#I think Elian is my favorite

[dimalry]

Hi!!! I literally fell in love with you genderbent bat boys sdnjfnvfg but also will you draw gender bent Archeron sisters???

You know, that artwork was actually from 2 months ago, which means the genderbent archeron sisters look a little different. I might have to redraw the bat girls because of that.

Genderbent Archeron Sisters: Feylin, Nestor and Elian.

[meo-eiru]

Oh. Me. Gosh. The post about the misspellings of Elias's name made my brain give birth.

Elias being a triplet. His other siblings are Elian, the smart one, and Elisa, the talented one. And growing up, he felt like he could never be on their level or ever impress their (really uncreative when it comes to naming) parents. Elian has the turquoise hair, Elisa has orange hair, and Elias has lavender pink hair

Elisa is a dancer/choreographer💃. She is very artistic and can sing, dance, paint, all that shit. Despite being the favorite, she spent a lot of time trying to get away from their parents' judgemental gaze, either at dance practice, extracurriculars, or hidden in her room doodling. She's neutral about Elias and thinks Elian is too intense.

Elian is a business owner and a workaholic (see the eyebags?). He was an honors student, won spelling bees as a kid, and probably got a scholarship to yale or some pompous ass school like that 🙄. If Elisa was busy, he was the one their parents showed off to friends and coworkers. He doesn't mind Elisa but thinks Elias is pathetic and enjoys feeling above him.

And finally, Elias. The second he turned 18, he did his best to get the hell away from them all. His parents either ignored him or told him to be more like his siblings, to find a passion and stick to it. He felt despised b his family and became self-destructive since he just wasn't good enough.

(Tried to make Elias sorta rugged with bushy brows and a beard so that he's the exact opposite to his pretty brother)

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THIS IS SENDING ME LMAO THE LORE THICKENS

I love the idea of Elias being born in a normal ass house with normal ass parents and a normal ass community so just imagine you have these older siblings who are just extremely extremely talented at what they are doing who set the bar waaaay too high. Like imagine both Elisa and Elian won scholarship with their respective abilities which in turn makes their parents expect the same level of talent from Elias

Like somehow these two normal people managed to birth two geniuses who managed to accomplish crazy stuff with their limited resources, so the parents would expect Elias to do the same on his own but Elias is mediocre at best at whatever he tries so they get disappointed in him…

I doubt I’d make this canon because for Elias to turn into who he is today I need him to be someone who was kinda spoiled for his looks growing up which kinda crippled his ability to develop skills and caused him to put way too much importance into his looks (since that’s the only thing people cared about him) but like this is such a funny idea I want it to be an AU

[liminalmemories21]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by @welcometololaland, @heartstringsduet, @strandnreyes @whatsintheboxmh - thank you!

Sorry I've been MIA the last week or so - work was insane, and then there was a friend's multi-day wedding thing going on (A+ wedding, would let her plan all future weddings I go to). Also, please bear in mind I have not actually had a chance to see the episode yet, because see above about A+ wedding related shenanigans.

But ....

He’s late to Elian’s birthday. He didn’t mean to be. He never means to be late these days. “I just need to stop by the station," he said this morning as they were getting ready. He'd caught the way TK’s lips tightened, but all he’d said was. “I’ll come with you." “No, baby, you’ll just have to sit in the car.  That’s no fun.” TK eyebrows had gone sky high.” I’m not allowed in the station anymore?” “That’s not what I mean.“ TK’s muttered, “are you sure?” is just soft enough that he ignores it. And now he’s late, the one thing he wanted to check turned into five things and then a conversation with Campbell and a lead to check on.  It wasn’t wasted time.  But by the time he makes it back out to his car there are two messages from TK on his phone — a few months ago he thinks there would have been more, and he’s not sure when TK decided to stop trying so hard to get him to come home.  There are messages from his mother and sister too. He ignores them and sends TK a text / on my way /. Doesn’t get a response, which makes sense — he’s at Elian's party, probably helping Ana, or letting the kids use him like a personal jungle gym.  The party is still going strong when he pulls up to Ana’s house, but the look she gives him when he walks in is unimpressed. His mother looks worried, and all TK says is, “You made good time, light traffic?” “Yes. “  Smiles at Elian who has appeared at TK's elbow, “Happy birthday!” The eyebrow Ana gives him promises a longer conversation, and he’d be grateful that Luisa couldn’t make it out from LA, but he’s sure Ana will fill her in on all the ways he’s failing to live up to their father’s standard. Their father had never missed a birthday, or play, or recital. He doesn’t understand how. Wishes he could ask.  He can tell TK's pissed when they leave from the set of his shoulders, isn’t sure if it’s better or worse that they’d come in separate cars and can’t drive home together. Manages to catch him before TK gets in his car. “Hey, I’m sorry. I lost track of time.“ “I figured.” “I’ll make it up to Elian. He probably didn’t even notice I was late there were so many people here.” “He’s 8,” TK says flatly. “He absolutely noticed that his favorite uncle didn’t make it in time for cake and presents.”  Carlos winces, but tries for the joke anyway. “Pretty sure you claimed favorite tio a while ago.”  Regrets it the second he says it.

tagging @freneticfloetry, @carlos-in-glasses, @reyesstrand, and @lemonlyman-dotcom

[elianzis]

Happy belated birthday Elian! I honestly think you’re my favorite Epic art creator. I love your art so much, it’s inspired me to actually put in the effort to get better and learn anatomy.

Thank you for being amazing <3

AWWWWWWWWW THANKS

[inscrutable-shadow]

Pygmalion's Folly

Made this for @delaureyjournal-whump with their OC Elian for the @artwhumpersanonymous art exchange! Everyone's favorite mad scientist the Doctor is here in a supporting role, having been conscripted by their colleague Dr Gloria Salazar to help her with an... art project. She is... lowkey ickier than them lol

contains: body horror, medical ableism, eye trauma, and gore.

also on ao3!

Elian didn’t so much “open his eyes” as he “became conscious.” His eyes didn’t close anymore. Hadn’t for a week or so. Not since the silver-haired doctor had poured… stuff… in them. It had hurt, a lot, and he’d screamed, a lot, but eventually the pain had faded and he hadn’t gone blind, so there was at least one upside to the situation. There weren’t many, but at this point he’d have to take what he could get.

“Good morning Elly! How are we feeling today?” This was the smiling doctor. He couldn’t move his eyes to look at her, but he knew she would be smiling. She was always smiling. She was kind to him, always trying to make him more comfortable with blankets and stuffed toys and decorating his room. Not that he could really feel softness on his skin anymore. He liked her, even though he was pretty sure this whole thing was her idea. She seemed to be the one in charge.

“I’m… fine…” he murmured through the stiffness of his jaw. He was fine. The drugs they had him on made sure of that. He’d done a lot of crying and begging in the beginning, but once the drugs started, he hadn’t been able to muster the will to care. “Please let me go,” he added, for the sake of it. The smiling doctor ignored him.

She cupped his cheek in her hand. It was warm, and he wanted to cry when she pulled it away, but he couldn’t do that either. “Excellent. We just have a few tests to run this morning, all right? And then we’ll be right back to making you beautiful.”

