#now i’m back into atla :D

[leejihoonownsmyheart]

💫brie ily :((

i feel so alone right now and it hurts so fucking much and i just feel for you sm cuz,,, being lonely sucks and i want you to know that you arent alone and like this might not help rn but you will always always !!! have me youre amazing i admire you sm and like whenever you feel like you dont have anyone you can!! rant to me!! <3<3

you:🧍‍♀️🧎‍♀️:me

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Hi 💫 anon ily :( I’m sorry that we are both struggling with feelings of loneliness it can be so… suffocating… you also aren’t alone!! If you ever need someone to talk to you can always rant to me too!!

[blueparadis]

╰┈➤ ATLAS✦ DILUC RAGNVINDR.

⟣ ──┈ · · · + synopsis ➢  Wearing a bunny outfit was indeed a good idea to attract customers but little did you know, it would attract the attention of the owner of Dawn Winery.

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⟣ ──┈ · · · + cw ➣ bar tender!fem!reader x diluc rangnvindr, explicit smut, piv sex, semi-public, unprotected, cunnilingus, s/d dynamics, soft-dom!diluc, mentioned aftercare. 1,4k word count. | blog navigation + koct’23 masterlist. |

“What a pleasant surprise is this” The familiar deep voice puts a cease to your merry humming. You turn around facing none other than the owner of Dawn Winery, Diluc Raghvinder, your master. Has he been waiting here? Alone?  In the dark? 

You try to brush him off by stacking the bottles from the crate one by one, carefully and slowly so as not to break any of them. “I had to get more customers somehow,” your tart reply makes him walk towards the door and press the knob to close it. He is standing right beside the door. If you were to go out of the wine cellar, you have to solely depend on your luck and so far it has not been shining on you lately. 

“I’m not done talking,” He scoops you against his body as his voice echoes in the room. 

“Well, it can wait, can't it, master Diluc? The bar is overflowing with customers by Archon’s grace and I need to be on my way to serve them.”You struggle in his grasp as you speak, trying to get out of his arms that caged you the more you tried to retaliate against his touches. This is not the first time he has been sneaky, actually, he has a history. You have gotten used to it somehow. You would have let him turn the wheel like he usually does but not right now.

“Wait. Wait.” With a low husky voice, a huff in between he speaks again. This time softer, “I— I’m sorry, alright? I shouldn't have snapped at you the other day, when I said you weren't doing your job right enough.” His breath fanned against your ears as he slid his nose all over your upper chest, at the exposed area, and having his arms locked around your stomach was not helping either. 

“Let me go—I've got work to do.” You still protect, try to deflect his soft, slow, and steady touches. It always starts like this but ends up with him sinking his teeth onto your skin, marking you his, reminding you of him wherever you try to go, however far you try to run.

“Don’t,” Diluc muttered, undoing the strings of the first hook. You could feel your boobs relax, chest muscles free of tension and pressure. “You have done enough,” Turning you towards him to face his body, he slipped his fingers along your inner thigh at the lining of your dress playing with it. He must add that the stockings added a great flavor to your dress, not to mention to your alluring aura and how you carried yourself around the elites, guests, regulars, and normal customers but it is a hindrance now. “You have done enough my sweet bunny.” He repeated with a honey-dewed tone before tearing the stockings, running and sliding his hands up and down your thighs. His touches are not gentle anymore. It is rough and intense. 

“Wait— Sir Diluc,” You moan as his tongue travels along the column of your throat followed by his soft lips placing open-mouthed kisses. Diluc does not provide you another chance to talk, to resist rather you are lost in his crimson gaze as he pulls the string at your back undoing most of it, at least to have a good look on your nipples.

“Your nipples are hard.” He exclaims looking at them, insatiably making you push his chest but he is bigger than you, stronger than you. Even if your hands are mobile and free, there is nothing much you can do. It is adorable that you are still resisting. “Tell me bunny, did it turn you on walking around like this among those customers?” He leans towards your face whispering, “Or does the thought of making me hard during work turn you on?” 

Holding both of your palms in one fistful grab he arches his hips against your waist letting you feel his boner. If his hungry gaze did not make you wet while you were serving drinks at the bar, feeling his hard-on sure did. Diluc actually gave you time to answer yet it led to nothing but another disappointment. His patience was running out of time. You were like a rabbit in his trap and he could not just wait to devour you, have his way with you.

“Ya’know it is rude not to answer, especially your master.” He says with a brooding look on his face. His voice is steady, nothing mere of annoyance can be pointed in his way of talking either but the way he keeps his eyes on you tells everything. 

“nei—neither.”

“Sorry. What was that?” Now he is just playing with his food. “Couldn't hear you properly. Come again?” He paused, looking at your hands that rested perfectly on his chest. “Or I should just check it by myself,” Before those words could register in your brain, he swiftly turned you around, pushing you onto the table. 

“Wai-wai-wait-wait” you blabber but it is too late. You could feel his hands over your ass cheeks, caressing roughly and now your red bunny outfit was in tatters. Your face laid hot against the glass of the wooden table as your master crouched down. Taking a good look he exclaimed, “what a pretty little liar.” 

His fingers are now teasing your wet clit, exploring and rubbing them. “What a fat pussy you have,” he says before lapping his tongue from the base to up your buttocks. An elongated groan escaped his mouth along the strain in his trousers growing more and harder to bear. 

“Ahh! Sir Diluc, please . . . more.” A stifling moan finally escaped your lips. Diluc spread apart your pussy lips apart and started to suck and lick alternatively with so much zeal, as if he was given the an opportunity to taste the finest wine in Mondsndat. 

The squelching and sucking noises were getting louder and louder while your body was slowly giving in, submitting to his urges. Your mind might be heavy on how unethical it is to have a physical relationship with your boss, but there is no way your body can deny him now. He has become your need, your saviour.

“Sir Diluc . . . Sir . . .Diluc. . . Diluc.” 

There was no response other than the wet noises that Diluc elucidated with his mouth at service. But seeing you all fidgeting and restless, your arms stretching to reach your clit, legs quivering and growing apart further he finally stood up. Unzipping his pants, springing free his cock out his trousers he grabbed your hips. 

“I’m putting it in,” He said but rather delayed it by smearing the cockhead with your juices. A jolt full of shivers ran through your nerves, skin coating with goosebumps before he pushed his cock to the tip in one full strong stroke. He was not joking when he warned you. Another prolonged groan before Diluc started to snap his hips against yours — deep and rough, calculated and hard; each stroke hit your sweet spot with so much precision that you had to cover your mouth from moaning loudly.

With your shame coagulated at the core of your throat, Diluc rasped, “This is my house. My property.”He hovered above you, kissing your shoulders, and said, “Tell me, darling, who exactly do you fear ?” And a harsh slap landed on your ass eliciting a shrill moan from you. His strokes are getting more erratic now. “Keep those pretty moans coming. Think you can do that for me?” he coaxed as he pulled you up holding you against his body, close to his chest.

“Yes. ’course. Sir Diluc.” You reply with vision blurred, the red bunny outfit layered at your belly button and the bottom part was in ruins. Diluc could not help but be impressed at your obedience. “Good Girl.” he praises “My good girl.” As he grabs your tits before hammering his cock into your hole again, panting and moaning; singing along with you in the same melody. 

Your nostrils could no longer smell the sweet aroma of the wines, rather the smell of sweat mixed with expensive cologne hit your nostrils. With a few longer and broad strokes he cums, and finishes inside you. His hands let go of the harsh hold on to your body but clasp around you with his cock still inside you, as both of you come down from high.

You finally reciprocate his touches as you hold his palms, and interlace your fingers with his. As you kiss his hand, he murmurs, “Didn't know scolding you would make you wear a bunny outfit.”

You tilted your face to see him. With a smirk you reply,“didn’t know wearing red would do the trick.” with a wink.

[nhlclover]

atlas | trevor zegras

summary: your boyfriend comes home after a rough game, only to let his frustrations out on you

warnings: arguing & angst

a/n: happy end of season :)

word count: 0.99k

I turned the tv off after all the Ducks had walked down the tunnel after having given up 6 goals and marking none against Edmonton. The boys were exhausted and frustrated after an abysmal season. I was seeing that firsthand in my boyfriend. 

