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normal-internet-user · 11 months

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As promised, pumpkin pie! (/p) Here's my two cents for our favorite kiddo reader. The heir of Apocalypse!Peepaw Leo. The edgelord (and rightfully so!) turned dork nugget and their kooky adventures because I say so >:3

– ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ Adopted Reader Fluff!!! My serve!! (probs a smidgen of angst bc this one specific scenario has been rotating in my head & i definitely meant to include it in the headcanons last night but, as previously mentioned, my eyes felt like they were gonna fall out 🥴) ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

p.s , I am also listening to the Goofy Movie soundtrack, specifically Stand Out + I 2 I which are my faves!!! Tevin Campbell did not have to go that hard. Highly recommend.

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Even More Reader Post-Movie Headcanons!

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Okay so

I really wanna start out with the scenario that I am positively aching to show you bc I really wanna know what you think, ANDDD I think it weaves in so well with the repairing (or rather, building) of Reader and Leo’s relationship in this timeline!

But, we’ll get there. 😉

After the events of the movie, everything is still raw. Not only are we recovering from a literal war, but all the issues that come with coping with a timeline that we aren’t used to – a timeline we’ve only heard nostalgic regalings of from Papa, lullabies and tall tales and stories meant to keep up some sort of hope and light in the midst of the darkness they lived in day by day, as well as in the mystic projections of Uncle Michelangelo

. . . but now?

Seeing it in all its prime and modern-day glory?

It’s so, so beautiful.

Reader can’t and would never deny that.

It’s vibrant. It’s colorful. It’s free. It’s such a far cry from the blood-red skies and dilapidated wastelands they grew up with. The ruins were their "sunny skies and rolling fields" so to speak.

Now that they are here. In the flesh?

It’s. A lot to handle.

Reader is wrecked, for sure.

Casey is too! He’s just better at handling– hiding? Coping.

He’s more open and excited and gentle and polite and cheerful and.

We learn a lot from him as time goes on.

#caseythenationaltreasure

I like to imagine that Casey is a really big help in Reader’s journey to peace; not only within and with themself, but with the people around them too.

Eventually,

Sure, it’s still a bit awkward with everyone; you guys are kids from the future stuck in a different timeline - with the people who raised you and they're the same age as y'all! What more could you DO to them? (/lh)

Ah. But they’ve got their family. and it’s no joke that they’re a big help!!

Mikey is in his Prime as Doctor Feelings and scheduled regular sessions with Reader bc his EQ is very sharp, as we all know, and he notices just how bad Reader wants to come to terms with everything, and he wants to help. He does help. A lot.

Donnie is ever the 'tism with the emotional constipation (/aff) but he helps and provides in his own little special Donnie ways!

Even if he may not outright say it all the time, he cares and loves his family so so much and he'd do anything for them.

He sets Reader up with some fun and unique techno-cool gifts that help them with things they don't speak up about;

– – like upgrading their mask to have a panoramic-projection so they can put a whole visual to the audio recordings and playbacks stashed in the device memory (only if they want tho! he won't touch it otherwise :'3)

He pretends like he's not hanging on to Reader's every little word when they do engage in casual conversation [which becomes more and more frequent as time goes by!] under the guise of typing on his phone or smth,

and takes those tidbits to create something so heartwarmingly thoughtful and faceted that we may as well just take a big ole stamp that says "You're Not Fooling Anyone With That Bad Boy Persona" and bash it on that forehead of his. JSJSJ (lovingly ofc :*)

Speaking of panorama-projectors, I can see him making it to interchangeable sceneries!

I'm talking about galaxies and solar systems (feeds into Reader's crow tendencies *sniff sniff* soooo many shiny thingssss)

Deep-sea oceans like Ariel's cove-esque or Pandora's sea settings from Avatar

Or even peaceful golden hills and orchards, just them and the big blue sky, the sound of the breeze dancing and larks singing in their ears.

... whatever they want, Don makes it happen.

He definitely takes Mikey's artsy avenues and teams up with him so they can surprise the Future Kids together!

– – 🩵🩶 Casey and Reader fall asleep curled up together in a pillow fort with the projector playing, and it's the best sleep they've gotten since the sleepovers with their Papa.

made myself cry thinkin' that up *sobs*

And isn't Uncle / Big Bro Raphie such a sweetheart during it all? He's the rock of the family, but he's learning to let the family in a lot more. He's learning to not be so "overbearing", especially with his Protective Instincts flying off the handle since the battle. Sure he can be heavy-handed, but he just wants to keep his family safe. And he always has! He always will. He heals to a comfortable place with time, and while he'll always be everyone's rock, you all are there for him too.

Family is stronger together, and-

You all reassure him of that.

In quiet moments, rare moments when it's just him and Reader – they tell him just that. Their hand is comically small on his forearm, but their eyes are earnest; they stare up at him with a sparkle of admiration. They'd only heard stories regaled fondly by their surviving family members, often accompanied them when they visited his shell on the wall lit by candles.

– meeting their uncle, so young but endlessly strong, is a fickle kind of honor. But still an honor.

(and Raphie may or may not have cried whenever Reader gets him right in the feels hurk-)

Reader and Casey get spoiled rotten (i.e: given the basic necessities to which they did not have access to in their timeline sjjsshahahd) by their family nonetheless!!

UGhhghghh imagine it with me, Normie!

Bubble baths! Warm, cozy clothes! Books that weren't rotting, charred, or furled at the edges! Taking them to comic book stores! Convenience stores! The park! The WATERPARK! The mall!! Introducing them to music and headphones/earbuds to match! Conventions and cons! Amusement parks! Ice cream parlors! Casual strolls throughout New York and doing all these things!

Oh and don't get me started on the adventures they get into in The Hidden City!! :DDD

....

seriously, don't–

foreshadowing -thickens-

*ahem*

In all honesty, the whole clan becomes clingy with each other post-Invasion. That goes w/o saying.

Even Case and Reader, despite the initial tension, have little to no qualms with being pulled into Turtle Piles, nor all the casual affection that comes with healing and growing together!!

It's odd but sweet :')

—Casey and Reader eventually grow out of always seeing the guys as uncles/aunties/parental figures (save for Splints + Draxy + etc.), it becomes more sibling-like in a way!

But they'll always be just as close.

They were just that in their timeline.

But that timeline is lost.

And scary as it may be, they're building themselves a new life. A better life. It's what Papa would have wanted.

So. Why not do just that? :')

>> fam that gets traumatized together STAYS together (/gen)😤

Tragedy brings them closer in ways they didn't think it would.

the awkwardness between reader & leo melts into something more mellow, and we owe a big part of that to Casey!

He's their bridge. Seeing as he's closer to Leo at the given time, he hangs out with his sibbie and Leo at the same time so that they can hang together too. >:3c

Such a genius boy ueueu.

— and before they know it, Reader and Lee-Lee are actually bonding really well. It takes time, and there are withdrawals and setbacks along the way, but it is those obstacles that pave the way for something strong. Something true, honorable, pure, and real.

The reader knows — you know, glory do you know ... that this may not be your Papa.

But maybe...

Maybe that's okay.

You had him. You had Casey. You had your family, the ones once lost to fates beyond your control, and now here you were.

You had all won.

And if that in of itself wasn't something to celebrate with every breath you took,

—you would have given up on that war all that time ago.

Reader and Leo come to a mutual ground with one another.

Let's come to a place where they're more than civil with each other; Leo adores casual affection, and Reader does too— they just weren't willing to give way for such in the beginning.

But it's not unusual to see Leo and them curled up next to each other. Most of the time, Casey's with them too! But in the rare times he isn't, Reader and Leo are comfortable and just doing their own thing.

Like they'll be reading a book, or playing on a handheld device (game, Switch, phone, etc. they're amazed by present-day technology) and Lee's got a comic book,

or he's resting his head close to theirs while he guides them through what they may be doing on their fun little screen.

Leo finds a comfort in you, and you find a comfort in him— once you both let each other in.

All the time it took was worth it :')

I can see them being the most annoyingly caustic yet affectionate besties SNSNJJSJSJ biiig "only I get to make fun of them >:(" energy

or a complete opposite:

once we get past all the vitriol, they're so soft for each other hhhh-

Like Reader becomes fairly protective over him; handles him gently with small smiles and murmured words, helps him out and gives the best muscle massages or is quick to redress and assist when he's smarting from his wounds, knows him well enough to comfort him through panic attacks, indulges in his stupid jokes and puns bc he raised them, hello.

They bounce off each other for hours—

the rest of the guys have resorted to begging, multiple times jsjsj.

and Leo, by this time he knows how much Reader meant- means to him, but he doesn't try to take their Papa's place; he's not scared of them, he does learn to love them /p, and tries to translate that in the most respectful yet straightforward way possible,

and that helped their growing relationship a lot!

