#jessamine rambles

[jessamine-rose]

If I ever write Yandere Priest! Dottore x Demon! Darling, just know that an inner battle was lost.

#WHAT IS UP WITH DOTTORE CONTINUOUSLY GIVING ME WRITING IDEAS STARRING HIM #IT’S NOT EVEN FUNNY HOW HE HAS THE MOST LINKS IN MY GENSHIN MASTERLJST #and i already have a wip for crow! dottore…….fml i want to strangle this blue doctor #quick side note. this is a reminder that church au is still on my ‘will not write’ list. i just got inspired to do priest dottore bc it #specifically involves a demon darling. other than that church au is simply smth i can’t enjoy writing #moving on. only dottore could somehow be more wicked than an actual demon #HUHUHU THIS WICKED HARNESS-WEARING MAN!! #jessamine rambles

[no-light-left-on]

Jessamine's design has always intrigued me. the stark, full black suit and tall collar are pretty obvious status symbols. black was for the longest time an incredibly expensive colour of fabric due to how difficult it was to achieve proper rich blackness during the dyeing process and the collar, while most likely just a trend in Dunwall fashion inspired by the 1890s high collars can be read as lace, especially in some concept art, which is hard to care for and needs to be starched to hell and back to keep nice and stiff for a collar like that

but what I find a lot more curious about this is that the clothes appear very much inspired by Spanish renaissance fashion

which, honestly, would make sense with the real world inspiration. 19th century was obsessed with the past, with the romanticized medieval and renaissance times, and it was quite common to see fashion inspired by times long past (I mean, just look at Worth. the man invented haute couture and there is so much influence of medieval and Elisabethan fashion in his designs). it was also a thing for rich families to just kinda... invest in recreations of historical pieces of clothing and LARP in them.

Jessamine's clothes, in particular, reminded me of Spanish court dresses. especially of the portraits of Anne of Austria and Elisabeth of Valois

obsessed with those slit sleeves. too bad Jessamine didn't go the extra mile to have the sleeves hang long and heavy around her arms but they were more form fitting

there is also something to be said about the tall white (possibly starched lace) collar and the style of clasps used on her clothes

the mini cape thing she has on top is more similar to the style of capes worn by men in renaissance, but yeah, of course she reminded me of a Spanish princess when this is one of the most given example portraits for this style

I wonder if this was an intentional choice on the designer's side or if they were just inspired by the revivalism present in 19th century fashion. what really makes me consider that though is that one of her earlier designs has those sleeves much, Much more pronounced and obvious

oh the things that could have been...

still, it makes me wonder: if this was intentional, what does this tell us about Jessamine, and the history of the Isles themselves?

#dh #dishonored #jessamine kaldwin #fashion history posting #I am not normal about this gown #me and sin even had an au where her and corvo are part of a fashion history reenactment group #still I wonder. does she just like the style? or is she just a little insane about fashion history like I am? #bias admission I spent two years working on a comic that had its entire aesthetic based around renaissance and its 19th century revival #so I might be seeing things where there are none #either way you are welcome Ive been meaning to make this post for Months at this point #we dont know if artificial black dye was already a thing at the time of DH1 #another curious thing though! #since this is before silvergraphs were invented Jessamine wouldve been painted in a Particularly Nice Outfit #like if youre gonna pay someone to paint you youre gonna pose in your best garb #and its the same fit she wore to welcome corvo back which means she dressed up nice for him #which I find really fucking cute #anyways heres my insane ramblings I hope you enjoyed

[icedjuiceboxes]

Do you ever think about if the whalers actually meant to kill Jessamine in front of Emily?

Like, maybe I missed details about them and Daud. But I swear they never torture targets unless deemed necessary (ie for information). And Dishonored isn't the game to hold back on horrible things people done to others. There's lots of notes/books detailing shit what gangs have done, and its clear gangs tortured people, to either make a point or revenge. but the whalers? I can't recall any mention of it. I only remember reading they're a) really fucking good assassins and b) Daud and the outsider.

So to kill a mother in front of her daughter? Traumatizing her like that? I think it was another mishap. Another mistake they didn't plan for just like Corvo showing up two days early. I think Daud was meant to kidnap Emily first.

When he shows up in the gazebo, the first thing he does is grab Emily. Maybe it was so she didn't run off, but with his abilities? It's not like she couldn't have ran far. Jessamine then attacks Daud to release Emily, and that's when his attention is turned to her and he stabs her. Then, the whaler holding Corvo releases him to grab Emily as she tries to run.

But what if. He also didn't expect Emily to be there either. We know Billie was involved with the assassination. But we don't see her at all during the attack. Why would she not be there for the killing? The most important part of the mission? Because she was the one tasked to kidnapping Emily. Daud handles the killing, and Billie was trusted with the kidnapping. So what if Billie was in the Tower, searching every room for the young empress that should have been there. Maybe Emily had a lesson, but as soon as she caught wind Corvo's ship was returning, she rushed out to be there to greet him.

Anyway. Some food for thought. Also I need to explore Daud's regret of killing an empress, but does he regret killing a mother? And Emily deserves to confront his ass about it. If only I had a comic about that- oh wait I do. And 3 parts are out already hahahaha. Wow crazy.

(Read that here)

#my dh rambles #i was sitting on this for like 3 days and rewatched jessamine death like 10 times. #dishonored #thats all ill tag it god will decides if its good enough for the fandom to read HAHA

[void-damned]

The 'Worshipped Outsider' AU

This is the masterpost for the Worshipped Outsider AU, originally developed by me and one lovely person that remains anonymous for now. Additionally, thanks to these wonderful people for being interested and asking questions that helped me develop this story further, @no-light-left-on, @kg-clark-inthedark, and @astheturtlemoves Additional information will be added over time! Feel free to send asks about this - I will be using the Worshipped Outsider tag for people to keep track of the AU!

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The Outsider functions as the primary God worshiped through the Isles - he's a funky guy, honestly. Things are very religion-heavy - instead of being purist and violent, the Abbey preaches about His Intentions (instead of the Strictures), though it is merely their interpretation of the things the Outsider supposedly stands for*. They are still the Abbey of the Everyman, but the everyman here is dedicated to their God and behaves accordingly, denouncing any false God, leaving offerings, etc. But otherwise it isn't too strict about any form of worship. They are more oriented towards spreading faith and keeping it alive among the people, while the Oracular Sisters/Oracular Order are more spiritually based and focus on communicating with their God. 