With every loss, he would come home a little less joyous than the one before. Trevor did a good job at leaving it all on the ice but he’s also the type of person that blames every loss on himself. He carries the weight of every loss on his shoulders, letting it pile up till it becomes too much. That leads to him taking his frustrations out on the ice and being reckless with how he does it. 

I knew it would take a minute for Trevor to get home, so I finished some chores while waiting for his arrival. I was just starting the dishwasher when I heard the door click open and shut, paired with him kicking off his shoes and his backpack dropping to the floor.

I enter the living room where Trevor’s shuffling through, unbuttoning his white dress shirt. He grimaces as he removes it, stretching out his arms. 

“Hi, my love.” I say softly, sitting on the edge of the couch in front of him.

“Hi.” He sighs.

“How was the game?” I ask, even though I know exactly how it went.

“Did you watch?” He asks me.

“Well yeah, of course I did but-”

“Then you know how it went.” He grumbles.

I’m slightly caught off guard by Trevor cutting me off and his curt tone, but I understand where it's coming from. I watch him grimace again as he rubs his shoulder, which I assume is sore from being checked into the boards by one of the Oiler's D-men.

“Are you alright?” I ask.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He replied sharply.

I sigh, getting up and standing in front of him, delicately placing my hands on his shoulders. “Hey, how about we take a hot bath together? Hmm? I can get the Epsom salts and maybe a couple of candles?” I ask him.

He finally looks into my eyes, but his are tired and slightly frustrated. “I’m just going to take a shower on my own.” He says.

“Are you sure?” I ask, rubbing my hands up and down his upper arms. “I mean you never turn down a bath.”

Trevor suddenly pushes my hands off and steps away from me. “Yes, I’m sure, holy shit.” He said in an exasperated tone. “Get off my back.”

“What the fuck, Trevor?” I ask, not bothering to watch my tone anymore.

“What?” He shoots back.

“Don’t say ‘what?’ like that.” I snap. “I don’t understand why you’re taking your anger out on me.”

“I’m not.” He grumbles.

“Yes you fucking are, Trevor! You’re being so short with me and for what?” I ask. Trevor runs his hands over his face and walks away from me.

“Whatever, I don’t need this right now. I’m going to take a shower.” He mumbles, heading down the hall and into our master bathroom. 

I feel like screaming, but I don’t out of fear of bothering my neighbours. I get that he’s stressed and frustrated, but it doesn’t excuse him being a complete and utter asshole. It feels unfair for his anger to be misdirected to me. When the shower turns on, I walk into our bedroom and prepare for bed. I try to fall asleep before Trevor’s done with his shower but I find myself kept awake by my anger and our unresolved argument.

I hear the shower turn off and a bit of movement in the bathroom before the door opens and Trevor begins changing. I stay still and shut my eyes, pretending to be asleep. I don’t have the energy to argue some more with Trevor tonight, so I hope that his attitude will change by morning.

I hear the drawers of his dresser slide open and shut as he changes into some sweats. He slides into our bed, and his arms snake around my torso pulling me close.

“I know you’re still awake, baby.” He whispers, pressing a delicate kiss to my shoulder. His tone is a stark difference from before, now soft and mellow, a hint of sadness trailing every word. “I’m sorry for how I was acting earlier and how I treated you. That wasn’t fair for you. Shit’s been difficult with work and I took it out on you, but you didn’t deserve that. I’m sorry.”

I let out a breath of air I had been subconsciously holding in, twisting around in his arms to face him. “Lay it on me.” He says, expecting my outburst to continue.

I chuckle softly, brushing his wet hair off his forehead. “I forgive you,” I say, knowing he truly didn’t mean to take it out on me. “But I need you to talk to me. Or Troy, or Jamie, just somebody. It’s not good for you to just let this all bubble up and then lose your temper like this when you get a little bit upset.”

“I know, I know.” He sighs. I pull him close, resting his head against my chest, our legs tangling together. “It’s just so fucking frustrating. It doesn’t matter how much I score if I can’t fucking get back and defend. I’m letting way too many shots get to Gibby or Stolie. And we’re just getting dominated in every game."

“You need to stop putting every loss on yourself,” I tell him. “It’s good to recognize what you need to improve on but at this point, you’re taking on the faults of others.”

He lets out a deep sigh and presses his forehead into my sternum. “I’m so proud of you, you know that right?” I ask him, feeling him nod in response. “I love you.”

“I love you more.” He replies.

[dailyadventureprompts]

So, I mostly just need some advice. I want to introduce stuff like the combat wheelchair into campaigns I run and play in, but some players say it’s “unrealistic” for stuff like that to be in a campaign because “why wouldn’t you just get greater restoration or regenerate casted on you or something”. I know that’s a bunch of bull crap, but I’m not sure what to say to convince them.

Heavy Topics: Disability in Fantasy

I'm going to start this off with saying that people with a lot more education and experience than me have written quite a lot about the inclusion of disabilities in d&d, and I encourage you to seek out their testimonials.

Next, you don't need to convince anybody about introducing things in your campaigns, especially when that introduction is specifically to highlight inclusion and diversity . They're YOUR campaigns, and people that cry "realism" when it comes to matters of inclusion are almost always covering up for their own prejudice.

Now what I can do with expert efficiency is address the bullshit claims that people try to use to support their prejudice, how it doesn't line up with the mechanics of the game, and how it doesn't line up with good storytelling.

TLDR: Disability is a fact of life, and so it is a fact of stories. In trying to brush it aside by saying " oh magic could fix everything" we also brush aside the lived experiences of millions of people, equally deserving as seeing themselves as characters in the fantasy epics we tell. Purely form a storytelling and world building perspective, it's also far more interesting to see how people adapt to challenges then it is to make those challenges simply not exist or be easily fixed by author fiat.

First lets talk over the mechanical issue: In vanilla d&d there's no way to restore lost limbs short of the regeneration spell, which is 7th level and thus requires a 14th level character to cast. 14th level characters are thin on the ground, meaning that your average person would have to undertake an arduous journey to find such a caster willing to perform this working , to say nothing of finding one willing to perform the service for any payment a commoner could provide.

Likewise, regeneration specifies that it's SEVERED limbs that are restored: rules as written it doesn't fix neurological damage, birth defects, or congenial traits. As someone who's needed glasses from youth onwards, I find it hilarious that a flimsy pair of lenses can fix what high level divine magic ( possibly even the wish spell) cannot, but that's more a matter of the designers thinking more about the lives of adventurers than the worldbuilding implicit in their rules.

Turning to 3rd party material and homebrew, we enter into some very interesting territory. There's much back and forth about magic that "fixes" disability outright and where I fall on the discussion tends to land on the idea that said magic lets the character overcome many of the hurdles of their impediment but doesn't negate it completely. Here's some pop culture examples:

Toph from ATLA is always go be the go to for disability representation in media: She's blind, but uses her earthbending powers to be able to sense vibrations in contact with the ground allowing her to "see". In a badly written show, this would totally negate Toph's disability, but thankfully ATLA is written by people who know what they're doing so instead Toph's blindness provides just as many novel drawbacks as it does advantages. Toph can detect things happening on the other side of walls and doors, but is vulnerable to projectiles that don't touch the ground. She can sense if people are lying, but can't read printed text. Force her onto a small, isolated platform or into water and you cut off her ability to see just as much as a fully sighted character in pitch black darkness.

Edward Elric from fullmetal Alchemist is missing an arm and a leg, and uses a pair of integrated robotic "automail" prosthesis which seem to give him all the functionality of a regular set of limbs. That said, any utility the automail provides is matched with whole host of downsides, ranging from their lack of touch, their weight causing discomfort, and the expense of having them in the first place. What's most pressing is that these limbs are mechanical and prone to malfunciton from overuse, requiring Edward to see a specific technician to get them fixed. When they break ( which is often) or simply require refitting, Edward needs to travel days or weeks out of his way and then suffer through a painful process of reattachment in order to get the use of his limbs back.

