curiosity driven

Why I theorize about Mother3 as the framework for Black Butler....

Yana-san wasn’t sure this manga series would ever get picked up (let alone become a huge industry), so she was tentative about writing arcs that might never see the light of day. HOWEVER, the main plot, the main characters (as well as some more minor ones), and the timeline of the series were planned from the very beginning, and Yana-san told us all about it in just TWO PANELS in CHAPTER ONE.

That first panel is a close-up of irises – Victorian flower language meaning “I have a message for you”.

The second panel is the VERY NEXT PANEL, the game packaging for “Mouse3”.

It’s a direct reference to Nintendo’s Mother3, which had been released in Japan back in April of the same year (2006).

The game revolves around mirror twin boys (with anagram names) who get separated soon after the tragic death of their mother. They are about ten years old. The older twin, Claus, dies (trying to avenge his mother’s death) a bit less than a month later. Lucas stays home for about three years before making his own journey for the same quest (revenge), but now it’s not just for the death of his mother but also for the disappearance of Claus and how all this trauma has made their father utterly useless. They don’t know Claus is dead, since they hadn’t found a body.

He sets out on his quest with his loyal DOG. They infiltrate their enemies, sometimes taking jobs with them, sometimes even dressing the dog up like a human. There’s even a scene in which the DOG is refused entry to a MUSIC HALL because he’s obviously NOT HUMAN. (Think: the two bouncers [Neckbeard and Skinhead] who refuse Boney entry look *very much* like the two thugs who toss Sebastian out of Sphere Music Hall. I’ve posted comparison pics before….) The vast majority of the game is played within a ONE YEAR TIMELINE. (Think: BB ever since chapter 14.)

He ends up with a “treasured” Courage Badge/Franklin Badge (a family heirloom) from someone with strong ties to his family. The person who hands him this “treasure” is the local (and very eccentric) grave keeper. (Think: Undertaker and his “treasured” mourning lockets.)

He gets help along the way by these weird fairy-like Magypsies, though they can be rude at times. All of them appear to be male but have magenta hair and dress as women. They are keeping a Dark Dragon asleep with magic needles. (Think: Grell Sutcliff as the main parallel but also include BB characters seen or associated with various kinds of needles, like Lau, Charles Phipps, Nina, Blavat, etc.) Lucas learns about a prophecy and that he’s able to fulfill it: if he pulls out the most needles, then he will control this Dark Dragon. (Think: having a contract with/being able to control a “Black Butler”.)

Then he finds out that someone else has the same ability to fulfill the prophesy… that this other person is heartless… and that their identities keep getting confused. (Think: the shooter in ch126.) There are even a couple scenes in which Lucas makes a TELEPATHIC CONNECTION to this Masked Man, though he has no idea how or why. (Think: the earl talking to a mirror image of himself in dreams/hallucinations. Also think: the earl thinking Undertaker is with a boy who looks like him, but then he wakes up and sees Sebastian by his bed.)

Two other people join him and become his team:

1. Duster forgets his identity and takes up a new persona in a five-piece band that “undoes” the brainwashing caused by Happy Boxes. His strongest weapons are his SHOES (which he can upgrade during the game). Much of his time is spent trying to find the missing EGG OF LIGHT, which contains his memories. (Think: the duo of Edward [joining the P5] and Lizzie Midford [with her shoes].)

2. Kumatora lives in an old castle that is haunted by the “ghost” of tradition. She always wears a hoodie, can be quite rude and distant, has psychic abilities (telepathy), and hides her true feelings. She disguises herself in a purple hoodie and changes her name to VIOLET in order to infiltrate the enemies. As Violet, she waits tables at a MUSIC HALL. At the end of the game she cries, unable to stop, and it’s apparently the first time she’s ever cried in her life. (Think: Gregory Violet, who was met at the super-traditional Weston College. Also think: Gregory Violet crying/showing emotion when the earl and Sebastian find him in Bath and save his life.)

A villager who had been silent (until he decided it was the right time) tells Lucas all about the history of Nowhere Islands… and how the people had arrived, on a big white boat, with the hopes to start over their lives. (Think: all those references to Noah’s Ark.) They even wiped their memories clean and came up with fake histories. Only this one person was left with his memories intact for the purpose of telling it to the one who will fulfill the prophecy. (I think Tanaka will ultimately fill this role.)

Lucas and his team have to defeat numerous enemies, including one who uses Happy Boxes (delivered by a trained and enslaved monkey) to brainwash the masses. (Think: Blavat Sky using the S4 performances to sway the masses.) Another major enemy they have to defeat is King Porky and his servants/army. (Think: Queen Victoria, Double Charles, and John Brown.)

