#he said it was never to late to succeed basically

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Rest in peace

#Leslie Jordan #not a dream #leslie jordan #death tw #variety #i'm so sad #i literally just watched a video of him after he bought his first flat ever in life #he said it was never to late to succeed basically #i was so happy for him

[dizzyjelly]

Help Me Out?

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: You're popular and you ask the smartest girl in class to help you out with your math work, and how could she say no? She was confused as you start to actually become friends. Because she didn't understand why someone like you would take an interest in someone like her.

Cw: reader cries bc of a mean teacher, kinda loser!ellie, reader fights with her fake ass friend.

A/n: this is actually based off a real life experience, I was sadly the loser in this situation 😔 also I obviously dramatized it for the story but yeahh, anyways enjoy! There will be a part 2.

You had to be the most confusing girl Ellie has ever met. She wondered why on earth you spent your time talking to her, when you were so popular. It wasn't unknown that Ellie was a lesbian, actually it was pretty much what she was known for. But you didn't seem to care.

Math was never your strong suit, in fact you'd always struggle with it. Ellie, however, was amazingly good at it. She had her heart set on becoming an astronaut one day, and so she figured that she'd have to understand math. Joel helped her to do just that, but he also made sure she excelled.

Anytime your math teacher spoke, it sounded like complete gibberish to you. You'd even cry some nights, you know on the days she would yell at the entire class about how stupid they were. It just felt like she was singling you out. And not to mention all the passive aggressive notes she'd leave on your assignments or tests. One day, you figured why not ask Ellie for help?

She was utterly confused. Why would someone like you talk to someone like her? And out of your own free will.

"Ellie? I'm really sorry to bother you, but can you help me out..?" Your voice was quiet and you sounded timid almost.

At first, she was silent. She kind of just stared at you. But eventually, she came to her senses.

"Yeah of course! What's up?" You smiled, she spoke so kindly to you.

"Here, let me just-" you got up and stood at her desk, "number 6, and basically everything after it. I just don't get it.." You sigh softly.

"Okay, this is what I wrote." She said, merely handing you her paper.

"No, I don't want to copy yours. Can you explain it to me?" You ask, looking over at her now with pleading eyes.

Ellie nodded, giving you a thin-lipped smile before she began to talk and point things out. You wrote what she told you to and hummed every now in then with understanding. Eventually she'd helped you complete the whole thing, and you were beyond thankful.

This kind of interaction would continue to happen between the two of you for the next couple weeks. Your teacher had grown.. annoyed with this behavior. For some unknown reason she just had it out for you, because when you walked into class today, she announced a seat change.

Ellie was already in class, so she got up from her former seat and stod at the front of the room along with everyone else. You made your way to stand beside her, crossing your arms out of frustration.

As your teacher began assigning new seats, you sighed. Ellie looked over at you, but said nothing. So you decided to start the conversation.

"God I hate her. She's probably doing this just so I'll fail." You whisper.

"Whay do you mean?" Ellie whispers in return.

"You've been.. helping me out lately. I guess she just can't stand to see me succeed." You frown softly.

Ellie turns to face you once again, noticing how upset you really were. She didn't know what to say, or do. So she kept quiet and waited for her new seat assignment. After a few more minutes everyone was settled in their new seats.

You and Ellie were sat just about as far away as possible. This was definitely personal. Throughout class, you struggled tremendously. God this was just what your stupid math teacher wanted.

That day, you took it upon yourself to find Ellie at lunch. If she was shocked that you'd even speak to her, just imagine how insane she found it when you sat at her lunch table. Usually she sat alone, not because she didn't have friends, but they all had different lunch hours.

She felt so entranced by you, every word you said felt like it was burned into her brain. She admired you, truly. Even if she thought she had no chance with you. Ellie figured you were straight. Everyone knew you had a boyfriend last year, until you didn't. That was beside the point. Falling for a "straight" girl wasn't the first thing on her list, but that's what was happening.

"I literally hate her!" You complained.

"I know," Ellie nodded. "She is pretty annoying."

While Ellie wasn't fond of your math teacher either, she'd lie if she was. She'd agree with anything you said. God she felt pathetic.

"Fucking tell me about it.." You scoffed.

Ellie was confused when you say with her everyday for the rest of the week, but she wasn't complaining. She'd gotten to know you better. And she was quite impressed with who you really turned out to be.

She always thought high school girls like you were mean, but you were so sweet to her. Ellie had enjoyed spending more time with you, and she had no problem helping you out with your math work too. You were starting to get the hang of it, but it still didn't make complete sense to you.

Friday was your breaking point, you were just beyond frustrated by your work. Your teacher was busy on thr phone, so you figured why not. And you stood and walked over to Ellies desk. She blushed deeply as you'd gotten very close to her and whispered in her ear.

But you couldn't have been trying to flirt, you were just trying to be discreet, right? She began to explain the problem to you, perfectly ad always. And you were ready to thank her and start working, but before you could, your teacher called out your name angrily.

"What are you doing out of your seat. You have got to be one of the worst students I've ever had. Get back to your seat, now!" This time, her words genuinely hurt you.

Ellie watched you nervously, noticing how you'd gone silent and the way your bottom lip quivered. Her eyes widened and she felt so terrible when you began to cry. Your face ran red hot as you could feel everyone staring at you.

Ellie sighed softly and stood up, unsure what she should do. But she didn't have to guess because you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around her, resting your head on her shoulder. Ellie felt so awkward, and, she felt dizzy almost. Holding her arms around you felt so unreal, but god did it feel good.

Your teacher ended up sending the both of you to the hallway. Where you'd sit against some lockers, your knees pulled to your chest and your head resting in your arms. Ellie sat beside you, crisscross applesauce as she looked over at you and waited. She was waiting for you to say something, anything.

"Sorry.. I'm just overreacting.." You'd finally whisper.

"But you're not," Ellie was quick to reassure, and she placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, "she's been so mean to you for so long. Your completely valid to be upset by her.." her voice was quiet and soft.

"Thank you.." You smiled as you whispered, resting your head against Ellie's shoulder and wrapping your hands gently around her forearm.

She'd just nod in response then try and breathe regularly, which felt impossible when you were all over her like this. God, what did you do to her? After some time passed the bell rang and you two made your way to lunch. As you walked your interlocked your arm with Ellie's, which earned you a few glares.

You were relieved to just be able to sit down and have lunch, and relax. But that peace didn't last long when one of the girls you used to sit with decided to approach you and Ellie. She sat beside you and stared at Ellie as if she were some kind of alien.

"So, this is what you're busy doing? Hanging out with.. her?" Olivia spoke with disgust.

Your brows furrowed with confusion, what was her issue? You scoffed softly before answering.

"Yeah." You begin, your tone was anything but kind, "she's way better company than any of you ever were. You guys are mean and.. fake. Ellie is nice and she actually makes me feel good about myself." Ellie watched with amazement as you talked about her so highly.

"Whatever, you're a loser now anyways. We heard you cried in class.." She started to laugh at you.

"Jesus, who cares!" Ellie finally interjects, you watch her nervously, "look I know you think the most important thing in life is whether people think you're cool or not, which believe me, you're not, because you're just like every other basic bitch you hang out with. One day you're going to realize that wow, you peaked in high school, and it all goes downhill from here. Now would you please leave us alone?" Her words came off confident and snarky.

But you saw how her hands shook in her lap. She was so nervous. You smiled at her, she did that for you. Nobody ever did that kind of stuff for you. She really was.. good company.

While Ellie had fallen for you first so clearly, you fell a lot harder. Some part of you always knew you wanted to be more than just her friend, but it wasn't until now that it really hit you. As Olivia got up and walked away, Ellie could tell how you looked at her differently.

"Ellie.." You whisper, and she nods, "you're the best." You settle on a friendly compliment, because oh my God!

You liked Ellie, you'd never expect that. Not because she was a girl, but just because she was Ellie. And it's not that she was unattractive or anything. But you two were just so different. It didn't make total sense, if any.

"Oh, thank you.." She blushed.

"Hey, let's hang out after school." You spoke with excitement, "I could sleep over!" Ellies eyes widened at that.

Immediately she thought about the two of you.. in the same bed. God what would she do. She'd have to figure it out, because of course, she agreed. You couldn't wait for the school day to end.

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams x f!reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie x you #ellie x y/n #ellie x fem reader #highschool au

[feelo-fick]

WELCOME TO PHIO'S EXTREMELY SELF INDULGENT AU HOUR!!!

"Oh, FINALLY, another visitor! It's so quiet in here, it's unnerving..."

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This AU was meant to be posted on halloween but eh.... Happy Thanksgiving? HAHAHHA

still dont have a name for it, but basically, back in october i was suddenly hit with the need to have a halloween au, so now we have ghost-ified prismo and vampire/witch-ified scarab :D ( although didnt finish the scarab reference spread in time because uh, school and i lost motivation unfortunately )

au synopsis and rambling below the cut!!

the premise of this au is simple : scarab is a real estate agent whos known for his manners ( never barges in, always waits to be invited! though it is a little weird how he keeps asking to be let inside even if they already agreed that he was going to come over... ) and efficiency at his job - that is, convincing people to buy high-end housing for a good price. although his social skills need some... work, his ability to persuade people isnt something to be laughed at.

unfortunately for him, persuading the higher-ups is a completely different story - which he learned the hard way after flunking something big for the company. they dont choose to fire him, no. instead, they put him through a trial, assigning him to sell their most unprofitable property : the mansion in a small town locally known for being haunted by an "evil spirit". if scarab manages to sell it (for good profit) within six months, he is excused and is able to go on with his job. if not... well, best not to think about it, yes? after all, he'll succeed with ease - all he has to do is dispel any worries about some fake "ghost" that only exists as a result of filthy rumors. maybe clean up the place. not too hard, right?

meanwhile, stuck inside said mansion is an extremely bored prismo. hes been hangin around this place for like... how many years now? forty? a hundred? meh, all the same, lately the place has been quieter than usual. i mean- of course people dont just walk into a creepy mansion every day, but there would usually be at least a few bold kids or vloggers coming in now and then for him to entertain but even then they wouldn't stay long ( for obvious reasons ). and now, just some unbound spirits or dumb animals would pass by and thats about it. a guy can only entertain himself for so long, yknow?

that is, until today. when some posh-looking business man entered the premises and started snooping around ( whats the deal with that, by the way?? ). must be prismo's lucky day!! this is the perfect chance to pull out all the stops and play the FUNNIEST prank ever! hah!

