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staenless · 1 year ago

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STEDDIE OMEGAVERSE LUNCHBOX FIC PART 2

He put the kettle on to boil, then set the ingredients out on the counter. Kiwis, left over chilli from last night, a wrap, quarter of a cabbage, cheese, the special trail mix he has to travel across town for, yogurt. Was that enough protein? Carbs?

The kettle finished boiling. He steeped his teabag in silence, eyes fixed beyond the kitchen window to that small patch on the lawn. He had taken a hand shovel to it yesterday, swung up and down and chopped up the kikuyu until a neat square had revealed itself to him. The back of his neck stung from sunburn when he'd lain down beside Tommy last night. Today he'd hack and slash a second square, then buy the seeds and sow them before Tommy could get up in arms about it'd look to the neighbours-colleagues-friends that they were growing their own vegetables. How it would look, common and subsistant, and that store bought was fine, better actually, since it came with a label and price tag. He should stick to store bought tomatoes.

Steve thought about the note in the lunch box. Tommy hadn't brought a note back since Steve had started making him lunch, when their parents decided on their courtship. Steve had once thought Tommy kept them, saved them in a memory box like the lovesick fool Steve thought they could both be. He'd felt sick watching Tommy crumple it up without reading from across the cafeteria, had left in a fuss and a hurry to stare at himself in the school bathroom mirror and drown himself in self loathing. He had been stupid. Stupid stupid stupid. And stupider still when he wrote the notes every morning since, unable to give up on the charade to himself or others. If he couldn't have that life then he'd fake it.

He drained the last of his tea, then rinsed the mug. He began to chop the cabbage. The note, safely tucked in his grandma's recipe book, heated the burn on the back of his neck. Tommy had given his lunch away. He'd done it before, no doubt, but for some reason the Alpha who'd gotten it this time returned the note. Had scented the note and returned it, and Tommy hadn't even noticed when he'd tossed the lunch box onto the breakfast bar when he'd returned last night. He layered the cabbage onto the centre of the wrap.

He began to grate the cheese. Steve wasn't mad at Tommy, for passing on his lunch or not noticing the other Alphas scent. Tommy had probably been passing off his lunch for years, Steve wasn't so naive to think Tommy cared about handmade lunches. And in a twisted way Steve was glad the note had traveled safely to his kitchen, had sat patiently till Tommy was in his office having a tumbler of whiskey before making itself known. Had told him someone ate his meal, and had enjoyed it. If the only acknowledgment he'd get was from a stranger, he'd take it. He layered the cheese over the cabbage, then the chilli over that. He folded the wrap closed, sliced it in half, then neatly packed the two halves in the first tin.

The kiwi needed peeling, and he slowly worked his knife round and round under the soft furry skin. Tommy complained about the hair on kiwis the same way he complained about the hair on Steve. Got stuck in his teeth, was offputting and disgusting and had no place covering up something - someone - so sweet and meant for his consumption. The kiwi was neatly sliced then stacked and tilted into the second tin. The trail mix went into a reusable cupcake shell, and the yogurt into a small Tupperware next to it.

Steve's notepad sat patiently on the counter, pen poised above it and tensed with thought. The alphas scent had been soft, likely from scent blockers, yet unmistakably peppery and dry. It reminded Steve of the dry grasses in fields beside his grandma's old farm house. In autumn, when hot dry winds beat the land dry in preparation for winter. Hed run out to the fields, uncaring for the cuts the sharp grass left, and huffed the scent up. It smelt different from anything in the suburbs, more alive than the rickety farmhouses thatch, but ancient in comparison to prickly autumn lawns. Beneath that dry grass sat a distinct peppery smell, like spices heated in warm oil. Pepper and... Lemon rind? Steve wanted to fetch the note out and sniff at it again, but reigned himself in. It was still early morning, he was still packing Tommy's lunch and he was still a doting hustband.

His notepad stared up at him, large and white and questioning his hesitation. He could write anything, Tommy wouldn't read it and there was no guarantee the other alphas would get it. Still, as pen went to paper and he carefully looped his letters, he hoped someone would read the note. Would acknowledge him and his effort, his love that went to strangers and came empty and uncaring home. Just for someone to read his note, to know that he existed, somewhere out there, and he made this lunch with his own to hands. He slipped the note into the tin, then clipped them together with a clack and set them aside for Tommy to grab on his way out. Time to make breakfast.

Sorry this took forever to get out lol, I was lazy and avoided writing. As someone who hasn't written creatively since highschool launching myself into a full multichapter fic was probably kinda a bad idea... But I always was more of a deep-end kinda person so I will persevere.

Taglist: @xxbottlecapx @goodolefashionedloverboi @stevesbipanic @monsterloverforhire

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson

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samwpmarleau · 4 months ago

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fic: ginger root

whumptober day 24: motion sickness masterlist: tumblr, ao3 Galaxy-jumping and Robbie’s stomach do not, apparently, mix well. Fortunately, there’s a source of tea and saltines on board by the name of Daniel Sousa. part 1 | part 2

Robbie can’t remember the last time he felt so nauseas. Disgusted, sure. In pain, definitely. But being on the precipice of throwing up, skin clammy and ears ringing, it’s been quite a while.

