#Don't even get me started on the characters I kin-

[witch-sweets]

I really need to make an intro post but intro posts are haarrdddddd QwQ

[icedsodapop]

Thoughts on Sinners (2025):

I would like to thank god and Wunmi Mosaku's titties

Me when I saw Bo Chow:

This is probably Ryan Coogler's horniest film to date, and I love that

Holy shit, the sound mixing 🙌🏻

After hating on the White Americans, the French and the Spaniards in the Black Panther films, Ryan Coogler really turned to the Irish and said, "don't worry, I didn't forget about yall too!!"

3 words - Choctaw. Vampire. Hunters. Ryan Coogler, I demand a prequel

No but the Choctaw Vampire Hunters were hilarious. They can't be bothered to put in the labour to help the kkk couple. They really went, "you invited it, you deal with it. Godspeed." And peaced the fuck out ✌🏻 good for them

And the scene of the kkk couple inviting the Remmick the Irish vampire into their home while holding guns to the Choctaw pple even tho the Choctaw pple were trying to warn them? Perfect symbolism for how White pple would rather shoot themselves in the foot than listen to people of colour

Jayme Lawson's married ass getting her pussy eaten out by the male ingenue character, I support women's rights and women's wrongs 🫡

Me when the White music kinda slapped:

When Cornbread started going on about love and unity when he returned from peeing in the trees, I nearly yelled, "oh my god he's in the sunken place!!"

When the Irish vampire started river dancing during a tense moment:

The contrast between Sammie's music bringing pple/spirits of different times and cultures together while Remmick's is front and center in his ghoulish dance scene

Also the vampires only singing Remmick's songs but not songs from their respective communities even tho he preached about love and unity. Remmick speaking Cantonese only to threaten the Chinese shop owner.

The vampire hivemind being a metaphor for how White supremacy erases the uniqueness of different cultures to create the singular culture of whiteness

Remmick the victim of forced anglicisation of Ireland, Remmick the settler on Indigenous American land, Remmick who violently attempts to exploit a Black man's music to hear his (white) Irish kin again. Ryan Coogler, your mind

Sammie's music 🫱🏻‍🫲🏼 Annie's hoodoo religion being a bridge to the ancestors and the homeland. But while Sammie's music invites danger becos it can be exploited, Annie's spiritual beliefs helps them in contrast to how hoodoo has been demonised and dismissed

When the credits started rolling:

[heyimkana]

SO- uh kingdom and empires type of thing- Sacrificial bride reader with emperor jin-woo. To stop the wrath of the emperor on the small kingdom, the king gives his daughter (reader) to emperor as a sacrifice.

everyone things jin-woo is a cruel emperor and many rumors are going all around the world of his cruelty, so reader is sacred to the bone when she is before jin-woo. (He's just antisocial so he doesn't want to correct the rumors just like how rumors of him spread after jeju raid)

Jin-woo being SUCH A SWEETHEART and giving reader time and space even after their wedding. (He fell for reader) So whenever reader tries to get close or do any action to make their relationship more comfortable, jin-woo internally goes over the moon. (He's smithen for reader and I'm all for it)

OMGOMGOMG EMPEROR!JINWOO 😩 okay so I know you want to see some cute fluffy lovey-dovey scene and we'll get there trust me, but hear me out okay what if it started out like this:

WC: 1.1 K | Warnings: Murder, slight gore

With his long, silky smooth raven hair cascading past his shoulders, and his fringe falling over his eyes like a curtain, Emperor Sung Jinwoo is a sight to behold. His features are sharp and breathtakingly handsome, his body, sculpted by the Gods, swathed by black robe from shoulders to toe. He towers above others with his intimidating height, his gleaming purple eyes bestowing fear upon those who dare to stare back into them.

The emperor carries a dangerous air around him wherever he goes, his hair often tied in a high ponytail with two sheathed daggers resting on each side of his hip. He charges first during battles, despite being the most vital piece in the kingdom. Fearless and undefeated, his name echoes throughout the realms. Every victory he's brought home was all because of his strength. Every peace he'd attained was all because of the blood he'd shed. Death follows everywhere he walks, the soil drenched crimson beneath his feet.

Cold and distant, the young lord is very efficient with his words, which often leads to people misjudging his character. Some people perceive him as arrogant. Most people see him as cruel and merciless with the way he treats his prisoners, but no one knows that behind the gates of his palace, he's a gentleman who holds his family dearly, who seeks blood only to create a world where his young sister could walk freely without men leering at her from the shadows. He takes care of his dying mother so earnestly with the tenderness that rivaled her own, his touch so delicate as he washes her hair every morning, despite having his hands constantly soaked in his enemies' blood.

Jinwoo defeats and conquers other kingdoms, killing their leaders in cold blood in front of everyone to see. They don't know that behind the scenes, their king and his subordinates are nothing but a bunch of corrupted men who took advantage of their own people. They thought the emperor brought chaos to their land, but his knights knew the truth. It was justice.

Emperor Jinwoo doesn't do forgiveness. If there's a man who murders or steals on his watch, then they'll be executed on the spot. No trial, no second chances, nothing. He holds honesty, virtue, and loyalty above everything else. And tonight, in this small kingdom he steps inside, he finds none, and so, the old town is littered with corpses of those who dared to dishonor a lady or betrayed their own kin.

The King of this kingdom, who offers his daughter for Jinwoo to take in exchange for sparing his own life, makes his blood boil the most. How could a father, whose duty was to protect his family, be so willing to give up on his only child, just to live for another day?

"I'll take your daughter," Jinwoo says in response, his gaze falling on the maiden's face. She's gorgeous, the most beautiful woman he's ever seen, but that's just it. She can offer him nothing but her beauty and a woman's charm would never be enough to reignite the fire within him, to restore the piece of humanity that has grown thinner and thinner with every throat he slit with his dagger.

The maiden, of course, shows repulsed hatred toward him. For all she knows, Jinwoo is an invader, barging into her land one night and slaughtering every warrior in sight. But as a princess, she has a role to fulfill and one of those is to bring peace to her kingdom no matter what the cost. And if her purity and her womanhood could win the heart of the new dictator to bestow mercy upon them, then so be it.

She walks forward and stands before the young emperor who brazenly sits on her father's throne with his dark robe smeared with her knights' blood. Some of the scarlet has stained his fair cheek, but even then, he still appears divine in some ways. The princess takes a moment to stare Jinwoo right in the eyes, unfazed by his overwhelming aura. She makes sure he understands that despite being nothing but a gift for his hand to seize, she deserves every ounce of respect he could show her.

Jinwoo arches his brow at the challenge but then he finds himself smiling. He rises to his feet, practicing his courtesy. "Forgive me, Princess," he greets with a bow of his head, his voice rumbling low and deep as he introduces his name. It brings shivers down her spine in all the most exciting ways though she'd rather be beheaded than admit it aloud.

Only then does she perform her bow. Blazing fire resides in her eyes still, a sign that she won't be so easy to tame, but for the first time in his life, Jinwoo feels... thrilled. Because of what, he's not sure yet. But he figures he'll find out soon enough.

He asks for her name and she gives it to him through gritted teeth.

"Do you love your father, Princess?"

She's taken aback by the question. Out of all the things he could've asked her... "Yes, my lord," she answers, a second too late than she's supposed to.

Jinwoo's eyes linger on the faint bruise blooming on her skin. It circles her neck like a pair of hands crushing her windpipes. His eyes glow as his voice turns a pitch lower. "Even after what he's done to you?"

She swallows. She's steeled herself for this, but the terror coming solely from his gaze still creeps into her skin. "Yes."

His lips curve up again at her answer, and she ponders, how could a demon like him, smile so angelically?

Jinwoo then leans in close, his lips a breath away from her ear. "I hope you're a better fighter than you are a liar," he whispers.

There's a mix of confusion in her glare, but the emperor no longer pays attention to her. "Close your eyes, Princess," is the last thing he speaks before he addresses her father, who stands nervously before the audience. She does as she's told as it is her duty now to do whatever he commands her to do.

Seeing the emperor accepting his gift, a wicked, victorious grin emerges on the King's lips but that's the only thing he manages to do before his head rolls to the ground. Startled gasps and horrified shrieks ring throughout the hall but before the princess can open her eyes to witness the headless corpse falling to the ground, Jinwoo embraces her from behind. His fingers gently cover her eyes, letting her stay in the darkness, hoping it will comfort her the way it always comforts him.

"You're with me now, Princess," he murmurs in her ear, and it rattles her bones. "I'll take care of you."

It's a promise and a blessing, but for a woman who has lost all her kingdom, her dignity, and her entire family in one night, it feels like a curse.

"What are you going to do to me?" she asks with a shuddering breath, to which he says—

[severinewrites]

finding independence without love.

