but was it reckless and dangerous

anonymous asked:

I love how detailed you go into your answers!!! that being said I was wondering what your thought were on the comparison of Spike and Mugen? I understand for obvious reasons that they were dubbed by the same voice actor but what do you think their best shared qualities were? thank you! :)

First off, thank you! I like seeing these asks, mostly because they’re interesting, but also because I love hearing what other people have to say in response. :)

To answer your question, I think Spike and Mugen’s best qualities were their smart-mouthed tendencies and somewhat lackluster approach to violence, fighting, or death. Neither really seemed to take life’s BS too seriously; they were always jumping headfirst into danger, because they were confident that they could succeed. Now, of course, this confidence is also a serious display of recklessness and maybe even immaturity, but I’ve always had a soft spot for hardheaded characters who are equal parts sarcastic and tough when it comes to dealing with the problems they run into along their journeys.

In summary, they’re both badasses, and I think being badass is probably the most entertaining thing a character can be (if said characters’ badassery is written well). Thank you for your question! 

Because
I want to do
something
reckless,
dangerous,
extraordinary—
something
that will push me
out of my
comfort zone,
something
that will take me
far from where
I came from—
an adventure
that was like—
I’m walking pass
through the gates
of hell
but it feels
as sweet
as heaven
making me
gasp for air—

and yes,
it was
falling in love
with you.

—  ma.c.a // Should I fight my feelings for you?
Mom Friend

Ok but imagine how the aliens would react to the idea of the “mom friend”. Like the crew is losing their mind over the fact their human is reckless, doing so many dangerous things that would have killed any other race but of course it’s fine because it’s a human and those things are so hard to kill anyway.

The only planet that is a danger to a human is the one it came from.

So when the human-Kat comes into the control room with that adorable hopeful face a lot of the crew members are instantly on guard. The last time Human-Kat had that expression they almost lost Xe'rex to the waves of that one planet that Human-Kat just had to “Surf”.

“Can my friend Lola come meet us for the 34-OJ mission? She’s right in our pathway to that new planet? Please?” Huamn-Kat says and though they want nothing more then to say no, the crew of 626- Launch can’t say anything else other then yes.  They know how humans react when left alone for too long. Humans claim that their greatest criminals are placed in “solitary confinement” as punishment which goes very far to show how much bonds affect their life spans.

Human-Kat needs human interaction to stay alive and sane (or as sane as humans can be)

So the crew  agrees to have Friend-Lola on the voyage, slightly terrified of having two humans. But when the new human arrives it is not what they expected.

“Kat, have you finished your paperwork? Come on man, you know it’s due in like a day. Get on it.”

“Whoa dude, I love you ok. But no. You are not going to go surfing down there. It’s for your own good.”

“Girl you got the promotion?! Yes! Ok Ok! We need to celebrate with girls night in!”

“Hey I have some tissues in my bag somewhere hold on. There ya go.”

“Look at this game I picked up on RE-vr’. It’s just like Cards against Humanity but space!”

“Go. To. Sleep. Kat.”

“Remember that pact we made in high school? The one where I would stop you from doing something that will get you arrested or killed? Yeah well I’m calling it into action and saying that you do not lick anything on a unknown planet!“ 

This Human…holds common sense? That is possible for that race?!

After Friend-Lola leaves they ask Human-Kat about this and she merely laughs while swiping through photographs she had taken with the other human.

"Well Lola is the mom friend.”

And the crew of 626-Luanch are so confused because they have already seen photos of Human-Kat’s birth givers and they look nothing alike not to mention Human-Kat already has a Mom. Do humans have more then one “Mom”?

“Oh you know a mom friend is the one friend in a group that keeps everyone else from dying.” Human-Kat jokes.

But the crew is amazed. They have learn the reason humanity haven’t killed itself off. They send a message to every out post in the area.

