#maybe that’s what it represented then but it is not what it is now and she chooses to move forward

[xi-chan]

Hey, can I request Penacony boys with fem reader that has niece with personality like Yaoyao?

In canon, yaoyao could describe as a kind adult soul in child body.

So it will be cute when see reader’s niece takes care her workaholic aunt, or maybe follow reader around.

That's such a cute idea of course I'll write it <3

Meadowsweet

sypnosis: your niece has been wanting to meet your boyfriend for some time, however, her focus is more on taking care of you than their presence pairings: Sunday, Gallagher, Aventurine x fem! reader (separate) A/N: I did Penacony natives and Aventurine since he's a guest representative btw

SUNDAY

"Oh? And who might this little one be?" your lover, Sunday, was for once not busy with his work and was taking a small break before you and your little niece entered Dewlight Pavilion. She had been asking non-stop if she could meet your boyfriend for quite some time and since your sibling was planning to take a vacation anyway you agreed and took her with you. Nevertheless to say, she was quite amazed by the dreamscape of Penacony and your lover as well.

"She's my niece. It's alright I brought her, right?" Sunday petted her on the head before turning to you, nodding with his usual-charming smile, "Of course, I don't mind." The sight before you really was quite adorable. Sunday crouching down to meet your niece's height and the sparkle in her eyes was conspicuous. However, she frowned a little before crossing her arms. "Aunty told me that you're always working and never have time for her." you nearly choked at her statement- which was true, but you never told it to Sunday's face directly like she did. "Oh, is that true?" he was still smiling gently but you knew he'd wanted to talk to you later.

Your niece nodded her head and you think you've never seen such a disciplined face on her, "Overworking leads to stress and worsens your well-being. Remember to take sufficient breaks every now and then!" Sunday was silent for a second before chuckling and agreeing with her. "I'll try my best."

Although your niece wanted to know more about Sunday and what he does for a living, she was busy the whole time taking care of you. The only reason why Sunday was able to take a break today was because you took some workload off of him and you were more than exhausted, thinking just how he can handle everything by himself. She was running through the entire Hotel, getting drinks and snacks for you and even bought some incense for you- with your money, though. Sunday had been offering to help her as well but she shushed him, telling him that "he needed a break as much as you did."

Now, the two of you were sitting on your couch in the hall with your niece bringing you snacks and even some medication for your migraines. You sighed when she disappeared again saying something like, "Sunday's sister has a sore throat!" or something and Sunday chuckled again, causing you to turn your head at him. "You've taken a liking to her?" you asked softly and he took your hand, nodding. "I suppose it's something new to have her here. But I worry I won't be able to continue my work later on."

After the three days of your niece living at Dewlight Pavilion, your sibling texted you, saying that her vacation has ended and that it's time her daughter gets back home. But knowing your niece, she was first telling almost everyone to take care of themselves and not to overwork for the sake of their health. When it came to Sunday, she told him the same with some other details like trying to set certain times to take a break and he nodded, acknowledging her advice.

"Do I really have to go now?" she asked you and that pitiful face almost brought you to tears- why was she so adorable? "I believe your mother also needs you, no?" Sunday said, petting her on the head again. She agreed before taking your hand in hers. "Okay! Remember what I told you, Uncle!" she said as she waved and your cheeks reddened as she called him uncle. Sunday didn't mind though and waved back. "Get home safely."

Once your niece entered one of the Penacony Spheroids, Sunday placed his hand on your shoulder and kissed your cheek. "Tell me once you've returned, alright?" you smiled before giving him a small peck and nodding. "Of course, I'll do that."

GALLAGHER

"Hello! One 'Cosmic Turbidity' please!" a small voice said, placing some credits on the bar counter. "Apologies, not for sell for- what the." your boyfriend, Gallagher, wanted first to turn away the child ordering a cocktail but then saw you, seemingly passed out, lying on the counter. Your niece shoved the credits with her small hands closer to Gallagher, "It's for her. She doesn't like the smell and will probably wake up then." Gallagher stood silent for a second at first, eyeing your passed-out figure and the small girl on the bar stool before slowly turning to the glasses and ingredients to prepare the cocktail.

"What are all those ingredients?" she asked while pointing to the bottles Gallagher was holding. He showed the label to her before pouring them into the glass. "Odd Concoction, Soothing Soda, an Ice SoulGlad and a Stellar Champagne." Once Gallagher cured the ingredients, your niece listened carefully with full focus.

"So, how do you know her?" your boyfriend asked, pointing between you and your niece while he decorated the cocktail. "Oh! She's my aunt! When we were in our room, she was so exhausted and I told her to take a small nap, but she insisted on bringing me to the bar since I wanted to meet you. Long story short, she passed out a few meters away from the bar entrance."

"Uh...huh..." Gallagher slowly turned to you and remembered that you helped out some Penacony locals at Golden Hour the past few days, which probably caused the exhaustion. He sighed internally before finishing the drink and placing it next to your head. "If you wanted her to take a nap, shouldn't she just remain unconscious?" Gallagher asked and your niece shook her head. "No, No! Sleeping and losing consciousness are two very different things! Passing out does not make anyone get to sleep in the way the body needs to perform in the best way possible." Gallagher nodded before you suddenly sat up, almost throwing up.

"Oh, god- Is that-" "Yup, Cosmic Turbidity!" "bleh-"

Gallagher took the glass from you and placed it behind the counter. "G'morning, Sugar." you sluggishly lifted your head and smiled softly. "Morning.. wait what?" You turned to your niece, who smiled at you, and then back to your boyfriend. "I guess that she brought me here?" He nodded as he prepared another drink for you to freshen up, "Yup, quite the worrisome."

"I'm not worrisome, I just like to take care of people." she cut in, crossing her arms. He laughed as he finished your drink, handing it to you, "Sorry, Sorry, she is quite the caretaker." you chuckled softly before you saw Siobhan next to Gallagher, placing a small cup in front of your niece. "Oh, thank you, Miss." She smiled at her before walking back to her other customers.

"How long is she staying?" Gallagher asked you and you help up two fingers, too immersed in your drink. "Alright, that's plenty to take care of you while I continue working."

AVENTURINE

"Well that was fast between you two," Topaz said with Numby in her arms, "Naaww, can't believe you're a dad now, Aventurine." she added before Aventurine shook his head. "Don't get the wrong idea, Topaz. This is her niece." Aventurine, who was currently holding your niece on top of his shoulders, had a teensy tiny encounter with Topaz on the way to his chambers- much to his dismay. "Niece, huh?" Numby jumped out of her arms and she lifted her head, taking a look at the small girl on Aventurine's shoulders. "Well, a child is a child, even if it's not yours." Aventurine sighed before ignoring Topaz' further comments and making his way to his bedroom and you.

"Was she your colleague? She looks nice!" your niece asked and Aventurine shrugged, "Yeah, she is. Did she make you uncomfortable, by the way? With her assumptions?" he asked while holding her steady but she shook her head. "No, no worries. Everyone makes assumptions, there's nothing wrong with that." she said as she wiggled her legs a little and your boyfriend chuckled softly before finally entering his bedroom, seeing you on your bed.

"Sorry we took so long." Aventurine carefully picked up your niece from his shoulders and placed her on the ground, letting her walk to you herself. "It's no problem. You didn't even take so long. I haven't even finished unpacking her things." As you sat on your and Aventurine's shared bed, a seemingly small suitcase lied beside you with half of its contents. While your lover and your niece wanted to get some snacks from his office- the ones you always bring him that he stashes in his drawers, while you unpack your nieces clothes and bathroom utensils. However, you were moving a little slow, probably because you were tired from everything- mostly worrying about Aventurine while he was still in Penacony.

"Aunty! I said I could unpack my things. You need to rest!" your niece immediately pulled her suitcase off of the bed and began continuing your work and she'd push you back on the bed when you tried to get up. "Stay on the bed, pleeaasee?" you sighed as you gave in and simply shifted to the centre of the bed before Aventurine plopped down next to you. He moved more towards you until his head was on your lap and he smiled at you, "Say, she's quite the carer, yes?" he asked and you nodded. "Yeah, she's like an adult in a child's body, at least that's what my sister, her mother, says." Aventurine hummed before stretching himself and lying plumb on you again, turning to your niece. "Do you wanna accompany us tomorrow to get some new things for your best aunt?" he asked and your niece nodded her head profusely, a wide smile on her face.

Nevertheless to say, Aventurine spent around 3 Million credits- which is nothing to someone like him, though- but by all himself. You and your niece stayed at his chambers after you were beginning to get dizzy the whole morning, and after a mutual agreement between Aventurine and your niece, he went out to get medication for you while she was with you and making sure you don't over exert yourself. And when you had to go somewhere, she'd either go there herself or follow you closely- not that you minded.

"Here, some ginger tea- it should help with your nausea." your niece said, handing you a cup of steaming tea and you thanked her, taking the cup from her small hands. "Now, drink slowly and take small breathing breaks in between- also breathe in the steam a little." you nodded and did as she told you to. After not so many minutes, your lover came back to your room and sat beside, placing some medication he bought on the bedside table. "Did you get the Onsandetron?" your niece asked as she looked over to the items on the table, but Aventurine's face only showed confusion as he looked to you and then your niece. "The what now?" she sighed with a smile before taking a package and popping out a tablet for you.

