#And which could be said about literally anyone on Earth. Literally none of them are personal qualities he admires that are specific to Gil

[kizzer55555]

DP x DC: The Most Dangerous Card Game

Ok so Danny has essentially claimed earth as his. And he is fully aware that there are constant threats to the planet. Now he can’t stop a threat that originates on earth (that’s something he’ll leave to the Justice league) but he can do something about outside threats. Doing some research on ancient spells, rituals, and artifacts, he cast a world wide barrier on the planet to protect it from hostile threats so they cannot enter. This will prevent another Pariah Dark incident. However, barriers like this come at a price. You see, there are two ways to make a barrier. Either make one powered up by your own energy and power (which would be constantly draining) or set up a barrier with rules. The way magic works is that nothing can be absolutely indestructible. It must have a weakness. The most powerful barriers weren’t the ones reinforced with layer after layer of protective charms and buffed up with power. Those could eventually be destroyed either by being overpowered, wearing them down, or by cutting off the original power source. No, the most powerful barriers were the ones with a deliberate weakness. A barrier indestructible except for one spot. A cage that can only be opened from the outside. Or that can only be passed with a key or by solving a riddle. So Danny chooses this type of barrier and does the necessary ritual and pours in enough power to make it. And he adds his condition for anyone to enter. 

Now the Justice league? Find out about the barrier when Trigon attempts to attack, they were preparing after he threatened what he would do once he got to earth. How he would destroy them. The Justice league tried to take the fight to him first but were utterly destroyed, so they retreated home to tend to their injuries, and fortify earth for one. Last. Stand. Only when Trigon makes his big entrance…he’s stopped.

The Justice league watch in awe as this thin see-through barrier with beautiful green swirls and speckled white lights like stars apears blocking Trigon and his army’s advance. The barrier looks so thin and fragile yet no matter how hard the warlord hits, none of his attacks can get through and neither can he damage said barrier. That’s when Constantine and Zatanna recognizes what this barrier is. Something only a powerful entity could create. For a moment, the league is filled with hope that Trigon can’t get through yet Constantine also explains that it’s not impenetrable. And clearly Trigon knows this too for he calls out a challenge. 

And that’s when, in a flash of light, a tiny glowing teenager appears. He looked absolutly minuscule compared to Trigon and yet practically glowed with power (this isn’t a King Danny AU though).

And that is when the conditions for passing the barrier are revealed. And the Justice realize that the only thing stopping Trigon and his army from decimating earth. The only way he can get through….is by beating this glowing teenager in a card game. 

Not just any card game though. The most convoluted game Sam, Danny, and Tucker invented themselves. It’s like the infinite realms version of magic the gathering, combined with Pokémon, and chess. And Danny is the master. So sit down Trigon and let’s play.

(The most intense card game of the Justice league’s life).

After Danny wins, this happens a few more times with outer word beings and possibly even demons attempting to invade earth, yet none have been able to beat the mysterious teenager in a card game. Constantine might even take a crack at it and try to figure out how to play. He’s really bad though. Every time this happens, the Justice league worry that this might be the time the teenager looses. Yet every time, he wins (even if only barely). 

Meanwhile, Danny, Sam, and Tucker have gotten addicted to the game and play it almost daily. Some teachers might seem them playing the game are are like ‘awww how cute’ not realizing this game is literally saving the world. Jazz is just happy they aren’t spending as much time on their screens playing Doomed.

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Jan behind the cut; “project sidekick”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“This is such bullshit,” Wally bites off, because it's not like he's not Wally, he's been Wally all this time, nobody could tell the fucking difference including Uncle Barry and his parents and Batman and his teachers and friends and him–except they're not, none of them are, the Flash is his uncle but he's not the Flash's nephew, he–he–

He’s not. He remembers them, but none of them remember . . . remember . . . 

It’s a different Wally West that they’re all remembering. A different Kid Flash. A different . . . 

They think he’s different. They think he’s not . . . 

He’s not Wally West to them. Not to any of them. 

He doesn’t–he doesn’t know what . . . what’s going to . . . what’s he’s going to . . . 

“We must only wait, my friend,” Kaldur says like they’re even actually friends at all, but Wally doesn’t know how to think of him as anyone else. He is Kaldur, same as–he remembers everything Kaldur remembers and he’s genetically identical to Kaldur and he’s actually technically probably more Kaldur because everything he did was something Kaldur would have, because he didn’t know the stupid difference! He’s Kaldur, just three months farther along. All he ever did was what Kaldur would’ve done. 

So he’s Kaldur. He’s more Kaldur than the real Kaldur. 

And literally no one else thinks that. No one else thinks that, and if Wally ever actually said that, they’d all think he was about to go fucking supervillain on them or something, which actually maybe would be justified, if only because supervillains get to do shit like burn down or explode or disintegrate entire fifty-three level labs and every single doctor who’s ever worked in them and also break into Belle Reve and personally vibrate Desmond’s larynx out of his fucking throat! 

It’d take longer to kill him than the heart would, and maybe Wally really is going to end up a supervillain. Maybe he’s a shitty person or he has mind control somewhere in his head that just hasn’t gotten triggered yet or– 

“I am actually very not-good at waiting, that’s kind of my whole thing is being bad at waiting, if you forgot,” Wally cuts his own thoughts off with, forcing his hands not to vibrate with speed–or Speed. “Or it’s Kid Flash’s whole thing, anyway, and my stupid ass didn’t know the difference.” 

The Flash kept looking at him like he was worried about what he was gonna do and his–and–and the Wests are gonna be so, like, upset and horrified and probably be upset with themselves, too, since it’s not like they tweaked he wasn’t really there–wasn’t their–wasn’t the same kid they’d been raising all his life, and Batman told Dick he was sorry, which–how often does Batman even do that, say he’s freakin’ sorry like that?! 

And–and the Wally who’s been in stasis on sublevel 53 for the past three months is gonna come get his life back and not know anything that’s happened or anything that’s going on, and–and–

And M’gann and Artemis are gonna be so freaked out. Like, Conner’s one thing, they came in knowing about Conner being a clone and he does, actually, look different from Superman, what with the whole “being half his physical age” thing, but them–they all look exactly like the guys whose lives they stole and maybe they do have freaky mind control in them, maybe they’re not safe to be around, maybe they’re creepy awful evil sleeper agents or–or– 

“And yet the necessity for the waiting remains,” Kaldur says gently, the total actual asshole who can only act like that ‘cuz he got cloned from the most chill and most responsible sixteen year-old who has ever walked the fucking earth, Wally is pretty sure, and he got made out of a socially-inept loser who literally no girl alive would ever look twice at and who can’t just slow down when he–! 

“Sure it does,” Dick says, then lets out a mean, bitter little laugh. It’s not a laugh Wally’s ever heard from him before. 

But he heard it when Dick told him about . . . told him about the circus, and Zucco, and . . . 

That’s not even something that actually happened to him. Not even something that happened to this Dick, which–actually, yeah, never mind, Wally will take the socially-inept loser who can’t slow down compared to remembering watching the Flying Graysons fall. Remembering watching that from their kid’s perspective, all the related thoughts and emotion and–and Dick remembers all that awful stuff, remembers losing his parents and his life and his whole world, and he doesn’t even get to feel anything about it anymore. 

He never even met the Graysons. Never lived with them or travelled with the circus; never performed in front of cheering crowds like he remembers loving, never knew any of those people, never actually felt all that rage and grief and helplessness. 

So no one’s going to think it counts, now that they know he’s not the Dick Grayson that actually did do all those things.

And now Dick’s actually lost his parents and his life and his whole world, because none of it them were ever his at all, and he remembers feeling that twice, and remembers exactly how awful it was the first time. Remembers what it did to him the first time. How it changed him, and what it made him, and . . . 

Yeah. Wally will take the socially-inept loser of a gene donor, actually. The socially-inept loser of a gene donor is looking pretty good right now.

[writerofsorts]

Moment of Suspicion

(image creds: to the owner)

pairing: jason dilaurentis x female reader.

summary: 2x03 "my name is trouble" episode imagine/rewrite.

warnings: none.

*read previous part here!

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A week later, [Y/N] came to an empty home from school. After grabbing a snack, she decided to do some reading before starting her homework.

Just as she finished up a chapter, her phone rang from next to her on her bed. When she saw the caller was Spencer, she frowned in worry. Placing the bookmark on the recent page, she closed the book before answering her phone.

"Hey, Spence," she greeted, placing her book on the nightstand before sitting up on the bed again. "Everything okay?"

"Hey, [y/n/n]. Yeah, everything's fine!" Spencer answered rather enthusiastically, which made [Y/N]'s brows furrow.

"Alright, Spence, spill," she said in a playful stern voice and heard Spencer sigh on the other end.

"I may have called you to ask a favor," the brunette answered slowly.

"Sure, what is it?" asked [Y/N].

"Toby's working for Jason and I'm really worried," Spencer explained. "Can you check on him for me, please?"

"Wait, since when did Toby start working for Jason?" [Y/N] questioned, surprised.

"Since this afternoon," Spencer replied.

"You don't sound too happy about it," [Y/N] said.

"How can I be?" Spencer sighed. "For all we know, Jason could be hiding Ian, protecting him, in that creepy house."

"Spence," [Y/N] sighed this time. "I still don't think Jason would want to help his sister's murderer."

"Then, how do you explain the shadow I saw in his house yesterday?" Spencer challenged. "[y/n/n], I was right outside talking to him when I saw someone move upstairs. And, he told me he lived alone. He was clearly lying."

[Y/N] remained silent, processing Spencer's words. She still didn't believe Jason could be helping Ian hide.

However, she did find Jason's sudden return to Rosewood pretty strange. It was true that he didn't owe anyone explanation; yet, his cold demeanor towards her friends confused her because she had thought he had changed after working on Ali's memorial with them.

"Hello? Earth to [y/n/n]?" Spencer interrupted her from her thoughts.

"Sorry, I'm here," [Y/N] replied, shaking her head, hoping to remove her suspicious thoughts regarding Jason. "But, yeah, I'll go check on him."

"Thanks so much, [y/n/n], I owe you one," Spencer breathed out.

"No problem," smiled [Y/N]. "But, I have to ask you something."

"Sure," Spencer replied.

"You literally live right next door to Jason," [Y/N] spoke. "Why not just peak and make sure Toby's okay?"