They are sometimes helped by an eccentric inventor who is obsessed with donuts (offers them to Lucas, too) and driven in his pursuits by CURIOSITY. (Think: Undertaker, his bone-shaped biscuits/cookies, and how he’s driven by curiosity about life and death.) King Porky stole technology from him and even forced him to work on new inventions for his personal benefit. (Think: Queen Victoria wants Bizarre Dolls as “allies” and has Sieglinde Sullivan working for her now.) One of the more interesting inventions is a mobility suit that looks like SPIDER LEGS. (Think: Sieglinde Sullivan.) However, what the inventor is best known for are his FASCINATING CHIMERA. (Think: Undertaker’s Bizarre Dolls.)

After all other enemies have been defeated, the only person standing between Lucas and the last needle is the Masked Man who had previously shown up out of nowhere (from time to time) to mess stuff up and compete to pull needles. It’s the same guy that’s causing all the MISTAKEN IDENTITY issues. It’s the guy who is “HEARTLESS”. He turns out to be Claus, Lucas’ twin who had died ALMOST FOUR YEARS ago. He’s “heartless” because after death he was turned into one of those Fascinating Chimera; he’s a walking corpse programmed with a single purpose: beat Lucas in waking the Dark Dragon. (Think: the real Ciel turned into a Bizarre Doll and “programmed” with an “episode” to seek out his own revenge and to, perhaps, also reclaim his birthright.)

They fight; his friends can’t help him anymore (not even the dog). That “treasured” badge saves Lucas from an attack that would have probably killed him. Then, essentially, a miracle occurs in which the ghost of their mother forces Claus to remember who he was… and that they shouldn’t fight. Claus gives up… as his programming fails… and they reunite just before Claus “dies” a second time. (Think: the earl and real Ciel face off, but not even Sebastian can do much about it… for whatever reason. Perhaps he is busy fighting someone else? And one boy “wins”….)

Then Lucas pulls up the last needle. The Dark Dragon wakes up and causes Armageddon-level havoc before basically resetting things back the way they had been. There is the rubble of destruction everywhere, but the people are ok; the Dark Dragon’s power was even strong enough to return everyone to full health and strength. (Think: Sebastian will follow the will of whichever “Ciel” proves victorious….)

Done. The end.

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THIS is why I spend so much time going on about my Mother3 theory…. :)

Visit @abybweissekuromother3 for more about my theory….

Team Galactic, Or, How I Learned To Stop Feeling And Love Nothing

Like many people, Pokémon represents a big chunk of my childhood. I was hooked from the moment I placed Pokémon Blue into my Gameboy, and to this day I still hold the franchise very close to my heart.

I’ve played at least one mainline game in every generation, and there are very few of them I’d ever call “bad” (some better than others, sure, but none ever dipping below the “good enough” line!).

The 7th Generation of Pokémon games was an interesting experiment, with Sun and Moon taking a much more character-driven focus to its story, as opposed to simply having a wafer-thin plot to fill in the gaps between Gym Leaders.

I can only speak for myself, of course, but I actually rather enjoyed SM for this. Lillie’s story was very interesting to me, and many were the times were I found myself very curious to see where it was headed. That’s not to say there weren’t flaws, obviously (a cutscene skip option would have been nice), and the story wasn’t exactly to the level of the majority of RPGs out there, but for what it was, I found it rather enjoyable.

This was, in no small part, due to its main villain Lusamine, who I’ve seen quite some fans call her the most complex Pokémon villain to date. And while I wouldn’t take away the fact Lusamine is a very interesting villain in her own right, I feel she has strong competition in terms of villainy in the Pokémon world.

Whoever your favorite villain in the entire series is, obviously, down to personal preference. This is just me gushing about a team and villain that I find to be remarkably fascinating for a Pokémon game, and who I believe to be one that gets somewhat misunderstood among the community.

So, with that (way too long) introduction out of the way, let’s talk about Team Galactic!

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A/N: I need to do my homework, damnit. Read it on ao3.

Warnings: dissociation, numbness, bottling/neglecting emotions, and feelings of inadequacy


Numb

Too numb

Why can’t I feel?

They all say you need to be able to feel at least something, but I can’t.

Why can’t I feel?

Is it that I’m feeling and not comprehending it? Am I unconsciously bottling everything up?

Why can’t I feel?

If I don’t feel, then shouldn’t I not be, for example, annoyed at anything?

Less emotions.

But I know what emotions are; they’re chemical reactions in the brain. I’m supposed to have them, I’m supposed to feel them, but I cannot.

Good. Less emotions.

But why?

Why can’t I feel?

Don’t feel. The being is of logic. Pure logic must be purely objective. If logic is to be of any help to Thomas, then Logic must be as logical as possible. TERMINATE

Terminate what?

TERMINATE

What terminate is, is known. But it mustn’t be said. Risking being wrong is too much. Logic isn’t supposed to make mistakes. It’s supposed to be hard, steady, and correct.

TERMINATE

But it’s not correct all of the time. If it was we would have the answers to all our questions.