The people carve charms and runes out of bones and antlers to leave him as offerings; everyone flies indigo and various purple fabrics decorated with gold. Households. commonly hold such cloth and hang it on their walls or drape them across private shrines. Even the Abbey's banners match the very same colour scheme. 

The Outsider himself scarcely appears, sometimes speaking to the Oracular Sisters, but there are many instances documented across the millennia - people speak of the Outsider walking among them, always in the same shape and same Void-filled eyes (but sometimes he appears with pale Pandyssian eyes when he is feeling like blending in more). They never talk about him doing anything big or remarkable, any miracles, nothing, really. He's just kind of there, though sometimes he's seen watching the whales or people in general. 

(Speaking of the whales, they would be sort of sacred but that does not mean that they aren't poached and used. The people believe their existence is a benevolent act of their God who wants them to use his gift. It's an Abbey made excuse, though*. )

Paloma used to be particularly religious and often took to carving charms, even as much as including pieces of carved bone in the clothes she would make; when Corvo was younger, she would make him kneel (even by force) at their makeshift altar and press a piece of singing whalebone into his hands for safekeeping - he was never as pious as his mother, nor as his sister - there was always with a streak of rebellion in him. 

Jess, much like his mother, had been an image of faith and as an Empress, she was an Avatar often said to be aided by the Outsider himself - she certainly had to be approved by him to reign; both her and Paloma would have often joined the pilgrimages across the blackened erratics that climax in the Shindaerey Peak where the Outsider had been made once. The pilgrimages happen once every 2 or so years as a 'celebration of suffering' or whatever the Abbey calls it. 

The Marked are respected for being blessed by the Outsider, no matter who they are and what they do; in fact, they are rather hounded and sheltered, considered too precious to be left wandering around freely, lest something happens to him. In a way, they are also seen as Prophets. Those like Corvo and Daud hide their marks, not wanting those to define them - neither could ever bear to live such a. lifestyle. Some tend to fake their marks, and such an act is often seen as offensive and punishable by the Abbey. So is worshiping false Gods and icons. Vera Moray was a Marked kept like a precious pet but the treatment had made her insane, leaving the Abbey to further isolate her and pretend that she's doing just fine. Meanwhile, Delilah yearns to be treated like a Queen and keeps threatening the Outsider, trying to take his position as a God.

That and either Jessamine never died of Daud's hand and Corvo had never been blamed, a different man held the blade and paid for his transgressions,or, well, honestly, the Marked are pretty much worshipped, though the way the Abbey goes about it is more or less forcing the other Marked people to hide their marks overall. Corvo could still get labelled as a false worshipper and framed for murdering the Empress as an act against their God. It is eventually revealed that his marking has been real this entire time and that he was framed by people who wanted to oppose the Outsider. Still not Daud's job, though. 

There is a potential connection here to be made, a parallel where the circumstances of the Empress' death also lead to the metaphorical death of the Outsider.

*Not to mention that the Abbey is still very much eh and often seems to hide sacred texts, preach about everything in the wrong way, and only ever interpret them the way they see fit. The shit His Intentions speak of are hardly anything the Outsider would have ever said/meant. Some bits do hold truth to them but the way they are presented indicates a lot being lost in translation or simply being translated falsely. Any runic expert who had been asked to see the scripts or tried to research them had been chased off in fear of translating things differently and therefore invalidating the Abbey and their preaching. 

There's still a lot of ground to be cover but this is the gist of it. And in case you're wondering why the Outsider doesn't correct them or do much himself, he absolutely refuses to speak to the Abbey or have anything to do with them.

#Worshipped Outsider #all three people tagged have already been subjected to my rambling and I am so sorry #but this thing is seeing the light of the day now #or more like the light of my computer screen #but yes #I am completely normal about them #dh #dishonored #the outsider #corvo attano #jessamine kaldwin #vera moray #daud #dishonored au #the abbey #the Outsider as a God

[mikaharuka]

Aha! At last! I've sorted through the one-word prompts I have so far!

The split I ended up with was... actually pretty decent, I think. Assuming no random epiphanies hit me out of nowhere... which is a very real possibility, knowing me XD:

Gen-centric (4) - Ballgown, Discovery, Nature, Abstract Rosalie/Elle (3) - Dumpling, Sunrays, [Cats/Sweet/Pineapple/Salty] Alice/Mina (3) - Stargazing, Memory, Moonlight Edward/Mike (3) - Ennui, Elegant, Flabbergasted Carlisle/Beau (5) - Hands, Deja Vu, Dusk, Cream, Bergamot

I'm shocked that I managed to come up with concepts for all of them! Some are more detailed, but they all have a "plot concept", at least! So now... I just need to charge to the end of Prithvi, then once that's off my plate and I switch to Indigo, I can start knocking these out.

(Pfft, less-than-2.5k is nothing compared to Prithvi's ~20k... right?)

Feel free to shoot more my way (see this post). It'll take a while for me to get to them all, but I will do so eventually, so have at it~

#mizuka's prompts #mizuka's rambles #winter light series #winter light #carlisle x beau #rosalie x eleanor #edward x mike #alice x jessamine #bellisle

[teabutmakeitazure]

Ohh I’d like to know your answers to 58, 78, 79!! >:3

You've picked the interesting questions •v•

58: "Do you have a favourite piece of figurative language you've written?"

I don't think so? Nothing is coming to mind 😓

78: "What motivates you during the writing process?"

I guess it's the fact that an idea in my mind can be shared and thought over. The possibility of having this little world that you can engage with and create different plots and characters and events in is very fun and honestly very enjoyable.

79: "Do you have any writing advice you want to share?"

None in particular. Just do whatever you want, write whatever you want. Just make sure to have good grammar and that's it lol

#ask #ask game #fic writing asks #jessamine-rose #zuri rambles

[mochinon-yah]

I just realized we all technically have the power to ask any questions on this site, and I never got to doing it. So....

[Points S.E.E.S evoker at you]

Who are the fictional characters you ship your mutuals to? Doesn't have to be necessarily their self-ship. I am deadass curious. Spill the tea, Imbibitor's lover—

We can lower that down, brynn- no need to get all aggressive now-

*cough* ANYWAY!

