some part of tumblr is like “ belle fell in love with a beast. “ it’s not realistic and i’m sitting here like and cinderella rode in a pumpkin, had a fairy god mother, talked to rats, snow white practically died because of a poisoned apple, sleeping beauty pricked her finger with a spinning wheel… rapunzel has magical glowing hair, ariel was best friends with a fish and gave up her tail to go find love. jasmine had a pet tiger and rode on a magic carpet…
do you know what that’s called? it’s called fiction and you know how you enjoy it? by having an imagination.
For now though, once I get access to my computer, I’m gonna make some kind of Ducktales blog to put up all my duckie art on. Rusty loooooooved Ducktales too, and it’d be a great way to… idk, honor him or feel connected to him, something like that.
I have been having lots of Shou thoughts recently, and wanted to try my hand at writing him. I’ve also lately been really appreciating and admiring how kind Mob’s character is - it takes a really good person to forgive as easily and often as he does, and his kindness has a visible effect in the mp100 universe. I feel like maybe Shou could use some of that kindness.
Shou glared down at
the sign sticking out of the building he perched on as though he was waiting
for its response to a question.
being an inanimate wooden sign, it was not forthcoming with any answers.
the words “Spirits and Such” grew hard to see in the glare of the angry sunset
and still showed no inclination to morph into a magical solution to his
problems, Shou sighed. He sprawled back on the edge of the roof, staring up at
the brilliantly orange and purple sky.
was bored. He was frustrated. He was angry. And ultimately, he was indecisive,
which was where most of the other feelings were stemming from. Every cell of
his being was vibrating, telling him to go, to move, to do something. His plan to overthrow his father’s
organization had failed, but thanks to a fluke, it had been overthrown just the
same. However, instead of the satisfying end of his father’s ambitions and a
reuniting of his family, Pops was now locked up somewhere in a high-security
government facility. Shou needed to get reorganized, make new plans, and get
started on enacting them.
for the first time since he could remember, he didn’t know what to do. Every
scheme he imagined failed to coalesce in his mind as he vacillated from one
goal to the next. Should he go after his pops himself? Figure out a way to bust
him out, while somehow securing a promise that he was done with his aspirations
of grandeur? Or should he leave him to whatever government facility he was in,
and to hell with him? He’d lost sight of his own self-appointed purpose in the
world when he had failed to beat his father; if he was brutally honest with
himself, it had severely shaken his confidence. He was tired of going and
going, trying and trying, and not making any apparent difference.
his emotions, instead of driving him with purpose as they once had, were now
also tangling up his decision-making process, gunking up the cogs of his
churning brain. As much as he hated to acknowledge it, he’d finally decided he
needed to consult someone else on what to do next about the man he’d spent months
planning to defeat, and then failed to do so so spectactularly.
considered and then immediately discarded the idea of asking his mother.
Serizawa, his second choice, was maybe not the most clear-headed when it came
to his pops. Yet, Serizawa also knew his father better than almost any other
adult Shou could talk to. And who knew; since he was at the office anyway, maybe
that weird non-esper who was now Serizawa’s employer might have something
interesting to say, too.
if he could just convince himself that going in there and admitting he needed
help was really the only option left to him-
What are you doing up here?”
started, leaping to his feet. He wasn’t used to being the one snuck up on, and
thoroughly did not appreciate it. He turned to face the direction the voice had
Shigeo Kageyama peered back at him from beneath straight black bangs
with an expression of mild curiosity.
Also it’s worth mentioning that I’m not falling to pieces, surprisingly. I’m the best I’ve been in a really long time and I’m surprisingly confident in myself and getting everything done. So the stress is less like fuck me I don’t want to exist stress and a little more like this is an awful lot and I’m having a hell of a time hiking up this mountain stress. The point is– I’m doing really good, I’m just learning how to juggle/balance a lot of things.
I'm chuckling at your remark about animals loving Robert Vaughn. One of the episodes he was in on Murder, She Wrote had him as a stable owner, and I remember thinking that the horses seemed quite fond of him.
Ahhh, I forgot about the horses, too! The horses adoring him is really something because, according to an interview of his I read that was around the time of Hustle, he actually confessed that he was afraid of horses, and mused on the irony that he did so many Westerns and had all those horseback scenes, but, like his fear of drowning and the water scenes, did the scenes anyway.
But I guess it must have helped that the horses liked him, though! 💜
I got a lot of really sincere compliments on my costume/performance tonight and it’s one of the first times in a while that I’ve felt like my creative endeavors are all worth it and making art for myself isn’t a waste of time??????? nice