#I have more to say but then I really will have Said Too Much. ok goodbye

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sincerest apologies if you've been asked and said something about this before, but i'm curious what your process for coming up with your characters is! the way the isat cast are written is so good and well rounded, they each really feel like a person. how do you develop them to that point! for that matter, was there any interesting Character behind the scenes development between comic!siffrin and game siffrin as their story changed and became more fleshed out? thank you so much if you decide to answer, and if you don't that's ok too and i hope you have a good day!

ok i feel like i have answered this before, but it's not in my #reference tag so you get a whole new answer!!!!!!

-figure out a Trope. a Fella full of Tropes. like omg thats a Fella who Likes Puns. take your Trope Fella thats your basis.

-give them a secret. or more. the secrets will drive their actions. this Fella has amnesia and also has abandonment issues. do not reveal the secrets until the Right Moment, but you should often allude to it

-with those two things you will get Rules. this is a Fella who likes Puns. they use puns to deflect. so if someone asks a question that is a little too close to home, they will ALWAYS DEFLECT.

-write them in so many situations. how would they react to this? what would they say here? how would they answer when someone asks about their favorite hobby? would they be honest about it? or are they lying about it? why?

-every situation theyre into should go back to the rules. even if you're the only one who knows it. just a sprinkle to make people go "huh that was a weird reaction...."

-that way, people experiencing the story again will be able to go "OH MY GOD... THAT WASNT A PUN OUT OF NOWHERE... THAT WAS A /DEFLECTION/" and they will love it.

-rules are here to be broken. but only for the best moments ever

-lastly, give them a hobby or two to make them seem like real people. be REAL specific about it. this girl doesnt just like romance books she likes MONSTER ROMANCE

[thisisjustfanfic]

"I Know Him"

A little drabble about Zayne knowing Caleb and their past. I got a little worm in my brain and had to write a little. (Done as a writing warmup for larger session)

{SFW, Zayne x Reader, Caleb x Reader, Reader is MC}

Read on ao3

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Zayne Knows Caleb

As a child, you don’t notice things like adults do. You don’t think about the subtext of a person’s actions or their words. Things just are when you’re a child.

Growing up after the Chronoshift Catastrophe was an odd experience, but only from the outside, because to the children it was just the new normal. Adults did their best to shelter the youth from the truth and protect their fragile innocence, regardless of how scared they might be. 

Everyone had lost someone, some had lost more than others. Zayne’s parents had pulled him aside one evening to speak candidly about how while he still had his mother and father, the other children might not and he should be sensitive of that. 

You were one of those children. One of the many left without a family or a home. His parent’s had noticed the two of you interacting more in the neighborhood, and thought it prudent to warn him. 

After that talk, he remembers looking at you a little differently. In that, he actually looked at you. Before you were just another child in the sandbox, or climbing a tree. You weren’t really a face or a name. Not until then. Then is when he really looked at you. At your carefree smile. At the ease with which you talked to others. And he remembers thinking, surely his parents must be wrong. You were so happy. 

Caleb was another of those children, but when Zayne was warned about him things began to make sense. Caleb was quieter than you were but not by much, and he always had something to say in regards to the way things were done or how they were executed. Like an irritated parent telling the children how to behave. 

Maybe Caleb had stepped into place for you, and that’s why you still smiled so easily. Or maybe you just were stronger than other children. Zayne wasn’t sure which to think. 

As a child, the behavior was inexplicable. As an adult, Zayne could decipher the signs. 

You were sweet because you didn’t know anyway else to be, and you knew that your smile made others smile. You were kind. Honest. Brilliant. 

Perhaps, even then, Zayne had loved you. In that innocent, shimmery way that children loved. He orbited you like a star, and he was but a dwarf planet. Too small to be recognized, and too nervous to speak his mind. 

Though, maybe if he had…if he had made it clearer how important you were to him back then, then Caleb wouldn’t have been so bold. 

As a child, Caleb had just been annoying. Bossy and too controlling. He had to tell Zayne and the other kids what to do and how to do it. The worst was his claim on you. 

