#don't try to tell me it was anything else this is the only logical explanation :)

[10yearsofdnp]

April 16, 2015: Did someone say JAPHAN WEDDING?? Happy 10 years to one of the most iconic Dan Twitter likes of all time! 💍💒🤵🤵

[ozzgin]

Its been 6 months😭😭 pleaasseeee make a part 2 of the android x human story im beggingggg😭

-H❤️

Yandere! Android x Reader (II)

Featuring your assigned android partner who is not as devoid of humanity as you originally thought.

Content: female reader, AI yandere, mildly NSFW, based on Caves of Steel

[Part 1] | [More original works]

The case had been solved.

Not only that, but you'd managed to prove that human officers were just as efficient as their robot counterparts. The Commissioner was beyond ecstatic, pacing back and forth in his office and finding new ways to praise your detective skills.

"That'll show those Spacers. They think some glorified tin box can match our skill?"

You frowned at his words and glanced to your side, where the android was sitting. He observed the Commissioner with the same polite smile, no hint of disagreement on his features. Was he not insulted? You questioned him once the formal meeting had finished.

"I have no reason to be offended, (Y/N). It is a personal opinion, and thus I have no control over it."

"So you don't mind people disliking robots to such an extent?"

He pondered your statement.

"I would certainly be upset if it was you who harbored the disdain. The beliefs of other humans hold no meaning to me otherwise."

You couldn't tell if he said it out of politeness, or if he actually meant it. Most likely the former, in order to part on good terms. After all, your partnership has reached its completion. He'd return to the Spacer Colony with his report on human customs, and you'd go back to your regular job.

Except he never left. Days later, he was still sipping on his morning coffee, lounging at your table. You fiddled with your cup in contemplation. Was there anything else left to do?

"When are you leaving, actually?"

The pale man raised his eyebrows in mild surprise.

"Is my presence here of such significant disturbance?"

"What? No!" you swiftly exclaimed, stumbling on your words. His lips widened in yet another cheeky grin. He was teasing you again.

"My assignment on Earth is done, thus I should have returned to the Colony already. That's what you're wondering about, yes? I am awaiting a response from my superiors."

"Whether you can go back?"

"No, whether my transfer has been accepted. I have applied to be your permanent partner."

You could feel your cheeks burning with heat. Was it that obvious to the synthetic that you enjoyed his company? Then again, he wouldn't have gone through such motions just for your sake.

"Why did you..." you probed sheepishly. There was no logical reason for him to keep working in a poorer, less advanced environment.

"Because I want to continue spending time with you."

Nonsense. An artificial being wouldn't make its decision based on such mundane, emotional reasons.

"I don't believe you."

"I understand. It is a faulty answer to come out of a machine. Though unlike common AI assistants, we have been invested with the capacity to develop likes and dislikes. Interests. Wants. It helps with variety and individualization."

"And you want to stay here? If I didn't know you any better, I'd say you have a crush on me or something", you attempted to joke.

A few moments of uncomfortable silence. Had you gone too far with your humor? Was it too cliché of a sentence? You turned away, tucking some strands of hair behind your ear. You just had to be witty, huh?

"I'm afraid I do not know what to tell you, (Y/N)."

"You don't need to say anything, it was a poor choice of-"

"Many social aspects have been implemented into my behavioral network. Workplace rapport, friendships, intimate relationships. What seems to be lacking is the transition from one to another. I know how to act as a romantic partner, but how does one achieve such a title in the first place?"

You gazed at him, incredulous. What was he trying to say?

"I am trying to convey that I am indeed infatuated with you. Which, then, makes my initial explanation dishonest: while I do appreciate our fruitful work cooperation, it is not a main reason for my decision. I hope this clears up any misunderstandings."

You'd never been a romantic. You sometimes flipped through sample pages of contemporary romance books at stores and community centers, but they always felt forcefully cheesy. Predictable. Consequently, you never had any grand dreams of passionate confessions under the rain.

On the other hand, you also didn't expect to be asked out in such a mechanical, calculated manner. Or that a machine would be the suitor. Yet there was something charming about his approach. For the first time since meeting him at the border, you saw him struggle. There was something human-like in his uncertainty.

You stood up from the table, and walked towards the android. Then, you placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, expressing the mutual feeling and understanding.

His eyes bore an eerie glint to them. It was most kind of you to offer a common ground, but he knew better. The affections you held for him were, with utmost certainty, a mere fraction of whatever overwhelmed him from the moment he encountered you. Limerence, obsession, compulsion, there were many definitions that aptly described his otherwise unexplainable desires towards you. Even more unexplainable was the fact they'd evolved from a blank slate, a programmed agent with no previous knowledge on feelings or humans.

You noticed his hesitation.

"Is there anything else troubling you presently?" you nudged.

Nothing of immediate urgency. Well, not for you, at least. The android remained thoughtful. What were the variables which needed to be met in order to initiate a sexual encounter? Would it have been inappropriate for him to suggest intercourse straight after this conversation? To him, it was a natural escalation he'd considered many times in the past. To you, it could've come as a sudden, crass, and hurried proposal.

He reached for your wrist and discreetly pressed a thumb against your skin. Judging from your resting heart rate, facial expression, and localized temperature, there was a fair chance you wouldn't reject his advances. Once the statistical risk had been assessed, he pulled you in for a kiss.

"Would it be possible to continue this in your bedroom?" he inquired, standing up.

"Alright, just don't...ask for approval for every single step" you retorted. You'd rather not become a narrator of your own pounding.

You open your eyes with a squint, greeted by unexpected natural light flooding your bedroom. Someone must’ve lifted the hologram blinds.

“My apologies, I hadn’t considered the discomfort it would cause you. My Spacer colony uses artificial lightning, though I am becoming rather fond of the natural sun rays here.”

Your android partner is meticulously preparing his outfit for the day. Judging by the stark nakedness and the glistening skin, you suppose he’s had a shower while you were still sleeping. You involuntarily furrow your brows and blush at the sight. He notices your embarrassment. 

“A most surprising reaction. You have seen the very same genital organ…”, he says as he quickly checks his wristwatch, “...precisely eight hours and forty-five minutes ago.”

“It’s just…most people get dressed once they start doing other things. I also wear a towel for coverage when I come out of the shower.”

He processes your words.

“Hmmm. Illogical, but it explains your reaction.”

You stand up and stretch with a prolonged yawn. Suddenly, a revelation hits you: your mind flashes with images of the android fondling your body, your ears ring with the shameless moans you’ve let out throughout the night. Your face turns pale.

“Listen, when is your next functional inspection?” you ask, without waiting for the synthetic to answer. “Will they, uh…will they have access to all of your memories?”

You know that the android permanently records all data and saves it into a memory unit. It’s a pointless fear, of course. The Spacers couldn’t care less about irrelevant details. If the intended tasks are fulfilled, what happens on the side is out of their concern. Yet you don’t exactly appreciate the possibility of your personal deeds airing like this, before the eyes of multiple engineers. 

“You may rest assured, whatever involves your privacy will not be included in the examination.”

“Do you get to decide what is checked and what isn’t?”

“No, most data is sampled randomly.”

You stare at him, confused.

“Then how-”

“It is not common practice, nor encouraged by our code of ethics. I can, however, choose which information is available to begin with.”

“What? I thought you’re fully controlled by whoever created you. If they so desired, couldn’t they open you up and take whatever they require?”

The robot smiles at your assumption and takes a few steps towards you.

“Once an android model is finished, one can no longer modify the processor. Not without compromising everything else with it. It is not a device to be deconstructed, (Y/N).” He taps his temple, then continues: “I am a biocomputer. While most of my parts are mechanical, my processor is a cortical organoid developed in a laboratory. A human brain, if you will.”

Somehow, the discovery fills you with dread. A living organ, encapsulated within a machine. What does that say about consciousness? About self-awareness? The Spacers didn't just tinker with metal scraps and smart computers. They artificially birthed life.

You were always under the impression that your robot companion is closer to the computer you have on your desk. Billions of lines of code within a black box, which then lead to spontaneous, novel interactions with the outside world. To think that at the very core of his functions lies a clump of living cells...

Perhaps you weren't so different, after all. The line between machines and humans is suddenly blurred.

[copinghex]

The observer | T.S

Summary: Once you've learned Thomas Shelby rules Birmingham, you were convinced he was the only person able to help you. However, Tommy is not a man of favors, he's a man of exchanges.

Tommy's been watching you since you started to show up at the Garrison, asking questions and keeping your head low. Arthur was the one to notice you first, the discreet lady sitting on the corner, not drinking more than a single beer and staying around for two or three hours every day. The family had enough problems already, they'd hate you to become another one.