He would have blinked against the sudden flash of a penlight in his eyes, but of course he couldn’t. “Pupillary response normal. The resin ought to have cured enough to be scored and restore range of motion. Is that the color you would prefer? I will be unable to alter it later.” The silver-haired doctor was speaking now. Elian didn’t like them. They were always the one who hurt him. They put in the port in the back of his neck that delivered the drugs and God knew what else. They did the injections that felt like they were tearing his veins to shreds. They weren’t kind either. It didn’t seem like they wanted to be there at all. They were always cold with him, and addressed him like an object.

“It’s gorgeous. I don’t want to change it, do I, Elly? Aren’t your eyes the prettiest things ever?” He’d learned by now that she didn’t want a response to those questions. He remained silent until she continued speaking. “How are we with everything else? It’s an injection day, isn’t it?”

The silver-haired doctor nodded. “I will conduct the elasticity tests, and if all goes well, we can do an injection this morning and install the rigging in the afternoon.” Rigging? What was that? After nine weeks, he still had no idea what they were doing to him.

The smiling doctor squealed with delight from her position outside of Elian’s field of view. “Hear that, Elly? You’re almost complete! Just a few more steps and you’ll be perfect. When can I do the painting, Rowan? I think I’ve found the perfect shades.”

Rowan was what the smiling doctor called the silver-haired doctor. They didn’t seem to like it very much. Their face would always crease into more of a frown for a few minutes after she did it. “If his body does not reject the implants, then he should be ready to paint and lacquer the following week, after the last injection. And then I can wash my hands of this whole thing,” they added under their breath. The smiling doctor ignored this, too.

“Delightful! Run your tests, and I’ll check in on his nutrition.” Right. Something must have been keeping him going. They hadn’t fed him in at least a month. His jaw couldn’t open wide enough. The smiling doctor made clicking sounds at a computer that Elian guessed showed some kind of information on him, and the silver-haired doctor began the test.

They did this test every day, and it was the only time their hands on him were gentle. They pressed into every portion of his skin and muscle, cold, gloved fingers making him shiver less and less as whatever transformation they were working in him progressed. He didn’t like how it felt. As his flesh compressed under the doctor’s hands, he could feel each individual muscle fiber sliding and straining against the next. The surface of his skin felt oily, tugging at the rubber gloves when they moved across it. He felt like he was made of plastic. Or fiberglass. Fragile strands that shredded him as they snapped and scraped across each other. It was miserable.

“Skin surface is showing precipitated resin,” the silver-haired doctor commented, deep in thought.

The smiling doctor came into Elian’s view for the first time. Still smiling, but smaller and with concern on her face. “Is that good or bad? I don’t want delays, Rowan.”

They frowned again. “Neutral. I may alter the serum delivery ratio if his body is rejecting excess material. The animal testing showed no adverse effect to the timeline.” So they’d tested this stuff. He supposed that made sense. The thought of an animal going through this made him sick. “Even if it would affect it, a delay is more acceptable than experiment failure, is it not? You specially selected this subject. Surely you would not like to have to find another.”

Elian barely remembered his capture, didn’t know when the smiling doctor had set her sights on him. He’d made himself a picnic in the park, maybe, and fallen asleep in the sun. It didn’t matter. He’d woken up here. They’d had the decency to bring his wheelchair along. Not that he’d used it in weeks. Or moved under his own power at all.

“He’s not a subject. He’s a sculpture.” She put her (also gloved) hands on either side of his face, and though he could no longer see her, he could hear the doting grin in her voice. “And of course I don’t want to replace him. He’s nearly perfect already, aren’t you, Elly?” No response needed. He remained still.

The silver-haired doctor’s mood was only getting worse. “Helvete. Just get the seven-deviled infusion over with.”

Oh, no. This was always the worst part of the week. Elian had learned to mark the time passing by when the silver-haired doctor would bring the thick syringes made of metal and glass and connect them to the IV ports on his right arm and left foot (the silver-haired doctor had been annoyed that he didn’t have a left arm to put a needle in). They’d been left in since the second week, when the needles started bending on the way into his skin. He hadn’t wanted to think about what that meant, then. He still didn’t want to think about it. Didn’t want to know what he was becoming. (The smiling doctor had hinted at it. A… sculpture?)

The syringes were filled with a clear, off-yellow liquid that flowed like glue. The silver-haired doctor would screw them into the ports and flip a switch that Elian guessed heated whatever was inside so that it flowed better. It definitely felt hot when it went into him. It burned and it cut and it seared and it sliced. He felt every millimeter of condensed, vitreous agony as it crawled through his veins until it faded into a more general ache at the elbow and knee. He couldn’t cry, but he did emit a keening wail that increased in pitch and volume as the plungers went down.

The smiling doctor always pet his hair during this, whispering soft encouragement and running her fingers in soothing circles on his scalp. It was the only thing that made the experience even vaguely bearable. How could she be so kind to him and so cruel all at once? She seemed to love him, in her own way, even if that manifested as whatever sick experiment she was running. The silver-haired doctor hummed some vaguely unsettling tune that he didn’t know, and he got the idea it was more for their own amusement or to cover up the sound of his cries than for any benevolent purpose.

“He’s sweating resin, Rowan,” the smiling doctor noted a few minutes in.

“Yes, I noticed. I have already slowed the infusion rate.” More of this? Elian didn’t think he could bear it. “Odd, really. None of the prior testing showed this issue…”

The smiling doctor’s hand tightened in Elian’s hair for a moment before relaxing and giving him an apologetic stroke. “Surely he’s not rejecting the serum?” Her tone made it sound as if someone would lose an eye if that were true.

The silver-haired doctor gave a considering hum. “No… I do not believe that to be the case. When we place the rigging in a few hours, I shall do a core sample, and that should explain a few items. We may have merely supersaturated his tissues, and the rest of the hardening process will need to be completed externally.”

Elian didn’t understand most of those words, but none of them sounded good. Part of him was disappointed at the idea that he might fail whatever experiment they were doing on him. Why did he want to succeed at this horrible change? Was it the way the smiling doctor looked down at him while the infusions ripped through him, soothing and gentle and with something akin to love? She seemed to see some sort of purpose in him, to have specially picked him out as perfect for whatever this was. He… didn’t want to disappoint her. Not while she was so kind.

The pain faded, settling into his bones and leaving a heavy fatigue in its wake. That was normal. Once the fluid wasn’t pushing its way into his body anymore, he was always worn out. The smiling doctor was the one to flick the penlight in his eyes this time. “Pupillary response normal, still, though I think he’ll be going to sleep soon. Isn’t that right, Elly? Tired, are we?”

He was. His eyelids would be fluttering if they could close at all. “It will be just as well to sedate him,” the silver-haired doctor said. “Brady will be here soon, and I will need to cure this resin before the installation.”

“Better for him to sleep until that’s finished, I agree. Just a little bit of diazepam for you, dearie, that’s the ticket.”

“You will want propofol and most likely ketamine after the fact.”

“Don’t tell me how to do my job, Rowan. Just finish your injections.” She never did stop smiling, even when she was annoyed.