“I’m like her brother now!” Caleb would bark at the others, “So it’s my job to make sure she’s safe!”

Infantile, truly. But a warning sign that someone should have seen. Certainly no child would have been able to recognize the budding obsession your pseudo-brother was forming for you. 

“No! You can't tag her!” Caleb had shouted more than once during a simple game of tag. “She doesn’t count! Go after someone else!”

OTher adults probably thought it was sweet. Zayne, looking back, would have thought so too, but other times…

“You can’t be on anyone else’s team, ok?” Zayne caught Caleb whispering to you one day. “You’re only really safe with me, and so we have to stick together.”

You nodded happily to him, and Zayne, for the first time in his life, felt the corrosiveness of jealousy. Why couldn’t he get you to smile like that? Why did Caleb make it look so easy?

When they were getting close to their teenage years, the memories are clearer and perhaps Caleb learned to be more subtle. 

“I don’t want to live here when I’m older,” Caleb said to you as the three of you sat in a tree at the edge of the neighborhood, “We should find a place quieter than this. The city makes my head hurt.”

Zayne knew he wasn’t talking to him. Only to you. You just laughed and mentioned your fondness for Linkon, and your desire to become a hunter. 

They were twelve and Zayne was finally old enough to realize that his heart racing when you were around wasn’t just a coincidence. He’d gotten a hang oof his evol by that point, and would use it to show off sometimes. Snow in the summer. Freezing your drink. Leaving you a seal made of snow. 

It was that last gift that must have been too far. Caleb caught him alone, fire in his violet eyes. 

“I heard you lost control of your evol.” Caleb said with his arms crossed. His juvenile brow furrowed.

Zayne was surprised and ashamed. It’d been a few days ago. A slip up where his evol got out of control and he left half the park covered in ice. There hadn’t been many people there– you weren’t there, and Caleb wasn’t either. How did he find out?

Caleb must have seen the confusion on Zayne’s face and scoffed, “Stay away from her. It’s my job to make sure she stays safe, and you’ll put her in danger if you can’t control yourself.”

Zayne opened his mouth to argue, Caleb’s possession over you having finally gone too far. But Caleb stopped him.

“Do you want to kill her?” Caleb hissed, taking a step forward to step into Zayne’s space. “You know what she’s like! She’ll go running to help you and you’ll end up– ugh. Just– just, stay away.”

Caleb turned on his heel and left, not giving Zayne even a moment to argue. And the longer he thought about it, maybe Caleb was right. 

Was he too dangerous to be around you? Your heart condition was already scary enough, but what if you were around when his evol lost control? What if you– perfect and compassionate– tried to help him. 

Zayne decided that day he wouldn’t go back to your side until he could control it. Until there wasn’t a question whether or not you were safe. 

Because if he hurt you, he’d never forgive himself. But now, as an adult, Zayne would neither forgive Caleb either. 

[yamumsyadadd]

The forgotten girl (13)

Relief washed over me once I got home. As hard as it was to tell Alexia what truly happened, it also felt good. I knew I had to tell Leah, Keira and Lucy. Keira would be easy enough, I would write it all down and give it to her. Lucy would be mad as hell, not at me but at them. Leah would cry or just shut down. 

After having a quick shower and doing the rest of my nighttime routine, I decided now would be the best time to call Leah. I was on a roll.

She answered on the first ring, “Milly? Are you ok?” 

“Yeah lee, I’m okay I just want to talk to you about something. Something that happened that night. If you can’t talk now that’s okay, but I want to be honest with you.”

“Yeah no of course. Go ahead, I’m listening.” 

I spilled it all. I tired not to go into too much detail about it because i didn’t want to scar her too badly. By the end of it, we were both crying. Neither of us said anything for a while, just processing the information. 

“I, ah, I haven’t told Keira, or Lucy.” 

“Thank you for telling me. Have you told anyone else?”

“Alexia.”

“Oh?”

“That’s the next time I wanted to talk about.”

“Go on….”

“We are going on a date tomorrow. Just a coffee date before training.” 

“Right…” I knew she wanted to say more. 