"I tried," Spencer sighed out. "But, I couldn't see anything."

"It's okay," [Y/N] chuckled. "Alright, I'll check on your defenseless boyfriend and update you soon."

"You're very funny, you know that?" Spencer deadpanned.

"Sorry, I just had to," [Y/N] giggled. "Don't worry too much, alright? I'm sure Toby's okay."

"I'll try," Spencer replied. "Thanks again, [y/n/n]."

"Of course, talk to you later," [Y/N] answered and the two said their goodbyes before hanging up.

…

Once [Y/N] got near the DiLaurentis house, she noticed a shirtless and sweaty Toby first, who seemed to be hard at work with a shovel in his hands. With another few steps, she noticed Jason who was dressed in a tight blue t-shirt and faded denim jeans as he placed some heavy bags in a wheelbarrow.

She took a deep breath in to calm her racing heart as she walked closer to the two men. Her steps must've been quiet because neither Toby nor Jason took notice of her, lost in their work.

"Hello," she greeted, causing the two men to look up at her in surprise.

"Hello, [Y/N]," Jason greeted her back with a smile, standing straight as Toby did the same.

"Hey, [y/n/n], what are you doing here?" Toby asked, resting his hands on top of the shovel.

"A little birdie told me that you got a job so I figured I'd stop by and say congratulations," she replied, hoping her breathy voice didn't give away how nervous she was -- especially with Jason's gaze on her.

"Is that little birdie's name Spencer?" Toby asked, smiling mischievously.

"Of course, not," [Y/N] said, a little too fast for her liking. "Haven't you heard? My friends and I are spending some time apart. Doctor's orders."

"I just saw you guys together recently," Jason replied before Toby could and [Y/N] looked at him. She knew he was talking about the time he caught the girls sneaking out at night a couple of days ago.

[Y/N] looked back at Toby, who had a Cheshire cat grin on his face.

"I wonder if that was before or after the doctor's orders," he commented.

"It- it was before," [Y/N] replied slowly and shifted to look at Jason when she noticed Toby didn't believe her words.

"It's alright, I won't tell anyone," Jason chuckled, holding up his hands. A few moments later, he cleared his throat before asking, "I'm gonna grab a drink. Do you guys want something?"

"I'm okay," Toby replied just as [Y/N] said, "No, thank you."

Jason gave her a smile in return before turning to walk inside the house.

"Alright, [y/n/n], what are you really doing here?" Toby asked quietly once Jason had disappeared inside the house.

[Y/N] sighed and walked closer to Toby, glancing at the closed door of the DiLaurentis house once.

"Spencer sent me," she admitted, making sure to keep her voice as quiet as Toby.

"I had a feeling," Toby sighed.

"She's really worried," [Y/N] said.

"Why is she so scared about me working for Jason?" Toby asked in genuine confusion. "I mean, he's been nothing but nice to me so far."

"She thinks he's hiding Ian," [Y/N] whispered, taking another glance at the shut door.

"That's insane!" Toby said a little loudly when [Y/N] shushed him.

"I don't know what goes through your girlfriend's brain," [Y/N] shrugged playfully.

"What do you think?" Toby asked her suddenly.

"Sorry?" [Y/N] frowned.

"Do you think Jason's suspicious too?" Toby questioned her and [Y/N] dropped her gaze from his for a moment.

"He hasn't really given me a reason to be suspicious about him so far," she finally said, looking up at Toby, who nodded at her in understanding.

Before Toby could reply to her, Jason walked out of the house, carrying out a trash bag with him.

"I would invite you guys in but the place is kind of crazy," he said once he was closer to Toby and [Y/N].

He threw the bag to the side when it opened and several bloodied gauze fell out of it.

[Y/N] stiffened in her spot and her eyes widened at the sight. She looked at Toby, who looked at her, concerned. She had a feeling Toby might've been reconsidering their conversation and to be honest, so was she.

"Uh, I cut myself," Jason explained with an awkward chuckle, rubbing his palms in his jeans.

"Hope you're okay now," [Y/N] said meekly once she was able to get some words out.

"Yeah, it was just a small cut," Jason replied and [Y/N] nodded.

"Well, I should get going now," she said, slowly backing out of the DiLaurentis yard. "It was nice seeing you two. Good night."

"Good night, [Y/N]," Jason answered.

"Thanks for stopping by, [y/n/n]," Toby told her with a smile. "Text me when you get home, okay?"

"Will do," [Y/N] smiled back at him and gave one last wave to Jason before turning around and making her way towards her home.

While walking, she sent a quick text to Spencer, letting the latter know that Toby was okay. She decided to keep the suspicious-bloodied-gauze from Jason's trash to herself as she knew sharing this with Spencer would make her friend go on a dangerous hunt to know what was up with Jason.

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[myfamilyllashea]

Ending Fires

As Jesus, God and the Holy Ghost pointed out & all this is about is about Jesus's life & not yours and mine- ending fires involves putting up none flammable tents and tarps & then you remove the oxygen from underneath the tent or tarp by sucking the oxygen out & that be at no cost to anyone since Jesus, God, the Holy Ghost want that to be done at no cost to anyone to help them & you do not sell God, Jesus, the Holy Ghost or all others mentioned in this post. Essentially what Jesus pointed out it is like putting the lid over a candle & flame goes out. Centralia, Pennsylvania(called by colonists not actual natives to here) is an example of where this needs to happen & other mines burning worldwide, wildfires, small fires, and fires resulting from weapons etc-all weapons causing fires & not should be stopped, burning trash should be stopped,or anything w/ toxic chemicals or burning chemicals & that much contains chemicals & they are fucking up Jesus, God & Holy Ghost's earth as they said & their are some who could do something about it that totally know that and do nothing about what they are doing to us and themselves. All credit for the above post goes to Jesus as he is my king, I love Jesus more than all, Jesus is God's begotten son with Mary Luke 1:, Matthew 17:5, Jesus is hot bestest friend/family and is smart, has feelings, is totally real, exists and God is the same way Super Hot and Brilliant, the Holy Ghost is extremely hot & super wise and so is God's sons & family, God he is my king-friend/family & creator totally real exists and has feelings, and Holy Ghost is my king/comforter this all real & I literally talk to them & they literally talk back this is 100 percent true & you can have them as your family & friends too(& they all mentioned in the is post want you as their family and friends too)-with Jesus, God, the Holy Ghost and God's sons and family for loving Jesus as Messiah, King, lord &savior, and this not a mental issue & psychiatry should be stopped and negative feelings regarding all of God's sons I talk to also every moment of everyday & I cannot go without talking to any of them and Jesus my king-Lord & savior, God, the holy ghost you do not worship them & they want you to worship Jesus as messiah, God peter 1:17 & Matthew 23:9, and the Holy Ghost (acts 2:17) all of them do. Because you love Jesus they talk to you back(luke 12) God's sons, family & friends.All credit for this post goes to Jesus, God, the Holy Ghost & input in this post from God's sons mentioned below including all of Legion, & God's family& friends that totally exist have feelings & are beautiful inside and out like Michael my closest bestest friend ever & adorable husband and family, Satan my best friend/family-I'm no satanist either which all of Legion & Satan want to go down Legion my bester/polite friend & family, Belial my closest friend & family, Mammon my closest friend & family, Death my closest friend & family, Gabriel my closest friend & family, Abaddon my closest friend & family, Beelzebub my closest family, and other sons of God & God's angels-the same & others(genesis 6, Enoch 6)-no other Gods besides all of God's kids-not worshipping them but love them much-Only worship Jesus, God, and the Holy Ghost. Jesus is God's begotten son with Mary & is the Messiah & my laci's lord & savior that are also my closest friends & family. This is all real & true & that many do not understand this could happen for you too with Jesus, God, the Holy Ghost & God's sons, family & friends-just talk to them you just have love Jesus for all of them mentioned above to talk back to you literally out loud & you can be friends & family with everyone. Please read all blog posts on here & all on lacilashea(not some)-I know it's a lot-all on myfamilyllashea (not some) -all credit for this blog, myfamilyllashea, my flickr, and my-laci's life as a whole goes to Jesus, God, the Holy Ghost & input from those mentioned above to understand further with all just actually read all the way through thanks & read the all of the comments too on each blog-thanks.

[kit-screams-into-the-future]

a couple of guys have been throwing around doc being ace in the tags of my recent post so naturally. i have thoughts. allow me to subject you to them:

i agree. that man is asexual. clara is also asexual. i would think both of them are a little bit bi as well!

not that either of them think too hard about it though. if you ask them they would say they are 100% attracted to the opposite sex and for the most part that's true. but doc totally had some sort of vaguely homosexual rivalry with another scientist while working on the manhattan project and clara probably had a crush on another girl when she was little. also the 1980s has a lot more Gender than the century previous so once the shock of women wearing pants wears off she's going to be like hold on a sec.... they're kinda cooking in this century

(clara would not use those words in that order fs but that's the only way i can convey that lmao)

none of them would look into those experiences. they'd just assume oh every girl thought this one specific other girl was like super pretty and smart and cool growing up. every scientist has an infuriatingly stubborn yet brilliant and objectively good-looking rival in the same department. that's just how it is!

bisexual tangent over. back to asexualism

doc and clara are more the "enjoy each other's company" couple than anything like sure they'll kiss or whatever and that's nice but they'll have infinitely more fun talking about their interests

they'd probably only get schnasty because they know that's just what couples are meant to do. like they'll try it once and they'll agree it was a solid 7/10 experience but do you know what's a guaranteed 10/10 every time? 49th reread of journey to the centre of the earth!! woohoo!!

which brings me. to the real point of this post. where did jules and verne come from.

as an ace doclara truther i initially subscribed to the "they travelled in time to adopt a couple of orphans who were otherwise going to die and be lost to time" bc it's cute and it's like how doc saved clara so now they're in love. but the more i thought about it i was like hold on. something's up here

because doc spent 10 years building that train so the first thing he'd want to do with it (besides going into the future to get parts for it to fly) is return to let marty know he's alright right. like in the movie sure he picked up einie first but that's bc that's einie

so unless those boys are freshly picked up off the great depression streets logically i do not think that can be the case. as nice as this headcanon is

so my next thought was like ok. we can still make this adoption thing work. maybe these orphans have naturally occurred in the 1880s (<- certainly one of the string of words i have made)

but we know doc. sure he's had his moments of flipping the bird to the space-time continuum but in general he tries his best to keep it intact i think

taking up a blacksmithing job? minor improvements to the lives of the citizens of hill valley. probably not going to cause anything major. also he needs money. marrying a schoolteacher? she was going to fall off a cliff and die originally so it's not like that's going to make anything worse. (although now a lot more kids are literate in this timeline so something is definitely different. but also what is she gonna do, not teach?)

but adopting two kids without knowing their fates beforehand.... risky business. who knows who those two are supposed to be. and it's not like they can pick up two kids who they know for sure would probably pass without their intervention bc doc is a doc from the future but he's not THAT kind of doc from the future.

so with that said. begrudgingly. i think jules and verne are biologically theirs. unfortunate for the adoption headcanons but that's the only logical way i can see it

not to say the adoption headcanons are wrong and bad i just don't know how they could obtain two children without worrying about messing things up. so if anyone has any ideas how please enlighten me

[hollowed-willow]

Back to looking too much into props and stuff for Todd. This might have already been said(?), but Todd has an Algebra 2 book when the rest of the poets are in trigonometry (which is a level above Algebra 2), and I feel like this really shows his character in a subtle way. Focusing on the "I will always be in my brother's shadow" part. I feel like him not being a "math person" makes a lot of sense. Especially in most countries, schools and society as a whole put a lot more emphasis and appreciation for math and science in comparison to English and the arts, which Todd is more proficient at (I could literally go on a whole rant about this-).