He hasn’t yet found a way to prepare and prevent when he hears over the intercom the dreaded words, “Jumping in three … two … one …”

His stomach lurches as everything in his vision goes blurry. Intellectually, he knows it takes only seconds. He knows that, but from where he’s standing — or sitting — it’s the longest hour of his life. They’ve jumped three times since he was resurrected, and if anything, it only worsens.

He keeps his head against his knees as the ship comes out the other side. His bunk isn’t the most spacious of places, but it’s the one place that he doesn’t have to worry about someone coming across him in the state he’s in now. He’s already an interloper, he doesn’t need mortification, too. What kind of grown man feels like a child with stage fright from a silly little warp drive?

Right as he’s deciding he’ll keep his breakfast down, he discovers that maybe even his bunk isn’t safe, for there’s a knock at the door. The panel to open it is so far away.

“It’s Sousa,” comes the visitor’s voice.

Sousa? The man’s been plenty polite so far, but Robbie’s still amazed by the fact that he was transported here from the 1950s looking not a day over forty. And everyone acts like that’s just another day in the life. Which it must be for them, but Robbie’s playing catchup. Existing as Ghost Rider’s host had been so simple. Hacking and slashing and portaling, most of the time not even aware of what his body is doing. Time travel is beyond him.

He has no real reason to deny Sousa entry, however, so he rises to his feet and holds his hand to the panel.

The agent arrives in his typical business-casual fit (a hard-won upgrade from formal business, Daisy’d said) with a sympathetic smile and a cup of tea.

“That for me?” Robbie asks. He grimaces at the wobble in his voice.

“Yeah. Ginger root.” Sousa hands him the cup, along with most of a sleeve of saltines. “Took me awhile to get the hang of jumping, too.”

Robbie takes a sip of the well-prepared tea and nibbles on a cracker. “You’d think after thirteen years of dimension-hopping I’d be used to this.”

“Different kind of travel. And you’re no longer …”

Robbie waits in mild amusement as Sousa searches for a nice way to put it.

“… enhanced.”

“Possessed,” Robbie corrects. “I sold my soul to the devil, man. You don’t need to talk around it.”

Sousa gives him a self-deprecating smile. “Right. Sorry.”

“Did Daisy send you? No matter how many times I tell that girl not to worry —”

“She does. Don’t I know it.” Sousa helps himself to one of Robbie’s crackers. “No, she didn’t send me. She’s working on tuning static out of the comms system. New solar system, new frequency to figure out. I’ve noticed you’re always in your bunk when we jump and skip lunch, so I made an educated guess.”

Well, that’s better than having his business aired to the entire ship, he supposes. Still, he’d rather not dwell on it. “My brother would have a field day with all that techy stuff. He planned on majoring in computer science.”

Gabe’s face flashes in his head, the way he wears his joy after deciphering some equation or experiment, and the sullen way he gets when he can’t. At least, that’s the way Robbie remembers it. He’s talked to Gabe a couple times since he was brought back, and every time throws him for a loop. When Robbie had left with the Darkhold, Gabe had been a seventeen-year-old kid about to graduate from high school.

Now, he’s a twenty-four-year-old man with two degrees, a steady relationship, and a good job. While Robbie knows Gabe had been excited to see him, there’d been an ensuing awkwardness that Robbie once would have said was unthinkable. He doesn’t begrudge him that, he understands that Gabe must’ve mourned him as dead long ago when it was clear Robbie’s trip to hell wasn’t a short one. Nevertheless, that disconnect feels like a gaping wound.

Once we’re home, everything will be fine, Daisy had encouraged shortly after giving up on the sham of not eavesdropping.

Robbie hopes she’s right. It’d just be helpful to know when that’ll happen. There’s not much Daisy and her team can contribute to Earth’s chaos, or so says Mack — no, Director Mack — and everyone they love are accounted for, so their original cosmic schedule remains the same. His desires are not, unfortunately, high up on S.H.I.E.L.D.’s list of priorities.

“Bright kid,” Sousa says. “Daisy checks in on him every couple months and visits on resupply. They played long-distance Scrabble for awhile until she got tired of losing. It’s Trivial Pursuit now, though I’m not sure who’s —”

“You’ve met him?”

“Oh. No. No, that was something Daisy always wanted to do alone. She just had had a lot to say when she came back.”

Robbie feels some relief at that. He has no ill will towards Sousa, but the idea of Daisy inviting the man into the promise she’d made him, Robbie, sits uneasy in his gut. An uncharitable feeling, perhapas, but Robbie can’t help it.