#honkaistarrail #hsr #sunday #honkai star rail x reader #honkaistarrail drabbles #hsr fluff #sunday x reader #sundayhonkaistarrail #honkai #sunday x you #aventurine #aventurinehsr #aventurinehonkai #aventurinehonkaistarrail #aventurine x reader #aventurine x you #hsr aventurine x reader #aventurine fluff #gallagher #Gallagher x reader #Gallagher x you #gallagher honkai #Gallagher honkai star rail #Gallagher hsr #hsr gallagher #penacony #hsr sunday #xi-chan writes

[gavisfanta]

hii i love ur story's sm☺️☺️

but i was wondering if you can do a instagram with gavi? with the story!!☺️☺️

INSTA FEED - GAVI

summary: you tried your hardest to hide it, but your dog gave it away

warnings: noneee

@yourinsta

Finally back in Barcelona 🫶🏻🫶🏻 missed my home

liked by random and 829,829 others.

random: i hope you enjoyed your spain roadtrip❤️❤️

random: youre so pretttyyyy

random: girly i love you but Colleen Hoover is not it.

random: i think it ends with us is good

random: i hope ill see you

random: where is that?

random: she said it in the caption, barcelona

random: no but where in barcelona

random: barceloneta i think

yourbestie: I MISS YOU

yourinsta: I MISS YOU TOO

random: so cuteee

-

@yourinsta

feliz dia de Saint Jordi!!!!! 💞💞

liked by yourbestie and 299,619 others.

random: that bear is so adorable😍

yourbestie: who's that hot chick in that first pic??? 😍😍😍

yourinsta: awww❤️

random: can we switch bodies?

random: frr

random: ouuu who are those gifts from...

random: 😍😍

random: youre so prettyyyy

random: her and gavi would actually fit together as a couple

random: I SEE IT I SEE IT

-

@yourinsta

do you guys think he will be mad at me??? 🫠

liked by random 508,729 and others.

yourbestie: yeah honey i dont know but that perfume costs 200 euros....

yourinsta: its okay... ill just tell him that it was an accident...😬😬😬

random: WHO IS HE?!??!?!?!

random: okay but her pics>>>

random: i wish i was you

random: im atill not giving up about my theory with her and Gavi

random: im with you

random: YOU. ARE. SO. PRETTY.

random: 😍😍😍

random: can you check the dm i sent you??

-

@yourinsta

< BCN 3

liked by pablogavi and 999,629 others.

random: love the fit girly

random: i was there yesterday

random: LOVE THE PICS

random: where is your jacket from??

random: THE FACT THAT GAVI LIKE THIS.

random: MY THEORY IS BECOMING THE TRUTH....

random: girl i get that you post gavi cause.....

random: im tired of hiding how fine he is

random: dont hide it. 🤷‍♀️

ferrantorres: 🤣

random: lmaoo what ferran??

-

@yourinsta

i love acting like a tourist and going into all the souvenir shops

liked by pablogavi and 729,829 others.

random: I LOVE BARCELONAAA

random: GAVI LIKED AGAIN!??!?!?!

random: you are so prettyy 😍😍

random: the tourist shops are the best lmao

ferrantorres: he said he likes the third pic 🤣🤣

random: who is he...?

random: HE?

random: The fact that I miss her being somewhere else cause her party posts were always so fun

random: ARE WE REALLY GONNA IGNORE GAVI'S COMMENT?????

pablogavi: 😍😍

random: AAAA

random: IM FREAKING OUT

-

@yourinsta

night time in bcn >

liked by pedri, pablogavi and 829,729 others.

random: camp nou at night tho>>

random: how did she even get in there at night?

random: maybe it was a matchday

random: but there was no game yesterday

random: its older then

random: i love living in barcelona

random: i was there in that pool it was so cool

random: the third pic is so quiet...

random: WHY DO PEDRI AND GAVI LIKE HER POSTS

random: where did you get the hoodie from??

random: youre so pretty in the first pic

-

@yourinsta

this past week was an absolute dream, now I'm back to studying 😖

liked by pablogavi, ferrantorres and 739,729 others.

random: i can imagine that the past week was a dream. the barca players also like my posts in my dreams.

random: LMAOOO

random: I'd die to have your hair

random: whats the dogs name??

random: love how she represents the girl aesthetic of studying while having starbucks

random: frrrr

random: i absolutely live for the makeup in the first pic

random: hair tutorial when??

random: orange is so your color

random: nahh its still red

random: i still remember when she was in portugal... that felt like yesterday but ut was like 6 weeks ago

random: can we swap lifes? just for one day? pls

-

@yourinsta

photo dump 🎀

liked by pablogavi, pedri and 1,012,829 others.

random: prettyyyy

pablogavi: buen coche 🤔 (nice car)

random: AAA

random: whats with the emoji tho...

random: how is she so lucky that barca players keep liking her posts???

random: first

random: GAVI DRIVES A CUPRA TOO. MY THEORY

random: shut up do you know how many people drive cupras?

random: yeah shes right

random: youre gorgeous. im serious.

random: hala madrid

-

@yourinsta

day at home 💞

liked by pablogavi, pedri and 1,082,992 others.

random: YOUR HAIR IS SO HEALTHY. HOW.

random: okay i love that dog, its official.

random: youre giving golden retriver

random: i adore your aesthetic fr

random: how do you manage to stay so organized

random: when is your next trip?

random: youre so prettyy

-

@yourinsta

what am i without watching sports??

liked by pablogavi and 992,829 others.

random: F1 ON TOP

pablogavi: 😍

random: hey gavi

yourbestie: What are you without sports in general???

random: TAKE ME WITH YOU

random: frr football and f1>>>

random: oh how i wish to be a wag

random: idk how people can be bored of watching sports

random: i love camp nou its so pretty

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@pablogavi

liked by yourinsta, pedri and 2,829,729 others

yourinsta: ayy guapo *liked by creator

random: wait hear me out. isnt that yns dog?

random: Omg youre right

random: HES SO FINEEEE

random: since when does he have a dog???

random: cant wait for the game against Cádiz!!!!

random: maybe theyre just friends...?

ferrantorres: 🤣🤣

random: OMG HIII

random: FERRAN SNITCHING??

random: you focus on scoring goal first

random: 😍😍😍

random: THATS YNS DOG???

random: YESS AAAAA

random: oh my god theyre just hanging out, chill that doesnt mean that theyre dating...

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@yourinsta

fine... yall little detectives figured it out...

liked by pablogavi and 2,018,662 others.

pablogavi: ❤️

pedri: finally!!! took long enough

ferrantorres: yall were so bad at hiding it from public

ferminlopez: they grow up so fast 😭😭

random: AAAAA

random: IM SCREAMING

random: THIS WAS SO UNEXPECTED

mikkykiemeney: welcome to the public wags 🫶🏻❤️

yourinsta: aaaa ❤️

hectorforr_: desearía serlo Y/n 😍😍 joder hermano te ves bien ( i wish i was yn, fuck brother you look good)

random: WHA

random: fort bro crazyyy

pablogavi: 💀

llamineyamal: mis padres 😍😍 (my parents)

random: lmaooo

random: THEYRE DATING???

jpcancelo: Por fin ya no nos molestará más jajaja 🤣🤣🤣 (finally he won't annoy us anymore)

pablogavi: 💀

aurorapaezg: 😍😍

random: aurora tell me is she good to gavi?

random: IM. DYING.

joaofelix14: @yourinsta tenemos que compartir ahora (we gotta share now)

yourinsta: PFFFF

random: HAHAHA

#pablo paez gavi #barca #fc barcelona #football #gavi #futbol #fanfic #mustread #espana #pablo gavi #gavi x reader #i miss gavi #smau #gavi smau #instagram #instapost

[specialagentartemis]

Would you be open to elaborating more on your statement “#Admittedly I fundamentally don’t believe that many forms of ADHD and many of the tumblr-acceptable forms of autism are materially distinct”? I haven’t heard someone else voice this sentiment, but I think I have similar feelings to you around this topic and I am curious how others have come to this conclusion as well.

Sure.

When I was eight years old, I was diagnosed with ADD—Attention Deficit Disorder. This is considered a related but separate and distinct thing from ADHD.

When I was a teenager, a new DSM came out. ADD was no longer considered a distinct thing. My diagnosis changed to ADHD-I: Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, Inattentive Type.

My brain didn’t change, but the professional perception of what was up with it did.

Is ADD materially different from ADHD? Can you have ADHD without hyperactivity? That used to be no, now it’s yes; answer the first question, that used to be yes, now it’s no.

I see very similar things between ADHD and autism. Lots of people do. Traits like the ability to fixate on an interest to the physical inability to pay attention to anything else; infodumping past the point other people lose interest; penchant for physical clumsiness and poor coordination; emotional dysregulation; proclivity to sensory overload; anxiety over not emoting correctly… they’re ADHD things and autism things. Is bouncing my leg an autism stim or an expression of ADHD hyperactivity? Or is it just fidgeting like people do sometimes? I dunno. Are they in fact materially different things?

Similar to ADD, Asperger’s Syndrome is no longer a thing. It’s subsumed under Autism Spectrum Disorder now. Is “high functioning” autism the same material thing as “low functioning” autism? Is “high functioning” autism the same thing as “ADD”? Idk. In some people I think it is.

Especially in mental disorders and neurodivergences, diagnoses aren't physical, material things. They're names given to commonly occurring collections of traits or symptoms. There's no virus that causes ADHD, no bacteria that can be isolated that causes autism. COVID is caused by the virus SARS-CoV-2; strep throat is caused by Streptococcus bacteria. They have symptoms, but they are primarily defined by their root cause. ADHD, autism, and plenty of other Brain Things do have neurochemical correlates - that is, there is an aspect of physical reality to them, you brain is wired a certain way - but it's not like ADHD is caused by the ADHD Virus and Autism is caused by the Autism Germ. They're names given to observable sets of traits, in order to figure out ways of treating and managing them. And I think drawing a sharp distinction between them - THIS is ADHD, and THIS is autism, and they're NOT THE SAME! - is pointless.

I like to use the xkcd color survey as an analogy for... well, a lot of things about the human experience and the way we classify it.

If you weren't around in 2010, xkcd's Randall Munroe asked the internet to help crowdsource the true names and boundaries of colors. You could sit down at the screen, colors would appear before you by random hexcode, and you typed in the name you'd call it. You could do this as many times with as many colors as you wanted. This was the resultant chart he made:

This shows the entirety of fully saturated RGB color space. Each pixel is a different hex code. Each pixel represents a different individual's brain.

I usually use this chart to talk about sexual orientation/queer identities. But it's also a great analogy for the categorizations being diagnoses.