Sighing loudly, “Say it Leah.” 

“Don’t let her rush you into this. Do this on your timeline Amelia. I know you’ve been in love with her for ages but you need to not rush it.” 

“Leah I know. She knows. We agreed to take things slow, things will move on my timeline, not hers.” 

“Okay. Does Keira know?” 

“No. I haven’t told anyone but you. Just keep it quiet ok?”

“Yea yea. Okay. Listen I gotta go. I love you, tell me how it goes yeah?” 

“Night lee. Love you too.” 

One down, two to go. 

Finally sleep was welcomed by me, the warm fuzziness of my bedding lulled me right to sleep. It was a dreamless sleep, but when I woke up I was extremely well rested. It was such a good sleep that from the minute I got out of bed, I kept thinking how good it would be to go back to bed tonight. 

Alexis and I agreed to the cafe around the corner from my apartment, 2 hours before training. I know she thought that was an insanely long amount of time, but I knew she liked being there an hour early and since she was my ride, I wouldn’t make her change her routine. 

As I arrived at the cafe, I took the booth at the very back. We’d have some privacy without people stopping for photos or to talk to us. I sat nervously picking at my fingers, so far in my own head that I didn’t hear the bell above the door or even notice her until she was standing above me. 

“Oh shit, hi!” A smiled, getting up to hug her. 

“Are you ok?” Concern riddled her voice, her eyebrows furrowed. 

“Yeah no I’m, um, I’m nervous?” 

“I’m nervous too Mil. Really really nervous.”

The first fifteen minutes were awkward but after that, it felt like old times. Conversation flowed, we laughed, she held my hand. There was no reason to be nervous, after all it was just Lex. 

“We should go.” I said after she finished her story about Alba. Confusion was evident on her face, “you like to be at training an hour early so we should go now so you can.” 

“It’s ok. I’m ok to be late you know.” 

“I know Lex. But I also know you like your routines and you strive on them so vamos!” 

The walk to her car was silent, she was stewing over something. The drive to the facility was much the same, the radio faintly playing. Occasionally when I looked over, I noticed her gripping the wheel very hard. As soon as we pulled up to the facility, she looked like she was about to bolt. 

“Alexia. Stop.” I grabbed her arm to prevent her from leaving the car. “What’s going on in that head of yours? Talk to me, please.”

“I don’t want you to think that I’m boring.” 

“What?” 

“My routines. I have them yes, I enjoy them. But I don’t want you to think that I prefer my routines over you. Because I don’t. I would get rid of all of them if you asked me too.” 

“Oh ale.” I cupped her face to make her look at me, “I love all of you. I love your routines, because they make you calm, they help you be the best. The best person, the best player and the best captain. I love all your little quirks and your insecurities. I love them all because I love you. So no, I don’t want you to get rid of your routines, and I don’t think you’re boring. Hell I’d follow you around like a puppy if you wanted.” 

She chuckled, “I would follow you too.” 

With that settled we made our way inside, her hand in mine with my thumb rubbing her hand. I sat down and watched Lex get herself ready. I always admired it, the way she had everything perfectly done, she was in control. With some encouragement from me that I was fine alone in the change rooms, she kissed my forehead and left to continue her routine. 

Slowly the girls started pouring in and I started getting ready. Keira, Lucy and Ona were the last ones in. 

“Her car isn’t in the car park and she didn’t text me. Maybe she said something to Ale?” Keira was always a worrier. She hid it well from the outside world but not from her teammates or friends. 

“Relax Kei, maybe she’s just running late.” Lucy was usually the more calm one of the pair. 

“Who is running late?” I piped up from behind them. 

“Amel-“ Keira started, “how did you get here? Your car isn’t here? You didn’t text me?” She engulfed me in a hug, as if I’d been missing for 3 years. 

“ relax Kei. Ale drove me here. We had coffee this morning.” Unbeknownst to me, Mapi, Keira and Lucy all shared a look.

Keira, Lucy and I all walked towards the gym together. “Do you think we can get dinner tomorrow? Take out at mine?” looking weirdly at me but agreeing nonetheless. 

