#I am not okay I am not normal I am DECEASED

[tadc-harlequin-au]

I LITERALLY CAN'T

THEY WON, THEY FUCKING WON Y'ALL LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BEST ENDING IN LIFE SPEEDRUN ANY% WR

MY HEART IS MELTING IN MY CHEST AND I AM DYING, I'VE BEEN HIT, THE CUTENESS IS TOO MUCH, I AM PASSING AWAY AS WE SPEAK, GOODBYE EVERYONE I WILL SEE YOU ALL IN THE VOID

WORDS WILL NEVER DO JUSTICE HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS FIC AND I AM GOING TO BURSDT INTO A MILLION CONFETTI BWSEGBNUWSRBGVSAEVUAVEDBU IT'S SO AMAZING SCARLET THANK YOU FOR WRITING THIS AND THANK YOU SPYDER FOR RECOMMENDING THIS, BESTEST THING I EVER WOKE UP TO

LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Could we get a cute little one shot for Harlequin of Cade being an awesome big brother to Anya (the Jesterdoll kid) for Specter :)

A/N:AAAAAA-YOU'RE SPOILING MEEEEE!!

HALF SIBLINGS, FULL FAMILY

A HARLEQUIN AU ONESHOT

Harlequin AU credit: @iamespecter @tadc-harlequin-au

MEET ANYA and CADE

WARNING: NONE

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Cade sprinted through the mansion halls and up the stairs to his shared bedroom with Anya. He burst through the door, startling his younger half sister from her book.

"ANYA, ANYA, ANYA!! THE TREEFORT IS DONE! COME ON!" He jumped up and down, pointed back through the door he nearly knocked off the hinges.

"Really?" She put down her book, careful to bookmark her page, and grabbed her teddy.

"YEAH! We have a real fort to play in this time! Come on, come onnnnn!!!" He ran in circles by the door.

Anya smiled and went to follow but Cade impatiently grabbed her hand and ran with her outside.

It was a beautiful day. Spring was in full swing and everything around the manor grounds was vibrantly green and alive with bloom. The treehouse was built on the sturdiest tree on the edge of the small forest on property closest to the mansion, in plain view of any windows.

The miniature two-story structure was built around the trunk of the tree. A wrap-around balcony offered a scenic view from all sides. It had two slides, a straight slide from the first floor and a spiral slide from the second. It had a zipline connected to another distant tree that would take them to the ground. Two swings hanging below. A rock climb as an alternative way to get inside from the ladder.

Cade let go of Anya to climb up the ladder and check out the inside. It was huge! While the inside was plain, it wasn't empty. They had play tables and chairs and toy boxes and drawing boards on the walls and a small swing inside. A short staircase led to even more space on the lofty second floor. The windows were open, letting in light and the breeze, but he saw small lightbulbs on the ceiling and the balcony.

"Woooooow..." Cade quietly exclaimed. This was the most amazing thing he'd ever seen.

"Eh...urg-" Anya struggled up the ladder with her teddy.

Cade heard her and helped her up. "There you go. Isn't this place cool??"

Anya looked around with a smile. "Yeah! We could have so many tea parties up here." She pictured filling one of the toy boxes with her dollies and bringing books up to read in the swing by the sunshine.

"Heck yeah, we can! And we can race down the slides! And- oh my gosh, a zipline!! I've always wanted one of these!" He ran to the drop point on the balcony and grabbed the rope with a small wooden circle seat to ride down. "Hey, Anya, you wanna go first?"

Anya squeezed her teddy and stepped back. "No, thanks."

Cade shrugged. "Okay. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" The zipline was everything he hoped it would be; fast and fun all the way down. The cord widened to a slow stop before his feet touched the ground. "THAT WAS AWESOME!!" He shouted back at Anya, watching him from the balcony. "YOU SHOULD TRY IT!!"

Anya nervously looked at the long line down. "....no, I'm okay." From her vantage point, she saw a large lumbering figure emerging from the shade of the trees. She gasped. "CADE!! LOOK OUT!!"

Cade spun around to see Kingr coming out of the forest, covered in twigs and loose leaves. "Uncle Kingr!! Look! We have a tree fort now!" He jumped up and down as he excitedly pointed at the new playhouse.

"I see! Good for you to have such a strong fortress at such a young age." Kingr beamed with pride.

Cade's eyes narrowed mischievously. "Bet you can't get us inside!" He sprinted away and scrambled up the ladder, giggling the whole way.

The invitation to play caught Kingr off guard but he gladly accepted. "Oh, can't I?" His four arms snaked out from his back as he encroached in the kids' fort.

"Hide, Anya! He's gonna get us!" Cade rushed inside to go to the second floor.

Anya smiled and playfully screamed as one of Kingr's hands tapped along the edge of the balcony nearest her. She ran along the circling balcony, only to be stopped by another hand crawling at her. She ducked inside and went upstairs with Cade.

They both screamed and squealed and laughed as Kingr's hands playfully followed them around. He eventually got both of them, gently holding one in each hand and reels them down to him. "Gotcha."

"No fair, Uncle Kingr!! Your arms are too long!" Cade struggled against the light grip on him.

"You dared challenge me. Of course I'm going to use all of the assets at my disposal." He chuckled. "Who made this marvelous structure anyway?"

"Z did!" Cade answered. "They said they would do it, and they got it done so fast!"

"Have you thanked them yet?" Kingr arched a brow.

Both children looked sheepish. "No..." Anya said quietly.

"Then that is your next mission. Operation: gratitude." He looked around and spotted Z coming out of their residence. "There they are, go say thank you, but don't get too close. They can't see you if you're underfoot." He released them and Cade immediately bolted towards Z. Anya followed at a walk.

"Z! HEY, Z!" Cade waves his arms to get the massive puppet's attention.

Z stops and looks down at the comparatively tiny child. They weren't going to move an inch until they were sure Cade and Anya were clear of their footpath.

"Thanks for AWESOME TREEFORT!!" Cade fidgeted in place, still having way too much energy to burn.

Anya caught up. "Yeah! We love it!"

Z nodded. "I'm glad you like it." Their heart warmed from the admiration for their work. A constructor's pride that she could never quite deactivate.

"Did somebody say TREEFORT!?" A voice surprised them.

"JAX!!" Cade and Anya cheered at the sight of their favorite playmate. Cade immediately goes in for a tackle, only to be caught and hoisted onto Jax's shoulders. Anya runs in to hug his leg. Jax pats Anya on the head before scooping her up in his arm.

"What kind of trouble are you squirts getting into today?" Jax took long legged strides towards the treefort. Kingr had moved on elsewhere.

"We defended the fort from Uncle Kingr!" Cade raised his arms up in victory.

"Impressive!"

"I wanna go down the slides." Anya said quietly. "Will you go with me?" She gripped the lapels of Jax's coat.

He could never say no to her, especially when she gave him such baby doll eyes. "Of course. Which one do you want to do first?"

"The...the big one that spins around."

"How brave." He encourages her with a smile. "Chompers here can race us down the other one."

"YEAAAAH!!" Cade kicked his legs with excitement.

Jax's flexible body noodles down the slide with ease. Despite the spiraling slide being higher up, they beat Cade to the ground several times. When Anya had the courage to go down the slide alone, Jax waited at the bottom to catch her. "You did so good!" He cheers for her as he lifts her up in the air. She giggles and reaches out to him for a hug. He holds her close and squeezes warmly. Anya gives him a kiss on the nose with her teddy bear. A part of him heals in that moment.

"Oh boy! Snacks!!" Cade suddenly says and runs at Gangle, approaching with a tray of refreshments.

"Hello, young sir Cade." Gangle greeted with a gentle smile. She lowered the tray and let him take his choice of snack and drink. "Are you having fun?"

"THE BEST!!" He tossed the snack in his mouth and monched it loudly.

Anya joins and takes only a drink. "Thank you, aunty Gangle."

"You're very welcome, young miss Anya." She raised the tray back up and offered it to Jax. "Would sir Jax care for a snack?"

"I already do." He winked.

Gangle nearly dropped the tray, her mask flushing with flustered patterns. "Oh, my... Not in front of the children." She whispered.

Both Anya and Cade were completely oblivious to the conversation, enjoying their refreshments.

"I'll take one." Pomni grabbed a finger sandwich from the tray and popped it in her mouth.

"Oh! Of course, Madam Pomni! Have as much as you like."

"You really don't have to call me that." Pomni said through the food in her mouth. "We're friends for fu-" She spots her kids watching and clears her throat. "-for crying out loud."

"I insist!" Gangle asserted her stance. "You are the wife of the Master of the Manor! It's only proper."

Pomni rolled her eyes and popped in another mini sandwich. "Whatever you say."

After Cade finished his snack he wrapped his arms and legs around his mother's leg. "Play with us!" Anya joined him, grabbing Pomni's other leg. "Yeah!! Pleeeeeeease?"

