#I might start an useless thoughts series about this game

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - September 10th

 Hey, friends!! Short and dirty this week, I’m on a whirlwind trip to help my bestie paint her house so--enjoy and be sure to leave comments/kudos! 

~*~ 

Ain't It A Shame, Too Bad? by Carsonian

On his twenty-fourth birthday, Tony was saved from drowning by a man he has yet to find. In other news, Tony's fallen hard for the mute, scrawny blond that washed up on his kingdom's shoreline two-and-a-half days ago. These two things can't possibly be related, can they?

A Gentle Lullaby by navaan

They, all of them, are mortal and sometimes their brushes with death bring them closer to it than other people ever get. Fighting is what they do. But fighting for other people's survival without a thought to your own safety is easy when you're not leaving someone behind. Good then, that they don't have any families left... Until Hydra drops a new bundle of responsibility right in their laps. But that might not even be their biggest problem.

Crash Love by S_Hylor

It’s just sex. Just sex between two consenting adults who don’t have feelings for each other beyond the camaraderie that comes from being on the same team.

It’s just sex. Until it isn’t. It’s not love. Until it is.

To Liars and Saving the World by magicasen 

When Tony's life is in danger, Steve does the only thing he can do to save his teammate: he makes an honest man out of him. Steve and Tony's sham marriage is only supposed to be a blip in their history that no one has to know about. But when they're outed to the press, and with ghosts from his past coming to haunt him, Steve must come to terms with the idea that his own feelings for Tony might not be a lie.

Wrapped Up in Your Love by iam93percentstardust 

Tony has a bad day, so Steve takes care of him.

america's pastime by JenTheSweetie

The thing about the Annual Intra-Avengers Baseball Game was that it was always a little... contentious.

nothing left but scars by SailorChibi

Steve wakes up to the fact that no one ever compliments or even says thank you to Tony, and that he has fallen into the same trap of painting Tony with a specific paintbrush.

This is how he showers a very confused Tony with praise to make up for it.

a slow ticking wildness by starvels (dinosaur) 

Three weeks ago, Tony burned his hands in his forge. Since then, he's been unable to use them, useless and listless.

Relying on the kindness of strangers ain't exactly his expertise. Luckily, Sheriff Steve Rogers has good hands and a heart hale enough to keep offering bits of help and hope to Tony, no matter that he ain't all that good at accepting them.

when it feels right by complicationstoo 

“You’re actually hiring me after that?” Tony asks, the disbelief clear in his watery brown eyes.

Steve shrugs, “Gotta start somewhere, right? And if you’re terrible, it’s not like I can’t fire you.”

  Or, the one where Steve owns a bakery and Tony needs a job.

Diamonds Or Twine by complicationstoo 

A hand on his shoulder grabs his attention, and Steve realizes he’s been staring off into space as Bucky says, “Hey, man. You good?”

“I’m going to propose to Tony.”

So Little Left to Give by Sineala 

Steve's alive again... but Tony isn't anywhere to be found. Steve knows what to do about that. His quest to find Tony takes him to the frozen depths of Russia, to rescue Tony from one of his greatest foes. But that's not all he has to contend with. Tony's in the process of deleting his own brain, and Steve doesn't know if the man he finds will still remember him.

the hedgehog (and one million blue whales) by soliloquent 

“Hm. But, how hard?” Tony challenges.

Steve ponders for a second. “As hard as one million blue whales sitting on you.”

“One million?” Tony looks genuinely in awe. “I reckon that would crush one tiny hedgehog, don’t you think?”

“Nah. You're all spiky. Small, but feisty. The whales wouldn't stand a chance.”

—⎊—

or: Steve and Tony's love story unfolding through a series of everyday moments in the span of two years, pieced together to paint the canvas of their intertwined lives — a precious portrait woven with quirky whale-themed endearments, meaningful acts of service, soothing showers, cherished gifts, and one adorable hedgehog. 🦔

Hold Me Down by tinystark616

Steve asks Tony to wear one of his iron man suits and hold his wrists down during sex.

Tony gives Steve what he wants, and more.

Teacher, Teacher, Can You Reach Me? by Politzania

After spotting a flyer at a new coffee shop, Rhodey dares Tony to attend a Sip and Sketch class; turns out the twinky blond barista is also the class instructor.

Stony AUniverse Bingo - AU: Teacher -- Tony Stark Bingo - Dares/Bets -- Tony Stark This or That - Best Friend -- July Break Bingo - Location: Art Studio

To Make Flowers Grow (In This Barren Heart) by KakushiMiko, SoldiersShield

“You hide yourself away in your technology, but you are just as human as the rest of them. Your heart betrays your desire to possess.” Her gaze falls to the arc reactor, and Tony's blood runs cold in his veins.

“The Earth will reclaim what we have lost,” she says, dragging a hand over the chestplate of the armor. “It is you, and your kind-- your greed that pulls life from the soil as if it were nothing. You will reap what you have sown, Stark. The avarice in your heart will strangle the very life out of you.” Arna meets his eyes once more, a serene smile on her face as she leans forward.

“I hope he is worth dying for,” she murmurs, before digging her hand into his ribcage.

 (Tony Stark falls in love with Steve Rogers. A rogue enchantress ensures he pays for it.)

A Guiding Hand by KandiSheek

Tony is perpetually stressed. His job, his divorce and his insomnia are making his life a living hell. He just can't seem to catch a break.

That is until his boss Steve inadvertently gives him exactly what Tony needs - a firm hand. Tony hasn't played with his submissive tendencies in years, but he knows an opportunity when he sees one. And as it turns out, Steve is more than happy to give him the guidance he craves.

Made of Stars by KagekaNecavi

Deep in the heart of World War II, Steve, Bucky, the Invaders, and the Howling Commandos are getting close to finding the portion of Hydra controlled by the Red Skull and defeating him. As they close in, they receive intelligence that he has am unusual escape method - a machine powered by a mysterious gem that might give Skull the ability to move through time. This seems like a red herring to them, but when Steve and Bucky corner Skull, he uses it.

Steve and Bucky follow Skull and the next thing Steve knows, he’s waking up on a spaceship called the Avenger and the Red Skull - who went back in time, not forward - has ruled the known galaxy for the last several hundred years. Now he’s working with the rebels to usurp the Red Skull and trying to navigate this strange, amazing new world with his new friends and companions at his side.

#stevetony weekly #steve rogers #tony stark #stevetony #stony #iron man #captain america #stevetony fic #stony fic #fic rec

[irregularjohnnywiggins]

talk about iron will's importance. now

Iron Will's importance to the series is kinda threefold, tbh.

On one level, it's clearly a reference to the Dragonslayer of Berserk fame, and therefore one of Taro's clear inspirations for especially the first Drakengard, where it appears as Hymir's Finger*.

Consequently, it's also tied in to Caim as the 'discount Guts' of the Drakenier universe***, which is extremely important to the events of Nier. See, I may be wrong about this, but aside from the Nameless Blade you get at the start, Iron Will is I think the only weapon the game... gives you? Like, there's weapons you get in the course of the story, but Iron Will is the only weapon the game itself hands you in a cutscene, and as such is kinda... by necessity relevant? Like, active thought had to go into handing you that sword at that point in the story, and considering that this is very early into Act II of the game, where our protagonist takes a darker turn along with the rest of the story... well, I may be too far up Mr. Yoko's thematical backside (please see next paragraph for evidence of that), but... I don't think it's an accident that you get given a weapon so closely associated with Caim at this point in the story, especially when the conversation immediately following Iron Will's completion ends with Nier resolving to help Gideon's mad quest for revenge purely because he gets to kill a single Shade at the end of it.

On a level deeper than even that load of nonsense, the evolution of the Iron Will as a weapon kinda mirrors the evolution of the series itself? As presented in Drakengard 1, the weapon story is about the weight of death, with the unsettling implication at the end that perhaps the sword has found a wielder who is unconcerned with death, a perfect microcosm of Taro's then-philosophy of 'you have to be pretty fucked up to kill people'. This evolves down to Nier, where the sword begins by boasting of the people it kills, but in the final part of the story admits that it dreams of things beyond its status as a weapon of slaughter. Then Drakengard 3 portrays it as a thing that despises its own existence as a weapon, consumed by bloodshed and longing for something it cannot have - kinda like Zero, eh? And finally**** Nier Automata, where the Iron Will is rusted, useless and abandoned, but dug up regardless to engage in unceasing pointless war, over and over again. That's the inherent advantage of the Iron Will, I think - it allows Taro to present the theme of the games in microcosm, because the weapon itself does not need more explanation than 'Dragonslayer at Home'.

Soo... yeah. I think the Iron Will is really important to the themes of Drakenier, and I'm really exited to kill all of humanity wielding it this time around the Replicant train.

*whose name, incidentally, plays into the 'reverse religious morality' thing that Drakengard 1 has going on thematically - in much the same way that the final two routes are the literal Red Dragon of the Book of Revelations fighting the literal angels of heaven alongside a man named after a literal demon, you do it wielding a sword named after what might be interpreted as either the creator god or the father of evil from Norse Mythology.**

**Which, in a weird way, also plays back into the Berserk influence - Guts in that series is fighting against something called The God-Hand, after all, but we're not here to get into Berserk right now.

***I don't know for sure if it's the sword Caim uses in Drakengard 2 - looking at the video of his arrival now I can't tell if it's Broken Iron or his own personal sword - but honestly it feels like it should be Broken Iron, so I'm counting it.

****I know what the DOD2 and Reincarnation stories say, but Drakengard 2's is about as bland as everything else about that game, and Reincarnation has the inherent problem of being a LiiiiVe SeeeRvICE, so you can't easily sum up the themes of every single story in it.

#nier #drakengard #drakenier #nier replicant #nier automata #drakengard 3 #iron will #yoko taro #my deepest apologies if this came off as incoherent and rambling #my abyssal apologies if it didn't #I just... really like the themes of Drakenier #it's really special to me

[liauditore]

hi i have returned opinions on secret life so far? (also any idea why bigb’s secret animation was different to everyone else’s?) :D

hi hi i have so many Thoughts that i will definitely miss Something but. lots of things. spoilers for ep1 under the cut obvs.

why is every ship getting crumbs. literally all of them. what is wrong with everyone wtf. (except treebark. treebark girlies stay losing)

new mechanic is insanely hype and i am going a little bit feral over it. i've been wanting a UHC-style season for a long time and this seems a great way to kind of. entertainment-fy it i suppose? cus as much as i wanted straight up UHC i can totally understand why players like joel or skizz or scar would struggle hard in that sort of ruleset and it wouldn't be very fun to watch as a result.

i'm a bit.. tentative about the more acknowledgment of the Lore this time around? On one hand i love it and i think it's incredibly cool but on the other hand i know well that lore can eat a series alive if let out of control. Especially when fans start getting pushy about their theories and disappointed when inevitably things aren't as explained or thoroughly confirmed or straight up forgotten. (<-- fnaf fan. i have seen it. it is horrible)

that being said i have trust in grian specifically to handle it well and not go off the deep end with it cus a good chunk of the viewers don't know/care for the lore and if it becomes a Big Thing then a lot of people are gonna end up feeling alienated and confused.

i LOVED Bigb's episode and i think it's like. the ideal way to incorporate lore into a series like this. the way you can Feel that something is off rather than it being explicitly shown. you can choose to write it off or dig deeper. it's good juice. I've mentioned this before but I'll say it again -- Bigb is easily one of the strongest roleplayers on the entire server and his editing REALLY sells it hard. He really melts into what's happening rather than getting up on a platform and shouting THIS PART IS IMPORTANT. LOOK AT ME. which i really appreciate as a kind-of honorary former theatre kid.

but yeah tl;dr i think lore/fan theories should be left to the fandom mainly otherwise it starts getting weird. that being said i trust the life series ppl and can't wait to see what's going on with this season.

now if i may be unhinged myself. i def agree with the theory that Something is up with Bigb's task and maybe whatever gave it to him is trying to mess with the game.