Dependency is common in some relationships and could happen in both platonic and romantic relationships. We see our partners/friends as a source of happiness every time we feel down. Our clinginess strengthens when we have a special person in our lives, thinking of them as a person without flaws or perfect. This can be an unhealthy way of how we act or think in our relationships with other people, we can’t expect they’ll satisfy our needs immediately, it’s like you are viewing them as the top of our pedestal, admiring them a lot.

I am saying this from my perspective as a young adult, I’ve experienced the first time feeling disappointed in my ex-crush when I hear he likes someone else. It hurts a lot to hear from the person you’ve admired for so long like someone other than you, I mean, it’s a universal experience, right? Getting disappointed or rejected, you start to get mad at yourself like hitting, pulling your hair, or even slapping yourself for not getting chosen, you feel like an idiot for being delusional thinking you’re the “one” for them. It’s a tragic feeling, but I tried to forget about them, not as a friend but as a “crush”.

During my Christmas break, I struggled to cope with my feelings, so I doomscrolled YouTube for 10-12 hours for 3 days straight without reaching out to someone because I needed to isolate myself from what happened, trying to forget it ever happened. Then, I stumbled upon a show called “Moominvalley” on my for you page, I decided to watch the clips, and guess what? I fell in love with it quickly even though it’s been 3 days since I knew about this show. Moominvalley is a comforting show, and what intrigued me about the show is the character Snufkin, an easygoing and carefree enjoys thinking about things and always comes and goes as he pleases, going on adventures. Like Snufkin, I enjoy solo trips, I'm not a big fan of trips with my friends (depends on my mood but I prefer solo to groups) since I do treasure my alone time a lot, able to think about stuff or explore everywhere without any people around trying to drain my energy emotionally and physically. With my solo trips, I'm able to reflect on many stuff without any distractions. Just because I enjoy being alone doesn't mean I don't feel lonely… I have friends who care about me a lot—including my ex-crush but despite them being overall supportive and approachable, I can't help but try to push them away from me—isolating myself, especially what happened between my ex-crush and me, I can't face them anymore something that leads me to isolate myself from them and my friends, not wanting help or comfort from them anymore. I shut myself from them, I don't want to make things complicated. Snufkin really relates to me on a deeper level, making him my kin since he does push away friends, has abandonment issues, fears getting attached, is sad on the inside, and struggles to talk/chat with someone.

I’ve learned that even the people you deeply love and admire, you need to accept that you can’t control how they feel or act because… they are humans, right? They deserve to feel or act what they want, even having feelings for somebody they like, even if it’s not you. It’s sad because that person made you feel alive or wanted, through the physical touch, words of affirmation, and more—makes me so special to them. Maybe that’s the reason why I fell in love with them in the first place. This also relates to the relationship between Moominttoll and Snufkin, Moominroll being clingy and a bit obsessed with Snufkin makes him admire him because of his adventures but unlike Snufkin, he tries to avoid any attachment to Moomintroll, resulting in him leaving Eevery time to get some alone time or to isolate himself in his adventures. Moomintroll is also one of the characters I've skinned, his being so clingy towards Snufkin reminds me of how I acted towards my ex-crush but not as obsessive, just right. Moomintroll has longings for Snufkin, always wanting to be at his side every time, like how I've wanted to be at my ex-crush's side whenever I have a chance too—but sadly they found someone they always want to be close with… I'm glad for them but I tend to feel lonely without them around, yearning for some message or conversation from them—nothing is the same anymore as before… but that's life, there will be changes, whether you like it or not.

Therefore, I still need time for myself to find my purpose in life outside heartbreaks. Even though I would love to talk/chat with them, it’s time to use this time to take a break from them for a while, giving myself time to grow as an independent person—not needing their comfort or help and focusing on my passion for writing, like what I am doing right now. Sometimes, we need to depend on ourselves, without needing anyone to fix us. That's what I did to cope.

To end this, I would like to add a quote from Moominvalley from the character Snufkin, he once said:

“You can't ever be really free if you admire somebody too much.” - Snufkin (Moominvalley 2019)

We can't really be free if we admire that special person too much, draining your energy mentally and emotionally. I wish I've heard this show during my childhood then I wouldn't have to deal with heartbreaks all of the sudden. But I guess things happen for a reason. Moominvalley is truly a masterpiece, especially the creator itself Tove Jansson, the one responsible for making this beautifully crafted show for us to love and enjoy, making us learn meaningful lessons.

We humans seek longing, wanting be loved by that person we admired but I know we're better than that—I’m better than that anyways! We know that those people we love are humans too, so why waste our time waiting for approval from them? We could try to look after ourselves and be a independent with or without them—needing no love from them at all! Love can wait but not with hopes and dreams, our passions in life are much more important than some hopeless romance. We don't need that person we deeply admire to take over our lives, we should move forward and never look back! It's such a shame not to take a chance to do what you're passionate about when we only live once.

It's possible for us to grow to independent individuals thriving to make the world a better place! With my strong love for writing, I could write freely, writing down my musings, feelings, and emotions. I’m grateful to be alive where the world is filled with endless possibilities, where you can be free from everything! Be who you want to be, explore everything until you find your purpose—that’s the beauty of independence without love!

“It is simply this: do not tire, never lose interest, never grow indifferent—lose your invaluable curiosity and you let yourself die. It's as simple as that.” - Tove Jansson (Fair Play 1989)

[pomefioredove]

OH MY SEVEN! PLEASE I NEED A PART 2 OF MC GETTING BOUGHT BY NBC (or maybe they get bought by rsa? By like Chenya or Neige?)

part two of the NBC ending is here! very intrigued by the idea of an RSA ending, especially since our knowledge is limited. I also kin snow white so maybe I have a little soft spot for neige.

bonus: I had to stop writing this to save another animal that got inside. second time this week.

parts 1 | 2 | 3 | kalim | 'bad' ending

summary: yuu transfers to RSA type of post: short fic characters: neige, chenya additional info: yuu is gender neutral, pretty platonic

This entire ordeal had been nothing if not shady.

From the purpose, to the "donations", to the absence of the prefect themselves...

...And now, the grand announcement- that of which Crowley had been hyping up for days- was cancelled.

"I don't get it," Epel murmurs, walking on a sideways footpath back to the hall of mirrors. "You really think he just took all the money and ran?"

Vil huffs, the disappointment heavy in his voice. "Well, it certainly seems that way. No one's seen him all day,"

Despite the sour mood over the trio of Pomefiore students, the day is bright and sunny. Birds sang, the sun shone, even the wind carried a suspiciously merry tune with it.

"We should not give up hope so soon. Anything could happen," Rook ponders. "Who knows? The day is not over yet."

"I'm starting to wish it was," Vil says. "It's far too jovial for such an underwhelming afternoon. And the whole purpose of this walk was to clear our minds... hmph."

Epel squints ahead, taking in the way beams of sunlight seem to shine through the foliage, casting rays of gold over the usually darker campus.

"Y'know, I betcha- I-I mean, I think you might be onto something. It is unusually cheery today, isn't it?"

Vil huffs. "Wonderful. Nature itself mocks me,"

"Non, it's not the climate which has changed... it's more of a presence. Monsieur Pommette is correct," Rook says. "Something has shifted here."

Vil rolls his eyes, not exactly in the mood to be playing word games with Rook again. He shoots a glare to Epel, warning the boy not to encourage him, and a silence falls over the three.

Though... he still cannot deny that something feels aloof. Something that isn't sitting right with him...

He sighs. "Perhaps we should check on the prefect. Just in case,"

And so the three stop in their tracks and awkwardly, though hurriedly, walk to Ramshackle.

Nothing is quite amiss about the building itself, though, still, there's something hazy and dreamlike about it. A warm, golden glow that turns the rough and brittle exterior into a quaint and charming home, full of light.

"I don't like this," Epel murmurs. Vil does not respond, but he understands. He's having similar thoughts.

Just as they're about to enter, someone tall and dark steps outside.

"Crowley!" all three snap, in varying tones of voice.

The man goes stiff and, for a moment, looks as if he's about to make a run for it- though he thankfully holds his ground. "Ah- good afternoon, dear pupils. Having a... studiful day?"

"That's not a word," Vil crosses his arms and glares. "Why are you here?"

"I was... well... just discussing some things... with... the prefect..."

He sounds utterly nervous.

Vil's eyes narrow. "What are you hiding?"

Before he can answer, the door behind him opens again, and you peer outside, giving Crowley a chance to escape. "Guys?"

"Trickster! We are relieved to see you in good health!"

"Hm? Why wouldn't I be?"

Epel shakes his head. "W-well, you just haven't been around much, and we saw Crowley- hey, where'd he go?"

Vil grumbles something indistinct, massaging his temples. "That man..." he sighs. "But back to business. Are you well? What's happened?"

You look away. "Well-"

Thankfully, before you have to explain it yourself, the door opens wider, leaving the Pomefiore trio face-to-face with the one person they least expected to see.

Neige beams. "Oh, my... hello, Vil! I didn't think I'd run into you here!"

