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ashistrashhh · 4 years

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here are some fic recs!! including sakuatsu, bokuaka, kuroken and matsuhana bc i couldnt help myself

if you want, ask me about a certain ship and ill give you some recs!

-sakuatsu-

Marble and Sandstone by red_camellia

rating: G words: 12,937 chapters: 2/2

author summary: Miya Atsumu only cares about volleyball and nothing else. That is, until he develops a strange obsession with the marble statue of a young man that seems vaguely familiar in his university's arts department. One day that statue comes alive as the very real Sakusa Kiyoomi, and they are left with the mystery of why Sakusa Kiyoomi was turned into a statue and only came back to life when Atsumu touched him. Their new-found connection and the strange mystery turns Atsumu's life upside down, not least because of his growing feelings for Sakusa.

my notes: this was a rlly cute fic!!! 11/10 would read again!!

let it go (paint my body gold) by lunarism

rating: T words: 3,272 chapters: 1/1

author summary: It becomes a routine for them. Sometimes they go grocery shopping and make dinner together, other times they end up talking until Sakusa feels like his own shower and bed is calling him. Every single time Sakusa gets home, shrugs his coat off, balls it up, and proceeds to scream profusely into the fabric for a few minutes.

my notes: pining!!! sakusa!!! also casual painter!atsumu!!! and they paint together!!!

craft a miracle with these hands, lips, (silence) by chrysanthe (sonderesque)

rating: T words: 4,252 chapters: 1/1

author summary: ‘Someone is here to ruin your night,’ his door tells him. ‘You should let them in.’ “I’M HOMELESS OMI-OMI. HOMELESS,” yells the one here to ruin his night. “LET ME IN.”

(What does Kiyoomi sell his sanctuary for?)

my notes: hnnn rlly fuckin cute,, and domestic,,,,

Clipped To You by littleboat

rating: T words: 8,174 chapters: 1/1

author summary: It starts with Hinata Natsu, of all people.

Well, if Atsumu’s being honest with himself, it started way before that, but he’s not, so that’s besides the point. And thankfully, he’s just petty enough to blame all of his problems on a thirteen year old girl.

or Sakusa starts wearing hair clips and Atsumu is more than a little obsessed

my notes: minor kagehina, bokuaka // god these fics rlly make me simp for fictional characters even more than i should. but!! sakusa!!! in hairclips!!! and a pining atsumu!!!

learn how to lay me down in something other than danger, other than fury by rosevtea

words: 34,211 chapters: 1/1

author summary: All of the ways fellow college TA Miya Atsumu reinvents Kiyoomi's definition of normal.

my notes: god i loved this. it’s a fake dating au and like,, even though they’re “dating” sakusa keeps letting his guard down little by little around atsumu and it surprises everyone. komori and akaashi just know that they’re were genuinely pining for eachother

among probabilities and a thousand fates by aalphard

rating: T words: 15,675 chapters: 1/1

author summary: prompt fill for “in a world where the red string of fate exists, person a’s finger always twitches when person b, who can see the string, tugs on their string” | or sakusa thought he had a tic and atsumu liked to see his confused expression when it started to happen exclusively when he was around.

my notes: i! loved! it!! so basically atsumu and osamu have the rare gift of seeing the red string of fate, so they know its real but sakusa, like most other people dont believe it exists. so atsumu gives sakusa a (kinda) hard time. rlly cute!! i love soulmate aus!

-bokuaka-

love in the time of wifi by dalyeau

rating: G words: 4,177 chapters: 1/1

author summary: Akaashi is coming to terms with the fact that he might be romantically interested in his volleyball captain. Hence, doing what any sixteen year old with a problem should do. He asks about it online.

my notes: really cute fic about akaashi asking what he should do about his crush on a site similar to reddit. its kinda a “i didnt know it was you” kind of fic and it made me happy

steam by orphan_account

rating: E words: 8,474 chapters: 1/1

author summary:

bokuto: why is he so hot bokuto: why am i so gay kuroo: LMAO you mean your vice captain right bokuto: yeah

The coach blew the whistle for practice to begin, and Bokuto drummed his fingers against the bleachers, awaiting Kuroo’s reply. He was about to walk away, when his phone buzzed in his hand.kuroo: i got this bro bokuto: what bokuto: wtf does that mean

Bokuto started to panic.

my notes: explicit!!! but really wholesome. kuroo is honestly the best wingman. i also think this is my favourite bokuaka smutfic??

just to miss the sun by rosevtea

rating: T words: 15,126 chapters:1/1

author summary: Everything begins to implode when MSBY Jackals outside hitter Bokuto Koutarou crashes Akaashi's livestream.

my notes: akaashi is a booktuber and bokuto crashes one of his streams. fans begin to speculate. rlly fluffy and can u tell i like bokuaka

brain fish by iceblinks

rating: T words: 12,026 chapters: 6/6

author summary: Akaashi wakes up to a string of texts from an unknown number.

my notes: i love text fics and i love wrong number aus so u can tell how much i loved this. really fluffy and i come back to it time to time

-kuroken-

us three by honey_s

rating: T words: 5,137 chapters: 1/1

author summary: Kuroo’s gaze flits over to the utensil. His eyes bulge out of his skull. “Wh—is that a meat hammer? Put it back!” Akaashi’s head recoils back in confusion. “I don’t understand the problem here.” “Why on Earth have you got a fucking meat hammer? We aren’t going to kill somebody!” “Well,” Akaashi begins, clearly taken aback, “I apologise for assuming. I had heard Kenma-san had been hurt in school and after getting a message from both of you to meet late at night, I merely filled in the blanks and assumed we were going to beat someone up, for lack of a better term.” “Not literally! I meant metaphorically, or figuratively, or something!” “Idiomically?” “That isn’t a word, Bokuto-san.” “Jesus Christ,” Kuroo groans, dropping his head into his hands. “We're going to jail."

my notes: bokuaka and kuroo are ready to beat someone up for kenma!! and we stan!!

Cherry Pits and Cat Tattoos by strawberryriver

rating: G words: 6,141 chapters: 1/1

author summary:

Kuroo has been in communication with his soulmate ever since they were kids. They've known each other for so long that he never really worried about when or how he would meet them. At least, not until he meets the roommate of Bokuto's soulmate.Soulmate AU in which things written on your skin show up on your soulmate. Companion piece/same AU as Serendipty

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Kuroo Tetsurou liked to write on his arms. Despite his mother's half-serious warnings about “ink poisoning” or staining his skin, he insisted on marking his arms and legs wherever he could. Not like his best-friend-since-always Bokuto Koutaro, who had to write on his arms or he’d forget to breathe, but artfully. He’d draw designs, animals, the occasional chemical compound. The whole idea behind soulmates fascinated him: how one person could mark their arm and someone potentially thousands of miles away, would have that same mark appear. The amount of articles, studies, and books he’d read about the topic, even at a young age, could put an undergrad researcher to shame.

my notes: again with the soulmate au bc i cannot help myself. but really cute!!! probably gonna read this again later!

Boom, Toasted by protostar (hearthope)

rated: T words: 6,782 chapters: 1/1

author summary:

FROM: yuuji any bets on who hes texting??

FROM: eita He's smiling at his phone. Kuroo, probably

FROM: kentarou Kuroo

TO: fake family Have any of you ever once considered not prying

FROM: eita You deserve it

FROM: yuuji how can we not when ur in love!!

Kenma gets a text from an unknown number. He'd be lying if he said the guy behind it wasn't kind of endearing.

my notes: again, i love wrong number texts. it focuses more on kenma’s friendship, but kenma’s pov with texting kuroo is more than him realizing feelings and stuff. really cute, ive read it multiple times.

Japan's most subscribed by NeverNothing

rating: T words: 3,631 chapters: 1/1

author summary: Kuroo Tetsurou @blacktetsurou changed his bio : volleyball player, co-owner of Bouncing Ball Corp. and so much more ;)

my notes: i! love! social media! fics!!! really cute and basically people wondering who the mysterious kuroo is to applepi.

MATSUHANA!!! the underrated gem

texting (with a capital S) by parenthetic

rating: M words: 2,119 chapters: 1/1

author summary: Hanamaki breaks his No Texting In Class rule, and it's all downhill from there.

my notes: honestly more funny than it suggests, but its matsuhana, they’re meme lords.

rated m for by orphan_account

rated: T words: 10,692 chapters: 1/1

author summary: He should have known that there was a Specific Reason™ why it was so absolutely vital that he and Matsukawa specifically meet for a reading of the script. He should have known that there had to be some evil catch beyond sitting in a tiny, cramped studio with his newly sworn enemy.

Hanamaki stares at the title of the script he’d so gracefully neglected the night before.

FORBIDDEN PARADISE

“Excuse me,” Hanamaki starts, raising a pen in the air while staring blankly at the packet in his free hand. “Just to clarify, you want me to record a boy's love CD with Matsukawa?”

my notes: a very good voice actor au. there is some misunderstanding on hanamaki’s part bc he didnt finish listening to matsukawa, and this is really cute and i love matsuhana.

In A Quiet Night, All Sounds Carry by levyovochka

rating: E words: 4,794 chapters: 1/1

authors summary: “Ah, ah, Too—!”

Hanamaki hates his university dorm.

“—ru, let me cum, please!”

Hold up. That’s a fucking understatement. Let him rephrase it: Hanamaki loathes his university dorm with passion. Detest the damned abomination, abhors it—

“—ru! Coming, coming—”

It has only been a month and Hanamaki already wants to die.

my notes: as u can guess minor iwaoi // rlly well written and bottom hanamaki rights and maybe my favourite matsuhana smutfic??? and hooh boy i simp for matsukawa

call me maybe by totooru

rating: T words: 33,689 chapters: 14/14

author summary: Hanamaki texts the wrong number when trying to extort tips out of Oikawa in order to defeat Iwaizumi in arm wrestling, and then continues to text the witty stranger who had answered.

my notes: minor iwaoi, daisuga, bokuaka // god i think this is my favourite matsuhana fic overall, maybe in general, but my god is it great. this is probably a common rec, but its understandable as to why it is. basically au where makki texts matsun (who goes to karasuno) instead of oikawa for tips to beat iwaizumi at an arm wrestling match. but they keep messaging. and holy shit i love their conversations. please read this, it is 256/10

there we go!! i might go a part two with more ships (kagehina, tsukkiyama and iwaoi) but this took up way to much time lol. i have an essay due in a couple hours. but hope u like these fics as much as i do!!

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obsessed-fanatic · 3 years

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Studies are showing indications of a societal collapse looming.

Im seeing things get worse and worse.

Are we almost there? Cause im getting terrified. I don't want to die unnaturally of a riot, virus, disease, or something else knowing

I will never meet and have a wholesome reassuring time with the favorite people I've talked to and befriended on the internet let alone anyone else i've met in real life.

They made us who we are.

We're all a fan of something.

But i wouldn't want to abuse such a position.

We wouldn't want to attack our own.

It's just too terrible to think of.

I listen to Gorillaz, guns and roses, nirvana, TeddyLoid, DayManOurSavior, Post Malone, Twenty One Pilots, Halsey(Congrats on IICHLIWP), Juice WRLD, Hp lovecraft, Evil dead franchise, XXXtentacion, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Nine Inch Nails, Johnny Cash, Elvis Presley, Sonic The Hedgehog( SATAM Sonic and scourge)SlipKnot(Duality is fucking cool btw)Watch a shit ton of youtube that markiplier, JackSepticeye andPewDiePie are in my head all the time, Dj Fortify, Dj EAR(or huepoww)

Biogodz1(Al the wolf), Pink stylist, Makemebad35, Scott Cawthon, DAGames, CG5, CrankGameplays, Yamimash, BryceGames, Rick And Morty, Anything Seth Macfarland and Matt Groening, AnimatedJames(still have the 2015 con vid on my flashdrive. You're still cared about), Bryan Adams(Thank you MindlessGonzo), Elton John(fantastic job with The Pink phantom with Gorillaz and 6lack and collab song with Dua Lipa), Dua lipa( I. love. Hallucinate.), Rob Gavagan, Wes Craven, John Carpenter, Tobe Hooper, Sean S. cunningham, Brian De Palma, HuniCast(Cause why the fuck not? Got up at 6pm in 2019 everyday for it i loved it! Like saturday morning again) Rio Franchise From Blue Sky, Surf's Up From Sony pictures animation (the ultimate fan image archetype movie), Robots from blue sky(another great fan archetype film)Mel Brooks( Put on the ritz and the Schwartz) SpindleHorse or Vivziepop(very big chunk of my teenhood. Got me dancing till i almost died), Hell EVEN The Rocky and Bullwinkle movie from 2000 cause it had an Absolutely amazing and frankly inspiring song from SuperTramp. Oh and Rocky with Sylvester cause why not? Me and my mom LOVE the Rocky franchise. Even Creed and creed 2 are amazing films. Dbz, Black butler, Steins Gate, Devilman or Lady(loved that one. So we can!)

Gunnm(Alita Battle Angel)

Sonic movie from 1999 (Shut up tails)

Doctor Mike ( Peewoop)

James Lee ( NOX)

Dazed and Confused( ultimate teen a put smoking weed)

Everybody wants Some!!! (Spiritual successor to dazed, same director as well)

The Big Bang Theory ( Me and my brother worship that show.)

Poltergeist 1982 ( music scares me too knackerman. No really.)

Everything Blumhouse studios

The Exorcist Franchise

One part i loved in the show My Name is Earl is when earl gave that one manager dude on a ladder his wallet back. He and his brother randy got a job as a thank you. I loved that moment ever since cause it was a nice, let alone life-saving gesture.

I always anticipated the next update of lil miss rarity back in 2013-present day.

Yeah.

I also like Apples.

I have a FUCKING FLASHDRIVE containing SO many offline mp4s of old youtube vids i can watch if internet cuts out just in case, but NEVER TO REPOST. I cannot say that enough. (<Yes the reposting part)

I probably even have some files that are probably golden nuggets of the internet cause some of these files are not even on youtube or their website origin anymore.

Now i downloaded these files cause they were my childhood and teenhood. What made me and maybe even some of you.

Mostly to playback for entertainment on a computer or PS3 for a number of long periods of my life.

One internet gem i listen to sometimes is Addictia's(or Princess Addictia) remix of Love is in Bloom from Daniel ingrams song from MLP FIM.

I haven't seen Addictia for a long time. Hope he's okay. Though i think one video reupload of that song is on youtube but i'm not the one who reposted it. Different Channel.

I even have ONE video of Unus Annus left but OBVIOUSLY im not gonna repost that one. Or anything for that matter.

I've had this flashdrive since 2013.

Like a fandom's treasure chest. Or a small gold bar made of plastic nostalgia.

I have even have original movie trailers and fanarts.

And again no reposting has never been done. Even after all this time. Its very much wrong.

All for free offline view. No reposting.

Lets just say i even have a video that On Youtube the sound is off cause of copyrighted content. It has musical samples in it.

Even a folder that has a fandom in it that is made fun of but not scrutinized. Lets just say they would gobble it up or remind someone of a taco bell drive thru experience with their friends.(they're beloved in a way)

So yeah. All this stuff thats bad and hectic happening( honestly im crushed when i learned about recently with norm macdonald and chadwick boseman) im sort've like that one dude in the picture that is sadly walking away from terrible things on the news while walking towards pop culture stuff like disney my little pony marvel DC Dark Horse Comics(holy shit The Mask) IDW publishing Image comics Even Stephen King. Honestly how would i like all this out of selfish intent? Thats just confusing. And lets not forget the fan creations of all this content. In 2015 i listened to so much Toby Fox. Two words.

Such Determination. ❤💚💜💙💛💗

Let alone Bill and Ted. Excellent... And Breathtaking. ( Saw The Matrix 4 trailer. Deathly Excited)

Here it is.

And of course ive learned from the Mare do well episode from MLP Gen 4. Also Griffin the brush off. Wouldnt want to hang out with someone disrespectful like that. Though she improved later in season 4 or 5 i think.

First ones i watched on TheHub were look before you sleep and bridle gossip. Very important episodes.

I also first saw Awoken by H8_seed on here, Tumblr. 2012.

Amazing song.

You all are great.

I just hope we don't tear ourselves apart.

#family #friends #Us #Together #strong #hope #fans

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youllallriseintheink · 4 years

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Sanctuary

Request from Threadedsafetypin: a story about Jack helping Sammy to recover from ink infection.

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Most members of the Joey Drew Studios music room knew that Sammy behaving strangely was status quo. So, when was Sammy first infected with ink, few people were alarmed. Complaining about seeing Bendy in his sleep? Stress. Increased irritability? Stress. Spacing out more often, seeming more exhausted, looking more drawn and bedraggled than usual? Poor guy really has to get a grip on his life- but at least he’s still functioning well enough to get the songs out on time.

Jack Fain, Sammy’s best friend, was the only one who realized that this wasn’t just one of Sammy’s episodes. He’d confronted Sammy about it a couple weeks ago, and it hadn’t gone well. He had snapped about his health being his own business and told Jack to go away.