... oh. looks like things've gotten a little out of hand.

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WOOT WOOT WOOTTTTTTTTTTT!!! im so so happy to finish this because ohhhhh my god this has taken ages for no reason other than the fact that ive been really dragging myself to make presentable art JSNDJSJXNSJX.... i realize that i have never worked in real estate ( or at all ) which means i have probably fucked something up but uhh um ill deal with the backlash later :"D im also realizing how many odd unanswered bits and bobs this au is going to have in the future, which... i am ignoring for the most part for now, but there are SOME things that i DO have figured out like ghost lore... but thats for another time, for now i leave you with this >:)

#again i do apologize for not including scarabs reference SOB it was taking so looooong and if i didnt finish it by now i wouldve just never #posted it at ALL so im glad im able to get this out now #again still dont have a name... but would love suggestions if people have any :D #ive been thinking so hard about the name and havent landed on aaaanything dude #creepy crawlies? tell-tale?? witching hour?? GAHH THERES SO MANY OPTIONS AND I DONT KNOW WHETHER I WANT TO GO WITH SYMBOLISM OR SILLY SIMPL #but anyways time for real tags #prohibitedwish #prismo the wishmaster #scarab the god auditor #uhh idk what else to put HAHAHHA #dont wanna tag fionna and cake cause i feel like thats just a lie idk #ACKKK I CANT BELIEVE IM FINALLY POSTING THIS I AM. SO NERVOUS MY HANDS ARE SO SWEATY YOU DOTN EVEN KNOW #okay okay. sending post now oh god

[wolfjackle-creates]

WIP Wednesday

So, here's a short excerpt for WIP Wednesday (963 words)! Thank you for everyone who followed my new writing blog, the response has been so unbelievable.

Trigger Warning: Discussion of parental death

Original Prompt Fill

1st Shared Segment

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IKnowYourSecrets: hey

IKnowYourSecrets: I know this isnt something weve done before

IKnowYourSecrets: you said you got a cell for your last bday

IKnowYourSecrets: can I call you?

IKnowYourSecrets: heres my number XXX-XXX-XXXX

-xXPolarisXx-: is everything ok?

-xXPolarisXx-: dont answer that

-xXPolarisXx-: obv not

-xXPolarisXx-: my phones in my room brb

Danny ran up stairs to grab his phone and return to the computer before anyone could close out of his chat. He checked the number and dialed it, closing out of everything and logging out as the call connected.

“Tim?” he asked as soon as the ringing stopped. “What’s happened?”

“Danny? I… this is weird talking like this.” Tim’s voice was rough and Danny couldn’t tell if that was from emotion or just how he normally sounded.

Danny laughed a little. “Yeah. It is. Give me a sec, let me get to my room and I’ll shut the door. Give us some privacy.”

“I… yeah. I might need a few minutes.”

“Are you okay?”

Tim made a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a sob and Danny all but ran up the stairs. “No, not really. Um. My mom’s dead.”

“What?!" What was the appropriate response to something like this? Sometimes he wished he had Jazz's way with words. "What happened?”

“She and dad were in the Caribbean." Tim let out a huff. "I didn’t even know they were in the Caribbean.”

Danny made a noise to indicate he was listening, but waited for Tim to continue.

“There was a local villain named Obeah man. He captured them and held them ransom. Gave them some water to drink at some point, but… it was poisoned. By the time Batman got there, it was too late. Mom died.” Tim gave another half-hysterical laugh. “And my dad is in a coma. He may never wake up.” His voice trailed off.

Danny swallowed. How does anyone respond to news like that? “I’m so sorry, Tim. How are you holding up? What’s going to happen now?”

“The funeral is in two days. Bruce is organizing it. And I’m going to stay with him, I guess. He said he’d be happy to foster me until my dad gets better.”

“Shit, Tim. Text me during the funeral if you need to.”

“I might take you up on that. You won’t mind?”

“Of course not. Every 5 seconds if you need to.”

“Distract me. What’s going on in your life? I don’t want to think about any of this anymore.”

“Oh, uh, all right. Are you sure?”

“Please, Danny.”

“If you change your mind, interrupt me anytime.” Danny chewed his lip. What on earth could he talk about in response to news like that? The test he had in English last week? That sounded so trite. “I did start karate training with…” he trailed off before he could say his mom. “Anyway, it’s going all right. I’ve basically only been taught basic moves. I only get lessons two or three times a month so it’s slow going.”

Tim’s voice was still shaky, but he seemed to latch onto the topic to Danny’s relief. “You really have to give it your all if you want to succeed. Have you learned the basic stances and things?”

“Some, I think.”

“Hold those positions. Stand in your room and just hold them for ten minutes at a time. And practice the same punch over and over. Even if your m—” Tim’s voice caught and he changed course “—instructor can’t make it. Would you be allowed to sign up for classes? Get something more consistent?”

“We don’t have the money.” Danny bit back the embarrassment he felt at admitting that. Tim was rich-rich and never had to worry about things like bills. “Ghost hunting doesn’t really pay. My parents are at least good engineers so they can fix our own appliances and vehicles. Sometimes dad or mom will fix stuff for the neighbors for some extra money.”

Tim hummed in understanding and didn’t push the issue. “How did they even get into ghosts to begin with?”

“If we ever end up in the same place, you are not allowed to ask that directly to my parents. Don’t mention ghosts at all. They won’t stop talking for hours. As for how they got into it… Dad’s always believed in the supernatural. He could’ve just as easily started tracking big foot or the Loch Ness Monster. But he met mom in university and she was stuck on ghosts. Dragged him in, too. And he’s obsessive. Once he decides on something, that’s it.

“They were both studying the supernatural and had to decide what to focus on for their doctoral research. Mom’s hated ghosts since she was a teenager. Apparently she and a friend were dared to go into a haunted house one Halloween. She doesn’t talk about it much, but her friend died that night. She blames the ghosts and has dedicated her life to hunting them ever since.”

Tim clicked his tongue. “Wow. It almost makes sense with that back story.”

Danny snorted. “Ghosts aren’t real. I dunno what killed her friend, but it wasn’t a ghost. Wish they’d decided to hunt Bigfoot instead.”

“Really? Why do you say that?”

Danny looked out his window and stared at the setting sun. “If they were hunting bigfoot, we’d probably go camping more often. And I like camping. You get the best views of the stars that way.”

“What’s your favorite constellation?”

“That’s like asking who my favorite Star Trek character is! There’s too many to choose. But do you know the folk history of Polaris? It’s why I chose my username.” Danny talked to Tim about the stars and space until Alfred called him away for dinner. They made plans to talk online again later.

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Next

Now, I have a question for y'all. I was planning on finishing the entire work then publishing on a once a week basis until finished (or twice a week if I had more chapters than I expect). I've got the first chapter mostly done, just need to rewrite one section and change a few lines elsewhere. I also have the next 1.5 chapters mostly done on a first draft. I could start posting now, but I can't guarantee a posting schedule and I'll probably have to take a hiatus or two as I plan to get a new job and move sometime in the next few months.

So my question, do you want me to post now or wait? It'll probably be several months if not a year before I finish depending on how long I take and how many other projects catch my eye.

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In other news, the creator of the original prompt started their own fill, too! If you read mine, I am requiring you to check theirs as well because it is amazing 💕. Tumblr Link and AO3 Link

Tag List

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I removed the names of some people who requested a tag back in November but didn’t interact with the last snippet I shared. Since it’s been so long, I wasn’t sure if you were still interested. I’ll be more than happy to add anyone else, re-add anyone I took off, or take off anyone who doesn’t want future tags! Or start a separate list just for after there’s an AO3 link. Just let me know!

#dp x dc #my writing #bring me home fic #danny fenton #tim drake #first phone call #not a happy day #but theyll get through it

[aprocessionofthoughts]

To succeed is to fail

whumptober2023 day 9- mistaken identity fandom- Danny phantom x Batman TW- nothing summary- The Amity Parkers have the opportunity (they didn't want) to explore Gotham. It's just too bad that Danny looks a lot like adoption bait.

First of all, I’d like to state that I know this is whumptober. But the story disagreed. So now we have whumpcracktober.

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They were not supposed to be here. They didn't want to be here. They hadn’t even tried to be here. Yet luck had never been on the Amity Parker’s side before, and they should have realized this would be no different.

It was their senior year and things around Amity had calmed down. Or at least everyone was used to Amity’s special brand of crazy.

He had told his parents about Phantom and they had helped hunt down the GIW. Most of Amity was discovered to be liminal and most of the young people had developed some basic abilities. 

And then Mrs. Abernagaby decided that their science final would be a group project. This wasn’t anything new. Every year Casper participated in the Helping Intelligent Minds Be Outstanding competition–better known as the HIMBO competition.

And usually the smartest seniors would be picked to work on a group project to submit. Casper High had never won. So, this year Mrs. Abrnagaby decided that all the seniors could work on it together. Because more heads were better than one!

Obviously she didn’t remember what being part of a group project felt like. And she obviously didn't account for the fact that no one would care.

They weren’t even told what the award was since it varied year to year and was meant to be a surprise.

All they were told was that they had to design a new air filtration system.

So, being seniors who had survived ghost attacks, invasions, their town being pulled into another dimension, dealing with the GIW, and making it through adjusting to Amity shifting to the stranger side as everyone's liminality began to show, they did not try.

Which was how they ended up with this masterpiece.

The challenge was to design a new air filtrator. Which if they had wanted to, would have been easy since air filters that would reduce the amount of ectoplasm in the air had been designed before the residents realized it was too late to do any good, and so they had never been made.

They didn’t even submit a design; it was a paper mache volcano covered in everyone’s failed tests. The accompanying research paper they were supposed to submit had Dash’s and Paulina’s self-insert fanfics with– you guessed it– phantom as the love interest. Danny had tried to make them remove it since it was awkward now that they knew who he was, but they had claimed they wrote it before they knew. Danny knew this was a lie because they were lying liars who lied. 