Elian felt his consciousness sliding away from him gradually, and didn’t bother fighting it. There was no point in fighting any of this, really.

---

When Elian woke, it was to white-hot agony. Like someone had put a metal rod into a fire and poked him with it all over. His upper arm, his wrist, his thighs, his calves. Even his hips had circular patches of burning pain. He made a mewling sound in his dry throat. What had he done to deserve this?

“Elly? Shit. Rowan, he’s waking up—”

“Ahead of you. Adding ten ccs of—”

“Wait! Hold on.” Elian recognized this voice. The engineer. He was American, while the silver-haired doctor was probably British (though some of their pronunciations threw that into doubt), and the smiling doctor seemed to be Spanish. Elian had only seen him twice, both times to measure his arms and legs. “I’m testing something. Need him awake and aware.”

The silver-haired doctor made a disapproving sound in their chest. “Very well, but finish quickly. If his nervous system goes into shock, I will have to take drastic measures to correct it.”

“No delays, Warren, you’d damn well better do this right…” She didn’t sound like she was smiling now.

“Patience, Doctor Salazar. Isn’t that what Doctor Fairbank is always saying?” he shot back with a grunt, and whatever he did made Elian feel as if he were being ripped apart. His arm and legs moved of their own accord, as if hauled upward by some force, amplifying the pain in each of the points he’d identified earlier tenfold and sending his joints into a spiderweb of fractured agony. His vision was blurred, whether by tears or something else, he didn’t know, and he couldn’t tell what was going on. He wailed through his locked jaw, abjectly miserable.

“It will do you well to keep my words from your mouth,” the silver-haired doctor snapped. “Are you mad? Let the bone ossify around the grafts before you add load! You will break him in half!” They injected something into his neck port that lessened the pain, but only a little.

The engineer scoffed. “Live a little, doctor! If the grafts ossify and then the metal snaps, you’ll be blaming me, and it’ll be a hell of a delay. Might even ruin it.” Elian’s limbs lowered back to the table and he could have sobbed with relief. “I’m done, anyway, you can put him out, if you want.”

The smiling doctor carded her fingers through Elian’s hair encouragingly. “Easy, sweetheart, just a little more.” Then, in a much less soothing tone, “Where are those drugs, Rowan? Why do I even have you here?”

“You are trying my patience, Salazar. Anesthesiology is not exactly facile. Would you rather I left you to do it yourself?” Despite their words, cool liquid flooded Elian’s neck port, leaving behind a tingling sensation. A dense fog settled gradually over his senses, and whatever the smiling doctor retorted with was muffled as he slipped into unconsciousness.

---

The cycle continued after that. Waking up, elasticity tests, drifting in limbo as his pain waxed and waned. He didn’t even have the energy to be terrified when the silver-haired doctor used a drill bit to score the resin and carefully machine his eyes back into working order. The movement was as smooth and painless as he remembered it being, so really, it must have been all right. They even gave him a new arm at one point and he barely noticed. It wasn’t as if he could move either of them on his own.

Today was more of the same. He became aware of sound before his eyes opened, the smiling and silver-haired doctors’ familiar voices discussing something. Elian inhaled deeply, almost involuntarily, before blinking his eyes open under the harsh exam table lights. The silver-haired doctor was mixing something in a large basin, and Elian could identify the acrid smell of paint thinner, though it was hard to pick out over the ever-present chemical sweetness of his own resin-skin.

“Your ‘muse’ is awake,” they commented sardonically, only barely looking up. They were never pleased to see him.

The smiling doctor’s hands were in his hair again. “Good morning, Elly! We’ve got very exciting work to do today! The last step in making you truly beautiful!” He leaned into her hand, his scalp the only remaining portion of his skin that could still feel properly. Making him “truly beautiful”? He couldn’t understand what she meant by that. All he could feel was that she was destroying his body for her own purpose. And still, somehow, she loved him. He couldn’t hate her for that.

The silver-haired doctor sighed. “Are you ready? The varnish is properly mixed. I will apply it when you are satisfied with the appearance.”

The smiling doctor gave Elian’s hair a final pat and withdrew. “Yes, I feel inspired. This will be my best work yet, I think. It’s the least I can do for such an incredible canvas. He’s been so good to us, hasn’t he?”

“He is not violent. That is a welcome change. Otherwise, he is perfectly ordinary, if not borderline defective, and I cannot comprehend your obsession with him.” Elian couldn’t either, though he bristled at the idea that he was defective. He’d been perfectly fine the way he was before anyone had interfered. “Regardless, my purpose here is not to understand your motivations, it is to ensure the procedure is carried out properly. Do your ‘art’ and I will do mine.” They seemed in an even worse mood than usual.

The smiling doctor was a brunette woman in her early forties, with dark eyes that crinkled when she smiled (which was most of the time). Elian didn’t see her as often as she was present. She had a tendency to stand behind him, just out of his eyeline, though he was very familiar with her voice and her touch. This time, she stood in front of him, looping her back-length hair into a messy bun and rolling up the sleeves of her lab coat. It wasn’t her usual one: this one was already flecked with paint and stained with watercolor, and looked to be much older than any of the others he’d seen her in over the weeks he’d been here. She seemed more comfortable in it.

The tray she rolled next to the exam table held no surgical tools. Instead, carefully mixed cups of paint and a stack of palettes occupied the space. “Rowan, the music, please,” she murmured, gaze already distant, appraising Elian with the critical eye of a sculptor choosing which slivers of stone to remove from a block of marble. Her smile had faded, giving way to a look of intense concentration as she mixed her first set of colors. The silver-haired doctor dropped the needle on a record player in the corner and then vanished from Elian’s eyeline as soft strains of violin music filtered through the room.

“Good. I think we’ll be productive today.” The smiling doctor collected pigment on her brush and began to paint.

It was watching a master at work. In other circumstances, Elian would have been awestruck to watch the way she assembled color out of pigment, building light colors onto dark bases in each section of his skin until it replicated the original tone. She moved like a virtuoso, weaving seemingly random patches of hue into a tapestry so realistic he almost didn’t notice how hauntingly flawless it was. As it was, it made his stomach twist in odd ways to watch every one of his scars (of which there were many), marks (also numerous), and blemishes (few) melt away into painted smoothness. She was “making him beautiful,” whatever that meant.

He didn’t like how long the silver-haired doctor had remained out of sight. That was never a good sign for him, and even if he couldn’t hear them talking or laughing to themselves, it didn’t mean he was safe from whatever they were doing next. Elian tried tilting his head up to see if he could catch sight of them again, his atrophied muscles protesting even the slight movement.

“Ah-ah, Elly, hold still, dearie.” The smiling doctor was painting Elian’s chest, and caught him by the chin to bring it back to its original position. “I’ll change the angle when I want it changed and not before. Art takes time.”

The silver-haired doctor knew what he was after. “I am here, preparing for the next stage. You need not look for me. I will neither be relocating nor constructing new torments for you.” He had been worried about that, but he wasn’t exactly sure he trusted them.

“Hush, Rowan. The sound of your voice makes it difficult for me to focus.” The silver-haired doctor said something in a language Elian didn’t understand, though it sounded mocking, and was silent.

