i'm not going to sell them to you guys i just need help

I am currently very tired so this probably might not even make sense in the morning but… 

I’m imagining a D&D minigame (probably lasts 1-2 hours tops unless you’re having fun with it) meant to break the ice for new groups, in which the DM controls an adventuring party and the players control NPCs as they naturally pop up. Specifically, it could help new players get comfortable with roleplaying without the pressure of sticking to a character they just made. If you do this before the character creation stage, then even better because they may stumble into a character they like acting out.

Rules that I’m just rambling out please forgive me if they are nonsensical: 

  • It’s all improv. Don’t break a scene to look up game mechanics like prices, or which checks to make, or what would give advantage/disadvantage. This is about the acting so if it’ll throw off the groove, make it up on the spot. It’s all about quick thinking.
  • No modifiers. You’re all making things up on the spot so if you have to roll something, don’t waste time justifying who would have what stats. You could even go without dice altogether. The d20 is just an optional element of chance here.
  • Mandatory introductions. I don’t care how goofy it is. state your name, race, class/occupation, a random character trait, and how their day’s been going up until this point. As many as you can off the top of your head. Go nuts because things get silly before they get really creative, in my experience. Note: Character voices are encouraged. For funsies.
  • Everyone participates in a scene. No pressure on how much they interact, but in each new setting, every player has to put one NPC in that tavern, shopping square, riot crowd, etc.
  • Plot not needed. The adventuring party strategically wanders in a way that builds a town/city/etc as the players make it up. The DM isn’t in charge of telling a story here, just keeping the energy of the improv scene going. This includes-
  • Leading Questions. This one’s the challenge for you, DM who likely already has a control complex and likes to plan out every detail of everything in their world because it gives them a sense of security. If anything, you are the one who most needs to be good at rolling with whatever your players hand you. For the sole purposes of making you uncomfortable, the newcomer adventuring party knows absolutely nothing about this town. Thankfully, the citizens know everything about it. Which is good because you need directions to find your way out of your rented hovel room let alone to the temple–oh that’s right. Who’s the patron there? You sure don’t know! Better ask someone! Get that DMs?? YOU KNOW NOTHING. 
    • Important: If the scene starts slowing down, it’s up to you to either encourage and interact with these townsfolk some more, or get moving somewhere else.

Example scene: order of NPC choice is determined by an initiative roll. 

DM: “Alright, so four adventurers walk into the tavern you’re in–”
Player 1: “Oh! I call the bartender.”
Player 3: “Aw… I had a bit I was gonna do.”
Player 1: “Okay, okay fine, I’m the owner of the tavern, Marcus McMuffin the half orc–stop laughing–and uh… I have a tattoo of a dwarf lover that literally no one else knows about? And my day’s been…hm. It’s been awful because I got stood up for a meeting. DM, I basically live in here, so I’d know they’re new, right? I wanna know if these guys look like trouble makers.”
DM: “The Barbarian’s flexing at anyone who looks in his general direction but other than him fancying a typical bar brawl, they seem decent–if lost.”
Player 2: “I’m the elven bard in the corner and I start trying to seduce the Barbarian with my beautiful voice!!”
DM: “Listen… you can’t just use your character from the last game. Cherry the Elven Bard would’ve totally seduced the barbarian but who are you now?… Nah it’s fine, dude. Take your time. We’ll come back to you.”
Player 3: “I’m the crazy old village drunkard who’s a human named Steve–”
Player 1: “I thought you said you wanted the bartender!”
Player 3: “–Who samples a lot of the wares and is thus the village drunkard! I said I was doing a bit, jeez! DM, I start rambling loudly at the strangers about something that sounds like one of those super infuriating sidequests–you know the kind–where you have to go through a lot of bullshit busywork and the longest fetch quest of your life but there’s a promise of GREAT loot at the end so you consider it anyway. You know what I mean? What do I do for that, roll deception? Persuasion?”
DM: “Nope. No rolls. Personally, I am so on board with this but I need you to make this speech right here and I need you to sell it.” 
Player 3: “Oh boy.”

If for some reason you want to try this please give me a rundown of how it went because I feel like it’s the perfect recipe for hilarious trainwrecks that come with all good icebreakers. (I feel like it’d be a fun drinking game somehow? But I don’t play enough to know how to work alcohol in in a reasonable manner. I’ll leave that one up to house rules.)

Taverns & Tanneries, never coming to a game store near you lmao

Edit: I just realized that when the group starts playing a real campaign, you can embarrass them by working their goofily-named NPCs in, keeping an entirely straight face while doing so. Watch as they squirm and laugh-cry over having to discuss the fate of the world with Marcus McMuf’an. If only they’d known. 

If only they’d known what was to become of Marcus McMuffin.

laschatzi  asked:

As we were flailing over Colin's ability to express so much just with his face, I'm thinking of another scene for you to analyze: Show us the exact moment (you can see it in his eyes!!) when the guy tied to that tree turns from being a poor scared blacksmith to that completely different person, the angry, dangerous pirate Captain Hook.

YESSS!!! Let’s go way back!!

To where it all began!!

Look at him. 

Pulling out the soulful tortured puppy eyes. 

Putting on the humble charm.

He’s really selling this whole “weak and frightened blacksmith” routine.

And they’re eating it up. Completely falling for it.

Lowering their defences and oozing sympathy for this “poor defenceless guy” while mourning the loss of those lost in the tragic tale he’s spinning.

All except one lady.

Emma smells a bullshitter.

She pulls the nice cop on him.

“Listen up… you’re good but not that good. I’m not buying it… so if you give me the truth now, things might go a little smoother. Cos honestly? I know you’re lying through your teeth.”

And he tries, bless him. 

He’s probably gotten so used to the opposite sex falling for his tactics that he’s stopped trying so hard - that or he’s just become so confident they’ll all fall for it.

Ha! Killian, you done fucked up, matey.

She’s giving him a sympathetic smile but her eyes are screaming “gotcha”.

You’re not fooling Emma Swan, Killian.

And he’s thinking he’s safe. Crisis averted. 

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

If camren was real and laucy was just a plan to carry out Lauren's coming out and Camila's exit without camren being a factor, how would you explain that one time that Lucy came to a show and Lauren was dancing to BBW? Lauren and Lucy looked like they had something going on at the time. (Btw, I'm high key a camren shipper, but I don't want to be close-minded either)

One more time, for the people in the back…Management (or the Label’s for those who aren’t really sure who calls all of the shots), don’t really care that fans ship Camren. Hell, I bet Camren shippers are their biggest money makers. What Management didn’t want, was the media focus on Camren. The problem is, the more popular Camren got, the more vocal the fandom became. The more vocal the Camren shippers became, the more the media would focus on them. That’s what they didn’t want.

That’s why they tried “beards” to quiet down the Shippers. Well, that didn’t work. The Camren shippers didn’t believe that the girl who couldn’t stop looking at Camila like she was the most beautiful moon and gorgeous sunset, all wrapped up in one, was really into Luis, or Brad. They didn’t believe that the girl who wanted Lauren to kiss her under the mistletoe, let the world know that Lauren was her crush, looked at Lauren like she was the air that gave her life, or who said “why do you assume it’s a boy” when asked which guy she was crushing on at the moment, was ever into Austin. They had to come up with plan B.

Then in 2015, Lauren started showing signs publicly, even though she was  denying it, that she was ready to come out of the Bisexual closet. If she came out of the closet without being linked to another female, the Camren shippers would have gone absolutely nuts. “Camren is real” would have been everywhere. It would have trended world wide for hours, if not days. The Media would have reported the shit out of it. Management couldn’t have that, so they came up with their plan B, Laucy, and it worked.

Laucy was their answer to get Lauren out without being connected to Camila, and Camila out of 5H without being connected to Lauren. This whole narrative they have been pushing at us would not have worked if the fans and the Media thought Camren was real. Plus, they need Camila to have her “straight” image, at the very least, until she becomes a successful solo artist, with a hit album (or two) and a bigger more solid fan base.

So to answer your question, why did Lauren flirt and shit with Lucy during the BBW performances, yes plural, they actually did that little public display twice. Once in Indiana I believe, and the other in Texas. They needed people to believe that Laucy was real. They had to publicly show some kind of affection for one another, or no one would have believed it. They had Lauren openly and very publicly flirt with Lucy, oddly enough, during the sexy sultry BBW performance, and that, plus the restriction of public interactions between Lauren and Camila, was all it took for a whole shit load of Camren shippers to jump shit and swim, as if their life depended on it, over to the Laucy ship, because apparently Lucy made Lauren really happy. That’s all anyone ever really wanted was for Lauren to be happy, right?

