#this was supposed to be done yesterday but my power went out

[sunnygodraws]

Summer Edelgard

#edelgard #happy birthday edelgard #edelgard von hresvelg #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem heroes #fanart #digital art #this was supposed to be done yesterday but my power went out

[spinjitsuburst]

yesterday I was infodumping Ninjago Lore stuff to my brother and when he asked what exactly Lloyd’s powers were and I tried to explain the life/energy stuff he went “oh so can he like. heal people.”

I HAVEN’T STOPPED THINKING ABOUT IT Lloyd’s abilities should be able to heal people hear me out

I know Lloyd’s abilities aren’t “technically” just energy: they’re a combination of the main four elements (fire earth lightning and ice) but all those things combine to be what’s basically referred to as energy by everyone except the show itself

The process of a body healing a wound is obviously complicated but for the sake of simplicity it boils down to your body expending it’s energy to heal itself slowly over time. Energy is always transferable, it can’t be destroyed or created, so by expending some of his own energy and speeding up the process of one’s natural healing, Lloyd could hypothetically use his powers to heal others

Obviously I doubt they’d do that since introducing a brand new green ninja power after 17 seasons of television would be a bit weird ahdkdfkd but I think it’d be a nice thing to add to Lloyd’s character, he grew up thinking he wanted to hurt others and that was what he was supposed to do and then he realized he DIDN’T want that and found out about his powers as the green ninja but he still has to fight and use his powers in a combative manner. If he had the opportunity to not just protect, but to heal damage already done, I think it’d give Lloyd a fascinating amount of depth

Also it’d just be super cool

tldr it’s totally not canon but Lloyd should be able to heal people

#I rest my case #lloyd #Lloyd garmadon #Ninjago #lego ninjago #spinjitsu screams

[mxtantrights]

Bounded by shadow and blood (9)

azriel x magic!fem!reader

You don’t know who is taking you back to the dawn court. Yesterday’s events kind of displaced everything. It was surprising but the inner circle let you and Amren leave after the match. Nesta didn’t ask questions.

And when you and Amren got to the town house, she insisted on drinking to your win. Which you had to clarify to her more than once last night that it wasn’t really a win.

He handed it to you. He actually won. You don’t like to admit defeat but you know when to call a spade a spade. He’s good. Without his powers he was more than your match, he was better than you. If you were friends you would ask him for fighting tips.

You weren’t friends though.

And since your brother did not come here, you have no reason to stay longer than needed. 

Which is why you’re packing you bags once again. Maybe he went to another court. It could be possible that he told the council that the night court was his indeed destination when he really meant to go to the opposite end of the continent. 

Your front door opens, you know it’s Amren.

“We need you.” She says.

Yo turn around to face her, “What are you talking about?”

“It’s the thief, he’s asking for you. Says he wants to confess.” another voice answers. Out from behind the wall Cassian appears, arms crossed and tense.

“Lars?” You ask.

She nods once.

“Okay. Lets’ go.” You say.

Cassian walks over to you and places a hand on your shoulder. The feeling of winnowing is uncomfortable. It feels like your insides are being spread in different ways. But it’s over before it’s begun and you are face to face with Lars. And Azriel and Rhysand.

The two Illyrians are keeping watch at the door. You notice that Rhysand is watching you like a hawk while Azriel can’t seem to look in your direction.

Lars is chained to the wall, gash marks over his body. The cells smells like—you don’t feel like saying the words. You can see the blood and the puddles of murky water. 

He lifts his head up and looks right at you.

“So you’ve come back to play, pet.” He smirks.

“This is the fate worse than death?” You ask him.

He lunges at you but the chains hold him back. You don’t even flinch at his actions. You actually get closer to him.

“You wanted to speak to me so speak.”

Lars smiles at you. It’s not even a smile, but a snarl. All teeth, all bite. As if he weren’t the one in chains. As if he held all the power in the room right now. It unnerves you that he feels that way, especially with this secret looming about your brother and your abilities.

“You’re looking for someone.” He starts off.

You school your face to remain neutral. If you gave him even an inch of a reaction he would run with it. He would tease you with information that he may or may not have, and keep you coming back for more. He’d probably try to work out a deal so that he could leave this cell and the night court all together.

“Someone very important, because you don’t fit in here and you still made the journey. You don’t like it, you can’t blend in as well as you think you do in the dawn court.” He continues. You watch his eyes. They look like they are on fire with urgency. Waiting for you to take a but out of his treat. Once you bite you’re done for, you have to keep him talking.

“Don’t you want to know why I was in the dawn court?” He asks.

“You were there to steal.” You answer for him.

He shakes his head, “I wasn’t there to steal. Not really. I mean that was a personal quest of sorts, I was hired to go there.”

“By who?” You ask.

He gives you a look. You know who. You’re supposed to know who he’s talking about. Really he could be talking about anyone, your brother, a council member, another blood bender. The fact that he won’t name anyone gives you pause.

“Why wait until you were here? Why not tell me when you were in my possession?” You question him.

He laughs to himself. You don’t get it. He’s laughing, baiting you, he knows something but not enough. He would have demanded something of you by now if he knew anything important.

“It is part of the plan.” He says simply. 

You still don’t get it. He’s speaking in present tense about a plan when he’s in chains. The high lord of the night court just a few feet away, ready to rip into his mind no doubt. You can’t really ask Rhysand to go into his mind to see what he knows for you. 

Maybe Thesan was right, you should play nice with others.

Too late for that change now. No one in this cell trusts you. 

“I’ll leave you here to rot and figure it out on my own.” You put nonchalantly.

“That struck a nerve.” He smirks again.

“It seems like someone struck a couple of yours. We will not see each other again.” You say finally.

With that you turn around.. You hadn’t realized Cassian moved to stand with his brothers. That’s what Amren called them. Different blood but they were family nonetheless. Now the three of them stood together, only two of them looking at you now.

“I’m good here.” You speak.

Cassian tosses a look over to Azriel. The shadow singer nods his head. Then Cassian is peeling himself off the wall. He walks out of the cell and you follow behind him. He takes you down the hallway, which you think is just to psych you out. You two go up the dark staircase and up to the top level.

As you are about to continue walking Cassian stops all of a sudden. You halt a bit late and almost end up crashing into him. He turns around and looks at you. You can tell based off the look he’s giving you alone that he is confused. You’re a question he wants answers to. You wonder if it was him and Nesta that prompted Azriel to come to dawn so early and poke around.

“Did you enjoy your visit?” He asks.

“To the cells or to your court?” You ask him back.

He chuckles, “Both I guess.” 

“Lars was enlightening, then again I knew to expect the unexpected with him. This court on the other hand…” you trail off.

“You didn’t like Velaris?” He asks.

“Seeing how I was treated like a prisoner on parole, I can’t say anything good.” You answer.

He rubs the back of his neck, “I’m sorry about that. It’s just everyone is curious. Even more so now.”

He says the last words and still for a moment. You see it happen in real time. He hadn’t meant to say those words, but they mean something to him. Something happened that made them want to know more about you. 

“Now what?” You ask.

“Forget it. I can take you back—“ he cuts himself off. 

You watch as he takes out a knife. You take a step back. You don’t think he’ll use it on you but you aren’t going to think everything is alright. 

“General?” You ask.

He looks at you and then back at his knife, “Sorry. Amren just sent me a message. Something is going on in town.” 

“Oh?” 

Cassian, “There’s no way for you to get back to the house from here. And I need to go. Rhysand will take you back.”

He leaves no room for discussion. Then he’s gone. You want to believe that there was something actually going on in town. But you’d like to bet that this is just some elaborate scheme to figure out more about you.

You sigh and head back down the steps. You track Rhysand’s blood back to the cell. It’s brutal. You can hear the sound of the beating he’s getting. The sound of blows landing on his body. He’s not even making any noises  either. 

You peer your head into the cell. Lars is bleeding heavily. Azriel is the one delivering the beating. Looking at him like this, you can see why people fear him and his shadows.

“Az.” Rhysand calls to him.

Azriel turns around, they both do. They look at you then silence. In-between the silence your eyes dart to all three of them. From Azriel to Rhysand and to Lars.

“Cassian had to handle something. He said you could do it.” You speak.

Rhysand nods his head. Then he looks over at Azriel. The two having a conversation without words. Rhysand walks out of the cell and meets you where you’re at.

He holds out his hand, “Ready?”

You put your hand in his, ready to leave this court once and for all. Darkness surrounds you and gone is the scenery of the prison. All at once and scenery engulfs you. This is not the town house.

“Where are we?” You ask.

“My personal residence.” He answers.

The high lords home. Huh. You look around. It surely looks like it too. Lavish paintings, marble columns. You can sees the presence of a few people here too. 

“Any particular reason why we’re here?” You question.

Rhysand smiles, “Oh I think we both know the answer to that.”

