#I am obsessed btw in case you couldn't tell

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Vessel redesign going hard

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I am obsessed with how you write for one piece characters (especially angst-fluff XD) I was wondering if I could request a Sanji x male!reader where they both barely got together yet sanji still fawns over nami and robin which causes reader to start feeling insecure, then later in private reader asks sanji if he’d love him more if he was a girl instead. Angst to fluff/comfort pls:))

Btw idk if you have any rules so sorry if this goes against them! Feel free to ignore/delete this!<3

Please and thank you :)

So love this idea! I'm splitting it into two however! So don't worry this will have a happy ending I promise!

Curiosity pt. 1

Sadness

Sanji x MaleReader

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P.s the sanji quote I used was actually in the Japanese sub so don't @ me

You sat there as silent as stone eating your meal as the chaos and laughter of the ship sounded around you. Nami angrily yelling, Zoro drinking, Luffy yelling for more food while eating, Usopp spinning another story and your boyfriend fawning over Nami's tits openly- In most cases you would have been embarrassed but at this point... the disappointment was expected.

You'd only been together for a few months, starting out as flirting with each other- Him approaching you since he had felt conflicted in his attractions and you guided him through the maze of identity and attractions. Finding him in your arms and in your heart-

Sanji later admitting you were the first guy he has ever liked and the first person he dated. You thought it was sweet- a romance unfolding that you two would one day tell the world... but that didn't seem like the case anymore.

"Nami~ Can I see your panties! Wait let me get a camera!" Sanji laughed loidly as you could see the love in his eyes as Nami looked red in the face and angry.

"You're vile" Zoro hissed at the laughing Sanji, his nose bleeding as Nami gave him another hard punch to his head knocking him to the floor.

Zoro had been getting more aggressive against Sanji- mainly due to the fact he find his acts disrespectful towards you.

Lowering your gaze at this you took another sip of the mixed rum drink your boyfriend had served. However the sweet cocktail tasting bitter on your tongue now- not bothering to announce you were dismissing yourself from the joyous dinner.

Zoro gave you a sympathetic nod, watching you silently stand as you gave him a tight lipped small smile in return and left.

Stepping out you take a heavy sigh- Trying to keep the tears from falling and Biting your lip to swallow the pain once more.

That ache in your heart had faded letting a numbness settle instead. Taking a seat on the main deck you stare up at the sky, watching the stars above you as the fading sounds of laughter echoed behind you.

Sitting out looking over the open ocean you thought- Thinking about the pain and embarrassment that Sanji had brought you. He had been the one to approach you, asking you out on a night like this. Thinking of how he held you close and whispered that you were his one and only. Yet you felt like those moments were now just empty words- Maybe they had always been that way even after such a short amount of time....

"(Y/N)! What are you doing out here?" You heard a all too familiar voice call out, seeing a cherry checked Sanji smile brightly at you. His smile did freeze slightly at seeing the rather stoic look on your faze, his brow raising.

"Is something wrong?" He questioned, stepping closer in worry.

"No" You say calmly, looking back out on the water. Knowing you would kill the mood of you brought up how you felt- however it seemed you couldn't have your way... He sat next to you nudging his shoulder against yours.

"Come on- I know my boyfriend well enough to see you're sad" He said sincerely. You didn't meet his gaze however, sighing in defeat instead.

"Would you have preferred it if I was a girl?"

Sanji's eyes widened at this, confusion and shock going over his features.

"What kind of question is that?- Of course I"

"You still fawn over Nami and the others.. stare at their chest and droll over their figure.." You say softly, touching the thin fabric that covered your lack of breast.

The blondes face falling as he realized what he had been doing to you-

"(Y/N) dont be ma-" He started but cut him off again.

"I'm not mad at you... I'm not going to scream at you or yell if that's what you're expecting.. I'm just telling you my reasonings" You explain and you could practically feel the dread rolling off him.

"Reasonings?"

You nod softly at this, not having the heart to elaborate further on that. You see the flash of panic.

"I don't want to ruin the night Sanji so I didn't want to have this conversation now"

"We are having it now- I don't want you to go.. I care for you" You heard the careful side stepping of his words, avoiding love or like with 'care' it made your chest ache all over again.

"Like how you care about my feelings?... It's okay to say you were just.. experimenting-" You say and he grabs your shoulders suddently so you were facing him, a flash of anger in his eyes as he stared at you, the sharp rum from his breath burning your nose.

"You aren't a experiment to me okay? It's not like that? I just- It's hard to explain okay?" He tried to reason as he released your shoulders and reached forward grabbing your hand to try to reassure you. But you pulled away calmly.

"Do you still like Nami?.." You finally ask and watch his face twisted up as he tried to answer.. but couldnt-

You close your eyes, almost greatful he didn't answer. Not knowing if his excuse would hurt you more then his actions, standing up from your seat you smooth out the invisible Imperfections in your trousers.

"It's okay Sanji... I can understand if I was a curiosity for you. Thank you for the meal, I'm going to bed. Goodnight" You say calmly and head below to get some sleep- you still heard the laughter from the kitchens as you faded into the belly of the ship to hopefully hide your tears.

Sanji sat there, dazed over what just happened. Pulling out a cigarette from his pockets however he just silently started at the stick of tobacco, a heavy weight settling on his shoulders as guilt tore through his chest. Closing his eyes tightly like he was force away the shame he felt.

"Shit.."

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I watched Ridley Scott's NAPOLEON yesterday and it was a complete Waterloo.

Yes, I am a big history nerd with a giant heart for movie adaptation of historical topics. But when I watched NAPOLEON I sat there... and tried not to laugh. It was not only so historical inaccurate, that I wanted to cry, at the same time it was filled with cringe dialogues, red flags and terrible color grading. This whole movie made me so sad yet so angry, that I HAVE to write this review:

(Disclaimer: This review is based on my own opinion. If you enjoyed the movie, it's completely fine. Btw. in that case or if you agree with me, feel free to tell me your opinion. I would love to know!)

First of all: Don't get me wrong, the medium film has its own rules and you can't put as much historical accuracy into a big scale movie as you would into a documentary - sometimes the story needs to be altered to be a good movie. And that is fine. Even if Gladiator is a complete fictional story set in the Roman Empire, I can still enjoy this movie for what it is: A good-written story with great characters, a beautiful score and iconic scenes. With Kingdom of Heaven it's kind of the same - and while the movie cut was very inconsistent, I still kind of liked it. But then the Directors Cut made it a a masterpiece for me.

Funny enough, both of these movies are made by the same person: Ridley Scott. So naturally I thought: Well, Napoleon won't be a historical accurate film, but I surely will enjoy it anyways. Well, ...no. It is not only historical incorrect, it's also a bad movie overall.

To start it short: NAPOLEON clearly lost itself in all the various topics it wanted to tell within a runtime of two and a half hours. It made the whole storytelling very weird and inconsistent, causing the problem, that the audience even loses itself in the questions of when and where. Where is that scene located? When did that happen? And then comes the question: Why is this even happening?