This made Elian a bit bolder, though. While the doctor took a moment to clean her brush, he looked up at her and asked, “Please, doctor, can’t I know what’s happening to me?” Both of them liked being called doctor. He’d learned that early.

She hummed softly, considering, then chuckled, “I’ve already told you, love. We’re making you beautiful. You were quite lovely before, of course. I just thought I could make a few small improvements.”

This didn’t seem like an improvement. He was in even more daily pain than he’d been before and he couldn’t even eat on his own. He wanted to be back at home, in his room with his own comforts instead of the smiling doctor’s hollow reassurance. She wasn’t a person who took kindly to being disagreed with though, her interactions with the other two had told him that much, and she didn’t seem likely to give him a better answer. She liked playing coy, teasing him. He lapsed into silence.

It was almost meditative, the faraway feeling of the doctor’s brush as she painted over his skin. The music transported him to an alternate reality in which he wasn’t being tortured for his utility in some sort of modern art piece. He could have fallen asleep if it weren’t for the almost-ticklish sensation of his freckles being filled in with a detailing brush. Telling time was impossible here. He had no way of knowing how many hours the doctors worked, he only knew how often they gave him his nutrition supplement, which seemed to be twice a day if the injections really were weekly. It could have been one hour or ten that the smiling doctor spent on her work.

Focusing on the words the two doctors were speaking to each other was difficult through the haze of soothing fatigue. He caught things like “sedate him” and “for the best” and “breathe the fumes,” which didn’t exactly sound good, but then another burst of liquid came through his neck port, and he found himself caring very little. He caught a glimpse of the silver-haired doctor wearing a gas mask and assembling some sort of spraying device.

“Easy, there, Elly. Just go right to sleep while we protect your skin, all right?” The smiling doctor pet his hair again before withdrawing. Elian was able to identify only the smallest fraction of a second of searing agony being sprayed over his arm before the sea of unconsciousness closed over his head.

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He was surprised that they’d put him in his wheelchair today. He hadn’t seen it since the first week he’d been here, after the first round of injections, when the silver-haired doctor had declared his skin too fragile for him to be allowed to move freely. Elian hadn’t seen them since the last coat of material went onto his skin. He guessed their part in it all must be finished.

The smiling doctor had wheeled him down a set of hallways he hadn’t seen before and into multiple elevators until he was questioning how impossibly large the building must be. These people must have so many resources, if they could afford a base this size and kidnap him in broad daylight, not to mention all the equipment. How many others might they be keeping here? Not worth thinking about.

Now, she’d brought him into what looked like a dressing room and was comparing several satin fabrics to his new skin tone. “Want to set off your eyes…” she murmured to herself, along with other similar musings. In Elian’s opinion, pink was his best color, but the smiling doctor seemed to dislike how his already-pink hair contrasted with the soft rose of the fabric she had, and finally chose to dress him in azure instead. His limbs were articulated again, which made moving much smoother and less painful than it had been at certain points, and the smiling doctor manipulated Elian’s body to dress him fairly easily. He thought he could probably stand and dress on his own if he really tried, but she was a perfectionist and insisted on doing most things herself, anyway. What good would standing do him? It wasn’t as if he had the faintest idea where the exit was.

“There! I think that does it. Have a look, Elly, darling. See what you think.” That was odd. She’d never asked him what he thought about anything before.

The smiling doctor rolled a large, floor-length mirror in front of Elian’s chair, and he saw himself in his entirety for the first time since being brought to the lab. He recognized the face in the mirror as his own, but… altered. His usually pale skin was nearly luminous, highlighted on the cheeks and nose to emphasize the glossy sheen of the varnish. He’d known he must have been covered with the stuff — the silver-haired doctor hadn’t spared a square inch of him from the sprayer — but he hadn’t realized how artificial it made him look. His eyelids were solid pieces that raised and lowered themselves as the doctor tilted his head for him, and they opened much wider than usual, giving him an air of perpetual innocence. He was smiling, and a pang of dissonance ripped through him when he realized he couldn’t even feel it. It had been ages since he could feel his face. There was a plastic fitting over his teeth, preventing airflow and his mouth drying out. He would have thought she’d fix the gap between the front ones, but she must have found it charming. She’d rearranged the pattern of his freckles.

His arms perfectly matched on both sides, including the ring finger on his right hand he hadn’t noticed had been replaced. Articulated like doll’s limbs, with full range of motion, and those strange metal rings the engineer had installed on the day Elian had woken up during the procedure. The doctor had put him in a tutu, far from his first, with his hair arranged into a neat bun and tied with a ribbon in the same pastel blue as his clothes. He’d never danced ballet, though this ensemble was reminiscent of what he’d been wearing that day in the park. Was that why she’d taken him?

“Well?” she asked, bending to put his feet into pointe shoes, her ribbon technique showing she had experience doing so. His left ankle wasn’t articulated at all, but rigid, fixed in a pointed position, and the corresponding knee had several positions it could be locked into rather than a full range of motion like the other.

“I-” It came out more clearly than he expected. There seemed to be some kind of microphone set up that projected his voice past the veneers. “I don’t… understand…” It was still difficult to form consonants with his jaw and lips stuck fast.

“You were nearly perfect when I found you. All you needed was a few minor adjustments to be flawless. Some color correction here, a functional repair there. The smallest detail makes the work, after all. Wouldn’t you agree you’re much improved?”

Disagreeing with her didn’t seem like a safe thing to do, but how could he agree that being turned into a china-doll mockery of himself was an improvement? The image in front of Elian wasn’t truly of him at all, it was more of a sculpture vaguely modeled after him. The smiling doctor seemed enamored with it, though, and she played with his hair and beamed with delight while they looked in the mirror together. “Thank you, doctor. I’m perfect now.” The words made him sick to his stomach.

Another indulgent smile. “I’m so glad you feel that way. Now, the final step.”

She pushed his chair again, more long hallways and turns, until she finally brought him to a stop at the center of a stage in a small theater. The engineer was here, too, tinkering with some equipment. “Doctor Salazar. Everything ready?”

“Everything. Can I trust you not to damage him or will I have to monitor you? I’d hate to have to adjust the decorations again.”

The engineer shrugged. “If that stuff Doctor Fairbank put in him works right, there probably isn’t anything I could do to damage him. I’ll be alright.”

Her smile tightened. “He’s art, not equipment. Treat him as such.���

“Yeah. Right. Will do.” Elian was beginning to think he’d rather have the silver-haired doctor.

The engineer spent several minutes connecting carabiners to the ring-like shapes screwed into Elian’s bones. That horrible shattering sensation came back again whenever the cables took up the weight of his limbs and lifted them even slightly into the air, and by the time the engineer declared all of his testing complete, Elian felt as if he’d run a marathon. The pain alone was exhausting, and he’d been seated the whole time. That didn’t last long, though.

The engineer gave a signal to someone Elian couldn’t see, and all at once, the cables hauled him up out of his chair and into a standing position, balanced on the point of his fused leg. It felt precarious, and he swayed dangerously, but the metal ropes held him in place. The engineer wheeled Elian’s chair offstage, and he mentally reached out, insecure without it. He breathed heavily through his nose, anxiety fluttering in his chest. Was this the end goal of it all?