"Fiiiiine, since you asked so nicely." Pomni smiled and tried walking with both kids clamped to her shins. It was slow and awkward but she was making progress to the swings under the treefort.

"Welp, looks like I've been replaced." Jax chuckled and put an arm around Gangle. "How about you and I go see what there is to eat in the pantry."

The tray clattered lightly as Gangle's hands shook. "That- that sounds like a wonderful idea, sir Jax." The patterns on her mask rorschached wildly on her cheeks as she left with him.

Pomni alternates pushing Cade and Anya on their swings. Cade insisted on going higher with every push, Anya was happy with a light swing.

Ragatha and Caine were having tea in the garden, watching Pomni and the children. Ragatha poured him a cup and he sipped it without adding any alcohol. He sighed contently. "I don't know about you, but I feel like we won at life."

Ragatha smiled, looking at Pomni and Anya. "I couldn't agree more."

Bubble hovered nearby. "Congratulations to you both for fucking the Harlequin and winning." He sniggered.

Ragatha spat her tea. "BUBBLE!!"

"I WILL DEACTIVATE YOU IF YOU DON'T LEAVE THIS INSTANT!!" Caine blustered at the moment being ruined by his snarky butler.

[yoursweetyinnie]

homesick — kim minjeong.

SYNOPSIS — from the lack of attention from her parents growing up, winter doesn’t know where she belongs in this galaxy, nor understands her own emotions. lucky, she has you.

PAIRING — alien!winter x fem!reader

CW — mention of neglect

INSPIRATION — homesick by madison beer

“so, what are your parents like?” winter asks with a slightly tilted head from curiosity.

you look up from your book, and sit up against the couch cushions, “well, they’re definitely good ones, for sure. i can go to them about anything, they’ve always been there for me. i wouldn’t be anywhere without their support. i love them very much.” you explain.

the girl was very conflicted now. these things you described she wasn’t familiar with her own parents doing.

“why do you ask?” you ask out of curiosity.

she simply shrugs, “i mean, parents on earth do this?”

“well, good parents do. unfortunately, some parents don’t do these things.” you explain.

winter took those words in. deeply, in fact.

she didn’t know any of these things were considered normal. of course, you and her are from completely different species and planets, but hearing this from a human seemed to make her feel super conflicted about her own life back at home, and how she was raised.

“did…did your parents not do this for you?” you ask.

the girl simply shook her head.

thinking back, no emotion is really shown on winter’s planet.

they’re created just for the purpose of multiplying their species. she was one of those aliens.

yes, to her, it was important to continue the life of her people, but emotionally, she thinks at what cost of their lives and how they’re supposed to live it?

hearing how good your parents have treated you, and still do, winter realizes she’s longed for that own love and affection from her own mother and father.

but she never got it. not even once.

she didn’t even realize she had been crying, to which you quickly wanted to comfort her.

“are you okay? what’s wrong? did i say something wrong?” you ask.

winter snapped from her thoughts, her knuckles brushing away the wet tears on her face.

she was confused.

“what am i doing?” she asks.

“you’re crying, winter. do you know why?” you ask softly.

she sniffles, “thinking about my parents…made me cry.”

“are they deceased or…?”

winter shakes her head, “they…they never showed me love. i wanted that.”

you nod in understanding. you wipe her tears with a tissue.

“i wish they showed me the love and affection you received. on my planet, it’s like we are all…robots. were created just to continue the life of our own. i never realized how…cruel that is.” winter sniffles as more tears fall down her cheeks, “my parents will never give me any kind of love.”

you simply just hug winter as she kept crying. her hands held onto your shirt tightly, as if she were scared you’d disappear.

“i know you want that, very badly. i’m sorry you didn’t. but i’ll always be here for you winter. no matter what.” you tell her, “even in another galaxy.“

hearing these words made her weight off her shoulders lift slightly.

ever since she landed here on earth, she’d admit, she was scared. she just didn’t know it.

but upon meeting you, it’s like the stars aligned all at once on that new year.

she knew she’d be okay as long as she had you.

[love-belle]

no comment !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which they finally reveal their shared life.

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social media au // carlos sainz jr. x fem!reader

warnings - language

author's note - hello!! i can't stop making these lmfao but fr these are so fun to write, i love them!! i really hope u like this, thank you for reading <3 i think, emphasis on think, that i will be able to post a pierre gasly social media au tonight along with part i of a max verstappen one so yeah, keep an eye out. i love you, hope you're okay <3

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[merakiui]

Oh god I absolutely love Skully he’s my bby and all but sir,,,,,, I AM NOT LETTING YOU SMASH MY CORPSE 😭😭

Imagine priest!Rollo walking in (more like hearing) on Skully fucking a deceased woman’s (who Skully was insanely obsessed with because let’s be honest, that boy cannot love normally) corpse in her casket. bonus points if the woman was someone Rollo loved as well, so Rollo is just as equal parts as angry and disgusted because 1. he doesn’t know who Skully is 2. Skully’s fucking her 3. she’s DEAD and he’s still doing it and 4. they’re in church,, the house of GOD

PLS TELL ME YOU SEE THE VISION????

THE VISION IS SEARED ONTO MY EYELIDS!!!! I SEE IT SO WELL OMG!!!!!!

Ohhhh,,, he is so filthy and disturbed,,, poor Father Flamme, having to put up with this gross stranger. >_< something something Skully who was your loyal servant, who watched from afar as his lady grew ill and bedridden. He would linger just outside your door and listen in as the physician tends to you. He'd leave bundles of fresh flowers outside your door in hopes that you might receive them and the sheer force of his affections would be enough to rejuvenate you. Alas, it was not to be. </3 his dear lady takes her final breath in the gloomy solitude of her bedroom, leaving behind an infatuated servant and his love that could never blossom to fruition. A love forever left unspoken, a confession stifled in the depths of his heart.

Wakes (in the Victorian era) were commonly held in the house, but let's say your body is brought to the church instead.... something something Father Flamme shall bless your corpse,, in the house of the lord, you shall rest peacefully. You're dressed for death, chilled, embalmed, and perfumed appropriately, laid to rest in a wooden coffin surrounded by soft, silken cloth and the prettiest of funeral blooms. Many come to view you and to pay their respects. Father Flamme's heart is heavy. You were so young and still so full of years,, to think your brilliant flicker would be snuffed by illness. Life is too cruel. :(

Skully who can't bear to be apart from you. He's quiet during the wake, absolutely shattered, but in the hours afterwards he finds he can't stand being away from you. The idea that tomorrow you'll be buried beneath the earth and he'll never get to look upon your beautiful face again is much too devastating for him. In his distraught, heartbroken feelings, he breaks into the church late into the night to see you. And there you are, resting in your casket at the altar, the moonlight filtering in through the stained glass.

Oh, he mourns like no man has ever mourned before! He kneels before you and whispers all sorts of things: how he's so grateful you took him in as a servant, how he will forever cherish you and your kindness, how much he adores you, how it's just not fair that you're gone, etc etc... he lifts your cold, stiff hand and places the gentlest kiss upon it. That's really all he meant to do, but he loves you so viscerally and he can't help risking a chaste kiss to your cheek. You died before you could be wed, so it's perfectly okay, right? And even if you did have a lover, it wouldn't mean anything to Skully. He knows that deep down the two of you are meant to be together, both in life and in death.

So he leans into the casket to press his mouth to yours.

And, really, there is no turning back once the point of no return has been crossed. Under the watchful judgement of the lord, Skully shall wed your bodies in unholy matrimony.

[gimmebackmyskeeball]

“Get in mamacita.”

just my hot lil pookie with his curvy crush

pairing(s): jj maybank x latina!pogue!reader

he wanted to scream. scream his ass off. or fuck yours. seriously. he seriously thought one of the science men pope probably would work with in the future should study you. his hormones be hormonin’ too but this was not normal, not in the slightest. he watched as you walked around the house with your shorts that weren’t even goddamn short! what the hell was wrong with him that he couldn’t stop himself from drooling over you every time he saw you? or your ass. and, oh, those hips. he thanked your genes every time he saw you because that figure was worth dying for. or at least he thought so. maybe it had to do with his dry-spell or his newly deceased crush for kiara but…hey, you were hot. that was the only reason he needed.

he admired everything about you. your tastes to your attitude, your habits and your daily schedule. yes, it might sound like he was obsessed with you but it was just a small crush.

small crush, my ass.

okay, maybe he was obsessed with you but everyone would’ve been. he was practically living in the same house with you and he had to see you 24/7, had to calm his urges that just begged him to bend you over somewhere, anywhere and finally do all the stuff he wanted to do to you. while you were completely oblivious to the fact that he was even feeling that way.