The paper also included one of Sam’s activist papers, Wes’s conspiracies about Bruce Wayne being Batman’s sugar daddy (now that everyone knew Danny was Phantom Wes didn’t feel the need to include that research (he also believed that Batman was Bruce Wayne but didn’t want to antagonize the furry who could ruin his life)). 

Tucker had included evidence of a Pentagon hack he had done a few years ago, Mikey had drawn some incredible fanart about Green Lantern (he said this would have the greatest effect on Gothamites and Wes agreed saying Batman didn’t like Green Lantern. How he knew this, no one asked.).

And lastly, they attached a file of them doing the Harlem Shake.

Mrs. Abernagaby hadn’t even looked at it before sending it off.

And then of course they had won. And what a grand prize it was! They won a trip to Gotham to explore the various big businesses, as well as a chance to apply at those locations for internships. Yeah… Sam had found out all the other schools had dropped out after finding out the prize. No one wanted to go to Gotham. But the school said it was a learning opportunity! To see what it was like outside Amity! To see what normal was supposed to be like!

So, they were forced to go, but at least they got Mr. Lancer as their supervisor and they wouldn’t even have to take a long bus ride because Amity was friends with Gotham. Apparently there weren’t very many Living Cities and the two liked to talk. They also thought it would be hilarious if the Amity Parkers went to Gotham. So, Amity had temporarily turned the road that left the city into a portal that led to Gotham’s border, and at the end of the week Gotham would return them.

And that was how he had ended up here. In the back of a smelly van with a smelly bag over his head surrounded by smelly men probably heading to a smelly, sketchy location. All because these men were stupid and thought he was some Wayne kid.

Sure, he could have gotten out. But this was honestly more interesting than touring another boring building and having to almost get mugged again.

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AN-I plan to continue this but it probably won’t be until after October because I want to focus on completing the challenges I'm participating in.

#whumptober 2023 #whumptober #no.9 #mistaken identity #danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #batman #dp x dc #dp x dc fanfic #humor #no angst #I know this was supposed to be whumptober #but the story disagreed #what was I supposed to do #aren't we supposed to support our children's decision #I was being a supportive story writer

[mellarkably]

decided to lay out a few theories that have been solidified for me after watching the trailer!

1) nirmala is getting married. according to an article she has a love interest this season, someone who makes sandwiches, and considering all three vishwakumar girls are sitting on the side for the wedding, i think it’s basically confirmed. also, it’s supposed to be unexpected. can’t think of anything else more unpredictable than pati giving love another chance.

2) the ethan storyline will fizzle out by 405, 406 or 407 maximum. apparently, according to the writers, he has quite a temper, a classic bad boy of sorts. i assume he has something to do with the crude vandalism written on devi’s car after they break up.

3) paxton will give university a chance and decide it’s not for him in 403. i wouldn’t consider this as being regressive, as uni is not the path for everyone. he will work as a swim coach and advisor back at sherman oaks, therefore bringing him back into the love triangle (and also making things easier for the writers to keep him in the story).

also, #trexton4life.

4) ben and margot break up early on. due to the still of ben and margot below, i theorize devi may accidentally start a scene during this, and bring attention to their conversation. how? i’m not sure. 

i’ve never pegged margot to be the type of girl who tolerates any level of bullshit. so i don’t doubt she’ll take herself out of the relationship if there is ex mess involved. either way, don’t think they’re lasting in any way shape or form. mildly sucks because i loved her friendship with ben in s3 but whatever

5) ben and devi will not be on talking terms until 405. regarding why they’re still icing each other out, i’m assuming whatever incident happens in theory 4 above is why ben appears to be ignoring devi, and she is equally mad at him. the still below is from 403.

they patch things up during 405, specifically the scene at the bar when ben sees devi being harassed (?) and helps her out. maybe we’ll get a moment of devi icing ben’s bruise while they finally reconcile. they will NOT get together romantically this early, but will be back on bestie terms. refer to most of s3 benvi for dynamic.

6) eleanor pursues acting in new york and succeeds, which may drive a wedge into her relationship with trent. however, they will last. i also have a slight suspicion this is an eleanor pov episode.

she might also run into her mother due to that scene in the teaser where she is very visibly upset in the same outfit.

7) swimming will be the connection between devi and paxton, as maybe devi gives it another try. she’s said to be in her speedos in a leak during the middle of the season which i assume means she’ll join the swim team again.

this still below is in 407. they might have a moment of rekindling romance here. however, considering how different devi and paxton’s paths are and also the fact that he is now a staff member and she is a student, it doesn’t quite make sense for them to work out realistically or enter a relationship, more on that later. won’t make any guesses further than that, though.

8) devi, fab, and el will not make it to prom. the car crashes. they’re sitting on it while it’s night. that insinuates that they either make it very late or not at all.

9) ben climbs through devi’s window after prom to comfort her. he knows very well how much prom has meant to devi since they were kids and probably understands how much this must suck for devi. he’s also not in a suit which may mean he also could not go to prom. i won’t speculate the reason but it could be related to the altercation at the club if it was during a school field trip, maybe not. either way, they will finally have a proper conversation about their feelings. 

however a) i don’t think they will say their i love you’s here but either way, b) i have a slight feeling they might have sex, this time doing it because they feel it’ll work out and out of love, without any sort of miscommunication. the awkwardness from 401 will not be there post coital antics.

there is also the chance that this entire scene is a dream. i wouldn’t put that past the show because ben has never been the type to climb through devi’s window. however, it is sweet considering how willing ben is to step out of his comfort zone when it comes to her, so i choose to believe it’s real for narrative sense.

10) ben and devi have some sort of prom retry in 410, maybe in the last few minutes of the show, and their final love confessions happen here. the last scene maitreyi and jaren filmed was in a library, and she had a corsage on her wrist after wrapping. as mentioned before, attending prom meant a lot to devi and ben knows of this fact. as for the place, probably their college library, assuming they both go to the same place for post secondary education.

EDIT: it's also possible the library scene is a timeskip into the future. we shall see.

shows do film out of order, and the corsage could have been unrelated to onscreen plot. so as of right now, it’s just speculation

it is important to note that i do not want to assume who is endgame, as i try not to set any expectations. but personally, i don’t understand how devi and paxton would work from here if devi is going to university and paxton is staying at sherman oaks. her future seems to align with ben’s more. writing wise, and just logically, it would make more sense.

anyway, if i think of any more i’ll add them! thanks for entertaining my delusions ideas.

#never have i ever #nhie #nhie s4 #theories and predictions #devi vishwakumar #ben gross #nalini vishwakumar #paxton hall yoshida #kamala nandiawada #eleanor wong #fabiola torres #<- there are theories i have about her but they relate to leaks that are very much fact rather than prediction #and i don't want to include anything that hasn't been said in the trailer that will definitely happen #wink wink princeton leak #also where the hell is #aneesa quereshi #this entire time #anyway #ben x devi #devi x paxton #benvi #bevi #daxton #mainly team ben aligned #but i tried to stay neutral and just analyze the plot from whatever they've given us #meta #nhie s4 spec

[jamiesfootball]

❔

❔Choose a random WIP and talk about it.

So I've got this random wip that's been sitting in my drafts that is basically:

Roy and Jamie stick around after the gala talking to each other and having a surprisingly great time about it

'Give him an inch and he'll act like it's been three weeks' Jamie then shows up the next day assuming him and Roy are like. Best friends

'Takes 5 to 6 months to process things' Roy Kent is like fuck no. You're an awful person.

Jamie: *shocked pikachu face*

Roy: *does not want to feel bad about it* *does not want to feel bad about it* *the prick did it to himself* ........ *FEELS BAD*

Roy: be less of a dick and then we'll talk

Jamie: .......how much less of a dick?

Roy: what?

Jamie: like, 20% less?

Roy: No.

Jamie: 30%?

Roy: At least 90% less of a dick than your current levels of dickishness

Jamie: Can't go that high, I've got an image to protect. 75%

Roy: 80.

Jamie: Deal. FIFA at my place?

Roy: the fuck did I just agree to

What takes place after that is a slapstick level of antics as Jamie attempts (fails) (succeeds while failing?) to be exactly 80% nicer, which to him means that for every 4 '''nice''' things he does, he gets to cash in 1 free coupon to be a dick and Roy can't get mad at him for it. He's turned being nice into a points system.

"At least the good outweighs the bad?" Ted suggests when Roy tells him, which tells Roy that Ted isn't taking this seriously.

And the nice things he does? Somewhere between 'confused but he's got the spirit' and 'I guess that technically counts but I'm not happy with it.'

Nate - Compliments his hair every time he sees him. “Well I’m talking up, yeah? So his perceived value will seem higher than it actually is. Technically this should count as two since he's clearly insecure about it - I mean, why else would he keep dying it all the time. He isn't fooling anyone.”

[Isaac is now convinced Jamie is gay and in love with Nate. Colin is dying inside because when he tries to correct Isaac, Isaac acts like Colin is being homophobic. Jamie has no idea. Nate's self-esteem grows exponentially fast.]

Sam - Steps over him. Gets yelled at by Roy for not checking on his teammate. Points out Sam isn't actually hurt. Roy tells him it's still his job to back Sam up. Jamie backs Sam up by going at the guy who tackled him and gets yellow carded off the field.

This is not what Ted intended, but it's not...not the kind of behavior he wants from Jamie?

The entire team is just confused. Roy doesn't know how this became his problem.

Jamie is... confused for other reasons. Because he only did all this stuff, yeah, because there's this stupid bit inside him that he can't seem to shut up that's always been hurt that Roy Kent seems to hate him. And now Roy seems to (mostly) like (tolerate) him, and it's a little terrifying how fucking starved he is for that now. Not just from Roy either. Somewhere along the lines the other players on the team have warmed up to him too, and Ted looks pleased with him lately, and it all just way to much positive attention and validation for someone who's been starved for it for so long.

