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@whenabluemoonfangirls
So like Ive been busy and usually been posting a whole lot in my art account—
But my old phone got fixed and idk if I should post some snippets of my stories that I wrote during the time when a strong storm had destroyed my city.
Like there was no electricity for months and no signal—so yeah.
So hello again ladies and jumenemen.
I cant believe I have joined two new fandoms this year, which are COD and JJK.
Yes, I am also very late with JJK but anyways
I have deemed Sukuna as husbando. At first I thought he has a similar voice to
Gilgamesh (yellow haired dude, whos also a king)
But then after doing a research
Sukuna is similar to Archer
The grey haired guy. They have the same seiyuus. Ahhhhh---
So yes I am down bad for this King of Curses 😖
Is if just me tho or my husbandos are like royalty or just really strong and elegant like ah-
>///<
So I made handsome boys.
May I ask ya guys to do a blind react? Or whatever you guys call that.
I want to know what you guys think.
What do you think their occupations are?
Personalities.
Qualities
Etc.
Feel free to comment.
Also who is the more handsome one from the two? Hahaha xD
And why?
Haha.
Yesterday I woke up to the building shaking
Now at 3am, woke up to that as well.
Ladies and jumenemen, I am now scared and paranoid.
Dear self, why did your shyness overpower your desire to take a pic with a Ghost cosplayer earlier.
Yes ladies and jumenemen, I was too shy to ask for a pic from a Ghost cosplayer.
Next year, hopefully huhuhu
ANOTHER THING TO BE AMAZED THAT- A WOMAN COMPOSED THE MW2 2022 OST
LIKE MAAM, BOW DOWN, AMMA BOW DOWN
the composer is goals
I just listened like first score only and the use of the cello
IS HEAVY
I REALLY LOVE IT.
now i shall listen more
amazing-oi
Okay so another thing I get to fangirl at is the OST. I have always been a sucker for OSTs. I have my favorite composers one of which is Hans Zimmer,
Composer to:
Dark Knight
Pirates of the Caribbean
Interstellar
Lion King
and many more
AND I JUST LEARNED THAT MW2 HAS HIM IN IT, FREAKING HANS ZIMMER. CAUSE LIKE- I can hear the motifs of Pirates of Caribbean and Dark Knight, it also gives similar vibes to Steve Jablonsky's transformers scores- (just realized he had also some parts in Revenge of the Fallen AND AGE OF EXTINCTION, BRUHHH--THATS WHY FAMILIAR)
but BOI I AM FANGIRLING
OILY SHEET!
(its a cuss word)
seriously tho
DUDE LIKE DUDEEEE IF COD GETS A MOVIE, OH I DO HOPE HANS ZIMMER MAKES THE SCORES FOR THE OST
OKAY THAT IS ALL FOR NOW.
BLUE MOON LE DIPS.
wait i just realized that he scored the 2009 version. bro, as i said i never played the games but this
this is fueling my fangirlism
okay no more research, I might not stop ✨
✨im sold✨
People who make art of Simon/Ghost and give him Samuel's features, I love and appreciate you a lot more 🖤
The cruel comments this sweet man has received for not looking like damn supermodel as if Simon was said to be one, are disgusting.
Samuel is beautiful inside out, and he deserves to see his face on the character he so well portrays. He IS Simon 'Ghost' Riley.
WDYM
Gwapo man siya boysss
Bruhhhh
So like just watched a bit of MW3 cutscenes and I see this gun found by Farah called
Explosive Victus XMR
Then I researched and found this picture:
Does this come in red?
Seeing its power, I like.
Dear ladies and jumenemen,
I am actually shy in joining the COD fandom.
I haven't played the game and still be unable to unless I buy a game console or a gaming laptop or pc desktop.
But yeah,
I have only watched cutscenes. And I don't know even what are the positions present in the game.
But I really do wanna join.
✨cry cry✨
Me who is unable to play the game but just watching the cutscenes from MW2 like a movie.
Also me who JUST HAD to react to the part where they were getting Hassan; this part:
[Soap: I just need a weapon.]
[Ghost: Make one]
My reaction to that part if I was in that situation
Me: sees the microwave
Me: Found a microwave. Will that help?