Professor Xavier from the Xmen is paraplegic, but in many depictions has some kind of hoverchair that lets him go out into the field and navigate difficult terrain without the aid of others or other mobility devices. While certainly an upgrade over a totally mundane wheelchair it again doesn't completely compensate for his inability to walk or his vulnerability should the chair be damaged or taken away from him.

With these examples in mind, we can look at how different 3rd party resources can model various forms of accommodation, giving characters with disabilities the utility they need to go out adventuring, without removing their disability in the first place.

The "combat wheelchair" is a great example of this, giving characters unique options while at the same time making them atleast partially reliant on a somewhat cumbersome object. In terms of logistics, it's not much different than having a centaur in the party and the fact that most dungeons aren't wheelchair accessible just means the party has to do maybe one or two more platforming problem solving challenges.

In my own time running steampunk games I’ve usually instituted a “misfire” rule onto most technology, including the ubiquitous mechanical limbs. A natural 1 using that limb means that the limb is suffering a malfunction, and until the malfunction is fixed, another natural 1 will break it. It’s an easy way to get across that these marvellous contraptions aren't perfect yet.

Now lets talk storytelling:

Upfront I'm going to say that I don't consider myself disabled,I have some mental health hurdles that I have to navigate on the regular, but my body works at a solid 6/10 most days. 

I think there’s a lot potential in examining disability in stories, and not just in the “overcoming adversity” inspiration porn sort of way. The loss of a limb can represent a sacrifice and the toll of war, prejudice against disfigurement can drive a character down a dark path, sometimes there’s no greater thematic reasoning behind it and a character is living with disability because that’s a thing regular people live with. What I will say is that disability introduces vulnerability, a theme that power fantasy games like d&d don’t often deal with as their centeral arc is about characters getting stronger and stronger and stronger until they can challenge the gods. 

Vulnerability runs counter to that desire for strength, but it makes a better story because what a character does with vulnerability makes them a more interesting character: Do they rely on others? Close themselves off? Come to terms with their weakness or strive to overcome it? These are all fascinating questions that you wouldn’t get to ask with a character that was 100% able bodied, well adjusted, and socially accepted.

It’s not a stretch to say that people who have regressive political views are terrified of vulnerability. that’s why the right-wing chuds are so vehemently opposed to the idea that someone with a disability could be a hero. To them, adversity is all about the superior overcoming the inferior, and the thought of someone with weakness or disadvantages, someone they consider “inferior” triumphing against someone stronger is a direct challenge to their place inside their own worldview.

Finally I’m going to leave you with something relating to vulnerability to consider from my own campaigns:

In my home games when someone fails their death saving throws, I generally don’t kill them, killing them cuts the narrative short and I want to see how things play out. Instead I give them an offer: do they pass on into death, or do they let me take something from them? 90% of the time they chose the latter option and I make things interesting. What happens to the master archer who can’t string a bow anymore, or the fame hungry bard who’s scars distract from their performance? What price will the wizard pay to regain the use of her eyes?  Forcing players to confront these questions takes a lot of tact, and a lot of trust, but always yields better stories but given enough time to develop.

Art

[lovingdabeessss]

CAN WE- *trips and falls over literally everything* CAN WE PLEASE

Talk about just how much Yang LOVES Blake

Yang loves this girl SO MUCH she made sure she ate she made sure she relaxed and rested and was feeling ok and was sleeping regularly yangs such a caring person she would’ve done a lot of this just cause they were teammates but she FELL for her and she fell so hard and All she wanted to do with those feelings was to do nice things for Blake with the only thing in return of just being around her

And then Ad*m comes in and fucks with Blake’s head and cuts off her favorite persons arm and Blake leaves Yang in a way she KNOWS Yang will be upset about that she purposely did so Yang would h a t e she says she wants her to hate her because of self destruction and self worth issues trying to punish herself and you know what??? After all that work to get Yang to be angry with her she’s NOT

girl spent two seasons trying to turn her crippling depression about Blake leaving into anger AND FAILED Blake left her after she LoST AN ARM in an attempt to save Blake (not Blake’s fault I love u) and she fully left immediately after with no explanation no note nothing thinking she doesn’t matter to Blake that Blake doesn’t care about her at all and Yang can’t find it anywhere within her to be really truly mad at all she makes eye contact with Blake when they reunite and yangs eyes are just only full of love and surprise

Have y’all- LISTENED TO ALL THAT MATTERS??? I’m im crying I’m crying just thinking about it I AAAAA

ITS JUST A SONG ABOUT HOW BLAKE COULD DO LITERALLY ANYTHING TO HER AND SHED STILL LOVE HER AND SHES SO UPSET ABOUT IT

SHE KNOWS BLAKE IS GOING TO HURT HER AGAIN BUT SHES SO DESPERATE TO JUST BE N E A R HER THAT SHE LETS HER IN SO QUICKLY

andANDAND AND yangs very touchy-feely right? She gives a bunch of hugs and stuff?? Maybe but she like historicity NEVER lets anyone touch her really no one can touch her on her bike not even Neptune in jr’s club she hit anyone who tried to touch her that weird bandit that worked for raven couldn’t she sent him out the door bouncing

But whenever Blake touches Yang like initiates the touch her eyes are immediately like 🥺🥺🥺🥺 like she’s so SOFT it doesn’t matter the situation the barn when fighting Adam whatever she just she MELTSSS on the spot instantly even just EYE CONTACT kills her on sight locking eyes with blake belladonna brings this girl down so quickly she’d do anything she said

Blake says she’s not stoked about arresting Robyn?? You wanna commit a war crime and tell her everything because we can do that if it makes you feel even a tiny itty bit better I love you so much

She cares so much about what Blake thinks of her that when atlas is fully going to hell she goes “you think she thinks less of me🥺🥺🥺” SHES SO WORRIED ABOUT IT she just wants Blake to like her she loves her so much she’s so worried what Blake’s gonna think of her

She’s SO SHOCKED AND NERVOUS AND HESITANT AND SOFT DURING THE CONFESSION I LOVE HER SHE NEVER EVEN THOUGHT IT WAS AN ACTUAL POSSIBILITY THAT BLAKE MIGHT LIKE HER BACK A N D WANT TO BE WITH HER

It’s so late it’s now morning im so sorry rwby fandom if my words make no sense

[fandomflotilla]

Things Beacon Students are No Longer Allowed To Do: Rule 54

54. “Atlas” is not a slur. You don’t need to bleep out “Atlas” and “Atlesian” in your After Action Reports.

54 a. We understand that tensions between Atl*s and the Faunus community are high. We also understand that the Atl*s Military also doesn’t have a great relationship with us, but censoring Atl*s and Atl*sian doesn’t help. Please stop.

(… - Prof. Goodwitch)

54 b. Students are not allowed to hack Beacon systems to censor words.

(How do they even keep doing this? - Prof. Goodwitch) (It’s impressive, at your request the Atl*s military upgraded your systems just a month ago. - Specialist Schnee) (… - Prof. Goodwitch) (Hang on. How is it censoring me? I’m on a secure Atl*s server. - Specialist Schnee) (Oh no. - Prof. Goodwitch)

54 c. This should’ve gone without saying, because it’s already incredibly illegal, but students are NOT allowed to hack Atl*sian Military systems. Even for dumb pranks.

(Weiss I know you’re involved somehow, please just turn the Atl*s censor off. Half of the general staff are becoming paranoid about infiltrators and Ironwood is starting to mutter something about atmospheric bombardment. - Specialist Schnee) (I had nothing to do with this! I don’t even know anything about computers so I wouldn’t know how to help. Have you tried turning it off and back on again? - Weiss) (HA. Funny one Winter. Atl*s can’t bomb its way out of this problem, Jimmy. - Prof. Branwen)

54 d. Now that Ironwood’s flagship has successfully had its dust-core deactivated, and reactivated again, solving the issue, the General has requested an audience with the parties involved. 75-25 he shoots/hires you.