He would not give up. You sigh as you watch him throw open the doors. Inside appears to be an office. It’s empty inside. He walks in first and you follow hesitantly. 

The high lord takes a seat at the ridiculously overflowing deck of papers. You take the seat across from him. 

“Your abilities are an anomaly to say the least, and everyone here wants to know what you can do and where your loyalties lie.” He speaks.

“What I can do is none of your business and as for loyalty, the dawn court is my home.” You answer.

Rhysand cocks his head, “There’s a war brewing.”

“War isn’t my thing.” You lie.

War wasn’t something you enjoyed. But several times over a few centuries you have had the honor of gracing a battlefield. Never on the front lines, you don’t like the spotlight. But you’re sure there are humans that know of your story and pass it down like a tale to their children. 

You wouldn’t let Rhysand know any of this.

“Even if it isn’t, from what we saw during your match with Azriel it would be beneficial if you were on our side.” Rhysand explains.

You hum, “as long as you align yourself with the dawn court It’ll be like I’m on your side.”

Rhysand is silent for a few moments. You watch as the gears seem to turn in his mind. He out of everyone probably knows more about you than you’d like to admit. While there were very little books on your kind he could send someone to follow you home. They wouldn’t make it past the wards but they would know where to look for more information. 

Maybe you should stop running from the truth. Really, you don’t need your abilities to be news to everyone on the continent. But if a few people know what’s the harm? It’s better they know about you than your whole community.

“I was here looking for my brother.” You offer.

Rhysand sits up at the new information. You know he’s eating this up.

“So Lars mentioned, vaguely.” He says.

“I found out he was never here, though he should have been. He said he was.” You explain.

Rhys sits back, “If you have a name maybe I can find him. It’s possible he was laying low.”

“He wouldn’t have given his name, even if he was here.”you strike him down.

“A lot of people would love to know about Velaris, and do harm to it and it’s people.” Rhysand says suddenly.

That is why Azriel first winnowed you to the woods. He wanted to know that you would keep Velaris a secret. No one knows about it. Not even Thesan. There was the night court and then there was Velaris. 

“If you’re asking me to keep quiet you don’t have to, Azriel beat you to it before we came here.” You the him.

“I know he did, “he states and then he looks past you. A second later the door opens “Now I am personally asking you to keep this a secret for the next time you visit.”

You turn around to see who it was that walked in, even though you don’t have to. You feel it already. It’s Azriel. He doesn’t dare look at you. Whatever happened during the match has made you persona non grata apparently. You turn back.

“I think if I want to see Amren, I’ll just invite her to the dawn court.” You answer.

“Well our doors are always open.” Rhysand offers.

You nod you head at the gesture. You knew it was laced with more than one intention but it was an offer nonetheless. You get up from your seat, seeing as the conversation is over. Rhysand tells you that you bags are already waiting for you at the dawn court, which you thank him for.

Rhysand gets up and holds his hand out for you. Even though Azriel is here, he could winnow you home. But whatever is going on with him won’t let him. He can’t even look at you, why would he touch you?

You take Rhysand’s hand and let him take you back to dawn.

#blood and shadow #acotar x reader #acotar imagine #acotar fic #azriel x reader #azriel imagine #azriel fic

[odusseus-xvi]

Wanted to talk about q!Forever and his presidency seen from the pov of someone who mostly experience it from outside percepctive as I'm incapable of understanding Brazilian. SAYING IT RIGHT NOW I'm not here to say q!Forever is wrong or evil (as I'm convinced he is not, no need to come and tell me), this is not what's it's about, this is about how lost he seems when you are looking from the exterior.

So I know drama is brewing because people are fighting over who's right and who's an evil virus of satan, and I don't care, I'm not interested in this. I want to talk about the characters I love, because I love q!Forever, and his story makes me so sad.

I want to explain to those who wouldn't know, I'm a mostly french viewers, I follow Etoiles, Baghz, Antoine, Aypierre and Phil (mostly, I try to follow everyone's storyline and povs), the last two are not important here as Philza doesn't interact with the president storyline at all and Aypierre's involvement can be resumed to "I don't care who's in power and what they do, I'll be nice to them because I want power". But basically what the Forever Presidency feels like is not evil, or corrupted, it feels WEIRD :

Because obviously he is kindhearted, he has saved the eggs multiple times, he has done a lot for the island, and has said multiple times he wants to help everyone, and I believe that. But then in some of his actions and speeches, there is so much stuff that we are weirded out about. First how he told Baghera how he wanted to make everyone vote etc. That's okay, but like she said herself "Well that was my campaign idea..." And that's true, and that was also a thing Him and Cellbit used as way to descend her campaign, so that felt like a light knife in the back. But that's the least worrying thing.

There was then the whole deal where from what I understood he felt betrayed by Baghera and Bad as they didn't share everything and witheld information. And from Baghz pov that felt like it came out of nowhere because... Well she didn't ! That was simply miscommunication. And ensued the whole deal where he talked about how he felt about the arrival of the new people, and how he didn't trust them and didn't want to help them unless they had an egg. That was a weird thing in itself, he is supposed to be the president of the island and he is the one least willing to welcome new people.

There was also the nerfing armor stuff. At first we thought he said that as a joke you know, he is just not saying no to Quackity because that'd be rude. But who in their right mind would do that right ? Right... ? And then yestedray he asks Etoiles to do a debate with Quackity to discuss it and everyone went "Wait, he's actually considering it ?" And that was weird because... Well Forever spends most of his time in his base. Isolated. And when you watch Etoiles you know that even with the strongest suit of armor in the game you CAN die everyday. Is... Is Forever asking for a death sentence ? Has he been living under a rock ?

The last thing was yesterday, when Etoiles wanted to ask him a few things, he arrived when Forever was having a secret discussion with Cucurucho, and he ordered the construction of a prison he would have access to. And THAT was so WEIRD, everyone in chat and in reaction were like "WHAT !!??? WH... WHY ??", and then followed by "could I have a gun to defend myself ?" and everyone went "Oh. He... He doesn't trust us !!!", Etoiles himself went *raises eyebrow*. There is something REALLY going bad with q!Forever. And then he immediatly follows by taking in consideration Etoiles' request to allow Dark Metal for his fight against the code, so he's not evil, he's not corrupted... And that's where I realised what it felt like, it feels like he is lost.

It seems he want to do good, but takes weird unnecessary decisions after weird unnecessary decisions that in most cases fucks over other islanders more than it helps, and the important thing to remember is that he is not doing that purposefully, again it seems he is lost, it feels like he doesn't know what he is doing, because of that people are more wary of him, and it leads him to become more paranoïd and he makes even more bad decisions, wich leads to more people being wary of him and it creates a vicious feedback loop that constantly raises the tension. (also having the big PRESIDENT sign next to his name creates an epidermic reaction in every french that makes us want a revolution /j) And it's so sad because the only exit I can see is for the tension to be released in an explosion, a revolution, and THAT could be interesting because for once neither side is truly evil per say. They can be misguided, but not outright evil. Like Baghera said herself "I... I don't understand where he is going."

What's terrifying is what we foresaw with the election is happening, the islanders are driving themselves apart and turning against each other. I don't think the Federation wants to avoid a revolution, I'm pretty sure they would be rooting for it.

(HOWEVER next time I see someone saying q!Forever is this perfect little guy that did nothing wrong... PLEASE. The guy was vicious during the election arc. With how much misinformation he spread on Etoiles most notably.)

#qsmp #qsmp forever #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp etoiles #qsmp election #qsmp baghera jones #qsmp baghera

[meraki24601]

Purchased Victory

The lights crackled after they went out. Everyone on the team groaned at the random loss of power, but Hero fell oddly silent. They had been in the middle of a mission debrief, having successfully forced Villain to back down, saving the lives of nearly 100 civilians who had been trapped on the train. It was an easy victory. 

It was a bought victory. 

Hero knew what Villain would want. They had been buying their teammates and the world’s safety for months. No one knew how strong Villain really was. Hero knew, though. They could remember that first day clearly as if it were yesterday. How Villain had brushed aside Hero’s attacks and power as if it were nothing, then slowly tore Hero apart before restoring them. 

That day, they made a deal— Hero for the world. 

Villain wasn’t going to stop. They continued to scheme and destroy and kill. Nothing could stop them from getting bored and acting on it. The deal was that if Villain were attacking out of boredom, Hero would distract them. They would tell Hero what it would take to buy their victory, and then they would leave the battle feining defeat. Hero would go home and prepare, and then they would go to Villain and let them play. 

Villain wasn’t allowed to kill or leave any marks Hero couldn’t hide. It served their purposes well enough as, if Hero were discovered, Villain’s toy would be taken away. Neither party could tell the rest of the team what Hero was doing as, if Hero were discovered, Villain’s favorite distraction would be taken away. Of course, if a deal was made during a battle, Villain had to stop as soon as suspicions would allow. 