Jack was used to Sammy being irritable, so he didn’t take it personally. “Okay. I can’t help you if you’re not ready. Just know that I’m here for you when you’re ready to talk. I care about you, and want you to be okay. Alright?”

Sammy had grumbled an “alright,” and left. His symptoms had only worsened since then, and Jack was rather worried that Sammy would never be “ready”- at least, not until he was very ill. But he couldn’t think of any way to help the process along unless Sammy was on board as well.

Then, one day while Jack was working in the sewers, he heard footsteps. Only Sammy knew that he hid away in the sewers, so it had to be him. Jack got up to meet him, and saw that Sammy had a defeated look on his face.

“Remember when you said to come to you when I was ready? Well, I’m ready,” Sammy said, as though admitting a dark secret. He took off the white gloves he’d taken to wearing lately, revealing ink-black hands. “The ink did this to me, and tried to convince me that it was a good thing, but I can’t deny that this is a problem anymore. I don’t think that a hospital could help me, and I’m scared that Joey would kill me if it got out the public. I don’t know what to do.”

Jack stood stunned a moment, looking at Sammy’s hands. They clearly weren’t just stained, but tainted down to the bone. It looked like there were some pockets of ink just beneath the surface as well.

“It’s okay. I’ll find out what to do,” Jack promised.

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“Norman, can you come with me for a minute?” Jack asked. “I need to ask Mr. Drew something he won’t enjoy answering, and I’m hoping that if you’re there next to me, he won’t kill me on the spot for it. Alright? All you’ll have to do is stand there. And you’ll probably get some nice secrets out of it.”

Excited at the thought of listening in on such a conversation, Norman agreed, and the two of them made their way to Joey’s office. The door shut loudly.

“Joey,” Jack began, in a tone one might use to calm down a wild animal, “someone I care deeply about is infected with ink. Now look- I don’t want trouble. I don’t have any personal reason to want your secrets to get out. Please tell me how to help him get better, and I’ll do it completely inconspicuously if it’s possible.”

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“What did he say?” Sammy asked. The look on Jack’s face wasn’t especially encouraging.

“Well, he said that a hospital can help you- if we take you a couple miles from New York, first. He said that the ink is alive in you, and it needs to be taken away from the ink machine in order to kill it. If we don’t do that, the ink will live in you no matter what anyone tries to do to get rid of it, and you’ll be in and out of treatment for the rest of your life- which would likely be a very short, unhealthy one. So, that isn’t an option.”

Sammy didn’t understand why Jack looked so hopeless at the thought of killing the ink. “Okay,” Sammy said cautiously, “That sounds doable. What else?”

“Well, the thing is that once the ink is dead, it won’t be able to help keep you alive, so all that tissue damage, organ damage, and dehydration is actually going to hurt you. Joey gave me some tips on how to increase the chance that you’ll end up at the hospital alive, but it’s still possible you won’t make it.”

Sammy was in shock. “I-I might die before I make it the hospital?”

“Yes. Joey said that you should go home and eat something with a lot of liquid in it. I take it you physically haven’t been able to drink anything but ink in a while, have you?”

“It’s been a few weeks,” Sammy admitted.

“He also said that we should lance any obvious deposits of ink before we head out. I can help you with the lancing. And... one last thing, Sammy?”

“Yes?”

“I quit this place, because it’s dripping with a deadly biohazard. I definitely suggest you do the same- especially if you’re in the habit of drinking ink, which Joey said you might be.”

Sammy sucked in a deep breath. “Please tell me that’s everything.”

“That’s everything.”

“Alright. Thank you, Jack. Honestly, thank you.”

The two went to Jack’s place, and with a knife, they set to work lancing any obvious deposits of ink. Sammy had them all over- on his legs, on his chest, his back, and some fairly severe ones on his hands. One by one, they were cut open, squeezed out, and bandaged. By the end, Sammy was in a lot of pain, and Jack’s bathtub was stained not only with substantial amounts of ink, but with a fair amount of blood.

“I don’t feel stronger,” Sammy admitted, looking down with his arms crossed over himself. “What if Joey gave us this advice to trick you into killing me? Or he didn’t understand how far along I was?”

Jack sighed. He’d made a good point, honestly. But Sammy needed comfort. “He didn’t lie. I’m sure of it. Just trust me, alright?”

“Alright,” Sammy replied.

“Do you want to stay over tonight?” Jack asked, “It might help you dread tomorrow a little less.”

“Are you sure you want me here? I’ll get ink and blood all over the place.”

“You will? Then we haven’t bandaged you up enough- you shouldn’t be leaking like that. And anyhow, don’t worry about it- it’s just one night, I don’t want you to go through this alone.”

Sammy agreed to stay over, though all he wanted to do was wash off and rest. The next day, the two of them headed out of New York in Jack’s car.

“Alright, Sammy, you know the drill. Tell me when you feel the ink dying, and I’ll turn the car around as quickly as possible.”

Sammy nodded. It was only a few miles before he did.

“Now,” Sammy croaked. He was already looking greener. Jack found a place to turn around and took it.

“Everything hurts...” Sammy complained. It was true. He felt weak and heavy, as though a large percentage of his body had suddenly become dead weight. His lungs stung, and when his breathing was wet and slightly laboured. Pain was building in his head, in the cuts he’d given himself the day before, and especially in his organs.

“It’ll be okay, Sammy. I promise. Just hang in there, and drink some water.”

Though it was hardly his most overpowering sensation, Sammy was very thirsty. Jack watched with concern as Sammy took one of water bottles in weak, shaky hands, took a sip from it, and then fell forwards, entirely limp.

Jack slammed his foot on the gas pedal. He was going about 85 miles an hour, and he mentally calculated that he’d need about eight minutes to get Sammy to the outskirts of town and hopefully not too much longer to get him to a hospital. Risky as it was, Jack grabbed Sammy’s hand to check for a pulse. It was certainly there. A cop by the side of the road saw them, but let them go by- perhaps seeing that Jack was hardly doing this for pleasure. Thankfully, traffic was thin that day. Jack checked Sammy’s pulse again while at a stop sign- still strong, and pulled up in front of a hospital. He ran in, pushed his way past a line of people, and spoke to the secretary. “My friend is in my car. He’s unconscious and I have reason to believe that he needs immediate attention if he’s going to live. Please help him.”

Within a minute, Sammy was being rushed in for medical attention, leaving Jack to wait in the lobby and fill out the necessary forms. Hours later, a nurse approached him. “You’re Jack Fain, the one who brought in Sammy Lawrence?”

“Yes,” Jack answered.

“Well, Mr. Fain, we have some serious questions for you. What happened to Sammy? His condition isn’t exactly easy to identify.”

“His workplace is filled with a biohazard. He got infected and kept it secret for weeks. How is he? Is his condition stable?”

The nurse grimaced. “Stable, yes. He’s on life support, but we’ll be able to keep him alive. We’re not sure when or if he’ll wake up again since we haven’t been able to diagnose. Would you like to see him?”

“Sure,” Jack replied.

Seeing Sammy laying still as a corpse on a hospital bed, with three different IVs in his arm, a tube in his throat, and the beep of a heart monitor nearby, was not an encouraging sight. It moved Jack to tears. “Call me when he’s up. Or when it’s time to say goodbye,” Jack croaked to the nurse. With that, he left.

Jack spent the next few days fraught with anxiety. To make matters worse, the hospital had called Jack to ask where Sammy had worked and gotten infected. Jack had said he didn’t know, because he didn’t want to risk either of them being killed by Joey for leaking his secrets. If Sammy died, he’s have to wonder if it was partially on his own hands. Jack’s husband tried to reassure him that he’d done all that could be done, and Jack knew it was true, but it was still a scary time.

In what felt like weeks but was actually just a couple days, the hospital called Jack and told him that Sammy’s tissue damage seemed to be repairing itself and that he was responding well to treatment. Thankfully, none of his organs had been damaged enough to require a transplant. A week later, he was called to tell him that Sammy was awake again.

Seeing Sammy again was a massive weight off Jack’s shoulders. The dark spots on his body had shrunk significantly, and he looked much healthier, especially now that most of those tubes and wires were gone.

“Sammy. You’re alive.”

“Yep. I must be part cockroach because it takes quite a bit to kill me.”

Jack smiled. “Ha, yeah. The radio is calling you a walking miracle. Even though probably haven’t walked yet, since you just woke up.”

Sammy prickled. “No, I can walk. I’m not that weak!”

“Right, sorry. So, when you woke up, did they pepper you with questions on how you got into this state in the first place?”

Sammy took a quick look around the room to make sure no one was listening in. “Well, they asked me where I worked. I told them it was an ink manufacturing plant that I didn’t remember the name of. I think they bought it. Why, are people pestering you about it?”

“No. But I’ve been hearing about the investigation on the radio. They all want to know about the man who who somehow got several pounds of ink into his system and lived. As far as I can tell, no one suspects a thing about our old workplace, or magic. I think we’re free of it, buddy. I don’t think Joey is ever going to be in our lives again.”

Now Sammy looked like a weight had been lifted from him. “I had no idea how badly I needed to hear that until now.”

Over the coming weeks, Jack regularly visited Sammy in the hospital. He looked stronger every time Jack saw him. The news story died down without much fanfare. Sammy got out with a clean bill of health, and Joey Drew Studios gradually became a distant memory to them.

#Bendy and the Ink Machine #sammy lawrence #Jack Fain #my fanfiction

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yeocult · 4 years

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Hii~ ursa minor, corvus, orion, gemini, betelgeuse, deneb, spica, proxima centauri, mimosa, star cluster, moon, comet, delta iv heavy, heavy falcon, soyuz, RCS, RD-270, raptor? (so sorry it's a lot of questions 😅)

*cracks knuckles* it’s time to get ready to overshare !! thank you for sending so much in!! it was fun hehe

ursa minor: do you have hobbies or interests that no one knows about?

hmm sports, writing, and editing? i enjoy watching sports matches and being nerdy about analyzing the players and game lol, mostly basketball and volleyball! i hate playing sports though lol. writing and editing are just for fun! (irl ppl don’t know much so i guess it’s a secret). i’d like to pursue editing to something more serious though!

corvus: what are 5 things you appreciate about yourself?

1. neatness and i’m organized! / 2. i only surround myself with good people, if there’s something off about a person i immediately cut them off (idk if this is me running away from everything bad or that i respect myself lol) / 3. how easily inspired i am / 4. chill? (is that the right word?) sometimes i just can’t bring myself to care that much abt certain things lol / 5. fashion sense i think

orion: what element would you like to be able to bend?

i convinced myself i was a waterbender when i was younger lmao but i’d like to bend fire! no reasons, i just think it’s cool hehe

gemini: which character (fictional or not) is your spirit animal?

shizuku from whisper of the heart and ursula from kiki’s delivery service...they are just so comforting!! having a lil studio in the forest is such a dream!

betelgeuse: which video games gives you nostalgia for a place you have never been to?

ah i don’t play any video games :-(

deneb: you can turn one book into a movie,tv show or video game. which one are you picking?

omg this is a hard one! i’ll probably think about this more but rn i’m completely stuck >///<

spica: when do you consider a movie “good”?

no plotholes, it’s consistent, and not so cliche. the texture, not bland, and good writing is important too. soundtrack that evokes emotions is kinda important to me as well. not so much necessary but i like it when a movie has an open ending! i look forward to the cinematography a lot too :D but honestly, everything needs to work well together, the writers, actors, and production team.

proxima centauri: if you would have the chance to travel the world, which places or countries would you like to see?

ooooh i want to visit china, germany, dublin, singapore, hanoi, japan, s.korea, and new york! so many places >///<

mimosa: what do you associate with your favourite colour?

beige - comfort, coffee, home, silence, sundays, fresh sheets, and cookie dough :DD

star cluster: what is something you have gained, something you have lost and something you let go of during the past year?

gained - interest in filmography, writing, and editing / lost - activeness ?? lmao ever since quarantine I've gotten so lazy / let go of - a close friend of 5 years

moon: “A man is made of memories. It is all we are.“ (Lawrence) what do you think this means? Do you agree?

kind of! how we act and behave was all from our childhood—memories. it shapes us how we are today. we think a lot, we experience a lot, so it think this is what the quote means...? hopefully i don’t sound stupid lol

comet: you have the chance to undo one thing or decision in your life, would you take it? If you are comfortable sharing: what did you change?

yes! i would taken more opportunity and put myself out there more often even if i’ll get hurt—i think it’s a learning experience that i’ll never get back

delta iv heavy: what is your favourite thing about your degree course?

ah i’m not there yet (i’m assuming this is for uni/college). but, i’d like to study fashion design or something in the art department hehe

heavy falcon: what is a subject you are highly interested in but you would never study yourself?

english, biochem, interior design, history, ohmygod i have a lot. but the thing with me is that i’m very interested in anything, i’m curious, but i’ll never commit to anything that isn’t art because i’m simply just not passionate enough. there’s a difference with being interested/curious and passionate for me...? (not to mention i suck at anything else lol)

soyuz: language(s) you would like to learn?

chinese!! i’ve actually started learning 2 years ago but never continued with it because it’s just too hard !!! >:( i also can’t even speak my mother tongue fluently so i need to get that first before learning another one. the tones...are soooo !!! difficult !!!!! i’ve also learned french for 7 years but i sound embarrassing sigh

RCS: how do you stay focused and productive?

sigh...i’m the worst student ever. i just kinda guilt trip myself into studying like “you’re a burden if you don’t do good on xyz” or like just slap myself and get it over with yk? it’s not the best lmaoooooo

RD-270: Do you need silence to study? or do you like to listen to music? if so, what is your go-to study-playlist?

rarely, i like to listen to music 99% of the time. it’s either a random khh/krnb playlist with new songs i’ve never listened to, lofi, or piano music! sometimes i’ll listen to my own playlists but it’s distracting with songs i know lol

Raptor: do you study at home or do you prefer to study at the library/in cafés?

sigh, i hate studying outside. maybe that’ll change for me in the future. i’ve tried studying in the library and i got nothing good done. i’ve also never went to a cafe to study. although i do love the vibes, it’s usually too loud for me. i like being in the comfort of my own room :))

send me a space asks!

#games #caz <3 #waaah it's a longggg one #ty for sending in :')

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sayingthesamethings · 4 years

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Through the Camera Lens (Oneshot)

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x GN!Reader

Summary: It’s hard to for (Name) to see the outside world through the small hospital room window from their bed on the other side of the room. Taehyung is determined to close the gap.

Warnings: Hospitalization, mentions of ivs, light angst

Author’s Note: I’ve been really inspired recently for these oneshots. Don’t worry about Magic Shop, I’m just taking a break by writing other content. It’s a nice breath of fresh air for me.

Taehyung thumbed at the rough material of his camera strap. He smiled politely at the nurses and patients he passed by on his way down the long corridor.

The idol wonders to himself if he should’ve brought flowers, but he was quick to remember that (Name) didn’t particularly like the mess they caused last time. Taehyung had also wanted to bring a few stuffed animals to keep (Name) company, but they weren’t allowed on their bed for long, as it would disrupt the ivs and monitor wires.

Taehyung did the next best thing.

“(Name)? It’s me,” Taehyung called out as he gently knocked on the open door. He peeked his head in and smiled at the sight of his significant other eagerly awaiting. “Hey, jagi,” Taehyung greeted cheerily as he slowly approached (Name)’s hospital bed.

“Tae,” (Name) greeted fondly. “You’re early today.” Taehyung pulled the faux leather chair up to their bedside from its position against the pale blue wall. He wanted to sit beside (Name) on their bed, but he was always too scared of pulling a wire or tube.

Taehyung giggled through his boxy grin and replied, “I wanted to see you as soon as possible.”

The smile faltered on (Name)’s lips. “You didn’t get in trouble, right, Tae?” Taehyung earnestly shook his head. He gently cradled one of (Name)’s cold hands in both of his.

“Of course not,” the idol answered and bent down to kiss the knuckle of (Name)’s thumb. “We finished our schedule a little early today. You know Bang PD-nim is okay with this,” Taehyung reminded as he tried to rub some of his warmth into (Name)’s fingertips.

(Name) breathed, “Of course.”

This had been Taehyung’s only request. He wanted full privacy with his jagiya. No bodyguards following him past the front desk, no shooting or photography for any reason by the company, no exposure to the media and press. Taehyung wanted for (Name) to heal and recover in total peace. He wouldn’t use their harrowing time of need to paint himself an image. Bang PD was kind enough to comply with Taehyung’s request so long as the idol worked hard and stuck to his schedule.

Taehyung has been more than willing to agree to the producer’s terms, and worked harder than ever to complete his schedules so that he could go and spend time with his sickly lover.

