#the 'i only want to be the sun for you' quote MAKING ME MORE CRAZY THAN I ALEADY WAS AHHHH!

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

Bonus DP x DC prompt “Star-crossed lovers” to this prompt where Batclan ship “Pitch Pearl”

"Give me my Romeo, and, when he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun." -Juliet (act 3, scene 2)

Red Hood stays in Amity Park to observe the situation after the romantic conflict resolution between Fenton and Phantom.

One day from a rooftop next to the Fenton Works he sees Fenton putting toxic ectoplasm in a bottle on the table, sighing and pouring it into a glass.

The horror of plunging into the Lazarus pit flashes before Jason’s eyes. Who would be crazy enough to want to experience such a thing? And for what?

As a proud bookworm, he could not help but remember the story of Romeo and Juliet at the same moment.

"My only love sprung from my only hate, too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me that I must love my enemy." -Juliet (act 1, scene 5)

Parents who are against relationships and hate the fact that their child’s partner exists? Checked out.

Dead Romeo? Uh, yeah, definitely.

Vial of poison? Freely available in the lab.

There can be only one logical conclusion: Seeing the dead lover, Fenton thinks only about how soon to die himself.

Is Fenton ready to join his lover in the Kingdom of the Dead? He has no guarantee of returning as a ghost, so why risk it?

Jason*runs to save “Juliet”*: I defy you, stars!

~~~~

Needless to say, sleep-deprived Danny is extremely unhappy when a guy in a leather jacket breaks into his house and tries to take his lunch away. 

Both boys panick, scream and absolutely not hear each other.

Jason: Don’t do this! It’s not worth it, there must be another way! 

Danny: Give me my soup back, thief! Take the turkey, it’s going to go bad.

Jason: I am serious.“ Love moderately. Long love doth so.

Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.” Leave the ectoplasm to the dead ones, boy.

Danny: What a coincidence, I’m already dead deep deep inside.

Jason: Don’t joke, you should talk to a therapist.

Danny: Great idea. Jazz, help! Human in the house! This is not a drill!

Jason:..In general, both of you should talk to the Justice League. They can protect Phantom from your parents, don’t worry. You are not alone. 

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Fenton, sitting in front of the Justice League.

Flash: So, you and Phantom, how did you decide to start dating?

Danny: Well, what can I say in defense.. "Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, hath had no power yet upon thy beauty." -Romeo (act 5, scene 3)

Justice League:

Danny: Just kidding. I learned a whole quote for this. Can someone be proud of me, please? 

Batman: Hmmm

Danny: Thanks. And relax, I knew him before he died. Our relationship has always been complicated but we literally can’t exist without each other. So don’t worry about our breakup, it’s unlikely.

Danny: And don’t think I’d kill myself in such a stupid way, it’s boring. You might want to be more concerned about whether or not I’m shocking myself with a Fenton portal than watching my food. My stomach is indestructible, tested by years of ecto-contaminated cooking. But I don’t want to die. All this RIP is a complete lie. Trust me.

Red Hood: You. use to eat. ectoplasm?!

Danny: Yes, it's very nutritious. But you need to develop tolerance to it, otherwise you will be able to try it only once in a lifetime.

#dp x dc prompt #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp #dp x dc #Danny Phantom #danny fenton #Jason Todd #red hood

[jeankluv]

greetings! can you make a fluff gojo satoru story wherein on a random rest day, while smiling fondly at a busy satoru, admiring how amazing he is—being the strongest and all—you felt a pang in your heart as you thought of the big responsibility and burden he carries along with it. thinking how he never asked to be born with these heavy responsibilities wherein single mistake could cost a lot of lives. despite displaying his playful demeanor most of the time, you acknowledge and embrace his vulnerability and struggles. you praised, admire, praise, sympathized and praise him again. just gojo being reminded the reason why he loved you.

just a small plot i thought of inspired by the quote "it's his first time living too" while listening to mr. loverman, hehe. may i request kisses too. *heart hands* thank you!

I love when I get requests like this bc I love to write Gojo in this kind of situation 🥺

In fact I wrote a one shot, not long ago, similar to the request but only posted on ao3, you can check it here. But anyways, I wrote another one shot with your request, I hope you like it and enjoy it.

Let me be the strong one | Gojo Satoru

Words: 1,3K

Summary: The higher-ups had sent him on several missions in a row, without letting him rest, without letting him teach, they had simply thrown him into the field and let him fight on his own. Now for the first time in three weeks you saw him rest.

Tags: fluff, angst, domestic fluff, establish relationship, Satoru needs a hug, Satoru best boy, gn!reader, no use of y/n, pet names (honey, my love, ‘Toru), canon universe but spoilers free

jjk materialist

Your heart burned every time you saw him enter the door, sometimes almost falling to his knees due to the accumulated fatigue that his brain and body carried on top of him.

Gojo Satoru was the strongest, considered by many a God, someone superior. After all he was the one who had brought balance to the world with the simple birth of him. The one born with the six eyes and the infinity.

Sometimes you wish you could take it away from him, to be able to take away infinity and the six eyes, that he could live without that burden on his shoulders, without that duty that he never asked for. That he didn't have to hide his gaze behind a dark bandage. You wanted to take it away and just have it be Satoru. That he could rest and enjoy the things he liked.

You sat in the armchair that was on one side and watched how his chest rose and fell calmly and how his face was illuminated by the rays of the sun that filtered through your window, making his hair and white eyelashes stand out even more.

You loved that man so much, you were crazy in love with him and you have been ever since your high school years. You were not a special grader, you weren’t even that strong, so when your feelings for him started to surface when you were both 16, you felt scared. He was on another level, one you would never reach. At least that was the facade that Satoru showed to everyone, but as time and years passed with him, only you and him shared those sleepless nights where Satoru would knock on your door and wait for you to make room for him in your bed, to simply being hugged to each other and feeling your warmth intertwine with each other. Those moments had only caused you to fall more in love with him.

Luckily those feelings were reciprocated when you were 20 and now 8 years later they had not stopped growing.

“I can feel you observing me.” Satoru spoke with his eyes still closed.

“You should keep resting.” You whispered.

He sat on the couch and stretched himself up. “It’s okay, I had enough rest already.”

“‘Toru…” You said, feeling your heart ache.

“Honey, I’m really okay, don’t worry.” He smiled at you.

“You don’t have to be strong in front of me, you know?” You moved next to him. “Let me be the strong one for you. Let me take your pain too.” You whispered.

“You don’t have to take anything from me because there is…”

“I know you ‘Toru, and because I know you, I know you are not okay.” You cupped his face. So please let me take care of you, let me be your shield, even if it’s just for a moment.” He smiled sadly and then rested his head on your chest.

“I’m tired…” He whispered. “So tired. I love to fight and to face challenges but it’s tiring. Sometimes… I would like not to have this responsibility on me. From the moment I was born, I was already assigned a role, before I even cried for the first time, I was already the strongest, without asking for it.” You ran your fingers through his hair, trying to let him know that you were with him. “I never felt like I had a childhood, so when I entered the school and met you, Suguru and Shoko, I felt like being the strongest wasn't the important thing and that I could be me when I was around you.”

“‘Toru…” You whispered with a sad look.

“But then everything went down…” He said. “I couldn’t save everyone, I couldn’t prevent their deaths, I couldn’t…”

“Satoru, that’s not true…” You cupped his face making him look at you, his blue eyes were filled with tears. “You protected so many people and saved so many too.” With your thumb you caressed his face. “'Toru, you really are amazing, you are strong, yes, but above all that, you are a good person, full of love, who loves his students and wants the best for them.” You smiled. “But you are also human, and you need to rest and be taken care of. So please let me take care of you my love.”

Satoru didn’t say anything else, instead he laid his head on your legs and let you take care of him as you had asked him. A couple of minutes passed when you noticed how his breathing was calmer and how his eyes were completely closed and his mouth slightly open. He had fallen asleep. After carefully placing Satoru on the couch and tucking him in with a cozy blanket, you made your way to the kitchen with a purpose in mind: to prepare something special for him. Cooking had always been therapeutic for you, and in that moment, you felt it was the perfect way to show your concern and affection for him.

When the sweet aroma of the freshly baked cake filled the kitchen, you felt a wave of satisfaction and anticipation. You knew the gesture would be a pleasant surprise for Satoru, and you hoped it would bring him some joy.

Suddenly, as you focused on the oven, you felt two arms wrapping around you from behind. A warm smile spread across your face, knowing that Satoru was there with you, sharing the moment.

“You left…” He whispered.

“I wanted to make a cake for you.” You turned around to see him. “How are you feeling?” You touched his face.

“I am better.” He closed his eyes as you touched him. “You know I love you so much, right?”

“I know.” You smiled tilting your head. “And I love you too.” You kissed him.

“Thank you my love.” He kissed you back. “For understanding me the way you do and for loving me as Satoru not as Gojo Satoru, the strongest.” He smiled.

“For me, you are just my dear ‘Toru, my silly boyfriend who wants to act cool in front of his dear students, the one who loves to eat sweets and go to different places in Tokyo so he can eat all of the sweets in the world and likes to take pictures of those sweets, so then he can fill my phone with those pictures. My ‘Toru, who despite everything, always takes the responsibility, even if it’s too heavy for him, who will blame himself for things he can’t control, the one who wants to change this shitty society so the future generations can have the childhood he never had.” You smiled, getting emotional. “That’s the man I love, who loves me passionately and has never let me down.”

“Every day I am grateful for having met you and having fallen in love and continue to fall in love with you.” He hugged you, hiding his face in your neck. “Don't ever leave, please…” He whispered against your skin, before leaving a delicate kiss.

“Never…” You caress her back gently. “Oh!” You gasped when you started to smell it. “‘Toru the cake!” You stepped away from him and turned off the oven. Carefully removing it from the oven, you placed it on the counter. “It burned…” You whispered, looking at the burnt cake.

You felt Satoru approach you and place a kiss on his cheek. “Let's do another one, this time both of us together.” He smiled at you.

You nodded and kissed him, and it was at times like that where you wish you could take all of Satoru's problems, burdens and responsibilities off his shoulders, and throw them away, where they could never reach him.

#gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru fanfic #gojo satoru x oc #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoru x you #gojou satoru x reader #satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #fanfic jjk #jjk x you #jjk x reader #gojo fluff #gojo x you #satoru gojo x you

[emjiroki]

i would love to hear what country kirishima thoughts you’re having if ya wanted to share with lil ol me 🥰

YES I WILL SHARE ALL THOUGHTS WITH YOU AND YOUR LOVELY BRAIN this got soooo long omfg I could write a fic about him I might be going crazy insane

PSA: I'm literally married to a country boy who used to raise and ride horses and build fences and all that good stuff so I'm speaking from a place of loving a real country gentleman 🤭❤️

Country Kirishima! Who you meet at the Tractor supply while picking up top soil for your flower beds. He's grabbing feed for his chickens and notices you struggling to get the large bags off the high shelf. All 6'4" of him in his worn cowboy boots strides over and politely asks if you need any help before grabbing the bags easily and putting them in your cart

Country Kirishima! Who's all sun bronzed skin and smiles as he asks you what your plans are for your flower garden, giving suggests on which mulch and fertilizer to use, and the native flowers in the area that bees love. Who helps you out by loading the bags into your trunk for you with "It's no problem, who'd pass up the opportunity to help a pretty lady" when you thank him.