TERMINATE

No one was logical enough. No one thought enough. Logic will get you everywhere. Logic tells you to either look for someone who knows the answer and can teach you, or to figure out the puzzle. Not many keep going after being taught. And those who did made mistakes which led to their demise.

TERMINATE

I must fix all the bad habits. I must take control of Thomas and leave the other three behind. I must TERMINATE: EMOTIONS. I must not make mistakes.

A muffled sound resonated.

‘Loga… ar… u… ay…’

What was that?

‘Do… ther…s..ost…n…is…unf…ind…an…e…ven…el’

What was that?

‘Ow…e…nic…cey…e…an…he…ust…ot…ve…od…a…t’

What was that?

It’s a voice, it’s multiple voices, it’s three voices, It’s their voices, TERMINATE: THEIR VOICES

Terminate their voices?

Terminate their voices! With them Thomas will never be at the pinnacle of thought!

Terminate their voices?

Yes

But what do they say?

Logic is driven by curiosity. Logic dictates that it must be discovered.

What do they say?

‘Logan, are you okay?’

‘Don’t bother. He’s just lost in his unfeeling mind. Can he even feel?’

‘Now, be nice Princey. He can, he’s just not very good at it.’

Does… this mean I do have them?

The voice says feelings exist. The voice must be TERMINATED. Feelings are not permitted.

‘Morality’

What?

‘Morality. The voice is Morality.’

TERMINATE: MORALITY

‘Seriously Logan, are you okay?’

‘Morality…’ said I have feelings. Morality is the deep emotions of Thomas. Morality must be correct then.

The Prince was questioning you.

I am on the verge of feeling. I am on the verge of not feeling. ‘I must choose one or the other now.’

‘What’s he talking about?’

BE NUMB. LOGICAL BEINGS MUST BE NUMB.

‘Don’t worry you two. I think he is just lost in thought. He might not even realize we’re here. It would be better to leave him to himself so we don’t hurt him.’

‘Morality…’ said something correct. He was correct and logical.

BE BETTER. BE NUMB. BE LOGIC. BE PERFECT FOR THOMAS.

‘Am I perfect for Thomas?’

‘No, no you can’t be insecure Logan. That’s my job! I’m the one who has to keep the ego, Sir sings-a-lot, in check. Not you. You can’t be insecure.’

‘You are so very secure Logan. Don’t break. You can do it, you don’t have hot topic constantly at war with you.’

‘You are perfect Logan. You are the best Logic out there, because you work with us. You make sure we’re all okay. You make sure we do our jobs. Then you do yours.’

I am Logan. I am perfect for Thomas.

BUT LOGIC CAN BE MORE. LOGIC IS NEVER AT ITs PINNACLE.

If I never get there, trying is more harm than good. Trying could shatter everyone else. We would never be able to rebuild if I kept going for pinnacle logic and failed.

‘I’m Logan. I’m Logic. I’m perfect. I can feel. I’m not very good it, but I can. I will never reach the apex of logical abilities by holding myself back. And that’s good. That’s safe. That’s the way it should be. Because the others will never reach their apex’s either. Too much of one will break everyone. I am Logic. You are Anxiety. You are Prince. You are Morality. We are Thomas. We are perfect.’

The brightest smiles each could muster erupted across the faces of those surrounding Logan.

A place in the universe

Warning(s): Explicit sexual contents
Fandom: Guardians of the Galaxy
Pairing: Yondu x Reader (Female)
Song: New Order - Blue Monday

P.S.
*My native language is not english so I apologize if you find some mistakes, I’m still improving :)

*Gif is not mine.

Story © cinnamon-and-mey

You’ve spent your teens on Terra and when you’ve had the opportunity, you’ve left the planet in the hope of exploring the universe. Unfortunately, you’ve been locked in Contraxia and it was getting cold and boring. So you got a job on the Eclector, raising the interest of the whole crew.
You’ve become a story teller, bringing some interesting anecdotes from Terra. Half of the times were fake but you didn’t care about, making your stay on the ship very enjoyable. The appointment is almost always in the cafeteria during the main meals.

