#🧭 you were loved

[pirataimperatix]

Peroration

@wintermulitplied

“Nem fogsz visszajönni.” (You will not be coming back.) Liliána accused, tears already glistening in her eyes. Her mother's silence was an admission on its own, causing helpless anger and fear burst from and coat her heart.

“Apa haldoklik, és te is itt hagysz.” (Dad is dying and you will leave me too.) The daughter of the Devil and Sea hissed through a curtain of tears, cutting straight to the point, just as she learned

“Kislányom-” (My little girl-) Rozália tried before an another outburst cut her off

“Meghalni jobban szeretsz, mint engem!” (You love dying more than me!) Liliána's black pearl eyes flashed dangerously; truly the perfect combination of them.

“Ha ez igaz lenne, akkor visszamentem volna az országba, amit egyszer hazának hívtam.” (If that had been true, I would've gone back to the country, that once I called homeland.) Rozália dismissed that belief sharply “Te nem látod a gyásztól, de én igen. Lassulok, kislányom. Érzem.” (You cannot see it from the grief, but I do. I'm getting slower, my little girl. I feel it.) The Duelist -no longer the best since the title was won by Liliána five years ago- Captain, the Empress of the Caribbean admitted

“Ne akard anyád lógni látni. És azt se kívánd, hogy az emberek elveszítsék a tiszteletet, mert öregszem. Mi történne veled, amikor széttépik a holttestem? Hogyan gyászolnál és lépnél a helyembe egyszerre, tiszta tudattal?” (Don't want to see your mother hanged. And don't wish people losing their respect for me because I'm getting old. What would happen to you when they are tearing my dead body apart? How could you grieve and step into my place at the same time, with a clear mind?) By now Rozália was holding her sobbing child, desperately clinging to her mother the very last time.

Her arms equally as tight around her, this wasn't a decision that she made easy. Continuing after losing James was an entirely different kind of agony, now Jack also at the door of death...she couldn't let him go through it alone. No matter how her other instincts and part of her soul screamed at the thought of separating from Liliána, this decision, in this world ensured her survival. Both pirates and empires feared her, her fleet. She can't allow a change in that state. Cannot allow to risk her daughter.

“Mindennél jobban szeretlek, utolsó gondolatom is te leszel. Gyászolj, majd lépj helyembe. Tudom, hogy képes vagy rá. Búcsúzz el apukádtól, biztos hiányzol neki.” (I love you more than anything, my last thought will be you as well. Grieve, then step into my place. I know you're capable. Say goodbye to your dad, I'm sure he misses you.) Kissing her tears away Rozália slowly parted, no matter how her heart twisted at the movements. How she had to bite her lips with sharp gold sewing them shut after Liliána's I love you too mom, to prevent herself from calling after her to reassure, to hug, to cry. She stood until she disappeared from sight and decided to visit the graveyard.

“We're coming James. You don't have to wait long.” One might mistake this lush part of the bay for an oasis instead, vivid green leaves and uncountable kinds, colors of flowers lined the crescent land. It disappeared during high tide, the sea taking all gifts left by relatives, friends. It was the cemetery of the old Vihar crew as well; her whole family and their memory rested here.

She couldn't bear the thought of throwing them into the sea, but eventually they became sailors, pirates, especially James. This was a compromise, a tiny cheat of habits, as most of them eventually found love and children even. And Rozália had to be able to visit them.

“I miss you. Have been ever since; like I'm not complete.” hands now marred by tiny wrinkles traced gently the wooden albatross, Jack's latest gift.

Two years, yet it felt as it happened yesterday. Even at 62, Rozália led every attack and defense with the Vihar, a living legend of that age still the best, the first to arrive, the last the leave the battlefield. She wasn't fast enough. It was too late when she noticed the man charging at her with the bayonet already within too close range to evade. But James managed to be faster, killing the man while metal burrowed deep into his body. The fleet switched to defense, Jack soaring across ships to reach his husband. World seemed to stop as the two of them cradled the ex Admiral, who even in death joked: why wouldn't he not do that? He would've gone mad if he only had Jack as company. James Norrington fell in battle, succumbing to his injuries in the arms of those who loved him the most.

Of course Rozy tracked down the source of the attack and burned Port Royal to ashes, the scale of mayhem, the raw insanity in her vicious eyes rekindling the stories of the Hungarian Devil. Those tales mentioned nothing of her anguish. “I'm sorry.” and she didn't know what she was apologizing for, only shifted in the sand, kneeling hurt, so did walking. No matter the mobility aids, herbs; she permanently ruined her knees with her inhumane fencing style. About that, she had no regrets and would do the same even if she knew where it led.

“I love you. We're coming.” one last loving kiss against the sun warmed wooden albatross, her fingers parting with difficulty.

“Barátaim, családom. Mindent köszönök. Itt ér véget a történet, de a legenda századokig megmarad. Megtiszteltetés volt veletek lenni.” (My friends, my family. Thank you for everything. Here is where the story ends, but the legend will stay for centuries. It was an honor being by your side.) The Captain stood tall, emerald eyes glassy at her goodbye to the legendary Vihar crew, the family who saved her decades ago.

Captain Jack Sparrow's last journey. Picking the crew for this voyage took a day, the most trustworthy and in a way pure hearted sailors allowed on board of the Black Pearl, his ringed fingers resting on the railing of the quarterdeck. Sharp eyes overseeing the bustling of pirates under his command. Both him and Rozália giving a last hug to Liliána, their miracle. One last shout of ‘I love you!’ ringing together before the sails unfurled gracefully. They were out of sight when she collapsed sobbing.

Rozália felt before she saw him join her, salty spray of the sea restoring some of his vitality. He took her in, one last time basking in sunlight. By now few strands of silver woven in her short, unruly hair, haven't lost the slightest from her towering height nor danger laced charisma and there was still plenty dynamic strength within. Her eyes the same pure color but ultimately not the same ones he used to get lost in. Something changed after James and he couldn't blame her for it. Perhaps he was the same way.

His time seemed to arrive, sneak in unnoticed, brushed off as exhaustion after a long day, blamed on age, until everything was harder, harder and then impossible. Something icy settled in his chest along with the knowledge. Still, he faced it with all his remaining dignity, he had done this before, although the beast was...vastly different than what was coming.

“You're beautiful Love.” he smiled at last, well aware every moment was his last

“So are you, Love.” dexterous fingers gently squeezed his, raw sincerity dripping from her words.

The sun dimmed slowly, the piercing pain especially in her right knee flaring told Rozália what was ahead. And she couldn't think of a more fitting final stroke to their grand epos told by many future generations to come. The wind was picking up, the crew about finishing tying every sail in position, longboats ready. A little boy just arrived back with rum, his face gleaming when Jack asked him for it. He didn't know he brought the legendary Captain his last drink, only knew his kindness and playful ruffle of his hair as thank you.

The darkened sky was the indicator, final glances at the Captain as the deck eventually emptied, boats slowly distancing from the Pearl and the storm she was about to go into.

“Maradsz, ugye?” (You're staying, don't you?) Jancsi, the last one of the Vihar crew fought with his tears at the realization. He didn't need a yes as confirmation, he should've known she simply couldn't live without him.

“Vigyázz a lányomra, amíg gyászol.” (Take care of my daughter while she grieves.) Rozália issued her last command, causing the emotional barrier breaking in the now 55 year old man, shattering further when he felt her hug farewell. His head burying in her shoulder and cried softly as if he was a little boy again.

“Megtiszteltetés volt minden perc.” (Every minute was an honor.) He eventually managed to choke out, his life flashing against his eyes from the first moment he sneaked onto the rescue ship

“Úgyszintén.” (Likewise.) Rozália kissed his cheek before letting go of her first mate. “Elboldugolok majd a hajóval egyedül?” (Can I man the ship alone?) she asked softly

“Igen. Minden...jól van. Biztosan- biztosan-” (Yes. Everything...is well. It will surely- it will surely-) Jancsi simply couldn't finish that sentence. Not if he wanted to avoid a complete breakdown.

