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axolotl-thing2 · 1 year

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that a lot of turtles

this a page sample of charter 1 the fic I'm writing the rest is going to be on my AO3 when it is finished it's not even true to the real one yet, this is a non-edited version of it there still a lot of detail that I need to work out on this so for now here is the creator of the Au is @haro0o <-------

and also @idiotreblogger I didn't forget to tag you too so you can read it I want some criticism on this to see where I can make it better!

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“RAPH! WATCH OUT!” What happened, who were they, where am I, why is it so cold Who am I?

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It was a cold night in new york the sky was cloudy. Winter was coming soon but under the clouded sky, was raph on patrol watching the streets for any suspicious activity. it‘s was 9:40am in 3 hours and 20 minutes it was going to be Exactly 2 years since the krang invasion happened He was complicating whether or not he should continue on patrol since no one on that day really left their homes except to mourn lost ones and to visit their graves. Checking the alleys to the rooftops he was tired he was on the rooftops checking the streets from up high he decided to Head back home since there was no activity at all and to be there with his family during that day. He pressed a button on his watch

“Donnie come in Donnie come in I know your awake” “Hello my dear brother what can I do for you” “I just wanted to know if You guys wanted some pizza” “Yes Of course how can we turn down perfectly good pizza” “Ok then see you at that home” “You got the money right” “Yup” “ ill send you some more just in case, see how you're terrible at keeping money safe” “Ok ok, long should I wait for the money” “Any moment noooowwww then”

And just like that a blue portal opened up in the sky he opened up my hand and then came the money.

“There some extra because Mikey and Leo ‘just friends’ are here today ” “Oohhh really and is ‘where just rivals/enemy/frenemy/It's complicated there too” “Aaaahhhhhh nnnooooo” “Just tell me what you guys want or send me a list or something” “Ok let me ask, ill send you a list in a minute ” “Señor Hueso right” “yep”

He sat on the rooftop edge looking at the people going on with their night you can still see the destruction caused by the krang. Something else happened that day people started recognizing us as heroes the “unknown hero of new york” or “the one at wore orange red purple and blue ” Ever since then many people have been trying to catch us in the act of saving New York. There are many fan pages about us now Sometimes they do get the occasional photo but April or Donnie deals with that quickly but they can never get a good photo. and the worst part about it is that the government is trying to get on our tails they see us as a threat to the world I mean I can't really blame them we were intended for war purposes to wipe out the human. But Donnie tries to delete any files that they have on us and even wipes our traces of us. But also they will never suspect if we were right under the city and hopefully they don't find the hidden city anytime soon.

ding

Ah, that must be the li-… ⇱▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ 1 pineapple pizza 3 Pepperoni pizza 2 Extra pepperonis 2 Cheese pizza 1 Stuffed crust 2 Salad Beards sticks And 9 sodas ______ ⇲ I climbed off the building as quietly and quickly as I could making sure I did not disturb the people in the building. Off to Señor Hueso Now where is that wall it should be rrrrrrriiiight here Ha! There we go

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #ao3fic #ao3 fic #fic writing #fanfiction #fanfic #raph hamato #rottmnt raph #rottmnt au #rottmnt rapheal

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hunny-flower · 3 years

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based on ur last post, do u have jatp recs?

After my friend watched jatp, I made a ten page document of fanfics for them to read when they had time, of course I have recs 💜 I’ll try to give descriptions but there are so many and I just woke up so if the word count dwindles then just trust me. They’re good.

Window Seat

I’m 90% sure I cried reading this. Their seats get messed up on a flight and they become friends and I just love them a lot,, There’s a mamma mia scene so know you HAVE to read it.

Pure of Heart, Dumb of Ass, Home of Sexual

Six special moments where Alex bakes with Ray and makes his friends happy. Very good. Made me cry a solid three times. As someone who bakes as a coping mechanism,, this one hit different.

It's Not Sunset Cis Either

Not a fic but a series of fics where just nobody is cishet and I care about them!! Angst but like, in a good way.

Our Life is a Playlist (And You're My Favorite Song)

This one isn’t complete yet but there’s angst!! There’s also fluff to balance it out but you WILL cry.

battle, my love (carry my heart with you always)

It’s got the grief/mourning and manipulation tags idk what to tell you

Alex Mercer's Storm

There’s some fluff, some angst, and lots of gay

is my love reason enough (for you to stay)?

i cried and you will too

Wishin' You Were 'Round With Me

this one isn’t angst i swear its rlly cute

luke and reggie's guide to getting your best friend a date (not recommended)

theyre all so,, stupid,, said with love

This Is Why Mom Doesn’t Fucking Love You

Good, gay, and a little bit british

i never thought i'd see the day

i love them?? so much?? this fic is so silly very good break from the angst

Struck a Chord

ohhhh boy. A lotta bit angst and the found family tag

search 'n follow

Cute! Sad! Gay!

Alex Mercer and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Closet

A gay boy and his himbo (but you don’t know which is which)

Pieces of The Clock (lies broken)

You’ll cry!! You’ll do it!!

A soul is made up of many parts

The carrie redemption we all deserve. Angst <3

my own soul’s warning

Angst!! Some fluff!!! Very good!

the mercer-molina treaty

It’s rlly cute pls,, I need to draw fan art soon

Morosexual Cubed

These bitches gay!! Good for them!!

One of Us Running Out

Angst <3

the kids aren’t alright

This whole series. Nick angst and gay!!

We sang along to the start of forever

Hey guys theyre still gay!

the kiss.

homosexuals still

A Place Called Home

If you dont cry ill break into ur house and make sure it happens

Your Hands Protect The Flames From The Wild Winds Around You

hohoho angst again

Sunset Curve Likes To Spend Too Much Time On The Docks For Some Fucking Reason

Oh! Angst! Wow!! haha.

trapped inside a role of disillusion

Gay angst!!!! Again!!! wow!!!

#hey guys can you tell #can you tell im gay #guys can you figure out what my favourite ship is #is it obvious that i go thru the hurt/comfort tag on a daily basis #i wanted to include more but i think yall would get bored #if you DO want more though #let me know #jatp #julie and the phantoms #willex #julie molina #luke patterson #alex mercer #reggie peters #willie jatp #flynn jatp #fanfic #fanfic recs

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fandomsallaroundme · 5 years

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As someone who really likes Tony as a character in his various incarnations, as well as a being huge Stony shipper, the current state of the Marvel fandom due to this special breed of MCU Tony stans is killing me. It's like their life's mission is to downplay the contributions of every other character (except maybe Peter) to make their fav look the best. They sure love reducing Steve Rogers to the "pretty white guy who did nothing", which frankly couldn't be further from the truth. (1)

Of course when called outon their shit, (and the fact that they all conveniently ignore that Tony never called Steve either when he had the chance to), they fall back on the "WhY caN'T yOu TaKE a JoKE!!1!" excuse. It's honestly exhausting to have your love for a character being slowly drained out of you because the most popular version of that character has a million toxic stans who somehow don't understand that the other Avengers may mean just as much to other people as Tony does to them. (2)

I found your blog because I pretty much had it with being disrespectful towards the other Avengers as some sort of weird ass defense for Tony, which the character doesn’t need. IMO if you can't build your fav up without tearing other characters down and then trying to play it off as a joke, you're doing it wrong. I don't understand why they can't let Tony be an actual flawed (but incredibly interesting) character,as that is what drew me to him in the first place. (3)

I also have to stop myeyes from rolling into another dimension when they try and make "bad childhoods" into a competition, but then conveniently forget that Nat was literally brainwashed into being an assassin from a young age, and Steve grewup in poverty with an alcoholic father, sick mother, a list of illnesses longer than my shopping list while WWII raged on in the background. Like they're trying

to claim Tony had it the hardest?? Compared to these other characters????

What????? (4)

Honestly, that makes me

feel like these “stans” don't know shit about Tony at all, because that's

something the character himself wouldn't even THINK of saying, in both the MCU

and the comics/cartoons. I just want my pre-MCU Civil War Marvel fandom back so

I can go into the tag without seeing all this shitty content. Anyways, sorry

for the rant, had to deal with some of those toxic stans today and came here to

get a breath of fresh air. (5)

Sorry if my reply is a bit later than expected, I had to get home from work and then I had to lay out all your asks chronologically and read them all at once because reading them chunk by chunk was whacking my ADHD brain out lmao

Anyway, first of all: hi! It’s super nice to meet another Marvel fan who actually likes the team instead of just one character in particular! So glad to have you aboard this actual garbage dump that is my blog! Welcome! And don’t worry about ranting, lord knows I do it all the time yet somehow people still think I’m worth following. :D

Second, god do I know where you’re coming from. The Marvel fandom used to be such an open and inviting place, full of some of the best people I could ever hope to meet. I was a huge fan since 2011 when Thor and Captain America TFA came, but I didn’t really join the “fandom” itself until… maybe early 2014?? Around the time Winter Soldier came out. I remember the fandom coming together and just sobbing over this beautiful movie, coming up with hundreds of fics and headcanons for how Tony and the other Avengers could help rehabilitate Bucky and help Steve get his friend back. There were whole discussions and wishes for a very long and very important talk between the entire group as friends, for Tony to learn the truth and choose to forgive Bucky for his parent’s deaths because he never chose to kill them, would never choose to do so of his own free will, and for the team to come together, stronger than ever because they understood each other’s pain.

