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fishsticksloser · 2 years

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Random Ghost HC

Warnings: fluff, he's also a military man who has killed people so...

A/N: I haven't played the game since I was 12 and want to get back into it, but I'm a broke bitch so please bear with me this is purely based off what I've seen. If you don't have anything nice to say, go away. If you have some of your own hc, please share I love reading them :) I'm not "making" him a softy, your likes and dislikes don't make you less manly.

Massive softy. He's like one of those super bulky, scary dudes who will do absolutely anything to see their s/o smile... That's just him

Even without the gear on, he's thicc with more C's than I want to put. He's very sturdy, strong (he's carrying at least 50lbs of equipment, but he's probably actually carrying 150lbs), and wide... Look at his shoulders.

Dog dude. Loves the "dangerous" breeds: German Shepherds, Pitbulls, Cane Corsos, ect. Will literally do anything for them.

Is actually younger than everyone thinks... (141 is about 30-40, except Price and Shepard of course, Gaz is at least 22) War and trauma can affect people in many ways.

Can recount how he got all of his scars and is unashamed of them, just nervous if people see them.

Likes to be alone, either reading or listening to music. Sometimes you can catch him bobbing his head to whatever's playing.

He keeps his room really clean, he claims it's because he's a man, but clean room = clear mind.

True emo, loves "old" emo music, but also enjoys alternative, rock, and Metallica (specifically Metallica)

Goes hiking/on a run when he's upset, it helps him clear his head.

He doesn't like yelling, at or from others. He thinks it's not how arguments or anything should be handled. He's yelled at his team on occasion because the messed up or something, but most of the he'll walk away and cool down.

Pretty big on communication. He's not good with staying how he feels, but he tries his best.

Big on showing he cares (acts of service and quality time). Comes home from a mission to his s/I and will wash dishes, cook, laundry, ect while he's home.

Isn't a fan of PDA, but will have his hands on you when you're alone. Almost always touching you; arms around your waist while cooking, spooning in bed, ect

Smacks your ass every chance he gets. It becomes a game, you have to constantly look over your shoulder to make sure your ass isn't unguarded.

I saw someone say that he's a little weird (they used him eating a lemon as an example but lemons are delicious so...) I think he's a fan of something considered childish whether it's Pokemon, Magic, ect. He loves it, but keeps it hidden.

Calls his s/o "darling," "baby," "love" also if you're married and take his last name, "Mr/Mrs. Riley" he loves the sound of it

Gamer. Another way for him to relax, prefers games like Stardew or Animal Crossing. Calming games. Competitive though... Will beat you at Mario Kart

So gentle. Touching you like your some sort of antique vase, except your ass-smaking game. Gentle with everything that has to do with you (sex kissing, dancing)

Don't tell anyone, but he's a huge romantic. Loves those moments where he can dance in the kitchen with you while you wait for dinner, making you a huge dinner dressing up even though your staying home, he always brings home flowers and your favorite snacks/drinks after a mission.

Doesn't like getting drunk. He doesn't like the feeling he gets or how he acts when he's drunk, but he doesn't mind drinking.

Loud noises are a no go, so no concerts. He already deals with loud noises during missions the last thing he wants is more, it stresses him out.

If you call him your husband (whether you're married or not) he's on the floor, he loves it. He also loves being called "babe," "baby," "honey"

#modern warfare 2 #modern warfare ghost #modern warfare #simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you

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crazylittlejester · 3 months

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i keep getting those trauma dump candy salad videos on my tiktok fyp so i thought haha what if the chain did that.

time: hi im time and when i was like 10 i had to go through a magical 7 year coma to save people *pours candy in bowl* this is- um. i cant see haha (he cant read)

twilight: howdy my names twilight and like my bestie left me to go to another realm and left me behind cutting all connections to eachother too *pours candy in bowl* this is some sort of caramel candy i didn't bother checking

sky: hello i'm sky and one time i had to fight some dude who also happened to be really creepy bonus my girlfriend was the goddess reincarnated *pours candy in bowl* i brought gummy bears! :D

legend: hi im legend and when i was like 9 my uncle died then i had to save the princess, okay its over! cool right? then i have to go through a long ass string of adventures, meet a girl who became my best friend but then it ended up being all a dream and she wasnt real, i still think about it. also one of them was even my own sister saving me but *pours candy in bowl* i brought the gay bacon. i mean sour strips

hyrule: hi im hyrule and i cannot cook for the life of me. *pours pretzels in candy salad*

wild: hyrule those.. arent candy- okay.

wild: hiiii im wild and when i was like 17 i had to save hyrule by going to war with a cool team of champions but one of them was an asshole but then he wasnt i also had to sleep for 100 years?? *pours candy in salad* and i brought skittles cuz im gay and stuff

four: hi, im four and one time i had a friend who sacrificed himself for like the entirety of hyrule but then it hit me that he disappeared and i cried for like 3 days straight *pours candy in bowl* but i brought marshmallows!

wind: hi im wind and when it was my 12th birthday my sister got stolen by a big ass bird so i had to sail across the sea to save her then i had to get the triforce and beat up a loser named ganondorf *pours candy in bowl* i brought swedish fish!

warriors: hello! im warriors and i was forced into a war like wild when i was 17 but instead it was mainly because this weird woman was obsessed with getting the triforce and me as a bonus! *pours candy in bowl* and i brought fruit gummies but its only the orange ones.

everyone: violently mixes the candy bowl

(dont worry they added more candy and trauma to it off screen🎀)

HYRULES NOT INCLUDING ANY ACTUAL TRAUMA KILLED ME 😭

#jes talks #jes ask #linked universe

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rwby-encrusted-blog · 5 months

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Beat Cute 2

(Not Yet) Papa Arc: Hey Yer pretty Cute Aren't ya? Cute lil' sword ya got there as well. Tell ya what, you come on a date with me and I'll let ya get a feelin' fer a real weapon! *He slams his Warhammer into the ground*

(Not Yet) Mama Arc: ... I'm going to beat your ass. Meet me at the sparring rings tonight. I will be bringing my real weapon. This is simply a fallback.

Papa Arc: Okay then ... What's yer name?

Mama Arc: Prismeya Arc.

Papa Arc: You say that like I should know it.

Mama Arc: You should, but you don't, so I'll make sure you never forget it.

~After the Duel~

Mama Arc: *Holstering her Poleaxe* How was that for a 'real weapon'?

Papa Arc: *Beaten Black and Blue, staring into the sky* ...

Mama Arc: Hopefully I didn't rattle whatever small amount of grey matter you had out of your head.

Papa Arc: ...

Mama Arc: ... Are you alive? Have I killed a fellow student on my first day?

Papa Arc: *Sprints over, sliding to a stop on his knees* Marry me!

Mama Arc: What?

Papa Arc: Marry me, O' Goddess of War and Battle! Allow me to bear thy name with honor and love!

Mama Arc: Goddammit not again!

Papa Arc: Grant me grace an' justice fer my earlier insults!