The curtain went up, the lights flared to life, and Elian squinted out at the empty chairs, save one, where the smiling doctor seemed nearly manic with excitement as she took her seat. Music arose from nowhere, the charmingly off-key notes of a music box, and the rigging pulled his limbs up and into the motions of a dance he wasn’t familiar with, rotating him delicately around his central axis and extending and retracting his leg to the rhythm. His muscles felt tense and stiff after weeks of disuse. Each smooth-yet-awkward movement was utter agony, and thick resin tears torturously gathered in his glazed eyes. He thought he could hear the crackling scrape of vitreous muscle all the way in his teeth. He wanted to scream, but the sound choked and died in his chest.

Elian looked out at Doctor Salazar, alone in the audience, the rictus grin lacquered onto his face. What was he looking for, some hollow comfort? Some sign that his life was not now utterly meaningless? Are you happy now? Am I what you wanted? Despair pooled in his gut as he watched the affection die in her eyes, along with the smile on her face.

taglist: @athenswrites @i-eat-worlds even though the doc is only a little in this lol

[osarina]

ok there are sooooo many i wanna ask but i’ll restrain my self to 3:

wine

vanilla bean

lipstick stain

ELIANE!! ok i did wine for dazai already, so i'll do fyodor for that one, but 2 & 3 are gonna be dazai

wine - honestly my first date with fyodor would probably be similar to my first official date w dazai with the sole difference that it doesn't get crashed LOL. very romantic night out, i can't decide if it'll be a fancy restaurant or maybe a candlelit dinner at home, but regardless, it's very sweet & romantic, and he makes sure everything goes perfectly.

vanilla bean - with dazai ?? god who knows. we're either staying in and relaxing, watching a movie, or he's planned some grand day itinerary that involves dragging me out of bed at 6 in the morning and not getting home until late at night. its always something new with him truly!! never know what to expect

lipstick stain - heh. neck kisses 4 dazai solely because its the only thing that makes his brain shut down. he'll be going on rambling about one thing or another, or thinking too hard about things he definitely shouldn't be thinking so hard about, and all it takes is the smallest brush of my lips against his neck for him to lose all train of thought. he'll kiss anywhere he can reach LOL, but his favorite place is probably just my lips tbh—he likes the casual intimacy of it, he'll steal kisses whenever he gets the chance

[kitkatcodes]

If someone forced you to brainstorm what your top ten favorite websites are, (Let's say that they'd do something ghastly otherwise, like pouring cereal into a bowl and then milk) what would your list be?

ooooh!!! ok.. ten might be hard but here are FOUR I can think off at the top of my head (with gifs woo) ۹(ÒہÓ)۶

ILOVE AN INTERACTIVE SITE - Yihui Hu

big fan of very cute minimal vibes (also has an interactive element) - Tiffany Wang

a minimal neobrutalist theme - Elian

a great project showcase site!! - Lucca I've gotten a lot of inspo from this one for my site hehe

◝(⑅•ᴗ•⑅)◜..°♡ Enjoy ♡

[enchantedelain]

”My dad thinks I’m a princess!” —> Eltamcien

-Mita :)

Elain swirled in front of the mirror, swishing her tulle skirt back and forth as she gazed pensively at her reflection. Back at home, she would have been thrilled to even see a dress this lovely — let alone have it made for her and have the honor of wearing it.

Yet, something felt off. It was her wedding day and there was not a spot of color on her apart from her bright cheeks and pink lips. White was just so…boring.

It felt easier to go with tradition. Pleasing others was her natural state, even when it came to her own wedding gown. The lace was soft and covered in tiny pearls tracing the floral design. The neckline was modest. It fully covered her, leaving only her graceful arms bare. The more she hid, the more others could wonder.

She looked up when there was a knock on the wooden door. As a seer, it was no surprise to her to find Lucien (her mate and groom) and Tamlin (his best man) peeking in the door.

Upon seeing the wedding dress, Tamlin quickly covered Lucien’s eyes, eliciting a grumpy groan from the fox.

“Please. That is superstition only.” Lucien whined.

Tamlin shook his head, sincerely. “I don’t know about that. I saw Feyre in her dress and look at what happened! Gwyn, on the other hand…”

The blonde admired his own wedding ring.

Elain laughed. “You boys are being so silly.”

She stood, arms akimbo, gently glaring at Tamlin. “Please free my mate.”

“Yeah!” Lucien echoed. “Let me see my bride.”

Tamlin shrugged. “I suppose that I will be the one remaining ‘stitious enough for all of us.”

He let go and watched Lucien’s eyes grow wide with admiration. Lucien was rarely silenced, but Elian’s beauty did it on a regular basis.

“You look like a princess…” He whispered.

Elain blushed. “My dad thought I was a princess…”

She wished he were here with her today. Her sisters were walking her down the aisle, but it would never be the same.

Tamlin eyed Elain’s wistful eyes, before tilting his head. “You don’t like your dress, do you?”

Elain reddened, fiercely. “Of course — of course…no.”

“The curse of the Archeron sisters and their bridal garb.” Tamlin sighed, raising a brow. He thought for a moment, before carefully waving his hand and letting the dress take a new form under his magic.

Elain gasped as white sparkles tingled around her. She looked down. The waist of the gown had been lowered and cinched with delicate pleating. The skirt was layered now, in a soft pastel rainbow that reflected the light. The bodice had not been touched, apart from it fitting in a way even the best seamstress could not create.

“Now I feel like a princess.” She whispered. Her eyes glowed as she looked at her favorite boys.

“Princess…” Lucien said quietly, stunned.

“Come on, Fox.” Tamlin chuckled, tugging him out the door. “You have hours left in the day to admire her.”

“Still,” Lucien sighed. “There will never be enough.”

[mapoeggplant]

Hi......If you don't mind, can I ask, what are your top 10 (or top 7) favorite media (can be books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series/video games)? Why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks....

whaaa that's such a fun question, thank you so much for asking!!!!!!

hmmm, since I'm a very terrible person with deciding things, would you mind if I give you top 5 mangas and top 5 books?? I feel like focusing on them, it will be easier for me and I'll be able to talk more about them!!

ok so in no particular order, here are my:

top 5 mangas

ikoku nikki, by tomoko yamashita

I think I fell in love with this manga the second I start to read. it's just incredibly well written, with beautiful characters that are well developed and well explored. yamashita is one of my favorite authors of all time, so I could go on and on about how much I love her writing.

it's a beautiful story about personal connections, grief and future!

shimanami tasogare, by yuuki kamatani

this story is a safe space for me. not only because I love the way it's written and the way it's developed, but it was a huge help for me in my process of self discovering and acceptance of my demissexuality. I will forever be grateful for what this story brought me and all the tears I shed reading it

skip to loafer, by misaki tamakatsu

I think it's already obvious that sukirofa would be on the list OIFJASOJF. I just think it's a gorgeous story that focus a lot on self discovery, growing up and platonic love. I absolute love the "I love you as a person" message that it evoques. I wish there was a story like this when I was a teenager...