The thought of just carrying it with the adrenaline rush and all and✨ just throw it. ✨
(If READER were quirky, they might also agree)
I should make a drawing out of this xD
Dear your honor,
I am attracted to this man
To this--
✨Sir Ghost ✨
A TRANSFORMERS FANFIC (oc insert)
GUARDIAN OF THE CODEX
CH 1 || IN THE STREETS OF NEW YORK
Tuesday. August 22, 1995
Noah had found himself on his bed, just thinking about how his life has run its course.
A lot---
A lot has happened, and a lot has changed. Things actually been better now. Kris has had his treatments which was easier for him and his mother. Mirage was back and he seemed to be spending more time with the family despite Optimus's instruction. Optimus, however, was getting all too familiar with the human ways. Bee, had been so relieved to have been revived that he had, discreetly, visited his favorite human-much to Optimus's bewilderment. Noah remembered how Bee got a huge scolding from the "Big Man."
The "Big Man" indeed. Yet, he was happy that he and Optimus could actually agree on things now---especially joining on telling them (Mirage and Bee) to not be reckless and not getting into trouble.
"Sonic, you got a call." Kris's voice was heard from the doorway. Noah got up as soon as he heard his little brother.
"What's up?"
"Girlfriend." Kris nonchalantly said.
Elena.
---It didn't work well with her. Yes, they dated for a bit and yet her expeditions and career had caused some misunderstandings. They decided to be good friends. And they were.
"Girl space friend. Kris." He stood up, walked to his brother and ruffled his hair. The little guy shook his head.
"Hey, focus on your homework."
Noah took hold of the phone. He heard Elena's voice from the other line.
"Hey." He heard her chuckle.
"How you doin'? Any new discoveries?" Noah asked with a smile of his own. Elena chuckled again as a reply.
"Getting there. Oh yeah, I was hoping that you pick up someone. She's a friend...a colleague. Actually, a friend-like colleague, if that makes sense?" Noah's brows furrow after hearing her.
"I guess. Kinda. I have to pick someone up?"
"Yeah. A diner---I told her to be at the diner. You will pick her up there." Elena then told him where it was. Noah nodded, not that she could see from the other line.
"Got it. She knows about the texts. If you know what I mean---also I gotta go. Tell your brother, I said hi. And the others too. " He knew what "others" she meant.
"Got it. See you around when you back."
Noah placed the phone down. He turned back to see Kris was listening, the whole time.
"Kris, really?"
"What did she say?" Kris shrugged. Noah just had to indulge him with their conversation. Kid was just too curious.
"Picking up someone. And no, you're staying." Noah replied even before Kris could say or at least demand to come along.
Yet- Noah was also curious who could Elena's friend be or colleague? Either way, he was fixated on one thing that she knew about the texts.
Ali arrived after a nonstop flight of about...16 hours more or less. It was inevitable that she arrived jet lagged. She also had a massive headache. The meal that was served earlier was not into her liking so now she had found herself removing what contents of what was left from her stomach while she had the briefcase, clenched in her arm. The briefcase holding the relief.
"Ugh...I am never having that again." She walked out of the airport, hungry and a bit wobbly. She had to get some food and the diner (she had asked the cab driver if it was close earlier) was very far.
"Is there uhm a food stall?" She asked the cab driver, who was pretty chill and friendly with her.
"Yeah. You okay with hotdogs?" The man asked. From what she had observed, he had tan skin and an accent that has proved to have her in awe. Oh, and the young man was dashing so she could not help but blush every time the man would look at her from the front view mirror.
"Oh yes, I am. Hotdogs would seem lovely." Ali then paused and sighed heavily.
"You alright? You ain't from here huh?"
"No. I'm from the Philippines."
"Philippines? That's a bit of a mouthful." The cab driver laughed.
"Originally it was called Filipinas." Ali began but she stopped. "Sorry, I uhm, I am an archaeologist and I just love history." She spoke. The cab driver only smiled.
"Nonsense. I loved to hear about that. Hey, we can talk more over hotdogs. It's just around this corner." The cab driver added.
"Alright, sure!" Ali sounded so excited and figured that she had to dial it down a bit.
"Really?"
"No, really." Ali was in the middle of explaining to the cab driver, which she had now known as Tyler, that her fellowmen absolutely adored the Black culture. All the while, admiring the beautiful city at night.
"We got rappers. We have a famous one named Francis Magalona. Even little kids try to rap like him. Our rap is somewhat nationalistic and its cool." She added, taking a bite from the hotdog. "This is really good!" She was just elated to have tasted this after a bad airline meal.