That’s how I explain your question. Management had a time line to keep, and the trips and selfies, and hanging out together wasn’t really growing the Laucy ship fast enough. They had to get them to show some sort of PDA for folks to really start believing in it. What better place than a Fifth Harmony concert, being filmed from 100 different angles and watched by thousands of fans. It wasn’t until after those two BBW performances, that people actually started to believe there might be more between them that just a longtime friendship. That’s what made Laucy more believable, and also helped make the "distance" between Lauren and Camila more believable. 

Management had to “kill” Camren for three reasons 1) To get Lauren out of the closet   2) To sell the 4 against 1 narrative, and  3) for Camila’s “straight” image. It’s really that simple guys. I don’t know how many more times or ways I can explain it. If you don’t understand it by now, you’re just never going to.

I'm here now// Montgomery de la cruz

Request by: @13rw-monty I tried my best hope you like it

Song: shameless by the weeknd

The first time I met Monty was once when dad was yelling at my again, he blames me for mom’s death. He came home drunk and slapped me so I stood outside the house crying. That was exactly when my brother got home. He picked me up and we headed to where he hides when this happens, at Bryce’s house. When I got there I stood behind my brother shyly as he talked with them. Suddenly a guy spoke up.

“Aren’t you going to introduce us to your friend?” He smiled at me.

“Oh guys this is my sister y/n.” My brother moved over so they could see me, he then turned to back to the guy. “Yes Monty that means she’s off limits.” Monty responded with a smirk and a wink at me.

After that I got along with them, they would stand up for me at school when people bothered me, and I would always go over when things got bad at home. Monty was always there for me, if someone bothered me he wouldn’t hesitate to start a fight.

Recently things at home got worst I didn’t want to be at Bryce’s too long because I felt like I was annoying them so I stopped going. Monty tries to talk to me in the hallways but I just make up an excuse to go somewhere else. My dad stopped supporting us so my brother started working and barley has time for me. And the small paycheck he makes wasn’t enough for both of us. I turned to stealing it was the only way I could make money without bothering my brother. I lied to him and told him I did small jobs like walking dogs or cleaning backyards. Today I had stolen a few more things. The routine was to get home and sell them online. I got to my house when I walked into my room Monty was there.

“What are you doing here?” I jumped back in surprise.

“I need to talk to you, why have you been distant?”

“I’m….busy.” I shrugged.

“Y/n I’ve known you for a while and I know the face you make when you lie so what’s going on?” He sighed.

“Nothing…you need to leave Im busy.” I lied. Suddenly he grabbed the bag I was holding closely to me. He emptied out the contents to find watches and all the things I’d manage to steal today.

“What is all of this for?”

“A project.”

“I know when you’re lying…so what is this for?” He sighed. I couldn’t take lying to Monty, he was always there for me. Before I knew it I broke down crying in front of him. He walked over to me hugging me as I cried into his chest.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” He looked at me with pleading eyes.

“My dad…he stopped supporting us, he only shows up in the middle of the night and leaves early in the morning. My brother had to start working to make money for the both of us but it wasn’t enough. So I decided to help him but I couldn’t find a place to hire me so I started…stealing.” My voice sounded shaky from the crying. He looked down at me with sadness in his eyes.

“Why didn’t you come to me?”

“I was bothering you guys too much already.” I spoke softly.

“Why can’t you see.” He spoke frustrated.

See what?“

"I love you, since the day your brother brought you over as soon as I laid my eyes on you my first thought was I’m going to make her mine.”

“You shouldn’t like me, I’m trouble.” I pushed him away from me before walking towards the door. Suddenly he trapped me in between the door and his body. I turned around angry that he wouldn’t let me leave the room. “You should like the usual pretty skinny rich cheerleaders that you date, not the girl who steal, always gets in trouble and has a lot of family problems.” I started crying.

“I love you no matter what.” He mumbled as he started leaning in. “Monty move!” I let out a frustrated groan as I tried pushing his hard body. Considering I was shorter and he was more muscular he didn’t even budge. This caused him to laugh.

“Why won’t you just except that I love you.” I could tell this was making him angry.

“Because…I love you too. And whenever something finally goes right in my life and I get what I want…it doesn’t last long.”

“I would never leave you. I want to help you. You can come over to my house whenever your dad causes trouble. If you need anything I’ll be there.” I looked up at him and started crying.

“I’ve never really had anyone besides my brother care about.” I spoke into his chest.

“Well now you have me and get used to it.” He mumbled as he kissed my forehead. I always had trouble trusting people since it has always just been me and my brother but for some reason I actually felt like I could trust Monty, I cuddled into him as I stopped crying.

“I’m here now.” Was the last thing I heard before falling asleep.

Originally posted by knightlley

I'm not your slave.

FUCK entitled customers.
I work at the lovely giant craft store “Mikes” and for the most part I really enjoy my job! But…SOME people still believe that being a customer service associate means I am automatically some kind of robot that simply responds to commands.

So, context. I primarily work on the floor; recovering isles, putting items back, answering phones, helping customers, etc. I also work the register if I’m needed for back up or to cover breaks. I’m very good at both jobs and ultimately have no issues getting everything done in a short shift. When a customer needs help in a specific area, we have little buttons that alert us over our radios and whoever is available “takes the call” essentially (which is me if I’m on the clock).

So today (3/29), I was going back and forth between register and working the floor. It was myself and one other cashier, as well as a line full of people. In the midst of a transaction, a customer walked through our Exit door (they aren’t two-way so he stepped through while someone was leaving) in a bit of a panic. It’s common for people to do this looking for a return desk of some sort and we are usually able to direct them to the line since we do returns at register.
Anyway, this customer steps in holding a (mostly) empty can of a spray paint that we sell.
I make eye contact with him in preparation to send him to the line to wait. He takes the opportunity from the eye contact to INTERRUPT the transaction I’m in the middle of and holds out the can to me and says, “Get me 2 of these” and then WALKS AWAY. I call out to him asking if he wants to hold onto it and he says, “No. Keep it so you know which one to get.” and then completely walks away.
Now, I have no problem assisting customers when I’m on the floor and literally consistently doing 180’s to answer questions, but this was just SO RUDE.
Not only did he DEMAND that I leave my register and go get him spray paint (we keep it locked up, unlike other stores), but also doing so while I’m in the middle of a transaction when he could’ve gone and pushed the damn button and someone would have come to help him.
At the end, my customer and I exchanged a pleasant “what in the ever living fuck” moment.
I ended up clearing the line and helping roughly 5 more customers on the floor before the spray paint guy finally got the gist, retrieved his can that I left at my register and finally pushed the button, at which point I did my job and retrieved the spray paint for him.

SHOPPERS. PSA. JUST BECAUSE I WORK HERE DOES NOT MEAN I DO YOUR BIDDING. I AM HERE TO ASSIST. NOT TO TAKE ORDERS. JUST PUSH THE DAMN BUTTON.

Breath of the Wild - Tips and Odd balls.

- In the Hebra region, Icy Lizstalfos can’t run into a hot spring, and if the fall into one they go poof and gone.

- Moblins throwing bokoblins. Be aware

- The lizstalfos will lick you if you wear the mask to see if your legit

- Avoid sleeping in conquered enemy camps.  If the blood moon comes along you’re surrounded.

- Best places to shield surf are in Hebra and The Gerudo Desert

- Get Robbie’s quests done before you go too far into Central Hyrule. You’ll want to pack a few ancient arrows and weapons to take on a walking Guardian.

- Don’t waste ancient arrows on the decayed guardians, parry the lasers. One and done

-Speaking of parrying, sharpen your skills and it will definitely help against Lynels (just make sure to fully stock your weapons)

-Even if you run out of stamina and drown in a hot spring, you just recover the lost heart anyway.

- I recommend going to the Rito dungeon. Revali’s Gale helps to get along

- Partially start the gerudo quest and don’t infiltrate the Yiga clan if you don’t enjoy the minions coming out of nowhere while on foot.

- You need to get 9 more hearts coming off the plateau to even safely pull the master sword out.

- The master sword doubles its power in the Divine Beasts as well as Hyrule Castle, and helps take down the blights and Ganon.

- Wait to get the Giant Horse till you get 2 full stamina wheels, or get a lot of energizing dishes and elixers, its got maxed strength, but it can’t gallop.