To his horror, the whole being nice thing is becoming a reflex. He hardly notices now when he tosses out a compliment that Nate's looking sharp today. He cashes in a point to tell Sam his passing was shit, then follows it up with a 'but you're looking faster out there' so he can start working up to the next point. Sam smiles at him like he never ever said the first part.

Sometimes Jamie catches himself being nicer and realizes he forgot to count it towards his points at all.

The more confused Jamie gets, the more concerned Roy finds himself about this whole weird situation. Frustratingly, he finds he actually likes Jamie. When he's not going out of his way to be a pain in the ass, Roy actually enjoys his company. Plus, now that he's tolerable to be around, Roy can stomach passing to him, and Richmond is starting to play well?

Then Jamie gets sent back to City : )

#in my head i've been calling this one 'ted lasso but with at least 50% more sports anime' #ask game #ask box is always open #sorry if you wanted something about one of my actual in progress wips #i psyched myself out and didn't know what parts of them to talk about #despite the fact that i am dying to talk about them #and then partway through this post I was like 'oh! I could have talked about this!' #but it was too late #jamie tartt #roy kent #afc richmond

[ddarker-dreams]

Stalemate. Yan Kaeya x Reader [COMM]

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, unbalanced power dynamics, and mentions of alcohol. Word count: 3k. 

You never understood the appeal of training dummies.

In the midst of a heated battle, it goes without saying that your enemy won’t remain perfectly stationary, oh so generously offering infinite openings to attack. Some might say that at the very least, it helps instill the basics. You would argue otherwise. The resistance of cutting through wood with your blade is nowhere near the same as slicing through flesh and bone. This aversion led you to never use this section of the Knight’s expansive training ground. That, and Ellin had a tendency to hover about the place like it was her secondary home. She’d sooner talk her opponent’s ear off than land a clean hit.

Fortunately for you, she’s currently nowhere to be seen. You have the entire location to yourself. And this mindless task of committing a frontal assault on an inanimate object is just the outlet you need.

For tonight, you will either be putting an end to your most pressing problem or birthing a new litany of them.

This restlessness borne from fear of the unknown is new in its sheer intensity. The only other touchstone you have to compare this trepidation would be the night before a pressing mission, when sleep becomes an elusive mistress. At least then the parameters could be understood without much fuss — the stakes painted in black and white. You’d either fail or succeed. The same could not be said for this endeavor. No matter how much foresight you employed or the long hours you dedicated to planning, the ‘enemy’ in this case is too fickle to define. Not for a lack of trying on your part. You did your research, as understanding your opponent is the most basic tenet to any fight.

Treasure hoarders want profit. The Fatui desire diplomatic gains. Hilichurls are territorial. Simple, simple. Any deviations from this were still branches on the same tree. They never totally departed from these common values.

The same could not be said for Kaeya Alberich. You’d classify him as an anomaly. And it’s just your luck that this anomaly happens to be what you’re forced to deal with.

The next hit you land on the crude dummy sends it catapulting across the ground.

You blink, shifting your stance from offensive to neutral. The wood all but shatters like glass upon its unceremonious tumble, pieces breaking off and scattering in multiple directions. You hadn’t intended to use too much force for this very reason. The mere thought of his name must’ve been enough for your muscles to use everything they have. Sighing quietly, you resign yourself to your fate of picking up jagged wood and earning multiple splinters for your trouble. If this was a premonition of things to come, you might just call it an evening and give up prematurely. Sure, it’s likely he’ll pester you for changing your mind, but him being irritating isn’t anything you haven’t dealt with already—

“I hope you weren’t imagining me as that dummy.”

So much for the option to retreat.

“Captain Kaeya,” you greet. The respect such a title implies is nowhere present in your tone. “You’re late.”

He saunters toward you with a smile that promises anything he says next is going to sound like nails on a chalkboard. “And you’re destroying the Knights of Favonius’ property. I hate to say it, but given our recent budget cuts, that might just be a worse infringement.”

“Deduct it from my salary then,” is all you care to say on the subject.

Unsurprisingly, he makes no effort to help you in collecting the scattered pieces. You gather the worst of it and place the pile on some nearby crates. Unabashedly curious as ever, he follows your every movement, not even bothering to act busy to justify his idling.

You wonder at what point he decided to do away with the chivalrous act he once loved to use. To your knowledge, your attitude toward him has never changed; so that couldn’t have been the trigger. The best hypothesis you could come up with is that once he saw acting charming didn’t get him anywhere, he didn’t see the need to put in much effort. Hence his current blasé attitude. When it’s just the two of you present, you treat him the same as one would their pet cat who has made a habit of knocking over their owner’s potted plants. Something in between dismay and minor disappointment.

You save the pieces that are near him for last.

It’s only when you have no choice but to approach that he feigns benevolence, picking up the last obliterated dummy remnant and holding it out like an olive branch. You’re rightfully hesitant to take it, for when you try, he moves away at the very last second. It isn’t unexpected so much as it is annoying.

“I’ve been holding my breath in anticipation all day,” melodramatic as his phrasing might be, you feel it’s not a total exaggeration. “I barely managed to get anything done ever since you paid me a visit with such an unexpected request. Couldn’t you have had mercy and done it a bit later on?”

“I didn’t realize you were so easily distracted.”

“Me either,” Kaeya chuckles. You do not. “Well? Will my patience be rewarded at long last?”

You cross your arms over your chest. He had some audacity to complain after being two hours late for the time he agreed to meet you. Nonetheless, getting flustered over his insolence so early on would be playing right into his hands.

It’s with this in mind that you reveal the reason you asked to meet him after your workday’s completion. “I’d like to accompany you back to your home.”

For quite possibly the first time since you’ve had the displeasure of making him acquaintance, Kaeya seems taken off guard. This surprise is but a momentary flash of lightning in the sky, over and done with as soon as it appeared. Similar to you, he doesn’t like to give away more with his expressions than he has to. The slight slip in his façade is a rare treat that you all but devour.

Kaeya hums, then places the last wood fragment in your now outstretched hand. “Not even going to bother asking me out to dinner first? I’m starting to get why they say romance is dead. That’s far from classy, [First].”

“What I intend to discuss,” you start, the temptation to turn your back so you wouldn’t have to see his self-satisfied face overwhelming, “Is not something I figured you want the public to overhear.”

This proclamation is, without a doubt, the boldest you’ve ever dared to be with your conniving Cavalry Captain. The ground you’re treading is uncharted territory. Throughout his months of schemes, you’ve allowed yourself to be pushed and pulled in multiple directions, only putting up enough resistance to not fall entirely. There was precious little else you could do in your predicament. He knew it, you knew it; you’re certain the mutual understanding brought him great pleasure. So for you to offer resistance even in the slightest is a treat you intend to cherish.

An enigmatic twinkle gleams in his eye. “And what do you mean by that, I wonder?”

Kaeya wants to see how far you’ll go and what boundaries you’ll traipse the lines of. In other words, he’s taking you seriously. Before, you were traipsing the line of no return. Testing the waters. You’ve taken the plunge, and in doing so, reduced your options to drowning or somehow clawing back to the surface.

Unfortunately for him, you’ve never been one to sink so easily.

“You’ll find out soon enough. Shall we?”

Before you can start in the direction of his apartment, he shakes his head, giving you pause.

“As tempting as you inviting yourself over to my home may be, I personally feel I have nothing to hide. So why not take me up on the aforementioned dinner instead? We can go over all the juicy details.”

You assess him without bothering to be discreet. What is he getting at? Surely, he must have some idea of where this conversation is headed, there was no one who could read in between the lines better than Kaeya. The plan hinged upon being able to put all your cards on the table. Would you be able to do that in a public setting? You thought you were prepared to make concessions tonight, you just hadn’t expected to start so early.

A few long seconds pass while you debate your options. Eventually, you give in, determination burning anew to make the best of the unexpected change.

“... You’re treating.”

“Gladly,” his gait and tone are far too leisure for your liking. It all but screams that he’s already getting what he wants, a precedent you don’t want to be set. “What kind of date would I be if I didn’t?”

-

Angel’s Share is undeniably Kaeya’s turf.

No one bats an eyelash at his special request for a table somewhat removed from the boisterous crowd. There’s enough privacy that you cannot justify backing down from your original goal, yet you’re in the public eye enough to make you question just where this confidence of his is coming from. And more importantly, if it’s deserved, or a false display of bravado to throw you off guard. You’ve yet to arrive at a conclusion.

The dinner has passed without major incident, lukewarm exchanges on your part and provocative comments on his. He does most of the talking while you give replies short enough to hinge on impoliteness. If this bothers him, you’d never be able to tell, for he speaks with enough enthusiasm to put a seasoned bard to shame.

It isn’t until he finishes up his third glass of Death After Noon that the real business for the evening is broached. “You can come out and say it whenever.”

The invitation is far from necessary — you were ready to do just that whenever the timing felt right.

“As you wish,” you take the posture of a diplomat preparing for heated negotiations. Squaring your shoulders, setting your mouth in a straight line, and maintaining unflinching eye contact. He might be acting dull from alcohol, but you know better than to believe such an obvious bluff. He’s sharp enough to cut should you not be careful.

“I want you to stop interfering with my career and my life. I want to be allowed on the field again, not cooped up in the Knight’s headquarters doing menial chores where I’m no use to anybody. I am not a maid or a servant. I understand that I joined the Knights later in life than most, but I believe the wealth of knowledge I’ve accrued is being wasted,” you steeple your fingers. “So… it’s with this in mind that I offer you a proposition.”

He doesn’t bother hiding that you’ve piqued his interest.

“Do tell.”

“I’ll be yours in every sense of the word. That is what you want, isn’t it? Complete and total dominion over me? Well, you’ll finally get what you want. Without resistance, without complaint. Just… Kaeya, please. Let me be of actual use to Mondstadt again. The world is getting scarier. Our Grand Master is off on an expedition with no return date. We can’t keep playing this game when people’s lives are on the line.”

When preparing for this moment, you thought you might falter. That despite your battle-hardened nerves, this would be the insurmountable obstacle you’d have no hope of overcoming. It wasn’t just your pride that you were trampling on. It was your life. After spending numerous hours tossing and turning in your bed, searching for some magical solution that’d make this scourge disappear, you found nothing. No easy way out of this maze he’s trapped you in for his own twisted entertainment.

