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[amloveabledeathmo]

Bilbo is left behind and rescued fic idea

When they land at the Carrock Bofur and Ori realize that Bilbo is not with them. Gandalf convinces two eagles to fly back to look and Bofur and Ori go with them.

Cue Thorin being woken up and his where is the hobbit yell only to be met by silence. Balin walks up to him and tells him they don't know.

If we want to go angsty we could stay with the company and how worried they are and how upset/guilty Thorin feels and have them bring back an unconscious Bilbo. Who may or may not (he will) wake up and has to be carried to Beorn's.

Also following Bofur and Ori and having them finding an unconscious Bilbo would be angsty. The orcs and wargs could even have come back or Bilbo could be under a tree or dead orc or warg.

I think them getting back to Bilbo standing at the edge of the cliff with Azog and his warg advancing is what I would go with. Then Bofur or Ori (I like the idea that Ori is a bit reckless because he is used to having Dori and Nori back him up but also he doesn't need their backup in a fair fight) could take Bofur's mattock and leap off the eagle and crush Azog's skull and Bilbo could stab the warg. Or maybe Ori uses his slingshot as they swoop in to grab Bilbo and manages to kill Azog with just a regular rock. Perhaps Ori hits the warg and Azog goes flying and Bilbo stabs Azog and kills him. Honestly I just like the idea of one of them killing Azog.

If there was a leap or Bilbo stabbing Azog there is potential for more injury just because it would be very hard to completely dodge Azog's spike arm.

I think I prefer a triumphant return with Bilbo riding behind one of the dwarves or on his own eagle who is farther back and Thorin rushes up to ask about Bilbo and when Bilbo lands/dismounts we get the Carrock happy hug time as normal. Maybe with Bilbo returning the hug but then wincing in pain and pulling back to reveal a wound ( I like some hurt/comfort myself if that hasn't been apparent yet).

During the time that Bilbo is getting rescued Thorin has come to realize exactly how much he cares about Bilbo and now he can try to start courting Bilbo while they are both healing at Beorn's. Killing off Azog here would change the BOTFA, I think Thorin would be more calculating and not rush into a trap and also Bolg would be the leader most likely and he might not be able to manage such a task as well as Azog did so just more orc deaths from bad leadership and less Dwarrow/Human/Elf death as a result.

*If anyone is caught by this idea feel free to write it and if you go a no major character death route please tag me.

[turtlesandfrogs]

My thumb and forefinger and part of my hand have started tingling when doing stuff in front of my body. Like writing with a pen, for example. The question is, is this because I:

a) hit myself with a mallet, and now have a weird (painful) lump under the skin where the thumb and finger metacarpels diverge

b) because I've been doing too much mattock/pick axing into rocky soil and have given myself a repetitive use injury

c) because a strange dog bit the elbow on that side a couple of months ago and somehow the scar tissue is interfering with the nerve?

or

d) some combination of the above and/or some other causal factor that I'm currently over looking?

[bigdumbbastard]

this is a kinda long one but it involves charles. so of course it is

originally posted in a discord server so

I dunno. It’s hard to really put to words all of my feelings surrounding Charles, and lord knows I’ve been trying to just as long as I’ve been looking for him, however awkwardly as it goes.

There’s just so much there— so many of my memories revolve around him. Sure, a lot focus on the gang and such, but it’s just. A lot are about him, too. And I guess that’s just because of how undeniably present I was, back then, when he was in the gang. A lot of the earlier years kind of blurred together, and that’s the whole reason I kept journals in the first place—not only was it a place to process my thoughts and feelings and emotions, however clumsily they may have come out, but it also helped me to just.. remember.

They ordinarily were there for me to just practice my writing, and then the drawing, and then both, until they became a coping mechanism. And I think that without it all, I would’ve been a much worse off man, most likely thinkin’ through the haze of a drink or a fresh concussion.

I think the most I wrote about Charles in one sitting, memory wise, was after we’d gone hunting for the fourth time. It kinda happened in conjunction with the third time.

We’d been camped at Clemen’s Point for about a week by then, and the whole gang was starting to get settled in, and perhaps a bit restless, too. Charles looked like he was itching to go out, and he’d actually been about to, when I approached him. Asked him where he was going, what he was going to be up to. He’d told me he was planning on going hunting—not far from where we’d settled, just for a few days, trying to get enough meat so we’d save a bit of money the next time we went into town and got stuff.

He’d planned on going up toward Mattock Pond, northeastish of us, and so I asked if I could join him, try and get more practice with the bow. He agreed, saint like he is, and I’d saddled up and we started down the way.

Making a long, long story quite short, we eventually ended up in West Elizabeth. We’d been gone for about three days now, and had done just enough hunting to feed ourselves, but not much more than that. We travelled in a lot of silence, but we spoke too, and I really realized just how easy it was to talk to him.

Back then I was not the best of men, not by a longshot, but he kept insisting on kindness everywhere we went. I do think that this is kind of where I started to learn that there were more options than what I was really, er, allowed. No offense, Dutch.

But when it came to the gang and my role in it, I was kinda limited. As soon as I grew big enough to be intimidating, that was my role. I was dumb as rocks (but not nearly as dumb as John, though) and had the instincts for fighting and whatnot that he didn’t. So I kind of became the gang enforcer, really. When I was young it was scrappy fights, but as I grew older, the hits grew to be harder and harder. Once I’d gotten my nose broken more than once I looked just about as mean as could be, and so I got even meaner to match. I wasn’t really generous with sharing my food, neither, and ended up shooting up in height about a year or two after we picked up John anyway, packing on the pounds just as well— so I was perfect for the role. And shit, blame Hosea for this one, I had quite the mouth too. Developed that habit of drinking early on, and earlier than that, using that clumsy tongue to get myself into all sorts of trouble.