- Climb the bigger trees for eggs, nuts or the occasional Korok

- Using octorok balloons you can make your raft fly, or tie it too some tnt barrels or even bombs.

- Cucco revenge squad can nail you inside a building.

- Cut grass for bugs, rice, wheat, lizards, and the rare fairy

- You can only hold 7 fairies, and having them help with cooking can produce good tonics, but you can’t sell them for a lot of rupees.

- Save the gourmet meat for one of the guys at one of the stables. He pays 100 rupees per chunk up to 3 per day.

-Cook prime meat into skewers to sell for about 200 rupees a piece.

- Beetles can be traded into Beedle for a random elixir, or make you’re own and sell for more.

- Collect wood whenever you can. You’re going to need it when you want to start the quest for your house and also for when you help Hudson build Tarry Town.

- Fang and Bone is useful. Buy all the masks and the Dark Link outfit from him, and occasionally take his stock of monster extracts from him.

- If used correctly, monster extract can give you a low level buff for approx. 30 mins. If you goof up you’ll get the usual food, but it only heals half a heart

- Read people’s journals/ diaries. Lots of gossip and backstory on some NPCs and Zelda too *hint, hint* Also check back to see if they updated it.

- Sparrows give nuts, squirrels drop acorns

- Finding the climbing gear in the shrines will save your insanity while climbing tall, steep cliffs

- Ancient arrows are more expensive than even bomb arrows 

- Some of the Zora guards will kick you if you swing your weapon near them.

- Most gorons are shocked when you break a vase in front of them, The shopkeeper isn’t one of them.

- Save your flint. There is a few quests givers that want flint and will pay you well for it.

-Don’t sell your guardian scraps. You’ll want to have them when you get around to upgrading the runes, and for the ancient oven.

- Link giggles when he jumps on the water bed. 

- The Rito down bed you hear a puff and he sighs then drifts off in seconds. That… takes skill.

- No matter where you are, after about midnight or so, Link will do the bob and weave cause its late.

- Best fauna to farm for prime meat is the wolves, rinos and moose up in the Hebra region, git good with the head shots and run for it before it freezes.

- Wood farming is the best at the Rito stable. Lots of fallen logs, and a entire pine forest for you to chop down.

- Wood and rocks will get you rock hard food, Veggies and monster parts will get you dubious food.

- Purifying Naydra? Pack tons of arrows. You’re gonna need them.

- If you have apples and carrots with other veggies, your horse is able to pick them out from the others.

- Wait to cook your hearty dishes till the night of the blood moon. You get more temporary hearts. 

anonymous asked:

Could you please write one where Race takes care of the reader (a girlsie) when she gets sick while selling? I'm having a really bad day and I think it might help me feel better, I really love your blog :)

i’ve received a lot of requests for Race, and that makes me so gosh darn pleased, you guys. the next one i’ll have up will be a crutchie one, so be on the lookout. hope i could make your day a little better.—Nails

Nearly half your papers gone… Seemed like as good a time as any to break for lunch, you figured. Hopefully, you’d run into some of the boys, and they’d split the cost of some bread with you, like always. Today seemed to drag on and on, more so than other days. Your head felt full, and your ears muffled. There had been a cold going around among the boys… You pushed the possibility of that out of your mind and kept walking.

“Hey, there, lady!” Finch called. He was waiting outside glittering cafe with Albert. You couldn’t help but grin slightly at the goofy duo. Albert waved, a smile on his cheeks, and some dirt on his nose. “Took you long enough, you’re usu'ly the first one ‘ere.” Finch said. The pair of them embraced you.

You shrugged. “Tired, I think.” Your head immediately snapped away from them, feeling almost sick from how quickly you turned. The rabble coming from down the street was rabble that only could’ve belonged to two New Yorkers. Romeo and Race. Practically brothers, they were. Always pushing and daring each other, but wholly protective, especially Racetrack over Romeo. The shorter boy on Race’s back as they ran up.

Romeo clambered off of Race, and grinned. “Hello girls. And (Name).” He said. Albert firmly smacked him across the back of the head, firmly letting him know how stupid he was. There were very few things you loved more than watching the boys interact freely like this. It was a refreshing sight. You let out a couple of hard coughs, before Race walked over to you.

“Hey you,” the blonde boy started. Race placed an arm around your shoulder lazily. The two of you were… It was uncertain what you were. Always playing cat and mouse, it seemed. It was assumed by the others that the two of you were a couple, but there had been no formal agreement about anything between you. There was just Race and (Name). And that felt like what you two needed. Soft kisses on the cheek, fingers intertwined, shared cigarettes, support. “You sellin’ okay? New spot and all…” He asked.

You shook the bag of papers at your side and coughed again. “Near half.” You rasped. Race gave you a slight look, almost checking on you, and pulled his hat off. You cleared your throat and looked up at him slowly, afraid of making yourself dizzy again. “Your hair’s a rat’s nest, Race.” You reached a hand up to comb it back with your fingers, but he softly swatted your hand back, laughing.

Race turned back to the group of hooligans. “Alright, boys let’s get somethin’ ta eat.” He jeered. The lot of you poured through the doors, disrupting the quiet of the building, like every afternoon. After looking through the loaves of bread, you all agreed on one soft white bread. “Finch, check my math. Five cents a piece?” Race said, checking the price of the loaf.

“Five cents a piece.” The boy confirmed. All of the newsies reached for their pockets, pulling out pennies, Romeo got lucky and had a nickel. He always ended up with nickels. You stifled another cough into your elbow, and swiped at your nose with your sleeve. It wasn’t exactly your sleeve, it was Crutchie. He’d given you this shirt. You shoved your hand into your pocket and felt around for coins.

Race looked over at you. His eyes were flooded with concern. “Hey, no,” Race said softly. “I’ve got it.” You immediately opened your mouth to protest, with your newly gravely throat.

“No, ya don’t g-got it. I’m payin’.” You insisted. Race had already handed over the money for both of you before you could even finish. “Tony Higgins, I cannot believe you.” You crossed your arms over your chest at the boy. He just rolled his eyes at you. Romeo muttered a comment about you being dramatic. He was one to talk. After paying, you all stepped back on the the patio and sat down on the floor.

Albert placed his legs on top of yours and started to tear the bread apart and pass it around the group. Race pulled a couple of cigarettes out of his pocket, and offered one to you. Sadly, you declined with a cough and a shake of your head, and wiped some sweat off your face. “Alright, (Name), are you feeling okay?” He asked.

“Race, I—” a wheeze betrayed.

His face was laced with the highest of worry. “Come on, let’s get you back…” Race started.

“I gotta sell!”

Race grabbed you by the arm and pulled you up gently. “I’ll see you guys later. (Name) ain’t feeling so well, I’m gonna watch her.” You had no say now. Race walked you back to the lodging house, being almost too careful with you. The love in his eyes was ever present. “How do you feel?”

“Fine, Race.”

“That’s a lie. You was coughin’ and wheezin’. Let’s get you inside.”

He helped you into a bunk, and pulled some of your layers of clothing off. “You’re burning up, beautiful.” Race mumbled. “I’m gonna go getcha some water and a rag, alright?”

“Alright, try not to worry too much while you’re gone.” You whispered. He would worry, though. He was almost as big of a worrier as Davey. His brow would knit in on itself, and he would start to chew his lip. That was the look you saw every time you got soaked, busted, or sick. Worried Race, lead to angry Race and from there, it was a downward spiral. He reappeared with everything he’d mentioned. The tall boy dipped the cloth strip in the cool bowl and pressed it to your cheek. “I can do that, y-you goon.”

Race sigh. “Can’t I help you out this once? Show you that I actually give a shit?” He mumbled. “Because I do. And you scare the hell outta me sometimes, you know that?”

“It’s just a cold.”

Race shrugged, hands never leaving your face, which his was getting closer and closer to. “It’s better practice for next time. Just… Just let me try to be a good boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend…?”

“If you’re good with that, I mean—”

“Yes.”

anonymous asked:

Rachel, I'm thinking of buying the first captive prince book because you seem to love it so much, can you tell me something about it that will make me want to buy it, I'm still hovering over that 'buy' button on amazon

okay listen first of all this is an EXCELLENT CHOICE and i applaud you for making it this far, and i’m just going to throw information at you until you buy it, okay?  

