#I may not respond to all but I see them all

[psycheetamore]

@houserautha : thank you for this vulnerable post. I feel you. I support you. I love you for writing this. I love you for writing TDE and the one shots.

When I first joined Tumblr I did not feel entitled to comment on anything. Now I have more of a FU, I will comment on whatever approach. So where I may not have been commenting on every single bit, I have been mentioning your work here and there.

Let me be a bit introspective. Show some of the negative impacts the point you raise, which I also undergo, have caused me to commit.

A first disclaimer to add: I know I am in no way entitled to any response from anyone. This is a me-problem. I know that. That does not mean it does not hurt. But that is not a you-problem, it is a me-problem.

I have been inclined so often to make a similar post. But what refrained me, is that I know some of the topics I explore in my fics are quite niche, and that I know my writing qualities are nowhere near for instance yours. Anyhow, it has made me feel not entitled to make this observation, but if you do it, with your wonderful writing style and mix of plot & smut, while capturing our na-Baron's heart perfectly, then I am entitled to support you by sharing my own feelings.

A bit of background on what I have tried to do to keep the fandom alive, and how it has (not) been responded to:

I try to comment increasingly on posts, trying to increase engagement and kickstart a convo. Sometimes I will go out of my way and do lenghty reposts. Yet this more often does not result in any responses than it does. Again: I am not entitled to any response, me responding does not mean anyone is obliged to respond. But even the lack of a smiley or whatever makes me feel like I am a social outcast (it throws me back to my youth, truly). Sometimes I will see in the blogger's page that they are on a spectrum, which removes that negative feeling btw - in such cases I will continue.

I became a member to a Feyd community (invitation only thing). I felt so honoured! I dragged in some of my favourite fanfic writers, who all happily obliged. Only to see that after a first few posts from my hand the responses started to decline. With the last posts resulting in zero engagement. Nobody owes me anything, but it makes it hard to stay in there. It feels like rejection (more on that below), and I have too much self respect to act like a puppy being kicked repeatedly yet coming back. Again: this is all about my feelings, and nobody owes me shit.

I write fanfic. My writing style is not there with the Feyd author gods I so adore. Working on that, pouring my heart and soul in it, and it is ok if people don't like it. Somehow, few likes and no comments allows me to see my fic as niche, while a lot of likes and no comments make me feel more empty? I don't know.

And it has started to bug me. It has caused me to have periods of negative vibes around tumblr. It has concretely caused a few types of responses:

I have stepped out of the Feyd Tumblr Community Group. I thought about it for a few months. Was very reluctant as I dragged in quite a few people. That tbh has reduced these feelings; stepping out of that has been positive for my mental welbeing.

With people who engage with me, I will return the favour. With people who don't, I will feel reluctance. With a few I even thought about unfollowing them. I prioritise commenting on authors who engage with me on a regular basis, over great authors who don't. Perhaps it is because it makes me feel they are entitled. This is bad, because this causes the downward spiral. And there could be good reasons why they do not ready any of the fics I write, even if I tag them very deliberately (I do not tag a lot). And again: I am not entitled to anything. But it hurts. And effectively it makes me respond & engage less than if I would be a 100% happy go lucky me. Want my engagement, want my engagement continuously? A little pat on the back will go a far way.

I write less than I would want to. I am an extravert. I thrive on engagement with people. Bouncing ideas of them. Lack of it has a negative impact.

Esp around christmas I felt quite horrible about all of this. It was esp the result of a few bloggers who suddenly did not respond anymore. It made me feel so rejected. Like I did something wrong. It made me contemplate quitting tumblr a couple of times. But I decided not to do that, because this is not the first time this happened, so it is something linked to me, not tumblr as such. It made me do some soulsearching. It stems from my youth. I listened to quite some podcasts, read articles etc. I learned that I am hardwired for rejection. Everything that happens, or does not happen, will be seen in my head as rejection. I feel so freaking ashamed to admit this, tbh. I have only 1 real life friend I dared to admit this to. I felt so ashamed around christmas, that I was being brought to these obsessive feelings over a fricking fandom. I am nearly at tears writing this. No, let's be honest. I am in tears.

And this is all not helping the fandom! I am showing behaviour that is not helping this fandom I so much love. With the bloggers I mentioned who stopped responding, I later on continued to have some nice convo's (but I feel held back to show myself as deeply as I did before - I am hardwired for rejection), showing it is a problem with me and how I interpret actions.

But that is all not helping the point you so rightfully raise. The topic on how we keep this fandom alive.

To keep it alive we do not need a lot of people, we need a few people who are willing to engage a lot.

In the real world my suggestion would be to gather a core group of Feyd girlies who see this as an issue and have proven to be active and supportive, and do something about it. Like voluntarily promise to try to support each other. I hoped this would be the case with the Feyd community I stepped out of last week, but unfortunately it wasn't.

This is a fandom: the fact that it is declining is by itself the rightful consequence of its members not feeling it is worth having. So, my crude conclusion is that the decline is the natural consequence of what all of us are willing to put into this.

But, now I have poured my heart and soul into this post, it has caused relief. And I have an idea. Because not only am I hardwired to find rejection and look at myself in a bad way, I am also hardwired to see solutions.

personally I think it’s a shame how fandoms “died” too soon these days. I’m not talking in literal sense and I know there are people who stay passionate about their fandoms long after the hype is gone. I’m talking about the “popularity” and how people in general engage with a piece of media they like and how fast they let the hype die down? I don’t know if I’m making any sense, but what I’m trying to say is a fanfic or a fan art of a show that is recently released will get tons of likes, comments, reblogs which is great. but the engagement for fan made content about that same show usually drops drastically — and I mean drastically — once the show is no longer “recent”. and I’m not even talking about when the show is several years old. because you can see the significant drop of engagement a fanfic or fan art about that show receives once the show is like a month old or two. it’s discouraging how most people tend to lose interest and stop engaging with fanfic / fan art once its source material is no longer “new and shiny”.

especially when writing fanfics and creating fan art take time. writers and artists often receive less engagement / appreciation for their works if they take “too long” to create and the source material is no longer “new and shiny” and so people move on to something else that’s new and shiny. it’s heartbreaking to see.

obviously this is in no way to manipulate or guilt trip people into engaging with anything. because yeah you can do whatever you want. this isn’t to force, manipulate or guilt trip anyone into liking or reblogging a fan work or anything. this is just me hoping people will one day take things slower and enjoy things they’re passionate about longer like how we used to in the past.

[xoxochb]

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“well I had a dream last night,” you sigh.

“hm, yeah? about what?”

percy tightly wraps his arms around your waist, keeping you tucked against him as his face goes to your shoulder taking in a large almost comical inhale of your scent. you splay your hands along his upper back to assure he keeps close.

“well it started with me and you and we—”

“I was in your dream? what was I doing… with you?” with feeling his smirk, you don’t really want to respond.

you cut out the part of the dream he would’ve enjoyed hearing and begin from the middle.

“we weren’t doing anything. we were at the dining pavilion and we were eating breakfast—”

“if I may—”

“you may not.”

he nods once. “go on, sweet girl, I’m all ears.”

“you had pancakes with strawberries and I had pancakes with blueberries. you were upset because your strawberries weren’t blue so I offered to make them blue for you.”

“food dye?”