He takes a generous sip of tea. That, Robbie has no problem with. He says as much, and the compliment lands. Brightly, Sousa replies, “I learned from the best. Agent Peggy Carter didn’t have much tolerance for a bad cup of tea, that’s for damn sure.”

Not for the first time, Robbie marvels at that. It breaks his brain a little to know the man in front of him dated the famed progenitor of S.H.I.E.L.D. simultaneously ten and seventy-five years ago.

“Force of nature, I’ve heard,” Robbie says. There’s not a whole lot of books to read on this ship, but S.H.I.E.L.D.’s history is one of them — protocol, probably, to keep a copy on every vessel — so he’s been left to brush up on the agency’s inception. With a wry smile, he adds, “I think you have a type, Agent Sousa.”

Sousa’s cheeks tinge faintly pink. “Guess I do.”

“Hey, no shade, man. I get it.”

“You, too, huh?”

“Well, I haven’t had anyone follow me up with Captain America, but yeah. You could say that.”

“How it’d end?”

Robbie slowly drains the rest of his tea, buying himself time to beat around the bush. “Uh, I mean, we never dated. It wasn’t the right time, and I don’t know if she felt the same. I thought maybe …” She’d seemed receptive back then, almost flirty, even. The memory of being in the control center, fully human for the first time in years, spending his last remaining moments with her, is one he’d kept forefront in his mind as his body hurtled through dimensions and rivers of blood. Not that it meant anything in the end. “It wouldn’t have worked anyway. I had to leave and didn’t know if I’d ever come back.”

“You’re back now,” Sousa points out. “You could give her a call. She might hold the same torch.”

The idea has crossed his mind no less than a thousand times. But he hasn’t felt any interest from her since he returned, and even if he had, Robbie doesn’t trust that he won’t be snatched up again. That the Rider wasn’t lying about enjoying his new host, that he isn’t merely waiting until Robbie’s settled and happy to take over. More importantly, he wouldn’t want to saddle Daisy with that uncertainty. She deserves a hell of a lot better than that.

She deserves a hell of a lot better than him. Ghost Rider or no Ghost Rider, he’d never match up to the man in front of him. Robbie’s not even sure who he is anymore without the demon.

Which leaves only one answer to Sousa’s optimism: “Unlikely.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

You wouldn’t be if you knew who it was, Robbie doesn’t say. He’d gotten the sense on day two that it wasn’t Sousa who’d brought up the notion about being more compatible as friends than lovers.

He does say, “It is what it is.” He studies Sousa’s earnest face and admits despite himself, “I’m still trying to deal with the whole space and being brought back from the dead thing. I’ve been in crazier situations, but it’s like —”

“— you don’t know what to do with yourself.”

Sousa’s bang on, which brings no comfort. Robbie’s nightmare had been far more public than he’d like, but the rest of it, how it feels to be himself again, what the Rider’s conditions had been, he’d only told one person. “Did Daisy say something to you?”

“No, nothing like that. I can relate, that’s all,” Sousa says. “Not the hell part, obviously. Feeling like an outsider, though? I’ve been there. It’s not easy to be dropped in the middle of a world you weren’t expecting.”

“You seem to be doing fine.”

At least you have a job on this ship, Robbie sulks.

Sousa snorts a laugh. “Daisy thought the same. Between S.H.I.E.L.D. and the SSR, I’ve spent two decades among superspies and dealing with blowhards who like to punch down. I know my way around a poker face.” Sousa puts a hand on Robbie’s shoulder. From someone else, maybe it’d feel patronizing, but Robbie knows the guy’s too genuine for that. “You’ll get there, Robbie. Give yourself time.”

Robbie almost rolls his eyes. Time? Since when? He expects to hear the Rider’s snicker in his head — yet there’s nothing. Not even a whisper. The Rider-voice prickles at the edges, sure. But Robbie’s not an idiot; he can tell the difference between his subconscious and the real deal. If Ghost Rider keeps to his word, then, incredibly, Sousa might be right. Time would be a luxury he’d have.

He’d have choices.

“Tell you what,” Sousa says, either not noticing or courteously not mentioning Robbie’s realization, “I bet Agent Reedy could use a hand down in the mechanic bay. From what I understand, you’re a damn good grease monkey.”

“Yeah, for cars. I don’t have any experience with planes, let alone spaceships.”

“If I could figure out an iPhone, you can figure out a spaceship. Unless Daisy was gassing you up for no reason and you’re worse than a kid in a shop class.”

Robbie scoffs. “Hardly.”

“Great,” Sousa grins with a clap on the back. “I’ll tell Reedy he’s getting a partner.”

Robbie regards Sousa with renewed curiosity. He hadn’t envisioned having anything in common with a Greatest Generation Boy Scout, yet here he sits in kindred. From time disorientation down to nausea on space jumps. “Well,” he says, gesturing to the tea and crackers, “thanks for this. And the conversation. You’re a good guy, Sousa.”

“As are you.”

Robbie raises an eyebrow. “Did you forget the part where I sold my soul to a demon?”

