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novemquadragintillion · 20 days ago

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I finished the Black Prism by Brent Weeks and I want to write my thoughts. Sorry to anyone who likes this book - I criticize it a bit.

[⚠️ major spoilers ahead ⚠️ ]

What I liked:

The parallels between how Dazen awoke his red drafting abilities and how Kip awoke his red drafting abilities. OUGH. Especially when we see many drafters using red for destruction in the story. The contrast..

So many misunderstadings and pain due to Gavin's secret about his identity (Liv please I promise, your dad isn't being blackmailed!!) (Kip, please talk to Gavin about the knife 😭)

Gavin's escape from the blue prison was the funniest thing ever holy crap. I was so seriously stressed about it throughout the entire book and then the author BAMBOOZLED me. I love Dazen lmao

I laughed when one of the characters called Lord Omnichrome "Lord Rainbow". amazing 😂 The guy wants such an oh so cool name, listing a few, but someone out there is calling him Rainbow because who tf cares about that guy and his silly self-proclaimed lord titles

I love when a main character has to keep their identity a secret and they feel deep isolation due to living that constant lie! Thank you author. I am a sucker for it

I like that there were adult as well as fat main characters (so rare in action fantasy, from my experience), who I ended up liking and cheering for

Love the title Black Prism!! I instantly think of that one Pink Floyd album cover with the prism and the rainbow of light, which is cool. I wish the story showed me why it is called that though. I learned what a Prism was, but what is a Black Prism? Someone who could draft in complete darkness or something?

Ok now I'm a bit negative here:

Why did all the main female characters have to be love interests or a part of some boring romance, and were constantly thinking about guys or how she looked? Stop it

Yet another fantasy story I've picked up in the past few years that have a war and a wall within the plot. I'm so tired of a wall that MUST be protected at all costs and wars!! I'm not looking for stories like this. Why do I keep picking them up by accident? >_< (I'm looking at you, A Court of Thorns and Roses trilogy, The Shadow of What Was Lost, and Fourth Wing) (btw I did not finish Fourth Wing, and I barely finished The Shadow of What Was Lost. Both I didn't really like). Maybe this is why I don't read american fantasy novels very often anymore 🤔

I didn't like that a lot of the chapters were dedicated to the POVs of other characters, besides the main character. Because, at least one of those other character's POVs I ended up disliking reading. I had a similar problem when reading The Shadow of What Was Lost and the Stormlight Archive series (I really liked the Stormlight Archive though). At least the chapters were short, so I didn't get bored too much

"And Karris had abandoned him. Damn it. What kind of woman abandons a child?" (page 582) You mean, what kind of ADULT abandons a child. The sexism throughout the story didn't have to be there

I picked up this book because I went on google, looking for recommendations on books with unique magic systems. I love creative thinking and loopholes within the boundaries of a rigid magic system, like Lord of the Mysteries, World Trigger, and Witch Hat Atelier's. I found a recc that was for the Black Prism, where I ended up reading. Although it does have an interesting magic system, it wasn't really what I was looking for I guess? So I was a little disappointed tbh 😂 I would've loved to see more characters playing and doing more with the system. Gavin's inventions was a good example, but I wanted to see more

I wish the magic, luxien?, was described a little more. Like when Brightwater Wall was built (freaking walls), what color yellow was it? (maybe I did read that but I forgot?). Since I wasn't sure about the descriptions of the colors drafted, I kept imagining the colors as straight-out-of-the-paint-tube, saturated, colors. Which made me really not like the images I was having in my head tbh 😂

I guess in general, the book was entertaining enough for me to finish, but I won't be reading the whole series. By not reading any more though, I won't find out all of Gavin's goals, which I was super curious about.

#this random person's ramblings #books #the black prism spoilers #the black prism

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crazycatfaery · 5 months ago

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⚠️ for 2 and 🤔 for 5!

Writer emoji ask game reply:

Nr. 2:

It's a oneshot I actually sort of finished, apart from the art I wanted to add, and that I'm still not sure I like it.

⚠️ If you had to select five tags for it, right now, what would they be?

Mild fluff, Mild angst, Idiots In Love, Unresolved Feelings, Gift Giving

Nr. 5:

Either you and Charis are conspiring, or telepathically linked 😂. Songfic again it is!

🤔 Have you had to rethink any aspect of it so far?

How about ALL OF IT? *sobs*

The most important thing I had to rethink(and still am in the process of actually) was how to make Saul and Farah interact during their teenage years. I changed them being in the same year and Farah being one year older, to Farah being one year above Saul, and two years older than him, which makes it less plausible for them to meet often. I'm still trying to find proper loopholes around that.

Seeing as its a longfic with many, many chapters, there are lots of things I keep rethinking and changing over time. No doubt there will be more.

Another thing I had to rethink is that I found out songfics that have the lyrics scattered thoughout a chapter aren't very popular. I'm planning to just add a part at the start and end of each chapter, so people can skip over the lyrics more easily and it doesn't break the flow of reading.

#writer ask game #anyone have a different number for me than 5?#lmao

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miksanchismosa · 2 years ago

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Okay this is officially 3tan bro conspiracy hour lets goooo

[ 3tan8.5 ] ok. 300 and it’s yours🧍‍♀️

you heathens!! LMAO you’re lucky i actually could swing this between anytime and 3tan9 and still add a sundress scenario in the regular series outline. how? a surprise😌

second surprise is that we’ll get yoongi’s POV for phone sex anyway🤣 but this one will just stay an idea unless y’all actually manage to hit this💀

#3taniverse #3tan bro discourse #Ryen!#I found a loophole? 🤔

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princessjungeun · 3 years ago

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ITZY Reaction to Fem S/O Reader Breaking Up With Them