Mama Arc: *Pulling him to his feet* Come on big guy, let's get you to the nurse.

~~~~~

Mama Arc: And that's how your father fell in love with me.

The Arc Kids: ...

Jaune: That implies you weren't in love with him.

Mama Arc: I wasn't. he was still a fame and fortune obsessed ass. He changed over the years, becoming a better person and I fell in love with him slowly.

Mama Arc: Mostly when he stopped being obsessed with me and started doing things he wanted, instead things he thought I'd want him to do.

#rwby #mama arc #papa arc #rwby shitpost #jaune arc

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bbrokenbback · 2 months

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I guess it`s somehow an addition to the previous post with crazy pairings, but this time it`s not about dices deciding on our future but me. So, I present you the worst and the best questionable pairings from Warhammer 30k. The position of the character in the *name*/*name* thing is important.

Sanguinius/Rogal Dorn and NOT the other way around.

Sanguinius, just as Vulkan, can be paired with anyone if you`re brave enough, but I think he looks the best with that Imperial Fist in his ass. The Siege of Terra is the basis of their relationship because nothing attracts people to each other better than shared suffering and the same tragedy.

Sanguinius is the soldier who`s general doesn`t want to let him go to the field because he values him too much personally. But he still goes, yet, as he was asked from the general, never says “goodbye”. And Rogal is dying inside while trying to keep track of everything that is going on in and out of the Palace, receiving special reports about the Angel`s wellbeing. He just cares about him too much, and, since he technically has the right to prevent Sanguinius from throwing himself out only to be eaten by a bunch of heretics, he uses it quite often. Even if it doesn`t stop the Angel at all.

The hawk boy is just happy to come back to someone who waits for him from the battlefield.

I sincerely believe that the future in which there`s only war we desperately need some angsty fluff, and those two make the best of it.

2. Vulkan/Ferrus, for the balance of universe.

The previous couple was all about softness and fluff, about how feelings bloom in people in spite of the Great War. But these too exist only because they match.

They are both from death worlds, and both Medusa and Nocturne, if I remember it correctly, are not actually considered to be death worlds, but they are. It`s probably because Vulcan didn’t want to send people away from their homes and Ferrus was just to lazy to apply for the status of his homeworld.

Ferrus also needs someone who`d kick his ass, and there was a scene in canon that showed how desperately he wanted to fight with Vulkan in his special training cage for strong opponents, but Vulkan refused. Probably because he knew too well that Ferrus` pride would not hold against the reality in which he`s not the perfect one.

But I think eventually he would agree, after Ferrus made him a little too frustrated with his demeanor. He`d brutally beat him and then calmly explain to him why it`s so important to be polite and respectful to people.

Fulgrim also does not deserve Ferrus so let the forge boys stay together please.

3. Roboute Guilliman/Perturabo

That`s pretty simple actually. I don`t remember who exactly said it here, but Roboute is just Forrix with no spice, and Perturabo, being Greek, probably hates spicy food. Roboute has a thing for fixing everything around him, and Perturabo desperately needs someone who would fix him.

Or they can become worse together, it depends on how you look at the couple.

They both are also two representatives of high-functioning depression, but Roboute is someone who tries to hide his condition by throwing off formal parties and dressing in colorful clothes, while Perturabo shows it off, bearing his burden proudly in front of everyone (it makes everyone uncomfortable). They have incredibly similar personalities if you look closer, their perfectionism, their intelligent sarcasm and their intelligence and education in general.

Also, Roboute is not that calm and collected as he is usually shown. He`s got a short temper just like Perturabo, his rage rises in a matter of seconds. He just knows how to control it and most of the time does not allow his frustration to affect his actions. Unlike Perturabo.

They make a great team in work and for both of them this fact is very important. Roboute likes to plan everything, Perturabo likes to follow plans. Perturabo is a tactician and Roboute is a strategist. Roboute is the sword and Perturabo is the shield.

I can see them having a noble slow burn with lots of long conversations about philosophy, art and history, during which Perturabo finally gets to talk about the things he actually like and Roboute gets to know the man behind the armor. They fall for each other slowly but surely.

And Roboute can keep Perturabo loyal, not to the Imperium, but to himself.

4. Mortarion/Lorgar Aurelian

This might be the strangest pairing so far but don`t worry it`s the last of them. I`ve already mentioned that to me there`s no greater basis for the relationship than shared suffering and I want to add hate to everyone around the couple to it.

Mortarion is a gentle soul. He has a tough personality, but he`s soft in hearts, so he protects them at all costs. And Lorgar knows too well how to treat gentle souls properly.

Aurelian probably sees Mortarion as his own younger self, treating him like he would like to be treated in his past. He listens to him, allows him to rant about the grudge he holds against the Emperor and simply gives him the much needed understanding.

They have a few similarities in their pasts too, they both were raised by some freaks and that traumatized them. They could discuss and treat each other`s daddy issues. It`s like mutual masturbation but it starts with their minds.

Speaking of mind, Aurelian is a psyker and Mortarion is allergic to it. But with time he could see that there`s no monster behind those powers, and although he`d still prefer Lorgar without them, he can tolerate it.

I hope one day they will team up, kick their first captains` asses and have their happy ever after.

#warhammer 30k #warhammer 40k #sanguinius #perturabo #roboute guilliman #rogal dorn #lorgar aurelian #mortarion #vulkan #ferrus manus

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neko-loogi · 9 months

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Alright, I'mma give my opinion again. This time with Hazbin Hotel..

So I saw the trailer for Hazbin Hotel a few days ago and honestly, I am so disappointed. Like, you're telling me I waited years for them to release a trailer for the series, and this is all we get??

I'm not saying it wasn't enough, no, on the contrary, I think they revealed way too much. But what I mean is, I was expecting something else, because this ain't it, chief.

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Alright so first off, we have the voices. I'mma be hella honest with y'all, this shit sounds unfinished, as in, it sounds like Viv got confused and published the behind the scenes instead of the finished product because omfg, the voices sound bad.

I genuinely don't understand the weird obsession Viv has with hiring celebrities or broadway actors into her shitty shows, it's not like she's rich enough to afford that- plus she does this often, doesn't that mean it affects the budget of the show? (I don't know much about that stuff so bear with me).

It's funny cuz, she hires these super famous celebrities to voice characters in her shows, but she doesn't need to, like, you can be a professional, but that doesn't necessarily mean you're a great VA. It almost feels like she does that because she wants to feel important, she wants to show off like "Oh look at me, I have celebrities voicing my characters! Aren't I cool?"

But anyway, going back to the voices, I have to say this, my least favorite are Alastor and Angel Dust. I just think it's absolutely ridiculous that Viv got rid of the pilot VAs just to replace them with broadway actors, only for them to make the characters sound flat and emotionless.

Like, it's funny because she makes these broadway actors imitate the voices from the pilot, however it doesn't come naturally for these actors and it shows. It almost feels like they have no idea what they're doing. It legit sounds like they're reading the script but not putting any effort into it. (Y'know how people shit on anime dubs because they don't sound good or whatever? That's exactly how I feel about this-).

The next thing I wanna talk about is the animation. Don't get me wrong from what I've seen, in some moments the animation looks alright, but other times it looks choppy as hell. I thought this show was supposed to be more 'professional' since they literally got A24 and Bento Box ent. for this. But yeah, all I can say is, the animation hasn't changed at all, the only thing that is slightly different is the art style but aside from that, the animation still sucks.

And finally, the last thing I wanted to discuss is the plot of the series. So as we all know, in the Pilot, it was established that Charlie (along with Vaggie) opened the Happy Hotel in hopes of redeeming sinners so that they can go to heaven because Hell was too overpopulated (plus the whole extermination thing). But the whole point of the plot was that she wasn't entirely sure she could actually do it or if it was even possible, and that's what made the plot more interesting back then. But here? It's absolute garbage. Not only did the trailer basically reveal way too much information already (before the series could even come out yet), but the plot was changed entirely!