I'll list them down below, and if they're not accurate or you're actually gonna fight them rather than making out with the characters that i chose then yeah, that is probably my plan 😀 /silly

Oh and! I'll mostly be using genshin and hsr characters because yeah-

@beloved-brynn -> heizou and ratio. NGL, YOU + HEIZOU, OR YOU + RATIO, OR EVEN THE THREE OF YOU WOULD TOTALLY BE SO FUNNY AND CHAOTIC 😭☝️ they can counter your wild statements while also being the (somewhat) saner one but could also say smth wild as well. I could see you and one of em (possibly ratio) be like "oh yeah, the other day, i was eating my lunch while watching that gorey movie-" "what." "yeah, i was hungry at that time, so like why not yk-" (this is based on my real experience guys, guess which dialogue is me lmao)

@meimeimeirin -> hmmmm, koh zhongli maybe? Okay, let me tell you the reason why... it's simply because she NEEDS someone who can pamper her! I don't know where that conclusion came from, but yeah. Anyway, if we're talking about other characters, then i think welt, or even zayne from lnd could fit. Basically: "I need someone older, just a little bit colder." lmao (oh, mochi, did this conclusion came up because you know rin's the youngest in her family and now you ship her with men older (and more experienced) than her? whaatt... ofc not, haha-)

@leftdestiny-posts -> absolutely cannot see them with anyone other than dottore. Cute and kind but is secretly crazy "i want to watch the world burn" x The human version of the word 'crazy' "as you wish, my love" would be their dynamic, i suppose...? WAIT OH! I can actually see shiro with ayato or maybe sunday! I bet they would like such a cute, innocent-looking darling to control, but then they would get so surprised and maybe super interested into trying to control the darling despite how crazy the darling actually is- (shiro ily, if ur crazy then we can be crazy together 💐)

@navxry -> arlechinno, and maybe black swan. Yeah, that's it. No explanation needed.

@jessamine-rose -> hmmm, would it be weird if i say capitano? I don't know why or how did i get to that conclusion, but yeah. And maybe blade? IDK WHY I'M PARTNERING HER WITH CRAY CRAY MEN- SORRY JESS, I (subconsciously) THINK YOU CAN LIKE CALM THEM OR SMTH AJFIAWOF-

@stardust-for-your-soul -> funnily enough, i can see her with aventurine. They'll say sweet words that probably have a double meaning and also probably have a teeny tiny bit (maybe a lot lmao) of 'enemies to lovers' moment. (wow, cherry, your new bf is a gambler- /smack). But anyway, i could also see her be with march 7th who is so bubbly and sweet, and i'd think cherry would love to tease march hehe

@teabutmakeitazure -> ACTUALLY NGL DAN HENG????? He would listen to her ramblings and also help her write her fics. It just sounds so cute in my opinion lol. Other than dan heng (who is obviously the best choice), zuri would probably look into red flag charas, like... yeah, aventurine- but still tho, dan heng! But i get what zuri is thinking tho, red is such a sexy color- /smack

@harmonysanreads -> ngl alhaitham or kaeya would be cute if paired up with her! Idk where did kaeya come from, but when i thought about it, instantly "cute!". I think, harmony has this really 'weird' calming aura that could make those two charas just fell in love with how comfortamble she can make them feel. BUT LIKE IDK THO-

@fishanonishere -> Albedo...... i think? Fish, i know what you are- i mean like as in how chaotic and just how 'what in the world is this person thinking???' you are. With how calming and 'would jump into any interesting topic' he is, i think fish and him could be such a cute duo. Fish's ramblings and their drawings are some of the things that make him really interested in fish

#reli-answers : brynn <3 #LMAO I TRIED MY BEST GUYS #maybe some of this could be seen as platonic ships but think what you want!!! #i just partnered up mutuals with characters i think would fit their vibe or i think would be funny together lol #i hope you guys don't mind me shipping you like this ehehee #AND ALSO #BRYNN I SWEAR #you fit with alhaitham too #but i'm like “nah. this would be too long if i put haitham” #i would ramble more about every ships but i'm afraid it would get too chaotic and too long so i hope this counts as good answer! #and once again #i tried my best uheahkufbajk

[your-absent-father]

Hihi get it? Because Eve is my name-

Okay, in all seriousness, hi to old friends. It's been a while. Almost half a year it seems. I took too much pressure on this thing which should have been like a hobby and not... like work. We aren't getting paid to do this so I want my free time to be escapist and fun and not another reason to fall into previous habits.

I am rambling. The tldr is that I am on my rebrand and self care era after a year of disappointment after disappointment so I want to do something fun and have fun.

Who am I?

I am... people on here call me Eve, but I have juggling around new pen names I could start using, mainly because my last one I have used ever since middle school. So, you can call me Eve, but don't wonder if you see other names popping up like Alina Ellis and E.V May that are now the top runners up.

I am queer, probably more neurodivergent than diagnosed but I am too broke to get tested. I live in Finland. I am 22 years old and right now I am trying to get my papers to be a full time teacher's aid, and maybe apply to study to be a elementary school teacher.

I love K-pop, especially stray kids and (g)-idle, classical literature, media about problematic women doing problematic stuff, Taylor Jenkins Reed's historical books, pretending to watch indie movies even tough I would rather just watch musicals on loop.

As a writer, I love to write some good angst. I have recently tried to write some more positive stories and just have fun but I can have fun while writing some pain. I really love complex female lead that has that delicious female rage in her. I also almost always have at least one lesbian couple or/and wholesome guy with a girlboss woman.

my WIPs

Drafting

All the great love stories

Six love stories all different in nature. An evil sorceress waiting for her turn in the steak falling in love with her guard. Cabaret performer seducing the police officer and getting more that she barganded for. Children of rival mob bosses falling in love. Two soulmates trying to find each other. Mad scientist trying to keep their lover alive. Girl with unbeliavable power who can't seem to die. All of the stories are different but they all have one faithful similarity: All of the stories end in a tragedy.

intropost

all writing in one

Tag: WIP: ATGLS

False Gods

the story of Beatrix Jones, the lead singer of the rising indie rock band Aurora Four. With fame and success on the rise, Beatrix and her bandmates navigate the music industry while keeping their identities hidden behind masks, a decision made after a scandal threatened their careers. Is the hid indentity worth the criminal activity they tangled themselves in.

Tag: WIP: FG

intropost

all the writing in one

The vanishing act

a mystery thriller about a mystical carnival whose employees seem all to be identical to missing people trough out the years, and haven't aged a day even if 100 years have gone by. After year of gaslighting, Amanda witnesses her best friend and her mother, looking almost same age, in the circus performing.

Tag: WIP: Circus Moirai

intopost

All the writing in one

Mika Connelly VS the power of love

Mika Connelly never thought something like this cpuld happen to her. After pissing off a fortune teller, who was secretly Cupid in disguise, Mika Connelly is forced to live in a teen romance novel so Cupid can prove that everyone falls in love at least someone. Problem is, Mika is aroace, so romance is final thing she could think about.