  • if you follow me you love slow burn, that’s just fact™ and CP is the SLOWEST OF BURNS 
  • but also like you’re rooting SO HARD for things to happen that when they do it’s like… i neED MORE TIME 
  • so it’s your classic hate to love but it’s all these tropes turned on their heads
    • like i started reading it and was like… really. this is basically just a bad slave fic on AO3 that’s used as an excuse to write noncon, really, but that’s literally about as far from reality as possible 
    • the POV character is Damen, a prince whose brother betrays him and sells him off to be the slave of Laurent (we’ll get to him in a second) so he can take over the kingdom
      • damen is basically brown hercules with better people skills
        • he’s that badass that isn’t even fully aware of his capacity to badass 
        • like at one point he just. fuckn. throws a broadsword across a river and through a guy’s chest. like. 
      • but he’s an actual puppy, has ALL THIS LOVE TO GIVE and he tries to give it to laurent who just Is Not Here For It 
        • let me rephrase that. he wants so badly to hate laurent at first because laurent is RUDE and MEAN but he shows like one (1) vulnerability and damen is like “…i must have him.” 
    • Laurent is this ice cold, smirky-smirky-i’m-smarter-than-you prince of a rival kingdom, and he basically trusts no one ever at all 
      • so then he’s given this guy as a slave and he tries to keep doing his Cooler Than U thing but damen is so lovable and wonderful that he literally can’t do it 
        • he has feelings!!! they’re just buried deep deeeeep down and he doesn’t WANT to have them but guess what bud. you do. you have them. 
    • spoiler: they fall in love!!!! against all odds!!!!!!! 
  • there are lines in those books that literally made me get up and do a lap around the house 
    • “i hated you, and then you saved my life. and every time i needed you, you were there, and i hated you for that too.” 
      •  WHAT THE FUCK
    • “To get what you want, you have to know exactly how much you are willing to give up. Never had he wanted something this badly, and held it in his hands knowing that tomorrow it would be gone, traded for the high cliffs of Ios, and the uncertain future across the border, the chance to stand before his brother, to ask him for all the answers that no longer seemed important. A kingdom, or this.”
      • WHAT. THE. F U C K. 
  • like honestly, if you like game of thrones, you’ll love these books. it’s a lot of ~relationships that echo the wider struggles, scheming and conniving and backstabbing, that sort of thing, and the society/cultures are well-built and help you sort of figure out why laurent is like.. that. 
    • but it’s also incredibly hilarious in some parts, and then you turn the page and there’s a quote that’ll just knock the breath out of you, and it’s all just really wonderful 
    • also you get to meet charls the renowned veretian cloth merchant, and he’s worth reading the entire series tbh

anonymous asked:

This is a beyond dumb question but I need reassurance. Do you think Kaz cares that Inej is small chested? Like I'm trying to rack my brain of a scene where he could tell so that I know he doesn't care. Help?

i’m so sorry i took so long replying to this, but here ya have an imagine/headcanony thing to calm your anxious mind lmao (and tl;dr: he honest to god doesn’t give a shit)

- at a state reception in ketterdam that kaz decides to infiltrate in order to make $ (and also bc he’s started a side-line collecting intelligence for his new bff nikolai lantsov, oops) everybody obviously has to look the part, so the girls get bought (stolen) horrendously expensive ballgowns, while the guys take style advice from kaz or disguise as guards.

- nobody knows better than nina herself does just how much havoc she can cause with her looks and her body, so her dress accentuates her curves and is cut out deeply. She basically looks like a bona fide femme fatale, which she is. It’s a look that could kill. A++

- and inej knows it’s silly, but she somehow wishes her dress were more like that instead of being flowing and unrestrictive, because she needs freedom of movement. And she knows that nina doesn’t necessarily want the attention she gets, she’s just realised that since she can’t help the way she looks, she might as well use it to her advantage. And she also knows that slender lines of her acrobat’s body allow her to fly from gable to gable and traverse ketterdam on its rooftops, but just once, she would like to feel the self-assurance that she’d convinced nina draws from her body. She has known men’s desire in her life, but she wants to know that she can cause the weakness in their eyes as she passes. She feels that nina’s curves give her strength, a position of power, although she knows it’s silly.

- nina can tell something is wrong, as inej is unusually quiet in the pleasure boat on the way to the reception. She isn’t sure, but she thinks it may be envy and bitterness she sees in her friend’s gaze and she wants to talk to her, ask her what’s on her mind, but it’s a bustle and rush and the excitement washes over her as they sneak into the ballroom. When she turns to find inej, she has already disappeared into the crowd.

- they are all supposed to shadow different people during the reception and cause distraction while jesper and kaz sweep in to steal a fjerdan diplomat’s dinner jacket, because nikolai suspects it has important diplomatic documents sewn into it. Inej is assigned a watch position. As soon as she sees wylan fiddling with the lights, making them flare up and extinguish, she has to dart around the room stealing ladies’ jewels, etc. to cause confusion.

- she sees nina elegantly move from one side of the room to the other, drawing glances all around. She watches her eat chocolate covered strawberries and drink champagne which is handed to her by various important-looking admirers. As much as she tries to push it down, she feels her envy flare up. She knows that if she looked more like nina, if she had a chest and hips like hers she wouldn’t be consigned to the shadows. She could work out in the open.

- kaz, in conversation with one of nikolai’s advisers, sees inej walk out onto the dancefloor in front of him. He can’t help his flare of anger at her not being on her position. He excuses himself from the conversation in order to follow inej.

- he draws her into an alcove outside. her pained gasp at the unexpected, possessive grip of his hand on her arms sends a shiver down his spine. He isn’t deterred, however, and hisses at her: “what are you doing? You are endangering the whole mission. Why aren’t you on your position?” There is a flash of anger in her eyes in response. “You would think that after years of experience in the pleasure house i could be trusted to incite distraction in that way.” The words are bitter and kaz knows she doesn’t mean them.

- “i don’t have much time inej. What is it? We are on a job, in case you had forgotten.” His tone is harsh, but his eyes soften as they look down at her face that is turned away from him. Kaz sees a faint blush creep into inej’s cheeks. “Just because i don’t have a chest like nina’s doesn’t mean i couldn’t do what she’s doing. They always liked the suli for our slender frames. They would ask after us especially. I-”
“Inej, would you really want to do what nina’s doing, when we both know you can hardly bear a man’s touch? Do you really want to go back to selling yourself, even if not fully? This is what you’re good at. I need you to work in te shadows for me. I need you to be my Wraith. I need you, inej.” His words are spoken hastily and harshly. But they hang there between them “i need you”

- “i don’t need you to be any different to the way you are. I don’t need you to be built like nina. For saints’ sake, i wouldn’t-” he swallows, “i wouldn’t care for you any more, if you had a chest like nina’s. Now get back to work.”

- inej leaves to do her bit in the plan, but turns to steal one last glance at kaz. She sees a look of confusion on his face, a look of something like resentment for what she does to him, a look of longing. All this directed at her. She feels the heat rise up her neck for the danger she put the plan into because of her insecurities. If the person, who never looked at anybody but to see how to make profit from them could look at her like that, perhaps there was something alluring about her.

- “oh, sweet, had i known, i would’ve sworn not to be so very liberal with my cleavage for at least a week. No, inej, you really should have told me.”
“It was silly, it was a moment of weakness. You know i could never truly resent you. I - saints, i don’t know what it was that came over me.”
“You are the Wraith. All shadows and ethereal things, while i’m an earthy beauty from ravka. It is what it is.”
Inej smiled at te teasing note in nina’s voice.