Country Kirishima! Who you run into again at the farmers market a few days later, smiling so big when you come up to say hi while he's buying honey. You both get into a conversation at first about how your garden is coming along and then it morphs into just talking about your lives. What he does for a living, what kinds of animals he has, him showing you funny pictures and videos of his six chickens who he calls "his ladies", the asshole goat he deals with but loves. After an hour of you two walking around the market and then finally heading to your cars you feel like you've known him your whole life.

Country Kirishima! Who as soon as you turn your car on after you bid your goodbyes is racing back to tap on your window, leaning down with a thick arm against the edge of your door to ask with red cheeks that almost match his hair if you might want to go out with him that night. Grinning so wide while you write your number on his honey receipt cause he left his phone in his truck across the lot. Sending you off with kiss to your knuckles and a "pick you up at five sweet cheeks".

Country Kirishima! Who's at your door at five on the dot, a heavy knock on your door and wild flowers gripped nervously in his hand, a soft "mama always said pretty ladies deserve pretty flowers". Who had raced home to wash his old truck and make sure there wasn't a stitch of dirt or dust anywhere after the market (he wouldn't tell you that though and also his stomach had been in nervous knots all day)

Country Kirishima! Takes you to the "best burger joint this side of the river" to quote his excitement and then to his buddy Denki's bar for beer and dancing. He's spinning you on the dance floor until your seeing double and buying beers until your face is flushed. Being the ever respectful gentleman even as you get a bit more bold, linking your arms around his neck and swaying just a bit closer to his toned body. "Easy there little lady" he murmurs in a rough tone just barely concealing the lusty feelings burning through his veins and only heightening yours, "let's get you home yeah?".

Country Kirishima! Who only had two beers and takes you home with a giant moonlit smile, helps you step from his truck and walks you to the front door, telling you he had the best time and that he wants to see you again. Tomorrow if you'd let him. You nod eagerly (maybe too eagerly once you think about it alone later) and tell him to come back for breakfast and fresh squeezed orange juice, even suggesting slyly that he stays the night with you. He just chuckles and shakes his head, "that wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me sweetheart, but I'll be back with the sunrise" tilts your head up with a calloused hand and asks if he can kiss you.

Country Kirishima! Who tastes like beer and sunshine and something that makes your heart flutter against your ribs. Oh no, you might be in love with him.

#kirishima eijiro x reader #eijiro kirishima #country boy eijiro #IM FALLING APART AND IN LOVE WITH HIM PLEASE IF ANYONE HAS MORE ADD ON!!!!!! #em writes ✍ #em talks 👄 #em x eijiro ♡

[ezziefae]

Cardan and Nicasia's Romantic Relationship Analysis Part 1?

What would of happened if Nicasia had never left Cardan for Locke? would they still had gotten married? would they had been happy together?

Do you guys know why Cardan got others to be drawn to him? or how he got to meet Valerian, and Locke? or why Cardan became an even bigger bully?

Answer: He met Nicasia.

Cardan was powerless before he met Nicasia. He didn't even have his evil friends yet, Nicasia, Locke, and Valerian. He had no love, no friends, no political influence, and no one to hold him accountable. Save for Balekin, who brought Cardan into his home, or what I'd like to call a "cage" because of the abuse, mistreatment, and bad environment. When Cardan met Nicasia he gained favor from the Undersea, he felt he got an excuse to be his worst self. If he couldn't be loved or favored then he would be feared.

"With Nicasia by his side, Cardan drew others to him, until he formed a malicious little foursome who prowled the isles of Elfhame looking for trouble" (HTKOELTHS, pg 39)

Cardan and Nicasia started out as friends but eventually fell in love and got....engaged. I mean its clear that as royalty, they automatically have a future together ruling and making heirs. Queen Orlagh hoped that they would get married and have heirs who could rule both Elfhame and the Undersea, thus consolidating their political power. Did Orlagh want this out of the goodness of her heart? nope, Orlagh's entire focus is for MORE power. Orlagh was unfortunate in that situation, as Cardan didn't pay much attention to politics. His entire focus was always on love. So let me get straight to the point.

Would Cardan have been happy with Nicasia?

(THE ANSWER IS OBVIOUS DUDE)

Answer: NOPE, ABSOLUTELY NOT.

Despite Cardan's love for Nicasia, it was evident that their romantic relationship would have been doomed from the start. There were numerous factors that pointed to this. Here's a small but very important list!!

Let's start with the most OBVIOUS reason:

1.) The Undersea + Cardan = Cardepression

In the beginning, Cardan chose to live in the Undersea and become Nicasia's consort not because he wanted political power, but because he loved Nicasia and wanted a way out of Elfhame. His family treated him with contempt, his brother was abusive and he had no power to change his situation. At the time, Nicasia was the only one who cared for him.

It was until Cardan visited the Undersea where he realized how unhappy he would have truly been.

Cardan would have been even more powerless in the Undersea. When I think of Cardan married to Nicasia and a consort to the Undersea, I imagine a caged and unhappy Cardan.

“What would a truly be like to be a consort to an Nicasia in the Undersea? He might be as inconsequential as he was an Elfhame but even more powerless and possibly even more despised. The weight of the sea seemed to press down on him. He no longer had a sense of up or down one was always suspended, fighting against a current or giving into it. There would be no lying on beds of moss, no barbed words easily spoken, no falling down from too much wine, no dancing at all. Then he spotted a glow, distant but sure. The sun. Cardan grabbed hold of Nicasia’s hand and made for it, kicking his way to the surface, gasping for air he didn't need.” (HTKOELTHS, pg 67)

Its crazy, because it was only when Nicasia took Cardan to the Undersea that he truly comprehended how terrible his future would be like.

"On their way back towards their homes, Cardan tried to tell himself that he could grow used to the Undersea, that he would learn how to survive there, to make himself consequential, to find some pleasure."(HTKOELTHS, pg 68)

Does this look like happiness to you? NOPE. The quotes speak for itself. Cardan would have been MISERABLE in the Undersea.

It's so sad because it would of been a lose-lose situation for him.

If he stayed in Elfhame he would've been unhappy (obviously before Jude), if he went to the Undersea it would've also been the same result.

What Cardan simply needed was just some friends, love and support, and I guess that for him, it was a lot to ask for. :(

2.) Jude Duarte (Pretends to be shocked)

Cardan Greenbriar was already fantasizing about Jude while he was still with Nicasia.

How The King Of Elfhame Learned To Hate Stories is filled with quotes that reveal Cardan's intense crush on Jude.

"The odd curve of her ear was what he had noticed first. A roundness echoed in her cheeks and her mouth. Then it was the way her body looked solid, as though meant to take up space and weight in the world.  When she moved, she left behind footprints in the forest floor.   It was only later that it disturbed him to think back on the shape of her boot in the soil, as though she was the only real thing in the land of ghosts. Jude, Cardan thought, hating even the shape of her name. Jude." (HTKOELTHS, pg 55)

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and get THIS, Cardan even thinks about Jude when he visits The Undersea with Nicasia.

"Not even the mortal girl could leave a footprint here without it being instantly washed away." (HTKOELTHS, pg 67)

Cardan’s thoughts go immediately to Jude when he starts thinking of the pleasures he's going to have to sacrifice when he marries Nicasia. The Princess of the Undersea physically and emotionally cheated on Cardan with Locke. Yet, here we have Cardan who couldn't help but fantasize about Jude so much. It's safe to say that their relationship was far from healthy. Cardan had been in love with jude far longer than we thought. If Cardan had gotten married to Nicasia, his mind would still drift to Jude.

3.) Cardan values love

When Cardan found Nicasia and Locke together, he was devastated, angry, and felt betrayed. It was one of Cardan's lowest moments, he almost drank himself to death as Nicasia willingly chose to be with Locke.

After Locke broke up with her, Nicasia asked Cardan for a second chance to rekindle their relationship. However, Cardan declined her offer. He straight up said "Nope"

I think at that moment we got to see that Cardan had lost romantic feelings for Nicasia.

“I want you to take me back,” she said. None of our plans need to change. Nothing between us needs to change from the way it was before. He yawned, refusing to give her the satisfaction of his surprise, those were the words that he'd hope for her to say when he’d discovered her with Locke, but now, he found he no longer wanted them. "No, I don't think so," Cardan said. (HTKOELTHS, pg 119)

The breakup was a huge blow to Cardan. Even at his lowest, Nicasia didn't check on him, apologize, or end things with Locke. Cardan craved love and care; he was deprived of it, so this was not a good move from Nicasia. He wasn’t going to let her play with his heart.

4.) Queen Orlagh

One thing I noticed in the books is how influenced Nicasia was by her mother. Orlagh would of definitely been obstacle in this relationship, not because she didn't want Cardan and Nicasia to marry, but because Orlagh had plans to harm Elfhame if things didn't go the way she wanted.

For those who need a reminder, Orlagh is a fearsome and dominant ruler. In her quest for power, she went from one undersea court to another, assassinating each monarch, so that she could become the supreme ruler of the entire sea, commanding all the sea creatures to bow down before her. If Cardan hadn't become Jude's puppet, he would have become Orlagh's puppet.

"Orlagh hopes the girl will marry one of Eldred's offspring, Prince Cardan overheard a courtier say. And then the queen will scheme to make that child the next ruler of Elfhame, so her daughter Nicasia, may rule land and sea. After which, the spouse will likely meet with an accident, put in another." (HTKOELTHS, pg 33)

Orlagh will stop at nothing. If she managed to bring down the other sea courts, she will not hesitate to go after Elfhame and even assassinate Cardan.

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Nicasia and Cardans romantic relationship would have been a disaster. There’s no denying that. But there’s also no denying the fact that Cardan and Nicasia still care about each other (it’s evident in TQON, if anyone wants, i can make another post for this)

(So sorry for the very late post, i was supposed to post this weeks ago, but life did it’s things and i had to delay it)

#jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #holly black #the folk of the air #jurdan #the stolen heir #the cruel prince #elfhame #oak greenbriar #the prisoners throne #nicasia #cardan x nicasia

[hoppipolla]

The basement scenes in Beyond Evil

Some quotes are from the Beyond Evil scriptbook translated by @/yeoyuo on Twitter. (link to the scriptbook in the comment section) The setting in Beyond Evil is always both significant and relevant: the reed field, Lee Dong Shik’s basement, Jae Yi’s butcher shop, the archives room, the Japanese restaurant, etc. These different places are highly symbolic — some more than others — and are essential to understand everything that is at stakes. 

With this post, I want to give you my analysis of Lee Dong Shik’s basement. 

The basement scenes are key moments of the drama for they mark crucial shifts, both in HJW and LDS’ relationship and in the plot itself. 

The native title of Beyond Evil translates to Monster in Korean (괴물). The very definition of ‘monster’ is quite complex and even its etymology hints at the many roles monsters can play in our society (and in History more generally). 

'Monster' probably derives from the Latin, monstrare, meaning 'to demonstrate', and monere, 'to warn'. Monsters, in essence, are demonstrative. They reveal, portend, show and make evident, often uncomfortably so. (source in comments) This last sentence encapsulates perfectly how Lee Dong Shik is seen by others; Han Joo Won acts as a reminder of such perception when he first arrives in Manyang and is convinced that LDS is the killer they’re looking for. Indeed, Lee Dong Shik is presented as someone demonstrative, whose agonising pain and temper earned him the nickname ‘nut job’ and the stares and distrust of most people in Manyang.  