(Uh…I was joking? You’d have to fly the airship all the way back to Atlas, tear half the ship apart, then use a literal metric ton of Dust to restart the core??? All that just so you can say “Atlas” again?!?!? - Weiss) (Rooting out infiltrators is worth any expense. And it was less politically costly to Atlas than the alternative. Thank you for your advice Ms Schnee. - Gen. Ironwood) (You’re…welcome? Wait, what was the alternative? - Weiss) (… - Gen. Ironwood) (James? - Ozpin)

54 e. Beacon would like to clarify that in the event of an atmospheric bombardment for ANY reason, Beacon students ARE allowed to use whatever force they deem necessary to remove the threat.

(Wait, he was SERIOUS? James, what the fuck, just get an IT guy. - Prof. Branwen)

[arc-misadventures]

Rebirth au: Does Jaune still have his imposter syndrome and some ptsd going strong? He didn’t really get any therapy for those back when, and his family has no reason to get him any now to their knowledge.

And does Jeanne still get practically everyone’s instant love while Jaune is still pretty much mostly overlooked despite them basically glued to the hip?

The Stillness of the Storm

Jaune sat on a fallen log near the lake that lay near their his home. He sat there, and basked in the warmth of a the summers sun, listened to the wind that gently blew threw his hair. His gaze never wavering as he saw the ripples upon the lake as he skipped stones across it.

He took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly, basking in this tranquil environment he found himself in. If only if it could have lasted just a little longer.

: Ah-ha! There ya are!

Jaune: Haa… You need something, Jeanne? If not, I’d like to be left alone.

Jeanne: That’s precisely why I’m here! You told mom, you we’re going to that lake, and you didn’t bother to tell anyone else.

Jaune: Didn’t bother to tell you.

Jeanne: Exactly! Why didn’t you tell me you were going to the lake, I would have joined you!

Jaune: You don’t have to follow me everywhere like a golden retriever now do you? Besides, did it ever occur to you that I wanted some time to myself, alone?

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: Noooo… No I didn’t…

Jaune: How rude.

Jeanne: I-I’ll go then… Sorry.

Jaune: No. No you can stay… Besides I want to talk to you about something.

Jaune patted the log, as he watched, Jeanne. She gave him a curious look before she walked over, and sat down next to him.

Jeanne: Talk about what?

Jaune: …

Jaune: We… We have the memories of our past lives… I remember nearly everything I experienced in that life. And, yet… I don’t feel bad about that life I lived.

Jeanne: What do you mean?

Jaune: I don’t feel any… Pain… From that past life. I felt hated, ignore, and neglected by everyone in that life. And, it only got worse after I met you, them the Fall happened, and… I carried so much pain for years… Then I saw you again, and it was just so happy when I died… And, now… There’s no longer any pain…

Jeanne: Nothing?

Jaune: Nothing. I thought I would be upset about something… Instead I feel fine. Happy. It feels…

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: Well… People are treating you the way you always wanted to be treated; with respect, and love. Mom, and Dad aren’t dismissing you, and are actually encouraging you, most of the time that is. You’re getting the, Huntsman training you always longed for. Maybe you’re just upset because you finally got what you always wanted, and you just don’t know how to react to it.

Jaune: Hmm… That kinda makes sense. Not that bad all in all.

Jeanne: Honestly I thought you would be going through some PTSD shit right now…

Jaune: For what? I’ve more, or less come to terms with all of things that happened to me, and all the things I did as well. The Fall, losing, Pyrrha, killing, Penny, killing, Cinder, them dying. I’ve accepted it, I’ve made peace with what happened in that life.

Jeanne: Really? I thought there would be some trauma from something you’ve experienced; I mean you saw a lot of people get killed, and even killed… Wait, did you say you killed, Penny. As in, Penny Polendina?!

Jaune: Yeah, I killed her. D-Didn’t I mention that?

Jeanne: NO?!! Why the hell would you kill such a sweet girl?!

Jaune: Oh… Well I guess it’s story time then.

Jeanne: It better be a good one!

Jaune: Okay…? Anyway, this was during the fall of, Atlas. Penny was hacked, she became this homicidal android that you see in those shows.

Jeanne: Penny was hacked? What was it some sort of semblance?

Jaune: No, she was literally hacked.

Jeanne: Like a computer?

Jaune: Yep.

Jeanne: The hell are you talking about?

Jaune: Oh, you probably wouldn’t have know about this… Yeah, uhh… Penny was, is, will be? Penny’s an android!

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: S-Seriously…?

Jaune: Yep. Seen her schematics myself.

Jeanne: Okay… Kinda explains why she’s so quirky… So, you killed her because she went murder bot on you?

Jaune: No… Penny had the, Maiden powers…

Jeanne: Mystical wizard energy.

Jaune: Yeah, so she was hacked, so in order to save her, Team RWBY used the, Relic of Creation to create her a new body, this one was made of flesh, and blood. So she was free from her corruption. After that we used the, Relics powers to escape the destruction of, Atlas. It made these magical bridges that lead to, Vacuo. Then, Cinder, and her companion, Neo got on, and attacked us. And, during the fighting, Penny got hit… It was fatale… So in order to stop, Cinder from getting the, Maiden powers, Penny asked me to kill her. And, I…

Jeanne: Killed her…

Jaune: Yeah, I did… Haa… I’ve accepted that fact I did that, and I’ve long since come to terms with what I did that day, and how necessary it was… But, it seems I still don’t like talking about it…

Jeanne: Whoa… You never caught a break now did you?

Jaune: Nope. Never did. Haa, enough about me, and my past trauma. I’ve had enough with living in the past…

Jeanne: Okay, but if you need to talk about it, about anything at all, I’m here for you.

Jaune: I know, Jeanne, I know.

Jaune ruffled his little sisters hair, before returning his gaze back to the lake. They stay there, basking in the silence until, Jaune broke the silence as a though stride across his mind.

Jaune: Hey, Jeanne?

Jeanne: Yeah?

Jaune: I haven’t noticed, but are people still treating you as little miss perfect?

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: Ehhh… No… No they are not~!

Jaune: …?

Jeanne: …

Jaune: What did you get?

Jeanne: W-What I didn’t get anything! What, just because I have a cute face, and a smile that shines like the sun, you think I would instantly be given some sort of gift?! That, such an outrageous accusation, absolutely so!

Jaune: …

Jaune: What did you get.

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: A 30% discount on my new weapons…

Jaune: 30%?!

Jeanne: I just smiled, and said thanks for her creating my new weapons, and she gave me the discount on the spot! I wasn’t planning on getting a discount!

Jaune: Wait… Didn’t you say you went to this armourer when you first got your weapons made…?

Jeanne: Uhh…

Jaune: Meaning you knew if you flashed her your pearly white, and that weird sunshine smile thing you’ve got you would get a discount didn’t you…?

Jeanne looked away from, Jaune nervousness etched in her face. She returned, Jaune’s gaze with her most endearing smile, smiling from cheek to cheek. A halo of light illuminating her golden hair, all the while, Jaune stared on with the most deadpan expression he could muster.

Jaune: …

Jaune: Imma throw you into the lake now.

Jeanne: W-What?! Hey, put me down!

Jaune: Into the deep with you!

Jaune picked, Jeanne up effortlessly, and hurled , Jeanne into the lake. She screamed in terror as she flew through the air where she landed with a hard splash. She emerged from the river a few moments later sputtering, and wiping her long hair out of her face. She shot daggers at her brother as he smugly smiled at her.

Jeanne: Jaune?! Now I’m all wet!

Jaune: Just use your semblance to dry yourself off, you should be fine. Hopefully…

Jeanne: You know I don’t have such fine control over my semblance yet!

Jaune: Then learn to!

Jeanne: Grrr!!!

Jaune: Now quit playing around, supper should be ready soon. And, you know how mom gets when were late.

Jeanne: I’m not playing around! And, are you going to help me, or what?!

Jaune: Mmmm… No. imma go now: Bye~!

Jeanne: What?! No! Come back here!

Jaune: You’ll never take me alive!