Request: Request: mmm🤔 may I request Itzy's reaction to their fem s/o breaking up with them? also I hope you've a great day and week so far!💕

tw// crying, angst, yelling, swearing

Yeji

You met Yeji when you two were in high school, she was quiet and didn’t talk to many people. You were a transfer student and you didn’t know anyone, but she offered to show you around right away. From there you two became best friends, and then girlfriends. Although she wasn’t supposed to date as a trainee, she found a loophole because the rule for her company was ‘no dating any other trainees’ which didn’t apply to you. You supported Yeji endlessly, always going with her to auditions when her parents couldn’t take her, and going to every JYP showcase she was in. You were there the day she debuted, and all of the other performances she had as a rookie. However, you found that it got harder to see her as the popularity of her group grew and she had even more schedules. Yeji did her best to see you and call you when she could, but there was a point where you realized it just wasn’t working anymore. The dynamic between you two had completely shifted and you felt more distant from her than ever before. You called her to see if you two could meet up, it was the same place you two hard your first real date. When Yeji walked in and she spotted you, her eyes curled up as she smiled beneath her mask. You smiled weakly as she hugged you and sat down in the seat across from you. Yeji told you, “Hi baby, I missed you these past few weeks. I wish I could have seen you more.” Her hand found yours over the table, interlacing your fingers together. You shifted in your seat, deciding to cut the small talk and just bite the bullet, “Yeji, I need to talk to you about something.” Pulling your hand away she felt her stomach drop, the use of her first name instead of a pet name was already a bad sign, but pulling your hand away was new. You continued, “I think we need to break up. This just isn’t working anymore...I’m sorry.” Yeji inhaled sharply, she swallowed thickly and asked, “Did I do something too? I know my job- but did I do something too?” You could see her eyes glossing over with tears and more than anything you wanted to pull her into your arms and tell her that you weren’t serious. But you needed to just let her go, pretending that it was still working wasn’t going to suffice anymore. You refused, “No, no absolutely not. I- You are perfect...but I just can’t be there for you the same way I used to. With me in university and working, plus your job being so demanding...you know what I mean right?” She nodded, a tear rolling down her cheek as she sniffled, “Yeah I know what you mean.” You leaned forward and wiped her tear. Trying to hold in your tears you told her, “I just um...I want to thank you. Yeji-ah, you are my first love. I’ve never felt the way I feel for you for anyone else. Thank you for loving me, and always being there for me when I was having trouble. I love you.” She nodded, bursting into silent tears as she rested her head on her arms at the table. After a moment she sat up, “Thank you too. You were there for every audition and showcase, you missed your own event just to support me. I’ll always love you Y/N. I’m sorry this didn’t work out with us.” You both sat in silence, just looking at each other for what would be the last time for a while. It went without saying that there was a chance you’d get together again in the far future, simply because Yeji was the right person. She was your person, just at the wrong time.

Lia

Jisu knew that something had shifted between the two of you over the past year. The two of you had met when your groups crossed paths on a music show schedule, the two of you immediately hit it off. Jisu fell head over heels in love with you fairly quickly and you did the same. The relationship was going strong for nearly two years, however just recently, you didn’t feel that spark anymore. You and Jisu laid in your bed, the two of you were both wide awake as you laid back to back. You clutched the pillow in your arms desperately, your heart breaking a little more when you realized that’s how it felt when you held her. There was nothing there anymore and the two of you could feel it, there was tension that hung over the room whenever you were alone. There weren’t many laughs shared anymore, it was just awkward silence all the time as you continued to overthink ever little thing that you were to say to her. Her voice broke through the silence like a knife, “Y/N?” You replied, “Yeah?” She asked, “You don’t feel it anymore either right?” You didn’t even need her to elaborte to know what she was talking about. In a hushed tone you replied, “No...I don’t feel anything anymore Jisu.” Her voice broke as she replied, “I know...” You tucked your head into the pillow before saying, “Jisu-yah...I can’t do this anymore.” Your girlfriend sniffled, “I know.” She turned to face you, she placed a hand on your shoulder. Shivers ran down your spine as her ice cold fingers hit your skin. You turned to her, she looked you in the eyes before crawled into your arms, laying with her head tucked into your neck just like you used to. Her eyelashes brushed the crook of your neck and her nose ghosted warm breaths as her cold and wet tears ran down your collarbones. She held onto you tighter, and you did the same, not wanting to let her go even though you knew you would in the morning. Jisu pleaded softly, “I know that you won’t mean it, but please....Y/N I need to hear it one more time. Please just tell me one more time. This is the last time- I just- I just need to hear you say it.” You shook your head, as tears rolled down your cheeks, trembling as you spoke, “N-no- Jisu no. I can’t do that.” Your girlfriend begged, sniffling as her body shook, “Y/N please...” You sucked in a breath and tucked your head into her hair. Her hand found yours as you told her, “I love you baby.....now you.” She responded, “I love you too my love.” Her voice cracked at the end as she sobbed violently. The two of you fell asleep in each other’s arms, and when you woke up the next day she was gone. All of her clothes were out of your closet and dressers, all of her beauty products were out of your bathroom. When the day broke there was no sign of your girlfriend, only the gentle trace of her perfume on your skin.