If "Blue" is, say, ADHD, and "Purple" is Autism, you can image how one person's "purple" experience may be wildly different from another "purple" experience but very similar to a "blue" experience. But they're labelled differently, for various reasons. Maybe the doctor had recently seen a lot of blues, and this one seems more purple in comparison. Maybe the doctor has a really specific idea of what blue is, so this can't be blue, it must be purple. Which is not to say some blues aren't wildly different from some purples, that some purples match the platonic ideal image in your mind of what "purple" is more than others. There's still clearly a lot of overlap in blue and purple experiences.

That's kind of how I think about ADHD and autism.

And who knows, maybe I think this just because I am actually autistic. I've asked myself that, wondered that before. Am I? Or are these just ADHD symptoms that overlap? And honestly at this point the answer isn't super important to me. I know how my brain works and how to deal with it when it gets bad, and there's very little that pursuing a diagnosis would do for me at the point I'm at in my life.

But when I say that I suspect the two aren't as materially distinct as they're sometimes made out to be, this is what I mean.

#asks #anonymous #I'm no neurologist or psychologist this is just my observation from living my whole life with a Neurodivergent Brain of my particular type

[dreemurr-skelememer]

Do you think Nightmare had built up an idea of Dream up in his head before he came back? a symbol of his trauma, the one who should’ve helped him, who was loved and adored when he wasn’t - sometimes he’s a worry that Nightmare deserved what was happening to him, because there must’ve been a reason why he was put down when his brother wasnt

His emotions lead him to focus solely on what Dream represents to him, not what he was actually like

And eventually, he becomes a relic. He feels a blend of love, pity and contempt for him, yet all are mellowing with time. He’s nothing more than a vague idea of a brother in his mind now.

So when Dream comes back, nothing he does feels entirely rught

oh absolutely. both of them are a representation of every kind of misinterpretation and miscommunication to me

the perfect interpretation of this that i can compare them to is the sisters from mlp:fim, absolutely nothing comes close in the way you write them. that's them

when you're blinded by anger and various other emotions to tolerate the abuse you go through, you look for an outlet. whether that be escapism, or looking for someone to blame. the blame could be on yourself, your actual abuser/s, or somebody who seems to have it better than you. and in that way, if you don't communicate nor know fully the person you're blaming, you create a version of them in your mind that works for you because it helps you cope.

He’s nothing more than a vague idea of a brother in his mind now. So when Dream comes back, nothing he does feels entirely right

i LOVE the way you write this, because you get it imagine having all that buffering time to heal and to process and to basically almost forget, only to suddenly be thrown back to a time you never wanted to revisit, especially by the person you'd convinced yourself to blame

why isn't dream acting the way nightmare thought he was? or maybe nightmare is still so deluded, that he just sees dream coming back and says "there he is again. he's going to ruin it all again."

you took so much time to get away from it, but trauma is trauma. and trauma hits hard. even if you've healed a good amount of time, if you haven't actually done anything about it, once confronted with it again, it'll seriously throw you back. it's absolutely no wonder nightmare would relapse and react the way he would once he sees dream again

because no matter what you do to ignore your issues, that's not solving them. that's just avoiding them. especially if it's something you should have never avoided. time can't heal all wounds when you're using time as a picture frame to avoid the gaping hole in your wall

#Anonymous #absolutely rambled off and dont know where i was going with this so if it feels incoherent forgive me LMAO

[lukebeartoe]

A Tale of Five Tandems

The Body Language of Double Riding with your Buddy

This was bouncing around in my head when i went to the theaters and someone reminded me so here it comes. Bear with me.

Ride 1: The "Vespa" on the Island

For their first ride, Luca is anxious and hesitant! But Alberto is right, if he doesn't hold on to the front the makeshift Vespa will fall apart. Luca doesn't grab on until it begins to detach, keeping it whole and working correctly.

He keeps a tight grip onto Alberto for the rest of the ride, out of fear or duty, but also because grabbing worked. He was right to trust Alberto. And then, when they're falling towards the rock, he stops grabbing and re-detaches it, because they would not survive if he stayed attached. (Parallels what parallels?)

Ride 2: The Dream Vespa

Later that night, Luca is much more confident. The trust he put in Alberto paid off and he faced his fear. And he's starting to share Alberto's appreciation of adrenaline. When he falls asleep, he's behind Alberto on a "real" Vespa. Holding his waist gently, not desperately like earlier. Comfortable and secure.

Dream Alberto puts Luca in the drivers seat, perhaps representing Luca's growing confidence and desire for agency. Alberto encourages him to ramp up into the fish, but once there Alberto isn't holding him anymore. And when Luca goes even further and touches the moon, Alberto and the Vespa vanish.

(break added because long)

Ride 3: The Uphill and the Downhill

That worry (or maybe the whole dream) is forgotten for a time, and Alberto and Luca don't ride together on a two-wheeled vehicle until the day before the race. By this point much has changed. Tensions are rising and Alberto feels like Giulia is pushing them apart. While helping Luca strength train, he is literally separated from him by Giulia. At the top of the hill, things start to come to a head and Alberto interjects himself in front of Luca, for him to hold onto. Where he thinks he belongs. Luca's hands go out, but do not grasp him, not trusting him. Notably, Alberto has never ridden a bicycle.

On the way down the hill, Luca only touches Alberto once, to try to take control of the handlebars. Is he willing to fall of the bike away from Alberto? He may be fearing his safety but he does not trust Alberto with this, and again this is justified. They did get down the hill, but they did crash. Into the sea.

Ride 4: The Race

After Ercole stymies Alberto's attempt to rescue Luca from the rain, Luca rescues Alberto from Ercole. Things are completely different. Alberto rides behind and he barely stops touching Luca the entire ride. He trusts Luca's ability and is putting his life in his hands.

Alberto switches between Luca's waist or his shoulders, and once his face to avoid Ercole's harpoon, but he clings tight to Luca the entire time he is on the bike. No matter what jumps, rough terrain or murder threats are happening.

Ride 5: Victory Lap

As Portorosso celebrates the Underdogs' victory, they drive the newly-purchased Vespa to Giulia's house. Luca is now between Alberto and Giulia, everyone holding each other by the shoulder, nobody feeling estranged. The body language is much more relaxed, like in the dream, no doubt helped by the slow speed. Alberto is driving, but the Vespa was his dream to begin with. And his to sacrifice if he chooses.

So yeah, this was I'd guess 80% intentional, 20% me reading too much into things, haha!

#thanks for bearing with me! #rambles #luca paguro #alberto scorfano #giulia marcovaldo #the underdogs #luca 2021 #luca pixar #pixar luca #luca #and a bit of #luberto

[interstellar-wanderer]

Theory about The Ghoul/Cooper: Highly influenced and vulnerable to dishonesty.

Cooper Howard trusts deeply in the people he loves and the idea of the American Dream that was sold to him during the Sino-American war. He fought for those ideals, his country and the people he loved, and before the Great War and drop of the bombs he can't stand any other perspective for his own sanity.

The problem is, he is not a very good actor you see. He usually creates the character of a highly dignified cowboy because it is a projection of what he wants for himself, an ideal version of a man, openly criticizing the choice of the character not doing what he would do in real life (shooting someone), and in his other movie, he plays a role of a man with a dog, with the help of his own dog and not another random dog, I believe because he wanted to portray his own relationship with his loved pet rather than a random role.

He lives his characters and roles, to the point of turning one of them when becoming the Ghoul, this lone cowboy and bounty hunter hurt by his past and tired of the cruelty and dishonesty around the Wasterland.

He uses his emotions and all his heart for his roles and forgets everything else because through his roles he is showing a part of himself in the process, but with the consequence of leaving nothing to protect himself, because he has never created a facade around his person, he is honest and true, th same way we see The Ghoul as he is, no lies nor attempts at dishonesty; he is clear with his intentions to the very end.

But because of this, Cooper is vulnerable and ignorant to true deep dishonesty, to someone who would straight up lie to his face, to someone living two parallel life at the same time. He prides himself on knowing his wife's true motivations and never thinking bad about her, he also sees Lucy and believes her just as transparent but never thought of her surviving SnipSnip.

When Barb showed her real colors during the Vault-Tec meeting, declaring they should drop the bombs themselves, he broke in such a way he went into shock. One would believe he is in fact a good actor, and would try to be good in hiding it, but I would say Barb was a better one by playing two roles at the same time God knows how long and Cooper suspecting nothing of such. This happens when:

1) she convinces him to pose as Vault boy and be part of their promotional campaign

2) then when she invites everyone to the wrap party to their house without telling him, subsequently not showing remorse at him being abandoned by his Hollywood friends

3) then gatekeeping him regarding her status as worried housewife during the war in Anchorade and how stupid his idea of a ranch was

4) ultimately convincing him to accept his dog should go (something we all know made him suspect of Vault-tec and her), for the sake of their security.

But this caused a drift between them, him starting to suspect something was up when she told him they wouldn't be safe if they buy a bunker themselves because it wouldn't work, then trying hard to "put everyone in one of the GOOD vaults, one which would oversee all others".

This is when his world started to crumble. Not only her lying, but she not trusting him enough with the real truth of their situation, manipulating him instead with a dishonest facade.

The worst part is that it is very likely she knows this about him, his soul is rooter in honesty, fairness, and dignity, do the right thing the same way Lucy envisioned before coming out of Vault 33. He doesn't expect his wife to lie to him or represent a version of the world he fought against, he doesn't expect his country to betray him regarding their safety.

We can understand now why he became such a bitter man, and why he seems to avoid the old version of himself.

Maybe he thinks, if he had known, if he hadn't trusted so damn much, if he hasn't been so vulnerable and hasn't opened his heart expecting the same back, maybe he could have done something to stop it all.

Now every time he looks back, he seems to hate the man he was so very much.

#cooper howard #the ghoul #fallout #fallout theory #fallout spoilers #fallout amazon #fallout the ghoul #mytheory

[hanni-bae44]

Title: The Office Feud (Wooyoung)

Pairing- Wooyoung x fem!reader

Genre- office au, coworkers, kinda e2l, fluff

Word Count- 4.2k

Summary- Your office fued with Wooyoung ended in the best way possible. Right under the mistletoe.