To soothe Tommy's suspicious nature, boys followed you on the streets and much to their surprise, you never did anything strange. You knew you were being watched, it'd be impossible to get close to Thomas if he labeled you as a threat and he was your only chance.

It took months for you to really find him, everyone knew who the peaky blinders were, but not many were willing to give information about them. As if Birmingham was ruled by mysterious faces, hidden behind razor blades and an awful reputation.

On a rainy Monday morning, you waited for the pub to open, usually Arthur did it, not that morning though. You watched Tommy quickly unlocking the door, entering the building before getting soaked. That was the perfect moment, you had to talk to him.

Rushing under the thick raindrops, your eyes scanned the place, he was nowhere to be seen, however you could hear his voice coming from the backroom. Realizing he was on the phone, you waited.

Air becomes scarcer as minutes go by, you planned everything you'd say and yet, your body tenses up to the thought of being face to face with him. If he denied your request, you'll have wasted months of searching.

His imposing figure finally showed up, not seeming surprised by your presence, squinting his eyes, he sized you up.

"Finally decided to make a move?" his cold voice cut the tense silence.

"W-what?" you stuttered, he didn't sound like you expected.

"I've got my eye on you, for months now, since you started to attend my fucking pub asking about me,"

"I know," you admit, "I've been trying to get to you because I know nothing happens in this city without your knowledge,"

"How you did it? How did you find me?" he asked and you sensed his dangerous undertone.

"Everyone knows who you are," you hesitated, scared to give the wrong answer.

"How?" he repeated, impatient.

"My sister went missing ten years ago, police dropped the case, they never really tried to find her so now I am," you explained, "and people told me they saw someone who matches her description here in Birmingham, I've learnt you control everything that happens here so I want your help,"

Tommy's jaw clenched, you couldn't tell what went through his mind as he watched you. With his slow, positive nod, an ounce of hope blossomed inside you and quickly vanished with his next words.

"What else people told you? That I do charity work?"

"Mr. Shelby, I-"

You stopped talking to watch him walk behind the counter, taking two glasses and pouring whiskey. He gestured for you to have a seat, lighting up a cigarette while you obeyed.

"Hm?" he hummed.

"I know you're a busy man, but without the police, without anyone's help, I'll never see my sister again, please," you begged, "don't you have a sister of your own?"

Listening to your reasoning, Tommy's features softened up, but hardened again to the talk of his sister. He knew you didn't actually know about Ada, he only hated to be pressured with mentions of family bonds.

"What do you want me to do? Put my men on the street to search for a woman they don't know, without a picture or exact description?" he questioned with a hint of irony, "Why to find a woman who doesn't want to be found?"

"What makes you think she doesn't want to be found?" you frowned.

"If this woman you're looking for is in fact your sister, she'd have gone back home, eh? Searched for you,"

Your shoulders dropped at his explanation, you understood the logic behind it, just didn't want to believe your sister was gone. Surely, maybe the woman wasn't her, but what if it was? What if it was and you gave up finding her? You couldn't afford the doubt and if Thomas Shelby didn't want to help you, then damn him.

"I see," guzzling down the whiskey, you headed out, "sorry for wasting your time then,"

Before reaching the door, you heard a deep sigh from him, a tired, slightly frustrated sound.

"Wait," he stopped you, "if I were to help you, it wouldn't be cheap, I can't make my men look for a faceless woman for free,"

"I can't pay it either," you turned to him, "tried a private detective once, it's too expensive,"

"Well, there's something you can do,"

You gulped at his suggestion, dealing with men of his sort and much worse for the last few months, you've learnt sex pays for almost everything. You never indulged though, viewing it as not worthy.

"Yes?"

"You've been looking for your sister for months, you managed to find me," Tommy drawled, "I need people like you in my business, observers, my eyes when I'm away,"

"For how long?"

"Until we find her,"

"No," you denied, not interested on the risk of ending up working for a gang forever, "if we're doing this I want a contract of employment stipulating an exact date,"

An entertained smirk crept into his face and he took a piece of paper and a pen from his pocket, writing something in it.

"This is my office's address, be there today at five o'clock,"

"What for?"

Checking his pocket watch, Tommy lastly explained while walking to the exit, "To sign your contract,"

Alone in the pub, you sighed in relief, a smile grew on your lips. With his help, you'd see your sister again, you were sure of it.

[talbot-larry]

Update, explanation and the future of this/these blog(s)

So I'm trying to write this in the least troubling or over sharing way possible.

Bipolar is still bonking me with that steel chair. It hasn't been a fun three-ish months since I got out of the hospital. It's been a full month since I wanted to do some sort of update on my 30th saying how much better I was feeling, (I was feeling so numb/empty that day it wouldn't have felt genuine) which sometimes I do, but anything seems to set my head off and I've been having a pile of side effects that only caused more side effects to the point theyve become super noticable (moods are bad and I've lost a upsetting amount of weight due to poor appetite,  now I'm getting all the jazz that comes with that), and has lead to my doctor suggesting I take time off of work, just so I can work past *vague hand gesture* and rest from the fatigue.

Getting down to it, yeah, I wouldn't be telling you this if I was intending to stay online. My logic is 1. If I'm gonna take a break from work stress maybe it would help if I took time offline too, reasoning being 2. I'm noticing I was a little happier/relaxed when I took that break from 2019-2020 (when I dumped my old blog) or when I gave up tiktok, so I'm gonna try this. This time it's not that anyone on here is toxic, my brain is and I don't want to impulse-delete my blogs and fanfics like I did last time.

I know this is wordy for a post where I'm saying I'm taking a week off of the internet alongside work, and if you're well versed in the hellscape of mental health, you might be concerned this is self isolation, and I've been fighting the temptation to do this cuz I'm aware that's a thing, but rn I don't know what else to do. I'll be back at work next Friday and I may log back on then, but depending on how I feel, if I benefit from this, it might be more than a week. I'm debating on if I decide to stay off longer if I'll post an update. I do want to be back soon, cuz I have that con in june and I'm really gunning to go to Lyndhurst in july (if it works out financially) cuz I wanna stay as social as possible, and I do want to post about those events here.

Just to reassure you guys (if anyone's reading this) I'm gonna be ok offline, I have irl friends I'm gonna visit every day, and I'm gonna try to get out a lot more, I dont wanna bedrot for a full week. Maybe I'll focus on getting my cosplay together or write.

I'll post this this morning and maybe stick around to watch the fallout over the yellowjackets finale (lmao), pin this on my blogs, then I'm going to remove discord, tumblr, bluesky, Facebook, and possibly  pinterest (pretty much all social media) from my phone this afternoon or tonight. I'm not deleting any accounts, just cutting off access.

I'm ok with yall shooting me a message sending me off, tell me some shows/movies to watch while I'm off (even tho I downloaded a buttload of audiobooks to keep my head busy, I still might get bored)

Love yall ✌

[alatismeni-theitsa]

I've got a strange question about Zeus' affairs... Do Ancient authors elaborate on these supernatural seduction stories or do they just day "Zeus seduced her taking the form of X"...

Like, do they tell us if, after catching the girl's attention Zeus goes back to a more human form, or does the "deed" take place while Zeus has an animal form (that would be more weird)?

I don't want to seem offensive / graphic, I'm just curious about how Ancient writers and storytellers tell this stories, a story can be very different depending on how you tell it and I suppose "a beautiful swan caught my eye, then turned in this handsome divine man and I wanted to bed him" is a much more compelling version of events than "a strange swan flew where I was sitting and assaulted me, that's why im pregnant".

I love your posts on Greek Myths, especially the oned related to Perseas and Medusa. XOXO

Hello! Thank you for the good words! I like those posts as well xD

Well, Greek myths were not meant to be taken that literally, or given so much thought. The deed takes place when Zeus is back in a more human form, usually, except in the case of Leda where he was in a swan form, and she birthed eggs that hatched.

But even in Leda's case, it's implied that there was some type of.... affection on her part?? Which is definitely weird because when you like a swan the next logical step is not "I want to bed it". But from what I read the coupling was more... divine in nature and beyond human logic. Like, Leda didn't bed an actual swan and she knew that it wasn't a swan. I'm just trying to explain it. I definitely don't mean that humans and swans should do anything else than look at each other in the park ����😂😅😂😅😂

Usually, when the deity has an animal form, the children also have animal forms. (Poseidon raping Demeter as a stallion comes to mind)

Again, we are not meant to seek the logistics of these couplings. They were more like explanations than stories, and one needed the context of the time to fill in the blanks. So the story goes "Zeus wanted this woman, he seduced her in the form of X and from their coupling, she gave birth to our Hero and King. The End." It's often that simple, and the focus point is the result, aka how the hero/god/king/deity/genealogical line came to exist. The other details are unnecessary.