Ryujin

You and Ryujin knew that being in a relationship was a gigantic risk from the beginning, yet the two of you were willing to take that chance. Ryujin was not permitted to date due to her company placing a dating ban on her and her members. You on the other hand were in a slightly different position, your parents were convinced that you didn’t actually like women, and that you hadn’t met the right man. There were many times you tried to convince them, but it was absolutely no use given their...beliefs. The relationship between you and Ryujin was seen as just good friends by everyone, even her members. You both managed to get away undetected for nearly three years. However, this is where your three years together was going to end. You waited for Ryujin as you stood in the empty conference room looking out the window. You looked at the people that walked on the sidewalk 20 floors down, seeing how they all roamed freely in different directions. That was a form of freedom that you’d never acquire. The conference room door opened and your girlfriend walked in, wearing a cropped cardigan and jeans with her hair in a ponytail. She asked, “Hey why did I have to come to your parent’s building, and why are there two gigantic security guards- wait wow are you okay?” Her eyes landed on you when you turned around. You monotonously replied, “Please have a seat.” Your girlfriend looked at you, taking in the sight of you in a matching blazer and skirt set. The makeup on your face didn’t hide the dark circles encompassed your eyes giving the illusion that they were slightly sunken in, the bags complementing them only made you look worse. Your lips were pale and the light that was once behind your eyes was replaced with emptiness. She asked, “Baby are you alright? What’s going on?” You ignored her questions and sat at the head of the table as you began, “I am no longer able to be your girlfriend. I am getting married next month. Having a girlfriend whilst having a spouse is not exactly socially acceptable...as you may imagine.” Ryujin sat up, “Are you serious? Married to who? What is going on Y/N?” You ignored her questions once more, struggling to hold yourself together, “I will not be in communication with you any longer. If you attempt to visit me at my home, I will call the police.” Ryujin reached for your hand, shaking as she pleaded, “Please tell me what’s going on baby. I- I know this isn’t your choice. Who’s making you do this?” You slowly retracted your hand from hers, “I never loved you. Being with you was the biggest mistake I could have ever made for myself.” She watched as the words left your lips, but you refused to look her in the eye as you said it. Ryujin insisted, “You don’t mean that. This isn’t you Y/N. None of this is you, snap out of it. Please. I just want my girlfriend back.” You stood up from the table and she did the same, grabbing your hand as you tried to walk away she choked out a sob, “I know you love me Y/N...please...” Sucking in a sharp breath, you turned around and looked her in the eye, “I do not love you Shin Ryujin. I never loved you. Goodbye.” Yanking your hand from her grip you walked out of the conference room. A hand placed on your shoulder, “Are you finished?” You gave a single nod as you fought the urge to turn around and run back to Ryujin. Silent tears rolled down your cheeks as you felt completely destroyed inside. Looking at you once more he stated, “You will get over that girl. Remember you are doing what is best for our family’s company. I would not do anything to you that will result in misery. You know how much I adore you, yes?” You held your head up before he could correct you to do so as you replied

“Yes father.”

Chaeryeong

Chaeryeong and you knew from the beginning of your relationship that it would end earlier than you both wanted it to. You were moving because your mother was relocated to a new base in Germany. When you moved to Korea four years ago you didn’t expect to make any friends, especially as a freshman at the fancy performing arts school you snagged a spot in. You didn’t know one word of Korean, so many kids avoided you, except one girl named Somi. She was more than happy to show you around and introduce you to her friends who were also in both of your grade levels, one of which was Chaeryeong. Despite the language barrier, you and Chaeryeong became inseparable. The two of you got together after you sleepily confessed that you loved her romantically at a sleepover, the rest was history. For the next four years you two were the happiest you’d ever been. When you found out that your mother was getting relocated you looked into every other potential option, even living on your own. The best you could do was convincing her to let you finish out your semester in university, there was only a few weeks left anyways. However, staying long term, was just not an option, your mother refused to let you stay in Korea while she was in Germany. You had already arranged with your university to transfer your credits so you could attend another school in Germany for the following semester. Chaeryeong was doing everything she could to be with you when she wasn’t at a schedule or in her company’s building. She’d been sneaking into your dorm on campus or letting you into her dorm in the middle of the night. When the two of you couldn’t be together over night she was on Facetime as you slept. You walked through the airport to the security gate, it was early morning so the airport was fairly empty, with no TSA line. You and Chaeryeong dragged your feet, walking slower as you approached the security check. Her grasp on your hand tightened and she asked seriously, “Do you have to go?” You laughed weakly through the tears that already started to fall, “Yeah I do Chae.” The two of you stopped in front of the security gate and you turned to face her. She stared at you for a moment, nervously you waved a hand in front of her thinking that she spaced out again. Your girlfriend shook her head, “No I’m still here. Just looking at you again that’s all.” Chaeryeong pulled you into a tight hug, tucking her head into your neck. She sobbed as she held onto you, choking out, “We can make i-it work still...Please?” You wanted to tell her yes, but you knew that her being in Korea and you being in Germany wouldn’t work. Between the time difference and you being a student and her being an idol, there was just no way to keep things the way you both would want them. You refused, “I’m sorry Chae, it won’t work and you know that. You’ll still have my number, and you can call or message me whenever. I’ll do the same too, we won’t lose touch, you have nothing to worry about.” She nodded as she hung onto you, her eyes closed as she sighed, knowing she was going to have to let go. You pulled away, your hands still resting on her waist as you squeezed it gently, “I’ll see you again soon okay?” You wiped her tears away and gave her a kiss, the last one she’d probably ever get... unless you returned to Korea after university and you were both single. Chaeryeong hugged you one last time, “I love you so much Y/N.” You held a hand on her head as you tightly embraced her once more, “I love you too Chaeryeong.” You let go and walked towards the security gate, squeezing your passport and boarding pass in your hand as you resisted the urge to turn around. Although your back was turned, you could feel her eyes on you as you made it through the last security checkpoint. You picked up your pace, starting to run further from where you said your goodbyes, hoping that the further away you were, the less sad you’d feel.