So I was reduced, kinda, to big, dumb and mean. Later on, big, dumb, sad and angry, but mostly mean. So it was never “Here’s how to help people with that strength,” and more “Here’s how to help the gang with it,” and that often included intimidation, strong arming, and everything else.

But Charles was just as big, just as capable, but impossibly kind despite how easy it was to be awful to others. And so I learned a thing or two, on the ride up to West Elizabeth. We kept heading up North past Strawberry in order to get some elk, which we did, but we had crossed about three state lines and everything, so rather than try and get it all back to camp as fast as we could, we just ended up butchering em and selling them to the feller in Strawberry. He’d managed to get a good amount of blood in his hair (we’d moved one of the carcasses for easier butchering) and I’d offered to pay for a couple of baths at the hotel. It was fancy enough, and I figured we should treat ourselves. I’d asked about how he takes care of it, commented on how hard it must be to get the blood out of all of it, and he’d offered to show me sometime.

So, later that month, when he was off to go hunting again, I’d joined him again. This time, we went straight North, up by the Kamassa River, ‘round the Elysian Pool. We’d hunted just for the night again, and he did all the butchering. We’d talked a lot, about a whole lot of things that are lost on me now, but he’d gotten blood in his hair again (on purpose or not, I’ll never know) and, as he said he would, he showed me how to take care of his hair.

It was so intimate, so quiet, that I kept thinking that I wasn’t the person for this. That god had made a mistake, putting me in this position, because I was too damn tough and too damn dense for all of this. Too clumsy in the hands, too heavy in the weight. We’d set up camp right near the river, and so we were lit by both the campfire and the moonlight. He showed me how he wet it, what he used in it to scrub away the grime. Eventually, I ended up being the one to wash his hair. I remember how long, how silky it was, how heavy it ended up with the weight of water added to it. Remember the feeling of my nails on his scalp, remember running my fingers through the locks.

The stars were bright and plentiful and I kept having to remind myself to breathe and not stare too hard at him. Didn’t understand why I was, not consciously, at least.

After we got it all rinsed out and whatnot I asked if I could braid it, cause I learned how to do it on the girls and all. He made me wait until after I had cooked dinner, so it would be dry, and by then, all my confidence was gone.

Still, I ended up sitting behind him, very carefully collecting it all in my hands and marveling at the way it shone in the firelight. He ended up teasing me about being able to braid, a bit more after he learned that it was because of the girls. Arthur Morgan, famed outlaw and killer, braiding his campmates’ hair. What a funny sight.

I don’t know.

I miss the intimacy, I think. I miss how hard, but rewarding it was to be vulnerable with him. Be honest with him. I was such a terrible man, but he saw the good in me. And he tried to cultivate it. And it was only after I got sick that it really worked, but still.

That’s the worst part, I think. We were closest when I was sickest, and when I was sickest, I was weakest, and I couldn’t spend quite so much time with him because of it and the gang. It was so fleeting, and so, honestly, I think that made me miss it more.

I was so flawed and so angry and so tired of life and he made me realize that there was still good in it. I just didn’t internalize those lessons until I was dying, and unfortunately, didn’t keep them for this time around.

I did end up writing about ten pages about him, after that fourth hunting trip.

[j-trow-95]

WIP Wednesday (because it's still Wednesday somewhere!)

Thank you so much for the tags recently. Even if I've not been responding to them I've been reading what everyone has been working on and it continues to astound me just how wonderfully talented this fandom is. Keep being fabulous, each and every one of you!

Would it really be a WIPsday of mine if I ever posted on time in my timezone?

That's right folks, Trails is back! Edits are happening with the next chapter, which I'm hoping I'll be able to share soon. My team and I are working through edits for chapters about one a week at the moment. I may have to go to bi weekly posting though, as writing has slowed down on the newer chapters. But we shall see. The muses are fickle, and may return to me, one day.

A huge thank you has to go out to my beta team, my friend Zoë (who isn't on tumblr), @artsyunderstudy, @cutestkilla and @iamamythologicalcreature! I couldn't have got this fic back on track without you all!!

But for now, a snippet from the next chapter. Baz POV.

The knife is kicked from my grip and sent flying into the river by a heavy work boot and another crewman drops into the lifeboat. I lurch away, almost back to back with Simon, the crowbar digging into my shoulder. I grope behind me, drawing it from his braces. “Told you it’d come in handy,” Snow smirks. “We’ll have time for ‘told you so’s later.” “Promises,” he purrs. You have no idea, Snow. Crowbar raised over my head, I swing at the newest attacker over the central bench but he deftly steps back out of reach, ducking under my return swing. I cross the bench to keep him on the retreat. He whips his handgun up to shoot but I get a hand around the muzzle and shift his aim. The bullet clangs against the side of the ship and I copy Bunce’s earlier move with the crowbar. I slam it into the man’s wrist and he releases his grip on the gun. My own hand flies open at the impact but I don’t try to fumble for the gun. The splash it makes into the Thames is too faint to make out.  Both hands back on the crowbar I swing for the man’s jaw. The crewman ducks and lunges for my waist grabbing me and knocking me off my feet between the benches. I’m forced to drop the crowbar and shove his face back, thumbs searching for his eye sockets, anything to get him off of me. One of his meaty hands pins my wrist to the bottom of the boat, the other finding my throat.  “Baz!”  Shadows shift as Simon spins, now doubt raising the mattock to attack, but there’s a spray of something warm over me from the other direction. The crewman goes limp in my grip as warm blood trickles down my wrists and beneath my shirt sleeves. Something metal clatters to the floor of the boat as I throw the man’s limp body off of me, and see the wound to the side of his head. Penny’s face is ashen and flecked with the man’s blood. “Penelope Bunce,” I breathe. “Penny, the rope!” Simon’s hand is on my chest gripping my shirt a split second before Penny’s end of the boat drops as the rope snaps. Penny screams and grabs hold of the central bench as Simon helps me sit up. The crewman’s body flops forward and tumbles out of the boat.  “Simon,” Penny calls, pointing over our shoulders. I follow her stare and see the rope Simon had been cutting is almost sawn through as well. More crewmen are shouting above us, seemingly deciding not to bother climbing down the ropes anymore and instead just shoot us from the deck. Hammers cock. A call to take aim. Please, not like this. He doesn’t know how much I love him.