If xe have a human on-board make sure that they are accompanied by a Mom Friend. These are the humans in charge of keeping other humans alive and well-behaved. 

humans getting a reputation amongst the galaxy for doing totally absurd and reckless things, like making absolutely ridiculous flight paths through asteroid belts, or hitting warp speed for a five mile trip, or devoting 90% of the power of a ship’s onboard computer to their personal laptop so they can torrent abba’s discography, or mixing rocket fuel with mentos to see what happens

and at first other species are like….. okay we’d better not have humans on the crew if they’re this dangerous….. but then when they notice the humans are actually getting a lot more done and advancing super fast because they take such absurd risks “just to see if it works” it becomes commonplace to have a group of at least four humans on every ship in the fleet

no other species previously had a word in their language that equated to “fuck it” but within a century “fuck it” is regarded as an immensely wise proverb

zaynbootymalik blessed me with this fic about victor and yuuri taking their child to skate for the first time, and i had to quickly draw victor being a reckless father on ice with yuuri losing a year of his life every time victor does something ridiculous and dangerous with their child ;w;

hunk, the patient and skillful engineer who knows how to tinker and play with the limited information he’s given: we’re going to need someone to decipher the video on how to get to this really dangerous alien creature’s belly and someone to fly us in there

keith, the highly reckless kid who rushes without thinking and who’s been labelled the best pilot of his age back at the garrison: you fly, i’ll skim through the video

hunk:

totally platonic ways to show ur platonic bro friend u care platonically - a guide by James Buchanan Barnes.

• know his precise location and swan in to rescue his reckless ass when he gets into a fight - again - as if you got some sort of sixth sense to knowing he’s in danger

• abandon your date on your last night in town for a while to traipse around a convention looking for him

• after being strapped to a table and tortured and experimented on, be sure the first thing you do is ask him if it hurt when he became all beefy

• when he asks you if you’ll follow the person everyone else see’s him as into danger, let him know that you’re following the him he was and still is underneath, and you’d follow him anywhere

• follow him home from his mother’s funeral to make sure he’s doing okay, then tell him that you know he can get by on his own, but he doesn’t have to, because you’re with him til the end of the line

• remember him before you remember yourself after he says your name for the first time in 70 years, and then refuse to let go of the certainty that you knew him, even though that belief is going to get you hurt

• when all you know what to do is to obey orders and complete a mission, hear 9 words that sound like a wedding vow, and choose instead of killing him like you were ordered, to save him and make sure he’s alive

• after you’ve pretended like you only know him from reading about him in a museum, the moment danger presents itself, instinctively protect him from said danger

• when he brings up a double date that you went on and tries to mention the girls, don’t even remember the girls name, but do remember everything he did that day

• whilst you’re lying on the floor, beaten and bruised and bloody and once again, sans arm, summon whatever energy you have left to detract attention from him to stop him getting hurt

Character Strengths and Related Flaws

So, we all know the drill. When you’re creating a character, you want them to be balanced. Your character should have both strengths and flaws. You’re not making a perfect person, nor are you making a complete monster.

However, sometimes you can find yourself just going for a random assemblage of flaws, as if picking them out of a hat. That’s one way to go about it, but I think the much better way is to look at the strengths you’ve given your character, and see what flaws may correspond to them, what characteristics are often found together. For example:

Adaptable

  • Definition: able to adjust to new conditions
  • Flaws: overly compliant, blindly obedient

Adventurous

  • Definition: willing to take risks or to try out new methods, ideas, or experiences
  • Flaws: rash, foolhardy, takes unnecessary risks

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real

or, lena tried to be a luthor but fell in love with supergirl instead

She learned of the plan sometime between Lex getting arrested and his trial. His eyes were crazed, the words spewing out of his mouth irrational and erratic. Of course Lillian agreed with him—of course they’d pull Lena aside and ask her to help. Of course Lena would fall into line as well. She was a Luthor, this was her family.

If her family asked for her help in ending the Supers…well, Lena would of course offer her assistance.