Ridley Scott wants to depict Napoleon as a lover, a military genius, a big political figure, a revolutionary and more. But in the end he tells all of this in the most shallow way possible, which waters down Napoleons personality traits and achievements to a series of small scenes. You never get a glimpse of the "true" Napoleon, who was described as a highly intelligent and charismatic man. In fact, you never really feel ANYTHING about him except that he was a cringe red flag in front of his wife. He just stands there, stares and has very limited dialogue scenes to get a picture of that man. What are his overall motivations? Only Josephine? If so, why is this motivation only vaguely explored?

The whole love story between him and Josephine feels so unnatural and got to the brink of being disgusting. This is particularly sad because I deeply respect Vanessa Kirby and Joaquin Phoenix, they're both stunning actors. I don't know if they just couldn't fit the role or if it was rather a problem of the script (the last one is my guess). Yet whenever I saw Josephine and Napoleon on screen, I felt like acted very stiff and forced. Napoleon seemed more obsessed with her than actual love and that can be a character trait, but there wasn't a chance to explore that deeper. Before the movie entered the cinema, the lovestory between these two was marketed as intense, obsessive, deeper than you could imagine. What the audience got was a few scenes without real conversation, much staring and a bunch of cringeworthy s-scenes. And seriously, these "sexy" scene were the worst. I was so disgusted by them because they were SO DAMN WEIRD. There are no scenes that undermine ANY deep love between Josephine and Napoleon. It felt therefore so off, when they still longed for each other after their divorce.

And let's not start to ramble about the fact that they depicted Josephine ONLY in a somehow sexual way. Yeah, there is that scene where she says to Napoleon, that he is nothing without her. BUT SHOW, DON´T TELL! You never see her doing something instead of sitting there, talking with others or when the plot needs her to have sexy time with someone (not only Napoleon). As a woman myself this makes me so freaking furious, you have no idea. I don't need a marvel-coded super-strong woman with unlimited talents - I just need a female character that is written GOOD and plausible! Make me CARE for her plot and for the plot of Napoleon! Both of them don't even feel like normal human beings because they're like blank pieces of paper with their names written on it!

And don´t make me start to talk about the historical inaccuracies. At first I didn't want to draw that card. Actually, I don't need a historical movie to present 100% facts. If the movie is still enjoyable, it's okey. But even if many people say that the war scenes were awesome, I can only partly agree. Yeah, we have that cool ice-lake Austerlitz battle, but it took me a couple of minutes and a better look on the uniforms to know that Napoleon is now at war with Austria! You get nearly ZERO context to Napoleons battles. Yeah, nice, the scenes look cool - but there is nothing more to it? Is that all you need to show for the audience to care? For me at least, I just didn't care at all and I was very happy when I got out of the cinema. Overall this movie is full of messy non-sense choices that don't contribute to the story. Many moments just confused me and it left me with the question why Scott couldn't simply hire some historians to put together a consistent story. Everyone who read about Napoleons life knows that there are so much cinema worthy moments in his career that would've been so much better than what we now got.

I could ramble about that movie for hours if I´m honest, but I hope this little TED talk was enough to make my statement clear.

In the end, it just makes me sad. I wanted to like this movie, I wanted it to be good. For months I hyped myself up to this, read books about Napoleon, watched the trailer all over and over and talked with friends about how great this movie will be. Now I am just disappointed and frustrated. Oppenheimer was such a great biopic of a historical person that became a great success at the box office - even without great battle scenes. I hoped that Napoleon would push a cinema revolution, that shows people want big scaled films about historical personalities and history topics. But now I just want to forget this Napoleon movie to be honest.

[chrissv4mp]

tornado warnings 🌪⚠️

warnings: vulgar language, maybe gets a little sexual but not real smut, getting back with an ex (don't do this seriously its the WORST decision you'll ever make)

author's note: GUYS i am so obsessed with sabrina carpenter so i js HADDDDD to make a matt oneshot based on one of her songs!!

edit: yall are getting this early bc i couldn't wait to post it & i also just hate having stuff in my drafts!!

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"matt," you laughed, stumbling over your own feet as you tried to make your way to him.

"c'mon, just a few more steps. don't fall now, darling." he joked, and you swear you felt nauseous at the thought of it.

your eyes glanced to the ground, and you forgot how high up you were. was the alcohol just making it seem higher?

you took the last few steps with caution, and right at the last one, you stepped on your shoelace, causing you to stumble forward.

"shit," matt gasped, grabbing your forearm tight but gentle enough that it wouldn't hurt. he pulled you back, the both of you falling on your asses on the roof.

matt laughed at your shocked expression, acting as if you hadn't almost broken bones. he was always like this, never feeling anything. and even if he did, he would just find it funny.

"what the fuck?" you gasped, and before you could even yell at him, you started to laugh. his laughter was contagious, everyone would agree.

his hold on you didn't last long, quickly pushing you out of his arms and getting to his feet.

your smile faded as you watches him crawl back into the house through the window, leaving you by yourself.

what kind of boyfriend does that?

you shook your head, fending off the bad thoughts and quickly thinking of how many other guys were worse. matt wasn't even a bad boyfriend.

he just... was a little scared of relationships. it was the commitment, he always said.

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sighing, you stared up at the ceiling of the office, the only sound in the room being a pen writing on paper and your quiet breaths.

"so, back to what we talked about last session, your boyfriend?--"

"ex." you corrected, looking back in your therapists direction.

"oh, i'm sorry ms. y/l/n. uhm, you said you felt unwanted, but that you still believed he had a good heart, is that correct?" the man asked, looking down at the paper in his clipboard.

"yeah, yes, that's right." you breathed, fidgeting with your hands as you looked around the room.

"you also said that you planned to breakup with him, cut off all communication. have you spoken to him since said breakup?" he tilted his head, looking up from his clipboard.

shit.

"no, no i haven't. never saw him. never kissed him." you said, your voice growing quiet as you said the last words.

if he didn't see it, it doesn't exist. he doesn't have to know.

the man sighed, taking his glasses off before placing them on a table to the side, "ms. y/l/n, this is a safe space, you know that. we've been doing these sessions for a little over 7 months now, and i'm sure that you know everything you tell me in here is private and is never spoken of outside this office."

"i know, i do feel that this is a safe space. and i swear to you i'm telling the truth. im over that son of a bitch. he's the worst." your lips curved into a reassuring smile, and unsurprisingly it hadn't helped your case.

"okay," he sighed.