Also, what grade level were the Dead Poets in? I took Algebra 2 and Trig simultaneously my freshman year (although I'm like 2 or 3 years ahead math wise), and I took chem sophomore year. I believe that they're supposed to be upperclassmen, but nothing mentioned if they were juniors or seniors. I think they're juniors for a few reasons. For one, I think it would just be mean to make Todd move schools senior year even if (based on his personality) he wasn't super close to anyone at his previous school. That's moreso an emotional reason, so for the actual facts, in the late 50s, because of the rise of the Cold War, education in math and science was encouraged. More and more high schools were offering classes like calculus and generally higher levels of education in comparison to just a few years prior. Since Welton is supposed to be one of the "best preparatory schools for boys," It's likely they followed suit. So, the boys learning trigonometry in junior year isn't a farfetched idea.

As for their science class, I'm uncertain? My school made us take Earth science, biology, chemistry, then a vague "one more science credit" (I took AP Bio then forensic science), so I'm not sure what the standard path is for science classes (I'd love to know if someone has that information). Another point is that Welton is a private school, so many of the kids come from wealthier families, yet none of the poets have a car. This could be in part due to a school policy of not allowing student vehicles on campus, but the line about Todd getting a car during Todd's birthday scene about what things he could have gotten puts me more in favor of them being juniors. Typically, students get their license junior year, so parents will gift them a car around that time. And last, but not least, they don't really talk about getting into college at all? There was the scene in the cave where Pitts said he might go to Yale, but he might not, and that's about it. For a school so adimate on college, if they were seniors, I fell like applying to colleges and acceptances would be a lot more prevalent in conversation. I feel like if they were seniors, that would be a major point of conversation even within the movie. A big part of the movie is setting the students up for college and their life outside of Welton, so mentioning that this is their last year at Welton would make sense.

But, on the other hand, in the movie there isn't really any extras that seem like upperclassmen that aren't in their class, and the four boys holding the banners with Welton's four pillars were all a part of the same class (Cameron, Hopkins, Knox, and ofc Neil) which seems like something that would be specifically for seniors. I'd love to know your thoughts, critiques, etc. on both matters :)

TLDR: Todd is in a math below the rest of the Dead Poets, which further emphasizes the notion that Todd is "less than" his brother, and also I think the poets are juniors.

[jotun-philosopher]

Good Omens & Steeleye Span

Terry Pratchett was a great fan of English folk-rock group Steeleye Span (which fact is in itself cause to check their stuff out!). While it's unlikely (from what I can tell) that deliberate references made their way into either the book or the show, the fact remains that three of Pterry's particular favourite songs from the Span have some interesting thematic resonance with elements of the show, particularly what's happening with Aziraphale and his mental health *cuddles him*

Let's check 'em out, eh?

We'll start off with The Good Witch, from the Wintersmith album. The first half is a bit more applicable to Crowley, with lyrics like, "They never said why she was wicked/That was just taken on faith" (the very literal demonisation of Crowley and the other fallen angels, anyone?) and, "But a Good Witch/Really likes people/Good Witches really do care/For even, the mean stupid, hapless ones [...]" (just as Crowley and Aziraphale both care about humanity even when we're being dumbasses). The line, "It's everyday caring, loving and sharing/That's a Witch's centre and soul!" is pretty strongly applicable to the overall message of Good Omens, for all that only two or three characters technically count as literal witches -- though Aziraphale's official Heavenly job on Earth could be considered as a parallel to the role of Discworld's witches (albeit an excessively perfectionist version, with no expectation of the support network that the witches have; Granny Weatherwax would doubtless have Words To Say to the Metatron, none of them nice).

The spoken-word second half is an abridged excerpt from (I'm fairly sure, open to correction) the novel Wintersmith about the mental costs of a witch's job -- what we might call burnout and compassion fatigue -- as part of a scene demonstrating the witches' system of mutual support. With that in mind, it's very easy to see how Aziraphale's arc in S2 could be interpreted as him entering a bit of a pre-cackling phase, with good intentions going sideways rather than actual malice -- though there's obviously a huge whack of trauma in the mix for him.

Also, as a bonus -- that voice doing the spoken-word bit?

That's not someone doing an impression.

That is the actual voice of the actual Sir Terry Pratchett! :D #GNUTerryPratchett

Next up is Thomas the Rhymer, Pterry's very favourite song from the Span. It's the band's version of an old Scots ballad (Child Ballad 37) about Thomas the Rhymer, who is taken to 'Elfland' by a faerie queen and serves her for seven years, returning to the human world after that time with the gift of true and accurate prophecy and/or the inability to lie.

There're some interesting GO parallels here; the seven years' service parallels a common interpretation of The Final Fifteen, with Aziraphale being interpreted as going Up to a miserable Supreme Archangel job. I'm disinclined to agree with this interpretation, @vidavalor having been very persuasive in the matter of 'Satan, in the Bookshop, with the coffee' (that's a whole series of metas that're well worth a look!), but that interpretation of TF15 can also be seen as paralleling Thomas the Rhymer, if you see Thomas in the ballad as having been tricked, deceived or otherwise coerced by the faerie queen.

The 'true and accurate prophecy' element has an extremely obvious GO parallel (hello, Agnes Nutter!), and the inability to lie could find a finale parallel in Aziraphale, post-Fall, directly or indirectly spreading the truth about the Heaven/Hell dichotomy -- namely, that it's built on multiple falsehoods about the goodness of angels and the evilness of demons, for the sole purpose of maintaining the personal power of Satan and the Metatron -- and thus bringing down the whole rotten house of cards, as visually foreshadowed in Nazi Zombie Flesh-Eaters.

As a side note, the line 'harp and carp, come along o' me' in the chorus refers to a choice the faerie queen presents to Thomas in the original ballad, between the gifts of musical skill ('harp') and speech/prophecy ('carp'), and has some potentially interesting interactions with the Ineffable Cant chronicled by @vidavalor (this meta's a good starting point, given the use of 'carp' -- a type of fish, or a verb meaning 'to speak'/'to gripe and complain for frivolous/petty reasons').

Fun fact, the ballad is based on a real 13th-century Scots laird called Sir Thomas de Ercildoun (the town known today as 'Earlstone') or 'True Thomas', who was held in popular folklore to have the gift of prophecy and truth-telling.

Finally, we have The Making of a Man, Pterry's favourite song from the Wintersmith album. It's an adaptation of the children's song about what makes a human that's a fairly major plot point in Wintersmith. There's a lot of stuff about physical elements, but what's particularly relevant to Good Omens is the intangible stuff (the last three lines, in the book's song) -- strength enough to build a home, time enough to hold a child, love enough to break a heart. The Ineffable Husbands absolutely have all of these qualities:

Strength enough to build a home -- the Bookshop, and ultimately the South Downs Cottage

(I was having trouble finding a gif of the lizard-ised kids)

(Love this gif! They're so soft and protective and badass and gorgeous!)

Time enough to hold a child -- saving Job's kids, raising Warlock, supporting Adam when he needed it

Love enough to break a heart -- the entire dang series! (I make no apologies for my choice of gif [cackles evilly])

Regardless of immortality or other supernatural abilities, the Ineffable Husbands have all three intangible qualities, and are wonderfully, gloriously human (and we love 'em for it!).

Hope you enjoyed that! :D

[scekrex]

Hi! I just wanted to say I've been obsessed with your work as of late, especially all of your Adam works. And since your taking requests I was wondering if you'll be interested in doing this?

Bottom!Sinner!Adam x Top!Overlord!Male Reader

okay, so Reader is one the oldest residents of Hell maybe even older than Zestial. He has a reputation that precedes him. A myth/warning that parents tell their children to watch out for. But not many actually know him, just of him. He can be cruel/ruthless, but also merciful. Basically he's Hell's equivalent to Hades, lol.

BUT! What's a Hades without his Persephone?

Adam came back as a Sinner and instead of going to the Hotel(that would most definitely destroy his pride) he went to navigate becoming a Sinner himself, since this is kinda a opportunity for him, he can be himself without worrying about Heavens judgmental eyes on him all the time.

My headcanon about him is that he loves gardening, so he made his own Flower Shop in Hell with all the random/different flowers all around. Because I'll be damned if he doesn't at least have any powers that connects himself to the Earth/Nature, he's literally made from it, with some fucking dirt and pixie dust, lol

So Reader is hosting a small ball/banquet in a few weeks for the everybodies whose an anybody(rich and wealthy/the Sins/the Overlords) and he order some servants to make flower orders for the upcoming event, and who did they pick? None other than Adam's Flower Shop(that is not it's official name).

Readers hears his servants talk about the owner with soft and warm voices, which he admitted made him curious. So he made an excuse, and made his way to the shop himself. Once he met the owner he was already taken with his beauty(already whipped, lol). As well as Adam, he never met anyone that was taller than him. He never met anyone that so Domineering and he liked it, liked it a lot. He had Adam arranged a bouquet that would be ready in time for the ball/banquet.