To escape her rose colored prison, Mika makes a deal with cupid. Cupid has 20 chances to make Mija fall in love. Mika's mission on the other hand, is to make her new love interest not in love with her anymore. If she fails, she is trapped eternally as a high school senior in a warpped version of her old high school.

Intropost

On the shelve rn:

Children of Jessamine

Fantasy story about a queen who has to make a choice between betraying her country to join her husbands enemy, or protecting her son while the time is ticking. People might soon find out, the crown prince isn't the kings child

intopost

Also I have couple on hiatus that some people might remember. I think I'll come back to them at some point.

What I am doing on tumblr?

I am not probably going to be that active on ask games and all of those but I do want to do stuff and be creative so I have couple of ideas that maybe could be fun.

I want to do trailers for my wips. I want to edit again and I don't vibe with any fandom where I could do the edits I want

fake scenes from the books as edits too

more organized stuff

I just want to be creative without putting pressure on myself.

Other tags:

Eve Rambling: My random ramblings

Eve venting: If I need to vent

Eve being creative: creative stuff other than writing

other people's x: Other people's writeblr

So... Sorry for the essay lmao. But feel free to messenge me. I'll follow back. Let's have some fun!

#writeblr #writeblr introduction #writeblr reintro #Eve rambling

[jessamine-rose]

……It hasn’t even been a month since I hit the 1.8k milestone, right??!! IS THIS THE POWER OF MIGUEL O’HARA THIRST—

Since most of my new followers came from the The Spider and the Fly, I decided to celebrate with Miguel, LYLA, and Variant! Darling again. Cheers to more Spider-Verse brainrot fufu~

I’d also like to thank all of you, be it my mutuals or old followers, for your continued support!! Fun fact, tomorrow is the first anniversary of Herbarium, aka the fic which began my yandere longfic era and changed my blog forever <3

So much has happened this past year, from new fics to interactions, and the experience wouldn’t have been the same without all of you. Lots of love to everyone!! ₍₍ ( ๑॔˃̶◡ ˂̶๑॓)◞♡

#jessamine rambles #follower milestone #miguel o’hara #miguel o'hara #yandere miguel o’hara #yandere miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #spiderman 2099 #yandere miguel o’hara x reader #yandere miguel x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #atsv #across the spiderverse #yandere atsv #atsv x reader #spiderverse #yandere spiderverse #spiderverse x reader #lyla #atsv lyla #jessamine-art

[voidwife]

So, the incredible @golightlyfinch took my weird little doodles, piles of aesthetics, rambling ideas, and created the most gorgeous outfit and staff design for Jessamine! I'm over the moon with

how this piece turned out, I adore everything about it! Thank you so, so much, you are such a joy to work with! 🌙⭐

#oc: jessamine keates #art #art for me #seriously just still blown away by how incredible this look turned out for her #the staff was inspired by the scythe of elune and it suits her SO well #thank you so much! you are the BEST #q

[angel-fics]

Darkness Within the Light

Chapter 2 of a Dwayne Stephens x Latina!Pregnant!Witch!OC

Warnings: depictions of violence, descriptions of grief and homelessness, threats on life, foul language and adult situations. All readers are responsible for their own media intake, if you’re a minor, it is not my responsibility to decide what is or isn’t appropriate for your viewing.

Summary: Jessamine is new to Santa Carla and mostly fully aware of the strange occurrences that plague the small town. Running away from one large problem into what could be another one isn’t going to deter her from doing whatever it takes to make her unborn child safe again.

Jessamine felt as though there were many reasons as to why events happened the way they did. She was very much a believer in the whole “everything happens for a reason” faith system. However, that didn’t mean she always liked it and was prone to acting less reasonably than she felt she should.

Like now, for instance, as she argued with a local peace officer for parking outside of the police station to rest. In her very much valid defense, she had been driving a very long time to a place that was mostly unfamiliar to her. It was in her best interest to settle down in or near a place that’s entire purpose was to protect and service her. What was so difficult to understand about that?

“Ma’am, I understand completely, but you are not permitted to park your van outside of a police station without an appointment or permit. You’ve given neither and are therefore loitering, which is prohibited,” the surly officer explained. The bright, hot morning sun sparkled off his badge, obscuring his name, but that wasn’t something Jessamine particularly cared about this early.

“Yes, I know, you’ve said so three times, all without letting me fully explain myself. Which is why I haven’t the faintest clue as to what you supposedly ‘understand’ because I haven’t said anything,” Jessamine rambled, tired and frustrated beyond comprehensible belief. “I’m new to town, I just arrived late last night. I don’t know any of the hotels or temporary testing spots and this seemed the safest place to be. So much for serve and protect.”

The cop blistered considerably at her jibe, his fair complexion darkening to a worrying shade of rose in irritation. “Ma’am, it really wasn’t a wise decision to travel to a new place without a previously planned place to stay,” he chided her, shifting his weight to readjust himself in the sweltering heat.

Jessamine took in a deep breath and asked the Great Mother for guidance. She counted out just a few seconds silently, before allowing her breath to flow from her lips and join the countless particles in the surrounding air.

“I do have a place to stay, I was not in the right physical condition to continue driving. As I previously said. I did not mean to cause such a commotion but I was on the verge of losing consciousness at the wheel and would’ve preferred to not have broken a few more serious laws in the process,” she explained as calmly and politely as she possibly could, closing her eyes to envision her self control as if it were a tangible thing.

She imagined herself grasping it and holding it close to her chest to act as a healing balm from her more scattered thoughts. It wrapped around her coolly, bringing down her spiritual and emotional temperature to something more manageable and less distracting.

“I will take my leave now, officer, if you could just point me to the library,” Jessamine sighed languidly, fluttering her eyes back open to see the cop’s disapproving but slightly relieved gaze.

“You’ll find that most public spaces are on the same road, the main one, that branches off between the boardwalk and grandpa’s ranch,” he pointed out, literally pointing in the direction of where she ought to go.

“Grandpa?” She tilted her head questioningly, the spark of recognition flaring in her eyes. “I wasn’t aware everyone called him that.”

The cop laughed loudly from his belly, a lot more at ease knowing she wasn’t some young tourist looking to make trouble. “It’s not as if the old coot could be confused for anything else. I swear that geezer has been past his prime since the day I was born. Every year I think the city council is gonna grant him ‘historical landmark’ status,” he chuckled at his own jokes, obviously knowing the man fondly.