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you glanced at the clock on the wall, sitting at the island in your kitchen as you finished up some work on your computer.

your phone was left untouched next to your mouse pad and you silently prayed that it remained silent.

the screen lit up, and an array of messages suddenly blew up your phone.

great, just what you wanted!

you didn't take your eyes off the computer screen, but as soon as you saw matts contact name in the corner of your eye, you couldn't help but grab the phone.

matt🫀: 'can i come over???'

matt🫀: 'nvm im already On my way!'

matt🫀: 'bringing snacks btw, we should watch a movie if ur down'

matt🫀: 'was gonna ask what u wanted but u take centuries to reply soooo coke and kit-kats it is :)

"what?" you whispered, chuckling quietly at his texts.

no, you can't laugh. none of this was funny, and he knows that he's crossing your boundaries right now. why does he always do this?

you: you js keep gaining red flags every day, we're not playing capture the flag, ykw that right?🚩

matt🫀: we're always playing capture the flag, the only flags i collect r green tho!💋

he couldn't be serious. was he even real?

you: sassy man apocalypse has started yet again😱

matt🫀: you take the man out of the sassy apocalypse, not the sassy out the man🤷‍♀️

you: your the worst

matt🫀: you're*

your thumb hit the power button, and not even a minute later, the doorbell rung.

having forgotten about your laptop, you quickly jumped to your feet and ran to the door. a smile was plastered on your lips, and you couldn't seem to get rid of it.

why must you always fall for his tricks. he's such a dick.

"hey, darling," he smiled, his backpack hanging off one shoulder and a plastic grocery bag hanging off the other.

his pet name caught you off guard, and you swore your knees almost gave out. no man has ever made you as weak as matt has.

who does he think he is?

"hi, matt." you smiled, and he didn't hesitate when he leaned down to kiss you.

your hand went to his chest, pushing him back and moving your head to the side even if your hand kept him back.

he scoffed in fake offense, pulling away, "you're no fun, y'know?"

"i'm fully aware." you laughed before moving to the side to let him in.

he went straight to your room, having known your house so well since he had been living with you for a while before.

all doubtful thoughts were thrown out the window as you made your way to the bedroom. you caught matts eye as you made you walked in.

"c'mere," he smiled, gesturing you over with a wave of his hand, "what movie should we watch?"

you couldn't help but smile, almost forgetting all the prominent red flags that he had. he was the worst.

or maybe he wasn't as bad as you thought. maybe it was just you.

he was good for you. he kept you on your feet, kept you grounded.

"baby." he said, his voice breaking you out of your thoughts, "come here,"

matt smiled as he patted the empty spot next to him, and you wasted no time in getting on the bed and situating yourself beside him.

his hand grazes your thigh as he reaches over you for the remote, turning the TV on before scrolling through endless amounts of movies.

"superhero movie?" he asked quietly, looking over at you as you shook your head.

"wow, surprising." he joked, clicking through some more movies that didn't catch either of your eyes.

matt ditched the remote on what used to be his nightstand before he rolled over to face you.

his eyes were still that deep blue that you loved, and the smirk on his face didn't help as you tried to look away.

"i missed you," matt muttered, his voice soft as his fingers danced along the skin of your arm.

your breath hitched as his hand found the hem of your shirt and went under it, that stupid smirk on his face making it impossible for you to deny him.

"matt, we can't--"

"shh," his lips were dangerously close to yours now, and you didn't even want to question how he got so close to you in just a few seconds.

"there's not a rule that we can't, and we both know you need this. just let me relieve your stress, yeah?"

what the fuck is matthew sturniolos secret.

his hand traveled further up your shirt until it landed on your breast, and you couldn't help the gasp that escapes your lips as he squeezed it.

with his free hand, he propped himself on top of you, knees on either side of your body as he leaned down to your lips.

you couldn't resist him, not now that he was corrupting all your senses. all you knew was him now.

"no, matt." you muttered against his lips, your hand gentle against his chest as you tried but failed to push him away.

you couldn't do this anymore. it was killing you. he didn't want anything more than just a fuck-buddy and you both knew that.

so why was it so hard to push him away?

"matt," you gasped as you felt his lips on your neck, his smell intoxicating as your eyes fluttered shut.

no, you wouldn't do this anymore.

"matt, get off." your gentleness was gone now as you pushed him with real strength, he didn't give a single fuck about you, really.

the boy didn't hesitate to stop, quickly climbing off you before plopping right back next to you on the bed.

"shit, i'm sorry, baby." he muttered, real worry in his voice.

you shook your head, sitting up as you covered you face with your hands.

"please, just leave. we can't do this anymore. seriously." you sighed, tears pricking in your eyes.

"but--" matt tried, but you cut him off just as he was about to start begging.

"get out, matt." your hands went back to your sides, but you didn't dare look at him.

he would only reel you back in.

the boy sighed, frowning as he collected his stuff slowly.

he stopped when he reached the doorway of your bedroom, turning back to look at you, and this time you looked back.

"i do love you, y/n." he said quietly before leaving, shutting the door gently.

your lips parted as you took in the words that had just left his mouth.

no, it was a lie. it always was.

it wasn't true, right?

this was just another red flag to add to the list. all the lies he'd say.

fuck, he drives you crazy.

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Because 2 of my biggest hyperfixations are Interview with the Vampire and The Amazing Devil, here we go....

"Little Miss Why So" is, to me, based on my interpretation of the song, very much applies to Loustat in S1. To me, Madeleine is singing from the perspective of someone who is very depressed and who has a partner who is trying to cure her by, basically, loving her out of it. This is, to me, confirmed by the few lines that Joey sings, as though if he does enough good things for her, if he just shows her how much he loves her, she'll snap out of it. (And it doesn't work and they split up.)

I've been thinking about it a lot but especially in relation to the animation in S2E7 that depicts Lestat constantly doing things to make Louis happy/cure him of depression, while it doesn't work and Rue Royale gets more and more dilapidated until they can't even see each other over the mountain of newspapers, books, and other things. (I am completely sympathetic to Louis, btw, but I also know how scary and helpless it is to love someone and want to help them but you can't.)

Throughout LMWS, Madeleine lists all the things Joey's character has said or done and she sounds so exhausted, and there's this repeated "he said", and then she starts going into a mantra of sorts: "It's so boring, it's so boring, it's so boring....." And she caps it off with "et cetera" like she's just too bored to keep going but she could if she wanted to.

There's a few parts I want to call out specifically:

"I don't know how to reach you when you get like this. I've been waiting for you to come home."

This is Lestat's frustration, basically. He keeps trying to reach Louis and nothing is working. Even when Louis is home, physically, he's not present (I've seen great meta about Louis having a disassociative disorder). Special mention here to the line, "It's daylight again and you look like I've failed you." Lestat is a provider; it's something that he takes pride in and enjoys, whether it's his human family eating food that he hunted, or how he sent money and gifts to his human family after becoming a vampire, or the things he buys for Louis and Claudia.

"If I'm good, will you come back?"/"Stop asking why I'm sad, just know it's enough to know I'm sad." Madeleine and Joey are literally singing over each other here, singing at the same time. Their characters are speaking past each other. They're not listening to each other. Joey's character just wants to know how to fix her, what he has to do to get her to come back for him. Madeleine's character is just exhausted from having to provide reasons why she feels the way she does. Worse, her character continues (as though quoting Joey's), "Yeah, but why?" He's still asking her. He's not leaving her alone about it because he's obsessed with figuring out the problem so he can solve it. And it's driving her away.

"Why don't you just tell them all to fuck off, love, and be mine?" ("Them" probably being "those wankers that you serve all night".) For Lestat, "them"/"those wankers" is probably all of Louis's human connections.