He rough-houses (gently) and spars with them, teases them just enough to see their flustered expression, annoys them affectionately — but is the first to come to their defense when someone else gets too cozy.

A lot like a best friend or a sibling.

... He also cuddles and slings his arm around their shoulders and gives the best bear hugs (when they want/need). He reads to them- either one of his comics or one of their acquired books- when they can't sleep or just needs something to hear other than the overbearing voices in their head. He always eats with them, introducing them to new foods he thinks they'd like and giving them the bigger portion (when they get used to stomaching it ofc). Holds their hand. Protects them from the small things and encourages them with the big things, because he knows they can handle it and they just need that little nudge. And to know that someone is right behind them the whole time.

All that good stuff.

(and Casey is so jazzed two of his favorite people are getting along so well aaaa!!)

—hey or maybe it's a healthy mix of both!! ♡₊˚ yeahhhhh.

big BIG ride-or-die energy. I like to imagine that (ㅠ﹏ㅠ)

At the end of the day, they'd die for each other all over again. It gets to THAT point.

Both figuratively and literally.

One milestone in their bond took place and in a way nobody really saw coming—

They were in the Hidden City, stopping by Señor Hueso's for some good grub,

but Leo's leg was pinching a bit more today, and Reader felt a migraine coming on; they wanted to get back home for Mikey's Miracle Migraine Tea, maybe a scalp massage if they pulled the puppy eyes the aforementioned taught them in the future (they don't need to. he'd do it at the drop of a hat. they just like to be eggstra 💅🏼),

so they're both kinda rushing this little outing. Reader's a touch grouchy and their notorious RBF makes a whole comeback, but Leo knows them well enough to know it's not directed at him. He feels for ya, and he sticks close as you both wait for your pickup order to come through.

Then, out of nowhere, some gigantuan yokai comes skulking over.

Reader notices immediately, having folded to lay their head on the cool countertop at the pickup counter; Leo was rubbing up and down their back in comforting circles, smiling down at them with warm, sympathetic eyes as he tries to distract them from their discomfort. He was too focused on them to notice.

and when they spot the glint in the yokai's eyes, they can practically smell the sinister intention as they stride over to them. They're looking for something they had no business to.

Reader tenses, hackles raised and fingers twitching where they gripped the forearms of their hoodie, and their eyes gleam as they peek out from under their hood.

Leo, who thinks they're about to be sick, frets and gently maneuvers them to sit on a nearby stool; he doesn't see the yokai until he's being clapped on the shoulder - the one that's sore, conveniently so - and nearly jumps out of his skin when he whirls on them.

This yokai - stocky, menacing, and a sadistic air about them, simply chuckles and cocks their head at the duo. They're wearing a server's uniform. Reader and Leo both realize it at once-- Reader with dread and Leo with (miscalculated) relief: they're an employee.

Anyways, Leo is put-off by this sudden intrusion of personal space and onslaught of bad vibes, but he's the Face Man and naturally a people person, so he greets them casually and asks if he can help them.

Alongside the incessant ringing in their ears that's their warning before disaster, alarm bells started going off in their head.

They can't really discern what Leo and this bum are saying at this point - everything was fuzzy and garbled like they were underwater; even from their vulnerability sprawled out over the countertop, Reader can tell from their body language that the convo is going in a very wrong direction,

especially when Leo is suddenly shoved back- too hard- and lands in a graceless heap on the floor behind them.

Your mind goes blank. A mindset that was wired into your being from birth – one you haven't had to enter for a while – burns your mind and chest and the alarm bells are deafening, even more so than the sudden uproar of commotion happening vaguely around you.

You're not focused on them. You become laser-focused on the yokai behind you, and between one breath and the next, you're out of your seat and tackling the yokai with a snarl, and you're beating the ever-loving spirits out of them.

You don't stop. You grab at fur and a muzzle, probably a tusk, but you don't care. You don't care, you don't care, you don't care–

– – you're relentless.

All that was in your head was blaring red letters: Protect. Family. Leo. Hurt. Still recovering. Threat. Protect.

Strike.

White-hot rage is pumping through your veins and powering your every strike.

You have them by the nape and slam the yokai's face into the ground muzzle/snout-first; you throw punch after elbow after backhand after punch, even as you feel bone and tendon cracking rather explicitly beneath your knuckles,

and when you're kicked off, rather weakly all things considered–

it doesn't deter you at all.

You use the airborne energy to bounce right back off the countertop (it would ache and bruise like heck later),

rip the stool that you were occupying just moments earlier, clean off its hinges,

and start wailing in on the no-good lowlife bully that thought it beneficial to try your brother.

–– it doesn't stop until the very seat of the stool cracks to shrapnel, the center rolling away like a hubcap, and you're gripping the bar in your hands, heaving like you just ran a marathon.

When the yokai unfolds their arms from shielding their head to peek at you, scrambling to stand, shaking and wide-eyed, your gaze is ferocious.

The skeleton of the once-seat in your hand gets thrown right at their face with a ridiculous strength, and if their muzzle/snout wasn't broken before, it was shattered now.

The yokai shrieks in pain and goes right back down as red iron seeps from their nose, mouth, through their fingers, writhing on the floor-

and you stomp forwards, plant your foot steady in the center of their chest, and press in close until you can see their pupils trembling; that's when you finally speak your first words of the evening:

"Don't you ever come near my brother again. If I see your sorry shank even breathe in his general direction? That stool? The end will find itself shoved right up your pathetic excuse of a voice box. You'd like that, yeah?"

Terrified head shakes and an even more terrified wheeze in response,

"You listen and you listen real good, geezer. I will find you, and a simple warning like this will be the least of your troubles. A warning in which I'm letting you off with, seeing as you're clearly mistaken in your endeavors. Even think of touching Leo, and you deal with this except a thousand times over. It won't be just me. Okay?"

your poorly concealed sadism makes a minor appearance in the sudden change of pitch in your voice and the smarmy grin that stretches your dry lips as you quirk your head and eyebrows in question; when the yokai does nothing but give an immediate jerky nod, you gently pat the side of their face, satisfied.

–which was a lull into a false sense of security, because you shifted your entire body weight and last bit of strength to shove their face back down as you stood up, ignoring their yowl of agony as you did so.

meanwhile everyone in the restaurant be like:🧍

when you came to, everything crashed into you at once: nausea rolled in violent waves in your stomach, the migraine came thrumming full-force, and your ribs creaked as you stumbled over to a shellshocked Leo.

You pulled him up on shaky legs, but much like every patron in the joint, his eyes were trained on the yokai you just obliterated, still writhing on the ground.

Eventually, Senor comes rushing out and, taking in the damage of the scene, demands an explanation. Reader is all-too glad to give it to him, eyes glazed over and voice a lot more calmer than the actual predator they previously were

But once they do, his eyes look over both of them and soften, especially when he takes in how Leo is visibly shaking and Readie looks like they're milliseconds away from passing out.

They get out of there, food in tow, Leo still extremely shell-shocked and Reader worse for wear at what just transpired.

Blue barely manages a portal home- but they do, and when they're safe in the familiarity of the Lair, they both metaphorically collapse.

The night ends with the perturbed fretting of the Clan, but it all boils down to one thing for sure.

Leo has Reader's hand in his, Reader is gripping with the same intensity, and they refuse to be separated for the next few days thereafter.

Anata wa hitori janai.

That is the Hamato way.

oh and that employee never showed up to the restaurant again :D sorry not sorry for using them as collateral for my bebes

more tidbits that came to mind when typing that storm up:

reader's a bad mofo . didn't ya know they were the scourge of the apocalypse? they were clandestinely feared by the kraang. leo kept them under wraps bc he knew how powerful they were. (/j) reader: they protecc, they attacc, but most of all, they gone need ice for they bacc SNRRRTTT

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HOOOWEEEEE, THAT'LL DO IT– ˚ ༘`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ I hope you do read all this, sugarcube!! I got kind of carried away, ahaha ^^;; I'm sowwwyyyy!~ But i AM excited to hear your thoughts, whenever that may be! <333

I'm mostly glad I finally got the well-awaited scenario in there!! Basically, Leo has a no-no moment with some lowkey bully and Reader completely overcompensates, even thought they're BOTH still tender from war, yet they go batty-bonkers over his oppression! >:( Don't touch their family!!! The scenario was inspired by a ficlet I read a while ago with Leo in the same situation, but Reader was in Donnie's place :''))) I'll have to find it for ya if you haven't read it yet-

aaa after this, i think i can chill without so much heaviness!! i need to indulge in some crack! some fluff! somethin' now that we've explored the reader and leo's dynamic!! they're the sillies ever and we need more!!

muwah! Hasta la vista, baeby! I'll be back!~ /p

Aaaa goodnight now XD! (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ Love ya loads, toots!! Enjoy the nomz, haha!🍓❣🍰💌🧸

Ok. First of all, and most importantly, I FREAKIN LOVE THE GOOFY MOVIE IT'S LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAVS EVER- AFTER TODAY IS MY FUCKING JAM-

ALSO ON THE OPEN ROAD??? HEHEH

Ahem.