(Name) gazed lovingly at Taehyung with tired, sunken eyes. They knew that Taehyung was working hard and stretching himself thin between his work and making trips to the hospital to visit them. It took quite some convincing from Taehyung for (Name) to allow themself to be selfish for once and bathe in their boyfriend’s attention. The male had assured (Name) plenty of times that it was okay for them to want to see him after work.

“You brought your camera today,” (Name) noted excitedly. Taehyung nodded and turned the camera on. “Where did you go this time?”

Dismissively, Taehyung said, “We just walked around a field this morning before we went into the studio.” His charcoal eyes became fixated on the screen of his camera as he began scrolling through the gallery. He absently commented, “I’ll get to bring some more exciting ones next week since we’re driving to Incheon for a commercial shoot.”

(Name) frowned and protested, “All of your photos are exciting, Taehyung.” At the sound of his full name, the idol lifted his head to show his curiosity.

“Huh?” Taehyung mumbled dumbly. (Name), with what little strength they had, reached over to squeeze one of Taehyung’s hands, frozen on the camera.

“I love seeing all of your photographs,” (Name) declared with a shallow wrinkle between their eyebrows. Taehyung swallowed stiffly as (Name) continued, “Every single one of them. I love them all. They’re all masterpieces in their own right.”

Taehyung visibly shifted in his seat, and his eyes darted to the side. He licked at his lips nervously.

“Some of them are so boring,” Taehyung argued and pulled up a shot he had taken of an elderly woman standing outside of a corner shop. He whispered, “There’s nothing really there.”

(Name) shook their head and retorted, “But there is. Or else you wouldn’t have taken a picture at that moment.” Taehyung was rendered speechless for a moment. (Name) gently eased the camera out of Taehyung’s limp hands. “I love seeing the world through your eyes. Because you see something special in the littlest of things.”

Taehyung leaned over the edge of the bed and closer to (Name) to look at his photographs together. (Name) suddenly stopped scrolling through on the picture, taken by Jimin, of Taehyung and them celebrating the group’s album release.

“You saw something special in me,” (Name) whispered as their eyes began to water. Taehyung nuzzled his forehead into their temple. “You’re my window to the world, Taehyung.” The male shut his eyes tightly and pressed his lips into a tight line at the slightest hint of strain to (Name)’s voice.

“Anything for you, jagiya,” Taehyung murmured as his free hand cautiously caressed the crown of (Name)’s head. His deep voice helped soothe the pressure building in (Name)’s chest. “Just focus on getting well so we can see it all together,” Taehyung cooed as he planted a firm kiss on the curve of their jaw.

(Name) tittered at the feeling of Taehyung’s lips grazing their cheek. Taehyung hummed happily at the sound and cradled their chin to pull them into a soft kiss. (Name)’s chapped lips were rough against the even texture of his own, but it never bothered him enough to consider pulling away. The idea of showering the love of his life with affection was much more pressing than giving them chapstick.

Pulling away reluctantly, (Name) beamed at their boyfriend before they requested, “Let me see the photos from the field! What were they growing?”

Taehyung chuckled and pulled up said pictures. He watched on as (Name) examined the photos in pure awe and amazement. The idol was more than happy to answer whatever questions his significant other had and rant to them about his thoughts and feelings in the moment.

Eventually, visiting hours would come to an end, and the two would exchange their quiet farewells before the nurses could come to escort the idol out of the room. (Name) would sadly return Taehyung’s camera but not before making their boyfriend promise to bring them more the next time he visited. In return, Taehyung would ask for them to take care of themselves and be good for the nurses.

And so, the curtains would slowly draw close over (Name)’s window to the world. Never for long, though. The morning would come again and with it, Taehyung would arrive to pull back the curtains and show them his world over and over again.

Until the day (Name) could be by his side again.

#kim taehyung x reader #x reader #reader insert #taehyung x reader #kim taehyung x gn reader #x gn reader #taehyung x gn reader #kim taehyung x gn!reader #x gn!reader #taehyung x gn!reader

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feral-anarchy · 5 years

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Drama with TDP... Again

Quick Edit: I am NOT choosing sides. I am still open to any and all information. I am simply giving you a side of a story I believe plays some part in all of this. Do with it what you will. I am going to continue doing what I have been doing since the beginning until more information presents itself. If Aaron is bad- He will be dead to me and I will advicate for his immediate removal within the prefession as well as protection for these girls. Justice. If the girls are lying- I will continue to support Wonderstorm and keep doing what im doing now without much change.