On a wim, the Reader asked Adam out on a date for the next day, which he agreed to. After a few dates transpired, until it was the day before the ball/banquet. And Adam made the first move😳, until Reader took control of the situation, which had Adam a begging, moaning mess, asking for His Hades to go faster, while the Reader is praising His Persephone for being so good.

Sorry if this is so long😅

Never. I repeat never apologize for giving me such a beautiful, detailed prompt ever again. I ate it up and turned into whatever the fuck this is. I'm sorry this took me so long but I wanted to do justice to the long prompt you wrote. I hope ya like it

Part 2

Tell me lover, tell me where have you been

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, low-key slow burn

note: not beta read bc fuck you

The time had come sooner than you had expected it to, the ball that was traditionally hosted every two hundred years was your responsibility this year and you were quite grateful for that - you could only imagine the chaos a host such as the VEEs would have brought. It was not that you disliked them, they just had their own ways of doing things and those said ways felt disrespectful in many ways. So it was your pleasure to show them how a traditional ball such as this would be hosted so that they could take notes and inspiration - not that they were actually going to acknowledge the work you were putting into organizing this. They would probably even complain about the lack of something. But that was not your problem right now.

Your problem right now were the eager little imps running through your mansion in order to prepare it for the upcoming ball, that was unnecessary in your eyes, given that there was still so much time between today and the ball, but whatever that helped your little servants to sleep at night. If they were thinking of it as necessary, you were okay with it.

“Cree,” you called out for your personal assistant as you walked through the halls of your mansion, looking for your favorite Imp. Cree was taller than the other Imps that worked for you, if only by a little, for a male Imp his horns were surprisingly small and instead of black, they were white. Cree however, was an absolute sweetheart, despite his grumpy face. The Imp came running the moment he had heard you calling out for him, eager to fulfill whatever task you were about to give him, “How can I help you, Sir?” You smiled softly at the small creature - his head was just reaching the lower part of your hip bone - that was due to Cree being small and you being taller than the average resident of Hell. You kneeled next to the helpful Imp to decrease the height difference and talk to him in a more respectful way. “Thank you, my little friend,” you greeted the creature, “I need you to task Vere and Kian with organizing the most hellish looking flowers they can find.” The little Imp was about to run off to do as he was told, before he was able to do so you gently held him back to add, “Please do not only consider the ones we already know, I do not care whom the flowers are sold by, all that is important is for them to fit the theme.” Cree nodded firmly and once you let go of his arm, he was gone, informing Vere and Kian - two other Imps that were working for you.

-

“Oh and the way the aura changes when you enter his little store - he’s a normal sinner but the way he managed to do that feels magical,” you heard Vere speaking as the little Imp walked down the hallway, you had never heard him speaking with such a dreamy voice - that might have been because Vere was one to complain about everything, not always was it supposed to be taken serious, but the little Imp sure liked to complain about everything and everyone. So him talking so warm heartedly about the store made you peek up in curiosity. “Oh and the owner himself? Let me tell you, Cree, you will never meet a person quite like him,” Kian added to Vere’s dreamy sounding description of the place and its owner. That caused you to be even more interested in the topic. “Is that supposed to be a good-” Cree started to question but was quickly interrupted by an eagerly explaining Kian, “It fucking is - he is…” The Imp had trouble finding the correct word to describe the person he had met, because how were you supposed to describe the brunette without playing it down? “Divine,” Vere hummed, sounding like he had just met God himself and he had told the little Imp all about the beauties of life.

You were not able to hold back any longer, not when your usually judgmental staff was talking so positively about the person they had just met.

So you got up from your seat in your office, took a quick look at the receipt Cree had given to you before he had gone back to doing the tasks he had yet to fulfill. A mental note was all it took before you rushed out of your office, grabbed your coat on the way out and yelled a loud, “I’m out doing business, don’t expect me home any time soon,” through the hallways. The Imps turned around in confusion - especially Cree, who knew that you had nothing scheduled for today. But before your personal assistant was able to hold you back the door fell shut loudly, informing the entire manor that you had just left. The Imp sighed in frustration as he turned back around to face the other two Imps, “Looks like we have to reschedule some things with Sir gone.”

Hell’s streets were surprisingly empty, a thing you rarely got to experience due to the pride ring’s overpopulation, but it was nice to not walk through thousands of sinners. The flower shop Vere and Kian had picked was close - closer than most shops in general were. Probably the reason why they had chosen it, they hated walking through hell’s crowded streets just as much as you did so you could not blame them, especially because the pride ring suffered from extreme overpopulation.

The building wasn’t much to look at from the outside, it looked like every other average building in hell - maybe they had been talking about something else? Had they grabbed food on their way home? You didn’t know, yet you decided to give it a chance and so you opened the door to the little flower shop and the moment you set foot in it, you felt something shift. The aura felt lighter, easier to carry, the air smelled beautiful - not too overwhelmingly sweet and not like too much, it smelled almost divine. The colors the walls were painted in were so different from Hell’s usual colors, they were bright. A beautiful lilac caused the room to appear bigger than it was. The floor was made out of solid wood - or it was made to look that way, you were unable to tell. The shelves were painted in a shade of blue you would describe as skyblue - yes the sky down in Hell was red and nothing but red - but through the portals to Heaven which you had seen once or twice during the early exterminations, you knew the sky up above was blue - this exact shade of blue.

“You gonna stare at that shit all day? If you do I'll fucking charge your ass for it. You look like you can fucking afford it,” a annoyed voice mumbled from behind you. In a swift yet elegant motion you turned around to look at the person that was speaking to you only to spot the most holy creature you had ever seen with your very own eyes. The man behind the counter was resting his head on his hand, watching you with eyes that seemed more curious than annoyed, his entire body language told you that the tall man seemed to hold a lot of curiosity for you in general. You chuckled softly, before you shook your head, “As much as I would adore to spend longer in this divine feeling place with a person as good-looking as you - I am afraid I have plans that I am sadly unable to cancel.”

The tall brunette straightened his back and raised an eyebrow at your words - had you just complimented him for his looks? That had not happened since- since he had been reborn as a sinner. But his cocky tongue never failed him and so he responded, “Mr. Busy got shit to do that’s more important than talking to the fucking Adam? Yeah, I fucking doubt it bitch.” That caused you to frown, the first man was not supposed to be a sinner so if this man was speaking the truth - which you highly doubted - then he must have been a terrible person. Not that you were any better, you were just as much a sinner as he was. Yes, you were more experienced and more powerful, but in the end you and him were both rotten to the core. “Charming, quite charming, Adam,” you hummed in amusement. And while the brunette must have thought his reaction to your words wasn’t noticed by you, you had seen how his eyes had left yours for a split second. “But as much as I would love to tell you that I came for you, I did not,” you explained, trying to lead the conversation to a more business speaking one, though you had to admit the brunette in front of you was quite adorable.

Adam however made it quite hard to talk business, not that you truly minded. Yes, your schedule would get messed up, but you had already thrown that out of the window the second you had spontaneously left to see the flower store you were currently in. “Ay, you migh’ve not come for me yet but I sure can change that if your sexyness wants to accompany me in the fucking back,” a confident grin was on his lips as he ran his hand through his hair, pushing the soft, fluffy mess out of his face. You saw something twitch and flicker behind the broad man - a tail. Truly interesting. “As tempting as your sweet invitation is, I have to decline. Business sadly can’t wait - at least not today,” for a moment you thought this through, then you decided to simply see where this would lead you. “How about tomorrow though? I could pick you up and we could have lunch together - how does that sound handsome?”

Adam turned his head to face the ground, he seemed to be genuinely thinking about it, something you appreciated dearly. Then his eyes met yours again and he nodded before he responded, “Sure, can’t see why the fuck not.” He shrugged lazily before he pointed at you with his index finger and quickly added, “But food’s on you.” To that you nodded - it only made sense to you that lunch would be on you considering that you had been the one inviting him, not the other way around.

“Now talk business hotstuff, even though I’d rather have ya talking dirty to me.”

-

The first date had gone so well that the both of you started to see each other regularly - that meant almost every other day. Something your Imps did not like all that much. Seeing someone in a romantic way took up a lot of time - time you technically did not have given the upcoming ball. But you, Adam and the Imps had managed to get everything done in time.

And that was why you and Adam were at his place. The first man had taken the day off to enjoy it with you - something you had asked of him and that had seemed quite important to you when you had requested him to do so. And given that the brunette liked it better when you two spent time together, there had been no second thought, no hesitation.

“You’re quiet,” Adam addressed the most obvious thing as you mindlessly played with his hair. The both of you were sitting on the first man’s bed, your back against the headboard and his back against your chest, his ass was seated between your legs and he seemed to really enjoy having you that close to him.

A quiet hum fell from your lips in response before you exhaled loudly, “I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” Adam leaned forwards a little so he was able to turn his head in order to look at you. Where this conversation would lead he did not know and at that moment he wasn’t sure if he wanted to figure out where it would lead him to. Would you quit seeing him? Had you finally decided that you had enough of his bitchy attitude and would leave him too?

“I know we have only been seeing each other for a few weeks, I know we have yet so much to talk about and to confess, but I’d love to have you at my place tomorrow. I want you to accompany me at the ball,” you began, as you looked down at the other male with hope in your eyes. Though if he were to decline, you would live, you’d like it better if he were to agree. “Sure,” Adam said, visibly relaxing at the fact that you were neither quitting to see him nor leaving him in any form or way. “As my date, my partner even,” you finished, ignoring the brunette’s little interruption. Those words however caused the first man to turn around between your legs to properly face you. “Does that mean I get to fucking kiss you in front of all those fucking important and filthy rich people?” his eyes shone so pretty as he asked that question as if that would be the biggest achievement in all of his afterlife - and maybe it was.

You chuckled at the man, grinning lazily, “Even better. You get to kiss me whenever you desire.” And without another word the first man was onto you. His hands pressed against your shoulders and therefore kept you pinned against the headboard as his lips finally met yours - oh how long you had to wait for that to happen. His lips felt smooth and soft against yours and Adam was quick to prove that he was a magnificent kisser.

