#If not just descend into “The One Where Literally Everything Hits the Fan”

[pastelaspirations]

As a last hurrah before the year is done, have my take on lesbian Errorink ✧˖°.

I saw an interesting question once. One that posed the controversial thought that "if your yaoi ship got turned into yuri, would you even still ship it anymore??" It was an interesting question, although perhaps a leading question, that gave the idea that many people may cease to ship a pairing if they turned from boys to girls.

I only had one thought to that question.

It's cute that you think that would have any chance of deterring me. No, w a t c h. My undying love for my otp is only strengthened.

Case in point; if yaoi errorink has consumed my entire mind and soul, then it would make perfect sense that yuri errorink would do so as well. Don't you see. It's literally the exact same ship, with all the same dynamics and interactions, but they're ✧˖°.girls now✧˖°.

SO. BIG SHOUTOUT TO JUNIEMUNIE FOR THEIR REFS WHICH STRONGLY INSPIRED MINE. I want to draw their versions one day. And I will, I will, just let me cook, man, I promise I will-

Of course, obligatory "p l e a s e open drawings in another tab to see them better 'cus they look like dog water on here."

WARNING; RAMBLING AHEAD THAT I WILL T R Y TO MAKE SHORT I thought it would be so funny, man, hilarious, if Error was like. This scrunkly girlboss badass who could, and would, absolutely destroy you. B u t she is sort of dressed like a high end hobo?? Like- SHE GOT THE BUNNY SLIPPERS ON AND LOOKS LIKE SHE LOW KEY JUST ROLLED OUT OF BED, but she gonna make damn sure her makeup is on f l e e k before she walks out that door ✧˖°.

BUT, THEN, COMPARE THAT. COMPARE THAT WITH. Just comedy gold, I tell you. This badass, skrunkly girlboss Destroyer of Worlds and her love interest, the only one who holds the key to her heart... is just Ink. A teeny lil cutie patootie who runs around completely barefoot in Care Bear lookin' overalls, with a paintbrush taller than she is and a giant burrito scarf. Just-

Yep. That's the Destroyer of Worlds's gf, right there. (I can see the crap posts now. Error being an absolutely horrifying entity to be reckoned with, but immediately switches to a sing-songy, happy voice as soon as Ink pops into the room.)

Fun fact; I'm sick as a dog as of this post. I finished these drawings not being able to breathe or swallow. :D Well, f i n e, I wasn't as bad when I finished Error's first, but then I got worse with Ink's. Like. I was staring at the screen, half-dead and unable to focus, when I was finishing her up, but she doesn't look half that bad, huh. Not too shabby for someone who can barely concentrate and had to proofread this post four times before giving up and hoping it is at least somewhat coherent in my fever induced fog state.

[radiance1]

de-aged Danny is one of my babies,

Shit hits the fan with the giw and Danny is super injured and Clockwork has to mess with some things so Danny doesn’t return to his core being vulnerable and sends him millions of miles away to Gotham and in the process Danny becomes 6/10 years old and is weeks healed due to being smaller and costing less ectoplasm but is still achy, Danny is steered to Jason’s apartment where he just got off his shift and then his is the twist! Jason is mute due to an accident with the joker and Batman (batman unintentionally causing his muteness) and out of reflex of a child on his counter hand first into a box of Cheerios let’s put a exasperated noise of flames and a lighter and Danny responds with his own spark of electricity and Jason is shocked (hehe) that Danny can understand and even communicate can he just lets out everything he’s been doing since “holy shit I can talk to someone normally” and then he realizes this child has the same scar as him and is pissed but Danny calms him down and calms the pits and he’s like “okay you’re mine now shit- I’m like Bruce- no. I’ll think about this later-“ Danny is super cute and Jason is having a field day with parent hood and Jason gives Danny a comm for when he goes out but he’s only allowed to speak in ghost speak and the rest are confused when Jason sprints away and they follow to see Danny in Jason’s arms being lulled to sleep with a man on the ground knocked out or dead who knows not Jason because it was shoot & punch and ask questions later and then Danny says sleepily “Oh your daddy’s brothers, hi” like it’s normal to meet family in this situation and Jason puts him to bed before signing “Say anything to Bruce and you will never be called uncle or attend his birthday in your life.”

