kinda wanna see a polin au based on korean romfan webtoons where the everything goes to shit, and penelope gets executed by the queen, she regresses through time (at her death) and goes through her life all over again, but she vowes to do things “correctly” this time (which is probably like try not to fall in love with colin and maybe pull away from the bridgertons in general)
what she doesnt know tho, is that colin also regressed through time. And he also wants to do things right with pen this time around.
tl:dr: penelope knows what will happen, colin knows the future, too. they have different goals. Pen tries to run from colin, colin will chase after her
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HELLO COOPER THE GREAT HOW ARE WE DOING THIS FINE SPOT ON THE TIMELINE
You wouldn't happen to have an hcs about Eridan or Sollux pertaining specifically to their relationships/relations with their dancestors would you?
oh well CLEARLY im doing just great!! (<- just woke up early from a weird stress dream about BMO and animal crossing? i think? LMAO)
oooh! admittedly i dont have much about sollux and mituna's dynamic that hasnt been explored before, they're just 'interact well enough together even if sollux has internalized ableism about mitunas situation at times' sort of shtick to me lol; 👏 eridan and cronus however!
as much as i dont typically enjoy cronus on the average day due to his canon smarmy nature, his fanon potential for that generic older brother dynamic with eridan is always pretty fun; they're scallywags, they're rascals, they hang out together to play cronus's greaser music and make a shitty cake or something while telling stupid jokes and comments; they bond about feeling othered if you let cronus have that jab at otherkin hussie threw in the comic as a genuine trait; eridan occasionally calls himself 'danny' when talking about himself because he appreciates the familial context cronus uses it; its surprisingly average considering the two sea shitheads involved LMAO
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📓
Omg thank you for the ask and the opportunity to rant about my all time favorite daydream fic!
I have been daydreaming about this one forever, it's gone through so many iterations and morphed so much since the first time the idea "omg but what if Willow and Tara had a gay little farm" popped into my head, but it still is The Gay Little Farm fic in my mind until I hopefully come up with a better title lol.
The Gay Little Farm is a gothic horror-y story set in a canon-divergent AU where Willow doesn't go back to Sunnydale after season 6. The fic itself is set several years down the line, after Sunnydale has been destroyed, when-- after spending some time learning more about herself through traveling, living with various covens, going to community college in San Francisco, and eventually getting a degree in computer science and working for a robotics lab-- Willow has recently bought a small farm in New England (I was missing Massachusetts when the idea was first conceived, don't judge lmao. Plus you can't really beat the ambient horror vibes of rural New England).
By the time the fic starts, Giles is the only one of the group that still talks to her. Buffy and Xander were pretty pissed about her decision to not come back, but Giles supported it ultimately because he felt all her emotions in Grave, so he understands the depths of her anguish and understands that she really doesn't know herself anymore, and supports her trying to figure out who she is on her own terms. (Also, he supports her because I asked the very essential question: "what if the btvs writers had decided to leverage how similar Willow's trajectory is to Giles's backstory even the teeniest tiniest bit?" lmao).
Throughout this time, they've emailed each other extensively, like nearly every day, but when Willow's emails start to become less and less frequent after buying the farm, Giles doesn't really think much of it; he knows she's busy trying to get everything set up to be an operational growing season, and that she doesn't have an internet connection at her new house yet so she has to go into town to email him.
It's explicable, so he doesn't worry about it until one day he gets several increasingly bizarre, almost unintelligible, concerning emails in very quick succession.
(lol I'm gonna put a read more because this got long lol. But if anyone else wants to send me one of these ask games : Put “📓” or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I’ll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven’t written but daydream about.)
She doesn't reply to any of his emails, doesn't answer the phone so he gets on the first flight across the Atlantic to go check on her (it's partly panic, but partly because he's not really pleased with where his life is at the moment anyway, but I won't get into that, this is already getting too long lol, just let it suffice to say he's glad for the excuse to just pack off to somewhere else suddenly). But when Giles gets there, Willow seems perfectly fine. She says she doesn't even have any clue what he's talking about when he tries to bring up the emails, and he figures she must just be embarrassed or something and not want to talk about it, so he drops it.