If there was anything being a fighter your entire life taught you, it was how to choose your battles. You couldn’t keep fighting this one.

There are no quips or attempts to lighten the atmosphere, as is typical of the Cavalry Captain. You search his impassive countenance for any clues to know what might come next. Whatever tempest rages in the wasteland of his mind remains a mystery to you. He regards you, his usual coy smile gone. It’s in that instance that you wonder what feels worse: when Kaeya takes you seriously, or when he doesn’t. Both spelled special forms of disaster. The main difference is that you understood the latter far more than the former.

“You really are something special,” he finally admits. You hold your breath in the seconds that follow. “You’ve shown me so little of yourself for the longest time, it’s hard not to feel spoiled after hearing all this. There’s more to you for me to discover than I imagined.”

Your next words are chosen very carefully, like a merchant seconds away from potentially scoring the biggest sale of his life. “Then keep discovering more, Kaeya. You won’t if we keep playing the same game. I’ll make sure of it.”

“The same game…” he muses, testing the term on his tongue. The skin beneath his eyes crinkles. “While I can respect most of what you’ve said, that is where I’ll have to disagree, sweetheart. What we’re playing now is different from what it used to be. Granted, you haven’t bent nearly as much as most would in your situation, but is this not proof that not even you can continue to withstand the pressure?”

Kaeya leans in closer, whether for intimidation or intimacy’s sake, you don’t know. What you do know is that you refuse to cower away.

“I see no reason why I should drastically change our little dynamic that I do so enjoy. I wouldn’t trade it for the world, or the people who inhabit it. They can make do without you. I cannot. Or, to be blunt, I’d prefer not to.”

Frustration boils like a cauldron forgotten over a fire, threatening to spill out and scald everything in the vicinity. You part your lips, then close them just as fast, eyeing the clear amusement on his face. Loath as you are to admit it, he’s right that you’ve shown him the most you ever have about yourself tonight. You’ve offered the tiniest peak into a treasure trove that’s remained otherwise locked. When he stepped in to prevent your transfer to another unit, you said nothing. The times he interfered with you receiving a well-deserved promotion, you’d walk past him in the hallway as if nothing ever occurred. Assignments to dust offices, organize library books, deliver letters, all of these orders meant to rile you up were met with apathy.

You didn’t want to give in then and you’d be damned if you gave in now.

“... Very well,” a Ruin Guard’s robotic rumblings boast more vibrancy than your voice. The jewels he so desperately seeks won’t be put on display so easily again. If he denies you what you want, then you’ll deny him the satisfaction of witnessing your indignation. Simple as that.

He observes you as you sip away at your ice water, an eyebrow raised. “Not gonna try to sell me on the idea anymore?”

“If you want to phrase it that way, then yes,” you shrug.

“Personally, I’d love to hear how you’d phrase it.”

“I’m sure you would, Captain,” another sip. Your grip on the glass is tight but your voice is not. You relax your posture, sinking back into the uncomfortable wooden chair as if it were a throne. When referring to him as his title again rather than his name, a little detail that you know he cares about no matter how hard he tries to hide it, you thought about changing your intonation. Placing extra stress on Captain so that he could feel but an ounce of your spite. You decided that even that would be giving him too much.

Your self-control is rewarded, for he sighs, though the impish smile never leaves his face. It might as well be carved into his flesh from how often you see it.

“You’re breaking my heart here, [First]. I thought we were getting somewhere.”  

“We were,” you agree. “Now we’re not.”

“And what a shame that is.”

“Hm.”

Kaeya beckons for the waiter, presumably to ask for another drink. You were entertaining the thought of dessert before, but your Captain has the unique ability to wipe away your appetite. From your perspective, there’s no point in wasting your time and hanging out any longer with your original goal all but six feet under. The laughter, singing, and occasional crash from drunkards bumbling about have long lost their dwindling charm. For propriety's sake, you don’t storm off or make a scene. You have every intention of remaining until the waiter scurries over so that you can voice a pressing question on your mind.

“I hope you aren’t too upset with me, [First],” he really sounds like he means it too, but you know better. “If you don’t mind my saying so, I think it was a productive evening. This has given me an opportunity to learn more about you. And well, there’s nothing more valuable to me than that.”

While it’s true that he’s learned more about you, the sentiment goes both ways; you feel you understand him better as well. Namely, his priorities, but more important than that, the full extent of what he wants from you. Everything may not have turned out how you wanted, yet you can say with confidence that your opponent is becoming less of a mystery.  

The waiter approaches your table, his apprehension at the tense atmosphere apparent. He was wise in speaking mostly to Kaeya and acting like you didn’t exist. Kaeya requests another drink as you predicted, but before the waiter could make his swift departure, he thrusts the spotlight onto you.

“What about you, [First]? Any other special requests?”

“Actually, there is one thing I wanted to ask for.”

“Be my guest then.”

The softest smile settles on your lips as you turn to face the nervous waiter.

“Please bring the check when you get the chance. Oh, and do me a favor too. Make sure that it’s separate.”

#kaeya x reader #yandere kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #yandere kaeya alberich x reader #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #commissions #my stuff

[moonshade45]

What if?

Imagine if the animatronic Miko AU took place after the bots left? I think that would also be a good angst and probably even MORE devastating scenario for the bots.

Either they left earth and came back quite a couple years later (like when the kids would be in their middle adult ages) to visit their human friends.

And the kids now adults Jack and Raf have to hide the fact that Miko died a month or two after they even left. Or they tell them and Bulkhead has a breakdown that his basically adopted daughter is long dead. Not knowing said girl is watching them in Jack's garage in her animatronic form.

It's already depressing if the bots are sad to see the kids age quickly, after learning they age up to only around 100 if they're lucky, they got more protective and more in their lives to watch them succeed. When they came back they would probably promise to visit more often since its only been the equivalent of a few weeks for them while the kids are adults already.

Bulkhead and Wheeljack trained Miko to be a wrecker for a future cybertron she'll 'never' get to see. But now they learn that she never even got to reach adulthood? They would be broken. All of them.

OR! another scenario with this idea: its been over 100 years and the bots visit Earth when they finally get the chance. They know it's too late but still visit to contact the government about their friends resting places.

The government gave them the location of a beautiful field-like place, where the three kids had chosen to have their graves put (they might have found Miko's body and she requested it be buried there. her friends follow suit when they grow old) the bots mourn the children that they will always see as sparklings in their eyes. Happy that they at least had a full life.

At least. Until Ultra Magnus takes a closer look at Miko's grave. What if he noticed that the girls death date was not even close to the other two children? He takes account of the date and points out to the bots that the girl had died not even two months after their departure from earth. Making the mood even worse for the two wreckers and captain of the three. The youngest member of the Wreckers hadn't even made it to adulthood. Somehow she died. Was she sick? Did she have an illness she never told them about? Was she KILLED?

They mourn the deaths of the kids, and the one that will forever remain a child in spirit. They can only hope the three are at peace. They mourn around their graves and plan to give the children a small ceremony of gratitude on Cybertron with all the other fallen soldiers throughout their war.

As they pray for the children's peace. Three animatronics watches from a distance. Far from the eternal peace. But closer to a loving family they so wish to embrace with a reunion. Ever so bittersweet.

(This is a what if for my AU, this idea for it is not made Canon. But for now it is a more depressing idea for it)

#transformers #weird au #transformers prime #fanfic #miko nakadai #transformers au #archive of our own #miko centric #miko #Animatronic Rockstar AU #fnaf games exist and a guy tried to make an animatronic like it but was arrested so he left the unfinished robot in the woods #animatronic au #fnaf x tfp #fnaf crossover #dead miko #this is just a scenario #what if #i guess you could say #also if you dont get the last part #Jack and Raf became animatronics as well to be with their friend #thats probably not gonna be canon for the future fic of this

[zykamiliah]

I’m gonna be honest, I don’t think SJ would have ever been happy as a Peak Lord. The only reason he took the job was because of YQY and he thought he’d be able to protect himself better as someone of high status. He never had the right kind of mind or attitude for teaching and never had the social skills to get along with his peers. He’d have been much happier as a wandering cultivator but that wasn’t where YQY was so even then he’d have never been fully satisfied.

oh my god sorry for the late reply

i also think that sj got attached to having status and power because he knows that powerful people can get away with anything, since he knows what that's like thanks to Qiu Jianluo. He definitely didn't want to be on the receiving end of all that power and influence. I think that, even if he wasn't a good teacher, if he had able to deal with his inner demons (literally and metaphorically) he wouldn't have had so much trouble living in CQM. But he hated men to the point of being unable to sleep next to his peers, and when he became a peak lord he turned paranoid, thinking people wanted to undermine him and usurp his place, was envious of anyone with more potential or power than him. and like, not all of that was yqy's "fault", since we see in the qijiu extra's opening scene what he was like as a 12 years old. i love the parallels between qijiu as kids and qijiu as peak lords because the latter is basically a reenactment of their childhood dynamics: sj fighting with others, yqy the protector who always tried to smooth things over and let sj get away with anything, etc. then his dynamic with lbh and nyy is a reenactment of his life with the qius, this time with him as the one abusing his power. it sort of feels like there's something inescapable about their fates, and it goes to show how much work sj needs to achieve a modicum of peace, though of course if he was sure of yqy's love for him that would be a great start.

sorry for rambling. back on topic. why did sj became a peak lord?

“If I said that I wasn’t doing well at Qing Jing Peak, what would you do?” Shen Qingqiu asked, slow and measured. “Would you help me enter Qiong Ding Peak, just as you recommended me for Qing Jing?”

Yue Qingyuan gave it some thought, then said solemnly, “If that’s what you wanted.”

“Clearly I don’t want that,” Shen Qingqiu said with a resolute humph. “I want to be head disciple. Would you be willing to give me your position? Let me become the sect leader?” he asked, forceful and lofty. “For better or worse, Qing Jing Peak ranks second among the Twelve Peaks. I’d rather wait to succeed this one.”

it's clear he wants power and influence, and if he'd had the chance he would have gone for the sect leader post. can you imagine that??