Bruce only finds out when Jason some how ends up super injured and can’t sign and Danny translates (no editing just straight he said fucking hell) and introduces himself as Danny Todd, Bruce privately cried a little

The Joker catches wind of Red Hood's son and as you know, the Joker loves breaking people, both physically and mentally.

So he tries that shit with Danny, and because this is highly targeted specifically towards Red Hood. He even uses the method he killed Red Hood with when he was just a little itty-bitty robin.

Don't even talk about time because the entire Batfam suddenly gained fucking superspeed (They don't, but at the rate they're going they might as well have it), find the location the Joker is holding Danny at and descend on the Joker like a pack of starving wolves catching their prey.

Like, no joke (heh). They all throw straight hands; Joker gets tag teamed to hell and back by every one of them and none of them are holding back.

Later the Joker is on the ground a mangled mess, passed the fuck out and Batman just decides to go "Peace" and leaves him for dead without looking back, takes Danny (With Jason's explicit permission) and drives off in the Batmobile to Batburger because Danny was hungry.

Literally everyone else:

Joker just gets absolutely violated even further than what he already got, now that Batman's gone and very much left him for dead there ain't no one here to even try and stop them.

Gets beaten so hard he regains consciousness, and that guy still finds some reason to laugh.

A couple hours the Joker is just a mangled corpse with an inch of life in em and they give Jason the honor of finishing him off because not only was he the one to kill him, but he also tried to kill his son. Joker gets a bullet through his skull with both Danny and Bruce none the wiser because Bruce suddenly found himself on babysitting duty.

Danny was fully well and capable of getting out of that situation on his own, and he would've, but the Batfam was literally just faster in getting to the Joker than he was.

And he was literally with the Joker.

[queenofmoons67]

I’ve got a Nie Bros idea if you’re interested. Maybe there was tampered intel or maybe some sort of kidnapping gone awry, but one or both thinks the other is dead. I’m a sucker for angst and the nie bros. relationship but happy ending always win for me. So they do eventually find each other again and there are many feels.

I had so much fun writing this! I hope you like it!

Nie Huaisang woke to the sound of shouting. He rolled over, groaning, but opened his eyes to stare blearily at the full moon outside his window, crystal clear against the dark of night. Even for Nie Mingjue, this was rather early to be waking people for morning saber practice.

But then the acrid smell of smoke blew into his nose, and Nie Huaisang shot up to stare around the room—the room that had only a handful of fans and paints, and held not a single birdcage.

He wasn’t in the Unclean Realm. He wasn’t even in Qinghe. He was in his room at the Cloud Recesses, where he had stayed for nearly five years: Four because he kept failing tests, and the fifth because his brother wanted him somewhere safe after the disaster of a Discussion Conference in Qishan. Or rather, somewhere that wouldn’t be a massive target in the case that war finally broke out between the QishanWen and QingheNie. 

But most importantly, if he was in the Cloud Recesses where one of the very first of three thousand rules prohibited making excessive noise: Who was shouting? And what was on fire?

Hurriedly pulling on the nearest set of outer robes—not the plain white student robes, thank Lan Qiren, but his own green and tan Nie-colored robes now that he was only a visiting disciple—Nie Huaisang threw open the door and stared out into the night.

In addition to being allowed regular clothes again, the change in label from ‘student’ to ‘visiting disciple’ meant that he no longer had reason to be in the student dorms. Instead, he had been granted a small, one-roomed building typically meant for visiting sect leaders. It was on the outskirts of the main buildings, since it was usually empty, but still close enough to the center of the Cloud Recesses that anyone staying there didn’t have far to walk to get places.

It was far enough away from everything that Nie Huaisang had apparently slept through the Cloud Recesses’s barrier being broken, but close enough that fire already licked at the roof of his own building from the ones next door, and that he could easily see the way a Wen disciple’s sword stabbed through a Lan disciple’s chest, splattering blood across the neatly kept pathways.