Lee Dong Shik is said to be a monster because he was the prime suspect of a murder he did not commit. Because he became a person so visibly drenched in his own pain that it became difficult to look him in the eye. He then depicts himself as a monster — by interfering in Min Jung’s case — to make sure HJW will play his game and take the bait, because he desperately needs HJW to “bite him”. Because he needs his help to catch Jin Mook and to find the missing bodies. Because if everyone keeps being blinded by LDS’ seemingly craziness, then Han Joo Won needs to be the one to see beyond. He needs to see the bigger picture. 

The basement scenes play a huge part in making HJW see the bigger picture because so many elements of truth are revealed in LDS’ basement which makes me think… what if LDS’ basement was a means to rewrite Plato’s cave but in a more paradoxical way? Let me explain. 

The basement is a place of confrontation and its dimly lit interior makes it resemble a cave, somewhere underground with no real light. HJW and LDS discuss and make hypotheses in this place, so often that LDS even jokingly suggests that HJW should pay rent at this point since he’s always in LDS’ basement. 

What makes it a paradoxical rewriting of Plato’s cave is the fact that the truth is, in fact, found in LDS’ basement, on multiple occasions. However, in Plato’s cave, the cave is the place the philosopher needs to escape from to confront the real light, the sun’s light — i.e the truth — to eventually access the world of Ideas.

In Plato’s myth, the cave is a place in which chained prisoners stare at inverted shadows projected by the fire burning inside the cave and they take these shadows for reality. The fire in the cave represents the notion of culture which is to say, constructed beliefs (this is overly simplified but it’s just to give you an understanding). The people in Manyang are like those prisoners in the cave who are convinced that those shadows are what the real world looks like: they are convinced Lee Dong Shik is the cause of Manyang’s tragedy and doom despite the fact that many cases that took place in Manyang were dropped. The Manyang people believe in the evidence that is the guitar pick as fervently as the prisoners believe the shadows are the only reality that exists. Despite it not being enough to indict Lee Dong Shik, it still made him look like the killer for twenty-one years, to them at least. 

Just like the philosopher who decided to climb up and face the burning sun to get to the Truth, Lee Dong Shik is the one who sacrificed himself and ruined his life so that the truth could be established.

To come back to what makes this rewriting paradoxical, here are some truths that were discovered in LDS’ basement:

The posters of the missing people + the files of both Yu Yeon’s and Ju Seon’s cases (before LDS put them back into the archives room) → These enable LDS to carry out his own investigation.  

Min Jung’s fingers → LDS brings them to his basement before figuring out what to do with them. 

Lee Geum Hwa → LDS figures out the name of the victim of HJW’s sting operation during one of his confrontations with him which took place in his basement.

Yu Yeon’s body → LDS finds the body of his sister inside a wall in his basement.

Jung Je’s memories → Again, Jung Je’s memories come back to him during a heated conversation with LDS in his basement. 

However, LDS has to go up into the light, he has to leave the basement and his house to make the truth known. It is within hell that the truth emerges, but it is under the sun’s light that the truth needs to be revealed.

Thus it’s interesting to note that the big reveal — i.e the rain scene in ep 15 when HJW makes LDS listen to his audio recording — doesn’t take place in LDS’ basement but in his yard (outside and not underground). This emphasises the idea that, just like the bodies in Manyang, the truth needs to be dug out. 

Just like Lee Dong Shik and the philosopher before him, HJW became the one willing to sacrifice himself so that everyone could know who the real killer was: “I’ll be a monster, take Han Ki Hwan with me, and dive into hell when he’s reached the peak.”.  

#this sounded better in my head but I'm tired of rewriting it >< #I'm aware I oversimplified Plato's cave but I hope I got my point across #beyond evil #jtbc beyond evil #lee dongsik #han juwon #*enjoy my nonsense #*beyond evil analysis #my post won't show up in the tags because of the links so I'll add them in the comments

[widow-tarot]

PAC: Channeled Message From Your Person

GROUPS: 1 - 2- 3 4 - 5- 6

INSTRUCTION: Think of a specific person and choose a picture you're the most drawn to. Don't choose more than two groups. The message can be read as either platonic or romantic.

Before the big PAC: Your Next Significant Love Connection, we are gonna do a short channeled message from your person. Have fun!

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GROUP 1

QUOTES:

We have found out that blood smells only of blood.

You said I killed you. Haunt me then.

I loved my friend. They went away from me. There's nothing more to say. The poem ends, soft as it began - I loved my friend.

CHANNELED MESSAGE:

(Hanged Man, 8 of Wands Reversed, Queen of Swords Reversed, 6 of Pentacles, 6 of Cups Reversed)

Disclaimer: Two different messages come through (they are either asking if you're gonna wait for them OR they're telling you they're gonna wait for you).

Will you wait for me? Will you be here, next to me, even after all these years and after all that happened between us? Will you forgive me again? Will you care about me like before? I know I don't deserve you. I know you and I take advantage of that, just to keep you by my side, just to keep you coming back to me. It's not like I don't know and it's not like you don't know. We understand each other, we see each other for who we truly are, and maybe that's why it's so hard to let go of each other once and for all. I don't know how to tell you what I feel and I am afraid to talk to you again because you see right through me. We have a rough history; both good and bad moments seem to have similar value, yet when I notice you looking at me, all I can see is pain in your eyes.

ZODIACS:

Pisces, Libra, Scorpio, Taurus, Sagittarius.

More detailed placements: significant Neptune, Mercury in Sagittarius, Moon in Taurus, Sun in Scorpio, strong Libra influence.

SONGS:

I'm Too Broken by Beowulf, rolando

Fuck it I love you by Lana Del Rey

Stop The World I Wanna Get Off With You by Arctic Monkeys

GROUP 2

QUOTES:

I still forget we're not even friends. I still wake up with things to tell you.

I think you know how to love better than any of us and that's why you find it all so painful.

I want to meet you in every place I ever loved.

CHANNELED MESSAGE:

(Queen of Swords, King of Cups Reversed, The Lovers Reversed, Death Reversed, 9 of Wands Reversed)

I'm out of my mind when I'm with you, I feel like I'm going crazy. We have natural chemistry but it's not healthy. I feel like I'm just going in circles with you, making the same mistakes over and over again, having the same conversation just with different details, arguing over the same things. I'm stuck and I don't know what to do. I can't let you go but I can't keep you. I don't have enough strength to fight for this anymore, I'm tired of the cycle we find ourselves in. I need to walk away from this connection. I need to walk away from you. Please don't resent me for it, please don't ask me to stay. It's difficult enough.

ZODIACS:

Libra, Gemini, Pisces, Scorpio, Sagittarius.

More detailed placements: significant Libra/Gemini/Pisces/Scorpio placements, Moon in Sagittarius.

SONGS:

Pray by Beowulf

Summertime Sadness by Lana Del Rey

Star Treatment by Arctic Monkeys

GROUP 3

QUOTES:

I have belonged to you in a way you haven't to me.

She kissed me or maybe I kissed her. We didn't want it to end so we made it forever. I woke up and it felt like I had dreamed her up.

I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

I don't know where to put it. All this love I have for her.

CHANNELED MESSAGE:

(The Devil, 3 of Cups Reversed, 4 of Pentacles Reversed, Ace of Pentacles, Ace of Wands Reversed).

Disclaimer: Two messages come through.

It's almost unreal what we have, sometimes it feels like a fairy tale. I don't believe in magic or soulmates but this gives me hope that there is something out there that brings people together. I have a slight obsession with you and I know it's toxic to keep you with me at all times. I will give you everything you want; new clothes, a new house, gifts. I want you to feel loved and I want to know there is no one before me. You are the only one in my life.

OR

I don't feel attracted to you anymore and I know that is not a good excuse for cheating. Maybe I'm just someone who can't be with one person because then I get bored and look for alternatives. Maybe I shouldn't have committed to this connection with you and to be honest, I'm not sure if I ever should commit again. I'm a wanderer, a traveler. Everywhere I go, I want to leave my mark. I don't want to lose you but I can't promise you that you'll be the only one in my life.

ZODIAC:

Capricorn x2, Cancer, Earth/Fire Placements, strong Capricorn vibes.

More detailed placements: Mercury in Cancer, Sun in Capricorn, strong Capricorn influence.

SONGS:

Falling Again (Low & Slow Version) by Beowulf, Koji, Oliver Lucas

How to disappear by Lana Del Rey

Old Yellow Bricks by Arctic Monkeys

GROUP 4

QUOTES:

He sang as if he knew me in all my dark despair.

I knew from the moment I met you I'd spent a lifetime missing you.

I beg of you. Understand me. Guess what I can no longer tell you. Sense my thoughts, comprehend them and me.

CHANNELED MESSAGE:

(3 of Wands, 3 of Pentacles, The Sun, Judgement, Ace of Pentacles Reversed)

I'm not sure what you see in me. I'm not someone who has lots to offer when it comes to possessions and finances and I know your parents/friends don't see me in a positive light. But I'm so glad you chose me to be in your life. I'm so happy with you and I hope you're happy with me as well. We can build and create so much together! We are like a power duo, we work so well together and we understand each other greatly. We are both dreamers but we know how to make our fantasies come true! We have different skills but they complement each other so well! I'm glad we found each other. I hope we will never have to be separated.

ZODIAC:

Leo, Earth placements, Scorpio, Aries, Capricorn.

More detailed placements: Sun in Aries, Mars in Capricorn, significant Sun/Pluto influence, strong earth influence.

SONGS:

Morning Coffee by Beowulf

The greatest by Lana Del Rey

R U Mine? by Arctic Monkeys

GROUP 5

QUOTES:

Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn't it?

You said I killed you. Haunt me then.

I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound like the snapping of a flower's stem.

CHANNELED MESSAGE:

(7 of Swords, 5 of Cups Reversed, Knight of Wands, 5 of Wands Reversed, 6 of Swords Reversed)

I never wanted to hurt you and I never wanted to fight with you. Everything happened so fast. I lost sight of what was important and followed the wrong path. I chose others over you, I put a knife in your back and as a result, I received short-lived fun. Was it worth it? No. I absolutely regret everything that I've done but I don't know how to get back to you. Will you forgive me? I think the pain is too great to ever forget what happened, but maybe there is a chance to let me back into your life, to give me one last chance.

ZODIAC:

Leo x2, Scorpio, Aquarius x2.

More detailed placements: Mercury/Moon in Aquarius, Saturn in Leo, Mars in Scorpio, significant/influential Leo placements.

SONGS:

You Better Catch The Train by Madson, Beowulf

Norman fucking Rockwell by Lana Del Rey

When The Sun Goes Down by Arctic Monkeys

GROUP 6

QUOTES:

I'm not beautiful but I could be.

I don't know where to put it. All this love I have for her.

We pretend we don't notice how far we've drifted apart.

CHANNELED MESSAGE:

(7 of Swords Reversed, 10 of Cups, 4 of Swords Reversed, 5 of Wands Reversed, Justice)

I'm not going anywhere. No matter what you say or what will happen between us, I'm going to remain by your side. You are the only person I could truly be happy around and you make me want to keep living. I'm not giving up on our connection, no matter if there are good or bad times. I'm with you through thick and thin; I know you will stay with me too. I think this is something we repeat from our past life - we are meant to stay in each other's life. This is our karma and our blessing. We can never be truly apart.