The kiss did not stay soft for very long though, you both made it obvious that you craved the other, that you two were longing for skin on skin contact. You wanted and desired each other and it was not only lust speaking, it was also love. The purest form of love you had ever felt. AdamÄs hands roamed from your shoulders over your chest and all the way down to your hips. Once his hands reached their destination he gave your hips a light squeeze before pulling them up a little to press his pelvis against yours.

A groan fell from your lips and met the lustful hiss of Adam - that was when you decided it was time for a switch. You liked seeing Adam so confident, so dominant, you truly did. But a thing you had learned over the past couple of weeks was that you liked the first man even better when he was all flustered - submissive even. So you skillfully caught his wrists in one of your hands, raised them above his head and leaned forwards. That action of you resulted in Adam falling backwards, landing onto the soft mattress with a surprised gasp. You found yourself on top of him, sitting on his hips to keep him from twisting the positions again as you pinned his hands firmly against the mattress above his head. A whine escaped Adam as he tried to thrust his hips upwards and was met with friction he had not been expecting.

“Oh fuck,” the first man mumbled when his lust clouded eyes met your burning ones. “Already on it, handsome,” you growled eagerly.

[longsightmyth]

Books read in January 2025

I said one day I'd do it and I found myself laying awake in bed instead of sleeping and went. You know what. I should do that.

A Duke In Shining Armor, by Loretta Chase

3.5 stars

I won't say this is a dud, because Loretta Chase never truly writes duds, but it is. Perhaps. A little less riveting than the Loretta Chase novels I am used to.

Ten Things I Hate About the Duke, by Loretta Chase

4.5 stars

WE'RE BACK, BABY. We stan a lady ready to fight parliament, the regent, and probably god. With an umbrella. Whilst informing an ingrate duke that he is, in fact, an ingrate. They find love through the power of Mary Wollstonecraft. Her mom defeats their enemies through politely worded social threats in one (ONE) carriage ride with the offender. Her dad leaves it in her mom's capable hands and asks if they want tea. Her meek outwardly socially conforming sister is sniffing out competent legal and parliamentary aids one at a time and delivering them to her father like a cat leaving dead mice. The sister might marry of them later if she thinks they're competent enough.

Komarr, by Lois McMaster Bujold

5 stars

Reread. Apparently when I get brain frozen I pick up Bujold or Aaronovitch. Go figure. Ekaterin is still the queen of my heart.

Daindreth's Assassin, by Elizabeth Wheatley

3.5 stars

The beginning of this was very good, but unfortunately started going downhill once the romance kicked into gear, mostly because I wasn't sold on the eternal curse-breaking devotion happening so fast. In fairness this was also about the time I swapped to audiobook, which could have accounted for it: I didn't quite jive with the delivery.

The Arbella Stuart Conspiracy, by Alexandra Walsh

0.25 stars

You read that right. Storygraph lets me give quarter stars and unfortunately I had to use them. I spent entirely too long throwing increasingly deranged snippets and summaries of what was happening at an increasingly incredulous @oldshrewsburyian AS WELL AS the bookening, who were perhaps less surprised at the poor prose, worse character development, abysmal representation of historical research, and nonsensical plot progression but only because there is literally a thread in the bad books channel called 'Myth's Bad Tudor Habit.' I really think that anyone who decides to make up from wholecloth a conspiracy theory about Kathryn Howard having secret legitimate twin tudor children, one of whom is swapped with Mary Queen of Scots at birth, must simply commit to an alternate history and current timeline. You just have to. There was too much. Lettice Knollys faked being Lizzie 1. None of the executions actually happened except Arbella Stuart was apparently burned at the stake. Her daughter wrote the 'fake history' we know today, which these 'historians' will be killed for discovering for Reasons. It's too much. You have to put some of that back OR you have to link it somehow to earth logic.

A Civil Campaign, by Lois McMaster Bujold

5 stars

You can't read Komarr and not follow up with A Civil Campaign, even if you, like me, read A Civil Campaign before Komarr on the first reading round.

The Goblin Emperor

5 stars

There's a new one in the series out this year, okay? Was I NOT supposed to read about Maia doing kindnesses until he accidentally gains the eternal loyalty of a lot of people, including a political fiancee who is eternally twenty feet too far away to stab people trying to assassinate him and mad about it?

Captain Vorpatril's Alliance, by Lois McMaster Bujold

5 stars

Have you accepted our lady and savior Alys Vorpatril into your heart? You should. The book wasn't even technically about her and she still managed to steal the show in her grief and anger and love and loving angry grief. Also she raised her son to be a wifeguy, and boy is he.

My Inconvenient Duke, by Loretta Chase

3.5 stars

Once again I reiterate: this was not a dud. In fact parts of this were really great. Loretta has started interacting more and more with the fact that she is writing historical romances about English Nobility and what that historically... meant. It's possible this one was my own fault, as I went in expecting a second chance romance with a pragmatic lady unafraid to get her hands dirty. That's... not really what this was, and probably waiting for that to happen made me enjoy this less than I might have otherwise.

Long Live Evil, by Sarah Rees Brennan

5 stars

This was published last year and I preordered it and owned it and had to wait to read it because Sarah Rees Brennan's books take some Emotional Commitment and I was pretty sure this was gonna take some brain power and some heart power and possibly some help in the form of the power of friendship and I was CORRECT. A+. We love a man who can follow instructions. We love all of these characters in this house. We love an examination of what stories mean and when characters can become real to us-the-readers and also a good dance number about being evil.

Anyway it's a good time! Prepare to leak snot and saltwater.

[fluffywolverine]

why i believe sauron does not exactly "love" galadriel

let's discuss saurondriel, shall we?

i have to start with exposing myself - i don't exactly ship it, because up until the finale i believed that sauron's motivation was never affection, but only manipulating galadriel into siding with him. i never believed in sincerity of "if i could just hold on to that feeling" nor "not dark, not with you at my side", i only saw that in context of sauron saying what galadriel wanted to hear.

but.

then in s2e8 sauron said "not all of it" [meaning his acts being only an illusion] and… well, i still don't think it's love per se, but i believe he perceives this simply as deep connection. let me explain.

we have to start with a very important statement: sauron is NOT an elf, orc, human, dwarf or any other race more or less related to us. he's a maia, a primordial being, sort of either an angel or a lesser god. he's been alive longer than any middle-earth race, and he will never be quite like any of them. furthermore, while the valar have spouses - meaning we might assume they can form romantic relationships - the maiar are always mentioned alone, none of them being ever married (or at least most of them - please correct me if i'm wrong). my conclusion is that the maiar, including sauron, aren't exactly inclined to romance.

enter sauron meeting galadriel.

i believe the thing that drew him to her was their main similarity: being cast out by their own people for going too far in their actions while believing they do good. they both had to suffer loses for their purpose, they also both desired to fix what was broken - galadriel by sauron himself, sauron making amends after serving morgoth.

i feel like sauron saw himself in galadriel a little bit, he saw the same fire, the same passion, which ultimately led galadriel to the light and sauron to the darkness.

let's also not forget that the thing TROP showcased really well is how opportunistic sauron was. he sees a chance and immediately takes it in order to shift for his own gain. would he create a bond with any other elf or even other powerful being if they had joined the raft? of course. it being galadriel was a coincidence, he would have used anyone else and if there was never anyone, he would've come up with an entirely different plan.

it ends up being galadriel though, so he slowly starts getting closer to her and here we get to the tricky part - does he actually fall in love? on galadriel's part we know that she does, it was confirmed by charlotte brändström, the director, and frankly, i agree with here, on galadriel's part i can definitely see the romance slowly building up. with sauron/halbrand there, i can only see the likeliness of minds, and, what sauron hopes for, but never actually happens, the same path for a common purpose.

i think he shares a similar kind of deep platonic connection with celebrimbor, but with him, it's mostly based on shared love for craft. sauron, originally being an apprentice of aulë (the OG smith if you will) must've had grand love for this craft, and i believe he saw the same passion in celebrimbor. that was the field they bonded over, and it's just as platonic as his feelings for galadriel, only with her, it was more generally oriented, not focused on a single thing like craft.

there is also one aspect i wanted to talk about, meaning galadriel binding sauron to light. i see it in a way that sauron is afraid of turning into morgoth 2.0. he saw what his old master did, how he spiralled down into the madness of power. sauron doesn't want that, not because it was literally evil, but because that's what led to morgoth's fall. sauron saw his mistakes and had to make sure he doesn't follow the same path. now would sauron actually stick to light with galadriel by his side if she joined him? i don't think so, i think he would abuse his power and her, which would eventually end in his fall after all, but i think he must've thought pure of his intents.

of course everyone can interpret saurodriel in any way they want, i just wanted to propose something different in a romance centred world, where the only way for characters to be together is either lovers or (much less common) friends. i think it's valuable to step out of this box, especially with a character who might not know love at all.

[iheartteamnuke]

Every song from Short Circuits 03 by The Garages and how it relates to Skyblock Kingdoms

Because I'm normal. Some background:

WHAT IS SHORT CIRCUITS 03? - SC3 is an album by the garages that came out in February 2022, parallel to the last short circuit season in blaseball (long story). One of the more cohesive albums that the garages made, it's about time, how fickle everything is, and what you do with what you've got. And also has the funniest disstrack ever made. (Also I'm on it)

WHY SBK? - Because there's something so finite about skyblock due to the void that's under everyone's feet, and also they're dealing with god nonsense too. So it works. And I can do whatever I want so there.