Like I mentioned, Charlie's motives were to redeem sinners, but here she's more focused on having some kind of war with heaven/the angels. And that's the thing, now that we know that heaven is a thing in this series, plus the inclusion of Adam, it just makes the series feel so predictable, because now we know that the sinners can be redeemed, which beats the entire purpose of the show. It's like, "Hell bad, but heaven is worse" and "Good VS. Bad!!", cliche type of thing. You think a series 'made for adults' would have a more interesting plot than a kids show, but nah, we get these basic ass levels of writing. I swear a fucking five year old could come up with something better and far more creative than this nonsense-

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So yeah, I'm honestly hella disappointed that this is what the series has turned into. I had high hopes for Hazbin Hotel (since Helluva ain't shit-), but nope, it turns out, Viv is capable of making herself look even more stupid by completely butchering her own series. Hell, I actually have Amazon Prime, but I am probably not even gonna watch this shit, I'll just wait till some dumbass on YouTube uploads the first episode or something stupid like that (so that I can watch it and critique it later). Because I know that someone definitely will.

Anyway, that's all for today, thank you for reading my dumb post- alright bye!

#anti vivziepop #vivziepop critical #vivziepop criticism #vivziepop critique #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critique #spindlehorse criticism #spindlehorse critical #///#by neko loogi #do not repost #neko loogi rambles 😬#neko loogi rants😔

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skyphloxx · 4 months

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ok so um. here is a scenario ive had in the drafts for literally over a month and forgot to post. maybe with a second part idk?

i've been thinking way too damn much about clegan and johns dog coded ass and his feelings around body markings. like, hickeys and bites and bruises etc. bear with me this post got really long lmfao.

fuckin. ok. so in a scenario where john and gale are fucking on the side pretty early on after their arrival at thorpe abbots.

everyone knows bucky is a slut, right? bucky can show up with hickeys and bites and red marks and nobody will question it. he might get jeers or crooked grins, they’ll laugh and say he must’ve slept with every girl on base and half the women in london by now, but it’s expected.

buck, though? everyone knows buck’s got a girl. and maybe he wouldn’t be the first guy to say as much and then fold after months of being away from home. but everybody who knows him knows that buck cleven isn’t like that. and anyway, it would be a little odd considering how consistently he turns down any woman who makes a pass.

you see where i'm going here right.

gale can bite the fuck out of john and leave him with bruises purpling from his neck all the way down to his thighs. when they’re alone together it’s the only time he gets to loosen that iron grip he has on himself, be anything less than carefully composed and controlled. outside gale is the fearless leader, who will sometimes joke and rib but has no vices, no faults. with john he is a hungry, wanting thing, all hands and mouth and teeth.

bucky loves it at first. being desired so much kinda drives him wild, knowing that gale wants him so bad, that there’s so much heat simmering under that cool surface. but there’s also something about the act of leaving marks on him that feels like gale’s staking a claim. that bucky allowing himself to be bitten is showing allegiance, or acquiescence, or maybe ownership. something of gale is left there, written across his skin, even if nobody else knows it. the marks say that gale can do what he wants with john’s body, that john is his. he’s painted his name across john’s neck and chest.

bucky doesn’t object to this feeling. like, at all. on its own, that part is amazing. the problem is he can’t do it back to gale. buck is so paranoid about being found out, and the communal living of the barracks adds extra complications. and john understands his fears, of course he does, he knows damn well what happens to men who get blue tickets, and he’ll respect anything that’ll help buck feel safer about what they’ve been doing. he’s pretty sure he’d do anything to keep buck coming back, he needs him that badly.

he fucking hates that he has to be so careful. he wants nothing more than to give it right back to buck, to bite the same kind of lurid purple bruises across his skin. he thinks all too often of how buck would react, his shiver at the scrape of john's teeth on sensitive skin and the low breathy noises he'd make. hates that he can't have that. but mostly he hates how he can't stake any claim over gale he way he feels that gale has over him. if buck can do what he wants with john's body, if his bites mean that john is his, then the inverse must also be true: bucky can't do the same, and gale is not his. he has no claim to stake.

which makes sense, really. as far as claims go, someone's already beat him to gale. that's the whole reason the no-markings rule was established.*

it ends up serving as a little reminder to bucky: that the arrangement he and gale have worked out to keep each other sane during all this? it's temporary. when the war ends buck will be going back to build a home and share a bed with someone, and that someone won't be john. he can't forget that however much gale seems to want him in the moment, he's committed elsewhere. john is a way for him to distract himself from everything else going on around them. he thinks sometimes gale does it as much to distract john as himself. taking pity on him or something. he knows buck still loves marge more than anything. he uses her letters like a lifeline, sniffs her perfume off the paper like it might send him back to her if he works hard enough at it.

someone with a better sense of self-preservation than bucky might try to break it off, disengage, try to soften the blow when it inevitably comes, but.

the marks also remind him that he is gale's. has been. is. will be. for as long as gale will have him. bucky needs him in a way that he doesn't bother to deny to himself anymore. his chest feels heavy with it when they’re together. he knows they're on borrowed time, but that just means john's going to borrow as much of it as he can. avoiding leaving bruises or not using his teeth is nothing, really, he would do so much less (or so much more) if gale asked him, any number of humiliating, desperate things to keep gale wanting to touch him, fuck him. it's fucking pathetic, how much he needs that. john's own stupid hurt feelings are nothing, compared to how much he'd endure for it.

so of course he never brings this whole dilemma up to buck as something that bothers him. he would not dare risk throwing a wrench in their arrangement, which is perfectly functional as it is. they've made it this far via mostly unspoken agreements, mutual willingness to not talk about it more than they need to. john will not even entertain the possibility of breaking that or scaring gale off or somehow ruining what they have. he is already so well versed at suffering in silence, and really this trade off isn't bad. he used to fucking dream of this, the taste of gale's mouth or the feel of their skin pressed together. he can stand being reminded it's temporary. he can stand knowing he's pathetic.

(bucky is a lying liar to himself. he is full of resentment and frustration. he will pretend he's not full of resentment about this for as long as it's physically possible to. gale knows something is up with him but won't say anything too specific about it for the same reason john won't - they don't talk about it if they can avoid it. that's the whole point of unspoken agreements.)

*bucky has not considered that gale would be similarly paranoid even if he was not openly in a relationship and loyal to it (loyal in heavy air quotes lmfao) if not even worse, just because gale cleven is a high-strung freak underneath all the calm collected shit.

#gale has a series of fucked up feelings just as bad as johns about this #but that will have to be its own post because holy shit this is a thousand words long #johns unreliable narrator ass is so funny he rly describes gale being insane with want over him and then is like.#yeah no im pretty sure i need him way more than he needs me and after the war hes going to forget i ever existed #anyway i have a vague idea of how this might conclude if people are interested idk i might end up turning it into a fic lol #john egan #bucky egan #john bucky egan #clegan #buck x bucky #mota #masters of the air #gale cleven #buck cleven #gale buck cleven #sky.txt #sky.wrt

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disniq · 9 months

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i havent read all of the comics post urban legends to gotham war with jason, but as far as i remember between them jason didn't really kill anyone? tfz is on my mind (he tried to kill 'bane' but didn't). i suppose he couldve been murdering off screen as well but i also have no idea if that's hinted at

anyway with tmwsl and the beast war stuff having him kill it means:

urban legends -> stops killing

gotham war -> is brainfuckedup by bruce. cant do shit

tmwsl -> joker unbrainfuckedups him, he proceeds to go ham and kill some goons/tries to kill the jokers

beast world -> still killing in larger amounts

so if bruce had left his ass alone would he still be in a holding pattern with the bats? way to fuck it bruce (though im happy. so.)

obviously the doyalist explanation is they probably realized jason was in a bit of a limbo atm and decided to shake it up again. but watsonian is soooo funny to me. good job b

Thank you for bearing with me anon, I'm finally free from work and mostly compos mentis at the moment, so!

My initial instinct when I got this ask was to disagree, because I didn't read Jason's behaviour in the last issue of MWSL as any more or less violent than he was in the earlier issues, I don't think he ever actually killed anybody in that run (though do correct me if I'm wrong on that), and I'm extremely reluctant to take the Beast World characterisation into account because it's a, uh... reductive view of Jason, at best.