I haven’t seen hide nor hair of such AUs since 2016.

Civil War was the worst possible decision the Marvel execs made. They should never have tried to adapt the storyline into a movie, or they shouldn’t have done it so haphazardly while also still trying to resolve the issues from TWS. Dividing the fandom on who is Right and who is Wrong was a fucking mistake, because instead of thinking critically about the moral implications of what signing or abstaining from the Accords means, the fandom has devolved into claiming the side that their favorite characters are on is automatically “Right” and then trying to build a defense around their character in particular instead of what they are actually fighting for.

I’m very sorry your enjoyment of Tony’s character has faded because of people who cannot admit their faves’ faults. Tony is actually a rather interesting and complicated character, and although I cannot say whether or not I could ever love him the way I used to way back in the 2012-2013 era of Marvel, I could at least, ya know, tolerate him, or just be neutral to him.

But I have to Hate Him, because the toxic, overwhelming majority of his stans have targeted, degraded, and trashed all the other Avengers so thoroughly I can no longer see what I ever liked about Tony in the first place.

Yes, Tony suffered. Yes, his childhood was hard. Yes, Steve shouldn’t have lied to him.

But he hasn’t suffered the most out of the entire Avengers team (Natasha), he didn’t grow up chronically ill (Steve) or in poverty and orphaned (Wanda). Howard not loving him was awful, but he still did have a wonderful father figure in Edwin Jarvis, and his mother loved and cared for him.

Steve lying to him seems to be, like, the biggest evidence his stans have that he should have hated the Avengers, or, it’s the reason they like to give for hating the others because “everyone turned against him!! He deserved better friends!!!” No??? Steve lying to him was wrong, but him trying to kill Bucky was no less wrong (it was, in fact, about 100x worse because, ya know, murder), and after all of that it was completely within Tony’s power to move forward and try to rebuild his friendships.

The cellphone was Steve’s olive branch; it was Tony’s choice not to take it until the world was literally ending around them. The others were completely within their right to avoid/hate Tony for him locking them up in a remote prison without a trial or even a hope of release before Steve freed them. A lot of Tony’s choices are ultimately the worst things that came back to bite the Avengers in the ass; Ultron, not calling Steve, not turning the donut ship back to Earth after Ebony Maw was dead, the Sokovia Accords, etc.

(Aw geez, I kind of went on my own rant there, lol)

I desperately wish for the days where the fandom didn’t know about Civil War, when the team was the Team and they all lived together and kicked a lot of HYDRA ass together and then went out to do the occasional solo mission that was part of their own trilogies and everything was good and everyone could actually forgive each other for small things instead of instantly turning on each other because someone’s favorite character did something rude to another.

But, seeing as that’s not likely to be happening anytime soon, I invite you to enjoy my blog and engage in more rants with me in the future if you so wish. It’s nice to meet you. :)

#MCU #Marvel #ask #ladymoonveil #anti Tony stans

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softsiwickii · 6 years

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Starting Fresh - Pt 4

Surprise!! Part 4 is here! I was thinking about making a tag list, so if you would be interested in wanting to be on it, let me know!! xx- bina :)

A solid chunk of the next day was spent at Shane’s..planning the video I was going to be featured in next week. Gosh, I’ve never ever considered what even went into making these YouTube videos until now. There’s seriously so much to consider: cameras, equipment, what to wear, renting, and planning the day as a whole. It was a little intimidating to be honest. I’m not usually the center of attention and for the video to be based on me teaching...I felt like I needed to portray my best self.

We spent about 3 hours planning the video, and the rest of the time we just decided to hang out. I was sitting with Andrew on the couch as he scrolled through his camera roll on his phone, showing me some of his photography. I was so fascinated by it. Not just by the pictures (although they were stunning in every way), but him as well. The way his face lit up when he talked about the locations and how proud he seemed of himself when he was finally happy with his final results.

We came across a series of photos taken at a dock and I couldn’t peel my eyes away from them. I never thought that any place in LA would hold such peace and tranquility that could be captured by a camera.

“These are gorgeous, Andrew” I gawked, staring at the reflection of the boats in the water and how far the dock stretched into the distance, sunlight beaming down on the wood.

“Thanks. It’s one of my favorite places to photograph..”

Andrew paused for a moment and inhaled deeply.

“I was going to go tonight..do you happen to be free? I’m sorry to be abrupt but you have to go there and bring your camera. The best time to come is around when the sun goes down. I can take you if you want..” Andrew trailed off, his voice heightened with anticipation.

I grinned and nodded “I have no plans, that sounds awesome!”

“Awesome! Can I pick you up around 5?”

I nodded quickly and my heart started to flutter. “Sounds great!”

This couldn’t be a date..can it? He could just be being friendly..maybe that’s what guys in LA are like. We literally just met.

Here I go again with overthinking everything. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of this, but my brain can’t help it. I couldn’t tell Morgan, because that wouldn’t help me at all.

I took a deep breath. It’s just going out to photograph. With someone else. Who happens to be a boy. You do it all the time with your friends back home. And plus, isn’t this one of your favorite ways to relieve yourself of stress? So why are you stressing over it?

This was the inner monologue I was having with myself as Morgan and I left Shane’s, walking up the hill and getting to the car.

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As soon as I got home, I rushed to the bathroom to take a shower. Truthfully, I had no idea if this was a date or not, but I was sure acting like it was one. Plus, I’m not gonna lie, it’s fun to get just a little primped up once in a while.

I rummaged through my clothes and managed to find my light wash skinny jeans as well as a white t-shirt with red and yellow detailing. Perfect. I put on some light makeup and waved my hair.

I slipped by glasses back on before taking one last look in the mirror. I’m not really one to toot my own horn, but I felt pretty. I was by no means “dressed up”. This is just everyday attire, but it’s always a good feeling to go out in public feeling good about yourself..especially when your with a guy you may or may not have a slight interest in…huh?

I grabbed my camera and started to head out the door. Morgan was spread out on the couch.

“Hey, I’m gonna go get some fresh air and photograph for a few hours.” I half lied. I told her I was photographing but I forgot to mention Andrew. If she knew, she would go crazy, which would make me even more nervous.

“Okay. You wanna take the G?” She asked.

“Nah, I’ll über. Thanks though.” I wink, grabbing my keys from off the table. “Ill text ya!”

“Later!” I heard her voice call out as I close the front door behind me. Andrew picked me up right on time, having no trouble finding my place. I lived with Morgan after all so this must be familiar to him.

“Hey there” I greet, strapping on my seat belt.

“Hey. Did I rescue you from Morgan?” Andrew joked.

I laugh. “Eh she’s alright without me for a couple of hours”

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The car ride was about 15 minutes and was quite enjoyable. The scenery was beautiful while rolling past the beach which calmed my nerves greatly. Andrew and I talked about music genres and what made them so great. I quickly learned that he was a big fan of Drake and we bonded over his new album and our thoughts on it.

We soon arrived at this gorgeous dock. Seeing in in pictures was one thing, but seeing it in real life was a whole different story. I know, I know. It’s a dock, but it was the perfect place to watch the sunset. The sky was all different types of oranges and yellows and pinks, bouncing off of the reflection of the still water. The air was crisp and whistled in my ears as I watched the boats float across the horizon.

“It’s so calm here” I say softly and observingly, taking in my surroundings while strapping my camera around my neck. “Yeah” Andrew agrees while taking a few test shots. “LA can be really hectic. Especially when you’re running all over the place filming your friends acting crazy” he chuckles. “Its nice to come to places like these and recoup once in a while. That sounded cliche as hell, but you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, no definitely” I agree, focusing my lens. “I had no idea places like these even existed here!” I giggle.

“Tell me about it! They’re such hidden gems!” He smiled from ear to ear.

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Andrew and I had the best time with each other. He was such an easy person to talk to. These kinds of people were rare for me to come across. Maybe it was my anxiety that made it so difficult for me, but surprisingly not with Andrew. I always stress about the tiniest things while socializing: what to talk about, whether or not to crack a joke, what the next topic will be. Even talking to Morgan sometimes I get nervous that we won’t have enough to catch up on, and she knows me better than anyone else. Everything seemed to flow normally when talking with Andrew. We talked about college, photography, transitioning to LA, the youtube world..all of that. Our personalities were so similar and clicked almost immediately, and I could tell that this could eventually lead to a great relationship in the future and not really caring if it would end up romantic or not. I was just glad that I had someone that got me.

“So, I’ll see you on Tuesday?” He asked as we rolled up in front of Morgan and I’s.