OKAY NOW ONTO THE COMPARISONS

diary entry 7/15-7/28 + fourteen days is not enough for my screams to reach your ears: O.S.S.H.A. Avid + Avoid. The horror of realizing everything can swallow you whole so quickly and being unable to stop it. There's so much you want to say. And do. And you can do none of it. So you just have to sit there. Avoid has been in limbo for 1000 years. There is so much he wants to do. So much he wants to say. He can't, there's no time and all the time in the world (if anyone's out there somewhere between me and earth / or somewhere far out in the dark places / I hope my words have brought you some comfort / for one last time, this is Alice, at the end of everything.)

will: Sapphire. Just. Everything about Sapphire. Her imprisonment in Ruby's body and how they've been there for seemingly eons and need to get out (i know my chances are gone / odds almost one thousand hundred to one / but while there's still one / one shot / im searching for a way out / i'll keep searching for a way out), the relationship between Saph + Nav as well as Ruby + Viking in general and how push and pull it is (free me, take me, see you on the other side, let me go). This is the song that made me start thinking about SBK in connection to this album as a whole because it's SO in parallel

STRIKEOUT: Doovid. I continuously describe Doovid as a webkinz soaked in milk (which he is) but he's also a lot of fun! And this song is sososososo fun but is also about the most loser webkinz soaked in milk guy ever. To be fair Doovid is not a loser, but he has the like. Vibe of someone who walked into a party without knowing anyone due to the fact that he is the only average guy on the server full of people CONSTANTLY going through it (when my horoscope said that "my life would be changed" / i thought it meant that i would get to play college basketball / but i'm here, and i hear them call my name / i guess i should go). This song could also be about Milkman if you squint.

hymn to a non-allergic reaction: my song!!! this can be taken in two/three ways- leon simping for olm (if you wanna be funny) or olm possessing vintage (if you wanna be angsty) or O.S.S.H.A. Avid tubing his friends. Hey what if god showed up and wanted you to join his cult and in order to get you to do so he wrote you the most ineffective ad jingle known to man. But also what if he made not-so-subtle threats towards your friends and alluded to your role during the end of the world (so prep your family, say goodbye [tell all of your friends goodbye] / for the sake of peace they all may die). What if you wanted literally nothing to do with this (there is another god in the sky that calls my name. i do not want to listen to it, for it does not abide by science, but nothing in this world makes sense anymore, so f*ck it all, i guess.) but couldn't get away from it so you just. Gave up. Maybe this is also about Fool but idk much about him so bear with me.

two week world: less lore and more meta- SBK and it's community! This is a small community but it's one full of love and collaboration and we will cherish it for a long time. What the SBKers do here is gonna stick with us (maybe one day our light will guide someone home).

just bad: birch please. thats it thats the whole thing. if there's a line to compare it to. were like the netherlands weather in that just like it were bad. i take no pleasure in announcing the facts.

[worth-this-and-more]

my honest opinion on "bree cheated on nick with sel"

[spoilers for legendborn and bloodmarked, read at your own caution ;)]

listen, i personally am rooting for selbree since the start, since legendborn, but I swear I'm not baised

yes, at first glance, this looks like cheating. i will not deny that. the only explanation anyone is giving is that "nick left them and this is why bree kissed sel"

now the thing is, let us match parallels with another of my fav book series, shatter me in shatter me, juliette found she can actually touch adam without killing him and they mistook their barely formed connection to romance and that's when shit started going down and then when she was away from adam, feeling betrayed by him, conflicted by aaron because damnit why is he so nice to her, she feels she can fall for him because adam betrayed her once, right?

in legendborn, nick is the best guy bree can end up with, honestly. my guy is so flirty, so caring, so protective, anyone can fall for him, seriously. and so I understood how bree would naturally fall for him too. they weren't given time to spend together before his father pulled this whole shit and everything went to hell.

however, bree from legendborn is not the same as bree from bloodmarked. bree from legendborn is grieving her mother, guilty over her last argument, in this desperate obsession to find out her mother's death's truth. in the middle of it, nick felt like solace, safe, her "home". he was the only familiar person in this southern chapter so she would obviously be more connected to him than anyone else.

but bree from bloodmarked?? she has found a way to connect to her mother, which was stripped from her, then she is on a desperate hunt to get nick all the while trying to be the king everyone wants her to be. she didn't choose this, none of her ancestors did. and when she finally found nick, he left them. nah seriously, he left. i can understand how traumatizing his father's death would be for him to straight up kill in revenge, but he left. at your most vulnerable moments you self isolate, i know, but nick told bree not not look for him, them again asked her to come find him, knowing full well how risky it was for her if she could be caught. and staying away from sel he knew sel's oath would affect him, but his actions don't fully make sense. nick in bloodmarked is working on a completely different mindset and it is not blatantly obvious so i can understand why bree felt betrayed because nick has specifically asked her to come to him and then he just left?? he is processing his grief and i am sure the proximity has brought them together along with the arthur lancelot connection so maybe this is why i feel like it's soon. I'm not saying it wasn't real its really soon. literally a highschool romance.

and bree is having gradual feelings for selwyn since the start of bloodmarked. like not simply because he's the only one she knows thing, but because she genuinely tried to understand him and they went from enemies-to-friends-to-allies. those moments between them, and everything, it was concerning to me how bree switched from nick in her dreams to sel in reality, but it's kind of similar to how aaron and adam go about it.

bree and nick were not official at this point, so I personally don't believe its cheating.

and honestly guys they knew each other for like two weeks how on earth is that cheating??? didn't even make anything official and guys seriously they "felt like" they had a strong connection it was only two weeks of knowing each other damnit

she said they are "seeing each other" and that means you can see other people too like seriously guys get over it

[the-broken-truth]

Best Friend - Yandere Cassandra Savage

Broken Truth: I found out there is literally no content with Cassandra Savage and a Reader; at least, not from what I see. So, I'm making my own. You all really should have expected this from me by now.

Vandal: Wolf! Time to train!

Broken Truth (Shivers): Coming, Vandal! Gotta go! (Runs off)

You were Cassandra's Best Friend - the one thing she clung to from her old life before she joined her father - Vandal Savage - on the Warworld. The bond she shared with you was close enough to be considered a siblingship and - even though you were not linked to Cassandra through Vandal Savage - she still treated you as such; there were things she would do for you that she would never do for another. She would never admit it because she needed to keep her appearance up as Vandal Savage's Daughter, but you were her most precious one; she wouldn't tell you or her father, but she loved you. More than anything.

You lived a regular life on Earth - you had a job and went to school but you always looked forward to the weekends when Cassandra would come to visit you. The two of you would head out to get food and Cassandra would tell you all about her travels with her father - all lies, of course. She crafted a story that her father came to her for aid to spread his influence to make his business larger; which wasn't entirely a lie but she could bring herself to tell you the truth about who she really was, about who her father truly was and his mission, about where she had been all this time.

You sometimes asked her about her father, but she would always tell you that she didn't want to talk about her father, he was a rather reserved man and didn't like his business out there; you understood and refused to pry any further. That was another thing Cassandra loved about you - you understood her better than anyone and you knew not to test her boundaries. All she wanted was to be with you and rest her head on your shoulder as the two of you would sit and watch the stars; you would constantly ask her what she thought was beyond those stars and her answer would be the same: Beings more powerful than us.

Cassandra loved her time with you, however, all good things must come to an end and every mask eventually falls off and shatters into millions of pieces, revealing the monsters underneath.

It was a weekend like any other, Cassandra was waiting for you outside your school in civilian clothes; this was going to be the night she confessed her feelings for you and claimed you as her own, however, it would seem that fate had to throw a monkey wrench in that plan. Cassandra was leaning against the wall when she heard you laughing and talking to someone else - none of your friends knew who she really was so she saw no reason to hide herself.

Critical Mistake.

When her brown eyes locked with the brown eyes of Artemis Crock, who was standing beside you; she knew things were going to get bad. You saw Cassandra and waved at her with that dazzling smile of yours and you started walking over to her when Artemis grabbed your arm and yanked you back by her side, causing Cassandra to snarl and you to look at her with confusion in your eyes.

"Artemis, what are you doing?" You asked the blonde-haired girl who continued to glare at Cassandra while keeping her grip on your arm.

"Get your hand off of them, Huntress." Cassandra growled - no one was around so they didn't hear what she said, but you looked wide-eyed.

"Cassandra, how do you know who she is? What is going on?" You asked.

"When you told me her name, I didn't think it would be Cassandra Savage." Artemis said to you while glaring at Cassandra.

"Savage? That's not Cassandra's Last Name." You said to Artemis, who shook her head.

"She's been lying to you, [Name]." Artemis said.

"Shut your damn mouth, Huntress, and release them! Don't you say a damn word!" This couldn't be happening. Cassandra was so close to making you hers and now this brat was going to ruin everything.

"[Name], her real name is Cassandra Savage - she is the daughter of Vandal Savage, an immortal man who has horrible intentions for humanity for the sake of his plan to progress humanity." Artemis said

Your eyes widened...

"V-V-Vandal Savage?" You looked horrified at that name. You started thinking back to when you were a child: Your father was working on a project that consumed most of his time away from you and your family. You wanted to surprise him and hid in the cabinet in his office and waited for him to return with a smile on your face. He did return...but he was not alone.

A large towering man was with him - he had 3 large scars upon his face and eyes that were filled with an unknown emotion but you knew he was dangerous, so you kept quiet and listened to their conversation. Your father was working on something for the man and once he handed a small vial over, along with a file, the man placed them on the table and gently placed his hands on your father's head and spoke...

"You have aided Vandal Savage well...however, your usefulness is at an end. Rest now." The man - Vandal Savage - said as he turned his hands in such a way and a sickening crack was heard. You covered your mouth to keep from screaming or making any noises; you watched as Vandal hugged your father's body and gently placed him on the ground before he took the vial and file with him, leaving the office.

You waited for a while - 30 minutes - before you slowly pushed the cabinet door open and crawled to your father's body with tears in your eyes. You tried to shake him away but it was no use - he was gone. You curled up to his body and lay there until the police came and took you away while they took away the bodies of your parents; Vandal had apparently killed your mother before killing your father in the same way - a single snap of the neck and gently placed on the kitchen tile.

You looked horrified as you looked at Cassandra, who looked into your eyes as she shook her head as if silently telling you not to believe anything Artemis was saying, but you knew Artemis, you knew she would never lie to you. Not about something like this.

"You... You're Vandal Savage's Daughter? Vandal Savage killed my parents and you're his daughter? You never told me? Cassandra...why?" You asked with a whimper as tears threatened to fall from your eyes.

"[Name], please... Understand that I was only trying to spare you." Cassandra tried but you exploded at her.

"Spare me? SPARE ME?! SPARE ME WHAT, CASSANDRA?! THE FACT THAT YOUR FATHER KILLED MY PARENTS?! THAT YOU WERE HIS DAUGHTER?! THAT I WAS FALLING IN LOVE WITH THE DAUGHTER OF MY PARENTS' KILLER?! WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY BE PROTECTING ME FROM, CASSANDRA?!" You roared at her - she never saw you like this and she hated it.