OUAT 6x15 Mini-Review: A Wondrous …ly Slow Pace

It took me a while to get through this episode because I was playing with the babies, petting the cat, looking over my tax returns … Here’s a one-gif recap:

Originally posted by growsbetweenthepines

  1. Jafar wasn’t a threat so much as a Mean Girl. “God, Jasmine, you’re such a loser. Why don’t you be a loser with the rest of your loser friends, loser.” And he ran around giving people Inappropriate Woodies and then Jasmine bested him with some 99 cent glitter, the end. That was the episode, right?
  2. Is one of the show’s cost-cutting measures losing character motivations? What was Jafar’s deal, anyway? He wanted to rule Agrabah but Aladdin and Jasmine stopped him and then he was mad people called him names? So he was going to hurt Aladdin but gave him the shears instead, and now he blackmailed Jasmine into giving him a magical diamond so he could shrink the entire city out of revenge? For name-calling? Couldn’t he curl up with a copy of How to Win Friends and Influence People and get over it? (That said I would totally let him put his magical staff in my cave of wonders, if you know what I mean. *wink*)
  3. If this episode was a test run for how S7 would fare without Rumbelle and with minimal Snowing and Emma … yikes. Every scene needs an actor who is an anchor– an actor so good they can convince you that the rest of the ridiculousness happening on-screen is real. Regina is one of those; Rumple and Cora are others. Hook can’t quite manage it. Jafar tried his best but they gave him a turban and some Dollar Tree accessories and told him to wing it. The episode gave him NOTHING to work with.
  4. Jasmine is mad that the shop owner took Ariel’s necklace … but he did that because Ariel stole from him. Ariel is the one in breach of etiquette here, not the shop owner who needs to sell things to eat. Likewise, Nemo and his crew wander off in below-zero temps to try and fish the Nautilus from the bottom of a frozen-over lake and no-one thinks to offer them some hot cocoa or something? If Liam 2.0 wasn’t going to be a plot point why was he there? And how can Ariel and Eric survive in a tiny shack with no central heating? No wonder Eric’s on a cruise.
  5. Is the price for Hook coming back from the dead mild hearing loss? BECAUSE THE SHOUTING HAS TO STOP! WE CAN HEAR YOU NOW, HOOK! Hilariously the only person who can get Hook to talk in a normal register is … Belle. Maybe he has to lower his voice because she’s so short.
  6. This episode features a Teachable Moment in tone. When Aladdin is interrupting Hook to ask if Jasmine loves him or just likes him, it’s supposed to be humorous– that’s how Aladdin plays it. But Hook plays it like he’s going to stab Aladdin in the neck because he needs to CONCENTRATE on the ridiculous plot. Hook wants to get back to Emma, sure, but he needs to throttle back the intensity for some light banter or the scene doesn’t work. The director should have fixed this.
  7. When Regina was mourning Robin’s death, Henry brought her a gift basket of chocolate, wine, and movies. When Hook disappeared, Henry spent the entire episode listening to tunes on the couch. Guess he doesn’t ship CS :-P. (Having Hook try to win over a moody, hostile teenage Henry would be a hilarious sit-com I would totally watch.)
  8. And speaking of which, Emma cried two itty-bitty teeny-weeny incy-wincy tears over Hook being gone forever. Girl, I’ve cried more over the loss of limited edition ice cream! And she says she needed that to “move on” and moved all his shit out? Didn’t Hook leave YESTERDAY? ♫ Now you’re just somebody that I USED TO KNOOOOW ♫
  9. Regina, Emotionally Supportive “It’s Complicated” is something I never knew I needed. Although I’m not sure she should be giving advice, you know? “Emma, how are you feeling?” “Sad.” “No, I mean, how do feelings work? I can’t snap my minion’s necks anymore when I’m upset and I’m at a bit of a loss.”
  10. Drunk!Snow throwing knives with Vikings is everything. EVERYTHING. Can we keep her for the rest of the season? The series? Why can’t this have been the entire episode?
  11. Charming took the news that Hook killed his father pretty well. Suspiciously well for someone who tried to shank senior citizen King George for that last episode– I think screaming: “I can never forgive you!” was involved. I guess this is a “next episode” kind of thing?
  12. This episode wrote-off three hot POC guys (Jafar, Nemo, and Aesop). When they said Snow White was a big part of the show they were talking about the character, right? 
  13. Gideon Gold is a graduate of the James Bond Villain school of Extra-ness: he probably stalked the real Aesop, read up on being a mixologist, practiced making cocktails, disguised himself as a marketer and told Aesop to print up 2 for 1 flyers to increase sales by 20%, and personally *poofed* to Regina’s house to deliver the coupon. Why couldn’t he just have asked Emma for help– Villain Union Rules? P.S If he wanted to make Emma cry, all he needed was do was show her this season’s ratings. (Too mean?)

In short: This episode gets an A for Aesop Effort but an F for Failing to Keep My Interest. Here’s hoping next episode is a bit more compelling. I want a S7, dammit!

anonymous asked:

Hello Ms. Michaela! I have something of a personal question. How did you find balance between your sexuality and your faith? I was raised old-school Catholic (aka think sinful thoughts and you're going to hell) plus a very traditional family, and I can't tell if my hesitance for sex is because I'm not ready for it or if it's the "have sex before marriage and burn" ideal that's scaring me.

This is not starting the wall of answers (sorry guys!) but I wanted to answer this one as it’s pretty personal =)

Please know that I came from a very open family where I happen to be the Christian while my other 3 immediate family members are Spiritualists/Buddhists, so my experiences on it may not reflect what you may have experienced.

That being said, I had some very religious and some very conservative friends who often preached to me that sex and sexuality was sinful. However, my balance comes from my understanding of what sin is.

When we think of sin, we think of impurities; sexual thoughts, violence, etc.

However, God essentially created us and gave us the ability to control ourselves and our actions. We have the means to train ourselves not to let sin corrupt us or control us, thus making us a forgivable species worthy of judgement at Heaven’s gates.

Thinking sinful thoughts are a natural instinct we have, sweetie. We live in a world where sex sells and violence is unfortunately a common occurrence to the point of numb feeling. What makes it a SIN is when you can’t stop your thoughts from moving on from it and, eventually, can’t control ourselves acting upon those thoughts while harming others/ourselves.

Personally, and this may or may not be a surprise to people, but I am a very sexual-minded individual. More often than not, I find myself lost in some dirty thought about the guy I like or a memory of a wild night in my past. However, I do not let these thoughts control me. I will not DARE lay hands on the guy I like just because I imagine having sex with him nor will I ignore any of my responsibilities just so I can think about the sex-adventures I have had. Yes, I masturbate on occasion out of sexual need and drive, but with science (given to us by God in my belief) comes knowledge that it is cleanses and heals the body and the responsibility of “You cannot let your sex-drive control you to do this constantly. You must control it and only do it once in a while.”

Sin is when it is uncontrollable and detrimental to our minds and our bodies. If it frightens you, then it is okay to seek help and quelling them through psychological means (therapy and communication with a specialist). However, the unfortunate stigma of Catholicism and Christianity is that we believe sin is the general sense of impurity and not what causes us to be sinful individuals. We believe that God will not love us if we do not follow his word to the letter but what we forget is that, one, the word of God has been spoken through the mouth of Man and Man is ever full of mistakes that we may not realize twist his words around, and two, we are merely human and God is an all-loving being, able to forgive our mistakes and guide us to peace.

I suggest this if you believe in God/Any Deity: do a private prayer. Sit in your room in a comfortable spot and simply talk to God/Your Deity. Ask them to help you overcome this fear you have if you believe it harms you from being the fullest human being you can be. Sometimes a prayer will help spark that confidence to truly look at sexuality and understand it before making a personal decision about it (whether it be “I don’t like sex”, “I don’t want to have sex yet”, or “Sex is not that bad”).

If you do not believe in a higher power, do some self-reflection. If sex 100% scares you, then close your eyes, take a breath, and try to find the source and understand that sometimes the source can be the only gate towards enlightenment.

We are human beings on this earth are deserving of total enlightenment. It’s just finding the means to get over our ignorance and fear that allows us to embrace the world around us.

anonymous asked:

Let me know if this is possible. I have a dream of making a new IP someday once I have experience and skill at whatever craft I may choose. I know it will be a long hard road probable misfortune but will likely be worth it in the end. I just want to know if its possible, possible to go from just a guy on a laptop with no experience to a guy with the ability to do what they want creatively like Yoko Taro or Hideo Kojima? I hope you can answer this question. I'm prepared for harsh reality I think.

It’s actually very easy to create your own new IP. Just start writing, drawing, designing, whatever. Go nuts. Build a story structure and characters and whatever. Develop their relationships to each other, the rules of the world, all the details you like. It’s cool. I do stuff like that all the time. I keep a notebook of details, ideas, character concepts, etc. that I reference from time to time. 

The hard part is taking these sorts of ideas and building an actual game from them. Development requires time, effort, and money. Money affords tools, software, licenses, and pays for people who can do work. If your goal is to your own dream a reality, then you need to fund it somehow. That means either paying for it yourself, or getting others to pay for it.

Maybe you have a lot of money available to you that isn’t needed for anything. Great! Refine your idea, start hiring people, and go to town. Come up with your ideas, pay people to help you realize them, and you’ll be good to go.