This time, Hero had promised Villain a public show. Villain was going to have friends watch. They weren’t allowed to touch or help, and while they were there, Villain wasn’t allowed to remove any of Hero’s clothes or masks they chose to wear. A silent audience to Hero’s private shame.

That was why when they heard the familiar crackle of Villain’s power in their base, Hero stayed silent as they slid their chair back from the table, ignoring their team as they struggled to orient themselves enough to run away. Hero knew Villain was coming. They could remember how bored Villain had seemed during their last bargain. Something was changing, and Villain had forgotten to tell Hero the new rules. 

“So you chose not to wear a mask after all, did you, Puppy?” Hero backed into Villain’s chest, and the enemy’s words were whispered in Hero’s ear. 

Villain snapped, and the lights turned on. 

Mentor was already looking at Hero as the power was restored, their ability swirling around them. Hero felt the knife pressed against their chest as the rest of the team saw what was happening and reacted. Cries of shock and anger drowned their mind, rooting them to their spot in Villain’s arms. 

“Evening, friends.” Villain giggled as one of the papers on the table was blown in the wind of activated powers and was sliced in half on the blade in their hand. “I hope you all have rested after our little dalliance on the train. I’ve come to collect my payment and would like to invite you all to watch.”

“You’re breaking the rules.” Hero gasped as the knife pressed harder into their chest. 

“Awe, Puppy, don’t be like that. You agreed to let me invite some of my friends! You should have been more specific if you didn’t want certain friends invited. I’ve grown bored of our usual games.” 

“You’re breaking the rules! Neither of us was supposed to tell my team.”

“I haven’t! All I’ve done is invite them to playtime. I haven’t broken any of the rules. Though I think this may end up being our last game, so I think I will break one itty bitty rule.” Villain’s knife bit down, cutting Hero’s shirt from their chest, revealing the marks left from past “playtimes” that hadn’t healed. “Look at that. Things on the train were resolved rather quickly. How did you wind up this injured, Hero?”

Villain’s knife tucked under Hero’s chin, lifting their head from where they stared down at their exposed chest. It looked so much worse in the light of the conference room than it did in Hero’s dark bathroom. The looks on their team's faces told it all. 

“Come, friends. Why don’t we go somewhere a little more comfortable? It seems Hero is in need of some medical assistance. I’m known for my excellent aftercare.” Villain sent their power through Hero’s back, dragging out an unfiltered scream. “The door. Now.”

#whump fic #whump scenario #whump #whumpee #whump writing #whump ideas #whump tropes #past torture #fake victory #hero #villain #secrets revealed #hidden injury

[bentosandbox]

LaTers lyrics TL

keysmashed this out quickly yesterday because i think we're not going to get an official one

disclaimer: done with the power of JLPT N3 and a honorary texlapp doctorate also i tried to reword some the english lyrics to make them make sense

texas / lappy / both

この身を盾にして 影は背中に迫っていた My self as his trump card, his shadow approaches my back

自由を縛ったのは 自分か世界のせいか Who was it that bound my freedom, was it me or the world

境界を踏み越えて満ちる 騒がしさを知った I step over the boundary, and am full of the turbulence I knew

狂乱を巻き込んだ力 戦いで示すだけEasy My power engulfed by frenzy, demonstrating it in battle is easy

昨日に追い付かれるのか Will yesterday catch up with me

明日を追い駆けるのか Will I chase after tomorrow

Which one do you like? Which path will you take?

さよなら 告げるために此処にいる ‘Goodbye’, I came here to say this

最初から 揺らがない覚悟を持って From the very start, with my unwavering resolve

打ち砕け Sink or swim Break into pieces, sink or swim

逃さないよ Stop bugging me Can't get away, stop irking me

Fight to the last 速度を上げるStory Fight to the last, speed up the story

追憶を振り切って Break from your memories

何の因果が結んだ 聞こえない振りは止めてよね Just what kind of fate has tied us together? Stop pretending you can’t hear me, okay?

重く感じた刃に 縋り付くのは記憶 My blades feel so heavy, with the weight of my memories clinging on

愛憎の重なった玩具（おもちゃ）ぶつけ合えばいいよ Playthings of both love and hate, it’s fine to smash them together

退路は塞がったままで 信じた道を歩んでくJourney My path of retreat still closed off, I set off on the journey I believe in

受け入れて楽しもうか Why not accept it and have fun?

掻き消して進もうか Why not drown it all out and move on?

Which one do you like? Which path will you take?

さよなら 高くついた代償は ‘Goodbye’, an expensive farewell

これから 斬り伏せて払えばいい From now on, I cut down whomever I please

Live in this world And live in this world

過去から 地続きの 夢を見た I dreamed of a connection from the past

未来へと 臨むため現在（いま）を行こう Let’s head towards the present (now) to face the future

いつかは… Someday…

ありがとう 次を描きたいから ‘Grazie’, I’ll express this next (time)

応えよう 剣先に触れる音で Come on, respond, with the sounds of our sword points touching(🤨

さよなら 告げるために此処にいる 'Goodbye', I came here to say this

最初から 揺らがない覚悟を持って From the very start, with my unwavering resolve

忘れないで Be the light Don’t forget now, be the light

夜明けまで Slash the darkness Until day breaks, slash the darkness

Fight to the last A fight to the last

速度を上げて行け Come on, let’s speed things up

もう止められない程 (Til) it can’t be stopped no more

追憶を振り切って Break from your memories

I'm guessing it's supposed to be the 'later' in ‘see you laters’ if La = Lappland and te = texas what is rs relationship???

lines that made me ????

Which one do you like?

my gut() is telling me it's more along the lines of 'which path do you like better' so i went with 'Which path will you take?'

逃さないよ Stop bugging me

was wavering between the first part referring to tex (as in lapp telling her she can't run away forever) but the 'stop bugging me' convinced me its referring to herself being unable to escape the quagmire

ありがとう 次を描きたいから

nobody corrected me on twitter so i take it my reading isn't horribly off lmfao..texas saying thank you to LAPP?? dio mio

#arknights #i should tag all these tl posts under something #bentotexto #convinced that we got no lappy content for almost 3 years because HG/yostar were saving money to afford mingosu because wtf #this song is like tailormade for an animatic but i dont want to retread stuff i already drew before dot dot dot

[beansnsoup]

Hiii I love your writingss <3

I don't know if you're getting requests, but I want to try my luck. Can you write something about George Weasley and the female slytherin reader? The reader has no problems with the golden trio and others... over time, she and George become close and they fall in love with each other. But the reader gets the dark mark due to family pressure and becomes a death eater. After what happened, she gets away from everyone and this attracts the attention of the others, especially George... :') I hope you write, thanks in advance~

Tysm for the support!!

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See You Again

Summary: She couldn't have been happier with her life, but due to family pressure, she's forced to become a death eater and must give up everyone.

Relationship: Romantic

Character: George Weasley

Warnings: Fluff, angst, fem reader, slytherin reader

"Y/N, you don't have a choice."

"Mom, I can't!"

"Listen to us, Y/N."

You glared at your dad. There was no way this was happening.

"Either you listen to us or never see us again." He added, this is when you felt tears sting at your eyes. You loved your parents. They meant everything to you, and if you never saw them again, you knew you'd hate yourself forever.

You sighed out, "Okay."

Your mom instantly ran up to hug you. She knew this was a sacrifice. Being a Slytherin was more difficult than people would think. They instantly think you're spoiled and conceded.

You tried so hard to make a name for yourself, and since day one, you made sure to mark yourself as the one people could go to for help, no matter the house.

This caught the eye of a certain red head that had always had a hatred towards Slytherins, but you were different.

His name was George Weasley, and he always accidentally found himself subtly flirting with you and staring at you when you aren't paying attention.

Later on, you guys here the power couple of your year. His parents loved you, Molly always spoiled you with treats that you could take home to your family.

Speaking of, your parents were fine with this, until now. They recently had come in contact with the Dark Lord and was told that you had to be able to do things for him like your parents did or you'd die.

This led to them telling you to cut all ties with your friends and even your boyfriend. They were causing you to become the person everyone saw Slytherins as on day one.

-

You didn't want to talk to him. You knew it would lead to you telling him everything which you weren't supposed to do.

You and George would always meet up in the courtyard and sat together in first period, but today, that had to change.

Your friend would normally walk with you because she was smitten for George's brother, Fred.

"Hey, Y/N!"

It hurt, it hurt to ignore your best friend, but it had to be done. You continued to walk past her and through the outdoor hall of the courtyard.

She paced over to Fred and George, "Yo, George, what's up with your girlfriend?"

George furrowed his brows, and your friend makes it over to them, "She just straight up ignored me! I know she heard me. There was barely anyone around, so she wouldn't have been able to miss me."

"What's going on?"

"She going through a phase, I guess, because she was perfectly normal yesterday."