Training went by in a blur. We had a game coming up this weekend against Athletico Madrid. I took my time after training, knowing that Lex had her own routine and I was happy to just scroll through my phone. 

“Amelia, you need a lift?” 

“No-“

“I’m taking her, thanks Marta.” Alexia interrupted, giving Marta a smile before she left. 

“I’m sorry for taking so long Mil. I will-“

“You will do nothing expect keep your routine going. I don’t care how long I have to wait. If I did I would’ve left with Keira or Marta.” I stood up and cupped her face, “I promise, you keep doing you.” 

I kissed her gently, which turned into a fight for dominance. We stopped before it got too heated, on account of being in the locker room and taking it slow. I sat back down and continued to scroll through my phone, trying to show Alexia that I didn’t care how long she took, it didn’t work. 

After 10 minutes of her “not rushing”, she grabbed both our bags and flung them over her shoulder, then grabbed my hand and walked us to the car. The car ride was spent talking about nonsense, things that really didn’t matter in the grand scheme of life but it was nice. As we pulled up to my apartment she started fiddling with her whoop, I took the chance to speak up. 

“Yes I will go on another date with you. Does Sunday lunch after our game work? I know you have family dinner on Sunday night.” 

“We can do dinner on Sunday if that’s what your would prefer? It’s okay-“

“Stop. If lunch works for you, then it works for me. You’re going to dinner with your family Ale.” I smiled at her and she nodded her head.“Lunch it is then, I know a place so I’ll text you the address on Sunday. Thank you for driving me home and for coffee. Goodnight Ale.” I kissed her cheek, grabbed my bag and got out. Not bothering to turn back because if I did, I would’ve invited her upstairs, but we are taking things slow. 

Almost painfully slow. 

[hockeyforbabes]

amber at the winter classic just in the wag jacket and beanie and connor is obsessed and loves skating around with her

Winter Classic

Master List

^^^edited image by me

"Ow not so tight!" Amber complains.

"They've got to be tight to protect your ankles," I remind her while I tie up her skate, "Ok other foot."

She switches her feet and lets me tie up the other one with no complaints this time.

"God you look good," I say with a smile taking her in as I stand up from tying her skates.

She gives me an appreciative smile and takes my hands, letting me help her stand up. Slowly, we walk to the rink, and I do my best to keep her balanced.

I take a step out on the ice first and hold her hands, "Ok just remember to go slow and bend your knees."

Cautious she takes a hesitant step onto the ice and flails a little when she wobbles but I quickly reach out to hold her steady.

"Connor Bedard I swear to God if you let me fall again..." She threatens.

I can tell she is getting frustrated with her inability to stay steady on the ice but I can't help the smile on my face. Her little yelps every time she starts to slide and the way her brows are furrowing in concentration are too cute.

This isn't her first time at a family skate event with me but her skating hasn't improved. Unfortunately, our first time skating together I wasn't prepared for how uncoordinated on the ice she would be and I let her fall. She was fine but she hasn't let me forget it.

"Baby, I've got you," I assure her wrapping my arms around her waist.

"That's what you said last time and I ended up on the ground," she glares at me.

She's just so cute I can't help but laugh, "Actually we ended up on the ground," I correct, "remember I cushioned your fall when you took us down."

"It was your fault though, you weren't holding me tight enough," She argues but her tone is light.

I pull her in closer to me holding her tight so there is no space between us as I skate us around, "Is this better?"

"Much better," she says finally smiling at me and placing her hands on my shoulders.

I pull her around the rink for a little bit as she gains her footing on the ice. We stop every now and then talking to some of the players and their kids. After she seems a little more comfortable I shift so now I'm behind her but I still hold her tight.

"Connor," She warns when she wobbles a little from me shifting.

"I know, I've still got you," I smile then lean in close to whisper, "just wanted to get a better look at the jacket."

I've seen her with my name and number on her back countless times at this point but I still get a little giddy every time. I wouldn't call myself possessive but I can't help how happy it makes me when she wears my name and everyone knows she is my girl. Today she is wearing a long cream parka with my name and number on it that the WAGs designed and got for all the girls.