“john b, I’m going to the store!” you yelled from inside, your voice triggering his only now growing gentleman senses as he jumped up from the couch, walking next you. “I’m comin’ with ya.” you looked at him, choosing to be the annoyed best friend today. “no, you’re not.” he frowned, “yes, I am.” why were you not wanting him there? were you gonna go see someone? did he embarrassed you in public? let the boy come with you, dammit! you rolled your eyes, not trying your chances anymore, “fine. but you’re drivin’.”

you threw the keys at him as he didn’t missed, catching them. you both walked out the house, him walking behind you to watch you walk. one of his favorite hobbies lately. he quickened his pace, catching up to you to open the van door for you. you climbed in, appreciating his kindness. he got in the drivers seat, driving to the store. you jumped out the seat, looking back at him. “I’ll be right back.” he nodded, listening to you as he stayed in the van. youwent in, grabbing some sodas and chips. it was a movie day with the pogues, your favorite. you wandered around the store before paying —the money barely being enough, pogue problems— and walking out. the smile on his face when you walked out was unhinged. he honked, rolling down his window. “get in, mamacita.” you let out a laugh, opening the door to get back in your seat. “gross…” what can he say? I guess he has to learn spanish pickup lines after all…

srry my ass couldn’t handle this lil fantasy just staying in my fantasies, I had to write it. enjoyy!

[meanbossart]

Ok so I just devoured all of ANE—incredible work, I just loved imagining every scene with your art in mind, it painted such a vivid picture. There are so many great moments in the fic but one that stuck out, that I would LOVE to ask you about:

Chap 26- "My blood, my guts - I felt them starting to boil, to roast. It was as excruciating as it was exhilarating. Like coming alive again"

I adore how creatively you write violence. I never would have thought of it—let's electrocute the vampire!! I am so curious for more details from astarions POV. Was it just a shocking (pun intended) experience, or is this something he would low key fantasize about later? (Or was he just saying that cause he thought DU drow would be kinda into it?)

I would also love to know more about his vampire sweat which you describe as waxy. It seems like that it happens to him not really just from physical exertion, but from his vampire body reacting to extreme circumstances—like exposure to the river, or the electrocution. Is that theory accurate? Basically, we know he sweats, but does he sweat with normal triggers? Or is it different for vampires?

Haha I love taking vampire lore as provided from BG3 and getting grittier with it!!! Thanks for taking us on such an incredible journey with this fic so far!

Oh I LOVE A Novel Experience questions. Thank you so much for reading it!!! I'm glad it has been a fun experience so far.

This scene, and that dialogue in particular, was written with future events in mind, and while Astarion's line specifically doesn't have direct plot impact, it may come to mind at a later date, once Other Stuff has happened (profoundly helpful, I know).

The scene itself (where Astarion uses his body to conduct the electrical charge) is also supposed to reveal a little more about how I headcanon vampire's bodies to work: he received a fatal dose of electricity, his body technically suffered the side-effects from it, but since Astarion doesn't actually depend on his his bodily functions he did not cease actual functioning and was able to stand upright to do what he did.

Astarion's reaction also is supposed to be earnest. He basically just got defibrillated times a hundred, felt heat emanate from the core of his body for the first time in two centuries and had his heart jump hard enough to shake up some of the cobwebs around it - he will definitely be thinking about it, but the experience wasn't sexual. He only came onto DU drow minutes later because the experience put him in a really good mood, and because it was a good way to reassure his partner that he was okay despite what just happened.

I do like to bring about a corpse-like picture whenever I describe Astarion in distress, or exerting himself. I have an ask reply buried somewhere that goes into more detail about it, but basically - the worse a state the finds himself in, the more he resembles a cadaver, hence the oiliness/ thick sweat (the aforementioned waxiness) and a potent smell. He basically looks very feverish in those instances, which can also resemble someone who's freshly deceased.

I don't think he's ever quite normal unless very freshly fed, bathed, or covered in perfume, but both smell and physical appearance do improve significantly when he's not actively suffering or regenerating, the same goes for the waxy-sweat situation - if he's being active a normal amount (fighting, having sex, or stuck in really hot temperatures), he either won't sweat at all or only a little bit, and nothing about it will seem particularly out of place unless you were to take a big whiff of him. It's all technically the same action/substance but produced in different amounts and interacting with the overall state of his body.

[iwannascreameurekaa]

pjo characters as quotes part 2

Will to Nico: "Here's your Benadryl, it appears Kayla has ripped up a piece of the flooring so if you go to the bathroom just be careful not to stub your toe"

Nico: "...okay"

Jason: "I am not a dog"

Leo: "Yes you are"

Piper: "i bet on loosing dogs"

Leo: "Is it possible to have an autistic dog?"

Will: "wtf"

Piper: "I'm sprinkling sexual tension on them like Parmesan cheese"

*Taylor swift music blasting while they're watching tv*

Hazel: "is Will able to turn down his music or"

Nico: "will turn down Taylor swift"

Will: "you're not a swiftie!!" *music immediately turns off*

*lightning strikes*

Rachel: "Looks like the gods are telling you no!!"

Hazel, in an extremely gleeful voice: "Do it again circus monkey!!"

Annabeth: "You know how to use the microwave, I'm not worried about your happiness"

Will: "*mockingly* "The boogeyman's gonna get you" *normal voice* I will kiss the boogyman. On the mouth."

Nico: "what"

Piper: "greys anatomy is one piece for white people"

Leo: "I am a fricking car"

Jason: "cars can't speak"

Pipers: "he's kinda proof that they can"

Hazel: "what's thunder thighs? Does it strike lightning"

Jason: "I'm sorry since when was I a twink"

Piper: "since your birth"

Jason: "then what is Leo????"

Piper: "a double twink"

Random person: "turn to god"

Piper: "turn to Chappell Roan"

Will to Nico: "DO YOU NEED A LAMP? I CAN STAND IN THE CORNER OF THE ROOM SILENTLY PLEASE"

Will: "my parents chose normal daughter but something happened in the process and they got Hamilton son"

Nico: "I wanna be a bibically accurate angel when I grow up"

Leo: "you're a bibically accurate plastic bag"

Leo to Piper: "You poked me with your long fricking female nails"

Percy: "I'm a strong boy"

Annabeth: "if you're such a strong boy can you help me put away towels"

Percy: "I said I'm a strong boy not a smart boy"

Annabeth: "the gods are gonna strike you if you touch his stuff" 

Nico *pointing at every character that has died in the series*: "DEAD DECEASED KILLED MURDERED"

Nico *pointing at Jason*:  "CYBERPUNKED"

Hazel, just learning about Bluetooth speakers in cars: "i would be a bad driver bc I would be listening to music and swerve to the beat"

Percy to idk who:*pointing to a tv that says "predator"* "thats YOU!"

Leo: hi Frank!

Frank:...I wish I had a prosthetic leg so I could take it off and throw it at you

Leo: what 🧍‍♂️

(Note: I love their beef sm make them kiss now)

Will to Nico: "Time for sleep!! *pause* oh wait I forgot you can't sleep the city needs you!" 

Annabeth: "Don't make enemies if you're allergic to peanut butter."

[starrysnowdrop]

Sohna x Calyx Ship Headcanons

((As of Patch 7.2))

So if you’re reading this, then either you’re caught up with the patch 7.2 MSQ or you’re okay with spoiling yourself, and therefore you must be familiar with our new antagonist: Calyx, the Founder of Preservation and the mastermind behind all of the shenanigans that are happening right now with turning the Alexandrians into Endless.

Now, I don’t know how he managed to do this, but I’ve become obsessed with him in a minimal amount of time, and I have started to think about shipping Sohna with Calyx, even though we don’t know all that much about him.

Therefore, I have a bunch of headcanons that I’ve come up with in terms of a ship, but obviously a lot of this, if not all of this, could be way against canon. Obviously I don’t know what actually will happen in 7.3 and beyond, and I don’t know if I’ll end up tossing all of this away or keep it later, but I’m writing all of this out anyway, and hopefully someone out there reading this will enjoy it too.

Anyways, enough of my babbling. Onto the Sohna/Calyx!

First of all, let’s quickly recap Sohna’s story so far, as it’s important to know that for all of the rest to make sense.

Sohna is not a Warrior of Light in her canonverse, but I am planning on her becoming a Scion nevertheless. She shares a canonverse with my other two OCs, Hali Aloke and Yume Aino (@firelightmuse), who are both my WoLs along with my friends’ OCs (shoutout to @goodappleapyl and @traveler-of-light). Sohna also doesn’t enter the story until 7.0, and she is a Hhetsarro from Shaaloani. She is currently 23 years old in my canonverse, and she is the same age as Alphinaud and Alisaie.

To make a long story short, Sohna’s mother was killed in the first attack on Tuliyollal, and thankfully Alphinaud was there to not only save Sohna’s life, but also he destroyed the soldier attacking Sohna’s mother before it stole her soul and aether from her. During her recovery, Alphinaud is always at her bedside taking care of her and keeping her company, so it doesn’t take too long before Sohna falls in love with Alphi. The other result of all this is that Sohna is out for revenge on her mother’s life and the others killed in the attack, so Sohna begins to hate the Alexandrians and their entire way of life. She won’t stop until she kills all of those responsible for Alexandria being fused with the Source and those who had a hand in the attack on Tuliyollal.