(It didn’t matter that she didn’t understand why Lex’s idea of revenge revolved around the Girl of Steel instead of her cousin—why he had decided to abandon his vendetta against Superman and focus on Supergirl. It certainly didn’t matter that Supergirl had done nothing to the Luthor family, that she had been miles upon miles away when Superman finally took Lex down, not even coming to her cousin’s aid. It didn’t matter that, by all accounts, Supergirl spent more time stopping other aliens than she did going after humans.

No, Lena didn’t understand Lex’s hatred of Supergirl, but she didn’t question it—didn’t ask for a clarification, didn’t ask for a reason. It just didn’t matter.

Lex was her brother, he’d asked her to do something, and so Lena had a job to do.)

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i know that the fandom’s main love is pining Keith with oblivious Lance and i’m for that but I totally see Keith as not knowing what the fuck a crush is so Lance is the one that’s pining first but he has no idea he’s doing it, like he still flirts with all the other aliens but he tends to be the first one to volunteer for a mission that Keith’s going on, and he sulks when Keith goes places without him, and he gets kinda anxious when he goes without Keith because as reckless as the guy is, his presence makes Lance feel like he can be more clear-headed (I think Lance is just as foolhardy as Keith is when he’s by himself or with more cautious people but he’s one of those people who becomes more cool-headed the more reckless the people around him are)

and Allura is the first one who notices the way that Lance keeps putting his little defense drone into more dangerous situations so that he can be fighting next to Keith, and Keith starts complaining to Shiro or Pidge that Lance is being like, super competitive lately and won’t leave him alone?? What is happening all of a sudden he was always like this but now he’s extra like this??

And meanwhile Lance is complaining to Hunk about how annoying everything Keith does is but all he does is reveal just how much he’s been paying attention to Keith

and finally Pidge gets really frustrated listening to Keith whine and they just throw their tools across the room and shout “oh my god, Keith, Lance has a crush on you, like it’s so obvious has no one else noticed??” and as luck would have it, everyone else is around except for Lance, and Keith is like “what the fuck no?? I’ve seen him flirt that’s not how he does it he’s not flirting with me he doesn’t have feelings for me” but everyone else is around and they’re just like son.

Shiro just kinda shakes his head with his head in his hand, and Coran is like “well it’s not like they did it on Altea but it’s very clear that Lance is experiencing a severe case of feelings for you” and Allura’s like “I mean it’s obvious that he wants to be around you like 24/7″ and Hunk affirms that Lance talks a lot about Keith’s eyes and he might think he’s complaining but no one complains that lovingly about the color of someone’s eyes

And Keith just

stands there and stares like

everyone else knew?????  what is crush how do??

but he starts paying more attention to Lance then, and agreeing to let him come on more solo missions and volunteering to go on ones that Lance is going on because he wants to figure it out for himself, and they bicker a lot cause that’s what they do but Keith realizes that hey yeah they actually get along really well? And Lance keeps like, absently touching him, like giving him shoulder bumps or high fives or even like fixing Keith’s hair when it gets into his eyes like a mother hen and Keith’s like holy shit actually yes i think i like him is this what a crush is??

but the fun part is

Lance still doesn’t realize his own feelings

and it doesn’t come out until Keith, red-faced, blurts out in the middle of an argument that “I REALLY LIKE YOU AND YOU KEEP ACTING LIKE YOU LIKE ME SO STOP TEASING ME AND MAKING ME QUESTION WHETHER OR NOT YOU DO” and Lance is like ????????? and Keith storms off to hide in a ball in his room and Lance just looks helplessly at everyone else like “what’s his deal??” and they all just shake their heads at him like “dude….you’ve had a crush on him….for weeks…all the signs are there….”

And very very slowly it all dawns on Lance and he’s like

“how the fuck am I the always last to know everything???”

Au idea where

Person A receives a prediction about their death. Person B, friend or love interest, takes some kind of action (i.e. magic, soulmate bond, fancy tech genius stuff) to prevent person a’s death.

It works. Very well.