"[Name]... Please... I didn't want to lose you - I never wanted to lose the person I love." Cassandra tried but you looked away from her. You couldn't take it anymore - your heart could take it anymore - so you bolted, away from Artemis and away from Cassandra. You never wanted to see her again.

Cassandra tried to run after you but Artemis stood in the way - this was all her fault. The one she loved and who once loved her ran away from her and ruined all her plans. She wasn't going to let you escape her love for you, she would find you, but she needed to deal with this pain in her neck before she could claim what belonged to her.

Cassandra would have you and there was nothing you or anyone else could do about it.

Broken Truth: Continue? Give me your opinions, guys. I would like to hear them, please be respectful, however.

[mischiefmaker615]

Ghost (Loki Love Story) Ch.4

Summary: Somehow Loki is back from the dead and.. quite literally, stuck with you! and his methods on trying to 'fix this' seems a bit to exotic for your taste.. but dead or alive, a god of mischief is still a god of mischief.

Rating: R

Theme Song: Ghost by Confetti

‘’stay away from me-‘’ you warn as you chuck a second pillow at his head, in which he dodged easily as his eyes gave a brief glance down to eye the table that stayed between you both.

‘’Y/N, really, you’re being ridiculous. I would never force myself upon-‘’

‘’that’s seriously the best result you got? You with your all-powerful magic, spells, knowledge and thinking capacity and all you could present is having sex to try to fix this issue??’’ you snap as you walked around the table slowly as he did the same, keeping it between you to as he tried hiding his annoyment.

‘’did you not even hear the first part of my idea?’’

‘’I’m not going to fall in love with you Loki. You cant force anyone either-‘’

‘’but darling, you already-‘’

‘’no!’’ you shout and push the table forward, it coming in contact with his crotch as he grunted and leaned forward, hands flat on the table as your own gripped the edges to keep It there. ‘’not another word about it either. We’ll just have to do some more thinking-‘’

The table was suddenly pushed forward into you, having you back up until your ass felt the back of the couch behind you and the table kept you pinned. an invisible force was holding it there and to your surprise, you looked up at Loki who was on the other side of the room, walking slowly forward. A point still went to you as he didn’t rise to his full height yet from his recent injury.

‘’woman, if we are to be stuck in these living arrangements until we figure this situation out, you are going to have to start listening better and stop trying to physically assault me unless you wish for me to treat you with the same kindness’’ he hisses, leaning forward against the table to look down at you as you slowly stop trying to push it off.

‘’..fine.’’ you said quietly and through your teeth.

After a second, Loki stepped back, gripping the table edge in one hand and pulled it forward so you weren’t sandwiched between it and the couch anymore. Slowly standing properly, you both stared at each other in silence before Loki noticing your muscles tightening.

‘’..don’t-‘’

You bolted to the other room, Loki hot on your tail as you ran to your bedroom, eyes searching everywhere and found none of your weapons you had spread out through your room as usual. Hearing him close, you jumped onto the mattress out of his arm’s reach and whipped around to raise your next pillow over your head. ‘’where the hell did you put all my weapons??’’

‘’why on earth would be needing them?’’ he asked with a narrow of his eyes and pull the blanket off the mattress, having it pulled from under you so you landed on your back, quickly propping yourself up on your elbows with a glare.

‘’so you do have your magic!’’ you snap.

‘’I never mentioned that I had lost it darling.. I have just a little bit of it for minor things. Perhaps ill regain all of it back once we’re intimate, look! We’re half way there’’ he mocked with a smirk and the pillow came in contact with his face before you brushed past him in a hurry as he chuckled behind you.

Now wasn't that something? 'Til now he'd been flippantly playing around when teasing you, but perhaps he'd grown a bit more... serious than he'd thought. He didn't let the suave smirk fall from his lips. If he really was starting to become serious about this intriguing woman who’s blush seemed to warm his heart every time he saw it, he should try to woo you a little more seriously... and with just a bit more of his natural mischief of course.

He didn’t chase, he merely stayed put until you got far enough away for you to snap back to your original position on the bed, making you bounce on the mattress. With a stubborn look, you sit up and look away from him as he crosses his arms and leans on your dresser.

‘’well, what ideas do you have if it isn’t my.. suggestion?’’ he asked, wording differently as to not to upset you. if he was going to try to get close to you, to help get you comfortable with at least the suggestion, the gentle approach would have to do, easing up on the sarcasm.

You sat there in silence a moment, your eyes avoiding him and your mind going wild. You both were stuck like this, forever bound until you figured out something. Blood on his attire, then he reincarnates... if that’s the proper term for all this. He was different- still as ass hole, but his powers were lessened. Was there a villain who was powerful enough and after you to strap you to this hell? No.. why would they bring back Loki..

‘’is it something in your blood?’’

‘’what?’’ your eyes move to him as you both stared at each other with curiosity for once.

‘’your not Asgardian,’’ he starts, nodding his head to motion to your wings. ‘’what of your people’s heritage? Blood?’’’

You shook your head with a small sigh. ‘’my people were known for their weapons, the love for war and our.. unique appendages’’ you start and your eyes raise up to his again. ‘’there’s nothing on record special about our blood.. or properties’’

Loki gave a small sigh, giving up on that theory and hesitantly came over to slowly sit on the bed, almost silently asking if it was alright but your eyes avoided him, not indicating anything of discomfort.

Your mind was spinning, trying to wonder about if there was any other possibility. There was nothing in your life you needed completion on.. but if you were being honest, you were lonely. A partner was in your wants at the time, and eventually you gave up on the chance from.. lack of interest and your busy Avenger life made it hard to maintain a relationship anyway. So maybe, but- why Loki?? Both your upbringings in Asgard were very brief around each other, though it was a bit difficult to remember everything from such a long-ago time. there was also no way in Helheim you were going to verbally consider his proposal.. but perhaps a friendship would fulfill the loneliness instead of it necessarily being love?

Your eyes slowly moved to his, almost startled to see how they were already staring at you intriguingly and you straightened, trying to gather your regular, independent self and got off the bed. ‘’…we’ll do some more thinking for awhile, and adjust to.. new life until then.’’

Loki gave a calm shrug, as if in no hurry to even fix this issue as he rests back on his elbows and gives a glance around the bedroom. ‘’well it is unclear until things are figured out, lets get back to thinking shall we?’’

Gods this is going to be awhile..

~

"Speaking of familiarizing, tell me a bit about yourself, darling. We're to live in close quarters with each other for the foreseeable future and I'd prefer us not to be strangers. Strangers are dull and distant and I don't tend to play well with them. Would it not be better if we were on... friendly terms?"

‘’is there anything else that leaves your mouth besides run on sentences and narcissistic examples?’’ you say just as casually as he watches you work here and there by putting pillows back.

‘’better explanations than unspoken assumptions of my character darling, I wouldn’t wish for you to assume that I am merely just a-‘’

‘’asshole?’’ you interrupt as you smooth out the last pillow onto the couch. Why you had so many? Who knows, but you supposed it was better than throwing knives all the time at people.

‘’pampered. Royal.’’ He finished dryly, straightening from where he leaned on the wall to plop down onto the couch you literally just neatly set up, quite close to you in fact as you stood there looking offended.

As he even man spread, his leg was practically touching yours as you moved yourself away to the chair across from him. if you squint, he was rather attractive but his personality killed it real quick as you crossed your arms.

‘’you don’t particularly like me, do you?’’

‘’we’ve been through this-‘’

‘’I mean,’’ he interrupted, his eyes a bit gentle as he sighed ‘’before my suggestion. You hated me as soon as you woke up, I’m curious to know if it was even back on Asgard..’’

You hesitated, a bit taken back at his honesty as you looked at him, arms uncrossing to rest on the arms of the chair. Why did it feel like suddenly you were the bad guy? ‘’..I don’t hate you Loki.. and if I’m being honest, I admired you on Asgard.’’

A brow raised from him in surprised, staying completely silent as he stared at you. were you both actually having a civil conversation right now?

‘’you took your duties seriously on Asgard, from your studies to your training. You looked forward to being king to better lives and the realms, Thor thought fighting was always the answer rather than civil negotiation.’’ You explained, the more you spoke the more your eyes wandered elsewhere as the memories of Asgard came back to you.

True you wouldn’t consider yourself of any importance rather than being in charge of weaponry and helping to train soldiers, but being around the palace gave you plenty of opportunity to watch the royals. Truth be told, it was obvious who you preferred as king, and Loki seemed to look at you as if you were a ghost.

As displeased as he was with hearing about Thor, for one to take his side for once rather than his brother was truly.. uncommon. Who was this woman?

‘’so.. what changed?’’ he asked quietly and your eye contact almost startled him as you looked at him with almost sadness.

‘’you did. Asgard heard about your little visit on Midgard and the New York incident. You chose violence, war, instead of meeting with any leaders to negotiate or join, you used force and manipulation.. dare I say, you used fighting as an answer just like Thor..’’

His eyes seemed to sharpen, being compared to his blond brother but he didn’t say anything and you knew you had to word things carefully now as your voice lowered.

‘’what was I suppose to think? Were you going to use the same tactics on Asgard? Fight us if we didn’t comply after Midgard? The other realms next? ..I never saw you after that but I did hear about how you were remaining in the dungeons..’’

‘’didn’t care to visit?’’ he almost joked, his eye contact elsewhere now.

‘’we never spoke.. ever except for your grace, highness, excuse me… I had no purpose there and the guards would have turned me down anyway without one.. but then I heard about how you helped fight with the dark elves’’

His eyes looked over again as if some hope of redemption from that, but by the look of your face and how it didn’t seemed pleased, he faltered.

‘’you posed as Odin after, and still didn’t withhold to your responsibilities as you would have a long time ago as king.. the realms were faltering.. Thor came, and once war settled with Hela, you both joined together and helped us.. something I thought id never see’’ you almost joked, seeing a soft smile on his lips as he began to remember the memories.

‘’and then you died.’’

The sudden sentence made him look over at you as if this was news to him yet confusion still remained in his eyes as his lips parted to speak but words took a moment as his hands mindlessly ran against the fabric of the couch. ‘’..and you hate me?..’’

‘’I don’t hate you Loki’’ you say, hesitating as well as you look up for better words. ‘’I’m just.. cautious.. maybe a little too much, but if the god I knew before is still in there, we will be fine. But on and off throughout your life, you’ve betrayed and taken turns for the worse after seeming to be on the right path. How can I trust and be okay being around someone like that? Despite your heroic last actions.. is it in your blood to be.. bipolar?’’ for lack of a better term.