In the past, Qiu Jianluo had forced Shen Jiu to learn how to read and write. Shen Jiu had been unwilling to learn, had detested it to the point of madness, yet now it was only through his abilities in reading and studying—through being smarter than his peers—that he’d been able to earn the Qing Jing Peak Lord’s favor. To make it even more laughable, of the thousands of possible names in this world, the peak lord had just happened to name him “Qingqiu.”

But no matter how laughable, no matter how it made him gnash his teeth, Shen Qingqiu still wanted that name, for this name represented that from now onward, a shining new life was his.

sj is ambitious. that's why i think he' wouldn't be happy with living like a common person. he also likes luxury so i guess he'd detest the life of a wandering cultivator because it would to much like living in the streets, where he spent most of his childhood. he likes quiet and staying inside. he liked the security of being at the top.

so i don't think it would be impossible for him to have a life more suited to him, that wasn't such a consequence of his traumas and how he copes with them, but like i said, it would take a lot of work and healing.

#svsss #svsss meta #shen jiu #original shen qingqiu #zykamiliah-svsss #anonymous

[vroyales]

is that DAVID CASTAÑEDA? oh, no, that’s JAVIER ELIO DOMINGUEZ-HERRERA, a THIRTY-TWO year old FREELANCE CINEMATOGRAPHER who uses HE/HIM pronouns. they currently live in SANTA MONEDA in VALPARAÍSO, and the character they identify with most is SPENCER SHAY from iCARLY.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ basics.

full name: javier elio dominguez-herrera .

nickname(s): javi ( preferred ) , elio ( by select few ) .

age: thirty - two .

zodiac: libra .

birthdate: 8th of october , 1991 .

ethnicity: mexican .

gender: cis male .

pronouns: he / him .

orientation: bisexual / biromantic .

occupation: freelance cinematographer .

language(s) spoken: spanish ( with veracruz dialect ) , english .

character inspirations: edward elric (fullmetal alchemist) , tadashi hamada (big hero 6) , laios touden (dungeon meshi) , sokka (atla) .

aesthetics: candid photos of fond memories , loud guitar riffs , messy bed head and cowlicks , early 2000s emo phases , a collection of old playstation games on display , band posters covering your bedroom wall , loud music coming from a car passing by , the warmth of the sun in the late afternoon , your reflection off of the lens of a camera , worn out converse , shelves lined with old cds .

most replayed song: besitos by pierce the veil .

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creative, rambunctious, eccentric, curious, protective. the type to defend his siblings to the end of the earth. wears his heart on his sleeve but acts like he doesn't. incredibly caring towards those he loves, familial or not. shy at first, can even be a bit awkward, but eventually opens up and really lets loose. can be a bit chaotic but means well, truly. nerds the fuck out with film and rock music, but tries to avoid coming off as pretentious (though he doesn't always succeed at that).

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javier was the sunshine to a newly-wed couple, blessing them on a warm october morning. his mother gave him the middle name elio, derived from the greek word helios, to symbolize the brightness he brought with him in his birth. his parents were both big names in mexico's pop culture: his mother being a renowned pageant queen turned scream queen and his father being an adored tejano musician. his youth was happy and healthy, a spoiled only child for the first nine years of his life.

however, the dynamic of the family eventually took a hit. his parents had been going through a rough patch for months at this point, arguments being heard from the other room (which in turn would make javi turn up the volume on his tv to drown out the noise). he was too young to really understand the severity of the problems, but what he did understand was that he suddenly had two siblings. at first he was confused: his mother never said she was having twins. but when his father's affair was explained to him and another child was brought into the family, javi wasn't sure what to do. he had been excited to become a big brother, and with two babies in the family now, he was even more excited to be a good role model for them. but something was different. call him a mama's boy, but an anger toward his father started spreading in his heart. how could his dad cheat on his mom? how could he do that to the family that loved him so much?

he made it a point to be a caring older brother, playing with luna and esme all the time. he introduced them to video games, letting them sit on the couch while he sat on the floor and played resident evil and silent hill. he'd teach them how to play: luna being a lot more eager than esme, but luna had a bad habit of accidentally deleting or overriding his saves (this would be the cause of most of their fights).

he also introduced the twins to grunge and emo music, showing off his CDs and the seemingly hundreds of band posters lining all four of his bedroom walls. when he was about 16, an impulsive and rambunctious javi decided to start a band with his best friends, showing off the guitar skills he had practiced for the last six years. his band wasn't very big, as most of their "shows" were in someone's garage with family and close friends attending the small crowds. he asked his family to not broadcast his band, being embarrassed (as most 16 year olds can be) of his skill and always preferring to be on the other side of cameras. the band broke up the year after they graduated high school, but javi continued with his love for playing music, learning covers of his favorite songs in his room and having luna and esme sing and perform along with him.

when he was 20, the family packed their bags and moved to new york. his mother claimed it was to protect her children, with luna and esme often being victims of bullying over rumors of their mother being a bruja. javi would get sly comments in school about it, most of which he'd ignore or retaliate with swearing and his middle finger, but was surprised to hear how mean and relentless his siblings' classmates were. he hesitated with leaving his life behind in veracruz, but his need to protect his siblings far overpowered that. he held luna's and esme's hands as they exited the plane at jfk airport, reassuring them that he wasn't going to abandon them anytime soon.

adjusting to life in america had its challenges, but javi eventually started blossoming. he decided to attend university with the intention to major in latin american studies, but after one filmography elective class, everything changed. he switched his major to film, specializing in cinematography, and never looked back. he always knew he liked being behind the camera lens, being the one to take photos or videos of his friends and family, but he never realized just how much he enjoyed it until that chance class. his parents were thrilled to see the spark in his eyes when discussing film, and they immediately pushed for him to get internships in the film industry. they helped him get cameras to study and practice with at home (nothing industrial like on movie sets, but practice is practice). as the years went by, javi was able to obtain more jobs as a cameraman for different movies (thank you nepotism!), cementing a name for himself in the industry.

years later, luna broke the news that they were moving to chile with esme to attend university. their mother spoke to javi privately, asking him to go with them to protect them. he'd heard this before, and didn't hesitate. he grabbed his things, bought a plane ticket, and held luna's and esme's hands as they exited the plane at amb airport.

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when he and/or his siblings get into fights, he resolves the issue by talking it out — with a talking stick that he's used since 2006. takes it very seriously, not allowing anyone to talk unless they're holding said stick. its decorated in stickers luna and esme picked out.

took the twins to their first ever concert in new york to see pierce the veil. ptv is his favorite band, and he's brought his posters of them every time he's moved.

his second-favorite band is system of a down. he almost always picks chop suey if he's at karaoke.

his relationship with his father is significantly better than it was when javi was adolescent, though he still struggles with forgiveness. he knows his father has done everything he can to make amends for his affair, and he has a lot of guilt for still feeling the way he does.

he hyper-analyzes his interactions with people, especially in romantic context, in an effort to not end up like his dad. he also goes out of his way to be a good big brother to luna and esme, due to his desire to be a solid male figure in their lives (he was always worried his dad would cheat again. he never did, but it never soothed the worry in the pit of javi's stomach).

walking into his room feels like being shot back to the early 2000s. he has CD players for his collection, his original playstation and game cube, a stereo which he listens to the radio on, lava lamps on his nightstand, and his walls are always lined with his favorite bands from his youth.

his iq drops when he's around rafa. they grew close once he moved to new york and is a definite enabler for rafa's bad ideas.

loves horror — but what else do you expect from the son of a scream queen? he goes all-out for halloween decorations, focusing on the more scary aesthetics of the holiday. he's been pyramid head from silent hill for halloween for the last three years.

goes out of town every so often to film. it took a minute, but he was able to get his foot in the door in chile's film industry. he enjoys traveling but definitely prefers being home.

big anime guy (his favorites being dbz, one piece, and naruto), and to this day he still collects yu-gi-oh cards, one of his most prized possessions.

collects pocket and butterfly knives, and knows a few flashy tricks. tends to play with them when stressed out to keep his hands busy.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ wanted connections. (more tba!)

the usual! friends, best friends, neighbors, maybe an ex fling or two, other people in the film industry, etc.

subjects for his independent projects. he likes to make short films in his spare time and would appreciate anyone willing to stand in front of the camera.

musicians or other music lovers. despite not being in a band since high school, i'd love to have javi explore his love for music during his free time between filming.

#valpohqintro #꒰ intro ꒱ javi #sorry his bio is so long i was locked in

[amazinglyegg]

hi! Following seeing some of your posts and the art by typosandtea, I was wondering what your lore/ hcs for Cutler are! I LOVE your design for him

also just came to say I think you’re awesome :) have a great day

Thank you so much!! Your headcanons on Cutler have been amazing as well, I'm so glad this character that gets like, two lines of dialogue about him is getting recognized by the fandom (as he DESERVES!)

Headcanons about Cutler

Cutler had his eyes on the cute scrap seller in Rivet City for a while, and their first real interaction was him trying to flirt.

Danse, being on the aroace spectrum (maybe demisexual?) and extremely oblivious, never realized this fact. He assumed Cutler was just trying to haggle for a lower price.

Cutler never bought anything though. Instead he would ask about the original uses of all the pre-war items Danse had in stock and watched as Danse's face lit up. He loved to listen to him ramble about things he was passionate about.

He asked Danse out for a meal one evening and Danse, hungry and poor, was happy with the free food. Danse never quite picked up on Cutler's crush, but Cutler took it in stride anyway - he was a very carefree guy who was perfectly fine with making a new friend.

Danse and Cutler were basically opposites. Cutler was always impulsive and chaotic, big golden retriever energy, and Danse was much more reserved and anxious when he was younger.

They balanced each other out well, Danse could reel Cutler's chaos in and Cutler taught Danse to loosen up a little. They got into trouble sometimes, but never anything too serious.

I also imagine Cutler to be a bit of a nomad. He had a sister at home he'd send mail to regularly, but other than that he was always moving and exploring the wasteland without a specific goal in mind, only staying at places for a few months at a time before moving on.

So of course he was hyped about the Brotherhood recruiting. Free food, clothing, shelter, and education! And once he got bored he'd just dip and find a new place to call home like he always has.