“no. I squeezed the blueberries onto the strawberries and y’know how usually blueberries have red insides? they were blue this time and dyed the entire strawberry.”

you feel percy’s hand rubbing your back in such a soothing mannerism you only wish to curl deeper into him and remain there forever. your brain suddenly feels fuzzy with the affection.

“what happened next?”

“uhmmm…” you bite your lip. you think as hard as humanly possible but his hand so soft and so calloused and so calming and fits so perfectly against your skin like it was made to touch you. “we ate the pancakes.”

“that’s all that happened?” percy’s voice is muffled.

“yeah.”

“that was short.”

“well it got cut short because you woke me up!”

percy pinches your waist. “not on purpose, sweet girl, I’d never do that to you.”

“not on purpose but you have a drooling problem.”

“I’m starting to think you enjoy being covered in my drool. is this a new kink of yours?”

“what— no, perseus!” you tug at his hair.

he shrugs defensively. “just thought I’d ask.”

“maybe.” you pull back not even an inch so you can slide downward and place your index over his mouth. “you should keep your lips glued.”

percy begins to kiss along your finger before taking it into his mouth and beginning to gnaw on it. you remove it quickly and see it covered in his spit. you sigh and take your finger in your own mouth to clean it of his saliva.

only when you began wiping it on the blanket did you realize you had that option the entire time. only after the fact did you realize what percy had been plotting.

[carby]

Please share wide and if you are American, please sign.

Dear President Zelenskyy,

As it is likely that our paths will never cross in person, we could not let this day go by without trying to reach you here.

We come to you humbly as American citizens who are thoroughly and completely embarrassed of our leaders.

For the past decade many of we who call this place home, have marveled at your courage, your resilience, and your dignity in the face of the unthinkable atrocities committed against you and your people by Vladimir Putin and his accomplices.

With every passing day, our respect for you has grown as we have witnessed you lead with a humanity that has steadfastly defied the inhumanity of those assailing you.

In the face of a sustained, violent, raw-throated hatred you’ve never responded in kind. Throughout the vicious and incessant attacks on both your nation and your character, you have never compromised yourself, never allowed yourself to be defined by the bigotry of your assailants, and you never disrespected them or let them win by becoming as monstrous as them.

We hope you realize that tens of millions of Americans stand with you and the Ukrainian people—and firmly against Donald Trump, JD Vance, and the Republican Party.

We are ashamed of their disrespect, their lack of empathy, and their partnership with your oppressors. We are mortified at their endorsement of and collaboration with this attempted genocide.

Though our voices will never be as loud or impactful as theirs are, we needed you to know how much we abhor that you are having to endure this terrible ugliness in the name of our nation—and that their voices do not represent us.

President Zelenskyy, the vast majority of this Americans are fully sickened to our core by the violence visited upon you every day. In the small spaces of our lives we are moving in solidarity with you: displaying your flag, publicly advocating for you and your people, and pushing back against the hatred here that you are on the receiving end of.

These words likely bring very little solace in the face of all that is upon your shoulders, the immeasurable suffering your people have already endured, and the unfathomable fears you all carry—but they are nonetheless, words we needed to say to you.

Please know that our voices I represent tens of millions of similarly outraged, similarly broken-hearted, similarly grieving people here who will continue to support you with our finances, our prayers, and our voices.

We know that you are a man of peace and that you are not the aggressor here. We see through the propaganda of our clearly-compromised President. We condemn his cowardice, his ignorance, and repugnant disregard for you as a human being and for your great nation.

We believe that the people of Ukraine deserve sovereignty, safety, and to live freely, and we are so very sorry that our own leadership is making this all less possible for you, that America has become an adversary instead of an ally.

May you be protected, may your nation endure, may our nation transcend our leaders, and may we all arrive on the other side of these incredibly dark days in the dawn of a world that will be more compassionate and beautiful than this one.

With regret and grief over our leaders, and in gratitude for you,

Embarrassed Americans

[stargazerlion]

I say this as someone who has almost went down several different pipelines, expecting people, especially teenagers (as I suspect Person A is likely to be) to be able to magically recognize and pull themselves up by their bootstraps out of the minefield of propaganda pipelines specifically meant to target them and being morally judged as soon as they approach any mine thats only half buried and they in theory could have a chance of detecting and then being told that clearly that means they want to step on a mine/fall down the pipeline, is unrealistic. Support for each other goes beyond unions and soup kitchens, it also includes helping people find their blind spots using compassion and grace before they get into trouble. One of my moots from irl I want to tell a story about. It was several years ago, I was just starting to be well away from alt right spaces but still had some of these ideas left in me, and we were talking about a piece of art I made, I dont remember what, and they made a comment that all art is political in context of my art. At the time, this defaulted in my mind to a "leftists reading too much into things bc woke" mentality and I responded back that well mine wasnt. And they responded along the lines of "ok, thanks for sharing." That then left me room to later realize how knee jerk and unthoughtful my response was, and even to realize some of the unintentional political influences on this particular peice of art. Through that simple acceptance and not rejecting me as a lost cause, I learned something, learned about myself, and became a bit more woke even through the realization that they were right! If someones down the pipeline theyre down the pipeline, they may need a specialist or luck to help. But if youre watching your friend wander into the Nazi minefield, the good thing to do imo is to show them what the mines look like, tell them "you can get a closer look if you want and will accept the risk, so you can better identify them later, but dont try to see what they feel like underneath your feet" instead of just leaving them to struggle (total rejection) or saying they want to be blown up all along (deciding theyre already a Nazi at this point)

Trigger warning: mention of Nazi

*Person A is NOT German

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[mleprae]

Here, as a leprosy obsessed freak (soon to be researcher, I suppose...) here are some of my little trivia/tidbits that may help some folks in writing Baldwin, some are just very minor things that can give you some spice :'3

Leprosy skin lesions are very specific and have their own unique patterns and texture, you can tell the type of leprosy someone has by touch alone. On average, they are very discreet, you need to have a really good eye to spot them, but they shine in sunlight or when the person becomes hot after exercise. I think this is the main reason why Baldwin wears his bandages, they could become too apparent after combat.

Leprosy can cause blindness, but for the most part, it causes blurry vision. What leads to blindness is not a singular cause but rather several other factors, ocular complications in leprosy is not symmetrical, which means that one eye can have corneal damage and the other can have superficial poncutate keratitis (very common, don't look that up). Vision quality highly depends on the individual, in the most severe cases (on average), 6 ft (1.8m) seems to be the max that individuals can see without blurriness.

Facial palsy is very common, alongside with loss of eyelid controls, leprosy causes what is just crudelly nicknamed 'Stern leprous stare', individuals may look like they're really angry, this also removes the ability to smile or express properly, but it's not in alll cases. I never saw Baldwin smile though, just sayin'

The whole sensation thing is a bit more complicated, you don't have a neuron that relays all information about stimuli, you have specific neurons that respond to specific stimuli. There's pain receptors, then temperature receptors, mechanical receptors, etc. Leprosy affects all of them differently, you loose the ability to tell the difference between hot and cold, you may loose the ability to feel pain and just a light pressure, it varies from body part to body part.

Sensation is affected in the arms, hands, and the legs below the knees (So he can feel pleasure there, if you were wondering, freak.) but it's always patchy, the lesions is where sensation is lost, 'healthy' skin is still functional.