If you come to me aggresively, I will not aknowledge you, I will block and move on. Though I will still answer questions and take in any information with an open mind and a calm tone. Secondary Edit: I realised some of my times were off and a helpful anon was able to present me with a more accurate timeline. Ive copy and pasted their message to me so that you can have the accurate times. Please be aware of this before reading the post below. I will not edit my original post as I wish to keep the original content intact to avoid possible confusion. “The story with the aaravos blog can't have happened last year in april. That would make it april 2018 and the dragon prince wasn't even released before october 2018. All of this happened this year. Dani left in June. Lulu left like a couple of months later. August or september? But anyways it's not true that they left wonderstorm a year ago. It's been merely a few months and Lulu's departure is super recent.“ Final Edit: After searching on Twitter, I have come across this image. Aaron has spoken about this when it originally came out and had this to say of it. (This is a private message to someone who then went on to make it public.)

~~~~~~~~~~~ Original Post Below ~~~~~~~~~~~ I really do not want to give any more effort into this but I feel that I must post. Im unsure of how many this will reach but I believe you need to know something before you continue to blindly choose sides.

Listen, at the end of the day you will choose your ‘side’ though I wish there was no need for sides.

This drama that is appearing all over twitter is OLD NEWS. Danika and Lulu DO NOT and HAVE NOT worked at Wonderstorm since this all went down a year ago.

Here is my take on all of this:

A year ago, I believe it was April? There was a very popular blog called Ask-Aaravos-Anything. This blog was liked and followed by a lot of the fanbase. Well, out of the blue there were accusations of AAA child luring, having NSFW material littering their blog and not taking into consideration the younger fans.

Now, anyone who actually interacted with this blog knew all of that to be absolute lies. AAA was always very traight forward, took everything into consideration, repeatedly reminded us to be mindful of how we tag things and never had actual nsfw materials on their blog.

At the time Danika was managing the tumblr tdp blog. Danika DMed AAA and was vile and aggressive in her messages, enough so that AAA deactivated shortly after. You can still find some of the screenshots of the actual DMs as well as some DMs of AAA conversing with others about what happened and how they had felt about it and why they were deactivating. Soon after AAA’s deactivation, we got news that Danika had been scolded for her actions (As the entire fanbase who knew what was going on got up in arms about it) and she suddenly, convenietly had ‘another better job oppertunity’ And shortly after that we began to hear of general workplace harassment and gaslighting and sexual harassment from Danika.

As you know, that brought everyone up in arms once again and there was discourse. Then her friend, Lulu popped up as well with the same talk of harassment and having to deal with a negative work enviroment. Being in this industry for one is absolutely grueling, its not for everyone. It can be as bad as being in the film industry with actual actors.

Eventually things simmered down and life moved on.

Both Danika and Lulu have had an ENTIRE YEAR to talk about this, to continue pushing the issue, to continue speaking of these issues- they were fine speaking of it last year. Yet they remained quiet for all this time.

Now, when season 3 is about to drop, when Netflix likes to cancel shows, at this critical moment- they suddenly both pop up again? Neither of them work there anymore, this shouldnt be an issue for them anymore. Especially when they had ALL THIS TIME to talk of it. Yet they didnt.

And in regards to Danika stating they already had season 3 ready long, long ago- I have been in this industry briefly and I know people who are still in it, thats not how these things work. I doubt they were done months and months ago and were just sitting around doing nothing. Animation takes time- I wont get into it but its a lot.

Now listen.. As hard as it might be to swallow, we DO NOT know all the facts, only what we have been told by Danika and Lulu. And with Aaron refusing to make any statements or even acknowleding theres anything going on its hard to gather any real information- and we wont. We will not get anymore information, we will not get any more facts.

Unless authorities are involved or someone brings in a hidden camera into the studio, we will never know what the actual truth is. If it comes out that the girls are right then I’ll eat a spreader bar.

But I am going to continue supporting TDP and those who are part of this creation. (I dont care about Aaron, I care about the animators, voice actors, sketch artists, ect) I am going to continue posting content, continue writing fanfic, continue interacting with TDP related blogs.

Because I find it VERY suspicious this crap pops back up right now when its been so silent for an entire year.

If you couldn’t tell already, I already am wary of these girls because of what they did to AAA and the community at the time.

I refuse to be a mindless follower, I will not take sides until there are actual FACTS presented. I know this all sounds harsh, but I am wary of trusting anything spoken without proof. I have proof- just look it up, the old screenshots are still floating around. Im a assault survivor too- I am in full support if this all comes out to be true- and Ill eat that spreader bar.

I just thought I would put in my two cents and let you all know what originally went on, and why i am suspicious of this all flaring up again after being silent for so long. I will not be speaking of this again, nor will I be posting another big post such as this. However I will answer any questions you may have on this topic. Im not bashing on the girls, I am simply wary of believeing anything they say after what they did to AAA.

#tdp #the dragon prince #give us the saga #i choose no sides #I want facts #wary of everything #danika and lulu #wonderstorm #ask-aaravos-anything #what originally happened

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bettas-and-other-oddities · 5 years

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Betta Q&A and misconceptions (Pt1)

* "Bettas are sold in small cups, so they must need a small tank!"

Unfortunately, from my experience working at a petstore, we keep bettas in cups because its easier to sell, and we don't have the time to perfectly match each betta with the fish already in our tanks. And my corporate is too thick headed to make a cool betta rack where each one is filtered and heated ect. It sucks to watch. The recommended tank size for a betta is NO LESS than 2.5, but I recomend at least 5 gallons.

* "Bettas don't need a heater"

Bettas absolutely need a heater. As referred to above, we don't have the space, or a small enough heater for a 4oz cup. If you dont have a betta in a heated tank, it can slow their metabolism down, lower their immune system defense, and vastly shorten their life span. They are tropical fish.

* "Don't wild bettas live in puddles?"

This is one I constantly get at work when I suggest a larger tank than the .25gal they want. Bettas in the wild TRAVEL in puddles when the dry season is current and they need to find more water. Most of the time, a lot of bettas die because they cook in the puddles, and they can't make it to deeper waters.

* "Do I really need such a large tank for one fish?"

Yes, you do. Bettas looove to swim. That's why its so hard to take pictures of them without putting them in a breeding box of sorts. You really don't need your 987 sq foot house, you could technically live in a nyc studio wherer its just a long rectangle. But you wouldn't be happy. Plus, they come from acres upon acres of rice fields. The best we can do is give them a larger tank.

* "Bettas live in dirty water so I don't need a filter"

They also live in a lot more water than you can provide to them. The larger the space of water they have, the less likely they are to die of ammonia. Having a filter is a must, unless you want to do daily water changes, or have a really intense bioactive set up. It also helps with oxygenating the water. A dirty tank leads to infection and death real quick.

* "My betta built a bubble nest, does that mean he is happy?"

Unfortunately, no. It means they are sexually mature and they are ready to mate. Ive seen huge bubble nests in betta cups turned yellow from lack of care.

* "Can I keep my betta in a vase with a plant, since the betta can eat the plant and the plant will feed off of the pee and poop"

....this one really irks me. For one, a vase for a flower is too small for a a betta. Two, bettas are insectavores/carnivores. They eat bugs and meat. The only reason the betta will eat the plant is because it is its last attempt to fend off starvation, and at that point, you are torturing the poor animal.

* "Bettas only need to eat once a week"

Please don't starve your fish. At the pet store we feed them twice a week because they live in cups, they don't swim, and are cold. If we fed them everyday they would swim in their own waste, die from toxic ammonia, and get swim bladder issues constantly. At home, if you have a bigger tank, you need to feed your betta at least 5 times a week. Its good to have fast days, but do not give your betta fast weeks. They will burn those calories really quickly zipping around their large home.

* "Bettas are so aggressive they can't live with any other type of fish!"

Whenever people say this I can't help but roll my eyes a little, because they normally say it like a betta fish is a harpy or some mythical beast. Usually, you can house bettas with other tropical fish, as long as they aren't flashy and fin nippers. Ive had luck with neon tetras, snails, shrimp, and even at one point a lil khuli loach. It depends vastly on the temperament of the betta. Mushroom for example, as small as he is, I know he is really aggressive. Finnigan would probably tolerate a tank mate, and Talos would be okay with a tank mate. You really need to know your bettas temperament to determine an appropriate tank mate.

* "Females are smaller and peaceful, so I can put them together!"

No, you cannot. Females are just as aggressive, and more dangerous because they don't have long heavy fins slowing them down. Do NOT have a sorority of bettas. Its never a matter of if they fail, its always when.

* "How long do bettas live"

I used to say 3-5 years, but lately with the disgusting rate of over breeding for colour and aggression, its more like 1-2.5 years.

* "How do I get my betta to love me?"

Its an open debate whether bettas have the brain complexity to be able to love their owners. In my opinion, they really don't. I think that they can have basic emotions such as anger/aggresion, and comfort when they are housed nicely. You can train your betta to come up to you and flair whenever you feed them, but it really is just a food response rather than a love response.

* "How do I know if my betta is sick?"

I usually take a picture of my fish when I buy them if I think they are healthy. I then compare the photo to the fish if I think there is something wrong. I also keep a look out for lethargy, loss of fins, loss of appetite, and if they have any odd growths like a tumor or fingus.

* "My betta fish is lazy and does nothing but hide, so all bettas are like that"

If your betta does nothing but hide and act lazy, I would make sure he is healthy and your water quality is good. There are some shy/lazy bettas out there, but usually they are still active sometimes. It also can be due to the fact that you have almost nothing in your tank, and they loathe large open spaces, as it makes them feel unsafe and vulnerable and stressed. Bettas love to be active.

* "Bettas are just dumb fish and there is nothing special about them"

Granted bettas are not everyones cup of tea, bettas do have great personalitys and are acutally really smart. I've trained Finnigan (even though he is a gourami) to "give me kiss" before he gets his food (he has to swim to where my finger is and peck the glass before he gets a treat) and I've taught Talos to flair on command. Some people train their bettas to jump through hoops. You get as much interaction as you put in.

#betta advice #betta fish #bettablr #male betta #betta splendens #bettatank #aquablr #aquarium #aquariumblr #aquariums #betta help #fish tank #siamese fighting fish #betta misconceptions #fishblr #betta #betta q&a

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duhragonball · 4 years

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[FIC] Luffa: The Legendary Super Saiyan (116/?)

Disclaimer: This story features characters and concepts based on Dragon Ball, which is a trademark of Bird Studio/Shueisha and Toei Animation. This is an unauthorized work, and no profit is being made on this work by me. This story is copyright of me. Download if you like, but please don’t archive it without my permission. Don’t be shy.

Continuity Note: About 1000 years before the events of Dragon Ball Z.

Previous chapters conveniently available here.

[12 March, 233 Before Age. Ristet IV.]

Yesterday, Zatte had killed an alien invader, single-handedly liberating the Ristet IV. Unfortunately, her swift assassination left no clues about the invader's origins or intentions. Her best guess was that he was simply an opportunist seeking to exploit the chaos of the Federation-Jindan War for the sake of looting. His spaceship contained no useful data that would confirm or refute this theory.

Nor did the jamming device he had set up in orbit around the planet. With the invader dead, there was no one to stop Zatte from taking his own ship into orbit and using it to find the jammer. Once this was done, she quickly radioed the Federation starfleet nearby and inform them that the situation was under control.

With that matter resolved, Zatte finally returned to her own vessel, the star-yacht Emerald Eye, to take care of one last responsibility. She docked the invader's one-seat pod in the cargo bay, and met Dotz in her usual haunt, the observation deck. Night had fallen at the spaceport where the Eye was undergoing repairs, and Dotz had shut off the interior lighting of the deck, leaving herself illuminated only by her collection of candles, and the starlight that shone through the transparent dome covering the deck. Zatte entered, and sat cross-legged on the floor in front of Dotz. She saw no point in any greeting or preamble, and simply started talking.

"So yeah, I had a vision once," she began. "An epiphany. It showed me that Luffa is destined to be an important part of the divine plan."

The fortune-teller nodded pleasantly and seemed to consider these words for longer than Zatte would have liked. She was uncomfortable enough discussing such a personal experience out loud, and she doubted that any reaction from Dotz would put her at ease. Even so, she felt Dotz had earned her respect, and she was determined to share this.

"One god, or many?" Dotz finally asked.

"Huh?"

"Well, uh, I get a lot of clients who have religious experiences," she said. "I find it helpful to know if we're talking about monotheism or polytheism before we discuss it." She paused before adding: "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make it sound like your experience was commonplace. Um, it does happen to a lot of people, but that doesn't make your experience any less special."

"No, it's okay," Zatte said. "I just never considered that before. I'm so used to being on my own with this, that I never thought of comparing notes with anyone. We... we call it Providence, and consider it uncountable."

"I see," Dotz said.

"Luffa hates it when aliens compare her to supernatural figures, like angels or goddesses. She feels like it dismisses her accomplishments as a mortal warrior."

"I see that a lot too," Dotz said. "A lot of powerful people struggle with the idea of fate, or a higher authority."

"I don't think of her like that. I mean, she's sacred, but not divine," Zatte said.

"What did you see?" Dotz asked. "In your vision, I mean? Did Providence speak to you?"

Zatte didn't answer right away. Something about the way the older woman said "Providence" without really knowing what it meant. It was respectful enough, but it still bothered her somehow. "Maybe this is a bad idea. I... I don't know if I should be talking about it."

"Oh. You didn't hear a voice," Dotz said. "It was more of a feeling, one that you recognized immediately."

Zatte was beginning to stand up when Dotz said this. She knew Dotz had clairvoyant abilities, but somehow those abilities still had a way of catching her by surprise.

"We don't have to talk about this if you don't want to," Dotz said. "But I don't want to make you think that your experience doesn't count. There's no rule that says you have to hear a voice, or see a certain thing."

Zatte sat back down and gathered the will to continue. "Luffa saved me," she said. Not in the vision, I mean. She was saving me in real life when I had the vision. I was... well it's a long story, but I was sick. She purged that sickness from me with her powers. And while she did, she managed to do the same for a lot of other people at the same time."

"From what I've seen, that sounds like a typical day for her," Dotz said. "Not to diminish what she does, but..."

"This was different," Zatte said. "At least, different for me. As I recovered, I could feel her mind touching my own. I understood what it was like for her. Just... just this constant drive to fight and prove herself. Like a surf pounding at the shore."

"Go on."

"Well, I just remember feeling so... restored. I was finally myself again. And she was doing something so good for the universe. She was purging a great evil, and I don't think she even really knew how important that was. It just pissed her off, so she struck back. And something told me. Not with words, really. I just remembered thinking that this was the sort of thing she was meant to do. And it felt so right to think of that that, like it was the truest thing I've ever known."

"And you still feel that way," Dotz surmised. Zatte was nodding in agreement before she could even finish saying it.

"This war... well, I think it's the start of something big, like everything is coming to a head," Zatte said. "I don't have any way to be sure, but she's beaten just about everyone else in the galaxy. If she defeats Trismegistus and the Saiyans working for him, then there's no one left to oppose her. I don't know what'll happen, but there's all these signs. Her son, the Saiyan Free Company, they're all showing up to help her save their people. And... well, you being here can't be a coincidence, right?"

"Me?" Dotz asked.

"Well, sure," Zatte said. "You're like a prophet, bearing witness to whatever comes next. It's got to mean something. I'm sure of it."

"I... I don't see how," Dotz said. "My abilities changed after Luffa helped me out of that coma, but I still have a blind spot where her own future is concerned. I still can't tell how her battle in the Fedender system is going."

"It'll work out," Zatte said. "Somehow. Why don't you try again? We can't radio Fedender while their communications are being jammed, so for the time being, you're all we've got."

Zatte didn't like asking this of her. It made it sound like she was admitting that she didn't trust Luffa to take care of herself. And Dotz seemed to be frustrated with the "blind spot" in her abilities. But they didn't have much else to do, and Dr. Topsas was away, and she still worried about Luffa, even if there was no need.

With a heavy sigh, Dotz nodded, and began reshuffling her cards.

*******

[12 March, 233 Before Age. Nagaoka.]

It was something of a relief for Trismegistus to disrobe. The heavy garment had its uses, but one of them was the dramatic impact it had when he took it off. So many of his followers rarely got to see his face, and so it became something of an honor when he revealed it to them. It was important to make even simple gestures like these take on a greater significance. The cloak landed at his feet with a thud, thanks to the iridium weights sewn into the lining. A minor touch, but one he enjoyed.

Behind him, Treekul stood at ease, awaiting his next command. He felt a twinge of shame at the high priestess "costume" he had arranged for her. Was it really necessary to objectify her in such a revealing outfit? Probably not, though it kept her off-balance, and he did enjoy her figure, even if he found her lavender skin off-putting. He often thought that she would look so much lovelier with a Saiyan complexion. Perhaps he would alter her pigmentation someday, to suit his own aesthetic. That thought also embarrassed him a little, but he didn't allow it to bother him. Treekul belonged to him now. She wasn't indoctrinated like the cultists, but that made no difference, since she was trapped on the planet with no way to survive except by his favor. He would do with her as he saw fit, and for now, she served him best as a symbol of power to display before the others.

Before him, one of his newest followers, Lesseri, knelt before him in supplication. She was like most Saiyans-- proud, stubborn, ambitious-- but those qualities made Saiyans very easy to control. He had promised her great power, and in return, he had asked for her complete devotion. It was an easy bargain for Saiyans like Lesseri. They all craved more power, and they cared little for how they got it, or who they had to thank. But once they got the power they craved, they always craved a little more, and that was when they would finally begin to have second thoughts about their choices.

"Rise, Faithful Lesseri," he finally said.

"Thank you, my lord," she replied as she stood. He hadn't given her permission to speak yet, but she was still new to the cult, and that lesson could wait for another time. For now, it was best to teach her about matters that already held her attention.

"What troubles you, child?" he asked. He addressed them all this way, even the ones who were older than himself. It was important to condition them to think of him as their superior in every sense.

"I... well, I think there was something wrong with my initiation rites, sir."

The reluctance in her voice was music to his ears. She had only just joined his flock, and she was already unsure about defying him. Oh, she had been very vocal about her complaints in private, or rather, what she assumed was privacy. But now that she stood face to face with him, she was much more careful with her words. She would make a fine servant.

"Something wrong with the initiation rites?" he asked. "Why do you say that, child? You fasted for three days, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"You drank the elixir, I prepared for you, didn't you?"

"Yes, sir."