Now that that's out of my system, let the headcanons begin...

READER'S HEALING PROCESS POST-MOVIE

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Post-movie, after everything calms down, and everyone's just trying to heal,

You definitly open up a bit more.

You'll apologize to everyone for how you acted before,

For being so hostile towards them.

Casey will 100% nudge Leo and you into hanging out together.

It was hard to do since you avoided Leo like the plauge, and he kinda thought you hated him or something.

Casey manages to kill the awkwardness, and now you and Leo go EVERYWHERE together.

Besties for realzies.

Donnie will try to be subtle with his gifting,

Spoiler: he isn't.

Most of the time he'll just leave whatever it is on Reader's bed for them to find with a small note.

He's dissmissive when you thank him too,

"Don't worry about." "It's no big deal."

The projector is now your most prized possesion aside from your mask.

I feel like you always had trouble sleeping in the dark,

In the future it would have been hard to have any kind of nightlight.

Limited resources and all.

So Uncle Michelangelo would fill your and Casey's room with little glowing lights.

Think Gaurdians of The Galaxy when Groot saves everyone, the little balls of light?

So thats what you usually project into the room.

And obviously you and Casey will have the occasional stargazing night.

Meeting Raph for you was pretty much the equivilent of Casey fan-girling over Leonardo.

The stories Papa told you about him made Raph sound like some kind of super hero.

So when you met him, you had to physically try to keep your rbf on, and not freak out.

You think he's so freakin' cool-

Omg if you show even the slightest signs of discomfort or sadness Mikey is on that crap.

Here comes Dr. Feelings, tell him what's wrong.

No family of his is going to be sad for long.

He'll 100% do his best to make you and Casey feel more at home in your new timeline.

Sometimes you'll turn the tables and now you're Dr. Feelings.

He doesn't like it, but he knows mental health is important, so he deals and ya'll have therapy sessions with eachother.

You not so subtly try to spend lots of time with Splinter as well.

You didn't have very much time with your Grandpa before the end of the world took him as well,

But now he's here, and you can tell that he did not change one bit with time.

His younger counter-part is exactly the same as the one you knew in the future.

You do the same thing with Draxxum as well and omfg he is so weirded out.

Like, why does this teenager want to willingly spend time with me? Did Mikey put you up to this? WHAT IS GOING ON-

But nope.

You just missed your weird alchemist Gramps.

April takes you for walks around the city, kinda showing you and Casey what it looks like when it isn't in complete ruins.

She shows you all the cool things it has to offer, and you even come back to the Lair with some shiny things you find on the ground!

You lost your old collection when you left your old timeline, so now you have to start your hoard all over :(

It's ok though, people drop tons of shiny things down water ways and sewer drains.

You and Leo will wander around the tunnels and look for your shinies.

It's a bonding experience, and he teases you about it.

Great gallileo the back and forths between you are so horrible.

They last almost all day, and when ever one of you starts one evryone groans out loud.

The only two people who can get you two to drop it and leave eachother alone are Casey and Raph, but Casey rarely does anything to stop it-

Once you and Leo get close he is such a little terd-

Teasing, and picking and poking.

Big brother energy for realzies.

He'll wake you up by playing California Girls really loud in your ear, and then giggle about it all day, while you try not to strangle him.

If he ever overexerts himself, god help him escape the scolding-

EVERYONE is on his shell about it.

But ESPECIALLY you.

It's even worse when you get upset at him, because after everyome else is done scolding him, they'll move on.

But you? You are so petty about it.

You scold him for hours,

Then you'll just kinda... sit there, silently glaring off into space.

It makes him feel so bad for worrying Reader, that he doesn't overwork himself more than like- five times before guilt makes him just chill tf out and heal.

That scenario you wrote, where Reader absolutely rocks that yokai's shit for messing with Leo?

(Wonderfully written by the way, truely a masterpiece)

First of all total fuck around 'n find out energy.

Second of all, I'm in LOVE with the idea of Reader going absolutely feral on the battle field.

In the future, EVERY fight was life or death, and I think Reader may need to learn that here, in this timeline, not every fight requires you to freakin' wreck the opponent.

Raph kinda has that talk with them after Senor told him how they messed that employee up.

Not every fight requires your 100%.

Then he'll totally congradulate you for destroying that jerk that hurt Leo.

Reader gets a reward cookie.

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Apologies this took so long to answer my dear (/p).

But here it is!! That scenario at Runof The Mill- *chefs kiss*

Beautiful. Amazingly written. I LIVE for feral reader.

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redpenship · 4 months

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Hello, hi, I have covid rn and so eepy but like this idea just came to me. You know how Eggman and other villain often call sonic a rat or other animals than a hedgehog right? What if like, intentionally miss identifying a mobian species is like the equivalent of a slur to them?

I’ve been stuck rotating this in my head for hours, now you get to have it too

Anyway love your stuff bye

Hello, I'm sorry that you're sick! I hope your case of covid isn't too terrible.

(Note: I am ignoring all the Archie Overlander stuff because I haven't read it yet).

Ultimately, I think the answer to this question depends on how entangled a character's identity is with their species. How much does Sonic care about being a hedgehog? Does it impact his decisions? Does he feel that it might impact how people perceive him? Historically speaking, has the misidentification of mobian species led to problems or discrimination? Is there a reason for Sonic to actually care when someone calls him a rat/rodent/other animal?

In the canon world, my inclination is to believe that it isn't something Sonic really cares about. His species is pretty important, since people call him a hedgehog all the time and it's usually one of the first things they notice about him, but there isn't really any bias displayed against hedgehogs (whether positive or negative) whenever someone comments on his appearance. The same goes for all the other mobian characters. So, I generally don't think he has reason to take offence when someone calls him a rat or rodent.

That doesn't mean Sonic never cares. Although the cartoon's standing in canon is questionable, Sonic does get annoyed in Sonic Prime when the Chaos Council refuses to identify him as a hedgehog for the duration of his capture. Now, there are two significant pieces of context there: 1) he's their prisoner in the moment and subject to immediate power imbalance, and 2) this particular dimension is one in which five humans rule over and oppress their animal/Mobian subjects. There are no other humans to compare the conditions of Mobians to, so whether or not the Chaos Council treats the Mobians like that because they're Mobians is kind of up in the air. You can take the fact that everyone wears clothes as evidence for their oppression being species-specific, and I think the way they treated both Nine and Sonic while they were captured also provides support for the species-specific take on everything. So, in this case, Sonic may have been flustered by the consistent misidentification of his species because it reflected unequal conditions seen in the world.

A similar instance I remember is Sonic's reaction when Chris offers him cat food in Sonic X--he gets kind of pissed and almost leaves. He may have just been upset that someone was offering him what is clearly pet food, but I'll take it as an example of Sonic being offended anyways. (Sonic X isn't canon either, but shows and movies outside of canon do allow writers to explore the characters in ways they can't in the games/comics, so I like citing them as fun hypotheticals sometimes).

Both of these examples might point to a more nuanced answer: Sonic doesn't care when Eggman refuses to call him a hedgehog, but he does care when other humans do it. His difference in attitude can be explained pretty easily: he holds the balance of power in his relationship with Eggman, but not with the other humans in Prime or X (Chris had just saved him from drowning, and he also wasn't allowed to run around as he pleased unless he wanted to be chased by cops again). So, if the context of being called a rodent allows for him to perceive it as dehumanizing, he might actually be bothered by it. It all depends on the power dynamics at play.

In true canon, I don't think there's any reason to believe that humans are prejudiced against Mobians. Eggman's attempts to dehumanize Sonic by comparing him to rats and non-sapient animals probably just make him look kind of goofy, or at the very least the kind of goofy you might associate with witnessing someone being genuinely hateful towards, say, Italian-Americans in 2023. Like, what? That's stupid. You're a weirdo, grandpa.

If you're a "humans are prejudiced against Mobians" truther, then I think there's a pretty high chance that Sonic would be offended by this kind of name-calling. This is especially true if there's any historical basis for humans deliberately associating mobians with "animals" as a way to flex power, alleged higher intelligence, or the supremacy of sophisticated human civilization.