There's some papers that suggest leprosy can affect mood, we know the whole testoterone-heightned libido thing, but it could, theoretically, also cause depression from non-social causes. I'm not 100% personally sold on it, but this is fiction, have fun

It causes hoarseness and there's way more breathing complications involved than you'd believe, medieval physicians noted that individuals suffocated to death by their own mucus/snot. The throat can close and the over-production of mucus can make it difficult to breathe.

Highly infectious but highly selective, you can catch leprosy and get sick for a little bit, but unless you have a genetic predisposition, you will not develop it. The others in the Hamlet are fine, even then, leprosy is way more prevalent in men, the chances of catching it are already low but for women it's almost non-existent, it also looks completely different in females.

[silkenwinger]

You know you're about to have a problematic day when you wake up with your tinnitus giving you hell again. At breakfast, Gaz reproaches you for not wearing the ear guards that one time, again, and you almost shove him off his chair. You massage your ear while drinking your coffee when Soap shows up, expression decidedly cat-like.

"Lass, you may want to check the notice board in the corridor," he hums, twinkle in his eyes.

"For what? Someone selling their used raggy shoes?"

"Nope," he pops the p, "it's all about you, bonnie." You frown.

"Soap, if you did an-"

"Not me," he raises his hands, apparently guiltless, "I had no part in this!" He saunters off, and you get off your chair like it's burning.

"I have a bad feeling," you glance at Gaz, and he's getting up too, now.

"Let's go see."

The board is full of old ads and invitations to meetings. The colour of some of them has faded from how long they've been stapled up there. An eye blinding white paper now sits on the lower edge, previously empty.

To the girl in 141 We kept quite the long eye contact the other day. I'd like to talk to you one on one, respond to this note if you're interested

Well.

"How is this even supposed to work?" You tell Gaz, who's scratching his head as well. The juvenile nature is often intact in military men. "He didn't even put a date. And anyone could reply!"

"Forget that, did you stare at this guy for so long he took it as interest?"

"I- I don't know! Sometimes I space out," you mutter, not remembering anyone you don't know standing out to you lately, "I don't do it on purpose."

"So? Are you going to respond? You can tell him to fuck off too."

"I-"

An arm manifests in front of your eyes. All black, the shadow of someone taller attached to it. The notice comes off the board cleanly, mechanically. Your lieutenant looks at the note to the general costernation of both you and Gaz.

He's a fast reader. A second later, he's already tearing the paper apart, thin white stripes first and then even shorter ones, rendering the original writing completely unreadable. You gape at Ghost, a bit shocked at the reaction. He finally takes note of your face, because he looks away and up, thinking of what to say.

"Task Force 141's members' identities are not supposed to be available for everyone to chatter about," he hisses, his brown eyes now glaring at you again.

For some reason, you don't think that's the full truth of it. Your ear rings quietly.

[moonlight-joy]

A Surprise Delivery

MASTERLIST

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Summary: When Spencer forgets his lunch, you decide to bring it to him at the BAU—only to be met with an overly curious and excited team. The moment they realize you’re the person Spencer constantly talks about, they tease him relentlessly, much to his embarrassment. Despite the chaos, Spencer’s quiet affection and the team’s warmth make you realize just how much you belong—not just with him, but with all of them.

Pairing: Reader/Spencer Reid

Spencer was always in a rush in the mornings. His mind ran a thousand miles per hour, jumping from one thought to the next, always thinking ahead.

It was one of the things you adored about him.

Unfortunately, it also meant he often forgot things.

Like today—when he left for work without his lunch.

You noticed it the second you walked into the kitchen. His neatly packed lunch sat on the counter, completely untouched.

With a fond sigh, you grabbed it and decided to bring it to him yourself.

After all, you hadn’t had the chance to visit the BAU yet.

Spencer talked about his team all the time—telling you stories of their cases, their friendships, and their relentless teasing of him.

But you’d never actually met them in person.

Until now.

Walking into the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit was… intimidating.

Agents moved around with stacks of files, their voices filling the air with serious discussions. You saw desks cluttered with crime scene photos, case notes, and very, very intense people.

And then you spotted him.

Spencer was sitting at his desk, completely engrossed in a case file. His brow was furrowed, his fingers tapping absentmindedly on his knee, lips pursed in deep concentration.

Your heart swelled.

God, you loved him.

Taking a deep breath, you walked over, lunch in hand.

“Spencer?”

His head snapped up at the sound of your voice, and for a moment, he just stared.

“Y/N?” His eyes widened. “What are you doing here?”

You lifted the lunch bag with a small smile. “You forgot this.”

Spencer blinked. Then grinned. He stood so fast that his chair nearly toppled over.

“You didn’t have to bring it all the way here,” he said, voice full of affection.

“I wanted to,” you admitted shyly. “Didn’t want you skipping lunch.”

Before Spencer could respond, a voice cut through the air.

“Well, well, well… what do we have here?”

You turned just in time to see Derek Morgan smirking as he approached, followed by a very curious Penelope Garcia, JJ, and Emily Prentiss.

“Oh. My. God.” Garcia gasped, practically bouncing in excitement.

Her eyes widened as she took you in, then whipped around to face Spencer.

“Tell me this absolute ray of sunshine is the mysterious person you’ve been hiding from us.”

Spencer groaned. “I haven’t been hiding her.”

“Oh, you absolutely have,” Emily teased, crossing her arms. “And I think I speak for everyone when I say… excuse me?!”

You felt your face heat up as all eyes landed on you.

Spencer must have noticed, because he immediately moved closer, his hand brushing against yours in silent reassurance.

JJ smiled kindly. “It’s really nice to finally meet you. Spencer talks about you all the time.”

“JJ.” Spencer muttered, clearly embarrassed.

“What? It’s true!” JJ laughed. “I swear, every other conversation is ‘Y/N said this,’ ‘Y/N likes that.’”

You turned to Spencer, a grin playing at your lips. “Really?”

Spencer cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly. “I… I may have mentioned you. Once or twice.”

Morgan smirked. “More like a hundred times.”

Spencer glared at him.

You giggled, feeling your nerves slowly fade.

Morgan grinned. “So, tell me, how did this guy manage to score someone like you?”

Spencer opened his mouth to protest, but you beat him to it.

You turned to Morgan with a sweet, sincere smile and said, “He’s pretty easy to love.”

The team collectively swooned.

Garcia clutched her chest dramatically. “Okay, I officially love you. We’re keeping you.”

Emily smirked. “Spencer, you better hold on tight, because I think we just found our new favorite person.”

Spencer sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, but you could see the small smile tugging at his lips.

JJ nudged you playfully. “You know, he usually avoids talking about relationships with us. But you? He never stops talking about you.”

You turned to Spencer, softening.

“You do?”

Spencer fidgeted, clearly flustered. “I— I mean, it’s— they’re exaggerating.”

“Oh, not at all,” Morgan said cheerfully. “In fact, the only thing we haven’t heard is how you met.”

Spencer groaned. “Oh, no. We are not doing this right now.”

Garcia gasped. “Wait. Was it a nerdy meet-cute? Did you bump into each other in a library? Did you both reach for the same book and your fingers brushed?”

Morgan grinned. “Did you impress her with your crazy genius memory?”

Emily smirked. “Or did she save him from tripping over his own feet?”

Spencer sighed heavily. “You’re all impossible.”

You laughed, loving the way Spencer’s team teased him but adored him all the same.

Spencer turned back to you, his voice softer now. “Thank you for bringing this.”

You smiled. “Anytime.”

Morgan smirked. “Alright, pretty boy, we’ll leave you two alone… for now.”