ZODIAC:

Pisces, Libra, Aquarius x2, Aries.

More detailed placements: influential/significant Libra placements, Moon in Aquarius, Mars in Pisces, Venus in Aquarius, Venus in Aries.

SONGS:

today is a gift by Beowulf

Get Free by Lana Del Rey

Arabella by Arctic Monkeys

#pick a card reading #pac #pac reading #pick a pile #pick a pile reading #free tarot reading #tarot #tarot community #tarot reading #intuitive readings #tarotblr #witchblr #divination #divination community #divination reading #free divination reading #channeled message #tarot reader #shufflemancy

[bettsfic]

Betts,

Would you be comfortable in showing us what your messy first drafts look like? Not for a whole story but maybe an excerpt and noting how it changed in revisions. I’ve been looking for first drafts by writers and either found they look almost identical to finish printed version or I can’t find them at all.

i can show you what a messy first draft looks like but i don't think it'll be very illuminating. for me, the down draft is mostly about developmental work. i'll write ten scenes and the final draft will be chunks from six of them. so on a small scale it looks like i don't do much editing, but big picture i write over twice as much as i end up keeping, and what i keep has usually been completely rewritten. so if i do a side by side comparison of a scene, what you're not seeing is the stuff that didn't make the cut, or all the ways i wrote in the wrong direction for a long time, or the hours of research i had to do for a single detail (an example of which you'll see below).

i wrote an issue of my newsletter about my drafting process, so that might be more helpful. i also answered an ask recently about ways to develop a scene if you're stuck.

unfortunately i don't have the brainwidth to do all the research here, but the new yorker published an early draft of raymond carver's "what we talk about when we talk about love" which as originally called "beginners," and somewhere there's a detailed comparison of the two and the changes his editor, gordon lish, made.

but! you asked to see a draft comparison. so here's a draft comparison.

so this got a little crazy and i ended up making a gdoc for scene 2 so you could see them together. see link at the bottom. conclusion: comparing drafts is very hard and i don't think this probably helps at all but i tried.

"final" draft

these are the first two scenes of a short story i wrote called The Group W Bench. we begin in 1970 and then move into present day-ish. i've bolded the small things that were actually big things, and i'll explain why they were big things at the end.

"final" is in quotes because there is a different final draft of this story that goes in a completely different book.

scene 1: past

They didn’t hand out 4-Fs in St. Louis. Supposedly it was the worst draft office in the country. I didn’t know anyone who’d gotten out of it, but in my hometown they didn’t seem to want to. Most everyone was proud and eager to get shipped off.

My number was 66 and it’d been pulled just after I turned nineteen. On the bus to the induction center, I tried to come up with a plan. My only options seemed to be mutilating myself or flat-out running. I was too much of a coward for the former and I couldn’t wrap my head around the latter. There were only a dozen of us on the bus and I had my whole seat to myself. Out the window, cornfields blurred past; it was August and the stalks were head-high. I tried to imagine myself out in the jungle holding an M16, but I couldn’t. I’d graduated high school with a C-average, only kissed one girl one time, was raised by parents who’d had no parents of their own. My mother grew up in an orphanage. My father rode the rails. They fucked up my brother Tommy, did a little better with Wyatt, but by the time I came along, they’d given up. Sometimes I felt feral, raised by wolves.

Across the aisle, a guy was playing the harmonica. He had shaggy black hair and stubble around his jaw, big nose bent at the bridge. He caught me staring at him and I looked away quickly. He crossed the aisle and sat beside me. 

“You look like you don’t want to be here,” he said.

He didn’t sound like he was from Missouri. He sounded like an actor on TV, all hard Rs and round vowels. I didn’t respond to him. For all I knew he was a plant, some kind of spy trained to sniff out potential defectors.

He ran his thumb over the shiny surface of the harmonica. The movement reflected the sun into my eyes. “Buddy of mine got his arm blown off.”

“My brother died,” I told him. I’d been the one to answer the door that day. I was only sixteen and the boy who delivered the telegram couldn’t have been much older. He handed it over, touched the brim of his hat, and said, “I’m sorry for your loss.”

There were no remains. Nothing to bury. Just a bit of yellow cardstock telling me Tommy was dead.

“Sorry to hear that, man.” He held out his hand. “Jack Ward.”

I shook it. “Birdie Mills.”

Jack smiled, a deep dimple carved into each cheek. “Hell of a name, Birdie Mills. Where you from?”

“Here. Couple hours north.”

“California. Riverside.”

“What’re you doing here?”

“Just got out of film school. Can’t get student deferment anymore. So I started bouncing around, you know, changing my address. They finally pinned me down.”

I hadn’t thought of that, transferring draft centers, delaying as long as possible hoping the war would finally end. It was a relief to meet someone as reluctant to go as I was. I felt crazy sometimes, surrounded by men who wanted nothing more than to die for their country. I couldn’t imagine loving anything so much I’d be willing to give my life for it.

“You have a plan?” I asked.

“Nope.” We turned into the induction center lot. “I’m gonna wing it.”

early draft

according to my document, i wrote this on november 8, 2022, so almost exactly a year ago. at that time, this was one chapter of a novel that had alternating POVs in third person. i had about 90k of this novel written. which turned into a short story. which turned into a different novel.

scene 1

Birdie’s number was 257 and it was pulled shortly after he turned nineteen. His draft office was in St. Louis, notoriously one of the worst in the country. There were no 4-Fs in St. Louis. He didn’t know a single man who’d gotten out of it, but then again, they didn’t want to. Most everyone in his town was eager and proud to get shipped off. 

On the bus to the induction center, he tried to come up with a plan, but nothing came to him. Out the window, cornfields blurred past; it was August and the stalks were head-high. He tried to imagine himself out in the jungle holding an M16, but he was just a coward from Missouri who graduated high school with a C-average, who had only kissed one girl one time, who was raised by parents who’d had no parents of their own. His mother grew up in an orphanage. His father rode the rails. They fucked up Tommy, did a little better with Wyatt, but by the time Birdie came along, they’d given up. Sometimes he felt feral, raised by wolves.

Across the aisle, a guy was playing the harmonica. Birdie couldn’t pull his eyes away from him. He had shaggy black hair and stubble around his jaw, big nose bent at the bridge. He caught Birdie staring at him and kept his gaze, some recognition in his eyes, and a moment later he was slotting the harmonica into his jacket pocket and coming to sit next to Birdie.

“You look like you don’t want to be here,” the guy said.

Birdie didn’t say anything. For all he knew, the man could be some kind of spy trying to sniff out defectors. 

“Buddy of mine got his arm shot off.”

“My brother died,” Birdie admitted.

“Sorry to hear that, man.” He held out his hand. “Jack Ward.”

Birdie shook it. “Birdie Mills.”

Jack smiled, a deep dimple carved into each cheek. “Quite a name, Birdie Mills. Where you from?”

“Here,” Birdie said. “Couple hours north.”

“California. Riverside,” Jack offered. 

“What are you doing here?”

“Just got out of film school. Can’t get student deferment anymore. So I started bouncing around, you know, changing my address. They finally pinned me down.”

Birdie hadn’t thought of that, transferring draft centers, delaying as long as possible hoping the war would finally end. It was a relief to meet someone as reluctant to go as he was. He felt crazy sometimes, surrounded by men who wanted nothing more than to die for their country. 

“You have a plan?” Birdie asked.

“Nope,” Jack said, pulling his harmonica back out. They were turning into the induction center lot. ��I’m gonna wing it.”

changes and why i made them

lotto number 257 was pulled in 1970 but only numbers under 125 were drafted. it took an entire afternoon to figure out how the selective service lotto even worked.

turning this into a short story, the sentence "They didn’t hand out 4-Fs in St. Louis" was a stronger opening.

as a chapter in a book, at this point the reader is familiar with birdie and knows him only as a scoundrel-type character seen from the perspective of his son who despises him, and his daughter who reveres him. so in the old version, it was satisfying (or intended to be) to get to his POV and see him from his own perspective. as a short story, i tried to organize the opening in such a way that you get grounded pretty quickly and see birdie as a scared kid before you get to the scoundrel days (see below).

the brief "my brother died" flashback was the first part i wrote in his POV, and that was back when the structure of the narrative was a series of short, titled vignettes. so on one hand i was glad i got to keep it but sad i had to shoehorn it into a different scene instead of allowing it to open the piece.

the novel was written in third person but when i tackled it as a short story i decided to change it to first person because i like first person better, and birdie is a very fun narrator.

the "I couldn't imagine..." sentence was added in the short story version because in the present timeline, birdie's about to get shot to save his daughter while they're robbing a bank together. so in one sentence, i managed to condense an arc that before took a VERY long time to establish.

this got kind of out of hand. i tried to do the same thing with scene 2 but it was hard in the text window so i did it side by side in a google document. if you want, you can add comments asking why i did certain things and i'll answer you there. i'm sure i missed stuff.

sorry if this isn't helpful!

#writing advice #bk #rabbit's blood #revision

[melon-mastermind]

Kafka and Trailblazer

I think as the game progresses, more and more people need to realize that Trailblazer and Kafka are not really written as a mother and her child. I can understand the confusion, seeing as I used to feel this way too, but some of you must not have finished the companion mission “Letter from a Strange Woman,” or misinterpreted it.

Since photos seem to grab people's attention the most, this is a photo that Kafka can send to Trailblazer in order to confirm that it is her who is messaging them.

The main focus of this image is what you think it is. You aren't being gross for noticing it. It's literally the focus of this image. You see only a fraction of Kafka's face, but can see everything underneath it. This is not something that a parental figure would—or should—send you. The act of sending images like this is not viewed as platonic.

Secondly, a common misconception is that Trailblazer is made of Kafka's DNA due to what she says in Truth and Lies, but this has been confirmed to be the lie. The truth is this:

"One day, Elio handed you over to me. He said that if things continued to transpire according to the future possibility he foresaw, you would eventually change me and I would change you.

In other words, you and I are each other's destiny.”

The phrasing of Kafka's last line isn't quite platonic either. If you think of the phrase by itself, and not in relation to Kafka and Trailblazer, you'll likely think of a couple more than a parental figure and their child—adoptive or not. There's so many romantic quotes out there that have something to do with destiny, and although destiny can be viewed platonically, as in you are destined to befriend someone, that doesn't seem fitting for Kafka and Trailblazer's relationship.

Additionally, after fighting Yanqing, Blade will come to thank Trailblazer, mentioning their old relationship with Kafka.

“You once followed Kafka, didn't you? There was a time when she was on a mission — you were next to her. I remember.”

In order for Trailblazer to have been on a mission with Kafka, Kafka would have to see them as an equal, or at least trust Trailblazer not to get hurt, even when she did her best to keep them alive. This trust can be hard to obtain in parent-child relationships, since it's typically a parental instinct to make your child avoid danger in the first place. For Blade to be involved, it was obviously a bigger mission too.

Since Trailblazer's memories would be erased, I don't think it's crazy to believe that Kafka really did just want to spend time with them in some way.

Later, in “Luofu Myths: Haunted House,” Trailblazer will encounter a wanted poster of Kafka in a seemingly haunted house. One of their first thoughts can be that she is beautiful, to which the narrator will confirm, but say that now is not the time to be saying such things. Immediately pointing out someone's beauty doesn't feel platonic, not when Trailblazer knows who Kafka is, and not when Trailblazer has been known to flirt with other characters through such compliments.