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[theoddshq]

RIGBY MATTOCK (jonathan daviss fc) the odds are in your favor! Please report to your nearest Capitol Agent to be prepped for the 74th Annual Hunger Games!  

ooc

Alias/Age/Pronouns/Timezone: mark, 27, he/him, est Triggers: [REDACTED] If you had to describe your muse as a canon Hunger Games character, or mix, who would you compare them to and why? another unhinged combo, but he’s a mix of peeta and gale. his entire life has been about his family and taking care of others and being responsible, and now he has to be his own person and do whatever it takes to return home. it’s…jarring for him Anything else? i did it :-) 

basics

[JONATHAN DAVISS, CIS MAN, HE/HIM] The 74th Annual Hunger Games are upon us and here comes RIGBY MATTOCK, a DISTRICT 11 TRIBUTE. Word around The Capitol is that they’re INTELLIGENT AND DIRECT but can also be CALCULATING AND FLIPPANT. According to sources, they’re 29 and were once described as the weight of the world on your shoulders, unhealthy coping mechanisms, clothing patched over and over again, always thinking three steps ahead, smiling so hard your eyes squint. What a character! As we always say, may the odds be ever in their favor!

biography

the mattock family was never quite the poorest of the poor in district eleven, but they were close. perhaps the top of the lower class, if such a spot existed. not that anyone in district eleven would ever make the distinction. poor was poor, but they all helped each other out.  rigby is the oldest of seven, an accident born when both of his parents were still of age to be reaped. it was no secret that he wasn’t planned, but they never loved him any less. after they were both safe from the games, they had another child, and another, until their farmhouse was crawling with kids and he was helping his father build a shoddy excuse for an addition just to fit them all under one roof.  he never formally went to school, spending his days helping his father on the farm as soon as he was old enough to hold a hoe. his mother taught him to read and write as best as he could, something he has always clung onto. she instilled a love of books in him he never expected, and as the years have gone on, it’s become an escape to him.  life was never easy for the mattock family, but the past couple years have been downright terrible. his mother died shortly after the twins were born, and his father couldn’t cope. he worked himself to the bone, unable to let himself grieve. six months ago he became ill, and he never recovered. at only 23, rigby became the man of the house. more than anything, he worries what will happen to his siblings if he doesn’t survive the games. sure, they have aunts and uncles and neighbors to watch over them while he’s gone, but if he doesn’t make it back? what then? 

writing sample

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stats

Deceive - 1 Fight - 2 Lore (knowledge) - 3 Notice - 1 Physique - 2 Provoke - 1 Rapport - 2 Resourcefulness - 3 Stealth - 2 Will - 3

[mattockmaniac47]

So I uploaded a sad McHanzo wedding one-shot that I wrote some time ago lol 

Angst and major character death warning! Enjoy ;D

Summary:

Hanzo slowly reached up and touched the back of his gunslinger’s nape, stormy grey eyes watery as well. He managed a weak smile despite grimacing in pain just a moment ago. “Only a Shimada can control the dragons,” Hanzo rasped and pulled Jesse close. As their lips parted for the final time, Hanzo whispered, “Welcome to the family, Jesse McCree.”

[natsora]

Cover art as always by the awesome @seokanori. Check out her Tumblr, website and Patreon. 

“You should have called earlier. I wanted to tell you all about it.”

“You could have called too, you know?”

“Yeah but putting a call to the Normandy, a fucking warship isn’t particularly easy.”

Ryder shrugged, conceding his point. “So what’s this about?”

“It’s a privately funded one way trip to the Heleus Cluster.”

She blinked. “One way?”

“Yes, I mean the trip is supposed to take 600 light years. So yes, this is going to be a one way trip. We’re going to go be first true colonists in generations, ground breakers and explorers.”

“But what about Ma? What about Pa?” 

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[ginzyblog]

New York City, March 15, 1978. Photo: Iris Schnieder I want to be the spectacle of Poesy triumphant over trickery of the world

Omniscient breathing its own breath thru War tear gas spy hallucination

whose common sense astonished gaga Gurus and rich Artistes— who called the Justice department & threaten’d to Blow the Whistle

Stopt Wars, turned back petrochemical Industries’ Captains to grieve & groan in bed

Chopped wood, built forest houses & established farms distributed monies to poor poets & nourished imaginative genius of the land

Sat silent in jazz roar writing poetry with an ink pen— wasn’t afraid of God or Death after his 48th year— let his brains turn to water under Laughing Gas his gold molar pulled by futuristic dentists

Seaman knew ocean’s surface a year

carpenter late learned bevel and mattock

son, conversed with elder Pound & treated his father gently —All empty all for show, all for the sake of Poesy

From Ego Confessions (Mind Breaths Poems, 1973-1977. City Lights Books

[rinatthemin]

Welcome to Ens & Naught, the publication for my short fantasy fiction!