As the team walked away—clearly whispering and already planning ways to tease Spencer later—he sighed and turned back to you.

Spencer shook his head. “I’m never going to live this down, am I?”

You grinned. “Probably not.”

He huffed but then took your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Still worth it.”

Your heart fluttered.

And in that moment, standing in the middle of the busy BAU bullpen, surrounded by Spencer’s friends, his family, you knew—

So was this.

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[rizzoreads88]

You know what I love? Azriel didn’t have to go and save Gwyn from the blood Rite because he knew she could take care of herself. He trained her so he knew. He saved Elain because she was weak and defenseless and a damsel and sat in a tent and waited for someone to save her. And guess what Gwyn did in the Blood rite? Actually made an effort and helped and even stayed up in the tree. That was her SPYING!!!!!!! Who’s to say Azriel didn’t give her any tips during the time he went over dagger handling? Gave her tips on how to spy? It’s great foreshadowing from S.J.M!!

And I cant wait for Azriel to gift Gwyn a dagger so she can name it Silver Majesty. S.J.M gave us that for a reason. At least she’ll accep it. Unlike Elain who gave back TruthTelller. Gwyn sees Azriel’s love for daggers and it is seen in the bonus. “A comfort for every growing child.” I can’t wait for them to have a child (this was foreshadowed with the above line) and they can have bad ass warrior parents.

The next book is taking forever because S.J.M got bored writing Elain’s book so she has changed it to Gwynriel. I can’t wait for their endgame and for the rest of the Elriels to finally leave our space. Gwynriels have been here longer. It’s time for others to go now who can’t accept Gwynriel is endgame.

I don’t like people pinning Gwyn and Elain against each other but since you wanted to come in my anons doing so let’s go through all your points from canon. Both Gwyn and Elain are great characters and are strong in different ways. But now that I’ve read your fanon theories let me respond with some canon.

whether Azriel believes in Gwyns abilities or not that man cared more about his enemy Eris than when she was drugged and kidnapped by multiple men…. Is that how mates act? not according to Ruhn!

Ruhn glared at her as Hunt continued to glow and menace. It means that he’s going ballistic in the way that only mates can when the other is threatened. It’s what happened then, and what’s happening now.

Azriel may not have been able to go to the blood rite but that wouldn’t have stopped him from showing emotion around his friends if he actually cared anough to. In acowar we see azriel is full of rage and is the first to notice Elain was taken. So he will show emotion like that over Elain but not his supposed mate? lol …...it’s funny you guys try to talk around azriel not really reacting to gwyn being kidnapped to the blood right by saying “it’s bc he knew she could handle herself!” Yet cassian was there and knew Nesta could handle herself and he was still freaking out. Cassian still showed concern over Emerie and Gwyn too.

“Gwyn was spying”. So I guess everyone in the blood rite are spys now?! It’s funny Emerie and Nesta watched their enemies at times too but no one credits them to being a spy. You guys can try and claim Gwyn is a spy blahhhh but SJM doesn’t compare Gwyn to any spy tactics at all in the books. But ya know who she does? Elain. You know who they wonder if azriel is training w spy techniques? Elain lol

She scanned Elain from head to toe, wondering if she’d been taking lessons in stealth either from Azriel or the two half-wraiths she called friends.”

“Elain was again at my side. I hadn’t heard her steps. Hadn’t heard any sound for moments.”

“Elain stepped out of a shadow behind him”

“Elain was the only one who guessed. She caught me vomiting two mornings in a row.” She nodded toward Azriel. “I think she’s got you beat for secret-keeping.”

You know who’s good at keeping secrets like a spy does… Elain. You know who’s not? Gwyn lol Nesta tells Gwyn how they are looking for the trove and not tell anyone at all and what does Gwyn do? Tells Merrill

“At least gwyn would keep the dagger” In Acowar Azriel never gave Elain his dagger to keep. He lent it to her. For a side that screams Elriels have no reading comprehension I would think you’de understand this by now… the I won’t be using it today line means she can use it FOR THE DAY not keep it. So of course she gives it back after she’s done w it.

“This is Truth-Teller,” he told her softly. “I won’t be using it today—so I want you to.”

The emphasis SJM puts on the truth teller scene is that Azriel has never let anyone else touch it ever and he still lends it to Elain.

Cassian gawked at Azriel, and I wondered how often Azriel had lent out that blade— Never, Rhys said from where he finished buckling on his own weapons against the side of the wagon. I have never once seen Azriel let another person touch that knife.

It’s pretty telling how Azriel has been training Gwyn(and the other ladies) for months w daggers, has even had at least 1 private dagger lesson with Gwyn but hasn’t let her even touch truth teller ….. but sureeeee she’ll get silver majesty or gray bullet or whatever other name yall want to make for truth teller other than it’s actual name in the books.

“Elains weak Gwyn is stronger!!” First of all both ladies are bad ass. Yes Gwyn did some really cool things in the blood rite and helped fight to stay alive alongside Nesta and Emerie, but Elain killed a evil king.Fought Hybern beasts w her bare feet, and this is without any actual training. Elain has badass powers and has put them on to finding Vassa, the suriel during the war, and looking into Koschei. And let’s see what Azriel thinks of Elain.

Elain’s brows twitched toward each other. “The queen—with the feathers of flame.” The shadowsinger angled his head. Lucien murmured to me, eye still fixed on Elain, “Should we—does she need …?” “She doesn’t need anything,” Azriel answered without so much as looking at Lucien. Elain was staring at the spymaster now—unblinkingly. “We’re the ones who need …” Azriel trailed off. “A seer,��� he said, more to himself than us. “The Cauldron made you a seer.”

When everyone else thought there was something wrong with her and she was going crazy… Azriel was the one who knew she didn’t need anything. Azriel was the one to figure out she was a seer. Azriel was the one who realized they needed her.

I have no idea what your going on about in that last paragraph. I’m going to read whatever SJM writes because it’s not that serious. In fact most elriels say regardless of who ends up together they will continue reading the books. It’s a lot of the gwynr/els who post about how they won’t read a Elriel book blah blah blah. But trying to say Gwynriels have been around longer? You’re funny w that one. Seeing how gwyn is only in 1 book yet elriel has been being foreshadowed since acomaf. There’s been elriels around since then.

[disco-cola]

i'm so gonna rant about luigi now but something that has been on my mind for the past few days ever since reading the response letter (def his handwriting so i have no doubt) recently that the receiver has published - and whereas i know he should be granted at least SOME privacy and not every response letter has to be published, i think he himself is aware that this COULD happen when he chooses to respond, and in this case he might have counted on it - when he wrote how hard the solitary confinement was and worded it that he was "picked up at mcdonalds for the heinous crime of ordering a hashbrown." it really had me take a step back and re-evaluate the whole situation. like for one yeah i get it. i've been following the case since hour 0 as well, loved all the memes and tiktoks that came out between december 4 and december 9 of people completely denying their help to authorities and coming together even BEFORE he was arrested as a suspect cause even though i am not american i know about the fucked up healthcare system so i understood the reactions and supported it wholeheartedly. and when i first saw that mugshot i was also on my knees and yeah the looks and specificially the - alleged! - motivations to do something like this definitely played together and also had me thirsting over someone who usually wouldnt be in my realm of interest. but seriously what if it REALLY wasnt him and he was in the wrong place at the wrong time? he pleaded not guilty to the charges on december 23. i see why people have doubts about the arrest situation in altoona, pa and think evidence like the "manifesto" and even the gun could have been planted because authorities were under pressure after 5 days of not catching anyone. would my support stop? his disappearance and what he posted on social media like goodreads has totally backfired on him. but like just for my tumblr and instagram posts alone even *I* could be framed in a situation like that and i would have "motives." how horrifying must this entire ordeal be if you're accused and pre-convicted by several politicians and mainstream media and even some of your own supporters by always linking you to the crime and calling you the "patron saint of healthcare" and things like that. like HOW is he supposed to get a fair trial for which the main basis would be the presumption of innocence if even some supporters cant stop linking him to the crime and have made him into the poster boy for vigilante justice?