haikyuu!!, by haruichi furudate

haikyuu have a deep, deep place in my heart and it's a story I will cary with me forever. it's one of the reasons why I came back to the internet to share thoughts and one of the reasons why I made so many beautiful friends, but also it changed me for the better and it was with me on difficult times. everyone should read it, tbh.

blue period, by tsubasa yamaguchi

one of the reasons why blue period is so important to me is because yatora is a character that resonates A LOT with me. reading it for the first time was like being punched on the face multiple times because I saw a lot of me on it and a lot of my struggles and self doubts. yatora will forever be a character that is extremely important to me.

bonus: "I want to be a wall", by honami shirono and "hibari no asa", by tomoko yamashita

top 5 books

the white book, by Han kang

han kang is one of my favorite authors. I absolute love her writing and, as a writer myself, she inspires me a lot. I find this book to be absolute gorgeous. never in my life I read something that talks about grief and loneliness such as this book. gorgeous, from beginning to end.

the bell jar, by sylvia plath

this book was very important for me growing up. I feel that I picked it up at the right moment of my life and it just stayed with me forever. the fig scene is something that I think about constantly and reflect a lot on it. I feel that I should reread it now that I'm way older.

meu desconhecimentos, by eliane brum

i'm so sorry to say, but I don't think this book was ever translated to english...but I would love to talk about it a little. it was first introduced to me by my therapist and it stayed with me since the moment I started reading it. I resonate a lot with eliane's trajectory with writing and she inspire me a lot too.

the unwomanly face of war, by svetlana alexievich

this book is non fictional and it covers the soviet women who fought on WWII. this book impacted me so much that I still remember vividly scenes from it. it's not an easy book to read and it's extremely graphic, but it definitely left a mark on me.

the good son, by you-jeong jeong 

I wouldn't say this book is one of my favorites of all time, but I doo catch myself recommending it A LOT, so it would be weird not to include here. it's a great, great narrative with a highly unreliable narrator that manages to convince you from beginning to end. it's not an easy read as well, since it's a very slow one and can be repetitive.

WELL!!! I think that's it?? idk I feel like every time someone asks me about my favorite something my mind goes blank OIFJASIOJF but I hope I was able to answer your question 💛 thank you for asking!!

[mk-swan]

Random book rants

Bonus chapter A Court of Silver Flames

Okay first off I am raging and not in a good way. Throughout this series Azriel has been like my favorite bat boy….but this chapter changed things. To start off before this chapter I did kinda ship Elaine and Azriel but I also thought it wouldn’t happen because the 3 brothers and 3 sisters were way too predictable. Now in the beginning of this chapter I was oh okay maybe Sarah J Maas is going to go with it anyway and then Rysand interrupted. SO many of the booktock girlies turned on him. I think that he did nothing wrong. When Azriel said “ "The Cauldron chose three sisters. Tell me how it's possible that my two brothers are with two of those sisters, yet the third was given to another." I was like ????? And when Rysand responded Rhys's face drained of color. "You believe you deserve to be her mate?" Azriel scowled. "I think Lucien will never be good enough for her, and she has no interest in him, anyway."

I really don’t think it was Rysand not thinking that Az wasn’t worthy of her he was just shocked that Azriel thought he was. If you look at the two now stable relationships we can see that the boys think that their mates are perfect and that they aren’t worthy of them, and they thank the Cauldron everyday for putting them together. The girl obviously has the same feeling towards the men. I think this is why Rysand was so shocked. He knew that it would risk so much for Azriel and Elaine to be together and if this was the mentality that Azriel had then they clearly weren’t meant to be. Okay now back to Azriel the audacity that he had to re gift the neckless he originally got for Eliane to Gwyneth pissed me the hell off. Like Azriel is an amazing spy so he is extremely good at picking up on people's feelings so he had to have some inkling that Gwyneth liked him and the fact that he just did that is such a jackass move. Like Gwyneth only got one other gift that year from Nestia so you know that she was probably very touched by Azriels gift. Now I also want to preface that I am not a hard core Lucian and Elaine shipper either. I really likedLucian in the first book but honestly I haven’t liked his personality that much since he found out that he is Elaine’s mate. That being said I think if he got his own book I could easily be won back over, because I know he has some serious back story. I honestly think that when Azriel get’s his own book it is going to be very angsty. I am happy we got this chapter but it really changed my opinion of Azriel.

(Just a rant about one of my favorite characters giving me the ick)

[futuredaysbycan]

for the character asks: tserri, leorio and mike :)

sure thing!

Tserri:

My first impression ah he's That type of guy

My impression now nice, he likes Merzbow, Boredoms, Gerogerigegege, Coil, Throbbing Gristle, Whitehouse, Nurse with Wound, Einstürzende Neubauten, Brainbombs, Egor Letov, Death in June, Current 93, La Monte Young, Moondog, Lou Harrison, Henry Cowell, Luigi Russolo, Popol Vuh, Fishmans, Jean Jacques Perrey, Les Rallizes Dénudés, Rainbow Caroliner, Taj Mahal Travellers, Fushitsusha, Peter Brötzmann, John Cage, Scott Walker, Unwound, Dead, Frank Zappa, Morton Feldman, Captain Beefheart, Pharoah Sanders, Albert Ayler, Ornette Coleman, Alice Coltrane, Arnold Schoenberg, Pierre Boulez, György Ligeti, Karlheinz Stockhausen, Nang Nang, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Nara Leão, Basic Channel, Raymond Scott, Delia Derbyshire, Daphne Oram, Noah Howard, Terry Riley, Peter Sotos, Lula Côrtes e Zé Ramalho, Boyd Rice, Mahmoud Ahmed, Henry Flynt, Kazumoto Endo, David Tudor, Aporea, Half Japanese, Mega Banton, Secret Chiefs 3, Keiji Haino, Ramleh, Otomo Yoshihide, John Zorn, Joe Meek, Robbie Basho, Phil Spector, Faxed Head, Harry Partch, Wesley Willis, Fred Frith, The Residents, Sun Ra, Sun City Girls, Hans Krüsi, Royal Trux, Jandek, Yat-Kha, Loren Mazzacane Connors, Pärson Sound, The Dead C, Comus, Cromagnon, Eliane Radigue, Arthur Doyle, Shizuka, The Red Krayola, Henry Cow, Magma, Opus Avantra, Pan.Thy.Monium., Murmuüre, Ksiezyc, Gong, Cukor Bila Smert', cLOUDDEAD, Muslimgauze and Kaoru Abe

Favorite thing about that character his whole existence is another proof how well togashi knows people because tserri is THE villain of current era i know several dudes that are just like him (without like. the killings and crimes of course) twitter and reddit is like sprawling these guys

Least favorite thing

hed be into my gemini ass

Favorite line/scene

Leoš Janáček hanta hanta real

Favorite interaction that character has with another when theta shot him ♥️

A character that I wish that character would interact with more HE NEEDS TO INTERACT WITH SO MANY PEOPLE I NEED AS MANY WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS GUY REACTIONS anyway i have this comedy sketch in my mind about several ways chrollo could get his power in his little book he would be like yaaay meteor city xenophobia yea i agree noooo way you know nen can you show me :o noooo way can you splain me that in more details nooooo way anyway wanna check my nen catalogue

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character i do count people from Patrician Music Chartposting the facebook group as characters and he is several of them. hence why my tserri playlist is 100% canon.