Bigb and Mumbo specifically I felt were acting.. a little OOC the whole episode? Bigb was very much on purpose i think and i reckon mumbo's just excited to be back lol but its fun to think about

the task system has a lot of potential for. fanfic symbolism fuel. i mentioned this on my spam blog i think but something something about the way the players' tasks almost seem to. mock them? a little bit?

like pearl's being to "earn" people's hearts after she failed to make any connections throughout double life and has been somewhat isolated the whole series. bdubs being known for his efficient and beautiful builds being told to make something ugly and useless. scott being implicitly called a parasite with his history of teaming and latching onto one specific person each season. etc. etc.

the teams this time around are looking interesting and i think it's worth noting how it almost feels like.. the opposite of limlife a bit? with how slow and cautious everyone has to play. it seems like over half the server haven't really even joined up with anyone yet which is intriguing. (im personally praying for a scar/jimmy team up. just cus scott said they wouldn't make it lol)

which is great for me cus i loved limlife but the chaoticness of everything did kind of. make deaths less impactful i think? if i see another sky bridge i might scream

im very. of two minds about the scott and impulse team up. because if you dig through my blog you'll see i have kind of a history of being unhinged about those two and their parallels. but i have the sneaking suspicion that their actual dynamic will be like nothing i had in mind lmao

overall i am very excited but trying to control my expectations

also um MUMBO AND LIZZIE ARE BACK AND GEM IS IN THE SERIES AND MUMBO AND LIZZIE AND THUBS ETHUBS ETHUBS ETHUBS ETHUBS--

#asks #secret life spoilers #traffic spoilers #liauditore is unhinged

[deanstead]

There Will Be Peace (1): Monsters Are Real

Chapter 1: Monsters Are Real

Chapter Summary: While running for her life, Y/N runs into two brothers who try to help.

Word Count: 1,823

Warnings: minor oc death, canon typical mentions of demon possession, passing out

Square Filled: Supernatural Elements for #resa.3kfiesta

A/N: Alright, here's the start! Fair warning that I will probably take forever to complete this series because I've been playing with this idea since like last year. But let me know what you guys think maybe? Also, since I'm doing the bingo event... I thought it'll be a good time for me to fill a square lol. I've missed writing for Dean. Series taglist is open for anyone interested!

SERIES MASTERLIST || DEAN WINCHESTER MASTERLIST

Chapter 2

You ducked behind a tree, panting and looking around. Your hands were shaking even as your fingers closed around the holster of the gun you were holding.

Just a few months ago, you were just a normal family, with normal problems. You’d fought about stupid mundane things and in the space of one night, your life had shattered before your very eyes.

Monsters were real.

Those three words had resounded in your mind as you took off into the night with your sister, leaving your parents lying in a pool of their own blood, their eyes open and lifeless as your own little brother stood above them, his eyes black as charcoal.

You should have known something was wrong. Your brother had been weird for weeks, you’d just thought it was nothing, that he’d been in one of his fantasy play-pretends and you’d gone along with it. But it hadn’t been nothing.

“We’re only alive because you made it through the police academy.” Leah had repeatedly reminded you over the past few months, as the both of had tried to pick up the pieces but you knew it was useless, at least for you. You’d tried to get the both of you back into as normal a life as you could but it was like the attack had set a homing beam on the both of you, you’d run into supernatural creatures almost everywhere you’d turned.

Just like that, you and Leah had found yourselves stuck in a world that you’d never even known existed - full of spirits, monsters, creatures that had only existed in fantasy novels before that night. So you’d adapted and tried to learn as much as you could - about demons, possession, creatures in the dark, while you tried to piece together what had happened that night, that night that changed your life forever.

Now, three months later the demon had caught up to you and Leah, almost like it was playing a game of cat and mouse with you.

“Heard you were looking for me?” It sounded like your baby brother but it wasn’t. Not those charcoal black eyes or the curl of his lips. It wasn’t him.

You’d lost Leah in the mayhem and you sat panting, pressing your back against the tree trunk.

“Leah!” You hissed into the dark forest where the both of you had ended up, the demon hot on your heels.

You could feel the fear seep into your bones. You weren’t sure if you were more afraid for yourself or for Leah. Maybe both.

You climbed to your feet, taking a deep breath before you felt someone grab you.

You struggled, only making out the figure of a man standing in front of you. You could feel his large calloused hands on your skin as he put a hand over your mouth, his other hand looped around your back.

“We’re here to help, okay?” He whispered.

You blinked back at his green eyes and nodded as he quietly let you go. “Listen, I’m Dean. This is my brother, Sam. We’re here to help, alright? Are you alone?”

In any other situation, you might have noticed how gently he spoke, or how kind his eyes looked but you shook your head, almost feeling tears pooling in your eyes. “My sister…”

He exchanged a glance with the man he's introduced as Sam and nodded. “Alright, I want you to stay here…”

“Dean.” Sam interrupted, throwing his brother a look. “We’re in the middle of a forest.”

Dean nodded. “Right. Stay close, alright?”

You moved through the forest now. Dean and Sam looked like they knew what they were doing as you followed them now, which made you feel a little more confident. You just needed to find Leah. If you could find Leah, everything would be okay.

“Wait.”

You could feel the blood run cold in your veins. “No…”

You saw her now, lying in the middle of a small clearing, bathed in the moonlight. “Weren’t you looking for me?”

Your brother’s voice sent your blood curdling in your veins and you could feel the tears as you almost gasped for breath.

You watched almost in disbelief as Dean and Sam tucked their guns back into their pants. “What…” Were they a part of this whole thing all along?

Dean glanced back at you. “Guns aren’t going to work.” Almost as if he felt the need to explain to you what was going on, as Sam gawked at his brother like he couldn’t believe he was wasting time on this.

Sam pulled out a long knife, as did Dean.

“Now, now, boys. Play nice. You kill me, you kill poor little Seth.” The demon drawled.

Your heart gave a little twist. “Seth…”

Dean stepped forward, his knife held out in front of him like he hadn’t even heard anything the demon had said.

“My work here’s done. See you around kids.” He sneered before Seth’s head was thrown back and a gust of black smoke billowed out his mouth and up into the trees, Seth crumpling onto the floor, his body lifeless now.

You ran, shoving past Dean and Sam straight for your siblings.

“Leah!”

There was blood everywhere, across her mangled chest that looked like it had been clawed apart. “No, no… please… no…”

Leah’s eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at you.

“Leah, no…” You muttered, more to yourself than to her.

Leah grasped at your hand and smiled. “You live.” She whispered. “You don’t ever give up, you hear me?”

Tears were already blurring your vision. “You can’t… Leah, I only have you left. I can’t… Don’t…”

“I love you, Y/N.”

Those were the last words Leah ever said to you before the life left her body. You were shaking, but you turned to go to Seth when Dean held a hand to your shoulder and shook his head.

“But we didn’t…” You couldn’t understand it. The demon had definitely said that Seth would die if you killed it but you hadn’t killed it. None of you had.

Sam raised his head from where Seth lay. “I’m sorry.”

“No…” You lowered your head, feeling the grief overwhelm your body. You were literally all alone in this vast world. You had no one left in this world that had gotten ten times scarier than before.

“Hey, come on. We’ll help you.” Dean’s voice was in your ear.

They helped. Even though you didn’t know them, even though they didn’t even know your name, they carried your brother and sister to the outer edges of the clearing. You didn’t absorb everything Dean was telling you about what they called a hunter’s funeral, as they covered their bodies and lifted them onto a wooden platform they’d made.

You watched as they lit the fire, nodding to yourself as you talked to yourself in your head, turning everything over and over. But nothing was made clearer.

Dean glanced at you before he looked back at Sam. He wasn’t sure what it was about you that was tugging at his heartstrings but he couldn’t just leave you here.

“Hey, listen, is there anyone I can call?” Dean gently touched your arm.

You looked up at him, your eyes pooling with tears as you shook your head. “Everyone’s dead.” You whispered. “Seth… Leah… everyone…”

“Okay, okay, what’s your name?”

“Y/N.” You answered back, like a reflex.

Dean nodded, “Alright, Y/N. Let’s get you out of here first alright?” He moved to block the fire from your view now.

You looked up at him before your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you slumped forward.

You woke to find yourself in a room and you sat up with a jerk.

“Woah, woah. It’s okay, you’re okay.” Dean held his hands out towards you.

“Dean…?”

Dean smiled a little and nodded.

“Where am I?” You asked.

Sam stood from where he was sitting in a corner of the room. “You passed out, probably from shock. It’d be hard to explain to the hospital staff what happened and we didn’t know where else to take you so you’re at our place.”

“You feeling okay?” Sam asked.

You shrugged. “Physically, yes. I didn’t get hurt.”

Dean and Sam helped you out of bed and showed you out of the room and into the hallway, leading you down into another room that resembled a library and meeting room smashed into one.

The brothers exchanged a look as you sat down and Sam cleared his throat. “I know you’ll have a lot of questions but before that you’re in our place so I’m sure you’ll understand if we have our own questions.”

You nodded absentmindedly.

You weren’t sure how long the three of you sat there, talking. You told them selective things about you, about what had happened, about Leah and about Seth. In turn, the Winchesters told you about the demon. They’d been tracking him for a while. All they really knew was that it was a demon called Corson and that he’d been doing this for a while. A demon.

You took this all in, your expression not changing.

“Why?” You asked.

Dean sighed and shrugged. “We don’t know either. There isn’t a clear pattern to anything this son of a bitch does. That’s why it’s so hard to track him.”

“So you guys are hunting him?” You asked, looking from Dean to Sam.

Sam nodded.

“I want in.”

Dean looked at you and looked like he was seriously considering it for a moment before he shook his head. “No, it’s too dangerous.”

You gave him a pointed look. “I’ve done dangerous.”

“That was barely the tip of the iceberg.” Dean snapped. “This will change you.”

“I’ve already changed. Everything has changed.” You answered, although your voice was low now and you didn’t look up at him. “I don’t have anywhere to go.”

“You can stay until the end of the week. But you have to find somewhere else to be.” Dean said, matter-of-factly before he walked out of the room, not even waiting for your response.

“Dean.” Sam caught up to his older brother. “You know, I can empathize with her.”

Dean looked up at Sam.

“Dean, come on. Look at what demons did to our family.”

Dean gave Sam a pointed look. “And look where that’s got us. A lifetime of hunting evil sons-of-bitches. We’ve died more times than I can count, and that’s not even to mention the people we’ve gotten killed.”

Dean bit the inside of his cheek as he paused.

“I’m not ruining her life. Or getting her killed.”

Sam sighed but knew it was useless arguing with Dean. He turned back in your direction, he could just see the slight sagging of your shoulders as you sat at the table and sighed again. He knew Dean was right, that it’d be safer if you stayed out of senseless revenge fighting.

THANK YOU FOR READING!! PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THOUGHT OF THIS!!

If you want to support me, buy me a coffee!

Character taglists are open!

#resa.fics #resa.3kfiestabingo #twbp fic #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester fic #dean winchester series #dean winchester fanfic #supernatural #spn #spn fanfic #spn imagine #spn series #supernatural fanfic #supernatural x reader #spn x reader #supernatural imagine #dean x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x y/n

[knoxa1ways]

Sharing dorms with them + their confessions!

----------------------------------------------------------

Writer's notes: hey hey, I'm so sorry this took a while, I've been quite busy at school and I've been procrastinating, forgive me 😭😭 I know I meant to write for more female characters, but this one has more male characters since I had more ideas for them 💀💀- but do note that the school au might become a series and I might add more themes + write for more characters :P I also hope that everyone has been doing great and coping well out there! <3 I hope my fanfics could at least make your day better 😹😹

Fluff

School AU + confessions

Xiao, Venti, Hu Tao, Kazuha and Albedo - x reader (individually)

Xiao!

Ok, living in the same dorm as this guy?? How is it like to live one of my dream 😹😹

When you first met him, the first thing that came to your mind was emo. I mean. I would too.

You guys never really talk but when you start getting closer to him, you’ll find out that he’s such a softie, a tsundere in fact!

I would shit tears if I saw him come out of the bathroom with his hair wet…… that shit must’ve been so breath-taking (STOP THIS WAS ME BACK IN FEBRUARY I WAS SUCH A SIMP FOR XIAO 💯💯)

XIAO IN A PONYTAIL XIAO IN A PONYTAIL XIAO IN A PONYTAIL

He cooks your meals sometimes

Generally a really cool person to share a dorm with, as long as you’re nice to him, he’ll eventually open up <3

Your roommate seemed to be a cold person. He was never seen hanging out around other people and he was mostly alone. When you found out you had to share dorms with him, you thought you would have a tough year. You were wrong. So wrong. 

Xiao looked cold and aloof, but he’s honestly a really sweet guy once you get to know him. That one time when you woke up late for school, there was breakfast on the table made by Xiao. “You woke up late, again. My classes don’t start at this hour today so I thought I could make you a simple breakfast to have on the way.” He states, passing a sandwich wrapped neatly in a paper bag along with your favourite coffee. His hair was in a mess and his voice sounded different… It was like it was his morning voice… Wait. Did he just wake up? Was he worried that you overslept and made breakfast to save your ass? You were about to ask him when the door slammed on your face. You couldn’t help but to grin and laugh to yourself. 