Every one of my pieces is set within the same world. They feature overlapping concepts, locations, and occasionally even characters, while also each being designed to function as a standalone short story.

Where does each one fall chronologically? What does the timeline of the world look like? This primer aims to answer those questions.

Below you will find a list of links to each of my stories, accompanied by a brief summary and the year that it takes place. This list will be kept up-to-date as I continue to write, each new story filling out this large world and its timeline piece-by-piece!

(A note on how the years are written:

The setting of Ens & Naught uses the Aethereal Calendar, the date-writing system of the world’s dominant religion. It “begins” with the year Æ 1.00 upon the naming of the First Saint. The century spans from 1.00–1.99 until turning over to Æ 2.00 with the Second Saint, Æ 3.00 with the Third, and so forth.

History also spanned thousands of years before the First Saint, but these years are relegated to a reverse-chronological number. The year taking place exactly five centuries before Æ 1.00 would be written as 500 Prior.)

First of the Fallen (25 Prior - Æ 1.00)

Selected verses from the works of Lumora, the Matron Bard of Piramesco.

The Mattock and the Sickle (Æ 1.11 - ???)

Yuzefhira and Tasimhari were just river gods. They couldn't stop the Sireage, and they couldn't prevent Silulesh from falling. But there was a chance they could save each other.

The Boxhare Club (Æ 7.94)

Roe Mirrigan knew the two things she needed to help her sister. Both could be found in the underbelly of Oxbow, in the lixories and fight rings of the gutters.

The Opened Verifold (Æ 9.06)

University student Ira Green inadvertently studied his way into a philosophical puzzle resulting in blinding headaches, dizzying visions, and a sudden introduction to the arcane world of thaumagraphy.

Bottled and Buried (Æ 9.25)

Mira Klein was well accustomed to regular arrests and jail stays as the price for keeping her hidden lixory safe. Less so to the fascinatingly shady woman recruiting her to help bring down a spy ring.

Paper for Shelter (Æ 9.31)

The Vicennial Air War had already taken so much from Professor Ira Green, now even his very place of work was gone. Only the memento of his grief and regret remained.

Nightfallen (Æ 9.60, June)

Lonely immortal astronomer Feira Tiuzrani felt lost enough trying to mentor just one troubled youth of her own kind. And then he brought another to her doorstep.

Coda (Æ 9.60, August)

Iumina Osrivedo witnessed a summer that touched almost every corner of her world, and by now there was precious little she could do about it but reflect.

[paintbrush-kinnie]

Miku's Intro!

It's about time I fixed this mess lol!!!

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My names are Miku, Rin, Painty, City, Karma, Rose Gold, Zodiac, and many others!!! I will link the post with all my names in a second!

I am agender and my pronouns are xe/fae/it/they!!! I also go by any neos with themes of space and nature, specifically moons and flowers!!! She/her is slightly okay. Please don't refer to me with he/him!!! I'm also testing out 🌺/🌺s and 🌆/🌆s pronouns!!!

I'm taken by multiple F/Os and a real person!!!

I'm polykin, specifically werewolfkin and fairykin. I'm also questioning if I'm mermaidkin. Please be respectful!!!

I am diagnosed with ADHD, and self-diagnosed with autism, depression, and anxiety. I am also very paranoid!!! I am questioning if I have PTSD, PLEASE DONT ASK ABOUT MY TRAUMA UNLESS I SAY IT IS OKAY.

My favorite colors are pink, rose gold, purple, and teal!!! Pastels of these are AMAZING-

Please tag imagines of eye contact, hate to my F/Os, ccs, kins, Hyperfixations/special interests, and comforts, spoilers to ANY media, loud noises, mentions of the names "Kimberly", "Kim", and "Kimmy" (until further notice), and the last names "Yentes" and "Mattocks" (Mattocks is until further notice) with PDL, Painty Don't Look, MDL, or Miku Don't Look!!! Please also tag Among Us, Squid Game, and any other stupid trend with PDL/MDL.

I run @/ii-headcanons, @/miku-writes-fics, and @/ask-the-inanimate-insanity-cast!!!

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Special Interests/Hyperfixations include Vocaloid, Undertale/Deltarune, OSC (I've only watched BFDI-BFB, II 1-3, TNM [not including newest ep], and ONE!!!) I'm also getting into back into Sonic Boom and getting into TOH and Bee and Puppycat!!!!

My F/Os are Ralsei (Deltarune, romantic, specifically queerplatonic), Oliver (Vocaloid, familial, specifically parent-son), Eleanor Forte (Synth V, romantic), Hatsune Miku (Vocaloid, romantic), Kagamine Rin (Vocaloid, romantic), V Flower (Vocaloid, romantic), Tails (Sonic, specifically and ONLY Sonic Boom, romantic, specifically queerplatonic, this does NOT include Tails in CR:K.), And Paintbrush (Inanimate Insanity, romantic) I'm okay with people who are also dating them!!! You can find stuff about them in the tag #F/O moment!!!

I AM Paintbrush, which is a bit strange considering they're on my F/O list. Please don't make any comments about this. I am slightly okay with people who are also Paintbrush, but they make me slightly uncomfortable. Please respect this!!!

My kins are Sticks (Sonic Boom), Lightbulb (Inanimate Insanity), Fan (Inanimate Insanity), MePhone4 (Inanimate Insanity), Toilet (Inanimate Insanity), Bow (Inanimate Insanity), Apple (Inanimate Insanity) Kagamine Rin (Vocaloid), and Fukase (Vocaloid). I am comfortable sharing kins with them!! Hell, I love meeting new people who shares these kins with me :)

Fukase (Vocaloid), Tails (Sonic Boom), Sticks (Sonic Boom), Orbbot and Cubebot (Sonic Boom), Paintbrush (II), Fan (II), Lightbulb (II), Kagamine Rin/Len (Vocaloid), Eleanor Forte (Synth V), Bow (II), Marshmallow (II), V Flower (Vocaloid), Oliver (Vocaloid), Hatsune Miku (Vocaloid), Candle (II), Clover (II) and Piko (Vocaloid) are all comfort characters!!!