But.

BUT!

As I was turning this over in my head, I realised why it was pinging at my brain.

It's because this exact thing *has happened*, back in RHatOs Rebirth.

Pre-rhato 25 my beloathed, Jason had been consistently using less-lethal methods in exchange for Bruce's implicit approval and regular interaction with the batfam. He specifically says this on panel in The Trial of Batwoman, this is a choice he chooses to make against his own beliefs;

Detective Comics #975

This holds until six months later, when Jason shoots Penguin. And then Bruce famously snaps and beats the everloving shit out of him in a brutal and notably one-sided fight.

After which, Jason changes up his outfit, swaps the guns for a crowbar and a katana, and becomes significantly more lethal again.

RHatO (2016) #25, RHatO (2016) #26

And when I thought about it, well. I think you could argue that each of Jason's more lethal spells are proceeded by an altercation with Bruce.

Brothers in Blood, where Jason plays a murderous, knife-wielding Nightwing to annoy Dick, is the first Jason story after the infamous Under the Hood showdown wherein Bruce chooses to cut Jason's throat instead of... doing literally anything else instead.

Batman: Under the Red Hood, Nightwing (1996) #118

And after working relatively civilly with others throughout Countdown, Jason goes full murder gunbats in Battle for the Cowl after Bruce's delightful little "you're broken and you'll never be fixed" hologram speech.

Battle for the Cowl #3 , Battle for the Cowl #1

Now, I absolutely do not want to come across like I'm saying Bruce is responsible for all Jason's more extreme actions at all, because I'm not about that lack of agency shizzle at all. Obviously Jason was already very much down to kill prior to his final confrontation with Bruce in UtRH, and I think he does genuinely believe some people deserve to die.

But I think this pattern of Jason reacting to Bruce's outright and often violent rejections by escalating the very behaviour that has Bruce repeatedly rejecting him is super interesting as a facet of their continuous cycle of abuse.

So regardless of Beast World, I wouldn't be at all surprised if Jason does lilt more lethal for a hot minute before he inevitably makes consessions to get back into Batman's good books.

#asked and answered #jason todd #bruce wayne critical #my meta

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cherry-pop-elf · 7 months

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Chubby George Weasley 🧡 Headcanons

Because Fuck You, I Wanna!

The weight didn’t exactly start, until the shop had been open for a while. They were put into a position of a very stable income, and didn’t have to worry about food anymore. Along with breaking some habits, such as eating less so Ron and Gin could eat more

Was more so actually healthy weight, compared to being bean pole thin all the time. Still was over all slender, as they did a bunch of Manuel labor and hands on work, just didn’t look like they’ll pass out if you don’t keep their blood sugar high enough

After the war? Yeah, he had to fight depression somehow. Baking was what soothed him, and he was also needing to keep the shop steady for a while. Until Ron came to help, of course

You still couldn’t tell he gained some extra pounds, given his attire slime him greatly, but he’s got that soft chub. That sweet dad belly pillow that every kid gets in their childhood, that makes it the perfect spot for naps

It more so went into his stomach, thigh area. Due to beating a beater, he had a lot of muscle to work with. As we know, muscle is still excess. So when it’s relaxed, it’s all soft and squishy. So he has a rather evened out chubbibess, which is why it’s hard to notice when he’s in his work attire

He is so cuddly, and makes for the best napping partner. Always smelling sweet from the shop, with that good bear hug squeeze. Given there is still muscle under the squish after all

He’s rather self conscious of going soft, but this man deserves to not stress about it. He’s healthy, he survived a war, he built an empire, grew up poor where food was always scare to begin with, lost his ear which made him partially deaf, and lost his twin. He’s allowed to finally have some stress off his shoulders

The children definitely love that he’s not stuck thin anymore. They can just run up, to their favorite shop owner, and get the best hugs EVER. Big squishy hugs, and the comfort of his warm personality

Because he went back deeper into baking, from the stress of the second war, you know he’s somehow mastered being a master at baking. You know you can count on him for the best desserts and sweets you could ever dream of

He is shy about his belly, but the kids certainly help him with it. It’s a dad bod. He deserves it. Stretch marks and all. The kids love hugging him, and it’s nice to no longer have to be so stressed on his appearance. The community utterly adores him, and will protect him as much as he protects them

Anyone who says anything honestly might get attacked by his employees before he even says a word. He makes sure his employees are provided for. Dental even! Bet your ass he’s the community dad, of Diagon alley

Freckled. Belly. Need I say more? Freckles, scars, tattoos, and a sweet little happy trail

The best hugs, the best sweets, the warmest soul. What more could anyone want?

Please tag me in any Chubby Georgie Art/Fanfics/Whatever pls!

((Yes this kinda stemmed from the fact it’s very hard to lose weight because of my health issues and I’m projecting, but also chubby Georgie hugs))

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An Ode to The King, Briana Irene Matthews

When I say I love this character, I say it with my whole chest. I cannot begin to express the joy I experienced when one of my fellow educators passed me this book and said “I’ve got a fantasy book for you, and there is a black girl on the cover.” I am a child of The Neverending Story, Legend, Willow, etc (Google if you need to) and brown faces were few and far between, if there at all. There are so many things I admire and appreciate about Bree Bree and the power she holds can’t be understated.

*Spoilers Ahead so Exit Stage Left if You Need To*

Choices

In a story where choice has been hijacked for so many of our faves, I love the choice she makes at the end of Bloodmarked. To choose herself. I know there has been controversy regarding this but fuck all that, she said what she said. The fact that black girls need to be perfect and make decisions that are equally as perfect no matter what they are up against is absurd. That line of thinking has real world consequences. I love that she tried to consult with elders, those that came before her. She seemed to be following this implied protocol that did not bear the fruit she’d hoped for.

When she says, “I realize now why Jessie’s mantra to call root didn’t work for me.” She said, “Think of the power you possess and the woman who gave it to you.” I smile sadly, “I used to think that woman was my mother, and through her, you. Tried it her way and it didn’t work. Because you all didn’t give me my power.” I kneel to face the streams, thrust my hands into the earth from which they came.

“I did.”

This was a hell of a scene because she is finally shutting off the noise of the outside world, the distracting chatter blocking her self actualization. Arthur, the ancestors, the Legendborn, and choosing Bree. Much like she puts the broken pieces of Excalibur back together, she is in a sense doing the same for herself (pain welded blade). It even bears a deep purple stone in the pommel. The color meant to speak to this pain, this literal and figurative bruising and beating she has taken. In addition, the choice to go with Erebus and the uncertainty that hangs there was pure fearlessness. As her character sheet says, she is intrepid, bold. The way she is written, you just know it is in her soul. As Tracy says in her dedication, For every Black girl who was “the first.” Black is capitalized here, emphasized, because we are often demonized for making decisions or having experiences that those that came before may not have had the courage or opportunity to step into. The First. In Bree’s line everyone ran and she decided to stop running and turn to face the unknown, whatever may come with her chin up.

In addition to being a clever badass, I loved watching how she navigated her relationships with Nick and Sel. Again, another hot button topic where folks are clutching pearls and clenching ass cheeks. I am not interested in “ship wars” but what did catch my eye was the way Bree allowed herself to be loved on. The safety and soft intimacy she received and craved from Nick in a time where her world had been completely shattered was beautiful to read. “I’m impressed, despite my still racing heartbeat. How does he do it? How does this boy navigate my emotions like a seasoned sailor, finding the clear skies and bringing them closer, when all I seem able to do is hold fast to the storms?” He is patient with her. The way he speaks, comforting and protective. I love that she had this! The giddiness at that age of meeting someone that makes you dizzy in the best way. I love that Bree allowed herself to experience the respite Nick offered. That relationship represents the light in her, hearkens back to a simpler time.

I also think Bree enjoys the challenge Sel presents. Aside from him trying to kill her in the beginning (and being an all around asshole), she always seems to find interest in him (her shadow side). “He’s dressed in black, as always, but his long coat is gone. His tattoos are on full display below sleeves rolled at the elbow. They wind down his forearms and wrists, and I can’t help but study them. I wonder how far they go and how many he has before I remember that I detest him and shouldn’t care about his tattoos at all.”