Xiao is also a really big tsundere. Like seriously. The other time you were out with another classmate and he saw you flirting with them and he obviously did not seem to be enjoying it. He was frowning and pouting throughout. When you got home though, that was when his true emotions started to show. He pulled you to the couch with him and started cuddling with you. “Xiao… are you… jealous?” you teased. He said nothing in return, face however, turning as red as a tomato. 

“Y-you! Fine… whatever. Just stay like this for a while, Y/N. And… I love you."

Venti!

HE’S MINE STAY AWAY. /j we can share him, Venti simps and enthusiasts are welcome here <3

He’s definitely a class clown. Or he got popular because of his musical talent.

HIS ROOM. HIS ROOM WOULD DEFINITELY BE MESSY.

“Oh hey y/n, ah ah ah, watch the lyre on the ground, don’t step on my precious baby!”

GAME NIGHT. GAME NIGHT.

PRANKS 24/7. IF YOU CAN’T HANDLE SPICE, DON’T BE SURPRISED WHEN YOU TASTE SPICY SEASONINGS IN YOUR INSTANT NOODLES

He’s the background music in your pair work. It’s not pair work anymore it’s just you on your own while he plays on his stupid little lyre. 

“Oh? Contribute? To what? I’ve contributed enough by playing music! Now, focus, or we’re both failing! What? You won’t do it if I don’t join you? Fine, I'll do my part then!”

Going to 7-Eleven stores at 3 am at night is pretty normal with him. He either never sleeps, or sleeps like a pig.

He’s probably the worst roommate you could get. He scores full marks for entertainment but he’s basically useless when it comes to homework or helping around the dorm. He won’t help with the cooking or housework. >:( But he’s cute so you forgive him <3

Your roommate is an energetic person. He gets annoying every now and then, but he’s still a really nice person. He was well known in school for his musical talent and he often performs during special events. When you found out you were going to share  a dorm with him, you had mixed feelings. It was great that you were sharing with someone like him, but he seemed to have no concern about cleanliness or hygiene, whatsoever. 

Venti often goofs around and doesn’t think much about the consequences. You thought he was funny though, no doubt. He’d often crack a silly joke that would make you laugh so much your stomach hurt. He’s sometimes a responsibility and you often have to nag at him before he helps out or does his homework. “Venti! This assignment is graded! Stop fooling around and complete it!” “What assignment was that again? H-Hey! Why are you taking off your slipper and holding it up like that- Ow! Wait, have mercy!” He’d often play on his lyre when you were relaxing. (At least he’s thoughtful..) He never cooks or helps out in the dorm. You have to do all the work for him. His room was a mess, clothes would be scattered everywhere on the floor, even his precious lyre would be on the ground. 

Venti is also a prankster. You should not be surprised to find tons of fake spiders hiding in his drawer collecting dust. (He’s waiting for the chance to prank you <3) You knew he could be rather poetic and romantic, but you never expected him to be that foolish.

The clock displayed large numbers. 2:24 am. Why was Venti not back yet? You knew he went for a huge party that Childe invited everyone to but you didn’t go for it since you weren’t feeling too well. Suddenly the door slammed open with Venti stumbling in. “Heyy~ I’m baaack….” You gasped. Venti did not look well. How did he even manage to find his way back? “Were you out betting with Kaeya, again? Venti, I told you multiple times not to drink so much just to prove you’re better! Look at the state of yourself!” You said, pulling him to his bedroom. 

“Y/N…” He said as you helped him onto his bed. You handed him a glass of water and helped him drink. “Thaank you~ Ugh, Y/N! You look especially blurry tonighttt…” He slurs as he grabs on your cheeks, pulling you closer to him. Your breathing hitched as you felt his warm breath against your skin. “Venti… Please… lie down…” You said, flustered. “Hey… Y/N? I… I love you so muchhh… please cuddle with me tonight…” He slurs on his words, pulling you together with him to lie on his bed. You were facing his sleepy face, only centimetres apart. Wait. Did he just confess to you? You got up and threw a pillow at him. “You dumbass! Confess to me when you’re not drunk! Go to sleep!” You stumbled out of his bed and you were about to leave the room when you felt his hand grip onto your wrist. 

“Y/N… Please… at least sleep with me tonight…”

Hu Tao!

She’s basically Venti, but better. I bet her room would be cleaner at least.

She’ll annoy you until you pay attention to her

Horror movies and horror games. She loves to see you getting frightened out of your guts as you grab onto her arm in fear.

Prankster. If you get scared easily, you’d be doomed.

She probably scores mostly D’s in class…

I like to headcanon that she’s actually pretty good at art. It’s just the art she produces is unique… and scary….

She would cook sometimes, and her cooking often looks suspicious and tastes odd, but you still consume it either way, because you’re such an amazing friend. (Spoilers, you'll be stuck in the toilet for the next couple of days)

She may goof around often but she’s always in your back on call and she’s really loyal.

Study sessions with her would turn into dumb conversations about your classmates and teachers.

Dark jokes or dumb ones that make you want to beat her up

HU TAO WITH HER HAIR DOWN??? SHE’S SO CUTE.

A really fun roommate to have, she’s loyal to you and she’s really nice. Treat her well.

Your roommate is a prankster, she enjoys watching your reactions. You’re often on your toes, unknowing of what she’d do next. She can be really sweet though, and she’s really adorable. Nonetheless, she’s one of the popular girls in school. When you found out you were going to share a dorm with you, you had mixed feelings. You were excited for sure, but at the same time you had your doubts, knowing what she’s like.

Hu Tao has an interesting style and sense of humour that usually sends shivers down your spine, but you can tell she’s trying her best to fit in while being herself. She often reads her poems to you and they leave some sort of impression on you, because her poems have… some sort of dark meaning behind them.

She does help around the house a little, not much. She doesn’t cook though. The reason is… very special for her case. Don’t be surprised if she serves you a plate of suspicious looking spaghetti with meatballs decorated to look like eyeballs… (which she has only served once because you fainted at the sight of those ‘meatballs’) She also enjoys pranking you tons, especially by jumpscaring you. You could just wake up to use the washroom and a freaky mask of some sophisticated monster would greet you right after you open the door.

Interestingly enough, though you knew Hu Tao was talented, you never realised how amazing her art is. Though they’re often a display of darker shades like black or mahogany red, her pieces often turn out really pretty. “Hey Y/N, could you grab me a couple of paint brushes from the art room today and pass them to me? Huh, me? Stealing? Who says? Is there a rule that says that students cannot borrow art supplies from the art room for their own personal use?”

You know that Hu Tao would often drag you onto the couch with her to watch really gory horror movies, but you never realise what her true plan was behind all of that. It was about 1 am in the morning when both of you were both huddled together on the couch, eyes glued onto the television. “Tao… this is scaring me…” “Come on Y/N! Just a little longer! This is the part!” You squeezed your eyes shut as you covered your ears and huddled closer to her. You could hear the muffled sounds of the television and Hu Tao’s giggles. You felt her warm hands suddenly grab onto both your wrists and pull them apart from your ears.

“Relax, Y/N. Scoot over if you’re scared, I’m here, you’re not alone. Thank you for watching this movie with me even though you obviously don’t enjoy this genre of movies. I appreciate it and.. Well uh, I know this is an awkward time to say, but I really love you, Y/N.”

Kazuha!

THIS MAN. THIS MAN.

He’s probably one of the popular guys let’s be honest, he’s literally perfect

You were surprised to hear that out of everyone, he was sharing a dorm with you.

(let’s say you had a crush on him, because why else would you be reading this.)

KAZUHA WITH HIS HAIR DOWN KAZUHA WITH HIS HAIR DOWN

He would cook your meals like the malewife he is.

You loved his cookings, they were usually fish but they tasted amazing and his cooking technique for every meal would be different

Oh god imagine movie nights with him… and he’ll let you lean on his shoulder…. Awww….

Perfect roommate. He’s not messy, respects you, gentleman, sweet, good looking, cooks your meals and even studies with you

Your roommate is soft-hearted. He was good looking and well known in school. You admired him a lot. Many girls swoon over him and you felt as if you were out of his league and thus never tried communicating with him. When you found out that he was going to share dorms with you, obviously you were exhilarated. Your crush, sharing a dorm with you? You’d die for that opportunity!

Kazuha is a true gentleman. He cooks and helps around the house. He even studies with you and treats you nicely. He’s talented in Literature and you wouldn’t be surprised to hear his dulcet voice reading beautiful poems. He usually is the one that cooks your meals, and the dishes often had fish in it. You weren’t complaining though. You loved eating fish, and this was cooked by your crush after all. When studying with him, it always felt refreshing. His voice was calm and soothing, you always felt safe when you listened to him read out some of the notes. Bonus, you got to see his hair down. Which was something no one got to see, other than you. You loved that you got to see sides of Kazuha that nobody could. You felt special.

You know that Kazuha is a romantic person. You’d get jealous over the love letters and poems sent to him by a bunch of girls trying to catch his attention. He’d usually look through them in the living room, and you’d often roll your eyes over the stupid little poems those pink letters with tons of hearts contained. Kazuha was observant and picked that up almost immediately. He laughed lightly. “Y/N? What’s with that reaction? Jealous that you don’t get any love letters? Or upset that I’ve been getting too many love letters but you want my attention?” Your heart stopped. “Me? Oh, no well uh… I…” You just ran off to your room and slammed the door, hiding your face in your hands. Kazuha grinned, much to his amusement.

On the next day when you got back from school, you had the biggest surprise of your life. Kazuha wouldn’t be at the dorm as his classes started later than yours, which means he would be back in about three hours, much to your relief. You did not wish to see him after you’ve embarrassed yourself. You went to your room and shut the door. Slouching on your chair, you sighed. You got up to get food when you noticed a pretty red envelope on your desk. Beside it was your favourite flower and a maple leaf. You grabbed the envelope and took out the letter. You gasped at its contents, turning red.

As these maple leaves fall,

It reminds me of it all,

Gracefully, you entered my life.

And I fell in love at first sight,

But I stayed quiet until that night.

Thank you for opening my eyes.

Let’s soar high in the skies,

With our hands intertwined together.

Allow me to stay with you forever.

And I’ll love you until the end of time.

-Kazuha.

Albedo!

Rounded glasses!

He’s probably hella quiet but once you get to know him, it’s pretty fun.

You’re probably his only friend because he practically talks to no one, and he doesn’t just have casual talk with stupid people. (you’re smart in his eyes <3)

3 am study sessions…. Because I said so.

Falling asleep on his lap as he studies is pretty normal

Y'all just eat instant noodles or McDonald's…

He probably never leaves his room, so you camp in there to disturb his busy ass

"Ah Y/N, I assume you have come to annoy me once again, haven't you? Well, don't be shy, make yourself at home. Just don't ruin my experiment, that'd be awful for me to clean up."

He tutors you. If you're terrible at science, like straight up terrible, he's gonna make sure you get on his level in a month or so. He's scary.

Can we talk about Albedo fanart real quick??

Anyways I think he'd be a good roommate. He's not the most entertaining person to be with but he definitely tries his best to make you laugh.

Your roommate is intelligent. He is soft spoken and often locks himself in the laboratory to work on his experiments. You admit, he’s good looking and that made him quite well known in school. There were often people crowding outside the laboratory, eyes glued on him in awe as he worked on his experiments. When you found out that you were sharing a dorm with him, you didn’t really have much of a reaction, you just thought that you two wouldn’t communicate with each other at all.

You were half correct about that. At first, Albedo never leaves his room, you were worried for his sake and you often ordered food for him and placed the meal on his desk whenever it was mealtime. Until one morning, he was the one that came into your room with food in his hands. “Oh, Y/N, I prepared some food for you. I know it’s not the best, but I just wanted to repay you for helping me order all those meals. If it weren’t for you, I’d probably be starving until midnight daily.” You glanced at the plate of scrambled eggs with a side of bacon paired along with a scrumptious sandwich. “T-This is for… m-me? I wasn’t expecting this at all… Thank you, Albedo, I really appreciate it.” You smiled as you took the plate in your hands. You were surprised to hear the next thing he said; “I know I don’t ever hang out with others, but you’re always welcome to study with me, just come into my room as you’d like. Also, I would love to get to know you more.” he comments, closing the door gently, leaving you alone to your own thoughts. Albedo? Wanting to be friends? You were punching the air in joy. You just won the attention of someone everyone wants to be close with.