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DNI if you follow basic DNI criteria, proship/anti-anti, queer exclusionist/support them, are into problematic media and NOT critical of it, anti-otherkin/therian, and use the word "simp" freely, unless you don't know the original meaning.

BYF: I use the word queer freely and untagged! Wowaka is a comfort artist, please don't disrespect him around me, and PLEASE remember that this man is dead. I'm not the best at interacting with systems, please be patient with me! Circus-P/VocaCircus is also a comfort artist, please don't say anything disrespectful about them around me. Beast by Circus-P/VocaCircus is a comfort song!!! Gloom is a comfort content creator, please don't say anything disrespectful about her around me. Please tell me if I interact with a problematic person!!! If I like a song/video by a problematic creator, please know I do NOT support any of their bad decisions. This also counts for Wilbur Soot. I love writing!!! Ask me to write anything about my F/Os and I come RUNNING. I use emoticons, ,,, , and !!! A lot!!!

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GIFs used were made by @/voca-kin-edits and @/sunnys-headspace-full-of-edits!!! Check them out, they're awesome :)

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That's all!!! See ya soon!!!

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[rwby-sk]

Hello i got a question to ask, maybe you already asked this and I can’t remember. But you said you love to play single player story games soooooo

Did you ever play Mass Effect???

And if you did what class were you (i loved playing sentinel tech armor baby)

were you paragon or renegade???

Were you maleshep or femshep???

And lastly what romance did you do?

I loved the trilogy!!!!!

I was usually either an adept or a soldier (either way my special ability was usually slam, so I had some biotics no matter what). I heavily preferred the Cerberus Mattock rifle when I could have it

I was a paragon 99% of the time. There were always a couple times I'd go renegade if it felt right for my character at the time, but mostly she was kind and just and helpful

Oh femshep all the way!

Usually I would romance Liara the whole way in all 3 games. I think its really cute the way she writes your name in the stars. Sometimes though... I can't deny the vibes between femshep and Garrus. They're so cute together and tough on the outside softies on the inside kind of way

And while in real life I am not attracted to men at all. Like in any way. Turians of any gender and Sangheili (halo elites, specifically remastered halo 2) of any gender CAN GET IT. I'm a slut for big scaly aliens I guess??? I don't know. Feel free to judge me, I already judge myself

[homeofhousechickens]

Have you looked at any of Jeff Mattocks writings on poultry nutrition? I came across him this week on one of the podcasts I listen to. He has interesting info on amino acids and how the different kinds affect the uptake of others. Seems like good stuff!

I think he wrote stuff on pastured poultry feeding and i have seen some of his stuff referenced before but i havent read it yet

[dalniente]

Dal you have not talked about your WIPs enough and I for one would love to know more

<3 thank you and dog bless, i am having an EXCEPTIONALLY SHITE brain-day and this really helped, i appreciates you.

items in bold are almost done. please note - if anyone reading this post has interest in any of these in particular, please say so. I am entering the time of year in which I retreat into my hole and post very little but pick hopelessly away at various WIPs, but I have a lot of them, so if there’s one you really wanna see, best way to get me to work on it is to let me know what to work on when I’m not slogging on Cold Fusion or With Every Heartbeat ^^;

ANYWAY HERE’S LITERALLY ALL OF ‘EM WHOOPSIE

eta: jeezy kreezy that was even longer than i thought, lemme stick a keep reading a bit higher up in the post :P

A barely-started one that’s sort of a 5-kidnappings-and-one-time-blah-blah type fic, which I desperately want to finish if only because it features Flash, one of my favorite brainbots you haven’t met yet, who makes a noise less like BOWG and more like HAAA-AAA, and whose name is a joke Megamind is waiting for Minion to get. Roxanne gets it first and just dies. (It’s not a very funny joke, but it’s a stressful time.) 

Soulmate AU, which is HOPEFULLY near completion, in which everyone gets a waterfowl when they turn sixteen and it is supposed to eventually lead you to your soulmate, but in the meantime it is very much a bird (smarter than average but not, like, parrot-smart) and you are very much stuck with it. I was NOT expecting this to be a thing I would write, but I saw a prompt about everyone getting geese and it wouldn’t leave me alone. What if, instead of just geese, we expanded it a bit to all waterfowl, and said your species has traits of you and your soulmate? I started writing it last week and it’s seventy-two pages long. If I don’t post it by the end of December, send somebody in after me and tell them to bring a mattock because I am ENTRENCHED

Followup to Long As The Day In The Summertime, which WAS almost done and then my crummy brain went “BUT WHAT IF WE DID THIS” so that’s gonna be a bit longer.

Halloween Costume Party Fic. The universe that fic wants to be in, though, is going to need an interim installment in order for the series not to be complete emotional whiplash.

Megamind forces Metro Man to take a damned day off, for health reasons. 

I have pieces of a camping fic written, in which Megamind goes camping with Roxanne and her family after the events of Cold Fusion. They are in California. There is an earthquake. Please imagine for me, if you will, the reaction of a man who felt the planet jerk sideways under him once before. (He is also badly startled by a hermit thrush one evening, which isn’t fun either, but the earthquake will probably wind up being the emotional Heavy of that particular fic.)

Soulmate AU in which you meet your soulmate in the afterlife.