Yuna

You and Yuna were in your last year of high school, after three years that felt like thirty, you two were going to be graduating in less than 6 months. Between the two of you, Yuna was better with the whole planning your ‘future’ thing that your guidance counselors had been drilling you with for the past few years. Your girlfriend knew what university she wanted to attend, what her major was going to be, and she’d already did the math to figure out how much her four years of university would cost to the cent. You on the other hand didn’t even know if you wanted to attend a university the fall after graduating high school. Of course university was on your radar...there was just no set date for when you planned to actually attend- or think about attending. The loud clang of a metal tray in front of you snapped you out of your thoughts. Looking up you saw one of your friends, the rest of your friend group coming over to the table. Yuna slipped next to you and smiled brightly, hearts coming out of her eyes as she looked at you in pure adoration. You leaned into her gently and giggled, not saying any words because it wasn’t necessary. Once of your friends, Yujin, cleared her throat as she watched the two of you. She looked around the table and asked, “So what’s everyone doing after school?” Jiheon looked up from her math textbook, “I have tutoring until 4 but I can do something after.” Wooyeon replied, “Sora and I are free after school.” Sujin stated, “Yeah, Dayeon, Hina, and I are also free.” Your girlfriend beamed, “Great so everyone can do university prep tonight?” Your friends all nodded in unison, while you sat stiff in your seat, picking at your lunch. Yuna nudged you, “You’ll be there right?” You faked a smile, Yeah totally...looking forward to it already love.” She gave you a light peck on the cheek while Yujin fake gagged and giggled with the rest of your friends. Throughout the day you were dreading seeing your girlfriend, it wasn’t her, just the fact that you’d once again feel pressured to get ready for university when that wasn’t what you wanted to do. Yuna knew that you dreamed of being a choreographer, and she encouraged you all the time. However whenever you said that you wanted to halt on school and just dance around for a while...she wasn’t as supportive. She always went on about how it’d be hard to be a choreographer without a degree, being able to dance is one thing but being educated and being able to educate other on dancing was very different. You knew that she was right but you still didn’t want to attend university so soon, so much so that you weren’t even the one to register yourself for the college entrance exam, your girlfriend was. When the day was over you dragged your feet outside to the empty study room where you all agreed to meet up. Hina, Dayeon, Sujin, Sora, and Wooyeon were already there, and after ten minutes Yuna and Yujin came as well. Everyone pulled out a thick folder of papers and their laptops and you did the same. All of your college brochures were untouched, and the only reason you had them was because your girlfriend gave them to you. Most of your friends wanted to attend the same universities, because nearly everyone had the same interests. It was all some form of medical science, law, business, or lingusitics school that they wanted, whereas you were focused on performing arts. You dimmed the brightness on your laptop and just went to your favorite shopping website and scrolled through some tops, looking for new ones. Everyone else was murmuring between themselves, filling out an application or writing an essay for admissions. Yuna leaned over and asked, “Hey can you read thi- babe why aren’t you doing anything?” She laughed and pulled out one of the brochures for the arts school she found for you, “Here you can do this application, it takes like three minutes.” You replied, “I can do it later, what did you want me to read?” She responded, “No, you always say you’ll do it later and then you never do.” You shrugged, “I don’t need to.” Yuna’s eyes widened, “Y-yes?! Yes you do need to, this is your future. We are all doing these for a reason.” You snapped, “Well did it ever occur to you that maybe I just don’t want to go to university next fall?” Your girlfriend sighed, “Babe, we talked about this already. You want to be a choreographer, and that’s great and you will be a great one. Just not without a degree, you know how the world works now...degrees are everything.” By now you were getting more than annoyed, you knew that her heart was in the right place but you were over it. Your friends looked between the two of you, feeling tension hang over the room as they internally panicked trying to figure out what to do to diffuse the situation. You huffed, “I don’t know why you keep bringing this up! I have a plan Yuna-” Your girlfriend blurted out, “YOUR PLAN IS FUCKING STUPID Y/N CAN’T YOU SEE THAT? YOU’RE SETTING YOURSELF UP FOR FAILURE AND IM TRYING TO PREVENT THAT!” Everyone in the room fell silent, all of their breaths hitched in their throats as they looked at her stunned from the sudden outburst. Yuna tried to clean it up, “That’s not what I meant Y/N- I just-” You cut her off, “I don’t need to hear it. We’re done. So I’m gonna go with my ‘fucking stupid plan that’s going to set me up for failure’, and you can do what you want. Don’t talk to me anymore. I don’t need your ‘help’ anymore which by the way was you not listening to a goddamn word that I said about the whole thing. So you can keep your little charity work you did for me out of pity. We’re done.” You got up and slammed the door behind you, walking past a confused Jiheon as you left the study room. Hot tears filled your eyes as you clutched your backpack straps in your hands, anger and pain bubbling inside of you as you replayed her words in your mind. Yuna sat in the study room stunned, not even blinking as she sat still in her seat. Sujin spoke up, “Y-yuna? Do you need to take a second?” After a moment she took a deep breath, tears in her eyes as she plastered a fake smile on her face. Looking around she stated, “I’m okay don’t worry. I-I’m gonna run to the washroom really quickly.” She got up and sprinted out of the bathroom, running into a stall and locking the door as she sobbed into her hands. She internally cursed herself for being so harsh and snapping at you, and for pushing you do to something she wanted for you, rather than listening to you from the beginning. All she could do was cry, unbeknownst to her that you were doing the same thing as you were walking home. The two of you shared the same feeling of regret for different reasons, however you both knew that you wanted each other back, but you weren’t sure if that was going to happen anymore.

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leogichidaa · 3 years ago

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Hmm ok 🤔 so, I always read the books as Dumbledore forcing Sirius to stay. And he did really only bc well I mean- everyone listens to Dumbledore I guess.

In all my years of tumblring, I have never in my life done submissions, so forgive me if I'm fucking this up. Everything indented is submitted by anon and this is obviously me, your friendly neighborhood Leo.

So, this touches on one of the bones I have to pick with Dumbledore, and that is the way that he emotionally manipulates people. This is most clearly seen with Snape. After Lily dies, Snape comes to Dumbledore in agony, and Dumbledore's response is:

If you loved Lily Evans, if you truly loved her, then your way forward is clear.

And what is the way forward? Do everything Dumbledore tells him to. That really, really bothers me. I could happily go on a rant about this, and I will if someone prompts me to, but I'll try not to veer too wildly off course. We see the emotional manipulation to a lesser extent with Newt as well in FB2. And it's not really explicitly shown, but I think it's heavily implied that the dynamic between Dumbledore and Aberforth is rife with emotional manipulation.