Nie Huaisang clutched at the doorway of his room. For a moment, that blood was all he could see: The ruby color of it as a droplet clung, dew-like, to a blade of grass.

And then the smell of smoke hit him again, and Nie Huaisang violently shook his head.

This wasn’t the first time he had seen blood. He was a cultivator, a disciple of QingheNie, descended from butchers and his brother’s only heir. Animals in the kitchen, yao and other creatures while night hunting—even the occasional blood from saber practice.

For all the entire cultivation world, himself included, regarded Nie Huaisang as soft, he was no stranger to the violence of the world. The world itself had seen to that.

Steeling himself, Nie Huaisang ran out into the night just as the first flame caught on the roof of his room.

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Nie Mingjue would never forget how he found out the news. Messengers from the Nightless City and the Cloud Recesses arrived at nearly the same time.

He had seen the Wen disciple first; the man had been smug as he walked across the hall to the QingheNie throne, offering the shallowest possible bow and doing his best to look down at Nie Mingjue.

Nie Mingjue had put a stop to that by simply rising to his feet, offering such a perfect bow that it could only be insincere, and then bending his head to literally look down his nose at the shorter man.

The Wen disciple had left quickly after that, only handing a scroll to Nie Mingjue before leaving.

Nie Mingjue scoffed, but sat down again, sprawling across the chair now that it was just him and the guards at the door.

The scroll wasn’t even sealed, its contents open to whoever wanted to read it. But Nie Mingjue quickly found out why. When Wen Ruohan dared to demand the heirs of every big sect become his willing hostages, why would the man bother hiding it? He was flaunting his power, telling the entire cultivation world that he didn’t fear them—that they should fear him instead.

Nie Mingjue crushed the scroll in his shaking fist with a growl.

“Send the Lan disciple in!” he demanded. Undoubtedly the other messenger was there about Nie Huaisang as well. Perhaps the Cloud Recesses had received a summons for Lan Wangji first? Though that would be strange; the Unclean Realm was closest to the Nightless City, they should have been the first to—

Nie Mingjue’s thoughts silenced themselves the moment he laid eyes on the Lan disciple. The bottom of her robes wore mud, and above that, ash. Even her Lan ribbon had turned to gray.

“Lan-guniang!” Nie Mingjue gasped, straightening up in his seat instantly. He gestured for the guards, and one of them laid a cushion at the disciple’s feet.

She knelt, then tried to bow in greeting, but had to stop only halfway through the gesture when she almost overbalanced and fell.

Nie Mingjue gave her time to recover and find her balance again, but anxious for news, he repeated, “Lan-guniang, what happened? Are you hurt?”

She shook her head, and despite the way her body shook, when her eyes met his there were no tears—only red-rimmed eyes. “Lan-shifu sent me,” she whispered.

“Lan Qiren?” Nie Mingjue asked, and she nodded.

“Wen Xu led an attack on the Cloud Recesses,” she started, voice growing stronger the longer she spoke. “Many of the buildings have been burnt, and we—we are still tallying the dead. Qingheng-jun is among them, Lan-gongzi is missing, and Lan-er-gongzi has been taken to the Nightless City. Lan-shifu is attempting to gather the disciples, but it is… it is slow-going.”

Nie Mingjue had bowed his head after her first sentence, and focused all his energy on not crushing his hands into fists as she went on. Only when she paused, with no mention of his brother, did he raise his head to ask, “And my brother? Where is he?”

Nie Huaisang had not come to the Unclean Realm with Lan-guniang; if he had, his brother would have barged into the main hall when the Wen messenger was still there with no care for societal expectations.

But Nie Huaisang would also not have wanted to stay in the Cloud Recesses. He would have wanted to return home, to run into Nie Mingjue’s arms and shelter there, like he had before each time Nie Mingjue sent him back to the Cloud Recesses.