The housewarden's eyes immediately narrow, and it takes him a moment to respond. "Yes, well, as you know, I go to school here. Would anyone care to explain this?"

A voice from behind the trio echoes. "Oh, I volunteer!"

Epel squeaks and jumps (much to his embarrassment) and the other two whirl around to an ever-smiling face they can't quite recall...

"See, we're on the moving squad," Che'nya giggles, slinking back to the front door of Ramshackle. "You wanna know why? I'm sure you're just dying with curiosity, aren't you?"

"I can put the pieces together myself, thank you," Vil murmurs. "But I do have a few questions."

Che'nya opens his mouth wide again-

"-Not for you," he turns to you. "How? And why, exactly?"

You shrug, looking to Neige for help.

Which he gladly provides, of course. "Well... it was more of a school decision. We heard what was happening, and held a vote," he says, speaking tentatively while under Vil's astute gaze. "We've heard lots about how much your prefect has helped here, and how unfortunate their circumstances are, and... well..."

"A person like that just doesn't go to NRC," Che'nya snickers.

Vil glares for a moment longer, and then sighs. "Well... this is certainly a turn of bad luck for the lot of us,"

"But I can visit!" you insist.

Neige and Che'nya both nod in agreement, though the latter's placid smile makes his approval seem less genuine.

"Well," Vil says, turning to the boys beside him. "Don't you two have anything to say?"

Epel clears his throat, trying his best to sound light and formal. "I think it's... it's... I'll miss you," he sulks.

"A magnifique opportunity! Think how much you will learn, how many new people you will meet- oh, you must allow me to visit often! I could not bear to let you make all these beautiful discoveries on your own!" Rook says, dabbing the corner of his eyes with a handkerchief.

"Why am I not surprised?" Vil sighs. "Well... I suppose I have a duty to inform the others. And, perhaps..."

He pauses, his watchful gaze fixed on you.

"...We might hold a vote of our own."

[janimatorbot]

It's kind of devastating to play pathologic as a mixed native person. I started this game with a growing connection to a character that was just like me. Trying to reconnect with his culture in all the ways that make sense to him, despite the feeling of not belonging as a Menkhu or Russian person.

And as the game unfolds you begin to realize whether or not IPL intended it, the Diurnal ending is shown to be the "good one". the slow genocide of a people is cemented by your hands, and the destruction of the kin's culture is seen as a sad but ultimately good thing for "progress". All your friends are alive, the entire game is cast in a warm glow, the overall atmosphere is hopeful.

Don't get me wrong I love pathologic. It's perfect balance of bleakness and hope shrouded in struggle is a game experience I will never forget. However the game's ending is so unabashedly insensitive in its way of depicting native people that I can't help feeling disappointed and even sad. I thought there would be a character like me who learns to accept both sides of himself but instead he takes from his own people only to betray them in the end.

In a sea of insensitive depictions of native people that depict them as savages and unwelcome in the place they literally live in. Pathologic does nothing to change or "progress" past these horrible depictions

[diebischesther]

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐍 ⸺ 𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑶𝑼 ❛ 𝑴𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑶𝑬̈ ❜ 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑨𝑻𝑬

quick meta yap before i start yapping about milou as the mc for @childrenofcain-if. i need everyone to know how absolutely insane i am about the themes here. milou in her original lore already has close ties to death as she's essentially its embodiment. needless to say, i absolutely adore axel's writing & will be following this project closely !! ૮꒰˶> ᴗ <˶꒱ა ♡ image sources found at the end .

NAME. ⠀ Milou  'Melinoë'  Mingate

𝒐' 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉;  today i weep for you  as i spill my kin's blood,  in hope you grant me succor for when my soul departs this  [ mortal realm . ]

NICKNAME. ⠀ Mai GENDER. ⠀ Cisgender Female ( she/her ) MAJOR. ⠀Biomedical Engineering¹ HAMARTIA. ⠀Paranoia¹

who can you trust,  if not even yourself?  you walk this earth as though you are naught but the empty shell of a woman  ⸺  you are a ghost,  a fever dream.  the lines between reality & the figments of your imagination blur with each passing day.  your senses betraying you,  as though you are your own greatest adversary.  would you notice if you'd be living in a dream?  it matters not,  for you do not know if your nightmares aren't the ones bringing you comfort,  as opposed to waking in this dying world.

EXTRACURRICULARS³. ⠀ Ice Skating, Engineering, Manners and Protocol, Public Speaking, Debate Society LANGUAGES⁴. ⠀ Latin, Dutch, French, German, Mandarin², Spanish PLANNED RO. ⠀ Dumitru Constantin Diaconu

[ 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] ⠀ ⸺ ⠀ ethereal beauty   […]   you tread with the macabre once more .

Milou is blessed with hair that many would kill for  ⸺  thick,  jetblack strands that reach down to her waist in gentle waves. She prefers to wear them loose,  sometimes curled,  though also in a haphazard low bun if need be. She doesn't fret much over her appearance,  the beauty of her stemming from effortless confidence. How could she not? Tall, hourglass-shaped body & a face that makes you lose your breath. Amethyst eyes that you could spend hours getting lost in & an warm olive complexion,  as though kissed by the sun. As far as aesthetics go,  Mingate's choices are as flippant as her character. She's a big fan of jewelry, her ear piercings and tattoos⁵ being the only constant in her daily fashion choices. Her predominant styles lie with biker & dark academia⁶.

[ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 ] ⠀ ⸺ ⠀ fortune favours the bold .

As a woman of many names & faces,  trying to figure out what goes on in that pretty little head of hers is a futile task. For those not familiar with her,  it's quite the challenge to discern whether she likes you,  hates you or simply tolerates you. Her demeanour is a constant pull between being friendly & seeming as though she couldn't care less about you. At first glance,  Milou Mingate is the picturesque cliché of an arrogant rich kid  ⸺  a brat too spoiled for her own good. Her pragmatic words are often laced with a heavy dose of sarcasm,  the woman's lack of genuine consideration acting as a deterrant for those around her. Truth be told,  Milou is scared.  Terrified of what lay beyond,  how could she let another know her when she barely knows herself?  Alas,  those who dare to take a leap of faith will be greatly rewarded. Behind the pessimistic extrovert's mask lay a woman full of love for those around her. Passionate. Impusilve. Unfettered.  Despite what she presents herself as,  Mingate sustains herself on the thrills of life. Unapologetic in her way of living  ⸺  hard & fast,  calculated risks taken in the heat of the moment.  Don't tie her down or put a leash around her neck;  for then she'll go to unperceived lengths to steal the moon & stars out of the night sky for you.  But the matters of a heart are a fickle thing,  better hope you discern her elusive nature before she slips out of your grasp for good.

CÉDRIC ARMAND LACROIX. ⠀ thoughts and prayers for poor ceddy bear, everyone !  when he says she is the bane of his existence,  he has every right to say so and i will defend him in a court of law on this. for any true rivalry going on between them,  it's rather one-sided on c's side. milou doesn't truly hate them,  not even really dislike them. however,  she's getting an absolute piss out of getting them riled up and has so for years now. truly surprised they haven't suffered an aneurysm yet.  they're also taking second place as far as ROs go. who would have thought!

VANCE KASPER NÆSHOLM. ⠀ bro truly pissed off the wrong woman on their first day at yale...  of course,  milou is pretty pissed following their attempted murder,  but that is not why V is gonna be in for one hell of a ride. oh no.  she's rather quick to  'forgive'  them. milou does hold a slight grudge for a few days,  but that dissipates rather quickly.  she's also a little shit though,  taking advantage of the fact that V is still rather skittish around her at first. playing the hot & cold game,  though milou isn't overtly mean. it's more about the anticipation,  leaving them hanging & wondering whether she hates them or not. however,  given they haven't decided they're better off without milou  (V babe you absolutely would be please save urself before its too late),  they'll eventually reach a point at which milou will assure them that no. she does not hate them. yes. they are friends. yes. they are now legally obliged to be her partner in crime and get dragged into her bullshit.

WILHELMINE JOHANNA OSTENDORF. ⠀ angsty unrequited love my beloved. yearning and pining for what you know can never be yours my beloved. please dear author i need my angst pleasepleasepleaspelapselapsle  (im so normal about their potential dynamics here but need more time with them to figure out the details)

DUMITRU CONSTANTIN DIACONU. ⠀ hold my glass of fruit juice for a moment everyone because im gonna be soooo fucking normal here in a second. i will never. NEVER. shut up about fwb dynamics that turn into "oh shit i have actually fallen in love with you and i'm sorry but now i can't help but love you like a dog until the end of time". it's about the devotion. it's about the yearning. it's about coming to terms that you have found yourself in a love that transcends the capacity of words & yet you don't have to speak a single word because you know your lover understands all of it. it's about bearing the responsibility of a love you never thought could be possible. one you never thought you deserved and yet ...  yet it is here. it is yours. and good fucking lord you will do everything to keep it,  desperately clining to it like your life depends on it because it does. it's something that you know could reach much greater places beyond your horizon,  but you're too selfish to let it go. and i need you to know that this shit goes BOTH WAYS btw. i'm extremely normal about two fucked up people that have endured too much trauma than they should be capable of withstanding, finding each other and becoming their safe haven. goodnight.