"You observed all of the other sacred rites. The garland, the linen belt, the oath of the yoke."

"Yes, sir."

"And you have become stronger than you were before you came to me. You feel it, don't you?" Trismegistus asked.

"Very much, my lord," Lesseri said. "But..."

"But it's not enough," he said, anticipating her next words. "Is it?"

"I, er, don't mean to seem ungrateful, sir..."

"Why do you feel cheated, Lesseri?" he asked. There was no anger or hurt in his voice. He spoke kindly and patiently, as if the implied accusation in her words did not exist. "You may speak freely. In fact, I command it."

She hesitated, then said: "Guwar, sir. He was weaker than me before we joined you. Now he and I both have the Jindan power, and he's stronger than I am."

"Oh?" he said. "And what of it?"

"You gave him more power than you gave me!" Lesseri said. "It isn't fair!" She had tried to be obeisant and respectful, but now her frustration and outrage began to well up inside her. She believed he was playing dumb with her, and she was right. It wasn't fair. The lesson she needed to learn had nothing to do with fairness.

"Let's say you're right," Trismegistus said. "What do you plan to do about it?"

Her building defiance suddenly melted away. Lesseri took a step back from him, as though the question itself had physically shoved her.

"Well?" he asked. "I did order you to speak your mind, Lesseri. Speak."

He enjoyed making them squirm like this. Saiyans like Lesseri thought they would do anything for greater strength, but 'anything' included far, far more than they ever bothered to consider.

"I... I only want what you promised me--" Lesseri said slowly.

"No," Trismegistus said. "You gave yourself to me, Lesseri, and I gave you Jindan in return. As far as I'm concerned, our transaction is concluded. What you're asking for now is to be stronger than Guwar. And I could make you stronger, but you have nothing else to bargain with. Everything you have, everything you are, is mine. Guwar is mine. I owe you nothing. So I'll ask again: what are you going to do about it?"

He looked at Treekul while he waited for Lesseri to come up with an answer. "What do you think, Treekul?" he asked idly.

The alien woman rubbed the back of her buzzcut and smiled uneasily. "Well, she could always quit the cult, right?" Treekul said.

"Yes, she could. You both saw what happened to Salziff when he left my flock," Trismegistus said. "Jindan exacts a tremendous price. Allow me to demonstrate."

Lesseri suddenly collapsed, and a red aura glowed faintly around her body.

"No!" she moaned. "I didn't mean--! I never wanted--!"

"Unlike you, dear Treekul," he said, "Lesseri is free to leave us at any time. However, if she goes, she won't get to take the Jindan power with her."

"You can remove it at will?" Treekul asked. She stepped forward to help Lesseri, then thought better of it. The two women had been allies for a time, and it pleased Trismegistus to separate them this way. Treekul's best chance to survive was to at play along with the role he had laid out for her. She would eventually seek an opportunity to escape, but first she had to earn his trust, which meant that she couldn't squander it by defying him openly. That was the alien's hope, but it was hollow. The fact was that Trismegistus would never trust her, no matter what she did or didn't do. But he would string her along, and make her think her plan was working, and she would continue to obey him, waiting for a chance that would never come. As for Lesseri...

"The Jindan elixir binds the user's ki with my own," he explained. "Increasing their power is a somewhat complicated operation, but taking it away? For me, it is as simple as contracting a muscle. But it's not as simple as filling a cup with fresh wine. A little of the user's ki is mingled in the process, and so when I rescind my gift, the subject always ends up weaker than when she began."

As he said this, the red aura vanished from Lesseri's body, and she looked at her open palms in abject horror. "No!" she gasped.

"Take heart, Lesseri," Trismegistus said. "You're still stronger than Guwar was before he accepted the Jindan power. That must be of some consolation to you."

"Please!" she begged. "I never said I wanted to leave you! I only wanted to be stronger!"

Trismegistus made a cruel smile. "I have no intention of driving you out," he said. "I will return what I have taken from you, Lesseri... tomorrow, I think. That will give you time to reconsider things. And you'll have to prepare for the initiation rites again."

Lesseri made an audible gulp. "Again?" she asked in a small voice.

"I'm afraid restoring Jindan to you isn't as easy as taking it away," Trismegistus said. "At least you won't have to repeat the Crucible. Others have not been so fortunate."

Lesseri began to weep softly. As she did, he turned to Treekul and addressed her.

"Tell me, Treekul. What question should Lesseri have asked me?"

Treekul considered this for a moment, and then shrugged her shoulders. "I'm not sure," she admitted, "but I'm curious about why Guwar got more from the same dose of Jindan elixir. Does it depend on the person, or is that something you can control?"

"Very good, my priestess," he said. "Lesseri can learn a great deal from you already. The problem is that she has a lot to unlearn as well."

"So this is some kind of ideological thing," Treekul guessed. "Guwar was favored because he had greater faith, or because he was worthier in some way."

"It's more complicated than that," Trismegistus said. He looked down at Lesseri, who was still cowering at his feet. "Up on your feet, my child. You're weakened, but you have enough strength to stand, don't you?" He waited for her to rise before he continued. "I need the Saiyans, Treekul. I need them as much as they need me. With each one who joins my fold and receives my sacrament, I grow stronger. In return, I give them strength, purpose, and order."

He walked around the spot where Lesseri stood, and when he was close enough, he reached out and seized her tail in his hand. Lesseri winced with pain, but didn't move.

"You know that a Saiyan's tail is their weak point," he said.

"I've heard," Treekul said. "But I've also heard most Saiyans train their tails to overcome that problem."

"That's right," he said. "Lesseri is a fine example. If she hadn't rigorously trained herself, she would be overcome with agony right now. Left untrained, simple squeeze of my hand would make her helpless, but instead I can only make her uncomfortable. But why should she have a tail at all?"

"The great ape transformation," Treekul said. "I've never seen it, but I hear Saiyans can increase their power dramatically that way."

"That only works under the light of the full moon," he said, "and even then, it's a liability. Most Saiyans lose all control of themselves in the Oozaru form. Even the ones who don't must still be careful, because if an enemy attacks their tail, it could undo the transformation."

"I know some Saiyans cut their tails off," Treekul said. "Including a lot of the ones here."

"Yes, and they are the ones who demonstrate true wisdom," Trismegistus said. "So many Saiyans revere their tails, foolishly attempting to justify a vestigial organ. They let a quirk of biology decide their strengths and weaknesses, rather than taking control of their own destinies. Lesseri has accepted the path of wisdom already. By accepting Jindan, she has rejected the limitations of her own body. One day, we shall hold a ceremony, and she will cut off her own tail, proving once and for all her willingness to cast off her bodily weaknesses."

"Okay," Treekul said, "But Guwar still has his tail, at least for now. What puts him ahead of Lesseri?"

"Guwar has kept his tail out of ignorance and complacency," Trismegistus explained. "Other Saiyans choose to keep them, out of a misplaced sense of pride. They have been taught by false teachers, who fill their heads with heretical nonsense. That is what sets Lesseri apart. That is the true weakness she must cast off. There are many Saiyans afflicted by this corruption, but Lesseri more than most."

"I... I don't know what you're talking about!" Lesseri finally exclaimed. He smiled at the desperation in her voice. "My mother abandoned me to a gestation facility before I was born! I grew up alone! What false teacher--?"

Trismegistus grabbed her by the face, silencing her as harshly as possible. "I speak of the antiprophet herself!" he shouted. "The un-Saiyan, the Queen of Lies! Or do you deny training with Luffa herself?"

The look in her terrified eyes was priceless. Trismegistus lacked the power to read minds, but he knew enough to be assured that Lesseri would now be his forever. She had been "hiding" this secret from him the whole time, worried that if the truth were revealed, that it would ruin her standing here. But he had known all along. He would never tell her how he knew. Best to let her imagination fill in the blank for him. She would assume he could see her thoughts, or that Treekul had betrayed her, or that she had given herself away somehow.

"Hold on," Treekul said. "Lesseri hates Luffa. I mean, sure, she told me once about how she trained with her, but she found the whole thing to be a waste of time, so she quit."

"Of course she did," Trismegistus said. "Even the lost can recognize true evil when they encounter it. Lesseri forsook the wicked, and with your guidance, Treekul, she found the divine. That is to her credit, but her debt must still be paid. The stain of Luffa must still be cleansed."

"Then... then it's not too late for me?" Lesseri asked when he released her. He could practically smell the fear coming from her. She could not leave the cult, and so her only way forward was to embrace it as completely as she could, in the hopes of being deemed 'worthy'. As with Treekul, Lesseri's goal was unreachable. He would lead her towards it, offering her chances to redeem herself, but she could she ever truly be rid of the "sin" of her past association with Luffa.

"It's never too late for anyone, Lesseri," he assured her. "But your path will be very different from Guwar's. Much will be asked of you, and-- for a time-- you will receive little in return. One day, you will be rewarded in full, but first we must purge you of Luffa's corruption, this sense of entitlement you have. Luffa would have us all believe that power is a Saiyan's birthright, to be claimed through perseverance. You cannot win supreme power by your own merit, Lesseri. Compassion, collateral, shrewd negotiation, none of it matters. It can only be received from higher power. My power. You intuited this when you first decided to seek me out. Now, we must teach your conscious mind to understand the great truth you have discovered."

"H-how do I start?" Lesseri asked.

Trismegistus stroked his chin for a moment as he pretended to consider the matter. Then he gave Treekul an expectant look.

"Um... well, if you're asking me," Treekul said with a start, "I'm new to this, but maybe some manual labor? Yeah, nothing like some mindlessly repetitive tasks to, uh, cleanse the spirit."

"Very good," Trismegistus said. "The breeding pits are always in need of cleaning." He patted Lesseri on the shoulder and smiled warmly at her. "One of the deacons will help you get started."

There was something in Lesseri's eyes that betrayed a hint of resentment, but her grateful smile marked the progress he had made. It would take time to break Lesseri to his will, but the important thing was that he had set the terms. She now understood that she had to mold herself to his expectations, instead of the reverse. "Thank you, my lord," she said. "I won't disappoint you."

"Of course not," he said. "Now go, and let my triple-blessing fall upon your task."

Lesseri lowered her head respectfully, and after she had withdrawn from the chamber, Trismegistus turned to Treekul and chuckled.

"Breeding pits?" Treekul asked. "Is that what I think it is?"

"As I told you," he said. "I need the Saiyans as much as they need me. Not only this generation, but the next, and the one after that. I have facilities here on Nagaoka for incubating their progeny, and breeding partners are selected through genetic screening, but when it comes to the copulation, well--" he stepped toward her and put his arm around her waist to pull her closer. "--sometimes the old-fashioned ways are the best."

"Yeah... but Saiyans are really uptight about that stuff," Treekul observed. "You mean you just order them to pair off and cuddle up in some public space?"

She kept glancing down at his arm, which amused him. She didn't like when he touched her, but she knew better than to object. After all, the little fool needed to gain his confidence, didn't she?

"The Saiyans have always been a prudish race," he explained. "The breeding pits serve as a way to de-stigmatize their mating habits, and to ensure that no one shirks their duties."

"Just another way to keep them in line, isn't it? The ones who object get singled out and punished just like Lesseri, don't they?" she asked.

"Absolutely," he said. "You learn quickly, my dear. But enough of this. I have several more alchemical lessons for you today. Lesseri and her kind can wait for another day."

He loosened his grip on her, only to take her by the arm instead. As he led her to his apparatus, she resisted him with a tug.

"Hold on," she said. "What about Guwar? You kept saying how exceptional he's been, but I haven't seen him since I got here."

He looked back at her with a smirk. "I'm sure you'll see him in time, Treekul," he replied. "Though I would remind you that the breeding pits are off-limits to non-Saiyans."

He turned and led her onward, unconcerned with how she reacted to this statement. He suspected that she had feelings towards the Guwar, or perhaps the reverse, or perhaps neither. The point was not to correctly guess what she was thinking, but to make her question her own thoughts, and to cloak himself with an fog of inscrutability, so that no one could be sure what he could do or not do.

That was the key to true power, and why he so enjoyed the chance to disrobe. He left his cloak where it lay. Someone would fetch it for him, and consider the chore to be a tremendous honor.

*******

[12 March, 233 Before Age. Ristet IV.]

"The seven of knives, twelve of horses. The black hole. The bishop. The nine of lances."

"What does all that mean?" Zatte asked as she looked at the cards Dotz had drawn.

"Absolutely nothing," Dotz said. "Well not nothing, but it's all jumbled. Contradictory."

"I don't understand," Zatte said.

Dotz placed her fingertip on one of the cards lying face up on the table. "This one tells me she's going on a journey very soon. But the others indicate that she won't. This one says she's going to die. And this one means that she'll live a very long life."

"I would have thought that there was a consistent prediction for every possible combination of cards," Zatte said. "Otherwise, what's the point?"

"There should be, but... well, I apply my own sensibilities when I do a reading," Dotz explained.

Zatte noticed her tone was even more apologetic than usual. She found it ironic that Luffa, the mightiest Saiyan of her age, had developed such a fast respect for this meek and unassuming middle-aged woman. "The strictest interpretation of this hand is that Luffa is a very passionate person who will be experiencing a great challenge soon. Well, pardon my saying so, but that just doesn't tell us very much at all."

"No, I suppose it doesn't tell us a whole lot," Zatte said, "but your own interpretation doesn't make sense."

"It's worse than that," Dotz continued. She looked down at the cards scattered on the table. "I've done a dozen readings for her, and they all end up like this. Sometimes she meets an important man, either a stranger, or a close relative. Sometimes she fights him. Sometimes she receives instructions from heaven. Other times it's like she ceases to exist. I hoped that the cards would give me better insight, but I'm no better off than before."

"I'm sorry," Zatte said. "I wish I could help."

"It's not all bad, I suppose. Working on her fortune has forced me to improve my technique. I'm no closer to reading Luffa's future, but I'm a lot more confident in predicting others."

"If that's an offer, the answer is still no," Zatte said. "My place is beside her. If her path is unknown, then mine should be the same."

"Of course," Dotz said. "I only meant that I could get a better reading on the next attack."

"What about the enemy's base of operations?" Zatte asked. "These cultists keep popping up from out of nowhere. From what I hear, Federation intelligence can only suggest that they're using cloaked ships or low-power runnings to approach undetected. Every time we beat a few, there's always more to replace them. If we don't find out where they're coming from, we may never stop them."

"The answer will come to us," Dotz said. "The path of the traitor will show the way."

"A traitor?" Zatte asked. "From our side or theirs?"

"I can't tell," Dotz said. "I-I'm sorry. I know there's a lot at stake, but some events are to fluid to predict."

"Don't apologize," Zatte said. "If this is how your ability works, I'll just have to get used to it."

"I'll try again," Dotz assured her. "Sometimes, things improve after a few hours, as we get closer to the answer. I'll do whatever I can to get some more solid information for you."

"What about Xibuyas' fortune?" Zatte asked. "Can you read anything about him?"

Dotz leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. "His is a difficult path," she began. "He will hold many levers of power, but the ones he'll actually turn will be very few."

Zatte shrugged. "I don't know what to make of that," she said. "Are you saying he won't prosper?"

"Not long enough to truly enjoy the rewards of his work," Dotz said. "He sows the seeds and he tills the field, but others will eat the crop."

Zatte couldn't help but smile. Her stepson despised Luffa, and he seemed to hate Zatte almost as much, so he probably wouldn't have appreciated the sentiment of it. Among her own people, the Dorluns, a fate like the one Dotz just described would be very satisfying indeed. She made a mental note to say a prayer for the boy.

"What about Fedender itself?" she suggested. "If you can't see how Luffa's doing, maybe the planet's status is easier to read."

"Oh, that's a good idea," Dotz said. She concentrated for several minutes, or at least Zatte assumed it was concentration, since she had no idea how Dotz did what she did. Eventually she dealt another hand from her deck of cards, and then--

"The battle is over," Dotz said.

"Over?" Zatte asked. "Then why hasn't there been any word?"

Dotz grimaced as though asking the same question to whatever unseen force gave her those kinds of answers. "I'm not sure. The damage was extensive. Maybe they can't restore communications, even with the enemy gone."

"Then we won?" Zatte asked. "Are the cultists definitely off the planet?"

Dotz hesitated before replying. "Yes," she said. "Yes, I'm sure of it now. They're gone, but... but they'll be coming back. Which means Luffa will have to return there as well."

"I don't get it," Zatte said. "How can she return to Fedender if she hasn't even left yet?"

"She's not there anymore," Dotz said. "I can see a woman. One of Fedender's leaders, I imagine. An authority figure, that much is certain. She's watching a ship take off, and she's begging Luffa to stay."

"That doesn't make any sense," Zatte said. "If she were headed back here, I'd have already picked her up on the long-range sensors. And if she's not staying put on Fedender, we should have heard from some other Federation planet by now, one that's under attack and needs her help. Where could she be going?"

"And what will happen to Fedender," Dotz asked as she slowly opened her eyes, "if Luffa doesn't return in time to help them?"

NEXT: Luffa vs. Trismegistus.

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sage-nebula · 5 years

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I hope you dont mind my asking, but wouldn't GF have decided to remove the national dex long before LGPE released? I can see those games selling well confirming to GF that "pokemon sell well regardless of cut features" but it feels strange to blame it on LGPE when the development time on the games would suggest they made this choice awhile ago. (Not to defend lgpe lack of content) Sorry if this is a bother, I just feel like I'm missing something and would really like to understand your reasoning

For almost any other game I would agree, however for Pokémon in particular:

The National Dex (insofar as the ability to transfer old pokémon over) was never going to be a Day One feature. It’s never a Day One feature in the first games of the generation. Even if they wanted to make it one, in this case they couldn’t because Home isn’t releasing until 2020. As I’ve said in other posts, if they wanted to patch in the NatDex, they’d have the time to do it. Technically speaking, they’d have the time to do it, especially since the fanbase would be willing to wait (even if there’d be a few whiners here or there) the extra time.

Since it’s not a Day One feature, it’s something that can be worked on later in the development cycle (/can even continue to be worked on after the development cycle, or at least it could be if this series were treated with the respect of, say, The Legend of Zelda series). Again, I’m not talking about DLC that’s already on the game card that needs to be activated later, I’m talking about DLC that’s patched in, content created after that you download either to the harddrive or (though I don’t know if Switch DLC works this way specifically) onto the game card itself. Given the type of content they generally want to show early in the release cycle (the general theme / concept of the games, scenes of the various areas in the region, new ‘mon), and the fact that this would be a feature added post-release anyway, we can make a safe bet that the NatDex is something they’d work on much later in the development cycle, possibly even in the last year since, again . . . they’d have that time if they wanted to use it (and if this series was treated with genuine respect).

The Let’s Go games were stated by Masuda to be the future of the franchise if they sold well. They featured a Pokédex that was limited to only the Kanto ‘Dex, plus Meltan and Melmetal. They released in November 2018, and indeed, they sold well. In early 2019 (February, IIRC) Sword & Shield were released. While of course I don’t work at Game Freak and thus can’t say for sure, I would place money on the idea that if they were even a bit on the fence about adding the National Dex, the fact that Let’s Go sold so well despite being limited to 153 ‘mon pushed them right over the edge to, “Cut the National Dex from Sword & Shield, there’s no point in working on it.” I mean, why should they expend the effort if people will buy the games anyway? Especially when President Ishihara went on record saying that long-time fans only cared about “new pokémon and features” around the time of Let’s Go’s release. Sure, they might have already been thinking about cutting the National Dex beforehand, but Let’s Go no doubt assured them that it was a safe and correct call to make.