After we had been official for a few months one of the players ' wives reached out to me for Amber's number so she could be included in the WAG stuff. Amber was apprehensive at first but she has grown close to a few of them and she always jokes about loving the "free swag".

"Have I mentioned how much I love this jacket?" I say still keeping my voice low.

"Oh, just a few times," she grins, "You just love me in anything that shows I'm yours."

"Sue me, so what if I want everyone to know you're my girl," I say leaning in to kiss her.

She turns her head to the side so I land on her cheek, "Connor there are a lot of cameras here," she says gesturing to all the media.

I groan knowing she is right. We are public with our relationship now and are proud to show each other off but we aren't big on PDA. The stupid photographers at every event make it hard though because sometimes I just really want to kiss my girlfriend.

"I don't care right now, you look so beautiful in the jacket and I'm so happy you are here. Just one?" I plead.

She looks around and then sighs, "Fine you can have one."

As soon as she says the words my lips are on hers. The kiss is simple and fairly PG but it feels good to finally get to kiss her. I can hear an increase in the camera shutters but it doesn't matter right now. After a moment we pull away but I don't let her out of my arms.

"Instagram is gonna go crazy with that picture," I joke.

"I'm sure they've already gotten plenty of pictures of you holding me too," she points out.

"So what? Everyone can know we are gross and in love, I don't care," I respond spinning her around.

"Oh my God what has gotten into you Connor," she says unable to contain her laughter.

I shrug, "I don't know I'm just really happy right now."

Grabbing her hands we continue our skate and I continue staring at her. Watching her wave to the wives and my teammates, her nose turning red from the cold, her giggles at the kids running around almost knocking people over. I'm so obsessed with this girl it's insane.

Soon I have to do media for tomorrow so I drop her off at the rink exit with a small kiss on her forehead.

"I just have a few interviews I have to do and then I'm all yours," I say not wanting to leave her.

I'm sad to leave her but I know I'll see her in just a little while. She goes off with the other WAGs and helps wrangle in some of Foligno's kids.

I keep watching her on the sidelines until I hear the boys call for me. "Bedsy get that dopey grin off your face and come do this interview."

Author's note <3

This request was fun to write and I loved making the social media post for it. Remember to feel free to send in requests, I love the inspo.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

was talking to my brother the other day after i rewatched dark phoenix and he was like 'why is everyone so mean to charles in this movie?? were they always this mean to him ?? is it cause he's bald now- he lost his pretty privilege??' and i fear i havent recovered

[moeblob]

A lil guy !

[mel-loly]

-Thank you to everyone who is still here liking, commenting and reblogging my content, even though I'm not posting much “fandom stuff” anymore, you're still here! And I really appreciate that.. (and that makes me so happy, that as I showed in the “comic”, it moves me, so- thank you, really!!) :]💛

Also- a tip: there are also many other blogs that don't post fandom stuff, but when they do, they get more likes and reblogs than the original/other content.. So also give love to those people who have your original content, reblog, like, comment, because that's what they need! Recognition for your original content! And I know you won't regret it, and it won't hurt you to do what I said! In fact, you will be doing good and giving such love that many wanted and deserve.

A big kiss/p and a hug! Even for those who only like it when I post fandom stuff, I still love you so much, and I won't stop making this type of content, ok? I just want to give more voice to what I have to give as original, because that's what makes me happy and well ^^

-Melissa, Designer.