“No,” says Sousa, “I didn’t.”

#daisy johnson #robbie reyes #daniel sousa #quakerider #daisy x robbie #past dousy #agents of shield #whumptober2024 #no.24 #motion sickness #fic #my fic

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towritecomicsonherarms · 1 year ago

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Hack/Slash: Back to School #2

This book is SOOOOOOOO fucking good.

#hack/slash #hack slash #cassie hack #zoe thorogood #tim seeley #comics #image comics

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novankenn · 6 months ago

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Turbulent Waters (2/3)

Remaining silent, Jaune continued to watch her. He would honor his word. As long as she did not touch his domain. As long as no part of her breaks the surface of the water, he wouldn't reveal himself. Even though deep inside, an anger burned. A need to lash out, to cause pain, and distress.

"Hello?" she called out again, her feet carrying her almost to the very edge of the waters lapping on the shore. "I heard the roar of a grimm, are you okay? Please answer me!"

Still unseen Jaune continued to track her movements as she busied herself walking up and down the bank, looking for a non-existent student who may be in need of help. The care she was showing for someone she wouldn't have known, plucked a chord with jaune, but still his anger burned.

The snapping of branches, sounded behind her, and she whipped around her shield and sword ready. Jaune's eyes narrowed and his hidden mouth twisted into a snarl. Grimm. The woman looked calm and collected. She exuded an air of confidence and experience. This was obviously not her first encounter with those foul beasts. She moved slowly her emerald eyes peering over the edge of her shield as she attempted to find better footing.

The grimm, a trio of beowulf fanned out using their numbers, even if they were only three to corner the young maiden with her back to the river. Yet she did not waver in her stance. Jaune could she that she was ready, biding her time before acting. Jaune allowed more of his head to emerge from the waters. Now his entire head and a portion of his shoulders sat above the surface. His cold blue eyes never left her.

The grimm on her left snarled and then charged. She pivoted, angling her large round shield to deflect it's attack. It worked flawlessly, With its slash sliding off her shield, she pivoted further, and drove the tip of her sword deep into it's chest. With a vicious twist, she ripped the blade free from it's inky flesh in a spray of black ichor. The beast stumbled and collapsed as it tried to twist about to counter her counter.

The other two roared, and charged as a unit. In response she sprinted towards them, and then dropped to her knees using her shield as a pivot point to send one of the beasts tumbling down the shallow bank and into the water. While she did this she hacked out with her sword, cleaving the beast's front limb clean from it's body just above the elbow joint.

Rolling to the side, and then pivoting about on her armor covered knee she thrust her sword as it transformed into a short spear. The wide blade punching into the beast's chest. In howled in agony, as with the first she viciously twisted the weapon, before tearing it free. It stumbled back, as ichor spilled over the ground.

Jaune sunk back into the water, his flowing locks having dragged the grimm that touched his waters into the deep, and crushing the life from it's corrupt body. With just the top of his head and his eyes above the surface he watched the last few moments of the short battle. With two done, she scanned about, her eyes flashing concern at the disappearance of the third.

Jaune understood at that point he shouldn't have acted. He should have stayed his hand, against the filth that had entered his river. because now the young woman was desperately searching for a possible attack... when none would come. At least that was what Jaune thought, before a new bellow ripped through the trees, followed by the massive bulk of very large ursa.

"There shouldn't be anything like this, so close to the school!" the woman shouted as she slowly back away from the massive beast.

The ursa stepped forward slowly, snorting and growling. Its vicious claws, tearing at the soil as it moved. She backed away, her weapons at the ready. Jaune's breast was filling with rage. At her, and it. The destruction of two weak grimm had only wet his appetite for pain. Now he was eager to cause more.

"I don't think I can get past it." she told herself as her heel finally broke the edge of the water. "Maybe..."

"Swim to the rocks!" Jaune shouted, as he fully emerged from the water. "The rocks! NOW!"

She was startled by his sudden appearance, but the combination of Jaune's yell and the rage filled bellow of the ursa spurred her to action. Twisting about on her heel she took a stride before diving out and into the waters of the meandering river. She broke the surface a moment later, a solid distance from the shore.

"The rocks!" Jaune yelled as kept his attention on the Ursa. He wasn't sure why he was doing this, aside from him hating the grimm more than anything else. The clink of metal against stone told him that she was at the rocks.

"Come on!" she yelled out to him as he continued to stand at the surface, with only his feet submerged. "There's room here for you as well!"

Jaune couldn't suppress the smirk that twisted his lips. She hadn't realized yet that he was basically standing at the surface near the deepest part of the river. The grimm knew something wasn't right. One of the two prey before it, felt wrong, and Jaune could see it's hesitation. So he focused the hatred he harbored with in his heart directly at it.