He decides to stay at the farm for a bit to keep an eye on her and make sure she's okay, but the longer he's there, the more and more weird things start happening. Even as he falls into the rhythms of life on her little farm and gets comfortable there, he can't shake the feeling that something is very wrong. He's having bizarre dreams that are becoming increasingly prophetic, even though there's absolutely no way he should be having prophetic dreams. He starts remembering things-- or at least they feel like memories, but they're certainly not things that ever happened to him. One night, he catches Willow in the middle of what looks like a blood magic ritual, but when he stops her, it's like she wakes up from sleepwalking and has absolutely no recollection of what happened. He's suspicious of Willow and what she might be doing, but also increasingly convinced the house is working some kind of dark magic on them both, so he sets out to research the place. But the nearby town clerk's office, the town's historical society, everywhere he can think to check has absolutely no record of this house existing.
Anyway, I won't spoil what is actually going on with the house because I am for real going to write this (I sort of started a while ago, but as I watched more of the show, my plot and ideas changed SO much). But really, at its core, everything that's going on with the house is about processing their grief, about building a life, about them repairing their relationships, and about the two of them having to come together to do all that by working together to figure out what's going on (although, Willow already suspects what's going on long before Giles even arrives, she just doesn't want to accept it...). The whole story is just like, what if Willow and Giles reconnected in adulthood and finally worked through some of their immense baggage about each other but also just their baggage in general? :) And also there was a farm. :)
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All Things End
It's been an age and a half since I shared any writing, so uh... have something a couple months old, ft. Briony and Tamar-whose-name-should-change
Same folks from the Ace of Witches stuff! About a year before that one! Referencing stuff in the time travel wip which I've maybe mentioned a couple of times, idk
Briony doesn't like seeing the end of things
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Tam’s not quiet, as she comes clunking up the stairs. I stay where I am by the open window and listen to her approach.
It’s nice out. Should probably head outside. Who knows when we’ll see this much sun again.
“Bree. My buddy. My pal. You know that I love you.” Tam pushes the door open and I see her sort of collapse through onto the boards from the corner of my eye.
“I do,” I say, not turning to face her, beginning to smile.
“Do you have to live in the attic? Really? Every time?” She’s not even out of breath.
“I think I do. Part of the contract I signed.”
“Gross.” She walks across to her seat, already set up to face where I perch on the windowsill. “Does that open fully?”
“Not yet.” Her chair is about the only thing unpacked and ok to be used.
I got distracted early on in the process.
“So are you actually looking for help in unpacking, or was this a different cry for help?”
“Thinking about Saturday.”
“The person or the day?”
I laugh. “Both? What do you make of the younger sibling angle?”
“That it’s only just come up?” Tam shrugs and fetches one foot up on the ledge beside me. “We’ve never exactly asked before.”
“Point.” I lean my head back against the wall. “I don’t know. I just… feel like it would’ve been the first thing, once the machine was up and running.”
“To go looking for them?”
I hum.
“Maybe he needed to check everything was functional first.”
“So we were guinea pigs.” I wrinkle my nose. “I think I like that even less.”
Tam laughs.
I return to looking out the window, shifting to draw one knee up to my chest.
“What’s this really about, Bree?”
“All things have an end,” I say softly.
“Is that why you haven’t unpacked?” Tam reaches out her foot to tap against mine.
“Maybe?” I shrug. “It just… all got a bit much.”
“Are you looking for avoidance tactics or help unpacking?”
I look at all the boxes around the room. “I should unpack. But…”
“But it’s a nice day and we shouldn’t spend it inside. Come on.” Tam swings onto her feet and offers me a hand.
“Where are we heading?” I take her hand and she pulls me to my feet.