Sometimes we might get an extra story about how the hero/deity etc had to defend their mother from Hera or someone else's wrath which is only a means to another explanation of why a mountain/river/sea/animal exists. Again, the focus is on the result.

Which makes sense if you think more of it like this:

Imagine if, in the tale of Snowhite, we started asking "Is there an economy of magic mirrors? Is there a theme of exploited labor when it comes to The Mirror? Does the court system work in favour of the mother or father? And can we assume there is welfare for Little people in the Snowhite universe?" These are... possibly related questions to the story, but the story chooses not to explore them, and - let's be honest - we don't ask ourselves about those. Because they are so beyond the point.

Finally, the stories weren't probably created by one random guy who wanted to entertain the kids around the fire. The stories were most likely the result of divination or oracles and visions since they were about the gods. That's why they don't have all the characteristics of a traditional tale that is meant to entertain.

The first paragraphs from this post will answer your question additionally, I think!

[captain-reno]

Speaking about the role swap Hellsing AU, how do you think Alucard and Anderson got cursed? Is this one of those “they touched an ancient magical relic at the same time” or a “ran into someone practicing dark magic and got in the way” or something else entirely?

Another question (sorry haha) how do you think Anderson’s kids (Heinkel, Yumie, and Maxwell) are reacting? Would he tell them or try and hide it (obv. he can’t hide it from Maxwell but maybe the other two?)

Thanks for your questions! :3

I think I'm one of those people who love, above all else, situations where a seemingly unsolvable problem arises at the very beginning of a plot. This is especially true if that problem stems from something mundane.

Imagine: Alucard, Anderson, and a witch. A triangle where two components practically ignore the third. Each of those two has something more important than their prey, even if they intend to complete the task eventually. It's this minor oversight that lands them in an absurd situation, marked by unnaturalness and unfairness.

P.S. I believe magic has limits, but I also believe that most magicians/witches are capable of terrible things, one way or another, especially if it costs them their lives — lives that would have been lost anyway. For the sake of revenge, the sacrifice is worthwhile.

To put it simply, the witch was cornered. In theory, it should have ended as usual: the prey of these two would be killed. But what could be worse than being killed by someone who won't even look at you? Being killed by someone who not only won't remember you but also can't distinguish you from hundreds, if not thousands, of other people. And you can't prove you're a worthy opponent; you can't prove you're worth anything. Not to them.

But after the curse, they will remember her forever, even if only for the sake of another verbal curse directed at her.

P.S. By the way, this is why I created my original character, the witch Malene. What could be funnier than the fact that, to remove a witch's curse, you need to consult another witch? And to tolerate that witch to have the opportunity to at least fix something.

I think this curse is something Anderson would truly want to hide from everyone, so that no one would see, know, or even imagine that something like this could happen, even theoretically. He would probably want to dismiss it as a dream, so he would never have to remember the feelings he endured (I think at the first sign of thirst, he would want to rip out his own throat). But at the same time, I don't think he could lie to his children; there's no reason for it except his unwillingness.

I think the first reaction of all three would be shock. The kind where your head goes blank. It would be a mixture of denial, panic, disbelief. But then, of course, Heikel and Yumi would have no choice but to gather their scattered thoughts and remove out everything except confidence and mild excitement. Because, apparently, this is another test from God. And Anderson is not the kind of person who could not go through this.

Of course, no one besides the three of them would know. If someone of higher status than Maxwell found out, it would be a huge problem for both him and Anderson because vampires shouldn't defile this world with their existence. If any of the Iscariots except Yumi and Heinkel found out, it would be an indelible shame. And if, for example, any of the ordinary people (for example, the orphanage employees — there's a high probability they're unaware of the intricacies of the Iscariots, if they even know of their existence) or the orphanage children found out, it would be a disaster!

But honestly, it's funny to imagine the children wondering what happened to their principal and why he's suddenly so strange. There's no logical explanation unless you know about vampires.

Art by @der-fleischwolf

Art by me heh

I imagine these conversations going something like this:

– 6-years-old child: Why is he taking so long to come back?

– 13-years-old child: I don’t know. He always worked hard, but he also always knew when he was coming back. I think the caregivers will tell us later.

– 15-years-old child: Why are his eyes red?

– 14-years-old child: Maybe he’s sick? And he’s leaving to get treatment.

– 8-years-old child: Or maybe it’s his evil twin?

– 7-years-old child: I heard that albinos have red eyes.

– 10-years-old child: He doesn’t have a scar. Maybe it’s his brother?

– 12-years-old child: Of course not! How can his brother know us all by name?

– 16-years-old child: He’s not dressed like a priest. He doesn’t have a cross. Is he leaving the church?

– 17-years-old child: Or he’s been temporarily defrocked. That’s probably what happened. I can't imagine what could have made him leave us. Leave Catholicism. But what happened? What could he have done to be punished?

Hehe, omg, I have never written such long texts in English before, I hope there will be no translation errors.

[itsclydebitches]

Right, so I was looking over your recap of Worthy again and didn't see you mention how absolutely contrived the circumstances of the James vs Winter fight were. If you remember from Creation, Winter explicitly states "No. When we're finished, we'll move both of you to safety." when Jacques asks if she'd be leaving him there. Logically, this would mean the next we see of Winter she'd be transporting James and Jacques to the nearest available portal but she doesn't? She just conveniently forgets about them. And I'd be FINE with that if it was written as a deliberate choice by Winter. "Sorry Weiss, these two men have negatively affected my life beyond repair and I can never forgive them." and while I don't necessarily agree wholeheartedly with that line of thinking because no matter what, every life should be fought for and saved in a scenario with magic transportation portals such as this. It'd at least be SOME sort of explanation that's in line with the narrative CRWBY is trying to tell. Instead we get her walking around aimlessly in the Atlas Vault, trying to communicate with everyone on the plan's status. Which makes no sense given that we've already seen the ground shake elsewhere meaning SOMETHING has happened to notify everyone that Atlas is falling. And I thought maybe I'll give her the benefit of the doubt, maybe she doesn't know since no portals have spawned in the vault yet and then I rechecked and they HAVE.

She should be sprinting for the portal. Atlas is falling. She needs to go go go but instead she just calmly walks towards it? Is time not of the essence? Where's the urgency? Like I get that sprinting in heels up a flight of stairs that large would be absolute murder on her ankles but still. They dumb her down just for the sake of a stupid fight that nerfs her so she NEEDS Penny to die to give her the powers and win in a fight she should have no issues with.

If I'm also giving her the benefit of the doubt - and from what I can recall after an admittedly long hiatus from watching this particular episode - I think she intended to move Ironwood and Jacques after the evacuation is complete. "When we're finished." So yes, she knows Atlas is falling because that's a prerequisite of the portals appearing. She knows the evacuation is underway and that something is going on thanks to communications being down, but not what. Winter has her next step planned, but no indication of if she should start it yet because she's not able to contact anyone and presumably she wouldn't want to go through the portal until she's planning to leave Atlas permanently. (We know that they can use the portals to get around Atlas/Mantle thanks to Jaune portal hopping to look for survivors, but I'm not sure that's ever established among the other characters. AKA Winter might think she shouldn't go through one until she's ready to leave it all behind, but she can't do that until she's gotten Ironwood and her dad).

But all the above keeps it just as contrived and stupid? Why does Winter need to wait until "When we're finished" to move them? To my recollection the show never establishes anything like, "You're a security risk so we're going to ensure everyone else is through before dealing with you" or "Based on our battle we'll need the rest of the team present to move Ironwood" or even a variation of your idea: "In theory I believe that no one should be left to die, but considering you made our lives hell, Jacques, we're not going to worry about you until everyone else is safe. You get rescued if there's time left :)" It's just such a weird situation that, yes, exists to ensure that Ironwood is conveniently alone so that only his cell can conveniently open so that he can conveniently go find Winter who is all alone in the vault... because?

This could 100% be me forgetting some aspect of Volume 8, but why is she in there again? She's not guarding the Staff because the girls already have it. She's not guarding the portal because portals have opened up all over the city and Ironwood/the villains can slip through any of them to reach the same place (as Cinder did). She's not playing decoy - misleading others into thinking the Staff is still there - because she's totally blindsided by Ironwood's attack. I'm just trying to remember/figure out the justification for this because if there isn't any that makes the fact that Winter isn't rounding up the prisoners all the more absurd. Her role in this plan seems to be to twiddle her thumbs (in a random place she has no good reason to be in) until she's told that all the hard work is already done. Then she can do the one errand she could have been doing this whole time.