So you’re sitting there probably wondering, well, with Sohna’s motivations being that she’s out to kill everyone responsible for her mother’s death, how in the hell would Sohna/Calyx work exactly, if he’s the one that she would want to kill the most?

Good question! A lot of it is leaning on my current headcanon for Calyx that is 99.999999% likely to not be canon, but I want to approach it with the idea that Calyx is Alphinaud’s shard from the 9th. I just think Calyx gives me evil Alphi vibes, and he could be an example of how Alphinaud could have turned out if he wasn’t humbled by the Crystal Braves and the Bloody Banquet.

So let’s get down to the actual Sohna/Calyx stuff! I imagine that Calyx can just watch anything that is happening in Alexandria proper with access to the entire system. That means that he would have been watching Sohna arrive in the Dome, and he would figure out her motives and know how to exploit it.

Calyx knows what Sohna wants the most: to be reunited with her parents, whom are both deceased. He then teleports Sohna to the Underkeep and gives her an offer: He would take Sohna’s memories of her parents and create Endless versions of them for her, and in return, she must get the key from Hali and give it to him. Normally for Sohna, she would refuse without a second thought, but for some reason, she feels as if she’s having Deja vu when looking at Calyx, and she hesitates before breaking down and refusing his offer.

Though Sohna doesn’t go along with Calyx’s offer, she oddly feels conflicted about him. On the one hand, she still wants her revenge, and is frustrated that she can’t just kill him easily due to him being an Endless. On the other hand, she can’t help but be attracted to him on some level, as he reminds her a lot of Alphinaud.

After Sohna refuses Calyx’s offer, she starts having dreams about Calyx, including some that are rather steamy, and she is mad at herself for thinking about her enemy in that way. She feels torn, and though part of her wishes she could defeat him and then her mother would be avenged, another part of her yearns to understand him, and is curious about his past and wants to see if they could come to an understanding.

Now this was all about Sohna’s conflicting feelings for Calyx, but what about Calyx?

Well, I don’t presume to be some expert on him or anything, especially with what little we got of him in 7.2. But I’m going to go out on a limb here that there’s more to him than meets the eye. He’s acting cold and emotionless, but I think he’s being ruthless when it comes to his goals, and either he hides his emotions deep down inside, or somehow living as an Endless for hundreds of years has made him lose his emotions perhaps.

Either way, this next part is purely self indulgence, and I would love it if Calyx begins to develop feelings for Sohna, and he then tries to manipulate her into becoming an Endless so she can stay with him forever. Now, I don’t know at this point if Sohna will choose Calyx over Alphi, but Calyx certainly doesn’t make Sohna’s choice easy, as he still hangs her parents’ memories over her.

So yeah, to sum it up, lots of sexual tension, guilt on Sohna’s part, confusion and anger on Calyx’s part, and Calyx trying to tempt Sohna into giving into him. That’s about it until more is revealed in 7.3, and/or I get really crazed and think of more. Anyways, if you’ve come this far, then I thank you so much for your curiosity and for sticking around to read this new purely cursed ship of mine. Thank you so much, and hopefully you enjoyed it!! 💖

[tired-reader-writer]

To actually elaborate on the autistic Farangis headcanon thing now that I finally have a couple hours' sleep and a nice refreshing shower under my belt, while I definitely do not think she was supposed to be seen that way by either Tanaka or Arakawa— I'm sure she was only meant to be… *gestures* what she is in canon, I'm yeeting that far, far away from me. 

My City Now. 

So we know Farangis was very likely ostracized by fellow priestesses before the start of the story. After all, she says:

“...At any rate, it was likely just a way to get rid of a nuisance. My fellow priestesses are jealous of me for being so beautiful, talented, and skilled in both academics and in battle. I'm certain that they have used the last wish of the deceased as a pretense for throwing me out of the temple.” —manga, chapter 12

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“A woman of talent, who like me is graced with beauty and proficient in arts both scholarly and martial, shall be begrudged by her peers. Using the fulfillment of the deceased’s will as an excuse, they chased me away from the temple. I wonder if you understand, Sir Minstrel.” —novel, chapter 4 part 5

(Interestingly, novel!Farangis also says, “Those who leave such wills never consider what trouble they may cause for the people they leave behind.” and is that a hint of resentment/exasperation she expresses here? It's completely absent from the manga version but ANYWAYS—)

So there's very definite evidence of her not fitting in with her peers, but it's the reasoning I take a little issue with. Nothing wrong with a confident woman who knows she's Hot Shit, but the framing does bother me juuuust a teeny little bit. Her temple peers feel less like shitty but ultimately realistic people, and more like caricatures? It felt like an “all the other jealous bitches HATED her for being too awesome and pretty” thing, which… I mean, Farangis being shunned for her autistic behavior wouldn't make those peers better people or god forbid justify their treatment of her, but I thought it would be interesting to reframe the situation a bit and also project my own experiences on her. (After all, what are blorbos for if not projecting your trauma and issues upon them?)

We've seen how blunt she is, and how little of a shit she gives towards societal and formal conventions. She certainly doesn't seem like it at first glance, especially not next to Gieve, because in comparison to him she just feels like the epitome of rule-following formality. Buuuut. There's nuance to that. 

We see her bluntness in the way she gives Bahman a dressing down before the expedition to Sindhura— judging from Bahman's reaction (“why should I, a marzbān, be scolded by a kahina from the countryside?!”), it suggests a status discrepancy that societal norms should dictate that she not have the right to speak to a marzbān that way. But she does. Because she doesn't give a shit. 

It is a common perception of autistic people that they're either extremely rule-following or that they “don't understand” rules and instructions, and… okay, this is gonna be a lot of spitballing since for a number of reasons (mainly how I was constantly compared to my officially diagnosed and very detectably autistic brother as the “normal” one by my family, mainly where it concerns me being disallowed from autistic behavior where my brother was allowed since I was the “normal” sibling and it's been stuck with me my whole life and I'm… still in the process of unpacking everything and I still feel very disconnected from autistic communities and I feel like an imposter anyways that was one heck of a ramble) I am still dealing with much uncertainty in wading through my very own autism, it's very anecdotal, so. Yeah. Anyways— from what I've experienced and what I've seen of other people's anecdotes, while it is true that rules and routine can help us interact with and make sense of the world around us, autistic people will straight up reject some rules they feel are hypocritical or inconsistent. I've seen autistic people say that they do see the rules, they just go “well that's stupid I'm not doing that” and refuse to follow. Of course, I don't mean to say that there's no difficulty in understanding because gods know I'm terrible at catching social cues. And end up being extremely rude on accident. It's a complicated thing.

So how I see a younger Farangis is that, as a child, she finds it difficult to care about some things, her bluntness pisses people off even if she well and truly didn't mean anything bad by it, just pointing out something she thought was obvious, or calling out unfair things. Her difficulty in parsing social cues and such creates a rift between her and her peers in the temple. (I swear, growing up a neurodivergent child, it's like everyone could somehow tell I was some sort of Different Freak™, and I constantly felt like I was playing a game whose rules everybody except me knew. It was as though I was constantly emitting a Neurodivergent Miasma™ or I had a neon sign blaring from me that I was “Not Normal™” that alerted people and allowed them to exclude me at every turn, it was such an experience.)

I want to emphasize that this would not put Farangis in the wrong, and under no circumstances would she have been deserving of such bullying, in case anyone takes this the wrong way. That's not what I'm saying. I'm just trying to project and relate to a character I like because I thought this made sense.

There is also the factor of grief. She was at the very least eight years old when she was sent to the Temple of Mithra after her parents' death, so it's very likely that she was a tiny little child who was actively grieving her parents and the life she used to have. And children don't have the experience and emotional maturity to process their feelings, so they can lash out or act in “undesirable” ways since they have Very Big Feelings and very little way to express them maturely. I don't think her time in the Temple was a particularly good experience, even setting aside the whole Aghriras debacle (which isn't making it into the manga, I'm pretty sure, and never has the chance to happen in my AU, so I'm not gonna be discussing that). 

So imagine a young child who has just lost her parents being put into this unfamiliar place, where perhaps rules that are not explicitly stated but which everyone is nevertheless expected to follow. Hierarchies that are entirely unfair. I recall novel part 2 spoilers that detail how Alfarīd and Farangis infiltrated a temple for some investigative work? And I recall how it detailed that priestesses get harassed and apprentice priests/priestesses get heaped with chores and stuff just because of their junior status. I might be remembering wrong though, so do tell me if that's the case! But anyways, for a young child, an apprentice priestess, to be exposed to that kind of nonsense, I believe Farangis would've pushed back against it one way or another, and generally being not a fan of what she sees as nonsensical, arbitrary, and unfair rules. Neurodivergent people tend to have a stronger sense of justice and fairness, after all. And her “rebellious misbehavior” as a child could've given people an excuse to pick on her or shun her. I think she dedicated herself to her training and studies as a sense of routine, to cope with… everything, basically.