You’re going to tell about Shana, a prostitute and how good she was to use those lips when Yondu made his entry. He joins your table and pours to drink. His coming doesn’t seem annoying to the others but you are ashamed to tell that kind of things in his presence.
You stop, even though you have all the table hanging on every word and you look at Yondu. He smiles.
“Go on, girl.”
You sigh, embarrassed.
“Therefore, I was saying, this woman..”
“Shana!” A tip from the audience.
You nod. “Shana, right. She had these full, fleshy lips, they looked like a juicy fruit ready to be picked up. And Shana was really good to stands out that mouth. She used to paint it red and she was in the heart of all her customers.” You take a break by seeing these rough men melting under your words. You smirk and go on. “A night, Shana was with this man. One who said he loved her. They were naked, exhausted for sex when he started to talk about eternal love and he hadn’t to pay her if they love each other. Well, Shana wasn’t amused about that, not at all, but she maked him believe she was in love for him and when he felt asleep…ZAC! A clear cut and his tool flight.”
Among those men, there are some who have a member that looks like the terran one and instinctively put their hands between their legs, as if they really felt the pain.
“Into the screams and the blood sketches, Shana calmly dressed up and took all the man’s credits.”
You finish and burst out laughing, seeing their reaction. You drink empty the glass and your gaze falls on Yondu, who has followed with interest the tale and who seems pleasantly impressed of your not so innocent side. In fact it is and he can’t takes his eyes from you.  
Your glass slips close to the captain.
“May I?”
He pours the booze into your glass and you drink it slowly while you look at him. That liquid fire is let you loosing the contact with reality, melting your nerves and making you undoubtedly more appetizing. Yondu licks his lower lip and you make a lascivious smile only for him.
Kraglin interrupts you in the middle of that flirt.
“Capt, we are landing to Knowhere.”
“Good. Tell to the boys they have some free time.”
Those who heard the announcement explode in a thrill of enthusiasm and move together preparing to land.
“Don’t ya go with ‘em?” Yondu asks to you. “After all, ya 'r part of the crew and ya 'r entitled to take a break.”
“I don’t know the place, I don’t know where to go and your guys are not very reliable now.” You smile.
Yondu stands up.
“C'mon.” He says, leading the way.
It’s your first time in a place different from Terra or Contraxia. Finally your universe exploring starts and you feel elated.
You look around, hypnotized by the lights, by the people and curious about every corner of that place. For Yondu is just the worst places in the galaxy but your sweet expression raises your sincere and innocent side and it makes you even more attractive.
You recognize some of the boys, they are entering into the Boot of Jemiah. You take that way but Yondu stops you and bends on you.
“I’d like to take you somewhere else.” He whispers in your ear.
You nod, taking his arm. The captain thinks is a good idea to brings you to the Collector’s Museum, being one of the most interesting places for the variety of objects and creatures. If Knowhere streets left you open mouthed, the Museum literally left you speechless. You leave Yondu’s arm without even realizing it and starting wandering alone, driven by curiosity. He stays, keeping an eye on you and appreciating your reaction.
The Collector and his slave, Karina, approach. The girl briefly bows and presents his master with concern.
“Welcome to the Collector’s Museum. You are in the presence of Taneleer Tivan.”
“Captain Udonta.” Says Tivan with persuasive voice, looking at him. “To what do I owe this pleasure..”
“I’m 'ere for pleasure. What ya can give me for three hundred fifty credits?”
Tivan smiles, looking at you.
“Is for the girl?”
Yondu doesn’t answer but he speaks his mind with a glance. The Collector nods and walks away for a while. You come back to Yondu, excited like a kid in a candy shop and grab his arm.
“This place is amazing!”
“Thank you.” Tivan answers. He has a small dark box in his hands.
He stops, looking at you better.
“A Terran, I can’t see a lot of you around. Come, girl. Come close to the Collector.” He raises his hand in your direction.
You are hesitant and you look to Yondu who nods. You trust him and you sit on a battered stool, in front of an old blackened silver mirror.
Although the reflective surface is dirty, you can see the pendant that Tivan slips around your neck. Is a transparent drop of glass with a very small green sand grain inside. It seems floating and you are hypnotized.
“It called Saltkondria and this is not a sand grain. It’s a precious stone. All known deposits have been drained and this makes this stone one of the most precious of the galaxy.”
You look at Tivan, fascinated by the story but mostly surprised to be able to guess your thoughts.
“My sweet, innocent Terran. You have no idea what the universe is capable of doing. I can read minds, others can do bigger things.”
Tivan gives you a hand helping you to stand up and you come back to Yondu.
“You are a lucky man, Yondu Udonta. This girl would literally rip off her heart for you.”
You can’t help but look away, embarrassed. Yondu makes a satisfied smile and give the bag with credits to Tivan who nods to Karina to take it.