i get why memes and thirst traps are popular because i also have eyes and see, no matter if he did it or not, that he's conventionally attractive and some really ARE funny but at this point i cant laugh about many others at all anymore because it goes to show some people are so superficial and turn a real life person into a fictional character. like he's part of some viral netflix crime show you can just tune into when it's convenient. but like that man's day still has 24 hours even when he's not being photographed and going viral on social media and he's spending all of them incarcerated in awful conditions at the rathole that is MDC brooklyn for something he might not have even done. like i can only begin to imagine being in that situation and fearing i may never get out of there or get even unalived by the government and it gives me a panic attack just trying to imagine.

anyway what i wanna say is there (sadly) wont be jury nullification on the basis of "justified murder" cause brian thompson was a greedy corporate asshole who made millions as the CEO of a company that denied claims of the suffering and sick, the toxic system we are trapped in only plays in favor of criminals like donald trump who protect the fellow rich, BUT there might be the possibility of jury nullification on the basis of expressing and providing the reasons for REASONABLE DOUBT that he never was the shooter to begin with. and thats my point. if you wanna see luigi go free, give him the benefit of the doubt. YES the U.S. healthcare system is fucked up and we need to keep talking about that. but if you actually wanna see luigi go free start to separate the two topics and stop to inevitably link him to healthcare and in result the crime and start to point out his right to the presumption of innocence for the upcoming trials, federal and state alike. they WILL drag these out IMMENSELY. dont lose focus. and thats all i have to say about that.

[patchouii]

She looks so gorgeous, all dressed up just to marry me, Will thought. The quiet tendril of guilt that curled around to marry me was easily stifled by the scents of bunch after bunch of flowers around the wedding gazebo, the glowing expressions of Molly’s friends and family, the flash of the photographer’s camera.

Will took her hand in his. The officiant— an elderly friend of Molly’s family— polished his glasses and began his recitation, but it was background noise. Will smiled as he held her gaze, and Molly’s responding smile was wide and radiant. 

He thought about how her lips tasted, how they felt. Petal-soft and sweet, currently lined with red lipstick that complimented her eyes nicely. He wondered if it would smear across her cheek if he kissed her like he truly wanted to kiss someone he loved. How it would look, a painted streak of red. 

Wrong. It would look wrong, of course… another clutch for balance, Will? How drastic. Pity I couldn’t send you flowers…

He squeezed Molly’s hand tighter, and smiled wider. 

“Do you, William Graham, take Molly Foster to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, to love and to cherish until death do you part?”

The feeling was reminiscent of walking blindly down a road, the path laid before you, half-caught in a dream and knowing that something was so very wrong— but knowing that it was reality. Knowing it was happening. 

Will knew the feeling intimately. “I do.”

“Do you, Molly Foster, take William Graham to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, to love and to cherish until death do you part?” 

“I do.” “I now pronounce you husband and wife, joined in eternal union. May joy and love fill all the days of your lives… Mr. Graham-Foster, you may kiss the bride!” 

A cheer went up from the crowd. Out of the corner of his eye, Will could see Molly’s mother was crying happy tears, her friends clapping and whistling, and her son Walter already heading for the dessert table with the other children. 

Molly stepped in close, smelling of warm skin, crisp lace and amber perfume, and Will looped his arm over her shoulders, fingers winding gently into her hair as their lips met. 

Joined in eternal union you and I have begun to blur did you believe you could change me as I changed you I already did we’re conjoined I’m not sure if either of us could survive separation if I saw you every day forever Will I would remember this time every crime of yours feels like one of mine I wanted to run away with you I wanted you and wanted I wanted I wanted— 

And for a moment— with a hand braced against a shoulder and another around his waist, fingers in someone’s dark blonde hair, dipping slightly in a warm embrace with the glint of silver between them— a darkened kitchen materialized under his eyelids. Lemon and parsley instead of heady florals, the slickness of blood coating his arms instead of a silky white dress shirt, a broader palm and heavier breath, the glint of a karambit knife. 

I will use a gutting knife meant for precision in case my hands are unsteady, I wouldn’t want to cause any truly fatal damage… this is only a vengeful lesson in kind. They will be unsteady. He has always unsteadied me. I cannot bring myself to end that, despite everything. This is my design.

Will made a weak little half-gasp, and the soft, dewy retreat of Molly’s mouth and the fond laugh that filled the space made him ease his eyes open to meet hers. “That happy to be hitched at last, sweet man?” Will simply nodded and held her arm as he led her back down the aisle, flower petals tossed from either side. 

This would be like a perfect dream come to life, Will thought, but I’m not the perfect man for this. And the dreams I have have never been and will never be anything like this…

The wedding cake Molly had him cut for her was beautiful, decorated in vanilla buttercream frosting with chocolate swirls and cut berries. The guests clinked champagne glasses, laughing and chatting, and took plates to grab a slice. Will sunk the knife in gingerly, and the cake inside was a red so dark it was almost black. Rivulets of sticky red ran down the blade of the knife, a droplet catching between Will’s thumb and forefinger.

Molly took his hand in hers and kissed it clean, lashes low and playful. “Raspberry’s my favorite, you know.” 

Will swallowed hard.

Dawn was almost breaking by the time he drifted off that night, lying still beside his newlywed’s sleeping form in the tousled sheets. He stared at the ceiling and thought of seven doors and their keycards, guard rotations and tray meals and the sting of sodium thiopental in the veins. The recent penchant for red lipstick on another woman he’d once kissed and the clack of a cane. A lithe, loyal guardian with her hunting rifle and the princely sum that sat deposited in his bank account as something akin to a taunt. 

You know that nothing matters without me. You and I bestowed the finishing touches on the landscapes of each other’s worlds…

I think you’ll be happy to hear that the voice in my head still sounds like you. It’s only fitting.

Will smiled into the darkness of the room, and let the soft clip-clop-clip of shadowy hooves on the hallway’s hardwood sing him to sleep.

Wanna bet that Will thought of Hannibal when saying his wedding vows for Molly?

[hunters-vigil]

The Archon's Baby - Chapter 23 - Ghosts

First Chapter Previous Chapter

Warnings: pregnant!reader, post-war recovery of the nation, mentions of rehabilitation following the loss of a limb, inaccurate medical talk about twin pregnancy, Mavuika's impending death, mentions of dead NPCs, Ajaw being foul with derogatory language.

Fic under the cut, don't repost my stuff on other platforms, i have ao3. Reader is not the traveller. Reader's adoptive sisters are Chasca and Chuychu.

It had been a week since you had that conversation with Xilonen, helping Chasca and Chuychu organise supplies to be transported to each of the tribes for each of the rebuilds. The Flower-Feather Clan was the worst affected out of all of them, with your parents sending updates with messengers from the Scions of the Canopy.