Your friend makes it over to friend, "You'll never do that to me, will you love?" Fred asks. This is followed by her laughing, but George can't even joke back.

He's never felt this worried. His thoughts are flooded. Did he do something to piss you off?

George decided to wait until your first class, which he had with you, to catch you and talk to you. But much to his dismay you were unresponsive, he tried to grab your attention when walking into class but was shoved aside.

Then he remembered the two of you sitting next to each other but then he watched as you went to sit at the table that was always empty. He was going to follow you but didn't want to push it.

He found himself watching you like he always used to do, but this time it wasn't out of love it was out of worry.

The look on your face scared him, like you had seen a ghost or something.

You then asked to go to the bathroom and excuse yourself, which George sneakily followed after asking a friend to cover for him.

He followed you into the bathroom, praying there weren't any other girls in there. He shuts and blocks the door behind him. He checked under all the stalls and then waited at the sink for you.

You opened the stall door and felt your soul leave your body as you saw him, "George, what the hell are you doing?"

"Now she speaks."

You sigh, swerving past him to wash your hands, "I can't do this right now."

"Why? You could do it this morning either, why did you ignore us like that?"

"You won't understand." Your voice was starting to crack.

"Try me."

"George, stop, please."

"What happened? You can't leave me like this."

"George, I can't, you don't understand."

"Please, Y/N."

At this point, tears were streaming down your face. You walked up to him, caressing his hands and arms, just in case this was the last time you'd ever see or feel each other again.

Your hands found their way to his face, his were planted on your waist.

"I'm not supposed to say anything."

"I'll keep you safe, don't worry, love."

That's what go you, those words alone convinced you everything was going to be okay.

"I'm not supposed to see you anymore, or anyone for that matter, that's why I didn't talk to any of you this morning."

Before he could ask why you continued, "My parents forced me to, I didn't have a choice, they told me if I didn't do as I was told I'd never see them again, and I couldn't do thag George, I just couldn't." You looked at him, deciding if you should tell him the reason behind all of what you just told him.

"I thought your parents loved me."

"They do, but,"

"Go on, love. Please."

"They became death eaters, and He Who Must Not Be Named told them that because I knew I had to also be under his order or they'd kill me."

That's when he finally fell silent. He took your hand off his face and then slowly lifted the sleep of your robe and button up.

You felt him tense up when he saw the dark mark on your arm, "Oh, darling, I'm sorry."

You were pulled into an embrace. You didn't think this would be the outcome at all.

"We're going to get through this, I won't say anything, ignore me infront of everyone, but please keep in touch."

Being a slytherin hurts man

You smiled through tears, "Of course."

#harry potter #george weasley #george wealsey x reader #george weasley x fem reader #george weasley x slytherin!reader

[kerubimcrepin]

Episode 30 - Bonta Folie's (part 1)

This says: "COCO PEOPL PLAQU"

I wonder what this magazine is about, as someone who doesn't read magazines. Swimwear? Beaches?

Guys are we sure she was shaving "him" off, and not "it"? Because I'm scared, Mr submaker.

There are multiple things to point out here:

Simone is basically Joris's babysitter whenever Kerubim leaves. And by god, Kerubim seems to leave a lot.

Living/working across from Kerubim, Julie is familiar with him and Joris, and has a prior relationship. She is an ecaflip, and a fellow business owner, — besides that, being an ex-hairdresser, Kerubim probably has taught her a thing or two. So, she's very happy to see him. Cute.

She discussed Simone's hair, and how to style it with him, without Simone's knowledge.

It's so sad that Simone is trapped in a reality where at times Kerubim Crepin really is as cool and knowledgeable about everything as he likes to present himself.

Imagine if the world's most entitled person entered your coffee shop and turned out to be a 30-year-in-a-row winner of the coffee making competition. Imagine if this happened every day to you at every single place you went to, with the exact same guy.

He's recommended your girlfriend what dresses to put you in, and they're all amazing. Yesterday he forgot a knife on the table, his son began running around with it. You want to beat his ass for both.

The translation here doesn't really carry across that he's saying that he wasn't a male hairdresser, but a Female Hairdresseresse.

"I was a Girlboss, my Jojo! A girlslay, gaslight, gatekeep one!"

Here Julie confirms what I already supposed: that she knows this story, and that he's taught her things.

I want to believe this is Ecaflip's doing, because Kerubim slipping on a banana peel that evil fucking cat left behind twice, and it making his life better each time, would be the funniest brick joke to date.

"LOU PRESENTE

LA _RAIE"

It doesn't look like a V at all, but it would make sense if it said "La Vraie," and they simply didn't bother to add any detail to the letter under his finger.

I think Lou is bisexual, and told him repeatedly about the cool sapphic cabaret she went to, to him, and this man who has never before been interested in cabaret was like "yeah that's probably the best one, the most renowned coolest one." and never understood it's a., lesbian thing.

I think this is the easiest way to explain how he knows about it, yet knows nothing about it.

I will be real, it's heart-warming to see him drink something that isn't beer while in a bar. Though the little artistocratic pinky thing he's doing is... very distracting.

Thank you, ecaflip psychiatric ward, for making him a bit saner, yet insane in new, weirder ways.

Feminism.

(Eric Andre voice) Oh you think the Bontarian Sapphic Cabaret has girl power? Well then, do you think the Bontarian Sapphic Cabaret effectively utilized their girl power by propagating the Bonta-supremacist view among their viewers using their sex appeal, in service of the corrupt nobility?

God, redressing from that costume in five minutes sounds hellish.

A lot of shows would have made an episode, where their male protagonist cross dresses, and infiltrates a "female space", one filled with Goofs about him being a pervert, or uncomfortable, or would have him act visibly flustered. Because it's "funny", man in drag fails at being a woman, laugh.

...I am very happy this one doesn't go in that direction, for many, many reasons.

Realistically, after losing his fiancée, after weeks, or months, in a psychiatric ward, he really wouldn't have "this is a place full of pretty women", of all things, on his mind.

Beyond that, the whole concept of drag as a joke at the expense of the person wearing it, is, well, offensive, and to see it being something more than that, is quite refreshing.

His nerves come from how much he has to do, and how out of depth he is.

This guy has never worked in a high-stress environment like that, he's never done a girly thing before either! He just fucked up a woman's wig, and is about to burn a hole through these clothes. Things are bad.

The real Lili wasn't fucking lying: this really is hell.

Your daily reminder that, for all the jokes of Joris being a manlet, Kerubim is almost the exact same height as he, give-or-take like, ten centimetres.

The thing is that, he used to hate himself so much, that he developed 30-50 addictions and gave her magical amnesia about it.

Now he wants her back so badly that he's drinking tea in taverns, dressing up as a woman (despite, y'know, his incredibly fragile sense of masculinity), and he's chasing her despite knowing how badly he fucked up and that she may never forgive him, simply because he wants to try to make it work anyway.

What he hadn't solved, is his issue with lying, but it is a nice sentiment, — for him to be ready to toss aside his previous identity that used to serve as his shield, in favour of this more vulnerable, girlfailure-esque one.

He can't even muster it in him, to feel bad, when Lou's teasing him here.

I think it's also important to point out that this episode is, funnily enough, one where we see young Kerubim at his most carefree and happy, and his relationship with Lou at it's peak.

He isn't forcing himself to learn how to do make-up through gritted teeth just to get closer to her. He's learning that his girlfriend's interests are fun, and that he likes it. That he's been missing out all this time.

Yes, as an old man he views it as "forgetting who he really is," but to say this didn't affect him greatly, would be a big, big lie. He is still implied to, at times, do drag. He's far more emotionally open with his peers, and doesn't really view it as a weakness anymore. He knits, for god's sake.

Also, and I'm sorry for this., but he has an actual fucking Single-Mom Syndrome. A fatal case of it, in fact. So that's just one last nail in the coffin, proving that this really was one of the most profound thing to ever happen to him, and one that changed his brain chemistry forever, for better or for worse.

#ro liveblogs dofus #dofus #wakfu #krosmoz #kerubim crepin #ep30

[potatoes83]

Slice of life...

I had my first colonoscopy yesterday. Now, I'm only 40, 5 years too early to be thinking about this sort of thing, but apparently when your aunt dies of colon cancer, and then her sister, your mom, goes from absolutely nothing to stage 4 metastatic between normal screenings, you suddenly have a Family History, and doc wanted it done. Heh, I still find that somewhat amusing; suddenly and history are supposed to be antonyms...

They talk about the prep being the worst part, and yeah, certainly wasn't pleasant, but honestly, the worst part for me was the whole can't drink any liquids six hours before the procedure. That was at 1:00, so that basically means no water upon awaking. I like water. I drink a TON of water through the day. That sucked. The low fiber diet, annoying. The juice only for two days, annoying. The power-dumps on the toilet, annoying. But the being completely parched thing, that sucked hard. I would say a close second was having to remove the sticky tape from the IV from my rather hirsute arm; ended up with a bald patch and a little fur rug after a whole lot of cussing and fussing.