“You betcha” I exhale with a nervous chuckle while undoing my seatbelt.

“You’ll be great. To be completely honest, I was nervous about being on camera at first too.” He admitted. “I didn’t know how to act in front of it and sometimes I still don’t”

We both laugh, both of our awkward personalities finding and relating to the other.

“Well you’re used to it by now, right?” I ask, getting out of the car.

“Exactly! And you will too eventually!”

We share another giggle.

“I’ll see ya around, Andrew.”

“Ditto, Olivia.” And suddenly, I was more excited than nervous for Tuesday.

#andrew siwicki #andrew siwicki x reader #shane dawson #shane and friends #shane dawson x ryland adams #shane x reader #shane x ryland #andrew siwicki x garrett watts #garrett watts

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hazyheel · 5 years

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NXT UK 3/6/19 Review

The night started with a recap of the Travis Banks and Jordan Devlin, but after that, we had the first match of the night: Ligero vs. Joseph Connors. Connors had a very clear strength advantage, while Ligero had an agility advantage. As the match dragged on, Connors became more and more desperate, going several pins at a time.The match also showcased Ligero’s resilience, as there was one spot where he refused to tap out to a shoulder stretch, despite the intimidating Connors yelling at him to give up. In the finish, Ligero was able to lock in a pinning combination for yet another win over Connors. After the match, Ligero offered his hand, but Connors refused it and walked to the back.

Grade: C+. Pretty good match, especially the technical stuff. It’s a good story too. But there were a lot of clumsy spots, and they didn’t have the greatest chemistry together. But this is definitely not the end of their feud, so I will look forward to when it continues. I think they can develop better chemistry as their feud continues.

Backstage, Tony Storm talks about her rivalry with Rhea Ripley, and how the UK women’s division is coming for her belt. In the background, Jinny was looking staring at Storm. We also had an ad for the tag team of WIld Boar and Primate. Then we had Gallus backstage, talking about their lack of respect from the NXT Universe, and they called out both Pete Dunne and WALTER. Then an interview with WALTER about Gallus’ words, and WALTER just didn’t care.

Next up was a tag match, pitting Sam Stoker and Lewis Howley (the commentators called them Pretty Deadly”) against Fabian Aichner and Marc.el Barthel. Aichner made quick work of putting his opponent on the ground, and it was around this time that I realized that Aichner and Barthel were fighting jobbers. I apologize for my lack of knowledge of the British wrestling. The jobbers got in a good amount of offense on Barthel, but he was able to quickly fight back and utterly destroy both of them. The heel tag team absolutely brutalized their opponents, and they won with a lawndart into a powerslam, followed by a European Uppercut/ powerbomb combo for the win.

Grade: C+. I am not normally a fan of squash matches, but this was entertaining. I like Aichner and Barthel, they are perfectly detestable. and cool. Good stuff

And then we had the debut of Nina Samuels against Charlie Morgan. I am pretty sure Morgan is a jobber, but she is apparently queer, so thats cool that commentary just sort of acknowledged that. Samuels showcased some cool technical wrestling. It didn’t take long for Samuels to devolve into heelish antics, and it even got to the point where she was yelling while locking in submissions. Morgan also looked decently impressive, so good stuff to her. I hope her indie career takes off. Samuels was able to take the victory with a Yoshigaroshi. I have no clue how to spell that. It was a neckbreaker on the knee.

Grade: D+. Odd for a debut match, but it didn’t seem like they played too much to Samuels strengths in this match. She was dominant, but they didn’t spend much time in technical style holds. I guess that may not have made for an exciting match, but whatever. I wasn’t super impressed, although I do see potential in Samuels

We had a prerecord of Pete Dunne talking about his upcoming match against Gallus. He simply said that whether he and WALTER can get along, next time he fights Gallus will be the last time. Also, Jeff Jarrett was in the crowd, so that was cool.

In the main event, we had Jordan Devlin vs. Travis Banks in a falls count anywhere match, and it started very intense as Banks attacked Devlin on the ramp. The match quickly spilled into the crowd, and there was a cool spot where Banks hit a frog splash off a railing in the crowd. There was also quite a terrifying spot where Banks went for a suicide dive and Devlin countered with a chair shot. it was well protected, but still. And then the crowd just started chanting that Devlin’s head was too big for him, so I enjoyed that. I also liked it when Devlin just randomly shit on Ricochet. They are on different continents! Anyway, back into actual wrestling, there was a ref bump, right before an awesome sequence where Banks flipped Devlin up onto his feet, drilled him with a knee to the face, and then hit the Kiwi crusher, but there was no ref. While Banks tried to yell at him to get up, Devlin nailed him with a headbutt (drawing “classic headbutt” chants from the crowd. I love them) and then a moonsault, but only got a near fall. At one point, Devlin hit a superplex, and looked like he was going to go right into a falcon’s arrow or something, but then Banks reversed it into a Kiwi Crusher for another near fall. The two men squared up in a striking contest in the middle of the ring, one that Devlin came out on tp of. Devlin then ran into the ropes, but Banks hit the Slice of Heaven kick, only for Devlin to roll out of reach. As the match drew to a close, Banks began to stomp on Devlin’s knee, a revenge ploy for when Devlin did the same to him a few months ago. He even hit a double stomp to the knee, and locked in an ankle lock (not quite the same body part, but Ill let it slide) only for Devlin to slip out. In the finish, Banks was going to put Devlin through a table with the Kiwi Crusher, but Devlin reversed it into a spanish fly for the win.

Grade B. Very fun match. Great use of the Falls Count Anywhere stipulation. These guys have very good chemistry together, and it’d be tough for them to have a bad match. The spots were very cool, but my criticism of this match simply lies in the fact that these guys probably could’ve done better without it. It made sense for the feud, and I did enjoy it, but if they had this much time just in a normal singles match, they would’ve done better. Still, they pulled off the match of the night in the main event.

Overall Grade: C+

Pros: Aichner and Barthel winning, Falls count anywhere

Cons: opener was a bit sloppy, samuels’ underwhelming debut

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heartxshaped-bruises · 5 years

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about the muse.

TAGGED BY: @vitrexanima ( thank you, this was very nice <3 ) TAGGING: @exs-et-ohs @formuseskies @inechoingsilence @brokenblondeprincess @ask-thedepressedkidatthetable @okayyeahsurewhynotcool @snowinabottle @witchyrebel @the-last-of-the-hellhounds

Davey Detten

— BASICS.

▸ IS YOUR MUSE TALL / SHORT / AVERAGE? He’s average. Taller than some but still not as tall as others.

▸ ARE THEY OKAY WITH THEIR HEIGHT ? Yes. He’s not bothered and actually doesn’t think much about it. The only times when he hates it is when his older brother Kurt is pulling him aside to give him a talk when he messed something up. He’s not trying to intimidate him but he clearly uses his height advantage to display authority, and that’s what Davey has a problem with. Kurt always manages to make him feel small in many ways.

▸ WHAT’S THEIR HAIR LIKE? It’s thick and curly, a little dry because he has no idea about grooming products. Depending on the light it varies from a sandy brown to a darker shade and when grown out, it turns very shaggy.

▸ DO THEY SPEND A LOT OF TIME ON THEIR HAIR / GROOMING?

As mentioned above - no. He uses whatever shampoo his mom buys him and does have zero knowledge about grooming. He tends to wash his hair to often because of the fire smoke and it’s showing; his hair becomes lighter and drier and could use a good conditioner and such. He also doesn’t cut his hair too often and if he does, he’s going to see the neighbour’s lady who does it for free.

▸ DOES YOUR MUSE CARE ABOUT THEIR APPEARANCE / WHAT OTHERS THINK ?

Not unless someone refers something directly to his appearance. There are idiots at his school who would sometimes tease him about being lanky and the bandshirts he likes to wear. A lot of people compare him to his brother who’s refered to be ‘the handsome one of both’, and it unsettles him. When he used to ask someone out or encountered new people they immediatly acknowledged him as ‘Kurt’s brother’, immediatly followed by ‘Your brother is cute’. That’s scratching on his ego.

— PREFERENCES.

▸ INDOORS OR OUTDOORS? Outdoors. He doesn’t like to be at home in his room, walls make him feel like he’s suffocating. He spends a lot time outside and downtown to do different things. A lot of times he of course ends up kindling when nobody’s watching.

▸ RAIN OR SUNSHINE? He doesn’t have a preference. He’s a october child, so he loves fall that offers both. He’s outside anyways.

▸ FOREST OR BEACH? Forest. The surroundings are very claming and interesting to explore. Besides, his peers hardly come here so they leave him alone. He’s still a kid who likes to play outside, that never changed.

▸ PRECIOUS METALS OR GEMS? Precious Metals.

▸ FLOWERS OR PERFUMES? Flowers. He doesn’t know how to feel about perfumes.