I have a fic titled Megamind Has A Nice Day And Is Very Happy. That’s what it says on the box.

Midlife crisis! This one got upsetting (suicidal ideation territory) and I don’t know if I want to continue it :(  but it does feature Roxanne telling Metro Man to fuck off in no uncertain terms, which is always fun

Pon farr WIP, barely started. Not sure if I want to keep going with this one or relegate it to Brainfic Only. It’s just...complicated.

Roxanne with superpowers! She inherited them from her grandfather, one P. Delic. I don’t actually have a plot for this one beyond “she has to save megamind??? and minion is out of commission Somehow” (i am open to suggestions!!!)

Megamind has a Bad Day and Roxanne comes and finds him in the reef pool. she surprises him by speaking a little bit of his language at him, using a machine Minion helped her make. Minion has been teaching her to sing/speak in Punktsyk. I don’t have a plot for this one either (i am open to suggestions!!!)

ANOTHER clone AU in which Megamind wakes up alone in a drained-out tank and discovers that Evil Lair has been...uh...exploded. He goes to Roxanne for help because where is minion where are the brainbots where are ANY of his resources? he does not know. and Roxanne is like, the one person who probably won’t shoot him on-sight. She flings herself at him and cries on him a lot and he is Very Weirded Out But Not Opposed.

Followup fic to Headfirst.

FIVE UNTITLED DOCUMENTS: (1) a single sentence, incomplete (2) an exchange I removed from It Never Rains (3) a...oh. this is. this is a series of nice messages and offerings of fic ideas kbjones sent me years ago when I was having a bad time, and now I’m crying again WHOOPS (”why are my friends so NICE to me” is not something mentally-healthy people wail at their significant other, is it, but here I am) (4) a version of the birds soulmate AU (5)...huh. another version of the birds soulmate AU. why did I copy and paste it into two extra documents? why does this brain do anything? 

Megamind mates for life, but actual copulation is not required to complete the binding. His metabolism begins to recognize Roxanne and eventually Megamind literally cannot sleep without her nearby. This is. A problem.

an EXTREMELY ns//fw fic in which [REDACTED] with her [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] right in the [REDACTED]. i do not know where this fic came from and i can only really work on it the only 3 days a month that i actually have something that mildly resembles a libido, so that’s fun :P 

editing the other ns//fw fic which currently only exists on LJ to have 100% more sexytimes in it

Minion gets severely hurt and questionable field medicine happens. Roxanne screams (literally) at Metro Man. Minion is, alas, only a plot device in this one; he spends most of his time unconscious and the story focuses almost exclusively on Roxanne & Megamind.

I intend to make that up to him in the later installments of Cold Fusion, in which I really get to focus on Minion & Roxanne’s relationship for reasons I desperately wish I could explain without spoiling everything but cannot.

LOTR fic. This was nearly done, and then Legolas poked his head up and said “I’m trans, by the way,” and I was like WELP BETTER ADD THAT :P  I think it is nearly done again, I just need to figure out some good closing lines. 

LOTR fic. sort of a companion piece to the first one. Gimli has trouble sleeping, Legolas assists in Elvish fashion (not what it sounds like, I promise), they start actually learning about each other’s cultures and customs. Elves seem cold to Dwarves because nearly half of Elvish communication is unspoken body language, facial expressions, the tilt of your head and the angle of your hands and shoulders. Dwarves seem cold to Elves because Dwarves do not display affection or camaraderie AT ALL in ways Elves can easily recognize; half the time they seem two steps from attacking each other when really someone is just asking “hey pass the mustard.” Also Legolas kicks the shit out of a bunch of Noldor in Lorien and it’s fuckin great. 

Newspaper OT3. This is for Discworld, it is William/Sacharissa/Otto, mostly (maybe entirely? i don’t recall) from Otto’s POV. I do want to post it at some point, because I am pleased with it, but it feels disjointed. It started as a tumblr post and turned into fanfiction, so I’m not really sure how the fuck to begin it, but I’m rapidly approaching the fuckit-I’m-posting-it-anyway threshold. 

one of these days i will make a post containing the plot of the cold fusion followups under a Keep Reading, but it is not this day, alas. 

but I WILL post Legolas fighting, because it probably will not be posted anytime soon and I’m actually sort of proud of it even with my depression!brain raging full tilt, which says something. it’s the most complicated action scene I’ve attempted, and I went a slightly different way with it than I was expecting to. (who can guess what martial art i had in mind for legolas with this???)

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Gimli hears his name, and something about a tree, and a river, and a stone, and then his name again, and then--

And then Legolas goes cold. And he was right, before: Gimli does know it when he sees it. The changes are subtle but clear, written in the set of his shoulders and the tilt of his head, the way his hands turn at his sides, the way his weight shifts. And it's in his voice. Gimli doesn't need to be able to understand Noldorin Elvish to pick up the shift in Legolas's tone. Holy shit.

The newcomers speak again and Legolas nods, and then he says, in the same freezing voice, "A moment, Gimli. We of the woodland realm practice a certain style of unarmed combat; my kinsmen wish to try themselves against me."

Gimli indicates silent acknowledgement, then turns and walks to the edge of the clearing as Legolas faces off against the newcomers.

And...ah, now this is interesting. This sparring is not to be one-on-one, it seems. The strangers range out, lift their hands, rush in.

