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[lcstkey]

@diademreigned | hc + dancing Send me hc + a word of your choosing and I’ll write a headcanon relating to that word!

Wallflower. Selena doesn't really know how to unwind and the etiquette in situations where it calls for her to socialize in formal settings and celebrations where dancing is involved.

She's more likely to try to blend in with the wall and pray that she doesn't get noticed or flee to a quieter place. She doesn't like being in any situation where there could be eyes on her and would feel awkward.

The closest style of dance she can confidently do could be described as the Bee's Knees dance in Final Fantasy 14 but she tends to move stiffly. She once tried to learn one of the other Eorzean dances, the harvest dance, in Gridania but poor girl tripped over her own feet and hasn't tried again since.

Her problem is that she thinks too hard about the movements, where her feet should be, and gets really nervous when there are people around.

Selena will get it one day if given more practice and confidence in herself. She admires those in the dancer job class who can both dance and fight.

[slavhew]

And I just have to tell you that I

Love you so much these days,

[radioiaci]

@electriccapitalist ⧐ On the phone that Vox had given Alastor comes a message from the tech head. A simple but perhaps cryptic; 'hey al. we need to talk. in person & in private. it's important.' The fact that he hadn't just called or face timed was notable. He's not even sure if the man can navigate into messages or if he'd notice he had one but it's all Vox can muster. As he hits send and forces himself to eat something. UNPROMPTED ASKS.

It does, in fact, take a few moments for Alastor to register that the thing is going off at all. He does not tend to look at it except when he needs to contact Vox discretely - and the landline that has been disconnected in his room for a good while now had apparently not been acceptable enough for ease-of-access. He'd relented - and now the little device buzzes at him occasionally from his desk where it mostly sits.

When he does notice that there is a message waiting, he pulls it up into his hand to give it a squint as he reads through the message. He is not expecting anything significant - so nothing drums up any alarm as he taps out a response that takes him a few moments to manage.

[txt] I AM READING A VERY GOOD BOOK. WE WILL HAVE TO MAKE IT QUICK SO I DONT LOSE MY PLACE. WHERE DO YOU WANT TO MEET?

[autumnalfallingleaves]

Hiiiiiiii

So, question, how do you think “and hold it down” Hilda would react to being trapped in a world…

Where the sun never sets?

Her troll side is not okay with this development.

[lunar-wandering]

its pride month so im thinking about like headcanoning LMK characters with specific sexualities and genders and stuff and like.

with me im bi so i'm biased to assigning other characters as bi just automatically if i relate to them an all that. most of the time though i do like. fairly deep thought on it. does this actually seem to fit the character and all that.

and the thing. about Sun Wukong. is that. i cannot get a read on him. nothing fits. and you know what?? honestly??? i think not being able to get a read on him fits way better than slapping any kind of label on him

i shouldn't be able to get a read on what his deal is. he's a centuries old being with powers beyond imagination. in some ways he's borderline eldritch. it makes complete and utter sense that i don't understand what the fuck is going on here

he just has his entire own thing going on. i love this for him.

[thesiltverses]

The reveal that noone could even hear shrues broadcast was so devastating 😭

Something we spent a fair bit of time on was the question of how far to take the problem which Shrue themselves acknowledges at the start of their speech - that even an honest voice is doomed to get lost, twisted, shut-down, or co-opted, in a world of endless propaganda and vying noise, and so our words may be purposeless or even contributary.

For a good while the plan was actually to have the reveal that the entire broadcast had been shut down remotely from early on (an understandable post-Sid Wright measure from GGR) and that the radio was instead playing the finale of the stupid superhero serial we've been hearing throughout the season.

Which works thematically and ties up a couple of extra loose ends, but I thought would have been a pessimistic twist too far for this episode (and make our heroes look too much like ineffectual putzes when you stop to think about it - is there not an ON AIR sign visible? Would they not find a way to check?). Having a quick snapshot to show us that while Shrue's words are being heard, they're not necessarily being listened to, felt like a fair and humane compromise.