There were few possibilities left, but still, Nie Mingjue hoped for a different one—hoped until Lan-guniang opened her mouth and said, as softly as her first words in the hall, “Nie-er-gongzi is missing. No one saw him during the attack, and the—the building he was housed in burnt to the ground.”

“Get out,” Nie Mingjue whispered. He wouldn’t have known he even spoke, so instinctive were the words, had Lan-guniang’s eyes not widened in surprise.

His next words were not so instinctive, nor as quiet.

“Get out!” he roared, and she stumbled to her feet and ran. In some distant part of his mind, Nie Mingjue regretted his outburst; it was not her fault, and after what she had gone through, the last thing she deserved was more fear. But his own disciples would care for her. Nie Mingjue himself…

Nie Mingjue bowed over his knees and braced his shaking fists on the throne. What use was his power when he wasn’t there when his little brother needed him? When he had sent Nie Huaisang away, thinking him safer in the Cloud Recesses than where Nie Mingjue could see him? Safer with the Lans than the Nie?

Lan-guniang’s words echoed in his mind: No one saw him during the attack.

Had no one looked for him? When the barrier was first broken, did no one to think to fetch Nie Huaisang, to keep safe the boy notorious for spurning the saber? Had no one even thought of his brother until the attack was over and they saw the empty space his building used to fill?

Nie Mingjue had sent his little brother away to keep him safe. Instead, Nie Huaisang was likely dead—if not now, then soon, lost in the wilderness, lonely and afraid, probably injured by blade or fire. Lan Qiren would not have sent news of his loss without being certain.

And all the while, Nie Mingjue had not been there. Had not even been aware.

Now all he could do was scream.

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Nie Huaisang opened his eyes as the first light of morning pierced past the forest canopy, bringing with it happy birdsong. For a moment, Nie Huaisang just laid there, staring up and taking it all in: The vibrant green leaves, untouched by fire this far from the Cloud Recesses, and the fluttering of feathers, as different birds performed their morning dances.

And then more than a kilogram of bunny landed on his chest, startling Nie Huaisang into standing up with a laugh, hands cradling the small animal.

Where Nie Huaisang had been just moments before was marked by both crushed grass and an outline of bunnies. He put the bunny back with the others, then stepped away from them and stretched.

In all likelihood, Nie Huaisang owed his life to the bunnies. He hadn’t been far from his own room when he remembered the little meadow he had stumbled across soon after moving from the student dorms into his own building—a little meadow that just happened to be where Lan Wangji was keeping a bunch of bunnies.

Knowing Lan Wangji had probably gone to fight, and that no one else would go looking for the poor bunnies, Nie Huaisang had run away from the fire and fighting, grabbed as many bunnies as he could carry, and led the rest into the forest and down the mountainside closest to the Unclean Realm—not hard to find, considering how many times he had flown over it on his trips between the two places.

He would have been a burden to the Lan disciples if he had tried to join them anyway, he told himself, and this way, he had done some good—even if it was just saving a bunch of bunnies. His many years of running away from saber practice, hiding from his brother, and looking for birds in the Qinghe mountains had also aided him well in hiding his tracks from any Wen disciples who might be looking for him.

The green and tan Nie robes helped too, camouflaging him amongst the trees, where white student robes would have stood out like a bright beacon.

Admittedly, though, Nie Huaisang probably didn’t need to hide his tracks anymore; he’d lost track of how long he’d been traveling, but according to the stars the night before, he was less than a day’s journey to the Unclean Realm.

He was really looking forward to seeing his older brother.

Well, his older brother and food. Nie Huaisang clutched his stomach as it growled and eyed a bush full of poisonous berries nearby. He’d never perfected inedia before, but he was wishing for it now. Drinking river water and eating the occasional non-poisonous berries had managed to keep him on his feet, but he longed for the sweet pork Qinghe’s kitchens were famous for.

Groaning, Nie Huaisang shook the images of chopsticks sticky with pork juices from his head and clucked his tongue at the bunnies.

“Come on!” he said, grabbing the littlest one and beginning to walk. Like they had every other time, the rest of the bunnies followed.