For the rest of us who don’t have the kind of money needed to run a studio, we need to convince people who do to trust us with that money. So if you were the person with enough money to bankroll just ONE project, what would it take for some guy to convince you to give it to him? Perhaps the promise that it would make more money? Maybe if he had a solid business plan with details about how many copies he thinks it will sell, supported with market research. What if he also had a detailed breakdown of the game features, team size, and delivery schedule? Maybe a well-established track record of being able to deliver money-making results for years? It would probably be a lot more reassuring if the person was able to bring an entire team of experienced veteran developers with him, right? Especially if he had worked with most of these veterans before. These sorts of things would probably put your mind at ease when deciding whether to trust him with your money, right?

That’s how most projects get funded. The guys with the money seek out people they believe will be able to build them a product that can be profitable for them. If you want to bring your ideas to life, you need to be one of the people the guys with the money can trust. That means experience making games, putting together business plans, a reputation for delivering quality, and leading a team capable of making what you want. The fun part is figuring out how to get from where you are now to that destination. Good luck.


Got a burning question you want answered?

anonymous asked:

just read that 'tall & chubby s/o can't wear boys hoodie's cuz she's big' ask and like, that shit resonated in my soul cuz I'm like 6 foot and i'm p fat so I've never been able to do traditional cutesy stuff with people I dated because I've always been bigger than them. How would the uf bros, uf gaster, mt bros, and mt gaster react to finding out the reason their fem so never dresses girly/cute is because "Girls my size are never cute, so what's the point? I'm better off with my jeans/suits." :(

UF Sans

Sweetheart, 90% of the people he knows are taller then him, one of those his brother who wears heels and even cute skirt at home, from time to time. You hear Papyrus scream from the distance about his now not so secret secret. He will roam the stores of the nearest mall after your talk, mostly sleeping on randome benches and once in the fountain for some reasone.

He finds some cute stuff on your size and fitting for your body type and just leaves it out in the living room. He actually got help from some people woring in the store, awakwardly asking them for advice. He won’t force you to wear it, but he will hint at loving to see you in something cute. 

UF Papyrus: He is a 7 foot tall motherfucker, 7.4 in heels. He knows the struggles tall people go trough, especially if they want to wear cute or cool clothes. But don’t fear, the terrible Papyrus is here. His outfite was sewn by Sans, but he picked up that skill too, not wanting to always ask his brother to sew him some clothes when he couldn’t find anyting good in his size.

So he will cute up some of your clothes. He won’t just grab randome clothes, he will actually ask, not wanting to just change your clothes without informing you about it. Where did he get so many tastefully coloured fabric from. That’s his secret. He wll prove to you that you can wear cute clothes, even though he thinks you are already cute even without.

UF Gaster: He is a tall, goopy mass of a man, so finding clothes he is actually able to wear is near impossible. Especially since some of his clothes melted into his bones, now forming a weird, black mass, barely resembling the suit it once was. He things you are cute as heck, but he does want to show you that. And show you that you can wear cute clothes.

His attempt will be pretty…bad. He will goop all over the clothes he found after a long search, not satisfide with everything, dragging the shopping trip out over a whole day. He is so nervouse, he doesn’t know if he actually picked cute clothes, he doesn’t know that much about cute stuff. Like look at his universe, there is nothing cute going on there. And when hes nervous he starts dripping. But the clothes are pretty cute. Sligthly edgy, but still cute. 

MT Sans: He is a suit and tie guy himself, so he never thought it strange that you wear suits to. When you tell him that you don’t feel cute, and don’t think you can wear cute things..well he has contacts. He will take you out one day to a small shop, run by Muffet. She has a bakery at the front, but sews clothes for the whole gang and sells weapons they might need, at the back.

If you are alright with it, she will sew you a perfectly fitting, adorable dress. And Sans will take you out to the nearest restaurant to show everybody how good you look in cute things.

MT Papyrus: If he didn’t become the gangs best sniper, he might have choosen a tailor careere. He really loves fashion on a low key level, often prettying up his own clothes. You can’t wear a west without bones, and his pinestripe suits stripes are actually tiny words, repeated in a row, spelling out “cool dude”. He can’t sew new clothes, and he can’t make a lot of changes, but he can pretty up your suit. 

MT Gaster: He is a scientist, not a fashion expert will his brash answere be. It’s hard to talk to him when he isn’t working, so you tell him while he is sitting at some experiement. The bad things about that is, there is a 50/50 chance that whatever he is doing is going bad, and he is in a sour mood, which makes his answers short and unfriendly. He does apologize right afterwards, not actually wanting to snap at you.

He will blackmail a few of the lower ranked gang members to get some dresses and other nice clothes for him the next time they take part in a heist. He will drop them on you while you sleep, unsure what to say, so he goes for that, before walking out again right away.

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Kakarot was waking up.  At first, he couldn’t remember where he was.  He only knew it was cold and he was nestled in tight.  When his round eyes fluttered open, he saw to his right the grayscale of starry space and his pod’s metallic interior, while to his left, those same sights were tinted orange.

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Kakarot removed the scouter cupped around his left ear to make room for his opposing fist rubbing into his bleary eyes.

“Welcome home to Planet Vegeta.  Congratulations on returning from your first mission.”

Kakarot replaced the scouter before licking his dry lips, “so this is Planet Vegeta, huh?”

“Yes, Kakarot.  This is your home planet.”

“Yeah, you said that already.“  Kakarot rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms over the hard-plated armor stretched across his small chest.  "Home.”

With a wistful sigh, Kakarot turned curious eyes out the curved, tiny window of his space pod. What Kakarot remembered most about his planet was leaving it years ago.  His memories of the green and blue Earth were much more vivid, though he knew that planet wasn’t home.  It would never be home, now that he left it in the greedy hands of the planet trade, as ordered.

As Kakarot’s approach drew near, Vegeta’s red, swirling atmosphere grew to swallow the view out his window.  After staring in awe at the red planet, he blinked when his ship began vibrating.

“Entering Vegeta’s atmosphere.  Kakarot,” Kakarot scrunched his face as symbols began flashing across his scouter, reflecting off and tampering the view out his window, “King Vegeta calls for your presence.”

King Vegeta?”

Kakarot wrinkled his nose as the symbols in his scouter flashed details of his orders and further directions while beeping in his left ear.  He wondered what would happen if he dismissed the course mapped out and instead ran off to go where he wanted the instant he landed.  He wanted to fight someone.  He wanted to eat something.  He’d been stuck in stasis in this cramped space pod for months.  The last thing he wanted to do upon arrival was meet with the king.  Whatever this was about, it couldn’t be good.

“Prepare for landing.”

Gritting his teeth, Kakarot closed his eyes.  The approach was dizzying, as the closer he came to land, the faster he felt he was going.  Closing his eyes was a lousy attempt at lessening that nauseating sensation.

There was a jolt as his ship made impact, sinking into the flexible landing pad before bouncing back to ground level.  The hiss of the airlock sounded the instant his ship stilled, while Kakarot opened his eyes to see light seeping in from his lifting hatch.

Kakarot tapped his scouter to confirm and end the beeping message.  Outside, the air was thick with humidity.  When Kakarot stretched his small legs and stepped out of his pod, he turned heel on the vast gray tarmac with completely different intentions than heading into the palace straight ahead.

"Kakarot,” a gruff voice called from behind him.  “Where do you think you’re going?”

With a harrumph, Kakarot peered sidelong at the expansive regal building all the way across the launch pad and stilled.  “I just got here.”

“And you’ve been summoned to King Vegeta, Third Class.  Get moving, brat.”

Grinding his teeth, Kakarot turned to the gravelly voice addressing him so demeaningly.  He craned his neck to view the face of the overbearingly tall man in elite armor scowling down at him with a goatee, purple-lensed scouter, and bald head.

“I said get moving!” The guard shouted.  "After botching your first mission, you’re not going to keep the king waiting for your lazy hide.”

“I completed my mission.”

The taller man’s mustache-lined lip pulled on one side as he smirked.  “You missed a few, kid.  And it took you nearly a decade to finish off a bunch of puny-”

“They weren't all puny.”

The larger man’s eyes widened when Kakarot narrowed his.  He may have been a kid, and he may have been third class, but he wasn’t going to let this guy talk down to him about his power level or his mission on Earth.

The man studied Kakarot before tapping his scouter.  “King Vegeta, Nappa here.  I have Bardock’s kid.  He’s on his way now.”

Bumping his fist to his heart, Kakarot shot the elite a smirk.  “Thanks, Nappa.”