I had never been sedated before. I mean, I've never even had gas at the dentist. That shit is crazy! Dude squeezes a syringe in my IV, I ask how long does it take, he says about fifteen seconds, I say oh, OK, focus my eyes on one of the monitors hand is shaking my shoulder, wake up, all done. I'm in the recovery area. I am awake. Little loopy, but seriously, boom, nothing in between. Best nap I've ever taken! I felt, saw, heard nothing. Got dressed, checked out, went and got my mushroom reuben and fries on (and at least four glasses of water) since I was starving, and then just chilled around the house before a good night's sleep.

I know a lot of people don't get it done because it's, well... yeah. But I also know that a terrifying amount of young adult men in particular are being diagnosed with colon cancer, whether it's the crap we eat these days or whatever, and you have to catch that shit early, no pun intended. So I guess what I'm saying by sharing this is get it done. Don't put it off. It's really not so bad, and you're sound asleep for the most undignified part of it. 🥔

[swearingcactus]

Things my boyfriend said about Cyberpunk 2077 pt.2

he's finisehd the game now and has more to say on his way out // pt.1

"I'm maxing out all body-related weapons. I am power. I am strength. Violence is not the way. Violence is the *only* way."

(5 min later) "How do i hack."

(about Johnny fucking everyone in his band to keep morale up) "Well, something's up alright but it ain't the morale."

"Kerry kinda tries hard to get laid doesn't he."

"I am also planning to romance Judy." ("You can't, she's a lesbian") "MEEEEEE"

("male v romance options are panam and kerry. female v romance options are judy and river.") "That's it? Ah. Either I get yolo clan is everything. Or power bottom jean..."

(about Grimes as Lizzy Wizzy) "Lizzy is like, full damn chrome. How am I supposed to make head to toe who she is."

"They were married?" (this is about Grimes and Elon Musk, and unrelated to the game, but I thought this was important to include in this list.)

"You're like V. On a quest. But you finally figure it out when your quest is done." (ow??? this was after a personal work rant at home, but OW????)

"Time to ponpon the arasaka mofos."

"Also got plan b, it got a gazzillion ammo. Not sure if glitch or intended." ("Plan B is not gazzillion ammo, it's unlimited ammo, but bullets cost your money.") "FUKC, WHO THE FUCK DESIGNED THIS GUN. NO WONDER IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE."

("Did you not read the gun description?") "Do I look like I read?"

(about his V's mindset) "A nomad is free to do what the fuck he wants."

"I went through 40+ hours of gameplay and just figured out how to decrypt the files yesterday."

("You're breaking that poor man's heart.") "Yep. Not breaking his ass, just his heart."

"I'm like, an eddionaire."

"Silverdick." (unprompted. on a random Tuesday at 2.21 PM)

#cyberpunk 2077 #'you finally figure it out when your quest is done' is such a nausea inducing take on V and he dont even care about the lore #his MEEEE is crying noises if it's not obvious btw #this is coming from a guy who said he wasn't surprised she's a lesbian so like what were u hoping for buddy #his lines about kerry are all very johnny-esque

[armed-with-knitting-needles]

DP Side Hoes Week 2023 Day 2! Wes Weston Revenge! So it looks like I'm incorporating at least some of my side hoes fics into one story. I have done zero planning so we'll see how this goes.

Ao3 Link, then full story.

Tucker stuck his head into one of the library study rooms, making sure it was empty. It was his free period and he was craving some alone time. Danny was being… clingy. 

It made sense. Apparently, the observants had it out for Danny because of that weird future version of himself thing that happened during the CAT. And then Vlad was definitely interested in being the ghost king and anything where Vlad might be involved made them all jumpy. And Tucker suspected that Danny knew how uneasy the idea of having that much power was making him. So, yeah, Danny was being clingy and overprotective and Tucker needed a break from both him and the insanity of a possible kingship that none of them knew the implications of. 

Besides, he felt like a walking armory with how much anti-ghost gear he had on him, so he was pretty sure he was safe. Thank God for cargo pants.  

Sitting down with his PDA and tweaking the school network a bit more would be the perfect way to unwind. Maybe he could work on getting the school security cameras to loop without any fuzz. That would be a nice way to avoid the rest of his life for a bit. 

Tucker saw the shadow of a body slide into the seat across from him just as he was getting into the zone, but purposefully did not look up. This was supposed to be Tucker time. The heat radiating off of it meant it wasn’t Danny and the fact that whoever it was hadn’t immediately assaulted him in some way meant it wasn’t Sam. Maybe if he just buried himself deeper in his tech they would just go away. 

Tucker saw a flash of red hair in the corner of his vision. Damn. He looked up to see Wes Weston sitting across from him. Double damn. There went any hope of decompressing. 

“Foley,” Weston started in that overly accusatory tone he got whenever he thought he had something on Danny, “I heard something rather interesting, yesterday.”

“I’m sure you did, Weston,” Tucker responded, attempting to bury himself back in the sweet data flow of the school intranet while quietly resigning himself to the fact his break was ruined. Wes was always hearing things that were “rather interesting”. It was one of his many character flaws. Wes Weston could take the most benign topic of conversation and turn it into the wildest of conspiracy. It was frankly impressive. 

“You see, I was just minding my own business-” 

Tucker rolled his eyes. Wes was never minding his own business, 

“- walking out of the auditorium after your very sudden concession to Dash - I kind of hate you for that by the way - when I hear some yelling from a supply closet. Do you know what I heard?”

Tucker went very, very still and then breathed all the tension out of his body and tried to look bored. He knew Wes had already caught his slip, but it was a quick save. Project “Gaslight Weston” was still a go regardless of how little good it was doing. Maybe he could turn this into a different kind of tense. Just what did Wes overhear?

“I’m assuming you heard me arguing with Sam and Danny,” Tucker said, hoping he sounded disinterested, “They weren’t thrilled about me conceding to Dash either.” 

“You see,” said Wes, leaning forward conspiratorially, “That’s what I thought, too.” A shiver ran down Tucker’s spine, “but then I decided to listen in and-”

“Hold up,” Tucker said. He needed to salvage this. He should have known better than to think that the fact the hallway was quiet meant they were alone. “You thought I was having a private argument with my friends and decided to listen in? We weren’t even out in the open. Did you just sit there with your ear pressed against the door? What the hell, man?” 

Wes flushed red and Tucker got the distinct feeling that that was exactly what Wes had done. “That doesn’t matter,” Wes sputtered. And yeah, Tucker should have known better. Pointing out how creepy Wes was being never worked. “The point is, I heard you three talking with ghosts! There were definitely more than three of you in there. I heard you arguing going somewhere with them. And the door was glowing. It was creepy.”

So, he hadn’t actually heard that much, just the really loud bits. Good. “Okay. First off, you literally have no reason to think the people we were talking to were ghosts. Se-”

“Ha! But you admit you were talking with someone!” Wes grinned at him like a cat that caught the canary.

Tucker cursed himself. Talking to Wes was a mess. No matter what you said you always ended up talking yourself into a corner. And the whole situation was making Tucker feel cornered as it was. Tucker still didn’t know anything about the whole ghost king thing except he wanted nothing to do with it. Of course, once Wes got even a whiff of it, he’d latch onto it like he’d latched onto the whole Fenton/Phantom thing. Trying to get Wes to let go of anything was a losing game. 

Tucker froze. He had two problems right now and he had just thought of a possible solution for both. Tucker looked under the table and smirked. It would be a nice little revenge for all the trouble Wes gave Danny. Across the table, Wes’s smile faltered.  

The nice thing about the Casper High Library study rooms was they always had a couple of board games and fidget toys on little shelves under the tables. Tucker pulled out Connect Four and placed it carefully on the table. 

The remains of Wes’s smug grin morphed into confusion. “Foley, what the hell?” 

Tucker breathed. He needed to be careful. The rule was he couldn’t lose the throne if he was competing for something else, right? How did he get Wes to play when he wasn’t offering anything?

Tucker started setting up the game. “You have until we finish the game to ask questions.” That was how. 

Wes looked flummoxed and Tucker could appreciate the feeling. This was so far out of the realm of their normal interactions. “I could just leave now,” Tucker said as he finished setting up the board.

“No, no,” Wes said, “I was just surprised, was all. We can play.” Tucker schooled his expression into indifference. 

Tucker picked up a red piece and let it drop into place, paying absolutely no attention to where it landed. Clack. He waited expectantly for Wes’s first question. Wes just sat there with his piece, studying the board like it was a particularly hard math problem. 

“So,” he began, still staring at the board, “Are you going to be truthful for this?” 

Tucker leaned back, “New rule. You take too long to make your move. I’m leaving.”