A/N- ik it’s not Christmas rn but I started to watch The Office and got inspired so I wrote this baby hehe >:)

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Everyone was lively in the office around this time of year. And while it was nice to see that for a change, you didn’t quite feel the same holiday cheer.

Impatient, you brought your favorite work mug up to your lips and sipped on your coffee that barely had time to cool. You basked in the bitterness that felt familiarly like how you felt right now as you watched everyone fall under the joy of Christmas.

It’s been a little over a year since you’ve moved to the city. You moved here on a whim and thankfully landed a good office job soon after, settling as a sales representative. You threw yourself at both your day and side job. When you weren’t at the office, you crocheted for your small etsy shop. Your lack of social life never bothered you that much, but now that it was the holidays, you were starting to feel the loneliness settle in. Times ten.

For today’s Christmas party at work, you wore a tacky yet festive sweater that had Will Ferrell dressed as Buddy the Elf on it. Although you loved the movie, you didn’t quite love this sweater that you’ve owned since you were a teen. But since it was just for one lame work party anyway, you didn't bother to go shopping. Your mood was still sour though.

“What’s with the face? Cheer up girl, it’s Christmas,” Jennie nudged you as she leaned against the counter, joining you in the break room. She was making herself a cup of tea when she noticed how distraught you looked.

If there was anyone you were close with at work, it was Jennie, the receptionist. She was practically your only friend if work friends counted.

Right as you were about to respond, her tall boyfriend showed up and kissed her cheek, now standing beside her all lovey dovey. Yunho was always the PDA type. As immune as you were to them flaunting their relationship at work, today just left you feeling insanely bitter. Even more so than Valentine’s Day. And that was saying something. 

“It's just lonely this year,” you sighed, twisting at the charms on your bracelet for comfort. It was the last gift your parents gave you before you left. You missed your family but it was impossible to fly back in the snow this year. You thought escaping the outskirts of your small town would make you more happy but that wasn’t the case. You were unhappy there but at least you had your family there. At least you had your dog— Rose— there. In the city, you had no one to come home to. No one to talk to when you weren’t at work.

“You could spend Christmas with me and Yunho. We're just going to open presents and watch movies all day but still, it’s more fun than spending it in an empty apartment,” Jennie offered, looking back at her boyfriend for approval. “Right babe?”

Yunho's face was blank and it was obvious he didn’t want you there. “You know there’s another person here who is spending the holidays alone. Maybe you could spend it with him,” Yunho said, earning an elbow to the stomach from Jennie. It was obvious who Yunho was talking about. Wooyoung. The only other guy in this office that didn’t have family in the city. The only other guy that was single. The only other guy who made it known that he was spending the holidays alone. The guy you disliked.

Although Wooyoung was a hardworking employee with a tremendously high sales record, he also drove you tremendously insane. His desk was right behind yours and he loved to make snarky comments on everything you did. Working with him wasn’t entirely terrible but it also wasn’t pleasant. Especially when you were just trying to peacefully do your work day to day with little to no conflict. 

“It’s fine,” you assured Jennie, then glaring at Yunho who raised a teasing brow. “Thanks for the offer but I’d rather be alone than be a third wheel. I’ll probably just bake some cookies and watch Elf or something. You guys have fun without me.”

“If that’s what you want,” Jennie sighed, clinging onto her boyfriend’s arm. “But if you need anything or just want to talk, call me okay?” 

“Okay. So are you guys excited for the gift exchange today?” you asked, attempting to change the subject. Nothing more depressing than talking about spending the holidays alone with a couple in love. You took another sip of your bitter coffee. 

“Not really, I wish they’d stop making us do these things. Last year, I got a Bob Ross chia plant. Like what am I supposed to do with that? Watch me get a keychain or something my secret santa found in their junk drawer last night while I actually put effort and went out of my way to buy a new gift,” Jennie tsked.

“Hey, you said you liked Bob Ross!” Yunho nudged her, getting defensive again over last year’s gift exchange. 

“Yeah, his paintings! What the hell was I supposed to do with a Chia plant of his head?”

You bit back a smile. Secret santas were never fun and always more stress than it was worth. While last year’s secret santa led to a happy ending for Yunho and Jennie, that wasn’t the case for most people. Your company just loved to torture their employees with this ridiculous tradition. 

After a while of watching Yunho and Jennie bicker, you decided to cut the tension. “So who did you guys get for your secret santa?” 

“I got Hongjoong. That man is tough to get a gift for but I got him a tie,” Yunho said. 

“I got Jongho,” Jennie seethed, which made Yunho snicker. “That fucker gets on my nerves but unlike him, I’m a decent person so I got him a karaoke machine since he likes to sing. Hopefully he’ll stop breaking out into songs at work once he receives it. I’ve had enough of his singing. Anyway, how about you, girl? Who did you get?”

You sighed at the reminder of the one guy you couldn’t stand. “I got Wooyoung.”

Jennie gasped while Yunho’s hand dramatically flew to his mouth. The irony, you knew. But before they could say anything, you saw Wooyoung in the corner of your eye and they did too. Speak of the devil. And you didn’t even have to say his name three times before he popped up. 

“What is that? Your fourth cup? It’s not even noon yet,” Wooyoung taunted as he walked near you to get to the coffee machine. He began to brew himself a coffee too, then leaning back against the counter to reel in your scowl. “So what were we talking about?”

Your eye drifted down to Wooyoung’s tacky Christmas sweater with a Santa Claus graphic in the middle, with the words “I do it for my Ho’s” embellished in rhinestones around the face. You’d admit, the sweater was quite funny and made you laugh this morning, but now that your sleepiness wore off, all you saw was an annoying sweater worn by an annoying man. 

“I should get back to work,” Jennie apologetically smiled, waving at you as she dragged her boyfriend out of the break room. Even though the office was having a Christmas party today, there was still work to be done so she had a valid excuse. But still, you just knew that even your coworkers were tired of seeing you bicker with Wooyoung. 

“Look at that, just your presence alone drove my favorite people away,” you glared at Wooyoung.

He shrugged. “Maybe they just got tired of talking to you. You are quite a Grinch in the mornings. It’s the holidays, shouldn’t you lighten up a bit?” 

“I’ll lighten up once you stop commenting on everything I do. And for the record, it’s my second cup of coffee! Not fourth, second!” You didn’t know what argument you were trying to win or what point you were trying to make but you just wanted to rub it in his face that he was factually wrong. 

“Okay sweetheart. My bad, your second cup of coffee. Is there a reason why you’re so angry today? Did one of Santa’s elves spit in your coffee?” 

“No,” you huffed. “But I want to spit in your face.” You wanted to smack your head against the wall the moment you said it. What a lame comeback, come on Y/N, you could do better. 

He chortled. “So any plans for the holidays?” He ripped open 5 packets of sugar at once into the coffee. He didn’t even stir it around and just began sipping on drink. What a maniac, you thought. You didn’t comment on how he liked his coffee but something about all that sugar chilling at the bottom of the cup made your skin itch.

“Not really,” you settled on. “You?”

“Same,” he sighed. He was quieter now and looked at you like he had something important to say but instead he remained quiet as he stared down into his coffee mug. 

You waved a hand in front of his face. “Are you okay there?” 

“Yeah, we should get back to work.” It was as if your words knocked him out of his daze. He took a couple steps to leave but then stopped again, turning back to face you. “And Y/N, you should be more responsible. You were the last to use the printer. Refill the ink if you see it low,” he ordered as if he were in a higher position than you. He was just another sales representative and yet he always did stuff like this. He always acted as if he were better than you. 

You heaved a sigh as you watched him walk away. And to think for a second you were actually worried. What a jerk. 

-

Near the end of the day, your coworkers began to huddle around in the conference room for the annual gift exchange and Christmas party.

As it began, you watched as all your coworkers exchanged their gifts to one another and pretended to like them. Jennie received a self care kit, Yunho received a teapot, Jongho received a flannel, and etc. Some people switched their gifts, some didn’t. You didn’t really pay much attention after that until it got to your secret santa’s turn. 

Your present for Wooyoung sat wrapped in a box with a red bow on top in the middle of the room. You took great pride in your wrapping and gift giving ever since you were a kid. Even now as you were forced to get Wooyoung a gift, you tried your best to make it look presentable. After all, his gift was the only gift you would be wrapping this year anyway. 

You bit back a genuine smile as you watched Wooyoung rip open the wrapping paper. Even though he got on your nerves sometimes, you still respected him as a coworker. He sat across from you right now and although you’d never admit it, the dim office lighting made him look decent today. Perhaps it was just the jollyness of the holiday air but he looked okay in his tacky Christmas sweater. 

“AirPods,” he stated the obvious, glancing up at you slowly. “This is way over the budget.” He looked surprised and for once, there was no smug look on his face. Could he not even bother to smile? Was he even happy to have received such a gift? You couldn’t tell with that blank look on his face. 

“I know, but I heard you lost yours so I figured you could use some new ones.”

You could hear your coworkers’ side comments around you being both surprised and jealous. It wasn’t a secret that you and Wooyoung bickered a lot in the office. In fact, everyone knew of that which made it even more shocking that you went out of your way to get him a gift four times the budget. 

“Yeah, I did need them. Thank you.”

“It’s nothing,” you smiled genuinely. 

A couple more people went by before it was your turn to open your gift. It was the last one left and placed in a medium sized gift bag. “It’s from me,” Wooyoung said with his brows raised. “Surprise, I’m your secret santa too. Open it.”

You didn’t say anything and just took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the worst. Wooyoung was a menace around the holidays. It was his favorite time of the year which meant he also pulled a lot of pranks. Just last week, he wrapped Mingi’s whole desk and belongings in colorful wrapping paper. Why? Because he was bored. And just yesterday? He filled the creamer container with salt. Why? Because he knew how much Jongho liked creamer in his coffee but mostly because Jongho took his stapler. 

You’ve also heard stories of the gifts Wooyoung liked to give and the last thing you wanted was to receive a bag full of coal in front of all your colleagues when you went out of your way to give him a thoughtful gift. Reluctantly, you stuck your hand into the gift bag only to pull out a toilet mug. Of all things, a toilet mug. A gag gift. Maybe it would be funny if you guys were actually friends but with how shitty he was to you, you’ve never been more insulted. 