Basically, I'm saying that Dumbledore starts with charming people into compliance, and if he can't do that he'll use other, shadier, means. But I don't think he has to do that with Sirius. And if Sirius listens to Dumbledore because he, like everyone else, places his faith in him, well...that's Sirius' choice.

And yeah, my gripe is really- he locked him in Grimmauld, of all places. I suspect Sirius thought he’d be able to get out from time to time, but not as much as he hoped and certainly not at all . There was certainty the risk that his animagus form would be spotted ( because Peter would have told the DEs by book 5). If Lucius hadn’t spotted Sirius in dog form, would Sirius be allowed to go out from time to time? Maybe. But I feel uncertain about blaming Sirius for that. The man can only exercise so much caution.

I suspect that's what Sirius thought as well. The man is not exactly known for his foresight. But again, he wasn't locked in anywhere. He was free to leave at any time. He decided to go to the train station with Harry, despite the fact that:

Oh, for heaven’s sake, Sirius, Dumbledore said no!

highlighting again that Dumbledore was not forcing him to stay. That was his choice. When he was spotted and Harry told him he had been clocked and not to risk it again he didn't. That, too, was his choice.

Now it’s not to say I don’t blame Sirius for his death. I think he does take some responsibility, just not all of it and not a majority. And it does have to do with Kreacher. I also don’t think that Sirius was even in the right mindset to remind himself of the fact that if Kreacher is let go, or leaves on his own, he’ll go and blab to the person he goes to, which is no one good (Narcissa).

Again, the majority of the blame here pretty clearly goes to Bellatrix, since she killed him. Sirius was very much aware of the risk of Kreacher leaving Grimmauld:

“We can’t set him free, he knows too much about the Order,” said Sirius curtly. “And anyway, the shock would kill him. You suggest to him that he leaves this house, see how he takes it"

Was he thinking when he told Kreacher to get out that this would mean Kreacher could leave? No. That was an oversight, a loophole that Kreacher found. The thing of it is, why was Kreacher looking for a loophole in the first place? Because Sirius was a raging dick to him. He literally picked him up and threw him??? His actual slave.

Sirius did have to hide in a house, just…not Grimmauld. I wish we knew about the type of stuff Orion put on the house because if that security included blood magic, then that’s a very real, ironic, and tragic reason to keep Sirius in Grimmauld: if his blood helped keep some of the more powerful wards up.

I think the blood magic requires sacrificing your life. And ok, so if we go with the hc that Orion and Regulus' deaths were connected, maybe Orion sacrificed himself to ensure that Voldemort wasn't able to kill another one of his sons. And maybe there was blood magic keeping Sirius safe at Grimmauld. And--OH FUCK. OH WAIT. Bellatrix killed Sirius, which she would be able to do even if Sirius was protected by blood magic from a blood sacrifice, because she is his blood. The reason Voldemort could touch Harry after GoF was because the ritual meant that Voldemort shared Harry's blood, the blood that protected him, and so he could kill Harry. Bellatrix shared Sirius' blood, so she could kill him. Fuck me. Fuck.

I think you backed me into a corner where I now very much want to accept the "Orion sacrificed himself for his family" hc and *gasp* like Orion. Tagging @mrs-stubby-boardman and @regulusarchieblack because I know they both have the Orion & Regulus' deaths were connected hc. Thoughts on this???

I feel Dumbledore should have taken into account that he was locking Sirius up in a place where he suffered emotional childhood trauma. Putting Sirius elsewhere would make him stir crazy, and stuck in his own head, but the influence of the surroundings of Grimmauld would be removed. I feel that would have made a positive difference in Sirius’s (admittedly low) mindset, because Grimmauld mentally was one step above dementors for Sirius. And that’s not saying much.

Don't want to sound like a broken record here, but he wasn't locking anyone anywhere. And Sirius chose Grimmauld. Well, in a meta sense, the narrative chose Grimmauld because without it we wouldn't meet Regulus, we wouldn't learn about the House of Black, and we wouldn't see the locket. It's tragic that he was confined there, truly it was. I have spent extensive periods of time in my childhood home and it was miserable. But I don't see how any of it was Dumbledore's doing.

While yes, Sirius is a grown man, he too also seemed to listen to Dumbledore in the same way that everyone else does. There was no one to advocate for Sirius to get out of Grimmauld and into another safe house. One would think Dumbledore would, for all he preached about love and tolerance and understanding but he didn’t. Maybe because he felt he had other things to attend to (like Voldemort).

One would think the task would fall to Remus, but I don’t think he did that because Remus felt he owed Dumbledore a great great deal (and yes he did ). Dumbledore was also sending Remus as a spy to werewolf covens so Remus was out of the house frequently (that’s the impression I got?)

Yeah, everyone listens to Dumbledore and that's lowkey very dumb of them, but Sirius of all people is not one to follow folks blindly. And even if he was...I am a broken record, that's his choice. And there was someone there to advocate for Sirius: Sirius. I don't know, we're probably just not going to see eye to eye on this at all, and that's totally fine, but that's my take.

#submission #Dumbledore #Sirius

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bluemoonbeam15 · 3 years ago

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A short excerpt I found on my phone that I never posted. I think it was supposed to connect with the "Danger" series 🤔

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Flik screamed in pain. His leg was completely covered in blood at this point from the wasp attack. Hopper managed to push himself onto his feet. "Aw, kid. They really did a number on you." Flik clenched his teeth to try and muffle his screaming.

"You're okay, just hang in there." It wasn't too far from the ant hill. The only risk were the wasps following them to the others. But it would have to be a risk to take. Flik would bleed out all too soon. Carefully, he scooped the ant into his arms.