[alohaasaloevera]

ok maybe klance is boring cause it’s everywhere and maybe they don’t share too many scenes together so but I don’t really give a shit! look at them! they’re so…klance. i say there’s another few months give or take before my interest in them finally burns out and it stays dormant for like two years before I pick it up again and i go feral over the two because they’re KLANCE

[hilacopter]

torn between not being able to trust goyim to not be antisemitc anymore unless they really prove me otherwise and going "I guess we'll get along" when they find out I'm Israeli and still treat me like a human being

[frogeyedape]

I am so unbelievably pissed off. FUCK HOAs

Oh, my trash/recycling bin can't be visible except on pickup day? Ok whatever fine I hate you but I can deal with this

Weekly inspections?????? FU FU FU FU FU

SECOND NOTICE ALSO WE'RE CHARGING YOU MONEY TO SEND YOU CERTIFIED MAIL OF THIS TOTALLY LEGIT TOTALLY SECOND NOTICE OF WHAT IS ACTUALLY A VIOLATION cue me: checks notes. Hmm. My recycling bin was. on the curb. on recycling pickup day. You know. The day it has to be out. The day it is motherfucking ALLOWED TO BE FUCKING OUT AND VISIBLE.

so. 1) not a violation

I have sent them the trash AND recycling pickup schedules, which are DIFFERENT, btw

I have disputed the fact of the violation

I have disputed the linking of this "violation" to a previous violation MONTHS AGO--their "first notice" in this case was a "Courtesy Notice" LITERALLY 5 MONTHS AGO and they've done so many inspections since then and my bin CLEARLY WASN'T OUT IN THOSE INTERVENING MONTHS so WTMFH

So I am posting like a crazy person here instead of sending the absolutely deranged email I almost sent (I did send a slightly less deranged version with the disputes, and requesting a hearing)

OMG. It has been. Less than one hour since I learned this fun fun news. My bin was out YESTERDAY, y'all. YESTERDAY. I am going to blow a gasket

[lupins-hehim-pussy]

I wanna know ur Fontaine msq criticisms 👁️👁️👂I’m all ears

I'm not sure if you wanted me to talk about this secretly or publicly but! Here I go!

The TLDR: Fontaine MSQ aestheticised prison, poverty, child abuse, the justice system/court and didn't properly address any of it.

More:

Focalors/Furina has way too much of a sympathetic angle for a dictator who's lets people drown with her inaction.

Neuvillette feels Bad for sentencing some people to death/prison, but that's it. He's one of the most powerful people in Fontaine. If he felt like there are systemic injustices, I.E sending an abused Child to prison, he should be the first person to DO something about it, not just cry and be sad so the audience can be like aw, that's complex character writing isn't it? No it's not! And guilt doesn't absolve you!!!!!!! (These are stuff we deal with in OTCOJ read my fic now /j)

Meropide has children in it, both Sentenced there (Wriothesley) and BORN THERE (Lanoire), and this is just a quirk of the place. Not only that, Meropide accepts prisoners of all genders and crimes. There are abusers and abuse victims in one place. Do you know how bad that is? How much potential for crimes to happen in a place like that— oh wait, Meropide isn't under Fontaine's jurisdiction. If you are assaulted as an inmate it literally means nothing to the court.

Wriothesley had no qualifications when he took over. Depending on how long he lived on the streets, how old he was when he killed his parents, how old he was when he was first taken in by the orphanage, etc, the man might never have more than 4–5 years of formal education. Sigewinne probably had to teach him how to write reports. And do Meropide's spreadsheets. Edit because I forgot to elaborate on this one: This isn't a point brought up anywhere, which is bad, because when poverty and incarceration robs you of a proper education (and the rights to vote in many places too, too, by the way), it reduces your prospects for jobs, reduces many people's ability to get a home etc etc. Wriothesley was just, narratively, Given his position.

Meropide is an industrialized prison, and they portray this as a good thing. Prisoners are paid in coupons for their labour, and this is also portrayed as a good thing.

The One-Meal-A-Day reform was something Paimon gushed about being so great of a perk, that people might want to go to jail for food (could be interesting and reflective of systemic poverty if MHY had brains, but they don't, so I was just Pissed because essentially all Paimon wanted to say was "Prison isn't so bad, but still don't go to prison guys! Prison labour is really hard!"). By the way, in most real-world prisons they are obligated to feed you three meals a day. Because that's how much food a human needs. MHY went with one meal just so they can say "if you want to eat more, you have to work." And then the welfare meal is a goddamn gacha. So imagine you're a starving child who's too weak to work in the fucking robot assembly line, and you wander up for your first meal in 24 hours, only to luck in with a shit one. I'd kill myself.