When he turned towards the architecturally impressive building running alongside the tarmac, Kakarot frowned at the sound of footsteps following after him.  Even more annoying than being escorted across the tarmac by an elite guard, or being summoned to see the king the moment he returned from his mission, was the thought of being deemed a failure.  He knew there was not another living soul on that planet before he left it. There had been nothing picked up by his scouter, no sign of life anywhere on Earth when he left it months ago. This had to be a mistake.

With a sigh, Kakarot addressed the heavy footsteps behind him.  “Are you going to follow me all the way there?”

“It’s right this way,” Nappa said before stepping forward and reaching for a button on the curve of royal blue wall.

Kakarot turned towards the hiss of an airlock release as the door by Nappa’s hand slid open.  Kakarot was now facing a long interior hall with a red carpet and more dark blue walls.  Pursing his lips, Kakarot balled his fists and proceeded into the hall.  He’d explain to the king that he didn’t fail.

At his hurried pace, with Nappa’s footsteps following after him, Kakarot reached a door with a royal emblem in no time.  He didn’t wait for Nappa’s instruction, but reached for the button beside it in the same way Nappa had.  The door opened to expose to him two men waiting inside.

Kakarot recognized the king immediately, not just because of his position seated in the center of the room and his wearing a cape and royal crested armor, but also because Kakarot recognized the stern face.  It was an image that had been sent to his ship during his travels so he would know who to bow to when he rejoined his people on Vegeta.

Kakarot also recognized the other man, who looked like a grown version of himself with a scar on the cheek of his worried face and red scarf around his head.  That other man was not an elite, but he also needed no introduction.  Kakarot remembered his father, Bardock.

“Kakarot,” the king smiled, “have a seat.”

Kakarot’s eyes darted to his father, whose gaze was fixed on him.  “No, thanks.  I’d rather stand.”

“Kakarot,” Bardock hissed.

The king shrugged.  “Suit yourself.  Do you know why I called you here, boy?”

Kakarot glanced at Nappa standing over his shoulder in the doorway, then at his father standing tall by the king’s side.  Behind his father and the king, a panoramic screen hung on the wall of the confined room, with satellite images from another planet.  Judging by the masses of water, Kakarot could’ve sworn it was Earth up on that screen.  But that couldn’t be right, or at least it couldn’t be current.  There was a cluster of red blips in one segment of the image, each indicating low to moderate power levels - indicating life.

“You called me here because,” Kakarot took a deep breath and let it out, “someone made a mistake.”

“Yes."  King Vegeta nodded.  "You.”

“No.”

“Yes,” Nappa growled.

Kakarot cast the guard a glare before turning his scowl on the king.  “I followed my orders.”

“There were survivors."  The king turned to the screen over his head, waving a white-gloved hand just before the cluster of red blips on the colorful screen disappeared, causing him to startle.  "Nappa, what happened to the survivors?”

“Uh-I don’t know, Sire.”

“I'm telling you,” Kakarot growled, “there were no survivors.”

King Vegeta bared his teeth as Nappa murmured into his scouter, demanding to someone that the image be refreshed.  The screen turned black before the holographic map reappeared, exactly as it had been seconds ago - free of any signs of life.  The planet was barren.  Just how Kakarot remembered leaving it.

Kakarot smirked and crossed his arms.  “See?”

“No,” the king grumbled, narrowing his eyes pensively, “there was life on that planet.”

“King Vegeta,” Nappa said with his finger still pressed into his scouter, “I just received word of an unregistered ship deploying from Planet Earth.”

“Ah,” the king smiled, “so that’s where they went.  Your survivors seem to be getting away, Kakarot.  Maybe I should send you back to finish the job.”

Kakarot bit his lip so hard he could taste blood on his tongue, yet he managed to maintain his cool as he stared down the king and his gloating smile.  He could tell by the widening of Bardock’s eyes and subtle shake of his head that it was not the time to lash out at the king.  But Kakarot couldn’t help himself.

“I just traveled all the way back here.  I’ve already spent eight years on that mudball,” Kakarot said through clenched teeth.  “Have someone else take care of them if you care so much, someone who’s already in that quadrant!”

King Vegeta rubbed his hand across his bearded chin.  “Do you know how these survivors escaped you?”

“Even if there were survivors, does it matter?"  Kakarot bared his teeth.  "The planet’s dead.  The Planet Trade can sell it.”

“I suppose you’re right."  The king turned a glare on Bardock, who tensed as the king turned back to Kakarot.  "But let this be a lesson to you, Boy.  Never return from a mission leaving survivors behind.  You stay as long as it takes to finish your purge.”

“The purge was-”

“And if you make this mistake again,” the king insisted, “someone will pay for it.  Whether it is you or someone else.”

As the king gave Bardock a pointed look, Kakarot’s frown deepened.  He didn’t appreciate receiving threats from the king, especially not the moment he arrived home.  He really didn’t appreciate being accused of making such a mistake. He didn’t leave survivors on Earth.

With a terse nod to the king and his jaw and fists clenched, Kakarot turned and left the room.  Again, he could hear Nappa on his heels before the airlock hissed closed.  He hadn’t even greeted his father after seeing him for the first time since he was a baby, and here he had to tolerate more of Nappa's presence.  The king’s keeping his father behind longer was probably a scare tactic.  Well, Kakarot wasn’t scared.  He knew he’d be seeing his father at home eventually.

“Maybe if you get lucky, kid,” Nappa chuckled, breaking Kakarot’s thoughts, “someday you’ll find those Earthlings and get the chance to redeem yourself.”

“Lucky."  Kakarot scoffed.  "If there really are Earthlings out there, they’re the ones who’re lucky.”

Kakarot chalked the error up to technical difficulties, though he knew the king wouldn’t, and neither would Nappa.  They didn’t care about a handful of humans loose in the universe anyway.  Yet they believed Kakarot failed to complete that mission, just because of a lousy handful of blips on a screen and one wayward ship. They were jumping to that conclusion because he was a child.  Or because he wasn’t an elite.  One way or another, they were underestimating him. 

Kakarot would have future purges to showcase what kind of a fighter he was, what kind of a Saiyan he was, to show the king and stuck-up elites that he was not one to be underestimated.  And if it ever did turn out that there was some lucky group of Earthling survivors out there in space, they’d better hope to never cross paths with him.

Ten years later…

Continue this story on my Patreon (the link is located at the top of my blog, or you can type patreon .com/maiika, though I’m not putting a link here because apparently this post won’t come up in searches with a Patreon link.  I’ll make a post w/o the story to provide the link as well.

lapidottrash2001  asked:

Hi I'm the anon that requested that holiday one. How about the RFA+v+Saeran and their favorite way to spend time with mc.

A/N: Sorry I took so long on this! I’ve been busy (I was supposed to work on this a few nights ago and I ended up falling asleep cause I felt sick ;~;) Itold404thatI’dsendhersomethinginfiveminutesandIfellasleepinthattimeframesomehow but hERE IT IS!!! Love you guys lots <3 –Admin 626

YOOSUNG

  • Most people think it’s playing video games with mc
    • bUT YOU’RE WRONG fightme
  • he actually really loves cooking and baking with you!
  • You usally cook dinner while he bakes a dessert!
    • So many giggles and kisses, omg my heart, stop being so cute you two
  • Youtwolooksocuteinapronshonestlygetawayfromme
    • Yoosunng’sfavoriteiswhenyoucookwithjustanapronon*lennyface*
  • YoufeedhimanutritiousdietsohecangofightoffthoseLOLOLmonstersallnight
  • B A K E O F F (of course there is did u expect any less)
    • You two will DESTROY each other
    • heusuallyletsyouwinbecauseyousmilesomuchandohmygodyourehisentireworld
  • Yoosung’s decorating skills are amazing though and you can never beat them
  • One day he actually bakes you cupcakes and decorates them with pokemon faces!!! (Admin626here,Admin404didthisonmybirthdayafewyearsago,shesthebest)
  • There are a few cupcakes that have pokeballs on them but he also put letters on them??
    •  hE SPELLED OUT I CHOOSE YOU
    • THE CUPCAKE IN THE MIDDLE HAS THE MARIO RING ON TOP OF IT
  • Thiswasntmeanttoturnintoaproposalitjusthappened 