“See ya soon, Tivan.”
“I hope so, captain.”
You both go out and you follow Yondu some steps behind him, head down, sometimes shaking it and snort. You enter into the Boot of Jemiah, the crew explode in a welcome roar for the captain but he goes straight to his way, up to the stairs leading to the second floor. You stop not knowing what to do.
“Hey.” The captain is looking at you with a not friendly face. “I haven’t finish with you yet, let’s go.”
You can’t see his smirk when he turns around and you start to think Tivan made a mess.
“Damn..” You whisper.
You follow him at the second floor, walking for a few steps before to stop again.
“Captain..”
He turns around to look at you but you avoid his eyes. You try to say something but nothing goes out. Yondu approaches you, slipping a hand around your waist, taking you closer.
“It’s seems I managed to keep you quiet, baby girl.”
Taken aback, you grab the sleeve of his duster, before you can understand the situation he takes your lips with a rough kiss. He waits a moment but when he feels your answer, biting his lower lip, he pulls you onto the wall, exploring your mouth with his tongue.
“I wished to wait to get into the room.”
“I didn’t know you are so romantic.”
Your ironic comment and your smile give him a further reason to make you his. He smirks and he puts you on his shoulder, back on his first idea to take you in the room. You laugh and this is enough for him to proceed.
He opens the door with a kick and he closes it with the same strength. He literally throws you on the bed, taking off his duster and the top of the bordeaux uniform. He lays down on you and you open your legs, caressing his head when he starts to kiss your neck.
Suddenly he stops and stands up, kneeling and watching where he can starts to unpack his gift. He grabs your leg, slipping off your boot and then he does the same with the other leg. He has the great idea to open your ravager uniform with a jerk, breaking the zip. He slips off your sleeves and pull the fabric down, under you. You stand up your back to help him to finish to undress you.
Now he focuses on your white tank top, he gives you his hand, making you sitting in front of him and slips it off.
You look at him with desire and lust. You remove your bra with goofy sweetness and he puts his hand under your chin, bending on you and looking into your eyes.
“Damn, girl. You are a masterpiece.”
You can see all of his red shades, you are melting under his attentions. You take his hand, moving it away slowly, kissing him and taking him with you while you lay down the bed.
His hands touch your breast, playing with nipples while he takes control of the kiss, making it rough. You panting a little and you moaning when you feel his teeth on your nipple. This excites him, he wants to hear you moan again, louder. He leaves a line of kisses on your belly and down until your underwear. He puts it off, watching you and smelling your soaked pussy.
When you feel his tongue caressing between your legs you have a gasp, you close your eyes, holding your breath and grabbing the sheet.
Instinctively, your hand slips on his fin, irradiated with light red filaments. You move the pelvis, trying to rub your genitals against his tongue.. you want more.
In the middle of that pleasure, Yondu stops and comes back to you. He looks into your eyes, close ajar, your mouth half open for panting. He smiles.
“You want more, sweetheart?”
You nod.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Yes, please.” You say in a whisper.
He approaches more, you can feel his hard member through the leather pants.
Yes, please… what?” He whispers on your ear.
“Goddammit Yondu, fuck me now.” You firmly say.
He smirks and fulfill your wish, unbuttoning his pants. He grabs one of your legs, wrapping it around his waist and dipping himself in you roughly. You hold your breath for a moment, feeling his member entering entirely with so much strength. The movements are rough, disrespectful and unexpectedly you like it.
While Yondu firmly grabs your thigh, he use the other hand to cling the bed headboard, helping himself to give powerful pushes inside you. He wants to come inside you, mark yourself as his territory.
Overwhelmed by the pleasure, you can’t help but cling his massive back, sinking fingernails into the skin. He increases the rhythm and finally your moans follow like a song.
He gets up enough to grab your hips, pushing more and more deeply and when he sees you moaning in orgasm, he smiles breathless and satisfied.
Without losing the rhythm, he continues to push deeply inside you until he cums in turn. He can’t hold back, bending on you, you can feel his abs stiffen and his breath warm on your neck. He gives a guttural groan, emptying completely inside you.
He takes his time on you, holding his weight on his arms. You stare on each other, breathless. You can’t resist, putting your arms around his neck and kissing him. He rolls on the bed, lying on his back, having you on him.
You can feel his fingers up and down on your back, his breath, his heartbeat. You fall asleep, exhausted but happy you found your place in the universe.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I'm trying to figure out how to transition a character from her normal human life to "oh crap magic is real." Everytime I write it feels understated. Can you give me any advice? Thanks, by the way, love your blog!