“Jó. Ne keressetek minket, se a hajót. A Vihar és a Végzet flotta új kapitánya Liliána Thalassa Véghváry és te vagy az első tisztje.” (Good. Don't look for us, nor for the ship. The Vihar and the Végzet fleet's new Captain is Liliána Thalassa Véghváry and you are her first mate.) She named her successor, put her in the arms of the very few she trusted. Jancsi stood straighter at the well known news, she could see he would go any lengths to protect her.

“Viszlát...Rozália.” (Goodbye...Rozália.) One last tight hug as farewell before the man descended into the last boat, cradling his chest where the warmth of her touch lingered.

With a heavy sigh, she turned, not surprised to see Jack glaring at her.

“You're still here.” an acknowledgement with no surprise behind it. She knew he suspected her plan all along and only didn't try to change it because he wouldn't be able to convince her to leave.

“Do I look like a ferryman to you? Who will only lead you to the door and not through it?” Rozália challenged, noting his sickly pale complexion and shivers with the weather change

“Does Lili...” he choked, those eyes still burning with life

“She knows. She will fully understand later. This wasn't a choice I made on the whim or with an easy heart, Jack. I cannot live any longer. Especially not without you.” by now only they remained so she allowed her pained limp to show before she embraced her soulmate.

“Retire to your cabin, Captain. Wait for me. There was a reason why James' speech missed the ‘till death do us part’. Because not even death can or will separate us.” Rozália smiled, supporting him all the way to the door with a shattering heart. “Rest. I will join shortly.”

The Black Pearl tossed around like a toy among the abyss waves, both the sea and the downpour flooding the deck. Her hair wildly whipping in the wind and she refused to give up her fight with the helm, driving the prized ship further into the vicious storm, perhaps the worst she had seen. Tightly corded muscle fought with the very strength of the sea, defiant, no matter how many times she was knocked from her feet. At last the course and outcome set in stone. The Devil turned her head towards the pitch dark sky and roared one last time, fangs bared, lightning flashing in the storm like her swords did.

She turned her back to the elements to wrestle herself through the cabin door, water already ankle deep.

“Jack?” she called, her heart settled when she saw the slight raise of his head. Shaking her soaked coat off, slicking her hair out of her face, she immediately joined him, her soulmate in her arms' gentle yet protective hold. Still, she winced as the Pearl's hull groaned, drawing a fond smile from Jack.

“Just look at me darlin’. Nowhere to else. Look at me.” Rozália could hear the plea underneath the comfort, draping her body closer till they couldn't be told apart. Light...not from outside but...the ghost wings she had seen plenty times on him. Golden sparrow wings were dimming rapidly, his body more and more lax in her hold.

“Jack, Jack stay with me a little longer. Please hold out just a little longer. I know you can.” saltwater from her hair mixed with tears at the sight of her dying soulmate, just one last look. A few more moments. His eyes gently fluttered open, some of the glow returning to the wings but not steadily.

“Anythin’ for you.” his easy smile made her bring their foreheads together, her only relief that she will follow him soon.

The sea seemed to still, the raging storm pausing noticeably enough for her head to jerk up; did she accidentally navigate into the eye of the storm? The water now lapping at the bed trembled and morphed into a familiar shape.

“You know what happens now, do you?” Calypso, the Goddess asked, melancholy heavily tinting her accented voice. Rozália only could nod carefully cradling Jack's head

“His time has come. Yours, no.” the Goddess' glare bore into the woman who outright denied her in response.

“Yes it did. I lived on my own terms. I will die the same way. And I decided I will, today, with him. I am in control of my fate.” she sit straighter, emerald fire burning in her eyes, rebellious, strong, undeterred and unapologetically fierce.

“Be it then.” Calypso sighed, not bothering hiding the pain at the sight of the soulmates about to perish in each other's arms “I will make it quick.”

“Wait!” Rozália cried suddenly, before she could sink back to the ruthless sea she emerged from. The urgency in her voice making her pause with a piercing gaze.

“Thank you. For Liliána. For Jack. For giving me a true second chance to live. For granting us this death. Please sometimes look towards our daughter, she's also yours.” her throat was closing in, overflowed with emotions, fragments of her life

“Bring us under. Don't let anyone find the Pearl...or us.” Jack rasped his last request

“Fine. Farewell Sparrow and Phoenix.” with the lingering cryptic message, the goddess dissolved into droplets, back into the depths she had risen from.

“Rozy...your...wings” Jack whispered and for the first time she also saw them. Enormous phoenix wings arched gracefully from her back, closing around him protectively. They burned bright, with ferocious intensity, his glow nowhere near hers but at least steady. “I'm sure I didn't drink enough rum to see” the signature hand gesture at his own ones “this”

Calypso's gift. It was unsaid, along with the fact they only had moments remaining. Her lips on his soft, careful and passionate “Szeretlek.” (I love you.) Rozália said with a teary, loving smile. Safe in her wings, shielded by the rage of the world, Jack reached for her face, strength dissipating from him with every lazy heartbeat. Unlike her, he couldn't call a language his own, unless...“Én is téged.” (I love you too.) A kiss with his last breath.

The sea seemingly split open, waves reaching mountain heights, accompanied by the largest lightning ever cutting across the sky they crashed down the Black Pearl, bringing it down to its final rest and extinguishing the two burning souls.

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Liliána Thalassa Véghváry was just as feared and respected as her mother was. As her fathers were. She fenced like Rozália and James combined did, navigated better than Jack and led people just as effectively. The sea what ultimately claimed her parents seemingly always favoring her, almost akin to an apology. Despite Jancsi's tremendous support, there were still times when the agony became unbearable to keep locked within. After a sleepless night, she stumbled to the deck of the Vihar at the very crack of a misty dawn and screamed silently with tears like translucent pearls sliding from her cheeks, soaked up by the wood.

Eventually, she rose, straightened just like they would've wanted. In the distance she noticed a ship...not a traditional one, more akin to the Flying Dutchman? Flinging herself against the railing, Liliána stared at the three figures standing united on the deck. Bright seafoam, blazing emerald, brilliant black pearl eyes looked at her tenderly, full of pride and love.

[starrynightzcollective]

system ask game, because i'm bored!

PART 1: BRAIN MADE ALTERS

💫 - do you have a face claim? if so, what is it, and how'd you find it? ⭐ - do you have a "theme song", or a song you think describes you? 🌟 - what's your voice claim, if you have one? ✨ - do you have any friends or family in the system? 🌜 - did you form with any pseudo memories, despite not having a direct source?

PART 2: INTROJECTED ALTERS

🌾 - do you like your source? if so, does it bring you comfort? 🌱 - do you feel connected to your source, or more separate? 🌿 - do you have any pseudo memories? are there any you'd like to share, if so? 🍃 - what are your opinions on interacting with source mates? ☘ - do you look like or sound like your source?

PART 3: HEADSPACE

🍓 - does your headspace have layers to it? if so, how many? 🍒 - is your headspace big, small, or somewhere in between? 🍎 - was your headspace there when you first discovered you were a system, or did you have to make/build it? 🍉 - has your headspace changed over time, or has it generally stayed the same? 🍑 - do your alters have their own spaces/rooms?

PART 4: DISCOVERY RELATED QUESTIONS

🛑 - how old were you when you first discovered your system? 🚧 - do you remember who was host when you discovered your system? are they still host now? 🚨 - have roles within your system changed a lot since you first discovered your system? ⛽ - how did you discover you were a system? 🧭 - were there any obvious signs that you were a system before your discovery? feel free to send any of these asks in/our way as well! have fun lovelies!