The beast bellowed a rage filled challenge and then charged. Plowing head first to it's watery demise. Jaune fell backwards vanishing beneath the surface, confusing the massive ursa. With a malicious and vindictive glint to his cold eyes, he attacked. His hair lashing out and pulling the monster below the surface. His golden locks coiled about it's limbs torso and neck, drawing it deeper. Pulling it towards the river bottom.

Jaune really wished he could drown these bastards, but for some reason, no matter how long he kept one below the surface, it never would happen. So instead he just got into the habit of crushing them. The ursa raged and struggled. One last of bubbles erupting from its maw signaling the end of the air in its lungs. Lungs that only seemed there to allow for vocalizations. Jaune really didn't care, this was his domain. He ruled here, not these abominations.

Pyrrha sat perched on the tops of the rocks protruding from the river surface. Her emerald eyes scanning the slowly flowing surface for any sign of the grimm or the young man that had called out to her. Her heart was hammering inside her chest. Fear of him having drowned while helping her, tearing at her. Filling herself with guilt. As she concentrated on the water's surface. watching for something to breach the surface, the sound of a bullhead engine grew closer, and closer.

A minute or so latter it was hovering over the water, and a very concerned Professor Goodwitch was looking at her.

"Pyrrha are you okay?"

"Yes, but there's a..."

"Give me your hand! You were warned not to come near the river!"

"But..."

"Your hand now!"

Pyrrha hesitantly did as her Professor Goodwitch instructed, and was quickly pulled into the bullhead. The second she crossed the hatch's threshold, the engines whined and it rose into the air. Pyrrha cast a look back towards the river, catching a glimpse of the young man sitting upon the rocks she had just been perched on.

"No! Look at me! Pyrrha look at me! Not him! ME!"

Jaune watched the bullhead rise higher and higher. Ozpin and Glynda had snatched her away from him. This caused him to laugh, a light musical and off putting sound. Of course they wouldn't let him have one of their precious students. Pity, he thought as he proceeded to start brushing out his golden hair.

/==> Jaune's of the Monster-Verse Collection <==\

#jaune's of the monster-verse #rwby #jaune arc #rusalka!jaune #pyrrha nikos

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azsazz · 2 years ago

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Furiously Fluffy Masterlist:

The Games We Play (Part 2) [Fight, Makeup]

Here’s to Tradition [Daddy!Az]

Ringside(Part 2) [Admiring]

In the Shadows

Leisurely

Starfall

Reading Between the Lines

You Have Yourself a Deal

Family Dynamic [Daddy!Az]

The Different Kinds of Darkness

One More [Smut]

A Different Color

The Art of Giving [Pining]

Can’t You See? [Daddy!Az]

Summer Daze [Daddy!Az]

Promises [Sick Fic, Daddy!Az]

Looking Back

Two Is Better Than One [Daddy!Az]

A Better Idea

Cocoon

Midnight Muse [SBA]

The Calm Beneath the Storm [SBA, Daddy!Az]

The Honeycrisp Grove [SBA, Daddy!Az]

Taciturn [Daddy!Az (doesn’t make an appearance), Baz centered]

Hush Little Baby [Daddy!Az, Wren centered, SBA]

The One with the Best She’s Ever Had [SBA]

Round and Round [Comedy Special, talks of who in the IC has slept with who]

Cuddle Me In[SBA, Daddy!Az, Jax Centric]

Unwrapped [Daddy!Az]

Into the New [Daddy!Az]

Coal Lined Lens [Modern!Azriel, Art School AU]

About Last Night [Daddy!Az, Bat Baby Centric]

Between Me and You [Daddy!Az, Jax Centric]

Moonlight Rising

Siren Songs Blurb – Moon Jellyfish [Merman!Az]

Here for You [Daddy!Azriel, Zuzu Centric]

Between the Shadow and the Soul [Death God!Azriel x Goddess of Life!Reader, Fluff, Mentions of Smut]

Warming Up

Storms Don’t Last [Friends to Lovers]

Hack and Slash [SBA]

Terrible Twos [Daddy!Cass]

Sugared and Spiked

Flesh Wound [Wounded!Cassian, Banter]

Structure of the Gods [Modern!Cass, Art School AU]

Burrow [Fluff, A/B/O Dynamics]

The Midnight Hour [Vampire!Cassian, Fluff]

Ace of Hearts [Modern!Cassian, Angst, Fluff]

Strips and Sutues [Daddy!Cassian]

Late Night Talking [SBA]

Clandestine Love [YA!Rhys, Pining]

Falling For You

Due Time (Part 2) [Daddy!Eris]

Just One More Taste

Sweeter Than Pie [SBA]

Sweater Weather [SBA, Daddy!Eris]

Creepy Campfire [SBA]

Milk & Cream [Daddy!Eris, SBA]

Late Nights in the Middle of June [SBA, Daddy!Eris]

Aching for Autumn [SBA]

Meet me in the Woods [SBA]

Our Souls Are Stars and Mine Is Forever Yours [Gideon x Maude] [Starfall Week Prompt 1]

Jax uses his powers at a party

Jax finds out Knox’s mating bond has been found out

Bryaxis calls Jax a friend

Uncle Cassian’s reaction to finding out Jax wants to visit Bryaxis

#azsazz furiously fluffy #acotar #azsazz #azsazz masterlist

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ultrameganicolaokay · 2 years ago

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Hack/Slash: Back to School #2 by Zoe Thorogood. Cover by Thorogood. Variant cover by EPHK. Out in November.