Wes huffed, “Fine.” Clack. Clack. 

“You still haven’t answered the question.” 

“I’ll be as truthful as I can be without getting anyone hurt.” 

Clack. Clack. 

“Please, I’m not hurting anybody. I just want to expose the truth.”

Clack. Clack. Clack. 

“You are literally trying to convince people my best friend is dead.”

Clack. 

“Yeah, but, like that isn’t going to hurt anyone.”

Clack. Clack. 

“How is that not going to hurt him? He lives with ghost hunters. You’re trying to convince them he’s a ghost.”

Clack. Clack. 

“Yeah, but those are his parents. They aren’t going to hurt him.” 

Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack.

“You don’t know that! You have no idea what Danny’s home life is like. As far as you know, Danny’s parents could immediately turn on him.”

Clack. Clack. 

“Everybody knows that the Fenton’s love their kids. They have literally yelled it into a megaphone.”

Clack. 

“And everybody also knows Jack Fenton wants to tear the ghost boy apart molecule by molecule.”

Clack. Clack. Clack. 

“Leaving that aside,” Tucker continued before Wes could butt in, “Danny’s parents aren’t the only ghost hunters out there.” Clack. Clack. “Think about what the guys in white could do to him.”

Clack. Clack.

“Look, I’m not trying to hurt him-”

“It doesn’t matter if you’re trying to hurt him or not. The fact is, you could get him killed.”

Clack. Clack. 

“He’s already dead! He can’t die again!”

Clack. 

“Even if that were true, -” Clack. Clack. “- and it’s not, -” Clack. Clack. Clack. “- you have no idea how much danger you’re putting him in.”

Clack. 

“Why can’t you just-”

“Argh! How did you win!?” Wes yelled. Tucker jumped a little in his seat and stared at the board. Sure enough, there were four red spaces diagonally in a row on the board. That was not what was supposed to happen. “Grah! This was supposed to be a draw! I didn’t even get to ask any questions. You tricked me!”

Tucker blinked. What? “What do you mean I tricked you? You were supposed to win! I wasn’t even trying!”

Wes narrowed his eyes. “Why would you be trying to lose? I know you were trying to end the game as quickly as possible. And you got me distracted by all that ‘I’ll be as truthful as I can without getting anyone hurt’ nonsense. You were totally trying to trick me!” 

Tucker could feel another Wes induced headache coming on. Why did he ever think this was a good idea? “What could I possibly gain from this? I was doing you a favor!”

Wes’s eyes narrowed further and Tucker felt his stomach drop a little. “No, there’s something you’re trying to hide. You’re just trying to throw me off your trail. And it all has to do with the ghosts you were talking to in the closet.”

Yeah, no. Tucker was done with this. Yeah, they’d be dealing with Wes being extra stalkerish for the next two weeks, but Tucker was not dealing with this situation anymore. 

The chair made a scratching sound against the carpet as he stood up and slung on his backpack. 

Wes looked at him wide eyed for a second before barking, “And just where do you think you’re going?” Tucker got the distinct feeling Wes was repeating something said to him frequently, probably by a parent. 

“I said you had until we finished the game. The game is finished, ergo I’m leaving.” 

With that he walked out the door of the study room and turned right directly into an Observant. The Observant looked unimpressed as Tucker attempted to calm his frantically beating heart.

The Observant gave the closed door to the study room a disgusted look. It was more than a little impressive that a being whose head consisted of a single eyeball could do that. “You wanted to make him the king of all ghosts?” they asked and Tucker could feel the distaste. 

Tucker sighed. “Yeah,” he admitted as he dug around in his pockets for the Fenton Thermos, “That probably wasn’t my best move.”

“I should say-”

Tucker uncapped the thermos and slammed it down on the Observant’s eyeball. The surprise was enough to force the ghost in. It was lucky. Tucker did not want to be seen fighting a ghost in the school library, especially not right after his confrontation with Wes. 

He sighed as he texted the group chat, “1 O in thermos, +1 to the Wes headache counter,” and then put his phone back in his pocket. Danny was going to be super clingy, Tucker might as well get some space while he could. 

#dp side hoes week 2023 #danny phantom #tucker foley #wes weston #ghost king au

[bygeto]

Day Twenty (of a 100)

Couldn't update yesterday bc thunderstorm+powercut=dead phone

What I planned to do

Visit the library, go through Biochemistry lecture notes and then start working on presentation

What I actually did

Looked up articles for my presentation, and scribbled down a few things

What I'm proud of

....

What I have to say

I'm actually so tired, not physically but deep within my bones

And yesterday was just fheisigwkav bc:

The neighbor lady who I usually commute with left me behind so I had to go wait for the bus

I forgot to bring an umbrella so I got rained on at 6 in the morning

I realized I forgot my student id at home (for the first time in forever) so I couldn't enter the library and had to wait on a cold bench bc the cleaner ladies were doing their jobs

When I finally got to enter an unoccupied class the power went out and my phone battery was halfway full bc I didn't charge it the last night bc there was another thunderstorm so now I'm sitting wondering if it'll last the entire day

The school wifi went out along with the power so I can't do anything even if I wanted to bc I don't have lecture slides or anything on my phone (I left my laptop). Plus there's a lesson that's supposed to be on

The power comes back almost an hour later but then after 10 minutes a class starts so I have to switch locations

All the classes in the block I'm in are occupied, it's raining outside so I'm back on the cold bench

While on the bench I get news that the lab I came for is starts at 1 pm it was supposed to start at 11. I also get news that the 7 am online class is postponed to Thursday evening... I could've ate a proper breakfast and came to school at 12.

Atp I don't even want to do anything I'm so demoralized so I wait for the lab (and try to find the articles for the presentation). The lab was an assessment and it was ass, I was spraying medication everywhere, I forgot crucial steps like actually talking to my "patient" , I returned used cotton wool back to my sterile work table WHO TF EVEN DOES THAT?!?! It's just-

So after that I just packed up my shit and went home.

I get home do chores, I plan to yk study at night to make up for the crap day I had. Thunderstorm starts, the power goes out and can't lie I was scared. The rain was heavy, the wind was strong and the thunder was booming like a mf, I was under the blankets wide awake, scared shitless in pitch black darkness ...... Great!

And you know what the saddest thing is, I could've just switched on the lights (bc they are these charge up bulbs that work even when there's no power) and opened a textbook

Any last words

Hope today is better, what a sad way to start the week

And ik there's a lot I could've done with the time and resources I had but my entire day was derailed before it even started, and the minor inconveniences kept stacking up I just got tired.

#100 days of productivity #flop day

[thecluelessdoctor]

Oh yeah funny thing that happened yesterday

Me and my mom went to bestbuy and she got me rambling about LOZ, and I said something about the triforce and she's like "I didn't know there were Jedi in that" M O T H E R I CAN AND W I LL SLAP YOU

I went ramblingthe entire drive home and then I think I confused her with the whole Ganon thing because she was like 'wait isn't he the bad guy??' YESNT.

personally, I think he's just a bastard that cares about his people. He doesn't have a good personality, but he knows how to be a good king. The kingdom of Hyrule forced everyone other than hylian's hand. Part of the sheika broke away, later becoming the yiga clan and joining Ganondorf's cause, and the gerudo attempting to overthrow the hyrulian family.

(I'm sorry if this doesn't make sense, I'm very scatterbrained)

And ofc, over 10,000 years, the true historys get covered up with what Hyrule wants EVERYONE to believe.

I honestly don't think Ganon was out for power, at least not at first. He would go Into power ofc, but he wasn't originally looking for it.

Anyway I've been wanting to ramble about this for so, so, SO long.

*THROWS A YIGA MASK DOWN* I NEED TO TALK ABOUT THESE MFERS I LOVE THEM.

ever since I started playing BOTW like... 3 years ago, I fell in love with the Yiga clan. Not just because their banana loving ninjas lmao, but because the fact I wanted to know how they worked, what it was like and honestly.

TOTK gave me that but I feel they could have done SO much more. they didn't really go to their full potential on these guys and that's just :(.

I think really the only person that knows what ACTUALLY happened 10000 years ago would be Kogha, seeing how he's a direct descendant of one of the original sheika in the Yiga clan.

but even then, it's probably all muttled. But, a thing that leads me to believe this more is the fact he refers to the fact he works under the 'demon' king.

Also they could have done so much more like- I personally think they would be almost like this- mini civilization.

Also,

I'm pretty sure if Hyrule knew they truthz they would feel the same.