Here is another quote from Farangis that stood out to me:

“Let us say that Mithra's will and my own thoughts are in agreement.” — from that same conversation with Bahman

I think they showcase her relationship to rigid norms quite well. She is devoted to Mithra, genuinely and wholeheartedly (I do have to wonder if Mithra being a yazata of covenants, light, oaths, justice, contracts, and friendship played a role in her connection to the deity aside from the fact that she was raised in a temple of Mithra, maybe she felt more of a connection because she had a higher justice sensitivity and wanted something she could actually make sense out of), but she isn't devoted to her patron deity for the sake of it, the way she framed and phrased that is so interesting to me. I've seen someone say, “Rules are good if they are fair, reasonable, sensible, and easy to follow, and enforced uniformly by someone who is capable of being a fair and discerning judge.” and I think that's at least in part what's happening here, at least how I interpret it in a way that I can connect with. Your interpretation might differ! 

Anyways, this post is such an incoherent mess, maybe I didn't get enough sleep as I thought I did, but let me know what you guys think! Farangis is a character I've kinda seen myself in (and admire, because she's awesome) but I hadn't put my headcanons and interpretation of her character into words before, especially not in a lengthy post like this. This is a headcanon that is very dear to my heart! I wish we got more insight on what her life was like before the start of the story, I felt like it just got mentioned and then dropped— never to be seen or mentioned again— but I guess it means it's Free Real Estate for me to draw whatever kind of picture that I want. 

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Spoilers for chapter 4 so far!

okay ik everyone and their mother is probably talking about this but monomoko seems to be becoming more and more sympathetic for the students and it kinda scares me for her future, considering what just happened w dr kan (KYS!!!!!). im not particularly sure as to why this is happening, maybe the black spots have to do with the memories or the feelings from the deceased students??? i feel like that has to have some significance. also she went and talked to people that were pretty significant to people who died or got killed, like sasaki and okazaki, so i find that intriguing. im still so confused as to how any of monomokos abilities work but hey ojima got a glimpse of the sky! yeah open sky screamed death flags ojima pls stay true to your word. also the yanagi analysis by monomoko was wild lmfao but i did really like seeing that, it was good to get a better idea of who yanagi really wants to protect,,, hes grown on me so much god i love him

TAMBA MISSING KAMIMURA I AM IN TEARS F UGH KKJSJAJEJE sweetie you DO deserve to be alive but this dialogue is so real i can totally see why tamba is spiraling out. her survivors guilt is really getting to her n how she was so careless before n still survived while someone like kamimura who took a bunch of precautions was killed. obviously tamba deserves to live; the question of who deserves to live is as hayashi said, it’s not something anyone has to prove, you just make the most of it. i really love hayashi and tambas interactions ESP in this chapter.

watari adding patches for the people who died in gonna CRY. i wonder what she would’ve said if she had the time to respond to monomoko, that definitely put Okazaki onto the forefront of her mind.

now onto some actual analysis

I think the why do you mourn them question is answered well with tambas sentiments before; they were so young and just died because of the situation they were forced into. Danganronpa is so dangerous too when the people in the killing game are teenagers, who are still learning to make rational decisions, so putting them in a kind of environment that puts pressure on them to make this kind of sacrifice to get out alive and save themselves, a very human instinct.

i had something in my drafts that I was gonna post desperately but might as well talk about it here cause it fits! i think a lot of why the pink cast is in such mourning goes to the kind of lives they live normally. many of them are more isolated, like kamimura or wada, or surrounded by people but not truly by people they can be themselves around, like hiroaki, chiba, and harada. especially considering them being the best in their field, they have lives where it’s hard to make connections with their peers and it’s a genuine one. that’s why hasegawa n kamimura become attached at the hip so quickly; kamimura was able to actually have a friend. this applies to pretty much everyone, and i think that is what is at the heart of the quick connections. they have the ability to be with their peers and don’t have the outside worlds social pressures on them. it’s a horrendous situation ofc, but if it weren’t for the killing game, they wouldn’t have talked to each other even if they did live near each other because of various reasons. i think the original danganronpa was trying to get to this point and it did in some cases, but in others it didn’t and that lead to a lack of mourning from the cast towards the people they lost except maybe one or two people.

tetro casually making me lose my mind yay hope all that made sense

[cherrylovelycherry]

Hi! I love how you write angst and it is perfect whenever I crave for some.

As I am into an angst spree, and i saw your requests open, could I request some bittersweet angst? I don't really have any ideas lol but maybe with Zhongli? Or Diluc? Al Haitham is fine too, haha.

Another name

pairing. zhongli x gn!reader cw/genre. some bittersweet to pure angst, no comfort, begging, toxic relationship, do not imitate. masterlist! requests open! note. Hi Anon, here is what you requested, as you didn't specify pronouns I opted to make them neutral (easier for me to make them with "You") I hope that's ok and that you enjoy it. By the time I finish writing this I feel I've made it more angsty, I hope it's still ok, sorry.

Things were obvious to both of you, or at least to you. It was nothing new to know that he was with you only because of the physical resemblance to his previous deceased partner. The worst part of it was that even knowing the situation, you loved him too much to leave him.

You were sitting next to him, while he was combing his hair. Suddenly he called you by the name of his previous partner, not for the first time.

"My name is Y/N…you know that, don't you?" you said to Zhongli, by the correction he apparently got annoyed, to the point of ignoring you but not just for that day, he ignored you for a whole week.

He started to become distant, almost as he always did when you repeated or contradicted his words. You tried to think at first that he was just busy.

Now you found yourself walking leisurely through Liyue; it was a quiet afternoon. The breeze was blowing, the birds were singing, it was nice. Zhongli saw you, but avoided you. You had no idea that he had passed by because you were busy in your own little world.

You missed the caresses he gave you a week ago, before you corrected him. His warm kisses on your forehead and the pats on his head. It was strange that he ignored you for so long, normally it was over in hours, like two months ago.

"I'm sorry." He said, hugging your waist from behind, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

You had just fought about something he mentioned, you got a little upset, but didn't comment. Seeing you uncomfortable, he got annoyed too, and everyone went to a different part of the house.

And here he was now, pressing soft kisses on your jaw and the back of your neck, his hands caressing your waist.

"Ah, it's okay, Zhongli." You spoke, turning to see him and giving him a small kiss. He, of course, smiled at the action.

Oh, how you wanted it to be like that this time.

Later, you returned home, Zhongli was already there.

"Zhongli, please don't ignore me." You approached with hesitant steps to the couch where he was sitting while reading a book.

Zhongli raised his head to look at you. You couldn't tell what he was feeling from his serious face. "Come here, sit with me." He spoke, putting his book aside.

That was a breakthrough, at least he responded to you. You moved closer and he grabbed your hand as he made you sit next to him. With another hand he began to stroke your hair gently. "It's okay now, I'm not upset anymore." Zhongli said, finally mentioning his former partner's name again as he continued the caresses.

You felt a lump in your throat, your body tensed as you heard him call you by that name, again.

"Zhongli…" You started to speak, your mouth feeling dry. "…that's not my name." Inside you were afraid that he would be annoyed again and ignore you, but you couldn't, you needed to tell him that that wasn't your name.

"…" Zhongli's hand in your hair tightened, instantly stopping the movement. You exhaled tiredly, you were starting to get fed up with the situation.

"I'm afraid to say this isn't working." He said, pulling his hand away from your hair, his tone was distant and with his gaze fixed on the wall.

"Huh?" you blurted out in surprise. "What do you mean?" feeling your body tense.

"That this isn't working." He said again. His gaze was now fixed on you and his tone was firm and distant.

"I can't even say I'm completely happy here with you because it's not true. I still love the person who looks like you but is no longer here."

"I-" Zhongli's words echoed in your head. "No, you don't really mean it…do you?" your voice cracked as you spoke. You were getting desperate, you couldn't let yourself break up with him, you loved him too much.

"I'm sorry, it was a mistake to have thought this could work. I see clearly now how different you are from her." He exhaled, getting up from the couch.

"…" You felt your life flash before your eyes. Reacting just as he got up from the couch, "No, please-" Hesitantly, you moved towards him quickly. "Please, let's not break up, please."

Tears soon began to fall from your eyes, the lump in your throat beginning to form into small, suppressed sobs.

Zhongli just stood there, saying nothing. He looked at you with a cold and firm countenance.

You, in an act of desperation at his firm resolve, knelt before him, grabbing his legs in an attempt to keep him from leaving. "Please, Zhongli, don't leave me-" you spoke, sobbing.

"I'll let you call me by her name, please don't leave."

Zhongli seeing you like this, felt some remorse, seeing your great despair reflected on your face, he merely sighed.

"I'm sorry, but no." He said, moving forward and releasing the grip you had on his legs.