[a-cat-in-toffee]

I don't know why I did this.

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🍒 ch3rich3rry Follow

omggg I need to stop hyperfixating on red/blue ship UGH

🍒 ch3rich3rry Follow

THIS POST IS ABOUT WISPSTYLE NOT FUCMING VOLTRON

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Anonymous asked: omg wait is DC and wisperers ship name actually wispstyle? that's so cute

YEAH!!! they're super cute dude I love them so much

⭐️ ten-dollar-bananas Follow OKAY BUT HAVE YOU SEE THE WAY THE WISPERER LOOKS AT VIRION HELLOOOOO

🍒 ch3rich3rry

ohmygod this post has nothing to do with you you have your own corner of the fandom!!!! I thought we were done having ship discourse

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what if you two kissed

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🎲 glaring-gambler Follow

didn't expect to see PD ship discourse on the dash today but

#oh hey rattusrattus we thought you were dead

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🎸 trapped-in-hell Follow

RATTUSRATTUS WE THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD

🐀 rattusrattus Follow

alive and well 👍

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🐀 rattusrattus Follow

I much prefer Tumblr to Twitter, I saw someone get publicly executed for shipping the Prime Defenders together the other day.

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EXECUTED ?!?!

🐀 rattusrattus

Yeah, that's what happen when you get canceled. They cancel you.

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does anybody remember pdspotter. what happened to them

🍕 pdspotter Follow

i do :(

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🍕 pdspotter Follow

when will my husband (the prime defenders) return from war (dropping off the face of prime)

🍕 pdspotter

OMG. HOLY SHIT. PD SPOTTED

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Prime Defenders spotted in the downtown New Haven area working with a freelance hero!

Days since last spotting: I've lost count!

#pd spotted! #hero spotted! #guest appearance! #HOLY SHIT ???? GUYS IS MY HUSBAND (the group of heros I'm attatched to) BACK FROM WAR???

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I don't mean this as like. discourse. but what is the appeal of hero shipping

🪲 getmeoutofthewater

not ypu tidalwave fandom I love you guys this is about prime defenders

🎲 glaring-gambler Follow

[A blurry photo of DC and the Wisperer standing next to eachother after the flesh battle, covered in blood.]

🪲 getmeoutofthewater

of all the responses I've gotten I think this is the only one which has swayed me

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wispstyle this virisp that WHAY ABOUT SOLSTYLE.....

#idk virion and wisperes ship name sorry moots that like them

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Anonymous asked: who???? is rattusrattus???????

blog that shitposts abt pd a lot lmao theyre sort of a cryptid. they recently came back

🐀 rattusrattus Follow

Fianlly out of the building.

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WELCOME BACK KING ❤️❤️❤️

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why are we shipping child soldiers

🥰 aestheticsandassthetics

walks out of the notes covered in blood. nevermind.

#delteing this post omg

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Prime Defnders spotted? Winnebago seen driving through New Haven!

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oh yeah sorry that's my blorbo

🍕 pdspotter

WAS ANYONE GONNA TELL ME THERE WAS AN ACCOUNT TRACKING LE FROG OR WAS I JUST SUPPOSED TO FIND THEM IN MY NOTES

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Le Frog is in New Haven :)

#frogger #hopping around #hiii pd spotter

[wilbursprincess]

Vampirebur smut fic,,, He loves to mark territory with bites and suckers, In addition to the fact that he feeds lightly on his partner during sex, I have no proof but no doubt either

~🧭

“You’re On Your Period?”

Vampirebur x Female Reader

Warnings: Lots of mentions of blood, biting, temperature play (if you squint???), oral sex (F receiving), masturbation

Honestly, is this gross? Yes. Is this cliche? Yes. But do I love it? Yes. Good one, 🧭 anon. Good one.

Please please please skip this if you don’t like blood! It’s kind of off-putting unless you’re really into this stuff lol.

Fic below cut!

I sigh happily, nestling into my boyfriend’s side. True, dating a vampire was a little weird. It took time to get used to his pale, grey-tinged skin, and him never sleeping… and the biting. The biting was new, yet oh-so-welcome.

Wilbur sniffs, eyes widening. “Baby? Are you on your period?”

“The last time I checked, no,” I reply, snuggling closer to him. “Why?”

“I can smell blood,” he murmurs, rolling me off him and peering between my thighs. “Oh, fuck yes,” he whispers, rubbing his face against my clothed pussy. “You’ve bled all over your panties.”

I sit up, peering down to see he’s right. “Shit,” I groan, starting to get out of bed when he stops me. “What are you doing?”

“Please let me eat you out,” he says, red eyes pleading with me from between my legs. “Please, sweetheart. I’ll make you feel so good, I promise.”

“I mean, if you really want t-“

Before I can react, Wilbur whips off my panties, swirling his tongue around my clit, sucking on it lightly.

“So good,” he murmurs against me, fumbling to pull his pants and boxers off. I watch, practically open-mouthed, as he wraps my panties around his cock, stroking himself with them.

Ok, forget dating a vampire being a little weird. This has gotten much weirder. But why am I… enjoying this?

He’s never been this enthusiastic about eating me out, flicking his tongue and licking wherever he can reach. He pushes his tongue inside me, as far as he can reach, making me gasp and tug his hair.

My head’s going fuzzy from the pleasure radiating out, feeling Wilbur’s teeth sinking into my inner thighs and sucking marks alongside them. His hands are pale and cold, two fingers slipping inside me to add to the pleasure. The cold against the heat inside me is otherworldly, the mix of temperatures making me buck my hips up and try and ride his long, icy fingers.

The sight of my boyfriend’s face covered in blood isn’t even off putting anymore, ghostly pallor offset by the crimson dripping down his chin. Wilbur’s still getting himself off with my blood-soaked panties, his groans and soft moans making me throb.

He laps up the blood dripping down my thighs, both from his bites and my period, sighing in pleasure as he sinks his teeth in again. I look a bit like I’ve sat on a cheese grater, but there’s no way I want this to stop.

“You taste so good,” Wilbur says, voice muffled by my thighs. “I’ve never tasted blood like yours before.”

The combination of his tongue on my clit, fingers curled inside me, and watching him jerking off finally hits me, and I scream out his name, bucking my hips into his face as I hit my climax. Wilbur just takes it, softly licking me through my high.

I’m too exhausted from our activities to react as he stands up in front of me, spilling sticky white all over my stomach as he sighs in pleasure.

“I didn’t think you were into blood that much,” I murmur sleepily. “Can you throw me that towel?”

Wilbur shakes his head, wiping off my stomach with his discarded shirt and opting to clean up my bloody thighs with his tongue instead.

“How long do your periods last?” He asks between gentle licks.

“About a week,” I respond sleepily. “Why?”

“Can we do this for the next week, then?” I can’t help but smile at Wilbur’s excited face. “Please?”

[thelittlestspider]

horror themed writing ask game

🧭 - what would your character do if they got lost in another dimension/world/universe/timeline? do they try to go home? do they even want to?

🏚 - what would your character do if their house was haunted? are they haunting their house? does the house reflect their state of mind, or does the house love/hate them and vice versa?

🪞 - what would your character do if faced with an evil doppelganger? would they run away, fight? is the doppelganger a reflection of their inner fears?

☄️ - what would your character do in an apocalyptic event?

🌃 - what would your character do if they were trapped in a labyrinthine city that's alive?

🔮 - if your character had a dream they or a loved one was going to die a horrible death (that is probably inevitable), what would they do?

📼 - if your character found a cursed videotape, would they play it? how would they get rid of the curse? can they?

⚰️ - if your character lost a loved one, what would they do? would they grieve and move on? try to bring them back? cling to their remains?

🔦 - would your character go investigate that spooky noise? the local ghost story? cryptid? that rash of murders in town?