The sound of wings buzzing pushed him forward. They knew where the two were. It was a game to them. If only Hopper could figure out how they managed to open up a new portal. It seemed that any major changes that occurred in this universe altered theirs in some way. The result was a swirling vortex that would lead them back to their own timeline.

With the gash in his own leg, even carrying something as light as Flik proved difficult. Every step sent a wave of strain on him. Luckily, the ant hill was in sight and most of the colony was out doing their regular duties.

The second he stepped into the clearing, one of the ants dropped their grain and ran toward the ant hill. "GRASSHOPPER! THEY'RE BACK! THEY'RE BACK!"

That was Hoppers first clue that this timeline was more in tune with their own. The question was, was the ant afraid because the offering wasn't finished...or because he thought they'd been defeated?

He had to give credit to the colony for flanking around them in just a few seconds. It left little to no room for Hopper to escape, unless he was still able to fly. In either case, escaping the ants wasn't his goal. The wasps however...

"What's going on? What do you mean grasshoppers?" A feminine voice drew closer to the center of the crowd. Atta was allowed space into the clearing to see Hopper and the wounded ant in his arms. "H-Hopper...but y-you're--"

His vision was blurring terribly bad. The headache made it nearly impossible to stay focused on her words. Nevertheless, he knew now that this timeline was either set months earlier to their own...

Or this was the timeline where he actually died.

One thing was for certain, there wasn't much time to ponder over details. Flik needed help and Dr Flora would be the ant to do so. "Where's Dr Flora?" He lowered his arms a bit to show her Fliks injuries. Hopefully, she would bypass any questions and focus on helping him.

She glanced at the tense figure, seeing the blood dripping down from his leg. "Wait..." her eyes traveled to Fliks face, recognizing it almost immediately. "But Flik, he's--" she began to point toward the hill.

"I don't have time to explain everything. Neither does he," Hopper nodded down to Flik. "I need Dr Flora immediately."

The ant in question made her way to the front of the crowd. Her eyes landed on Hopper first before they found Flik. If she was anything like the Flora of their universe, she'd overlook the impossibilities for the sake of helping someone in need. She took a step forward before Atta held a hand out in front of her. "This is a trap. There's no way that's Flik. He's been with me the whole time. And besides, you'd just let him die."

For crying out loud. The princess was just as stubborn and paranoid in this world too. No wonder things couldn't get done sometimes. She spent most of her time trying to foresee the loopholes of every situation. It took a lot of effort on his part to assuage her anxieties and teach her the old saying of, "cross that bridge when we get there."

If the Hopper of this universe was dead, there wouldn't be much of a change for the princess regarding her stresses. Unless someone else took it upon themselves to help her.

"I'm not sure how to tell you this, but we're not from this world. There was this...portal of some sort that brought us here. Things are different in our universe."

Everyone merely blinked. The explanation probably did more harm than good for their situation. Buzzing wings sounded closer by, meaning the chase was about about come to an end. "Please, we don't have time for this. There's a swarm of wasps that managed to pass through the portal, too, and you all are in danger."

The crowd murmured. Flik grunted and turned to look at Atta, "He's telling the truth, I swear. We're...we're not from this world."

Atta still looked hesitant, but Flora took this as her chance to rush up to the two. Despite the perplexity, she couldn't bare seeing anyone in pain. The princess attempted to stop her, but was held back by her mother.

Hopper forced himself to kneel down. His leg had been about to give out anyway. Flora got a good look at his wounds, "You said there were wasps?"

"Yes, about five of them from what I saw." Hopper wrapped Fliks arm around his neck to keep him upright. The ant looked about ready to pass out. "You gotta stay awake, okay? Don't give out on me now, kid."

The grass rustled behind them, and a large black and silver wasp stalked out. "I thought I smelled blood," he sneered and walked closer.

Hopper laid Flik down beside Flora and stood, "Where's the rest of your swarm?"

He glared, "Off to wait. They decided to let the two of you bleed out, but I knew better than to let a good meal walk off."

"Good for you," Hopper growled. "Now turn tail and get your friends before they have your dead body to find."

The wasp chuckled, walking closer until he was nose to nose with the grasshopper, "I'm three times your size, pipsqueek. You really think I need my swarm to take care of you?" All too quick, he grabbed Hopper, pinning his arms against his sides. "You're pathetic, really. But an easy snack, nonetheless."

Flik used what strength he had left to stand, "Wait! You're...you're looking to find the portal...right? I can find it for you..."

The wasp tilted his head toward the ant, "Oh? And where is it exactly?"

"I'll show you...but you have to let him go."

"Flik--" Hopper started but the wasp squeezed tighter.

He glared down, "What kind of idiot do you take me for? I know it only opens when something changes the timeline. Which is why I'll kill the both of you and open it myself." He drug a claw along Hoppers face, "Then we'll be back home and your precious colony will have lost their beloved inventor and protector."

Flik bit down on his lip, "It won't work if you kill both of us. Hoppers already dead in this timeline. Killing him won't do anything to open up the portal." He took a shaky step forward, "You only have to kill me to get what you want."

The wasp contemplated it a moment. "I see..." He threw Hopper to the ground and approached the ant, "I suppose I'll just leave the waste of space here for the rest of my swarm to kill. You, on the other hand, will be my ticket out of here." He grabbed Flik by the throat and pulled a hand back to swipe. Flik closed his eyes to brace for the impact.

There wasn't any time to steady himself. Hopper blinked through the colored splotches invading his vision. Fighting through the pain in his leg and torso, he stumbled over to a large boulder and lifted the weight above his head. Turning to the wasp, he flung it right into his side. Flik was released and tumbled to the ground, crying in pain as he landed on his bad leg.

The wasp twitched a little beneath the boulder, but Hopper knew it wouldn't be able to survive a hit like that. Without any more hesitation, he rushed over to Flik and helped him up. "The next time you try playing hero, give me a heads up. You're gonna have the whole swarm after you with that information."

