow from spoiling anything about the future meanwhile literally everything Shadow says and does around Maria is the biggest death flag ever