As if you didn’t hate the holidays enough, you then heard some colleagues around you giggling. You kept your composure as you stared at the toilet mug. You were already holding in your tears all day from the loneliness you felt and now that you were met with this shitty ass gift, you just wanted to cry. You weren't going to, but you wanted to. 

“What do you think?” Wooyoung beamed. 

Oh, so now he smiled. He wasn’t happy when he received Airpods but he was happy to make a joke out of you in front of your colleagues, how rich. “I figured since you like to drink coffee so much, a toiled mug would be up your alley. And you know since coffee kind of looks like-"

“Gross. Don’t finish that sentence,” Jennie warned with a stern look on her face. And thankfully, Wooyoung listened to her as he leaned back in his chair, waiting for you to say something. Except you didn’t. You were speechless. 

“I’ll trade you,” Mingi offered, his voice piercing through the silence. 

You glanced over at Mingi who sat beside you. In his lap was a coffee table book he received earlier. Without another thought, you gave him the toilet mug, switching gifts. For some odd reason, Mingi was insanely happy to receive such a mug. At least someone could make it useful.

You didn’t even spare Wooyoung another glance before Jongho clapped, signaling the end of the gift exchange. 

For the next hour, everyone just hung in the office and ate food while Christmas music played in the background. Jongho even broke out the karaoke machine Jennie gave him at one point, making the party all the more fun and loud. 

You did good at avoiding Wooyoung for the most part. He tried to talk with you when you were at your desk but you went off on him and told him to leave you alone. Thankfully, he wasn’t persistent for once and did as you asked. You managed to ignore Wooyoung for the rest of the night after that as you escaped to the break room where it was more quiet. And a while later, Jennie and Yunho joined you too.

When it was getting late, you parted ways with your coworkers before clocking out. You put on your winter coat and headed to the elevators with Mingi’s coffee table book in your arm. At least you now had a decoration piece for your empty home. You’ve been living in your apartment for over a year now and you still haven’t gone decoration shopping. This was sad, you now realized.

You pressed the button to floor one, then took a deep breath. “Please don’t be so cold,” you said to no one in particular. The last thing you needed right now was for your face to freeze from the snow. 

Right as the elevators were about to close, you saw a familiar hand hold the door open. Please, no. Not him. Not right now.

“Hey,” Wooyoung said as he stepped in. 

Just great. 

“Hi,” you reluctantly said. 

Silence. 

“So. Thanks again for the AirPods. I’ll use them well.” 

“Yeah. Don’t lose them again.”

“Yeah.”

“Also,” he began, turning to face you. “Jennie told me how insensitive my gift was. I didn’t think about how it could’ve come across that way. I’m sorry, I just thought it was funny since you like coffee and all.”

“It’s okay. Really.” It wasn’t, but it wasn’t like you expected him to read your mind. You were already having a shitty week and that damn toilet mug just sent you off. 

“No it's not,” he insisted. “You went out of your way to get me AirPods and I got you a damn toilet mug… To tell you the truth, I originally got you this.” He pulled out a small jewelry box from the pocket of his pants. It was the charm of a rose. “I was going to give you this but then I don’t know, I thought it’d make me look too serious so I backed out and gave you a toilet mug instead. I know how much you miss your dog Rose at home, so here, a rose charm to add to your charm bracelet.”

He remembered. You’ve only ever mentioned your dog once to him but that was ages ago. Yet he remembered. You were so touched. “I love it, thank you.” You chewed on your bottom lip as he closed the box again. And since your hands were full, you asked him to put the box in your purse which he did.  

You really couldn’t help the tear that rolled down your eyes the moment the elevator door opened. You tried to wipe the tear but you had so much in your hands that you couldn’t. Right as you got out of the elevator, Wooyoung stepped in front of you and the next thing you knew, his hands were at your cheek and his thumb was gently wiping away the tear.

“Wooyoung,” you mumbled, your heartbeat quickening by the second. It felt so foreign to stand so close to him like this. “What are you doing?” His hand was still at your cheek, and it felt so soft and warm. You’ve never felt more vulnerable in front of him right now and yet you can’t even find it within yourself to care or push him away.

“I’m sorry.” His hand fell back down to his side as he took a step back. “For everything. I know how hard it's been for you the past year and all I’ve done is make it hard for you. I only ever just wanted to befriend you. I guess I just didn’t know how to do it.” 

While you were confused at where this was all coming from, you didn’t press on it. “It’s fine,” you assured him. “You get on my nerves sometimes but at the end of the day, you only ever push me to be my best self at work so it all checks out.” 

“You mean that?” 

“Yeah,” you smiled. “It’s all good. Just be a little nicer to me from now on, yeah?”

He softened at that. “Sure. And I’m sorry for making you mad today at your desk.”

“Honestly I was more mad at myself than at you. I was already having a bad week so that dumb toilet mug just made me take it out on you. You didn’t do anything entirely shitty.” You began to walk towards the exit of the building and he followed, even opening the door for you. “Anyway, thanks for the toilet mug earlier but also no thanks. Hopefully Mingi will like it better,” you teased. “I really do appreciate the rose charm though, I miss her alot. So thank you for that.”

“I figured. You always look at her framed picture when your eyes strain at the desk,” he casually said. He then blew air into his hands in an attempt to warm them up. 

You raised a brow. “What, do you watch me when I work or something?” 

“Not in a creepy way. Just sometimes I look at you to see what you’re up to. Sometimes I consider writing you up for not working,” he joked. 

You rolled your eyes. “How nice of you to not write me up then.”

He smiled, feeling more at peace now as the tension between you and him melted away unlike the snow that surrounded you both. “Merry Christmas, Y/N.” 

“Merry Christmas, Wooyoung.” As you looked at him, you couldn’t help but notice how pretty his eyes twinkled under the moonlight. How pretty the mole under his eye sat. Right as you were about to say goodnight, you felt a snowflake fall on the book that was in your arms. You looked up at the sky to see more snow fall and then you saw it. A dangling mistletoe. And you were standing under it. With Wooyoung. 

Since when did your company put up a mistletoe in front of the entrance? It wasn’t there this morning… 

You glanced back at Wooyoung hoping he didn’t realize what you just saw but to your dismay, he did. Your heart began to race at the thought of kissing Wooyoung. Even with your squabbles, it was always hard to completely hate him. Because as annoying as he could be, you've always found him insanely attractive. Even if he was wearing his tacky “I do it for my Ho’s” Christmas sweater right now. 

“A mistletoe.” Wooyoung spoke first to fill the silence. He was always one for speaking the obvious.

“Yeah.” You didn’t know what else to say. 

Wooyoung looked at you with an unreadable expression, biting on his bottom lip. “Are you okay with a truce to mark this day?” He spoke slowly to watch the way your face reacted with each word. “To end this dumb feud once and for all? In light of the holidays.”

You inhaled sharply then searched his eyes for a sign that he wasn’t playing around. And for the second time today, Wooyoung’s words seemed to hold sincerity. 

You really didn’t know where your confidence came from next as you dropped your things to take a step towards him, leaving only a couple inches of space in between your face and his. “If you’re asking if you can kiss me then yes,” you breathed.

His face was so close to yours and before you knew it, his hands were at your jaw and his lips were pressed against yours. 

It was addicting how soft his lips were. You couldn’t believe that you were actually kissing Wooyoung outside your workplace right now. And under the mistletoe no less. It was intoxicating how his scent made you. Even though it was night by now, his cologne from the A.M. still lingered and it engulfed your senses fully. The kiss wasn’t passionate nor hot but it also wasn’t chaste. It was an in-between, a mix of the I’ve been waiting to do this for ages now, and the you taste better than I could ever imagine kiss. 

You couldn’t believe you were actually kissing your not-so-arch-nemesis right now.

You were the first to pull away. The kiss was great. But what now? There was a stretch of silence where the both of you just looked into each other’s eyes, sharing tender smiles.

Until he cleared his throat. “Truce?”

“Yeah, truce,” you muttered. “I should probably go now though, it’s getting late.” You gestured towards the right where your apartment was. You didn’t want the night to end but you also knew you had to part ways before you said something dumb the future you would regret. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” Wooyoung gave you a soft smile before walking the opposite direction down the street. As you watched his figure get smaller and smaller, you couldn’t help but get reminded of how he was spending the holidays alone too.

Fuck it, you thought. It was now or never. 

“Wait!” You ran up to Wooyoung with one last proposition. You were aware of how desperate you looked right now yet couldn’t even care. If someone were to tell you that you were going to ask out Wooyoung this morning, you would’ve laughed in their face. But things were different now and you didn’t dislike him quite as much anymore. “Since we’re both going to be alone this Christmas, do you want to spend it with me? We can watch overrated Christmas movies together and shit on them. Maybe even have a cooking battle or something too since you like to cook. The loser does the dishes?”

He was quiet for a moment with no expression but then his smile grew wide. “I’d never turn down a good competition.”

You bit down on your lip, not wanting to appear so excited. “Cool. Text me whenever then.” 

“Sure.” Wooyoung didn’t even bother to conceal his smile. “It’s a date,” he said confidently. 

“It’s a date," you repeated. And this time, you didn't bother to conceal your smile either.

Perhaps the holidays wouldn't be so bad after all. 

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[sincerely-sofie]

Chapter 4 of Sofie Plays "Slay the Princess": The Wild (Part 1)

I can hear what sounds to be a crying woman in the background music amidst ethereal vocals and I am not happy about this.

[ Beginning ] - [ Previous Part ] - [ Next Part ]

Okay wait wait wait WAIT. I'm really latching onto that last line but hear me out as I ramble for a bit. The Princess is not human. As far as I know, she can't even die--- though that might just be my bad luck and decision making at play. She describes herself as having no beginning and no end. This game tinkers with the concepts of time being cyclical, and the Hero and the Princess's memories are both untouched by time looping, unlike the memories of the Narrator...

... Is she the reason time is looping? The Princess is without end and beginning. In other words, a circle. Is she the embodiment of a time loop?