"Please, Zhongli, don't-"

Everything was happening so fast now. Watching him advance to the door you got up from the ground and followed him. "Don't go, please, I beg you…" Your words were cut off by crying. You repeated the same words, trying not to let him cross the door.

Zhongli stood in the doorway, analysing everything he was doing. He did not turn around, nor did he make a move. He just said; "I'm sorry…goodbye."

He walked out of the house, never to return.

You tried to run, but ended up tripping over your foot and fell to the ground on your knees. "Please don't leave me-"

"Don't leave me, Zhongli…" You sobbed, lying there on the ground, slowly crumbling to pieces. You didn't care if people heard or saw what was happening.

You felt your head explode, this couldn't be true, maybe you shouldn't have complained about what he called you by a name that wasn't yours and never will be yours. You felt guilty for his departure.

"Why are you leaving me, come back" echoed in your mind, watching his figure wander through the streets of Liyue.

"What should I do without you, Zhongli?" you murmured, letting the tears continue to wet your face, making no attempt to wipe them away.

note. Never repeat what you read. Never beg someone.

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[gh0stedheartz]

❌Sebaciel shippers DNI ❌

•I am thoroughly bothered by it. I feel almost protective over Ciel, and with him being 13, it is beyond inappropriate for people to be shipping him with an adult. This is beside the fact that Sebastian is a demon and probably thousands of years older than Ciel, if Ciel was an adult then it would be okay.

But shipping Ciel with Sebastian is encouraging pedophillia. I don't care if the fanart 'looks cool' or whatever, Sebastian is an adult. Age does matter! All those who think the same will protect Ciel from these toxic ships and protect Sebastian's reputation. And don’t get me started on the “it’s just fictional!!” Yes, but you are exposing MINORS to this type of content and they will think that this shit is normal because it’s “fiction”. You are encouraging something disgusting and minors will think being in an relationship with a adult is fine and might risk getting groomed. The ciel becoming a demon thing ISNT EVEN CANNON!! Entire s2 and half s1 isn’t cannon. Oh and also Sebastian doesn’t feel love, or any emotion. It’s just a facade to fool others, and the s3x scenes (the nun one ain’t even cannon) was just him wanting to get information. And yes I do admit that they do have SOME weird scenes, BUT THAT IS JUST SEBASTIAN MANIPULATING CIEL!! Keep in mind ciel IS his food, he’s just making his dinner tastier. HE ALSO TOOK THE APPEARANCE OF CIEL HIS DECEASED FATHER TO MAKE HIM TRUST HIM EASIER!! Also ciel hates him because in order to summon him, they had to sacrifice ciel his twin brother. SEBASTIAN SO GOOD AT MANIPULATING HE MANIPULATED THE AUDIENCE LOLOLOL

[ghostflowerhotpotch]

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

This originally was going to be a reblog to another post, but it happened what it always happens: It got too long.

This is the post in question.

The response I wanted to talk about was that a lot of people were defending Peter's actions in the context that he has good intentions because he believes that this is the right thing to do. There was a mistake I didn't address in that initial post, so I will say the quiet part out loud for this post.

Despite being about Peter, I will talk a lot about Miguel, because Peter is doing what he is doing because he believes in Miguel, which is a problem.

(Disclaimer: I don't hate Miguel, I honestly think he is a great ambiguous character, and I am just going as hard as I do in this post because I'm very passionate about this subject not because I think Miguel should be hated. Fans may want to stay away just in case.)

Pls don't kill me.

This is false, and that's a problem.

Okay, so let's start with this: Miguel is wrong by his own standards. I had already talked about this in other small posts but let's dig deeper into it.

Did you catch the issue yet?

Here is the thing: How a canon event can happen if the person who caused it wasn't supposed to be there?

Miguel is blaming the hole on Miles, saying that it happened because it disrupted the canon event; yet what caused the canon event?

Spot. He did it.

However, Spot is not the arch-nemesis of Pavitr, Spot didn't even want to talk to Pavitr and was mostly ignoring anyone who wasn't Miles. And again, MIGUEL SAYS HOW SPOT SHOULDN'T have EXISTED TOO.

How come Captain Singh was supposed to die in that bridge, if this wasn't the canon event?

Because remember, Miguel says it needs to be a battle against an arch-nemesis too; meaning that if this needed to happen today, THE CANON EVENT WAS ALREADY DISRUPTED BECAUSE THE WRONG PERSON DID IT.

Now, I think the audience not catching this is pretty normal; I think it took me until like my fourth watch to notice that detail. In terms of writing, is supposed to be a small little hole when the next movie talks about what's going on.

(Because yes I am convinced this is the proof that Miguel is wrong about the canon and not just a mistake the writers didn't think of. Like the fact that in Into the Spider-verse Miles's spider glitches; and then in the next movie we realize it was from another dimension.)

However, is one thing the audience to not figured out this thing; another is that Miguel is doing what he is doing when this is the situation.

Let's mention other things Miguel got wrong, not because I want to dunk on Miguel, but because those mistakes had something in common that we need to address.

This is wrong, regardless of how you sliced it, this is wrong.

For starters, Miguel is blaming Miles for being bitten, which is...dumb. Like Miguel doesn't need the context that Miles didn't try to get bitten, it just happens; that's literally what happens to most Spiders, they just got bitten. Someone who objectively has learned about the story of multiple spiders in order to create an algorithm should have noticed that.

Second, this is stupid because now that we had established Miles was going to get stuck in this situation no matter what; let's go said this: The anomaly issues started before Miles was involved.

Miguel establishes how to travel between dimensions and anomalies in general fucks things up; and guess that: there was a spider from another dimension before Miles was involved. Actually, there are more!

Is hard to see, but as you can see, there are OTHER spiders! And considering 42 is the one that says decease yet not the rest, this means they are alive!

This fact I don't know if it will be canon, because it wasn't stated in the movies; but in the artbook is stated that Dr. Oct from 1610 stole John's designs to create the collider; Spot literally created Miles because the Spider was brought by his work.

Not only is Miguel blaming Miles for this mess, but if Miguel thought it was bad that a spider bit someone when they weren't from the same universe; well how good it is to have MULTIPLE being in the hands of one lunatic scientist that is the REAL reason this mess is happening?

Fact aside Miguel is hellbent on catching anomalies yet this slipped past his radar, let's remember that he should probably be aware of much of this.

Call me crazy but when you can get footage of all the spiders and what they are doing, and then you hear about the multiverse almost falling apart; wouldn't you try to look into EXACTLY what happened?

Speaking of exactly what happened-

Oh really? Because if you ask me.

None of these are the same.

Let me break it down.

Miguel's second universe: Things glitch briefly before they start crumbling and disappear entirely.

Pavtir's universe after the Spot: Hole starts sinking an entire building and it is led to believe more can be dragged.

Miles's universe in ITSV: Things glitch before making things from another universe take the place of the original thing.

None of these behave the same, which would be weird if these ones were all truly, made because the canon was disrupted. But what a coincidence that they start to make sense the second you put some context in two of these.

Pavitr's universe is being swallowed by a hole just after the guy who creates holes and wants to open some more became a multidimensional monster thanks to a big Collider who of course can magnify the Spot's effect.

And Miles universe has buildings and the like being replaced because they are trying to bring things from another universe.

So no, I don't believe Miguel's universe is falling apart because 'Canon.' I am sure there is more to it.

I am pretty sure I could find more things if I needed to, but I think this showcases my point. Miguel is wrong, on multiple levels; you can even see this in this post early on with how Miguel blames Gwen even when a perfectly available excuse was right there. Miguel is shown to be in the wrong constantly.

Here is the thing, I am not bringing all of this up because I want to trash Miguel (if I am honest considering how many of the things he does become retroactively worst when you think about it, this is pretty tame.) I am bringing this up because the information is wrong, and they are doing decisions on the basis of that.

Because Miguel doesn't know. None of them do.

They all believe in this.

I don't believe Miguel is a villain, I don't believe he is giving the wrong information because he wants to trick everyone into whatever he would want to do. There is no one in the organization that believes in this more than Miguel.

And that's the problem.

Seeing this movie the number of times I had and rewatching parts for certain things, one of the conclusions I got is that Miguel is hellbent that is his way or the highway on this one. Everybody else? I feel they are being strung along.

For example, Miguel believes Gwen and Miles shouldn't have been involved at all. Jess thought Gwen was okay but sees Miles as an issue. Peter thinks Miles is a fine, anomaly or not.

The cardinal Sin I didn't mention in my original post wasn't left out not because I knew that Miguel, Jess, and the others are just trying to avoid the multiverse from collapsing, and ergo deserve that defense. (Though to clarify, I do believe it is something to consider because is not the same as doing things for selfish reasons than for altruistic ones.)

It was left out because I firmly believe that making a mistake in good faith is wrong by default and doesn't need an explanation.

Also because for reasons I'm going to delve right now, I just can't be normal talking about this topic.