MAXINE EDYTHE WHITLOCK-SINGH. ⠀do you know what i love more than women?  women who can actually just kill me. idk but that is the vibe these two give me together. i feel as though they'd become unlikely best friends,  bringing the untouchable down to their knees,  forcing them to walk the mortal realms alongside the other. in a totally normal, platonic and non-sapphic way btw. totally.

✱ ⠀ [ 01 ] ⠀ as far as milou's biggest flaw goes, there are a lot of good options that fit with her character. girl has a lot more vices than she has virtues (D and her are gonna be an absolute mess istg). same goes for majors, although i was more torn between whether she'd go for smth more in pre-med or sciences — so i settled with something in between. simply can't help it as a woman in stem myself .... i love me my women in stem !!

✱ ⠀ [ 02 ] ⠀ my headcanons lean toward milou being partially thai, likely stemming from her mom? although i won't go into this in depth yet bc i want to see the stuff axel has in store for us regarding mc's parents and their heritage 🤭 i'm trying to stick as close to canon as i can though, so mandarin will have to do for now.

✱ ⠀ [ 03 ] ⠀ milou is a YAPPER, which is why so many of her extracurriculars fall into the social category. she knows how to navigate social situations with an effortless ease, though she's definitely got the dramatics to show for it too. dumitru & milou being the drama king / queen of yale anyone ??? i can def see it 😭

✱ ⠀ [ 04 ] ⠀ being a dramatic nihilistic queen struggling with apathy and her place in the world, a lot of her coping mechanisms involve keeping busy all the time, which is why she's taken up trying to learn as many languages as possible (+ in the same vein, take as many extracurriculars as she can). her proficiency is latin > thai mandarin >= german >> french = spanish > dutch.

✱ ⠀ [ 05 ] ⠀ tattoos + jewelry references tba

✱ ⠀ [ 06 ] ⠀ clothing references tba (i got lazy here ok)

✱ ⠀ [ CREDITS ] ⠀ 𝒊.  kuroe16370547, via former bird app . ⠀ 𝒊𝒊.  louise glück,  penelope's song . ⠀ 𝒊𝒊𝒊.  meg_mumu,  commissioned by me . ⠀ 𝒊𝒗.  lu__liu,  commissioned by me . ⠀ 𝒗.  luca guadagnino,  suspiria  ( 2018 ) . ⠀ 𝒗𝒊.  euripides  ( tr. anne carson ),   an oresteia;  “orestes” .

as a last footnote : canon milou has major daddy / mommy issues and would burn the whole city down before getting within a 10 ft radius of them ..... unless her goal is to drive a knife into their back. so it's nice seeing her have a good relationship with her parents FOR ONCE. don't tell me i'm jinxing myself.

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what are your thoughts on the other nightcord members? yk as the truest mafuyu kin n all

Yoisaki Kanade: I respect her helping Mafuyu but I can't love anybody whose surname starts with "yoi". Makes me think of Yoshi from fucking Mario and I have trauma related to those sick fucking plumbing simulator games. I don't WANT to be a plumber! My dad LEFT me because HE was! Who the FUCK does want to plumb?! This is why Nintendo is the natural enemy of SEGA.

Shinonome Ena: Automatically Ena gets a positive reception from me for having wrath as her main Deadly Sin, but also a negative reception for being blood-related to Shinonome Akito. Currently she stands in the limbo wasteland in my mind where I consider myself to be completely neterual to everything there, but she can redeem herself by defeating her brother in a no-gloves boxing death match like Brad Pitt in the movie "Snatch", as I am empathetic to those who have sin attached to them merely because of their blood relations.

Akiyama Mizuki: Recently I viewed the picture "Wicked" and could not help but notice the film would have gone from mediocre to amazing if Asahina Mafuyu played Alphabet instead of the actor who plays her in the film. Naturally, in order to keep the rest of the movie coherent, I would have to replace the rest of the cast with Project Sekai characters and I chose Mizuki to play Ariana Grande. I think it would improve the film so much it could even manage an Oscar nomination with these alterations. This morning, I ran around the house singing "Defying Gravity" at full volume, as I was so inspired by my epipheny, and my bitch mother told me I needed to "sing quieter" because she had to "work the night shift at the store" yesterday and "has a migrane." Fuck you, Mother! Akiyama Mizuki and I are defying gravity! And you cannot bring us down!!

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Elvis: Through Her Lens (Chapter One)

(Elvis Presley × OC Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis Presley

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Prompt: You are Minnie Jones, an aspiring photographer working for the LA Sentinel. Your chief editor is looking for a story that will help boost the popularity of the paper, so an opportunity comes knocking when Colonel Tom Parker approaches him with a new 'snowjob.' After a tentative first meeting with the Colonel, and his star Elvis Presley, you are hired on to follow Elvis around as his personal photographer in an attempt to catch lightening in a bottle twice with the earlier success of the Alfred Wertheimer photos. Along the way, you develop a close bond with Elvis, leading to complications in your relationship when the issues of his marriage and eventual drug usage start to put a strain on your relationship. Constantly fighting your ever-growing feelings for him, you are swept up into the whirlwind of Elvis' world, which forces you to see the King of Rock 'n' Roll through a new lens.

Tags: Slow burn. Angst. Drama. Friends to lovers (sort of).

Rating: PG-13 (ish) (may get spicy but won't be explicit as I don't enjoy writing smut lol but cursing, possible violence, prescription drug use, and infidelity will appear throughout the story.)

Word Count: 3.6k

Author's Note: Hey everyone! My name is Mari (aka heart.of.ep on here and Instagram!) and I'm so excited to finally be diving into the world of Elvis fanfiction after being a hard-core fan for almost three years now. This is my first time writing in a long while, and it's only my second time writing a fanfiction, so I hope I'm able to entertain you with this story and I hope everyone has a fun time reading it!

I did create an OC for this story as I have an easier time writing with a specific character in mind, but I kept it in second person as to give readers the opportunity to self insert in a way. Wasn't a fan of this POV at first but its really grown on me so hopefully I've done it well haha.

This story will begin by following Elvis in 1970 (my favorite year 🤭) but will continue on throughout the early 1970s! There may be some historical inaccuracies along the way to accommodate the presence of Minnie Jones, but of course I'm always striving to keep things as accurate as I possibly can.

I don't think I will have a specific upload schedule or regular time for posting, but I'll try my best to be as frequent as I can with uploading chapters. Any comments, thoughts, reblogs, etc are very much appreciated and I genuinely hope everyone loves this story as much as I do. 🙏

If you'd like to be tagged in any chapters going forward, just comment and let me know!

Thank you once again and I hope everyone enjoys!

February, 1970

Los Angeles, CA

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Elvis Presley.

The most photographed man in the world, and for good reason it seemed. Impossibly blue eyes that swirled like the depth of an ocean, statuesque like features that even a Greek god would most likely be jealous of, and a brilliant smile that sent millions of girls and women all around the world into a complete frenzy whenever he flashed it their way.

It made perfect sense then why his face was pretty much plastered on every magazine you ever came in contact with. Not to mention the various movie posters you would often see at the theater throughout the years. You could even recall being just about twelve years old when Love Me Tender first hit theaters. Even at such a young age, you could see why everyone sitting around you in that dark theater were either crying or screaming. His beauty seemed to transcend the realm of normal.

As hyperbolic as it may seem, no one in the world looked like Elvis Presley, that much was certain.

Unfortunately, while many photos exist, most are heavily curated, either on a movie set or in a studio with lighting and makeup. It didn't make him any less beautiful, but it did give the fans and the public a very specific view of the King, one controlled by Hollywood and his manager, Colonel Tom Parker.

In the early days, there were hundreds of photos of Elvis that appeared in newspapers from fans and those photographers who were lucky enough to capture a picture of lightning in a bottle. But those days were far gone, and nothing like it has surfaced since.

And that's exactly why you had been brought to your editor's office early one morning in February of 1970. You had been busy working on gathering photos for a local political campaign, which was a real bore, but someone had to do it and you didn't exactly have the seniority to say no. But when your manager called you about a new project, you were practically chomping at the bit to accept. Of course, you wanted to hear him out first.

“You've been doing great work, Minnie. These shots are truly some of the best this paper has seen in a while.” Your editor, Mr Pierce, said as he looked over the pictures you had submitted this morning.

“Thank you, sir. Though, I think there's only so much I can do to make a rally look interesting.” You said jokingly.

Your boss snorted. “You're right about that.” He sighed before sitting the folder down on his desk. “Which is exactly why I called you here. I think your talents are being wasted on shit like this.” He said bluntly. Your boss never did sugarcoat. “I was recently brought an opportunity from a rather…private sort of individual, and I think you would be the perfect fit.”