After that day, you’d often barge into his room without consent, lie on his bed and watch him study. He’d often roll his eyes as you do that but he smiles sweetly, he seems to always enjoy your presence whenever you enthusiastically share about your day to him. He would also allow you to lay on his lap whenever he was studying. You also became the only person who could enter the laboratory when he’s occupying it. Of course, many rumours spread that Albedo has a secret lover, and many people were jealous of your friendship with Albedo, but you never took it to heart.

You were laying on Albedo’s lap (as per usual) and you were rambling on about your day and how tired you were. He smiles and laughs lightly, “Y/N? Tired? Sounds like an unusual match, you’re usually very energetic.” You pout at his statement. “Hmph! If you say so, I’ll sleep then! Good night!” You say, eyes fluttering shut. You were dozing off as you heard a muffled giggle and you felt a hand running through your hair.

"Well, it’s been quite a while I’ve been wanting to say this, but I wouldn’t dare to. I love you Y/N. My feelings were there even before we shared dorms and I have always had the urge to talk to you, but I didn’t know how. Are you truly asleep? I wonder. Sweet dreams, Y/N.”

----------------------------------------------------------

Ahhh okay!!! That took so long to edit and write istg. I'm so sorry once again for my procrastination and slow drive to complete my fanfics 😹😹

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin impact x reader #headcanon #genshin impact headcanons #hu tao x reader #genshin hutao #hu tao genshin impact #xiao x you #genshin xiao #xiao x reader #xiao x y/n #xiao headcanons #hu tao x you #venti x you #venti x reader #venti x y/n #venti headcanons #albedo x y/n #albedo x you #albedo headcanons #albedo x reader #albedo #kazuha x you #kazuha x y/n #kazuha genshin x reader #kazuha genshin impact #kazuha x reader #kazuha

[dailydose-ofme]

JUST ONE GAME

Heartstopper sister series. Part 3

Again a special thanks to @people594 your amazing and I really appreciate all your comment. For some reason I can't reply to them só ill do them on here instead. Love you x

"Nick!" The older boy looked up from his phone and sat up more in his bed. "Nick!" Eloise replied again. Panic stired inside of him until that abrubtly stopped when the younger girl burst in his room with a huge smile on her face. Nick relaxed. "What is it?" Eloise let out a chorus of exited giggles. Nick couldn't help but join it. "Ella, just tell me what's gotten you so giggly" Eloise straightened up and cleared her throat. "Nick.." He raised his eyebrows as to say to go on. "Can you teach me how to play rugby" She said really quickly.

Nick had never been so happy to be asked something before. He just leaped of his bed and wrapped his arms around her. "Nick" eloise groaned. "I thought you'd never ask" He spun her around.

"First rule of playing rugby..." Nick started as the two siblings walked across the park. "Is that you are always fully aware of your surroundings" Eloise nodded eagerly, ready to learn. Nick smiled at her in return. He couldn't have been more happier that his super wanted to play, taking after his footsteps. But one thing did keep clawing at him. Why all of a sudden does she want to play rugby?

"Right, let's start with-" but before nick finished, hewas cut off by eloise being tackled to the ground. "Charlie!" Eloise Shouted after grabbing nicks offering hand infront of her and pulled her up. "What are you doing here?" "Well nick and I thought that i could come and help. He texted me." Nick smiled at charlie and charlie mirrord. "okay love birds, lets go"

They played for hours, tossing the ball, tackling, running.

"Tackle him Ella! Tackle! Tackle! Ha! Charlie your out!!!" Nick cheered. "She cheated!" The curly haired boy protested. "I did not!" The girls mouth shot open in disagreement. Without thinking she charged at him and they both fell to the ground. Nick jogged over to them and cheered. "Good job Lou! Your a pro."

The three sat down on the grass together. Lou occasionally picking up daises and making a daisy chain. Nick watched her and how she was so gentle so she wouldn't break the grass in the process. How could such a gentle girl want to play a rough sport. He almost regretted his decision about letting her play incase she got hurt. Eloise was somewhat fragile anyway. Fragile physiche and mind.

The question that was previously on his mind popped up again. He decided he should put his mind at bay.

"Lou?" She turned to look at him. "Why do you want to play rugby all of a sudden?" She looked at him blankly. "I-I mean it doesn't really look like your kind of thing. Well it isn't your kind of thing. I mean it's great you want to and your good at it. But you've never been interested in it before?" Charlie also turned to look at her. "I think it looks fun, I wanted a change" she replied. Nick took a deep breathe. "But that's not it though, is it?" He said rather sternly, but not to harsh. The small brunette girl and the taller curly haired boy looked at Nick in a stunned way. "I know you ella, more than you think I do. And I know that "because its fun" isn't the real reason. Talk to me. I'm here so talk to me"

Eloise took a shaky breathe. "I'm scared nick. I-Ive heard stories-" Nick cut her off. "What kind of stories lou?" Nick was worried, very worried and he was going to get to the bottom of it. "About boys- saying- doing things they shouldn't" Nick and Charlie listened to every word. "You know none of that will never ever happen to you. I won't let it" Nick moved closer towards her. "You don't know that" Nick was in shock. Almost in pain that his sister has to live in endless fear of that something might happen and he can't change that. And that made him feel useless and he wasn't doing enough has a big brother. "You don't know that. Anything could happen. It may not have happend yet, I m just scared. I-I don't know, I guess I just wanted to be prepared, it's stupid and I'm sorry." Eloise looked down, blinking away a few tears. A chorus on "no no no's" filled her ears. "It's not stupid, don't say that. None of us will let anything happen you, we swear on our lives." Eloise felt someone hold her hand. Charlie. He smiled at her and smiled gratefully in return. "Thankyou guys" The two older boys wrapped her in a hug and sat in silence for a while until it was time to go home.

That night before nick went to bed, he peeked through his sisters bedroom door to see her fast asleep in her purple coded themed room. He crept in and fixed the covers a bit more so she wouldn't get cold. She looked peacefully and fear-free. And he swore an oath that night to keep her that way.

Sorry its short! Thankyou for reading and thanks for the support! If anyone has any requests then please comment. If you are unable too heres me insta @ incase that's the only way to contact me (Alliebowerman). Just drop me a message!

#heartstopper #nick and charlie #nick nelson #charlie spring #tara and darcy #tara jones #darcy olsson #tao xu #elle argent #sister reader #big brother #rugby #womens rights

[smimon]

Something something hope confirmed something something I had no faith but kept going only to succeed in the most unexpected moment something something I was about to continue anyway but if I lose both the faith and the hope in the future, I should remember this one time it worked

This is a post about my creative process and it is very personal to me but it might be difficult to understand because I am not good with words and it is basically the very point here

So yeah many of the comics I make come from my need to communicate certain messages, and I am very bad at communication so it usually doesn't work.

I look at the "failed" stories and save them for later, hoping to perfect them when I have more skill, but in the meantime I recycle the same motif in a new story.

New fandom, new characters, new setting, new tone, new genre, same heart, same me.

And I keep adding them, rows of iterations of the same message dressed in new clothes like character skins in video games. And I keep thinking: I will return to you all and complete you all in the future, and this way my message will be heard, it will be heard in many voices until it maybe gets to someone.

Then something unexpected happened with giant K series. I explained it somewhere, this series is based on a kind of motif I have been using for years, every few years a new retelling, new layout, new skin, but at core always the same.

(How to explain it? It is a silly comedy series, but at the same time it can be a reflection of a strained mind, silenced heart, confused soul. I don't have the right words yet.)

And this time, for the first time ever, it worked. I managed to start posting it, I managed to complete the plot, I managed to make it consistent, whole, harmonic.

And I almost dropped the series soon after it started, ready to put it among its ancestors to wait forever for a revival. But a friend encouraged me to keep going, and after The Post I managed to regain faith in it myself. And then, just recently, I realized that I did in fact manage to tell the story. I alreay told it. This did not change much in the world, but it changed a lot in myself.

And I started to think that maybe I couldn't complete the message before because I didn't have the right material, not enough building bricks that could fit together to form the shape of my thought. And maybe I will never get to complete the other variants of this motif, because the tools I have used constructing them were not the right ones. It was always trial and error, and I am lucky to have somehow landed a way that worked.

(I can still use the plots built around the older takes to tell stories to entertain so it's not like they are useless or something. Also I love them dearly and will never leave them)

I don't know, I am just so happy this lil series got to exist, and that it brings people joy. It brings something else to me too, something I cannot exactly express with words. I might make another comic about it one day lol

#been thinking obsessively how a dream can come true almost unnoticeably #i just now noticed something that was already accomplished last year #i um. i think i am learning how to focus less on the worries and more on the real world #thanks to my friends this is possible 🥺 #vent post #diary post #making this unrebloggable because i dont want to make strangers feel uncomfortable reading this if they don't know what to expect from me #but maybe i am wrong and maybe it is not that bad idk let me know #i love to read about other peoples creative process and maybe someone will enjoy this too idk idk

[whump-me]

Martyr, Chapter 19: The Truth This Time

Chapter 19 of Martyr, a novel-length sci-fi whump story about a captured Martian rebel with a secret and the renowned interrogator who has waited a decade for the chance to break him. This series is best read in order. Masterpost here.

Contains: multiple defiant whumpees, cold whumper, restraints, interrogation, verbal sparring, forced to watch, hand stabbing, blood, brief wound infection mention, adult characters described as “kids” by an older and more jaded narrator

---

Wraith

Isadora left him alone for a while after that—to think, she said. So think he did. He sat under the harsh lights of the interrogation room, the cuffs cutting off his blood flow and digging into his probably-infected ankle wound, and he thought about Gabriel. He pictured himself in Gabriel’s office again, imagined Gabriel looking at him with those sorrowful eyes. I’m sorry, imaginary Gabriel kept saying. And, I never should have let you do this.

Shut up, Wraith answered. Then, aloud, “Shut up,” just to hear something beside the hissing of the air vent. Gabriel didn’t answer.

In his imaginings, he wasn’t pacing back and forth in front of Gabriel’s desk. He was sitting cuffed to a metal chair, all but three of his fingers swollen and bent at odd angles. It was getting harder for Wraith to forget where he was.

Good. He couldn’t afford to drop his defenses, even for a moment. Especially not now. Isadora knew the truth now, which meant the stakes of her game had gone up. She wouldn’t waste her time on trying to get some useless statement from him anymore. Now they were playing for Gabriel’s life.

When Isadora came back, she wasn’t alone. Two guards followed in her wake, dragging a prisoner between them. Wraith couldn’t tell if they were the same guards as before. They all looked the same in their Special Security uniforms, a dark enough blue to hide the blood, with that hated blue-and-green emblem. They all wore the same flat neutrality on their faces, the empty expression that almost hid their nerves around Isadora. News of what had she had done last night must have gotten around.

Then he got a look at the prisoner.

At first, he thought it was Callum, and dizziness washed over him. Had last night actually happened? Had he hallucinated all of it? But when he blinked, and looked again, he didn’t know how he could have mistaken this man for the other.

They were both kids, or near enough, but that was where the similarities ended. Where Callum had been broken and empty-eyed, this man snarled and spat defiance. The guards had to tighten their grip on his arms until their knuckles were white to keep him from wrenching himself free, even with his hands cuffed behind him. He spent every curse word under the sun as he kicked and flailed against them.

His eyes shone with a painful courage—painful because Wraith knew how futile it was. And because Wraith knew that look—the defiance in his voice, the fury on his face. He might as well have been looking at himself from ten years ago. That was how well he knew that aura of fury that threatened to consume him along with everything around him… and that deep well of devotion shining in the young man’s rage-filled eyes.

Wraith had always been willing to die for Gabriel. And he had never been the only one.

Isadora motioned toward the empty chair. The guards uncuffed the prisoner and shoved him hard into the chair, then got to work securing him. Wraith swallowed, his mouth dry.

He knew why this man was here.

“Don’t you do it,” he spat at Isadora. “Don’t you dare.” Empty words. Because what was he going to do to her if she drew a line down his cheek with a knife, if she beat him to death right here in this room? He could threaten her all he liked, but he would start begging again if she came anywhere close to what she had done to Callum. He knew it, and he knew Isadora knew it.

Isadora checked the prisoner’s restraints carefully, just as she had with Callum. “That’s not what we’re doing today,” she said as she tightened one of his wrist cuffs. “Not yet, at least. I think it’s time for us to have another civilized conversation. One where we both tell the truth, this time.”