As others have pointed out, "The Rockrose and the Thistle", another of TAD's songs, is a good example of how to love someone through depression instead of trying to love them out of it (too bad Lestat couldn't have heard it back then).

And while I could probably relate several other songs from The Amazing Devil to Interview with the Vampire, I'll just leave ya'll with this line from "Battle Cries": "This isn't a breakup, dear heart, it's a season finale!"

(Also, if you've listened to Little Miss Why So and you think that Joey sounds like Jaskier from Netflix's The Witcher, that's because it is! The Amazing Devil has 3 albums out, in case you want to hear more of his and Madeleine's phenomenal voices. Now, off you go, to be spellbound by these beautiful lovely Fae creatures!)

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Tell me about how charles loves

OH I FORGOT THET WAS IN THE TEXT WASNT IT. FUCK okay so. Okay. These r so scrambled and like I don't even know what I'm doing ever so it's going under the cut. Good lord I'm so sorry to everyone forever. Thank you for the ask Len genuinely I LOVE TALKING SBOUT THE OCS

Actually genuinely pacing back and forth writing this. Ok. So what I have in mind is more like specific circumstances than anything methinks?? I'm just gonna go with what's on my mind ok I told you this is dog shit take it all with a grain if salt bc it's RAMBLES. And ofc "love" in like the most applicable sense so in this case platonic if it's not obvious

SO! It takes a LOT of work for Charles to say he loves something or someone (projecting.) it's a very big word for him, moreso than it is for Beatrice, so he uses it carefully. he would say (honestly) that he loves/loved his parents, and he would admit only to Beatrice that he loves her. And after a certain point, he would declare his love for science. what I've been thinking about mostly though is that. Charles has never and could never love Aster. Ever. He might THINK he could, he might think he DOES at some points even (early in their friendship before shit REALLY hit the fan, or anytime after he starts believing Aster is divine) but he DOESN'T and CANNOT. BECAUSE!! He's too obsessed with the IDEA of her. The very CONCEPT that someone like her can even EXIST boggles his brain and gets him giddy with wonder. He's too blinded by that obsession and fascination that he could never truly see Aster as the person she is, therefore could never love her for the person she is. That's why he was able to operate on Aster with no anesthesia but couldn't do the same for Beatrice; he could (somewhat subconsciously) disconnect Aster's screams and cries and just hear them as byproducts of the procedure. But he couldn't do that with Beatrice, because he actually bothers to not only know, but LOVE her as a person, and hates seeing her unhappy (which is a problem because Beatrice constantly lies about her happiness).

He and Beatrice love each other in,, ways????? Beatrice throws around "I love yous" not without care, but rather often. Charles only says it when he thinks Beatrice needs it (and of course Beatrice is awful at expressing her needs, so. Y'know.) Charles more often expresses it via actions; getting a bucket of warm water for Beatrice without her asking for her to rest her feet in (arthritis babey!), or the ONE TIME he played piano in front of her, both of them knowing Beatrice is listening (then theres that second time that happens a month before the ovening but SHHH SHHSHSHHSHS), or getting her tea whenever he makes himself a cup. Stuff like that. Which is a valid way to love someone! But it's hard for Beatrice because she has the brand of self hate (everyone in escapism has their own Special Kind of self hate btw just to be clear) that needs A LOT of reassurance, and again, she would almost never outright ask for that reassurance herself. The most she'd do is say "I love you" and silently wait for him to say it back. And when he's p sure it's clear that's what Beatrice wants, OF COURSE he'll say it back! He loves Beatrice like crazy!!! They love each other so much it's awful!!! Doomed!! They're so fucking doomed Jesus Christ!! These two motherfuckers would go to the ends of the earth for each other but Beatrice doesn't want to communicate and Charles gets so swept up in his passions he doesnt realize when Beatrice's mental state crumples unless she tells him herself!! Good god I'm projecting a lot!! I think that's all I have to say for now I am so sorry holy fuck I don't know if any of that makes sense!! Was any of that relevant to like??? What I was referring to when I mentioned it?? I DO NOT KNOW. EVERYTHING A BLUR. Thank you good night!!!

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1st to 4th November || 102 - 105 of 150dop

🎧: my academic motivation playlist that also doubles as my workout soundtrack

💻: rewatching all the Smosh Games videos where Arasha is lying through her teeth but especially this one

💌 hi besties it's been a while as is usually the case with me whoops but I am back! on 1st and 2nd I was kind of busy with interview related stuff for the internship (i saw all of your kind messages and tags on this post where I was freaking out about it, thank you sm!). i thought it went okay, but he said his lab is too advanced for my current level so im not very hopeful :/ let's see :/ BUT other than that I've been really productive the past few days!

🧠 Neuroscience Lecture Notes

Week 4 [5/5] Week 5 [6/6]

🩺 Radiomics Project

code the Naive Bayes template model on R code the GBM template model on R (both done on the caret package btw it is literally so easy it's insane)

🧬Proteogenomics Lecture Notes

Week 1 [2/7] hopefully i do two more before bed

📝 GRE Practice (due before bed today, I haven't done this in days)

Verbal 45min Quant 45min

👟 worked out for 20min today!

📰 in other news

🐈 my friend sent me photos of the cats in her apartment! one of them has heterochromia (I've added the picture above!!) look at it!! what a cutie

✨@rzoom-csv gave the cutest presentation during our biostats class and he added a Star Wars themed video to it! it was the cutest shit fr

🏏we are killing it in the the ODIs rn! top of the table babey! there's a match tomorrow, I'm excited

👁 massively missing the magnus archives right now, I haven't listened to it in a while because I get too obsessed and then I can't get any work done. I hope I'm able to get to it soon :((

--- also if you couldn't tell already, I'm obsessed with @zzzzzestforlife's post formats (I'm sure a lot of us are at this point) and I've been inspired to add more colours and links and emojis to my posts xD

[carbon--14]

i have been stalking looking at your blog and not to be weird but i love you (in a mutuals way not a stalker way) also please tell me more abt your rocket scientist life i’m very intrigued if you’re interested in sharing.