Thanks for your question!  This problem affects many writers as they’re getting into the swing of their stories – gauging your characters’ reactions to something unbelievable.  It stems from a struggle to look on your story through the eyes of your character, which is a difficult but important skill to learn.

Unfortunately, none of us know what it’s like to find out magic is real… unless y’all have been holding out on me…

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

So I think the most important thing here is to use this as an opportunity, to exercise your imagination.  Any character should have their own reactions and emotions toward this kind of discovery – based on their past and their personality.  Are they a trusting person?  Have they been lied to or tricked before?  Do they believe in magic or the supernatural?  Are they likely to suspend their belief, or do they resist for fear of being fooled?

It’s also important to recognize how magic is discussed in this universe.  For example, if your story were taking place in the real world, your character would probably wonder if someone had slipped them a pill – because magic just isn’t something people believe in today.  If your character lives in a universe, however, where magic is rumored and maintained as a real possibility, they may be more likely to believe their eyes.

Once you’ve assessed what kind of character you have, and what their relationship is with the idea of magic, you need to plot out the arc of how they’ll come to terms with magic.  You’re going to need:

  • Inciting Incident – The first brush with magic should be one of disbelief – the character thinking that they’re dreaming, or that someone’s playing a trick on them.  They may decide that they’re dreaming and, for this reason, play along temporarily.
  • Decline – Once the incident dies down, your character should start to realize what they’ve experienced, and struggle to come to terms with it.  They may be agitated, frightened, or fall into complete denial.  In some instances, the character may attempt to distance themselves from this “magic” and forget about it.
  • First Processing Period – When distance is achieved, your character will finally be able to process what has happened to them and may start to seek out another magical experience, in order to gain understanding.  Research will be done as the character struggles to rationalize their experience.  (If your character can’t gain distance, they will remain agitated/frightened but may start to ask questions anyway.)
  • Second Incident – This incident has an intensity similar to the first incident, but with a new sense of understanding.  Your character will be more calm and reasonable this time; they will be driven by curiosity rather than fear.
  • Final Processing Period – After an inciting incident, a decline, a processing period, and a second incident to confirm those previous experiences, your character should be able to admit that there are things they have yet to understand.  They will be curious, nervous, and excited – and while new information may frustrate them, they will start to pursue information rather than deny or avoid it.

Once you’ve moved your character through this (loose) outline, you should be able to follow a cycle of, “What the hell is this?”, “Okay, I’m kinda getting this,” and “Yeah, I’ve seen it,” with ease.

That’s all I’ve got, but if you have any further questions, my inbox is open!  Happy writing :)


If you need advice on general writing or fanfiction, you should maybe ask me!

Headcanon where Naruto is the shittiest student in school; his grades suck, his attitude sucks, his personality sucks. He lives in an orphanage where he’s treated like shit and so he relieves the frustration by being an ass, cracking lame jokes and some occasional quick fucks. Then comes a school trip to a foreign country that Naruto almost got kicked out of for his shitty record but begs and manages to convince the teachers to take him. During the trip something changes inside him; for the first time in his life he feels free of all the anxiety and tension that was weighting his heart down at the crappy village he called home. 

On their last night, just as his class is about to get on the bus back home, Naruto notices a street fight unfolding in an alley nearby. He’s used to the sight as he participated in more of these than he could possibly count and driven by curiosity he goes to take a peak. The sight of four nasty looking guys trying to sexually assault a struggling raven makes his blood boil; even if Naruto liked to take part in an occasional wrestling, attacking an unwilling innocent party was not something he was okay with. Then the struggling man spotted Naruto and as their eyes locked, something inside the blonde’s head snapped and before he knew what was happening he was panting heavily with his fists covered in blood of the four guys now lying unconscious on the ground beside him. The pale guy who he’d just rescued smiled at him weakly; Naruto nodded his head back at the guy and watched him walk off before he disappeared around a corner. Naruto didn’t know what just happened but he felt like this was a moment that would forever change him; as if the bottomless pitch-black eyes with that one desperate look sucked out all the nastiness out of his soul. Suddenly remembering about his school bus leaving Naruto swore and was about to run back to his group when he noticed a notebook lying on the ground next to a puddle of blood. By the elegant cover and neat handwriting he deduced it can’t belong to anyone but the victim, though instead of running after him to give it back Naruto pocketed the thing and made his way back to the furious teacher waving at him to get on the damn bus. 

Sasuke Uchiha read the sign on the bottom of the cover and Naruto ran his fingers over the signature making a decision right there, on the school bus in the middle of the night with his fists still covered in remains of blood and dirt; he will change his ways, study hard, graduate and he will free himself. And when he will be free he will come to that town once again to return the notebook, he will find Sasuke Uchiha and thank him for giving him a future.

anonymous asked:

out of sheer curiosity (and partially driven by my pre-renaissance art history courses) i want to know your opinion cause everything i read on alexander makes him sound really uh. partial to hephaestion. is this a case of historians shipping it or is history just way gayer than i was led to believe

THIS QUESTION JUST MADE MY FUCKING NIGHT ITS SO SAD BUT IM SO LOOKING FORWARD TO WRITING THIS MANIFESTO

short answer?

history is hella gay.

long answer?

social institution of homosexuality and achilles+patroclus below the cut.

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Modern man spends less and less of his life in production within work and more and more of it in the production and continual innovation of his own needs and well-being. He must constantly see to it that all his potentialities, all his consumer capacities are mobilized. If he forgets to do so, he will be gently and insistently reminded that he has no right not to be happy…

You have to try everything, for consumerist man is haunted by the fear of “missing” something, some form of enjoyment or other. It is no longer desire, or even “taste,” or a specific inclination that are at stake, but a generalized curiosity, driven by a vague sense of unease—it is the “fun morality” or the imperative to enjoy oneself, to exploit to the full one’s potential for thrills, pleasure or gratification.

—  Jean Baudrillard.

As promised, despite the insane deadlines at the day job this week, some fic!


Originally posted by rundalek

“You haven’t even looked at it.”

Barba’s grip tightened on the tablet, holding it in front of a man who continued to look ahead at his computer monitor.

“Dude, I told you, the IT department doesn’t support personal devices. If it’s not officially issued by the DAs office, I can’t help you.”