"Told ya. Best hotdogs in the city. Now tell me, what brings you to New York? You're a long, long way from home." Tyler chuckled, flashing that bright smile that could bring Ali to her knees. Ali had to feign being all flustered and act normal---explaining everything.
"I see. I still have to take you to the diner." Tyler sighed, looking up at the city lights. "And about that adoration, that was surprising,"
"Oh? Well, our ancestors were called "Negritos". They had black skinned too---they're called "Aetas " today. In my opinion, we like brothers yo!" Ali said, trying her best to sound cool. Tyler was just amused.
"Go on."
"And then---we were the first ones to indulge when rap was made. It was said that it became famous when US Troops was stationed in military bases there. It's truly fantastic." Ali continued and as she did so, Tyler just watched and was just fascinated with this here---young woman.
When they had eaten all of the hotdogs, Tyler had to say that it was time for them to go. Ali was saddened by this as she got inside the cab. The drive to the diner was all but silent. Ali didn't want to part but work was work.
"Hey."
She heard Tyler speak again.
"How long will you be staying here?" He asks. Ali bit her lip as she thought of a reply.
"It will depend on how long this will take." She said, pointing at the suitcase.
"I guess I can take you around the city and when you're back home...maybe we become pen pals?" Tyler added and this caused Ali's heart to skip a beat.
Pen pals---
They were to send each other letters and this could pave the way for them to call each other using their phones.
"International calls are expensive...but I can deal with that." Ali said.
"Alright me too." She heard him say and boy, was the girl in cloud nine. Ali was actually excited of the days to come.
Was this her love story, unfolding?
Was this something---
And then a bright light caught her attention. She looked back to see that there were black cars. It gave off the impression that they were being followed.
"Hey Tyler. I think we have company." She said, worriedly. Tyler noticed the black cars from his mirror.
"Hold on. " He pushed on the gas to evade the cars. Ali held on to the suitcase tight. A sudden car chase had started to develop, and Tyler was making sure they wouldn't get caught. By now they had passed the diner, but that wasn't important. Tyler must keep his passenger safe.
"Who are they?" Ali could hear the worry and fright in his voice.
"I don't know!" Ali watched as the cars continued to chase after them.
As Tyler tried to get away from them, a car had crashed into the cab causing it to swerve. The car then had spun round and round before it slid across the road and halted to a stop.
Ali was dizzy and tried to make out what was happening or what has happened-yet she got over to where Tyler was. She used all her strength to do this.
"Tyler? Tyler?!"
Tyler held her hand while groaning in pain. "Ali..." Blood trickling down his face. Ali gasped worriedly.
"Tyler-" Ali whimpered and then started to unbuckle his belt. "We need to get you out of here!" Tyler heard her say but then noticed that the men in coats had gotten out of their cars and was approaching the cab. He placed a hand on top of the belt.
"Ali, get away from here." Tyler said looking up at her. Ali froze.
"What...?"
Was she going to leave him there? Was he being serious?
"You-you're joking right?" Her voice quivered while she searched for a hint of jest in his eyes, that he was just joking but Tyler was dead serious.
"Ali, get out."
"No!" Ali refused despite Tyler trying to pry her hand off the belt. "You, need to get to safety!" Ali didn't say anything and shook her head. Tyler shook her, his grip strong on her shoulder. He did this in hopes to bring her back to reality or to stop her from panicking.
"You need to get away and I promise I will find you." Tyler said looking deep in her eyes. Ali tried to hold back her tears, but he could see that she was abou to cry.
"Alright." She nodded. Tyler chuckled and handed her the briefcase.
"Now go."
Ali had to get off the cab, but she didn't want to leave him behind. What choice did she have? Ali gave the man, a tight hug, then got out and ran for it. The men followed after her. They didn't want her to escape.
Tyler watched her ran as fast as she could.
They had come upon an empty alley save for an old car. Ali placed the briefcase on top of it. Then removed her coat before facing the men.
"I could literally kill you for destroying this magical night..." Ali seethed. She was angry at the men who just chuckled. The young woman already knew what they were thinking.
How could a small woman beat them?
For Ali, she had taken up martial arts to protect herself. Excavations can give opportunities to grave robbers or black-market dealers to take what they have discovered, had dug or unearthed. She wasn't going to let that happen.
This was also a time.