She stood and leaned against the wall behind the young prisoner. He spat a curse over his shoulder at her.

“Don’t,” Wraith told the prisoner quietly, earning him a dirty look from the man. Wraith remembered being that age. Back then, he had thought any deference shown to an Earth soldier—including passing one in the street without offering a snarl and a shouted curse—was tantamount to surrender. It was a wonder he had survived.

“I don’t buy it,” he said to Isadora. “If you just want to talk, why bring anyone else into it?”

“Because I’d prefer this conversation to be more fruitful than our last. I intend to get to know you—the real you, this time. For every lie you tell, and every question you refuse to answer, I’ll hurt this man. I’m sure you remember how that goes.” She stepped forward to place a possessive hand on the prisoner’s shoulder. The prisoner bared his teeth at her like he wanted to bite it off at the wrist. She tightened her grip.

“And what makes you think you can tell when I’m lying?” Wraith asked, summoning the ghost of his former smirk. “You didn’t have a clue last time.”

Isadora dug her fingernails into the prisoner’s shoulder, drawing a noise of pain from him that he couldn’t quite suppress. “I didn’t know how the pieces fit together then,” she said. “Now I do. You’re exactly what you seemed to be at our first meeting—someone incapable of inspiring a movement, capable only of a few meaningless gestures of defiance and then an early death. I read you accurately from the start; I simply didn’t have enough information to recognize that. So yes, if you lie, I’ll know.”

Wraith had his doubts. But he kept quiet. From this moment forward, he didn’t intend to say anything to her unless he had to. As it was, she was already going to make him say more than he wanted to. He wouldn’t give up anything that could lead her to Gabriel, but if she wanted to demonstrate her power over him by making him play this little game, he would play. He would be her trained parrot and say everything she wanted to hear. He would let her earn all the victories she wanted, so long as it meant not watching someone die in front of him so he could rack up a few meaningless points in a made-up game.

“Let’s not waste our time with unimportant questions,” said Isadora. “I’d prefer to skip straight to what I’m the most curious about.” She took out her knife and ran her finger slowly down the blade, careful to avoid the cutting edge. “When the leader of your rebellion asked you to sacrifice your life, why did you agree to do it? I know the man is persuasive, but what precisely was it that persuaded you? You have your flaws—and they are many—but I can tell you’re too strong-willed to be swayed easily.”

“I told you,” said Wraith, “he didn’t ask me. It was all my idea. Were you listening at all?”

In a single sharp motion, Isadora slammed the knife down into the back of the prisoner’s hand. The prisoner howled in intermingled pain and range. Blood seeped out from around the blade. It hadn’t sunk in far—the tip had stopped when it hit the metal arm of the chair. But it had pierced his hand all the way through, and Wraith suspected it had gone through at least one important tendon on the way. Just like his own, the prisoner’s hand would never heal, even if by some miracle he made it out. Wraith felt sick.

The prisoner looked down at his hand with gritted teeth. Isadora held the blade in place, like she was pinning a butterfly. The prisoner’s face went a shade paler. He swallowed. For the first time since he had walked into the room, fear overtook the anger in his eyes.

Wraith wondered if the man, for all his defiance, had ever felt real pain before.

“You can’t say we’re playing a game and then break the rules you set out,” Wraith ground out through gritted teeth. “You said you’d hurt him if I lied. I’m not lying.”

“I think you are,” she said. Then she gave a small shrug and pulled the knife free at an angle that widened the wound. The motion looked careless, but Wraith knew that nothing Isadora did was anything less than precise—except when the ice in her eyes thawed. And right now, her eyes were still cold enough to give Wraith a shiver when he looked at her. She was just trying to do one last bit of damage. It worked. The prisoner let out a strangled groan through his teeth.

Blood welled up from his hand. It formed rivers on his skin, and those rivers became smaller streams, splitting and splitting again as the blood ran down his fingers and dripped onto the floor.

“I think you’re lying,” Isadora repeated without so much as sparing a glance for the prisoner, “but I’ll let you have that one for now. We can come back to it later. For now, I’ll rephrase—why did you sacrifice yourself?”

“Because he has to survive,” said Wraith. With that, his words ran dry, because what else was there to say? But Isadora was still watching him expectantly, holding up the knife in anticipation.

“You said it yourself,” he said. “He’s the one who inspires everyone. He’s the one who can get them to fight. I sure as hell can’t do it. If he dies, the rebellion dies, and I wasn’t about to let that happen. I wasn’t ready to let Earth win.”

The knife came down again. This time, Isadora had to lean over to jam it into the center of the prisoner’s other hand. The man jerked against his restraints, but she had tightened them expertly—the only thing that moved was his neck, jerking futilely as the muscles stood out in sharp cords.

She pulled the knife free once more. A glistening drop of blood dripped from the blade onto her uniform pants. She wrinkled her nose in distaste and pulled out a black cloth, which she used to wipe the blade clean. The prisoner stared down at his hands, at the blood flowing up from his skin and then down onto the floor. Isadora didn’t look at him.

“I went easy on the last one to give you a chance to understand your situation,” said Isadora. “I don’t have any reason to do that this time. You already know how this works. That means you need to be careful with those lies of yours, or you’re going to have to watch another of your friends die. Maybe the one who sent you here would find that acceptable, but I don’t think you would. Choose your next answer carefully.”

“Don’t you even talk about him,” spat Wraith. “It’s just as well you don’t know his name. You wouldn’t be worthy of speaking it. You don’t understand anything about him, because you think everyone is like you.”

Isadora answered with a thin smile, as if she had earned a small victory. “Why did you choose to sacrifice your life?”

Wraith took a breath before answering. If he got it wrong again, he didn’t know where the knife would go next, except that it would be someplace worse than the hands this time. Besides, what he really wanted to say was fuck you, and somehow he didn’t think that would get a better reaction.

He called up his mental image of Gabriel again. He imagined Gabriel asking the question—Why did you volunteer? Why didn’t you let me talk you out of this? He imagined himself standing in front of Gabriel’s desk, his limbs twitching with nervous energy, as he insisted it was for the cause. Maybe he would even have believed it. But it would have been a lie all the same. Wraith didn’t give a damn about the cause. Not compared to Gabriel.

I did it for everyone who would die or give up hope if you weren’t there to lead them, he tried next. His imagined Gabriel shook his head, his face solemn. That was closer, but it wasn’t right either. If he said it aloud to Isadora, the prisoner would lose an eye, or worse.

Wraith let out a quiet sigh. “I did it for him,” he said. “Because he didn’t deserve to die at your hands, and I couldn’t stand to let it happen. I’m sorry if you want more than that. But that’s the answer, all right? That’s what I’ve got.” He looked down at the table, letting his head fall into his face. He stared down at his blurry reflection in the polished metal surface, so he wouldn’t have to watch the knife come down again.

But Isadora didn’t move. “Why?” she pressed. “What makes him worth sacrificing for? Why does he inspire such devotion?”

Wraith sneered at her. “Why do you care? Are you wondering why no one loves you the way they love him, even though you two are supposedly so alike?”

Isadora raised the knife.

“Stop,” he said hastily. “I’ll answer, all right? Just give me a minute.”

Isadora waited, knife hovering in the air.

He wanted to say it was because the rebellion needed Gabriel. It was the right answer, the noble answer. It was what he had told Gabriel, back when he had insisted on doing this. But he knew that if he said it out loud, Isadora would bring the knife down.

Wraith swallowed. “Because I love him,” he said through clenched teeth. “And when you love someone, you’ll do any stupid thing to keep them safe. Not that you would know. Are you happy now? Is that what you wanted to hear?”

---

Tagged: @straight-to-the-pain @soheavyaburden @gala1981 @whumpacabra @sacredwrath @suspicious-whumping-egg @sonder35 @decahedron-crabclaw @seasaltandcopper @tremendousenemyhideout @bloodinkandashes @whumplr-reader @whatiswhumpblog

Ask to be added or remove from taglist.

#whump #whump writing #whump story #whump novel #my writing #my writing: Martyr #sci-fi whump #interrogation whump

[thegrimdog13]

I live that opposite au! It's very creative :) (I would actually love to see a part 2! Or a scenario/short story!)

Headcannons for opposite au pt.2

Thank you so much I try to be as creative as possible for you guys! I’ll do a part 2 on the headcannons for this one! But I’m thinking about eventually making maybe a mini side series on it or something. Also I’m definitely doing some art for it! But I might need some suggestions on who I should do first or a situation for the drawing. With that being said hope you enjoy ❤️.

————————————————————————

•Jane is very protective over Jeff. She will literally kill somebody who tries to hurt him.

•Liu doesn’t like Jane because of her behavior towards Jeff. He thinks that she is disgusting for not hating Jeff after what he has done.

•Jeff has a crush on Nina but Nina thinks he is super ugly. ( I thought this might be an interesting thing to throw in)

•Jeff thinks Nina is super pretty and smart but She hates him which makes him really sad.

•LJ ( which from now on I will refer to as CJ in this au) has a hard time talking to anyone without crying.

•Every time CJ starts to cry Jeff tries to comfort him ( so Jeff is just constantly going over to Crying Jack like it’s okay buddy)

•Sally thinks it’s really funny to scare people. She mostly goes after Jeff and CJ because they will either cry or scream. She finds it hilarious.

•Tim and Brian are basically in a toxic relationship because Tim just tells him to shut up twenty four seven. But Brian doesn’t care because he is hella a simp.

•Tim is basically a  tsundere.

•Brian will get Tim flowers and he will throw them away right in front of him. But you know he dam well digs them out of the trash when Brian leaves lol.

•Lulu bullies everyone and Sally thinks it’s funny until she does it to her.

•EJ literally will bring in a deer he killed and leave it at people’s door ways like a cat. 

•EJ literally growls at people when he gets annoyed or angry with them.

•When I said EJ is feral he is feral lol

•Clocky literally will pass out if she sees someone bleed. She is the most useless of them all when it comes to killing.

•Toby can sit still for hours just staring at a wall.

•Slender looks so unthreatening that it is funny. But somehow he still can control all these people lol.

•Sally, Lulu, and Liu get along really well. Because they are all asses lol.

•Jeff has definitely got a teddy bear for Nina on Valentines and she has definitely straight up laughed in his face and said fuck off.

•Ben literally never shuts up about swimming and Jeff’s a little concerned.

•Ben loves the outdoors and doesn’t like just sitting around inside.

•Ben literally hates gaming and will point every flaw in games and how bad they are for you like it is a sin to play them.

•Ben watched one video and will never do it again……. I wonder what he saw 😨

•Sally tries to get Ben to join in the chaos but he is like no I have to go look at treessssss.

•Jeff hates horror and loves watching comedies but like the cheesy ones that probably have a side plot of romance.

•Tim hates Jeff because he doesn’t own the fact he has killed so many people.

•Nina has literally poisoned Jeff’s food luckily he only got food poisoning and threw it all up.

•Some how Jeff still adores her and says she is just so pretty.

•Jeff has the most wholesome crush on Nina but she literally wants to break him.

•Nina has probably asked Jeff on a date just for her to show up with a bat to bash is head in. But luckily he probably talked to Jane about it for like hours. She was like this is super suspicious and followed him. 

————————————————————————

If you want more I will gladly make a part three! Hope that these were good enough. I’m a little tired lol. Anyway love you all ❤️

#creepypasta #jeff the killer #creepypasta rewrite #new series #creepypasta headcanon #au #creepypasta redesign #eyeless jack #nina the killer #jane the killer #Laughing Jack #sally williams #ben drowned #ben drown #slenderman #slenderverse #slender proxy #proxies #tim wright #brian thomas #masky #hoodie #homicidal liu #ticci toby #clockwork #Marble hornets au #marble hornets #Creepypasta au #jeff the killer headcanons #creepypasta headcanons

[khaleesiofalicante]

“Raziel, for once in your goddamn useless life, do something and help us out. And no, I will not be taking no for an answer.”

Alexandra James Herondale - LBAF Series.

Art by @thorndale​ @elisial​. Click for better quality.

A short story about Lexi under the cut before you meet her again next week 💖

She wiped away the blood dripping down her jaw and grinned. “Is that all you got?”

Liv grinned at her as she put up her blond hair in a ponytail. “I’m just getting started, gorgeous.”

Lexi coughed. “Keep the pet names out of the boxing ring, Carstairs.”

Her girlfriend cocked her head and threw a punch. “So, you can fight dirty. But I can’t?”

Lexi ducked and swivelled around. “How am I playing dirty?”

“Those shorts are too short and you know it,” Olivia hissed at her. 