🩸 - if confronted with a monster, would they romance them, befriend them, fight them, run away, kill them? something else?

🏕 - if there was a camp or woods infamous for a string of murders or disappearances, would your character still go camping there? or are they there to investigate? why are they investigating? (documentary, former survivor, etc.)

🕰 - what would your character do if they were stuck in a time loop?

🪚 - what would happen if you put two of your characters in a saw trap maze together?

[fairyniceyeah]

🧭🐰🐿️Day 28: "Say something!"

Numb/Cold Shoulder/Gag

@juneofdoom

Day 27: "Who did this to you?" - Alternate

Part One: Day 26: "Don't lie to me!"

Summary: Han explains to Minho why he was so hurt and finds out why Minho was so angry earlier.

CW: emeto, mention of arguments

Whumpee: HAN/Jisung

Sickie: Lee Know/Minho

Caretaker: HAN/Jisung + Bang Chan

That day was tense to say the least. 

Han hated it whenever everything Stray Kids stood for - unconditional love, self-less kindness and devoted friendship - turned into petty arguments and hate for stupid reasons. 99% of their in-group fights were just that: misunderstandings and pettiness caused by exhaustion and lack of sleep. They were all bound to snap at some point, it just happened.

They would make up and everything was fine.

But today was awful. There was apprehension in the air - the kind of feeling that arose in herbivores when carnivores were close. Like they were waiting for the big drop.

Next to the apprehension though, what was even worse in Han’s opinion, was the coldness they showed each other. He was glad for the support by the members, of course he was, but seeing Changbin, Seungmin, Jeongin and even Hyunjin, who hadn’t even seen the argument, give Minho the cold shoulder and Minho returning the ignorance was strange.

If Han wasn’t so angry at Minho he would have tried to break it off, the whole situation making him anxious. But he was Han Jisung, known for fighting even if he hated that Stays knew that about him and hating that he couldn’t stop his own anger and pettiness. So he also ignored Minho unless a camera was on them. Still, he doubted any of the behind the scenes recordings were airable.

Only Felix - with Chan as moral support and possible damage control - had tried to approach Minho in the break between the early variety show filming and their individual practices but he was brushed off. Felix had nearly cried again, Chan helplessly offering support.

Over the day Han went numb, just going through the motions. Today was just plain awful and he wanted to just wake up tomorrow with everything being just fine. Minho happy as always and the group not angry and torn apart by a huge fall out for a stupid reason.

Han was sitting outside, in a small alcove between two adjoining JYPE buildings, hidden from view by anybody who didn’t know about the small space, when Minho approached him. He was walking slowly, as if approaching a wounded and spooked animal.

“What do you want?”, Han asked tiredly. He didn’t want to fight again. He didn’t think he had the strength for that.

Minho chewed on his lip for a moment, looking very pale. Guilty. “I came to apologize”, he said finally, after swallowing heavily. “Lixie told me.”

Han nodded but decided to stay quiet. What was there to say? Minho had been awful to him. A simple apology wouldn’t fix this - Minho had been so angry. So … so full of rage. It had been so scary. He didn’t ever want to be scared of his hyung again. He was supposed to be able to trust him. How had a simple fight come to this?

“Say something”, Minho begged when Han didn’t speak up. He looked so lost, so desperate.

Han sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“I … I don’t think I can fully accept an apology yet though it’s appreciated”, he said quietly. 

Minho stood stiff for a moment. Then he nodded. “Still, I am sorry. I shouldn't have yelled. I shouldn’t have assumed.”

“You shouldn’t have”, Han agreed, nodding. He sighed again and stood to face his best friend. He was so, so tired and so, so hurt. “You didn’t even let me explain.”

“I didn’t”, Minho conceded. There wasn’t anything he could say to defend himself.

“You blamed everything on me without even thinking twice about it.”

“Yeah.”

“You made me feel awful. Numb. I thought you would think better of me. I know it’s not just a hoodie to you, I know how special it is for you. You know I know. Why did you assume I wouldn’t admit to a mistake? Do you think I am a coward?”

“No, please, Sung-ah”, Minho pleaded. His eyes were wide, shining with tears and he looked so uncomfortable and ashamed of himself that Han nearly regretted what he had just said. But Minho needed to hear that. “I don’t think you are a coward. I … I was so … I am so sorry.”

His voice got quiet as he spoke.

“Why did you yell at me?”, Han asked, sniffing away tears and wiping his sleeve across his face.

Minho opened his mouth to seemingly say something but instead, to both of their surprises, he gagged and then jerked forward, violently throwing up on the floor in front of Han’s feet.

“Shit”, Han mumbled as he jumped back. For a moment he could only stare at his hyung who was clutching his knee with one hand and had the other wrapped around his stomach, retching over and over again. Then Han jumped into action, stepping aside to stand beside Minho, holding him up and rubbing his back.

Han, while definitely not a fan of puking, ignored the disgusting puddle of yellow-brownish sick that was growing with every second, to whisper encouragement into Minho’s ear. The older dancer was whimpering and, was he…?

Minho was crying.

It broke Han’s heart.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry”, Minho mumbled between heaves. 

“It’s okay, baby, don’t worry”, Han comforted, taking his hand off Minho’s back for a short moment to brush back his hair behind his ears, out of danger. Well, Minho’s hair wasn’t long enough to be in danger, but it still felt like the right thing to do.

At last Minho was able to stop vomiting and just let Han lead him over to a bench, where he slumped down in exhaustion. He looked pitiful like that, so young and sick. There was a speck of puke in the corner of his mouth and without even thinking about it Han wiped it away.

“Do you feel better?”, Han asked. He was so worried for his hyung. He wondered if this was a physical manifestation of the emotional guilt or if Minho was really sick.

“Not really”, Minho mumbled, sounding so small and embarrassed, “my stomach still really hurts. I don’t feel good.”

“Is that why you were so angry this morning?”, Han asked gently, not judging. He moved a hand up to feel Minho’s forehead. The skin was hot to the touch. Definitely a fever. 

Minho nodded, closing his eyes in exhaustion. Han sighed and wrapped an arm around Minho’s shoulder, pulling him close so that Minho could rest against his shoulder. He moved his hand up to play with the soft hair, the way Minho liked it. He truly was like a cat.

“Yeah.” Minho sighed. “I woke up feeling so awful. My stomach was - is - hurting so bad and I was so queasy and not feeling good and …” He stopped to take a deep breath. “When I found the pullover in the laundry, destroyed, I got so overwhelmed. I wasn’t feeling good and the one thing I had been looking forward to was unavailable. I’m sorry. It’s not a reason for me to react that way, to get so angry.”

Han hummed in agreement. “It wasn’t nice. But I understand. You weren’t feeling well and robbed of a comfort item. I’m not going to blame you for being sick. The emotional reaction is easily explained by the fever you are sporting.”

“Oh. I didn’t even realize”, Minho whispered. His body - as if trying to prove a point - shuddered at that. It was cold outside, Han realized, far too cold for his hyung with a sick stomach and apparently with fever chills.

“Let me call Channie-hyung”, Han said, “he’ll make sure we can go home. Then you can rest. I’ll try to get that hoodie clean, hm?”

“Thank you, Sungie”, Minho whispered.

The dancer looked so miserable, so queasy and ill. He barely moved, only laying down on Han’s lap when the younger encouraged him to do so, until a worried Chan arrived, coming to check on his oldest dongsaeng. 

“Hey, Lino”, the leader said and knelt down in front of the bench they were on. “Han-ah said you’re not feeling good.”

Minho nodded and then, hesitantly, reached out to grab his hyung’s hand and place it against his forehead. Chan’s cold hands seemed to feel good against the fevered skin.

“I already called a company car to take you home. Rest, kiddo”, Chan explained.