A headcanon about that character him and halkenburg bonded over wanna be deep music i see hankenburg running to tserri like you have to hear this!!!!! and gives him a copy of kid a by radiohead (its year 2001 in hxh)

A song that reminds of that character every song from obey by brainbombs, i mean even the cover is a pic of that serial killer who made stuff like belt from nipples

An unpopular opinion about that character he is sadly and tragically very funny

[shadow0haven]

Okay so. Due to personal issues going OK I fell off of my relisten from @a-mag-a-day and such

BUT. I want to talk a little about the first time I listened to 200 and the feelings it absolutely smashed my heart into pieces. (This turned into a lot, oops)

When the whole showdown happens and Jon shows up to take down Elias and take his rightful place as Eye? I remember thinking "oh no" but also "HELL YEAH PUNISHMENT FOR JONAH" kinda deal. I didn't realize how much was going on and that Martin and Jon and everyone else didn't talk and agree about Jon going there to take him down.

Like. The thoughts that must have been running through Jon's head. How he thought it would be better off to sacrifice himself to run his dying world into the ground quicker, that he could sacrifice himself and maybe make it SLIGHTLY better until things ended. That he wanted to be the Eye solely because it called to him, and it was made for him. But he wanted to do it both for said reason and to save the people he loved.

How Martin comes crashing in and discussed it, knowing Jon would do this. They knew each other enough that Martin knew Jon would do it, would sacrifice himself and let himself be The Eye.

Oh my emotions for that were AWFUL And I think I made the mistake of listening at work! I think I had a whole rollercoaster of facial expressions the whole time.

And the statement where we learn about the Fears? Extremely tasty. It was an interesting look into it and I personally loved it.

AND THEN THE COLLAPSE. That they planned to take down the Panopticon and Jon had no clue. It hurt tons for this whole thing to go on, and then Jon changing his mind at the last second? Because he refused to watch Martin die in front of him in that way? (Or maybe rethought it and just... didn't want to have people suffer and die more because of him, especially Martin.)

Then the entire ending of it. I don't think I'll ever be over the ending. The emotions that must have been going on, and the thoughts and fears.

Bam! World a fucking mess and back to normal, Jon and Martin gone. No corpses, no bodies. Just gone. Georgie and Melanie and Basira doing their best to see if they could find them.

Personally, I don't think I could have listened to TMA s5 over right now due to things going on in my own life, but this podcast lives in my heart and under my skin so deeply. It was my first fiction podcast and honestly a favorite. I don't think I'll ever be able to live it down.

Thank you mag a day, and special thoughts to @ ashes-in-a-jar ans mod Elian for all their love and hard work in this project!

And especially thanks to my favorite podcast. It's rough around the edges, but still my favorite for as long as it will be. 💜🌸💜

[itwasthisorthemilitary]

April 13, 2024

I knowwwww I haven't been writing 🙃

Ok Thursday night: Sughedys straightened my hair for a good 90 minutes and then knotted it up in a hair net and bandana. I was under strict instructions to not get sweaty between 10 pm Thursday night and noon on Friday. Impossible? Really enjoyed sitting there while she played with my hair. Felt like a little girl.

Yesterday was one of my favorite birthdays Ive ever had and I think it was because I went into it with such low expectations. I received an insane amount of gifts from my family. A new necklace for the party, a pair of pants, a sun hat, a new bag (all which I now have to figure out how to pack). Dena came over bright and early with my favorite coconut water and chocolates 😊 I can't explain what it was like receiving so many cards, handmade bracelets, and little trinkets from trainees who were working with whatever they had. I feel so lucky that my birthday was during PST and I got to celebrate with everyone before shipping out. Caitlin gave me a book and a postcard from New Hampshire and that made me cry. So for the morning I didn't do much of anything (couldn't get sweaty). I bought a pineapple and shared it with some people on my porch. Then. At noon it was time to get beautiful. Elianis helped me do my makeup, sughedys took my hair out of it's holdings, and I changed into my new dress. It was CRAZY putting makeup on, also it was so hot so really only eye makeup and lipstick because I was sweating so much. Yesterday afternoon felt like getting ready for prom with Audrey and Caitlin. We were singing to music, taking pictures at each of our houses, and we think the women were more excited than we were. Once we were all done we walked into the center of town for the despedida. The despedida is just a farewell party for all the volunteers and their families. Not gonna lie, having a party throw on my birthday was kinda amazing. Everyone made it such a big deal and I was looking more fancy than most. The despedida was fun, albeit bittersweet. Caitlin, Audrey, Elianis, Crisyei, and I all did the macarena in front of everyone.

After the despedida we continued the birthday festivities at my house. Liv, Sam, Audrey, Caitlin, and Carlo all came over and we played old playlists from highschool while drinking gree apple vodka out of a water bottle. The running joke is that it was actually my 17th birthday because everything in the training community feels like being in highschool again. We danced and sang and all ate cake afterwards. My mom asked if I wanted to invite more trainees and when I said no she laughed really hard. Then I called Chloe which was a MISTAKE because then I got really sad that she wasn't there too. I was sitting with these 5 people who are so amazing and two months ago I didn't know them and now I couldn't picture my life without them but it still felt like chlo was missing from the equation.

All around, an incredible birthday, I feel so loved and it was fun to dress up even if it was a little ridiculous.

Today: championship baseball game!

Audrey, Caitlin, and I all went into Chorerra with our family to watch my brother, Elian, play at the championship baseball game. Its a new stadium for the major league but for the championship game they got to play there. He was SO excited when he found out we were coming. Olivia and Sam met us there. Elian is OBSESSED with Sam so you could just see him glowing that we all showed up with his whole family. We all got super into the game...for the first 2 hours and then we were wondering why the fuck the coach hadn't put Elian in once. Elian is so good at baseball he's been asked to play on an elite team during the season, and during today's game he was not put on the field once....I asked my family and they were livid. They've had issues with the director in the past and the vibe is he's resentful of Elian and the other player who have been asked to join this elite team. Obviously I don't know the whole story but he's a child and whatever your issue is, don't take it out on him. They brutally lost the game and when we got home elian was crying because he was so embarrassed that all of us came and he didn't play. I'm still so upset about it, not that I didn't see him play, I see him play everyday, but that he was caught in the crossfire's of adults.

After the game Liv, Caitlin, Sam, Audrey and I went out for birthday margs and lemme tell you, Passion fruit margs??? They go down real smooth, especially with some extra shots. So then Audrey and I went grocery shopping...bad idea. Put me in the American grocery store while drunk, yikes. I asked Audrey if I should get the peanut butter m&M's, the sour candy, the Milano dark chocolate cookies, or the extra cheddar goldfish and she said "it was your birthday yesterday....all of them?" So that was all the convincing I needed.

Then tonight was sam's mom's birthday so I went to her party because it's our last like real night here. After some more beer and wine I ended up on top of my usual hill looking at the stars.