Lexi couldn’t help but smirk. So, she did notice the shorts then. Good. Lexi was going to order a couple more later. 

“That sounds like an excuse,” Lexi shrugged and kicked Liv on the thigh. 

The girl hissed but then grinned slowly. “So, we’re allowed wear whatever we want then?” Then she proceeded to take off her shirt. 

“Olivia!” Lexi gasped. “Put that back on right now!”

“Nope,” the other girl shrugged, her pink bralette catching sunlight. “I’m just gonna fight you like this.”

“By the angel,” Lexi groaned. “Anyone could walk in. Liv. Please.”

“It’s called tit for tat,” her girlfriend argued. 

“No tits!” Lexi hissed. “Come on!”

Liv laughed at that and pulled her closer, gently pressing their lips together. “Lexi.”

“Hm?”

“I don’t want to go back home,” Liv whispered. 

“Me neither,” Lexi whispered back. “Tokyo is the bomb.”

Liv smiled a little. “I’m going to miss you so much. I love…I love waking up next to you in the morning.”

“I love falling asleep next to you every night,” Lexi confessed. 

“What if we didn’t have to stop?” Liv asked. 

“What do you mean?” Lexi asked. 

“What if we keep doing this?” Liv asked, chewing on her lip. “What if you stayed with me?”

Keep doing this? What did that mean?

Did Liv want to travel to more institutes? Explore the world with Lexi? Oh, that sounded like so much fun! 

“I would love that!” Lexi gushed. “Yes! Of course! Let’s do that!”

Liv looked genuinely shocked. She pulled Lexi closer and kissed her hard. Lexi grinned into the kiss and grinned even more when they pulled back. 

“I thought you might say no,” Liv chuckled nervously. “I know you love New York.”

“Hm?” Lexi said, feeling a little dazed by the kiss. 

“I know Los Angeles is different. But you’ll love it there,” Liv smiled softly. “I haven’t even told my parents we’re moving in. But I can talk to them when we get back and-”

“What?” Lexi blinked. 

“Do you want to talk to yours first?” Liv asked. “Maybe you should. I know Uncle Jace loves me. But he probably won’t let me steal you away. Should I ask my mom to talk to him?”

Excuse me? What the fuck was going on???

“You can bring Dorian Gray if that’s what you’re worried about,” Olivia frowned. “Lexi. What’s wrong?”

Shit. Okay. 

Lexi might have misread the whole situation. Abort! Abort! 

“Olivia, I thought-”

“Um. Hi. Should I come back?”

They both turned around. 

Oh, for crying out loud!

“Hey, Asahi!” Lexi laughed nervously. “What’s up?”

Asahi was a mundane with sight who lived in Tokyo. Lexi and Liv had met him during the very first week of their travel year. 

He was quite new to the shadow world. 

But he was super cool. He loved anime. He was very good with mundane technology. And he loved video games and superheroes. 

The boy was a level one geek. 

Lexi and Asahi got along really well. Mostly because Asahi thought Lexi was a superhero too. 

But also Asahi liked Gigi and thought she was really cool. And Lexi loved people who celebrated her parabatai. 

“Sorry about that,” Liv said, putting her shirt back on. “Are we going out for lunch as planned?”

Since both of them were going back to the US end of this week, they had decided to get lunch together with their mundane friend. Asahi even promised to visit Idris like some other mundanes with the sight did on Fridays. 

“Yes,” the boy nodded. “But I also have a surprise for Lexi.”

“I love surprises!” Lexi said and hopped off the boxing ring. 

Well. She flew, actually. But no need to flex. 

“Wow,” Asahi said as he did every time he saw her fly. “Okay. So, I was looking for something to give you before you went back to New York. I didn’t think I would find out. But I did.”

“Is it the Spiderman suit you got signed from Andrew Garfield?”

“No. I’m not giving you that,” the boy said in an offended tone. 

Lexi laughed and following along with Liv, the two of them holding hands and swimming them back and forth. 

Lexi looked at their hands nervously. 

Moving into together? Isn’t that too soon? And moving to LA? Isn’t that place too warm??

“Ta-da!” Asahi chuckled nervously. 

“Is that a fucking gun?” Lexi gaped as she grabbed the device from the boy. “Asahi. Shadowhunters are not supposed to carry guns!”

“Not all shadowhunters,” Asahi shook his head. “This one belonged to James Herondale.”

“Tessa’s son!” Liv beamed. “Lex, you were named after him, weren’t you?”

“Um. Yeah,” Lexi said as she twisted around the strange object. “It looks smaller than the ones in the movies.”

“This a design from the early 20th century,” Asahi informed. “It was designed by Christopher Lightwood.”

“Lightwoods really do bad bitches,” Lexi hummed. “Gigi would love to see it. We should take a picture and send it to her.”

“Actually, you can keep it,” Asahi blushed. “I bought it for you.”

Liv frowned at that. 

“Oh my god! It’s not like that!” the boy squealed. “It’s just…Being a mundane in the shadow world is really hard. I know the Consul is trying to change your ways. But some people are…well, they’re not really nice to us. But Lexi has always been nice to me and I wanted to get you something.”

“Oh,” Lexi said. 

“I heard one of the shadowhunters here talking about your ancestors and how he used a gun because he had demon blood-“

“And because he is a bad bitch.”

“And because of that,” Asahi chuckled. “So, yeah. I managed to find it. I actually bought it from a shadow market in Istanbul. I have no idea how it ended up there.”

“This…This is very sweet of you,” Lexi said, clutching the gun. “Even though I can’t use it.”

“But don’t you have a little bit of demon blood?” Liv asked. “Won’t it work for you?”

Lexi pointed the gun at the wall and pulled the trigger. 

“Nope,” she replied. 

“Christ!” Liv said, clutching her ears in advance. “Lexi. Give a warning next time.”

“Looks like all the extra angel blood cancelled out the demon blood,” Lexi noted sadly. Then she grinned at her friend. “But this is still a pretty dope weapon to have. I will carry it around with me. Thanks, Asahi.”

“You’re welcome,” the boy grinned at her. 

“Shadowhunters don’t use guns,” Liv noted.

“First time for everything,” Lexi winked at her. 

She hoped not. Guns were not really dope. She didn’t like them at all. 

Lexi loved weapons. Always have and always will. 

But guns were just...They felt wrong. She didn’t know why. 

But she kept the device to herself. 

Not because it was a gun. But because it belonged to her family. 

And Lexi loved her family more than anything. 

She didn’t want to leave them. At least not yet. 

She wondered how to tell Liv that without hurting her feelings. 

“So. About what we discussed earlier,” Olivia said nervously when they walked back to the Tokyo institute after lunch. 

“Yeah,” Lexi swallowed. “Liv. I just-“

“It’s okay if you don’t wanna do it,” Liv interrupted. “I know…I didn’t think you would say yes anyway.”

“You didn’t?” Lexi blinked. 

“Your institute is not like mine. I mean sure I get to hang out with Achilles and Aurelia and sometimes even Anjali. But I spend most of my time alone - or with my parents. But it’s not like that for you. Your entire family is in New York. You have more friends. And New York is closer to Idris and to Gigi and I understand if you don’t want to leave all of them for me. I’m not that important. We’ve only been dating for a couple of years. It’s fine.”

That sounded so sad and so stupid. Lexi hated it. 

“Of course you are important,” Lexi replied. “And that’s why I’m going to move in with you.”

Wait. What are you saying? What are these words coming out your mouth?? 

“Really?” Olivia said, her eyes wide. “Lexi. I…I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Lexi whispered back, clutching her girlfriend tightly. 

Well. Fuck. 

#LEXI OMG #lexi herondale #lbaf #love binds all futures #thorndale

[randomnameless]

If I can be the devil's advocate, the victim blaming helps illustrate how misguided Supreme Leader is and is one of the few aspects that support her status as the villain/antagonist. (And if anyone defends victim blaming especially wrt imperialism, yikes).

You're not playing devil's advocate anon, rather IS/KT's lol

If the devs didn't bail out at the last moment - CF and Supreme Leader could have been fascinating bonuses for the FE series, play as the red emperor - see how the red emperor recruits/their tactics to keep the population ignorant at large and demonise the people they're attacking, etc, etc...

But no, instead Supreme Leader wondering why people are not happy when she's Aymr'ing them is played seriously, and we're left puzzled with the character we see, are we supposed to follow Flamey - who lies and manipulates people, ultimately ditching them when they're useless - on her quest to conquer the world, seeing how this manipulation works, the "must have good PR" tactics unfold etc etc?

Because that's part of what we see in Tru Piss - the lie about Rhea using Nukes, the lie about "unlike u i let people go when i stormed Garreg Mach" and the Aeneid approved "what is a pincer attack?" where Supreme Leader apparently marvels at how the "pincing" army supposedly waited until the first army was already ko to intervene, limiting their losses - when it's just a pincer attack with added plot rain -

And then we have the brainfart moments "why are people resisting?" that completely retcon the entire "uwu blood at my feet" because, hey, you knew blood would rain since you uwu'd about it, so why now you're wondering why people are dying? - that is also played seriously, are we following Flamey and a red Emperor, or someone who thought she was playing with dolls and forgot her own words?

Everything falls flat when the games give the victim blaming lines to other factions, aka the victims themselves!

Like in

(SS's worst support)

Nopes.

I get victim blaming when you're siding/following the red emperor's mindset, because PR, or maybe because they're delured enough to think they're doing this for the "great-err good" - but the invaded parties?

Where the fuck in FE Tellius are people telling Ike started Ashnard's war because he sheltered Elincia? Sigurd pretty much says "fuck off" to people telling him Granvalle might hate him for, hm, sheltering the Prince of an enemy nation instead of dicing him in cubes, because said prince is only a kid in hiding and Siggy will protect him (which will of course be used as an argument leading to his downfall) - When Reptor and Langobalt (and Andrei don't forget him!!!) attack Sigurd and deem him a traitor, Sigurd doesn't think they're right and it's his fault if he and his men are branded traitors because they rescued a child, no, he wants to cleanse his (and his father's !) name by rekting the aforementioned dudes.

Unless we're supposed to understand Supreme Leader's information campaign reached far and wide, why the world blames the Central Church, you know, the Elincia who was kicked out of her home, for the start of the War? What were they supposed to do? Die ?

I still have to check with friends about the accurate translation, but Supreme Leader's battle lines even in Nopes, lampshade this victim blaming, telling the Nabateans or Church peeps she's only fighting because they do like -

you want them gone and they want to survive, it suspiciously looks like some "it's your fault I have to smack you/you made me do this" - but hey, from the Red Emperor, it's normal, they deflect and redirect the blame because they are the Red Emperor, and they manipulate, it's their MO (even if Supreme Leader's quite weak compared to people like Ashnard or Arvis who legit framed Siggy!).

And that's where the Hresvelg Grey pours like an endless fountain - the victims will never be allowed a voice to the chapter - the plot ignores them and so it's their fault, and nothing says the contrary. It's because Rhea is so BaD and sekritly controls the World that Supreme Leader has to invade the Alliance who pretty much doesn't give a fuck about what Rhea says or does.

And no one will ever point that out.

In a nutshell, I love Tru Piss as a concept, the unreliable words you're told vs the world you see - the contradictions between your side's story and the rest of Fodlan, how the dissonance is too strong and culminates with "Rhea BaD she razed Arianrhod" and yet... nothing comes from this. The plot warps at the 11h59 hour to fit with the "world as you're told" and Tru Piss shines on Fodlan.

Sothis forgots you've terminated her daughter (and maybe son+granddaugther?) because Supreme Leader doesn't believe in... Sothis, or how she fulfills her fated enemies agenda to have brainsex with Billy and shares with them some of her power to make sure they still live as she poofs in oblivion if she wasn't S-supported - completely retconning what we knew of Sothis (the supposed loving mother) and what we will later learn about her (the vengeful being who's pretty pissed at people who slaughter her kin).

TLDR : Fodlan's victim blaming could have been better implemented in the Red Emperor "information campaign" to depict how warped information is, in times of war, or in general, the dangers of misinformation coupled with a charismatic person's spouting utter shit to justify... something that is not justifiable. But Tea must be sold, and so everyone buys the "information campaign" even if the world screams against it.

Victim blaming becomes unsufferable in Nopes and in the worst support ever, Rhea's straight out asking Billy if the war - eating nukes, being tortured in Enbarr for 5 years, a continental war, disparition of civilians, Baldos and Waldis being manufactured, etc etc - is her fault and Billy never saying "of fucking course no".