During that week, Chasca had been heading out into the wilds, Chuychu stayed at home with your parents, doing her rehabilitation with your little iktomisaur's help, while you received another check-up and scan, hoping to get more details on your sixteen week twins. Mavuika had asked when you two could know the twins' genders, but that wasn't for another few weeks. The later you two left it, the more accurate it may be, said the obstetrician, but there was a detail you could know.

"I can tell you about the placenta, it seems in your case that twin A and twin B share a placenta but have their own sacs. This is means we'll have to do extensive ultrasound monitoring to keep an eye on each twin's growth and development."

"So, are they identical twins then?" you asked, but your question went unanswered as the obsetrician continued to speak, their gaze more on Mavuika than you, despite you being the pregnant one.

"We'll have to send a commission to get a specialist from Sumeru, you'll need more monitoring too after that incident during the war."

"More monitoring?" Mavuika frowned slightly, waiting for more elaboration.

"The stress of the war, your blood pressure and heartrate are being monitorred, especially with the risk of pre-eclampsia, also the sharing of the placenta has its own risks. There's also some other things we need to look at, but we can talk about that with those after I get these photos sorted."

"Thank you. That's good to know..." You nodded, watching Mavuika from the corner of your eye, noticing how quiet she had gotten as the obstetrician left momentarily.

"You feeling okay?" you reached over, your hand gently resting against Mavuika's cheek, fingertips stroking her cheekbone as she blinked, leaning into your touch instinctively.

She only hummed in reply, enjoying the warmth from your hand as you smiled slightly, ignoring the tug at your heart. In all this time, Mavuika probably never expected to be in this position. To be so close to death, to her friends and family she left behind and lost 500 years ago, to leave behind her friends and family now. But a part of her may want this, want to see her sister Hine again, wanted to see her parents again, her friends, Burkina, Tenoch, Sanhaj, Menilek, Sundjatta, Wanjiru, and Tupac. It didn't matter who she may see again after, Mavuika was doing this for Natlan...

After all this war and fighting, Mavuika deserved peace and love...

"Mavuika..." your voice woke her from her daze, eyes flashing open at your tone, but you only steeled your features, "I love you, I am proud of you, and I will always love you and always be proud of you."

Her eyebrows furrowed, mouth opening to respond but you shook your head, not needing her to reply.

"Never forget that, please."

She slipped back into her daze, memories of her mother and sister seeing her before she sacrificed her life to the sacred flame...

The obstetrician soon returned to go over things and arranging a planned birth, but Mavuika couldn't focus, barely hearing what you were asking about. 36 weeks if no complications? She would probably be long dead by then...

You heard her heels as you shuffled to sit up better, the obstetrician long gone as you wiped the gel from your belly and pulled your clothes back to cover yourself after having another talk about foetal growth and looking at some images of your twins. You didn't expect Mavuika to pull you into a hug, her hands rested on your back, holding your close as she buried her face in your neck, hiding her expression.

"It's okay, we'll be okay..." you cooed, playing with her hair as you held her.

///

That appointment was still in Mavuika's head, as she decided to check in on you organising supplies, Chasca and Chuychu retreating after you gave them enough doe-eyed looks to leave. The Archon didn't hesitate to pull you into her arms, but the moment didn't last long.

"Archon? I apologise, I can come back later-" Kinich's eyes widened as he walked in, witnessing the Archon in such a tender embrace with you.

"It's fine, Kinich, how are you doing? Are you injured? Or am I needed at the Scions of the Canopy?"

"I'm fine. Xilonen asked me to deliver a letter addressed to you both-" Kinich cut himself off, about to whack Ajaw as he noticed the pixelated creature was about to speak, while looking directly at you.

"Ajaw." Mavuika warned him, watching the pixelated dragon begin to squirm.

"What? Can I not acknowledge your concubine, I mean, mother of your offspring, who I will one day rule over- I... can I not acknowledge the mother of your unborn children?" Ajaw scrambled to speak, but Mavuika beat him to it, sending him away.

"Thank you for bringing the letter..." you trailed off, nose crinkling up at what Ajaw had been rambling, especially the implication of calling you that. A word that always managed to get Mavuika to glare coldly at whoever said it.

"No problem. I apologise that Ajaw made you uncomfortable. I will see you two around." Kinich nodded to you both before leaving.

"Xilonen has requested for us to meet her at the Children of Echoes. Apparently she has news to give us in person, interesting, after the events in her tribe that Pacal told me about." Mavuika raised an eyebrow, looking to you as you only shrugged.

"That... might be a bit of a trek, you could go on Flamestrider, but I think my sisters would have a heart attack, and also kill you if I was anywhere near your bike. If I set off now... I could get there before dinner and meet you?" You suggested, but Mavuika shook her head.

"I don't like the idea of you walking that far alone. So we'll walk there together. The exercise will do us both good, but we have to be careful of your joints... Iansan already gave me an earful about that. I do wonder what Xilonen has to say..." Mavuika tapped her fingers against your arm in thought, keeping you close to her.

"Since when was Iansan knowledgeable about pregnancy... oh, pregnancy and exercise, yeah, I get it now..." You trailed off, wondering whether you should be asking Iansan questions that the remaining Natlan obstetricians weren't answering. If only Mayahuel had lived...

[homestuckreplay]

how did we not get 413 leetspeak until page 1524

(page 1509-1530)

It’s a big day for troll enthusiasts because today’s update introduces a whole new troll, gallowsCalibrator, who we get two conversations AND a visual of. We also see carcinoGeneticist, and get some new Sburb lore via Dave and Jade that now feels insignificant by comparison.

I love how Dave’s ‘broken AIR CONDITIONING UNIT was scaled to be a perfect fit for the ALCHEMITER all along’ (p.1398) and then it got to be there for barely a hundred pages before getting moved to the middle of the roof. looks like someone got hoisted by their own lorebuilding petard. Less destructive to existing mechanics is the gristTorrent Sburb extension, an officially-released mod that allows players to redistribute grist amongst themselves – likely helpful as certain rare grists will only be found on specific planets. Dave has no hangups about stealing John’s building materials ‘because he's obviously got too much for his own good’ which is a rare and beautiful anticapitalist W for Dave.

Jade telling Dave to ‘just do whatever you are naturally compelled to do’ with the Sburb beta discs (p.1511) is such a great line, feels like such a perfectly Jade thing to say. To be honest I was just hanging out with my friend who is super into astrology and tarot and they will absolutely say things like ‘it’s because we’re both water signs’ as though it’s a completely average thing to say which is basically just like Jade here.

There’s a quick glimpse of Rose fighting some imps, which are white with nasty fangs and/or cat faces and similar outfits to John’s imps. Are these colorswapped to match the land or are they members of the light kingdom? If yes, why are they fighting Rose, and if no, what are the equivalent numbers of light kingdom citizens doing while the dark kingdom attacks players? Also in case anyone was worried, Dave is still making Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff in the background, a comic which has just teased the beginning of its first full storyline.

The panel of Rose sat on the pier (p.1523) is very relaxing. She’s got a cozy cushion, an umbrella, infinite wifi and battery, the sea air and a kitten for company. I would also like to sit there. Rose finally responds to John’s messages from page 1391, leading to a GREAT Rose and John Pesterlog where they’re both talking around each other in a way that feels like two different flavors of neurodivergent trying to connect. They make no progress figuring out whether they’re on the same land because neither will simply use the word ‘blue’, and while they’re both able to agree that Dave is a bad server player, they totally disagree on whether Rose is a ‘rational orchestrator’. We haven’t had a conversation between these two since page 1025, and this is a lovely reunion with a lot of character from both.