Alternate theory is that this game is a surreal allegorical story for man's quest for immortality. The Narrator is somehow a representation of the fear of death, and the Princess's imminent threat of destroying the world isn't as pressing of a threat as the Narrator makes it seem. She's inevitable, but she's not in a rush to end things. She said in the first chapter that she likes the world--- though that might have been a lie, come to think of it. The Hero might be a representation of an individual's struggle with death, and how oftentimes when we fight against it, we only draw closer to it. Maybe the whole "this is a love story" line hints at the Hero accepting the inevitability of death, and therefore falling in love with life?

Y'all I'm just slapping things at the wall and seeing what sticks. I don't think either of these theories will prove to be true, but they sure are fun to speculate over!

Okay yeah no I'm definitely playing an allegory for accepting death aren't I. Mankind trying to fight against death and prolonging lifespans past that which would be natural seems to be the symbolic undercurrent of that line.

Narrator are you even listening? It's the wifey talking. But in a disconcertingly neutral, mystically monotone voice that concerns me.

I wasn't even asking myself that second question before now and now I have MANY CONCERNS.

OH MY WORD the narrator's memories are affected by the loop but he's aware of its existence. That's what this means, right?

... I might have disobeyed the entire premise of the game? Just a little bit?

Okay okay this implies that the Hero, if my "allegory for the inevitability of death" theory is true, doesn't represent mankind. But if he doesn't, then what is he?

YOOOOOO NEW PARTY MEMBER!!!!

I'm picturing an exchange like the following:

Hero: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Hunted? Hunted: ... No. Broken: I do. Hero: I know, Broken. Broken: I'm sad. Hero: I know, Broken

I mean, there are probably worse things to be... eaten alive, for one thing.

Reading this and thinking about how "this is a love story" and losing my mind and losing my mind and losing my mind and---

Asked the Princess why she was being nice to me after the whole, y'know, swallowing me whole thing, and she's a bit touchy on the subject. She just as quickly resumed the otherworldly calm front, though. Does she have multiple Princesses like I have multiple Voices?

Ah. Hm. Well then.

If I'm going to be assimilated into the world around me and the being I'm struggling against, I'd like to do so after acknowledging the repressed fear I carry. It is time to ponder the orb--- I mean, terror in my heart.

Hahaha thinking about Twig/Ark's early relationship and not crying whatsoever rn :))))

Got a little worried that maybe I actually was a magic all-encompassing forest and had grossly misinterpreted the situation, but hearing the Broken express reluctance to leave a situation in which he's playing pretend at everything being okay makes me feel much more confident in the decision! Nice.

... Are we the same being, but divided in two? That definitely doesn't sound right, but this line makes me wonder...

OKAY ONCE AGAIN I KNOW THIS IS A SERIOUS SCENE BUT I'M JUST SITTING HERE THINKING ABOUT THAT DOG IN MONSTER HOUSE

Broken sweetie you read uncomfortably literally as someone who's been through a very bad relationship and I think you need therapy even more than the Hunted does.

I'm really tempted to see what would happen if I actually fulfilled the premise of the title... but I'm really curious about where that first dialogue option will lead.

We cut her free.

The Narrator threatening us for letting the Princess go is something very interesting and I don't know what else to say other than I'm worried.

Hey chat why are the borders of the screen turning red?

Hey chat why is everything going dark?

HEY CHAT WHAT'S WITH ALL THE ARMS THAT SWALLOWED THE PRINCESS UP AND DISAPPEARED INTO THIN AIR, LEAVING NOTHING BUT A MIRROR BEHIND?

I barely got a screenshot of the last frame of whatever that was and nearly threw my mouse across my room in the attempt.

I am once again coping with humor:

Hero: I'm sorry I'm such a handful. Princess: I have two hands. Hero: I--- look. If you want to play semantics, fine. I'm sorry for being a hundred handfuls. Princess: Hero: Princess (while sprouting several hundred arms): Try me.

(Ran out of image uploads. See you in the next post!)

#slay the princess #stp #sofie liveblogs stuff

[incorrect-rqg]

Okay my intent here is not to start drama in the rqg fandom in 2024 because I love this community and frankly it's not that deep, but there's something I just wanna talk about for a sec.

I've seen the sentiment around lately that the party is unnecessarily cruel to Wilde - from the Prague arc all the way up to Damascus or even Japan - and that this specifically contributes to Wilde's guardedness and unwillingness to be emotionally open with the party throughout the show. That he goes "oh, you want me to be the snarky punching bag with no feelings? Then that's what I'll be."

While this is a sentiment I generally agree with, I take some issue with the idea that the party - Grizzop specifically - is mean to Wilde for "no reason".

Grizzop has a very good reason to dislike being around Wilde, which he expresses on numerous occasions - Wilde's lack of respect for Grizzop's personhood and his use of condescending and demeaning language.

While Wilde never actually calls Grizzop "It" like he'd later claim (just a result of long gaps between sessions and Ben being a human being with imperfect memory), he does call him "this one" and generally treat him in a dismissive and condescending way, even after being told to stop numerous times.

Now, I've seen the argument that this is kind of just how Wilde talks to everyone. That's just who he is, especially in earlier arcs. This isn't entirely untrue, but that doesn't change the fact that like... Grizzop is a goblin (in the RQGverse a minority race with a history of oppression), who has been the target of this kind of language and attitude from humans his entire life. He's entirely warranted in being upset at being treated this way. Wilde doesn't ever really give Grizzop any reason to like him, and frankly Grizzop doesn't owe Wilde jack shit.

Another scenario is the iconic moment where Grizzop punches Wilde in the dick. I made a post about this a couple days ago while Very High and then forgot to delete it in the morning so it's just up now. But I've seen a couple comments (on the post and elsewhere) being like "poor Wilde :(" or "he didn't deserve that" and like... He kinda did? He was being antagonistic and negging Sasha, deliberately trying to make her feel worse about her upcoming Risky Medical Procedure. Even if it was just him being silly that's still a pretty shitty thing to do. You can argue that Grizzop went overboard with the physical violence, but arguing that it wasn't at all warranted doesn't make sense to me.

I love Wilde as much as the next rqg fan. He's probably my favourite character, maybe behind Sasha. But in order to appreciate the extent of his character growth it's important to recognize situations where yeah, he was being shitty and antagonistic.

And, even in a scenario as silly and fantastical as this, I still think it's important to not brush off the experiences of a marginalized person who says they're a target of discriminatory language, even if the perpetrator is someone you like. Wilde is white, and charming, and wealthy, and in a position of power over Grizzop as his handler and as a government representative. He is not the victim in this situation.

Again, very much not looking to start shit here, especially because "aw, poor Wilde :(" is definitely a thought I've had while listening to early RQG. This is just something I've been thinking about a lot during my current relisten and wanted to share with you guys.

#RQG meta #rqg #rusty quill gaming #not a quote #rqg wilde #rqg grizzop #grizzop drik acht amsterdam

[fuckyeahisawthat]

So I'm still super obsessed with your take that Paul's visions are an "inversion" of reality and there's one that my brain is vibrating about in particular. In part 1 there's that one shot of him and Chani (and a couple others I think but it's not clear who they are) on a ship about to land (on Caladan?), with Paul in front and Chani standing behind him.

Now maybe I'm reading too much into this or taking it too literally, but for the most part the visions that are the most obviously "inverted" were the ones concerning the two of them, so I'm wondering what your take on that particular vision might be? Could it be she's actually in front with him behind her? Which seems like an unimportant detail but there could be some deeper layer there perhaps?? idk my brain is buzzing about it and I wanna know if you have Thoughts

Heyyyy. To be fair I'm not the first person to notice the thing about Paul and Chani's positions switching in his visions; I think I first saw that on Twitter. But ooh yes let's talk about that vision.

I'm assuming you mean this series of shots, from the visions Paul has in the tent after the attack on Arrakeen:

I don't think them switching places is going to be a one-to-one thing that happens every time Paul sees them together in a vision. But there is a lot of interesting stuff to talk about here. Chani wearing black--the color of power and empire--dressed to match Paul, standing at his right hand with no Irulan in sight. Chani gazing haughtily down at Paul's followers in a way it is hard to imagine the real Chani doing. Chani seeming entirely okay with this situation.

This makes me think that this is either a possible future where she has come to accept what Paul is doing, or a future where she is pretending to accept what he is doing for reasons of her own. But, as with all Paul's visions, we don't know if this is the future. (For one, the flags are different than the ones we see at the end of Part Two; they're the traditional Atreides green, white and black instead of the red and tan Desert Power Edition.) We don't know what else Paul sees once he drinks the Water of Life, but this could certainly be a possibility for "She'll come to understand, I've seen it."

While I was watching back through this series of visions I noticed another interesting thing. In Part One, there are multiple shots where we are following Chani walking through the desert, wearing a long white dress with her hair blowing in the wind. But in Part Two, Jessica is the figure in white that Paul is following. (I also think there is at least one shot where the person in white is so backlit/out of focus that we can't tell who it is.) We also have these parallel scenes of Paul in a tent in distress over a vision: Paul seeing the vision of following Chani while Jessica is there trying to comfort him, and later in Part Two, Paul describing the nightmare/vision of following Jessica to Chani as she tries to comfort him.

The metaphor here I think is a bit more obvious--Chani and Jessica represent two opposite paths Paul could take, either embracing the prophecy or rejecting it. But it's interesting to see them connected or superimposed on each other through the visions this way. In the vision in Part One, Jessica even speaks through (or over) Chani; we see Chani say "Paul" in the same urgent way Jessica is saying it in real life.

What does all this mean? Once again, we don't know! Chani is a phantasm at this point in Part One; Paul has not actually met her in real life so it's not clear if the Chani in his visions represents an actual possible future for the real Chani, or if she operates as more of a symbol or a projection of things in his own head. I think the intent is to keep us guessing by having the visions function in different ways--some are the future, some are a version of the future but twisted, and some are metaphors or warnings, and we often don't know in advance which is which. But I'll be super curious to see if some version of this scene comes back in Dune Messiah.