Flik gave a feeble smile, "I made it up."

Hopper blinked, "You what?"

"About...about the portal. I made up that stuff so he'd let you go. Sounded good, didn't it?" The ant chuckled weakly.

The grasshopper sighed, smiling small as he lifted the weight off of Fliks leg, "You're gonna get us both killed, kid."

"I like to live life on the edge sometimes," Flik joked.

Atta cautiously walked up to them, eyeing the pinned wasp, "So...you two really are from another world?"

Hopper nodded, "It's a little different from yours. Obviously in ours I'm still alive," he deadpanned.

Flik tensed again as sharp stings coursed through him, "Yeah and I'd like to still be alive when we get home, too."

"Fine...but you're not allowed into the ant hill. You'll stay out here where Thorny will keep an eye on you," Atta glared at Hopper.

The grasshopper figured that as long as Flik was taken care of, he'd be subjected to whatever demands the princess had. Flik, however, had his heart set on not being left alone with these alternate ants. "I-I'm not going unless he comes with me."

Hopper gently pushed the ant toward the princess, "Now isn't the time to be stubborn, kid. You're bleeding out as it is."

Both of them watched intently as another ant scampered to the princess. The Flik of their world didn't seem too different in how he carried himself, if maybe a bit more distant. He hadn't contributed to the conversation at all up until this point. "Atta, maybe it would be better for Hopper to come too. He wouldn't be able to escape our sights."

She considered the idea and eventually relented. "Fliks right," she glared at the alternate, "MY Flik is right...keep your friends close and your enemies closer." With that, she turned on her heel and led them back to the ant hill. Dr Flora made an effort to help Flik lean his weight on her, but with her stout form it didn't do much of a difference. Hopper ended up carrying the ant into the hill, despite the distrustful looks casted to him.

It didn't go past Hopper that during their walk to the infirmary, Phyllis had kept an eye on him. Contrary to the other eyes, hers seemed more relieved than anything else. Hopper placed Flik down on the rock bed while Flora gathered her supplies.

A tiny buzzing entered the room. Dot flew in quickly and landed right beside the injured Flik, "Someone said you were hurt! I came as soon as I co--"

She stopped short as her eyes glanced over to the other Flik. Her Flik. "I think I ate too many blueberries," she laughed, "there's two of you."

Her Flik wrung his hands together, "Uh, Dot, there ARE two of us. Apparently they're from...what was it again?"

"An alternate universe," Hopper answered, startling the young princess.

She gasped, "I thought you were dead!" She jumped back toward the others.

Hopper rolled his eyes, "Wrong universe."

Dot got defensive as she looked between him and the injured ant, "You hurt him, didn't you? I oughta feed you to the bird myself!" She vainly pulled on his lower arms.

"Woah, squirt, calm down." The tugs didn't faze him in the slightest. He picked her up by the nubs of her wings, "I didn't hurt him, wasps did. And hesitate next time before you go hitting bugs three times your size."

Flik scoffed, "Hypocrite." Hopper narrowed his eyes at him.

"Look whose talking," the grasshopper retorted.

"I'm not the one that went running toward them in the first place."

"They were going to sneak up on you, genius. And at least I didn't purposefully get myself captured."

"He was going to kill you!"

"And he wouldn't you?"

Flik crossed his arms, turning from the grasshopper, "I knew you'd save me from him. He might be bigger than you but there's probably no bark to his bite. I'd like to see him lift a whole boulder off the ground, with an injured leg to boot."

"He probably can, kid."

"Not anymore he can't," Flik smirked matter-of-factly up at the grasshopper.

Hopper, in spite of himself, chuckled, "Of all the people to get stuck with it had to be you."

"I know," the ant smiled, "how lucky can you get?" Hopper just rolled his eyes.

Thorny rushed into the room, out of breath, "Your Majesty! It's Dot!" He panted. Atta furrowed her brow, everyone looking at the young ant who stood beside Hopper.

#a bugs life #pixar #hopper #flik #au #short story #draft #archives #writing #fanfiction

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chdarling · 4 years ago

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hello queen. 20, 25, and 27 of your lawless Wild West writing asks if you are so inclined. thank you so much. sending serotonin your way by express mail

Serotonin signed for and received and greatly appreciated, my love! 😘

20. If a witch offered you the choice between eternal happiness with your one true love and the ability to finally finish, perfect, and publish your dearest, darlingest, most precious WIP in exactly the way you’ve always imagined it — which would you choose? You can’t have both sorry, life’s a bitch

Answered here, although @cellularphoneexplosion tipped me off to a loophole, which is that if I gave up perfectionism and accepted an imperfect draft I could have both my WIP AND eternal happiness. 🤔🤔🤔

…I hate this about me, but I’m still not sure one I’d pick. My internal perfectionist is a beast to be reckoned with, and also I’m not sure it’s wise to try and trick a witch.

(The WIP I refer to here is an original novel, I‘m pretty sure I’d give up fanfic for Eternal Happiness, but it would hurt. What even IS eternal happiness? Sounds fake.)

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

Ok ok ok. Ironically when I was writing these questions I really didn’t think about what my own answers would be or what they would expose about me to the world. I hesitate to fully reveal the true depths of my obsessiveness...but we’re here. I’ve exposed myself before. So I might as well admit that I have rough family trees for the major Sacred 28 families (so I know who is inbred to who, right?) and lots of random little pureblood lore that will absolutely never make it into TLE because it’s completely irrelevant. For instance, I just did a deep dive into my files and found this gem:

Elroy Nott (1820-1878) murdered his young wife Melinda Abbott (1839-1862) after she gave birth to a child he took to be a squib. The child, who was actually quite magical, just a little late, was abandoned at a Muggle orphanage and later believed he was a Muggleborn wizard.