Look, without deviating too much and making this about myself, in real life, I am sick of "But they have good intentions!" Excuse. Is actually laughable how many things that are wrong with me started with good intentions.

But! That sob story only affects one person, right? And is different when it affects others!

My mom saw in me someone with potential, she saw someone smart, that may be able to achieve things, if I just push myself hard enough, I could get the best marks in the class. I just needed to apply myself.

This meant my mom ignored the difficulties I had, chalking them up as excuses, that I wasn't trying hard enough. She loved me so much that she didn't want to believe there was something wrong with me that could stifle my potential.

Without giving unnecessary details, what ended up happening is that I have mental scars that are not going away. Some of the things that happened left irreversible damage.

I think is not a surprise to hear that I am part of the LGTBQ+ Community, in more than just being trans. Do you guys want to know how many times in my life I had heard of "think of the children!" from parents that legitimately believe presenting content that isn't cishet is actually harmful?

I lost the count years ago.

"But that's bigotry! Is not the same if you are doing it for the actual good of the people!"

Sure, hey had you ever learned about the father of gynecology, J. Marion Sims? Without his contributions, we wouldn't have the knowledge we have today, he has been praised for years for his work especially since is an under-researched field.

Did I mention the guy had almost a messianic complex believing he had every right to do what he did, which was torture black women who were slaves?

"Oh but this is fiction!"

For those who don't know or don't remember, this is Tony Stark with Bruce Banner, talking about creating an AI that could help save humanity from the next catastrophe. Bruce was reticent, yet Tony wanted to do this as a response to the events in the first Avengers movie, because he wants to have something that can stop another float of aliens from invading the world.

This thing becomes Ultron, the supervillain of that movie and a villain that created a domino effect that catapulted multiple plot threads later on.

Now class, what do Tony Stark and Miguel O'Hara have in common?

They both have good intentions, and they are trying to save the world/multiverse, yet because they are still wrong, the consequences of it are still their fault.

Let's remember who are the ones paying over this.

Ah yes, basically everyone!

Miguel has noble intentions, he suffered a great tragedy that scarred him for life, and the burden of what he did has driven him to do whatever it takes to save the multiverse, so his mistakes can't happen again. He has been focusing on this entirely, refusing to focus on other things (including his mental health because he needs extensive therapy,) yet for some reason, call it hasty conclusions, call it hubris, I honestly don't know why; he ended up coming up with a flawed theory.

Because here is the thing, is fine for the audience to not catch the logical fallacy as a newcomer who is just new to all of this; yet imagine someone who created an entire theory that they are using as the baseline of rules in order to protect the entire multiverse, and yet somehow he doesn't catch a mistake that you can figure out if you say it slowly.

This is a problem because Miguel has the entire multiverse pending on a wrong theory, because if he focuses on keeping 'canon intact' instead of the real reason why stuff like this happens, it means resources, time and effort are poured into the wrong thing.

This is a problem because has a team that I believe is over a thousand people, including teens that honestly need more help than what this SpiderSociety is doing for them; being accomplices in reinforcing the suffering they had lived. Not to mention the moral dilemma everyone here is going to have.

Speaking of this, let's circle back to how this affects Peter too.

Because he is reinforcing this.

Yes, this is not his theory, yes, clearly how things are being run is not how he would do it. But he still lets this happen, EVERYONE is letting this happen.

This is the problem with Peter, Jess, and everyone else being strung along. Basically, everyone gave one look at Miguel, saw his theory, didn't think too hard about it, and went with it.

Let me remind you, Peter isn't stupid, he knows a few things, about the multiverse. Remember how in the first movie, he was the one who knew why he was glitching? Remember how he was planning to make a new goober himself, meaning he understands enough about it to know how to make it stop?

Here is my thing, "Good intentions" depend on how many people were harmed by those "good intentions." If I decide to bring a glass of water as a courtesy, and I drop the glass; I may have good intentions, but the glass is still going to be broken. However, this is just a glass, which makes it not that big of a deal.

Miguel, by deciding to take care of the multiverse and dictate how the interdimensional travel should be done and by who, is responsible for any mess his rushed conclusions had caused. And anyone who reinforces his ideology is an accomplice.

Now imagine I am a doctor, and I am convinced I found this miracle cure to cancer, and somehow I am able to bypass trials and legal bullshit and launch it into the market, and then is when we realize my cure's research was so poor it ends up making people actually get sicker.

In this scenario I rushed to get the cure to the public so people could be saved quicker, yet by doing so I ended up harming a bunch of people; which meant no good intentions should save me for a trial and judgment for the people who suffered.

Look, I am not a philosopher, and no one is asking me to give a class on Morals and Ethics. You are free to see the situation as you see fit.

The reason I decided to do this entire post, is because I as a person, can't and will not accept "Good Intentions" as an excuse.

I am not saying Miguel is as bad as Kingpin, of course. Again, I truly feel it for his character and his tragic nature; but Good intentions stop being an excuse and become an explanation the moment other people are affected. And at this point, that number is unmeasurable.

Miguel, Peter and Jess, and everyone else decided to preserve canon to save the universe, but if preserving a fake canon ends up making the lives of people worse if not contribute to letting people die; all that means is that the mistakes are marked in blood.

And the pain the people feel from those mistakes isn't erased by good intentions.

Again, sorry for coming way too strong in this one; this is just one of those topics that like the strike, I just can't contain how much it makes my blood boil.

[sylviestarlightwrites]

Going Hunting

Based on this post I came up with.. “Filipino folk monsters are actually insanely fucked up. How do the Winchester boys handle it?”

cw: language, I’m getting all my info from a Filipino friend and Wikipedia so this is like really bad, mentions of miscarriages and pregnancy, brief descriptions of gore and violence

a/n: this is NOT, I repeat, NOT and x reader fic. This is just the bits doing silly things and hunting bc I am unhappy after starting season 4

word count: (970)

When Sam and Dean were still a fresh duo, when hunting wasn’t quite second nature to Sam yet, when they were still relying on their dad’s stupid journal, Sam tried to convince Dean to stick to basics. Werewolves, vampires, scary things but familiar things. Things they knew. But you know Dean, he could resist a good challenge. If he wasn’t putting in too much work to figure out what it is then was it really a good hunt? I mean that’s what he hunted for. The thrill of it. The rush of not knowing if he would see the sun tomorrow. Sam was only hunting because, now that Jess was gone, he had nothing to turn back to. This was his life now. Again. The thing he tried so hard to escape.

Not that it mattered anyways. He was already sat in the shotgun of the impala while Dean drove. Dean refused to let Sam drive, it was a silent rule he had come to accept. He was going through newspapers, looking through obituaries, trying to find any suspicious patterns in deaths.

“Okay so get this,” Sam said, reaching for the dial in the radio to turn the volume down. Dean glared at him for doing such. “Three girls in a row all die from a bloody miscarriage. Maybe I’m just stupid but that doesn’t sound normal. I mean multiple women with the same cause of death? Can you even die from a miscarriage?”

“I dunno,” Dean concluded. “Could be some freak coincidence.” Sam shot his brother a glare.

“With everything we know, you call this a coincidence?” Sam asked, almost incredulously. “I mean come on, three in a row. In a row, Dean! There’s something going on, I wanna check it out whether you want to or not.” Dean rolled his eyes in reply to Sam’s statement.

“Fine,” Dean conceded. “But I’m making you do most of the work, it’s your hunt.”

And most of the work Sam did. After interviewing the families of the deceased, and concluding it was not a ghost, Sam had to think long and hard about what it could be. He went through every single book on monsters he could find and eventually settled on something good. Dean stepped back into their motel room, Sam scrolling through an article on his computer.

“So get this,” Sam started, not taking his eyes away from the screen, “I think I’ve got an idea of what we could be hunting.”

“Alright then spit it out,” Dean urged. He sat down across from his brother

“It’s called a manananggal,” Sam said, flipping his computer around so Dean could see.

“Mana-what?” Dean asked, visibly confused.

“A manananggal. While I have no clue if I’m saying that right,” he wasn’t, “it’s a Filipino vampire,” Sam explained, clicking through different photos for his brother. Dean looked disgusted by it. “It’s this creature, something called an aswang. Malevolent spirit usually. They each want a different thing, and they’ll leave you alone if you can’t give it to them. In the case manananggal’s feed on human fetuses. They rip their bodies in half and fly around the night feeding where they can.”

“So we’re looking for pregnant ladies or severed bodies?” Dean asked incredulously. “Wonderful. That sounds like a walk in the park.”

A hunt wouldn’t be hunt if there wasn’t a search for physical clues. Dean and Sam had gone on a wild goose chase to try and find the upper or lower half of the manananggal. And just when they were about to give up hope.

“Ugh, gross,” Dean exclaimed from the other side of the abandoned building. Sam came rushing over to him, flashing his flashlight on the set of legs lying on the ground. It seemed to be cut from the hips down, bits of spine and organs still dripping out. Both brothers looked visibly disgusted. “Whenever we go in your picks it’s crap like this that makes me never wanna agree to your hunts,” Dean spat out.