My personal take on canon disagrees, but that's because I'm not the biggest fan of explicit fantasy racism and kind of go out of my way to downplay it even in fics where there are human-mobian tensions. I actually had a lot of fun playing with tropes in Buzzsaw Dilemma by having Mobians associate themselves with animals, or by refusing to have any of the human characters Tails interacts with do or say anything genuinely discriminatory. Not that this really matters in regards to the question at hand.

So, to summarize, I think the answer to your question depends on your interpretation of canon! If you think humans hold some kind of power over Mobians, then sure, Sonic would probably dislike being called a rat or rodent. If you don't, then I don't think he would really care that much.

#anon #sonic the hedgehog #redposts

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kmlaney · 8 days

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WIP questionnaire

tagged by @coffeewritesfiction and I am so sorry to take this long on a reply. Thanks for the tag!

Tagging @fallenscintilla (if you want! No pressure!) and @waywardwizzard and anyone who wants to!

1. What is the first part of your WIP that you created?

The very first line was: “D’ya think I care how it tastes?” I posted an edited version here. There's a snip of the original here.

For the record, it started as a character background for a TTRPG. In fact, it wasn’t even going to be the character I was going to play. Harrowed (undead/revenant) gunfighter? *eyeroll* Too cliché. I even made a homebrew archetype to play: a “spiritualist” in the late 1800’s sense. But that first line kept bugging me so I figured, okay. Fine. I’ll write this one scene and then work on my spiritualist.

Yeah. No. I never played the spiritualist.

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

I did all the fan stuff for Phil and Skyfallen, like playlists, faceclaims, all of that. I never did that before. I selected music for the theoretical TV show: main theme, a rotating list of outro/credits roll music, pieces for certain kinds of scenes. So if Skyfallen were a TV series, this would be the theme:

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3. What are your favorite characters that you made? Why?

That’s like asking which of my pets was my favorite. I love them all. I guess I loved Phil enough to make them the viewpoint character. They’re a more-mature version of the kind of character I wrote when I was a kid, now with serious problems I can explore as an adult. I like Phil’s father, whom I was determined to fridge in the beginning because fridging is usually a female character. Ha Ha! Then I went and gave him a character arc that could only end in his death so he’s not fridged after all.

I like Travelling Sam for being a conniving, money-grubbing jerk, but he’s fun to write. I like Eva as Carnival Mom; Maury for being a flamboyant, fun-to-be-around person hiding a serious drinking problem that everyone knows about. I like Doc Butcher for his name, for actually being trained as a vet but caring about everyone, and trying to do his best when he’s in over his head because he can’t do nothing.

I like Maker Lewis for his change of heart, though he was already on the fence and just needed a shove. And I like Miss Warren for being a nosy reporter whom Phil doesn’t want to like but ends up liking anyway. She also lets me play at muckraking reporter. Choosing words to specifically slant a piece is a load of fun.

4. What other pieces of media do you think your fan base would share?

Skyfallen has its roots in Westerns, so people who like cinematic westerns are a potential fanbase. I include horror, steampunk, and gothic elements, so if your venn diagram of interests includes those things then it might be for you.

Things I like that influenced or feel like this story: Silverado, The Magnificent Seven, RIPD 2 Rise of the Damned (movies. I hate to admit that last one but it was fun). Deadlands (TTRPG game. I created Phil for this setting). The Dark Tower novels--primarily Wizard and Glass but any of the parts dealing with Roland’s world.

There is zero romance. Phil’s ace, there is no main love interest, and anyone who gets together does so very off-screen.

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your WIP?

When writing the draft, the individual scenes flew out of my brain. I could hardly write them fast enough. In deep editing, though, it’s the big-picture stuff I find challenging. Which themes do I want to emphasize and which are less important? Do I really need all this buildup or should I start later? I need to show certain things so the later ones make sense, but that makes it even longer. It’s already very long; shouldn’t I be cutting things down? Argh. It's frustrating.

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

There are animals. Most are utilitarian: Horses, dogs, cats, chickens, cows. There are monsters also (for certain values of “monster”) all along the continuum from “non-sapient animal” through to “self-aware human intelligence.”

The way they figure into the story is more interesting. In life, Phil liked animals in general and had a special fondness for horses and mules. After dying and coming back reanimated, animals can’t stand to be around them. Phil doesn’t figure it out right away, and it hurts when they do.

7. How do your characters get around? (Ex. Trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

For the area the characters are in for the bulk of the story, most people walk, ride horses, or ride in wagons, carts, or coaches pulled by horses or teams of horses. There are a couple of trains but they are rare. In other areas, trains are common, as are ferries and lake boats. Airships exist; they are novelties and considered simultaneously luxurious and dangerous. In larger cities, along with the horse-drawn vehicles, people have bicycles, rickshaws, pedal-powered rickshaws, and palanquins. Automatons in a variety of configurations may be subbed in for horses or people in any of those conveyances.

8. What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

I’ve identified some specific foreshadowing that needs to happen. So I need to add that in. There are a few names that aren’t consistent; they’re flagged so I can fix them. I need to put in a few encounters so later ones make sense. It’s not exactly foreshadowing so much as worldbuilding. So editing stuff.

9. What aspects (tropes, maybe) of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

I have a hard time identifying tropes in my work, probably because I’m in the trees, so to speak, and can’t see the forest. Or groves, to push the metaphor. Having said that, here’s an attempt:

Portal/isekai

Found family

Unlikely group of heroes

Humans can be evil; monsters can be sympathetic

Religion, Magic, and cults

Monsters dwelling among humans

Enemies to not-friends (don’t push your luck)

Things get worse

Everyone has secrets

Lost memories, memory tampering

Weird West

Steampunk and Gothic Horror

Gunslinger/trick shot

Noble Demon/antihero

Good is not nice

I did come up with one of those taglines that you might see on the bottom of the cover of a book:

“Every Skyfallen has something they want to forget. And everyone in the Mistlands is Skyfallen.”

10. What are your hopes for your WIP?

Originally I was hoping for traditional publishing. I might still try to go that way. I’m also looking into self-pub, and websites that host serial stories. I think this story fits better into a serial format than a traditional book format. I need to make it more coherent (hence editing phase)

#kmlaney writes #kmlaney characters #kmlaney answers #All About my WIP #bad luck phil #mistlands #skyfallen #writing #coffeewritesfiction #fallenscintilla #Youtube

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yourmomxx · 7 months

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐕: 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇

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When Oliver Otto was thirteen, he made a vision board. His friends at school gave him the idea.

“That way I can have all my dreams on one place,” Cooper Bradford had said. And Oliver had been sold.

He installed the poster on the inside of his closet door. That way, he would have to look at it at least twice a day, and be reminded of what he was working towards.

It was a fresh feeling of reward.

As fate would have it, it was that only a few days later, when Oliver did his weekly affirmations, partnered with excessive research over what to show off at his resume, he found out about Harvard’s constant need for male ballerinas.

Ballerinos.

Oliver jumped off his bed and took a look at himself in his tall, full-body mirror.

Slim waist, long legs. He stood on his tiptoes. Nicely rotating ankles. He lifted his arms, tensed them up. Strong shoulders.

Yes, this could work.

The next day of school, in the fifteen-minute break just between English and Calculus, he made his way quickly to the teacher’s office, where he asked for “Mr Donovan”.

The man that was brought to him was pretty much the same height as Oliver’s mom, had slicked-back, blond hair that started to slightly gray around his ears, and a muscular body like a goddamn bear.

How he should ever imagine that man in a leotard, Oliver did not know.

“My name is Oliver Otto,” He introduced himself. “And I would like to sign up for your beginner’s ballet class.”

Mr Donovan almost doubled over with excitement. For someone looking as intimidating as he did, that was an unexpected reaction for Oliver.

Donovan smiled brightly at Oliver, and squeezed his hand extra tight and long when he shook it.

He said something about how inspiring it was that Oliver had such a profound passion to not wait until the next year to start class, and how excited he was to finally have a male dancer in his group.

“Between us,” Mr Donovan whispered, “I think the parents don’t quite believe me anymore when I say that male ballet dancers are just as popular as female ones. Think it’s all just for the movies.”

He smiled again, and shook Oliver’s hand again, and complimented him on his determination again.

Then, he slipped back into the teacher’s office. Oliver made it back to his class just in time for the bell to ring. For him, ballet classes started already the next day.

Oliver didn’t know if he could tell Cooper about it. If the older boy would use this as an opportunity to make fun of him and kick him out of their friendgroup. He couldn’t afford that, and his social status wouldn’t survive it.

If Luz were still here, Oliver thought, then she probably would know what to do. He had talked to her about his relationship with Cooper a few times, when she was still Viv’s housekeeper, and they abused her basement as a fashion workshop for their remodeled shirts.