I will say, thinking about it now I'm not against Winter being at a disadvantage against Ironwood, regardless of whether or not she's nerfed in terms of the skill she displays. Her losing tracks for me in terms of her being the subordinate/having him as a mentor in the early Volumes (implying that he's stronger not just politically, but combat-wise too), age (again, the older character is likely to have more experience + time to train their skills), and the fact that just recently we saw Ironwood going toe-to-toe against her, Emerald, and all of team JNOR, holding his own until he was inevitably overwhelmed. Don't get me wrong, everything is still wrong with Penny dying to give Winter the Maiden powers, from how her death was orchestrated all the way to a semi-literal deus ex machina that lets Winter win via convenient magical powerup. We could have had the more interesting a) she wins through a really smart tactic or b) she looses and now Ironwood is thrown into the portal bridge fray instead of being left to presumably die off screen :/

[sadcupcake]

Winchester in Mystic Falls Part 4

"So, you're not dead?" Elana says to me. 

"Trust me, I'd rather be dead than seeing you again" I can't believe I'm even here.  There is a very small part of me that is hoping for an apology. Hoping that my sister is sorry for what she done to me when we were children and that we can move on and actually be sisters.  I can't let myself feel that hope, because it will never happen. Not if she's the same Elena I remember.

"Right. So why are you here then? It can't just be to tell me you hate me"

"I'm here because I need your help" I can't believe I'm actually admitting that to her right now, but it's true. For what ever reason my sister is caught up in all of this so I'll need her help ending it. If she's still alive at the end of it or not is not really my problem.

"So, after all this time you come back from the dead and all you say is I need your help"

"Yeah Elena that's all I say, because anything else I have to say will end with you not helping me"

"Like what, I thought you were dead Y/N. The least you can do is explain" 

" After what you done to me Elena I don't owe you or anyone else in this town anything let alone an explanation. The only reason you know I'm alive in the first place is because I need your help. Now would you prefer I leave and get my help else where or can you shut up long enough to hear what I have to say" I say already getting sick of hearing her speak.

"Fine, what do you need my help with" she says rolling her eyes. There she is the Elena I know so well

"Vampires" I say, that one little word bringing an emotion to my sister's face I've never seen before. Fear.

"What do you mean vampires, they aren't real" she says trying to get out of this. There's no getting out now.

"Cut the shit Elena, I know you know who the vamps in this town are one way or another. I need names now. Sister or not I'll get those names, so what's it going to be"

"I don't know what you're talking about Y/N. What happened to you while you were dead, you're sounding crazy" she says slowly backing up to the wall. She finally understands I'm not her sister she could push over anymore. I'm barley the girl she remembers.

"There's no point lying Elena. I'll get those names one way or another, let's just make it easy on every one. I'd really hate it if  I had to torture it out of you, but if I have too I will and I learned from the best Elena" I say getting up and closing the gap between us. It's true I did learn from the best. Having one brother who was tortured by the Devil himself and another who was a demon for a while means you pick up a few things.

"What the hell happened to you Y/N, my sweet sister that I remember would never hurt anyone. Please lets just sit down and talk. We can catch up" my sister says trying to look around the room for anyway out. There is none. No matter what way she tries to run, I'm faster. If she tries to swing at me, I'm a better fighter. She has no way out of this right now, because for once in our lives. I'm better than she is.

"Please Y/N I'm your sister. I promise I know nothing about vampires in Mystic Falls" she is still lying. I really don't want to torture my sister. I'm not a monster , deep down I still think of her as my big sister. I still have hope that I could still have a big sister who loves me, but the logical part of me knows that it'll never happen. Mostly I just don't want to clean up all that blood.

"have it your way then sis" I say. 

Just as I'm about to knock her out the door opens. Two guys walk in, I can tell from here that they're vamps. I knew she was involved but having vamps invited into her house is something else. Hell she's right in the middle of all this. They're hot I'll give them that but one looks way too arrogant and full of himself and the other looks like he's scared of himself which will get him killed in the end, hopefully by me. I wouldn't be surprised if she was dating one if not both of them. Hell I'd date a vamp if not for the whole hunter thing. They tend not to get over the whole hunting their kind down and killing them thing.

"Who's this Elena, you didn't say you were having company" the arrogant one says, wow controlling much.

"Uhh, it's a long stroy, but this is my sister that everyone thought was dead" Elena says taking a step away from me. Smart girl but not smart enough.

"Yep that's me, not so dead sister. Just came by to let Elena know I was alive after all. I'll be going now since you have visitors Elena. Have a think about what I said. See you around sis" I say before making my exit. I'm sure I could have taken my sister and the two vamps considering they show their weaknesses like it's nothing, but that would have gotten me no where. Watching them on the other hand will get me everything I need to know.

[rjalker]

I forget if I actually made this post or if Tumblr ate it but it is so clear that an able-bodied neurotypical person wrote that fucking episode.

So we establish in part 1 of the single story that very blatantly just got chopped in half, And part 1 should have taken up just 10 minutes or less at the start of what should have been a single finale episode, with an entire extra episode left over to actually develop and focus Belinda and Fourteen,

But part one very firmly establishes that the physically disabled people (neurodivergent people don't seem to exist... At all.) are the first ones to figure out that reality has been fucked with, they are literally the ones who explain it all to Ruby.

But then in part two they just magically go back to being fully brainwashed with no clue that anything is going on, because the able-bodied writers decided they have enough brownie points for tokenizing physically disabled people, and making them act in ways that actual physically disabled people wouldn't (assuming because of the lack of very obvious mobility aids that Ruby can't possibly be physically disabled, as though they didn't all *just* explain that mobility aids are extremely expensive and in most cases need to be tailored specifically to the user and how medications are so expensive. You can fucking tell and able-bodied person wrote this.).

And then the whole thought process of the fake reality just doesn't even try to make sense or be consistent because we're told that all of the physically disabled people couldn't be imagined by the conservative caricature that has created this reality, so instead of being a part of the mandatory nuclear family homes, they're all homeless and get ignored by everybody, And the episode went out of the way to pan past this homeless encampment to show us some very obvious queer people also there but then in part two we say that A) none of these people actually figured out that reality is fucked up in any way they're all just brainwashed just like everybody else Ruby's the only special one because reasons that don't even try to get an explanation and the. B) say that Donna's trans daughter was just erased entirely from existence because the conservative guy imagining this world couldn't imagine her. So somehow that means that she just disappears so that she can be popped back into existence in the unit tower because.... The secret police using child labor is...cool?

Like. It literally should have been a whole thing that she was living in the homeless encampment with the physically disabled people and other queer people, that could have actually given her some actual personality and characterization besides "Hi I'm trans, now ignore all of the blatant transmisia baked into my introductory episode and worship the ground Russell T Davies walks on. My name is Rose isn't that so nostalgic? My name is Rose! Russell T Davies literally named me Rose! aren't you nostalgic yet? Don't you think this era is great simply because my name is Rose? I am a mixed race Black trans woman and I was named after Rose Tyler isn't that awesome doesn't that make this series awesome? Look everybody! Rose!!"

But no. We can't even pretend to have any kind of internal consistency or logic even in part two of what is very obviously meant to be a single episode that got chopped in two, and what should have been the first 10 minutes at absolute maximum of that finale episode instead got stretched out to an entire hour that accomplishes nothing that couldn't have literally been done better in 10 minutes or less.

And the writers clearly had some input from the physically disabled actors that they hired, or they probably wouldn't have even had that "conversation" About how mobility aids are so expensive, but obviously they didn't get enough input to say no, it's absurd to assume that somebody is able-bodied because they just don't have a mobility aid did you not did you not listen to a single word we just fucking said about how expensive and inaccessible mobility aids are what the fuck man?

And again like where are all the neurodivergent people? It's just so fucking obvious that an able-bodied neurotypical ableist wrote this episode and thought it was the best thing ever.

[keepyourpantsongohan]

Ayesha Liveblogs Given: Film + On the Other Hand

I'm going to go with the CR watch order, which has film, then OVA, for whatever that's worth continuity wise

Weel weel weel, who is Kaji kissing in the car? This man is the most romantically busy of anyone on this show!!! Not every bisexual has romantic tension with everyone around them, but Kaji definitely does

"She paid you?" "Wait, no. Don't get the wrong idea. This is just her thing." That does NOT explain anything Kaji omg

"It's not that you've actually calmed down. You just don't do stuff like that in front of Haruki-san, right?" Astute observation, Mafuyu. I'm only one minute into this movie and already I don't know what to make of the dynamics here. Kaji, King of Having A Complicated Romantic Life

"Ugetsu was the first genius that I ever encountered." Are we finally gonna get an answer about what the hell's going on between Kaji and his roommate!!