So that’s what I mean when I say that Let’s Go’s positive sales figures sealed all of our fates. To be entirely honest, before the National Dex announcement, I was certain that we wouldn’t see the shockwaves from Let’s Go until Gen IX. But Sword & Shield having a limited ‘Dex just like Let’s Go, and having special feature ‘mon behind $60 paywalls like Let’s Go, and having core features stripped out like Let’s Go, and the fact that it’s starting to look frighteningly like the starters won’t be able to evolve like in Let’s Go . . . the effect is pretty apparent. Sure, some of this stuff was present even before Let’s Go (namely the whole “let’s ditch useful features in the name of simplifying things” tack that Masuda has been married to for years now), but in the wake of Let’s Go, it’s success, and what Masuda said would happen if it was successful, it’s really hard not to see the link.

(Note just in case anyone read too quickly: I’m not saying the starters WON’T evolve. I’m only saying that I’m starting to fear that’s the case since we’re less than a month away from release and we haven’t even seen second stage evolutions yet. Maybe they’re just trying to keep starter evolutions a surprise, that’s entirely possible, but it’s also highly suspect, and Game Freak destroyed any trust or good faith I had in them a while back.)

As a final note, the reason why I say that the Pokémon games aren’t treated with respect is . . . well, there are a few reasons:

Game Freak stated themselves that they put their B Team on Sword & Shield while their A Team worked on Little Town Hero. They also said they wanted to create something, “as exciting, or perhaps even more exciting” than Pokémon. They’re tired of working on Pokémon, and it shows. Which, I mean, I get it, it’s been 20+ years, but in that case tell Nintendo so that they can shift the main games over to another studio. I get that Game Freak was created for the sole purpose of making Pokémon, and maybe Taijiri-san is pissed at how you’re disrespecting his baby (I would be), but for the good of the series, if you don’t want to work on it, give it to someone who does. Don’t just shift it onto your bare bones secondary dev team.

These games are in a hellish development cycle where a new one is popped out every year. Contrast this to The Legend of Zelda where, while we’ve had some anomalies where assets were able to be largely reused and so games came out only a couple years apart (see: Ocarina of Time to Majora’s Mask) --- even that had two or three years before releases, not one the very next year. Most mainline Zelda games spend five or six years in development. I’m fully aware that we will likely be waiting until something like 2022 for Breath of the Wild 2, and I am prepared to wait that time because I know the game we get will be incredible. Granted, I’m going to be dying every single time they announce a release date to push it back, but it’ll be a death I’m grateful for because I will know that the end product will be worth it. The Pokémon games used to have a similar luxury. While there were a grand total of five games released during that time (with “five games” being used loosely, given that one was a slight upgrade and the other four were really two games with slight differences between versions), Gen IV lasted for a grand total of four years. We had Diamond & Pearl in 2006, Platinum in 2008, HeartGold & SoulSilver in 2009, and then finally, Black & White in 2010. By contrast, Gen VII didn’t even last three years, technically. I mean, this November would be its third anniversary, but that’s when Gen VIII officially starts instead. To be fair, it could be argued that Gen IV didn’t have a full four years since it came out in September 2006, and Gen V came out in September 2010. But even if you make that argument, it still had a full year on Gen VII, and to be honest, that showed. The Sinnoh games are far and away not my faves, but they were still full of content. HeartGold & SoulSilver are often considered to be the best remakes in the entire franchise, and considering the content that was cut from OmegaRuby & AlphaSapphire and Masuda’s reasoning for why that content was cut, I can’t exactly argue with that even though I did genuinely enjoy ORAS. And the games that Gen IV ushered in? Controversial opinion, but I think that the Pokémon games peaked with Gen V. Black & White not only initially had a ‘dex that was nothing but new pokémon (and yet STILL included the Nat Dex later, because in Masuda’s own words he felt it cruel to keep people from playing with their faves forever!), but it also introduced a METRIC TON of new mechanics, some of which we no longer get to use (Rotation Battles? Game Freak doesn’t know her). Who knows what exactly Game Freak did with that extra year, but it was clearly a lot of work given how wonderful the games were in Gen IV and Gen V. The extra dev time showed.By contrast, Gen VII got 2.5 years (or 3 if you’re being generous). Every single game released during this gen had massive content cuts, even when comparing to Gen VI, which also had massive content cuts. Mechanics were stripped away, and Ultra Sun & Ultra Moon technically didn’t have a NatDex either, but at least you could still have all of your ‘mon in them at a later date if you wanted to. Now with Sword & Shield, we don’t even have that, despite the Switch being far more powerful than the 3DS. (We also don’t have Mega Evolution for whatever godforsaken reason, even though the Kanto Mega Evolutions at the very least were already used in Let’s Go, the fuck, Game Freak). Pokémon games print money and always have, and Game Freak has taken this and their lack of interest in the series to the depressing but I suppose logical extreme of “do whatever and they’ll buy it anyway.” There’s no love here, there’s no respect here. They just don’t care anymore, and as someone who does care an awful lot, it’s super upsetting to me.

And while people have tried to argue that the games can’t be delayed because of the anime or the card game or whatever else:

The games come first. They’ve always come first. I know some people mistakenly think that the anime came first and that the games were created later, but that is 100% false. Pokémon started as a game series and the anime was created to advertise the games, straight up.

Filler episodes exist, and the PokéAni is no stranger to them. The Orange Islands arc was an entire arc of filler created to pad time between Gens I and II. The Delacora Islands (or whatever they were called) was a filler arc meant to pad time between Gens V and VI. Arguably the majority of the Sun & Moon anime was filler, given its slice-of-life genre, meaning the anime was even less of an excuse not to delay Sword & Shield. You can’t tell me people wouldn’t have been happy with another year of the Alola crew running around getting into random adventures. People would have eaten that up and loved it. We could have had it all.

I’m not even going to dignify “but the card game” with a response lmao. This isn’t Yu-Gi-Oh!. Sure, the card game makes money, and probably a decent amount of it (merch sales probably make up the franchise’s greatest source of income, and as someone who easily spent several hundred dollars in two weeks at the PokéCenters in Japan---including over $100 in one trip to a PokéCenter while I was there, and we went multiple times---I am a big part of that), but they come up with bullshit new expansions all the time and could easily keep doing it. Again, not a reason to delay the games if the games need more time in development.

So all in all, at the end of the day, Game Freak is no longer treating these games with love and respect, which makes them an awful lot like the villains in the games they create. The Let’s Go games were harbingers of disaster for the games, and we were told this very plainly, and just about no one listened. In fact, I legitimately lost friendships with people who got mad at me for making Facebook statuses about how they should buy Let’s Go used if they absolutely had to have them because how DARE I believe Ishihara when he said that Let’s Go were considered core titles, and how DARE I believe Masuda when he said that Let’s Go would usher in the last twenty years of the franchise. Clearly, I was just being an ugly bitch. (I wish I was exaggerating, but this actually happened, I got blocked over it, it was ridiculous.) And now here we are as a result, with no hope of things getting better unless Nintendo forcibly rips Pokémon out of Game Freak’s hands, which I don’t even think they can legally do given that they only own 1/3rd of the IP. (The other 2/3rds belong to Game Freak and Creatures Inc., as I understand it.)

TL;DR:

Pokémon is still my favorite fictional fantasy world, but as someone who has always loved the games first and foremost, the current state of it depresses me to no end.

#this kind of got off the original topic but i hope it's coherent at least #pokemon salt #pokemon negativity #long post for ts #Anonymous

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I haven't seen an ED hc on here yet and I need to project a bit so here's this: at the begging all the queen boys were skinny as hell but as time went on the only one who remained that way was brian. and everyone assumed that it was all natural. what they didn't know was that brian consciously started eating less when he got to the age where people's metabolism usually slows down. he was well aware that his skinniness was part of his trademark look and decided he needed to keep it that way (1/3)

he started cutting down the amount and frequency of his meals but the others never noticed - brian had always been peculiar with food (not eating meat or unhealthy things etc.) so they assumed he ate at home whenever he refused the takeout they had in the studio. in the mid 80s they slowly start noticing that brian’s no longer just skinny, but also sickly looking but still don’t say anything, assuming he might have a stomach bug going on (touring can bring that on quite easily after all) (2/3)

then, a couple of months later, brian passes out in the studio and the boys finally connect the dots. they feel incredibly guilty for not noticing the signs and are determined to help brian recover. (3/3) //if you could please write something where the boys realise all this had been going on without them noticing and then try to figure out how to help brian out of this mess while he refuses to believe that he needs help at all (can be gen or you can add a ship if you’d like)

TW explicit mentions of Eating Disorders, Disordered Eating, Anorexia, Orthorexia, Hospitalization and excessive vulgar language.

All your letters in the sand cannot heal me like your hand…

For my life still ahead, pity me…

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17,18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24

Again.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17,18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24

One more time. So you remember how you fucked up.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17,18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24

24 ribs sticking out from grey ashen skin.

Brian’s bony finger traced over each one as he counted outloud, eyes focused on the full body mirror in front of him.

You remember how handsome you used to be? Remember when theyjutted out like a fucking Greek god? But you ruined it. You ate that chocolatecupcake like the pig you are and now you’re fat again. Fat and disgusting.

“One, two, three, four, five…”

It doesn’t matter if you cry about it. It won’t make you anyskinnier. Put on your running shoes, fat ass.

“Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two…”

RUN!

Brian wiped his face free of the tears, eye’s falling downto his bare feet. Skeletal but most people’s standards but bloated looking tohim. He had blisters on his heels from running a mile every morning, but itdidn’t matter. Pain was beauty, right?

♚

Of all the numbers, zero is the most beautiful. Brianthought that to himself as he ran around his neighborhood, the sun dipping inthe sky, crickets already chirping.

His knees hurt so bad, his chest was on fire and he was surehis blisters had reopened, but he had done this to himself. If he only atethings that were good, he wouldn’t have to run this second mile. If he juststopped inhaling anything that came into sight, he could be home right now,settling into a night’s rest.

But he was out here. In the cold English sunset, wearinglayers of jogging clothes to try and keep warm. He deserved this. Briandeserved this.

The day he hit his goal weight, he’d never have to do thisagain. He’d be doing zero laps.

♚

It was nearly midnight before he tempted to step on thescale.

The bathroom was so dark. Only trickles of moonlight pouredin from the window. He refused to turn on the lights since he weighed himselfnaked. Having to see his bare body was revolting. There was so much wrong withit. His legs were too chubby. His stomach so round. His cheeks akin to a hamster.It was better in the dark.

The cold metal of the scale sent a shiver up his body as hestepped onto it. He had to squint to see the number, but he was sure it hadgone up since this morning. That fucking cupcake.

8 stone.

Tears pricked his eyes. The number had gone down. Why was hestill so big?

So big.

Who could like someone so grotesque as him? With so muchskin? With so much fat?

Brian hugged himself, elbows tucking into his concavestomach.

He was disgusting.

♚

“You’re drinking your coffee black, Bri?” Roger asked, nosescrunched up as he peered into Brian’s coffee mug. Brian pulled the mug closerto him defensively but smiled and lolled his head as if nothing was wrong.

“You know I don’t drink milk, mate,” Brian said, taking asip of the acrid brew, forcing his brow to stay unfurrowed.

“Since when? Thought you were vegetarian, not one of thoseweird animal hippies,” Roger said eyes narrowed.

“Well, I’ve decided through research that the milk industryexploits cows. Did you know that mother cows and their c-“

“Yeah, yeah, alright. You could at least put a sugar or twoin there, you mad man,” Roger said with the wave of his hand, Brian’s plan atboring him with animal ethics having worked.

Brian smiled to himself, taking another sip. Roger was outof his mind if he thought he’d ever put sugar in anything he ate. Might as welleat straight fat. At least his little plan worked.

♚

“Brian, sweetheart, you look absolutely pale! Have you caughta cold?” Freddie said, a hand pressing against Brian’s clammy forehead. Brianducked away from the touch, laughing nonchalantly as he did.

“Perhaps? I feel, uh, fine. Maybe I’m just low in something,”he said as convincingly as possible. His fingers started to twiddle with the sleevesof his shirt that was far too big.

Freddie gave him a look he couldn’t decipher but he nodded.

“Well, you better rest up. Can’t have our main guydeveloping an ailment before our show tomorrow, huh?” Freddie said, a handstraying onto Brian’s bony shoulder. The touch made him erupt into goosebumps.

Did he know?

Does it matter?

♚

“Brian, we need to talk,” John said, his grey eyes big andstormy.

His gut dropped to the floor, heart pounding so hard itechoed in his ears. Was the gig up?

Brian wouldn’t go without a fight.

“What about?” he said casually, crossing one leg over theother, leaning back on the couch backstage.

John sat down next to him, uncomfortably close. Brian didn’tlike people touching him. It made it all the harder to hide.

John looked around to see if anyone was around before heleaned and whispered, “The crowds really big tonight. I, um, I’m kinda nervous,”

Oh sweet jesus. Thank god. Thank god.

The anxiety melted from Brian, a small smile growing on hisface.

“John, how old are you? You silly man,” He said jokinglybefore pulling John in for a hug.

The bassist grew rigid, not reciprocating. It’d only been a second,but the atmosphere grew bleak and heavy. John pulled away, face tightened infear. He looked over Brian for a second before he left in a hurry without somuch as a word.

Did he feel how skinny fat Brian was?

Who cares?

♚

Just because you finished a successful tour does not meanyou get to pig out. Look at all this food. It’s disgusting. Unhealthy. Do youwant to be fat? Don’t you want to be the skinny boy everyone knows and loves?

But I’m so hungry…

Hunger is good. Hunger means you’re strong. Hunger means you’rebeautiful. Hunger means you’re worth something.

I don’t feel good.

You won’t feel good if you get fat. If you stay fat.

I really don’t feel good.

Put that carrot down. Do you know how much sugar carrotshave? Do you want to poison your body with junk?

I think I’m gonna…

The after party for The Game fell silent. They’d all beendrinking, laughing, eating and a few other illegal activities when they heard athud. Hundred of eyes searched the room for the source of the noise untilsomeone spotted a collapsed Brian by the single veggie plate in the corner ofthe room.

Flurries of bodies and voices, yells and whispers erupted,some rushing to the phone, some running over to Brian.

Roger, Freddie and John surrounded their guitarist, panicfueling their every move.

“He’s bloody cold! Has someone called 999?” Roger shouted,rolling Brian over so he was on his back. It was a frighteningly easy task todo, the guy being light as a feather.

“Brian, sweetie, wake up please. Help is on the way, love.Stay with us, please,” Freddie pleaded, eyes misty as he held Brian’s handbetween his own, hoping to warm it up some.

John just stood next to the three, mouth and tongue seized,body trembling uncontrollably.

This is good. This is really good. Maybe soon you’ll benothing. Zero. A beautiful number. A beautiful state to be in.

♚

“…He was in fucking heart failure…”

“…electrolytes too low…”

“…emaciated…”

“…bone’s of a 60 year old…”

“And if he had died?”

“…you never said anything!”

“…was I supposed to know what this was?”

“He’s alive no thanks to any of you…”

♚

Brian’s eyes opened sluggishly, theonly thing he could seeing being an intense white light.

Was this it? Was he in heaven? Was allof this finally over? The pain and the cold and the empty stomachs and the migraines?Was that all gone now?

“He’s awake,” a mousy voice said.

Brian’s vision cleared, revealing awhite ceiling.

So he wasn’t dead.

He looked in the direction the voicecame, shivering when he saw it was John. His face was so swollen and so redfrom crying. It looked like he’d done a week’s worth. When their eyes met, Johnlet out a heart shattering sob, burying his face into Brian’s bed sheets. Theywere soaked.

Why was John crying so hard? He justpassed out was all. Nothing to be bent over.

His eyes scanned the room for other faces.

He found Roger’s. His eye bags wereunprecedented. His hair mused like he’d been trying to pull it out. Rogershrunk back into his chair, looking down at his shoes instead.

He didn’t have to look for Freddie.

Freddie walked up to Brian’s bed, hisface untelling. He looked at Brian’s IV, which he just now noticed he hadbefore he opened his mouth to speak. He faltered for a moment but spoke.

“Brian, I am so, so sorry,” he said,voice cracking, throat dry. He reached for Brian’s hand, but Brian pulled away,shaking his head.

“For what, Fred? I just passed out! It’sno one’s fault,” he said incredulously. They all looked like train wrecks for asimple blackout?

Freddie recoiled at Brian’s wordsbefore he softened again. His eyes parted from Brian’s, licking his lips. Whydidn’t anyone want to look at him?

“Brian…you didn’t pass out. You wentinto heart failure. You were in the ICU for 3 weeks in a coma. It…they had touse the electric paddles on you on two separate occasions,” his voice grewthick, obviously trying to push away the urge to cry and scream.

“They thought you weren’t going to makeit,” Freddie mouthed, his shoulders caving in as a few tears escaped down hischeeks.

Brian blinked before finally look downat himself.

Various bruises on his arm fromdifferent IV’s and blood draws Burn marks on his chest. And a line running downhis chest, all stitched and taped up.

A number 1, almost.

Not a zero.

He looked up to Freddie, jaw hanging.

“You needed a bypass, Bri,” Freddiesaid, a nervous hand rubbing his neck.

“W-Why?” Brian choked out, his mindhaving gone blank.

Roger snorted from across the room. “Youknow why,” he said bitterly.

And it was true. Brian knew why.

The room was quiet except for Deacy’smuffled sobs.

“I…I…the…I..can’t bloody think withyour crying, John!” Brian snapped. He didn’t mean it, he really didn’t.This..illness made him do horrible things. Nasty things.

John responded by growing smalleralthough his crying didn’t. Freddie wanted to bark back, but this wasn’t right.None of it was. Instead, he grabbed John and left the room. Roger was the onlyone who could talk to Brian about serious stuff anyways.

Brian gulped when the door slammedbehind the two. Now it was just him and R-

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Rogerasked, playing with the hem of his shirt. There was no malice in his voice.Just a simple question.

“I..didn’t think anything was wrong,”Brian said, which was the truth.

This, whatever it was, made the worldsplit in two. Reality and what went on his brain both felt real. He knew he wassick, but he wasn’t. He knew he was skinny but he wasn’t. He knew he was dyingbut he wasn’t. It was hard to know the truth sometimes. All the times. It washard to reach out when everything felt both okay and crumbling. Which was thetrue one?

Roger let out a puff of air from hisnose, eyes fluttering shut, desperate for sleep. In times of crisis, he seemedto be the only one capable of keeping their wits about, so he’d been on babysittingduty for nearly a month. He wanted his bed so bad.

He wanted his best friend too.

“That’s fair,” he said with a sigh.There was another silence between them before Roger got up and padded over toBrian’s bed side. He plopped himself onto the uncomfortably wet sheets but paidthem no mind, instead looking at the skeleton before him.

“We’re all really sorry, Brian. None ofus knew you were fighting a battle alone. We just thought…I don’t know what wewere thinking. But we thought you had a handle on whatever you were doing and thatwas wrong of us to just assume,”

“You needed us and we weren’t there.There’s only so much we can do about the past though, right? But we’re gonna behere for you from now on. When they send you to the psych w-“

“Psych ward?” Brian spat out, sittingup straighter in bed.

That’s where crazy people go. I’m notcrazy. I’m fine. I’m fine. I don’t belong there. They’ll make me eat. They’llmake me gain weight.

Roger just took in Brian’s anxiety, an uncharacteristicallygentle hand laying onto Brian’s bandaged chest.

With the sincerity and sweetness of amother, Roger said, “We almost lost you Brian. We almost had to bury you. We’renot going to let that happen again. You’re not going to leave us like that,”