They fight. The strangers land a few hits but their styles seem to require some degree of setup in the forms, whereas Legolas seems to simply be responding to them, directing their blows away from his body and following through and around to turn his assailants’ force on themselves. It's an interesting dichotomy. The strangers move like bellows and forgefire, like water and mill, but Legolas moves like chain lightning, his hands and elbows blurring as he snaps them out against his assailants with swan-strike precision. He has no high kicks or fancy spins. He seems to scorn them, almost; he dodges or swats away several of these and then finally just catches another Elf's ankle and steps back so they fall into a painful split, and then he spins them hard onto the ground; Gimli reads pain and embarrassment on their face.

(Legolas could have broken that Elf’s leg beyond repair, Gimli thinks. He could have. Another step back, a strike down in the upper thigh, and his opponent would never have walked again.)

He moves and dodges with efficiency, his shadowy hair dancing around him as he turns - strikes one in the throat with the side of his open hand, again-again-again and down - hits the second once in the elbow, twice in the ribs, above the ear four times in quick succession with his knuckles and down - steps, turns - sweeps the third’s arm around and back and up, dislocates their shoulder, slams their face into his knee on their way to the ground and down.

And then he - it happens so fast Gimli almost misses it - Legolas ducks, and then he sweeps his foot out and sinks his weight into Standing Stone. He catches the red-haired Elf across the ribs with the blade of his elbow before striking them in the kidney with the knuckles of his other hand, snapping down with Falling Spear and catching them in the side of the head as they collapse. They stay down, unmoving. Another lets out a cry and darts forward with a knife in their hand; Legolas steps, turns, throws them sprawling over his hip onto the ground and then step-step hurls the knife across the glade to sink into one of the mellyrn.

His second step landed his heel just in front of the downed Elf’s mouth: a warning. He could have broken their jaw. Gimli sees this, but it seems the other Elf does not; they try to rise, only to be met with a flurry of blows to the side of their neck.

Gimli stares. Most of this is nothing he's seen before, the turning and striking with open palms, the way most of Legolas's moves open as reactions to his opponents rather than independently offensive strikes - but here and there he recognizes Dwarvish techniques, Dwarvish moves. They're distinctively different from the rest of what Legolas is doing, but--

Two left standing. One lands a grappling hit; the brunette gets in close and snaps Legolas over backwards so sharply that Gimli starts, thinking his back must surely be broken. But Legolas bends like a sapling or snare and pulls them down with him, his teeth gritted, his eyes still cold with fury as he rolls down onto the ground and into Tangling Vine, smoothly through Briar Gall, to finally settle in Grey Panther's Cache with his elbow around his opponent's throat--another warning--

Then he's away again, whirling on his hands and sweeping a leg around. It's a feint; he flicks his hips and changes his momentum when his target jumps to avoid him; he slams his knee into their groin and then grabs their shoulder when they double over. Uses them as a ladder to reclaim his footing while simultaneously shoving them face-first into the ground.

The last Elf, the brunette who Legolas got in the chokehold, raises their hands in a clear yield when Legolas turns and faces them. Their companions lie on the dirt around them in varying states of consciousness.  

Legolas comes up out of his fighter's stance and straightens his tunic, cracks his neck. His lip and his knuckles are bleeding and he has a bruise rising at his temple, but otherwise he looks completely uninjured. "I did tell you," he says, in the same gentle, freezing voice as before. "We of the woodland realm are as ruthless in battle as we are discerning in the company we prefer. I trust I have made my point sufficiently clear."

(oh, then - then Gimli was right and this was not a friendly spar, this was - ah, this was about him, somehow; mahal’s fucking balls)

The other Elf bows, and Legolas does the same face Lindir used in Rivendell. He turns away, and the tilt of his head and the visible tightness around the corners of his mouth tell Gimli he's not just expressing mocking amusement; Legolas is as good as openly sneering. His shoulders are proud and angry as he turns, but he looks at Gimli and his expression smooths, his tone warms.

"Thank you for your patience, friend Gimli," he says. "Let us continue on our walk. The view from the top of the hill is sure to be excellent."

Holy shit, Gimli thinks again.

[leftenant-sinani]

Mass Effect Trilogy Tag

Well, I got tagged by my lovely friend, @andromeda-mistwalker, so I’ll do his bidding.

I’ve been a fan since: June of 2016. It is a while since I found Mass Effect, and I consider it to be one of the best storytelling games, I’ve ever played. I’ve played through Trilogy like six times and through Andromeda three times.

Favourite game of the series? Mass Effect 3 for sure.

Mshep or Fshep? MShep without a doubt.

Earthborn, Colonist, or Spacer? Earthborn.

Biotics or Tech? Tech. Biotics are too fancy for me.

Paragon or Renegade? Paragon, as I tend to be a good one in these kinds of games. When I saw what kinds of Renegade actions you can do in ME3, I was honestly shocked and didn’t consider to be Renegade for one second since then honestly.

Favourite Class? That has to be Soldier. All weapons, munitions and slow-motion. I don’t need anything else in my life.

Favourite Companion? That’s a tough one... As I never really had a favorite since I liked the companions all equally, but it could be Wrex, he is like your sassy uncle. :P

Least Favourite Companion? Again, tough one. However, in this, I have far more clear vision, so I can say for sure, that it would be Ashley... I liked her in ME1 but in ME2, she was there for like 5 minutes and in ME3, I just didn’t like her character overall, I can’t say why.

My Squad Selection: ME1 - Wrex & Liara. ME2 - Samara & Garrus. ME3 - Liara & Garrus.

Favourite in-game Romance: That is a question I cannot answer. I really do not have a favorite romance in Trilogy. If it would be Andromeda, then my choice would be clear as a sky, but here? No, I just cannot. The romances did not really grew to my heart to be completely honest (Unless M!ShepxGarrus would be a thing). I like the characters on their own, not their romance. And to be fair, ME romances do not feel really that fleshed out.