▸ PERSONALITY OR APPEARANCE? Personality. Davey would never deny that someone’s attractive, so on that level he cares more about personality. Though when he doesn’t know someone he would definitely make fun of someone’s appearance, but not to hurt them, just to crack a joke.

▸ BEING ALONE OR BEING IN A CROWD? I’m not sure. He’s spends a lot of time to himself but I don’t know of he prefers it over being in a crowd. He likes people and wants to surround himself more with them.

▸ ORDER OR ANARCHY? Anarchy.

▸ PAINFUL TRUTHS OR WHITE LIES? White lies.

▸ SCIENCE OR MAGIC? Magic.

▸ PEACE OR CONFLICT? Peace. Any kind of conflict stresses him and puts Davey into a very dark mental space. Those episodes aren’t healthy and show more frequently kindling of the rather reckless kind.

▸ NIGHT OR DAY? Night. He likes the way flames look in the dark. It makes him feel happy, safe.

▸ DUSK OR DAWN?

Dusk. He thinks the most beautiful light is then.

▸ WARMTH OR COLD ?

Cold - he isn’t a fan of summer and also hates overheated rooms.

▸ MANY ACQUAINTANCES OR A FEW CLOSE FRIENDS? He’s torn here. While he’d really like close friends he’s sure about any acquaintances he can keep around.

▸ READING OR PLAYING A GAME? Playing a game. He doesn’t have the patience to read unless it’s a book a movie or a game is based on.

— QUESTIONNAIRE.

▸ WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR MUSE’S BAD HABITS?

He’s antsy and always seems to move, even if it’s small.

He can be pushy in the sense of forcing himself onto people who offered him their little finger, now he wants to take the whole hand. He doesn’t have a lot of social competence when it comes to build friendships - he’d consider you a friend if you sat next to him during a bus ride.

He’s super forgetful. While his parents are unfair at times, he’s also not very good at improving the situation because he doesn’t put as much effort in it as he should. He can be very self-centered.

▸ HAS YOUR MUSE LOST ANYONE CLOSE TO THEM? HOW HAS IT AFFECTED THEM?

Well, you could say that he lost his family after he burnt the house down. After he died he returned one year later, only to learn that his family moved away and left him on the town’s cemetery. He felt sorry for what he did but he wouldn’t have expected that they’d leave everything connected to him behind, including his remains. He felt utterly lost and didn’t know what to do because he was never on his own before. He’d hide in the ruins of the house, tried to find out where they were ow to make them come back. He even made phone calls but the cut seemed to big and it took him a long time to get over it. He doesn’t like to talk about his family or only think of them; he doesn’t want to address it in any way because it hurts that even in death, they didn’t care enough.

▸ WHAT ARE SOME FOND MEMORIES YOUR MUSE HAS?

He used to hang out a lot with the band of his High School. He was a part of it, evn if only the surrogate drummer if the other ddn’t make it. The afternoons with them at the rehearsals were very remarkable for him a someone who got a hard time making friends, This one was the only group of people who seriously considered him as a part of them, even if they weren’t close. They thought he was a nice guy - odd, but adorable.

▸ IS IT EASY FOR YOUR MUSE TO KILL?

No. Even when he set the family home on fire Davey didn’t intend to kill anyone, not even himself. He didn’t think that far. Nonetheless, he would never intentionally hurt someone out of ill will, no human and no animal, so killing is off the list.

▸ WHAT’S IT LIKE WHEN YOUR MUSE BREAKS DOWN?

He usually curling up, leaning against a wall with his head on his legs, hands in his hair. It gets hard to inhale, so you’d only hear noisy breaths. There are tears bruning in his eyes but he hardly cries - if he does, it’s the exact opposite and very silent. But normally, he curls up into a ball with a wall in his back to support him; the wall soothes him just as small rooms - that’s why he sometimes hides under his desk.

▸ IS YOUR MUSE CAPABLE OF TRUSTING SOMEONE WITH THEIR LIFE?

Yes. He’s way too trusting and really shouldn’t do that.

▸ WHAT’S YOUR MUSE LIKE WHEN THEY’RE IN LOVE?

He’s more attentive than usual and would do anything to be around the other, seemingly by coincidence, but it’s really not like that. Davey’s very affectional with most people but when he’s in love, he’d make you little presents and the sereotypical seeking for physical contact. Even if he comes off a little awkward. In the worst case he can seem pushy.

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im only posting this bc i desperately need to exorcise this thought somewhere bc it wont fucking leave me alone

those of you who know me personally or follow my instagram know about this but for those of you who dont: in a horrible turn of events, our plan to put down our geriatric yellow labrador retriever dixie was unfortunately and unexpectedly doubled today to having to put down our 3 year old engam bulldog, bean, as well

when we got him in mid december, 2015 he was barely out of puppyhood, we found him wandering around near the highway at our local gas station with a collar and no tag, trying to jump into two out-of-towner girls’ car. my stepdad intervened bc they couldnt take bean with them obviously, and brought him home instead.

we put up lost dog flyers everywhere all over our very small city, in an attempt to maybe see if someone would indeed come forward for their dog. we knew he wasnt just a stray because of his collar.

almost right off the bat, we were told by a woman who worked at the gas station that there was a man who lived in the trailer park just across the road, located behind the pancake diner. you can see it from the gas station parking lot. she told us that he had a lot of dogs that he typically kept chained up outside in poor conditions, and beat them regularly. to us? it seemed totally reasonable that that must’ve been where bean came from, given the fact he was a dog and we found him literally less than 50 feet away from where this fucking man lived.

no one came forward to claim bean. we kept those flyers up for months, we only put them up to begin with knowing he may have been thrown out by (or escaped from) this disgusting man just because there was the possibility that it wasn’t his dog, but someone else’s. as well as the potential for legal intervention if this fabled abuser found out we had technically stolen his dog (and full disclosure, fuck him for what he does, i hope all his dogs get stolen like they need to be, i myself was not fond of the idea of just giving the dog back to this creep if he was indeed the owner but i was only 16 at the time so there wasnt much i could do)

with no one claiming bean, after those months passed, we decided that he was ours now. flyers were taken down, we gave him his collar and nametag, to be real he’d already been named by us in the first few days we had him. he was going to be ours no matter what; my mother always told me its a rule that if you name a stray, and do it quick before anyone can object to keeping it, it’s yours now. that’s your pet, with it’s new name.

so we carried on with our lives, now having not just one dog, but two. it was a bit iffy with my stepfather keeping bean since we didnt technically need to manage two dogs at the time, but we still did it anyways because we loved him, the little bean man.

but here’s where my problem lies and this is why im writing this now: as time went on and we continued to have bean as our pet, some stuff about the original suggestion that he belonged to an abusive older man who lived in close proximity to where we found bean wasnt adding up

due to dixie’s failing body, she would sometimes lose control of her bowels inside the house, which was becoming unacceptable when she stayed in overnight. so, she stayed outside. she and bean bonded, so they stayed outside together too. (and for clarity here, i know what some of you might want to say, but we knew very early on that bulldogs do not do well with heat or isolation. we also know that dixie probably shouldve been put down years ago, but here’s the trouble: my stepfather would not let us euthanize her. she is his dog technically, and the thought hurt him so much that he would not agree to it for YEARS. dixie and bean were too attached to separate them for long periods of time like they would be if we kept bean inside mostly and her outside mostly; that would’ve been cruel in its own special way. we put pools out for bean and visited with both dogs for as much as we could outside, bathed them, put fans out for them in the summer. our only option to give bean the main love and care he needed was, and of course we had other reasons to do this, to put dixie down, which was where we thought we were finally going to be by tomorrow, but thats not what happened, as you can tell)

as to be expected, bean sometimes found his way inside, mostly by applying his american bulldog traits to memorizing when unfamiliar guests would come over and bolt in the house. he did this enough times and very recently we were letting him stay inside instead of taking him back out, and all of these experiences combined, we noticed something: bean was housebroken. he was out of practice with it, and did not know very well how to communicate that he needed to go outside to use the bathroom, but he did know what to do. he would run to the door if he had to go, not always making it, but still, he was housebroken. he only marked furniture once while inside, in his entire lifespan thus far. that was a red flag to us, but especially my mother, who realized this skill of beans directly contradicted the statement that he was probably kept outside, chained up, starved, and beaten by the trailer park guy. not to mention, bean came to us in nearly perfect condition to begin with, just skinny. no patches of fur gone, he was the opposite of skittish and aggressive, no bruises, nothing. just a loving, bouncy, stupid bulldog mix

this, im not sure if im correct about this, but it stands out enough to me that i feel its worth mentioning: bean is not a mutt of any kind, and his breed contradicts those types of breeds most people who abuse animals come to own; usually large breeds, breeds inaccurately known for aggression, and breeds used by abusers to make aggressive bc they know the fighting power of these dogs (pitbulls, american bulldogs, etc). bean is an engam bulldog (english/american mix), which is a very obscure mixed breed dog to begin with and especially obscure where i live, and as we all know english bulldogs are short, stout, fat little things that can basically do no harm whatsoever. they also have a history of inbreeding to look how they do. i know this man may have just seen ‘bulldog’ and snagged him thinking he’d be aggressive, but that does not sit right with me for two other reasons: bean’s conformation (body structure) and coloration. there is nothing about bean that suggests he was bred to be used for fighting, or that he’s a true mutt, or anything of the sort. his body type literally resembles that of show dogs, and his fur coloration is highly unusual because he’s blue. obviously not literally blue but the type of blue-grey you can find in animals, typically seen in cats. bean’s coloration is almost NEVER found in ANY breed of bulldog, it is INCREDIBLY rare that he looks like this. his condition in which we found him, his housebrokenness, his color and his body formation lead, in me and my family’s opinion, to an alternative opinion: he belonged to someone that got him because they wanted a dog as a pet, not to beat, and they either bred him themselves or bought him (probably from a pet store or breeder) for his color and conformation.