“Are the others angry at me?”, Minho asked, sounding uneasy and afraid. “I know I deserved their silent treatment but …”

“I told them that you are sick”, Chan soothed, “they are very worried for you and feel bad that they were angry with you. In fact, I had to stop five dongsaengs from following me here to apologize.”

“Oh”, Minho mumbled. 

“It’s okay, hyung”, Han whispered, “we got you. I’m never letting go.”

Day 29: "I'm so cold."

Masterlist link: Fairy's Full Masterlist Fairy's June of Doom 2024

Notes: That remark about herbivores and carnivores - I never really believed you could feel tension and fear in the air. But in Africa I watched a group of rhinos at a waterhole when hyenas approached. You could tell carnivores were there before you could see them. Really cool experience and happy to report that it is not just a fictional trope!

And yes, I quoted Case 143 in the last sentence....

[mobblespsycho100]

You would claim everyone in earth is autistic if it were up to you... Your autism radar is broken, every positive is a false positive

i cant tell if this is a hate anon or sarcasm lmao anyway my autism radar works just fine because im autistic and i love autism like its a megacorporation

EDIT: NEW COPYPASTA DROPPEDDD LMAOO

You 🙄 would claim everyone 👥👥 in 🌐 earth is autistic 😂😳 if it were up to you... Your autism 🛰️ radar 🧭 is broken 💔, every ➕ positive is a false 🤯 positive ➕

[peggyloraine]

I do not understand why people get the mistaken idea that Colin is ‘dense’. He is young and has done particularly foolish things, I get that. But he was 20 in the first season and 21 in season two. He is young and is making foolish mistakes, as young people tend to do. There is a significant age gap between Benedict and Colin of six years and his brothers often flank him in public, a protective gesture.

I also find that people are fooled by Colin’s charming facade. He is a people pleaser, so they fail to look into the deep waters that lay beneath his surface. He learned to blend in as a child and because of the age gap between him and his brothers, he probably spent more time playing with his sisters, so he ended up being more sincere and gentle than his brothers. He also was impacted by his father’s death at a younger age, and spent less time being molded into manhood by his father. His mother’s trauma would have greatly affected him too. I hope Shonda touches on these things and his position in his family and explains why he feels lost 😞. I understand the trauma of losing a parent and I was around the same age.

Colin is very intelligent and extremely curious. So curious that he has to know. We see that with his traveling 🧭. It is not just a way for him to escape, he is interested in geography, history and culture. He wants to know more about what he has learned in school. He wants to see and touch the world 🗺️ himself. His curiosity will not be satisfied until he does.

But his curiosity also shows itself in other ways. When we see him noticing details others miss. He knows that Eloise is sneaking around town and warns her. He also sees her slipping a piece of paper into her book when he saves Auggie. Plus looking into the Lord Featherington situation. That shows his curiosity, along with his sense of honor and protectiveness to those he loves. Our golden hearted boy.

Last point is that he is a writer. He has spent the off season corresponding with Penelope. She has said that his descriptions have transported her. Not only does she write herself, but she is an avid reader. I am sure that we are going find out he has kept journals, probably for years.

I really think that we were getting glimpses of Colin in last season to tell us that there is more to him than you choose to see. There are deep waters there and Penelope is about to take a deep dive and I am here for it.

[helloanthy]

🗒️ 01.10.2023 ⋅⋅⋅ 🧭

today is a very important day for me ! its the day i leave my own ohtori. ill be traveling for a while, so you might not see me for a bit sorry for leaving so soon again after coming back, but i promise this time its for a good reason. dont worry, we'll meet again ! you'll hardly notice - when we do, it'll be like i was never gone you know ... despite what i'd wish, i feel like i'm more similar to nanami than anthy. i admire anthy for her strength, something i've never possessed. i was never one able to be repeatedly made to bend but unable to break to be honest, rather than even a doll i feel more like broken goods. a wreckage more than anything resembling a person. i don't think i was ever meant to be one, really. not even my suffering was worth the satisfaction or entertainment anymore. so why am i alive ? always, i felt like an animal uselessly crying out, screaming in a cage. my existence was humiliating. i felt like a disgusting joke. but despite that i just still couldn't let go, you know ? despite everything "because i still love you." at least nanami and anthy had a memory of a happier childhood to look back on. haha ... reality is cruel like that, isn't it ? no matter what others try to say, we know some of us were never born innocent i wish i could leave with a smile like her. i wonder if nanami cried when she finally left her own brother. even though, it may have taken me twice as long, today is the very beginning of the rest of my life. i've had my ear against the coffin door all this time, resigned, listening. i thought i would die in here. i've certainly tried but, nothing is eternal. however long and painful it may be "there's no such thing as something that cannot be lost. everyone has the freedom to love someone or something ... we must not forget that" "i don't need you," is what i've always been told. if ... i was born as nothing ... and it's truly as they say - that i have still amounted to nothing, then that would mean we both would have nothing to lose. i'll do my best to believe it this time, and finally go make something of myself the world is free and wide. all roads laid, can still be unmade. i can't help being afraid, but today i'll walk past the ends of this world and towards the one where we can all meet this isn't a goodbye. i'll see you out there, alright ?

[whatevertheweather]

an ask game for writers to procrastinate working on your WIP(s)

Thank you for the tags @bookish-bogwitch @aristocratic-otter @youarenevertooold I've been in search of ways to procrastinate <3

1. 🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s):

I'll go with one that isn't being posted yet: Callous.

2. 🍄Describe your WIP/one of your WIP(s) in the format of “___ + ___ =___”

Touch starvation + poor communication = Baz's No Good Very Bad Night

3. 🌍What tags or warnings will one of your WIP(s) need if you intend to share it?

PTSD, disassociation, and, uh, emotional hurt/comfort?

4. 🧭An alternative title to one of your WIP(s)?

Bold of anyone to assume I'm good enough at coming up with titles that I have multiple to choose from. Oh! But actually I do for Bait and Switch, thanks to Dre brainstorming fishing idioms with me. There were 4 alternatives, but my favorite is All is Fish, because it makes no fucking sense.

5. ⚠️Which WIP your most likely to finish or update next?

It had better be Musical Chairs.

6. 💾What is your document of your WIP/ a WIP called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as)

In an uncommon turn of events, I only have one (active) WIP right now that's not already named as it will be posted, and that's "yeah sure let's just write some shit that's way later and not finish the other that's fine"

7. 🖍Post Any sentence(s) from your WIP.

It’s just…there’s also some deer in the headlights energy to him, which, mixed with the general aura of barely tamed violence, is throwing Shepard off. Truly, it’s been a good long while since he’s done this kind of pinballing over what he’s seeing when he looks at someone.

He does know what he’s seeing when he looks back at Simon. It’s the sort of face that has him politely averting his eyes to examine the bland thread of Simon’s shirt instead. He thinks walking in on the two of them tangled up without a stitch of clothing wouldn’t feel half as intrusive as looking at that expression did.

8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP.

I had to abandon about a page of the above misnamed WIP (now to be succinctly abbreviated as YSLJWSSTWLANFTOTF) because it no longer fits the tone of the rest of the fic at all, which is sad because it made me laugh. It's too long to put here in its entirety, but here's part of one line, which shall function as the dead darling's eulogy: "I know you have a dick, Baz, I’ve fucking well been thinking about it!”

9. 🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

Okay there's one I don't want to say much about because, selfishly, I want to be the one to write it, but it's related to truth spells. (Technically I've started it because there's a document with 10 scattered lines of dialogue, but I haven't started it started it.)

10. 🤡How many WIPS are you actively working on?

I'm trying to focus on 3, but I might have to say 4 here.

11. 🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

I have rewritten the same 4 pages of Musical Chairs about 5 times. It's absurd. I know what's going to happen, I have the ending written, I have almost everything that gets us there written, and yet this section is u n d o i n g me.

12. ❤️Not a question, just a second Kudos to send.