hi nonnie why don't you come off anon and say hello properly ;))) jk. are we mutuals? or do i owe u a follow O___O

seriously though it's not even 1 pm and today has legitimately been one of the worst days of my life (family stuff, don't ask) so this was super needed and appreciated. thx for the little giggle lolz

anyway yeah aerospace/astronautical engineering is kind of a weird place to be :P it's kinda niche and the workload is insane, so people burn out quick and the ones who stick around actually enjoy it a little too much tbch. the vibes are a little weird because half of my classmates are like me and there because it's a long time special interest they're willing to commit several years to and the others are obsessed with military tech and really want to be a part of that development. and they're pleasant people to be around, like they're polite and stuff, but i have actually had a conversation with a classmate who told me (and i'm quoting here) "well, i'm not the one pulling the trigger, so i'm not responsible for anything." and his ideal career paths were working on stealth bombers or hypersonics :///// yikes. there's a reason we're not taught ethics especially since military contractors are the primary ones snapping us up for jobs right out of school. ironically though the actual rotc kids are the nicest of that bunch and tend to be super collaborative and friendly? but i'm not joking in one of my first year classes we took a poll of the group's favorite movies and i shit you not over 50% of the class said one of the two top gun movies and another 15% said interstellar X__X (mine is scott pilgrim btw cuz i have taste)

luckily the yippee creatures of the class are very aware of how fucked up the industry is and willing to talk about it so there's still hope. my personal strat is to make myself a very competitive candidate for a very niche subset of the industry without very many "defense" applications lol. :D especially since a lot of those "defense" jobs are in the middle of nowhere in like, texas and alabama and florida. so not exactly the greatest places for me to be. i'm super interested in ion thruster design and development and there's a couple of startups on the west coast that are working on that so i'm crossing my fingers. tbch i am so fed up with the actual industry that i'm genuinely considering going all-in on my online "content creator™" presence just to have some shot at avoiding it. i have been having an actual existential crisis for about 3 weeks wondering if i actually made the right choices in life

but yeah the actual workload will crush your will to live unless you actually enjoy it. my classes this semester consist of incompressible fluid dynamics, dynamics control systems, structural mechanics, numerical methods, and astronomical computer simulation development >_< i'm gonna dieeeee!! and probably need an insane glasses prescription by the end of the year with the amount of coding work i have to do. plus i'm trying to score a research position and finishing up a senior-level independent study lol AND this semester i'll be driving back and forth between school and home (which is three hours each way eugh) to go to concerts and shit with my dad, but hey free tix are free tix. so in case you were wondering why i barely draw anymore, this is my life now X__X alsoalso my faculty advisor for the independent study is nonbinary and giving me job advice! they're super cool i love them foreverrrr

as for my actual hands on experience i'll admit it's limited :PP mostly because it's super hard to score industry experience before the summer before junior year and i was in recovery the whole summer so i literally couldn't hold myself upright for more than a few minutes. but i've done a bunch of projects for classes + uni-funded ones too!! my biggest claim to fame (lol) is working on a three-stage rocket designed to fly to the karman line (which is the Super Official Divide Between The Atmosphere And Space™ lol). everything except our motor was built in-house and i worked on structural design and analysis, so my job consisted of

a) working on and approving cad models of each component before we sent them to the fabrication team,

b) stress-testing all parts the fab team sent us to ensure they were flight ready (there is a picture of me somewhere sitting on a chair precariously balanced on top of three sandbags on top of a giant tube filled with more sand and our nosecone, because sand under enough pressure puts a similar kind of stress on a nosecone as it experiences in flight),

c) fixing any uneven surfaces or manufacturing errors on our parts, and

d) doing so. much. documentation. i have to be totally honest, like 75% of aero/astro e is writing the most boring papers you will ever read in your life :[

and i also built a 3d cad model of the opportunity mars rover from scratch with only official promo pics and rover "selfies" and that thing crashed the lab computers twice and took a week's worth of 8 hour days in the lab + 3 all-nighters. fml but she was so worth it thooooo

sorrysorrysorry nonnie that was probably 10x more info than you were expecting but tl;dr i'm the world's biggest weirdo who actually loves physics and rocketry so i enjoy everything i'm doing in class but the actual job search is hell on earth and i dread the day i graduate :/ for now it's still mostly fun

[sixty-silver-wishes]

other silly things that happened in russian class because of my shostakovich hyperfixation. I'm aware this is all going to somehow make me look even more uncharismatic than I already am but like. we're all friends here:

gave a presentation on shostakovich's 5th symphony. I do Not like giving presentations, but I was confident enough about knowing the material that I was able to get through it. still, I was a nervous wreck because I was worried I'd start rambling to people who weren't as interested as I was in shostakovich. I was relieved when it was over, but then my professor wanted to me to tell everyone about the story behind the 7th symphony (which is super fucking cool if you don't know it btw look it up). so then I just. went back up in front of the class and gave another whole presentation off the top of my head

memorized a evtushenko poem for a poetry recital contest. my professor was impressed that not only did I know the poem; I was able to learn the whole thing. the poem was set to music in the 4th movement of shostakovich's 13th symphony. which made it way easier for me

I was reading shostakovich's letters and didn't know how to translate a word. I didn't want to disrupt the class, so I figured I'd ask her via email. the next day in class, she told everyone that I'd asked the question and why, and proceeded to translate the word and explain its cultural context. which was very nice of her but like. I wanted these kids to like me

my professor went a semester and a half thinking I was second generation ukrainian because of my russian-speaking accent. I'm not sure if I sound ukrainian or not. but I studied so much for my weird music obsession that she thought I spoke russian at home??

tangentially related thing that happened. I was an english major and had studied italian in the past, so I was familiar with linguistics/grammar stuff. russian has a ton of grammar rules (some of which don't exist in english, but at least italian also has reflexive verbs), and the Only Reason why I was decent at it was because I already had a background with language stuff. I did Not want to be seen as a know it all, so I tried to keep a low profile. unfortunately I wasn't very good at this and people kept asking me to explain grammar stuff. I tried to explain the best way I could, which often meant using linguistics terms because I couldn't find a way around them, but they didn't always understand these, so I just ended up looking more like a nerd

dmitri shostakovich was a young man in the 1920s and 30s. his letters from this era to his friends were filled with innuendos and curse words. this resulted in me learning many words I would have never learned in russian class

I was notorious for showing up to class early all the time. this is because I'd read about shostakovich being Very particular about people being on time, and I didn't know if this was a russian cultural thing or if it was just him (tbf he did some unusual stuff too sometimes, like using the formal address for his students). I know it's not good to make assumptions on an entire culture based on one very neurotic man from the 20th century but in this case it worked

I DIDN'T KNOW SHIT about anything related to russian culture outside of whatever was in my shostakovich/music history bubble. so this whole time my professor would be treating me like some sort of genius and I really wasn't. I was just very very specialized in this one area. I was aware of what was going on in the news (ie. putin shit), but I don't know a ton about pretty much anything with russia outside of music stuff and whatever happened to be related to it. so I was nervous she'd expect me to know about idk. politics or geography or something like that

I DID take soviet history class in college. also to further my shostakovich hyperfixation. that did help contextualize what I was interested in. it did not help me win social points in russian class

not related to russian class. but once I was dating a guy in college and I made him wait because I was reading a book on shostakovich in the library. my shostakovich obsession lasted longer than our relationship

so one thing that is very funny about taking a class for your very specific hyperfixation is that your teachers will think you're some sort of genius, but they don't know that your knowledge only extends to topics surrounding your hyperfixation. so I took russian in college because I was super interested in the composer dmitri shostakovich, and I wanted to be able to read his untranslated letters. I took this VERY seriously. because I was reading a lot about composers and stuff, I was familiar with some other aspects of russian culture, like literature and art, because it showed up sometimes while I was researching composers. I read some russian literature; I wasn't as into it as I was into music, but a lot of famous works showed up enough that I knew what they were and who wrote them.

so once I was in class and my professor asked if any of us were familiar with "dr. zhivago." I have never read "dr. zhivago." I don't know what "dr. zhivago" is about. However. I knew it was written by boris pasternak. so I kinda blurted, "oh yeah; boris pasternak"

my professor was SO impressed. she was gushing about how I was her first student to know who boris pasternak was, and that she'd go home and tell her husband that she had a student who knew about boris pasternak.