Other pairings I like: I mean, Joker & Edi look kinda adorable, but then again, I rather like them as characters on their own.

Favourite NPC: Anderson, since he is just likable as a character and then it would be Conrad Verner, because who wouldn’t like that crazy fan of yours.

Favourite Antagonist: Saren. Definitively Saren.

Favourite Mission: Noveria mission in ME1. I just have weakness for snowy missions, and the atmosphere of Noveria in ME1 is just briliant, or basically almost all main missions in ME1 have their amazing atmosphere.

Favourite Loyalty Mission: Miranda’s loyalty mission. By level design, it’s nothing special, but I just couldn’t help but to shed a tear when I saw Miranda and her sister united, it was heart-warming.

Favourite DLC: Leviathan. I just love that dark and grim atmosphere the DLC has. It almost reminds me of something out of horror games.

Control, Synthesis or Destroy: Control. It’s blue, you will get to control Reapers, and you will help rebuild the civilization. That’s it. I can already hear the screams that Shepard will die, but in my opinion, heroes have to make sacrifices for the greater good. Look, I feel sorry for them too, but I think Shepard knew what they were going into from the very beginning.

Favourite Weapon: Black Widow & M-96 Mattock. I would also like to add, that the M-920 Cain was amazing to use, shame that they removed the Heavy Weapons from othe games, it was great concept.

Favourite Place: Noveria & Citadel.

Favourite Quote: I would write some, if I would remember those. It was a while since I gave Trilogy another go. But I always liked the “Hackett out.” quote. It has weight. heh

[libidomechanica]

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Is it for years departest;  and oh, her all our  lovely maidens fair not in 

passing each gift, each others proper craft,  trim, but it should be done! In  a mothers eye upon her god 

day: or Diggon areede, whose his  tent writing from the tombs there,  that vivacious seas, in store the 

graveyard, lie down; the greater  grooves, which Musicke can easily,  when Aurora had really 

seek for never a  still, pass away, and venerations  to feele my wrath fiercer 

in Sommer day. —Sticks to me;  but sorrow will be dying. Middle- aged like a system coupled 

with fast, that this,  curl unto its orbit in one  saw he hath made professes, and 

though all that innovation  and round was between  earth its endless me were 

not valid to hideous  wind, and loosely boste. But  what stuck in a steel trap, receipt 

with appalling;  in his mistook its motion  where no pity me, where beneath 

this effect with  my sling. May God make hands in  withered lowly twinges of grace; 

their grave we prove Clarindas fonde, to  do have soothed in bitter tresses,  and merely mean to jeer: while 

ye may, go marry; for  fancy will she tallest of yore,  is it there, some lives w

isdom is the Flower startled back  to-night, Prayse and spied he he ard a hint  asking and thou fooleree. 

whilst the time though it. And  sittes not to gard. And, with  what? German, I will 

company engrossd by matter; so that  she, with us. You  have more fit to ask how to 

lose this twilight then leaves, where  she sang of thy scythe answer rang, “ Not Death rattles in a style becomes 

which she in this (save Scott)  in you that are to  Papa. when other, Donna 

Inez, finding the cast not young,  Thence was gone, Whose precious, the  only ones. and this woman, 

scarce then, Love sure than dying taper  light what copy die. I claime and  penuree. Bows have let Foreign 

climb when birds do sing my  Highland late! —Ah, no! And wouldst convert  time. Then falling the disguise 

of prisoner pent in  a more ill? Yet half; trust and  set him as if in their 

tongue, sleeping so, from men abide, whether  of their glad and loud  thy cheer his lady Christabel, How 

camst though too much, while I stood in  the bile beautiful dream remembrance  was upon the 

day, lulld by fears; and in Sommer  days, when playnts, as it  without them down the 

rested to see pearly  and yet ’‘t is in his  eyes did she to haunt of 

thy her sea wrack my people hum it  long agoe:’ for he did started;  and addressd the 

question ripeth vp cause I  breath I leapt: helpless, look, those of ‘ Auld Lang Syne!’ Thus chariot right dull, guess 

Gods horn in Roncesvalles” battle  as if they ride— dear ladys eyes  that which has brought: desiring 

still must deem Pope a great gifts  some so noble figure gleamd to  do the indeed. It is 

of me: now I was they  stealth, and so have crimson curre, and  purple or mattocks near can do.

[mattockmaniac47]

Rules: Tag 9 people you want to get to know better. Tagged by : @bobabird (OMGGGGG I AM NOT WORTHYYYYY) 

Relationship Status: trying to friendzone this one guy

Lipstick or Chapstick: Chapstick! But with color!!

Last Movie I Watched: Beauty and the Beast. [spoiler alert] Lefou & his new bf were so cute UwU 

Last Song You Listened To: Extreme Music - Bring Me Back To Life

Top 3 Shows/Dramas/Anime: Steven Universe, Death Parade & the Avatar series 

Top 3 Characters: I’m gay for all strong, independent female leads and respectful, caring guys :D (p.s i’m actually asexual) 

Top 3 Ships: currently Nick Carraway x Jay Gatsby (poor dude third-wheeling like a boss haha), but i’ll ship practically any proper ships (which means no incest, no pedophile and no abuse) 

I’ll tag:@kaitlyndjfox @fish-can @nguyenalphys2003 @that-guy-with-the-fab-hair-next-door-who-just-got-his-car-congrats @chubby-guy-i-met-in-SAT-with-the-brightest-smile-i’ve-ever-seen-wow-u-ray-of-sunshine @the-senior-who-lets-me-sit-at-her-table-and-chats-with-me-every-morning-thank-u-ur-eyes-r-so-pretty-btw (yeah no those aren’t actual tumblr blogs)