Person a begins to realize that they can somehow “cheat death”. They don’t feel pain. They don’t die. They start doing stupid reckless stuff more often, death defying stunts that they somehow walk away from alive. They’re ecstatic and take advantage of this fact to do increasingly more and more dangerous acts just for fun, just because they know they can walk away from it, even if it’s a rocket to the head, even if it’s jumping off ten stories, even if they get their leg bitten off.

But behind the scenes, the effect of the spell/tech/whatever takes its toll on person b. It turns out that every miraculous recovery wherein person a should’ve died? Well. They did die. Whatever pain that person a should’ve felt, person b now receives, just to a slightly lesser degree. And every time person a “dies”? Person b is takes on the excruciating pain, their life force draining a little bit every time person b bleeds out, gets struck by lightning, gets burned to a crisp. But person b isn’t telling person a because THIS was the reason they performed the spell/made the tech/whatever in the first place- to allow person a to live their life out.

Basically an au where person b receives all of person a’s pain.

anonymous asked:

prompt: yakov/victuuri/yuri's grandfather reacting to welcome to the madness. bonus points if christophe says something about yuri being too innocent for this!

“What the hell is he doing?” Yakov growled from the edge of the rink. Victor and Yuuri were standing next to him, mouths agape in twin shock as they watched Yuri strip, throwing his jacket towards the crowd.

“I…think he’s found his eros,” Yuuri said quietly, gaping at how sensually their young friend was skating, “Victor, this isn’t at all how he practiced it the other night!”

Victor was following Yuri’s routine with his eyes, noticing a dark figure skating onto the ice to join Yuri. They watched as the figure raised an arm, pretending to shoot Yuri with a finger gun. Yuri dropped into a graceful slide, his shirt rising up to bare his entire chest, pants riding low, mimicking taking a bullet from the invisible gun.

“What the hell is he doing?” Yakov hissed again, looking distressed at his student’s actions, “I told him no wild clothing, no stage makeup. Yurachka, you are in for it when you got off of the ice!”

Victor coughed a little, like he was trying to hide a smile. “This is…definitely an impressive routine. Adding Otabek in at the last second was a risky choice. This must’ve been what they were getting up to the other night when they wouldn’t come out to dinner with us.”

They watched as Otabek joined Yuri on the ice now, the routine fierce and, well, maddening. The audience was losing it, Yuri’s fangirls screeching from every corner of the stadium. It was hard to pair in their minds the graceful, ethereal Yuri who had just won gold in the Grand Prix Finals with the wild, reckless skater they were seeing now.

“Johnny Weir would be proud,” Victor affirmed, watching Yuri and Otabek leap and twist across the ice, “But this is going to give Yurio’s grandfather a heart attack.”

Christophe padded up next to them, his mouth hanging open as well, watching the wild teenage display of reckless abandon and carelessness for rules. “Wow, is this how he skates when he doesn’t have medals to win?” Christophe asked, “I thought he was too innocent for something like this, especially after his short program.”

Yuuri was ignoring the conversation, watching as Otabek lifted Yuri and threw him into a jump. Yakov spluttered and groaned at the danger of the move, but Yuri landed perfectly, continuing the routing. Yuuri watched as Yuri nailed a quadruple flip, something he secretly had been working on with him in practice.

“GO YURIO AND OTABEK!” Yuuri screamed suddenly, “DAVAI!”

Victor looked at his fiance cheering excitedly for the wild pair and he laughed, joining in with whoops and hollers each time Otabek and Yuri did something on the ice. Yakov’s face drained of color as he watched Otabek drop Yuri into a spin. He sat down on the bench, mumbling Russian curses into his hands.

Yuri and Otabek went through one final step sequence before ending with Otabek lifting Yuri above his head into a final hold. After the final chord of the music, Yuri slid down Otabek’s chest, far too sensually for his coach’s liking.

“He is only sixteen, what is he thinking?” Yakov groaned, “Oh, the press damage for this is going to be horrible.”

