#sandpit yapping

[sandpitturtlescove]

(our) kinito 🤝 sword

"i hope you miss me and i hope it hurts"

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part of the problem is that one camp is telling others to not make any cake while refusing to make cakes themselves because they feel they shouldnt have to and its all very silly 😭

saiki k fandom can we please be normal i just got here bro. what.

also bonus doodle for you anon bc i like it when people ask me things. my actual thoughts are in tags But since this is the main bit people read: if people would like too ill happily do saiki k doodle requests lol

[idrawmenliketheyremydeadlover]

idk if you’re still up to it but i wouldn’t mind you talking about the aventurine vas (referencing the dr ratio va post you made)

I warned you guys, this is a rant

(I'M SO HAPPY THERE ARE PEOPLE WANT TO HEAR ME YAP ABOUT MY FAVORITE HSR CHARACRER, THANK YOU SO MUCH)

I actually noticed that for Aventurine, the voice acting aren't that drastically different from one another like Veritas' voice acting. I actually liked JP, EN and CN for Aventurine. I will list my opinion in for each dub separately!

JP Aven: he sounds youngest out of the dubs to me. There is a certain boyish charm to the Japanese dub that I can't quite put my finger on when I listen to it. He just sounds really stinking cute in Japanese. But that makes it WAY BETTER when they hit you with the Boss Aventurine.

The difference between Japanese antagonistic and normal Japanese Aventurine is a WIDE MARGIN, I ALWAYS GET WHIPLASH WHEN I LISTEN TO IT. He sounds HOT AS HELL DURING THE BOSS FIGHT, bless me. Very threatening, 10/10.

EN: For Camden's first VA gig, he did an absolutely STUNNING performance. His performance was what made me fell in love with Aventurine and drag me back into the game. For his Aventurine, there are more differences. In general, Camden's cadence was what made his Aventurine stood out amongst the voice acting. The cadence thing will come back later in this post <3

I maybe was looking to much into it but, EN Aventurine sounds more genuine when he speaks with Veritas to me. He sounded like he was having a blast in that sandpit with his dear Doctor! There is certain giddyness to his voice when he speaks to Ratio, cute. The way he drawls Ratio's name out always gets me.

"Ratiooooo~"

As for other characters, he nailed the suspicious IPC executive thing. You listen to him and immediately go "Yep...can not trust this guy". He sounded 10x more like a bastard when speaking to other characters.

EN boss Aven doesn't actually sound threatening, he sounds more like he's trying to get on your nerves (Or in this case, Acheron's nerves so she'll slash him)

CN: out of all the Voiceovers, CN was the one that sounds the most...seductive, in a sense. I think it's because he speaks slower in Chinese. He and Alhaitham share the same CN voice actor if I remember correctly, wild, I know. He sounds very soothing and melodic in Chinese, slowly lulling you into his trap.

I would like to note here, that the Dynamic between Ratio and Aventurine in CN is vastly different compared to other voicing. This is probably because of how toned down Ratio sounds in Chinese dub. EN Ratio is more emotional, making it more like an Annoying x Annoyed dynamic.

Whereas, in Chinese, it's more of a Enigmatic x Amused/ Intrigued dynamic going on between them.

If you made it this far, thank you <3

This section is dedicated to the Farewell Kakavasha scene. Remember when I talked about cadence?

I noticed a distinct lack of cadence during the Kakavasha scene across all the voicing. He is no longer Aventurine in that scene, the mask is off. There, he is himself, he's not loud, dramatic, or clamorous. The way he spoke was very simplistic, I think to him, simplicity goes hand in hand with genuineness.

[radioactiverats]

Hallo😚

I was wondering, what if there was a Cadet in the Bayverse???

Hello, thank you for your ask!

It's a while since watching the Bayverse movies and to be very honest, I don't remember much of Starscream in it (cue youtube Bayverse Starscream compilation...), but after doing a dive into the wiki I have a couple of thoughts!

Note after writing this post: Yet another off-tangent yap. Thank you for indulging me... asks are a lovely chance for me to really think about the characters (playing in the sandpit, etc.)

I'm not a huge fan of his Bayverse design, but in general I found Autobot Bayverse transformations to be super super cool - partly because they have so many complicated moving parts and mechanisms! In that aspect, I'd find it really funny to imagine attempting Starscream's repairs after another major fight... and discovering that he's lost an important and irreplaceable screw somewhere in the streets of Chicago.

While on Earth, Starscream infiltrated the United States Air Force by taking on the form of an F-22 Raptor fighter jet.