I don't think she ever found out I had never read "dr. zhivago." or anything by pasternak

[miseries-mistress]

BY THE WAY I LOVE U

but however, i would still really like to request a fic (at least a small sketch/drabble) on mark renton, maybe something with obsession.

I will look forward to it, i so want to see mark in yer performance, honey!

THE EYES OF ANOTHER | MARK RENTON

Synopsis: The led lights ghosted over Mark's skin, the music a constant thrum under his fingertips. He was out drinking again with his friends, the remains of heroin being the perfect high to get through the night without a woman at his side- or so he thought. 

Warnings: female reader, mentions of sex, alcohol, heroin, making out, pretty mild tbh. W/C: 1592

Notes: I have been sick for the past two and a half weeks, so i am so incredibly sorry for the lack of updates. i will try to post more frequently and get some of my requests done. this has been sitting in my drafts for months, and i have finally found the energy to edit it. i will try to write something else with possession for mark and tag you in it, but right now, this is the best i can do (btw i love you too &lt;33)

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Mark Renton had come to know a few things in his life. He had what most men could ever want, heroin, pure as the devil's snow, and a couple of friends to share it with. For a while, Mark was content with the few necessities of life he had acquired. After all, what problem was there that heroin couldn't solve?

It turned out that a bar was where he found the answer to that.

He was sitting between Spud and Tommy; the remnants of the heroin in his veins let him coast between the paradise of no worries with a flimsy grasp on reality, just enough to make him remember the euphoric feeling when it left his system entirely. 

Begbie was waving his hands sporadically, his voice carrying above the bass of the music pumping. He had a girl, drunk enough to be a blackout, hanging off his arms while his hands roughly grouped at her flesh. He didn't know where the fuck Sick Boy or Spud's first girlfriend in six months was, and from the looks of it, they didn't know either. Then there was Tommy's girlfriend, who snuggled under his muscular arms while he moved wisps of her hair out of her face. 

Disgusting, Mark thought to himself, turning away from the affectionate couple. He was surrounded by people clouded with lust or, in Tommy's case, love that Mark realized what heroin in all its glory could never do for him; sex. 

It was a weird writhing feeling in his chest that persuaded him to abruptly stand from his seat, his mind fixed on drowning the foreign feeling in his chest. Yes, anything was better than wallowing in self-pity when his mind could be floating further into an infinite abyss where his anxieties could never truly reach him. 

He flagged the bartender, and the man gave an acknowledging nod, knowing Mark well enough to have his order memorized. His fingers tapped against the sticky hardwood. Well, his skin stuck to a mixture of alcohol, and…he couldn't tell what was mixed with the alcohol besides the dash of blood. Out of boredom more than anything else, he laid the palm of his hand against the surface. He let his hand stick before he pulled it off, his flesh stretching as it clung to the stick before his hand was fully released. He flexed his hand, the substance adhering to his palm in an uncomfortable sticky mess.  

His drink was set in front of him, and his hand dived into his pockets to fish out the appropriate change. He stopped his eye from becoming as wide saucers as adrenaline began loudly thrumming through his poisoned veins. 

He didn't have his wallet. 

Now Mark knew damn well that he had stuffed his wallet in his jeans. He never left the house without it. Meaning, from the limited options he's left with, it's been stolen. 

He curses himself, his mouth moving to form more profanities before a self-assured, feminine voice speaks up. 

"And that man's drink, too, since he seems to be having a bit of trouble."

What caught him off guard was not someone else paying for his drink or the apparent lack of a Scottish accent but the…woman in the voice... 

A woman was talking to him. 

Him. 

Mark Renton. 

His head moved at the sound of your voice as you slid over the appropriate change. The bartender almost imperceptibly raised his eyebrow, knowing him well enough that women never talk to him and surely none of your stature. But, on the other hand, Mark is sure he's never seen anyone so beautiful. The sight of you was enough to start that climb that he could only reach with the addictive buzz of drugs. 

"Thanks," is all he manages to utter, his eyes still fixated on you. 

"No problem…Mark Renton?" His ears perk at his name, leaving your lips. It's such a sweet sound, like it was laced with seduction and all things beautiful, incarnated into one voice that seemed to rise brilliantly above the rest. He's almost too caught up in his love-sick daze to realize you know his name. 

Almost. 

"How do you know my…." 

Your fingers thread through the fading wallet, raising it between your fingers for show. It takes Mark a second to recognize the wallet as his own, and his body snaps to attention. How in the world did you pickpocket him? Was he that far gone not to feel a hand in his pants- not to mention yours? 

"I couldn't help myself. I hope you don't mind," you sheepishly smile, tossing the wallet back to Mark. Immediately his hand digs into his cash, frowning at the amount. He definitely left his apartment with more in there. 

He stares at you, dumbfounded, before it clicks, and his face falls into understanding. Not only did you pay for his drink with his own money, but with your own. You chuckle, raising your glass to your lips, as you seem to understand his expression. 

"I warned you." You take a sip, taking pleasure in the sight of Mark while he blinks at you before taking his drink, swallowing the pale brown liquid while his irises observe you curiously. 

Before Mark had given himself any time to think about it, he took a bold step forward. He wasn't one to initiate things; hell, he hardly moved from his seat next to Spud, but now this odd sense of purpose was filling his chest. It took ahold of him, grasping him firmly towards you, a woman who had heartily captured his attention and his heart. 

"What's your name?" 

"Why do you want to know that, Mark?" you purr, meeting him halfway, drink still loosely held in your hand, your cocky smirk never diminishing.

Under the strobe lights, headache-inducing music with just the right amount of heroin and alcohol consuming any insecurity he might have previously had, he takes time to admire the structure of your face, the slope of your nose, the curve of your brow, the flutter of your lashes with the gentle purse of your lips, igniting a flame inside him that he had not felt for a long while; desire. It slowly filled him, tainting his mind into wanting something beyond playful banter. 

"Well, I like you a lot," he shouted over the music, and your smirk dissolved into a smile.

"We just met."

 "That's the point." You both share a laugh as you shake your head. Mark's irises remain transfixed on you as if you're pulling him in with some kind of spell. You must feel the electricity brimming in your veins because you look up to find his eyes overflowing with an admiration you don't often see in men. 

That same electricity winds around his heart, pulling him closer. His heart pounds so wildly against his rib cage that his mind briefly flickers to the possibility that you're able to hear it. Within seconds, your lips crash together, molding forcefully and earnestly with your honeysuckle ones. The kiss is filled with wild abandon, desperate for contact as Mark's hands find your waist upon instinct. Electricity sparks with each touch, sending you both spiraling further down the rabbit hole of untamed passion. It consumes you, molding you into him, and you can't think of a time when you've fit so perfectly with someone like pieces of a previously unsolved puzzle. 