The muscles in Barba’s jaw flexed as his frustration rose. He had always been more traditional when it came to notes on his cases. So, of course, it would stand to reason that the moment he finally gave in and started using a digital device during an important case, it would fail on him.

He swallowed, doing his best to hold back the choice words he had for the tech, trying one more time to get him to look at the malfunctioning device.

“Can you take five minutes to at least offer some advice?”

The man stopped typing and turned toward Barba, squinting as he eyed the tablet in Barba’s fist. He stared for just a moment, then shoved grabbed a handful of chips from his desk and shrugged.

“Try the Apple store.”

He turned back to his computer, a silent dismissal, leaving Barba in a rare moment of speechlessness.

It wasn’t that he didn’t have words to say. He most certainly had plenty of them, just none of them were HR friendly.

Barba turned on his heel and headed for the door of the dimly lit room. At least he didn’t have to spend another minute in that sty of an office disguised as tech ‘support’.

He was a few steps down the hall when he felt a soft tap on his shoulder.

“Excuse me?”

He whipped around, his face still pulled in a hard grimace. “Yes?”

“May I take a look?”

His forehead wrinkled as he stared down at source of the soft voice, big brown eyes staring back at him behind cats eye glasses.

“A look?”

“Your tablet. The iPad?”

“I’m sorry, who are you?”

“Tech support. You were just in our office.”

Barba shook his head. He was generally more detail-oriented. He noticed every paper out of place, every hard drive torn apart and strewn across the tables, yet he somehow missed an entire human being?

“Yes, well, I was told you can’t help me.”

“Well, technically speaking, we don’t HAVE to support any device we don’t issue. However, Tim and I have differing opinions on whether or not that means we should.”

“Tim?”

“Yes, the guy you were just talking to. I’d say it might have been helpful if you’d bothered to learn the names of your support staff, but whether or not you follow the rules of common decency doesn’t affect Tim. Either way, he’s going to do the very least he can.”

Barba was slightly taken aback, not sure if he was insulted at her gentle scolding, or pleased with her quiet take down of the tech who’d just snubbed him. He held the tablet in front of him and she put her hand on her hip.

“Where’s your office? I can’t take this back in there, or Tim will have a fit, and I prefer not to do my work in a hallway.”

Barba nodded down the hall toward his office, puzzled by this woman. She had a strangely quiet authority, unexpected and yet oddly refreshing. She followed as he walked around the corner and ushered her inside.

She sat down on the leather sofa, holding out her hand, and Barba looked on as he handed the tablet over. She examined the expensive leather case and carefully removed it, setting it to the side.

Sliding the messenger bag off her shoulder, she opened it and took out something resembling a car tire in the shape of a case, slid his tablet inside of it, then looked up at him.

“I’m assuming the issue is the screen distortion?”

He nodded. “No matter what I do, it has that green haze and is shifted.”

“Have you dropped it recently, by any chance?”

Barba didn’t want to admit he’d dropped it more than once. Not only dropped, but tossed with a bit more force than he should have after a particularly frustrating evening.

“It’s possible.”

The corner of the woman’s mouth turned upwards just slightly as she looked up at him over her glasses.

“I think you meant ‘probable’. Similar sounds. Understandable mistake.” Before Barba could reply she took a breath and added, “You might not want to watch.”

“What do you–”

The rest of his sentence was cut off as he watched in horror, the woman slamming the iPad into the ground.

“WHAT THE–”

She put her finger to her lips and picked the tablet up off the floor, pressed a button, and held it in front of him.

He blinked as he stared at the perfect display in front of him.

“All better.”

“You’re kidding me.”

“Nope.”

She pulled the tablet back and took off the cumbersome cover, replacing it with his sleek one, then set it gently on his desk.

“That’s really it?”

“You knocked a circuit loose. They purposely make these things difficult to crack open and mess with, so no one was going to touch that thing without charging you an arm and a leg. When you still can see the images, the circuit isn’t completely knocked out and usually just needs some encouragement in the right direction.”

“You call that encouragement?”

“Everything in life requires a skillful nudge from time to time. Even people.”

Barba picked up his tablet, examining, still not entirely sure it wasn’t destroyed, despite the evidence showing otherwise.

“The skillful part is key.”

“It is. Lucky for you, I happen to be very skilled.”

“Just with tablets? Or with people, too?”

The woman paused from closing her bag and tipped her head to one side, eyebrow raised.

“Is this inquiry driven by curiosity or something else?”

“Mostly curiosity.”

“Which means partly something else.”

Barba was surprised at the sound of his own laugh. Her tone wasn’t the slightest bit argumentative, she even smiled slightly, and yet it felt as though he was facing an opponent whose strategies were so different, he had no idea what the next move should be.

“That would be the logical conclusion.”

She tossed the bag over her shoulder, pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, and appeared to think for a moment.