Jeanne: JAUNNNNNNE!?!

And, with that the twins ran back home; one cackling like a madman, while the other ran like hell to enact her vengeance upon her older twin.

All in all, just another typical day for the, Arc family.

[honeycollectswhump]

All That Matters

[masterlist]

prepare for very silly and self-indulgent 1800 words of comf... with some slight alluding to ava's past :D this is a callback (call-forward??) to Warmth! they cuddle so often that he instinctually remembers it post-recapture

CW: drunkeness, past pet whump (implied)

“Attie, wake up. We're home.” Aveline calls over her shoulder, while Atlas just grunts, his face sleepily mushed against the window of her car. 

After a moment, he stirs, leaning away from the window and looking around to search for her. It takes a while for his eyes –half-lidded and hazy– to focus on her, but he visibly relaxes as soon as they do.

It’s not far from her car to the front door, but the distance barely matters with Atlas’ state. Plus afterwards, they’ll still have to conquer the stairs, and Aveline can only hope that everything goes smoothly, that there is no accident, hope that she is prepared for an accident, and–

She stops that mental list from spiralling further. She doesn’t need to worry about accidents, everything is fine. 

Instead, she heaves Atlas out of the car, putting one arm around his waist to stabilise him and begging to God that he will at least try to help with the walking. In comparison to her Attie, she has always been small, and that has rarely ever helped her.

His head immediately lolls to the side, resting on top of hers, and Atlas sighs deeply, almost sinking into her embrace. It’s awkward, the way his hefty frame bends and leans on her like a puppet with its strings cut.

Carefully, Aveline directs and announces every step for him to follow as he clumsily tries to get his legs to cooperate. Despite what she considers his best efforts, Atlas nearly pulls them both down multiple times. Her never-aching bruises serve as enough proof for the frequency, and Aveline would really prefer to avoid more of those.

No amount of covering is able to hide freshly forming bruises from Atlas, who has spent enough of his lifetime receiving them. And without fail, seeing them would drive him near tears and to endless apologies for pain he wouldn’t be able to cause even if he wanted to.

Finally, they reach the front door of her cosy home, which Atlas has also made his. Aveline is already out of breath and rests Atlas against the wall to get her keys out. Immediately, he slides down in a fit of nonsensical giggles.

It’s warm inside, thankfully. Aveline can still feel the chill on her skin from Atlas’ freezing touch. He had been lying in the grass for God knows how long, drunk and left alone by his so-called friends. Or maybe it was his own foolish decision to go home alone, even though he knows how dangerous that is and she just cannot understand why he’d do it anyways!

She takes Atlas’ hands to pull him up again and he looks at her, confusion creasing his brows again, even though he can barely keep his eyes open.

“Wha…what ‘m I”, Atlas pauses as if willing his tongue to form the words, “doin’ ‘ere?” 

She hates this, she really does. But it doesn’t matter.

“You’re home.” Aveline sighs. “It’s like four in the fucking morning and you called me.” She stops herself. “No, forget that. It’s good that you called me. The rest doesn’t matter, let’s just get inside, please.”

“M’kay”, he slurs, his eyes closed. 

For a second Aveline thinks he will fall asleep right then and there, but then he gets on his hands and knees and starts crawling inside. Still, he is swaying heavily and crashes into the doorway at one point, when she offers him help. 

“I can… I can do… this! Bes–besides, I’m used…”, Atlas swallows thickly, “I… know this.”

Something about that makes her sleep-addled brain feel… off?

Aveline closes the door behind him, taking in a deep breath. Now that she is surrounded by the welcoming warmth of her home again, her exhaustion comes back crashing in, and she is barely able to stifle a yawn. 

Atlas is already losing the battle against his shoelaces, with clumsy fingers grabbing at nothing. His head keeps falling forward like it weighs too much for him to hold up and he is blinking repeatedly, as if that would clear his blurry vision. Only with her help is he able to free himself. 

“You think you can make it upstairs, big guy?” Aveline asks, laying one hand against his cheek to stabilize him. Almost instinctively, Atlas leans into her touch. His body follows, slumping heavily against her.

Sometimes, it confuses her how such an imposing guy can make himself so small, when he curls up against her, seeming to chase any warmth possible.

The thought makes her heart ache and she wraps Atlas in a one-armed hug, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. 

Her Attie. 

He lets his head drop against her chest, as she plays with his hair. It’s the closest thing to “petting” him that she will do and it calms him quickly. It usually does. 

Against her touch, Atlas’ breathing starts to even out, his eyes slipping shut. It’s as good as any sign that it’s now or never to get him into bed. Aveline can just barely manage the task of moving him when he can stumble along. It becomes all but impossible when he is fully asleep.

With a smile on her lips, she nudges him a couple of times, until he blearily opens his hazy eyes again, making a confused noise that disappears into a hiccup.

“Come on, Attie. Up you go.” With that, she hoists him up again, slinging one of his arms over her shoulder, holding it tight with her own. Atlas overcorrects, throwing their fickle balance off-centre sending them stumbling into the nearest wall and Aveline prays to God that it won’t leave any unfortunate bruises this time.

Atlas braces himself against the wall and it takes her a moment to find a more secure position with her other arm wrapped around his waist before she continues their journey up the stairs. Sometimes, Aveline wonders if Atlas even guesses at the worry this brings her every time. 

What if they fall down? What if she slips and sends him tumbling down the stairs? What if anything happens and he breaks something or ends up with a concussion or hypothermia if she can’t get to him fast enough? What the hell is she supposed to do when she can’t even bring him to a fucking hospital?! 

Doesn’t matter. Stop.

This Atlas, the one that is not in her thoughts, dying hundreds of frightening deaths she couldn’t prevent, seems completely oblivious, babbling on about what Aveline assumes is a drinking game they played. However, she is pretty sure he is mixing up at least two if not three different games and frankly, he is not explaining them well. 

When they reach the top Aveline is panting with exhaustion. Atlas is already quite hefty and it doesn’t help that he is as good as dead weight in her arms, his legs just barely cooperating. 

She tries to steer him into his room, the old floorboards creaking under their feet, but Atlas resists, shaking his head vehemently.  

“No… no, please… I don’ wanna… no”. 

Oh. Right. 

Even blackout drunk, Atlas is eerily good at begging, the words sounding too desperate to fit the playful lilt of his voice. The reminder makes her stomach drop. 

He stumbles out of her grasp and away from his room as if he can’t stand the sight of it. He barely makes it down the hall, clinging to her doorframe after just a couple of unsteady steps.

“Atlas, what…? What are you doing?”

Atlas, her dear Attie, flinches so hard he tumbles back onto the floor, lowering his head and fixing his gaze on the ground.

“‘M sorry. I wanna sleep… wanna sleep here. ‘M sorry. Please?” 

It breaks her heart, the way he avoids her eyes. Even without seeing it directly, she knows there are tears in his. It feels twisted to hope that he hides them from some sense of embarrassment, but it’s better than the fear that tears are forbidden.

“Please, Ava… I don’ wanna be ‘lone.” Atlas pleads, mistaking her silence for rejection. In an instant, Aveline kneels down in front of him, closing the distance he surely imagines to be greater.

She can try to pretend that she gives in just for Atlas, to calm him down in what she already knows is a too-vulnerable state. But it would only be a sad attempt at covering the truth that Aveline will already spend half of her night checking up on him, to make sure that he is still breathing. In the end, that’s the only thing that matters.

“It’s alright. Of course, you can. I won’t leave you alone, Attie, I promise.” As if the decision is any trouble for her. As if it doesn’t calm the ever-present worry gnawing at the back of her mind.

The effects are instant though. Immediately, his shoulders slump in relief and his features relax. Atlas meets her gaze with tears shining in his eyes and lets himself fall back into her embrace, squeezing her tightly. Aveline can only just catch herself before she topples over from the unexpected weight, but it’s worth it. 

It takes even more energy she hardly has anymore, but Aveline manages to lift Atlas up again, just enough to sit him down on her bed. Promptly, he flops down, somehow worming his way under her blanket despite his incoherent state.