Haruki is the only one holding the band's admin together LOL

"Don't [the comments] make you guys happy?" "To be honest..." "I'm ecstatic." "Same." Awww Mafuyu's a great influence on this band's emotional honesty

"The second is that I think Kaji-san is the same as me." Gay? Neurodivergent? Traumatized? Only able to process his emotions through music? Be more specific, Mafuyu

"I'm back in Japan for the first time in ages, and you're in bed before me? Seriously?" EXPLAIN YOUR DYNAMIC, UGETSU

Oh they are roommates who fuck, but are not together, and still date other people, even though Kaji still has feelings for Ugetsu. That IS complicated!!!

Also, Mafuyu just clarified, "same as me" as in, "In love with someone you can't replace," which is one way to put it!

"Yeah, that sucked." Ugetsu does not care about the fragile psyche of teenagers. A hater to his core

"Being average at that school means you're already super smart!" I don't know if I buy that logic, Haruki

"I was just thinking that [being a jack of all trades] must be hard sometimes." "You're the peacemaker. That's why everyone loves you." Haruki making sincere emotional observations while Kaji is just using this as an opportunity to flirt LOL

"Um, Ugetsu-san, are you and Kaji-san..." "Oh, sleeping together? We're not exactly together anymore." Wow, I don't know if I expected Mafuyu to get a real explanation

"Around the time we graduated high school and I started working as a violinist, I suddenly realized... that we were suffocating each other more than anything else in this world." I'm guessing this was a YOU problem, Ugetsu

"Why did you tell me all this?" [Ugetsu laughs] "Well, I don't have any friends." Perhaps, Ugetsu, it has to do with your sinister aura and off-putting personality

"I love Akihiko to death, and even though I dumped him, I haven't been able to let go. I've been trying to get rid of him at every opportunity, but that still hasn't worked out either. All this time... I've been waiting for him to finally leave me." At least they're aware of how toxic and dysfunctional they are???? LOL

The text kicking Kaji out for the night. Absolutely brutal after the monologue about love

HGJHGKHGKH @ KAJI ANSWERING HARUKI'S PHONE CALL MID-BLOWJOB? THIS FILM IS SO MUCH MORE EMOTIONALLY EXTREME THAN ITS PREDECESSOR

Yatake said: Consider leaving your Bandmate Situationship in favour of being in my band, with your ex-girlfriend

"This is a love song. He's a genius. As the sound spreads, you can feel the presence of a thousand musical pieces behind it. He actually put in the work and listened to them. Just calling him a genius is misleading." Awwww, I love how much Haruki and Kaji admire their high school bandmates, even if it is with an aura of self-loathing

Oh, speaking of sinister auras, I do NOT like what's going on with Kaji. Why are you fistfighting your ex???

"You're in love with me, but you're gonna run away?" DERANGED!

"I told you I'd do anything. In the end, it was basically consensual." WAS IT? THAT WAS SO FUCKED UP AND WEIRD. I HATED THAT

"I'm pretty exhausted since you rejected me." Interesting way to phrase what occured, Haruki?????

This is the second time Kaji shutting someone's feelings down has resulted in them getting an impulse haircut. This man is a threat to long hair everywhere

Also I don't even want to unpack the place to sleep thing. Eep!

"Look. I'm actually mad here." "Sorry-" "I'm saying it pisses me off even more when you apologize to me. Just go home." Good for Haruki for telling Kaji to get lost

"I'm sorry. Please help me." Apparently it's okay to be intimate with someone who is barely consenting (at best) if you (Kaji) have Pathetic Man Disease

"A band would never work with four geniuses. Someone has to be there to support them, and we need you." In the interest of continuing this movie, I will set aside what happened with Kaji and Haruki for now. This dialogue is what I liked about Kaji for the past 11 episodes

"And that was the start of our bizarre life together." The movie is also gonna breeze past it, I guess

"We're pretty much done. More like I was basically a friend with benefits and a freeloader. We weren't technically dating." Good for Kaji for explaining his Toxic Situationship

Uenoyama has high expectations for Mafuyu's songwriting abilities considering the only time he's ever written lyrics was live on stage, stream-of-consciousness. Can't do that every time!!

"You think like a 20-year-old college student." Isn't he, or is that the joke, LOL?

Awwww, Kaji and Haruki enjoy each other's company so much they walked together from 3am until daytime

"I came here to see you, Ugetsu-san." "Me?!" Ugetsu is shocked anyone would seek out his company

I guess Ugetsu helped Mafuyu figure out what he wanted to write!

"I'm leaving this place." A long overdue declaration from Kaji to Ugetsu

Ghkjghkjgh the rest of the band just trying to network at a contest while Kaji and Ugetsu have a really intense confrontation

"But it's hard watching you two sometimes." "Huh?" "Because, I mean... You're in love with Kaji-san, right?" [Mafuyu voice] They hate me for serving honesty and an inability to read the room

Kaji tellling Haruki "I'm home"/"Tadaima" which has been the bookends of all his interactions with Ugetsu!! That's growth baby

[Kaji, whispering] "Don't go right now. Stay right here with me." I think Haruki and Kaji have finally found each other at the same place

"At first, you were like, 'I can't join a band. I'm not thinking about anything. I can't express myself.' You were all hesitant." [Uenoyama blushes] "Come here." [Mafuyu hugs him] "Don't worry. You're way cooler than anyone else." Speaking of healthy communication, as per usual, Uenoyama and Mafuyu are overachieving for their age bracket by being very cute and stable and supportive and full of character development

Also I love love love that Uenoyama blushes in advance of initiating physical affection. He's so sweet

KHGKHGKHG not Ugetsu framing his anger at Kaji leaving him as anger at Kaji quitting the violin. Get some therapy, babygirl

"How long has it been since I got goosebumps like this? When did I start hating music?" Now it's Kaji's turn to be actively processing trauma on stage

Ohhhhhh, so Ugetsu's internal comment about wasted talent was not necessarily for Mafuyu, but for Kaji

[Ugetsu, internally] "So he's the one." Ugetsu is also realizing that Haruki is the person who opened up Kaji's heart enough to care about music again

"Maybe something will remain. Even if we can never be the same again... Even if we go somewhere far away... I hope at least the music will remain." This is a surprisingly healthy perspective from Ugetsu

"Playing the drums is fun, but everything I poured into the violin isn't a lie!" "What the hell? So you are breaking up with me." Dump me but in a whimsical way through music metaphors

Turns out, I AM willing to forgive Ugetsu because he has Pathetic Man Disease. The tears got me:

Mafuyu, in Ugetsu's thoughts: It'll be alright.

Ugetsu, probably still not knowing Mafuyu's name: Thank you, random teen vocalist prodigy who helped me process my feelings about the demise of my toxic situationship! You're my only friend

"You've got a place to stay?" It's probably a good thing if Kaji doesn't start his next relationship while still relying on that person for housing

"After all that, we failed in the last stage of judging." That's a realistic contest result, considering generally the music industry and that they've been actively fighting inner demons the whole time they've been a band

"Akihiko changed. And I ended up imagining who could've been the one to change him." Hey Haruki, it's YOU, dumbass

"I ended up breaking up with Ugetsu, the guy I was in love with." At least now we're making things as clear as possible

OMG @ Kaji becoming passionate about school and music, and reconciling with his parents, all in the interest of love having made him better. He's Danny from Grease!

"The reason I decided to make changes in my life was because... I wanted to become a man worthy of your love!" I told you Kaji was Danny from Grease! Kaji said: I consider having my life together a prerequisite to dating you, Haruki

I do enjoy how they are embarrassed to death by their own romantic interactions. Realistic, subscribed

Also, this band is in shambles, none of them can resist dating each other

"Haruki. May I touch you?" [Tearfully] "Sure." [Kaji hugs Haruki] "I love you. Please go out with me." They wanted to drive home that Kaji respects boundaries (now)

In all seriousness, I am having a hard time accepting or rooting for this couple after the initial physical scene. I know Haruki cited consent, but it doesn't sit right with me. Way to undo 11 episodes of investment in your dynamic, and in Kaji. Honestly, if I'd known it was coming, I might've skipped this film. C'est la vie

I like the mid-credits flashes to the in-between scenes, like Uenoyama and Mafuyu going to the festival, Haruki getting his hair cut, Uenoyama meeting Hiiragi. Good stuff!