Bree is fiery (quite literally) and finds herself drawn to the darkness and mystery of Sel. In truth, she likes to stir the pot. When Vaughn is giving her shit about being Nick’s page, she intentionally fucks with him. “But I’m not going to disappear. And I don’t want to keep my head down. Instead, I’m going to give Vaughn a glimpse of who I really am, and show him exactly who I’m not.”

She then throws the haymaker, “You’re a bigot and a bully, Scheafer. You insult me because you think you know what I am capable of, but you don’t. I must make you nervous, though, for you to expose your insecurities about your odds of success in the tournament.”

Long story short, Briana Irene is with the shits! How many times have you had to check in a loser such as Vaughn, who in all their mediocrity, thinks they are superior? I love that she essentially says, “aight then.”

I say all that to say that I like that she is feeling her feelings. She can acknowledge and accept the safety and easiness of Nick, while also reveling in the mystery and chaos of Sel. Those two desires can (and do) live in the same body. I love that this is confusing for her and she grapples with it because, what 16 year old wouldn’t! Low key/high key, folks my age would grapple with certain aspects of that but again, her choices.

Bree is supposed to be complicated. At times infuriating. I find it strange however, when folks don’t give her the space she has earned to develop. So many of us Black girls are not afforded this space. No room to grow, change our minds, or choose a different path. She is grappling with grief and grief is messy, complicated. The vessel in which she entered the world ceases to exist on the plane of the living and she is floating in the darkness and uncertainty of that. “Your anguish is wrapped around your very heart.” Not to mention navigating racism, sexism, supernatural beings, and understanding her own body and power. That is a tall order. She represents multitudes of girls who were “the first” and I am so glad I get to witness her in all her flaws and greatness. THE KING. Rumble black girl, rumble.

#tracey deonn #legendborn #legendborn cycle #bree mathews #bloodmarked

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wonderfulworldofmichaelford · 8 months

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Psycho Analysis: Seto Kaiba

(WARNING! This analysis contains SPOILERS!)

Every good anime revolving around a game, sport, or competition needs a great rival to antagonize the main character. A rival is a character who helps push the protagonist to their limits, and forces them to apply what they’ve learned in order to beat them. Now, a rival like that typically isn’t someone who is going to get a Psycho Analysis, as most rivals are just garden-variety jerks at worst. For instance, Gary Oak is a bit of a snot, but he’s literally a child and he turns things around and becomes a decent guy relatively quick. Or hell, look at Miles Edgeworth; he spends most of the first Ace Attorney butting heads with Phoenix Wright in court, but he’s pretty quickly shown to be far more concerned with finding the absolute truth than any truly nefarious purpose. Ultimately, most rivals end up being genuinely decent people who just take competition a little too seriously and eventually develop into staunch friends and allies.

But imagine a rival who never changes. A rival dead set on being the most antagonistic douchebag possible, one who is driven solely by the sheer spite and hatred they feel at being second banana to someone else, someone who can’t bear that their massive ego is even slightly bruised. A rival who may help when the chips are on the table, but who is only doing so for their own selfish and self-centered reasons. That’s a character I could reasonably review on Psycho Analysis! And if ever there was a character who fits that bill, it’s Seto freaking Kaiba.

Now, to be clear here, Kaiba isn’t a villain. He’s an antagonist, he’s an anti-hero, but for about 99% of his screentime he’s not technically a villain. But just because the series is called Psycho Analysis doesn’t mean I’m literally only reviewng psychos, and it’s about time I broke out a bit and experimented in this new year by looking at characters who aren’t totally evil, but maybe are a little bit. And as you’ll soon see, no one is a better choice to break the mold than the second best duelist in Domino City.

Motivation/Goals: To put it simply, everything Kaiba does is motivated by his ego or by spite. This is a man who has done genuinely great things, from dismantling his father’s bloodthirsty legacy of profiting off of war to opening theme parks and creating new technology to make Duel Monsters more fun and engaging for all players. All of this on paper makes him look like the most ethical animated billionaire this side of Scrooge McDuck, but there’s one little issue: Nothing he does is out of the goodness of his heart.

Do you think Kaiba actually gives a shit about anyone affected by his father’s business? No, he just dismantled it out of sheer hatred for his adopted father who, to be fair, really was a massive cunt. Do you think he went through all the trouble to make massive strides in Duel Monsters technology just so people could have fun? No, he did it all so he could exploit it in some way to defeat Yugi once and for all.

And that’s one of the biggest things that drives Kaiba: His unquenchable desire to defeat Yugi and be crowned the true king of games. The thing is, every time they have a fair fight, Kaiba gets his ass handed to him; the one time he won was by essentially threatening Yugi with suicide. His sheer petty desire to one-up Yugi extends far into the future, where he names the loser dork house of the academy in GX after Yugi’s Egyptian God card Slifer, while the ultra-cool prestigious house is named after the God he got, Obelisk. And in one possible end of his story, he goes to the most insane and ultimate extreme to try and settle his grudge (but more on that shortly).

Performance: In English, there are two main voice actors of note who have portrayed Kaiba. The first is Eric Staurt, who outside of Kaiba is best known for his Pokemon roles of Brock and James. It leads to a bit of whiplash hearing someone who sounds so similar to the affable yet horny Brock be an absolute arrogant prick, but I definitely think Stuart is able to pull it off.

The other VA of note is Martin “Littlekuriboh” Billany, creator of Yu-Gi-Oh: The Abridged Series and the man who voices about 90% of that gag dub’s cast. His take on Kaiba is pretty much what happens if you cross Stuart’s performance with Solid Snake, and it works very well for a Kaiba who’s weirder and wackier yet somehow even more insanely egotistical.

Final Fate: Kaiba, seeing as he’s just a douchebag and not a truly evil person, doesn’t get any sort of major comeuppance save for constantly getting his ass handed to him by Yugi. There are really two possible endings for him, though if you want to be charitable they’re not necessarily mutually exclusive. The first ending is, of course, that he eventually goes on to found the Duel Academy, which means he helps kickstart the events of Yu-Gi-Oh GX in a way. Anyone even partly responsible for the rise of bisexual monsterfucker king Jaden Yuki is getting high marks in my book.

But the much more notable ending for Kaiba comes from Dark Side of Dimensions where, so consumed by his desire to duel Atem one more time despite the pharaoh finally being at rest, he leaves his company in the hands of Mokuba and goes to the fucking afterlife to challenge him. Whatever way you want to read it—that he actually used science to travel to the great beyond, that his tech killed him and he’s not coming back—Kaiba really cements his legacy as the most insane, obsessive rival ever created. If he still feels like he has something to prove by beating you, you ain’t getting your eternal rest; he will bust down the barriers of life and death to have a chance of whooping your ass. Absolute madman.

Evilness: So in this new segment, I’m going to establish how evil any given villain is and rate them on it, separate from how I rate them as a character overall. This score is basically just a reflection of how evil their actions are, with a 1 being “Barely a villain at all” and a 10 being a “Complete and utter monster.”

As we’ve already established a bit, Kaiba is more just an egotistical asshole than anything. In his early appearances in the manga you could definitely say Kaiba was a villain, and his first appearance as the starter villain of the anime definitely paint him as a dick… but after his mind crush, he definitely veers more into anti-hero territory for the rest of the series.

Normally, this would net him a solid 1, but that’s the thing. Despite the fact Kaiba frequently does genuinely good and helpful things and despite constantly aiding the heroes, he only ever does it because he feels like he has something to prove. For instance, look at his handling of the Big Five as he dismantled his father’s legacy; do you think he tore down the military dealings KaibaCorp dealt in out of the goodness of his heart? No, Kaiba did all that out of sheer hatred and spite, negative emotions that motivate just about everything he does no matter how nice it seems. Even if he isn’t actually evil by any stretch and even though he’s undoubtedly bettering the world with what he does, he’s doing it for impure reasons that mainly revolve around reasserting his own superiority. The only genuinely selfless things he does are for the benefit of his beloved brother Mokuba.

So for the first ever Evilness Score, I think Kaiba is going to score a 2/10, which denotes being a huge dick but not neccesarily evil. He’s not actually evil enough to warrant anything higher, but he’s too big of an asshole to get a 1.