Tam shrugs. “We’ll just follow the sun, ok? No thinking about it.”
“Or maybe the botanics?” I pull on a shirt over my crop top.
“Or maybe the botanics,” Tam agrees. “Yeah.”
“Let’s pretend we don’t live in the city for a bit.” I lead Tam from my room and down the three flights of stairs to the door.
“One day we won’t. You know that, right?” Tam pulls the door shut behind us. “We’ll be able to leave all this.” She gestured at the roadworks and the cars and the people. “But in the meantime”– She squints, looking for the sun filled streets– “Let’s follow the sun.”
I follow her easily, eyes half closed. The city is loud, but we take side streets until the noise all but dies. That, too, ends.
Sometimes endings are good.
I guess it just has to be on our terms.
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Had a shower thought that I'm sure someone somewhere in the scope of the wide internet has touched on before, but tonight I'm thinking about Miles choosing the von Karmas
Maybe he's a child, recently orphaned, with no immediate family. Maybe he finds a way to reach out to the nearest familiar face. Someone close to the incident. Someone who was present that day. Someone who understands. Maybe he asks Manfred von Karma to adopt him.
Maybe he's a newly emancipated 16 year-old, desperate to escape a nowhere town with grandparents or cousins who don't really know what to make of him. Maybe he forges his own destiny. Maybe he writes an email in his clumsy high school German asking for an apprenticeship.
Neither of these is a hard headcanon for me, but I do think they're fun to consider
If any of this contradicts or is redundant with canon, no it doesn't and no it isn't
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so today I found out that 1) emo style (for men) and tumblr girls fashion are in the FIT's online fashion timeline, and 2) they're very, very wrong about both of these styles.
for emo style, they wrote:
"On the other end of the spectrum, the indie rock look saw the rise of skinny jeans for men, band t-shirts with blazers, black fingernails, skinny ties, and side-swept bangs covering part of the face. This was initially inspired in the early part of the decade by bands such as The Strokes and The Libertines whose style was intertwined with fashion through Dior Homme designer Hedi Slimane (Gallagher). Slimane, inspired himself by indie music, favored slim-fit trousers with blazers, skinny ties, and bedraggled hair (Fig. 5). In the middle part of the decade, this also included Hussar jackets inspired by The Libertines and worn with jeans by both men and women in Britain especially (Fig. 6). By 2007, Slimane’s stylistic preferences were being adopted by high street stores such as Zara and H&M (Gallagher)."
Aside from them only writing about emo in the mens fashion section (which is also very confusing), this whole bit is baffling to me, because how do you not even mention emo essentially being a new version of punk (with more depression). How do you not even mention the biggest band names involved in the scene like My Chemical Romance, Paramore and Fall Out Boy. How do you not even mention it was about expressing how you felt different, like an outsider.
And then there's their bit about Tumblr girls:
Tumblr Girls, so named for the blogging site and who reached their peak in 2014, followed closely on the indie sleaze of the late 2000s. Their style incorporated elements of grunge like Dr Martens and dark colors, along with logo t-shirts (Fig. 7). Refinery29’s Maggie Zhou described their wardrobe:
“Skinny black jeans with knee rips, a pair of Doc Martens, faded band tees, fishnet stockings, chokers, and denim jackets could be found in her wardrobe rotation.”
As a sign of how quickly trends moved during the decade, while Tumblr Girls faded in the middle part of the decade, the e-girls of the late 2010s adopted elements of Tumblr Girl style, updating it with tennis skirts and striped shirts.
To me, Tumblr style at the time was a mixture of emo, hipster, and nerd (so, for example, having Doctor Who shirts with skinny black jeans and the glasses with big black rims like the hipsters).
In fairness, my main source for my thoughts on this can be summed up as "I WAS THERE", I have 0 actual sources backing this up beyond my memory, but still. I'm well aware that my own personal experience is not representative of the whole style, but these articles don't describe my experiences in emo style and on tumblr at the time at all.
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