Ali then got up the old car and gestured the men to come forward while she tied up her hair before getting into a fighting stance. She could see the men getting cocky, yet this did not faze her.
"Come at me."
A man then charged at her, ready to hit the female with a club. And just as she was ready to fend herself, a sudden force sent her flying and then falling back to the ground---hard.
She could see the lights were fading into black while trying to stand. To no avail, her body felt heavy. Just before she lost consciousness, all she could make out was a vague outline of silver.
✨FOOTNOTES: hi there, [bmoon] here! And I posted the first chapter to the fanfic. Boi, i did some research for this part. we truly adore black culture----many of our filipino entertainment culture has been heavily influenced by it. i know--i see my young relatives try to rap and theyre really good. another is that Ali was the only oc that i should make but then ideas overflowed, and Tyler was conceived---err made. anyways I do hope you enjoy this post! I am open to comments and all.
A TRANSFORMERS FANFIC (oc insert)
GUARDIAN OF THE CODEX
Prologue || A RELIEF UNCOVERED
Tuesday. August 22, 1995
Parokya ni Edgar was booming from the television. Ali was convinced that it was a catchy song and it had reminded her of her college days. Sipping coffee from a red cup and looking out the terrace gave her an impression as though she was in a commercial. The view of Samar from her terrace should have offered her comfort but something was looming over her head---the deadline of the Biringan project.
Allea Pertucci, called "Ali" by her closest colleagues and friends, was an archaeologist. Over a duration of one month and a half, she was travelling all over the Philippines in search for clues that will lead her to the enchanted city of Biringan.
It was said that the city was the domain of Engkantos or what we call fairies or fae creatures in English. Biringan boasted modern structures capable of comparing it to the Big Apple or some other modern city out there. And yet it was a magical city.
Ali had remembered her statements while pitching for the project:
"There is a 20% chance that we have here may be likened to Troy. We do remember that right? What if that is the same with Biringan..."
Ali sighed. Now, she was half convinced. What was she going to do?How was she going to persuade the Agency what more with the deadline looming over her head---how was she going to provide proof that such a city exists?!
A sudden call caught her attention. Ali rushed to the bedside table and answered.
"Hello? Kinsa ni?" Ali asked who it was. She was glad though that the person on the other end had understood Cebuano. Staying in Samar may have proved a bit difficult since the dialect is different from that of Cebu, her hometown. Despite that, she had met a group of people who were familiar with the Cebuano dialect. The fact that some of them were foreigners.
"Miss Ali, si Miguel ni, I have received a message that something was unearthed in the next town. We ought to check it out." Miguel spoke, Mexican accent apparent but still managed to sound like a Cebuano.
Ali processed what she learned. "Right, moara nako. I will be right there." She replied, hurriedly preparing for the drive. She placed her cup down and gave her face a cleanse and a wash. Ali changed into her white shirt, brown trousers, brown suspenders and black boots. She always admired the wardrobe that Indiana Jones was sporting---and thought why not replicate that?
Ali went over to her car and drove to the next town which took her thirty minutes. Upon arriving, Miguel met her and a few of her colleagues accompanied him.
"What do we have?" Ali asked as she braided her hair to the side while talking towards Miguel after she had parked her car.
"Locals said it is covered in what appears to be...a sack."
"Human?" Ali inquired. Miguel did a double take while the others shook their heads or were just weirded out.
"How is that- Ali please it is made of rattan. You are reading too many of those books." He stated. Ali knew very well what books he was referring to.
"I had to at least get the deadline off my mind." She swatted a low-lying palm leaf away from her face as they walked. Miguel just shook his head in disbelief.
They arrived no sooner in a secluded village surrounded by palm trees. Ali could see people crowding at a house. She turned to face Miguel.
"Is the place?"
"Yeah, we just have to get across the people. Then you will be able to see it."
"Translator present or do we have someone who can speak my dialect?"
"Both. But I bet you preferred the person that spoke your dialect." Miguel said.
"Yeah."
They made their way across the crowd and had reached a pit that had become an excavated site. The site was close to an old house. The people there noticed Ali and her company approaching.
"Good morneng mam!" A local working alongside the group of archaeologists greeted. Ali waved with a smile.
"Good morning. Kamusta? What have you guys found out?"
"Kanang bato mam. uhm rock mam- rock." The local responded, albeit trying his best to communicate with the little Cebuano he knew, as well as some English words he had learned.