Best Scene/Quote: Abridged!Kaiba gave the world “Screw the rules, I have money,” a line that perfectly summarizes a good chunk of Kaiba’s character in both the main and the abridged version of the show. But his best quote (and his very best scene) come during his duel with Ishizu in Battle City, where he decides to give fate the middle finger and beat Miss Ishtar despite her clairvoyance while giving her the following speech (in the dub):

“Hear me now! I won't be controlled! I decide my future! So now, I sacrifice my monsters! Obelisk and Gadget Solider, I send you to the card graveyard! You're so quiet, Ishizu. Where's your magic now? Or have you realized that there's no such thing as destiny? Now observe as I summon my Blue-Eyes! Show yourself!”

And more than anything, this sums up Kaiba: He has the most massive ego in history, the strength and cunning to back that ego up, and a steadfast and stubborn refusal of destiny. He plays by his own rules and follows his own path, and nothing will stand in his way. Not Egyptian gods, not prophecies, not magic or shadow games or what have you. He is unstoppable, implacable, and he won’t be denied that duel with Yugi no matter what anyone says. Not even the barrier of life and death can stop him.

Final Thoughts & Score: Unsurprisingly, as someone who grew up with Yu-Gi-Oh, I fucking love Kaiba.

Going into this, I knew he wasn’t going to be a straight example of a villain, because his evil is mostly relegated to the early parts of the manga and the start of the show, with his post-Mind Crush self being more of an anti-heroic jerkass with a heart of gold. But I think he’s just enough of an asshole to be worth talking about, and talking about antagonistic jerks opens the door to talk about characters like Toy Story’s Sid or the more hostile Pokemon rivals like Silver, Blue, and Bede here. It would have to be Kaiba blazing that trail, though; there’s no jerk more perfect to open the door to discussion of other jerks.

Kaiba is just genuinely fascinating in that, despite being incredibly static as a character, he never really feels shallow. Sure, he steadfastly refuses to change and never really becomes on the best terms with the Yugi squad, but his interactions with them are still fun to watch and he never gets flanderized to the point of being obnoxious. It’s honestly extremely impressive they were able to walk that tightrope of him never really progressing past being an asshole while still remaining a fun, likable character who it’s fun to see in action. I suppose it helps they gave him the most ludicrously badass backstory where he as a plucky little orphan boy manages to beat a businessman in chess to get adopted, fleeces him out of his entire fortune and company, and then dismantles said company’s military division to focus on gaming. And if that’s not enough, they have him do stuff like throw trading cards to jam guns!

Of course, his most appealing aspect is his single-minded obsession with defeating Yugi and proving himself as the superior duelist, a character trait for which there is quite simply no heterosexual explanation for (I’m half kidding). With most rivals, they don’t really get so consumed by their desire to defeat their opponent that they essentially kill themselves just to get another chance at beating them, but most rivals ain’t Kaiba! Really, I think the only rival I’ve seen who’s close to being on his level is Vegeta. Once again, they found a nice balance, keeping Kaiba from being too obnoxious even with his single-minded obsession with one-upping Yugi.

Kaiba is really a character who so easily could have been obnoxious or insufferable, but instead he quite honestly stole the show. Yes, Yugi and Atem’s trials and tribulations are crucial and all, but seeing the insane lengths Kaiba goes to ensure he gets another chance to summon his Blue-Eyes against Yugi’s Dark Magician is just a blast. You’re always wondering what insane rich guy nonsense the man is going to pull off next, and he rarely disappoints. Kaiba may not be evil, he may merely be an antagonistic rival, but I think he still deserves a 10/10 for being the egomaniacal asshole opponent every arch-rival should aspire to be.

#psycho analysis #Seto Kaiba #Eric Stuart #martin billany #littlekuriboh #yu-gi-oh

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the-name-is-z · 2 months

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SKELETONS | ch. 30

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A/N: Been messing around with formatting a bit. Let me know if you have thoughts, I'm taking a liking to this one.

Summary: Iris steps up at the prison whilst Rick processes his emotions. Daryl and Merle settle into travelling with one another. Warnings/Information: AMC's The Walking Dead OC Insert | 18+ Advised | strangers to lovers; the slowest of slow burns; gore; angst; horror; humour; m/f; ptsd; maladaptive coping mechanisms; conspiring to murder someone; biblical references; discussions of assassination, execution; crude insults; threatening innocents; brotherly competition; suicide treated as a joke (briefly, indirectly); poorly transcribed Spanish; racially motivated insults; Merle; brotherly competition

Chapter 30 - Clarity is Hard to Come By

“You’re a little shell-shocked, hey, trooper?” Iris asked, tucking Rick’s gun back into his holster, clipping the snap shut as she gently patted him on the shoulder. She motioned for the group to stay put. “Come on, we’ll get you some air, alright?” She guided Rick up the stairs toward the caged catwalk across the prison yard. He followed a little mindlessly, the bright sun beating down. “Rick, are you okay?”

“I need…” He paused, swallowing thickly. “I need to be alone.” He braced himself on the chain link cage, fingers gripping the wire tightly.

“Alright. Take it slow, okay? Stay close by.” She left him there, staring out across the field as the door slammed shut behind her.

“Is… is he okay?” Carl asked, his lip quivering slightly.

“He’s alright. Just needs some time. We’ll try to keep an eye on him, yeah?” She replied, looking around to receive nods from the others. Glenn came back inside, looking around anxiously.

“He’s still wandering around out there.” He murmured. Iris nodded.

“Hey, Glenn, keep the new people around, okay? We can set them up somewhere else in the prison, somewhere safe until Rick get’s his bearings.” He nodded, jogging back out to the courtyard. She never thought she’d fall so easily into Rick’s position in his absence.

Iris thought for a moment as Carl unlocked their cell block that perhaps she should have taken Rick’s keys. Hopefully, if he got himself into trouble, he could handle it. Michonne was somewhere out there. Maybe she would help him out, for morality’s sake.

The group dispersed into their usual daily tasks, despite the overarching cloud of unease. Iris sat down at one of the cafeteria tables, bouncing her leg. What could anyone do in the meantime? Idle away the hours until the Governor knocked down their door? They weren’t prepared for any sort of turf war. At least, Iris thought, if Daryl were there, she’d have one more level head to soothe her nerves.

“There ain’t nothing out here but mosquitos and ants.” Daryl grunted, gripping his crossbow as the sound of Merle’s urine decorating the trees nearby filled his senses.

“Patience, little brother.” Merle mused. “Sooner or later, a squirrel or something is bound to scurry across your path.” His ever-growing calmness or perhaps blithering obliviousness was beginning to get on Daryl’s nerves. Ever since he was dishonourably discharged, he had a sour, drug-fuelled way of perceiving everything through delusion-coloured glasses. Even now, as clean as he could be in the circumstance they were in, Merle was an insufferable pain in the ass.

“Even so, that ain’t much food.” Daryl replied.

“Eh, more than nothing.” Merle pointed out. Daryl grimaced. As much as he and Merle were used to the drifter-lifestyle, and he could live in the woods until he became walker food, he had grown comfortable with the group's cushy prison lifestyle. At least he had a damn mattress.

“I’d have better luck going through one of them houses we passed back on the turnoff.” Daryl stated, letting his irritation seep through his voice. Merle looked up from admiring his own dick, turning over his shoulder.

“Is that what your new friends taught you? Hmm?” He asked musically. “How to loot for booty?”

“We’ve been at it for hours.” Daryl stated, purposefully ignoring the question. “Why don’t we find a stream, try to look for some fish?”

“I think you’re just trying to lead me back to the road, man.” Merle scoffed. “Get me over to that prison.”

“They got shelter.” Daryl grumbled under his breath, his voice getting louder as he looked through the crossbow’s scope. “Food. Pot to piss in. Might not be a bad idea.”

“For you maybe.” Merle snorted. “Ain’t gonna be no damn party for me.”

“Everyone will get used to each other.” Daryl said, his voice uncharacteristically soft. Hopeful.

“They’re all dead. Makes no difference.” Merle replied. Daryl blinked, lowering the crossbow.

“How can you be so sure?” He asked quietly.

“Right about now, he’s probably throwing a housewarming party where he’s gonna bury what’s left of your pals.” Merle answered, pausing to spit into the ground. He sniffed, adjusting the metal post he used as a sad excuse of an arm. “Let’s go hook some fish. C’mon.”

Daryl blinked at the sudden change of subject, eyes trailing after his brother as he trudged off through the forest. While there was a part of him that absolutely refused to imagine the death of the group, there was another part that accepted there may be a chance Merle was right. The Governor was not someone to mess around with. And he left them to deal with the bastard without him.

A few of them could hold their own, surely. If there was anyone who would fight back, it was Iris. He could imagine her snarling and ripping chunks out of them like a cornered feral dog. In the most complementary of ways, of course. But how long would that last? And what would they do when the Governor caught them? Would he kill them? Or worse?

He spat into the ground, following after Merle.