Brian laid back against the bed, hisonly veiny and pale hand going over Roger’s.

Nothing felt real. Nothing made sense.Nothing was good. But he knew he could trust Roger. That infernal voice buzzingin his head might have been his constant companion, but Roger was his bestfriend. And best friends don’t lie.

Brian blinked away a few tears, hiswhole body tired, in pain and in a mental tug of war, but he said, “Okay,”Roger collapsed for the first time in weeks.

♚

John held onto Brian so tight, his faceburied into his neck. He would prefer to never let go, but he knew he had tosoon.

“Brian, I lo- you’re my best friend,okay? Get better?” he said before letting go. Brian smiled, patting his back.

Freddie came in for a hug next, meltinginto Brian’s embrace.

“I need my guitarist back. My soul brother,”Freddie said, kissing Brian’s cheek.

Lastly was Roger who just held out hishand for a shake. A firm one.

“See you soon, mate.”

Brian looked at all of them, taking intheir faces before he had to go. Wheeled out from the hospital and into the vanthat’d be taking him to the psychiatric ward.

The future ahead was scary and unknown,but he wanted to charge ahead. He wanted to live. For his friends, his family andmost importantly, himself. He wanted to play guitar and sing and eat and neverworry again.

All he wanted was to be four again.

Not zero.

Never zero.

Take heart my friend we love you

Though it seems like you’re alone

A million light’s above you

Smile down upon your home

#tw eating disorder #tw ED #tw ED mention #brian #anorexia #orthorexia #anorexic!brian #Anonymous #tw disordered eating #long post #longpost

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“I always work off the motto of, ‘if you think you’re working hard, there’s always someone else who’s working harder’… there is nothing easy about the sport or music industries, and you have to work so hard to be successful.” - Niall Horan

On The Loose: released official fourth single from Flicker, including a radio edit, lyric video (rip), official video, behind the scenes video, Basic Tape remix, Slenderbodies remix, acoustic version, acoustic video, and vertical video So Long: performed unreleased song on piano throughout Flicker World Tour dates Mirrors EP: released on vinyl for Record Store Day 2018 Seeing Blind: released acoustic video, live video, and radio single in Australia Finally Free: released song for Smallfoot soundtrack and live video recorded at the Greek Theatre, Los Angeles Flicker (song): released as a radio single in the Netherlands Flicker featuring the RTÉ Concert Orchestra: released live album in Ireland, featuring nine songs including an official live version of previously unreleased song So Long

81 tour dates: across Europe, the Asia-Pacific, and the Americas, playing arenas, amphitheatres, state/regional fairs, and large theatres Featured opening acts & special guests: including Wild Youth (Killarney), Julia Michaels (Europe), RuthAnne (Dublin), Lewis Capaldi (Glasgow), Hailee Steinfeld (London), Maren Morris (NZ, Australia, the Americas), Jayda (Manila), Ming Bridges (Singapore), Sugar Me (Tokyo) Setlist: featured 14-15 original songs and 3-4 covers Regular covers: Dancing in the Dark (Bruce Springsteen), Crying in the Club (Camila Cabello), Drag Me Down and Fool’s Gold (One Direction) Covers for select tour dates: Dancing in the Moonlight (Thin Lizzy - Dublin night 1), Where the Street’s Have No Name (U2 - Dublin night 2), Won’t Back Down (Tom Petty - Greek Theatre LA, Red Rocks & others), New York State of Mind (Billy Joel - Jones Beach Theater, Long Island), Life in the Fast Lane (Eagles - final September tour dates) Filmed Red Rocks show: for potential future release Top 50 worldwide tours of 2018: selling more than 445,000 tickets

BBC Biggest Weekend: played a six-song set on the second day of the festival in Swansea Reputation Tour: special guest for Taylor Swift’s first night at Wembley Stadium, performing Slow Hands together RTÉ Concert Orchestra special: performed nine songs from the Flicker album for broadcast in Ireland, later broadcast in France & South Africa Sounds Like Friday Night: performed acoustic version of On The Loose & interview New York State Fair: played the headline show on the final day of the fair Official livestream: of Flicker World Tour Amsterdam show, in partnership with Live Nation, for a global streaming audience Late Late Show: performed Slow Hands on London episode Virtual reality concert: made London Flicker Sessions show available on MelodyVR platform

Sounds Like Friday Night: interview on BBC RTE: interview with Eoghan McDermott, as part of RTE Concert Orchestra Special The Project: interview on Australian TV The Voice Australia: guest mentor with Delta Goodrem Today Show: interview on Australian TV Sunrise: interview on Australian TV Studio 10: interview on Australian TV Late Late Show: guest on London show, brief appearance on show in October

TalkSport: co-hosted breakfast radio show in January & September Dubai Desert Classic: played in Pro-Am with Rory McIlroy and a competition winner, and participated in a golf clinic, helping two of his Modest! Golf clients gain entry to the pro event US Golf Masters: ambassador for Drive, Chip & Putt competition Ladies golf: signed Maguire sisters to Modest! Golf, announced Ladies event for NI Open in 2019 Ryder Cup: played in celebrity match & Team Europe ambassador BMW PGA Championship: played in Pro-Am with the winner of a BBC Children in Need charity auction Sky Sports British Masters: played in Pro-Am Interviews: ESPN, SkySports, BBC Radio 5, Golf Channel, Bunkered, Ladies European Tour, The Irish Times, Golf Magic, among others LUFC: provoked an infamous Twitter clapback from Leeds United Modest! Golf: supported four players who have secured tour cards for 2019

Irish referendum: supported the yes vote to legalise abortion March for Our Lives: supported cousin’s participation in march for gun control US politics: publicly denounced Trump (again) US mid-term elections: urged US citizens to vote

Horan & Rose: hosted the second edition of the charity gala & golf event, upping the total money raised for charity to £1.5 million to date Charity t-shirt: released second charity t-shirt raising funds for Cancer Research UK and the Kate & Justin Rose Foundation Rays of Sunshine: hosted teens at Flicker World Tour London soundcheck & show, donated Jingle Bell Ball Santa shirt for charity raffle Charity auctions: donated items for multiple fundraisers, including a signed guitar & VIP concert experience for a Grammy auction raising $4,500 for Musicares Foundation; signed boots to a Small Steps charity auction, raising £1,130; signed artwork; signed guitar to Cystic Fibrosis Foundation auction, raising €4,000 Anti-bullying Week: supported efforts to stop cyber-bullying on Twitter Instituto Projeto Neymar Jr: supported Brazilian football superstar’s work providing education for kids in Praia Grande, Brazil World Cancer Day: supported Cancer Research UK’s Unity Band initiative LauraLynn Hospice: spent time with kids in hospice care before Flicker World Tour Dublin show

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GQ Italia: Music Issue cover shoot Paul Smith: guest at Paris fashion show and spent time with the designer in his studio Revista GQ: Niall Horan is, right now, the only person who knows how to wear a shirt with undershirt as it’s done in 2018 Fashion Bean: best-dressed men of the week

US RIAA certifications: Slow Hands 3 x platinum, This Town 2 x platinum UK Official Charts certifications: Flicker x gold Australia ARIA certifications: Slow Hands 5 x platinum, Flicker x gold Canada Gold/Platinum certifications: Slow Hands 5 x platinum, Too Much To Ask x platinum Chile certification: Flicker x platinum Songwriting awards: BMI London Pop Awards Song for Slow Hands, BMI Los Angeles Award Winning Songs for Slow Hands & This Town Spotify milestone: Flicker surpassed 1 billion streams in June 2018 Billboard #1s: achieved his 9th solo Billboard chart number 1, with Too Much To Ask reaching #1 on the Dance Club Songs Chart Billboard Year-End 2018: achieved album, song, radio, social and artist entries on the year-end charts US radio: On the Loose became Niall's fourth Top 20 single on Hot AC radio, and fourth single to chart on Mainstream Pop, Hot AC & AC radio formats, reaching #22 on pop radio Hollywood Music in Media Awards: Finally Free nominated for Original Song - Animated Film RTE Choice Music Prize: Slow Hands nominated for Irish Song of the Year iHeartRadio Awards 2018: winner of Best New Pop Artist & Best Lyrics (Slow Hands)

April: using soundchecks to come up with ideas October: wrote a tune on the piano November: ‘3 days into making tunes and it’s feeling good !!!!!’, ‘exciting watching ideas come to life in the studio’, in the studio with Julian Bunetta & John Ryan in Los Angeles I / II / III / IV, RuthAnne Cunningham tells CelebMix she will be writing with Niall for NH2 December: ‘exciting week of writing’, writing session with Jamie Scott, Mike Needle & Dan Bryer in London, ‘very much in writing mode’

Everyone loved Niall: and Niall loved everyone, but especially Hailee Steinfeld, whom he quietly dated while avoiding the media circus which often surrounds celeb relationships.

Soundcheck Q&A and Meet & Greets: made fan engagement a central part of his Flicker World Tour experience Golf events: made time for fans who came out to see him play at pro-am events Maintained boundaries: called out fans for taking creep shots & obnoxious behaviour Calmed audiences: and looked out for the wellbeing of fans at his shows, especially in Latin America Twitter & Instagram: read and responded to fan tweets and questions with a mixture of sincerity, gratitude, brutal honesty, and humour Jade: made one young fan’s night (/life) by inviting her up on stage to dance at the Allentown Fair show

Baby Marit: melted hearts everywhere offering reassurance to two new dads

#Niall Horan #2018 #highlights #aka NHighlights ;)

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Do you get excited when you learn you have to dress up? Kinda, but it also makes me a bit anxious

What brand of hair spray do you use? I don’t use hairspray

Do you like it when guys wear hats? I really don’t care

Burger King, McDonalds or Wendys? McDonalds, though really Hesburger is where it’s at

Would you rather visit California or Flordia? I really don’t know, I’m not really interested in either

What’s your ideal first date? I’ve never really been on a proper date, so I don’t know

If you type for awhile, do your fingers start to hurt? A bit

What do you smell right now? Ikea vanilla candle

Chinese or mexican food? Mexican

Can you play the drums? No

Are you the type of person who would study for a test for hours? Oh no, I never study for tests

Are you a lazy person? Very

If you were an animal, what animal would you be? A cat

If you were an instrument, what would you be? I don’t know, maybe like bagpipes or something

Do you hate when you’re in a good mood and one person ruins your mood? Oh yes

Are there any movies coming out that you’d like to see? Yes, can’t wait to see the new Star Wars movie

Where do you buy your underwear? Anywhere

Do you watch the show Switched at Birth? No, never heard of it

Do you hate the usual 100 questions surveys? EX: Eye color Nah, surveys are fun

What’s worse: Rude people, two-faced people or fake people? Maybe rude people

Does your house have a doorbell? Yes

Do you know someone who has dropped out of high school? I don’t think so

Can you juggle? No

Do you think you could run 3 miles right now? God no, I can’t run

What color was the shirt you wore today before changing? I was wearing like a mauve/light pink shirt earlier

Does it freak you out when random people wave to you in public? I don’t think that’s ever happened to me

Can you do the dougie? No

If you were to get a pet turtle right now, what would you name it? Kalle

What’s your most hated commercial to watch? This one really annoying ASMR candy commercial

Can you do a handstand? No

What was the last thing you charged? I’m charging my laptop and tablet right now

Without looking, what time do you think it is? I was thinking maybe 7, bit it’s actually around 9

Favorite album? I dont know

How many people named Josh do you know? None

When you were younger, did you believe you could fly? No

Favorite farm animal? Sheep

Have you ever been to a spa? Yes Has your Facebook ever been hacked? No, I don’t think so

On a scale 1-10 how relaxed are you right now? Like 7

Do you spell gray with an A or an E? E

What’s your favorite name that begins with B? Bruno

How many of your friends on here are online? Umm, I don’t know

If your son said he was gay, how would you react? I’d probably just be like okay, good for you

Apple cider or hot chocolate? I think they mean like warm cider, which I’ve never tried but it sounds kinda disgusting, so id say hot chocolate

If someone payed you $500 would you take a bath in milk? Sure, If I can fave a normal shower right after

How many people have ever said you’re perfect? Few

Twitter, Tumblr or Facebook? Facebook

Do you enjoy having time to yourself? Yes

Can you do a cart wheel? No

How many apps do you have on your phone/iPod? I don’t know but so many

Do you like Ed Sheeran? Yes Can you do ballet? No, though I’ve always wanted to

When you were a teenager, did you used to say “I hate this house!”? No

Would you rather become an author or teacher? Author Are you ever jealous of your best friend? Not really

How many people are you currently texting? One, kinda

Anything exciting coming up? Holiday in a month or so, I get to see my boyfriend again

What numbers does your password on here have? I don’t remember

This time tomorrow, what will you be doing? Probably sitting at home, watching youtube and kitting

Would you rather get money or gift cards for your birthday? Money

Have you ever been inside a recording studio? No

Would you rather visit Mars or Neptune? I don’t know, why would I wanna visit either? Do you have Instagram? Yes

Does it bother you when people keep talking to you and you want to leave? Yes, I hate it

Have you ever texted a landline phone by accident? I don’t think so

Have you ever spoken to a detective before? No

Do you like quotes about love or life better? Life

Do you have any quotes on your bedroom walls? No, I have nothing on my walls

What color is your garage? I don’t have a garage

Have you ever played laser tag? Yes, it’s so boring

Have you ever been to Cedar Point? No How are your grades this year? I decided not to do my thesis and there for not graduate so I’d say not great

Do you think you have a good singing voice? God no

Do you like it when people give you compliments? Yeah

Do you crack under pressure? Sometimes

Was your hair straight today? My hair’s never straight

Do you believe in ghosts? Sure

Do you ever share things on Facebook? Not really

Do you pick out your outfits for the next day the night before or the AM? On the day I wear them

Do you wear earrings? Yes

Do you think Hershey chocolate is the best? Ew no

What do you have first period? Nothing

Do people depend on you too much? No

Have you ever been in love? Yes, like right now

Do you hate being sad? Yes

Is anyone you’re close to in the hospital right now? I don’t think so

Do you have any cuts on you right now? Always

Do you like Steve Carell? Yeah, he’s funny

Is your wifi protected? Yes

What did you have for lunch today? Well I pretty much had my breakfast at lunchtime, so bread

How often do people write on your Facebook wall? Never

Does your phone have a cover on it? Yes

What color was your swim suit this year? Well, I have multiple ones that Ive gotten over the years. I did buy a new rainbow bikini bottom this year

How many bedroom does your house have? 1

Would you go swimming if it was 65 degrees out? I could, but probably not

Favorite flavor of popsicle? Strawberry

Do ladders scare you? No, why would they

Would you ever lie about your past? Yes

Hot dogs or hamburgers? Hamburgers

Do you have any pictures of you and your friends in your bedroom? Not yet

#@exploringmywonderland #another one from my feed #yes I'm very bored

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Misc headcanons for Directator's assistant director yokai sidekicks!

* I think the Nosirs are actually brothers but for these guys i think theyre just a bunch of unrelated employees who share a uniform. Maybe draw them with variations in height and weight and stuff to tell them apart? And they probably have different hair under the hats.

* this yokai species is a water element fishman thing possibly based on The Shadow Over Innsmouth. Cos ive been doing a lot of thinking on why the heck they have those weird face markings and with the bulgy eyes they kinda do match the description of the early stage Deep Ones in that story. Either that or theyre kappas who hide their weak spot under caps. (Cappas?)

* their only power as yokai is super strength. They probably surprise people a lot by being so powerful, cos they never really bother to fight unless their boss is in trouble. Its mostly just an 'ultimate assistant' power that helps them carry lots of stuff for maximum efficiency.

* theres probably variants of this yokai for every type of minor job ever. I feel like its just the thing you turn into when youre a very normal dude who just wants to continue your normal job in the underworld. This trio are 100% content working for Directator and their idea of a peaceful afterlife is just the same as their regular life! No aspirations for bigger superpowers or anything, just gimme that magic ability to be even better at the job i love~

* not sure about names for the trio yet except one of them should be jerome cos thats a nice name. Their origin story is just that theyre unrelated employees who worked under Directator when he was human, and sorta bonded together into The Directator Protection Club. They were his most loyal assistants who stayed with him even as the studio made flop after flop, and even followed him into hell in the end. (Died trying to save him from a studio fire) They were all kind of aimless young adults for one reason or another, who didnt have much good in their life aside from this job and didnt have any positive familial figures except this strange little family they found together. So theyre not blood related but they treat each other like siblings and see Directator as a cool uncle figure that they all look up to. And theyre all roommates together now in the yokai world so basically yeah they got adopted in all senses except the Actually Saying It Out Loud sense

* Aside from their general shared personality of Being Cute And Enthusiastic And Supporting Their Boss i feel like maybe there are some small differences you notice after a while? From the titanic episode it seemed like one of them was kinda dopey innocently hero worshipping the boss and one of them was a sassy trickster who loved a chance to mess with the heroes, just based on the different way they animated them obeying the order to toss the heroes off the bungee jump. And one of them was shown dressing as a lady waitress in one of the scenes in the first episode, so im gonna grab that opportunity and say she's a trans girl. They all dress very similar while on the job just cos its practical clothing for work, but you can tell her apart by a small ponytail at the back of their identical hairstyles. (Probably the cute flame ponytail style like ghoulfather!) Off duty she likes to dress a bit more femme, but her bros still support her as a woman no matter how she dresses. The only way to get these perpetually smiling doofuses to start a fight is to mix them up and misgender her! (Well, that or be mean to the boss also. Theyre just very ride or die for each other!)

* There actually are more of these yokai aside from the main three, Directator has picked up a few more employees over the years since he died. He can probably summon infinate hordes of them like ghoulfather can do with his mafia goons! Its just that these three have the main emotional bond with him so he trusts them to do all the most important jobs.

* they have an ultimate transformation that is just them on each other's shoulders in a trenchcoat. Their acting skill is so good that everyone universally believes this is a new form and they even gain boosted stats!

* in battle maybe their ability would be some sort of adaptability thing to reflect how theyre such multitalented helpers? Like 'all attacks are treated as non elemental' or 'changes elements to match the last hit taken'?

* also probably in battle theyd have combo abilities with directator, like he's able to revive them automatically whenever he gets a critical hit or something. I feel like them having low hp and frequently knocking themselves out in the process of protecting him is very in character

* directator remembers all their birthdays and throws a super theatrical big ol party~! They also celebrate the day each of them got hired and the day they made their first successful film in the yokai world, and then every time they have a new success too. Basically they love excuses to show how much they care for each other! Best buddies cinema club 4ever!!!

* Even though Directator can now poof up illusions of any set and costumes using his powers, he still prefers to let the assistants make all the most important critical stuff for each movie. He just feels sad that his newfound powers would be taking away a fun bonding experience that they used to have. But also obviously working your ass off to make everything on a short deadline ruins the fun of making arts and crafts together, so he's grateful he can take some of the work off their shoulders.

* the shape of directator's powers as a yokai came from not from his egotism but from his dying wish being to ease the burden on his employees who were always so loyal to him. He also likes to use his illusions to help them out with stuff even when theyre not working, though he still has to say lights camera action and etc so its a lil funny. Like 'oh no assistant number 3 is going out on a date and her dress is ruined!' then he runs in with one of those clapboard things and is like CUT! TAKE TWO! *poofs up an illusion dress with a star wipe transition* Keeps pausing the scene and telling her boyfriend to show more emotion, lol. Like overprotective dad cliche but its more 'are you hammy enough to be worthy of my niece?? Show me your best death scene!' Also has an entire orchestra follow them around and do a soundtrack to their date. 'Darling it'll be a sensation! Directator's secret masterpiece: the film only you get to see! Cmon boys this is our most important production yet!' Very well intentioned but predictably he ends up ruining the date by trying so hard to make it perfect for her, and she's like 'aww dont worry boss, if that guy cant handle my family then he's not the right dude for me anyway' *hugs and end of episode* *but also yknow..he still learns his lesson and interferes less in his friends's lives next time*