I'm gonna take that as me sending kudos to all these lovely people: @cutestkilla @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @artsyunderstudy @fatalfangirl @whogaveyoupermission @iamamythologicalcreature @thewholelemon @facewithoutheart @martsonmars @ileadacharmedlife @ivelovedhimthroughworse @larkral

[negative-speedforce]

I didn't realize you were pagan(don't know how I missed that), but I've always been interested in the different practices! so if you don't mind sharing;

🧭❤️🔮🎉?

🧭 - What led you to your practice?

I'm going back to the religion of my youth. Before my mom turned fundamentalist evangelical Christian and joined a cult, she was a Wiccan/Pagan (little of both), and she raised me in that until I was about 6 or 7.

❤️ - What's one memory of your practice that you reflect the most fondly on?

I work with Loki a lot, and one of my favorite memories of them is listening to the song "Born This Way" by Lady Gaga, and I was dancing and screaming the lyrics at the top of my longs, and I could feel them with me, their presence surrounding me as I gave in to self-love and pure exuberance.

🔮 - Do you delve into topics like the occult or the mysteries? Do you do anything esoteric?

Not really? I'm a much more casual Pagan than most, I'm very close with my deities but I don't really do much like that. I give offerings, I pray, and occasionally do divination and such. I'm like the Pagan equivalent of a "Christmas and Easter Catholic"- a "Sahmain and Yule Pagan", if you will.

🎉 - Do you celebrate any festivals? If so, which ones?

Not really, either. It might change when I'm not living with my mom anymore (she's VERY fundamentalist Christian). Some days, I'll devote whole days to my deities, but those are almost like my own little holidays. I would like to celebrate the old ones someday, though.

[asktheprincetontapes]

No such thing as a life not worth remembering, Vincent! If you don't know where you're from how could you possibly know where you're going? I'm sure it will all come to you in due time, meanwhile I got you something to cheer you up .

-🧭

[[Attached to the letter is a smaller envelope with five dollars and a note reading "Don't spend it in one place :)]]

"...yeah, i think maybe if your life was worse, you wouldn't have this outlook. i've done a lot of embarassing bullshit in my life that i would love to never remember,"

"...five bucks, uh, thanks. i didn't know the people writing me were so generous. hey, if all of you send me money, i'll remember to send tapes back faster. or maybe i'll start checking my mail more often..."

[minminyoonjii]

#3 FNF

[Stray Heart Untold Series]

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How would you have known that your brother was dating an A-class villain?

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You peeked into the store, eyes sparkling with mischief when you noticed Jisung looking through the bookstore records. You teleported behind him, covering his eyes, "Jagi, did you miss me?" you asked, deepening your voice. Jisung chuckled, "Miss you? Why would I? We saw each other yesterday," he said, relaxing into the front desk chair. You furrowed your eyebrows, "Did we?" you asked, knowing damn well you were working yesterday. 

You felt Jisung roll his eyes beneath your palms, "Come on, Kaibyo. Don't tease, I have records to look through," he said, pretending to be annoyed. "You're dating the infamous Bakeneko Clan's heir?!" you exclaimed, releasing your hands. Jisung's smile fell, "Nyo!" he yelled, making you back up. "Don't turn this on me, when and how?" you whined, shrinking under his bewildered glare.

 Jisung exhaled deeply, "I don't know what you're talking about," he said bluntly, shrugging his shoulders. You scoffed, "Don't lie. I clearly heard 'Kaibyo, don't tease me'," you mocked, rolling your eyes. Jisung felt his ears heat up, "Why would you even need to deepen your voice?" he rambled, utterly flustered. "I just wanted to prank you! It isn't, my fault you exposed your relationship," you retorted, crossing your arms. 

Minho smirked, coming out from the shadows, "She's right, Jagi," he said, scaring the both of you. Startled screams echoed within the bookstore. Minho shook his head, seeing the resemblances, "You definitely raised her, love," he said swiftly, holding your face. Your eyes grew wider, surprised by the sudden grip. Jisung sighed, "Apparently not well enough," he said, shaking his head. You whined, "I'm a wonderful person to be around, thanks," you said, squirming out of Minho's hold. 

Minho chuckled, "Love is my voice that imitateable?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Jisung gulped, blood burning under his cheek, "No! It's just that there isn't any other man I know that would pull something like this except you," he mumbled, fidgeting with his fingers. "I didn't expect my stupid sister to be the one behind me," he added, squinting at you. "You're the stupid one for not realising," you grumbled, glaring back. Jisung scoffed and just as he was about to refute, Minho laughed. 

You gulped, eyes darting between Minho and Jisung, "Were we that funny?" you whispered. Jisung shrugged his shoulders. "Hah, I haven't had a good laugh in a bit," Minho sighed, a grin etched on his lips. You cleared your throat, "Um, can one of you explain how this happened?" you asked, gesturing to their relationship. Jisung's eyes widened, wanting to end the conversation then, but Minho had other plans. 

Kaibyo stalkingly walked to Jisung and unceremoniously plopped himself over his lap, "Mister Head of Neutrality over here saw me on the street one day and said something that shocked me till this day," he said, patting Jisung's head. A weak whine escaped Jisung's throat, "Baby, please," he pleaded, wishing for the Earth to swallow him up. Minho smirked, "He said, 'If beauty was a crime, do you mind if I arrest you?'," he mimicked, remembering the moment like it was yesterday. 

Your jaw dropped, dumbfounded by Jisung's cheesy pick-up line. "That was my exact reaction. There wasn't a build-up, he just bumped into me and pulled a line like that," Minho chuckled, kissing Jisung's forehead. "Ugh," Jisung grumbled, burying his face in the crook of Minho's neck. Your eyes beamed, "And then what? What was your reply?" you asked, invested in their story. "I then said, 'I'd let you have me, officer, as long as you pay," Minho smirked, tracing figure 8's on Jisung's palm. 

Blush coated your cheeks, taken aback by the response. Minho giggled, seeing a piece of Jisung in your expressions. You gulped, "Did he say anything after?" you asked, curious about the outcome. A gentle smile appeared on Minho's features, "He said, 'I'm not sure if I can pay for your fine however would a date interest you to make up for it?'," he said, feeling the same butterflies he had whenever he reminisced about their first meeting. 

Your lips formed a pout, "Aww," you cooed, feeling both envious and proud of Jisung. Minho chuckled, "He's lucky he's cute. If it were someone else, I'd take them out," he said ambiguously. You furrowed your eyebrows, "On a date, or?" you asked, gesturing a slit across your throat with your thumb. Minho smirked, "Who's to say?" he teased, squishing Jisung's cheeks. 

Jisung huffed, "Okay, okay. That's enough talk about my relationship. What are you even doing here?" he asked, looking at you. "Mustorius gave me a day off," you said, giving Jisung a cheeky smile. Jisung rolled his eyes, "Then you should've used that to I don't know, experience something new?" he questioned, hooking his chin over Minho's shoulder. You snorted, "Why should I when I have books calling my name?" you answered, walking into a random row of books. 

Jisung sighed, wrapping his arms around Minho's waist, "You're going to be the bane of my existence," he grumbled. Minho cooed, "That's on you for flirting with a villain, love," he whispered, licking Jisung's ear. "Behave, the store is still open," Jisung shuddered, trying to redirect his focus to the records that got him into this mess in the first place. "I'm behaving," Minho chuckled, kissing down Jisung's jaw. 

Jisung clenched his jaw, "Min, I have to get this done by today," he hissed, jolting when Minho nipped his skin. Minho purred, nuzzling his face against Jisung's, "Fine but you owe me playtime," he scuffed. The doorbell chimed, and Jisung looked up for a brief second, "She's in the back," he said, petting his beloved shifter. Minho mewled, sitting on Jisung's lap in his cat form the moment Chan walked in. 