Oliver had been sorting their third or fourth stack of money when the topic had been first brought up. “If I want to be as rich as Cooper Bradford, we will have to keep this up for quite some time,” He had said. Luz had squinted her eyes in interest. Some people would say that this was the way she always looked, but Oliver had learned to tell the difference. “Cooper Bradford?” She had asked, rolling the ‘r’s in his name so wonderfully, ”Isn’t he the pretty boy whose parents are never home?” Oliver had nodded. “You get me, Luz.”

She had tilted her head. “What do you care what one of those entitled rich boys thinks? He your friend?” Oliver had shrugged, suddenly very focused on their money again. It couldn’t hurt to count it all again. “I don’t know,” He had said, sincerely. “I mean, I think we are on our way to becoming friends, but - I don’t know.” Luz had nodded.

“Boy friendships are always complicated. That’s why I never had them.” Oliver raised his eyebrows. “What am I to you, then?”

“A business partner,” Luz had said, “A damn annoying one.” But Oliver could swear he had seen a small smile on the tips of her lips.

“Alright, Luz,” he had said. “Same time, same place tomorrow. Supply and demand, you understand.“ Luz had shaken her head and stashed her share into a loose tile on the floor.

“You’re so demanding,” She had said. “You’re gonna be an amazing rich person.”

And Oliver had grinned.

Now, he was more unsure than ever before. After his birthday party, he thought that him and Cooper Bradford had formed somewhat of a connection. Maybe a friendship. Hopefully.

That’s why he didn’t know, should he tell him about his plan? Him doing ballet had the power to ruin the image that Cooper Bradford had of him, and even if Oliver didn’t like admitting it, he cared deeply what the other boy thought of him.

Cooper Bradford started spending time at Oliver’s house more often. Back then, when Luz had mentioned that the Bradfords were never home, or everytime that Cooper had told him in what different country than America his parents were again, Oliver had not given it too much thought.

But when it was another day that Cooper entered their house, without knocking and just perching himself on the couch, Oliver first started realizing how lonely Cooper actually had to be. If he had his entire house, that was a castle, with movie rooms (plural) and pools (plural), and a game hall, and whatever else … what other reason would there be that he’d spend his days with Oliver?

In a house that was as big as the Bradford’s living room, with two annoying siblings, an out-of-style Dad, a Mom that always yelled at him, and a vase from El Paso as their most luxurious object.

At first, Oliver hadn’t understood. But maybe he was starting to.

“I decided to take ballet classes to get into Harvard.” He dropped it casually one day, after the evening his mother had invited Cooper to dinner, but before the time she pretended to be pregnant. They were sitting in Oliver’s room, he himself on the bed, Cooper on the desk, attempting at their homework.

Cooper raised his head from his worksheet, looked at Oliver.

“Chill.” He said.

He lowered his head again.

Oliver’s eyebrows shot up. “That’s it?” He asked, baffled. “You’re not gonna … say anything else?”

Cooper looked up, wrinkled his eyebrows, thinking. “I can play piano,” He stated. “When you’re good enough I can assist you by playing music.”

With that, the conversation was over for him, and he turned his focus back to his worksheets.

That was the moment that Oliver Otto decided it. Eyes trained on the hunched figure of the boy with the dark blond hair, it came to him like enlightenment. Cooper Bradford was his best friend. In the world.

Cooper Bradford was his best friend in the world.

He focused on his homework again. The smile didn’t leave his eyes.

Cooper Bradford was his best friend. In the world. It was nice to hear himself say that.

Or think it.

Because now, everytime when Cooper laughed with Jamie Miller, or charmed the hell out of a blonde girl from his biology class, he reminded himself steadily, that Cooper was his best friend, and no one else’s.

It was a refreshing form of reassurance that Oliver had not know he needed.

Spending more time with Cooper Bradford also meant seeing Kendra Nolan more often, because they’d grown up together and liked each other like siblings. Kendra was probably the only thing about Cooper that Oliver couldn’t stand.

Not that they talked much, it was merely the occasional eyeroll when she realized Oliver was sitting at her dinner table, or the time-to-time scoff when she talked about something she got from the money that he didn’t have.

Those things didn’t annoy him in Cooper, obviously. Because Cooper was his best friend.

Although, regarding Kendra, he had a feeling, that, since his birthday party, she seemed to only half hate his guts, and he didn’t find her voice quite as annoying as he did before.

“Alright, you two douche-nozzles,” she addressed them one day, while they were doing their homework, which Oliver found very rude by the way, and added to the mental list of things that he disliked about her.

“Listen up.” Without being asked, she sat down at the table next to them. Another mental note. “Halloween is coming up, which means you, Cooper, have to help me organize the Halloween Party this year.”

Oliver perked up. The annual Halloween Party for teenagers was as much of a tradition in Westport as trick-or-treating was in all of America. The place where it was hosted rotated and changed around from year to year, all of the kids quietly competing over who had the best and most epic party of all time. And this year, apparently, it was Tannyhill’s turn.

“Any idea what you’re gonna do?” Oliver asked him. Cooper shrugged. “I usually let my party planner handle all this stuff.”

Kendra threw him a murderous glare. It made Cooper retreat his words almost instantly.

“Buttt, joining forces I’m sure we’re gonna figure something out,” He added slowly.

“Aha,” Oliver let out. Cooper had once told him that it was one of Kendra’s hobbies to plan the parties that he had. She was in charge of all of his birthday celebrations, and a big factor in Tannyhill’s Christmas decorations.

He turned to her. “And do you already have any ideas what you’re gonna do this year?” Oliver asked, now directing the question towards Kendra. She picked at her nails. “A few.”

Hah. Liar.

“Oh, really?” Oliver probed. “Such as?”

“I don’t know. And I’m not gonna tell you. I was only here to talk to Cooper anyways. I don’t know why you’re always around him.”

She grabbed her things and stormed off. Oliver raised his eyebrows.

“Don’t worry about her,” Cooper said, “She takes a while to warm up to people. The first time I slept over at their house, she put a mouse in my bed.” He leaned closer and whispered, “She caught it herself.”

Right. That was totally normal.

Oliver Otto did not chase successions, fame, or pride. No, he carefully laid out the first bricks and waited until they came crawling to him over the bridge that he had built. It was a strategy, and it worked.

When Kendra Nolan rang his doorbell on a Saturday afternoon, he opened her with a smug smile already plastered on his face, his winning smile, that he definitely did not rehearse in front of his mirror.

"Kendra," he purred, "What brings you to my humble realm?"

She clenched her jaw and pursed her lips. The obvious discomfort this interaction brought her made Oliver’s smile only wider.

“Can we talk?” she murmured through pressed lips, and Oliver leaned forward, one hand behind his ear.

“I’m sorry, what was that? I’m afraid I couldn’t hear you.” She shot him a glare.

She was good at those. If looks could kill, his family would’ve had to bury him the first day he sat down at Cooper Bradford’s table of popular kids at lunch with his tray of spaghetti.

“Can. We. Talk.”

Oliver took a step back and gestured for her to come in. “Of course we can.”

Kendra stomped past him. She didn’t take off her shoes.

In his living room, a person like Kendra tended to look sort of out of place. Her entire appearance seemed put together, which couldn’t be said about his house, and the newspapers or sunglasses sprawled everywhere.

Most of her clothes probably cost more than his furniture. And yet, if only for this moment, she was completely at Oliver’s mercy. Oh, he was going to relish in this moment.

“So, Kendra, what is it that you wanted so desperately to talk about? With me?”

He was enjoying this way too much. Maybe he should consider therapy in the future.

She shoved her hands in her pockets. “’s about Halloween.”

Oliver gestured for her to continue talking while he took a seat next to the kitchen isle.

“I’m helping Cooper throw a party.”

“And?” He dragged. She let out a breath.

“And Cooper Bradford is terrible at planning things. There, I said it.” She threw her hands in the air and let them clap to her side again.

“Okay,” Oliver said slowly, “I still don’t get why you came to me about this.”

“Yes, you do,” Kendra said. Yes, he did.

“No, I really don’t.” He crossed his arms. “I guess you have to say it to me.”

She took a deep breath, one that lifted her shoulders and scrunched her face up. Oliver smiled, tight-lipped and evil. She wriggled on his rod like a fish, and he was holding her barely above the water to get her freedom.

If this was how detectives felt, when they pressured their victims into confessing a crime, maybe he should consider changing career paths.

“Canyouhelpmeplanthehalloweenparty?”

Oliver leaned forward, one hand behind his ear. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

A frustrated groan left her throat. “Can you help me plan the Halloween party? There. Happy now?”

Oliver leaned back, a smug grin on his face at her annoyance.

“Now say that again, kneeling down, and add a please.”

“The only thing I’m gonna do kneeling down is punch you where it really hurts, Otto,” she spat.