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Generally speaking, this 'regular' AU's Starscream wouldn't force you into a position where you're expected to kill. Perhaps I happen to be swayed by this panel I saw today:

(Which surprised me! I'm not sure when in the timeline this happened because comic Starscream seems quite vicious. I love discovering the lore, but back to the point)

I am thinking, however, that a Bayverse Cadet would be somewhat different. For example, Starscream's disguise was practically perfect - such a plan would probably win admiration from a Bayverse version of you, even if it was to ultimately ends in taking a bunch of planes down. You'd probably see more fighting upfront - I could imagine you flanking him for a lot of these fights even if he's the one taking people/bots out. Same as all universes, the Autobots and the humans would begin knowing to expect you as a pair - seeing Starscream appear alone and immediately thinking it's a trap, frantically looking around like where's the other one?? 🤣🤣 Because Bayverse is pretty vicious in terms of fighting - another thought would be having to watch him actually take people/bots out. Rock, meet hard place - would you rather watch him kill, or do the killing yourself?

When you voluntarily fight would probably when Starscream goes against Optimus. Bayverse Optimus is one scary mf (I love him I keep thinking about zorangezest's "give me your face" comic) and Starscream clearly stands no chance against him. Knowing this, you fight Optimus with something akin to desperation, because your aim is to give Starscream some kind of opening to land a hit or get away. Optimus doesn't go full power on you even though he could, focusing on his main opponent - and rips Starscream's arm out anyway a la canon (perhaps more damage would have been done if you hadn't intervened in that fight). It feels that there's a greater sense of hierarchy in Bayverse, so you'd be collecting bits of Starscream's arm for repair later...

Over the centuries he's come to believe both Optimus and Megatron have lost sight of what is best for the Cybertronian race, and simply pursue their own agendas. Even though he has been loyal to the latter, he disagreed with Megatron's obsession with the AllSpark and decided that, for the greater good of their species, a new leader should emerge. Starscream views himself as that leader because he believes that the AllSpark can give him the opportunity to both rebuild and rule Cybertron. But while his words are optimistic, his intentions can be untrustworthy. This is probably because Starscream eventually became almost as corrupt as Megatron. However, he prefers subtlety and deception to Megatron's brute force. Now, what may once have been noble goals are buried under layers of self-interest, transforming Starscream into that which he supposedly despised.

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This is one of the aspects I find so intriguing about most of the Starscreams. Losing sight of himself as a result of both internal and external forces. Not to ignore the mistrustful and manipulative nature of his personality, but I get the feeling that circumstances shaped that to a negative extreme, when once upon a time it could have been controlled - or at least, expressed in relatively harmless ways. Are we able to hold him back from losing himself to ambition (because he has something to lose) - or are we helpless to watch it happen? I feel like Bayverse Megatron's hold over him is stronger - and our relationship with him as such wouldn't be as close - more like a preferred subordinate. (To be fair, I think we don't get as much fleshing out of their relationship/history in Bayverse compared to the other series, so I'm just going off of that.) Ultimately, losing sight of his goals could likely force you to the Autobots in this universe - and I feel like he wouldn't be too torn up about it.

[indigo-greer-collins]

wanderer's soul✧.*

OKAY UH HI GUYS

author's note: i wish i knew how to make this little intro thing all aesthetic and shit, i do not though, this is my first time with this thing. i was inspired by @samfucker to write something kinda angsty about teen darlin, so thank u matt!!! this is my first time posting like an actual fic here so i am so sorry if it sucks but uhhhh i'll improve i promise! lemme stop yapping now

content includes: gender neutral pronouns for darlin, teen darlin, autistic darlin, underaged drinking, mentions of parental conflict(?), teen shaw pack, depictions of meltdown/spiralling, angst-ish(idk if its that bad)

word count: 1.6k! (woah thats kinda long)

They just needed to leave.

The circumstances weren’t ideal. To get away from a house that hated them, they had to hang out with a bunch of wolves who didn’t like them. But the lesser of the two hells was obvious.  They grabbed some old, worn-out sneakers they were unhealthily attached to; the first pair of sweatpants they could find and a hoodie that had (barely) stood the tests of time. Hanging out at a park was hardly a special occasion, so they defaulted to their usual look: homeless. But the look wasn’t complete yet. They took a flask from the kitchen and mixed some of their parents’ alcohol with some soda. Now it was perfect. Their parents had less to drink as punishment for all the insults they'd thrown at them, and as a bonus, the Shaw pack would make a way more tolerable bunch if they were slightly drunk.