Not sure if you've noticed but I use some combination of Audrey, Carlo, Caitlin, Liv, and Sam in every sentence. (I miss Ahmet daily, we facetimed him for my birthday party) I'm going to be gutted and I'm one of the lucky ones, I'm keeping two out of the 5 of them. After Wednesday, guaranteed no seeing them for 3 months. It's been the craziest codependency for the last 10 weeks, followed by isolation for the next 2 years. All five of them made yesterday one of the best birthdays Ive had and I'm just going to know them for the rest of my life.

Fittingly, on my last day in the states I was up until 3 am writing a blog post. Much like I am right now on my (2nd to) last night in Los Mortales. Tomorrow is packing and saying goodbye to everyone. Pictures to follow

[toonilumi]

you already did this for the dm prime cast so. what would be the natures of the dm ee and v3 cast? (aka what would their favorite and least favorite flavors be?)

these are based purely on flavors. format is nature (liked/disliked). challenging myself to use no neutrals.

cut due to length

snom: rash (dry/bitter)

candella: mild (dry/sour)

cogsworth: naive (sweet/bitter)

gertrude: hasty (sweet/sour)

viktor: relaxed (sour/sweet)

giselle: rash (dry/bitter)

axeton: quiet (dry/sweet)

rocky: naughty (spicy/bitter)

luis: bold (sour/spicy)

hanayo: jolly (sweet/dry)

yukio: lonely (spicy/sour)

annette: hasty (sweet/sour)

hellebore: relaxed (sour/sweet)

aster: naive (sweet/bitter)

madame: sassy (bitter/sweet)

bow: impish (sour/dry)

lyra: hasty (sweet/sour)

as for v3

robin: naive (sweet/bitter)

hollis: timid (sweet/spicy)

tulip: modest (dry/spicy)

aramis: jolly (sweet/dry)

molly: adamant (spicy/dry)

eliane: brave (spicy/sweet)

devonne: naive (sweet/bitter)

astra: gentle (bitter/sour)

salem: bold (sour/spicy)

wesley: modest (dry/spicy)

raiden: adamant (spicy/dry)

odelle: jolly (sweet/dry)

danger: naughty (spicy/bitter)

winters: naive (sweet/bitter)

viola: quiet (dry/sweet)

sombra: relaxed (sour/sweet)

kevin: hasty (sweet/sour)

wynne: jolly (sweet/dry)

syntax and haskell are both neutral (they cant eat)

also i hate bitter food and i think my bias shows

[princess-of-the-worlds]

🎁

🎁name a published gift fic someone has given you that you love and can’t recommend enough (be sure to tag the author. Or if you don’t have an AO3 or haven’t been gifted a fic, what kind of fic would you like to be gifted?)

hmmm, i'm going to cheat and choose three!

mission impawsible: welcome to corgiff! by fitzroysquare

a torchwood fic that sees the torchwood team chasing an alien corgi (also known as a korhi) while cardiff is caught in the grasp of a corgi con. excellent fic that i still think about on a daily basis bc i helped inspire and edit the chaos

for the one who stands outside the prison-wall by stanzas (@dorochas)

because i like the idea i can drive elian to such terrible heights /j

overnight salad by MonsterMince (@monstermince)

i'm starting to realize a lot of these gift fics originated from me coming up with a terrible or chaotic idea and driving my friends to writing them. thank you so much mac for giving me one more thing to laugh about for my favorite snl skit

send me an emoji ask about my wip and published fics

[acourtofthought]

So do you have a theory about Papa archeron's deal with koschei? Could it have to do something with Lucien or herself? Elain being a seer. I think she knows more than she has told anyone. I have a theory that Eris may be helping her train? Maybe he's the elderly fae whose gardens. She's helping. Also cause he is the most likely to tell her about the night courts inner secrets. My other thought is on her ex Grayson and his family. Could they have been working with koschei all along. Giving him women. Elain did say that they needed a women's touch. And if it's a retelling of bloudend. The Welsh story. Sorry if I misspelled. Wouldn't it be a love spell with her and Grayson. Also would foreshadowed Elian telling them not to hurt Grayson. And when Rhys asked Azriel if he was spying on Lucien. He said no. Than Rhys asked him about Grayson. Azriel said if Lucien kills Grayson. That wouldn't bother him. Or something like that. I used to be team Azriel and elain. Now Lucien and Elain after carefully rereading. They both are have similar personalities. Except Lucien is an extrovert. Elain clutch her fork white knuckles. Lucien clutched his fork during one of first dinners with the inner circle. I believe it was directed towards amren. And his knuckles turned white too. Just my thoughts. And I need a new acotar book. I actually have a feeling we will see Bryce and Elain have a friendship. Hopefully in crescent City three. Bryce gets along with everyone and I feel elain being by herself. That's whose she's going to naturally go towards. Maybe help her with her gardens and cooking. Bryce likes to keep busy. I also could see Elain making Bryce her favorite foods. Elain still hasn't found her self. Bryce is lost in another world. Naturally, I feel they will understand each other without having to speak. Sorry for the long posts

No apologies necessary!

Honestly, I never thought there was all that much behind the deal Koschei made with Papa Archeron.

In order to gain the Bone Carver's aid in the war, Feyre had to obtain the Ouroboros (not sure if I spelled that right) simply because he wanted to know if she'd do it. Rhys also made a bargain with the weaver (I don't think we ever figured out what deal that was). So that's two "Death Gods" who agreed to bargains that weren't all that big a deal.

I imagine it's something similar for Koschei. Maybe he wanted something that he hasn't had in long time, being trapped at the lake. Papa Archeron was the "Prince of Merchants" so I'd think there would be some physical item he traded for Vassa's temporary freedom.

I know there are some theories that it somehow involved Elain but I really don't know that two people can enter a bargain while involving a third person who has no say in whether they want to be part of that bargain.

I also think Lucien is aware of what the bargain was and he doesn't seem all that worried that it has anything to do with Elain:

"Is she really - ?"

"Yes. But your father, ever the negotiator..." A sad, small smile toward that burnt grass. "He managed to cut a deal with Vassa's keeper to come here. Temporarily, but...better than nothing."

I can't imagine he's not been informed of exactly what the deal was, especially since he's now been living with Vassa. Either when he met up with Papa Archeron and Vassa or during his time with her, I imagine he learned of the trade and if it was something for him to worry about because it has something to do with Elain, he would be more concerned.

Not to mention in SF, SJM retconned him meeting up with Vassa and Papa Archeron while they marched to battle and made it so he was at the lake with Papa Archeron. Again, the bargain is something he should be aware of, all things considered.

I have noticed similarities for Elain and Lucien as it aligns with the fairytale of Blodeuwedd however I see Az as being involved rather than Graysen. It's possible we'll see Elain finally stand up to him at some point in her book but I'm hoping we don't see that she's heavily pining for him anymore.

I do agree that Elain and Lucien have been written as being extremely compatible though! It's entertaining to see how similar their mannerisms are in completely different scenes where they aren't even together. I think it's be fun when we finally see them interact for real and those similarities are super evident.

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