"Cassie Hack has gone back to school… slasherhunting school! Meet Darla, an ex-scream queen dedicated to turning young girls into Killer Killing Machines by way of the mysterious Agency—and she's just in time as a host of internet slashers attack!"

#hack/slash: back to school #hack/slash #cassie hack #image comics #zoe thorogood #ephk #variant cover #horror #comics

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symphonic-scream · 1 year ago

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I've got more P5 as P3 in honour of P3R and the fact that I'm learning more about P3 than what I gathered from PQ so sjdbdj

World Akira wakes up some nights to these angry blonde children who tell him the world is ending but he's special?? Also someone about the moon but they're fighting and yelling and he's tired

(at the end of the post there will be a tldr with all the arcana listed lmao)

I've changed my mind on something. Akane Hasegawa isn't Justice, she's Hanged Man. Wondering why her dad doesn't spend time with her and shit. Why he isn't trying harder to avenge her mom

That leaves an open spot on the team. A young character, who fights, and maybe is good with a gun? My new idea is SEES member Shinya Oda. I think this would work better than Akane in any sense

I haven't chosen a distinct role for Hifumi yet. Maybe Fortune? Instead of Art Club it's Board Games club and it's chess and shogi?

Now let's talk more about our SEES members

Member 0, the Empress Arcana, Makoto Niijima. She's been able to summon her persona since the big accident, the one that put her guardian, her older sister, into a coma. Makoto visits Sae at the hospital a lot, and she's lived in the Iwatodai dorms ever since. She was alone there for a long time, until members 1 and 2 joined her, when they all started middle school

Makoto appears put together to the younger members. She's got her sick ass motorcycle persona, and guides them through Tartarus at the start. Under her help even Ryuji does okay on his exams

But, it's mostly a ruse. She's trying to live "normally" to ensure she has a future but, part of her believes there won't be a future. She's stubborn in her escapism, and it's what led to a falling out between her and member 2. She's still a scared little girl deep down. Luckily, she's got a bond stronger than blood with member 1, though they don't show it around their Juniors. They remain focused on the fight, and seek the other for comfort and physical distraction afterwards

Member 1, the Star Arcana, Haru Okumura. She lost her mother young, due to her father's high status, in some, incident she doesn't talk about much. Even Makoto barely knows about it, and they're as close as can be, soul mates practically. Haru was involved, was there, and her father doesn't talk to or visit her much since she's come to the dorms

Haru needs to be strong, so those around her are safe. When first starting out, Makoto and member 2 had to take hits for her, and she'd cry after, while learning to tend their wounds from Sojiro or Takuto. Now, she's turned that old fear into a drive to slash and hack through every shadow, so her "family" is always safe

When she breaks her rib during that April Full Moon, she's so pissed she's sidelined. She spends the downtime picking through colleges with Makoto, softly talking about their next year. Haru does it for Makoto's sake. When she's high on pain meds in the hospital, she texts Member 2 for the first time in two years. They start meeting up, and Haru tries to convince 2 to come back

Member 2, the Moon Arcana, Ken Amada. He used to smile more, the girls say. Before. He's always been a quiet soul, Sojiro claims. He was the realist, the mature one of the three, always focused on the truth; the world will end, and only they can stop it

That's what his fight with Makoto was about. The middle of their second year, after they've been friends for 6 or so years, he punches her. His grades were low, he was skipping school to train, and she accused him of throwing away his life for the cause. He thinks planning for the future is stupid, when they might not have one. He didn't mean to hit her. She didn't mean to give him that ultimatum.

Ken misses the girls so much. He's got no one else but them. When he comes back, he's putting on a lighter attitude. Joking around with Makoto and Haru, after agreeing with Haru to at least pick a college with them. They're closer to being kids during that time then they ever were, now that the burden is shared a little. But Ken, he still knows there's little chance in their dreams coming true

Okay I went a little too off on them the rest will be shorter

Member 3, the World Arcana, Akira Kurusu. He's the fucking protagonist??

Member 4, the Lovers Arcana, Ann Takamaki.

Member 5, the Temperance Arcana, Yusuke Kitagawa.

Member 6, the Magician Arcana, Ryuji Sakamoto.

Member 7, the High Priestess Arcana, Futaba Sakura.

Member 8, the Aeon Arcana, Goro Akechi.

Member 9, the Strength Arcana, Morgana.

Member 10, the Justice Arcana, Shinya Oda.

I won't list the SEES arcana again but here's some others that aren't shown here!