but why would they dump a dog this valuable? my mom said this to me earlier, sobbing after she returned from the vet today, and this is my whole reason for writing this insane fucking novel of a post: whoever dumped bean threw out a sick puppy, and on purpose.

bean hasnt been injured or contracted an unvaccinated illness or anything like that. he had been experiencing extreme stomach distension for the past month, whereas he was losing weight everywhere else on his body. he had also been vomiting. but he wasnt depressed, or lethargic. maybe his personality was a little off but not so much it was horribly noticeable, and at that, he was still eating regularly everyday. we came to the conclusion he had parasites, though ive always been terrified something more serious was going on (i dont get listened to though).

as it turns out, i was right. mom took him in today, the day before dixie was set to be put down, for his deworming pills. what she got instead was a diagnosis of possible lung cancer. his blood work was normal, which is unusual in animals with cancer, but he still had nodules on his lungs that highly resembled cancer. his heart was also severely enlarged due to heartworms, and his stomach was so distended because it was full of fluid and blood. they did send his blood off for labs, but even if his lungs were fine, he was going to die anyway (they got a second opinion from another practice and they also agree it was probably cancerous). he has a 15% survival rate for only the very first heartworm treatment, which will cost $500. nothing lives very long with an enlarged heart to begin with. we don’t have that money, and for a treatment that will definitely kill him? i dont even know why he has so much blood and fluid in his digestive tract. bean, a dog who is only 3 or 4 years old, has an enlarged heart, lung tumors and fluid/blood all in his abdomen. the vet was apparently stunned that a dog this young could have this many potentially (and one definitely) fatal health problem(s).

i now fully believe that whoever owned him before knew he had all these issues, or that he was going to develop them. i think it makes sense. i also think they’re cheap, cruel fucks who didnt want to shell out that much money to take care of him, or pay to take him to a shelter/sanctuary, and so what did they do? they did what many people these days very regularly do when their new pet has become undesirable: they fucking dumped him on the side of the road and booked it. took his nametag off and everything, to make him look like a stray. they left him for some well meaning, animal loving family like mine to find him, not know anything about these preexisting health issues, and assume he’s healthy enough; maybe just needs a few more vaccinations and a worm and flea treatment. he showed no signs of lung cancer or heart problems in all his life up until this past month, and he’s still so young. i will even go as far as to say that he himself may be severely inbred, which could be the cause of these health issues. given his specific posture and color, and that he’s a bulldog, it’d make sense. it seems like he came from some kind of breeder to begin with anyway.

so now that ive said that and got it all out of the way, i want to leave an open letter to the hypothetical cunt that did this to us and bean:

i hope god fucking strikes you down where you stand. i hope every single day of your miserable fucking life, you think about where he ended up, if he’s still alive, if anyone found him, if he ever got hit by a car or died alone of cancer and heart failure in a field somewhere. i hope you feel guilt for leaving him knowing he’d develop cancer and that he had heart worms, and knowing you did it BECAUSE of that. i hope you never fucking forget about the fact that you threw an INNOCENT LITTLE PUPPY out on the highway because you just didnt want to have anything to do with his illnesses, and i hope one day you find out what you did to us and this innocent little boy. he’s such a good fucking dog, he is so patient, kind, loving and gentle, and when he has bursts of energy to play he fucking goes, and now he has to die barely halfway through his lifespan because of your fucking negligence. he is laying outside on the porch right now, uncomfortable with fluids and blood backing up his intestines, coughing and huffing just to try and breathe. at the very least, if he were taken to the right shelter, he couldve been fucking cared for and given treatments to extend his life as much as possible, or at least given hospice care for however long he could live, which has now been shortened to 3 or 4 years. if you yourself knew this dog was inbred or you inbred him yourself, fuck you. i hope you get run over by a fucking truck. this breed can live from 12-16 years, that’s a LONG time for a dog like him, and you had to fucking ruin it all because of your own fucking preferences; you wanted the perfect dog. and you could’ve had him if you’d grown a fucking heart and actually gave a shit about animals beyond how they look aesthetically; as well, if you fucking actually gave a shit about your animals HEALTH and wanted to maintain it instead of apparently assuming he’d just be fine and healthy with all his vaccinations and that’d be the end of it. you do not deserve to own an animal if you dont even want to acknowledge it will sometimes need medical care, how fucking heartless are you? we never had enough money to take care of dixie’s failing health, and we always knew it’d be better to put her down, but my stepdad kept refusing. you had enough money to fucking breed or buy a blue show-quality engam bulldog and you still wouldnt fucking care for him after you found out what problems he had. fuck you. eat shit and die. i hope you never find peace from the guilt of knowing you fucking killed what became our dog because you’re selfish. my mother is physically sick with grief. i am physically sick with grief. i feel so bad that it’s as if i have the fucking flu. i was trying to talk with my mother about this situation earlier and i had to rush to leave because i felt like i was about to throw up if i didnt. everyone in this house has cried so much today it’s disgusting.

the only thing good about this is that bean came along for dixie when she needed him most, and became her helper and provider, giving her company and being a literal post to lean on for when she couldnt see where she was going. they’re going over the rainbow bridge tomorrow morning together, and in a way, this is probably the best outcome. at least bean wont have to grieve. dixie can see her old companion again (who died from a ruptured tumor in 2014) and bean can meet him, and they can all play and be together in that field in the sky.

my family will never have another dog again because of this pain this has caused us.

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10 Favorite Game/Anime/Movie Characters

Tagged by: @a-super-evil-cat-who-murders (thanks!!! It was fun!)

The Rules: Name your top 10 favorite characters from 10 different fandoms, then tag 10 different people.

Well I’ve already done a tag for FEMALE CHARACTERS so I’ll leave this in case you wanna check it. For not repeating myself, I’ll do this time just male characters.

I’ll tag: @luluvonv @luthienamell @adayka @hydraballista @anyathebloodshell @anentireamazon @jar-cup @kim-v-croft @autumn-star93 @lady-trent

Of course don’t feel obliged to do this. And yes my characters come in not a particular order!

1. Haplo the Patryn - The Death Gate Cycle (book series)

Posting an amazing fanart by Melusaaste because there’s not an official art that shows him so close-up, and honestly, this is the most accurate depiction of him I’ve ever seen.

Haplo is the anti-hero and main character of The Death Gate Cycle series written by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman. Personal childhood hero (despite being an antihero himself), husbando and whatnot, until today he’s one of my fav characters ever, because through him I learnt the most perfect character development, from a cruel, merciless and amoral villain, to... well, not a hero if you think so, but to redeemed human being.

“A 'why' is a dangerous thing... It challenges old, comfortable ways, forces people to think about that they do instead of just mindlessly doing it.” - Haplo in Dragon Wing, the first volume of the series.

2. Johan Liebheart - Monster

You don’t know what’s a villain until you meet this bastard. I am not an otaku or very enthusiastic of anime series, but Monster by Naoki Urasawa are probably the best manga/anime series ever written. And his villain, Johan Liberheart, one of the most twisted fucks ever written by an author.

Tortured, mentally ill, twisted, cruel, amoral, there’s no way to explain Johan. He experiences no character development and he has not a single redeeming quality, yet you just can’t let him go. An unforgettable character, not recommended for the weak and vulnerable.

There's nothing special about being born. Not a thing. Most of the universe is just death, nothing more. In this universe of ours, the birth of a new life on some corner of our planet is nothing but a tiny, insignificant flash. Death is a normal thing. So why live?

3. Geralt of Rivia - The Witcher (book/videogame series)

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I’m so sorry I met this amazing character through The Witcher videogame series, because he existed already in the book series of the same name written by Andrzej Sapkowski, and I really feel like posting this video because it perfectly sums up the spirit of the character.

Geralt is a witcher, a mutant specialist in killing demons and monsters for coin. He’s shaped like an anti-hero and despised by his society because of his nature and his mercenary job, but despite having everything for being just a rogue scoundrel, he manages to become a very rich character. Full of redeeming qualities despite his grey morals, Geralt struggles in a cruel Middle-Ages world to keep something human for himself, when everyone surrounding him tries to turn him in the heartless freak he was trained to be.