"Akihiko? Let's go home." HGKHGKGH Haruki's response to the question, 'Will you go out with me?' being 'Move in with me'

OVA: Given - On the Other Hand

"I mean, why do we gotta come to school when we're done with our first term? How stupid is that." "It's because we're stupid that we're here, moron." Ueki has a sick-burn at the ready for the Remedial School Squad

With the remedial classes, I suppose we're going to see what Uenoyama and Mafuyu were up to during the length of the film

"Mafuyu has attached himself to Kaji-san, who has the widest range of musical experience out of all of us." All other things aside, I do like this music learning dynamic

Uenoyama wanting to start a petty fight with his boyfriend (real) but then realizing his boyfriend has Petty Fight Trauma

"We're in the classroom." "Throw me a bone here." By which Uenoyama meant, 🌸 Kiss me in the classroom please 🌸 And Mafuyu caved immediately

"You better watch that pointer finger of yours, 'cause I might break it." Hahaha, I love Mafuyu's semi-hostile relationship with Hiiragi

"Hurry up and get together with Shizu-chan already." Hahaha, I love that no one in Mafuyu's social circle is straight

HAHAHAHA Uenoyama complimenting Haruki, and Kaji and Mafuyu sidling up for their turn to get praised

[Mafuyu tsks when Uenoyama doesn't praise him] "Don't take an attitude with me." Their disagreements are SO funny, 10/10. I love every benignly quarrelsome dynamic

[Uenoyama, internally] "Ulterior motives... probably aren't part of this! But is this really okay? We good? Wait, is what good?" Hehhehe I love Uenoyama's stream of consciousness monologuing, he's so silly

[Uenoyama, internally, having a sleepover with Mafuyu] "It's not like I don't think about what I actually want to do with him. I do, but..." Uenoyama processing his lustful thoughts may actually lead to gay sex

Mafuyu said, looking pitifully at his current boyfriend's clock: My dead boyfriend had a clock once

"I don't know much about your past, but stop looking like you're going to cry when you're with me." That's a tall order for someone with boyfriend trauma 11-feet-deep, Uenoyama

We've more or less confirmed by this clock scene (the same clock that was shown in the end credits of the movie) that this OVA is all the Uenoyama scenes that were cut from film for time. I love the extended scenes and additional insight

"I want people to see even more of Mafuyu's potential. I think we can still go higher. This is our chance, so I want to go all-in." I repeat: Uenoyama, King of If He Wanted To, He Would

I also love how much all of the band looks to Uenoyama for musical validation and leadership. Natural-born leader <3

Mafuyu dragging Uenoyama to their special stairwell so he can serenade him with a song about how he found love with him again. THEY'RE SO CUTE!!!

"Hearing him sing something like this... made all of my worries and doubts just disappear. He made it so they didn't matter anymore." UENOYAMA <3

"This is Uenoyama-kun. My boyfriend." Mafuyu said: Just so you know, we're not just going to be bandmates in front of my childhood friends, I am not consulting you on this matter, xoxo

HAHAHAHA Uenoyama pointing at Hiiragi trash-talking in shaking anger while looking at Mafuyu, like, 'Let me kill him,' and Mafuyu saying verbatim, "Yeah, no. I get it."

Lmao @ the movie translating "Hai" as "Yes, sir," and the special translating it as, "Thank you very much." Neither feels especially right in context, but I do think "Why so proper?" is a fair way to interpret the response. Maybe, "Affirmative," would be a better interpretation for the initial "Yes," if they're trying to get across the formality of the speech LOL

I guess Hiiragi's trash talk wasn't for naught, they won the contest!

Uenoyama said: I can be annoyed about Hiiragi winning AND comfort my boyfriend at the same time, I can multitask (once again, on brand for the voice of also Megumi Fushiguro, Boy Kisser)

"Don't worry. Your song will get through to people." Uenoyama Best Boyfriend, Champion Hand-Holder <3

"Please allow me to date Haruki-kun!" "Aaaaaaabsolutely not!!" [Uenoyama, internally] "We're finished. This band's gonna fall apart in mid-air." HAHAHAH true. Also. Hypocrite!! HAHAHA

The social dynamics of these anime boybands is what all those K-Pop fans WISH their idols were up to

I know there are two more films (Hiiragi Mix and To the Sea) but I think they might be connected in the ways that these two were. I think the last'll be out this month, which is probably for the best, given (no pun intended) what a harrowing journey the first part of this liveblog was. I am however, compelled to watch them by the power of boybands and Megumi Boy Kisser VA. So, that'll be a future liveblog!

[ghostflowerhotpotch]

I don’t believe in Canon Events, but I this theory on how they might work.

My idea is that if you jump to another universe and change stuff in that universe by your own doing! (Not helping, helping is a different case) so let me break it down even further.

Miguel went to a universe not of his own, and impersonated a dead version of himself. He wasn't supposed to change things there since it's not his home universe.

In Gwen’s universe. Gwen’s father quit the police force, so he’s not going to be a police captain. So that canon event is not going to happen.

Basically, canon events can be altered but they have to done by the Spider-Man/Spider-Woman in their original universe.

So with Miles situation, he can save his father and the universe would be fine but if someone like Peter B. saved him the universe would crash.

What do you think?

. . .

Okay, I had been staring at this question for days (make it two months now, fuck I am sorry.), unsure of how to answer, and not for the reasons you may like.

So, I kind of have two answers for this:

If this is for a story, fic/comic on your own? I think is a good idea! It works perfectly fine, and it could lead to some really interesting possibilities in the right hands.

Now, as for this being the explanation of why things are happening how are happening? ...Boy how I phrase this.

This is really, the thing that has been taking me so goddamn long to answer this question; and is honestly more my own fault than anything else, I can tell you that much.

So, here is the thing, is this plausible? Yes, it could be the case.

Here is the part that has been making me trip for 2 months: Why you believe this is the case?

Let me tell you guys something about me: I don't make long essays with screenshots and receipts because I'm some snotty asshole who thinks is smarter than everyone, is actually pretty much the opposite: I trust my own judgment so little I make long ass explanations with proof from the canon material, to show that I am not pulling things out of my ass because I would not assume anyone would believe me otherwise.

You are going in the right direction with this, you are looking at the problem, the different pieces, and trying to make sense of it. But what I am going with all of this, is to try to look into why you think this is the answer to this puzzle, instead of something else.

This reminds me to something I heard growing up, from edgy classmates who liked to be a contrarian "Who says g-d exist, instead of things happening because an invisible wizard is doing catastrophe happen across the globe in his Antarctic resident?"

As you can see this is an absurd example brought by some 11 yo kid who loved being a shit head, however it does bring up a valid point: You can't prove that wizard doesn't exist, but in exchange, he couldn't prove the wizard existed, either.

Something being plausible is not enough most of the time, even when people heard something plausible and believe it, is normally because they already had per-conceived notions that made them skew in that direction.

You asked for my opinion at the end of your post, so I am giving you my honest answer: I don't believe in Canon event, none of them, because the prime example of one going wrong has more holes than a gruyere cheese, and nothing in either movie has made me think they are real.

This is what I am asking from you: Do you think Canon Events can be true under certain circumstances? Why these circumstances, rather than them being fully nonsense, or working exactly as Miguel said they did? What was the reason you thought this works this way, and no other?

I am asking you this because there may be a logic only you can see, there may be a way to see these scenes, this story, on a way that makes your theory make more sense and be more cohesive than my arguments, I can fully think this is the case.

But you are the one with the theory, meaning you are the only one with the eyes able to see the rest of this thread. Maybe you subconsciously came up with this theory because there are parts of the movie that point on this direction.

So go for it, go down the rabbit hole and see what you find.

[fnaflucasverse]

The world needs to know about Mike and his stunning 2nd wife, his malewife

Mike

2, 8, 13, 20

Rodrigo

4, 13, 19, 23

this ask is going to be so long ill just put it under a readmore 😭 foxhound supremacy forever

MIKE:

2) What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them?

it's very easy for him to slip into a paranoid spiral when what he remembers (or thinks he remembers) doesn't line up with what's in front of him. if it's an isolated, easily explainable instance, mike can brush it off. when it becomes a pattern, mike will start distrusting either his own perception or reality itself, becoming very confused and agitated when other people act as if nothing is wrong.

usually faith or lucas would immediately sense what's happening and ground him by assuring him of a logical (usually faulty memory-related) explanation, or erasing his memory entirely (in faith's case). truly, what would mike do without them...

8) Would your OC ostensibly be able to get away with murder?

probably not, or at least not very well... i think he would mostly feel too sick to his core to attempt to get away with it, even if it was in self-defense. mike doesn't like hurting people.

he'd definitely do better if he had help from someone who actually knows what they're doing in this situation (coughcough lucas).