Things can be seen a lot earlier too, like in "Stars Sun, Prescience Sprung,” where Trailblazer finishes finding clues. When March 7th voices that Kafka is probably loving the chase, Trailblazer can say that she sure is a Stellaron Hunter, to which March 7th will reply:

“Ugh, why don't you go and marry her, huh?”

Even if March 7th doesn't know the relationship that Trailblazer and Kafka share, it would be in really poor taste to include this line if their relationship was that of a parent and a child.

Now, I personally don't ship Kafka and Trailblazer, but I really don't want people to be so surprised if Kafka and Trailblazer's relationship gears towards something romantic. They have to change each other, and it seems like the threat of losing Trailblazer will be what let's Kafka finally feel fear.

If you acknowledged my previous points but still want Trailblazer to have a mother figure, Himeko is right there, and she's amazing. You'll probably get the angst you crave too, if you know anything about the previous games.

#trailblazer #stelle #caelus #hsr kafka #honkai star rail #vee's notebook

[small-screen-superman]

Superman Ideas That “Stuck” (and Should They Be Unstuck?), Part 1: Powerless on Krypton

This post is also on my independent blog, Small Screen Superman - go there for an even better experience!

A lot of things about Superman and his world change over the years and across media, but some things rarely if ever change, even if they weren’t that way from the beginning. That’s to be expected, especially with things from very early on, such as Superman’s powers.

While it’s nice to have a certain amount of consistency, I actually consider it a positive of the Superman franchise that it has such a wide variety of different interpretations. So sometimes it feels like a bit of a shame if certain ideas end up being used everywhere, especially if I think there’s potential to the way things were before that idea was created.

In this series, I’m going to discuss aspects of Superman canon that have been implemented widely since their introduction and potential advantages of not sticking to them all the time. First up:

Kryptonians have no powers in their native environment

This is a very old idea, likely the oldest idea I will discuss in this series – you have to go back to the Golden Age to escape it. It has a clear purpose: make it easy to make sure almost all Kryptonians died when Krypton exploded. Superman wasn’t nearly as strong or invincible when he was first created, so it used to be easy to believe that all his people would’ve been wiped out by their whole planet exploding, but as his powers grew more and more through the years, this idea became “necessary”.

Of course, I put “necessary” in quotes because it’s not like this idea is absolutely necessary. I certainly don’t blame them for going with this all those decades ago – it’s a simple and easy solution. It also has the advantage of making Krypton simpler and easier to write and conceptualize for in general. A world full of extremely superpowered people sounds pretty crazy. Could random citizens destroy the planet or conquer other planets if they wanted to?

So it makes sense this idea has survived so long and been implemented into almost every Superman continuity. In and of itself, though, I’d say there’s nothing really logical or interesting about it. It’s pretty unbelievable that a species would evolve to be able to do such amazing, incredible things that they’d never be able to do in their native environment. OK, a lot of things in Superman are unbelievable, but usually in a way that makes stories more interesting. This idea, if anything, does the opposite. A world of supermen sounds like it could be very interesting to me.

I don’t think you’d have to worry too much about random Kryptonian citizens causing destruction as long as you established that the technology of Kryptonian society could prevent this. For example, you could have important objects and structures be invincible themselves, and make there be a forcefield around the planet that can only be passed under special circumstances.

Of course, you do need to solve the central problem of why almost all Kryptonians were killed by their planet exploding, but there are other possible solutions. For example, you could make Kryptonians have powers in a red sun, but be less powerful than they are in a yellow sun. The powers of Kryptonians under a red sun could be at the level of early Golden Age Superman, or even early Post-Crisis Superman. This solution would also be rather logical: the idea that Kryptonians would evolve to be able to absorb yellow sunlight (which they would never normally be exposed to) and get powers from it is strange, but the idea that they evolved to be able to absorb red sunlight and get powers from it, and they could get even more powers from a young and vibrant yellow sun, makes more sense.

Another thing you could do with this idea is make it so Kryptonians have superpowers in a red sun, but Superman doesn’t. Superman’s body could be so adjusted to the overabundance of energy from Earth’s yellow sun that red sun just can’t empower him the same way. Something a bit like this was actually established in an alternate universe miniseries called Superman: Space Age. It didn’t have Kryptonians be powered on Krypton, but it does establish that Superman has a weakness to the red sun that other Kryptonians don’t have due to being away from it for so long.

Another idea I’ve had is that maybe instead of pieces of Krypton becoming radioactive after its destruction to become Kryptonite, this could happen before and be a part of the destruction process, poisoning all the inhabitants of Krypton.

Should it unstick?

Overall, it’s not surprising this idea has stuck around, but it’s an idea that I think mostly exists for convenience or simplicity as opposed to because it adds interesting storytelling possibilities. And I personally see a great appeal to Kryptonians being inherently super, and the simplicity and logic of this idea. But ironically, reintroducing this idea might be confusing to people since it hasn’t been seen for a very long time. And I admit that it simply can’t be as simple as it could be back in the early Golden Age since you still need some explanation for why there are so few survivors of Krypton’s destruction.

However, for me personally, it would be so cool to see a version of Kryptonian society where everyone has Superman’s powers. Very little time and attention was spent on Krypton in the early Golden Age, so we never got the chance to explore a planet of supermen in detail.

Other than potentially being confusing due to it not being the case for such a long time, the only other major disadvantage I can think of is Superman losing his weakness to red sunlight, and I already explained how this could be kept. Admittedly, this adds another thing that needs to be explained and thus more potential for confusion. Personally, I wouldn’t consider it a deal breaker if they eliminated Clark’s weakness to red sunlight altogether, but it would be at least a little limiting to storytelling.

All this being said, I admit that I’m pretty unique for even caring about this at all, and even I will concede it’s not exactly a big deal. But I feel like a Krypton with powered inhabitants at least deserves a try in some form of media.

Will it unstick?

All things considered, Kryptonians will probably always be unpowered on Krypton in mainstream comic canon, and the same can probably be said for live action films and other high profile media. But spinoff media is more flexible, so I can see the idea of powered Kryptonians on Krypton being explored there. In the My Adventures with Superman show (which has already made some big changes from Superman tradition), there is a scene where Clark is shown a hologram of Krypton and it features a yellow sun turning red (seemingly because of something artificial). If this means what I think it means, Krypton used to have a yellow sun until it was artificially and recently turned red, and therefore Kryptonians had powers on their native world until recently. But we probably won’t know any details until Season 2 comes out.

Another possibility is that it might be used by non-DC entities when Superman enters the public domain, particularly because when this happens, people will be drawing on the earliest Superman media. I’m unsure if simple concepts such as Kryptonians not having powers on Krypton are able to be copyrighted, but if they are, non-DC entities won’t legally be able to use it, and thus will have no choice but to bring back how things originally were.

Conclusion

I’ll admit that Kryptonians having or not having powers on their home planet is pretty insignificant in the grand scheme of things, even by Superman lore standards. After all, the planet gets destroyed when our hero is a baby. But I’m the kind of person who enjoys when aliens are significantly different from humans biologically, and with Kryptonians being so human-like in most ways, it seems a shame they don’t even get their superpowers (their only major difference from us) while on their home planet. We’ll just have to see if My Adventures of Superman, or any other Superman spinoff, decides to play with this idea.

#superman #clark kent #dc comics #my writing #my adventures with superman #superman space age #Youtube

[caitie-likes-talking]

Jonathan headcanons bc I’m so mentally ill abt him

appearance headcanons

freckle Jonathan is SO real to me. his face is covered with them and he only gets more every time he’s in the sun

he’s the guy who’s hair is crazy curly as a kid but once he goes through puberty it’s suddenly super straight

he looks way more like his mom than his dad

i hc that after the mansion fight w dio he has actually remaining burns (idc if that doesnt comply w canon!! i do what i want!!)

tan Jonathan REAL! my out in the sun king

relationship headcanons

While I do think he’s an “every single love language ever” kinda guy, I think his main one is words of affirmation. Definitely can’t go a day without gushing abt how much he loves Erina and Speedwagon (also jonerinawagon polycule real)

speaking of which, bisexual jonathan is extremely real 2 me.

he loves doing any boring task for someone he cares about. folding laundry for erina is basically heaven for him

he proposed to erina by the tree w their initials carved into it bc i said so

uses horrible archaeologist pick up lines on his baes (for ex: hey babe, are you an ancient artifact? bc i wanna date you!)

just overall horrible at flirting when he's actually trying to be flirtatious. endearingly cringe, if u will

stresses out every time erina is on her period. she's getting princess treatment and it slightly pisses her off bc she's capable of still doing things but jonathan insists on her staying in bed all week

modern au headcanons

he's the kind of person who's just naturally decent at most things, so even when he's never played a game, he'll end in 2nd or 1st place. for example: bowling, minigolf, darts, and pool. he's comically bad at twister tho

he LOVES movies and once he watches a new one he's quoting it every two seconds and is just a little too upset if they other person doesn't recognize it

I interpret him as autistic (I’ve made a whole video abt his autistic traits in canon lmfaoo)

a real sweater and bomber jacket kinda guy. he has fun funky sweaters w silly patterns on them for sure

collects shoes. idk he just seems like the guy who has so many pairs of shoes for absolutely no reason. he's got every color of the rainbow in his shoe bin

volunteers at a museum part time. great w the kids and loves infodumping to these like middle-schoolers about some artifact.

horrible at reading tone over text. has misinterpreted lots of passive aggressive texts from erina as positive. (she has since learned to either use tone tags or the angry emoji to make her point more clear. the emoji is more effective every time)

has smoked weed before and every time he does its obvious that hes high as balls but he always thinks hes being sneaky abt it

cheated off of erina in high school to pass some classes. its his darkest secret and if anyone ever finds out he will like explode on the spot

also was super popular in high school but didn't realize, as he was too used to being a loser (12yr jonathan is a friendless loser no matter the universe)

im so insane i love him

#jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #jonathan joestar #headcanon #im insane #headcanon dump #hcs #modern au #alternate universe #canon hcs #also hes a cat guy i think #bisexual jonathan joestar #bisexual #lgbtq #silly

[nohoperadio]

[this is responding to @wellmetmat's reblog of my aesthetic self-modifications post, I'm only quoting them in part so you should click and check out the whole thing if you wanna keep up. Replying like this to keep the thread from getting crazy long!]

Tattoos: I like the idea a lot. I like face/body-painting even more: not make-up, mostly, and not usually henna (blobby, a stain rather than a paint, almost a normal skin colour but a bit off, not glorious at all); but war-paint and costumes and body glitter under blacklights - gorgeous - and the tradition of children's face-painting at fairs, and getting, too rarely, to draw on people with coloured zinc cream by way of sun protection, and smearing my face and limbs with ochreous clay or ashes from a campfire, something I have a strangely recurrent urge to do and feel modern urban life is rather impoverished for lack of. I liked Darth Maul's appearance. I think most people look better in eyeliner, and would look even better again with their faces transformed into unearthly blue-black masks of woad and ashes, at least on special occasions.