He probably would have left the Brotherhood long before his scouting op if it wasn't for Danse, honestly.

His opinion of Danse was a complicated one. Depsite not usually becoming attached to friends or lovers, he had this urge to keep Danse safe and watch him succeed in life. Danse was such a strange guy with such a complicated mind it was like watching a bug under a microscope... and his crush on him really didn't help.

By the time he realized just how deep of a hole he dug himself into it was too late to back out and go back to his nomad life. Not that he minded, he was more than happy following Danse to wherever he wanted to go.

At a certain point they both knew they loved each other, but nothing was ever said. It really wasn't important to either of them to label their relationship or have some sort of big admission of love. They just silently knew they'd be there for each other no matter what.

The last time they saw each other was when Cutler was leaving on his mission. He waved through the window of the vertibird and Danse, not wanting to break protocol, kept a steady salute and didn't wave back. They really thought they were going to see each other again.

As for physical features

Danse struggles with a bit of face blindness, so he tends to look for concrete features like hair, markings, or clothing to identify people. Cutler of course mirrored this perfectly by being very noticable in terms of appearance.

Blonde hair, green eyes. A burn scar going down his face and to his shoulder. Cheap jewelery with a fake gold chain necklace. And, despite how cold it probably was in rivet city, he always wore a white tank top. He was a very memorable guy and didn't change his outfits often!

When Cutler died he still had his dogtags and chains around his neck, almost tight enough it was constricting blood flow. This sticks with Danse for a long time and plays a bit into my fic Danse and Uncertainty where he gets all emotional seeing a feral with a sundress on. It reminds him that all these monsters were once human, and potentially once someone's friend.

I don't quite have a story in mind for his burn scar, but given how he spent a big chunk of his life moving around it's not surprising he had some scars. He was never self conscious of them and loved showing them off and telling the stories, even if he had to stretch the truth a bit to make them more interesting.

#fallout 4 #paladin danse #cutler #headcanons #fallout 4 companions

[hyacinthoideshispanica]

I just had an idea for a Feysand au.

Rhys and Feyre both went to art school and were rivals/Feyre hated him because one day after the first week or so, Feyre came into class and saw that Rhys had a small tattoo on his arm that looked similar to a sketch she had done a few days ago. She's so mad that she throws her shoe at him and accuses him of stealing her work. Rhys just shrugs it off and says he didn't steal her work, he was just inspired by it.

Years go by, and they've graduated. Feyre runs an art studio and is slowly making a name for herself. Rhys became a successful tattoo artist.

One day, they randomly run into each other, and the old rivalry sparks up again. Feyre announces that her work is about to be featured in a gallery show, and Rhys tells her that really popular celebrities have started booking appointments with him. They end up making a bet over who can become more famous in a certain amount of time. If Feyre wins, Rhys has to publicly admit that he stole her design all those years ago, and if Rhys wins, he gets to give Feyre a tattoo.

The deadline for their bet ends up being on the same night as the art show, and Feyre's confident she'll win, but then only a handful of people come because like, a block away, Rhys has two or three celebrities in his shop at once. So, basically, everyone in town is crowded around there.

Feyre's heartbroken and closes the show hours earlier than planned. Hours later, after a few glasses of wine, she marches down to Rhys's shop, planning on screaming at him for ruining the most important night of her life and maybe breaking the shop window or something but when she gets there, it's empty, dark and locked up. Feyre realizes it's midnight, and she just completely breaks down.

Rhys realized he had forgotten something at the shop, so he comes around the corner and just sees Feyre, on the ground just sobbing. He asks if she's alright, and she tells him to go to hell. He invites her inside because it's freezing and begrudgingly, she accepts. He makes her tea and asks why she was lurking in front of his shop so late. She explains he ruined her show, and Rhys is super confused because, "Feyre, your show is tomorrow night." She stubbornly tells him he's wrong. It was tonight, and it was a failure because of him.

Rhys pulls up an announcement of the show on his phone and shows her, and Feyre realizes that the wrong date had been put on it.

Rhys asks if she really thought he'd steal such an important night from her like that, and Feyre reminds him that he stole her work back in school.

Frustrated, Rhys rolls up the sleeve of his shirt and shows her the tattoo while also pulling up a screenshot of her own sketch. He points out the differences, and Feyre, now looking at the work side by side, realizes that, while Rhys was definitely inspired by her sketch, he had altered it to be uniquely his and hadn't actually stolen it.

"I told you back then, remember? I didn't steal your work, I was inspired by it. You inspire me."

He pulls out a portfolio full of sketches inspired by her own work, and he tells her that, apart from his own tattoo, he's never tattooed any of these designs. He's never even shown them to anyone else before.

Feyre: You have an entire portfolio of work you've never used. Why?

Rhys: I almost dropped out of school. I felt like I wasn't talented enough and was just wasting time and money like my father said I was, but then one day, I looked over, and there you were sketching. It was beautiful, you were beautiful and for the first time in a very long time I felt hope that I would succeed. So, after months of staring at blank paper, I finally drew something, and the end result was this. (He gestures to his tattoo) You're the reason I kept going Feyre, the reason I stayed with art and now have this shop. And now, whenever I start to doubt myself, I look at your work and feel inspired again. You're my salvation, Feyre. "

Feyre is stunned and starts crying. Rhys wipes her tears away, and they start kissing.

The next night, the gallery show is a huge success. Several celebrities come and purchase paintings, and a few of them introduce themselves to Feyre. Telling her that Rhys has been telling them about her work and how she's his muse for months now. Feyre goes to shake hands several times but, at the last minute, has to awkwardly switch from her left to her right because her left hand is currently wrapped up in plastic. Healing from the fresh tattoo Rhys gave her earlier that day after they spent the rest of the night together in Rhysand's apartment. It's a large piece, covering the tips of her fingers all the way up to her elbow, full of dark swirls. They designed it together.

Sorry this is so long. I don't have the talent to write a full fic, so if anyone wants to use this as a prompt, please feel free.

#acotar #feysand #feysand au #feyre archeron #rhysand #rhys and feyre #tattoo au #fic prompt #modern feysand au #modern acotar #acotar au

[mattsobvimyfav]

For sport (Matthew Sturniolo & Chris Sturniolo)

Pt 3

A.n - hey yall so this is gonna be a very very very slow burn I already have some chapters written so I will probs rapid fire. It will be toxic, there will be angst , smut , everything you can possibly think of. It happens.

t.w. - mention of toxic parents and body image.

Not really proof read either.

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Y/N’s POV

I pulled into my mother’s house dreading walking in. I turned off my car grabbing my phone and backpack. “How was the first day of classes, Have any homework?” My mother. Straight to the point. I’ve always heard how other mothers radiate love and happiness. Lucky them. Mine radiates anger and uneasiness. “No, it was the first day.” I say grabbing a water out of the fridge and turning towards her. “I dont need the attitude go to your room” I rolled my eyes and walked to my room, grateful I was sent there and did not have my door taken off its hinges… again…

I changed into shorts and a cropped top and opened my phone seeing Matthew still had me added I decided to add him back expecting nothing to come out of it. I was correct in assuming that because after a three-hour nap, I woke up to a couple of snap chats from my streaks and texts from Haylee.

Haylee-

4:32

How is it?

5:20

Did she take your phone again?

6:13

Ill assume that or your sleeping, ill wait and see.

Y/N-

7:38

Noooo i got sent to my room, and took a nap. I’m gonna pick out a cuter outfit tmrw

Oh yeah and mattaddedmeonsnapchat

Haylee-

7:39

WHAT?!! Has lindsy threatened your life yet?

I decided to just FaceTime with her because, if you know me, you know, I hate texting and would much rather just talk on the phone. She immediately picks up as I give her the run down of how he added me when I got in my car and decided she would help me pick out my outfit for the following day.

We had decided since I wore such an unflattering outfit the first day, I’d wear something that showed off my figure a little more. I didn’t waste 12 years of soccer and at the gym to noto show off what I worked so hard to succeed. We stayed on the phone for the next two hours trying to decide on a color for my homecoming dress, our school had homecoming, snowball, a spring formal, and prom. So homecoming was pretty early into the year.

Once we hung up I made myself a quick sandwich before getting in the shower and getting ready for bed, day two of classes is usually when they actually buckle down and start teaching.

I woke up the next morning, washing my face and brushing my teeth before letting my hair hang loose in its natural state, wavy straight basically just a mess, and put on my outfit. I threw on a pair of black gym shark leggings and a forest green cropped crew neck with some blazers. I never was one to wear jeans literally ever so this was about the best you’d get out of me until summer came along. I grabbed my backpack and checked my phone to see Haylee texting me asking what I would want from dunkin. I quickly responded and threw my phone into my waistband walking out to see my mom in her usual spot on the recliner.

“I’m going to school.” I stood in the entry of the living room looking at her “Are you sure your skinny enough for that outfit?” I scoffed rolling my eyes and walking out of the house. My mom was a real charmer you see, I was skinny. I was very fit. I worked really hard since I was a bigger kid and my mom would make fun of me. I let her words roll off my back now knowing I did look good and I did not need her to tell me whether I did or didnt.

I plugged my phone in and started to listen to the neighborhood as I peeled off heading to school, I was about fifteen minutes early as I parked next to Haylee turning off my car and hoping into hers.

“Good morning my peach” I said as I grabbed the bagel she had got for me.

“Good morning, what is on the schedule for today. Leaving early?” I shook my head no, “This is when Ill be assigned work so Ill stay late for the week and friday we will leave early” she nodded as we sat on our phones finishing our breakfast. We had lost track of time, the bell rining snapping us back to reality. We walked in with our bags and drinks in hand.

“Dad’s tonight?” she asked as I grabbed my first two classes books and notebooks out.

“Yeah. mom basically called me fat this morning so I’ll be there if you wanna come” She smilled nodding before pulling me a pencil out of my locker placing it on my books and walking away. She knew me well enough to know I would forget it.

Math was easy per usual. I accidentally took a nap the second period of english. That was okay though because that meant it was time for lunch. I grabbed my dollar bills and made my way to the vending machine getting a bubbly drink and a bag of chips. I walked into the lunchroom taking a seat at my friend, Olivia’s table.