“People," Geralt turned his head, "like to invent monsters and monstrosities. Then they seem less monstrous themselves. When they get blind-drunk, cheat, steal, beat their wives, starve an old woman, when they kill a trapped fox with an axe or riddle the last existing unicorn with arrows, they like to think that the Bane entering cottages at daybreak is more monstrous than they are. They feel better then. They find it easier to live.” ― Andrzej Sapkowski, The Last Wish

4. Raistlin Majere - The Dragonlace (book series)

Again, I’ve to go back to a character created by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman (man, this people CAN write characters I tell you), this time for the Dragonlance series. These books are less original and brilliant than The Death Gate Cycle, but more popular and beloved because they are easier to read. And Raistlin Majere is probably the best character written for these series, being saved among them because of being, probably, the less cliché and the more complex of them all.

And again, anti-hero at times, redeemed hero at other times, tortured, twisted, cynic and cruel, but also able to show kindness and a human heart at times. Raistlin was born weak and sick and sacrificed everything (including his own health) for one sake: magic. And power. His only life desire is what will lead him to his own destruction.

"Of course this means a lot to me, Caramon. It means everything! I have worked and studied almost my entire life for this chance. What would you have me do - cast it aside because it is dangerous? Life is dangerous, Caramon. Just stepping out that door is dangerous! You cannot hide me from danger. Death floats in the air, creeps through the window, comes in with the hand-shake of a stranger. If we stop living because we fear death we have already died."

5. Tyrion Lannister (A Song of Ice and Ice/Game of Thrones series)

This little amazing piece of awesomeness needs no presentation. I am again sorry I met through the Game Of Thrones TV series and not A Song Of Ice And Fire books, but it was totally worth it because it’s one of the most well-written characters I’ve had the pleasure to meet, and I must say Peter Dinklage was born to play him.

What can I say? Tyrion is one of those characters who are worth living. A dwarf, deformed, ugly, with no physical or war skills, relying only in his extreme intelligence and wisdom and his political talent to survive, he’s one of the most strong inspirations one can find. Definitely go check him.

6. Kurtis Trent (Tomb Raider: The Angel of Darkness videogame)

I included Lara Croft in my female characters list, it would be absolutely unfair to forget Kurtis as he’s the other character that got my heart in TR series. Not gonna rant long about him here, because you already know my opinion. He was amazing. He deserved better. Ex-legionnaire, demon hunter and Lux Veritatis warrior, I’ve devoted all my fanfics to develop him as there was no chance for Core Design to do it so.

Fitting more in the role of a hero, I think he was also the perfect partner for Lara. His background is very well written and he had a lot of potential. The fact I will never see it doesn’t change anything. He deserves his place here.

"And I thought this would be one of my easy days." - Kurtis, The Sanitarium.

7. L Lawliet - Death Note (manga/anime series)

Again, I reinforce the statement that I’m not a fan of manga/anime series, but definitely Death Note is, together with Monster, one of those you should watch. And yes for everyone who loves Death Note, I’m a L fan. You always choose between L or Kira sides, and despite I’ve to recognize that Kira is a very complex, well written character, it’s L who gets my heart.

Supertalented, amoral, brilliant, extremely unpredictable and surprising, L is the first one of the agents that will try to catch Kira, the murderer who uses a Death Note to implant his particular justice world. L deserves your attention more than Kira, I presume. Or at least, it’s what I think.

“There are... many types of monsters in this world: Monsters who will not show themselves and who cause trouble; monsters who abduct children; monsters who devour dreams; monsters who suck blood, and... monsters who always tell lies. Lying monsters are a real nuisance. They are much more cunning than other monsters. They pose as humans even though they have no understanding of the human heart. They eat even though they've never experienced hunger. They study even though they have no interest in academics. They seek friendship even though they do not know how to love. If I were to encounter such a monster, I would likely be eaten by it. Because in truth, I am that monster.”

8. V - V for Vendetta (graphic novel/movie)

I know, easy to love him, right? Again I’m sad that I met this character through the movie and not the original graphic novel, though you can’t say a thing against Hugo Weaving’s magnificent delivery. I wish I could get my hands on the graphic novel, so I can know him better.

Anarchist, terrorist, idealist, V is the incarnation of the protest against dictatorship and opression in a dystopian England that has supressed all the rights and human freedom. If you don’tknow him, I strongly recommend at least the movie, for the inspiration this character delivers goes beyond that the mask that has trascended the movie itself to become a symbol of citizen fight.

9. Roger - American Dad (TV series)

Well technically he’s not a he, he’s rather an it, but whatever. Also he’s it’s a different trend in this post since I love him particularly because he’s funny and incarnates all the non-political correct you can expect from someone.

He also gives me, kinda, TR vibes. Roger is an alien who landed in Earth during Cold War and was rescued and sheltered at his home by Stan, a CIA agent who’s the main character of the series. Honestly I think Roger is the best of American Dad - a TV show which basically and mercilessly mocks every American value - because despite being an alien is absolutely, indecently human. I prefer him and this show much more than the overrated Family Guy.

10. Dwight Schrute - The Office (TV series)

Last but not the least, the efficient, clever and adorable bastard hillbilly from The Office. I loved him from the very first moment he appeared. Yeah I know many people hate him or prefer the goofy boss of the handsome Jim but Dwight is really my spirit animal and speaks to me in so many levels. No more comment needed. He’s the best of the show to me.

Well this took forever, right? Sorry for the length of this post but now I’m free I wanted to give it some thought. I see again that I’ve a soft spot for grey morals, redeeming qualities, bad boys and complex characters. This is how it goes! ;)

#lol i'm so sorry this took ages to go #i went too deep insight i'm afraid #also now i did this i regret not having done the same with the female characters #but it was too busy back then to do this #thanks for tagging me #top 10 favourite male characters #tag #challenge #not tr related #personal #positively amazonian

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Motherworld (Ch.3/?)

Title: Motherworld

Author: strane-stelle

Fandom: Final Fantasy X

Central characters: Tidus

Rating: 12+

Chapters: 3/? Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 4

Word count: 2809

Summary: “The fayth said it’s pointless to keep dreaming. The dream will disappear, he said. What did he mean?” After a long journey, Tidus finally gets to go home.

Warnings: Ton of OCs; idk, drug references??

Other comments: credit goes to @shuyiin for the idea.(or virtually the star player himself @leviathkand)

Chapter 3 – Go with the Flow

"Someone order a wacko? With a side of 'runs in the family'?"

To be sure, it was a clichéd line, but it certainly got the attention of all seven Abes, as Tidus joined them a couple of minutes late in the changing room. Not that he wouldn't have turned heads in any case – he would, everywhere he went – but he'd fallen right back into his old bad habit of listening in.

Nella shot up from the bench at once, beaming; to throw her arms around him. Tidus fell back about two steps – she was a head taller, and made of hard tricep and nothing else. There was a great sincerity about the gesture, hefty as it was – she was one of the two who had not uttered one bad word about their now scandal-ridden teammate. At worst, she had seemed worried.

"Welcome back!"

Feeling ever so slightly patronized, and not for the first time today, Tidus quickly broke away and responded with a simple thanks. Granted, he knew that the extremely kind and extremely talented midfielder had meant no disrespect. Nella gave a wide smile – with something resembling relief or anticipation; perhaps both. She had changed her hairstyle, from shoulder-reaching dark curls to clipped darker curls with red streaks.

"Look, we're sorry," a less keen voice breathed over Nella's vast shoulder, irritated. The voice belonged to Edge – also the owner of a well-suited name. Everything about the man was pointed and pallid: eyes, hair, face, personality. The eldest on the team, at 36; he was hardly any sage or father figure, more like a drunk grandpa – disapproving of anything and everything, and starting petty disputes over anything and everything – sometimes, it seemed, his own opinion. In the pool, inexplicably, he'd then transform into a fantastic team player. "What'd you want us to say? What do you think everyone else is saying?"

Tidus didn't have to think, nor did anyone in the room. Teri shifted awkwardly in the corner, moving a strand of her inky short hair; with others mirroring her movements – there was never any telling whether their capable if rather reticent captain was about to say something. But this time Edge beat her to it, adding with a more placid tone, "Well, it's good to see you alive."

Everyone gave approving nods, and resumed practice preparations in a collective synchronized motion, encouraging Tidus to claim his usual spot on the bench as well. Although, after receiving a couple more welcome-backs and a domino effect of apologies, he'd barely gotten around to pulling the zipper on his bag, when he felt obliged to stand up again and spare a few more words. And again the room went frozen and silent.

Tidus rubbed his temples. "Hey, guys... I know it's a lot to ask, but can we not do this whole 'awkward' thing? You know I liked it a lot better when I was just the... y'know, talentless new kid who made the team 'cuz of his dad and nothing else..."