Kasumi Yoshizawa, aka Maya, is the Hermit

Sumire Yoshizawa is the Chariot

Hifumi Togo is the Fortune

Caroline and Justice are Death

Devil is the same.

Yuuki Mishima is the Emperor

Munehisa Iwai is the Tower

Uh. The Sun. Maybe, Tae Takemi? I haven't done this social link ever in P3 so I'll iron it out later on

Shiho is around, she appears in a lot of the Chariot and Lovers ranks, as well as Emperor

Anyways. I do have more but most is on the senior trio I apologize

#makoto niijima #haru okumura #okujima #p5 as p3 au #ken amada

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nitrosodiumofficialuses · 2 years ago

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Music Games Investigation

This time, I have broader genres. Any game that uses music or sound in an interesting way, for my purposes, is a "music game".

Friday Night Funkin - This is a game I was obsessed with back in 2021. It's a prototypical falling-arrows rhythm game, with the funky counterculture aesthetic of late 2000s Newgrounds. You know, Madness Combat, Pico's School, all of that. Mechanically, it's nothing special, but a few of the tracks really stand out, and the levels have interesting gimmicks - Week 3 has a rushing train to throw you off, and Week 7 takes place in an active warzone, with soldiers running about and tanks rumbling across the screen, further blocking your arrows. The fanbase is... difficult, it seems they can't go a week without ending up with a mod cancellation or some new drama. But, mechanically, it's fine. I'm no way near as good as I used to be at it, but sometimes I still open it up and play a round or so.

Metal Hellsinger - I've only seen a little of this game, but it looks really sick. You enter Hell with a cool sword, and then you kill demons to the beat of heavy metal, starring actual metal singers. I don't know what else to say; it's pretty distilled, no real bloat or feature creep. You can do combos and executions, and the longer you kill on beat for, the more your combo meter increases. Interestingly, unlike a lot of music games, the focus isn't on going at ludicrous speeds, it's about staying on beat, so the character is actually pretty slow.

Hi-Fi Rush - I've heard of this game, but I honestly knew nothing about it until today. All I know is it's a rhythm game and possibly a JRPG, and it stars a cat, and it's all really stylised and cel-shaded. After watching a few videos, I've found it's pretty cool! It's some sort of third-person action game, where everything in the world is tied to the beat - screens flash, trees bob, and enemies move according to the music's BPM. You also have to attack, using elaborate combos and moves to the game's alt-rock soundtrack. Everything in the environment just pops with colour; it's a very bright game, taking you from lava pools to gigantic robot factories. It seems like something I'd actually enjoy, to be honest.

Also, here's a quick look at dynamic soundtracks. The first one I'll look at is the hi-tech hack n' slash Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance. Apart from having some of the best music in the Metal Gear series, the music is sort of dynamic. In boss fights, it loops the bridge of the song until you get to a point where you can critically wound the boss, at which point, the chorus flares up, perfectly timed with you slicing a chunk off your current cybernetic foe. Once you've cut them down to low health, the lyrics kick in. It's so amazing. Doom 2016 had a similar system, where the music would fast-forward to a high-octane segment when you got into combat, and the beat would loop until you were at a point in combat where the beat would drop. The earliest dynamic soundtrack I know of is System Shock. Different parts of the soundtrack would be louder/quieter, higher/lower pitch based on your current health, SHODAN's grip on the floor you were on, whether you were in combat, and a bunch of other features. Thing is, nobody noticed it, and so they removed it for System Shock 2.

#gamedev #devlog

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fmp1otyresemapfeka · 2 months ago

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Previous Character Concepts 2: Avis And Vinea

"I knew you were gay."

"Bi."

"Seeya." - A Conversation between Avis and Vinea, moments after thinking they were going to die.

Not every story needs a comic relief character, so why not make two? That's the main role the two character's served in Rabbit's Foot, one that developed into one of my personal favourite aspects of the story.

Sure, the character's don't really in anyway thematically, but can't you say that about most friendships? Getting along with random people you just happened to meet on a random day of the week?

So let's go over the few things I learned while writing the dysfunctional duo.

Initial Concept

The two were some of the first characters I actually came up with for the initial version of Rabbit's Foot. And much like most things from the early concept, their concepts were changed drastically.

For instance, Avis was initially named Harpy Queen. The character was meant to be a feral bird that wanted to spread mischief and chaos. Along with the fun character quirk of wearing a Paper bag over her head. Harpy Queen's original arc was about accepting herself and becoming better for it, something that carried over into the final version of Avis.

Meanwhile Vinea was originally called Rose Thorn, a young girl who lost most of her body in an accident, cursed to walk around as a plant themed freak. Buuut, the concept felt... Lacking.

So when i decided to go more into a futuristic fantasy split, I kept the characters since they could still work for the story. Though they needed a few rewrites.

That's when I decided to give Avis a struggling street performer angle that felt more fitting. Meanwhile Vinea's character became a more laid back, rather cocky counter to the harpy's chipper nature.