You raised an eyebrow, now rather curious. Usually your paper only covered public events or individuals. “Who exactly is it?”

Pierce seemed hesitant at first to tell you, but eventually he decided to just come right out and say it. “Elvis Presley.”

Your eyes widened in disbelief. "Elvis Presley?” You weren’t sure if you had cotton in your ears or if maybe you were imagining it, but Pierce noticed your surprise and quickly added some context to explain.

“Yes, Elvis Presley. I can’t say I had a very different reaction when his manager called me a couple days ago.” He said as he sat down in the chair behind his desk. “I’m sure you know that Mr Presley has been taking a step back into live performances this past year, which means every photographer worth a damn is chomping at the bit to capture the ‘best’ photo of him possible for their respective news outlet. So far they’ve been doing a damn good job. Meanwhile, we’ve got nothing.” He grumbled in frustration. “Needless to say, Presley is the hottest talk in town, and we’re failing to keep up.”

You furrowed your brow a bit. “I don’t understand…why did his manager contact us?” If there were already dozens of papers covering Elvis’s shows from all across the world, then why contact a somewhat small paper in Los Angeles?

Pierce seemed to light up at your question. “I had the same question, my dear.” He stood up again, unable to sit still. “Are you familiar with Alfred Wertheimer?”

The name was instantly recognizable. Any real photographer knew of Wertheimer’s work, especially if you knew anything about Elvis Presley. “Of course I know about him. His work with Presley is still amazing even now.” You said, trying your best to keep your adulation in check.

“Well, no photo of Elvis Presley has been taken like that since Wertheimer almost fifteen years ago.” He frowned a bit. “Seems as though his manager,” and apparent publicist, “wants to change that. With all this new buzz surrounding Presley, he wants to see if he can capture lightning in a bottle twice.”

It quickly began to dawn on you what this all meant exactly. “Shit.” You muttered under your breath.

Perhaps Alfred Wertheimer didn’t mean much to the uninitiated, but the photographs of Elvis were completely unprecedented. Just at the cusp of fame and without the glitz and glamor that would soon overtake him in Hollywood, Wertheimer was able to capture a view of Elvis that was both intimate, but also honest and revealing in a way that didn’t feel voyeuristic in the slightest. It was the picture and story of an Elvis Presley that still felt entirely obtainable and human. It was truly a special form of artistic expression that only a photographer with a great deal of talent could accomplish.

Which is precisely why you were sitting there staring at your boss like he had completely lost his mind. “S-sir...you’re not suggesting that I…?”

Pierce smiled at you and nodded. “I knew immediately that you’d be the perfect candidate, my dear. After all, it was your photos covering the Nixon inauguration that sparked Mr Parker’s curiosity to begin with.”

You practically felt your heart leap in your chest, leaving you utterly speechless for a long moment. This was definitely a step up from a local mayoral campaign.

The prospect of photographing someone as famous as Elvis Presley was exciting on its own, but from how your boss explained it, this wouldn’t be a simple snap and go for a quick column on page four of the paper. To compare it to Wertheimer’s work made you realize just how important this opportunity was. This side of Elvis hadn’t been captured in over a decade, and no doubt it would catapult your career towards opportunities you’ve only ever dreamed of covering.

“Well?” Pierce’s voice snaps you from your thoughts. “Of course, we would still have to meet with Mr Parker and Mr Presley.” He said as he sat back down in his chair.

You parted your lips, not sure what to say at first before you finally pushed your excitement down and immediately stood up. “Well? Of course I want to!” You said, practically grinning from ear to ear. “Jesus, Pierce, this is amazing!”

He smirked a bit. “I take it you’re an Elvis fan?”

You rolled your eyes. “Everyone likes Elvis, but that’s not what matters. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity.” You had to stop yourself from jumping with joy.

He laughed a little before standing up again as he dialed a number on his phone. “Presley just finished up his current residency in Las Vegas. According to Parker he’ll be back here in Los Angeles before leaving for a string of concerts in Houston.” He held the phone up to his ear. “We can plan a meeting between you two beforehand. After all, this whole thing is dependent on Elvis Presley liking you enough to let you follow him around.”

You felt your smile dissipate a little at that realization. You hadn’t exactly considered that part in the few minutes you had to think about everything. You were charming enough, but this was Elvis Presley. Enough wouldn’t cut it. You swallowed a bit, but nodded, ignoring the sudden flurry of nerves that swarmed in your stomach.

This is your one shot, Minn. Don’t screw this up.

The next few hours felt like a whirlwind. You spent the majority of that time researching anything and everything about Elvis Presley. As it turns out, a lot had happened since his pictorial debut in Love Me Tender. You hadn’t exactly been keeping up with his career, and now all of it seemed a bit overwhelming. You weren’t sure what to expect from a man like him, especially since any other celebrity you had the opportunity to meet usually turned out to be a total asshole. You didn’t think he would be any different. After all, the humble southerner with perfect manners and an award winning smile just felt too good to be true.

You flipped through a magazine from the stack on your desk, biting your lip in concentration as you read over the raving reviews from Elvis’ previous engagement at the International Hotel in Vegas last summer. You vaguely remember one of your girlfriends at the time mentioning it in passing, but you hadn’t thought much of it. Now you wondered if you were completely insane for having overlooked the entire thing.

The photos of him were truly magnificent, picturing him in a slim fitting two piece jumpsuit that seemed inspired by the style of a karate gi. It alternated between black and white depending on the night of the show, and you couldn’t help but think about how well the black complemented his dark chiseled features. It was a much different look than his earlier appearances throughout the sixties. The greased back hair was now loose and untamed, a reflection of the evolving style in the entertainment world, and the button ups and blazers now seemed to be replaced by a bare chested look accompanied by a stylish scarf around the neck.

Quite frankly, it was hard not to get caught up in the image of him, but you quickly reminded yourself that even though he was Elvis Presley, world famous superstar, he was also just a subject for you to photograph at the end of the day.

A very beautiful subject, indeed.

You practically chewed off all of your fingernails by the time Pierce came out of his office in the early afternoon, approaching your desk with an optimistic look in his eyes. “Good news, Minn, it looks like you’ll be meeting Elvis Presley tonight.”

Your heart leaped in your chest as you stood up from your desk, prying your eyes away from the papers on your desk. “Really? He agreed to the meeting?”

“He sure did, though I doubt that manager gave him much of a choice.” He snorted. “A real carny, that one, but it’ll all be worth it if we can secure this job. Our paper will practically fly off the stands if you can snap those photos.” He grinned.

“Right, no pressure.” You mumbled, trying to ease your growing anxiety as you imagined all the ways this could possibly go wrong.

“Don’t worry, Minn. You’re charming and pretty. Knowing Presley’s reputation, that’ll surely be enough.” He smirked, nudging you a bit before turning on his heel toward his office.

You shot him a glare before letting out a deep breath as you quickly gathered up your portfolio, shoving the photographs inside the binder before standing up and pulling your coat on. You refused to let your nerves get the best of you, after all, this is your job. And as such, you weren’t going to let this opportunity slip through your fingers.

The ride over to Beverly Hills felt long and seemingly endless. You kept staring out the window, focusing your gaze on the large mansions that you drove past, frowning as you realized just how out of your league you really felt. After all, you hadn’t exactly been to this side of LA. The few times you had gotten the chance to photograph a celebrity, it had always been at some sort of public event like an awards show or some kind of charity fundraiser. This, however, felt like a strange new world that you were entering.

You briefly wondered why Elvis and his manager didn’t just come down to the office to conduct this whole ‘interview’ or set up a meeting somewhere on Sunset Blvd, but when you asked Pierce about it, he simply explained the logistics of having Elvis Presley go somewhere so public. You didn’t think much of it, assuming that since it’s Los Angeles nobody would care very much about a celebrity walking around, but then you recalled the different articles you had read and figured maybe Elvis didn’t quite fit into that category.

You chewed on your fingernails, watching as the mansions grew larger before you finally descended upon a set of cast iron gates blocking a long driveway that kept a house just out of view. Much to your surprise, there was a fairly large group of fans already stationed outside, giggling amongst themselves as they took photos with their polaroid cameras. You glanced at Pierce, giving him a skeptical look to which he simply shrugged. He pulled up to the gates, and without having to push a doorbell of any kind, the gates buzzed and suddenly opened up, the crowd of fans quickly dispersing out of the way.

It surprised you to see that they didn’t try following the car inside, but they stayed respectful and stuck to the exterior as the gates closed shut behind you and Pierce pulled forward, parking his car next to a small, but impressive, collection of Cadillacs. You figured if everything fell through with Elvis, maybe he’d be okay with you snapping a few photos of his cars as a consolation gift.

Once again, you pushed down the flurry of nerves that settled in your stomach, realizing it was stupid to feel so nervous over a simple meeting. After all, it’s not like you were the one who set the whole thing up, if they weren’t really interested, they wouldn’t have gone through all of this trouble. That thought helped qualm the uneasiness you felt as you stepped out of the car, looking up at the gorgeous home that overlooked the rolling hills below.