"That was almost two years ago," Nella reminded him, suddenly defensive. "You've more than proven yourself since and you know th--"

"Yeah, I know that," Tidus agreed. "And that was the fun part, proving myself to you guys! Because I knew I could! Just give me another chance, okay? Or even better... let's just focus on practice and not me, okay? Those Duggles are going down," he slammed a fist into his palm, with half-earnest enthusiasm, "right?"

There was a string of half-hearted nods, and a couple of excited ones. That was good enough for Tidus.

Lately, Tidus had began to compartmentalize. Sure, he had witnessed an eerie sight on his very doorstep less than a week ago – heard it talk, even – and if nothing else; for Tidus himself, it had served as a final confirmation; vanquisher of all remaining doubt: Spira was real. He had not hallucinated anything, nor indulged an escapist fantasy or started to believe his own lies – it was all real. And sure, he still missed that place – terribly – this was about as far as he could look back, before it simply became too much. And sure, his life here remained unchanged; messy and vaguely melancholic; with new rumors sprouting up at every turn like Sinspawn; his recently expanded PR team refusing some 90 interviews per day; his plentiful caretakers studying his very breathing for signs – any signs. Even all positive remainders of his old life would appear exactly that: old. Worn-down. Ill-fitting.

But what was he to do? Since the fleeting encounter with the fiend from the other side, he'd not had the pleasure of beholding any additional otherwordly visions, nor had he heard voices or run into any mystical hooded children telling him not to cry (and boy, did he at times want to). So what if a dying demonic animal had transcended time and space just to tell him hi, how did that help him in any way? He'd certainly not been able to help the poor soul. If he didn't know how to reverse the stunt, what was the point of chewing it over?

And just the day before, in a passing moment of clarity, Tidus had finally found a solution. He had finally resolved in his heart to do what he should have done from day one. What Leo referred to as damage control, he would dub making the best of here and now. He would once again let go, surrender to the flow; tag along on a journey he'd never planned to take. He would moderate his responses to Dr. Cidron's questions; eventually phase them into retraction and denial. He would nod along as needed. He would heed Leo's every command. He would play with the Abes again. He would live a life; he would be his old self again.

In the depths of his soul, he would know the truth; in his heart; he would always treasure Yuna. But for now, to save his skin – he'd wear his old one. He didn't have a choice; it was the only thing he could do – he'd give in, he'd accept, he'd believe. He'd allow it to be true.

This was his new reality, and he was stuck in it for good.

The post-storm reconstruction had recently extended over to the pool area as well. The Abes' temporary practice field turned out to be a quite a far cry from what they were used to: a far smaller and simpler watery orb – a puddle almost – filled with; seemingly; lower-quality liquids. The proportions, the layout, Tidus observed; trying hard not to get snobby at a time like this; were all almost beginner-level. Not a lot of room for improvement, he couldn't help but indulge a smidge of that snobbiness, quite literally! Oh well, he then figured, wasn't going back to the basics his plan in any case?

They'd been marching to the pool entrance in a near-perfect line; the air still a bit strained for casual chat, when Frion suddenly broke the formation and ran to Tidus's side. Tidus turned his head in anticipation, and the white-haired youth hesitated a moment before whispering, just as they reached the gateway, "You cleared all the... tests, right?"

There was one thing that Tidus was determined never to 'confess'; not even to steer suspicions; or to give an easy excuse, and it was forbidden substances. He'd done well with Sin's toxin back on Besaid – and here it was again on everyone's lips, whether he liked it or not – but these were totally taboo; his no-good drunkard dad would've disapproved. Well before his own breakthrough; as Tidus vaguely recalled; there had been one case with a particularly nasty sort; one that would simultaneously enchance performance and cause hallucinations. In the end, the offender; a slightly older player if his memory served; had barely lived, and happily admitted to having made a terrible mistake. The incident had since been swept under the rug – mercifully – as a dirty black spot in the oft-glamorized blitz history. But for every blitz fan and every sports magazine that tried their best to forget, there was also one of each that remembered – and that wanted to know the truth about the more recent events; the truth about 'the toxin'.

"You think I'd be here if I didn't?"

Leo, Bern, Dr. Cidron and even Evy were all watching from the stands; Leo looking as though he wanted to produce a forbidden substance from his person right away; Bern buried in a book, sparing a listless glance now and then; Dr. Cidron trying to decide whether to cheer or worry or both; and Evy most definitely settled on cheering – she was as big a fan as ever.

Shortly before Tidus's disappearance, the blitzball powers-that-be had approved for test runs a new type of game-supplementary machina: a set of minuscule earphones and mouthpieces that allowed the players to communicate during the game. As it turned out, the technology had been freshly confirmed as official equipment to be used at the coming Jecht Legacy Cup (a Jecht Memorial Cup relaunch). Tidus had actually conducted one of the test runs himself – a mere week pre-Spira – naturally; as not too long ago he'd been the go-to poster boy of the new blitz generation. On that account, figuring out how the device worked was not the problem – and there wasn't really a problem – only a momentary feeling of mixed nostalgia and detachment as Teri very deliberately handed the headset to Tidus at the pool entrance. He really was back.

Technically, Teri was only the team captain, not the coach – but she effectively did double duty just as Wakka had, as their actual coach was far more interested in his 90% ownership of the team. Hirans, who in Tidus's opinion bore a striking resemblance to Kinoc, was neither a sportsman or even sportsmanlike in any way imaginable, and it was only by some clever navigation through bureaucratic technicalities that he'd been able to snatch the title of coach at all. He'd also been notably absent from Tidus's now infamous press conference, and had since practically gone into hiding, by the looks of it. Dreams or not, Tidus mused, people here sure loved to pretend: fake coach, nominal agent, lazy bodyguard.

"Alright, hope everyone's loving the widgets," Teri addressed the team as they swam into the pool, her own expression betraying a certain level of reservation. There were some cautious murmurs of approval, echoing through everyone's heads – Edge and Arret were covering their ears, apparently fearing that the microscopic gizmo would fall right off at the first wrong movement. Tidus could hardly believe that in something at least, he was actually ahead of the curve (and definitely no thanks to Spira). Juggling two blitzballs above his head, while others still bombarded Teri with questions, he was as ready for some tussle as could be.

"Hey," Nella suddenly gave Tidus a gentle nudge on the shoulder – startling him, and making him lose the ball, "you belong here. You always have." Tidus tried to scrabble for the runaway ball with his both arms and one leg, too; only to fumble the attempt. He gave her a nervous chuckle, which she returned. He appreciated the sentiment – but there was something about the passing moment of clumsiness that suddenly filled him with stress.

The first half of the practice was just alright. Tidus was on the same team with all of his harshest doubters, who also happened to be the ones struggling the most with the new technology. He was hardly at the top of his game himself, still feeling a little disconnected with the environment, and not only because it had recently shrunken in size. The other team, in turn, almost seemed to be going easy on them – or him – sometimes bordering on unprofessional levels. (This was not going unnoticed by Leo, either, judging by his rather lively body language.) The teams mostly relied on basic commands such as 'Catch!', 'No!', 'Come on!', 'Go Riona!' – which would've been easy enough to convey by the traditional non-verbal methods – and at times there was confusion as to who was addressing whom. The first ten minutes were far from a disaster, just markedly tame and tortuous at the same time – and goal-free. Goal-attempt-free, if one squinted – and not because there had been such high-caliber, evenly matched skill on display.

Bern, Dr. Cidron and Evy all departed for work after the first half – of course, Tidus would've been the work, had it not been for Leo's request to meet the boy in private after the practice. Tidus thought he saw the agent exchange a few words with Evy before she turned to leave – an apology for the press conference? The man could feel empathy?

Inexplicably, even the more skeptic fellow Abes seemed to have warmed up to Tidus by the half-time break – after he'd done literally nothing to deserve it. Perhaps nothing was more than enough – whether they'd been expecting him to start selling bags of powder mid-match, or just have a customary nervous breakdown, Tidus wasn't sure, but they were all giving him pats on the shoulder and even sparing some compliments, 'Still got it!'; 'Well, you are full of surprises!' What 'it' and 'surprises' referred to; and how exactly they'd been involved in the most uneventful practice session of all time; Tidus also wasn't sure, but he did feel heartened by the very subtle clap of hands that Edge indicated towards him.

The second half began in somewhat more vigorous spirits, when the opposing side went on the maximum offensive within the first ten seconds. Tidus finally got something to do as he near single-handedly managed to fend off the first scoring attempt, by throwing himself hard against one of the goalposts – and poor Nella, who'd been floating right up there stalking the goal area. Even with the increased resistance from the lower-quality liquids, and her matching if not greater body weight, she was flung quite a distance across the field, all the way to the pool entrance; which she thankfully didn't hit.

"Nella!" Tidus yelped after her, along with the others. "Are you okay?"