Chan nodded, skimming through the rows of books to find you. Jisung sighed, scratching under Minho's neck, "Do you think there's a happy ending for them?" he asked, masking his worry by acting unbothered. Minho licked Jisung's palm, giving him a gentle nod. Jisung's heart swells from Minho's gesture, "You're right as long as there's no secrecy between them, I believe they'll find their way," he said, smiling when Minho squeaked a meow in agreement. 

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[adventuretolkienlover]

My Atlantis The Lost Empire Review!🗺️🪖💎🏺💣🛞🧭⚓🛟

I finally got the courage to do it! Yay!

First I'd just like to start out by saying AOAHSJDJDHFBJFJFJFJFIGJGJDKSOXJVJFJDJUVJFUFJFUGUGHFHFUDIDJDJFHFHFUFHFJ!!!!!!!!!

🤩🤩🤩

Okay, stimming done! I should note, I don't hold back in my reviews. I see something wrong? I can and WILL say it! Luckily, there's like, nothing wrong with this movie, so you won't hear much of that from me! Lol!🤣 This is first time doing this kinda thing. So I apologize for any errors or incorrect formatting.

Now, without further adu, the review! (Hey that rhymes!) Below the cut cus it's LOOOOOOOOOONG!!!! It's literally the longest post I've made. And there's SPOILERS! So beware!

Okay, I'm not even sure where to start cus this is one INSANE ride of a movie! I mean HOLY COW!!! IF ALL OF DISNEY'S MOVIES WERE THIS GOOD, I'D WATCH

EVERY

SINGLE

ONE.

I'm not even kidding. I don't know what I'm doing, so let's just start with the World building.

WORLD BUILDING

This movie ROCKS in the world building department. Everything is well rounded out and looks stunning. One of the things that I found most exciting was the fact that they made a WHOLE FRICKEN USEABLE LANGUAGE FOR THIS MOVIE!!!!!! They actually brought in a linguist to make it!!!! That's how committed they were!!! Do you hear about Disney doing this nowadays? NOOOOOOOOOOO!

Also, THE STEAMPUNK AESTHETIC.

LOOK AT THIS SUB!!!! LOOK AT IT!!!!!

It's so detailed and cool looking!!!! If I saw this in love action, I think I'd freak! How can steam powered vessel go below the crush depth?

I DON'T CARE!!! IT'S AWESOME!!! (I especially like that bubble in the front. How fun! I'd definitely be looking out of that thing all the time!) I heard people say that watched the scene with the Leviathan attacking the sub thought it looked so real, that some people who worked on army subs got FLASHBACKS!!! I'm not even kidding! Everything during those scenes felt so real and immersive! You can tell Disney did their home work!

Okay now Atlantis itself!

It feels like it's own culture. It's feels real. It doesn't feel or look like a lazy combination of two cultures. It's distinct and interesting looking. And the people are very unique in appearance too. With their blue eyes, white hair, and coppery brown skin. It's a beautiful combination. And their clothes are nice as well. Lots of bright colors. Mostly blues, purples, magentas, etc. Very beautiful.❤️

OH! OH! AND THEIR TECHNOLOGY!!!! Oh my gosh!!! That leviathan and those fish shaped flying machines?!! HECKIN RAD!!!! How are they made?!?? What are they made out of?!??? So many QUESTIONS!!!!!!

I especially love the use of crystals in the Atlantian technology. I actually studied stuff like that and from what I've found in my research, it was actually entirely possible that ancient civilizations, like Atlantis used Crystals in somes ways of energy. Which is amazing! I don't know if that's where they got inspiration. But I found it intriguing none the less!

And the Creatures were also cool! They felt almost alien or prehistoric in appearance! It was really cool. Some of the creatures looked like they came straight from Pandora from the movie Avatar! I'm a sucker for fantasy creatures and speculative biology. So I'd love to see If I could figure out everything about the ecosystem of Atlantis! To bad they didn't go into more detail about it, but the movie wasn't about the critters. Still, hats of to the crew for giving them such interesting designs!

Okay, Onto more stuff!

THE CHARACTERS

Milo. He's adorkable.

That's it. He's perfect. I love him.

Okay, lol. Actually I have a lot to say. They gave him SOOOOOOOOO much personality! He's dynamic and easy to read! He's allowed to push his expressions and be exaggerated! He's just so fun to watch! Big thumbs up to his animator(s). And look at those glasses! And that hair! Such a good character design! He's just so fun and loveable looking!❤️

And he's allowed to show a full range of emotions! I know this one sounds weird. But it drive me crazy when a character is only allowed to show one emotion and by completely defined by it. Like being sickingly happy go lucky, or dark and moody. It's like, that's all you're going to do with them? But Milo, goes through the full range of emotions in the movie. He's got excitement from going into the unknown. Sadness and grief from the loss of his grandpa and parents. Anger at Commander Rourke's betrayal and utter disregard for the Atlantian people's lives. He experiences everything and it all feels so relatable. He's just the best. I also love how enthusiastic and kind hearted he is. He has the heart of a hero despite his first impressions. And his cute crush on Kida is the best. He's such a goober. He needs to be considered a Disney Prince. He deserves it more than most.

✨KIDA.✨ Just KIDA.🤩

Kida is GORGEOUS. 🤩🤩🤩🤩❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ LOOK AT HER DESIGN! IT ROCKS!!!! WHY THE HECK IS SHE NOT AN OFFICIAL DISNEY PRINCESS!?!??!? SHAME ON YOU DISNEY!!!! She has ALL the qualifications!!!!

She's strong! Mentally, emotionally, AND fricken physically!!! She cares deeply about her people and her culture!!!! She is ROYALTY. She is a WARRIOR!!! She is a QUEEN!!! If any of the "forgotten Disney Princesses" deserved the title of official princess, it HER! FORGET RAYA!!! You're telling me that the Disney heroin that taught people to trust their abusers, EVEN AFTER THEY'VE HURT THEM MULTIPLE TIMES and then GUILT TRIPS THEM, deserved the title of Disney Princess more than THIS WOMAN?!??! BULL! ABSOLUTE BULL! (Sorry for the rant. I have to refrain myself for going on a lecture about how Raya never deserved that title. She is my least favorite Disney princess. 😖👎 KIDA ALL THE WAY!!!!😄👍💕)

Oh, and her and Milo are the cutest couple. I heard people were upset because they didn't get a big kiss at the end. NO! They didn't kiss at the end of the movie! They didn't need to! They just FLIPPEN met!!! I wouldn't either! We're they still an adorable couple? HECK YES!!! They cared about each other and learned from each other and UGH! They so CUTE!!!!! And Milo gets to be King Consort of the Kingdom he spent his entire life searching for alongside his Queen who is also the woman he loves! How great an ending is that?! He knows they were both great rulers. You know it.

Commander Rourke. I hate this man.

I can't even find any good gifs of him. THAT'S HOW MUCH PEOPLE DESPISE HIM! Rourke is the DEVIL! Hidden under the guise of a good old American Army Commander! Which is why he is one of the BEST if not THE BEST Disney villains! He was about to let an entire lost civilization of people die, just because he wanted their LIFE FORCE!!! He definitely deserved to be transformed into a crystal creature then shattered. What a complete MONSTER!!!

I have to admit, I was actually already spoiled by the twist ending. I already knew about it from multiple sources. But somehow, that didn't matter! I watched it and I still felt connected to Rourke, even though I knew what was coming! It was so good! Rourke was written as the stereotypical brave army commander. Down to the last detail. Making a memorial for the lost crew mates. Being friendly with the main cast. Acting like a true gentleman. This is why he makes such a good villain. Nobody expects someone like him to be in league with the NAZIS of all things! Ultimately, he was an absolutely cruel and insane man, that nobody saw coming. It is probably the BEST twist villain I have EVER seen. Incredible writing. Wow.