It really did feel like the perfect place for a superstar like Elvis to live.

“Come on, Miss Jones, we’re about to make history.” Pierce grinned as he took the lead, following the brick pathway up to the front door of the mansion.

You self consciously kept messing with your hair, tucking the loose strands behind your ear and pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose as you anxiously awaited for the door to open. When the door opened, you and Pierce were met by a rather short fellow with a goofy smile.

“Mr Pierce?” The man in front of you inquired.

Your boss nodded and smiled. “Yes, and this is my associate Miss Jones.” He said as he gestured toward you. “I believe Mr Parker is expecting us?”

The fellow nodded and smiled again as he quickly stepped aside to let the two of you in. “Right this way.” He closed the door behind him and then led you down the long hallway that acted as the entranceway before spilling out into a rather lavishly decorated and open floor plan. You briefly considered how many rooms the house had before realizing it was probably too many to count from this juncture.

“The Colonel is waiting in the office.” The man said, interrupting your thoughts as he led you and Pierce down another hall towards a beautiful sculpted oak door.

“What about Mr Presley?” You asked without thinking.

“Elvis will be down shortly.” He replied, once again with a lopsided grin before he knocked on the door to the office and pushed it open. “Colonel? Those two journalists from the Los Angeles Sentinel are here.”

“Send them in.” You heard a strange sounding voice say from inside the office.

The man stepped aside, letting Pierce and you step into the room. Your gaze immediately fell upon the robust man sitting at the desk, a large almost comical sized cigar sticking out of his mouth, and a stylish looking barét that clashed with the rest of his ensemble. His steely gaze landed on both you and Pierce the moment you stepped into the room, regarding the two of you with a frown before he removed his cigar and put it out in the ash tray.

Pierce glanced at you, giving a look that said more than enough, before looking at the somewhat unsettling man. “Uh, you must be Mr Parker–”

“Colonel.” The man huffed, his accent a strange mix of southern and something else you couldn't quite identify.

“Excuse me?” Pierce asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Colonel Tom Parker.” The man repeated himself before smiling, though it seemed off and not at all genuine.

Pierce cleared his throat. “Right. Colonel Parker. My name is Steven Pierce, I'm the editor of the LA Sentinel. We spoke over the phone a few times.” He said before gesturing to you. “This is my associate, Minnie Jones. She's one of my best photographers and the one responsible for the portfolio I sent you.” He explained.

The Colonel glanced your way, regarding you for a long moment. If you weren't self conscious already, you certainly were now, but you refused to let yourself show how nervous you were.

“Hi, it's a pleasure to meet you.” You said, stepping forward and extending your hand for him to shake.

The Colonel snorted, which struck you immediately as rude, but he shook your hand regardless. You did your best to hide your frown, making sure this man didn't pick up on your displeasure at his general demeanor. “I have to say, Miss Jones, I'm quite impressed with your photos here.” He said as he sat back in his seat, opening up a binder in front of him. “I can't say I was super eager at the idea of someone following my boy around, least of all someone working for a lousy tabloid. But it seems like any publicity is good publicity, my dear.”

You glanced at Pierce for a moment, quickly registering the anger that flashed across his face, before cutting in. “Yes, well…I think this could be very beneficial for Mr Presley. After all, a picture is worth a thousand words. And with all due respect, the LA Sentinel is a newspaper, not a tabloid. We just want to publish the truth, not lies.” You said calmly.

"Truth is subjective.” The Colonel shot back. “But it's true that my boy needs some good publicity. After all, a good thing can't last forever.” He said before standing up. “I'll make it simple for you, Miss Jones. All photos taken must be submitted and approved by me before printing. If I find out they're not, you won't have a story to tell anymore.” He said bluntly.

You swallowed a bit before nodding.

“Secondly, Elvis appreciates his privacy as you might imagine, so you will be working according to his schedule and his requests. Simply put, if he doesn't want you there, you won't be there.” He said as he picked up his cigar and stuck it back between his lips.

That's when Pierce cut in. “With all due respect, Colonel, my employee isn’t going to work at the whim of your client. This is still a job at the end of the day.” You shoot him a glare, not wanting him to ruin the opportunity for you, even if you knew he was right.

“Don't worry, Mr Peers,” The Colonel said, purposely mispronouncing his name, “Miss Jones will be accommodated, but if you two want the story you're looking for, you'll have to work with my boy’s fluctuating schedule.” He explained. “That won't be a problem, will it?”

Before Pierce could say anything, you stepped forward. “Of course not. I'm sure we can work with whatever his schedule may be.” You said firmly.

“Good.” The Colonel smiled, much to Pierce's chagrin. “We’ll write up a proper contract with all the logistics before you leave, but I think now is a great time for you to meet Elvis.”

Suddenly all your nerves instantly returned, but before you had much time to even think about what was happening, the Colonel was walking out the door and down the hall. Both you and Pierce quickly followed, keeping with his surprisngly fast pace as he limped with his cane towards the living room area you had passed by earlier.

“Minn, are you sure about this?” Pierce hissed by your ear as he leaned over to you. “This isn't exactly what I thought you were signing up for.”

You looked up at him, biting your lip for a second before nodding, standing firm with your decision. “C’mon, Pierce. We both know this is too good to pass up.” You whispered before the three of you entered the room.

The man who had let you into the house earlier was there with a couple of other guys you hadn't seen. You saw that Elvis wasn't there, frowning a bit as you folded your arms and looked at the Colonel. “Where's Mr Presley?” You asked, feeling a little impatient and maybe a little excited.

“Right here, honey.”

You froze, goosebumps rolling over your skin for some inexplicable reason, as if some kind of force you didn't recognize had suddenly entered the room. You slowly turned around, coming face to face with the most famous man in the world.

Shit.

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Replaying Pathologic Classic before I play Pathologic 3: Quarantine

Part 2: The Haruspex

Artemy's got this really funny habit of being both incredibly stubborn and weirdly suggestible

Like he'll obviously take offense at something like Bad Grief calling him Ripper, then refer to himself that way. Or be super offended when Daniil just casually asks him to kill one of his fellows in the Kin for their heart, but do it anyway

Very set in his goals, but perfectly fine being led around while he follows them - which weirdly gives the impression he gets lied to a lot less then Daniil. Like people don't always tell him things (Oyun + Aspity + Aglya), but less outright lying

2. On the one hand a W, bc this means if Daniil's theme is "desperately seeking truth, constantly deceived", then Artemy's is "indifferent about being deceived, getting truths"

On the other hand a total L, bc this is the attitude of a man who will jump into a massive hole and break his neck bc the guy he knows is lying to him told him to

2. If my Pathologic 2 kids are always trying to die of the plague, then my Pathologic 1 kids keep trying to get themselves killed starting turf wars with muggers

Notkin is such a problem child in any game

3. It actually comes up a LOT (I counted 3 times at least) and gets repeated into pathologic 2 that Artemy knew and remembers Maria from when they were children - and this is a big part of the reason he distrusts and dislikes the Kains

This seems to imply Isidor and Simon have been very close for a while, but unlike his dad Artemy doesn't seem to like any of the Kains - notably he doesnt' seem to give shit Simon's dead

This is like almost weirdly emphasized, I think Rubin's and Bid Vlad are the only other people Artemy mentions remembering AND they kept it in Pathologic 2

He'll still run quests for her though, lol, see 1.

4. I wish Pathologic 2 hadn't disincentivized organ collection so hard, nothing beats running around with 43 livers in my pocket

yes really, i have some many herbs too bad they aren't as useful here

5. Artemy's pretty metaphorical and flowery in his writing but most of his spoken responses are very short and terse (excepting his introduction to Daniil last route), especially for this game

It actually reminds me, he seems much more formal and metaphorical when he's keeping the Steppe language or around the Kin in Pathologic 2 - I wonder if he's terse because he's aware he's automatically seen as a dumb savage by most non-Kin characters?