They never got a clear answer. From the other side of the pool, they could just see Nella straightening her back, unharmed; shaking her head a little and then starting towards them – only to lose sight of her completely, when there was a sudden outpour of something swift and green, swimming up from behind her and towards them. The headsets immediately turned into a hearing hazard.

"What...?! What are-- are those... fiends?!"

"How'd they get in? Wha-- I haven't seen one in years!"

"Nella!" Tidus shrieked, but there was no time to wait for a reply. Neither was there time to think – the swarm was huge, huge enough to block their single exit – and the fish's apparent entry point. But his fellow Abes were no cowards, and Frion had already grabbed one of the four practice blitzballs floating about – it was time Tidus took a leaf out of Wakka's book as well. Out of the corner of his eye, Tidus could see Leo in the stands, tearing out his hair in absolute horror.

The battle with the aquatic beasts was brief and chaotic. Tidus and Frion took out at least a dozen each, Riona joined in with a third ball after a failed escape attempt, and Teri had just located the fourth makeshift weapon when – just as quickly as they had emerged – the swarm began to vanish; dissolve into those bright, tailed lights.

This time, there we no parting words – the creatures faded away in near-complete silence, with only a distant sound of streaming water flowing through their technologically enhanced ears. Everyone seemed to be doubting their own senses – what exactly had happened, and why were they having an adrenaline rush?

"Hey," a shaky voice then spoke, and nobody seemed to care who it was exactly, "where's Nella?"

Tidus whirled around wildly. All eyes were on him.

"I..."

But she was gone. Nella was gone; without a trace, as abruptly and as definitively as the swarm of infernal fish that had ambushed her. The pool gate loomed bleakly on the other side of the field, not too far from them in the tiny watery sphere, tightly shut and empty of intruders.

Tidus felt a sudden thwack against his back, then another, and then; with one grip of his collar; Edge span Tidus around, tightening his grab as he struck his teammate on the chest, "You what?! What'd you do?! Where is she?!"

Teri tried to break the two apart, but her arms were still trembling, and she received a thump on the shoulder as well.

Tidus was as shocked as anyone. The blows had barely hurt.

"I... I think she went to Spira."

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Two Mistakes Don’t Make a Date... But Three Do

Pairing: Jensen × Reader

Word Count: About 1450

Summary: Just a quick oneshot about the reader attending a wedding of an old friend and meets Jensen at the reception.

Warnings: Language

Obviously I intend no hate or ill wishes to him or his family. This is purely just for writing and wasting my time.

This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I am by no means a writer so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!

Special thanks and shout out to @misguidedconqueress for reviewing, making suggestions, and as always putting up with me.

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It was hot, humid, and cloudless the evening of your friend’s wedding. Well, “friend” may have been an overstatement. You had known each other since you were three, but after high school you had drifted apart. You had met her fiancé a few times and were quite simply, unimpressed. She had always been graceful, pure of heart, talented and you thought she deserved so much more. So despite your bitter feelings towards her one and only, and the fact that you hated weddings in general, you felt obliged to attend for whatever memories of the past that the both of you held onto.

That was your first mistake. Your second had been not to find or invite a date, even if it had just been a coworker or friend. Sure there were other people from high school attending including some old friends, but you were shocked that no one seemed to aspire to branch out of their old cliques. And even with your own group, you shared nothing in common with them, making it difficult to even have the slightest meaningful conversation. Your third mistake was visiting the bar in hopes to lighten up, become more socially at ease. Except you visited it again…. and again… and again.

By this time counting mistakes had left your mind all together and you had become more concerned with tearing up the dance floor. Honestly, who could resist the Cha Cha Slide followed by the Cupid Shuffle - sober or not? Afterwards, you found your way back to the bar and outside to the balcony overlooking a golf course, the array of colors slowly evaporating as the night sky truly settled in. Although you could still hear the thumping from the DJ’s speakers on the balcony, the fresh air and choir of crickets helped the world stop spinning. You sat yourself on the edge of the stone ledge as you paused, taking in the moment.

Another body came out of the French doors onto the balcony and leaned over the side taking in the view. It took you a moment to recognize the figure but the moment you put it together in your head, there was no denying it.

“Jensen fucking Ackles.” You stated, the liquor making you brave. “What the hell are you doing here?”

He turned around to meet your eyes, initially concerned he’d be subjected to another photo op or another half hour of fan theory conversation, but when he saw the state of you he simply laughed. You couldn’t interpret if it was condescendingly or if he was just amused.

“Old friend of the groom, mandatory appearance.” He responded.

“Same story, except for the bride.” You explained unprompted.

“You doing okay?” He asked concerned.

You took another swig of the drink before questioning. “Do you mean it?”

“Mean what?” He asked again confused.

“Your question, it’s pretty loaded.” You rambled.

“I do.” He replied intrigued.

“Well, other than drowning my discontentment for weddings with whatever this concoction is, pretty alright I’d say.” You spouted out.

He laughed again. “And dare I ask you to explain your discontentment?” He inquired obviously entertained.

Had you not been intoxicated you would have made something up, came on softly, or changed the subject, but you had long since lost your ability to lie. “Let’s start with being reminded of heartbreak, the crippling feeling of loneliness, their perfect life being rubbed in my face, and the only thing that could come from meeting a guy here would be a quick and unsatisfying shag in a storage closet simply because you glanced at him once.”

Jensen raised his eyebrows surprised, and took a small sip of his own drink. “Wow. That was quite the mouthful. And you hardly even stumbled over any words.”

“Thanks, I’ve been practicing.” You joked.

“Hey, but I’m sure you have a lot going for you. You’re still young, enjoy it while it lasts.” He tried to encourage you.

You raised an eyebrow and scoffed, about to reach for another drink when the world suddenly titled.

Jensen immediately reached for you, wrapping his arm around your back to support you up. “Woah, woah. Let’s go get a drink of water.” He suggested.

Now that he was up close you looked deep into his green eyes tinted with gold, you could see the crinkles at his eye and the freckles that dusted his face. He smelled of sandalwood and scotch. He held you steady until the world realigned itself again with your center of gravity all the while you studied his features.

“You know, I’ve glanced at you more than once this evening.” You lousily attempted to hit on him.

Jensen responded with a nervous laugh. “I don’t think that’s the best idea, sweetheart.”

His words stung. You came down from the ledge, finding your two feet again and started walking back to the reception.

“And where are you going?” Jensen asked you.

“To dance on a table and look for a man different from your type.” You said slowly to see if he would respond.

“Enlighten me. What kind of man am I?” He questioned, hoping to keep you talking as he scheduled an Uber on his phone.

“Arrogant, conceited, cocky, and egocentric are just a few words to begin.” At this point you didn’t know if you were testing his boundaries or trying to make his rejection less painful.

“You’re quite eloquent for being so far gone.” He pressed his lips together trying not to take your words personally. “You really think you’re going to find anyone different in there?”

“Probably someone less judgy.” You tried to strike back.

“And someone willing to take advantage of you.” He paused, hoping his words would sink in. “Come with me.” He instructed and reach out his hand hoping it would encourage you.

You stood watching him, knowing he was right, but unwilling to move.

“Listen, from what you’ve just told me, I know you don’t really want to go back in there. So please, just come with me.” Jensen asked again, his arm still reached out.

You hesitantly walked towards him and grabbed his hand allowing him to save you from another mistake this evening. He lead you to another door that let you slip past the reception unnoticed. He stopped at the country club’s restaurant and grabbed a few bottles of water before taking you to the roundabout to wait for the Uber.

The last thing you remembered was Jensen constantly reminding you to take sips of water, hopping in the Uber, and pulling out your ID so he could help you tell your address to the driver. After he took the ID from you to try and decipher what you were saying, you passed out on his lap.

What you didn’t remember is the way he smiled looking down at you, thinking you were the most adorable and hilarious thing he had encountered for a while. You didn’t remember him waking you up, telling the driver to wait for a few minutes, and coaxing you up the stairs. You didn’t remember why he was giggling so much while you were looking for you keys unaware they were the first thing you pulled out of your purse and handed them to him. You didn’t remember him forcing you to drink another bottle of water before he’d let you fall asleep again. When you lied down and passed out again on your bed, you didn’t remember him taking off your heels before he looked around your room trying to get a quick glimpse of your life.

You didn’t remember him pulling a blanket over you and brushing the hair out of your face so he could kiss your forehead and whisper good night.

You woke to a dry throat and a heartbeat pounding in your head. You looked around your own room, disoriented at first about how you made it back. There was a full bottle of water and a few tablets of aspirin on your nightstand. After taking a couple of swigs and downing the pills some of the night came back to you, though you knew other memories would be lost for good. Of course, the first and only time you would ever run into someone like Jensen Ackles, you were a drunk fool. The only thing you could do was laugh at yourself, imagining what impression you must have left on him.

Setting the water bottle back down you curiously noticed a piece of paper next to it. You grabbed it reading:

If you’d like to find out the type of man I truly am…

I’ll be at The Sparrows with two cups of coffee at 3.

- J

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