When Ninian blames herself for Elbert's death, Eliwood tells her it's not her fault, Elbert died trying to do what he thought was just, and Nergal was the one who killed him.

Oh well.

#anon #replies #i think those games could have been something really good #but the moe hammer and the uwu fest ruined everything #you could have made a point about someone with high charisma who supposedly loves to debate #and yet refuses to study or consider theories because she thinks she knows everything #would be a red herring especially as that person wages a war on misconceptions #later revealed that yeah she knew about them but dgaf because her goal is more important #that could have been a good story and all #but no #gallons of tea instead #FE16 #3 nopes #I keep on saying it but Supreme Leader was the biggest victim of the moe hammer and uwu fest

[nanase-haru]

{A.M.V.} Free!! x Uta no Prince-sama / Mamoru Miyano (Inspired): “Canon” (Second opening theme of Uta no Prince-sama Maji Love 2000%) {In that series, Miyano voices “Tokiya Ichinose”. This is not sung by “Tokiya” technically, but might give Tokiya’s image.} I used Miyano’s inspiration to make a Free!! A.M.V.! {It is my very first for this fandom, though I watched as it aired!}

Series: Free!! (C) Kyo-Ani “Canon” (C) Broccoli-Games / ELEMENTSGARDEN {Note: This is a FAN-work}

Characters/Pairs Featured: - RinHaru {Rin x Haru} - Rintori / NitoRin / RinAi {Rin x Aiichirou Nitori} - Ai x Rin x Haru as poly-ship or open relationships; (implied by the end) Feel free to view your preference!

My Commentary:

I would like to propose a Concept - Haru, Rin and Ai all have MULTIPLE HANDS. (This A.M.V. showcases the dynamics / story progression of all three; each of Haru and Ai with Rin, briefly, all acknowledging each other) Contains spoilers for: Free!! Seasons 1 & 2; {Rin; Haru; Ai scenes} “The Final Stroke” Part 2 start; but nothing specific from Final Stroke’s ending {Yet?}. (TFS Part 1 shows only in ‘scenic’ scene.) Others appear as support.

(Though I admit I am personally biased towards RinAi fandom-wise, I’ve also enjoyed the canon dynamic between Rin and Haru.) However, this work was partly made / inspired by an old mutual; this mutual really loved Rin+Haru dynamic too, so this is made in support! {They also like everyone as friends, as do I.} I’m not able to make much for this fandom usually (in the past, I did briefly rp {role-play} Ai, but do not actively write fic or anything much outside rp) but for the most part, this A.M.V. was very fun to make! Happy 10~ years anniversary to Free!! Time Spent: - About an hour and 30 min on the 1st verse + chorus. - Almost 4 and a half hours / a whole evening on the rest. - I am not even kidding when I say this thing must have crashed my editor (Windows Movie Maker... it’s an older version, sigh) at least x30+~50 times while attempting to finish Nitori’s scenes timing and the ending. As a result, this is technically a “first draft” (I know ending’s bit rushed, but I tried!) until I can go back and add in more timings and scene cuts! (Someday!...) - My editor tends to crash pretty frequently if I attempt 50+ clips; sometmes even after 20~ clips or so. This one has just about 40 clips, with bonus KyoAni’s own timings helping to smooth out the rest! - Sub-titles cannot be included at this time; I apologize! (However, lyric{s} below the ‘read more’!) It is recommended you view them in full (or in sections) before watching! - If you watch, I’d really love to hear your thoughts; I put a lot of effort in!

Summary:

“I only swim FREE!.” - Haru

... DO YOU?

“I feel so useless.” - Ai

“A sight you’ve never seen before...”

{Lyric[s] Preview!}:

Distant feelings on a {‘SILENT’} hill, … all of my love… (Get ready!)

“Do not tremble in this cruel world…” Through the kiss of a song, better than thousands of words

We can give something up ({I} swear to you) Just to live in this moment (Hold my hand) For your sake and for mine, we’re ready to take off now…together!

“SO, let’s GO!”

Your beloved voice becomes a powerful impulse That makes dreams reality As our heartbeats synchronize… Ah, exceeding even miracles, (Feel your song!) Up among the stars, (Feel my song!) Until that dream Reaches the unseeable FUTURE, I’ll PLAY this song! {“Free”}

I was scared of truth’s LIGHT…

(Lyric{s} via Uta-pri Wikia!)

“Canon” (description via Wiki): {no, not the fandom term.} In music, a canon is a contrapuntal (counterpoint-based) compositional technique that employs a melody with one or more imitations of the melody played after a given duration (e.g., quarter rest, one measure, etc.). The initial melody is called the leader (or dux), while the imitative melody, which is played in a different voice, is called the follower (or comes). The follower must imitate the leader, either as an exact replication of its rhythms Rand intervals or some transformation thereof. Repeating canons in which all voices are musically identical are called rounds. (For the meaning behind the title / theme!) {In the A.M.V., I semi-relate (if vaguely) this theme to all three characters; plus, more directly, make the comparison to Haru + Free!! AND Relay Medleys.} (There is vague inspiration from the original Uta-pri as well, but not intended directly comparable.)

The final chorus of the A.M.V. is one I had in mind ever since first hearing this song way back around Apr 2k13, when the second part of Uta-pri aired. It may be slightly more modified in a “final” version, but for the most part!...

Lyric[s]:

Distant {“Haruka”} feelings on a silent hill, all of my love… (Get ready!) [Haru <-> Rin] (+Haru; specifically...) “Do not tremble in this cruel world…” Through the kiss of a “song”, better than thousands of words We can give something up (I swear to you) Just to live in this moment (Hold my hand) For your sake and for mine, we’re ready to take off now…together! “So, let’s go!” Your beloved voice becomes a powerful impulse That makes dreams reality As our heartbeats synchronize… Ah, exceeding even miracles, (Feel your song!) Up among the stars, (Feel my song!) Until that dream Reaches the unseeable future, I’ll play this song! I was scared of truth’s light... [Ai -> Rin] Even at this great a DISTANCE, it’s too DAZZLING An unspeakable LONELINESS (No more crying) Thirsting for an impossible cure (Save my heart) [Ai <-> Rin] Since I met you, I’ve sworn to start living! The overlapping melodies of your voice seem to scorch my heart Resonating dreams echoing for eternity Like a sense of déjà vu, I knew today (Feel your love) A bloom of hope (Feel my love) An infinite rainbow Now our feelings are merging as we become one [Ai <-> Rin <-> Haru] The stars are waiting for the sky, they want to become a dream(?) The day will come when they bloom like a flower, and a rainbow awaits us on that day We’re ready to take off now…together! “So, let’s go!” Your beloved voice becomes a powerful impulse That makes dreams reality As our heartbeats synchronize… Ah, exceeding even miracles, (Feel your song!) Up among the stars, (Feel my song!) Until that dream Reaches the unseeable future, I’ll play this song! Feelings tied together on a shining hill…

#aiichirou nitori #nitori aiichirou #rinharu #rintori #rin x nitori #rin x ai #rinai #haruai #rinharuai #matsuoka rin #nanase haruka #haru nanase #rin x haru #souai friendship #rin x haru x ai #ai x rin x haru #(its sung by Mamoru Miyano aka rIN'S V.A.) #(its to emphasize Ais story and the like) #team iwatobi friendship #(as well if briefly!) #(I worked super hard on this so) #(Please be kind if commenting!!) #(I never saw them poly shipped much either but I Do Quite Enjoy Them)

[wolfspiders-web]

Scarlet and Violet have REALLY got me thinking about a Pokemon AU I've been spitballing in my head for a long while now, so I'm deciding to write it all out finally because I realized those games potentially fit nicely into it.

Two things have plagued me about the Pokemon universe, and I wanted to come up with reasons to explain them. I wanted answers to the questions of why:

..do Pokemon listen to and understand humans on a level higher than a mere animal, yet don't try to overthrow them as the superior species?

..that for all their high technology, there are little to no robots?

The idea is this takes place in our future, but in Pokemon's distant past.

(While I am aware of Scarlet/Violet leaks this write-up doesn't have any spoilers, but I'm going to include those thoughts in an optional Part 2.)

What they could burn, they burned. What they could bury, they buried. When they couldn't do either, they left far beneath the waves or the darkest depths of space and vowed to never create any wretched machinae ever again…

The creatures that would eventually become Pokemon started out innocently enough. In the beginning, in order to fund advances in biological sciences harmless but weird pets were created. These quickly became all the rage due to their fanciful forms and "magical" powers, and owning a regular cat or dog rapidly fell out of favor.

They were highly intelligent, but genetically predisposed to listen to their owner or "trainer" and the Types available would be very basic in ability and based on things you'd see in nature (Normal, Flying, Bug, Poison, Grass, etc). The "pocket" ability that would compress them into a small area such as a hollow ball was not understood well even by their own creators, but it made transporting the creatures much easier.

Genetics wasn't the only thing advancing, robotics and AI were too. While the proto-Pokemon were created with complete loyalty to humans in mind, the machines were autonomous, both in thinking and refueling on any biomass* they can find, and designed for ever-escalating global wars.

(you might think I snagged this from the Horizon: Zero Dawn series, but this article about people being concerned of a robot self-feeding on biomass has been stuck in my head before that game was ever thought of, the difference is we just didn't listen)

This is where it all went horribly, horribly wrong. Singularity was reached and an AI took control of nearly all technology, creating a robot hivemind that desired to replace inefficient organic life. The last of the megafauna goes extinct and ecosystems collapse, only to be replaced by robots, and humanity teeters on a razor's edge. In a desperate bid a handful of Pokemon Centers started to modify their cute companion creatures into weapons in their own right, creating offensive Types like Fire, Electric, Steel, Dragon, etc., and work on the Mythicals and Legendaries (sans modern ones like Mewtwo, Genesect, Type: Null, etc.) starts.

These Pokemon are functionally immortal with extremely long lifespans and high intelligence. Even so even they must eventually die, being reborn with their memories passed on to a sole heir; the parent doesn't survive long past this parthenogenesis. Some were designed to terraform and purify war-ravaged areas, others to lead, and others were simply biological nuclear bombs meant to level entire armies of robots.

Desperate humans also inject themselves with Pokemon strains which eventually turn them into proto-Ghost, Fighting, and Psychic types, and the first Humanshape Pokemon appear. Mew, the first prototype and a living bank of all Pokemon genes, was modified into a Mythical with the help of a strain pulled from one of these early Psychics.

Months turn into years but finally, the war is won and the master computer is destroyed. The earth will never be the same ever again; old maps are useless, the scars of war still linger, and Pokemon begin to fill empty ecological niches. The Legendaries and Mythicals, their purpose fulfilled, are left with a bitter taste in their mouth over humanity's mistakes and their purpose as mere weapons instead of companion creatures. They peacefully retreat to remote corners of the earth to be left alone, deep space, or sleep between the layers of our reality and the next. Though they remember, even for creatures as powerful as they it was immensely traumatizing and so they Do Not Speak of the times of smoke, metal, and blood.

Humanity begin to rebuild but not without some tension between "pure" folk and the modified ones. Eventually most of these modified humans slip into the wild, while the least mutated/most "normal" ones stay to pass down genetics that give their descendants minor powers (Psychics). And many Pokemon went wild or feral, but never completely lost their ability to obey humanity.

Thousands of years pass, and the scars have long since gone. Pokemon no longer resemble their original forms, having adapted to their environments over the centuries or from selective breeding by humans. No written records survive of the Great Robot War, and the unchanging and ever-remembering Legendaries and Mythicals aren't speaking of those times.

Perhaps this is for the better. But without knowing the past, history may eventually repeat itself one day..

#luparaneo writes #pokemon #pokemon au #pkmn

[spyder27]

I am what YOU made ME (A commentary about Sundagio)

Hello, everyone.

So, I'm going to say this right off the bat. This blog will be slightly different than the others I've done. It will be more emotional and perhaps too open for some readers. Regardless, I wanted to talk a bit about why I took on the role of the Emperor of Sundagio.

A little more than a year and a half ago, I was in my freshman-sophomore year of my undergraduate degree in university. I am still in uni right now, but it was different back then. At the time, I had a couple of friends and a significant other, but not many people in my life. I was constantly drained from school and I didn't have much energy when it came to my hobbies. Most of my free time went to doing nothing but watching useless YouTube videos or playing mind-numbing video games. All the while, I got more and more depressed.