“Wouldn’t surprise me, he has a habit a becoming a local treasure where ever he goes,” the young woman went along, hoping to end the conversation now that she’d gotten what she’d wanted.

The cop readjusted himself once more and placed his wide and stubby hands around his utility belt, also eager to get to a cooler environment. The sun bear down mercilessly, not a cloud to shield the surface from the heaven’s rays, and staying exposed for an extended amount of time was sure to give one heatstroke.

“Well, I’ll let you get back to it, little miss, just don’t let me catch you loitering on public property again. Stay in parking spaces or get a permit, ya’ hear?” His stern warning combined with a chastising finger wave did nothing to intimidate her as he might have hoped, but she played along for the outing of the situation.

“Yes, sir, you won’t hear a peep about me,” she agreed gratefully, getting extremely lucky when her old faithful van started on the third raucous twist of her key and wheezed to life. She drove off with a small flutter of her ringed fingers and pulled out of the parking lot. Much to her relief, the officer who’s name she never learned quickly took the opportunity to head back to his ventilated work environment.

Readjusting her review mirror, she analyzed all of the signs on all of the local shops and vendors that made up the entire center of Santa Carla. She drove by so many ice cream shops, diners, gift emporiums and convenience stores that they all blended together. They were all perfect for tourists, especially those who valued the “small town charm” that these shops exuded. There wasn’t a single pharmacy, clinic or any singular building along the strip that was for locals or permanent residents. Jessamine figured that all local practices were private so that the main public income could come from tourist revenue. The only building that was serviced to both local and foreign visitors was the library, and it stood out like a black beacon against a neon background.

Almost literally. While every other shop or store in the area was printed with long faded, but once bright colors, the library itself was donned in various hues of black, brown and grey. Also unlike the other businesses, it stood tall, nearly able to block out the sun with its sheer height. Even the architectural design was different, obviously older and better maintained. There was no chipping of the shutters or cracks in the stone pavement and steps below the large, iron-wrought double doors.

Jessamine honestly felt a bit insecure with her eyesore of a van being parked outside such a place, with dirt and dust caked along the edges, covering the dull paint job of what was supposed to be a vibrant medley of yellows, purples and greens. She tried to dampen the slight shame and fell into a new habit of hers whenever she became stressed and needed to reassure someone that she knew what she was doing.

Placing a hand upon her stomach, her palm slightly sinking into the fat as close as she could without compressing her baby, she began to comfort her unborn child. Logically, she knew that her baby wouldn’t actually be harmed if she placed the full weight of her hand into her stomach, but she didn’t like feeling like the child was crowded within her womb.

“Our Great Mother has kept us safe thus far and continues to bless our ongoing journey, lovey. May she continue to guide us along a safe and happy path while we devote our faith and practices in her name. We must face yet another obstacle in our journey, but it is nothing we can’t handle. We have a home now, there will be no more scavenging for food or fighting over sleeping spots. Let us be off, then,” Jessamine concluded, giving a small kiss to the medallion that hung from her neck.

Usually she would talk to the Great Mother for comfort or. . . him. But she couldn’t anymore, not directly without setting off a chain of events best left alone, as least as long as it took to guarantee her safety. Guiding her child along the right life way was the next best option. But oh, how she missed the comfort of receiving Great Mother’s celestial guidance, a potent and visceral anomaly that she cherished greatly.

Jerking her door violently and having to shove her entire body weight just to open it, she nearly fell onto the sidewalk when it gave way. Dusting herself off and fighting her clothing and hair into a somewhat less unkempt position, she grabbed a large binder with all of her legal papers and approached the large double doors of the library.

Even though her van wasn’t parked all that far away from the library, the young brunette felt all the more intimidated by the sheer power that the large, ancient building gave off. Invisible to the naked eye, but all too clear to those with a deeper sense of the surface plane, like Jessamine. She knew she had no reason to be so cautious around this new place. It was a place of safety. An escape. A sanctuary. A new home to raise her miracle baby and hone her magic to keep them safe. Although the “Murder Capital of the World” wasn’t the ideal place to start a family, it would serve her purposes, and maybe even be a permanent place to settle.

Jessamine was a witch, or Wiccan, if you prefer. An individual in touch with their spirituality and nature and the energy around them. Before this, before the accident and the move, Jessamine wasn’t a particularly powerful witch. And when in her own body, she didn’t carry much of a presence. She spent most of her time on the astral plane, simply absorbing the cosmic power and communicating with the Great Mother. She had a job, of course, a role within her coven.

Just like she was trying to become here, in Santa Carla, she was a historian. She kept track of every known magical artifact or objects with Wiccan significance. Another one of her duties was to translate the runes and glyphs used on maps or in inscriptions or written by Elders in diaries. She also did research on the importance of maintaining or locating said items so that the Coven Council would approve on expeditions to extract those items. She wasn’t one for exertion or physical labor, she was too open-spirited. It made it very difficult to focus on the physical world around her for long periods of time. It’s very dangerous to be separated from your body for long periods of time without protection. Especially in risky environments. She wasn’t the only person who did such research and she wasn’t the most dangerous person who looked for them.

The natural enemy of most modern Wiccan were dark practitioners, people who abused the Great Mother’s gifts for dangerous and harmful purposes. There was no such thing as a dark or evil object or spell. In order for that to be, there’s have to be a dark energy, and such didn’t exist. All energy is ambivalent at best, and geared towards universal balance. Wiccans are those who can hone and use energy as a corporeal thing that can suit one’s purpose. Spells are words that act as hands for that energy. Objects are a talisman to contain energy that can be used later on and influenced by its user. Dark practitioners manipulate the natural forced for malignant intentions. Magic is simply how it is used, which is why there are so many different types.

Jessamine wasn’t well suited to go against dark practitioners, not physically or magically. And certainly not while pregnant. Pregnancy is a natural magic that anyone can register. It is beautiful and powerful, but very dangerous on mothers. It’s not a necessary magic and many choose not to indulge or witness it. And while pregnancy had drastically increased her power, she needed the time and space to get used to the energy that was granted to her. Wiccan who simply use the energy to feel it aren’t particularly knowledgeable or powerful, especially when so young as she was.

That’s why, after muttering a small safety spell and then a luck spell, she mustered up all the courage she possessed and marched through those big, dark doors into what would hopefully be her pathway to a new life.