He'll even make a similar joke to Daniil that he did to Yulia at the end of Pathologic 2, where he'll pretend not to understand the big words they used

No idea if this is the same in Russian

6. lol, Artemy shading Vlad Jr.s notes on the Kin

Also i keep getting lost in that stupid well

7. I feel like something not really talked about is that Artemy also really likes Aglya back, and a big part of that is that she's really the only adult, non-Kin character in the game that takes their beliefs seriously and gives a damn about how horrific it was to lock them in the Termitary like that

Like you can almost see his affection for her triple when she first talks about how 'all myths are true' and the importance of understanding a place's problems with local wisdom

Also there is a funny parallel with Daniil, in that Aglya and he both really hate the town, really hate the Powers that Be, and are both implied to be majorly screwed if Artemy ends up solving the Plague instead of them -with Day 7 also being the day Artemy basically stops helping Daniil (bc he throws his lot in with the polyhedron) and starts helping Aglya (who after their first conversation does express a desire to save the town)

8. ohh, it is really obvious given how Daniil is struggling in this route how hard he latches onto someone that actually, genuinely wants to help. Like I talked about it in his route post, but he really started this game at the end of his rope, no wonder he's noted to be very attached to Artemy this route

Also Daniil's dramatic-ass on day 7 "well we're both dead, at the very least I'm glad we didn't live long enough to become enemies 😔"

Seriously, Eva or Artemy or someone needs to give this guy a hug

Actually, this is another reason Day 7 sucks for Daniil, he either loses Eva's support or he starts to lose Artemy's trust

That being said, as his desperation ramps up towards the end Daniil's attachment becomes really, really obvious. I would say at the end of this route, he's not trying to win so much as desperately convince Artemy to switch to his side

9. Love that Clara and Dankovsky are both sending angry letters like "The Inquisitor has DECEIVED You!!!" and this barely seems to register to Artemy, I don't think reading those even opened a new dialogue prompt with Aglya

Though funnily enough, Artemy does get a dialogue option a little bit later about how he feels Daniil is trying to trick him into thinking it is Simon's soul that is the udurgh, and he sounds more than a little hurt by it

10. Finally, it is interesting how even though this route is technically 'harder' and has the player killing more civilians - it still manages to engender a more loving attitude towards the Town.

It is hard to describe, but it felt more like Artemy was working with the Town, his fellow healers, and the Inquisitor to fix things rather than having to struggle against them

[luckyshouse]

id really like 2 hear more on your thoughts on kin stuff

hmmmhmhm. i wouldnt even know where to start really. i think that almost all kinning is a form of dissociation (not in a disordered way but in the way "Spacing out" is also dissociation, it is a coping mechanism you can choose to engage with that can get out of hand if relied on too heavily) and i think that the reason kinning was so popular in early 2010s tumblr specifically in the way it was is because there was a rise in the type of abusive households that would encourage dissociation (strict rules, neglective parenting, rejection of trauma, trauma from the internet, unrestricted internet access, recession, rise in fascism, lack of third spaces, increased trauma in schools due to gun violence, the popularity of internet grooming and the lack of awareness around that topic, encouraged dissociation due to split internet/in person lives) and i also think that because of these things this has also increased the amount of people who have OSDD/DID/some form of plurality or at least increased the awareness of these disorders enough for people who are experiencing this dissociation to be able to be properly diagnosed. i think that the line between kinning when it is serious and spiritual and these disorders are very blurry and grey.

i think that kinning can tell you a lot about yourself and how you feel about yourself and your position in the world not specifically due to the character in the canon itself but your interpretation of the character and how you specifically feel about them and feel like they symbolize, but i also think that characters are written with specific people and tropes in mind and that many times paying attention to these tropes and threads between characters you kin is more important than the characters themselves. i also think that people could find a lot of freedom and fun in using fictional characters like fursonas and using them to communicate ideas that go beyond canon and are personally symbolic to them especially now in sort of a post-kin internet where a lot of people in my age kinned in their childhood but not as an adult, and i think that could be a good creative outlet for people especially if they spent a lot of time writing fanfiction or making fanart as a child.

i feel like psychological and emotional (and spiritual, but also to be clear, im very much not a spiritual thinker. it doesnt come to me naturally. i usually talk purely psychologically/politically, but im also someone who does have personal beliefs i like to keep to myself) ties disabled and autistic people develop towards fictional characters is something that is insanely important in general just as like a literal societal keystone, i think people forget how media used to be ran and how it was almost always spearhead by autistic people who were obsessed with a specific idea. most mainstream modern "iconic" series come from a source like that. i also think that people don't understand how delusions and hallucinations tend to work, and don't understand how religious delusions and fictional delusions such as kinning can be the same, but they both offer magical/fantastical escapes from reality that allow you to live a split life in a different place that is better or more symbolic or has more closure and clear concise beats to it than reality. abstractly, they fill the same role for a lot of people.

uhhh. i think thats just a lot of listing my beliefs and not really explaning them but i kinda just wanted to play my cards and show off what i think about irg to kinning. i would say its a special interest. like i said growing up my parents were convinced i was an earth angel, and there are a lot of reasons in their past that traumatized them into thinking that way. one thing i always found fascinating was my athiest dad was extremely into fandom, hes a furry himself and very strongly identifies with a small group of characters he obsessively collects. my family all agree that hes autistic, even if he isnt diagnosed. he treated his favorite characters (Spiderman, ash from evil dead, luke from starwars) exactly the same way as my mom treated any of her intense obsessions with imaginary figures (jesus/angels, ghosts, spirits, the government) as a very spiritually psychotic person, and growing up and out of my intense "spiritual" kinning phase when i was living in that household, i realized i was treating it the same exact way as my mom was treating her religious delusions. except the thing is i did it with homestuck characters so i was labeled histrionic and attention seeking instead of like you know. struggling with delusional thinking, which i very much was and is something i struggle with still now. not in a "im on alternia" kind of way but in a "im a fictional character and nothing i do has consequences so i regularly neglect myself" kind of way. i was homeschooled and msot people ive known havent been very kind to me, this has changed but my habits havent. and my i think people sort of overlook my habits bcause instead of looking like something insanely drastic its just sort of like. i kind of just disappear, and its because im thinking Of The Character. and its like a huge problem. and i kind of think its a big problem for a lot of people, but kinning is one of the pieces that goes overlooked in discussions about it because people are embarrassed. well im not. i like my guys and i like my connection with them. so

[iiotic]

Ink sans fluff headcanons

ask: hi in my humble opinion YOU (someone who from an outside perspective seems pretty awesome) should write ink / GN reader fluff headcanons. i feel like you have a good grasp on his character from what i've seen! - anon

tags: Gn reader, really just wholesome Fluff?? Ink being a sweetheart, not proff read.

word count: 0.6k

Okay let me start of with the fact that this guy cannot feel any emotions without his potions!! However I do not think that if he'd drink the pink bootle of paint he'd fall into the first person he sees. You would have to be chosen.

Ink would love a creative partner, who'd go with him on his lil' adventures!! You don't need to be as enthusiastic as he is just make sure to listen to his rambling.

This guy is completely new to this romance thing so you'll have to be patient with him. His love language is probably gift giving and quality time.

He'd ask a lot of question; what? Why? but as I said he's clueless. Of course, he had seen people dating in some of the aus but he never experienced it himself.

As I said if you're more of an artistic person, he'd support every move that you make. Constantly complementing your work. Would be extremely honoured if you'd draw him, paint him, make sculpture of him or give him a gift, like a braselet just for him!! Tears of joy, literally.

This silly would absolutely draw you so he'd sometimes ask if you'd pose for him. If you agree he's pleased, and if you don't? Well he'd draw you in secret. At one point you will find out, but who cares? However even if you'll agree posing for him he'd draw you in secret, just when you're doing normal things, being yourself.

Are you someone who dyes their hair? Amazing!! He'd ask you if he can help, he really wants to help. Don't expect for it to be perfect, though. He doesn't know much, nor anything.. Really. You'd have to teach him but I hope you don't mind? This skeleton would put a shit tone of rainbow in your hair so it that's not what you're into, you'd have to remind him that.

If you like to dye your hair yourself, he's perfectly fine with that too! He can help you with mixing the paint or give you some towels.

He has shit tone of sketchbooks dedicated just for you!!

Since he's really forgetful and has a short term memory he'd write important dates on his scarf. Like your anniversary or your birthday!! Forgive him if he'd forget, he's a bit scary in a silly way.

If you're away from eachothers for some times, he'd give you some little things that remind him of you. Nothing too big, though. Like something that you both only get, an inside joke between you or a really pretty flower.

If you're a cuddler then i must dissapoint you couse this guy can seat still for a long period of time!! The longest he will seat if he'd take a quick nap which is really really rare because I headcanon that he doesn't have to sleep??

The first kiss would be an incident or be really awkward. He's really really trying to be romantic, but can you blame him for ruining such an important moment? He's trying his best + it'd probably a great, funny and wholesome memory. That only you will remember

(a/n) sorry if this is short!! I really need to get used to writing for ink. I KIN HIM A LOT TBH.

[harunayuuka2060]

Malleus: My love, I have brought you a companion. *has given them a bird*

MC: ...

MC: Thank you, Malleus.

Malleus: *kisses their cheek* See you later after classes.

Lilia: Malleus~! We're going to be late!

Malleus: I'm going—

MC: *has grabbed his sleeve*

Malleus: What is it, my love?

MC: ...

MC: Enjoy your day.

Malleus: *smiles* I will. Thank you.

MC: ...

MC: *when they're sure that Lilia and Malleus have already left*

MC: *talks to the bird* You don't have to accompany me. *walks to the window and opens the cage*

*the bird looks at them before flying out of the cage*

MC: ...

Silver: Oh. Has Malleus already left for class?

MC: Yes. Is there anything you need from him, Silver?