This is cool there's lots of examples I wouldn't have thought to think about here! I'm gonna try to extract some takeaways about what the things you mentioned might bring to the table in contrast to tattoos and makeup, although I have little to no hands-on experience with most of it so tell me if this doesn't ring true:

I get the impression that the tactile element is important in several of these, as much as the visual element? Especially with "smearing my face and limbs with ochreous clay or ashes from a campfire" which feels like a very sensuously-motivated description, but possibly this is in play with the body-paint and war-paint too? I like this idea because it implies that the goal is a transformation where you can feel yourself changed, it's a more first-person kind of change than either makeup or tattoos where all the emphasis is on the visual effect, and therefore (perhaps?) implicitly on what other people perceive. You actively want to feel these things on your skin and feel how your body's different.

Is there an element of democracy that's important here? Tattoos/makeup are both things where there are high ceilings one can exploit both in terms of how much money you're willing to invest and how much skill you have available (with tattoos the skill part is outsourced to someone else, but still). Whereas with a lot of things on your list the materials are simple and relatively inexpensive, and the desired effect isn't particularly intricate or subtle and most people can achieve it for themselves untrained (I think!). This doesn't necessarily apply to face/body paint but I feel like it does to a lot of the other things.

There's also a quasi-ritual social aspect to some of these which I guess is somewhat connected to the previous point, I like that you've introduced the experience of being the "artist" of other people's modifications into the conversation, it's a nice contrast to my very I-centric post.

Despite that, I don't have any [tattoos]. Partly because of pain and needles (significant deterrents! I'm not brave), partly because as of last year I have a skin condition which can be pretty wretched and the thought of voluntarily seeking more skin misery for any reason at all is offputting (and I have a lot of little scars and discoloured patches from it now, and they look distressingly messy, and the addition of tattoos would probably increase the general look of shabbiness and disorder); and in the main because I'm very indecisive and slow to commit to anything.

Very reasonable to not want to put your skin through another ordeal when it's already been through a lot! I do think tattoos that incorporate scars and such as a basis for the design are one of the coolest uses for the technology, although I guess you mostly only hear about people who were lucky enough to get the kind of scar that sets up something good. (I mean "lucky" is obviously a wrong and borderline callous word but you know what I mean!)

I don't think I mentioned "reluctant to commit" in my bit about tattoos but yeah definitely a thought I always have when I think about tattoos is "how could I possibly know whether, ten years from now, I'll still be the kind of person who thinks this is a good idea?" I guess the positive spin to put on this is that I put a lot of value on leaving room to change one's mind and change one's feelings about everything, which I do genuinely think is a virtue. The negative/depressive spin on it is that at any given point in my life I've always felt like I have a lot of personal growth still to do before I'll be somebody I'm actually happy being, kind of as if my current identity is a provisional one that I hope will at some point be replaced with something better and more solid, and so making what's basically a small lifelong commitment while I'm still inhabiting the "provisional" self feels reckless. (Damn sorry wasn't expecting this paragraph to take that turn! I should clarify I'm doing pretty alright for the most part, my full-on depression days are long behind me now.)

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All of your tattoo ideas sound awesome to me! The dandelion is particularly compelling, I like the idea of a tattoo that's expansive enough across the body that you can't necessarily easily see all of it at once, and it's a good example of a design that really uses the medium well, you couldn't get anything like the same impact with an ink drawing on paper.

I hadn't heard of a winter count, it's a very beautiful idea, I feel like I would stress too much about my years not containing enough significant events to come up with a summarizing icon though!

I don't think I need to tell you how much I approve of the pigeon.

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Hey thanks for sharing this was fun! Fwiw chatter will always be welcome, I'd like to increase the amount of chattiness in my tumblr use in general, but more to the point I've always enjoyed your ( )-shaped thoughts whenever you've shared them so always feel free please!

#touched to learn that our hands have similar personalities also #the devil's policies to reverse unemployment disproportionately target certain idle hands it seems #wellmetmat #replies

[fandoms-rants]

Andrew Minyard, Neil Josten & Andriel Quotes Part 1:

(Quotes that remind me of (and/or I think they would say in canon or fanfics which I hope someone will write) Andrew, Neil or both of them and/or therir relationship)

Draw weapon, draw blood. (Andrew)

Aim at nothing you’re not willing to destroy. ((Andrew)

If your opponent believes they have the upper hand, break it. (Andrew)

“Si vis pacem, para bellum” (If you want peace, prepare for war.) (Andriel)

“Right and wrong are justifications people invent to assuage their guilt, Reap what you sow or burn the field down; those are your only choices.” (Andrew)

"Fair is a complexion or a carnival—not a right." (Andriel)

"Young blood, heaven need a sinner/ You can't raise hell with a saint" (Andriel)

“I am not meant for casual. I was born for soul crushing devotion.” (Andriel)

I cannot make speeches Emma. If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.” (Andrew to Neil)

''I would recognise you in total darkness, were you mute and I deaf. I would recognise you in another lifetime entirely, in different bodies, different times. And I would love you in all of this, until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion.” (Andriel)

“You are my weakness, losing you is my greatest fear, your love is my most treasured possession.” (Andriel)

 “He was sunshine; I was midnight rain.” (Neil about Andrew)

"Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red." (Andriel)

“He never spoke about love, he gave it.” (Neil about Andrew to the Foxes and everyone else who doubts Andriel)

“I do a thing called what I want.” (Andrew)

“You treat me wonderfully and you keep your promises.” (Neil to Andrew **and Andrew to Neil**)

“Lady don’t do that, I’m crazy as hell; I have 27 people living in my head and every one of them was getting ready to beat the hell outta you .” (Neil to the general Populace, especially reporters post-canon)

"I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other." (Andrew)

“The three things that cannot be hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.” (Andrew)

“To be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: both shelter and warning at once.” (Andriel)

"Love is a power, but it does not save your soul. You do. So let's give her a love worth dying for, worth fighting for and lying for and repenting. Let's give her a love worth living for, and let's make it herself." (Andrew)

‘I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.' (Andrew to Neil)

“I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.” (Neil to Andrew)

“He was a righteous man. Heaven had blessed him with a clarity of vision in matters of good and evil. His judgement was absolute. His compassion was without boundaries, his mercy was divine mercy, and his anger was the wrath of God.” (Andrew)

Don’t ever mistake my silence for ignorance, my calmness for acceptance, or my kindness for weakness. (Andriel)

“Sometimes you have to play the role of the fool to fool the fool who thinks they are fooling you.” (Neil)

“No one ever said that the just were nice.” (Andrew)

“I feel like a part of my soul has loved you
since the beginning of everything. Maybe we’re from the same star.” (Andriel)

“Devotion is absolute. Love is eternal.” (Andriel)

“I didn't fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we'd choose anyway. And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.” (Andriel)

“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.” (Andrew about Neil)

“So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and... What I'm trying to say, Tristan is... I think I love you. Is this love, Tristan? I never imagined I'd know it for myself. My heart... It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it's trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I'd wish for nothing in exchange — no gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine.” (Neil to Andrew)

“My heart made its choice, and it chose you.” (Andriel)

*WARNING: About copyright, Quotes come from various places(ie. FanFiction, Tv, Movies, Music, Pinterest) so use in your own fanfic stories at your own.. I can’t think of the word but you know what I mean.*

**EDIT: After some thought I realized that Neil is the only who who seems to understand what the deals and promises Andrew makes means to him and how close and true Andrew holds himself and others to it. Neil is the only one who keeps his promises to Andrew and I don’t imagine that changing post-canon.**

#aftg #andrew minyard #neil josten #andreil #quotes #my post

[jaesqueso]

member: jaemin

genre: fluff

movie quote: “I mean, it's sort of exciting, isn't it, breaking the rules?” Harry Potter and the Order of the Fenix, 2007

wordcount: 901

warnings: slightly mention of bullying

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“Come with me.” Jaemin whispers in your ear as he takes your hand.

“What? Where?” You ask letting him pull you out of the cafeteria. “We have class right now.”

“Mr Suh is not in today, I heard someone say he’s sick.” His smile spreads wide while he walks you through the already empty hall as everybody went to their classes already.

“Are you sure?” Looking around you feel nervousness take over you. “What if they were lying?”

“They weren’t, I checked with T.” He tries to reassure you.

“T? As in Taeyong? The janitor?” Pulling him to a stop you raise a brow.

“Yes, he’s a safe source.” Looking deep into your eyes, his smile still lingers making you sigh.

“When did you become such good friends?” You raise a brow.

“He’s a nice guy.” Jaemin shrugs. “Now come on!”

“But were are we going?” You let yourself get dragged again towards the stairs.

“You’ll see.” Looking back with a wink he doesn’t say more.

Never having skipped a class in your life you really don’t want this to be the first time so you hope Mr Suh is really sick. Not that you wish him harm, he’s actually one of your favorite teachers, but right now you really want to know where Jaemin is taking you.

You two have known each other since you were little as you’d be lying if you said you haven’t been crushing on him since then. Jaemin is just a weird ball of energy that contrasts with your shy nerdy self but you just work so well. You wish he knew how much you like him, spending time with him, talking to him, literally doing anything with him but you’re too shy to ever admit it and he’s too oblivious to see it.

Climbing up the stairs, his hand still holding yours has your heart beat like crazy. He’s not one to shy away from physical touch but if only he knew how much that makes you nervous. As you pass the last floor in school you tilt your head wondering why he’s still climbing, the only door left is the roof.

“Jaemin, what are you doing? We can’t be here!” You try to keep your voice low, afraid somebody will hear you and you’ll get scolded or even suspended.

“Nobody will know.” He simply says coming to a stop when reaching the end of the stairs.

“And how exactly do you plan on getting in there?” You cross your arms as he, sadly, lets go of your hand. “This door is locked.”

“Good thing I have this.” Wiggling his eyebrows he shows you a key.

When you hear the door unlock you gasp, you guess being friends with the janitor has it’s perks after all. When he opens it the sun almost blinds you contrasting with the darkness that fills the the top of the staircase.

Jaemin gestures for you to step outside but you’re hesitant. Students are really not allowed in the roof, specially when they’re not supposed to get hold of a key that unlocks a door that’s closed for a reason. Sighing he takes your hand again pulling through the door.

The sight leaves you gasping. You can see almost the whole city as the breeze blows your hair back. Slowly you walk towards the edge of the roof that is protected by a small wall that reaches your waist, followed by a fencing net that goes way over your height.

“Isn’t this beautiful?” Jaemin’s smile lightens up his face, supported by the sunshine on his handsome features.

“So beautiful.” You’re not really sure if you’re talking about the view or him but it would be true either way. “But we shouldn’t be here.”

“C’mon, relax. Everybody’s in class and T knows I come here sometimes, he’s got my back.” You watch him climb up the little wall, sitting down on top of it facing the fence.

“You come here?” You step closer but don’t dare climb on it.

“Yeah.” He sighs. “Sometimes school is too much, you know? And here I have peace, away from everyone.”

You’re completely aware of how mean some kids are to him sometimes. You don’t discuss it with him as he just brushes it off but it makes you happy that he feels comfortable enough to share a little bit of his vulnerability with you.

“Don’t you wanna sit?” He taps the spot beside him.

“I don’t know… It feels dangerous…” You bite your lip.

“Don’t worry, I’m here, I’ll protect you.” When he extends his hand you simply can’t say no, gulping as he helps you sit next to him.

“It’s ok to be a little nervous.” His thumb smooths your hand. “I mean, it's sort of exciting, isn't it, breaking the rules?”

“You’re a very bad influence, Jaemin.” You joke.

“You know,” he stares into the city still holding your hand, “I never brought anyone here with me before.”