THEN we meet gallowsCalibrator, who talks in partial leetspeak, specifically adding the numbers 4, 1 and 3 to their words. [sidebar: this pesterlog is 1,017 words, making it the third longest page by wordcount in Homestuck so far, losing only to the two walkarounds.]

GC shares alien lore and information about Sburb that may or may not be true, saying they ‘W1LL B3 H3LPFUL’ but still hate all the kids. Act 4 has felt so strongly like an effort to make Homestuck more plot-driven and to make things happen without fucking around, and putting a large group of aliens who’ve already played the game on the table to deliver plot exposition is really helpful there. Establishing those people as mean and unreliable is also really helpful as a cover for any mistakes, and for encouraging readers to spend time thinking about what’s true and what’s not (I know I will be doing it).

Sidebar: Fact-Checking GC’s Lore

1. Upon entry to the Medium, players experience ‘A SUBTL3 VOIC3’ urging them to do things, which is an exile on their ‘D34D PLAN3T’. Exiles help players by ‘D1R3CTLY GU1DING’ their behavior as well as taking ‘4CT1ONS TH4T COMPL3T3 LOOPS 1N TH3 T1M3L1NE’. Verdict: TRUE. ✅ We saw the Wayward Vagabond engage in this behavior throughout Act 2, and PM is the absolute queen of completing timeloops with the mail. GC thinks exiles do this ‘PROB4BLY W1THOUT 3V3N R34L1Z1NG 1T’ which isn’t true in PM’s case – she’s often completely aware of the assignment. 2. The exiles come from Prospit and the dark kingdom, but were ‘3XP4TR14T3D DUR1NG TH3 R3CKON1NG’. Verdict: TRUE?? ✅ GC mentions this Reckoning twice, but we’ve never heard about it before now. GC specifically refers to ‘1TS R3CKON1NG’ in relation to Earth, so this is probably reckoning like wrecking, its destruction via meteor. The continuation of PM’s story will probably explain how this event ties into political intrigue that leads to exile. 3. The exiles will ‘R3BU1LD L1F3 4ND C1V1L1Z4T1ON’ on the players’ dead planet, so that one day it becomes ‘R1P3 FOR S33D1NG 4LL OV3R 4G41N’. Verdict: TRUE?? ✅ With Spades Slick literally building this town (p.1215) and the Earth exiles’ obsession with public infrastructure, I believe that this is Sburb’s goal. Skaian technology being ‘UN34RTH3D’ is reminiscent of Grandpa Harley discovering Jade’s island with its mystic ruins and time capsule inside. Whether it always works out as planned is a totally different question; I don’t know how GC would know that her exiles are one day successful in building a town (also I’m pretty sure seven of their session’s exiles straight up died, which they don’t mention). 4. ‘TH3 UN1V3RS3 W1LL 34T P4R4DOX3S FOR BR34KF4ST 4ND SO W1LL TH1S G4M3’ Verdict: TRUE?!?! ✅ We saw a bunch of partial and splintered timelines in the Intermission, as well as Eggs and Biscuits, whose antics make ‘the fabric of spacetime… tear[] something fierce’ (p.1253). Appearifying something in a way that causes a paradox is technically possible as an act of free will(??), it’s just that the universe auto-corrects for it by making slime instead. I love the implication that any one person’s ability to cause a paradox is fundamentally insignificant on a cosmic scale, and the powerlessness that comes with that. 5. Sburb’s other roles for players include the ‘S33R OF M1ND P4G3 OF BR34TH KN1GHT OF BLOOD M41D OF T1M3’ and their job is ‘OF GR34T3R CONS3QU3NC3’ than rebuilding the planet. Verdict: TRUE*. ✅ Yeah of course it makes sense that the options would be remixed and tailored to the players, and now we know there have to be at least twelve titles and at least twelve domains, which is exciting to speculate about. The titles are all roles in society, while the domains are primal concepts with wide interpretations. → Sidebar Sidebar: Possible Titles. Duke, Wizard, Scion, Herald, Prophet, Champion, Spy, Druid, Monk, Foe(?) → Sidebar Sidebar: Possible Domains. Night, Sea, Force, Fire, Bone, Soul, Storm, Growth, Flight, Loss(.jpg) The kids having an important job that doesn’t involve returning to Earth does echo Nannasprite’s statement that John’s ‘purpose is so much more important than saving that silly old planet’ (p.427). It stinks of Skaian propaganda to me, and I think that returning to Earth should be a valid option if the kids decide they want that, but the Grand Purpose is definitely the narrative Sburb is selling. So overall GC’s lore offerings do seem mostly reliable with a little conjecture, so their claim that they ‘W1LL B3 H3LPFUL’ is true. But I have my eye on them and on all trolls.

Because these folks are nasty for real!! They could be written as aliens who come across as mean due to cultural differences, but they’re really not. GC makes a violent death threat to a 12-year-old John on page 1528, and Jade references past conversations with CG where they have mocked Jade for her dream robot and played repeated pranks on her, seemingly to no end as this all happens before the kids’ adventure. They’re just mean little fuckers and they’re all ‘CR4ZY… 1N OUR OWN W4YS’ (p.1524) with very distinct trolling techniques and now that we’re getting visuals of them, they’re on track to be significant characters. It is definitely ambitious to add 12 mean little guys to an already busy story but I’m here for it. The beta kids are all so kind and accepting of each other and never get more than surface-level annoyed with each other; now let’s add 12 malicious aliens to cause some tension.

There’s a recap of a John-Jade conversation from page 1000, now from Jade’s perspective, now with the interlude in which she told CG to ‘go away!’. It seems like these trolls totally played themselves by being super mean to the kids earlier, and by the time they realized they might have something serious to say, they’d already blown more possible trust. (I would like to put together some troll timelines but that’s for another post!) CG says that Jade’s robot ‘WILL BLOW UP FOR SOME REASON’, an event that might be a turning point for the kids and trolls, if Jade listens to her past/future self. Also, I’m really curious how far ahead this ‘WAAAY IN THE FUTURE’ Jade is. How far does the trolls’ ability to contact the kids go??

Jade also has a pen pal! This gets dropped as though it’s come up before, but it definitely hasn’t. Appearing two pages after a discussion about Jade’s past and future selves, I’d guess that Jade’s pen pal is herself from the future, and the green package contains something she originally made in lategame Sburb that she’s trying to send backwards in time so that John will have it earlier in the game.

Finally, GC calls John ‘4 TOT4L D1SGR4C3 TO TH3 F13LD OF 3CTOB1OLOGY’ (p.1528) which causes him to change his chumhandle to ectoBiologist, closing a timeloop I didn’t even know was open. This means John will actually practice this science, which involves creating clones via paradox slime (p.934). Coincidentally, Act 4 is titled ‘Flight of the Paradox Clones’. And GC has promised to be helpful in a mean way. So my guess is that GC will guide an easily led, gullible John into doing some fucked up unethical science sooner rather than later.

[theshamelessselfinsert]

Introduction Post!

hello selfshippers and undertale fandom!

leave if you:

- are a pedophile

- ship any minors with any adult characters(this is also pedophilia, i don’t care if they’re “aged up”) or incest

EX: sans/frisk, sans/papyrus, chara/sans, etc.