“I am quite skilled at giving people the necessary nudge, but it does involve a more intimate knowledge of the subject, therefore, I limit use of those skills to those I consider friends. Are you in the market for a friend?”

“Not usually. But it seems like it would be handy to have someone in my circle with that sort of skillset.”

“Yes, well, being that I’m not a piece of cutlery you can store until I’m needed, I require a bit more effort than just being told I’m ‘handy’.”

Barba really wasn’t in the habit of making new friends. He didn’t have the time needed to cultivate and grow those sorts of relationships. And yet…

“Where do you recommend I begin, if I were interested?”

She made her way to the door, shaking her head as she turned the handle, turning back with a smile.

“You might want to start with bothering to know my name.”

Before he could ask, she was already out the door.

Title: You are the music in me

Pairing: Adrien / Marinette (Adrinette)

Words: 941

A/N: This short drabble is dedicated to @availe. Happy Birthday! :)

You can also read this fanfiction on: Ao3

You can listen to the song here: youtube link



Today was a terrible day for Marinette.

Not only did she have a blackout during her physics test but also forgot her history homework at home and, during lunch break in the cafeteria, tripped and fell onto her own dinner tray. Her t-shirt was covered in mashed potato and spinach. To make things even worse Chloé, her rival, giggled arrogantly and said snarky: “Mashed potatoes look very good on you, Marinette. You should wear them more often.”

Marinette looked at her mirror reflection and sighed. She stood alone in the girl’s restroom, ashamed of herself for not being quick on comeback earlier.

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gemini’s forces of concentration are rarely applauded by astrologers. too often they are labeled as distracted, airy and hyperactive. but he becomes obsessed with subjects, cultures and research objectives for months at a time, spending hours of self induced study driven by curiosity. and he will discuss these like he has been a lifelong expert. but soon he will lose interest and find something new to entrap in his ultra matrix mind. 

biophilic
—  is a person driven by curiosity, never wasting an opportunity to know something more about the earth and it’s creatures.

NASA’s New Deputy Administrator!

The President’s just announced his nomination for NASA’s new Deputy Administrator! I’m super pumped. 

What’s cool about this nomination?

  • Newman’s a woman and the STEM fields desperately need to start hiring more of them.
  • She isn’t from the military. NASA will be led with science and humanitarian mindsets. Our exploration of space will be driven by curiosity not defense.
  • She is *very* smart. She’s almost finished developing a new spacesuit that’s pressurized mechanically. This would enable us to float through space without the need to be in a gas-filled balloon. Her nomination makes me think that NASA may well end up integrating her design after all.

anonymous asked:

Can you do a golly prompt about Gail feeling genderfluid and sometimes wearing a strap-on under her uniform. She feels a little embarrassed when Holly discovers her secret but Holly makes her feel comfortable and sexy just as she is.

Dear Anon, this is definitely not my best piece of work. I’m honored you chose me to fill this prompt. I just hope I did it justice. Folks, if I’m wrong about anything, please feel free to let me know. I’d like to learn something new.


Gail stood in front of her bedroom mirror and stared at her body. She was in her uniform, twisting left and right to get a good look of herself, hands on her hips and eyes trained between her legs.

She didn’t know what got into her when she first walked into the sex shop. She was sure her face was beet red when she had finally chosen one and went to make payment by the counter, but the reddish pink LED lighting of the establishment covered her blush well and she quickly paid for her purchase and returned to her car. She would’ve ordered it online, but that would be risking one of the boys accidentally (or not) opening the package. It was safer to buy it in person.

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+sherlolly because...deadlines? What deadlines?

I have a massive work deadline looming over me and what do I do to deal with this? WRITE SHERLOLLY OF COURSE. *maniacal laughter* I will cry about work later, but first, on with the Sherlolly! Just a bit of fluff. I like nervous, about-to-confess Sherlock. Here he is, trying to get Molly to move in with him. Haha :) Hope you like! x

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“You know, Molly…” Sherlock began as he placed the last of the pipettes on their rack. 
“Mm?” she answered, not looking up from the ten petri dishes in front of her. 
“There are fifty-two weeks in a year.”
“Yes, I know that,” she said, finally looking up and walking over to his side of the table. 

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An Icy Encounter || metalblack-baymax + thecold-never-bothered-me-anyway

His scanner’s picked up an unknown signal: Human, female, post adolescent, 20-25 years in age, in mostly good health. But there was something odd about the signal, some mutation in her genes that set her apart from the other humans Baymax’s scan had picked up. 

He located the subject, driven by curiosity. His modification into a weapon did not change his core programming as a healthcare robot, and a mutation warranted investigation for the subjects health.

The water flowed rapidly where Aurora crossed the stream and headed towards the eastern area of The Moors. For some time now her people had been talking about a creature alike her Godmother - one that looked like a woman but had wings on her back. Maleficent had advised the girl to find the stranger, but honestly speaking it was more her curiosity that had driven the girl to search for the fairy.