Also I'm going to point something a little random out. In TOTK, you can interact with characters in certain outfits and they'll react in different ways, especially in gerudo town. The guards in the kara kara Bazaar say they will strike us down if it weren't for the fact there were people there, even though by law all thieves are to be killed on sight or smt, or the fact after you trigger the Riju of gerudo quest, and go into townz instead of being killed LIKE YOUR SUPPOSED TO, you thrown into the prison. Now this might just be a coincidence, but I think the gerudo might be a bit pitiful to the yiga. Might just be me *shrug*

#BOTW #totk spoilers? #totk theory #zelda totk #totk thoughts #legend of zelda #link #loz totk #tears of the kingdom spoilers #totk yiga #yiga clan #yiga blademaster #master kohga #kohga #age of calamity #yiga footsoldier #sooga #totk ganondorf #ganondorf #botw ganon #ganondrof #tears of kingdom #triforce trio #Yes this might have just been a excuse to talk about my thoughts on TOTK #And talk about the yiga clan #I will forever be a member of this fictional clan

[ashboy-3]

I'm Special to

Written for DannyMay 2023 Prompt: Fantasy Au Fandom: Danny Phantom Characters: Danny, Jazz, Ellie, Sam, Tucker, Jack, Maddie, Vlad Words: 1328 Summary: In a world where everyone is born with a special power young Danny Fenton is born powerless. No one believes him when he says he can see people, they just think it's his imaginary friends until one day his powers are shown in full

“Good morning Liam,” Danny whispered as he waved to a small boy of five, walking through the woods.

“Morning Danny! Did you do anything fun yesterday?” the boy asked.

“Not really. Sam tried to test a new spell on me, but it didn’t really work,” Danny gave a sad shrug.

“What was the spell?” 

“Meh it was nothing,” Danny shrugged the boy off as a voice came through the woods.

“Danny, what are you doing out here? You know it’s not safe,” Tucker, a teen his age asked, a boy and arrow strapped to his back.

“I was just out looking for something,” Danny grumbled.

“Ohh Danny, does he have any food?” Liam asked, tugging on Danny’s sleeve.

“I’ll ask him next time,” Danny whispered to the side as Tucker quirked an eyebrow at him.

“Still talking to the air? C’mon let’s get you home before your sister starts to worry,” Tucker sighed as he dragged the black-haired with him through the woods, Danny giving a sad wave bye to Liam.

“Morning Danny.”

“Morning son.”

“Oh, good Morning Danny,”

The voices greeted the teen as Tucker continued to walk him to his house, Danny replying to all of them.

“Really man hearing voices isn’t good. You know you’re not supposed to act like this in public. What is someone sees?” Tucker asked as he closed the door behind him.

“They were just being friendly,” Danny mumbled.

“I know you think that, but no one can hear the voices but you. We don’t know what they might be telling you,” Tucker said, worry filling his voice.

“Jazz!” Tucker screamed as Danny’s sister came running down the hall, a book floating in front of her.

“Oh, Danny there you are! You were gone this morning and I couldn’t find you. I sent out Ellie but she hasn't come back yet,” Jazz patted him down, making sure he was okay.

“Jazz I’m fine,” Danny rolled his eyes, crossing his arms.

“Found him talking in the woods again,” Tucker informed her.

“Really Danny! You know that’s where the hunters go. Honestly, you have no spells under your belt. You could easily be hurt,” Jazz lectured as Danny flinched at the reminder.

“I get it! I’m not normal like the rest of you! I don’t have any spells or special powers! I wasn’t born to be great! All I can hear are these stupid voices!” Danny yelled, running up the stairs toward his room.

“Danny!” Jazz yelled but was stopped by Tucker putting a hand on her shoulder stopping her.

“Give him some time Jazz. I was told Sam just got done trying a new spell on him?”

“And still nothing. Spells and potions don’t work he can avoid special powers, but nothing will give him power. If only Mom and Dad were here to help,” she said sadly as she stared at the portrait on the wall.

“He’ll be fine. He just needs time,” Tucker promised her. “If I see Elle I’ll let her know that Danny’s back. I gotta get back to work,” Tucker waved bye.

Jazz figured she could give a talk to Danny but as she went up to knock on his door she heard voices, well one voice having a conversation, but she never heard a response.

“You’re not a figment of my imagination are you?” Danny asked.

“Of course not my baby boy. You are as special as your sisters,” a woman with hair as orange as Jazz’s spoke softly, laying his head in her lap.

“Then why can’t anyone find my power? Jazz can read any book ten times faster while retaining all the knowledge, Tucker can shoot any target with an arrow no matter how far away, Sam is an expert potions master and healer, and even Ellie can fly and create a powerful blast from her hands. Everyone is a proper mage but me! I’m just bored! All I have are these stupid voices in my head!” Danny cried.

“My Danny boy stupid! Ha! You’re a Fenton! There’s nothing stupid about Fentons!” a bigger guy with the same hair color as Danny spoke loudly.

“Jack! Now is not the time to be loud!” Maddie scolded her husband.

“No, he’s right. I just have to believe I’m special right?” Danny asked them.

“Of course. I’m feeling sleepy. I’m sorry we can’t stay for longer sweetie. We’ll try to be back tomorrow,” Maddie kissed his forehead as the two disappeared into thin air.

“Ready to go on another adventure badger?” a man as old as Jack asked, he had sharp eyes and silver hair.

“Yeah. Maybe getting out of the house will be good for me,” Danny shrugged, opening his window, and getting ready to sneak out. He would have made it to if Jazz didn’t bust in his room, a letter in her hand.

“Danny we have to get to Sam’s now! It’s Ellie! She’s in trouble!” Danny’s eyes widened as he looked towards his mentor who shook his head yes. With no more pauses the two rushed over to the dark purple hut and saw Ellie lying on Sam’s table, breathing heavily with red pouring out of her.

“What happened?” Jazz asked as Sam turned around, mixing a potion as quickly as she could.

“Bandits. They got her by surprise,” Sam’s sentences were short and quick to the point.

“Hey, Danny. Jazz. I don’t think I’m going to make it out of this one. Lost too much blood before I was bought to Sam,” Elle coughed as more blood poured out.

“Don’t talk. You’ll be fine. She’ll be fine right Sam?” Jazz asked tears in her eyes.

Slamming her hands on the counter the siblings could see her shaking. “I’ve done everything I can. Just enjoy your last few minutes with her,” Sam clenched her fist in anger.

Danny was still frozen but felt a push on his back toward his dying sister. Then in front of him was Vlad who looked at him then at his sister.

“Go on Badger. Put your hands on he heart.” Danny did as he was told, no words coming from his mouth as Jazz looked at him in confusion. “Danny what are you?”

“Push your life force into hers. You can do it Daniel,” Vlad placed a hand on top of his, showing him the correct movement. Let the life flow from your fingers into her heart,” Vlad instructed as Danny closed his eyes and the two girls saw gree flow from his fingertips into his dying sister.

Then a powerful shock came inbetween the two and Danny was thrown into a wall and Ellie was sitting up.

“What happened?” she asked, holding her hands.

“Ellie?” Jazz asked, taking a step forward.

“Who else?” she asked with an eye roll as Danny stood up in shock, looking at his hands in wonder. “And who’s that?” she pointed to where Vlad was standing.

“You can see him?” it was almost a whisper from Danny.

“Of course, she can young badger. She now holds some of your life. Some of your power. This makes her able to see all of us that she couldn’t see before,” Vlad explained to the two.

“Ellie your eyes?” Danny pointed.

“What’s wrong with my eyes?” she asked touching her face.

“Their green,” Jazz noticed as she turned on Danny. “What did you do?” 

“I only did what Vlad told me to do!” he said panicked.

“Who’s Vlad?” Jazz asked as Ellie put a hand on her older sister's shoulder.

“Jazz I don’t think Danny’s crazy. I think he’s had the power all along. Danny can see ghosts and save those on the verge of death,” Ellie smiled as Jazz’s eyes widen in disbelief.

Later that night we saw the small family of three happily enjoying a family meal like they used to when they were little. Apologies were given and for the first time in a long time, everyone went to sleep happy.

#dannymay2023 #DannyMay 2023 #danny fenton #danny phantom #fantasy au #jazz fenton #maddie fenton #jack fenton #vlad plasmius #sam manson #tucker foley #Dani with an I #Their siblings in this #charcter death

[asachuu]

I was going to post this yesterday as soon as I became aware of the new update, but I forgot about it and passed out. The sentiment is the same today as it has been for the past few months, though, and thank goodness I’m a bit more awake for this because there are…things to say.

I mostly reserve from some kind of lengthy, in-depth commentary because I genuinely don’t have the time or ability to go through Fifteen and the manga separately to point out even half of the most general things that are so incredibly jarring, all I’ll say is just. Why.