[akkivee]

YOU MAY QUESTION IF YOUVE TAKEN THE RIGHT PATH AND FEEL LOST BC OF THE CHOICES YOUVE MADE BUT YOU KEEP STEPPING ANYWAY YOURE STILL ON YOUR WAAAAAAAAAY🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

[lsdoiphin]

In public, yes.

In her private life, absolutely not. She had many doubts about the arrangement, some of which had nothing to do with Alexander (now King-Regent Andimeur) as a person.

In fact, Ancha found it difficult to have much of an opinion about Alexander as an individual at all. Since Amalthea and Alexander married at a young age (both about 18), she struggled to conceptualize him as a whole human man. Placing judgment upon his person when he was hardly older than a boy and thrust onto the throne at short notice felt... unfair.

Of course, it has been a good 27 or so years since then (and over a decade since Amalthea's death). In that time, Ancha has come to realize that Alexander is... well, kind of grating.

[moralesfilms]

“it’s gonna be okay.”

— peter parker, earth-1610.

“everything’s gonna be okay.”

— peter parker, earth-65.

these lines were each one’s last words/said just before they died.

gwen and miles are more alike than I initially thought.

[everyryuujisuguro]

[sillyravenpassingby]

Crying because Gwen knew of the many possibilities of gwens and spidermans falling inlove and she didn't mind at all. And with her being the spiderman in this scenario and her peter now gone, wouldn't that make her safe from death? But then she thought of Miles. Now STEP.ASIDE. cuz why on earth would she think about Miles if she hadn't already fallin in love with him hUH?

Think about it... she's the one who started this whole conversation at the clock tower. There's no reason for her to do that if she doesn't even consider him a love interest. And like that other post i saw, she hesitated because the 2nd part of this love story is the ultimate deal breaker. But she waited on Miles to respond. She wanted Miles to take the LEAD. That's why his response easily put her at ease.

[lcstkey]

2. does your muse find it easier to sleep in a warmer room or a cooler room?

@diademreigned | Already Answered Here

Sleep Related Headcanons

[fictionadventurer]

Beauty and the Beast for the WIP game?

My only real attempt at writing poetry before this year happened during a stretch when I tried to write a Beauty and the Beast retelling in verse. I got about two-thirds of the way through before it fizzled out and languished forever unfinished.

When it comes to my recent novel-in-verse obsession, the simplest option would be to take another look at this work and try to finish it. There's a lot of terrible poetry in there, but there are some that are somewhat better than I remember. I can't claim to be a judge of what's good poetry, but some of these are readable, so I'll share some of them here.

The first set of semi-readable poems covers the first meetings between Beauty and the Beast. (These are all numbered, and I'm leaving the numbers in place to better differentiate between separate poems. I think the speaker in most of these is fairly clear from context, but just in case, I'll put the speaker's name in the title, too.)

VI. beauty and beast

he is every nightmare i’ve ever forgotten he is thunder and darkness and death he is fear with fangs he is beastly

she is every dream i’ve never dared for she is roses and sunlight and life she is hope with jewels she is beauty

*

VIII. beauty

the chair creaks when he sits

my knees quake when he speaks

the master laughs when i ask

when i will die

my ears doubt when i hear

my mind reels when i realize

the master wonders when i began

to think he’d kill me

IX. beast

the rules are these you are mistress of this castle the servants will obey your every whim the rooms and all within are yours including me

you will dine with me at dusk we will not speak if you want silence you will look at me and try not to scream

i will not harm a hair of your head i will not cause a moment’s worry you will do whatever you wish except leave

X. beauty

his mercy shatters my world makes it bigger and at the same time smaller

how can i live in a monster’s cage

my life will be long and lonely with him my friend and at the same time jailer

how can i look at a monster’s face

the castle teems with wonders that all belong to him and at the same time me

what do i do with a monster’s love

*

The next set of poems I feel like sharing starts with Beauty finding a portrait in the castle, and then leads into her sharing a dance with Beast that makes her kind of freak out over the fact that she might be falling in love.