After a moment, she changes back into her pyjamas that she left haphazardly lying on the ground after she got the call to pick Atlas up, and joins him under the warm blanket. Atlas is still in his day clothes but she has decidedly not the energy to do something about that, and much rather deposits the responsibility of cleaning onto her tomorrow-self.

In no time at all, he wraps her in a loose hug, sighing into her hair. Aveline doesn’t mind, even if his breath carries the biting scent of alcohol.

“Missed you tonight,” Atlas mumbles. “Was nice… jus’ not the same.” A sigh escapes him. “You wouldn’t… wouldn’t let it get… this bad. ’M sorry, Ava.” 

Aveline can’t bring herself to say It’s alright. It just isn’t. But he can’t change what he’s already done and she loves him anyways, always.

She pulls herself closer to her Attie, pressing her ear to his chest, right above his heart. The exasperation, the worry, the exhaustion, none of it matters if she is just able to hear his heartbeat, to feel his breath on her hair. He is alive.

Atlas is alive and that is all that matters.

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Swag, tell me about your BG3 character, I’m curious about what you play !! :D

rubbing my hands together evil style. wampus you have no idea what you've unleashed

this is my bastard son: Samuel Alastine :D he goes by Sam but everyone calls him Sammy ^_^

his personality is like if you combined chip jrwi + sokka atla and made a really sappy fucked up love child. he's such a sarcastic little bitchboy at all times who loves being a bastard and charming his way into and out of situations (the consequences of his actions). he really focuses on the actions of the people and how they treat others as a sign of if he should trust them or not, when asked by Withers the question on how much a single human life was valued i had his answer READY lmao he was instantly responding with "it depends on the person's actions." he definitely has a weak-spot for kids though, he went through a rough childhood, but he doesn't consider it "important" and he trys to keep it as close to his chest as possible.

he's a tiefling sorcerer and i decided to make his sub-race a dragonborn tiefling so he could get the specific type of spells i wanted. i think my plan for progressing him is to focus my general skill-tree to be skewed towards how his personality would fight instead of whats most practical, and for him that definitely means wiping out multiple people in one flashy go with ZERO back-up plans. the amount of times he's had to get one of the other party member to revive him is insane, so he tends to leave that part out of the big flashy tales about his adventures. he loves showing off and bragging so much genuinely again think sokka atla just an absolute loser bastard who tries to take credit in a loving way. he would kill and die for his friends he just shit-talked as beneath him and side characters 5 seconds ago, and if someone else tries to also talk bad about them he's throwing hands and swinging on them in an instant with his whole 8 strength

speaking of which i skewed by skills so badly by putting the free +2 modifier to charisma to give him a 17 bro i coulda blanced his skills a little more and made all of his attacks do more than a grand total average of like. 2. maybe 3 if youre lucky but i DIDNT because im not a COWARD!!!!!!!!!!!!! so now he just flops over if he gets breathed at wrong or is out of spell slots like god intended. but at least he knows how to flirt GODBLESS

also also i definitely think his current party is going to remain his favorite and most trusted for the whole game. he's adventuring with Shadowheart, Wyll, and Astarion right now and they fit him so perfectly its actually insane. he loves how forward thinking Shadowheart is and is willing to follow her, and respects her for keeping her secrets while still letting him make fun of how closed off she is. (realizing now that my playful banter i try to give him might be the romancing options. but like. yeah he would try and do that she would never go for it though.) ((maybe)) and he absolutely adores Wyll's heroicism and looks up to him in a way, full of nothing but respect for how selflessly he acts and how he fights with confidence. he's an especially big fan of how he treats kids, knowing he never would have gotten that same kindness and it was nice to see the cycle be broken and someone make a change. and astarion he just wants to fuck LMAOOOO he loves the conversations they have and while astarion saying "oh yeah btw how do you wanna die when that worm in your brain spreads. like do you want poison or a knife" should normally be offputting thats EXACTLY his kinda humor and flirting. he said knife btw ^_^ purely because at the beginning where astarion jumped him he pinned him to the ground and held a knife to his throat and he really wants that to happen again but you didn't hear that from him. nuh uh.

anyway im having so much fun playing this game fully in character i see why the council did it that way now !! this is so silly goofy and fun i love going "oh wow any normal self respecting person would NOT say that to the random person they just met. i dont want to pick this option but youre not gonna believe this chief, its What My Character Would Do" every 5 fucking minutes for a new dialog this game is awesome im gonna go die in a combat now goodbye [vanishes into the woods] [the camera very clearly shows me hiding behind a tree thats too skinny for my body asking someone off screen if he's gone yet]

[platonic-f-o-things]

HI HELLO I HOPES THAT YOU’RE DOING WELL!!!!!!!!!

I dunno if you remember me,but I sent an ask here back in the summer of 2022!! It was about my Parental F/o,DJ Subatomic Supernova!! (I LOVE YOU SPACE DAD!!!)

Anyways…I have a new friend!! Or…pet?? I suppose?? He has very human-like inteligence!!

IT’S MY GARCHOMP FROM POKÉMON VIOLET!!!! His name is Atlas and I adore him!!!!!

He’s a big boye!! (I like to think he’s about the size of an Alpha Garchomp despite not being from Hisui!!)

He’s also my ace!!!

Random Hc,but I like to think he sorta thinks HE’S the trainer in a way?? Usually the Pokémon looks up to the trainer,but Atlas kinda thinks I’m the one that looks up to him?? It’s kinda parental!! I dunno how to describe it n a way that makes sense but that’s what I can do!!!!

Anyway,I LOVE THIS BIG SHARK JET CREATURE!!! I WANNA PAT HIS STAR PATCH ON HIS SNOUT!!!!!

(Also funny since this is my second shark f/o,the first one being Captain Fishook from Luigi’s Mansion 3,as a parental f/o!!!)

(Also also THANK YOU SO MYCH FOR DOING THIS!!!!!!! I CAN’T THANK YOU ALL ENOUGH FOR IT!! YOU’RE ALL AMAZING!!!!!!)

OOOOO WELCOME BACK :DDDD SPACE DAD LOVES YOU TOO SM SM SM ♡♡♡♡♡

YO GARCHOMP ARE SO COOL I LOVE THAT YOU HAVE ATLAS IN YOUR LIFE NOW ♡!!!!! He seems so big and able to help protect you during your travels across the region :D! Have you any stories of your time together? How did you first meet- was he hatched? Did you find him as a Gible? :o??

I LOVE that you have shark f/os, sharks are SO SPECTACULAR ✨️💙🦈 !!!!!!!!!!! Please know we'd love to hear about Captain Fishook too anytime too btw!!!!!!!

(aaaaaaa you're so kind, we appreciate your sweet gratitude ;--;! It's our pleasure to hype you up and enjoy hearing about your platonic/familial beloveds ♡♡♡♡♡!!!!!)

Ps. Do you have a favourite species of shark by any chance??? Or a couple of faves?????

[peoplepersonoaktree]

Is this how I reply to comments like this? Idk. Anyway~

@banana-pancake5 if you actually wanted me to answer this, here-

HOLY CRAP THIS IS GONNA BE LONG-

Hopefully not too long- I'll try not to rant too much, we'll se tho

so, the Au is your basic, “what if Mikey wasn’t able to open a portal?” Au, which has been done a whole lot, I know, but oh well. I’ve been working on it since like, July and I’ve only gotten to pg 19, so idk if I’ll ever finish it.

so, one day, in like, mid June, when I first started actually trying to draw the turtles, I started drawing a thing in this little baby sketchbook I have, based on the song “Georgia” by Jonah Kagen. And then I sent it to my friend. And then it grew and we eventually came up with this and this entire storyline. We just kinda plotted this thing out where like, two weeks after the invasion, Donnie starts getting these weird visions of Leo in the prison dimension because why not, and tries to get him back with Casey's help or whatever because he thinks that these visions mean that Leo's still alive. Here’s the original pictures because I think they can be in here-

Idk. I didn’t know how to draw clothes and still don’t 😃👍

I don’t think I’ll ever post the comic on tumblr or anywhere because I probably won’t ever finish it, but if I get to a certain point in the comic, (which is way far away) maybe I will. Idk.