Victor grinned brightly as Yuri and Otabek skated off the ice, hand in hand. “Cheer up, Yakov! At least Yuri has some new motivation.”

The crowd was losing it as some of the more exciting aspects of the program were replayed on the big screens above the rink. Victor and Yuuri looked proudly in Yuri’s direction, watching as he chatted excitedly with Otabek.

“This is going to make next season very interesting,” Victor observed brightly, “Now, who wants to call Yurio’s grandfather and explain?”

From the bench, Yakov let out an exasperated sigh.

2

“We Shadowhunters, we put ourselves in danger, every hour, every day. I think sometimes we are reckless with our hearts the way we are with our lives. When we give them away, we give every piece.” 

Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

anonymous asked:

How well does hitting someone in the throat work and how long will they be affected by it?

Like everything, the answer is it depends. There are many different ways to attack the throat, depending on what your goal is. There are a lot of different ways it can go, and the effect can last anywhere from a few disorienting, terrifying seconds of panic to choking and, eventually, death.

Think about the throat, the front of your neck.  What primary bodily function resides there that is absolutely necessary to your survival?

Your ability to breathe.

The throat acts as a conduit for air from your lungs and your mouth. If you can’t breathe, you can’t fight. If you can’t breathe, you can’t scream. If you don’t breathe, you don’t live. A crushed windpipe is neither a fun nor quick injury to die from.

There are certain parts of your body that you have a biological imperative to defend (these usually only kick in after you’ve received damage). This is your natural instincts respond with a panicked, “OH GOD! NO! I NEED THIS!” and, for most people, that’s how they’ll respond.

You hit them in the throat and their hands will immediately rise there, they’ll stumble back coughing, and their number one priority their brain has focused on is protecting their throat.

So, much like a sucker punch, striking the throat will result in giving you open access to their whole body as it is now defenseless. You, the attacker, moves on to other, better strikes while they’re caught up trying to breathe.

When someone punches someone else in the throat (as opposed to another kind of strike), this is the hoped for response. They want to open up their opponent. “Open up” is one of the terms for “lowering defenses”, because when your opponent’s defenses are up you cannot reach the nice soft spots on their body where you’ll do the most damage.

The throat is one of those nice soft spots difficult to hit if your opponent is mentally prepared to fight. You’ve got to be within arm’s reach, and within the grappling sphere, to land the hit. So, if you’re not close enough to reach out and grab hold of their neck, you’re not close enough to land the strike. If the hit doesn’t come as a surprise attack, then you’ll have to fight for it.

Learning to measure distance between fighters in a fictional context when you’ve no experience judging it with real people is a difficult one. Most people never realize there are different spheres of distance around the body which define what attacks you can make before moving inward. For them, two people fighting is often a one hit exercise and not a strategic contemplation involving multiple attacks, breaking past defenses, and taking advantage of your opponent’s mental faculties/body’s instincts/physiology to hit your goal. Then, consider that most fights are finished in under 30 seconds.

These are not “safe” combat techniques by any stretch of the imagination and some are far more dangerous than others. Some will also break your fingers if you try them without having a fucking clue what you’re doing.

So, how can you attack the throat?

I’ll give you three of the common attacks on the trachea, there are more.

1) You can punch them in the throat.

This is more of a stunner, and not as likely to crush the windpipe or the larynx. The reason is that the fist actually spreads the delivered force over a wider area. So, you punch them and it’s likely to hurt and scare the hell out of them, Punches, while effective, are a great deal safer than a knife hand or a palm strike to the opponent because of that dispersal of force.

The more pointed the force, the deeper it penetrates.

2) The spear hand to the throat.

You take your fingers, brace them together, and drive them forward, palm down. (You can also strike palm up, which is done if you’re striking on an upward diagonal from the hip. This can also be a referred to as a palm strike, knife hand, etc.) This is windpipe crushing territory. The force is confined to the first two fingertips, a much narrower vector, and will penetrate into the neck. Doubly more likely if you grab their head/throat first with your other hand so they can’t run/stumble back at the moment of impact.