- are a zoophile

- are homophobic, transphobic, or racist

go away i hate you.

what can you expect from my blog:

i post my selfship with sans here, and this is my only and first tumblr blog!

feel free to trace over my self insert with your own or to use any bases i make. i truly do not mind it, and if you post it on tumblr please just tag me id love to see it. all i ask is that you just dont repost my art onto other platforms.

if somehow you know or recognize any of my main accounts on different platforms then please just leave me alone. i am cringe, but i am free.

i reblog quite a bit, and usually only undertale or other selfshippers(omg i LOVE fellow selfshippers). reblogs of my posts are much appreciated.

if i ever post or reblog something clearly suggestive then ill tag it as #suggestive, but if its like a very mild joke or something then i probably wont. if anyone has an issue, please come to me through dms or asks!

dont be afraid to be friends or to message me, like at all. i love interacting with the undertale/selfshiping fandom, and to be honest i am probably just as scared of you as you are of me.

my askbox is almost always open! i may be a little slow to get to some of them, but i really do love getting questions and requests! i just wont respond if it’s something im uncomfortable with or i dont feel like discussing at the moment.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

do you think Killer and Insanity could be friends. Like Killer at first didn’t care much for the guy other then the fact that his soul was definitely interesting a perfect specimen to study really. Insanity of course tries to avoid him as I have heard from some sources that have talked to the new creator how Insanity wouldn’t outright fight someone he isn’t sure he can win against and while the two are definitely close in strength I still feel as if Killer would win. At the very least Insanity can respect this strange Sans strength. They both have access to save, load, and resets even if Killer has something a little extra I don’t know I kinda just wanna see them interact more then just the Murder time trio fight videos but with insanity sometimes replacing Horror or him just joining. Although I do like the idea of the four going around bat taking out of control players/Charas/frisk all for their own reasons it would also be a nice way for them to be in a story that doesn’t have them as Nightmares lackeys actually that gives me an idea

~Musical Anon

This guy really needs a better name..like redshift sans or something idk.

And yeah, wiki says he has access to save/load/reset but it’s not more than the human’s, like flowey. So killer’s determination probably stills outweighs I’s. Honestly i wouldn’t be surprised if killer sees himself as superior in a way when compared to Insanity.

Wouldn’t be surprised if, for whatever reasons, if Insanity starts hanging around killer for whatever reason and if killer tolerates it for whatever reason, some may get the vibes that insanity is like killer’s “lackey” and killer is more like the ‘leader’ of the two.

Killer may see himself as above insanity in some way, but I doubt he’d naturally or immediately take over a leadership role in whatever little duo they form—he’s not a leader type.

Outside of a “work” and scientific context, killer may just want insanity to leave him alone and would probably avoid him if he becomes insistent about it—unless insanity makes killer think similar to the way Swap did.

That he won’t stop if Killer doesn’t make him stop. Which means psychological and physical torment.

And if insanity can manage to handle that somehow and keeps coming back, for whatever reasons he’d ever do that (maybe he feels like he and killer are similar, maybe he saw how Killer is in Stage 3 and how Nightmare and the others handle and respond to Stage 3, or perhaps killer’s strength appeals to him?), then maybe it becomes something different.

Maybe it becomes a bit of a transactional thing. If Insanity lets Killer satisfy his curiosities with him and leaves him alone when he wants to be, then killer..helps Insanity with whatever he may want. Help with revenge on Gaster? Help on taking out someone? Just some company or something? I don’t know.

Given who these two are as characters, their backgrounds, high chance of it not being a very healthy coworker or partnership dynamic. Particularly in a setting where they’re with Nightmare, or at least Killer is.

But there could potentially be some wholesome or sweet moments in their understanding, even if the thing that they understand about each other is that they aren’t like the others around them.

[singemall-stayallnight]

Led Zeppelin's Performance at Seattle's Unusual Green Lake Aqua Theatre

Led Zeppelin at the Green Lake Aqua Theatre, 11 May 1969.

Bonus offstage shot of Robert Plant.

The following excerpts are from an essay on this concert:

It was Led Zeppelin's turn. A supergroup that had risen from the ashes of England's esteemed psychedelic blues-rockers the Yardbirds, Led Zeppelin had actually already played the Seattle Center Arena (on December 27, 1968, albeit in an unadvertised opening role for Vanilla Fudge). But since the January 12, 1969, release of their earth-shattering eponymous debut album, Led Zep's popularity had skyrocketed.

Among those fans who'd opted to watch the show from a watercraft were Mick Flynn -- a guitarist with the local band Meatball and one of Seattle's first vintage gear experts -- and his pal and housemate, Richard Green. "We rowed across the lake and watched the show from the back of the stage -- which was pretty cool! We were probably within six feet of the amps so we had a really good view of the band."

"There was three or four of us in the rowboat," adds Green, "and we rowed over to the Aqua Theatre. It was a beautiful sunny day in the afternoon. We floated up to the dock which was the backstage area and there was actually a fence around the back of the dock and we held onto the fence with our fingers so we wouldn't drift away. And from our position we could see the amplifiers and people milling around backstage. So Led Zeppelin came on and from our position we could look through the stacks of amplifiers and see Robert Plant and Jimmy Page onstage playin' their guts out. And I remember Robert Plant's hair blowin' in the wind. It was such a thrill to be there."

The show began, as Green recalls, with guitarist Jimmy Page running onstage wearing a hip black leather motorcycle jacket and hammering out the riffs to the old Yardbirds classic, "Train Kept a Rollin'," before the rest of Led Zep joined him. "The Green Lake show was pretty cool 'cause they were doing the first album," says Flynn, "and that's what they sounded like."

Some in the audience had, presumably, not yet been exposed the Led Zeppelin album and came wanting to hear the AM radio hit, "Good Times Bad Times." But the band was first going to play that single's flipside and their crowd reportedly responded with some disappointment: "I remember," another fan wrote years after the fact, "Robert Plant saying to the audience that they were going to play the single 'Communication Breakdown,' to a light smattering of boos and requests for 'Good Times Bad Times,' which is what the local stations were playing more often."

Meanwhile, at mid-set -- "when Page was out doin' his solo bit," as Flynn recalls, "Robert Plant and John Paul Jones came back to where we were and we partaked in some weed with them. That was kinda cool. They came over and chatted with us." "I remember that at some point," Green adds, "Robert Plant was milling around behind the amplifiers and I said somethin' to him and he walked over towards us. We had some small talk back and forth and we happened to have a joint lit at the time -- I remember it being Panama Red! -- and so we handed him the joint, he took a couple hits off of it and handed it back and thanked us for coming. He said 'I hope you enjoy the show' and that was it" [laughter].

Like many fans, Flynn and Green loved the show, and later even got a chance to chat with Led Zep's star guitarist: "Page came over," says Flynn, "and we talked for a moment. [I] said somethin' about his guitar. 'Cause I was always interested in checking out the gear -- a lot of that stuff you just didn't see 'til these guys came through: twin Marshalls and stuff."

From all accounts, Led Zeppelin shook the theater to its very foundations -- along with surrounding neighborhoods. One can only have sympathy for all of the traumatized animals in the adjacent Woodland Park Zoo. Not to mention for poor Three Dog Night, who faced the daunting task of following Led Zep onto that stage.

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