“Y/N we missed you this summer.” She said wrapping her arms around me

“Yeah squirt” Olivias boyfriend followed behind, Nate, They had been dating since the first week of freshmen year and I loved them both deeply.

“I know, me and Haylee went up and down the whole state this summer” I smiled before opening my bag of chips. Lunch was filled with talking nonsense and giggling at each other until the bell rang. Olivia gave me a hug before walking away, she was like a literal ray of sunshine over me.

I took my seat placing my books down for my last four periods of the day as Matthew walked in just as the bell rang and shot me a smirk, I rolled my eyes at him before shoving my stuff to the side and sending Haylee a quick text asking to go shopping after school.

“Alright class, Since its the begging of your senior year I decided to make this assignment easy for you and you will be working in partners. I hated school even more when partners were involved. Our teacher started reading off names once he finally got to me “Y/N and….” He said glancing around the room “Matthew!” I immediately head planted into the desk annoyed, I had gone three successful years in none of his classes and keeping out of Lindays b-line of terror.

Matthew pulled up a chair next to me “Alright, I dont want to do any work this period so I say we do it tonight and Ill just text you” I agreed seeing as not the smalled part of me wanted to participate either. “I dont know what time Ill be home, me and Haylee are going shopping” I said looking down at my phone “Shopping for what” He asks “Hoco dress” I kept scrolling through the online shop as he nodded looking back at his phone,

The bell finally ring sending us to gym, I asked my gym teacher if I could go grab some work I needed to complete from my shop and she let me go, that was a lie, there just wasnt a single part of me wanting to go to gym.

I sat with Mr. Reynolds for the remainder of gym while he questioned me on the state of my eye, the left only a little yellow still and the right still bruised. The bell rang singnaling I had to head to biology. I said goodbye to my favorite teacher and made my way to class.

Walking in I noticed Mattheew already sitting, I decided to take this time to really look at him. He was wearing a black T-shirt and Haylee was not lying one of his amrs completely covered in patch work. He had on black cargo pants, his hair messy, and his stubble still growing in.

“You know its rude to stare” Matt said snapping me back to reality taking a seat a couple over from him “In your dreams” Just as I thought one sturniolo per class was enough I was bombarded to see Christopher walking in sitting inbetween me and Matt. I didnt dislike chris. He was funny enough and nice to me whenever we spoke, which was quiet alot because we were in the same shop “Hey pickle. Heard about the party. If you want Ill be the shit out of that guy” Chris said smirking at me. I giggled at him at the fact he still calls me pickle only Mr. Reynolds and Chris do that. “Its fine Chris. Ill be okay” Matt stared at us as me and Chris talked.

Once the class was over I started packing up my stuff “Hey you going to Homecoming?” Chris asked as I was putting my bag over my shoulder “Yeah, why?” I looked at him confused. “Go with me. I dont have a date so it should be fun” I took a minute to think before figuring who would it hurt “Sure Ill text you the color i pick out later” He gave me a quick side hug as he ran off towards the doors. “Ill text you tonight” was all Matt said before also walking out the door. I stood there waiting for Haylee because I couldnt possibly wait to tell her I had found a homecoming date. Even if it was only chris he was one of the more attractive guys in our grade so I was happy my pictures would come out good.

Tag -

@worldlxvlys

#matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #nick sturniolo

[cilil]

☽ Late Night Musings - Irmo & Estë ☾

. . . α𐓣ᑯ ⱺ𝖿𝗍𝖾𐓣 𝗍ɦ𝖾 𝐕αᥣα𝗋 𝖼ⱺꭑ𝖾 𝗍ɦ𝖾ꭑ𝗌𝖾ᥣ𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗍ⱺ 𝐋ⱺ𝗋𝗂𝖾𐓣 α𐓣ᑯ 𝗍ɦ𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗂𐓣ᑯ 𝗋𝖾ρⱺ𝗌𝖾 α𐓣ᑯ 𝖾α𝗌𝗂𐓣𝗀 ⱺ𝖿 𝗍ɦ𝖾 ᑲυ𝗋ᑯ𝖾𐓣 ⱺ𝖿 ��𝗋ᑯα.

The reason why Estë and Irmo work so well together and have such a beautiful realm is, simply put:

Irmo = mental health

Estë = physical health

And the interesting thing is that Irmo isn't even necessarily or primarily a healer. He's a Fëantur first and foremost, he could just sit in ghostly halls and deal with spirits or be in people's dreams all day. But instead he chooses to assist his wife and help people, to the point that he's become associated with rest and healing as well.

I think he really wanted to help, heal and bring some joy and whimsy into the world and found a perfect partner in Estë who was more than happy to pursue this goal together with him. She taught Irmo a lot about healing which includes the function of bodies - something that was probably rather strange to him as a Fëantur at first - and he contributed his knowledge of spiritual and mental matters to form a team that can fix pretty much everything together.

When we read about Irmo, Estë and Lórien at first, we may be tempted to read it as the "classic"/traditional "the woman does the healing, and her man runs the place" dynamic. But in light of what I said above, I have a different reading to suggest:

Basically, Estë is the world's best doctor and decided she wants to run a hospital and rehab center to help people in need, and Irmo shares this goal and decided to help her make her dream come true (pun intended). I love to think that he is fiercely supportive of his family members in general and delights in seeing others succeed - never jealous, never bothered by the fact that his siblings are held in higher regard, never threatened by his wife's accomplishments.

No wonder the Gardens of Lórien are the fairest place in the world - because there is nothing fairer than such a loving and supportive relationship.

taglist: @a-contemplation-upon-flowers @asianbutnotjapanese @a-world-of-whimsy-5 @bluezenzennie @edensrose @i-did-not-mean-to @melkors-defense-attorney @singleteapot @wandererindreams

#late night musings #irmo #irmo lorien #este #estë #irmo x este #feanturi family fluff #valar #ainur #tolkien #silm #silmarillion #headcanons #my headcanons #silmarillion headcanons

[nottoofondofgaypeople]

In Regards to Gene

Content warning: abuse, r-pe, and light discussions of World of Warcraft

In a previous post that I have since taken down, I discussed the idea of the Shadow Knight Polycule and their victims in Laurance and Vylad. And in this discussion I really got away from myself and wrote some stuff that seemed... well not great at the time, but fitting for the characters and the story I wanted to tell. This reading wasn't very kind to Gene, but I've never been kind to Gene. I've been treating Gene like a punching bag since I first had to suffer through Phoenix Drop High Season 1, and it only worsened when I had to suffer through Lovers Lane.

As a result I hadn't thought about MCD Gene in a more sympathetic light until after that post went up. It was after that post went up that I started doing more ruminating on the Nether, The Shadow King, and the absolute horror of a Shadow Knights existence. It was after this ruminating that I realized that what happened with Gene was that I was treating him well...

Like Arthas Menethil. For a bit of context for those of you who haven't lost brain cells over World Of Warcraft, Arthas is basically the biggest evilest villain in WoW, but he's a villain the player can see the entire rise and fall of. The first campaign puts you in his shoes as a young paladin, and you watch as he constantly makes the worst, most violent, most evil choices through the entire campaign. Arthas is just an absolute and unapologetic monster who creates so many victims through his entire miserable existence that he keeps mementos of them.

And a lot of WoW fans try to characterize Arthas' story as a hero's fall thing? Like he was a good person who was corrupted by bad forces, even though you're shown him being a vile evil person before Frostmourne and the Lich King start fucking with him. Arthas was just a monster looking for an excuse. And I think I let that color my perception of Gene because he really is similar to Arthas in a lot of ways. He's pretty evil, manipulates people like nobody's business, uses magic to do so a lot, has a tense bitter relationship with an old companion, harasses one particular woman with white hair and an association to the color purple a lot, and the actual text of MCD never encourages the viewer to take a sympathetic look towards him, just like WoW.

As a result, I wrote him a lot like Arhtas, which in hindsight, might have been too harsh. Gene does have some redeeming qualities, and honestly with enough work he could possibly have been redeemed at some point. The tragedy of Gene in my rewrite is that said point in time has long past. Anyone foolish enough to try doing so now won't succeed.

Gene was not a good person before the Shadow King found him. A person worth understanding? Yes. A person with a chance of redemption? Maybe, depends on how Dante feels. A person who was also a victim of the Shadow King? Yes.

And that's where I changed my tune on Gene. While I hold the belief that Gene was far from perfect before he got turned, he still had a chance to be a good person before said turning. And the process of being broken down from the person he was into essentially an extension of the Shadow King was not kind to the remnants of a good person left in Gene. So, I want to be a little kinder to Gene.

Cutting the idea of him using Laurance I think it happened exactly once, and the context of it changes the scene from being outright r-pe into a dub-con territory. My previous characterization was dangerously close to the territory of "abuse victim becomes abuser", which I never want people to take from my work. I think that whole thing happened partially out of Gene's control and was really one of the moments that made him doubt what he was doing. These doubts are really too little too late though.

The degrading of Gene's relationship isn't entirely his fault either. While he still clearly loves Sasha and Zenix, the Shadow King calls on him more and more, pulling him away from them. And when the Shadow King breaks Zenix it only gets worse. Gene and Zenix are pitted against each other because the Shadow King realized they were both having silly little thoughts about free will and would turn against him. This polycule was never going to last because if the three of them got along and were normal and without the Shadow Kings influence for like two days they would have started a rebellion before Laurance ever even entered the Nether.

I think Gene struggles to show affection while around others. If Sasha or Zenix flirts with him around other shadow knights, he gets really tense and uneasy about it. But the minute they're alone it's endless kisses and apologies and reassurances. Despite having a skewed understanding of love, Gene is very good at showing it. Gene feels like someone who loves in an overwhelming sense, you feel like you're drowning in his love, for better or for worse.

Gene is not going to get redeemed in my rewrite. But he will be humanized. People will try to call him a violent thoughtless monster, and Sasha will gladly assure them that he is a violent calculated monster with thoughts and emotions that's being tormented by the voices of the departed. Gene will never be seen as a hero by his family, but he will likely never know if he has a family to begin with. Gene is a character who deserves better, but has lost every chance at it he possibly could have had.

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