* maybe two of the trio have the same names? Like "here's my supreme team: Ashley A, Ashley B and Jerome!"

* give them a special attack where they just three hit combo Directator with a big ol wholesome hug of admiration and all his stats go up. 'Boss you really brightened up our lives!' 'And our afterlife!'

#directator #mr movien

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hey ! i’m blossom, i’m sixteen, i go by any pronouns, i slept for sixteen hours last night. i’m on discord @ dios mio #2857 & here on any of my tumblr accounts. this is my re-introduction to my third character, andy ! read under the cut for about her and some wcs. FIND HER PINTEREST HERE.

( LANA CONDOR, GENDERFLUID, SHE/HE/THEY ) — ✧ that looks like ANDROMEDA ISLEY-QUINZEL! they’re the TWENTY-ONE-YEAR-OLD CHILD of PAMELA ISLEY & HARLEEN QUINZEL (ADOPTED). [ they are also an UNDERGRAD at paragon. ] i hear they’re DEBONAIR & GREGARIOUS, but tend to be CALLOUS & RANCOROUS. their file says that their power is PRECOGNITION.

tw : emotional abuse, parental abuse, emotional neglect, dissociation ( wording association ), death, blood ment, teen pregnancy ment

i / v. ｢ background ! ｣

andromeda bui was born to a second generation vietnamese immigrant straight into the lap of luxury, or something very close to that. her mother was a sixteen-year-old heiress with absolutely no plans to raise her daughter. she only ever gave andromeda one thing: her name. likewise, her father only ever gave her one thing as well: his curse.

andromeda, fondly dubbed andy, is raised by her grandparents. her grandparents are strict, proper people ; they don’t see eye-to-eye with this modern way of raising children. and, naturally, they are predisposed to andy. she was born synonymous with inconvenience, a stain on their family’s reputation.

because of this, she is raised as a tool. she is never given the simple luxury of insolence or rebellion. she’s forced into a box. do this, or do not be. they never miss a chance to remind her that they are saints for keeping her, and often speak of the possibilities if she does not follow their ways.

she is put into ballet at four years old as a sort of penance for her mere existence. and that’s all she’s good for, then. it’s the only way to get her the attention she wants. it’s the only way for her grandparents to regard her at all. ( what they never find out about: she draws, sometimes, between practices. just for herself. )

when andy is seven years old, she is sitting at the dinner table with her grandparents when she has very first vision. words spill out of her before she knows what she’s saying, asking her grandmother why her hands are covered in blood. two nights later, her mother, if she can even be called that, is killed in a car accident. her grandmother grabs her daughter when they arrive, pleading with doctors to do something they cannot, and andromeda’s prophecy becomes andromeda’s life.

her grandparents are not looking for a reminder. and they do not want andromeda in their home any longer. they throw around words like ‘ sent ‘ and ‘ fear ‘ and ‘ khùng ‘ ( vietnamese: crazy ).

andromeda is put up for adoption the next day. she never goes to her mother’s funeral. and, in a way, she never moves on.

when andromeda is nine years old, still in foster care, she wakes up in the middle of the night and walks two miles in the dark of gotham city, breaks into the home of the isley-quinzels, and sits in their living room until they wake up. she has no memory of the incident, but everyone involved thought it to be pretty hilarious when the first thing she asks is if she, also, could have some breakfast.

they fall in love with her as they wait for her guardian to pick her up. andromeda, then, is just a sweet, messy little girl. her smile is huge. her eyes are just a little bit sad. she tells them all about her without one key detail.

that’s how andromeda bui becomes andromeda rosalie isley-quinzel. it takes her a long while to tell them about her ‘ khùng. ‘ pamela explains this world of mutations to her, one she has only ever looked in on, barely even thought about. evidently, andy missed out on a lot that normal children, children who grew up as children, did not.

she grows up at her pace, then. goes to dance academy because she wants to, and nothing else. she takes art classes in her free time. never one to sit still, and never one to engage much in the gotham walk of life, either.

she comes to her teenage years with a flourish. she has it all. she is beautiful and interesting, and her personality sparkles. she is dubbed shooting star shortly after. it is during this period she meets the person she still calls the love of her life. they do not feel the same way. andromeda is still trying to learn to live with it.

she does this with other people. andromeda never learned how to properly treat people, so she does as she was taught — like tools. serial dating is an avid hobby of hers. she’s never dated anyone besides her first for more than a week.

after andromeda graduates high school, she takes a gap year to travel europe. she calls it her forgotten year, but only to herself. she’s made up stories to ply people with, but for the vast majority of her time, she zoned in and out. separated from the things that grounded her, the thing growing inside her takes hold, she reasons. she wakes up in various situations: in a room filled with finished canvas, a cafe with pages of her calendar missing, walking to somewhere she does not know.

andromeda is quick, too eager, to blame her powers. it’s only natural. she’s been raised to fear them, it’s only second nature. and she’s never understood them. she doesn’t know their full power, their true colors.

( the truth : something much worse happened to andy during her time alone. she was by herself in europe. there was no one to check in on her, besides via cell, and it’s pricey, so even then she’s limited. )

she goes home. or the next best thing. paragon, a double major in art and dance. she keeps herself busy ; she does not want to go back to being a zombie. she wants to be awake. she wants to live her life outside of her powers.

though she does not know it, andromeda comes back changed. not just from experience, but on a biological level. she dismisses it, the difference in the way she carries herself.

her brother dies in january. she comes back to paragon just as this happens, and leaves again. this time : latin america. this time, she wants to forget. and forget she does. she doesn’t stay long, but she does not make peace with his death, either. she still feels like she should have known. and maybe, in a way, she did.

what she had expected. what she was looking for, in a way, happened. it’s worse, though. she remembers her plane to brazil. she remembers her plane back to new york. she does not remember anything else.

it’s been a very long time since andromeda has felt like herself.

she goes back to paragon, and when she does, her brother is back from the dead. she is too. andy starts living life again. she doesn’t tell anyone about what happened to her.

ii / v. ｢ powers ! ｣

her powers manifest at age seven, but it isn’t until age eleven that she finds out what they are. precognition is a weighted word. one people look in on, but never want for themself. they ask her to tell them fortunes, and read tarot and palms, and predict at the drop of a hat, but they don’t want to be able to do the same.

she compares it to going to the zoo. you like to look at the animals and interact with them, but you wouldn’t like to live there.

before she could even call them her powers, before she even knew they were a mutation, andy was raised to fear her powers. they couldn’t be anything good. anything that predicted her own mother’s death couldn’t be good.

it doesn’t help that they manifest the way they do. sometimes, she will find herself speaking without meaning to of things she has no way of knowing. sometimes, she wakes up from dreams that are far from the normal weird. sometimes, she sees flashes of pictures outside her imagination’s reigns. sometimes, she sees people that she knows are not real. sometimes, she will walk places that she has no way of knowing. sometimes, she draws things and has no memory of it.

it’s like something is possessing her. even if she tried, she could not stop her powers. there was no medicine she was willing to subject herself to. andy thinks about being human, sometimes. andromeda’s life would be forever different if she just didn’t have the x-gene. it’s hard not to learn to hate her powers for it.

hatred and fear. the same two things her grandmother looked at her with that day. it sits heavy on andy’s chest. sometimes she feels like she can’t bear the weight of it.

she makes up for this in any way she can. andy sports her powers as a shining badge on her chest, but in the dark, they’re never there to guide her way.

iii / v. ｢ work ! ｣

a double major in art and dance, the one thing andy lacks is free time. she’s equally committed to both, and if you can’t find her with her nose up some art history book, she’s in a dance studio.

andromeda is really just trying to stay busy, to a point. she’s utterly terrified about her forgotten time. she doesn’t want to forget anymore. she thinks that if she stays focused on her work, stays consumed by studies and friends, she’ll be able to keep being andromeda.

though people often comment on how she should have gone into drama ( ha, ha, ha ), andy’s passion for either of her majors has never dimmed. she thinks, to a point, that she should hate ballet. that it should only bring bad memories with it ; a farce to suffice for love she could not get.

the truth: she’s good at it and that’s that. she likes dancing. she feels like herself when she is, and that’s all her criteria at this point in time.

painting, it’s the same. she always paints and draws in color. for a long time, her visions were only in black and white. but now, they too, have consumed that part of her life. her room will forever be littered with different projects of hers. her favorite jeans will always have paint stains in them that she can not get out. it’s apart of who she is.

iv / v. ｢ personality ! ｣

she’s sunshine in human form, but not in the positive way. she’s the other side. violently bright. overpowering, at times. she’s the kind of girl that gets under your skin.

she has a reputation for being dramatic and a total player. people see her as ditzy. the ridiculous isley-quinzel girl. in truth, andromeda has had trouble being present. she’s still, in a way, trying to grow up.

she’s overly friendly and she makes friends of all types as well as enemies. she overflows, in a bit, unapologetic to a point. she’s not trying to be friends with everyone.

and it’s a good point to say that, truly, andromeda is burdened by the weight of her upraising. she was never taught how to properly treat people or be treated. she doesn’t understand people. she hides it well, but andy lacks a lot of what other people supply easily.

v / v. ｢ wanted connections ! ｣

best friend ! someone who she gets along with more than complacent fakeness. someone who gets her a bit more than she’d probably like. someone who gets it.

exes ! she has literal LITERAL hundreds. a new one each week, she’s the type to string someone on, but when she’s doing it she devotes the passion of a thousand suns to every molecule of their being.

gotham kid ! a person who knew that interesting little human with the sense of naivety that only creeps up on her sometimes these days. whether she enjoyed their presence or not, or even knew them before becoming an isley-quinzel, there’s plenty to work with.

something precog-y ! maybe, for once, she got it right, or at the very least tried to forewarn. or maybe she played it for kicks and gave them a fake as hell psychic reading for shits and giggles. dealer’s choice.

#sidekick.intro #* ━━ ◤ ᵀᴿᴱᴹᴮᴸᴵᴺᴳ ᴮᴱᶠᴼᴿᴱ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᴼᵂᴺ ᴳᴿᴱᴬᵀᴺᴱˢˢ / isms . ◢

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10 Western Media That Would Make Great Anime

When we anime fans tire of lamenting for the adaptation of manga after manga, or light novel after light novel, we tend to turn our imaginations away from Japan. After all, anime is no stranger to adapting western media. Many books, shows and movies have been adapted from western media into anime form, including Deltora Quest, Spider Riders, Witchblade, Howl’s Moving Castle, Highlander, and Supernatural just to name a few.

This got me thinking of my own wishlist of western media that would make great anime. Here are 10 shows, books, and movies that would make awesome anime adaptations.

Mortal Engines by Philip Reeve Book Series - Dream Studio: Production I.G. - Dream Format: TV Anime

If you’ve never heard of Mortal Engines, no sweat. It’ll be your new favorite thing in no time. This YA quartet from British author Philip Reeve follows Tom, an apprentice historian atop the city of London. When he’s thrown out of the city, he sides with Hester Shaw, an assassin with the resistance after the life of his master, Thaddeus Valentine, who she blames for the death of her mother.

Sounds pretty run of the mill YA right? My bad. I forgot to mention all of the cities run on tractor wheels. Oh, and the cities eat other cities for resources. Oh, and there’s this huge conspiracy surrounding the city-eating cities, and this huge plot to destroy them. It’s cool that Peter Jackson’s directing a film adaptation of the series, which is due out this December, but just imagine this as an anime...

Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling Book Series - Dream Studio: A-1 Pictures - Dream Format: TV Anime

Does Harry Potter really need an introduction? I feel like we all know about the boy who lived and his battle with he-who-shall-not-be-named. The cliffnotes version of Harry Potter is that an abused orphan turns out to have an incredible magical gift required to stop some of the wizarding world’s most malevolent forces. In addition to his studies, he must juggle fighting the dark forces, and maintaining the friendships he makes at Hogwarts.

Harry Potter is essentially fantasy shonen in book format. It has the magical boarding school. It has the perfect shonen protagonist and sidekicks. The duels would be incredible to see animated. Hagrid would be moe AF. The mythical creatures would be a sight for sore eyes. But most importantly? QUIDDITCH EPISODES!

Railsea by China Miéville Novel - Dream Studio: Madhouse - Dream Format: Movie

China Mieville’s Railsea is an interesting reimagining of Moby Dick. Except instead of a sea, it’s a giant desert covered in endless, winding train tracks – the titular railsea. And there’s no whales. Only giant moles. The story follows Sham Yes ap Soorap, a young assistant doctor on a train that hunts giant moles for meat (think whaling but with moles). Her journey among the pirates, monsters, and salvagers alike kicks off when she comes across a series of photographs aboard a trainwreck that hint at the impossible existing.

The history behind the now-derelict world of Railsea, coupled with the mixture of gripping drama and havoc reminiscent of kaiju films, would make for a solid animated feature, the visuals of which I’d only trust to Madhouse.

A Song of Ice and Fire by George R.R. Martin Book Series - Dream Studio: MAPPA - Dream Format: Movies

Okay, so it’s Game of Thrones, but all the characters are moe idols. That’s it. That’s the show.

More seriously though, A Song of Ice and Fire would make a downright wicked fantasy anime. This large-scale fantasy epic has such an incredible assortment of characters, rich history, and gratuitous violence that would be a treat to see in anime form. It’s tough to really pinpoint the plot, since so much is going on, but A Song of Ice and Fire centers on a number of noble families – such as the Starks or Lannisters – vying to claim the throne of Westeros.

If there’s one studio out there that could handle A Song of Ice and Fire, it would be MAPPA. MAPPA’s history with dark fantasy anime series such as Rage of Bahamut or Garo only strengthens my confidence in their ability to breathe some animated life into the franchise.

A Scanner Darkly by Philip K. Dick Novel - Dream Studio: SHAFT - Dream Format: TV Anime

You may know A Scanner Darkly from that weird rotoscoped movie where Keanu Reeves, Robert Downey Jr., and Woody Harrelson play a rag-tag group of friendly drug addicts. The movie itself was based on the Philip K. Dick book of the same name. It follows Bob Arctor, who lives parallel lives as both a drug addict and undercover police agent. Undercover agents report to their superiors in scramble suits, which scramble their identities. The kicker here is that Bob Arctor’s undercover gig? Spy on Bob Arctor.

The drug-addled, paranoia-fueled philosophy behind the day-to-day of drug addicts living in a world where the war on drugs was lost makes for an interesting dynamic, especially with the sci-fi enhanced police work behind it. The only studio I’d trust visually with this would be Shaft, if only to see drug-addict head tilts.

Peep Show British Comedy Series - Dream Studio: Kyoto Animation - Dream Format: TV Anime

I know this sounds like a weird one, but stick with me. Peep Show is a British sitcom that follows mismatched flatmates Mark and Jeremy – Mark being the uptight 9-5er and Jeremy being the easy-going partier. They don’t always see eye to eye, but sometimes friendships need that. Sometimes Mark needs to loosen up a little. Sometimes Jeremy needs to grow up a bit. As long as they have each other, nothing bad can really go wrong, right? Well, as human nature would have it, things tend to go wrong – quite often, rather quickly.

KyoAni’s bread and butter tends to be slow-paced slice-of-life shows, so if any anime studio would revel in adapting a sitcom, it’d be them. The gimmick of Peep Show is that the camera angles don’t tend to be traditional, and often are shot from the direct view of Mark or Jeremy. It would be interesting to see how that worked in anime form.

Kitchen Nightmares Reality TV Series - Dream Studio: David Production - Dream Format: TV Anime

If Kitchen Nightmares were adapted into an anime, I think it’d probably be a lot like Food Wars!, but Gordon Ramsay yells at Soma every 5 minutes. More realistically, it would follow a rather manly Gordon Ramsay on his trek across Japan in search of crestfallen restaurants in desperate need of an upgrade. Now throw in some Jojo-styled manliness – the likes of which only David Production could replicate – and we have ourselves a recipe for the perfect anime.

The translation of Ramsay’s infamous potty mouth would be a peculiar one, but seeing a muscle-clad Gordon Ramsay faffing about a kitchen screaming oi, teme at the sous chefs would be a treat we could all sink our teeth into.

The Day of the Triffids by John Wyndham Novel - Dream Studio: Wit Studio - Dream Format: Movie

There’s always room for more horror and suspense anime, ones about sentient walking plants doubly so. The book follows Bill Masen, a scientist who specializes in the care, study, and cultivation of triffids – towering venomous carnivores cultivated for their oils. After waking up from temporary blindness following a triffid strike, he finds everyone is now blind from green flashes brought on by comets the night prior. Now Bill must make his way through the streets of London in search of safety.

While horticulture itself usually isn’t scary, there’s something eerily unsettling about the fact that poisonous man-eating plants walk the streets. Wit Studio would probably be the only studio which could replicate that suspense and terror, having done it perfectly in Attack on Titan and Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress.

Star Wars Sci-Fi Media Franchise - Dream Studio: Ufotable - Dream Format: TV Anime

With Ufotable’s success at adapting large scale media franchises such as Fate, this sci-fi space opera could be in no better hands. Anime is no stranger to the world’s 2nd largest media franchise either. There are loads of references to the movies in various anime and manga, including Daicon IV, Berserk, Gintama, Doraemon, and Princess Jellyfish, just to name a few. Some fans have gone as far as to draw parallels between the Jedi of Star Wars and Newtypes of Gundam (whether that’s intentional or a coincidence being how close the two were to releasing).

The coming-of-age rebellion story, coupled with the gratuitous tie-fighter dogfights and lightsaber battles, would make for one show you’d be on the edge of your seat for week after week. I think each trilogy could probably be adapted in one cour, but at this point, I’d even take seeing Clone Wars reanimated in its entirety as long as Ufotable got their hands on it.

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams Book Series - Dream Studio: Bones - Dream Format: Movies

From spaceship-stealing presidents to poetry-loving aliens, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy has a special charm that boys, girls, and little green people across the universe can love. It follows the incredibly British Arthur Dent, who in attempting to stop the demolition of his house, learns from his best friend Ford Prefect that the Earth is about to be demolished. After a few pints at the pub, the two hitch a ride on a ship and proceed on a journey through the stars in search of answers to life, the universe, and everything.

Anime has the unique marketability to sell just about anything. Look at Dr. Pepper sales after the first series of Steins;Gate aired back in 2011 after all. If the Japanese towel industry ever finds itself in a slump, anime studios know just what British science fiction series to adapt.

BONUS: King of the Hill Animated TV Series - Dream Studio: P.A. Works - Dream Format: TV Anime

You got that right: we’re doing a meme entry! King of the Hill has already claimed some notoriety in anime fandom as being one of the greatest anime of all time (if only second to Cory in the House).

King of the Hill follows the Hank Hill, his family, and their dysfunctional band of friends and neighbors as they navigate the challenges of daily life, propane, diminished glutes, lawnmowers, and more. Sometimes Hank’s modest sensibilities are challenged, but as a man of his word and a man of character, he never stands down.

While the closest we’ll probably ever get to a King of the Hill anime was the 1-hour episode where they went to Japan, we can only hope that one day, you’ll get a Crunchyroll notification that says “Release: King of the Hill - Episode 1”.

What about you folks? Got a favorite book, comic, TV series, or movie you want to see in anime form? Sound off in the comments below!

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Zach Godin writes about the manga he reads and collects over at his website, Rusted Culture. Feel free to say hi on Twitter: @zachjgodin

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