The entryway opened up to a lobby area and through a revolving door was the actual library. Unlike most modern libraries, there were no computers or phones of any kind. The lobby where Jessamine stood held five iron baskets that were each filled to the brim with newspapers, each one topped with that day’s paper. There were no people that Jessamine could see or sense. No that it mattered, Wiccans we’re good at obscuring their presences if needed. Beyond the lobby, there wasn’t a single person among the huge book shelves, nor at the numerous long tables, nor behind the help desks. It were as though the place was closed or abandoned, despite the doors being unlocked and the lights illuminating the entire building along with the afternoon sunlight.

Grabbing a newspaper, Jessamine sat down in an old and uncomfortable lobby chair and pretended to occupy herself until life made itself known within the library. She was just finishing up the extremely extensive Missing Persons section before she heard a slight shuffling to her right and was startled to find an odd looking young man right in front of her. He was tall and thin, he looked to be of Asian descent, with large, thick spectacles making his brown eyes look owlish. He silently stared at her curiously, his fingers intertwined and laying limply atop his pelvis. He didn’t look to be all that much older than she did, maybe about two to four years her senior. His long-sleeved button up was buttoned all the way to the top and tucked beneath his belted corduroy slacks.

“What are you doing here?” His low voice was smooth and quiet, a bit of a lilt revealing that he wasn’t a native to California, but Jessamine couldn’t quite place it. His rather odd wording also told her exactly why no one besides her was here.

“I applied to work here because you were urgently hiring,” she answered silkily, ignoring his mannerisms. Something told her that there was more to him than just a simple, small town librarian.

“You’re a long way from Vermont, Miss Marcel, and in no condition to be doing what you’re doing,” he chastised her, wagging a disproving finger in her face as though she were some disobedient child.

Making a face, she grabbed his finger within her own fist and held it away from her. “Yes, the undead population here is a tad bit more concerning than what I had initially anticipated.”

He yanked back his finger as though she had burned him and grabbed her binder, flipping through it, his facial features occasionally twitching as he took in the information she provided.

“The vampire problem is being handled appropriately. However there isn’t much to do about the werewolf working the council, and she hasn’t attacked anyone yet, anyway. Besides, you know that’s not what I was referring to,” he insisted while not looking at her at all.

“I’m not looking for anything here other than a job. I don’t know what you’ve heard about me, and I don’t expect you to outright believe me, but I don’t mean to cause any trouble. I haven’t the faintest clue as to what’s going on over there, only that me and my child aren’t safe. This library is a safe haven unless threatened, and I am no threat. At least not to you,” she assuaged, dragging back the brown leather binder to her chest and cradling it.

The taller man considered her suspiciously, taking in her slightly haggard appearance and desperate brown eyes. “But you mean to become a threat for someone, no?”

“Not anyone who wasn’t a threat to me first. If it’s any consolation, I don’t know who’s after me, or why. But they killed the father of my child and it seems to have something to do with me. I want no part in whatever grapple for power is going down in that part of the country. I intend to make this my home and make a life for my baby here,” she swore, leveling him with a determined stare.

He swallowed at the severity of her words, the ingenuity leeching out of every pore, in a way that only a mother could manage. He knew who she was before coming here and he wasn’t particularly concerned about the potential consequences. He was powerful enough to take on any sinister forces and it wasn’t like he was the only supernatural being in Santa Carla willing to shed blood to protect their livelihoods. Plus, he could feel that baby, there was more about this entire situation and he knew the Great Mother would prefer him to protect her wounded daughter than return her to her original coven.

“My name is Leighten Waters, I am the librarian of the Santa Carla Public Library as well as the magik head of this region. I am in great need of a historian and welcome your expertise and qualifications. Allow me to explain your duties and lead you to your new living arrangements.”

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End of Chapter 2

Tbh, i’m not that happy with it because it doesn’t have a whole lot to do with the plot and isn’t that interesting but don’t worry, lovelies, it’s all for world building and the introduction of the OC

I know this chapter doesn’t give off much about her, but I just wanted to build a foundation before I got into anything else. We will be learning more about her and her backstory in later chapters and i’m planing on having her meet Dwayne soon ;)

Oop sorry spoilers, but that’s all for now, i hope y’all enjoy and stay interested bc there’s a lot more to come. Pls like, share, reblog, send asks and comments

#the lost boys #david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #fanfic #marko the lost boys #paul the lost boys #romance #tlb 1987 #new account #new story #oc #dwayne x oc #smut #fluff #magic #witches #vampires #80’s vibes #latina

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Whaler! Emily AU - Canon divergence. [LONG POST WITH ALL MY THOUGHTS OF THIS AU

High Chaos!Corvo dies from the plague/poision during the Flooded District. He asks Low Chaos!Daud to rescue Emily in his place. Daud complies.

Daud rescues Emily from the lighthouse, and when he returns to base with her, his whalers informs him Corvo passed. Daud decides to take Emily with him to Karcana, much to her dismay and anger, but there's nothing left for her. She will be nothing but a pawn in the games of men wanting her throne. At least staying with Daud keeps the possibility of driving a blade through his heart open.

They leave for Karcana. Their relationship is strained and Emily becomes cold, bottling everything in. Her mother dead. Corvo- revealed to be her father via his last audiograph- a murderer. The loyalists' slaughter. Her mother's assassin the closest thing to an ally.

Emily accepts Daud's training. In hand, she teaches herself on various topics- biology, medicine, politics, etc. She breaks into anywhere she can find books. Daud hardly understands her ramblings half the time. At some point she breaks into Anton's office at the academy and threatens him for his research on the plague. HE happily gives them to her- he's happy to see her alive and well. When Emily returns to Dunwall, she will continue where he left off.

On her 18th birthday, she challenges Daud to a duel to the death. She fails to kill Daud, and of course Daud won't kill her. The failure hangs heavy on her heart. She was still set to leave for Dunwall, but she wanted closure before she did it. She must still leave. She takes Daud's whaler uniform, and Corvo's blade and mask.

Emily returns to Dunwall. Her first thought was to take up resdisency at the whaler's base, but it since been long abandoned, and nature have reclaimed the space. She really tried looking for another base, but there was no where better than the Hound pits club. Her tower still stood tall. The buildings was in decent shape. The only problem was corpses that still littered the grounds, and rats and weapers have claimed the space. It took her weeks to take it over and make it liveable. She buried the bodies of the loyalists- Callista, Wallance, and Lydia. She burnt the rest.

Emily becomes a vigilante for the people. She saves whoever she can, threatens aristrocats, negotiates with gangs. She also builds a lab to make a cure for the plague. She experiments on weapers and any aristrocats that didn't take her threats seriously. She was a woman of her word.