Mark finds himself much in the same boat, his thoughts wrapped around the noose of arousal, suffocating him under his own craving. He can see why his friends are so addicted to sex. If a kiss felt this good, then your body would be an unimaginable pleasure he was certainly not worthy of.

His tongue pushes its way through the barricade of your teeth, exploring every crevice he can find, his body pressing closer to yours to chase the sweet friction you grace him with. 

He earns a delicious whine from the depths of your throat, and it spurs him on further. While swept up in your aromatic taste, he floats on a cloud, drowning in bliss and yearning as the rest of the bar fades into white noise. 

Unfortunately, Mark tugs his lips from yours first, gulping in the stale air while his eyes, shaky with pent-up lust, find yours, surprised to discover them in a similar state as his. 

"I never got your name." You chuckle, your head falling to his chest, your finger running over the fabric above his heart. Finally, you whisper your name, and his eyes close in bliss, the echo of your words turning his heart into mush. Yeah, Mark could get used to this.

[brandybradyrandyandyndy]

Mark Forster's role in the Ace Attorney franchise

Okay, first off:

I'm not a fan of Mark Forster's music, please don't take this post the wrong way

There might be some aa trilogy spoilers

Also, I admit this title is pretty bold for what I'm going to say on this topic, but I watch The Voice of Germany with my sister every week and one of the coaches is Mark Forster who I only know like five songs of in total, but his song "Au Revoir" (which is actually a terrible song btw. It's so catchy, I've had it stuck in my head since I woke up this morning and it ruined my day.) kind of reminded me of the whole "Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth chooses death." thing, because the only thing I knew about this song was the refrain:

which would be roughly translated to:

"There is nothing that's holding me back, au revoir / Forget who I was / Forget my name / It will never be the way it was before / I'm off / Au revoir"

But as I looked further into the lyrics I found out there is a "rap part" which tells you about the places the lyrical I will go to when they're away and it contains a passage that adds a beautiful twist to my theory/headcanon (I'm not sure what to call this yet).

"I'm sitting on the Mayan throne in the jungle / [...] / The phoenix is taking off now"

You see where I'm going with this? I know, it's not Phoenix who's leaving and I know the lyrics refer to the Maya Civilization from Mesoamerica, but I thought it was a funny coincidence, that not only does the word "Phoenix" appear in the lyrics of this song, but so does "Maya".

So when I first saw this part of "Au Revoir", I started imagining how Miles Edgeworth would listen to this song and like dramatically sing along to it and start crying or something, but this only posed another question:

How could this scenario happen? How and why would he even come in contact with this song?

My first guess was, Miles probably went to Germany after he left his note, because he grew up there (I think), when he had been adopted by Manfred von Karma as a child, and he heard the song somewhere in the radio because in Germany they blast Mark Forster's music in almost every public space, so there is no escape from it ever. I tried to find out, during which timespan Miles left America, just to make sure if there was a chance that he actually could have heard it on the radio.

In the Ace Attorney wiki this timespan isn't clearly mentioned, but since the last case (Rise from the Ashes) from the first game is set in February 2017 and Edgeworth returns to America in March 2018 I'm guessing, this is exactly the time window in which he's in Germany* (minus some days/weeks of course, because I don't think he'd just leave on the exact same day he had his last trial in America). *to make this easier for me I'm just assuming he spends the entirety of his travels in Germany

But this brings me to my problem, the German Charts of 2017/2018.

As you can see, the only songs by Mark Forster that were in the charts while Miles would be in Germany are the ones above. This means that it is highly unlikely that he knew of "Au Revoir" from the radio, because why would they play this old song if they could also play Mark Forster's more recent songs that are popular right now?

But when exactly was "Au Revoir" popular enough to be in the German Charts?

During my research I looked up these years, too, and it came down to 2014 (the year "Au Revoir" was released) and even a year later in 2015. So there is no way he could have known of this song if his most recent stay in Germany was in 2017, right? (I mean, unless the German people he met then, had literally no taste and forced him to listen to it.)

But I have a pretty simple and logical explanation on how he could have still known of this song, even though he probably wouldn't have heard it in Germany in 2017.

I tried really hard, but I couldn't for my life find real data on Mark Forster's demographic, so just believe me if I tell you that his demographic is mostly preteen and teenage girls. Also, it's worth mentioning that Mark Forster's music is pretty much only known in German speaking countries like Germany, Switzerland and Austria. Now, let's take a closer look at the years, in which Au Revoir was most popular: 2014 and 2015

Who could Miles Edgeworth possibly know, who in 2014/2015 is 1. German, 2. a teenager and 3. a girl? The answer is quite obvious:

His younger sister Franziska von Karma.

Considering that she was either 14 or 15 when "Au Revoir" was released, she fits Mark Forster's demographic perfectly and although I'm not 100% sure if she was in Germany then, I still believe, she must have had at least some connection to Germany in some way, maybe a German friend who she still was in contact with or maybe she had access to German tv, maybe German YouTube channels or social media. And don't get me wrong, I love Franziska von Karma and I wouldn't wish anything bad on her, but at the same time I strongly believe that she'd be the kind of girl who'd have gone through a Mark Forster phase as a teen.

Now remember that I, myself, have a sister. I know what siblings do to annoy each other and I just know from the bottom of my heart that if Franziska really was a fan of Mark Forster's music, she would blast it on any opportunity she'd get. Or she would at least talk about him and his songs with her brother. Believe me. If Franziska really listened to Mark Forster, Miles would have known of him, too. There is literally no other way. (For reference, I know every 1D member's name, birthday and relationship status, although I literally do not care about any of them at all, only because my sister is obsessed with them and talks about them 24/7. Meanwhile the only MCR member I know, is Gerard Way, even though I listen to their music on the daily.)

So here is my conclusion.

Miles Edgeworth definitely listened to "Au Revoir" by Mark Forster on the plane from Japanifornia to Germany and he also definitely cried, after he made sure nobody could see him (especially during the part "Der Phönix macht jetz 'n Abflug"/"The phoenix is taking off now"). Also, he probably listened to the song multiple times during his stay in Germany and you literally can't prove me wrong on this. I mean you could try, but I invested way too much of my time in this to actually care about another person's opinion on my shitty headcanon.

Also, the moment Franziska met Phoenix and Maya, her memories vaulted her right back to her Mark Forster phase and her hatred against Phoenix wasn't solely based on the fact that he was accountable for the conviction of her father Manfred von Karma, her hatred was also ignited by the fact that she probably had "Au Revoir" stuck in her head because of these two for the rest of the day and I just know that this must have completely ruined it for her.

Also, unrelated to anything I've said prior:

Klavier Gavin would definitely collaborate with Mark Forster on at least one song and however severe Franziska's Mark Forster phase might have been, I am convinced Klavier would have outdone her by far. I haven't played AJAA yet, but as much as I've gathered from the fandom, he's like a weeaboo but with Germany, I think? I'm absolutely sure, he wouldn't ever miss a chance like this.