“Why did you bring me?” Your voice comes out almost like a whisper but loud enough for him to hear.

“I like you.” You widen your eyes. “I mean, I always liked you but… Everyday I like you a little bit more. And I’m scared I’ll just keep liking you more and more that one day I’ll explode.”

“Jaemin,” you gently squeeze his hand making him look at you, “let’s explode together then.”

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[glubsurleseuil]

Don't be scared - Chapter 2

A Pennywise X F!Reader fanfic. This is Chapter 2. Chapter 1 is here.

Chapter warnings: Violence, blood, discreet mention of a desire to die. It's just the beginning, it's about to get worse.

(Note: It was translated by Deepl, English is not my mother tongue, so I apologise for any mistakes. If you want to correct me, don't hesitate!)

(Note 2: I found the gif at @pennydaddywise)

(Note 3: The "lyrics" of the song are actually quotes from Mr Stephen King.)

It was a difficult night. First, when you arrived home, your body's first reflex was to throw up in the toilet. Then your brain's reflex was to search your apartment from top to bottom to make sure no one was home. Then, finally, you curled up in a ball on your bed, scared out of your wits, unable to sleep. Every minute, you checked your phone, not wanting to believe that the clown's damn message had disappeared. You'd searched your whole phone but couldn't find it. And you hated for most of the night the incredible capacity of the human survival instinct to try and make you believe that all these strange and terrifying events never really happened. Finally, you fell asleep convinced that no, you're not crazy.

Of course, like every night for some time, you had a dream. But not the same one this time. This one was just as hazy and incomprehensible, but less terrifying, and you woke up more peacefully. It made you remember the clown's message: Don't be scared... You laughed nervously, shivers running through your body just thinking about your adventure the day before.

The day had gone by too fast for your liking, and you'd been unable to concentrate on anything, that damn clown haunting your mind at every turn. Then it was finally time for work.

It was a quiet evening, without too many customers. These evenings are often pleasant to spend, but this evening in particular, you could take advantage of it and go home early. The very idea of not seeing the sun when you leave the bar terrifies you.

"Are you sure? There's no one on stage tonight. You can sing if you want."

Your boss suggests you go on stage when there's no one there. You love these moments. Singing and playing on stage is the only time you feel your life isn't miserable. But singing tonight means coming home later, when it's dark... Fuck.

You can't refuse. These moments are too rare. You get up on stage and take advantage of this moment to forget everything, your rotten life, the sadness, the anguish... The clown...

Monsters are real, And ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.

Your voice trembles slightly and you close your eyes to concentrate.

God is cruel. Sometimes he makes you live. The devil's voice is sweet to hear.

At the end of your song, the few remaining customers applaud. You hate that noise. It reminds you of harsh reality.

Finally, the bar closes and you leave through the back door. The cool silence of the night reminds you of the horrors of life and you look down the dark, empty alley. The lights are still malfunctioning, and there's a large section of the alleyway plunged into darkness. Obviously...

You reassure yourself that you don't have to go into the forest this time. Phone in hand, you make your way down the alley, lighting every nook and cranny, and you're soon relieved to see that there's nothing and no one there.

You move forward, a little more reassured, towards the exit, towards the light. And as you put your phone back in your bag, something touches your back. It's light and it bounces against you. You turn around slowly, cautiously, holding your breath...

A balloon? A balloon. Red, floating in the middle of the path, alone. The first thing it brings to mind is your dream from last night. Yes, there was a red balloon in it, which you grabbed and flew high into the sky...

Looking at it more closely, you see a piece of paper hanging from its string, wriggling like a hanged man. You untie it and unfold it. On it, in ink as red as blood, a message.

DON'T BE SCARED

You swallow your saliva as thick as sand and your whole body shakes with tremors, preparing to run. But as you turn to leave the alley, two gloved hands grab you, one by the nape of the neck, pulling your hair as you go, the other by the mouth, pressing down hard enough that you can't scream. And you find yourself facing those predatory golden eyes, one of whose pupils squints outwards. A multitude of gleaming, pointed teeth, dripping with slime, smiles at you, just inches from your face.

Faced with such an apparition, your first instinct is to punch the face you recognize as the clown's, but you instantly regret it. True, the grip of his hands has loosened, but you note with horror that his features have deformed where you struck him, his uneven teeth protruding from his mouth in an excruciatingly inhuman way. Blood is dripping from his lip... floating upwards would be more accurate.

You push him back hard and turn to flee, knowing full well it's no use. He grabs you by the arm and pushes you violently back against the alley wall. You grit your teeth as you feel your back and the back of your skull crash against the hard surface. With one hand, he grips your neck and lifts you to his full height. No matter how hard you pull on his arm, you're unable to free yourself and breathing becomes difficult. The clown brings his face close to yours like an enraged predator.

"I said... don't be scared!!!"

He finishes his sentence by slamming you back against the wall. You close your eyes in pain, your head begins to spin and you no longer feel strong enough to push him away. All you can do is watch him rage at you, hoping it's just another nightmare.

"You don't want to live, I know it! Then why are you afraid? Stupid, ridiculous humans... This fear... So beautiful, so appetizing. How am I supposed to resist this?!"

The clown hits you once more, more brutally. This is too much. As your arms fall unconscious to your sides, you faint under his fingers and everything goes black. The last thing you hear is the clown swearing to himself.

When you open your eyes, you're unable to understand where you are. An old-fashioned smell of mildew assails your nostrils and you see dust flying in the dim light of the room. You realize you're lying on something soft, covered. Probably a mattress on the floor. Soon, the pain in the back of your skull reawakens. You run your hand through your hair to find dried blood tangled in your locks.

You sit up abruptly, the events before you fainted coming back to you in an unbearable headache, and a question forces you to hold your breath. What else has this clown... this thing... done to you? Trembling, your hand raises the old grey blanket over your legs and you begin to inspect yourself... Nothing. At first glance, anyway. Everything suggests that he's just put you down there, nothing more. You breathe again.

Your gaze finally settles around you: you find yourself in an empty room, apart from the mattress you're lying on. The light is diffused, so unnatural that you want to define it as dark, even if that doesn't make sense. The windows are so dirty that you can't tell if it's still night. You have no idea what time it is or how long it's been since the clown attack.

You suddenly see your shoes tossed haphazardly around the room, as well as your bag. That's all it takes for you to rush out of the mattress and rummage through it, your phone being your goal. But you panic when you realize it's buggy. It doesn't look particularly broken though, it simply refuses to work, the screen displaying bizarre glitches and... The message the clown marked last time, in the forest. You throw your phone to the ground in anguished annoyance.

Close your eyes. Inhale. exhale. You've got to get out of here. A hint of determination returning, you pick up your phone, your bag and put on your shoes. Passing as quietly as possible through the first doors you come to, you arrive in a corridor with a staircase leading down a few meters from you. You descend carefully, the steps creaking beneath your feet. But there's no sign of the clown, and the door opposite the steps seems to be the entrance door. You suddenly have the foolish hope of getting out of here without any trouble.

You approach slowly, your hand sliding noiselessly over the handle of the closed door. You turn it slowly... but nothing happens. You pull, you push, quietly at first, then louder and louder, suddenly panic-stricken. But nothing happens. The door doesn't move. It doesn't move at all. As if it were an optical illusion painted on the wall. A groan of despair escapes and you hold back your tears. Inhale. Exhale. All is not lost, there are always the windows.

They're as dirty and dimly lit as those upstairs, plunging the house into an atmosphere of eternal twilight. Some are boarded up, but not all. In a room that looks like a living room, you work hard on one of them, but get the same result as with the door. In a fit of anger, you end up banging on what's supposed to be the glass, even throwing a stool lying around, in vain.

A few seconds pass before a cry of rage comes from your mouth. And you knew that all the noise you'd made would attract the clown. A weak but piercing laugh pushes you to turn towards the entrance to the room. There he is, leaning against the wall, mocking you without the slightest hint of embarrassment.

"Silly, silly little human. Thinking you can escape from my house. So stupid, so angry..."

He pauses, and you can see his mocking smile break down, giving way to annoyance, his features turning stern.

"...So scared... again..."

You step back as he moves closer to you. You'd have thought his eyes were blue a second ago... You quickly bend down to grab the stool you threw at the window, tossing it at the clown to distract him and get around him, running towards the living room exit. You already knew it wouldn't work and you're not surprised to feel him propel you to the floor. He barely gives you time to turn around before pinning you down on your back. Your eyes see his face blurred by tears, while you feel warm drool running down your shirt. Above you, the clown shakes frantically, as if arguing with himself about what to do with you.

"Fear... so delicious... Maybe I should... eat you.... No! Or maybe... just a little...?"

He shakes his head like an animal shredding a piece of meat, and the comparison terrifies you.

"No. No! You are..."

His gloved hand caresses your face with a gentleness that makes you sob. Your eyes close tightly, as if that's enough to make you forget everything that's going on.

"...perfect. I need you."

You feel the clown's breath coming closer and your eyes reopen in panic. You can see his lips curling over his sharp teeth, many more of them. Your brain refuses to believe what it's seeing and you start laughing nervously.

"Don't. Be. Scared."

It's an order and he emphasizes it by snapping his teeth together in a jaw-clenching sound that echoes in your head. At this point, he lets go and walks away, leaving you alone on the floor with your migraine, covered in drool. All you hear is the echo of your own delirious laughter, resonating in your eardrums as if it belonged to someone else. 

#it 2017 #pennywise #pennywise x reader #pennywise x you #pennywise fanfiction #it #horror #tw: blood #tw: violence #I'm still writting this i'm so happy!!

[herstuf]

“They’re sisters it’s not queer baiting”

my siblings from this hell site, nobody knew they were sisters until book 3. Before the reveal there was like 2 hints to the possibility of them being sisters. They are so heavily queer baited throughout the books before that- people used to go crazy over the idea of them being endgame. The idea of Sophie and Agatha being together was pivotal to a lot of our childhoods and it was all crushed in like ten sentences two years after we were introduced to them. Nobody is actually shipping them, this isn’t fucking house of the dragon? But we are allowed to be upset about it!

There are so many moments in the books before the “sisters” reveal that made us think they would be together. Here’s some examples:

“Nearby, Tedros managed to reach his head from under boys and saw Sophie spring past. “Help!” he yelled— Sophie stepped on his head as she ran to help Agatha, who was being pelted with pebbles by Beatrix.” Chapter 13, book #1 this was almost directly after Sophie declared that Tedros was The One for her, and she immediately chose to protect Agatha over him.

“Tedros dove beside them. “Let me help,” he said, taking Sophie in his arms. “No—” Sophie wheezed—“Agatha.” Speechless, Tedros left her to his princess’s arms. Agatha pressed Sophie to her chest, hands soaked with her blood.” Chapter 30, book #1. Chooses her best friend over the prince she’d been vying for in her last moments.

“‘Who needs princes in our fairy tale?’ Sun exploded through fog, coating the two castles in gold. As the grass around it greened, the Storian blazed with new life and soared back to its tower in the sky. Across the shores, children’s robes, black, pink, blue, melted to the same silver, dissolving their division once and for all.” Chapter 30, just after Agatha kisses Sophie and saves her life with true loves kiss. The blatant queer symbolism in the description of the rainbow of colours which are then described as dissolving and erasing division is symbolism for the idea of finding acceptance and love, even with those previously thought of as “enemies” or “off-limits.”