The journey to the park was a blur - their feet took them in the right direction but their mind was in a different place, repeating the harsh words thrown at them by the people that allegedly loved them so much. Were they eternally destined to be surrounded by people who were supposed to care, but didn’t? That’s stupid. They cut off the line of questions they saw their brain preparing. You don’t need people anyway. People don’t want you, and you don’t want them either. Or at least that’s what they told themselves. Before they knew it, they were sat cross-legged on a park bench watching the other shifters their age play and laugh together. How did people their age even make so many friends? Big groups are so exhausting, and every conversation seemed to be some kind of stupid secret code or guessing game that only a select few knew the rules of. Everyone got a little bigger and a little older and suddenly just going up to people and bonding over legos or sandpits or hand painting wasn’t enough. You had to look right. You had to talk right. You had to act right. You even had to think right or somehow they’d know you aren’t one of them. 

No one was going to tell you what “right” was either, they just point and laugh if you happen to be wrong.

Their less-than-sober spiral was broken by a familiar face deciding to take a seat beside them without even asking. They didn’t care that he didn’t ask, but whenever it was them, people usually looked at them strangely.  “Chrissy.” They finally said, wanting to know what the hell he was up to. “Yeah?” He sounded snarky, but they were used to that. Sometimes his snark was a little better than being alone with their thoughts. “Why?” Silence fell for a short while, so they elaborated on their question. “Here, why are you sitting here?”  “Well you’re not waiting for someone are you?” The sip they took from their flask said enough. Of course they weren’t keeping the spot for anybody, they hardly had anyone to sit with. “What’s that?” “None of your business.” “Boring. Can I have some?” “No.” They turned to glare at him, to which he pouted back. They needed the alcohol to hit faster, Christian was already finding their last nerves and tap dancing on them. “Answer my question.”  “The others were annoying me, and you don’t have any friends, so I’m here now.” He put it bluntly. The bluntness was actually sort of refreshing. They looked less tense now. “Is it alcohol?” “Fuck off.” Never mind then.  “I’m snitching-“ “-No the hell you are not.” They insisted before being presented with Christian’s open palm. It looked like their options were a) share the wine that they took the time to steal with their own 2 hands or b) get chewed out by even more adults that pretended to care out of obligation. 

And with a grumble, they let him have a sip. 

Christian’s face twisted in disgust at the bitter taste, which at least amused the angsty teen wolf before they snatched the drink back. They would’ve been reprimanded for a face like that too, but that was also stupid - why did they constantly have to restrain every facial muscle so that people liked them? Is everyone constantly trying to keep up a more pleasant expression? It felt unnecessary. 

“That’s nasty.” “You did that to yourself.” They rolled their eyes before chugging more of their drink, mostly to prove a point. They then wiped at their chin with their sleeve “You gonna go back to your friends now?” “They’re not really my friends.” Chrissy scoffed, though they weren’t quite convinced that was true. He might not be best friends with everyone in the pack, but he was definitely accepted in a way that they weren’t. “And I am?” They stifled a laugh, to which he answered with a shrug. The ambiguity of that answer was frustrating, but now they were too tipsy to be bothered by it. Nobody liked being clear anymore. It was always shrugs, “whatever”s and “I don’t know”s. But everyone did know, and just didn’t want to tell them.  “Why are you drinking anyway? I thought being an alcoholic this young was a European thing.”  “I’m not an alcoholic.” They defended, narrowing their eyes at him. “You and your friends are just impossible to deal with sober, actually.” They snapped back. “So you’re drunk at every pack meeting then?” He asked with a slight tilt of his head. If they weren’t restrained by the drink in their hand, he would’ve earned a whack to the head. And everyone calls their questions dumb.  “Obviously not, jackass.” They glared again before looking back at the others. They were kicking a ball around now and yelling at each other from opposite ends of the grass. It was loud enough to drown out whatever Chrissy was rambling about now. They almost felt hypnotised, fantasising about how things could be if they could just fit in. Sure it felt impossible, but everyone made it look so easy. 

If they could just learn the rules. 

If they could just force a bigger smile.

If they could be smaller, just take up less space. 

If they just weren’t so much of them self they could be running around, playing the sports they love, yelling to friends who actually cared.

But in the end that’s all it was. A fantasy. No amount of watering down or pretending was going to make it feel right. Once these social circles form and bonds are created, there’s no magically changing them.  