*Cough* and then I also have a mini thing where I turned them all into mushroom people but that's a whole different thing-

NOW TO THE KID’S SHOW WHICH IS THE PART I’M ACTUALLY EXCITED ABOUT~

Like I said in this post, my friend texted me at like, 2 am on a school night, and was like, "Hey, hey hey... wanna write and animate a kid's show w/ me??" and I said heck yeah because I definitely have time for that. I asked her if she had any idea for what it would be about or anything like that and she did not, so we just kinda... pulled something out of the ground the next day and I ended up getting obsessed.

So, the kid's show...

We haven't figured out a name for it because we're both indecisive, which is... bad if you're trying to get something done. But we got characters and half a storyline settled!

So, the show is centered around four main characters, Atlas (A deer), Fern (A fox), Nutmeg (Mouse), and M I L D R E D (a chickadee). They're also in the post linked above.

The show would be about these four, going on little adventures, exploring the forest where they live, discovering odd creatures (thinking about adding in a few Acorn Creetchurs because that would be fun) and just living life

but as the series continues, the colors start to get more muted and the backgrounds start to get more gray, as if the life is being drained out of the forest.

one day, while exploring, they come upon this odd sort of... black goop that's spreading across the forest floor, infecting and killing everything it comes into contact with. Then, the four of them have to find a way to stop the spread of this odd goop. This goop represents pollution/deforestation, and we have a few ideas for how the goop started, one of my favorites being that it's controlled by some sort of animal spirit that grew up in a heavily polluted area and died at a young age because of the conditions and the only reason it's spreading is because it wants to be able to breathe fresh air and drink clean water for once, but it can't, because everything it touches immediately becomes polluted.

We both went into this knowing absolutely N O T H I N G about animating, so it'll probably be a few years until we're actually able to do anything with this, if we do anything with it.

That- that little animation is the most I can do with animation. That's the best I got.

[foggyfanfic]

Rant about ship wars in the ATLA fandom under the cut

With the live action coming out recently, I dipped my toes back in the ATLA fandom and I just… why are the ship wars STILL so vitriolic?! It ended like fifteen years ago, why are people still getting so angry about this? I guess these days I identify as a multi shipper (even if I will always have my favorite), because it’s actually not that hard to see the different ways different characters fit together. Honestly, it’s kind of fun to explore how Toph might foil Aang vs Sokka, or so on or so forth. I don’t know, there are ships I vibe with more than others, but they all have good and bad traits to them. They all bring out different sides to the characters and that’s fun. I can understand arguing why the dynamics of your Otp fit the show’s narrative better then the dynamics of your Notp, but why has it become a question of morals? Even at my most Thirteen I never saw my ship as morally superior to another ship because…? Why would I?

I get why people get up in arms for things like incest or pedo ships, I don’t think attacking somebody for their fictional ship is ok, but at least I get the outrage. Ngl I do tend to block that sort of stuff on sight cuz I don’t want to see it, but that’s kind of the point. This doesn’t need to be a huge drama. If somebody’s ship really bothers you that much just block the tag. Ta da! Now it’s gone, yaaay.

Sorry to rant, I’m just bummed I have to wade through essays on why shipping these two characters together makes you a rape apologist or a colonizer or whatever to get to the essays on themes and symbolism. I was scrolling on Reddit and somebody asked why there are people who don’t ship Kataang, like a fool I put in my two cents (I do like them but some of the season three writing decisions call for fix it fics). Oof! People did not like that. I didn’t even go into detail because I know one person’s “Hm :/“ is another person’s “Aaaw :D”, and I try to avoid raining on parades. I made an active effort to clarify this is my opinion and I’m only giving it to answer the question but I had a whole deluge of people acting like I shot their dog and danced on its corpse. The thing is I want to discuss what I see as weak writing because I know other people will have a different perspective than I do, and they can point out things that didn’t occur to me. I don’t want to fight anyone about cartoon characters kissing, but I do want to explore the story with other people.

Ah well, maybe if I give it another 15 years people will finally settle down.

[stitch1830]

I saw your last post about Lin harming herself at a young age and I’m curious, how would everyone react to canon age Lin harming herself?

Hi Anon thank you for the ask, and your patience! Very interesting thought, and I’m going to try my best to answer below!

Content warning: Mentions of self-harm.

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I’m not sure I have the answers as to why she’d start harming herself (perhaps again) once she’s older, but she did go through a lot for the past few years during LOK. I don’t think it would be unreasonable to think that she had some things to work through, but instead of seeking help from friends or professionals, she turned to what she did in the past.

I can see the Krew noticing a change in her behavior, they probably ask questions but she’s not forthcoming with responding and whatnot.

It probably takes them a while to realize what she’s doing, but immediately after they find out, they try to help her in whatever way they can.

The Krew are sad when they think back on the signs of self-harm and they wish they had done something to help her sooner.

I feel like the Suyin would be very upset to hear this. She just got her sister back and talking with her, and she finds out that she’s been keeping things from her in the process. There’s still a lot of trust that they’re trying to build between one another (if we’re following the canon story), and so perhaps once Lin stops harming herself, Lin and Su take the time to talk.

Tenzin would be distraught as well. He cares deeply for Lin, but he knows that he’s not someone that she goes to for help anymore. I can see it being especially hard on him if he helped her through self-harming issues when she was younger. To not be there for her now pains him greatly.

I don’t think Toph or Katara would catch wind of this information. But I’m sure they’d both be upset to hear about this. As to what they’d do, I think Katara would put on her motherly voice and talk with Lin as much as she could about this. I’m not sure what Toph would do. I think she’d probably be heartbroken, but she wouldn’t know what to say exactly that would make Lin understand how sad she is about this. She’s also probably filled with guilt, because their strained relationship is probably partly to blame for Lin doing this, but also the reason why she probably went to Toph last about everything.

Perhaps Toph doesn’t say much, but during a visit, she gets teary-eyed and her voice wavers and she grabs Lin’s hand and says, “I’m sorry, baby girl. You—I let you down. I’m sorry.”

Ouchies. Many ouchies—

But okay I think that’s all I’ve got right now! Thanks again for the ask, Anon, and if you have other questions you’d like to ask, feel free to do so! Thanks and I hope you have a great day!

……

Send me asks about ATLA, LOK, or anything! :D

[aquaquadrant]

Thoughts about the angsty Tango AU—

How long has Tango been captured for? If he was captured when he was younger would he have known how to read and/or write? How would he have learnt his redstone?

What made Tango want to escape? Like was he taken forcefully from his home and wants to return, or he can’t stand the tumblr sexy man ‘Doctor’ Atlas anymore?

Tango was successfully made to be a farm and ‘Doctor’ Atlas was talking something about investment. So more money to capture more people to become a farm or more money for more research to brainwash the player to become something like a robot to provide resources? That would be dark…

Were there other players who became farms? I’m pretty sure that with the success of Tango, Hels Tek would have wanted to expand. So enderpearl farms? Gold farms? Villager trading halls? Man the potential of Hels Tek is huge.

If thought 4 is correct, does Tango know about them?

And yeah that’s all my thoughts so far. Ill probably come up with a few more as the AU descends to it’s angst :D

OOOOO lots of things to consider here! number 1 will take a bit of explanation for how i headcanon minecraft to work, as a fictional universe. so the way i’ve envisioned it is that all players (ie. sentient humanoids that can respawn) are spontaneously spawned in their home worlds around the age of a small child (but not an infant, kinda like villagers LMAO). then they mature up to a certain point in adulthood before their physical growth kinda plateaus and stops? (like vampires HAH) so that’s how you have ‘ancient’ players like etho who still appear young.

for tango, he was spawned in hels and spent his ‘childhood’ kinda running amok and getting into trouble, like any hels kid (i view hels as basically an anarchy server, so there’s no infrastructure in place to take care of newly spawned players). he took an early interest in redstone and started fiddling with contraptions as a young teen. he was probably an older teen when he first encountered hels tek, and they didn’t actually take him by force. it’s a more complex story that i’ll save for another day 👀

2. tango wants to escape purely because of how miserable life at hels tek is. he’s trapped in a little 1x2 block enclosure, constantly experiencing both wither effect and regen, having his blaze rods farmed, and even occasionally dying. and the malicious treatment by the scientists certainly doesn’t help!