#dune #dune 2021 #dune part two #paul atreides #chani kynes #lady jessica #really respect how they managed to make paul look SO SO creepy in this two-second shot #asks answered

[fatuismooches]

wait..

Dottore with a equally manipulative reader!!

Despite their illness, they can and will do anything to achieve their goals (alongside Dottore, of course.)

Since they're also from the Akademiya, they're quite knowledgeable when it comes to the human mind and psychology—so, they know how to use someone.

I feel like, once the traveler meets them—they'll probably twist Paimon and the traveler's reality loll

However, they still have weaknesses. Especially their sickness, which is why Dottore is by their side in the first place!

Maybe, manipulative fragile reader most likely is two-faced lmaoo

Even if they're still evil and twisted, them and Dottore are the perfect matchh!!

YES :3 I've always hc-ed fragile reader to be like this but I never write it because 1) I probably would suck terribly at writing manipulation 2) reader doesn't do it too much unless they're feeling vengeful (Traveler moment) or it's necessary since it's lots of work (would rather leave the schemes to Dottore right now.)

Therefore most people never see you do this or are a victim of your manipulation. The difference between you and Dottore is that you are genuinely nice to people, so they don't realize they're already ensnared in your trap until it's too late. But perhaps that is their shortcoming because did one truly expect the spouse of a Harbinger to be naive and defenseless, regardless of what you seem outwardly? Like Dottore, you don't take pleasure in hurting others, but if that is what furthers your research, what else is there to do? (Unless it's Traveler or the Archons, that's another story.)

Needless to say, your husband greatly appreciates your mind. After all, you did a lot of the "negotiating" back then for him in the Akademiya, due to his general irritability. But he still does not want you to push yourself too much. If only you weren't sick, Dottore would send you out to represent him at his meetings. Webttore could especially use your patience. Regardless of whatever your goals are, he'll make sure you stay on top of it. That's what good scholars do for each other, right?

#smooches talks #dottore love notes <3 #fragile reader <3 #random people taking fragile reader not seriously bc of their current state but they don't realize they're wrong until its too late 🌝 #reader gets a little kiss from each segment for their crimes

[silverflqmes]

Okay hear me out, may I request Cloud x reader fluff where we spend lovely spring morning together? Nothing nsfw just pure comfort, our cat laying in bed with us, laziness at it finest.

Off the topic I really adore your work! I'm quite new to ffvii, basically I've just started playing, but your work made me fall head over heels for Cloud haha. Anyway have a good day!

໒⦂ 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐖.

notes. hello! thank you so much for the request and the kind words akajsks i’m still fairly new to ff7 myself, but i’m glad to have amplified your love for it and cloud<3 the cat saga continues✨ i did something experimental here so it’s a little shorter, but i hope it’s okay :’)

genre. fluff + comfort

disclaimer. before any confusion arises.. sora is the name of your cat, who was first mentioned in this post if you are eager to see more of her!

cloud strife x gn!reader.

sora’s purring joins the gentle whistle sung by the breeze that swept through the bedroom window, chiffon curtains dancing to the soft tune like delicate petals.

cloud couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a taste of spring weather — of bitter cold melting into tender warmth.

the change of seasons was hardly ever noticeable without trees to flourish the busy streets with life, lakes to freeze over at the gradual drop of temperature, and flowers to splash the otherwise monochrome edge with color in the spring.

perhaps, it made the planet worth saving after all. to have been rewarded for his efforts at the very end with the beauty of the world, along with his beloved partner.. and a feline friend.

your chest rose and fell with breath, quietly, but surely, eyes fluttered shut. an unspoken trust, which your boyfriend treasured more than he could verbally express.

it was too early to even be up right now for most people.. but cloud, unfortunately, had to represent his little company as its only delivery guy and employee within the next two hours.

he fought back an annoyed sigh at the mental reminder of it.. only to remember that you had still been fast asleep.

any indicative sound that threatened to portray his irritation and spill from his lips all but melted away, falling completely silent on his tongue. because how could he possibly ruin the serene image of you all bundled up and cozy.

the exasperated exhale died all together in the stream of his windpipe as his features relaxed once more in repose.

normally he preferred taking up long distant deliveries by himself, but on this particular occasion, the client happened to live in your seaside hometown — costa del sol. a place that was untouched by the unpleasant smog of edge, and instead painted in a kaleidoscope of vibrant coats.. rather than a trillion shades of gray.

a shift in movement made his mako tinted sapphires flash just briefly before sliding to your stirring form.

his ears caught a jumbled, almost incoherent murmur ( were it not for his amplified hearing ) and cloud wondered to himself for a moment what dreams had joined you in your slumber. something lovely, he hoped, a gentle caress to your conscience.. and not the nightmares that haunted him until dawn on some evenings.

moonless nights when cloud thought too hard for comfort, let alone decent rest.

although, those had been few now. infrequent, thankfully, all because of your solace-filled presence — pressed into his chest.. and the light nuzzling of your calico kitty tucked into his side.

a silent, meow-less request for breakfast.. or maybe not. maybe it was just to ask cloud to stay a little while longer, and enjoy that which he could not back in edge.

waking up to unsullied air- a mixture of floral aromas and the soft, but welcome dripping of morning dew traveling from petal to petal, was.. sadly a rarity, the former infantryman realized.

which is why he found himself sinking into the pillows and duvets in submission, allowing darkness to greet his eyes for another round of sleep. two hours were more than enough to get dressed and to his destination. so truly, all he needed was thirty minutes to be dressed and out of your childhood home.

the hour and a half remaining could blissfully go to cuddling you a little while longer, all else drowning into background noise as he would slip further and further, deeper and deeper. surrendering himself completely to your warm company, the serendipitous quiet, and spring morn.

notes. okay this is way shorter than what i normally write, but i hope it’s still good😭 not much dialogue, just cloud being soft and at ease for a change ahaha

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[dearreader]

hello fellow members of the tortured poets department.

today i enter into evidence so long, london and analyze it.

previous days: fortnight, THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT, my boy only breaks his favorite toys, down bad

oh… where to start.

so long, london is a song we’ve all discussed and talked about so much (because it’s so beautiful and heartbreaking) so most of what i’ll say might be redundant. but i still have stuff to say.

the song is done with so much intent to not only connect it heavily back to songs on reputation/lover/midnights etc. but also to really show just how much work taylor was putting in over the years and give hints into what led the relationship to ending.

the opening sound like the echos of church bells that you’d hear on a wedding day because she was left waiting at the alter for him to follow through on his promises and prove he loved her… similar to the reimagining taylor did of her life in its nice to have a friend where it ends with her being carried home from the wedding by him (and since that was a reimagining it can almost now be interpreted as a dream she was telling herself as she waited because she expected the end to be real but maybe none of it actually was).

the repeating of “so long, london” as if she’s telling not only him but herself, over and over, that it’s over… like they’d called it off before but he came back so all the past goodbyes are coming forth all at once

of course the repetitiveness being similar to the opening of death by a thousand cuts with “my” where in that song she would list parts of her he had touched so it felt like she just kept saying my over and over describing the loss. and with how taylor left all she knew for this place and made a new life here it would be like he touched every aspect of her life.

and even the first official line of the song reaffirms the idea of taylor picturing the future of past to get through the present

“i saw in my mind fairy lights through the mist/i kept calm and carried the weight of the rift/pulled him in tighter each time he was drifting away”

fairy lights here can represent two things:

a bright warm and safe future. like in christmas tree farm where taylor closes her eyes and is taken away from the stresses of the modern world and imaging a cozy christmas with her lover surrounded by fairy lights or the christmas we see in the lover music video with the future of her lover and her with their child. so even through the worst moments where doubt was clouding her mind and worries for the future she just kept thinking if that warm bright future and kept trying to fix their issues while he was pulling back or glancing at others and possibly cheating on her. she just kept their future in her mind to keep pushing through the now

it’s another reference to how she constantly rewrote and looked back on how the beginning was to get through now. that he may be pulling away but he came in on a white horse with the winds of fate and he’d come back around if she kept trying. she just kept reminding herself of their love in its purist form before it started to die so she could keep trying to revive it

another interesting line connection i can’t stop thinking of is “stopped trying to make him laugh, stopped drying to drill the safe”//“stealing hearts/and running off/and never saying sorry” because taylor was doing everything to get his heart because he had stolen hers but he wouldn’t let her in to either let him love her or help him. also with cowboy like me in mind this hits hard because taylor saw herself in him and that’s why they could work and fall in love together… but he was the conman who didn’t leave his boots underneath her bed.

another one being taylor saying “i left all i knew/you left me at the house by the heath” because not only did she runaway with him but she left her country and old life behind. being an incredibly public celebrity who had her life monitored constantly to a life of complete solitude and finding different ways to get around together without being seen to not draw attention to them. this hurts harder when she says “and im just getting color back into my face/im just mad as hell cause i loved this place”. she is using london the place as a metaphor for him as she was living in his world for years and she did it because she really loved him. she would’ve stayed forever if he’d been there but he never came back…

and i’ll lastly touch on the boat line that i mentioned yesterday in down bad’s post. “and you say that i abandoned the ship/but i was going down with it/my white knuckle dying grip/holding tight to you’re quiet resentment.” this line feels like it’s referencing titanic, where rose was with jack until the end, even as the ship sank deep into the water and and was floating on a door that could only fit one and lost her love. it feels like taylor was on the boat until the very end and with the added line, didn’t even give up on it until she was taken away by someone else. who then kicked her off his ship and her waving desperately for him to come back but he left her alone to.

this song has so much more that i can’t touch on cause it’s so straight forward that i just say it and you know as well as just being an all around masterful song. it’s a truly gut wrenching track five. and with taylor’s monotone singing where she just sounds deflated and defeated through out it. just everything about it was done so perfectly and i can’t explain anymore without it being over kill cause like… yeah you get it when she says two graves one gun or saying she was the odd man out in her own lovers life. like even some stuff i said here is so straightforward i don’t need to add more cause you get it. its plain and straightforward cause at the end everything was so obvious to her.

list of parallels that i didn’t elaborate on/plan to elaborate on in the future:

“fighting in only your army/front lines/don’t you ignore me”//“my spine split from carrying us up the hill/wet through my clothes, weary bones caught the chill”//“i just don’t understand/how you don’t miss me in the shower/and remember how my rain-soaked body was shaking”

“is this the end of all the endings?/my broken bones are mending/with all these nights we’re spending”//“i think there’s been a glitch/five seconds later im fastin’ my self to you with a stitch”//“for so long, london/stitches undone”

“and the old widow goes to the stone everyday/but i don’t, i just sit here and wait/grieving for the living”//“you swore you loved me/but where were the clues?i died at the alter waiting for the proof”

“i can’t find a pulse/my heart won’t start anymore/for you”//“i stopped cpr. after all it’s no use/the spirit was gone. we would never come to”//“and my friends said it isn’t right to be scared/everyday of a love affair/every breath feels like rarest air/when your not sure if he wants to be there”

#kelly babels #so long london #ttpdminutes #song analysis #taylor swift #the tortured poets department

[skitskatdacat63]

Hey, do you remember that really homoerotic scene from Skyfall? No? That's okay, here's a Vettonso version of it :)

- explanation & w/o text:

Hi hello, finally my weird psychosexual relationship with Casino Royale has come to fruition. Yeah this is directly based off a scene from Skyfall, but I def envision the vibe as being more like Casino Royale hehe. I can't believe I made that inspo board for this AU almost 4 weeks ago, and then ended up drawing a four panel "comic" about it. Ahhhh proud of myself, a bit, a tad. I think this took 20+ hours across the span of a week? God. Anyways I digress! The AU!!

First of all, their Bond song would be "My Way of Life" by Frank Sinatra. It's so toxic, codependent and obsessive, I'm in love with it. And it really suits Fernando and his motivations and outlook in this AU. Basically, MI6(in the context of James Bond) in this AU is an analog for Ferrari. It picks theses guys up, tells them that they're Ferrari MI6's most special boy, chews them up, and then spits them out when they're finished extracting all their talent and skill and life force.

Much like with Ferrari, Seb in this AU replaces Fernando after Fernando loses favor and becomes undesirable. Now Seb is the new golden boy, and Fernando has turned to a life of crime! Fernando resents Seb for this of course, but also becomes obsessed with him and the idea of him , and how they are connected. It's weird to watch someone else basically go down your exact same path and unknowingly make all the same mistakes(buying into the mysticism of it all too much, being overly cocky, having naive beliefs and goals, etc.) He is caught between wanting to doom Seb even more but also wanting to "save" him, by corrupting him and convincing him to work together.

Basically: He's both a Bond girl and Bond villain.

Fernando is in such a weird place in this AU. I think he's just very dramatic. Seb is just casually living his best 007(005?) life, and Nando is watching him with binoculars, whispering to himself: "DOESN'T HE UNDERSTAND THAT WE ARE NARRATIVE FOILS!?" Yeah he hates Seb, but like the song lyrics say, their lives and dreams are inherently tied up together. He would feel lost without Seb, because Seb basically, unknowingly, destroyed and then took over his life. Maybe he'll feel satisifed if he manipulates Seb into going down the exact same path a bit better.

About the drawings themselves. Still can't believe this scene is a real thing that actually happened, insane to me. But in this AU, after the events of these drawings, Fernando definitely kicked all his henchman out of the room, and fucked Seb in the chair. And then against the wall. And then on the floor. Hey man, Seb is already looking mighty delicious with his unbuttoned attire and being tied up.

I think the general plot would be that Fernando keeps trying to seduce him to the dark side, and Seb keeps making him think it worked, only to escape at the end of the encounter. Leading Fernando to just come up with increasingly more violent and kinky traps. Seb goes along with it(read: enjoys it), leaving Fernando satisifed, only to somehow escape and wink and make kissy faces at Fernando in the process. (Fernando smoking cigarette in bed: "How do I make him stay. Sigh.")

I like to think though that Fernando does win in the end, by realizing, ah wait shit I do need to actually explain my motivations to Seb. And Seb is so worn down by his job, not Fernando, and how he's being treated, that he listens, really actually listens, and realizes Fernando does really have valid reasons. And then they become evil crime husbands yayyyy. Wow you thought this was a espionage AU? Well it is, but just not the outcome you'd expect.

#ah well this was certainly a project.... #rn i feel like im devolving into illness so im glad i could finish this up before it possibly gets worse #this is my magnum opus as of rn. just bcs ive not really drawn such a longform thing for them!! happy w it :) #i think i def like the first one the best #it made me suffer so bad but i think i soften on my own art after a few days #like i finish it and know its 'good' but cant help but critique every little thing #but ive had that one done for almost a week so now i look at it and really love it #i was originally just going to draw that one only but then realized i really like the full dialog so. might as well. #generally i liked this though bcs even if it ws difficult. it was nice to have really direct and clear reference #like ah ik where im going w this rather than it being an image in my head that i cant represent the way that I want #ah anyways all my vettonso aus tend to be just wanting to explore specific dynamics of theirs #and this one is basically how i feel about their mutual relationship to the institution of ferrari and how it affects their dynamic #basically: THEY'RE MIRRORS!!! #there's always something to be said abt nando being resentful abt seb bcs of 2010/2012/etc and then seb taking his seat at ferrari #but then witnessing seb basically go thru the same trials and tribulations and failures at ferrari #and realizing huh wait maybe he's not who i was villianizing him as. maybe hes at my level too. maybe he's not infallible. maybe hes like m #a very bitter nando who has to fight btwn his impulse to ruin seb further or to relate to him and start to like him #so yeah that's ^ basically what i want to portray in this au(just like all AUs tbh) #f1 #formula 1 #sebastian vettel #fernando alonso #catie.rambling.txt #catie.art. #vettonso #bond au

[vv-ispy]

Im 👀 at your Mondstadt having an underground area and I just want to bring up this idea in a fanfic I read (Windwheel Aster: Adored by the wind) where Mondstadt has secret underground passageway between them and Liyue for emergency use. Now im combining those ideas in my head of underground passageways beneath Old Mondstadt. Like some sort of dark souls crypt for those who perished (since its Really Hard to do a burial in the snow). You know how the wind brings Mondstadter's souldls home? Yeah what if thats not just a Venti thing but also existed during the time of Decarabian. (I can tie this into Istaroth but thats a whole nother paragraph)

DON't MIND ME HAVING SpeNT most of hte day reading that fic ahem

Crypts under Mondstadt...oh I love that idea it fits in mood-wise with the Actual Dead Guy under the statue, giving Mondstadt and ameno all the more ties to death and souls and imprisonment + yeah how do you deal with bodies when the ground is frozen hard and the city is micromanaged by the god. Why, if the bodies are getting in the way, why not remove them, help the souls pass on, and place the bodies neat and orderly filed away. Away from the people so they can focus on life instead of death, but each passed person can still be easily found in case they're needed. Besides, crypts are often under a church and Mondstadt is the nation most known for having a church....maybe not under Mondstadt's currentday church, but the people did use to 'bow' around the tall tower which houses a god....

But also........those Istaroth ties? 👀👀👀

#decarabiandivorce #@ hoyo pls insert a crypt under decarabian's tower now actually i want this plsplsplsplsplspls #ya know we get a lot about liyue's funeral practices. but I wanna know modnstadt's funeral practices #i dunno most of the other nations strike me as relatively constant? They've carried the same vibes before their archon became their archon #but mondstadt's past vs present seems so different #i see their funeral practices changing a ton between decarabian's rule and venti's era #decarabian strikes me as someone who wouldn't Get the human side of grief and moving on #and someone to do what needs to be done. methodolgically. organizes the information and remains. moves on #and expects the humans to move on too. death is a part of life and that's it #meanwhile venti's rule was born from the god taking on the form of a dead friend. very emotional response to death #and that's how the era started #a lot of people are dead and the new god is also grieving and they are now allowed to process the death #the ground is now soft enough to bury the bodies #i have a headcanon about the bard being seen less as a leader as the rebellion and more as a representative of the common person #and the idea of this common person who fell with the tower — reflected by all the other people who fell — being honored by the new god #i wonder how many people knew that venti took the form of his friend. seems like it would be decently common knowledge at the time #maybe he started a tradition of carrying a small reminant of someone close who passes as a method of honor and morning #genshin talk

[lethalhoopla]

The new trailer has injected hype straight into my veins (rip everyone who is tired of Varric narrating trailers feat. Solas, but I'm a sucker for both) and the art is just gorgeous as always so I took screencaps - figured I'd share in case anyone else wanted them!

#dragon age #dragon age: dreadwolf #da:d #da4 #solas #i'd tag varric but he's not *pictured* lol so #i went off in the tags of the cinematic i reblogged earlier but for REAL there's a lot of little things in this trailer that are new!! #i mean i'm not surprised it's not an 'official' game trailer lol they're almost certainly saving that for game awards this week #but- the symbolism with the 7 evanuris outside the circle rim (theorized previously but now confirmed & with symbols!) #the way the golden city turned black (also dope skull) - its been theorized that the gc/bc was elven related but!! this is a BIG lead #plus ppl have been noting it almost looks like there's a ship sailing away from the gc before it turns black/as it does so #in those swirling black patterns that 'root' out before the image changes- #so!! new theories re maybe the evanuris/remaining elves fled the gc? after corrupting it??? or otherwise Fucking Around and Finding Out #plus the final one! with solas and the er- bomb/spell to destroy the veil - the 4 (but possibly 5 it looks like ones clipped out) #semicircles representing the evanuris - and more importantly... the archdemons probably - bc 5 defeated archdemons.... out of ostensibly 7- #5 evanuris down (or more terrifyingly: 5 of their 'locks'?) (or or- 5 of their simply leaked Bad Vibes in Dragon Form) out of 7 #somehow tying into this spell...? #solas (if ogb was a thing in ur playthrough) not only has mythal's energy but ogb's.... so many unanswered questions and loose threads #i and every other Lore Nerd are desperately trying to figure out what can be braided together with any reasonable effect lmao #regardless - gorgeous art is gorgeous hello new desktop bg