Oliver’s eyes widened. “Fair enough.”

She straightened her shoulders. “Alright, so, this was completely humiliating and degrading for me. So, now, if you please-“ She frantically waved her hands around, “-would just help me with this?”

Oliver bit the inside of his cheek to refrain from letting a sarcastic remark slip of his tongue,

“Alright, so what do you need my help with?”

Kendra sighed and took a seat on a stool next to him. “First of all, an idea. You know, when people think Bradford, they think rich. Which means they think big, and glamorous, and unique. So the party has to be all of those things.”

“Please tell me again why you aren’t letting your party planner do all of this?”

“Because I like it,” Kendra admitted. “The planning, and the having ideas, and preparing everything. I think it’s fun. I’ve just been so busy with school lately that it feels like my mind has closed off to anything I enjoy. And also I have the money to make any sort of extravagant imagination I have come true.”

Oliver nodded. “Well, then you’ve come to the right place. I do have extravagant ideas, which you have the money to fulfill.” She grinned.

“Alright, so what are we working with? Do you have a direction, a theme, something like that?”

Kendra hummed. “I know that I want something unique. You know, not the typical ‘webs around the house’ thing. I have the money for more, and I wanna use that.”

Oliver slowly nodded his head, thinking. “Alright, alright. I mean, the typical thing doesn’t sound so bad. You know, Haunted House themed. Spiderwebs, maybe some blood around, eyes in the punch bowl.”

“Okay, fine,” Kendra said, “Let’s go classic. But then we should have some sort of climax. You know, like an interlude at midnight. Something that fits the Haunted House theme. I’m thinking maybe scare actors and flickering lights.”

Oliver grinned. “That’s not a bad idea.” She smiled proudly.

Then, an idea struck Oliver and he perked up. “Tell me, Kendra,” he said, “How big is your garden?”

If you had asked Oliver Otto three months ago, he would have told you he would never consider letting Kendra Nolan even into his house, not when Cooper wasn’t there. Hell, if you had asked him a week ago, he would’ve probably said the same thing. Even stranger was it, that currently, he was sitting on his bed, Kendra Nolan on the floor in his room, helping her design invitations for the Bradford’s Haunted House party. He still thinks their names should be credited in that title in some way, but after the dozenth eyeroll and sigh he got from Kendra on that topic, he let it rest.

“Your ideas were really good, Oliver,” Kendra suddenly said, and clicked the lid on a black marker. “I hope your mom has that same talent.”

At Oliver’s confusing look, she added, “Well, because of the Spring Gala.”

“How do you know about that?” He asked. “Your dads don’t even volunteer at school.”

“They don’t,” she shrugged, “But, Westport moms have the habit of dumping all the stuff they should go to therapy for on their children. We know just about everything about just about anything.”

“That’s badass.”

“Totally. Although I now know terrible things about Tabetha Thornton that I wish I didn’t.”

“Other than her name?” They snickered.

Maybe Oliver should be concerned about the fact that they clicked so easily instantly when they weren’t fantasizing about tearing each other’s faces off…

Nah.

“Seriously, though, Oliver,” Kendra said, after another moment of silence. “You had a great idea with this. Thank you.”

He let it sink in for a second. Then he scoffed. “Don’t turn all melancholic on me now, Nolan. Come on, we had a good thing going on! You work me up with some banter, I work you up, and when we’re older we’d relieve that tension between us by heavily making out.”

Oliver fell back when a pillow was chucked forcefully at his face.

The day of the Halloween party arrived, and so did Oliver, at the Bradford estate wearing his last-minute costume-solution to cover up what he liked to call his “scream-deficiency”.

The house – estate, castle? – in itself looked marvelous. Yes, maybe a bit cliché, with cotton webs and rubber spiders floating around everywhere.

But Kendra had made sure to keep her promise and use all the money that Cooper was willing to pay, and use it well. Strutting through the house, Oliver made out pumpkins with distorted grimaces, candles hanging from the ceiling like in Harry Potter, flashing lights in the dark atmosphere to imitate a thunderstorm, and the occasional mist being pumped out of a smoke machine.

Oliver rotated around his own axis, admiring the look of the house. If he hadn’t been here almost as often as he was at school, he probably wouldn’t have recognized Tannyhill at all.

From his left side, he noticed a girl approaching him. She was wearing a long, orange skirt, with a black top and long, puffy sleeves, and a black top hat throning on neon-orange colored hair.

Oliver smirked and opened his arms.

“How fitting is that? You’re a witch.”

Kendra came to a stop in front of him and shoved his shoulder.

“That’s rich, man, what are you? One of the living action figures in Michael Jackson’s Thriller?”

“I’m Bane. You know, from Batman. The super cool assassin with the mask.”

“Oh yeah, right, Tom Hardy. Well, Venom, you better watch out because I saw at least already three Bruce Waynes slash Batmans at this party. It’s gonna be a long night for you.”

Oliver shook his head, grinning under his mask. “You really set this up nicely. The skeletons sitting at the tables are a creative touch.” He almost peed himself when he sat down next to one of them, but she didn’t have to know that.

Kendra put her hand on his shoulder. “We did that. I couldn’t have done it without you.” And with a bit more hesitation, she added, “Also, you’re not as douchey as I thought you would be. To be honest.”

Oliver’s smile grew wider. “Why, thank you.” And, because fair’s fair, “And you’re also not as much of a bitch as I thought you were.”

Kendra grinned unconvincingly. “I hope you choke on an eyeball.”

Oliver grinned back. “I hope your hair gets caught in one of the murderer’s chainsaws and your scalp gets ripped with it.”

She waved her fingers goodbye at him, and then melted into the crowds. Oliver got on his way to look for Cooper – who was, funny enough, dressed as Batman.

When the clock struck Midnight, the official Haunting House was opened. It was a small hut, set up in the Bradford’s Garden. Well, small might be understated, but the passages inside where definitely narrow.

It had been Kendra’s idea to hire scare actors for this time, and let them roam the inside of the House as murderers, wizards and witches, to give the guests something to remember and a good scare for the way.

As Oliver stood in line next to Cooper and Thomas, hearing the screams of the group that went in before them, he was the happiest he had been that night for the mask that he was wearing.

And boy, did it pay off.

When I look out my window Many sights to see And when I look in my window So many different people to be

They're strange, so strange It's very strange to me

You've got to pick up every stitch Oh no, must be the season of the witch

-Season of The Witch, Lana Del Rey

guys I'm really sorry this is so late but my laptop broke down and I couldn't charge it in time anyways, I hope you enjoy it still!

tagged: @ficsnships @amorhedera7

#coolivier #cooper bradford x oliver otto #oliver otto #cooper bradford #american housewife #lana del rey #season of the witch #Spotify

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Just saw Across the Spiderverse. Spoilers below!

Never in my life have I enjoyed a movie so much and had so much fun watching a movie that also left so incredibly unsatisfied at the end

Is this movie the new Infinity War?

How can it simultaneously feel like so fucking much happened but also nothing happened in that film?

Yeah I’m going to need like 10 hours of video essays about this film to totally wrap my head around it baby

This movie felt so long but so short at the same time

Pavitr Prabhakar is my favorite

Hobie Brown literally made me want to go full punk ngl

Peter B Parker is such a goofy ahh cringe dad I love it

Miguel is the morally grey antagonist ever

Art style and visuals that are even better than the original ngl there was just more

I loved the Venom reference near the beginning!!