“—Are you even listening?” They finally heard Chrissy say before the ball came flying in their direction. They’d barely moved their head out the way in time, but managed to catch it in their hands. In this one minor instance, luck was actually on their side. “No, I did tell you we aren’t friends.” They answered, staring at the ball in their hands. 

Everything and everyone seemed to stop. Did they have to fucking stare like that? They thought, looking up to several expectant pairs of eyes. It honestly infuriated them more that they still cared. People were always staring and squinting and waiting for them to do something. Why can’t they just let it go? Why did they have to be so self-conscious?  “…How did you even manage to kick the ball over here?” They finally asked, trying to be lighthearted. 

No one caught on though. Instead, David awkwardly walked over, blankly staring at them. Was he mad at them for the question?

“Are you okay-?” “What-? Yeah I’m fine, it didn’t even hit me—“ “Okay, you don’t have to be so aggressive, I was just asking.” He rolled his eyes before taking the ball from them. “You don’t have to be here with us y’know,” “Well they aren’t spoilt for choice, who else do they hang around?” Christian asked, making a smile tug on David’s lips before he threw the ball back to the others.  

Are you fucking kidding me? They chugged the rest of their drink and tossed the flask aside, glaring at the ground. Apparently these people were fine with Christian’s shitty jabs when it was them, but not when it was Asher, or Milo, or David or literally anybody else. This was stupid. All of it was so damn, stupid. “Wait, are you crying?” “What the fuck— no!” Their head snapped up, but inconveniently their voice was starting to break. “I was only joking jeez, I thought the drink was supposed to make you less— whatever this is—?”   This?? They furiously repeated in their head, glaring into Christian’s soul before looking down at the grass again. The drink wasn’t going to make them less of anything. In fact, all it did was make those buttons easier to push. Why was everybody so against them? Who did they wrong in a past life to be born this way? Is there nothing and no one that can fix them being such a failure? Is this really completely out of their control — had they somehow become a helpless puppet to their useless, clueless mind? 

“Christian, go away.” “Someone’s a sad drunk,” "I said get the fuck, away!” They shoved him, and he stared, taken aback by the yelling. Everyone had stopped again to figure out what was going on, but no one dared interfere with the newer freak and that snarky Aussie. Their shoulders tensed, they were heaving, every thought in their brain came crashing down on them and there was a burning sensation in their throat to match their glistening eyes. Home, some desperate part of their soul begged, home I want to go home, it insists while they pick off the empty flask and storm away. 

But for them, there was no home. For their soul there was no rest. No one could hear their hearts cries behind the bars of their mental prison. The young wolf was doomed to be an eternally wandering soul. They will never truly feel at home. 

[chococookiez]

This blog gets passed around like a blunt sometimes forgive me if i act weird on here <3

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hi my names cookie, local feral asshole who reblog sprees very often, be warned. i also shitpost and artpost sometimes, but im mostly posting bands i love + phighting, forsaken, ultrakill and homestuck currently! for more info about me check my carrd (though it's a little outdated and i can't be asked to make a new one...)

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[kathairoette]

wah thank you all for your responses! I'm pleasantly surprised with all the interest haha. Tbh I never planned on expanding this as a full AU (does this even have a name?? It technically doesn't. Oh, I guess we should name it? What should we call it?) but if you got ideas or just wanna yap abt it to me, I'm more than happy to play in the sandpit with you! there's Anon asks or DMs (but be nice to me or i will put u on blast!!!!! >:,0) if u want something more private 💖💖

A short story about a new collar.

Based on this AU

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Drunk enough to admit i kinda ship tco and victim sober enough to say that its not a good ship and our tco fictive's just a freak /silly - 🍪 (+ ⚫)

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she last on my tile till i GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY ITS ALL GOING TO SHIT - 🟢

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actually how many sebastian fictives are there already we know a suspicious amount . sebastian fictives in the chat raise your hands - 🍪

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"i hate all fandoms!!!" and then they only post about hating forsaken and dandys world.... yeah sure buddy......... - 🍪

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mutual getting weirdly panphobic on the dashboard? aight guess it's time for me to kill myself - 🍪

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victim :3 prettyyy - 🪻

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DUDE WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED LMAO VALK GOT MADE A HOST AND SUDDENLY HES BECOME FUCKING HELL ON WHEELS IN THE FUNNIEST WAY POSSIBLE - 🍪 (about 🎤)

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elliots..... elliots everywhere...........

what do you call a group of elliots - 🍪

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Y'all why am i getting so fucking autistic over forsaken ships today help

The fags in my head are ROTTING MY BRAIN AUHHHHHH - 🍪