I would have complained about this ages ago already, had I not been entirely convinced I’m just losing my mind and I��m seeing things that aren’t there, given the manga does follow a lot of the dialogue of the light novel as opposed to its abysmal anime adaptation, but I suppose it is common knowledge that when you’re drawing a manga, or really any kind of story with both a text and visual element, the readers will not be focusing exclusively on the text. The visuals are just as important, if not more at times, and they can heavily change the feeling or mood of said story. With that being said, I think you can understand what I’m trying to get at here, and more specifically, why I’m very tired seeing yet another adaptation imply Arthur is some kind of cold-hearted monster to be feared even by the audience. I won’t be using any specific examples beyond this point, but all I’ll say is that I’ve had this in the drafts since the moment I saw the panels of Arthur getting accused of betraying the organization, somehow managing to get the text correct and yet make him look either completely lifeless or annoyed, as if he weren’t confused or clueless at all, unlike what the LN itself states. It just went downhill from that very moment, and for a hot minute, I convinced myself that the panels at the end of the same chapter were him either panicking or just giving up upon being found out and having that emphasized through the artwork, but looking at everything that ended up following, I don’t think that was actually meant to be the case, I think he was meant to look more deranged than sorrowful in those parts— and every other part in which this was supposed to be the opposite, that too.

This is not to say I have an issue with the artstyle itself, as that’s mostly the element emphasizing it, I believe everything could have been done so much better— with it, no less— but since this manga, and subsequently the style, has been so heavily focused on every single dark aspect that isn’t even there half the time, just like in Arthur’s interrogation by Dazai, exaggerating the wrong things to no end, that’s not the case right now. I’m not here to say Fifteen isn’t full of dark subjects and situations, it absolutely is, but they’re not everywhere all the time, and especially not in relevance of Arthur as an antagonist. I don’t know if it’s the fault of a concept that every BSD antagonist just has to invoke terror no matter what, the fault of focusing too much on Arthur’s power to the point it overshadows the character beneath it and renders him irrelevant, or the artist took some inspiration from our dearest beloved BSD anime season 3 and just decided to drag it in the same exact direction using different approaches, but needless to say, it really isn’t…that much better at the moment, and considering none of this is going to get remade, it simply won’t be.

Perhaps that’s a harsh judgement on my part, but again, the dialogue truly isn’t everything. Season 3 discarded it altogether and took their own spin on everything that was going on, ultimately creating a completely different piece of media than what Fifteen actually was, and even though the manga didn’t do the same, trying to hold onto the source material for once, I’m not going to even try to pretend that anyone would read it and come out thinking Arthur was meant to be a tragic character who found himself on the completely wrong path that ultimately led to his inevitable demise— no, everyone would immediately assume he’s a horrifying force of destruction who does everything in his own favor, no matter the cost, without any regard for anyone other than his lost partner. I am yet to see the end of the fight between him, Chuuya and Dazai, as well as the section where he reveals his past, but having seen what impact it had in BSD S3— even ignoring all the bits they cut out— I don’t have any hope that it’ll make him seem a bit more likable for those who don’t really enjoy heavily implied morally corrupt villains. And hey, I’ll admit I love those myself, but Arthur is not one of them, never was and never will be, and to portray him as such is to once again erase the very foundations of him in the original novels. I truly wouldn’t mind if that were the actual antagonist of Fifteen, but it just isn’t, and two entire adaptations so far seem to be dead set on making him into such a thing.

Honestly, with both this and S3, I’m not even surprised people are slowly starting to fall back into misinterpreting Arthur as a character completely, and although that technically never went away, from what I’ve seen, this is certainly not going to do anyone any favors. No wonder some people seem to believe he chose to become a government agent for near to no reason, had zero remorse about both his job or the events of Fifteen, is nothing more than one half of an assassin duo with nothing redeemable about either of them, and sure, I can blame this on many different things, but at this point, I’m sure these adaptations are just as responsible for it, because let’s not lie to ourselves— in a choice between reading a book, a manga or watching an anime, the first will often be people’s last resort, and while in the past, I could have dreaded a wave of anime-only people never having read the LN and running with those events as original canon, now I get to dread manga-only people as well, if not a combination of both, which is just amazing for those who want their beliefs about Arthur being a total psychopath to be solidified. Not for the rest of us, though.

Keep in mind that none of this is meant as some kind of personal attack or insult to Hoshikawa-san themselves, this is just my personal frustration with yet another thing which looked promising, but ultimately got shoved back onto the pile of Fifteen adaptations and interpretations which for some reason seem to despise Fifteen’s Arthur as a character, else he wouldn’t have been disregarded over and over.

Anyway, I hope I won’t have to come back here to add more things later because this really isn’t meant to be a dissection, but that’s my take on this whole manga so far. If I am to say something good about it for a change, at least it does actually try to keep some remains of the original LN in it, and new official art of Arthur is something I’ll begrudgingly appreciate, but I really can’t say I’m particularly overjoyed when the outcome of it won’t be much different to the outcome of S3 regardless.

#I could’ve predicted this from the day they took away Arthur’s blanket #I will never be over that let it be known I will fight for the sake of Arthur’s lost blanket #bungou stray dogs #bsd fifteen #bsd manga #bsd arthur rimbaud #randou #asachuu #if only I had the time and skill #I would try to redraw every scene Arthur appears in

[uhgood-girl]

people are having a lot of interpretations on the line jk used in his apple music interview my views were different but messed not clear when he said I will never cross the lines with armys which a singer or artist should maintain everyone taken it as he is saying he will not use them for his benefit, sexual desires, hook up nd all crap they assumed but I don't think he want to say that can u please explain ur point of view not share it please.

hi anon, i hope you can forgive that i'm not sure how to answer this without sharing it? maybe i was supposed to post about it unprompted but to be perfectly honest, the quote in question didn't stick out to me at all before this.

i personally haven't seen any discourse over it either and am confused as to why there would be any as it seems within the lines of the normal boundary setting most of the members have done at some point or another to me.

but to be fair to you and this ask, i went back and watched it again just to make sure i didn't miss anything. the section being discussed starts around 26:13 and ends around 27:40 and in summary the interviewer asks jk about the special relationship bts have with army, how unique and symbiotic it is and what is jk's favorite part about this dynamic. jk answers that he agrees it's very special and how it's important to him personally to continue to try and have "authentic and comfortable" convos with army that show a real version of him. he adds the disclaimer that he knows that there's a line that shouldn't be crossed between performer and audience and he won't cross it but he wants to be our "friend" as much as he can.

so, do i think the "line" he has no intention of crossing here refers to not using army for his benefit/sexual desires/hook ups? uh, no, i'm with you anon, i don't think that's what he meant at all. but not because that line doesn't exist for him, i think it does, but like, that goes without saying, right? assuming jk is a decent human being who would never use his fame or money to unfairly take advantage of anyone, which is something i hope we're all on the same page about here as i don't know why anyone would ever willingly be a fan of someone they thought with high probability would do such a thing, would that not be saying the quiet part out loud? is there some group of genuinely delusional y/n's in a foxhole some where needing this spelled out still? (rhetorical, please don't make me think about saesangs today)

i put quotations around the word "friend" up there because at the end of the day, there will always be a (needed) barrier between idol/artist/performer and fan and jk can't really be our friend in the true sense of the word, which he's aware of. the nature of this type of relationship as a whole already maintains a weird, fluctuating power imbalance between both parties as one cannot exist without the other and you won't get very far, on the artist side of things especially, without understanding this.

but jk has kind of, sort of already crossed some "lines" with us in how willing he has been to show and share so much of himself with us, over the last year, in particular. in case you just fell off the turnip truck yesterday, as my very southern grandmother would say, getting to witness someone as famous and untouchable as jk chilling in real time in their home and bed even, is highly unusual. most celebrities with that level of status wouldn't be caught dead sharing something like that and understandably so, tbh, as most fans couldn't handle that level of intimacy with their idol. hell, a lot of people who consider themselves fans these days apparently can't handle it either, which makes me very sad and tbh how dare you potentially ruin the trust so many of us have spent years building up with them. rude. taking things for granted is how you lose them and the special relationship bts and army share only stays special with effort, but i digress.

i think jk's disclaimer here was an assurance that he's very aware of what he has chosen to share could be perceived by some as having already gone too far but that his boundaries are still firmly in place. "authentic and comfortable" are a priority to him but he's not going to exceed our shared comfort zone. he may be a lot more candid than some, say seokjin, who may as well be an international man of mystery for as much as he's willing to show off the clock in comparison, but jk knows what he's doing. and considering how young he started and how long he's been in the spotlight, he seems exceptionally well adjusted and savvy overall at navigating these extremely tumultuous waters, imo.

anyway, respect your artists as human beings and know your own fan boundaries, folks. there's always some nuance to be had, especially on a site like this where it's a mostly contained bubble for us, the audience, to throw around our fiction and theories and odes to how beautiful they all are but when you leave this space with any of that (minus the odes, maybe) and put it in front of these very real people in question, you've gone too far. don't be that asshole. everyone despises that asshole. (including said artists! they're never going to say it that frankly but i will ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

#jeon jungkook #bts jungkook #jungkook apple interview #uhgood-ask #jungkook