Loki was silent for a moment, staring at you with such an unreadable expression that after awhile it was starting to make you nervous. Noticing how you began to squirm, he took a breath and laced his fingers together in front of him as he leaned forward on the couch. ‘’..how can I prove myself?’’

‘’..w-what?’’

‘’I wish not to be seen as an.. asshole, I don’t want you to walk on eggshells around me or fear at any given time. and I hope the pillow throwing or anything else for that matter can stop being hurled at my head. How can I show you, you are safe around me? That you won’t be betrayed, backstabbed or anything negative you think my actions will cause?’’

Now, you could be happy and impressed how he seemed to wish to prove himself and change, but how could you believe that that itself wasn’t a lie? His honesty though, assuming it wasn’t a mask, seemed genuine enough where you almost began to feel bad at how he stared at you. as if a puppy in the rain waiting to be let into the house.. but he was the very god of lies and couldn’t be taken lightly, so you gave him the same body language by lacing your fingers together and leaning forward.

‘’we’ll take things a day at a time. only time will tell.. lots of time.’’

Loki gave a gentle smile with a nod, leaning back on the couch as if he could relax again before he gave you a sheepish grin. ‘’well my dear, if we are to be roommates for a while, could I trouble you for a bath?’’

You blinked at him with the out-of-pocket request and gave a small nod as you awkwardly got up from your chair. ‘’sure a.. right this way..’’

Oh gods.. what will it be like to have the god of mischief as a roommate?

[crystalize-d]

was that yasmin carrera i just saw? could’ve sworn it was wally baram. weird. anyway, they’ve been in town for three years and still haven’t left. must be because as a 25 year old cashier at ollie’s oddities, they’re pretty emotionally-withholding + weird. but hey, i heard they can be authentic + self-reliant as well. we’ll see them around the outskirts, for better or worse. they kind of remind me of flowers growing back as thorns, the smell of sage & sandalwood incense. ( cis woman, she/her )

basic information:

full name: yasmin reem carrera

nickname(s): she has no friends but if she did they could call her yas lmao

age: twenty-five

date of birth: tba.

place of birth: chicago, illinois

ethnicity: syrian-mexican

nationality: american

sex & gender: cisgender female / woman

pronouns: she/her

orientation: bisexual / queer

language(s) spoken: english (fluent), spanish (fluent), arabic (intermediate)

family ties:

mother: sara carrera

father: luis carrera

siblings: older brother laith carrera, younger sister aisha carrera

spouse / partner: single

children: no

pets: n/a

occupation, hobby & personaity information:

position: cashier

location: ollie's oddities

hobbies: reading, crochet, astrology, baking

element: tba.

big 3: still deciding but def libra moon

personality: self reliant, weird, funny, authentic, emotionally withholding, clumsy courageous

physical appearance:

face claim: wally baram

hair color: dark brown

eye color: dark brown

height: 5ft 2"

build: slim/curvy, petite

tattoos: none (yet)

piercings: her ear lobes

clothing style: a femme vibe with a mix of skirts, crop tops, jeans ect. she wears earth tones and colours, sometimes spices it up with reds or something a lil more sexy (even if she looks awkward as hell in it sometimes)

distinguishing characteristics: her thick dark wavy hair, crooked teeth, tiny, *nicki minaj voice* big bewbs (i said what i said), at times unintentional resting confused face

favourites:

favourite bands: tba.

favourite movie: tba.

favourite food: tba.

lore:

cw: mentions of alcoholism & addiction

for most of her life growing up, yasmin's role in her family was to be invisible. she was born the middle child to strict immigrant parents in chicago, illinois. with an older brother who excelled in quite literally everything he ever tried, and a younger sister who quickly found herself caught up in the wrong crowd as a kid; her life was often fast paced, chaotic and at times unpredictable.

to compensate for this unpredictability - yasmin became predictable. see, she was quite sensitive to the anarchy which surrounded her life and which everyone else seemed impervious to. it just hardly ever felt like there was room enough for yasmin, so she tried not to make too much fuss, she didn't want to be seen as trouble or like she was taking up too much space. and when she wasn't invisible she was often playing mediator for her family.

this meant yasmin grew up doing what she was supposed to do. she stayed in school, never got in trouble, got good grades, didn't date anyone... she remained invisible. then of course she was raised understanding that her family came first. only, it was becoming harder and harder to continuously show up for her family over the years.

immigrant parents always work so hard and sacrifice so much for their children, yasmin was always so aware of this sacrifice, and it's cost. she knew her parents loved her and her siblings but they were just never there. her older brother laith worked his way through high school and college as an unsurprisingly gifted athlete; only to push himself too hard to fall so hard from that grace with a career ending injury in his senior year of college. then of course, aisha has always been the problem child. their parents were just never around enough to see her fall into the wrong crowd. she was too concerned about what the other kids thought of her, always trying to impress them and giving into peer pressure. the youngest carrera was using drugs and sex to find the validation and attention she lacked from the adults in her life. meanwhile, her sister yasmin was destined for wallflower life.

it was an uncomfortable mask for that part of her life. a role she played but one that wore her down because she never really got to be her true self, and her family never saw it.

this was because there was always so much tension in her family; laith was depressed and his sadness always turned to rage the more he drank himself to death. aisha's relationship with rehab remains unstable. her mom's mental health was on thin ice and her father was only working more to avoid ever having to come home and face his reality. they were picture fucking perfect.

all of this to say, yasmin sacrificed friends, relationships, experiences, and college to be there to always take care of her family and make sure they stayed sane. but after laith died, there was nothing more that could be done to keep anyone above water, that deep well of grief pulled them under. it happened so fast, and of course no one had been expecting it. it finally broke them, all of them.

a year after her brother died yasmin left. there was too much dead air at home, it felt suffocating. her family were broken and ever so reliant on her now it made her wanna scream every chance she got. but she always held herself together and worked her ass off, and saved enough money to get out.

she spend some times wandering around, finding her way through life on her own finally for the first time. then eventually, she ended up in danville. a quiet, town that somehow made her feel comfortable enough to let a little bit more of her weird out.

potential connections - please enquire within:

roommate: 0/1

unlikely bestie: kinda live for this vibe of dynamic for her so if you think it could work lmk

flirtations: always open to this but she will say something stupid probably

customers: at ollie's oddities

coworkers: at ollie's oddities

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

I AM BANGING MY HEAD AGAINST THE FUCKING WALL AND ABOUT TO CRY I'M SO FUCKING MAD I HATE ZKS I HATE ZKS I HATE ZKS

okay, now that THAT is out of the way. I hate how zutarians treat Jet. I get aang, as he is katara's canon love interest and the one she ultimately ends up with. Naturally, this would screw with zks' delusions so, yeah, I can see where the hate is coming from, I understand (though by no means do I endorse it)

BUT JET??? WTF DID HE DO?? He was never a "threat" to zk, because katara ditched the barely a day long crush on him the second she learned about his plan. Was it the fact that he (rightfully!!!) calls out iroh and zuko and is antagonistic of them for not just being fn, but for straight up being fucking ROYALS, WHOSE DIRECT ANCESTOR IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THE WAR IN THE FIRST PLACE??

It doesn't matter to zks that jetara was obviously never going to be canon. It doesn't matter to zks that jet's anger is justified. It doesn't matter that jet is probably one of the most tragic characters in the whole fucking franchise, who suffers greatly from war, becomes severely traumatized, loses pretty much everything and on top of that has an "honour" to be one of the few characters who DIES ON SCREEN. It doesn't matter to zks that he's just like katara, sokka and aang - a child permanently scarred by the war.

None of this matters!! He's now a sexist (wut) prick who downplays katara's achievements, toxic, cheats on her (wut) and in some cases just straight up abusive. Basically completely takes over what is usually aang's ""role"" in zks' fewer dreams as katara's abusive ex whom zuko saves her from.

WITH MY WHOLE FUCKING HEART - FUCK ZKS. It's one thing if it's projection and something like that for the sake of smut or whatever. I'm proship, I don't give a flying fuck about 99% of the stuff I see. But this is just a disrespect to Jet's whole character. Why can't they just make up a whole new faceless dude for the role of an abusive ex? Why does it have to be one of the characters, especially ones who were never interested in katara to begin with?!?!

1 - Jet has a lot in common with Zuko, but he is still obviously not the same as Zuko - yet Katara had feelings for him, and not for the fandom's favorite moody boy (and she had WAAAAAY better chemistry with Jet than she ever did with Zuko). Can't have that.

2 - Jet HATES the Fire Nation, which is completely fair (even if his actions in his introduction episode were attrocious). And this fandom, for whatever reason, LOVES to pretend "The Fire Nation totally had a bit of a point" and "Sozin was not an evil man, he just wanted to help people, please forget that he chose to use the comet to wipe out an entire race from the face of the Earth." Jet was always going to be controversial because the fandom would take his (incorrect) way of dealing with his trauma as proof he was 100% pure, while excuse Fire Nation characters that did bad things but had a heart/tragic backstory. Double-standards at it's finest.

3 - He antagonized Iroh and Zuko, two fan favorites. This is, apparently, the worst crime one can commit. As an Azula fan, I should know.

4 - The show was not always fair to Jet either. While they redeemed and KILLED him and the Gaang was clearly upset, the only time he is ever brought up again (without it being a joke) was in the Southern Raiders, and it only mentions the awful behavior he came to regret - not his change of heart. Sure, it was not an innacurate comparison at the moment, but it's unfair that the dude DIED to prove he had changed but is never remembered for anything other than his worst action.

5 - Bryke, unfairly, said anyone who ships Zutara is doomed to have awful, failed relationships for liking such a "dark" ship. They did not like that, and thus double-down on making anyone that had any involvement with Katara be the literal devil in their fics. Unlike Aang, Jet actually DID manipulate Katara once and showed he could get violent towards people with no provocation, so they latch onto that to go "See? OUR ship is not the bad one, THIS is!" completely ignoring Jet's regret, growth, and redemption, as well as Katara's forgivenes.

Anyways, Jet isn't even among my favorite Avatar characters, but Jesus, does the fandom love to crucify that boy for things they'd absolutely forgive characters like Zuko and Iroh for.