Now, I'm not sure If I want to go through every single character. But I loved the all and definitely have thoughts on them, so I'm gonna speed run this.

Lieutenant Helga Katrina Sinclair. MA'AM??? Just what do you think you're doing in a kids movie?!!??

🤣 Okay, in all seriousness. She was actually a cool character. She was tough as nails, beautiful, confident. To bad she was that jerk Rourke's head lackey. I mean, she sort redeemed herself toward the end. But it was mostly because she was mad at Rourke for betraying her. Not because she cared about the Atlantis or Kida. Soooooooo... I don't know.🤔

Audrey Rocio Ramirez. LOVE HER!!!!

Her backstory his incredible. Her dad wanted sons. He got two daughters. Audrey and her sister. But you know what? That didn't stop them! He wanted someone to run the garage with him? HE GOT IT! And she's good too! I also love the little detail in her backstory that says her sister is a literal heavy weight boxing champion. You go girl! Show'm what's up! I wish they had given her a name. (I'm gonna give her the name Rosa. That feels right.)

Wilhelmina Bertha Packard. Honestly the most relatable character in the movie.😂 This one gif pretty much sums it up for me.

Somehow, I feel like me and old Mrs. Packard would get along just fine.🤣

Vincenzo "Vinny" Santorini. I'm not sure whether he's crazy or just like explosives a whole lot. Lol.

I actually thought he was Russian the first time I saw him. It wasn't until I found out he was Italian that I realized I made a horrible mistake in identifying his accent. 😂 His almost always neutral expression is helirious. I guess once you've blow up a lot of stuff, nothing phases you. Haha!

Dr. Joshua Strongbear Sweet. *Squeees*

As someone who has Native American ancestry, (my grandfather is Apache,) I was SO excited to see a someone who is half Native American in this film! I mean, half Black and half Native American?! That's INCREDIBLE! I can safely say I've never seen that type of representation in a film before. And he's also one of my favorite characters.

Gaetan "Mole" Molière. This dude is WEIRD... And of course I love him. Haha!

"You have disturbed the dirt." - Mole

I was laughing so hard when I first saw this guy come on screen. He's so dramatic! But he's french, so I guess that fits.

Jebidiah Allardyce "Cookie" Farnsworth. He said this.👇

That's one of the best lines in the film. ☝️😂 But seriously, what can I say? Crazy southern chuckwagon cook with as many unhinged stories as he has pounds of bacon grease. How could I not love him? 😂❤️ One thing I wondered was if this was such a high budget expedition, why couldn't they get like a five star chef instead? NOT THAT I'D WANT THAT BESIDES COOKIE!!! I'd be so mad if they replaced him. I was just curious. But I'm not gonna question it. He's the best and I love him. No five star chef could ever top Cookie.

Kashekim Nedakh i.e The King of Atlantis! WOW.

LEONARD NIMOY?!!?!?? That was pretty much my reaction when I found out who played Kida's father. Who would have guessed that Spock would end up playing a king from a lost empire?! The crew that worked on this movie said that while he was in the recording both, they were stunned. He put his whole heart into the role. They felt like the king was standing there in the room with them! And I FELT that. He sounded just so real! It actually sounded like I was listening to a real ancient king speaking. He was amazing for the role. I'm floored.

THE STORY

The story was amazing. I got a lot of Jules Vern Journey to The Center of The Earth vibes. It was clearly inspired by it.

Milo felt very much like the Axel of the story. Despite being much braver then him. The whole thing felt so cinematic and thrilling! Me and my family were either screaming with excitement or laughing super hard the whole way though.

As the for the moral? Well, it's actually kinda hard to pinpoint exactly. But I think that because unlike other movies, it lets the story show the moral instead of the characters telling us directly.

I would say it shows what happens when people value money and power over human life. Which is important in the time we live in. And that people's culture should be respected.

In all. A very good movie and I highly recommend it. It's a fun, bold, thrilling adventure that you will love.

✨Thanks for reading my review! Bye!✨

[wilbursprincess]

I need something from Wilbur with the reader that is inspired in "Valentine" by Laufey

It's such a cute song. Maybe a Wilbur who never fell in love and considered himself aroace falling in love with the reader for the first time? Idk 😭

~🧭

Wilbur Falling In Love For The First Time

Wilbur Soot x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: None <3

Hi 🧭 anon! I haven’t actually heard this song before, so I listened to it and I love it sm! I also relate to the lyrics lol, so thank you for introducing me to this masterpiece :)

Headcannons below cut!

~Wilbur had never been in love before.

~At least, not before you.

~He’d rejected the thought for years and years, but you… were different.

~You call him cute and handsome, and he loves it, but doesn’t know how to respond except with “you too, sweetheart”

~Makes him smile so big whenever you say “I love you, Will.”

~You’re the first person to ever like him back, which makes his heart melt whenever he thinks about it.

~Can’t believe you’re his <3

~Wilbur’s not sure what he wants to do with his life yet. All he knows is he wants to be yours.

~Feels like he’s lost control of his heart in the best way possible.

~Every time he wakes up in your arms, he’s falling deeper in love.

~For your first Valentine’s day, you make him dinner and buy him a big bouquet of roses!

~Wilbur’s never gotten flowers before, and he presses them in books to keep forever.

~Wants to be yours forever :)

[roomwithanopenfire]

An Ask Game for Writers to Procrastinate Working on Your WIP(s)

I'm really late but this is such a fun idea to just do the whole ask game at once instead of crossing your fingers and hoping for asks. Thanks for tagging me @shrekgogurt @run-for-chamo-miles @valeffelees @prettygoododds and @monbons, I really enjoyed learning more about your wips!

🦈 Tell us the name of one of your WIP(s)

Proof of Life is the one I'm currently posting, and then I have my COBB fic that I've been severely neglecting.

🍄 Describe one of your WIPs in the format of “___ + ___ =___”  

angsty Baz + protective Simon = the self indulgent fic of my dreams

🌍 What tags or warnings will your WIP(s) need if you intend to share it?

Idk if theres any super specific warnings, it's kind of an angst fic all around and like Baz goes through it, angst, emotional abuse, and Baz's kidnapping

🧭 An alternative title to one of your WIP(s)?

Proof of Life has 3 different parts to it and I briefly considered splitting it up into 3 parts which would have been called (in order) Before the First Light, Sun Coming Up, and Colour Erupts.

⚠️ Which WIP you’re most likely to finish or update next?

New Proof of Life chapter coming tomorrow, I have the draft all made easy to post from vacation.

💾 What is the document of your WIP called? (Not the story title, but what you’ve saved it as.)

It's Proof of Life Draft Two but draft one is still called Snowbaz Long Oneshot (its over 75k).

🖍 Post any sentence from your WIP

The Catacombs were dark, damp, and cold, a verifiable maze of tunnels, and—like my mother had said—a breeding ground for rats.

♻️ A scrapped idea for your current WIP

There's only one big scrapped idea but telling you about that would be spoilers. But originally the one thing was going to be an open ended oneshot which definitely didn't happen, sooo, maybe that counts as a scrapped idea

🤔 What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

So many. I have a like Rapunzel type/Royal AU I've been rotating in my brain and with my Natasha Lives AU I've been thinking "What would have happened if Natasha lived AND was Turned?" so I'll probably do something with that some time.

🤡 How many WIPs are you actively working on?

Proof of Life and my COBB fic for Snowbaz, and then an exchange fic and big bang fic for a different fandom (stranger things)

🛠 Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

I signed up for too many things so maybe a little bit of struggle with balancing everything but once school's done for the summer in four ish weeks I'll have so much time to catch up

❤️ Not a question, just a second kudos to send.

🥰🥰🥰

Not tagging anyone because I'm so late and I'm sure most everyone has already done this but if you haven't please consider this your tag, I'd love to see it!!