Names

With their new personas, I needed to come up with waaay better names. So I do what i always do whenever i struggle with names.

Make them literal.

"Avis Carmen" is Latin for "Bird Woman" and "Vinea Vinctum" translates to "Vine Bound". I love my naming scheme.

Role In The Story

The two's role, as mentioned above, was comic releif. But I still wanted the two to play off of other character's than just each other, so through the story, i parred them up with random side characters to see what worked and what didn't.

Avis actually ended up being the main protagonist for one of the arcs, as I wanted to focus on a different view point with a weaker character in terms of the world.

It did lead to the second major rewrite of the initial concept, as I hadn't actually planned to properly use Avis as a true protagonist at all. But the arc itself, while clumsy in places, did turn into one of the few I think of fondly.

The character's were mainly based on the strange friendships I had over my short life, and the wild situations you could end up in by just being with someone else.

It's funny how life works, huh?

Random Character Trivia

The two are somewhat based on Mayday And Zuke From the indie rhythm hack and slash game No Straight Roads.

-Vinea's green colour scheme and sometimes lazy attitude was lightly based on Zuke.

-While Avis's redesign was heavily based on Mayday, with the hair, personality and use of a guitar.

Avis's Full name is "Avette Carmen", with Avis just being a nickname she got from her friends during high school because she always proclaimed she was a "Songbird in waiting".

Vinea's true name is actually unknown, as no one has ever really brought it up.

Vinea's story for how he lost his limbs always changes every time he tells the story. It's a mystery how or why he actually has vine arms and legs.

Despite calling herself a Harpy, Avis is actually a Transfigured human, explaining her lack of wing like arms like most harpies.

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kayayeteae · 5 months ago

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Watching a vid about games that are worse than you remember and it really hits the nail on the head of games that I need to differentiate from what I viewed as good back then to what I view as good now.

Because I willingly went into Mario RPG (remake) knowing how well it would stands up to this day—and man, does it still do (given the few gameplay enhancements it had). but I just know there are games that I’d replay and think, this did not age well at all. And I can probably think of several games that can go into that criteria.

I often link my favorite games to nostalgia and the period in life that the narrative impacted me the most. It’s easy for me to say FFVII is one of my favorites as it introduced me to my favorite writing trope of the unreliable narrator. Tales of symphonia didn’t introduce me to the trope of betrayal, but impacted me the most given that kratos was one of my favorite characters. Both games also introduced me to a new mechanic of gameplay I often seek in this day and age (ATB for JRPGs and hack-and-slash in general). Metal gear solid introduced me to stealth gameplay and complex narratives that were definitely beyond my understanding at that age, but hey, I’m still a devout fan. When I think of my favorite games linked to nostalgia, I usually think of those games first. Would I be able to play those games again? Probably not because the voice acting for ToS and MGS are so bad it physically makes me recoil, but it was the 90s/00s so it can be forgiven.

But modern games? Games I played as an adult with a different perspective of this world? Judgement/judge eyes. Devil May cry 5. Lies of p. These are the games that blew my expectations out of the water. Judge eyes narrative was so engaging that it had me playing hours on end. The gameplay for Devil May cry and lies of P were so insanely polished that I itch to play them again.

But there are games I simply outgrew and never really see myself getting back into. Ace attorney. Assassins creed. Ace attorney is so oddly specific given that I played all the games that were released to a point in high school. AC was an infatuation I had with but got merely exhausted from. 2 will always have a special place in my heart tho. I’m sure those games are fine but I wouldn’t really revisit them again….maybe uncharted 2 can be added as well. Although I did play it in the Nathan Drake collection and I do declare it as my favorite, I feel like if I tried it again (especially after playing lost legacy and 4), I’d struggle to play it.

Idk where I’m getting at with this I just wanted to talk to a wall bc I don’t feel like talking to my family LMAO.

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theantoniomabs · 7 months ago

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REVIEW: Hack Slash Back to School #2 (of 4)

Hack and Slash your way through a depressive pixelated video game landscape until you find the “slasher” responsible for hanging and cutting people in half in their own apartments. Zoe Thorogood delivers a second installment to her creepy and gory “girls in uniforms solving bloody crime series”. Funny, well-paced, and filled with interesting and unique characters. Hack and Slash #2 follows…

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comicbookclub · 1 year ago

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Hack/Slash: Back to School #2 Review: The Game Is Afoot

Cassie Hack's slasher school origin continues from Zoe Thorogood in Hack/Slash: Back to School #2.

Cassie Hack’s slasher school origin continues from Zoe Thorogood in Hack/Slash: Back to School #2. We reviewed the book on the Stack podcast. But in the interest of highlighting more about the title, here’s a summary of the conversation with our thoughts. And if you prefer the longer audio version, that’s below as well! Powered by RedCircle Hack/Slash: Back to School #2 Review: With Cassie…