A good general rule in martial arts is the smaller the tool, the more dangerous the strike, and the deeper into your body it goes.

This may break your fingers if you’ve never been taught to perform it properly or how to lock your fingers/wrist/arm together. So, don’t expect an untrained fighter to pull it off. Or even know it exists unless they’ve been watching a lot of Japanese/Chinese language films.

3) Half-Palm to the throat.

Instead of your fingers, you use your knuckles. Bend your fingers, so your fingertips touch the top of your palm. Brace. Then strike the same way as you would with #2.

This will, more than likely, break your fingers if you’re not careful.

This, of course, assumes that a denial of breath is your end goal. You can always knife hand (blade of the hand, opposite the thumb) the side of their neck, which has the added bonus of potentially closing off the arterial blood flow between your head and the rest of your body. Most likely not, though.

None of these are “guaranteed kills” (not that you’re guaranteed anything), the possibility of death is there and they are dangerous. They are very effective if they can be landed. However, your character should not be doing these unless their life is in danger, their willing to accept the consequences of killing their opponent, and the situation calls for it.

Fiction often struggles with this, but proper application of force to the circumstances is one of the hallmarks of a responsible martial combatant. Being able to adjust according to the situation (and knowing what techniques are warranted) is one of the signs we use to judge in real life whether or not the person in question knows what they’re doing. A person who doesn’t self-moderate is a danger to themselves and others.

You can, in fact, blend Rule of Cool with the knowledgeable, responsible combatant that sells themselves as awesome and skilled without coming off as a reckless fuckhead.

If your character is using these just in general, then they just don’t care. They’re also a reckless fuckhead. Have others treat them accordingly.

-Michi

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The first night his boyfriend didn’t come back to the dorm, Other Red (Red had already been the name of a student when Other Red was a freshman, and changing your nickname too much wasn’t the best idea) didn’t think much of it. It wasn’t unheard of for one or the other of them to spend a night with friends. But when he wasn’t there the next morning, or in their one shared class that day, Other Red started to worry. As spacey as Frankie Lee could be, he was an avid student. Frankie Lee wasn’t his real name, of course. It wasn’t a surprise to those who knew him that his taken name was musically inspired. He wasn’t answering his phone, either. When there was still no sign of him on the third day, Other Red started asking around. He found what he needed to know pretty soon.

“Yeah, the last time I saw him was a couple days ago.”

“Where was he?”

“Over by the track, by that little wooded area. He had his guitar.”

“He was going towards the trees? Sounds like he was looking for a quiet place to write songs.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me.”

“So he went, alone, into the forest, to play music?”

“Looks like.”

“Shit.”

***

Other Red didn’t waste much time. He packed what he needed, knocked on his RA’s door so someone would know where he was going (and so they’d be better prepared to notice if it wasn’t him that came back), and headed for the woods. All this wasn’t strictly necessary, since the RAs would go retrieve Frankie Lee at the end of the semester, but he might be… different by then, and Other Red didn’t want to wait that long to see him again anyway. He walked right into the shade of the trees, and kept going until he couldn’t see the edge of the woods behind him, though the forest he’d walked into was maybe forty feet across. Nowhere on the Elsewhere University campus was a surefire route to danger, if you knew what you were doing, just as nowhere was 100 percent safe if you were reckless enough, but going under the trees to play music? Other Red had to admit that had been stupid. He loved Frankie Lee, but he could be lacking in common sense.

***

As he went, Other Red reminded himself of a story. There was a smith, so the story goes, who made a deal. Who or what he made the deal with changes from telling to telling, but a popular version calls it the Devil. Other Red didn’t know about devils, but any Elsewhere U student knew there were other things you could make deals with. The smith gave up his soul in exchange for supernatural skill at metal work - the ability to weld anything to anything. When the Devil came to collect, though, the smith welded him to a tree and left him there. It’s an old story, one of the oldest, in fact. It’s been told for six thousand years. The story told Other Red a couple of things. One, that metalwork has always been a little bit Else, and two, that it was one way, maybe the first way we ever found, to get a bit of power over the Gentry. At least enough power to get him out of this.