There were several times that this movie made my jaw fucking drop I’m serious

I am fucking blown away

Rotating the movie in my mind

Miguel needs a fucking nap

I loved it I hated it 11/10 9 stars out of 5 best movie I’ve ever seen worst ending I’ve ever seen would highly recommend

Might make a sequel to this post when I think of more to say because Jesus Christ

#rambles #Spider-Man #across the spiderverse #spiderverse spoilers #spoilers #miles morales #jessica drew #Gwen Stacy #spider man across the spiderverse spoilers #spider man across the spider verse #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr my beloved #hobie brown #spider punk

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whenever i see posts talking abt like. fandom. like "whats ur unpopular opinion that will make the rest of the fandom mad" or "whats ur fav thing abt ur fandom" or "sitting in bed rotating my blorbo in my mind" or whatever im like. lol. i have not felt passion in so many years. ihave not had the brainspace to get deeply involved in any sort of media/fandom/content in so many years. i have spent the last few years especially an empty shell for anxieties. a body that walks arnd and does stuff and talks to ppl and technicalyl engages in interests but there is no real engagement anymore. its all going thru the motions. and this is not an entirrly unfamiliar feeling 2 me ive been depressed+ since like middleschool. but at least when i was younger i had shows and games and hobbies and i coulr lose myself in them. i haad anxious thoughts impulsive thoughts intrusive thoughts etc but my head was also filled w fun or interesting thoughts abt my ocs, the media i was into, my hobbies etc. but now there is nothing. i barely even listen to music unless im driving. when i am laying in bed all i think abt are the problems im facing or my own insecurities or whatever. anxious andd depressing and paranoid and. yeah. even when i consciously try 2 think abt things i like there is nothing. i feel nothing its hard to think of things to think abt. headcanons silly jokes analysis none of it comes to me even when i try. i would say this is just a part of growing up but most ppl i follow and are friends w r all within my age range. and plenty of them r mentally ill or traumatized or being actively abused/hurt but they still find escape. they can still watch a movie and then think about nothing but that for the next week. they can see a thing they like ans get excited abt it. tbey can get high and play video games and actually just think abojt the game and how much they like their fav character. instead of. physically doing the action but constantly arguing w someone in their head or debating if theyre a good person or not. or whatever. ad nauseam . every day. now that ive moved out and am working on myself the rumination is a bit better but now when im not constantly worrying abt interpersonal issues or whatever theres just a blank. the now freed up space hasnt gone back to thinking silly fun things its just blank or boring. my brain used to be a place i could escape but now i cant escape anywhere ever at all. even smoking weed or drinking or whatever doesnt help in any capacity. i am both trapped in my head and unable to be there anymore

#uwu #sorry long ramble that is still somehow not very detailed #not entirely accurate to my experience but i hsd to put it down somehwere #not.new thoughts just getting 2 me a lot rn #ty 2 everyone who made my overthinking reach such insane constant levels the last few years that now ive got like #brain damage from it LOL #tysm ty ty ty ty ty i love it its great thansk!!!!!!!!!!!!#not aimed @ anyone im just #upset

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cyphers-and-sunspots · 7 months

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Favorite Fandom & Favorite Character From That Fandom (You Can List More Than One)

Oooo, this is super tough! My favorite fandom changes quite a lot, which is why I’m having trouble answering this!

Right now: It’s absolutely the X-Men fandom. I love all the drama and the characters, they’re absolutely stunning. I mostly enjoy the comics, but the movies are fun too.

Previous: For about a month or two it was the LOTR fandom! That was a great time. The MCU fandom will also always be in my heart, I will never leave it. Same with the LOTR fandom.

So, yeah, the X-Men fandom is my favorite right now. The question is, who’s my favorite character? This is actually a really tough question because yet again, I am indecisive and love all of my babies equally.

Usually it rotates between Roberto Da Costa (Sunspot), Sam Guthrie (Cannonball), Doug Ramsey (Cypher), Kitty Pryde (Shadowkat right now), Tabitha Smith (Boom Boom), and Alison Blaire (Dazzler)! Right now I’m in my weekly Sam Guthrie sadness phase but that only lasts for a day. I’m a very indecisive person, all of these characters just kind of float around in my head and I sometimes obsess over them and other times they’re just there!

Sorry for the long post, I love when you send me questions like this! Thank you, friend!!

#maddie got an ask!#aintinacage #i’m lazy and i’m not tagging all these characters

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temporalbystander · 19 days

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*deep traumatic sigh*

Okay guys... I think it's time I introduced you to someone...

I'd like you all to meet Caleb Talont. My first OC, the basis for pretty much every OC that followed and my first foray into fanfiction. He was basically what I came up with before I got over my childish bashing and "fix all the problems" phase. The cool edgy guy with the powers of darkness yet is still kind and lovable. I'll admit it. He was a Mary Sue. I won't call him a self-insert, I started a story with a self-insert premise and oh boy did I quickly learn I should not be trusted with power.

But hold a wand to my head and threaten the killing curse? I might admit that Caleb is who I wanted to be. Past tense. I'm in a better place but Caleb is still the dark moody mofo he is. I don't blame him, I put him through hell.

Why am I bringing him up now? Well I was 13 when I first came up with Caleb, at least that's when my first post of him was, considering how obsessed I was with fanfiction before that point? And how many times I remember throwing him into Winx and WITCH? I may have been even younger. I mention how young I was to bring up how long it's been. I haven't touched Harry Potter fanfiction in what feels like decades. I haven't seen any of the original movies or reread the books in what I know has been a decade.

So, when I tell you, that seeing a SuperCarlinsBrothers video asking whether or not the Marauder's Map can lie? Well... I hope you'll believe when I say I did not expect that part of my brain, Caleb Talont himself, to wake from his coma and go "hold my butterbeer. I've got this."

I really, REALLY, like giving magic logical analysis and breakdowns. Not in a "magic is science we don't understand" type of bull that lead to stories where muggles proved they couldn't be trusted with the knowledge of magic existing, kind of way. But in a "it's all around us, it follows general trends and here are some guidelines to make using it easier but it's magic. The skys the limit just don't go too nuts too quickly okay?" Kind of way.

One way is "it's physics with extra laws." The other is "rotate your wand like this? Fire. Flick it like this? Water. Okay now watch what I can do without the wand."

I know what I find more fun. Magic should be poetry. It should be art. Sure it has a rhythm and some kind of structure but it doesn't NEED to."

Anyway. With that done. I will not be restarting any Caleb stories or moving them to AO3. I am however now open for any Harry Potter views debates or opinions you can throw at me.

I still have not watched the CarlinBros video by the way.

#ooc #mun talks #outsideofcausality #Harry Potter #harry potter oc #hp brainrot #hogwarts is my home

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theminecraftbee · 2 years

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as someone with a (not hermitcraft related) self indulgent magical girl au of my own i am shaking ur hand so hard on the whole, realization that writing out multiple seasons with hundreds of episodes of silly monster of the week magical girl shenanigans and character development is kinda impossible for a single person (˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥) anyways! love ur au sooo much it is so fun to rotate around in the brain

RIGHT LIKE. if i actually had the endurance to write monster of the week i would be all over this au but here we are instead. imagining the great television show that exists in our head with like, twelve arcs and two movies,

#answered

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ghost-in-the-stalls · 1 month

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Tagged by @we-return-in-waves kel you are lovely and a blessing ❤️💫⭐️

Last song: Leviathan from the Subnautica soundtrack

Favorite color: sea foam green 💚

Sweet/spicy/savory: savory, every time, but sweet and spicy both frequently have me gripped in their tempting grasps (sugar and overly spicy stuff gives me tummy troubles)

Currently watching: not in the middle of anything, but I did finally recently watch Skinamarink (so fucking good, exactly my kind of horror movie) and am planning to finally start watching The X Files with my friend soon.

Current obsession: fuckin uhhhhh ive been really busy lately actually. Nothing super fun comes to mind. And I refuse to say work bc that's not healthy. Idk I've been really excited to get my apartment into shape!! Got some new furniture. For a fun answer I'd say kyouya ootori from ouran is my current comfort character so I've been Contemplating him a lot. Rotating him in my head, putting him in a horror story, turning him into a final girl yk yk

Tagging @mandala-lore @purple-ocity @nightingaleflow and whoever else wants to do it 👍❤️

#tag game

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unknownths · 2 months

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GET TO KNOW THE MUN.

WHAT MADE YOU PICK UP THE MUSE YOU HAVE ? autism probably

IS THERE ANYTHING YOU DON'T LIKE TO WRITE ? aside from the like. illegal and morally reprehensible stuff i'm not very good at writing action since i don't do it often, so i skirt around it lol. if i were going to write for more than a hobby i would probably practice and get better at it and hate it less. i also just don't really find cheating as a plot device interesting or sexy lol but i can't really think of anything that's a super hard no for me

IS THERE ANYTHING YOU REALLY ENJOY WRITING ? hurt/comfort makes me want to eat glass /pos

HOW DO YOU COME UP WITH YOUR HEADCANONS ? autism again. no uh i just. idk exist. i'm possessed or something probably. my mind just wanders. sometimes i black out and my phone notes are full of headcanons. i'm super normal about it

DO YOU WRITE IN SILENCE OR LISTEN TO MUSIC ? varies based on how overstimulated i am LMAO a lot of the time i'll write on my phone just in notes or on a google doc because that's what i have energy for, so that's usually silent. if i'm sitting down to knock out a bunch of drafts i'll usually pick a playlist of the character i'm writing to get me in the zone :)

DO YOU PLAN YOUR REPLIES OR WING THEM ? i want to say i wing them but truthfully i think i plan most of it. not like hardcore planning, but if a thread is going somewhere i've usually had some sort of conversation with the other writer about the general direction of the thread or our muses' relationship whatever that may be. i don't like to have everything super plotted out usually because at that point like.... why am i writing it if i've already let it rotate in my head for 10 million years, but sue me i like some structure

DO YOU ENJOY SHIPPING ? I'M A WHORE. LET THEM KISS.