“‘You make me happy, Agatha,’ said Sophie, ‘It just took me too long to see it”… “But Sophie had revised the prince with her sewing kit. Now he had boxy dark hair, goonish bug eyes… and a black dress.” Chapter 2, Book #2. Sophie had a pillow she previously stitched with a prince and princess, and had now stitched likeness of Agatha over the prince, symbolising Agatha as her Prince Charming and HEA.

“And Sophie and Agatha lived happy ever after, for girls don’t need princes for love to call. . . . No, they don’t need princes in their fairy tales at all.” Chapter 5, Book #2. Technically this is part of the manipulations from Dean Slader but it is a good reminder of queer undertones in the books overall.

Various quotes from book 2 that just stand out from a queer perspective:

“Agatha reviving her with love’s kiss,” “I won’t intervene in your lovers quarrel,” Chapter 5. ““Despite the storm in her heart, Sophie managed a smile. She had never seen something so beautiful. Then again, she’d never seen girls dance without boys.” Chapter 6. “happy together . . . without a boy in sight. ‘How can Agatha not want this?’” Chapter 7. “‘Just want to make sure she’s safe.’ Sophie peered down at the two armored knights, one short, one tall, standing in the blue pumpkin patch near the Woods Gate. ‘You sound . . . like . . . a . . . prince . . .’ Chapter 11. “Kissed a girl to life like all the best princes,” Chapter 11.

“‘I need more than a friend,’ Agatha had said. But what if she could make Agatha happy again? What if she showed Agatha she didn’t need Tedros? That their friendship was greater than any Ever After with a prince.” Chapter 13

And some quotes from book 3 before the reveal that made it all the more surprising to us when they were revealed as sisters

“Sophie. This time no anger came at the name. Only an echo, like the password to her heart’s cave.” Chapter 2. 

“Strange, wasn’t it, Sophie thought, moving closer. She’d kissed Agatha . . . Agatha had kissed Tedros . . . and yet, she’d never kissed Tedros” Chapter 13, symbolising kissing a boy would be exactly the same as kissing Agatha

Honestly there’s more but I am so tired of typing already sorry.

As someone who was in the 9th grade when the first book came out, and who was first questioning my own sexuality at that time, I latched onto these books because of the queer coding between Agatha and Sophie. I was stoked when the books came out each year because I honestly hoped they would end up together. For them to be revealed at the last moment as sisters? It was crushing to me and many others, and it came out of nowhere. It was my very first experience being queer baited.

Many of you might not be of the opinion that it is queer baiting, since apparently in the later books the girls are revealed to be bisexual (which is awesome! I never read past the 3rd book sorry!) but it doesn’t change the interpretation of queer baiting that many of us growing up with the books had. Being excited about a possible relationship only to have that ripped away and made impossible so suddenly is crushing for anybody. Nobody is shipping them, because gross, but we are upset about the narrative of it. And it is exhausting being continuously told that “it’s not queer baiting, they’re sisters!” when we literally had THREE YEARS to develop a ship for them before having that reveal. Nobody is shipping them, but we are allowed to continue calling it queer baiting because it literally was, and with the movie it is a revival of that feeling.

And for people who didn’t read the books? Imagine what watching that on screen felt like for them.

#tsfgae #the school for good and evil #agatha of woods beyond #sophie of woods beyond

[shinkaishoujo103]

smiles. leo for the ask game!

Oh you. You. You think youre so funny huh. "JUST KIDDING" I DONT CARE! YOURE ALL GONNA BE SUBJECTED TO MY LEO RAMBLING NOW! Never ever enable me even if its a joke. Never ever. If anyone wants someone to blame for whats gonna happen next, blame ashe :3c /j

(im also gonna reply to your other ask with naru later on dw!!)

(ask game here!)

First impression

Okay, my VERY /FIRST/ impression of leo was very. Not accurate to who he actually is at all BECAUSE all i knew when i learned about leo is that something bad happened to him ("because of eichi" i quote, thats what i read, i know it wasnt totally eichis fault, i know)

So i kind of. Ended up having an idea of How leo is Before Even Correctly Meeting Him

And how i thought he was? Absolutely not like he actually was! I thought he would be more...calm? in a cool way? and more mysterious

Actually, it helped a lot that shortly before, i knew of another leo who was kinda like that

But anyway, later on, i ACTUALLY met leo in !! Era main story and would the masses believe me my very first thought upon meeting him was "oh he's actually a weirdo"

...hits past me with the metal pipe You Fool. You Absolute Fool. Oh You Did Not Know What Was Coming For You Next At ALL

But its oki! Because with time i actually started appreciating leo more, thinking he was funny! Then it came...

(know that at the time i only knew leos bad past as "eichi did something bad to him")

...the moment i wanted to learn more about leo.

My downfall.

At first, i planned to read rebellion, but at the beginning of it i realized it was basically the knights story who got adapted in the anime, so i just decided to skip that and...

...checkmate. (in an emotional voice)

I. Decided to read checkmate.

My absolute downfall.

Anyway, while reading checkmate, it made me appreciate leo, sena, izuleo (heck i didnt even know about them until checkmate), and knights more, until...

(ough, i really was a newbie here, you can tell. Also my old typing kinda makes me cringe ngl)

Until the angst hit me.

Checkmate inflicted me so much emotional damage it changed my brain chemistry forever and ever and here i am now 👍

God i even remember explaining the leo angst to laly </3

But anyway, after that, i decided to read more stories about knights and leo!

I think in this order it wasss rebellion (yes ended up reading it anyway, newfound knights obsession was too strong) -> horror night halloween -> requiem -> a dark night's passing (df debut, ik! But theres some leo in it!!) -> next door

(also read setsubun festival in between all that, fun! /s)

And then slowly but surely...i became the insane & crazy leo & izuleo obsessed knightsP i am today

...this is only first impression and its already so long. you are all in for a ride.

Current impression

...how even am i supposed to express in words how much he means to me? He's my sunshine, my light, my sun, my star, my world, my universe, my galaxy, my everything...is this going too far? But he genuinely means everything to me

Surprisingly i dont think this part will be long, because i genuinely struggle putting in words what i feel about him, because its So much. What i said above resumes it pretty well honestly? He's my everything, literally. He lives rent free in my head, and he WONT GET OUT!!! I cannot stop thinking about him, i have so many thoughts about this little dude, that often i end up rambling, and i very often keep bringing him up everywhere even if its unrelated, i think you can all confirm! I get excited and happy about literally anything about him, like when he's brought up, and all and all. His silly and funny moments never fail to make me smile, to make me laugh, and would it be a bit cheesy of me to say i genuinely find him handsome...?

He's such a comfort character to me, too. I actually look up to/admire him a lot...because i relate a LOT with his depression. Which just makes his story of healing even more beautiful to me...and it gives me hope, that maybe one day, i would be able to fully heal too

Oh...i was able to express myself a bit, in the end!

Favorite moment

...cant i just say all of them?

No because i genuinely...dont know?? I seriously love every single scene/moment we get of him, every single time i see him on the screen it makes my day??

So...im not sure what to answer??

Idea for a story

Haha...since im a huuge leo yume, you are alll gonna get attacked with that one leo x reader fic idea i have~~ (that ill never write)

Basically, when leo went depressive, he did not only lock himself away in his room, but also ended up running away...to either the other end of his town, or another nearby town, just somewhere far enough but not too much as to be impossible (a place possible to go by bus, tram, or train...)

As he ended up roaming aimlessly in the streets, it started raining, but he didnt feel like sheltering himself (where could he go anyway?), so he just sat down under a tree and...well...had a breakdown

Meanwhile, we have our dear mc, who's around leos age but already live alone in an apartment due to shitty parents...i actually made up a whole backstory for them, and they definitely didnt have the best childhood...but it has purpose to the storys meaning, promise!!

Anyway, at that time, mc was ofc outside, heading back home after buying some groceries, when they see leo...the general idea of their personality is that theyre not the most sociable person, but still had a good heart (all ties back to their backstory), so after biiit of hesitating, they went to see how leo was doing

Obviously, bad, he was even biting his hand yet again...and mc, seeing that, well was ofc /very/ concerned. They asked a bit about leo, what he was doing there outside the rain, and that he should go home unless he got sick, but leo didnt really feel like replying...

So mc decided to take leo home with them, and take care of him a bit, because thats what someone else who was close to the mc (that they admired, too) would've done <3

They made leo a nice warm bath, and some nice warm chocolate, and gave leo some temporary new clothes from their dad (that were probably a bit too big) while his own were drying, and all and all~ mc is actually very caring beside being mostly a loner

Mc and leo ended up talking a bit, though leo still not saying much, and it was decided leo would stay in for the night since it was getting late, and his home was too far away

Except...leo ends up staying longer than expected...because he absolutely /didnt/ wanna go home just yet...

And thus, start a story about two broken young people who learn to love once again together...a story of healing...thats what i want it to be :3c

I didnt put all the details, or else it would be too much, but thats pretty much the gist of it! I would love to actually write something about, but dont have a good enough plot, eueueue....

...can you tell i just wish that i couldve been there when leo needed someone the most?

Unpopular opinion

Gonna try to elaborate 🫶

By Something i meant he was actually an ass. A little bitch. An asshole. But it was because he just came back to yumenosaki!! He just got out of his trauma, and was still hurting from it!! But i feel like most people tend to forget, or not even know about that side of leo, because we now see the more wholesome side of him since he fully healed now??

But he wasn't always just a ray of sunshine. Heck, in war era, yes he was definitely a victim, but why? Because the other students ended up hating him. Why? Because knights would always crush their opponents in dreamfes. Why? Because, yes, leo is definitely naturally talented, a genius, of course he would easily win, but he was also crushing those people on Purpose. He /was/ being Aggressive /on purpose/ in war era, because he was fighting for senas dreams

But anyway...basically, what i meant, is that leo can be a little aggressive bitch sometimes

Favorite relationship

I think we all know the answer already. Come on. Its soso obvious. Do i even need to say it. Okay i will anyway.

✨Izuleo✨

What a surprise! Nobody expected this! /s

Favorite headcanon

Okay, i have a lot, but the first that come to mind is...mostly a joke hc? But ill share it anyway

Basically, leo is a big danganronpa fan, and saiouma are his absolute otp (me projecting? absolutely not) and like. eventually he starts writing songs inspired by dr and one day sena comes up to him and is like "hey, why're your songs recently so...idk...creepy?? kinda??" "wha? no! theyre not creepy!! theyre just inspired from that one franchise, danganronpa~!"

+ other old funnies i came up with,,, (WARNING, VERY HEAVY DANGANRONPA SPOILERS!)

BUT ACTUALLY!!! I have another, less jokey hc to share...since its leo he gets to have me share two hcs

I like to imagine he's very passionate about space! Mostly because he believes in aliens and stuff, but i also just believe...it would fit? Idk, i just can really see him loving space and all

#saku mail #from ashe #IM SO SORRY FOR THE SUDDEN LATE JUMPSCARE #ITS JUST I FIRST GOT THIS ASK LATE AT NIGHT YESTERDAY #SO LIKE. BRAIN ENDED UP BEING TOO EEPY TO FINISH THOS #THIS* #SO I POSTPONED TO THE NEXT DAY AKA TODAY #now i still need to do it with naru...godspeed saku; #anyway...this ended up being Way Too Long and i do not regret a single bit! thats what happens when you enable me. #you brought this upon yourself and everyone else ashe :3c