Why did I write this? No one knows! Do I remember writing this? Nope! Is this relevant to Anson Nott? Absolutely not! Do we ever meet the descendant of this 19th century would-be squib? No sir! But good thing I know that Anson Nott’s ancestor Elroy was a fucking asshole. 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

I’m pretty sure this was just an instance of “brain-won’t-stop-write-every-little-thought-that-comes-into-your-head” hyperfixation, but oof. 🙈

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

Answered here, but it’s Snape 😂

#honestly I don't remember half the bullshit I've written in TLE over the years #so doing deep dives into my TLE evernote is like discovering new material all the time lmao #why am i like this #ch answers #writing questions

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mac-3-impact · 4 years ago

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Truth is hard to find. It takes time giving examination. It takes research. It takes guts. It takes dedication it takes hard work..Period. Or sometimes it just falls in your lap while you're looking at something I need to go get something looks different about it. Like an orange photographer spot in the wrong place.

A homeless man gave this to me to picture book of the Sistine chapel all about Michelangelo. Michael Angelos been my hero all my life now because of who he was because of what he did. He did something that extra ordinary beyond human. Painting of the Sistine chapel has been treasured for centuries. But he knew what was really going on. I just like to hide things in their work they do it purposely sometimes, another time is it they do it without even intentionally knowing. Especially when you're creating for God. God put his own stuff in the piece too. I figure in the middle of the picture has always been the same to be Christ I don't know where that came from Michaelangelos headed home self or wet it's been centuries and nobody ever tell us about the details of the story, his story, we only see his work. Its the same with God. We dont know God's story. Obviously, he is an alien to our way if thinking. How can love be everything? I camt fond it here on earth. Love has comditions for the terms we live. We imitate and turn it around, making terms and conditions. God gave us those exact things: ten (10) simple commandments. Man is his awesome egotistical intelligence, decided to find loopholes. I know, I did. God was nice to me, only taking away the gas we used for heating and cooking during the dead of winter. Freaky. It sure as hell caught my attention though. Not as much for me as for my "kid" Penelope, a little loving oppossum who found us after the Carr Fire burned 3 miles from the house we were renting. You see, Penelope was disabled. She had crossed eyes and a bad hip and we raised her from a baby, so when we lost heat my worry was for her. She was smart. She climbed under her little doggy bed & blankets for cover. People do that when they see truth in the open. They cover it up for multitude of reason[s]: fear, in all it's forms: anger, sorrow…preserving themselves or some other person…the infamous "white" lie, a lie to stop pain for another person that we Love. Truth comes out eventually. Our hope is they are able to handle it when it does. LOOPHOLE. And what usually happens? Pain is doubled down because now they have the fact you lied to deal with also. Trust is changΣδ. The little white lie grows. Lies are like💡💡🪰 maggots, little white worms growing and adding more to "bug" the loved one later. Ouch. Less(•|•)0n…especially👩‍❤️‍👨. Commandments📜a "Shun" iπ stone🗿WOW🤔hmm…think about it a while. Stew on it 👩‍💻 👨‍💻. Remember when you stir latest 💩 on your neighbor. Word[s] are⚡️power⚡️iΠ our 🌎everywhere👀.☕️🕖. ᏔᎻᎬΠ👁📲📯calls✌️🎁Σδ🗣💬ᎾᏢᎬΠ📖📬📬🙋🏻‍♂️👨🏻‍🎨ᎦᏢᎬᎪᏦ[s]☁️👇 🙄ᎢᎡ•Ꮜ•ᏆᎻ👀.(👁👃🏼❤️) ➡️ ⚠️ᎪᏐᎡ¥ ♻️ᎢᎪᏞᎬ[s]👉couΠᎿ☝️✌️🤟🖖🖐👋📖👀⚡️🗣💬📬👥🌎🙏Face👩‍💻it👨‍💻👀☝️💬iΠ🖼🙄⚪️🦓😳⬇️0π🐑🖖🕖

Don’t Trust Tumblr, Please

So I’ve seen this post floating around a lot, and the pictures in it are immensely powerful. And almost all of them are real.

Almost.

One picture, though, bothered me—not because it looked fake, but because it looked like the moment before a truly horrific tragedy, and I was troubled by the idea that I was looking at something that perhaps only moments later resulted in death. It was this picture:

So I did a quick image search

and found that it was all over pinterest and twitter and such, which are… unhelpful sources at the best of times. But I did see the picture posted on Reddit, which is a cesspool but usually is pretty good about sourcing its shit. And:

Sure enough, when I looked up the trailer, here was that exact moment:

Welp.

But why does this matter? In the dozen or so pictures of that really great post, one of them wasn’t a genuine moment of protest against or confrontation with an oppressive, bigoted authority. That’s not a big deal, right?

Maybe not. But it shows how easy it is to sneak in fake information, misleading information, or just wrong information into posts that are largely accurate. And if you’re scrolling through and think “90% of this is stuff I agree with, the other 10% is probably fine too,” you’re more apt to digest the fake stuff along with the real stuff.

This is particularly important right now, when we’re on the eve of US elections that will quite literally decide our country’s fate for the next fifty years; we cannot, CANNOT trust the things that are reblogged onto our dashboard, even by our good friends (the person who reblogged this onto my timeline is a friend who is imminently trustworthy, for example). We have to be mindful, we have to check sources, we have to consider what we’re looking at.

And that’s not fun! That’s not what tumblr is here for, for most of us; God knows I’d much rather reblog the 1000th gifset of Schitt’s Creek or some shit. But unfortunately, social media isn’t just a place to have fun anymore; it’s been weaponized, quite literally, by people who want us to believe shitty things and are very, very good at sneaking those shitty beliefs into places where we won’t notice them until they’re part of our own ideology.

This isn’t a command that you have to source every single picture or bit of information you reblog; but it is a request that you stop to think. Humans tend to chase the feeling of validation and confirming their own beliefs, and that’s totally understandable. But don’t mistake validation for the truth.

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