You could say it was a dark spiral. Nothing seemed to stop it and as much as I tried to be happy and spend time with my loved ones, it didn't work. It was hard to keep up contact with my friends since I had no motivation to actually message someone or make plans. I just had this never-ending sense of doom when it came to the future and it felt like nothing was worth it in the end. Nothing I did was productive. Even school seemed like a temporary productivity and it didn't really matter much to me personally other than giving me more of a chance to get a job in the future. I could only really put on a smile and act happy with the ones I cared about because I knew it would only hurt them to know I had no intrinsic value in myself or the life I was leading. In fact, I kept thinking "When will it be over?" wishing that life would stop being so hard or cease all together.

Growing up, I had a lot of expectations from those around me to excel. I had a 4.0 GPA and I still have a 3.98 GPA. But keeping that up constantly while worrying that you might be seen as a failure for anything below an A was draining. The only escape I had was ignoring it by doing useless things like watching YouTube. Or I could have called with friends. But since they hardly ever had time, it was usually the things I called useless before. I was so worried about the future and my prospects of meeting new people and having a happy life that I just dug myself further into this depression, making me do poorly on assignments and almost failing a semester of university as a result.

One day, my best friend at that time actually challenged me to write a fanfiction off of an anime series we were both watching. We would both write a fanfic based off of ships we hadn't shipped before and to be honest, I was nervous since I hadn't written much in the last five to six years. But I gave it a shot and I enjoyed it a bit.

But it wasn't enough to make me feel happy.

I wanted something that I felt more invested in since this anime series was something I liked, but didn't LOVE. So, I stopped writing again. But I remembered how it was a bit fun while I did it and I thought about writing something more in line with something I loved. Something I would feel invested in. I had a lot of choices. Spider-Man. Marvel. DC. Star Wars. Left 4 Dead. Barbie. Disney properties. Street Fighter. All of these were viable contenders for what would be my next writing project. Nothing big. Just a small story with more... personal storylines. Something slice-of-life.

I ended up choosing My Little Pony since I've grown up with it ever since MLP Generation 1. My sister had DVDs of MLP from that era and I still remember it fondly. I was fully prepared to start writing a project and abandon it shortly after due to my depression at that point. I mean, I seriously had no direction in life and felt like I was a failure. So, abandoning a project wasn't out of the realm of possibility.

So, I wanted to make a short, slice-of-life story about MLP and I decided to set it in Equestria Girls. Being a hopeless romantic, I knew I would probably write a romance story. The only thing left to do was decide what ship to write about. I wanted to challenge myself to write something... different. Something I had never thought of before. What was a ship I didn't think twice about before?

Then it hit me. Sunset Shimmer was a REALLY popular character. I remember as soon as Adagio was introduced, she was shipped with Sunset HARD by a small part of the fandom. When I was younger, I didn't even like the ship. So, I decided that this story would be about Sundagio. A ship I hadn't thought about in YEARS. I was actually excited in something for the first time in a couple of years. I was excited to try and think of how I would write this story. "It's going to be five chapters long," I told myself constantly. I told myself that it would ONLY feature the two of them and no one else from Equestria Girls. In October, I actually wrote the prologue of the story, trying my damned best to inhabit Adagio's evil attitude while showing Sunset coming back to give her old foe advice.

And then... I didn't write anymore until December. That semester was hard on me and honestly, I wasn't sure if I was still living at that point. If I was, I don't think I wanted to. Regardless, winter break gave me more time to think about writing. I finally came back to it and I could NOT stop writing for DAYS. Actual days... I kept writing. More and more words flowed from my fingers and I couldn't stop thinking about what to put in the next chapter. I incorporated Apple Bloom and Rainbow Dash. Five chapters increased to eight, twelve and eventually sixteen. Before I knew it, it was February and I had completed the story, still thirsty for more. Craving more.

I finally felt productive... I felt like I was doing something worthwhile and I loved every second of it. Uni didn't seem like a problem anymore as long as I had this story to write. Ideas swirled in my head for sequels, alternate universes and spinoffs, all centered on Sundagio. This ship that I had spent so long engaging with through fanart and writing my own fanfiction. It felt different. Life felt different. I was happy. I felt like I could be who I wanted to be. I could express myself how I wanted and I didn't have to be trapped to what society said I should be. I didn't watch YouTube nearly as much as before other than to listen to music while I wrote.

Writing made me feel comfortable with who I am. It made me realize that I'm not a failure. I'm not some useless person. Instead, I had the potential to bring dozens of people happiness by showing them the Sundagio stories I thought of. So, I kept writing. I made more stories. I participated in competitions and I embraced the moniker "Emperor of Sundagio" since I seemed to be one of the only people writing it at the time. There has never been a piece of media that has affected me this much before and it let me be happy about myself. It let me be happy about where I was going in uni, happy about my choices in life. In no way do I think it's my destiny to write Sundagio for decades to come, but it helped me out of a dark place and I definitely want to write it for more years to come.

So, to quote Kenobi.

Sundagio: What have you become? Spyder27: I am what YOU made ME.

Don't feel bad for me~ I do feel much better about my direction in life and I've made many new friends recently! I have a direction and purpose and I no longer feel that dread that the future is going to doom me. I just wanted to share what made this ship so special to me and why I love it so much~ How it helped me get back on the right track~

#adagio dazzle #sunset shimmer #sundagio #fanfiction #update #shower thoughts #commentary

[trainingdummyrabbit]

late for the ask game but if you're still doing it; molly blyndeff !

oh i am absolutely still doing it! lets see what we got!

> First impression  i actually didnt see her at all until i started watching! from the start it was kind of an ambient “oh whos this? cute design.” an overall positive!

> Impression now  oh i wanna give her a hug SO bad. genuinely so good. ok so, from a writing standpoint, she is SO good. love her little quirks, the way shes written is immensely solid and she fits in so well for the genre. capable of being both the “What Is Actually Going On Here.” role and the “Sillymode(tm)” role, sometimes at the same time.  also, as a kid character, that aspect comes across so well! shes never belittled or looked down on (by the narrative) like other series have a tendency to do-- shes just a person. and thats nice. and shes Written like a person! shes taken seriously, and still has those little quirks where she is Very Clearly A Kid, without hammering it in too hard! 

> Favorite moment  honestly... a really big sucker for the exchange she has when she first meets the banzai blasters. it tells so much about her character and the way she thinks, while seamlessly melding with the silly antics the other characters present! and she harmonizes so well with it, being Mostly the role of the Level-Headed one, but still so clearly dyed by the context of the narrative theyre in being... well, silly!  her craftiness and the blasters’ dumb villainy is just... utterly infectious to watch.

> Idea for a story [smacks hands on table] there are never enough museumtrio sleepover fics. on the other hand though, molly is another character that would benefit really well from an introspective-centered story, one where things are happening, yes, but the main focus is on Molly’s internal thoughts and feelings, how She chooses to act or react to things. it could be anything, honestly-- but itd do really well in a scenario like the banzaimeeting like stated above. let! her! SCHEME!

> Unpopular opinion  this is less of an unpopular opinion and more of something i try to be wary of reading or writing: babying her too much. she Is baby, yes, and she is. so so tired and so badly deserves a nap, but she is also Immensely sharp witted and quick to solve problems, and its very easy to fall into writing kid characters (especially like her) as cardboard cutouts: weak stand-ins for where a character could go. not to say ive necessarily Seen it (at least, not that i directly remember,) but i so badly want to exemplify Every Bit of her character. she is a kid and should Not be burdened with the responsibility of what so many other characters must-- but she isnt useless. she isnt some damsel in distress. she should kick someone in the shins if she has to. id clap.

> Favorite relationship  ok a little bit of a weird one. its kind of a tie right now but: giovanni or indus. her interactions with giovanni are genuinely so infectious to watch. they play off of each other perfectly, both of them enabling the other in silly shit while flailing around trying to make shit work. not to mention what a good emotional influence gio is on her, or the amount of level-headedness molly brings to the table. their balance is very very good and watching them mess around was very fun! indus... might be a little biased, but indus’ complete and total envelopment in the genre makes watching molly interact with him Immensely fun. and the fact that indus genuinely respects her makes me immensely happy! especially considering she does the same right back to him. whether theyre on the same side or not, the way their characters flow around each other is very fun. id love to see them talk to each other again.

> Favorite headcanon molly likes to feel tall. piggyback rides, tall stools, theatre seats wayyy in the back-- its fun! i think she would enjoy it. she likes being able to look over things and point to things in the distance she couldnt have seen otherwise. i imagine shed like to swing her feet if she gets one of those tall chairs at a restaurant or something. 

[Ask Game]

#ask game #oh this was a Fun one to tease out. #also i should clarify that the relationship section is like. never gonna be romantic except if i specify it as such. #it says in the post it isnt ship related at all; but i feel i should disclaim it here again anyway. #anyhow. i love molly and the way shes written so so much; i just never ever talk abt it. not much i can say that others havent! #genuinely a very good protagonist though-- she was so much fun to follow along. big part of my love for th museum arc skdjgn

[sparklingdemon]

@philosphy123​ asked: Okay this will be a multipost question mr.pikachu demon so buckle up. So I read your tumblr about falling leaf and I got a fanfic idea from it. I also wanna ask this about the tyrranical gamefreak gods of the creepypasta universe.

Now I personally think it's b.s. that red can't share his spot with leaf and as a person who analyzes everything,someone should kill that soulless red. I also personally think gamefreak if they become too corrupt and powerhungry could become like team galactic and in turn be hypocrites.

Now fallen leaf is a big thing and also I submit to the belief that lyra and kris are best friends since my headcannon is that kris started her journey after lyra did. However, I do also believe that red overtook leaf's life considering, we always see red but barely see leaf.

These posts are moreso my analysis of fallen leaf mixed with my own headcannons. I can relate to leaf since gamefreak's anime series made a little girl only to kill her off as an explanation for mewtwo's rage. They did this twice btw technically.

I'm also kind of wondering why leaf doesn't just try killing gamefreak. Like if she's so adamant on revenge, cut the bullshit and just kill your enslavers. It's an easy and efficent way out. The gun is useless if nobody is there to wield it.

I personally if I met red, would just straight up kill red point blank so that he can't never hurt anyone ever again and wipe him from existence because hey I hate him.

This is personally my thoughts on the creepypasta. Leaf is wasting her eternity on a souless red that's a statue and instead should take direct revenge. Lyra is complacent, so is many others since nobody knows which is ruthless, and WHY HASN'T ANYONE KILLED RED YET!?

(I should start off my response by saying I am not a “Mr.”, I am nonbinary and use they/them, as you can see from my bio…!)

I feel as though you might misunderstand the purpose behind Fallen Leaf’s revenge against Red - It is an act of protest, like chaining yourself to a tree to prevent a deforester from cutting it down. While killing the person holding the chainsaw would also prevent the tree from being cut down, that is not the morally correct course of action, and that is definitely not the kind of person Leaf is!

Fallen Leaf’s revenge against Red is a protest against Game Freak to stop making girl characters that end up like her, and she won’t stop holding their “perfect poster boy” hostage until they make her Red’s equal. Killing Red outright would ruin her argument that she and Red can and should exist together as the girl and boy heroes of Kanto.

She herself doesn’t even have to power to speak to the real Game Freak, so instead, she made herself into a martyr so that her players who have realized her fate can fight for equality in the Pokémon games themselves. Like Leaf, we ourselves cannot do anything to change what decisions the company has already made, we can only criticize them after it's already been done - and that is what her actions should inspire you to do.

Game Freak shouldn’t be compared to fictional villains or gods, they are a real corporation that made a real decision. Even Red himself shouldn’t be seen as “the villain of Leaf’s story who deserves death”, he is merely the soulless embodiment of Game Freak’s nostalgia-biased decision. It is okay to loathe Fallen Leaf’s Red and wish he never replaced Leaf, but he has. Killing him will not change that, nor will it give anyone the satisfaction they want.

Fallen Leaf is less of a “Pokémon creepypasta”, and more-so a meta commentary about Game Freak’s real world sexism, so killing Red or even Game Freak themselves skews the reality of the message of the story.

We cannot celebrate a revenge against Red/Game Freak that never occurred in real life. If you were to boot up your HG/SS and go to Mt. Silver, you will only ever see Red, and Fallen Leaf was meant to express how hollow, unsatisfying, and real that feeling is. It's supposed to be a "what really happened to Leaf" story, one that you can think of as canon if you choose to believe in it. When you go to fight Red, you can believe that Leaf was the one who put him there, even if you can't see her anymore.

I understand your hatred against Red and the company who favors him, but the ending of Fallen Leaf was carefully and intentionally written to reflect what has happened in real life.

#ask #philosphy123 #long post