XXII. beast

today you found a painting in a long-forgotten room covered in cobwebs and shrouded in dust

there was a reason it was lost

the portrait showed a man with a face like the dawn and eyes like the sea you thought he looked kind

he was young and a fool

you may keep it if you wish or lock it back in darkness it matters not to me i used to see him daily

i doubt i’ll see his face again

*

XXIV. beauty (and beast)

if rooms have souls the ballroom is wise a radiant beauty long past her prime

she treasures the days when she lived and was loved she keeps them and counts them like pearls on a string

(she is not the only one, my dear)

long past midnight in moonlight and hush this sleepwalking girl can glimpse former days

a flash of a gown and a whisper of waltz what glorious balls must this room have beheld

(they were marvelous indeed, my friend)

it seems a shame she grows old alone with nothing but darkness and dust held within

i would dance for her return the spark of life if only we had music and i had a partner

(i will gladly dance with you, my love)

XXV. beast

my dear beauty don’t you know i learned dancing long ago

one step closer take my hand with a waltz you’ll understand

let the music guide your feet in a dance that’s slow and sweet

hand in hand and heart to heart it’s not love but it’s a start

XXVI. beauty

he is hulking beastly

i am small delicate

i should be stumbling crushed

but

we marvelously miraculously dance

and it feels like flying

XXVII. beauty (to the portrait)

man on the wall i may be mad but i must give voice to the storm in my heart and you are the only one near

the master puzzles me i know his home as well as my own but i know so little about him

(is he beast or man or nightmare or dream or captor or friend)

i saw his face and thought him a beast

(but he grows roses and reads poems and has never killed or even raised his voice)

i heard his voice and thought him a monster

(but he spared my life gave me his home and all he owned offered his heart and never once has been anything but gentle)

i watched him dance and thought him a man

(with grace like an angel or a prince and i think that maybe he was not always so lonely and that his heart aches for things lost)

what am i to think do say be feel about him now

and why do these questions always come at midnight

*

The final poem is one that I had completely forgotten about, so I was shocked to find it lurking in the latter sections of the document and showing signs of using some decent imagery. By polishing up the last couple of lines, I've got something that's not half bad as a standalone poem.

This one occurs during an extended period when Beauty is still trying to process her feelings toward Beast and figure out if this is really love or if her feelings are being warped by isolation and close proximity.

XXX. beauty

if this is love it is a dark and grasping love a child stumbling in the night crying for a candle flame and cherishing the smallest spark of light

if this is love it is a bleak and desolate love a skeleton tree in a barren desert windbeaten and scrubbed to bone and bursting into bloom at the first drop of rain

if this is love it is a smoke and mirrors love a sleight of hand or trick of light that takes my broken heart and fools me into thinking he can make it whole

[not-poignant]

wait okay so now that you're seriously thinking of publishing, will you be writing a new prequel to game theory with the new 'Canon'? like the story as it's meant to have happened between gwyn, augus, terho and the nightingale, or are we just starting from game theory?

ALSO I'm so glad that you might be publishing the ftv soon for wholly selfish reasons -- you're clearly done writing about these characters, but personally I am nowhere near done reading about them, and I'm definitely not creative enough to write fanfiction myself either, so I'm just stuck rotating the characters inside my head like a microwave😭😭 it's really tough out here!!!

imagine the massive wave of new readers and the new community that's gonna come in once the story's more accessible... IT'S SO EXCITING

Hi anon!

No prequel, I'll be starting with Game Theory (and Deeper into the Woods will be published afterwards as a prequel, just as it was chronologically in general!)