He hoped it was enough to get him out of this.

***

After a while, he could hear music softly through the trees. He walked closer until he could make out the words:


Then the loud sound did seem to fa-a-ade
Came back like a slow voice on a wave of pha-a-ase
That weren’t no D.J. that was hazy cosmic jive
There’s a starman waiting in the sky
He’d like to come and meet us
But he thinks he’d blow our minds…

Other Red could practically see Frankie Lee, eyes closed and head nodding the way he did when he got into his music. He’d smile, and, if he wasn’t playing too, wave his hands slowly like the music was the only thing in the world. Then Other Red reached the clearing where the music was coming from, and he did see Frankie Lee, sitting and playing at the feet of the member of the Court that had taken him.

Less Starman, Other Red thought, and more Thin White Duke. Thin he certainly was, or maybe a better word was long, half again Other Red’s height with his legs - how many knees was that? - stretched out from his seat, which was carved from an enormous tree stump into intricate, disturbing patterns. He was pale, with a human face but a goat’s disdainful eyes, and he wore leather armor with what looked like a bronze sword on his belt. Other Red stepped into the clearing.

The Gentleman held up a hand, and Frankie Lee stopped playing, though his eyes had been closed. When he saw Other Red, he perked up and made eye contact with him, but didn’t speak.

“What brings you here?” asked the Fair One with disinterest.

Other Red indicated Frankie Lee. “I’d like him back.”

“And what will you give me not to simply keep you here as well?”

“I have nothing to give you, but I bring the tokens of my craft.” From his bag, he pulled a welding mask and a handful of nails. “I’m a shop student. If you don’t let me leave, there will be repercussions.” He tried to keep his voice as confident as he could.

The Shining One stared at him for a long moment, then sat back. “You may leave whenever you please, smith, but you cannot command me to give up my musician.”

Other Red had been expecting that. “A game, then?”

“A game. Very well.” said the Good Neighbor instinctively, and then, coming to himself, “What game do you choose?”

Other Red pulled out the other thing he had packed, and tossed it towards the Blessed One. “Fifth Edition, no expansions. One session, seventh-level characters, fight to the character death. I’ll see you a week from today at eight.” He bent down to quickly kiss Frankie Lee, then turned and left.

***

He’d afforded a week because, as much as he wanted Frankie Lee back right now, he needed time to find a DM who was willing to run this fight. Eventually, a girl named Tyto agreed to do it, for approximately a shitton of carefully-specified snacks. This wasn’t the first time someone had played D&D with one of the Gentry. Sometimes, as now, students figured it was the best chance they had of getting something out of them. Other Red’s challenge was a little unusual in that regard - most such games were essentially attempts to impress the Shining Ones with your storytelling talent. They had great respect for storytellers, and a skilled DM could easily get into their good books. Sometimes, They took a liking to the game, and played just for the sake of playing. Other Red had heard of a campaign that met once a month, on the new moon, where students regularly played alongside their Neighbors. Other Red wasn’t making this a storytelling competition, though. He wasn’t a DM, and he wanted a contest he could win.

On the appointed night, they set up in the game room and waited. Other Red wasn’t using his regular character, Ambrose the halfling rogue, for this. It was stupid, but he didn’t want to to let Them know even that fictional real name. Plus, he felt that if he did lose the fight, Ambrose might somehow be dead for good. He’d rolled up a human bard just for the occasion. It seemed appropriate.

At exactly eight, the Duke walked in. He looked more human here, though he was still morning-frost sharp and pale. He was wearing a black suit, and had his hair in a long braid. Tyto shifted in her chair as he walked past her. Other Red offered him a bag of Doritos. Ritual was important, after all. “Given without obligation,” he added.