ZEN

  • This boy’s favorite time with you isn’t the frick frack or snuggling??? Omg who knew
  • Obviously he loves acting and you so one day he decideD TO COMBINE IT WOW HE’S A GENIUS exceptnotreally
  • He asks you to read lines from his script for his next role!!!
  • He loves it so much because you’resobadatacting because you’re so cute trying to act!
    • “MC this character is supposed to be sad, that doesn’t mean you roll around the ground sobbing”
    • “I’m trying to sell the role, Zen! You should learn more about acting” smhactorsdontevenknowhowtoact*eyeroll*
    • “MC being angry doesn’t mean you smash things, you’re not Hulk”
  • listen,,,, if ur telling me u wouldn’t use ur role as the romantic love interest to steal KISSES, UR WRONG
    • CAUSE YOU TOTALLY DO
  • You never do it by the script though so you can catch him off guard
  • MCplsdontreleasethebeastyoucouldntwalkforliketwodayslasttime

JAEHEE

  • Listen,,, surprisingly this little hoe’s favorite thing to do isn’t watching Zen movies?
  • wowbaeheewhatihaveidonetoyOURCHARACTERSOMEONESTOPME
  • She actually loves watching short horror films with you!!!
  • She loves the suspense, it always keeps her on edge
    • AlsotherewasonetimewhereyougotsoscaredyougotuponthesofaandrANACROSSTHECOFFEETABLETOTURNONTHELIGHTS
    • thisactuallyhappenedwithmycousinlastnightLMAO
  • your reactions are what make the entire thing for her tbh
    • you’re so jumpy and your squeals are the funniest thing omg
    • ithasnothingtodowiththefactthatyoucuddleuptoherwhenyou’rescared
  • honestly tho, she points out every plot hole or when someone does something stupid bc that’s Baehee for ya
    • “She just dropped her keys and didn’t go back for them??? She’s gonna get killed, good riddance”
    • baeheeno
  • afterwards she’s not scared at all because she’s this totally rational person and nothing like this fazes her
  • u on the other hand….
    • Well u can’t really sleep for the next few days suckstosuck
  • Unleeessss you crawl into Jaehee’s bed and she spoons you
    • Sleep comes so much more easily when you can feel her warmth pressed against her back
  • andthisiswhyJaeheeshowsyoutheshorthorrorfilmstobeginwith

JUMIN

  • okay this technically isn’t with just MC but bear with me,,,
  • Saturday nights, jaehee closes her shop early and the entire RFA gang hangs out and watches movies projected on the wall <3
    • Imeanyouguysusuallyneveractuallyendupwatchingbutstill
  • The room is dimly lit, super warm atmosphere!
    • Seven is forcibly cuddling up to Saeran
    • Zen is helping Jaehee pour drinks for everyone
    • V’s just sitting there, blind and all
    • Jumin is sitting in the usual armchair, and you’re on his lap snuggled up to him <3
  • There’s so many jokes and laughs and his heart is just so warm
  • He’ll never say it but you guys are his family and he absolutely treasures this time together 

SAEYOUNG

  • Snuggle
  • S N U G G L E
  • S N U G G L E
  • Considering the amount of work he usually has to do, this boy loves nothing more than unwinding down with you and snuggling
    • You’re so warm and you smell like vanilla because you always bake stuff for him <3
  • He’s a switch but after working on a project, he loves being the little spoon
    • Ingeneralhelovesbeingbabiedbyyou
  • Helovesthatyou’realwaystherewhenhe’sdonewithworkbecausehecanjustpickyouupandcarryyoutobed
  • Every time you hug him from behind, he remembers that you’re home and oh my god it feels good to be home
  • Cansomeonejustprotecthislilboyhejustneedslove

SAERAN

  • Omg this little emo cutie right here, lemme tell y’all a little something about him
  • Any time he spends with you is his favorite way to spend time with you!
  • Movies? Definitely
    • Snuggles galore!!!
    • Heloveslisteningtoyousingalongtodisneysongsevenifyoureterrible
    • Hemouthsthewordstothesongscausehestoocooltosing
  • Walks? Oh boy oh boy
    • Hand holding omg, ur hand is so warm
    • And you always talk about your day!!!
    • You’re voice is 12/10 and he could listen to you all day
  • Snuggling? He wont admit to it but ur so soft omg what he is gonna do with himself
    • He loves when your legs are wrapped around him and you’re nuzzling his neck
    • He’s an absolute mess when you play with his hair, you’re going to kill him!
    • He’s a total big spoon and will just roll you over so he can wrap his arms around u and bury his face in ur hair
  • This boy is a cinnamon roll and needs to be protected at all costs

V

  • You guessed it
  • His favorite activity with u is taking pictures
  • Buuut! He’s not the one taking pictures, you are! (pLOT TWIST BET YOU DIDN’T SEE THAT COMING)
  • He gave you a polaroid camera for your birthday because you think polaroids are so cute!!!
    • You’recuterMC
  • You always take them at big events cause film is so expensive but that doesn’t ruin the fun for you!
    • V’s heart can’t take the smile you get on your face when you see a freshly printed out picture
    • Honestly ur so cute, how are u real
  • The cutest thing is when you write on the polaroids! You take so much to think about something that really captures the moment
  • Youalsostickyourtongueoutwhenyourethinkingandyoulookalildumbbutdamnyou’readorable
  • But he is absolute putty when you hand him a scrapbook album and it’s all about him
    • Hecriesbecausenoonehaseverbeensosweetohim
    • Andyoucrytoobecausethat’ssosad
    • Theresalotofcryingokay
  • Usually though he keeps all the pictures you’ve taken and puts them up on his living room wall <3

goddess-of-change  asked:

This may sound like an out-of-contest question, and if it is please let me know, but I was wondering: how do I create a main character that's not "yet another white boy"? The book itself will be diverse, but the main character is white, and I'm scared people will glance over it and call it "a white book" because of this. What do you advise me to do? How do I make him stand out in a sea of other white boys? He's diabetic, aroace, has scars and feminine tastes, but it's still not enough.

Thanks for your question, and I apologize for the wait </3  It’s been a busy week, but I’ve got some thoughts for you!

So, the phrase “yet another white boy” can mean a lot of different things, as can “a white book”.  The White Boy stereotype is pretty broad: money/privilege, sexism, homophobia, cockiness, self-centered worldview, the “chosen one”/”golden boy” trope, and a bland/angst-centric personality constitute a stereotypical white guy for me, but that’s just one perspective.  TVTropes has some common white guy tropes here.

Overall, though, it’s about more than diversifying your cast – it’s about diversifying the experience itself.   If the story is written from a white person’s POV – particularly someone with limited exposure to stories/perspectives from actual POC – then the story can easily become a “white book”, no matter how diverse the cast is.  Diversifying your own experiences through travel, fiction, & media will add color to your stories.  It can also help to find co-writers or beta readers of color to help you spot these kinds of problems.

Lastly, it has a lot to do with the means of promoting the book, both externally and internally.  Consider how you’d be selling the book – which characters/plots/hooks you’d be using to find an audience.  Then consider the plots and characters that are the most relevant to the story – the love stories that get the most scenes and the characters who get the most background.  Keep an eye out for a few things:

  • Baiting – think queerbaiting, but include people of color, disabled people, and neurodivergent people.  If you find you’re advertising more diversity than is actually important and focal to the story, you may be presenting a diverse experience without following through.
  • Softening the Blow – A.K.A. making it more attractive to neurotypical straight white men by underselling the non-white aspects, either in advertisement or by diminishing POC/ND/LGBTQ/female roles within the story.  If you’re including diverse characters for scenery or posterity only, your audience is going to sense that, and declare it a “white book”.
  • Weak Representation – This includes stereotypes, tokenism, lack of research, or any show of internal bias.  No matter how diverse your cast is, if you’re writing all the characters without thinking about how you’re writing them, you’re going to struggle.  Your non-white non-NT non-straight characters should be just as complex and interesting as your white cishet characters, period.

Anyway, that’s what I could think of for you.  It’s different for every situation, and as a white person, my expertise here is limited.  If any of my followers have anything to add, feel free!

Thanks again, and happy writing :)


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

anonymous asked:

Do you have any good quotes about Asian representation in the media? I'm writing an essay on it. Thank you!

I GOT YOU!!!! I DID A PAPER ON THIS TOO. Unfortunately I deleted it off google docs so I couldn’t just give you my cited sources. But here’s a few good articles and quotes: 

Also if you search an AA actors name and Asian representation/racism into Google you’re bound to find an article of them speaking out on it which says a lot… I’d also touch on the fact that barely a handful of Asians have won an Oscar but people in Yellowface have.