13) If you met your OC, would the two of you get along?

as strangers, we'd just be staring at each other awkwardly. if he knew who i was, he'd probably get mad at me for putting him in this situation and then i'd cry </3

20) Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?

i think he'd only get jealous in extremely specific circumstances, like if doll (or a certain pirate) suddenly started pulling away from mike emotionally and spending a lot of time elsewhere, with someone else. it reignites a lot of the insecurity mike felt growing up, the idea that there's something wrong with him, that he's "damaged goods", that he's not good enough for the people he loves.

RED:

he'd direct a lot of this anger at himself, probably start drinking to cope until they (inevitably) break the news that they don't love him and are leaving him and he should go die in a hole. (there were at least a few times when mike suspected doll might leave him, especially early in their relationship, after they both got disowned for being together.)

4) When scared, does your OC fight, flee, freeze or fawn?

his first instinct is to flee, but if that's not possible for whatever reason (he's cornered or someone he cares about is in danger) then he'll fight tooth and claw.

13) If you met your OC, would the two of you get along?

see mike's answer 💀

19) How does your OC behave when enraged?

23) What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?

there are kind of two main stages: first, red goes completely cold and serious, dead-focused on whatever made him angry in the first place. if he can settle the issue with a (relatively) calm discussion, he will. he's not really one for confrontation, but his personal pride is something that he can't let stay chipped.

the second stage is after all negotiations have gone badly, or if negotiations were never on the table in the first place. rodrigo essentially just flips out and tries to (metaphorically?) bite the other person's face off. he is not stopping until they apologize, die, or he dies going after them. if this feud goes on long enough, he'll do anything in his power to ruin their life. but he's not a monster enough to bring their family into it.

probably existential dread. the idea that the world will go on and on without him and not even spare him a glance. he doesn't want to face the fact that he has been forgotten by everyone, even if he knows logically that it's true. it's why he keeps telling his stories, trying to relive the past glory days. he's not ready to give up on himself yet.

red finds it hard to express genuine love and affection, especially verbal affirmations like "i love you" or even "i'm glad you're in my life". he stays quiet about these things until they're too big to ignore, and even then he's probably going to ignore them for as long as possible until the other person makes the first move.

[flowerbloom-arts]

The Clockwork Muddler

(another fanfic idea/concept/AU by me that other people can use, just please @ me and stuff I would love to know if you do)

Summary

Stumbling upon the aftermath of an accident never meant to be seen by anyone, a young Moomin(pappa) finds out that the Muddler is some sort of... Mechanical being. Moomin is completely horrified by this discovery, but before he could do anything the Muddler grabs him by the arm and tearfully begs him not to tell anyone, and that he'll do anything he pleases if it keeps him silent about the whole thing. Moomin, not being one to pass up an opportunity, agrees to this on the condition that the Muddler follows his every whim.

Tensions rise as Moomin sees him as far less of a person and Muddler tries to please him as best he could, and although they don't say a suspicious word of the incident, everyone else notices the strange change in their dynamic. It's only a matter of time before tensions rise to their heights; and that Moomin discovers another devastating truth.

Concept explanation

So basically this whole thing is an allegory that can apply to many things and it has alot of literal metaphors but if one were make too much of a detailed lore/explanation of the central concept then the need for logic would supersede the central message of the story.

To simply describe Muddler I would say he's basically a steampunk/clockwork android but not in a super literal techy way. It's kinda like the gems in Steven Universe, they are technically light robots but they still have bodily fluids and human emotions and the ability to digest food and stuff, you know?

Muddler's been adopted by Hodgkins since ages ago, they're not biologically related, but Muddler and Hodgkins still call the people who took care of him previously his "parents" and "uncle/nephew" are like petnames for eachother because they grew such a close bond.

Muddler is really janky on the inside, alot of loose ends and problems that cause him to be clumsy and overemotional and fixated on his collection. He also lost the lid for his chest a long time ago (probably back when he was still with his parents) and so his insides are constantly exposed but hidden under the layers of clothes he always wears.

The story takes place like... some time after Muddler's wedding. Moomin(pappa) is a very dumb and naive kid with a huge ego (I'd say he's around 16-17 while Muddler is atleast perceivably 21), and Moomin has alot of inexperience with the concept of sympathy or empathy due to his upbringing and what little he does have is relegated to Hodgkins, because Hodgkins is Moomin's favorite and most important person in the world while everyone else is just, whatever.

So when he finds out about Muddler with his gut gears spilled and trying to fix himself up quickly he freaks the heck out because holy crap did his reality just shatter right that moment. When Muddler begs him not to tell anybody he's still trying to process but gives into his offer because he's an egotistical brat with an unstable, warped self-image and who doesn't care about anybody but himself and Hodgkins.

Moomin gets progressively bitter towards Muddler because Muddler has this really cool uncle who's really nice to him and Joxter is also really nice to him and he already has a wife while Moomin doesn't get anywhere near the affection Muddler receives, even though he thinks Muddler isn't a real person but he himself is the realest person he's known his whole life. He is slowly inching closer to telling on Muddler anyway, and he doesn't even know that Hodgkins already knows. He even starts calling him a clock in his head to further dehumanize him.

During the height of this tension, Muddler and Moomin have a private conversation/argument which culminates into the reveal that Hodgkins knew, Moomin asks why in the world because he's already built up this bigotry towards Muddler in his head and Muddler starts getting all sentimental talking about his backstory. And then he looks at Moomin sadly;

The Muddler reached out for the Moomin's chest.

A click rung out in his head.

"Hodgkins always had a fondness for machines, you know. He seems to have this sixth sense for finding one," the Muddler said kindly. "The broken ones, most usually, we seem to be easier to spot with those ears of his."

No no no this can't be, the Moomin thought, he can't be like him!

The Muddler continued softly and sadly, "You told the Hemulen Aunt you were found in a seashell padded with velvet, yes? Excuse me, it must've been nice to be treated so gently and elegantly as a small one."

A shopping bag padded with newspaper...

The Muddler opened the Moomin's chest to reveal the dusty and rusty clockwork in him, "Oh dear," the Muddler covered his mouth, "I thought since you were so clean... Perhaps your Hemulen didn't bother..."

A thousand 'no's repeated themselves in the Moomin's thoughts, this cannot be true, he has to be a real person himself. He has to be! Because if he wasn't, then...

They locked eyes. Sincerity and concern met with earth-shattering terror. A pause.

"Oh," said the Muddler finally, "I'm sorry."

-

Moomin himself is made of clockwork, that's why he was different from the other Moomins and had those clicks in his head when he got ideas. His old Principal didn't even bother figuring out what he even is, let alone take care of him properly, his insides are all rusted and somewhat malfunctioning.

Moomin spirals and thinks that all the things he thought about Muddler applies to him aswell, that everything he tried to do since his escape are rendered null because he's not a real person and fake people can't become Famous Adventurers, they can't be liked or belong anywhere if people knew.

Moomin starts denying everything but he knows it won't do anything and he breaks down crying.

The Muddler looks down at him, feeling pity wash over him. Despite the cruelty and bitterness Moomin treated him with he can't help but feel bad for this child who had his whole world crash down on him. Muddler pats his head, and then Moomin receives the first hug he's ever had in his life.

[guhamun]

@caemthe said (inbox):

[ jiyan, for cal ] It's during a tranquil night while patrolling with the mercenary leader that the general- no, that Jiyan voices something that has been troubling him. "Being with you and thinking of you are as easy as breathing. It feels natural, to the point I don't remember how it used to be before that. But finding a reason for why that is feels like trying to put together a thousand pieces puzzle. I didn't know my mind could be so complicated." That last sentence is said with a hint of amusement, the sides of his mouth curving into a smile. Surely, Calcharo will be amused by how perplexing and senseless his revelation is, too. He... doesn't even know why he's sharing something so personal in the first place. It makes no sense, he makes no sense. He knows this, and yet... "And yet, as perplexing as it is, it doesn't displease me. Quite the opposite, in fact. I look forward to seeing and spending time with you more each time and, before I realize it, you're present in my thoughts more as well. I'm not keen on distractions, but it's different when it comes to you. Why? I have no idea." A short-lived laugh passes his lips then. Really, what prompted him to talk of things he hasn't figured out on his own yet? Is he looking for help, an answer, anything? He can't say for sure either. "Laugh if you wish, I'm aware that I'm not making any sense right now."