Glenn had discovered a piece of chalk, drawing a map of the prison on the floor as the group stood around it. Carl and Iris both sat cross-legged on the floor, staring holes into it.

“Right.” Glenn muttered. “You said you found Tyreese’s group here?” He asked, pointing.

“Yeah.” Carl nodded.

“We secured this.” Iris murmured.

“He thought he came through here.” Carl gestured, correcting the path they must have taken through the labyrinthian hallways.

“Means there’s another breach.” Glenn stated. Iris exhaled sharply through her nose.

“Then the whole front of the prison is insecure.” She stated, leaning her temple on her fist. “If the walkers got in, a group of armed men could do it without breaking a sweat. We’d never see them coming and they'd slit our throats in our beds before anyone had a chance to scream.” Maggie cleared her throat pointedly and Iris glanced up at the kids. “Sorry.”

“Why are we even so sure he’s going to attack?” Beth asked. “Maybe you scared him off.”

“He had fish tanks full of heads. Walkers and humans. Trophies. He’s coming.” Michonne stated darkly. Iris grimaced. A true fucking psychopath.

“We should hit him now.” Glenn suggested.

“What?” Beth asked, confused.

“He won’t be expecting it. We’ll sneak back in and put a bullet in his head.” He said sharply.

“You and what army?” Iris asked, scowling. “You manage to shoot him and we’ll have the entire town coming down on us. They worship him like he’s the damn messiah. He’s not expecting it because he knows we don’t have the guns, the men, the plan—“

“I get it.” Glenn snapped, scowling into the floor.

“We’re not assassins.” Carol agreed.

“You know where his apartment is.” Glenn argued, gesturing to Michonne. “You and I could end this tonight. I’ll do it myself.” Michonne sighed. She took a minute before nodding. Glenn nodded in confirmation and Iris bit her tongue to keep from snapping at him.

“He didn’t know you were coming last time, and look what happened.” Hershel cut in. “You were almost killed. Iris and Daryl were captured. And you and Maggie were almost executed.”

“You can’t stop me.” Glenn whispered darkly.

“Rick would never allow this.”

“You really think he’s in any position to make that choice?” Glenn asked.

“Think this through clearly. T-Dog lost his life here. Lori, too. The men that were here. It isn’t worth any more killing. What are we waiting for? If he’s really on his way, we should be out of here by now.” Hershel argued.

“And go where?” Glenn asked.

“We lived on the road all winter.” Hershel replied.

“Back when you had two legs and we didn’t have a baby crying for walkers every four hours.” Glenn retorted.

“Glenn is right on this, Hershel. We have a save place, we can’t deprive ourselves of it. It’s what T-Dog died for, what Lori died to give her child.” Iris pointed out. “And Glenn, you run out of here all James Bond, you are leaving everyone else more vulnerable. Maybe the Governor is planning an attack and the moment you leave, that’s when he strikes.”

“There’s no way to predict that, Iris.” Maggie murmured.

“No, but we can’t just abandon this place. Not unless it’s really gone. We have to defend it. Make a stand.” She insisted.

“Alright.” Glenn agreed, Hershel nodding. “Carl, you and I will go down to the tombs. We need to figure out where the breach is.”

“You got it.” Carl nodded.

“Glenn, you should be out on watch. Michonne, you stay here in case anything happens. I’ll go with Carl.” Iris stated, looking around. Everyone nodded at their various tasks, dispersing.

When Iris and Carl returned an hour later, panting and covered in blood, it was not looking good.

“The tombs outside the boiler room are overrun again.” She grunted.

“That whole section had been cleared.” Beth protested.

“It’s a steady stream of walkers.” Carl added.

“We need to seal the breach before we do any more clearing. It’ll be impossible if they just keep coming.” Iris reasoned.

“We’re wasting time.” Hershel called from his seat at the table. Iris pursed her lips. “The governor’s supposedly on his way and we’re stuck in here with walkers.”

“Trapped between a rock and a hard place.” Carol stated.

“For the last time, running is not an option.” Glenn snapped.

“Glenn, if the tombs have filled up again, it may just be a matter of time before they push in here.” Carol argued.

“Or until some fence gives way.” Beth added.

“What if one of them herds is passing through? Or settled?” Axel asked. Iris paused. That was a good point. One too many walkers leaned on one fence, the safety of the prison becomes a good dream and they all are forced to move on, Governor or not.

“Can’t handle that with just the few of us.” Carol agreed.

“Seven hundred problems, all at once.” Iris sighed, running a hand through her blood-streaked hair.

“We just need to scout the far side of the prison.” Glenn stated.

“You’re going out there?” Hershel asked.

“We’ll take a car, make it quick.”

“I’ll drive.” Axel offered.

“No, you stay here, help with the… fortifications. I’ll take Maggie.” Glenn replied.

“You sure she’s up to that?” Hershel asked. Iris raised an eyebrow. Glenn didn’t respond, turning around to go find his girlfriend. Iris sighed. Where the hell was Rick? Say what you want about his leadership skills, but he at least could make a hard decision when they were stuck like this. And, if it went sour, he would take the blame for it. Always. Honestly, Iris didn’t want to be put in that position.

“Smells to me like the Sawhatchee Creek!” Merle said jovially, trudging along after Daryl, who was clearing the way through the brush.

“We didn’t go west enough. If there’s a river down there, it’s got to be the Yellow Jacket.” Daryl argued, shaking his head.

“You having a stroke, boy? We ain’t never even come close to Yellow Jacket.” Merle snarked.

“We didn’t go west. Just a little bit south, that’s what I think.” Daryl replied. Merle laughed.

“Know what I think? I may have lost my hand, but you lost your sense of direction.” He stated.

“Yeah, we’ll see.” Daryl scoffed.

“What do you wanna bet?”

“I don’t want to bet nothing. It’s just a body of water. Why’s everything gotta be a competition with you?” Daryl asked.

“Oh, take it easy, little brother. Just trying to have a little fun here. No need to get your panties all up in a bundle.” They both paused, listening to a strange noise off in the distance. Animal, walker, something. Something in distress, perhaps?

“You hear that?”

“Yeah, wild animals getting wild.” Merle replied, making a crude gesture with his hands. Daryl raised an eyebrow.

“No, it’s a baby.” He replied, eyebrows knitting together as whatever it was cried out again.

“Oh, come on.” Merle snorted. “Why don’t you just piss in my ear and tell me it’s raining, too? That there is the sound of a couple coons making love, sweet love. Know what I mean?”

He chuckled, but Daryl ignored him, jogging off through the trees toward the river. They made it to the river bed, the sound of a baby crying splitting their ears. A woman was sobbing loudly, a man yelling in Spanish as they were surrounded by walkers. There was a few gunshots, but they were completely overrun.

“Hey, jump!” Merle shouted, whistling and laughing to himself. Daryl glared for a moment before taking off toward the bridge. “What? Hey, man, I ain’t wasting my bullets on a couple of strangers that ain’t never cooked me a meal or felicitated my piece. That’s my policy. You’d be wise to adopt it, brother!”

Merle shouted after him, but Daryl was well practiced when it came to ignoring him. He slung off his backpack at the edge of the bridge, running forward with his crossbow and putting a bolt in a walker’s skull just as it was about to take a chunk out of the man’s ankle. He used his knife to get rid of a few that were standing near him, the man standing with his brother on the bed of a semi-truck. They stared blankly, unsure and untrusting.

“Hey, come on, man. I’m trying to help you out!” Daryl shouted, focusing on the walkers. One of the men jumped down, grabbing his pistol from where he had seemingly dropped it, taking aim at a few more walkers nearby.

Daryl focused his fire on the ones surrounding the car, a woman and her screaming baby taking shelter inside. They were crawling through the back though, slowly but surely. She was reciting a prayer in Spanish, sobbing uncontrollably. Daryl took the one on the windshield first, then the one at the driver’s side window, then the one crawling through their trunk. He grabbed it by the collar, hauling it out before slamming the trunk into its cranium. It’s head split open with a splat, blood spilling onto the road freely.

The man was calling out to them in Spanish, Merle only participating when a walker was an inch too close to Daryl.

“Speak English!” Merle snapped.

“No se entiendo!” The man replied anxiously. He was fumbling with his gun as Daryl took out the majority of the walkers, stumbling back as one closed in on him. He must have been out of ammo. Merle stood idly, smirking to himself as he watched the situation unfold.

“Ayúdalo!” The unarmed man standing on the truck bed yelled.

“Ayuda!” The first man cried, just in time for Daryl to brandish his knife and bury it in the walker’s skull. He kicked its body off of the bridge, falling down into the river with a splash. Maybe fishing in it wasn’t such a great idea. Daryl turned away from the man just as Merle opened the back seat of their car. “No toques mi carro!” Merle would not take no for an answer, pointing his gun at the man.

“Slow down, beaner.” He mused. “That ain’t no way to say thank you.” The man replied, but neither of them could understand.

“Let ‘em go.” Daryl grumbled.

“The least they could do is give us an enchilada or something, huh?” Merle asked, turning back to rifle through their car, even with the sobbing woman and her baby in the front seat. “Easy does it, señorita. Everything’s gonna be fine.”

“Hey. Hey!” The second guy cried, running up. The first guy whispered harshly to him, standing back and holding him back as they watched Merle toss empty cans onto the ground. Daryl watched them nervously as he rounded the car. But he grit his teeth, pointing the end of his crossbow at his brother as he prodded him with it.