Quite a bit of Game Theory is being edited and new content being added (anyone on the Gary & Efnisien tier can already see about 2,000 words of new content in the first three chapters alone, including new scene/s with Crielle), and some content being removed where it's OOC. The events with Terho and the Nightingale will be explained in Game Theory, with Gwyn likely meeting with Terho (or learning about him) a few times within.

As for Fae Tales, you know, it's nice to think there will be some new readers, and there might be like a handful or two, but there will be no massive wave. It is the least popular thing I've written in proportion to the amount of time I've put into it. Even the AUs have all generally done better proportionately.

It's one of the reasons I've never rushed to publish, honestly. It's a lot of work to put into something that you know will never financially justify itself. To the point where I think other projects are far more viable financially (Underline the Rainbow as a series I actually think would be great, because new, meaty omegaverse has a very intense (though small) fanbase and I think that series would bring more people in).

There would be no massive wave of new readers. I think we'd be lucky to see at most about 10 or 20 new folks, and I'll cherish everyone, but I'm also pretty realistic. More people find all my other works these days than Fae Tales, The Ice Plague is still one of the worst performing things I've written in proportion to length + time + work investment (despite being one of my favourite series out of anything I've written).

I think I'm realistic, and I also think there's a chance that the Fae Tales Verse if published could draw some haters. Most people don't want that level of BDSM in their epic fantasy, unless it's much lighter 'romantasy,' which Fae Tales definitely isn't. There's even a chance I might get my KDP author account suspended because of breaching content TOS/violations.

So yeah, it's a risk, but I'll take it. It's just not a risk I'm prioritising right now, because I can't see a way that the Fae Tales Verse will ever really go that far. Hand on heart, way more people who come over from my fanfiction find Falling Falling Stars and Underline and almost no one (with maybe a few exceptions - I love y'all) goes into the canon these days unless they're older / long-time readers.

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

This ones a little out there (hi anon), but if you have any other ideas for the prompt, i liked your platonic encanto omegaverse a lot

Shall do! Madrigal family shenanigans ahoy

Look, everyone knew Pepa was emotional. Always had been. Even before her Gift, she was known as the loud one, the giddy one, the emotional one. Would-be bullies quickly learned not to mess with Pepa's siblings. It usually resulted in the gangly little Alpha throwing fists- and her fists were as hard as stones. Add in the threat of a storm and no one wanted to mess with her. Not unless they were stupid.

Really, they should have expected that her protective streak would include Félix. She was protective enough as a friend and sibling. As a girlfriend? Pretty terrifying.

Félix happily told Agustín and Bruno that he loved it, smiling that dreamy smile he always wore when Pepa was discussed, or in his line of sight, or even just in his thoughts.

Bruno mimed strangling himself. Agustín fondly rolled his eyes, not sure which of them he was more exasperated by.

Pepa had once thrown another boy into a pond for stealing Agustín's glasses. She took her role as an Alpha seriously; she was protective, fierce, but never cruel. She was not a walking-talking stereotype, though Agustín knew she worried about acting like one. When she fretted like that, it was only Julieta and Bruno who could calm her down. Even Félix struggled to make her see how amazing she was sometimes.

Times like these however? Agustín watched, already biting back laughter, as Pepa chased off a girl who tried to flirt with Félix. A black cloud hung ominously over Pepa's head and a cold breeze rushed through the village square. Pepa snarled at the girl, fists clenched, and remained tense and snarling as the girl quickly backed away. It was funny, Agustín would freely admit. Pepa was so tall and gangly, Félix so short and stocky- and some people seemed to think it should be Félix jumping into fights, not the other way around. Agustín couldn't imagine Félix punching anyone- not unless they seriously deserved it, or unless it was self-defence. He just didn't have a short fuse.

"Knight in a yellow sundress," Julieta murmured, amused, as Félix grabbed Pepa and dipped her into a dramatic kiss.

"Dorks," Bruno said fondly.

[cream-and-tea]

man i loved tsv s2