“Most kind,” said the Visitor, as he took the bag and produced his character sheet. Other Red looked over it briefly. Tiefling druid. Made sense.

“Well then,” said Tyto. “Let’s get started. You’re standing in the street of a small town. You’ve just gotten into a confrontation in a tavern and decided to take it outside. Roll for initiative.”

***

The fight started out slow and cautious. Both characters had swords, and their initial actions were simple. Attack, roll for damage. Attack, roll for damage. Attack, miss. Attack… As they played, they drew an audience. Not students. Any student who knew what was happening tonight had made plans far, far away. There was a man with hair the color of the sea. Two identical-looking girls, neither of their hands quite right. When they walked in, they were followed by a fox that sat quietly and comfortably on a chair. They all watched in silence as the players spoke their battle into being.

Eventually, Other Red’s opponent seemed to get tired of this pattern. “I cast Flame Blade,” he said, “and attack with it.”
Now they were playing with magic. Other Red surrounded the druid with a cloud of daggers. The druid turned into an eagle and dive-bombed the bard. The audience began to stir. This was almost as exciting as the real thing. A few of them could remember when Gwion and Ceridwen tried the same routine. The bard cast a spell of fear to send the eagle flying away, and another spell to deal it damage. The eagle became a boar and charged the bard.

That was two. He was out of transformations. This was what Other Red had been waiting for. “I cast Dimension Door,” he announced, “on both of us.”

“O… K,” said Tyto.  “You both move to..?”
“500 feet directly above us. And as we start to fall, I cast Feather Fall on myself only.”

Tyto and the Fair One both stopped as they realized what he’d done. “So,” Tyto said to the Gentleman, “You’re falling 500 feet. Do you have anything that might help with that?”

“I do not.”

“Then if you’re alright with it, I don’t think we need to roll to know that you’re pretty dead.”
“No.” He stood up and offered Other Red his hand. “How inventive. The musician is yours.” He left the room without another word, and the audience followed behind. After a moment, the door opened again and Frankie Lee stumbled in. He was shivering, with snow melting on his shoulders and water droplets clinging to his tightly curled hair. It was sixty degrees outside.

Other Red almost knocked his chair back standing up. He held Frankie Lee tightly for a long time, and then pulled away a little.

“What were you thinking?”

“I know, I know. How long was I gone?”

“About a week and a half. How long did you…?”

“Damn. I was only there for a couple of hours. I was starting to run out of Bowie. I tell you what, though, I think I finished that song I was working on.”

“If you finished it while you were There, you should maybe never play that part.”

“Good call.”

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anonymous asked:

i hate rosita she's so extra this season :(

yeah, she is.

but then so was daryl back in season 2, after learning of sophia’s fate. he said incredibly cruel things to carol, as if his pain was so much greater than hers, and he was awfully rude to lori, dale and pretty much everyone else.

then in season 4, after hershel was killed, he acted like his grief and guilt were all that mattered, he kept giving beth – a teenage girl who’d just witnessed her father’s beheading – the silent treatment and then got drunk and acted like a total asshole, even physically dragging her out of the cabin at one point.

funnily enough, i don’t recall the fandom ever calling him out on any of these.

look, rosita is struggling right now and pushing people away is the most common, basic defense mechanism. rosita is actually canonically suicidal – she wishes she’d died instead of abraham and glenn because she feels like she’s no use to the group and they were. i’m not sure why she feels that way but if i were to guess i’d say abe dumping her the way he did did a number on her self-confidence. but of course she could just be dealing with survivor guilt, aggravated by the fact that she and abraham weren’t on good terms when he was murdered.

either way, rosita’s mission this season is to avenge abe’s and glenn’s deaths. she doesn’t care how and she doesn’t care what happens to her. it’s a very dangerous mindset, but she’s coping with her grief the only way she knows how. mind you, she still cares about the group – they’re her family and she would gladly die for any of them – but the events of 7x01 have made her bitter and reckless.