She calls herself Black Sparrow. No one will ever speak her real name again. That little girl is dead. Dashed up against the rocks at the bottom of the lighthouse with Havelock. The public calls her the butcher of Dunwall, occasionally the crown killer. They speculate she's Daud bastard daughter, here to take up his legacy. She hates that. She didn't think it through wearing a whaler's uniform. She made a deal with a tailor for something new- something her- after saving their life.

At age 21, she did it. She made a cure for the plague. With the help of Slackjaw, she distributed it amongst the public.

After many years of working alone, a woman she saved imprinted on her. Alexi Mayhew. She talked about revolution and democracy. Emily didn't know what to think, but she knew Dunwall deserved better. Emily joined the cause, and together, they built an rebellion.

The Hound Pits club became livier than ever as recruits joined one by one. It was renamed to the Crow Nest Club, in honour of Black Sparrow, the face and soul of the rebellion. Martha Collings is added to the leadership.

Alexi is the only one who knows who Black Sparrow is. Emily- Daugther of Jessamine Kaldwin, true heir to the throne, missing empress alledged dead. She also knows the off-limits tower of the club holds a shrine honouring her mother and father. If anyone found out Sparrow's idenity, the whole rebellion would fall apart.

Delilah knew that. When she came back and heard about the rebellion and its leader, she pieced all the pieces together. She had a plan. A few days before the 15th anniversary of Jessamine's death, she raided the base of the rebellion. Their defences for no match for her coven and clockwork soliders. The grand guard was only there to make the arrests.

Sparrow was powerless. She watched as everything she built was torn apart. Everyone getting slaugthered again. When she confronted Delilah, she was held by large vines. Delilah ask her to say the truth to the rebellion. Lying was a bad look on her after all. Emily was too stubborn to. Alexi tried to stop Delilah and drove her sword through Delilah's heart, which did nothing. Alexi was turned to stone. Delilah revealed the truth of Emily. She made an offer to spare the remaining lives of the rebels in exchange to cease the rebellion, and to take Emily.

Delilah then took Emily back to Dunwall Tower. Delilah took the throne for herself and sentenced Emily for her treason.

(Details are loosey-goosey here because I don't really have anything here)

Emily is sent to Coldridge. She breaks out and finds Meagan.

Emily gets marked sometime. Then the events of dishonored 2.

During Emily's time in Karcana, her allies either support her to retake her throne, or denouce her and her ideologies.

When Emily returns to Dunwall, depending on chaos level will:

Low Chaos: Retake her throne and builds a govermemt on democracy.

High Chaos: Destroy Dunwall tower and bring ruin to the city. Because she'd be dammned if she lets Delilah do it first.

#dishonored #emily kaldwin #dishonored 2 #dishonored au #daud #daud dishonored #corvo attano #my doodles #I DID NOT MEAN TO MAKE THIS SO LONG #OOPS #ANYWAY I MIGHT DO COMICS FOR THIS AU EMILY NEEDS TO BE UNHINGED #my dh doodles

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New blog, old fan. This world deserves more Dishonored content.

And I am here to literally not shut up about the franchise because of how much I love it and how much it has struck with me throughout my life. If you still like this old gem, come on down and let's be friends - I can promise a shitshow of the worst-best kind and an unlimited stream of the most unhinged ideas you've ever heard.

I heavily encourage people coming around and talking about DH some more. I'd most certainly love to talk your ears off about it.

You can look forward to some art and writing, and most importantly, shitposting.

I also accept asks in any shape or form, potential requests, talks about lore, discussing your ideas, OCs! Don't hesitate to interact :D

#dh #dishonored #new blog go brr #get ready for me not shutting up and subjecting you all to my ramblings and ideas #corvo attano #the outsider #emily kaldwin #jessamine kaldwin #doto #dishonored 2 #daud #billie lurk #teague martin #I am just adding tags to get myself out there don't mind me

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Hiiiiii I’m just dropping this early gift in your askbox since I might be busy this month. Advance merry Christmas, Shiro *\(^o^)/*

It appears that Cupcakettore managed to sneak back into the laboratory with extra snacks!! But wait, why are Zandik and Unity the only ones in matching Christmas sweaters?? >:T

Jessamine!!! Hi :DD

First of all, sorry for the late reply ;; I wanted to draw something in return, but I'm a bit sick right now so I've been really slow :((

Secondly, THIS IS SO CUTE?? I really really wanted to gatekeep this ask for a good while, but then I wouldn't be able to reply, so I'll fav this instead!! I've looked at this a lot and it's just aaaAAA /pos!!! I love all of them <33 the tree looks amazing (the little bowties ahsnskdmdm) and poor cupcakettore being excluded TuT we just have to hope he won't poison (or lord forbid put something else in) his cupcakes in retaliation XDD (I have so much cupcakettore lore I want to share, but I'll save you from the 10page rambles I'm bound to make. I did see your reblog on him and YES!! They're so lab-safe, all the segments keep stealing them <//3) AND THE MATCHING OUTFITS WITH UNITY AND ZANDIK? UEUEUEUE IM CHERISHING THIS FOREVER!! (I love your art.)

Now... I'm sure you've seen the notification already, but I dropped a little gift into your askbox as well!! I hope you like it :DD

#fav #absolute fav #dottiro #all i need for christmas is my insane doctor <3 /silly #dottiro is carrying me rn #i am still crying help #why is this so cute? 😭😭 #i dont need a real tree this is way better 🗣🗣 #THANK YOU AGAIN JESSAMINE!! #this means the world to me

[magentagalaxies]

Jessamine Accidentally Writes An Essay About Two Conversations Ze's Totally Normal About

one of my beloved mutuals (@souplover13) is reblogging a lot of queerpunk posts tonight which just reminded me of two conversations i want to document. yes this story involves paul bellini why wouldn't it (fr tho i was considering not making this a post bc i was like oh god do people really want to hear me ramble about these 63-year-old gay dudes again maybe i should give it a rest but whatever it's my blog and if people don't like it why are they even following me this is all we do here)

anyway the story actually begins with a conversation i had with my parents earlier today. now, i'm lucky enough to have parents that are constantly trying their best to be good allys and are always learning to do better. they're not perfect, but they want to learn. while at lunch today my dad took a picture of me and my mom together since i won't be home again for a few months and he affectionately said "my girls." i've been out to my parents as nonbinary for around a year, but i let it slide since my gender wasn't the most important part of that sentiment, more the fact that it was a nice family moment.