3. after the success of their tango tek farm, hels tek is definitely interested in doing research for more hybrid-sourced farms. their next goal is to fund a large-scale expedition across hels to locate and capture any player that’s a mob hybrid and potentially useful, and then develop farms for them (hence the need for investors who can provide resources and manpower).

4. tango is the first (and as of right now, the only) player that hels tek developed a farm for. once he escapes, it’s not really a matter of the resources (his farm was so efficient, they have a virtually infinite supply of blaze rods). no, it’s more about what he represents- the promise of future farms. and without him there to demonstrate the proof of concept, they’ll have a hard time convincing investors to fund them. so hels tek is quite motivated to get tango back.

5. tango isn’t aware of hels tek’s future plans, and doesn’t care much to speculate. all he’s concerned about is the chance of them coming after him, which haunts him constantly.

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Hello! I'm Sadie (she/her), and I'm an artist, game designer/developer, writer, bookworm and full-time geek. I was mostly going to be using this as an art blog, but art posts are going to be scarce at the moment because my physical health isn’t going so great and, therefore, I can’t really... do art. Tragically.

I have a bachelor's degree in game design and for some reason thought it'd be cool and fun to go back and do another one in creative writing (it is actually both cool and fun, usually).

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I’m compelled on this Halloween night to throw in my two cents about the whole Cinder issue currently being discussed in the RWDE/Anti-RWDE tags. Because there’s nothing scarier than a badly constructed story :D

More seriously though, the problem isn’t a clear cut failing on the part of a character (Emerald didn’t tell RWBYJNOR that Cinder was in Atlas), or on the part of critics (Stupid RWDE forgot a basic plot-point again). The problem is that RWBY doesn’t have the characters communicate on screen so we, the audience, are perpetually confused about how much the characters actually know. And if you’re not confused, that’s likely because you’re assuming something to clarify the writing on RT’s behalf, an assumption  that other RWBY fans might not share.

Things start out fairly straightforward in Volume 7:

Robyn’s party is attacked and the heroes realize that Tyrian is the culprit. At this point they can theorize that other villains like Cinder might be nearby.

The black, glass chess piece is left in Ironwood’s office. The characters now know pretty conclusively that Cinder is in Atlas, but not where.

With the exception of the Hound, the beginning of Volume 8 puts most of its emphasis on our antagonists instead, having the heroes face off against Ironwood (thematically) and the Ace Ops (literally). This leaves the main villains like Cinder as a side-note, at least from the heroes’ perspective.

Penny fights Cinder in Amity Tower but with the exception of Maria, she’s the only fighter who knows that Cinder is there.

Penny is then hacked and falls, spending the next few episodes unconscious/fighting Watts’ influence. There’s no time for her to report Cinder shenanigans. Meanwhile, heaven only knows what happened to Maria. She might not even be alive, let alone in a position to inform the group about Cinder.

Now, does Penny tell the group everything that happened when she comes back to herself? We don’t know because RWBY skips over important character conversations. This is a major problem for scenes involving secrets and subjective details (like Oscar telling Ironwood about Salem), but it also makes it really hard to keep track of what characters know about basic plot points too, things the audience has omniscient knowledge of, but that characters spread across a kingdom without reliable communication would need to piece together somehow. Did that happen off screen? We don’t know.

However, the last time Penny saw Cinder she was unconscious from their fight. Even if she did tell the group everything in between the hack and the group’s dining room conversation about Ambrosius, her report would likely include something like, “Cinder was out of commission last time I saw her.” AKA, maybe she’s not something we need to worry about right now.

Cinder is also carried back to the whale. Yang, Ren, Jaune, and Oscar don’t see her there. The whale then explodes, leaving the heroes intact, but Hazel vaporized.

Does the group realize Cinder got out before then? No, they don’t. They only encounter Emerald, Hazel, and Salem. Qrow and Robyn might have a decent idea that Cinder was the one who attacked their jail cell, but they’ve been in a separate group this whole time, unable to communicate with Ruby and the others.

Would the group assume that Cinder was killed if she was still in the whale? Who knows because we and the characters both don’t understand how Ozpin’s magic cane works. It appears to have damaged one person, but left everyone else intact. So Cinder is maybe unconscious. Maybe dead. Maybe off somewhere else entirely.

Now, flash-forward to the end of Volume 8 where the group is shocked - shocked, I say - to find Cinder thwarting their plans once more. Which leaves us with two main interpretations:

The group forgot that their longest-running villain was in the city trying to kill them. This makes the group of supposedly competent fighters look REALLY stupid. Personally, I subscribe to this reading because the episode’s final line is Ruby saying she hopes they’ve “thought of everything” and we close in on Cinder smiling evilly. That’s cinematography 101 for, “Oh no, the characters DIDN’T remember everything! Cinder is about to throw a wrench in their perfect plans!” The story HEAVILY implies that the group forgot about her. 

However, if we want to be charitable towards the characters and assume (that’s the kicker, we’re always assuming in this show) that they  remembered that Cinder was a threat in a general sense, then their surprise must stem from her remaining a threat right now. AKA, based on limited info from Penny, they may belief that Cinder has been temporarily defeated. Most of the heroes haven’t seen her in person. Penny was the last one to fight her and successfully knocked Cinder out. She was then taken to Bad Guys HQ, which subsequently blew up. Oh, and the former villain in their ranks hasn’t mentioned her at all. It’s likely that the heroes would have a “no news is good news” approach. Surely if Emerald isn’t bringing Cinder up as a problem, then she’s not a problem. If the characters are keeping Cinder in mind, the logical conclusion is that she’s not currently a threat, at least for the time being, because otherwise their new source of villain info totally would have mentioned that. She’s either still K.O.ed, or potentially even dead depending on what Ozpin’s magic might have done to her.

If you’re a former bad guy defecting to the heroes and are trying to prove your worth, it might be a good idea to mention that your boss, the one the hero sitting across from you recently defeated, actually recovered very fast, was tortured a bit, and then got sent on another mission to secure Watts. So she’s back out there causing problems! She’s on task right now to fuck things up with the brilliant scientist that took out your heat, crippled your defenses, and maimed Atlas’ general! That’s good to know, right? As we manage civilian evacuations and try to safely leave Atlas behind, maybe we should take a moment to consider what enemies are still out there and how to combat them? You know, the enemies one of us has intimate knowledge of because she was their peer all of an hour ago?

But we don’t get anything like this because RWBY’s characters don’t talk. It’s stupid both that Emerald didn’t offer information and that no one was grilling her on it. Instead of hashing out who knows what and why that’s important, we’re given vague speeches about the ethics of the situation, always culminating in a, “Everyone is on the same side!” conclusion. Except everyone isn’t. There are clear heroes and villains in RWBY, so it’s weird for the cast (a very large cast, I might add, supposedly filled with various viewpoints and approaches to their problems) to forget about one of the most prominent villains they’ve ever known. It’s even weirder that if they didn’t forget and instead assumed that they were safer than they actually were, that the former villain, Cinder-obsessed character didn’t correct them in-between giggling about her previous death toll.

The fact that Emerald doesn’t struggle at all to leave Cinder and Cinder, in turn, has no reaction to Emerald’s betrayal just highlights how little thought went into this “redemption” arc. If the story can’t be bothered to tackle the biggest emotional beats of that decision, why would it hash out the nuances of the heroes’ strategy and how having unexpected, insider information into Salem’s group would drastically change that? The only thing Emerald does in Volume 8 is (unnecessarily) trick Ironwood, when her status as a former villain should have been used for SO much more, including clarifying for the audience what the characters think is happening with their enemies and how Emerald’s info might change those assumptions.