"At ease, let me take it from here." She replied and gave the local a friendly pat on the back. The local nodded and guided her to the pit.
It was large, rectangular in shape most likely done by the workers alongside her team. The only way of going down the pit was by ladder. Miguel offered his assistance, but Ali was convinced she could do it on her own.
Upon reaching the bottom, Ali was called over by a woman no less older than she was.
"Glad you're here. Look at what we have found." In her hands was what seemed to be a relief, a broken relief and written on the stone were strange symbols that neither looked hieroglyphic or Baybayin in nature. This was right after the rattan sack was removed on top of the stone.
"Is this the language of Biringan?" Ali asked, looking at her and then at Miguel.
"It looks like a bunch of swirls and stuff." Miguel spoke his opinion.
"Not Filipino in nature." The girl added. Ali and Miguel nodded.
"But it was surely wrapped in rattan. Date?" Ali asked.
"Not conclusive." Miguel answered. Ali frowned. Miguel yet continued. "But we have a lead saying a researcher from New York is familiar with the writings." Miguel knew that this information was enough to lift her spirits up.
Ali pondered. Yes, what Miguel had said did lift her sullen spirit. This was then replaced with curiosity. Why- What was it doing here? She had so many questions and she knew this will be answered in New York.
Ali's colleagues suggested to have the rock be covered in plaster---it was thought to be treated like a fossil. She disagreed and said to have the artifact be inside a briefcase. It was just enough.
Miguel offered to take her back to the hotel room. He was a close friend of the female, and he can be very protective at times.
"You know, I can drive." Ali glanced at her companion with the relief safely held in her hands. For the time being it was wrapped in cloth.
"Yeah. But I offered, just enjoy the ride."
Ali could not do anything about it. She just shrugged.
"The Agency will help in providing the necessary documents, right? This is my first time going international---as in outside of Asia. " Ali sighed, looking down at what seemed to be now a precious cargo.
"Suus, please tell me you're not scared of airplanes. Yet, you're such a daredevil when you're out excavating or climbing mountains to get to the site." Miguel stated amusingly, there were times that his friend was truly a surprise.
"Oh god," Ali laughed lightly as she looked back. "If you hadn't spent two years in my city. I could probably have mistaken you as a Filipino. That 'suus' was golden."
"Philippines and Mexico were both colonized by Spain. Clearly, some of your words our derived from our words--"
"-not to mention our food!" Ali interrupted with a smirk on her lips. Miguel shook his head.
"Yes, that."
"I can enumerate them, if you want."
"No."
They had finally arrived at the hotel. Ali was excited to know that she was going to travel, to go somewhere but then the dread of packing suddenly brought her back to reality. Ali told Miguel to wait an hour. He did but within that one hour, he was able to charter a seaplane that will take her to Cebu and from there- a private plane will take her to New York City.
"There will be layovers." Miguel said, placing the last bit of her luggage in the car that will take her to the pier.
"I think I can handle those. It's not like I'm not used to that right?" She closed the trunk, happily.
"Yeah but hey kiddo, I and the others will miss you. You better call when you get there." Miguel added wrapping his big, strong arms around her. Ali laughed and just let the man do it. A few seconds later, she hugged back.
"I will."
Ali gave her regards to her crew and told them to continue even while she was not present, saying that it will be helpful. Then, she said her goodbyes one last time, hugged Miguel tight and got inside the car. Miguel waved as the car drove away.
Author's Note on:
Guardian of the Codex
I have posted a preview of my fanfic. I absolutely loved the new transformers movie(it was shown during my birth month and I was treated to it as my late bday gift)---so much that after so many years of being a fan, I finally had the guts to make one. How could I not, right?
ANYWAYS---
I was thinking that this follows after the events of Rise of the Beasts. Sure, we all know the end credits right but here, I decided that Noah has not decided to be part of GI Joe yet. It's like he is still debating whether he was ready or not. Also, this is a fanfic x oc---so my OCs will be featured here. Ali will be Noah's love interest. I like Noah--- I mean.
Kidding aside, what I loved about the Transformers is history x mecha motif. My fanfic is fashioned that way as well.
Is there anything else I forgot to mention?
I think that is all. Hope you guys enjoy it! ✨
Ali, an archaeologist, thought that her travel to New York would just be delivering the artifact. Little did she know that the following events, would be one hell of a ride.
-GUARDIAN OF THE CODEX || [bmoon]2023