a beat later my mom corrects "girl and person," and while i am grateful for her seeing that i'm not a girl, this type of correction always makes me feel more awkward than being misgendered. like, the point of my dad calling me "his girl" was this tone of familial affection, but the word "person" just feels cold and distant, which is something i struggle with in a lot of gender neutral language. but beyond that, it's just this weird separation. i jokingly correct my mom again, saying "hey, we're both people."

the conversation continues and eventually my mom asks if it bothers me when people call me "girl" like that. and the truth is: i don't know. it bothers me a little, but the forced neutrality bothers me more, and honestly i don't really care what gendered language someone uses for me as long as they mean it in a way that shows me they care. like, i'd rather be called girl affectionately than be called "genderqueer nonbinary person with a strained relationship to androgyny who uses ze/zir pronouns and feels represented by the word transfeminine" in a derogatory way. I respond "it's contextual," but that's not a satisfactory answer. the conversation moves on to a nonbinary person who stops by my mom's work often and how my mom's had to correct some of the older employees to stop calling them a girl, since times are changing.

the second conversation is from a few weeks ago when i first visited canada to help with the mouth congress concert and got to have lunch with paul bellini beforehand. at one point the conversation developed into paul asking me what being "nonbinary" means for me personally. it was clear he wasn't intimately familiar with the concept (though to his credit he did have more experience with it than i expected), and some of his assumptions were inaccurate to my experience, but he listened intently as i described my experience not knowing how to specifically label my gender but just knowing i don't want to be seen as a cis woman while also having no desire to be fully male. he related it to his own experience as a gay man with his own complex relationship to masculinity and femininity, acknowledging it's not the exact same, and by the end of our conversation i truly felt like he respected my unique relationship to gender even if there were certain parts he still needed to process.

but most importantly, it was funny. granted our conversation was a unique case since both individuals were queer comedians from different generations, but approaching the strange concept of gender identity with humor made it so much more comfortable. paul described being a little feminine gay kid and thinking "i'm not a boy or a girl, i'm a god" and i responded that's it exactly. i brought up the mouth congress song she-male: master of the universe, saying the vision of a vengeful genderqueer space goddess is the most represented i've felt by a piece of media, only half joking. but also there were times when i made jokes about failing at gender (e.g. referencing a group of "girls" at my high school who made me realize i'm nonbinary since i always felt weird for being the least feminine person when we hung out, and then the fact that several of them came out as transmasc after graduation meaning now they can be better than me at being trans as well) and while paul acknowledged the joke he also assured me i was exactly where i needed to be in terms of my gender presentation, and honestly i'm kind of tearing up just thinking about it.

paul never asked me for my pronouns, but to be fair i did somewhat volunteer them in the form of a joke: "i use any pronouns, but i will silently judge you based on what you do with that information." that line got a laugh.

I told the same line to my parents after our "girl" conversation today, earning only confusion, and it made me realize something: so much of modern trans allyship centers entirely around language, be it pronouns or recognizing the lack of neutrality in our everyday speech. and while these things are certainly important, that's not understanding. cishet allys so often want to be able to say the right thing, so they approach the subject as learning the rules for how to incorporate this new approach to gender into their lexicon. i think there's something to be said for how this parallels how we're often taught about cis gender roles: these are the rules you follow to be a man or woman. when you find out someone doesn't fit neatly into those boxes, it's natural to ask "okay, what are your rules?" this also leads to some cis people (even gay cis people) complaining about how "you can't say anything these days" since it's portrayed as just another set of rules you need to learn.

but honestly, i don't know what my gender rules should be. my approach to gender lately has been the equivalent of "idk dude i just work here," i don't know where i specifically fit in but i do know how i feel inside. the answer "it's contextual" doesn't give you the cheat codes to gendering me correctly, because even i don't know how to gender myself correctly half the time. however, more importantly imo it gives you a window into how it feels to be me, a nonbinary person with complicated relationships to every facet of gender who's decided to stop expecting language to fully represent me but still has to deal with language being applied to me all the time. my nonbinary gender is confusing as hell, and i'm tired of having to pretend it's not as if that's the only way it's worthy of respect. every gender (including cis genders) is confusing as hell, and it's only when we all accept this fact that we can actually make a meaningful connection.

as my parents and i were driving away from the restaurant my only thought was i wonder how my dad would've referred to that photo if it was my brother and my mom in the picture. would he have said "girl and boy?" or "girl and person?" or would he have simply said "family"

#soup i tagged you bc i feel like you'd be interested in this #tbh i didn't plan on this being as long as it is but whatever i clearly needed to process something #tbh i'm kind of rolling my eyes at myself like ''ah great another paul bellini post'' but like #having an older queer comedian mentor actually really means a lot to me and i think i'm allowed to celebrate that #also honestly didn't realize how much the genuinely compassionate response to my high school joke actually meant to me until this moment??? #like in the moment i was like ''no that was a joke isn't it funny the same group of people made me feel inadequate in multiple genders'' #but now i'm like wait. oh. i've been holding onto that idea that i'm not good enough. insert crying cat meme #also shoutout to another anecdote from that paul conversation: #apparently he has a younger cousin who's a trans girl and he brought scott with him to visit them for christmas this year #and he said ''that cousin and scott ended up having one of those conversations where everyone around them is on edge bc any second someone #could say the wrong thing. it was awesome'' and like unironically i agree??? #like yeah having someone say something accidentally transphobic is shitty but one thing i enjoy about scott it he's not a performative ally #if he doesn't get something he will say it. and tbh at this point i've been around enough people who know all the language #but don't really get it or worse think the opposite #that watching someone like that is honestly refreshing

[littlx-songbxrd]

I could talk about the things that felt so wrong and off to me in the tsc universe but then honestly I might never shut up-

Because there's SO MUCH

Both Barbara's deaths, Christopher's death, everything Cat said about the lost herondales, Emma's parents' deaths, Jonathan Morgenstern as a whole, Kit’s childhood and all his behaviors in tda, Charles' change of heart in chot, the reaction to the rumors Alastair repeated at the academy(no bc why were they so obsessed with that one thing? it literally affected no one else but matthew and tom), Jesse's death, Henry actively ignoring Matthew his whole life but adoring Kit, Elias' death, why Alastair didn't inherit Cortana, can Herondales actually see ghosts or was it just Lucie(cause Will could only see Jessamine and James couldn't see any from what I remember), etc etc

I DONT WANT YOU TO SHUT UP CAUSE YOURE RIGHT

Inbox is always open i want to here you ramble about any of these pls therws just so much that doesnt make sense

#my pet peeve will forever be the lack of tdi characters involvement in their kids lives #ly!!