WHAT'S YOUR ALIAS/NAME ? My middle name technically haha. I used to go by the name of one of my first ocs, but then i started writing her on tumblr and it got weird, so i started using my middle name which then got shortened to christie. since i'm a performer i've also had to think about my stage name a lot, and i ended up including it in that which is kinda fun

AGE ? 22 baby let's gooo

BIRTHDAY ? September 29, same as my Aether and also Annie @actstogether <3

FAVORITE COLOR ? It used to be orange but tbh? Green has kinda been the vibe lately

FAVORITE SONG ? it's either francesca by hozier or fake out by fall out boy, i don't think anything else even comes close to those

LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED ? dune part 2! for once i've seen something recent lmao i don't watch a lot of movies but my dad loves dune so i had to watch the first one and then he dragged me to the new one last week

LAST SHOW YOU WATCHED ? like casually i think it was psych, as far as like binging a whole series i'm not sure

LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO ? red wine supernova by chapell roan don't look at me like that

FAVORITE SEASON ? i dont even know anymore bro. spring maybe?

DO YOU HAVE A TUMBLR BEST FRIEND ? i have a crew :^) my little gay people in my discord server <3

tagged by: @mischiiefs hi mak xx tagging: well u see. mak also tagged the rest of the aforementioned crew so if you wanna do this go for it i can't stop you-

#ooc › christie ╲ i don't even have my own attention.

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strangestcase · 2 months

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for the OC "pop culture and fan themed questions"

2, 4, 8, 15 and 26

Ok I’m doing it for an OC I am currently rotating in my head, Freddy Janus / Ripper, a stoner loser geek dumbass guy from a Halloweeny monster world

2- what genre would they thrive in?

I wouldn’t say his story has a set genre other than a gorier, more adult version of whatever Monster High is on. I suppose he’d fit like a glove in a 90s PSA about drugs.

4- what media does your character enjoy?

Weirdo New Wave music, shitty horror movies, documentaries on The Worlds Most Dangerous Snakes!, edgelord 90s comics, the GTA saga, Halloween specials, How’s It Made

8- has your OC ever had a crush on a fictional character?

You know what? I’m not sure. But it might have been either Curly the Skeleton or Leonardo (turtle)

15- how well would your OC do in a standard slasher movie?

Ok so hes the geeky guy that appears to die before the climax, but is revealed to have been the killer all along as a plot twist. Gets killed by the final girl in an over the top way but somehow still returns for the sequel.

26- your OC is stuck in a musical episode. What songs do they sing? Are they annoyed or thrilled?

Oh he’d get a snazzy villain “I am” solo. He has fun during that part and that part only and complains about everything else.

#I forgot to mention he’s like a dollar store Jekyll and Hyde type guy #he drinks a potion and becomes greener and uglier with stupid pink hair and he thinks he’s cooler for that #he’s not. he smells of axe and thinks speeding is the awesomest crime the human mind can comprehend

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itcamefromthetoybox · 1 year

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The Cybertron Chainsaw Massacre

The new trailer for “Transformers: Rise of the Beasts” drops today, and, as anyone who knows me could guess, I am so pumped for that movie! And since today’s the day of the new trailer, I thought it was also a good day to continue our look at the “Rise of the Beasts” toyline. So today, we’re going to be looking at “Beast Alliance: Beast Weaponizers Optimus Prime and Chainclaw.” How does the latest version of the Autobot leader hold up?

If you’re reading a review of a Transformer, I think it’s safe to say you know who Optimus Prime is, so let’s skip over that part. Instead, we’re gonna just dive into the figure itself. Optimus is part of the “Beast Alliance” line of figures, which focuses on kid-friendly figures that interact with little robot animals (mostly Maximals, but one Predacon) that become weapons and armor. The “Beast Weaponizers” subline that this particular Prime is part of consists of figures whose animal accessories become weapons, much like the Rhinox figure we looked at in the last review.

Optimus looks like pretty much what you’d expect. He’s very, VERY heavily based off the original Optimus, but with the realistic detailing that the movies are known for having. The paint job’s very basic, and is, again, what you think of when you think of Optimus Prime. There’s a lot of details sculpted onto his entire body that weren’t painted in, but that’s honestly fine. If they’d painted all the sculpted details in, it would have been a mess. So while the look is definitely one we’ve seen a million times, that’s definitely better than an eye-melting mess of colors just for the sake of doing something different.

Bro found a look that works and stuck with it.

In vehicle mode, Optimus looks almost identical to his G1 design. You know the look by now: red cab, blue back, black wheels, smokestacks. It’s a design we’ve seen a million times and there’s nothing particularly eye-catching about it. It’s ok, but it’s not exciting.

Seconds before running over a bunch of Decepticons while playing 80′s rock.

The transformation’s very straightforward and easy, partially because it’s one that most Optimus Primes have: fold head down, rotate body, fold arms back, and lift legs up. Thrilling. I don’t really have anything else to say about this part, because it’s something we’ve seen a million times.

In terms of articulation, Optimus is great. He’s highly posable, and the waist articulation he has as part of his transformation really pays off here. He’s got very decent articulation, which makes him a lot of fun to play with and pose. Something else that this figure has that I like is a pair of supports that fold out from his feet. This deals with most balance issues you could have with this figure, especially after you give him an accessory.

Speaking of accessories, this brings us to Prime’s only one. Optimus comes with Chainclaw, a mechanical wolf who folds into a chainsaw that Optimus can hold. Chainclaw looks pretty great. His silver and ice-blue color scheme look really cool on him and make his red eyes stand out, and his sculpted fur gives him a wild, beastial look that makes him feel like the hybrid of animal and machine you’d want from a Maximal. My one complaint is his tail: he hasn’t got one. There’s a little nub that reminds me of my childhood dog who lost her tail before we got her, but that’s about it. I know it’s to make it easier to transform Chainclaw into his weapon mode, but it’s still a weird look.

“I’ll give you my heart. In exchange... show me your dreams.”

The chainsaw mode’s a bit lacking, honestly. It looks like a stretching dog with a chainsaw sticking out of its ass, which is… certainly a look to go for. Aside from what can only be described as “the downward dog pose gone horribly wrong,” the paint and sculpting on Chainclaw’s weapon mode really serve the figure well. It’s clear effort was put into this toy, and the colors are very easy on the eye. An additional detail I like is that, since the colors don’t match Optimus or any other figure in the line, you can easily give Chainclaw to any other character as an accessory without it being an issue, which makes me think of some of the Mini-Cons from “Transformers: Armada” and how they could go with any bigger figure without issue.

Something about this just feels painful to look at.

Chainclaw’s articulation is limited to running poses, and that’s about it. Since most of his body was made to hide the chainsaw blade, there wasn’t room left for dynamic poses with the figure. The entire figure is based around turning into a weapon, so any articulation he has is a part of that.

To transform Chainclaw, you fold down the handle in his chest so Optimus can hold it, move Chainclaw’s front legs to hide the sides of his face, and fold his ass down so it and his rear legs are under his body and his chainsaw blade is out. It’s a quick transformation with no complications. Now, on first glance, it looks like his legs are blocking part of the handle, so Optimus is only holding him by the tip. However, upon closer look, you can see that the handle is sculpted so that only part of it can be held at all, and it’s held pretty firmly. Chainclaw can also be plugged into holes on both of Optimus Prime’s arms, but that connection’s a bit looser.

"Aaah! Chainsaw! The great communicator!"

My big complaint with this toy is that, when Optimus is in vehicle mode, there isn’t really a great place to store Chainclaw. You can peg him into the sides of the vehicle, but it just looks off. Maybe if you plug weapons into both sides, it would look better, but as is, it’s a lopsided look.

Now, would I recommend “Beast Alliance: Beast Weaponizers Optimus Prime and Chainclaw?” I’m not going to say you should definitely go out of your way to grab them, but they’re not bad figures. They’re ok and kids will have fun with them. I’m 31 and I’m having fun with them, too. If you have some extra fun money laying around and you see them, they’re not a bad set. However, if you’re limited to one Optimus Prime from the “Beast Alliance,” I would wait to see how this set does when compared to the “Beast Alliance: Beast Combiners Optimus Prime and Lionblade” set that will be coming out soon before you throw down some money. “Beast Alliance: Beast Weaponizers Optimus Prime and Chainclaw” are going for about $17, which feels a bit much to me, but is due to the fact the economy is a nightmare right now, so wait to see how the Lionblade set is before you commit to more than $15. This is JS signing off and wishing you Happy Toy Hunting!

#transformers #chainclaw #optimus prime #transformers rise of the beasts #rise of the beasts #transformers rotb #autobots #maximals #toy #toys #review #toy review

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