“Well just so you know, this means that that thing is loose and probably looking for its next meal, if it hasn’t already found one,” Sam said grimly. “We need to burn it with salt and garlic,” he added on quickly. “The sun should fry up the upper half.”

The boys got to work quickly, covering the legs with salt, garlic, and gasoline. Dean struck a match and set it to the severed body. They both left without another word, seeking out the top half to stop it, or at least slow it down. And when they found it they were thoroughly disgusted. The angry, hungry, disturbed manananggal torso was clawing at the ground to get to them, too weakened from the assault on its lower half to fly. The boys shot at it to no avail. But as the sun came up through the windows and shown upon the creature they were both relieved to watch it burn. Dean shot where it used to be for safe measure before they headed back to the motel. They had packed everything up quickly and got ready to drive again and find another hunt.

“I’m picking the next one,” Dean demanded, shutting the driver side door and settling behind the wheel.

“What? Why?” Sam questioned.

“This last hunt was awful,” Dean admitted. “Why is the Philippines and their monsters so fucked up?” Sam laughed softly at his brothers words.

“Look, I promise for these next hunts I’ll stick to American monsters only,” Sam said, settling down in his seat and cracking open a boom.

“Yeah you better,” Dean grumbled. “Bitch.”

“Jerk,” Sam muttered in reply.

The two brothers laughed for a second, Dean sticking in the keys and starting the car. They drove off to whatever crazy thing they were gonna kill next.

[finemealcreates]

Time to Go

Dark cloth brushed against the rumble that litters the ground, the hooded figure taking careful steps as he makes his way towards the group. 

All around there are several strangely dressed people, different amounts of injured and grimey. Tears are in their eyes as they all look at the man Danny is here for. 

“Tony, look at me,” a blond woman manages out, tears in her voice and eyes. Her hand cradles his face, as she manages a warbly smile. “We’re gonna be okay,” she assures, the man managing a slight smile as their eyes meet. “You can rest now.”

Evidently that was all the man needed. Permission to stop hanging on. So he doesn’t.

Danny pays no mind to the mourning souls that surround the man, crying and getting on their knees in respect of him. 

Instead, he focuses on the newly deceased soul that is standing above his own body, watching it all. 

He stands next to him, letting the man take a moment to process what just happened. 

“I … died,” the man says. 

“You did,” Danny replies, even though he’s certain the other man did not need his response.

“And you’re … who? The grim reaper?” the man asks, turning to look at Danny skeptically. 

Danny doesn’t fault him for that, after all he is dressed in a robed cloak and has a scythe in hand. 

Still, he laughs kindly in response. 

“No, no I do not hold that title personally,” Danny answers, amusement coloring his voice. 

“Then, why …” the man trails off, the question hanging in the air. 

“Your soul will cross to your after life with or without my interference,” Danny replies. “I am here because I know what it is like to die as a hero, and have no one there on the other side for you.”

The man doesn’t say anything, watching as the woman who spoke to him earlier begins to sob openly. Her ability to not be overcome by her grief is gone as she clings to the man’s corpse. The sounds that she makes is all too similar to Danny’s wail, and although she is not a ghost the effect is no less impactful. 

Everyone around her goes to her, holding her as she sobs, weeping, saying she wished he didn’t have to go. The heroes around the woman cry with her. 

Being surrounded by grief and death so often, Danny is not as moved by the scene as he would have been. This is normal. It’s part of the living’s grieving process. They’ll mourn, they’ll be in a state for as long as they need. 

Most will come out of it, keep going, determined to keep their legacy going. Some will never move on, will never recover. In the end it will not change anything. The person never comes back … well, they usually don't come back. Danny doubts that this man will be the exception.

Yet, this man is not used to being around such a scene, and he begins to cry as well, falling to his knees as he reaches a hand out to the woman. Danny can tell he wants to soothe her, stop her tears. Take the pain away. 

He can’t. He can’t take the pain away. And he won’t see her until her time is up too. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he cries as his hand goes through her shoulder, tears falling down his translucent face. “I had to do it. To protect what we had. I hope you know that. I hope Morgan knows that.”

Danny stands there, waiting for the man to mourn and grieve the life he had. To mourn the life he wouldn’t get to live. 

The man sits there for a while, crying with his partner. He only stops when the heroes help the woman to her feet, leading her away. They’ve already closed the corpse's eyes, but they wait for the woman to be a ways away before a couple of them pick him up. 

“We’ll make sure everyone knows the hero you were, Tony,” the man in red and blue says, a broken shield on his back. “And I’m sorry. I was wrong. You were the type to make the sacrifice play.”

The soul smiles softly at the man, tears in his eyes. 

“We were both wrong about each other, Rogers. Don’t beat yourself up about it.” 

Then they’re gone. They take the soul’s body with them, departing the scene.

Grief hangs heavy in the air, heavy on Danny’s tongue. He allows himself to feel a little sad for all this man has lost. It is always a tragedy when a life goes, even if it’s inevitable. If life and death will always be inevitable. 

Yet, he still extends a hand out to the man in front of him. 

“It’s time to go.” 

The man turns towards Danny, sadness in every part of himself. 

“What if I don’t go? What if I stay here?” the man questions, turning back to look out where his loved ones left. 

“Then you’d become a ghost,” Danny answers honestly, hand still outstretched. “You’d watch your loved ones grow, love, lose, eventually die.” 

“Well that doesn’t sound so bad,” the man states, body tensing slightly as he meets Danny’s eyes. Like he knows there’s a but coming. 

“If you become a ghost, you cannot follow them into the final resting place,” Danny informs him. “You’ll lose bits and pieces of yourself as you are stuck in the in-between. You’ll form an obsession. It will drive every decision you make. You may even end up becoming someone you no longer recognize.” 

The man lets out a deep breath, chest heaving slightly. 

“Are you a ghost?” 

Danny nods. “I am.” 

“So, what happened to you? What’s your obsession?” the man questions, eyes racking over Danny’s form. 

Danny resists the urge to lash out at the lack of tact. Asking a ghost such things is taboo, but the newer souls don’t know. They don’t understand. So he’ll forgive him, this time. 

“I died due to an electric failure. I came back … incomplete,” Danny answers honestly. “My obsession is to help others. Protect them, aid them on their journey, whatever those who are in need of me require me to do to aid them.” 

“And are you someone you no longer recognize?” the man asks, eyes darting over Danny’s shadowed face. 

“I am no longer the person I was. I am no one I thought I would be. But I am content. This is my after-life. I do not regret who I have become,” Danny replies. 

“That’s not really an answer to my question,” the man points out. 

“It’s the only answer I have for you,” Danny says.

Then, he pushes his hand out further, silently asking the other man to take it. 

“Will it hurt?” the man asks, hand hovering over Danny’s outstretched one. 

“I do not know. I have never been.” 

The man chuckles wetly at that, but grabs Danny’s hand. 

“Thank you,” the man whispers kindly to Danny. 

Everything goes white for a moment. Then the man is gone, and Danny is alone yet again.

[lunabug2004]

I am deceased after MLMU(TH) Ep.3

KongthapAtom has killed me. They are too cute. That's all for this episode review, thank you.

Okay but fr, this episode was tooo adorable, I enjoyed it so much I think it might be my favorite so far!

Atom is actually the cutiest patootiest to ever exist and that's a fact. Sorry, not sorry 🤷‍♀️

Also can we talk about Fourth's characters always being fatherless... it's kinda funny but also my poor babies!

Atom and Mudmee being besties & helping one another is my fav thing ever! Normally I don't care much for the straight side couples in shows but ya'll I am rooting for Mudmee so hard! Get your man!

Anyways, back to KongthapAtom: Kongthap is already so gone for Atom and I love to see it! Him realizing that 'cute' was the word he wanted to describe Atom as was... 🥹🥹🥹 so cute!!! And then just Atom being whipped... 😩. Like I said, I am deceased bcs of the adorableness of these two!

Two more things I want to mention: first is the Sodium-Radium-Potassium callback... my MSP/TinnGun heart screamed lemme tell youuuu! MSP is my favorite Thai BL and one of my comfort shows so all the callbacks are both breaking and healing my heart all at once! But this one especially... you can ask my sister I gasped so hard I coughed 😂

The second is Fourth's acting in the "we're just classmates" part. I will forever praise his acting, esp his facial work. He's just so good! You could see all the sadness and frustration while also just wanting to get the heck outta there. He broke my heart but he does it so well I can never be mad...

That's my mini-review of ep 3! I really hope that the haters have stopped watching at this point so my feed doesn't get filled with complaints like it did last episode. I am really, really enjoying this show and I am so impatient during the weeks waiting for these episodes it should probably be studied tbh. I hope y'all enjoy hearing my thoughts cuz I like making these episode posts! <3