Finally, here is the song this whole post is about:

[tigerwolfproductions]

To save my followers from an onslaught of separate pics, I’ve decided to compile my miscellaneous Phantom Phoenix works into a single post because A Lot happened. =P

(Info about each pic is under the readmore)

1+2- Top ten photos taken before disaster (aka, Danny didn’t know he needed to tell Phoenix that it’s not a free for all game where the last one standing “wins”).

3- A scrapped title card idea for the plot where Danny and Joker fuse. I decided that while I really like the body horror angle, there were a couple of problems with this version. Them being things like how it wasn’t “actiony” enough to work (the title cards often featured something “happening”, such as a character outreaching their arm or Danny running away from a figure). I’m not sure how I could make it so that both Joker and Danny face towards the screen (another staple; I’ve only found one title card with a character facing backwards and it was Livin’ Large) and have it feel like there was movement at the same time. That and I felt it wasn’t nearly horrific enough; some of the actual show’s title cards are just freaky man.

4- just some practice on Akai/Phoenix bird nerd

5- I recalled @shinyspooks​ and some others coming up with a plot (though not necessarily for the Phantom Phoenix AU but ya know) in which Danny’s parents have found a dangerous artifact/treasure from the Ghost Zone that they plan on studying- one that multiple phantom thieves have set their eyes on. So in order to keep himself from going mad in trying to stop a dozen thieves from breaking into his house to take it, Danny decides to take it first. The one issue being that because his parents are ghost hunters, it’s entirely too dangerous to do as Phantom with all the anti-ghost measures up and running. So Danny enlists the help of Joker (who gets something in return for helping; and if not the treasure, perhaps some Fenton tech?) to learn how to become a phantom thief ASAP in order to take it first. They mentioned Danny picking a terrible name to use and I was wondering what he’d pick that would make for a goofy reference to his being Danny Phantom. And then I remembered… Invisobill    As for the design, I went with Danny’s non-inverted jumpsuit because he probably has spares to use as a human, he was on short notice, and orange would have been too suspicious. He’s added some tech both for the heist, and Just In Case ghosts happen, as well as some goggles and a bandanna to hide that it’s him (he was also asked about “being obsessed with jumpsuits” by Joker, to which Danny responded, “You got a problem with jumpsuits?”)    (Sam made him the logo btw)

6- The Box Ghost gets on both Danny’s and Akai’s nerves with far too many appearances. Even taking turns shoving him into the thermos isn’t doing much for their tolerance levels.

7- I remembered Dani existed a while back and instantly began debating just what might happen with her in the Phantom Phoenix AU. I’m not sure if having her become an apprentice for adopted by Joker is the best move, but it was certainly the one that gave me the most warm fuzzies!      (Joker gets super attached to the smol sassy ghost girl, Hachi gives her lots of food, and Danny doesn’t exactly know if he should feel okay with Dani learning how to become a Phantom Thief. Akai wasn’t around when Dani first showed up, and Danny forgot to tell him about her, so when Akai discovers another human/ghost hybrid is living with Joker he just HAS to show Danny because “wow that’s so cool and Danny would think so too!”)

    (Joker and Hachi found her on the Sky Joker after a heist. She had taken a rest unknowingly on the airship, was discovered, and it was a rude suggestion from Joker to just kick her off over the ocean that got him berated by Hachi (Joker would have regretted it later anyway)).

8- The double edged sword that was the definitely-not-adoption. Because Dani is using less of her energy and getting plenty of food, she destabilizes a lot less quickly. Unfortunately when she does start melting, she tries to hide it for as long as she can so she doesn’t worry Joker and Hachi… which just makes things worse. Eventually she winds up collapsing in front of them and both can’t figure out what’s wrong with her so they agree that Danny would be the best help they could get (poor beans felt so bad). Of course Vlad still attempted to get his clone back and the Valerie stuff still happened too. But now there’s an addition to the event in which Joker publicly embarrasses human Vlad at a conference with a completely over the top prank after the fact (Hachi fully supported this decision, for once).

9- I for one, am split on whether or not I like Danny having ice powers or not. They feel a tad more gimmicky than his other powers, but at the same time. They’re just so cool. Regardless, if he were to develop them in the Phantom Phoenix AU (maybe it’d just be without the Undergrowth ordeal), Akai wouldn’t be very happy with the sudden amount of clinging Danny would do to the Nearest Warmest Object (him).

10- Phoenix may not be a ghost, but his species carries enough similarities for ecto weapons to affect him. The Fenton Thermos just kinda sticks to him though (he doesn’t like it, Tucker took a video, and now the group teases Phoenix over the assorted bird noises he made).

[al-mayriti]

so... this is what the email looked like

just reading that my username was 'idhunita' plus the fact that it was a quiz taking website just made my heart race so much. i knew what it was from the start.

so, for the few of you who don't already know, when i was a kid i was obsessed with this fantasy series called memorias de idhún (it was translated to english but i don't know the name). anyways, it became my whole personality, i was that one annoying kid who wouldn't shut up about one specific thing. anyways, among my frenzy, i logged onto the internet (i didn't have full access to it by then, i could only do it either in computers class or in my grandpa's computer) and made quizzes about memorias de idhún (there wasn't much else to do tbh). i remember making some myself, but i could never go back to them cause i forgot the websites' names. UNTIL TODAY.

i was 10 (9 days before turning 11!) when i made this test; if i am not mixing grades up, i believe this was before starting 6th grade? which is verery interesting cause i became obsessed with the books in the summer camp i went to in my school that same summer, i think i finished the third and final book there and started my delusion. that means, i was in full frenzy mode here.

anyways, it only has six questions, here they are (btw i took this test while taking the screenshots and i got 5 out of 6 correct <3)

the funniest one is that last one lol. i was such a little hater:

anyways, i'm gonna leave the english translations below just in case, and also you can see the test here if you want to take it for shits and giggles.

question 1. what is jack?

() a shek

(x) a dragon

question 2. what whas the name of the human mother of christian?

[this was the only question i got wrong. i literally couldn't tell you. apparently it's maula???]

question 3. who does shail love?

(x) zaisei

() kimara

() victoria

() gerde

[my two favourite characters as of today <3. also like technically he also loves victoria, but i'm sure i was referring to romantic love only]

question 4. who loves who?

you had to match the two columns!

shail no one

christian victoria

alsan zaisei

jack

[the answers are shail - zaisei; christian and jack - victoria; and alsan - no one. again only romantic love. you can tell i had a crush at that time lol, it was a girl from my class i went to the summer camp with.]

question 5. match every race with its god

celestians kevanion

shizs wina

humans neliam

fae irial

giants aldun

varus yohavir

yan the seventh

[the answers are celestians - yohavir, shizs - the seventh, humans - irial, fae - wina, giants - kevanion, varus - neliam, and yan - aldun. the way i still remember all of this by heart after more than a decade is a bit troubling ngl.]

question 6. who should victoria have ended up with?

this is a trick question cause she chooses both jack and christian but i was a scummy little rat and only had jack as the correct answer <3

i can't believe the email i just opened