Silver: Yes— No. I mean, I actually came here to see you.

MC: ...

Silver: ...

Silver: I know it must be hard not being able to leave Diasomnia so... *walks up to them and gives them some story books*

MC: ...

MC: What are these for?

Silver: ...

Silver: Even a little, I want you know what the outside world feels like. It's imbued with magic, so you will be able to smell the flowers or hear the chirping of birds or the voices of the characters in those books.

MC: ...

MC: These are great, Silver. I'll be sure to read them.

Silver: That's all I wanted to say. I'll be going to my classes now.

Silver: I hope you have a great day. *then leaves the room*

MC: ...

Sebek: Look, Waka-sama! I've got them some flowers!

Lilia: *chuckles* Sebek! Malleus should be the one getting them some flowers! You're going to make the husband jealous!

Sebek: N-No! That's not my intention! Waka-sama! Please believe me!

Malleus: *smiles* Don't worry, Sebek. You're free to give them presents.

Lilia: Silver? Have you already given them the story books you borrowed from the library?

Silver: Yes, father.

Malleus: ...

Malleus: I didn't notice you giving them anything, Silver.

Silver: Because you had already left when I went to your room.

Malleus: I see. *smiles*

Silver: ...

MC: *doesn't feel anything after reading almost all of the story books, until they opened the last one*

"Once upon a time, in realms of old,

A cherished soul, my kin, I hold,

Their spirit danced, a joyful sight,

A radiant smile, a beacon of light.

Once upon a time, they graced my side,

But now, alas, they seem to hide,

Oh, where have they flown, I ponder and weep,

In the shadows they vanish, secrets they keep.

Will they return, like a fairy's vow?

To my heart's hearth, I humbly bow,

Their chamber awaits, a sacred space,

Preserved with love, their cherished place."

MC: ...

MC: *tears started to fall onto the page*

MC: Why does this seem familiar to me... *not realizing that they're crying*

MC: *then flips over the page to see the illustration it has*

*It's their room.*

Malleus: ...

Malleus: You want me to design this room like the one in this illustration?

MC: Yes. If it's fine with you.

Malleus: *his expression changed but only for a split second* *smiles* For what reason?

MC: ...

MC: I love how it looks...

Malleus: *sighs in relief* I see. I'll make this room similar to this then. *touches their cheek gently*

MC: Thank you, Malleus.

Malleus: Is there anything else?

MC: No. That's all.

Malleus: *holding the book*

Malleus: *burns it*

Malleus: Nothing should be left. *glances at the sleeping MC*

Malleus: *smiles*

Malleus: That is the last one. And there won't be another.

Silver: ...

Silver: *smiles after remembering what MC has said to him*

MC: Thank you, Silver. I have enjoyed my day because of the books you gave me.

MC: I'm looking forward for the next.

Silver: Instead of books, would it be alright to bring you some forest animals?

Silver: I'm sure you will enjoy them more.

MC: ...

MC: *smiles* Yes. Please do.

[cripplecharacters]

hello! i'm writing a character who loses their leg and gets a prosthetic (i'm trying to decide whether it should be over their knee or under it). this character is a teen, abt fourteen/fifteen & a kin to a warrior, very active and due to outside circumstances, needs to be able to run in about two weeks (although the time can be made longer but not by much). more context is this world has magic and is set in the future and i was thinking of making the prosthetics work sort of like automail in fma and i know all these factors will effect the the process and was wondering if you have really anything that can be said/tips you can give me about this scenario

Hello,

They wouldn't even have their official prosthetic leg at two weeks, not even close. The wounds wouldn't even be healed to acceptable levels (they're healed enough to let the patient go home at three to four weeks but it completely scarring over can take as long as eighteen months.) At two weeks, they're probably still learning base skills like transferring. They aren't going to put them in a prototype prosthetic until those three to four weeks are over, or at least the character won't be sent home wearing it due to the risks of the wound reopening and how a wound that significant can easily be a medical emergency.

So, they make it to those three weeks, now they have a prototype prosthetic to help them get used to using a prosthetic leg. They're definitely still in physical therapy. Then they have to wait two to six months more before they can start fitting for a more permanent prosthetic. They need to wait for the character's residual limb to settle, meaning there's no more swelling and the muscles have settled so the residual limb isn't going to change shape very fast. Say your character's residual limb heals fairly quickly, that's still going to take a minimum of two months. And then they need to start getting used to their new, permanent prosthetic. Additionally, the process of adapting to being an amputee can take as long as four years. It probably takes a bare minimum of a few months. (Here is my source on the recovery timeline for an amputation)

I guess you could technically cut this time down by using automail as you suggested but, from what I can tell, automail is basically a bionic arm, something that functions exactly like the flesh arm or better. That's disability erasure and we have multiple posts about why cool robot arms are a trope that should be retired. Don't give the character a brand new limb that's so great they basically aren't disabled anymore.

If the character absolutely needs to be back on their feet in a maximum of two weeks, you might want to reconsider how you intend to injure them. An amputation is a pretty major thing with a long recovery time. For two weeks, I'd recommend maybe the character sprains their hip or cracks a bone. Two weeks isn't going to work for a permanently disabling injury.

Mod Aaron

[krispycreamcake]

I just realized a lot of you don't know about my stances in the DL fandom, so here's some piping hot opinions down below! (Consider this an unofficial About Me)

Krispy's Guide to navigating a vampire otome addiction!! ♡

-Who's your favourite brother and why?

Shu Sakamaki because he's hot and I lowkey kin him and we're both into the same weird stuff😓

-Who's your Diabolik lovers bias?

Laito for obvious reasons. I mean I hated him like sooo much before because I firmly stand that your trauma shouldn't be used as an excuse, but he started growing on me and now I will jump to his defense at the drop of a hat

-Who's your least favourite brother?

Tbh I don't have a brother that I personally "hate", just one I don't really care about as much and that would probably lowkey go to Subaru or Reiji

-Who's your least favourite character?

Cordelia as a person, but her character concept as a whole is well done

-Opinions on the anime?

Genuine pig slop, terrible, mischaracterized Yui and I hated her so much back then. If you prefer the anime out of all the other media, please seek help (or you're probably 12)

-Opinions on the fandom?

Get help, all of you, even me, even your pets, possibly the microorganisms living in your eyelashes. I love you guys deeply though 💔

-Controversial opinions?

Yui has shown that she's not some pure innocent mc that everyone should love, she can be a shitty person at times (like when she tried convincing Laito that he should forgive his abuser) even if she's not doing it on purpose. I like her but she's just as guilty as being a bad person as anyone else in the anime/games/manga

- What's your favourite ship?

Shuuma, Ayayui and Ayayuma

-What's your least favourite ship?

Rukiyui I'm sorry 💔

-Overrated character?

Reiji I'm not sorry

- Underrated character?

Richter tbh

- Overrated ship?

Kanato x yui, I just don't see the connection tbh

Underrated ship?

- Ayayuma and Subaru x Kou

Anyways that's it guys buh bye

[meldelen]

I know I'm not saying anything new here, but I wanted to express how Adar as character is one of the most brilliant contributions to Tolkien's lore introduced by The Rings of Power. Not just Adar, but the Uruk having an agency as well. Hell, I'll not be able to call them orcs after this. They will be remain as the Uruk in my mind, with all that using that word implies.

And yet, I couldn't avoid to miss Joseph Mawle in season 2. Don't get me wrong, I love what Sam Hazeldine has given to the character, this edge of fury, of righteous wrath he unfolds in the second season, the way he takes action in his hands for his and his children's sake. His strategic mindset as well, the cleverness he plots with to achieve an agreement with Galadriel and all that without losing the tenderness he devotes to those who he considers as his own, even if he failed to see the riot coming, or was too occupied to see it come.

But, I don't know, Mawle had this air, this tragic melancholy in a character that is already tragedy embodied. He looked sadder, more exhausted, the wounds and marks he was carrying more notorious in his way of moving, and talking, as if every movement caused him pain; gods he was mesmerizing. I wonder how the scene with Nenya would've looked on him.

Then I see Hazeldine again and I concur he was the perfect cast for what Adar's role required in season 2. They both gave a slightly different take on the character without the character seeming changed or butchered - as it happened, for example, with the recast of Daario Naharis in Game of Thrones, or at least it's how it felt to me - and I'm glad his role was expanded to season 2 by Simon Tolkien's advice, one of the best decisions ever taken in this show. Definitely a mark that will remain, for he had started a redemption arc that, sadly, never got to touch, which makes the loss even more painful.

And the final, tragic note of being aware that the Uruk have signed their doom by assassinating the only one that cared for them, even if he sacrificed them when needed, to bind themselves to a brutal, merciless master who despises their kin, sees them as nothing but workforce and slaves, and whose only reward to them will be letting them to sack, raze and destroy. One might say they deserve what they have ahead. They set their future on fire and rubricated themselves as an irredeemable race, thus circling back to the point we find them in Tolkien's lore.