They wrote Wriothesley, who's a victim of the system, into a guy who's say shit like "I'm the Duke I can do whatever I want" for a cool moment where he choke-slams an inmate (I know he was a bad guy. But also, in copaganda when cops are violent/disregarding protocols, they are always only portrayed to do that against bad guys, so what does our critical thinking tells us about this one?) They wrote Wriothesley, who was an inmate of a prison so bad, so notorious that it is the literal boogeyman of Fontaine, that has a legal (???) fighting pit, with an administrator who abuses his position to be unreasonable, to willingly stay in the place and become an Administrator who would choke-slam an inmate while saying a cool line about how he has the power to do whatever he wants. They wrote him, the guy who had to be fed on the streets by melusines, to think one-meal-a-day was a good enough reform (while he spends god-knows how much on his boat). This wasn't a victim-turns-into-abuser narrative either, they want all this to be seen as positive character growth.

And then, the final kicker is, they gloss over his entire abuse. You can only read about these shit in his profile, which most people don't because they don't Have Him or doesn't care to unlock it/read it online, and they jammed his entire backstory into a flaccid info-dump at the end of his character story quest. This man isn't Allowed to feel abused and neglected and show any reaction to it within the narrative of Fontaine itself, because if they actually Gave Weight to what happened to him, they'd have to confront THE FUCKING JUSTICE SYSTEM they had NO PLANS on criticising. I don't think they ever explicitly said the fucking Crime-Theatre nonsense was Bad either.

I could go on, but this is already so long. But yeah, I hope this gave you an idea.

[tittyinfinity]

contemplating deleting my blog soon I might make a new blog but idk

[simcardiac-arrested]

zavijava info PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!! PLEASEEEEE ZAVIJAVA COME HOME ... PLEASE .... umm um um ill tell you about umm . tma au im making for nastya if u tell me about her .PLEASE!!!!!!!

so she is definitely a star of some kind. i mean she is an angel but in that story in particular The Stars are kind of angels. like they’re otherworldly beings and they jus kinda hang out. cosmically. it’s a different dimension separated from the human one but like, obviously stars still exist for humans, they just don’t do anything crazy because the rules of the world dictate that their realities shouldn’t interact. angels can observe the other world from far up above yet they still exist on a different level. But tbh zavijava had never enjoyed the otherworldly ethereal whatever lifestyle—she just didn’t feel like she fit in there. she is a #1 humans fan though so she knows that’s where she’d fit in. so she does just that. she fits in perfectly :) and normally :) yay :)

[dennisboobs]

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[skeletonfromthecloset]

added too much milk to my tea. i fear my life may be over 💔💔

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what is your favorite thing about charles and your favorite thing about erik? separately, as in what you like most about their characters :]

a devious question this one is, my friend!!! it's hard enough for me to explain my thoughts cohesively, but having to pick ONE thing i particularly love is difficult. with characters like charles and erik, theres been so much done with their characters over the decades and so they have so many components to them that make them so interesting and fun to observe. BUT I TRY FOR YOU TODAY. under the cut i kinda ramble and the size of this text box makin me anxious

i think if i were to be simple and broad, what i enjoy most about charles is his determination to help others, even if he isn't really thanked and/or if people don't even like him. ofc, this isn't to say he hasn't done wrong- to be honest, the fact he does wrong/questionable things at times is another aspect of him i really enjoy, maybe because- broadly speaking- he's meant to be altruistic (intent vs outcome and all that). i don't know if that's super exciting to most people, but it is for me

as for erik, my reason for liking him is easier to explain tbh. To Be Simple And Broad, his progression from villain to antihero over the decades has been fun to observe (as much as i have so far anyhow) and analyze. i think to be a bit more specific, him using his rage and pain as justifications for his villainous actions is definitely what compels me the most: hurt people hurt and the sort, an idea i've always found interesting (something something vicious cycles and the like). yet now, he recognizes this wasn't really. A Just Thing To Do and is beginning to change that, which i enjoy