“Get out of the car.” Daryl grunted.

“I know you’re not talking to me, brother.” Merle murmured. Daryl turned to the others.

“Get in your car and get the hell out of here!” He yelled. They hesitated. “Go! Get in your car!” They ushered each other toward the car as Merle climbed out, one of them starting the engine. Merle stared straight down the crossbow’s bolt at his brothers eyes, closing the car door behind him. The man pulled away eagerly, soon disappearing down the road.

Daryl raised the crossbow just as Merle smacked it out of his face. Neither of them said anything as Daryl turned away, slinging his backpack back on as Merle meandered after him, pausing to look in other car windows. The shots had attracted more walkers, and they were slowly closing in on the bridge.

There were plenty of moments during his life in which Daryl couldn’t stand his brother. This happened to be one of them. Merle didn’t particularly do well with morals or laws, and despite Daryl’s outlaw-like demeanour, he generally abided by the moral guidelines most people did. He garnered that this would be something they would always disagree on. Unfortunately, in their current circumstances, this might pose a bigger problem than it might have pre-end-of-the-world.

Daryl didn’t bother looking back at the bullet-holed sign over the bridge, reading Yellow Jacket Creek.

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dykeseesgod · 4 months

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what well its just that you havent spoken to me in years except to call me a faggot or to dislocate my shoulder and you know what else is missing besides an attentive listener a segue i suppose forgive my bluntness please dont hit me but i could giv two shits about you or your vacant mind or your morbid curiosities or your dead fucking dog so why dont you just leave i never dislocated your shoulder according to my doctor you did in shop class last spring you twisted my arm behind my back and said you wouldnt let go until i said and i quote i like to get it up the ass i was just playing around with you oh that makes me feel so much better you know through my screams and the searing pain i can definely recall hearing laughter any way i can contribute to the fun of the group we were just messing around with you fuck you cb id rather you say we beat the shit out of you because we cant stand you rather than youre just messing with me that implies light teasing or slightly oproprious behavior i havent eaten in the cafeteria in 2 years for fear of going home with some part of it smeared across my shirt i havent been to the bathroom on campus since my head got slammed into a wall i believe you were there i didnt do that well you didnt stop it either and the faculty doesnt care you know what im tired of hearing they only pick on you because of your own insecurities aw jeez mrs blank now that you said that my head doesnt hurt so much and people wonder why kids bring guns to school to shoot you fuckers down maybe youre not the bully but you stand idly by and watch and to me thats even worse so please just go youre being hostile and im just trying to have a conversation with you like a civilized i dont want to talk to you i just want to be left alone i dont need social pointers i just want an apology for the five minutes youve stolen from my day see this is why you dont have friends i think we both know why i dont have any friends oh dont be so melodramatic youre in here crying about a dead dog and im being melodramatic shut the fuck up about my dog ok or what youll hit me go ahead ill show you how people get hurt and dont run away to cry like a big fucking baby whats so funny asshole im sorry nothing i dont see anything to laugh at its nothing its just that i was scared of you for like a second im sorry no its ok i deserved it promise me you wont bring a gun to school i dont even know where id get one you were one of my best friends you all were i just dont get it can i be honest if its any consolation none of us knew what to say to you after your dad got arrested it was pretty awkward it was more awkward for me im sorry we werent there for you that means a lot see now youre being sarcastic again no i wasnt its hard to tell with you truce i wasnt fighting a war but sure truce are you i dont know ive never had sex so kinda hard to tell at this point what about my dad im not sure thats considered sex you remember how my dog used to howl when you played the piano yeah i always found it pretty annoying he was singing along what do you think happens to animals when they die they go to heaven you believe in heaven sure there has to be some reward for living through all this and you think there are animals there in heaven the wolf will live with the lamb the lion will lie down with the goat and the calf the lion and the yearling together and a child will lead them the cow will feed with the bear their young will lie down together and the lion will eat straw like the ox the infant will play near the hole of the cobra and the child will put his hand into the vipers nest but my dog killed a living thing wouldnt god be mad he was sick cb he couldnt help it you know they say a dog sees god in his master and a cat looks in the mirror i hate cats me too

#dog sees god scene 8 the vipers nest Beam attack #🫀

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greyias · 1 year

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A Fond Farewell to Act 1

After dithering about a fashion faux pas most unfortunate, and with nothing else to do on all of the maps, it is finally time for me to bid a fond farewell to Act 1 of Baldur’s Gate 3, and via the Mountain Pass head into the uncertain transition stage to Act 2 (and presumably the consequences of my actions).

But before I go. A moment. To reflect on my favorite memories in this journey so far:

Alfira’s song and The Harpy Rock Concert

Aravyn chickening out of lying to an evil mirror, Astarion shoving her aside to show her how its done, only to fail so spectacularly on every single conversation check the mirror spits out a giant orb of molten death that starts chasing us around the room spewing deadly AOEs as I loudly scream “OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO WHY CANT WE TARGET IT OH NO” and the entire party flees for their life, nearly locking Astarion in the cellar with the death orb he summoned

The Glitterbomb/Musical Mini-Heist

Best Quasit Girl

Ari seeing giant claw marks a dragon very obviously gouged into stone, failing her intelligence check, and then proudly declaring it the artistic statement of some mysterious person

Gale nearly dying from a concussion because I decided to put off taking a long rest and instead do a little lute concert tour around the Druid Grove, and one NPC loved it so much he enthusiastically hurled his tip of a single gold piece in the direction of my singing paladin — and straight into Gale’s skull and taking off 6 of his precious few remaining HP

Discovering the mighty cow summon spells

Operation War Drum

My dumbass Paladin talking to Minthara, and winning every single persuasion check, so that she entered into a conversation to very earnestly insist that this random forest is where the secret Druid Grove is, and have Minthara scream in frustration that they already checked there and to go FIND IT, only for us to return five seconds later and say that we totes got the real location this time and point to the same spot on the map. About five time in a row.

Halsin getting the whole party stuck in eternal combat for no other reason than he was a bear, and apparently the game took that personally

That time Astarion gleefully informed Aravyn she was unfuckable, only for a full 24 hours later to decide that he was actually jealous that she considered Gale prettier than him (but also approved of this??), and basically yelled out “CHALLENGE ACCEPTED” before flouncing off

The entirety of the Auntie Ethel adventure freaking me (the player) out so much I, the notorious loot goblin, refused to touch ANY food or beverage in the entire cursed swamp even after finishing all of the quests and clearing the area

Nearly blowing up a dwarf trapped in a field of flammable mushrooms, and somehow both he and the valuable quest item miraculously survived. Only for my dumbass Paladin to eat the quest item mid-battle for no reason at all, and me not realizing until twenty hours of gameplay in that I’ve doomed the dwarf and his unpleasant wife to a life of destitution and also preventing one of my companions from regaining precious lost memories.

Getting a TPK several times in a row from the giant landshark in the Underdark, before finally beating it with actual tactical smarts. Only to revive it with a temporary NPC ally as a spawn so it could help us in fights because we are smart and tactical now. And then forgetting to dismiss it after the temporary NPC ally turned against us, only to return to the same area several hours later where we once again nearly died to the now undead manifestation of our hubris

Smiling and waving at whoever is on the end of those scrying eyes like we’re in some sort of beauty pageant

100 Foot Sharran Walkway of Doom

Rolling a nat 1 on a wisdom save after picking up a cursed locket

Robo-Hugs

I will never forget you Act 1. We laughed. We cried. Made many poor life decisions that I’m sure are going to come back and bite me in the ass very soon. But for now, we must march onwards into the unknown, where I’m sure Ari and the Tadfools will probably almost blow up the multiverse or something, at the rate they’re going.

#shamelessly stealing the phrase ‘tadfools’ because it fits this beloved pack of weirdos so well #grey's bg3 tag #bg3 posting #bg3 spoilers #long post #NO CUTS you must scroll past all of my dumb bg3 adventures #oc: aravyn #ari's og campaign

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