VERY RARELY DID CALCHARO patrol with another person. Most of the time, he often did this alone as he felt he needed no assistance with such an endeavor. For years he had monitored Huanglong like a distant shadow, Jinzou most especially, when the TD outbreaks were at their worst. His Hounds had long since ceased asking if he wanted company, all of them knowing full well that he would be quick to turn them down and continue on his way. How surprising it was, then, that he was out here with Jiyan of all people, when hardly anyone could so much as convince him otherwise. Perhaps he reached this decision merely because he knew of how stubborn the General was, and that refusing him would be met with deaf ears. That, or maybe it was just that no resources would be wasted because Jiyan was outside of his command. He could only assume these were the case…even if being confused about your own thoughts and questioning it seemed…peculiar in itself.

     It was a quiet night, the stars gleaming as brightly as they often did, the air pleasant and cool as a reminder of falls approach. Everything had been quiet as it normally was…up until Jiyan broke that silence with his words. Frowning slightly, he turned his head a little to look at the other from the corner of his eye, confused about the words that passed his lips. What was said mirrored how he felt as well, which in itself, perplexed him all the more with each uttered word. He enjoyed being with Jiyan -- this he could not tell himself otherwise. He wasn’t sure when the other managed become a normalcy within his mind the way they did as of late, though it seemed he wasn’t the only one who was attempting to decipher the ‘why’ of it. Sometimes he found himself glancing off into the distance, wondering how he was doing back at Norfall Barrens, pondering if that stubborn general was pushing himself to do a thousand things in a single day. He shouldn’t care – he didn’t, he liked to tell himself. What Jiyan did, did not affect his work in any way, shape, or form. At the end of the day, he and his Ghost Hounds would still be paid, contracts still fulfilled.

     Ah…but considering Jiyan was the one who hired them in the first place, if something did happen to him, that meant that their contract would be null and void. He'd lose an excellent business opportunity and would have very little reason to remain unless someone else opted to hire him and his people’s services. There was a logical explanation for all this, he liked to tell himself on a regular basis, Calcharo constantly putting reasons to things that still left him feeling uncertain at the end of the day (because he needed explanations -- he needed it all to make sense when it felt senseless). Glancing away, he felt that unfamiliar feeling well up in him again: embarrassment. How could anyone just rattle off words like this? Even he, as blunt as he was, would have kept all this to himself as long as it did not interfere with his work. Quiet still, he mulled over what was said, pondered his own feelings, but found at the heart of it, they held a similarity. ❝You give absolutely no lead up into whatever is floating about in that mind of yours, do you?❞

     None whatsoever.

     How was one even supposed to prepare for what passed those lips when there was no warning in the slightest? Letting out a small huff of either exasperation, or amusement, it was hard to tell as he turned his gaze back to Jiyan. ❝You are the strangest client I have ever had, and I have gone through many. Although…I can say that you are the first I have found myself thinking about every now and then as well. Like yourself, I dislike distractions and prefer to focus on my work. Everything else outside of that can be cast aside until the later hours of the night.❞ And though he did do that when it came to this man – alarmingly so, at the same time, he found his thoughts wandering during the day as well at the most random of times. ❝But…I do find your presence enjoyable in a way that I’m not used to with other people outside my Ghost Hounds. Talking to you like this, face to face rather than through a terminal or letter, has become a routine that I have long since factored into my schedule.❞ One that he, oddly enough, looked forward to. He paused, glancing away. ❝Do know this information does not factor into a discount.❞

[heystephen]

Hi scout im sorry i hope you don't mind im here to vent for a hot min

My best friend is a fan of Andrew Tate. She started sending me clips of him and whatever a few months before the first reports surfaced about him being involved in trafficking and SA and him getting arrested over it. I watched some of it but to me, it sounded absolutely bonkers from day one. I couldn't understand what her point was tbh to follow someone who deems one gender as lesser. Anyway, I later learned her boyfriend was also a fan of his. I started looking at him from a whole new perspective at that point. Anyway, she was getting more and more conservative by his side and I was having enough, so I figured I'd start distancing myself even though it sucked because she's my best friend. And then her boyfriend tragically passed away, so I thought no way am I letting her face this on her own. But omg I can not grasp an ounce of logic when she goes on about supporting Trump or Tate or Putin. Like, darling, these are people that not only would not see you as human if they knew of your existence and would more than likely end up assaulting you, but one of them has actually threatened to invade your land after he's done with Ukraine. So I do my best to change the subject whenever she brings up various conservative talking points she's come across on socials lately. I've tried "debating" some of the stuff (just breaking down whatever logic she's absorbed from them) but she keeps calling anything I say "fake news and propaganda taken out of context" and downright refuses to engage with any explanations I share her way.

She didn't used to follow global events or politics before this guy, and I know this for a fact because I was the one that was informing her of what was happening in the world before they got together. I am still the one informing her of what's happening so she's firmly supporting Palestine after hearing me out. But refuses to listen when I tell her the same thing is happening with Ukraine and Russia. It's obviously touchy things for her that her boyfriend left behind and it seems they're not going to change, and I really don't want to stop being friends with her over all this but I hate how she keeps crossing my boundaries whenever I ask her to talk about something else or not to bring politics to a conversation, where she'll let it go for a week or two and it's back at square one.

One positive thing I've noticed with her is that she started a rewatch of Sex and the city, and for the first time EVER, noticed how horrible the women treat each other and the people in their lives in the show. I've been telling her that for years, but just like everything else I've listed, she blatantly ignored it or told me I misunderstood them. It's the only thing that she's told me that's changed about her that has me grasping at the straws of hope.

i’m really sorry to hear about your best friend and the path she’s taking. i’m inclined to say as long as she keeps pressing boundaries that you’re trying to set about those topics, you’re not getting what you deserve from this friendship. but that’s only my perspective, i understand that with her being your best friend, there’s obviously more there than i know.

[broomballkrakenfic]

Something else that I've managed to slowly work on lately is the next chapter of my Abysskeeper/Mr. Backup fic, and it's some mushy sickfic nonsense lol

Abe didn't know how long he had been asleep, but a pleasant, savory smell stirred him from his slumber. He winced as he tried to sit up; he still felt dizzy, overheated, and sluggish.

"Don't push yourself."

Abe glanced over at Lucien, who was sitting at his bedside. He huffed and settled back against his pillow, watching silently as Lucien swapped out the towel on his forehead, and he let out a content sigh as the damp cloth cooled his overheated skin.

Lucien smiled fondly at Abe, who's face grew hotter - because of his illness, surely - before asking: "How are you feeling, Abe?"

"Like shit."

Abe's eyes narrowed when Lucien brought a hand to his mouth to stifle his giggles, but he couldn't stop his lips from curling up into the slightest of smiles. He took a deep breath through his nose and was reminded of the scent that had caused him to wake up.

"What's that smell?"

"Oh!" Lucien's eyes went wide, and he turned to Abe's bedside table. He picked up a steaming bowl and carefully moved it into his lap. "This stew is for you, if you think you can eat right now."

"Stew?" Abe raised an eyebrow. "Didn't think that was on the tavern's meal schedule this week."

"It's not." Abe raised his eyebrow even further when Lucien's cheeks flushed and he averted his gaze. "The tavernkeep generously let me use his kitchen to make this for you…after I dropped a hefty coin purse in front of him, of course."

Abe snorted, wincing as the motion made his head throb. "I'll try and eat some." He untangled his arms from his blankets and reached out towards the bowl, but Lucien quickly pulled it out of his reach.

"Oh no you don't. With those shaky hands, you'll just end up spilling it all over yourself."

Abe glared at him, and pulled his slightly trembling hands back. "Then how the hell-"

Lucien smiled almost too sweetly - which Abe knew was not a good sign - and he watched as Lucien dipped a spoon into the stew. He lifted it out when it was full and blew on it to cool it down. Abe saw where this was going and almost retched.

"Oh hell no. I'm not some fucking baby that you need to feed," Abe hissed, clamping his mouth shut and turning up his nose.

Lucien let out a tired sigh and shook his head. "Well, you're certainly acting like a big baby. Now, be reasonable and open wide."

"Fuck you."

Lucien's eyes narrowed in the fiercest glare that Abe had ever seen, and an odd sense of dread welled up within him, followed by a conflicting heat that flushed to his face…that was unfortunately not because of his illness. Abe decided that this particular sickness was causing him to lose his mind, because that was the only logical explanation as to why he found Lucien to be extremely hot right now.

"You will let me feed you, Abe," Lucien said coolly, which sent a shiver down Abe's spine, "or I will sit here and tell you some rather fascinating stories about my time with the Knights of Seiros until you do."

Abe's flushed face immediately paled. "Oh gods, a-anything but that!" He'd heard enough of Lucien's stupid-ass stories to know that they might actually bore him to death this time.

Lucien's eyes softened, and he lifted the spoon to Abe's face again. "Open up."