It wouldn’t be long before they hit the base of the Unclean Realm’s mountain, and then all that was left would be to climb.

If only he hadn’t left his saber in his room that night… even Nie Huaisang, with his weak golden core, could fly.

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Nie Mingjue sat slumped in his chair at the head of the meeting table. He had been there for two days, eyes fixed on the marked maps before him, ears tuned to the flurry of words his advisors and senior disciples flung back and forth, ever since his cousin Nie Zonghui had grasped his arm and pulled him from the main hall. He had eaten when given food and hydrated when given water, but he hadn’t given a single opinion himself. What did it matter when his brother was gone?

The Nie disciples could scour the Cloud Recesses and all of Gusu; the Lan disciples had already done so and found nothing.

QingheNie could declare war on QishanWen; why would they, when their odds were no better than before? Should Nie Mingjue send the disciples he cared for to be slaughtered, just as his brother was surely slaughtered, and their father before him?

What was there to do except barricade the gates and brace for Wen Ruohan’s attack? He would surely see the lack of any Nie heir at the Nightless City as an insult, no matter that all of QingheNie now mourned their second young master.

Nie Mingjue would eventually name someone else to succeed him, but for now, he slumped in his chair and picked at a loose thread. His mourning whites had been adjusted every year as he grew, but this was the first time he had truly worn them since his father died.

He hadn’t thought he’d be wearing them for his little brother.

Nie Huaisang was only eighteen…

The doors to the meeting room flew open, and every eye turned to the disciple who rushed in.

“Nie-zongzhu!” the disciple called—but whatever she said next was lost in the chaos as a dirty, beaming Nie Huaisang rushed in.

“Da-ge!” Nie Huaisang cried. He dropped something on the table, then threw himself into Nie Mingjue’s arms.

Nie Mingjue had stood in shock the moment he saw his brother, and his arms wrapped around Nie Huaisang easily, but the hug didn’t last long before Nie Huaisang was pushing away and looking him up and down.

“Why are you in mourning whites? What’s going on? Who died?” Nie Huaisang demanded, the questions quick, and Nie Mingjue gathered him back into his arms, gentle but persistent, desperate not to let go now that his brother was home.

“Lan Qiren sent word about the Cloud Recesses,” Nie Mingjue said. “We thought…”

Nie Huaisang’s arms grew tight around Nie Mingjue once more. “I was just rescuing Wangji-xiong’s bunnies,” he whispered, and the sentence was so nonsensical that Nie Mingjue actually let go to better see his brother’s face.

“You were what?” he asked—and then he blinked down as a tiny bunny on the table started to gnaw on his sleeve.

“Don’t chew Da-ge’s clothes!” Nie Huaisang scolded, scooping the bunny up with the kind of ease that came with practice, and Nie Mingjue realized that the bunny was what Nie Huaisang had put on the table in the first place.

“Didi,” Nie Mingjue started, shaking his head, “you never cease to surprise me.” Of course his brother was safe. Of course his animal-loving, exercise-hating brother had walked the entire way between the Cloud Recesses and the Unclean Realm just to save a bunch of bunnies, all while somehow evading every single search party.

Nie Huaisang smiled at him, and Nie Mingjue drew his brother back into a hug, bunny and all. He wouldn’t be letting go for a long, long time.

Which was of course when one of the elders piped up, “Will we be sending Nie-er-gongzi to Qishan after all, then?”

Nie Mingjue was going to kill someone.

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The end! If you liked it, please comment and/or reblog to feed the author!

Also, as a sign of just how many Nie bros fics I've written: I'm linking two older fics that kind of fit the prompt. Go here for your basic "NMJ rescues kidnapped NHS," or here for the more complex "NMJ never died despite everyone thinking he had."

[locke-n-k3y]

As we've gotten the last episode of dungeons and daddies of the year I wanted to take a bit of time to just kind of reflect on my experience with the series and what it's meant to me since I found, this will be an obnoxious long post and will be alot about my past relationship which was in short terms, not good, so please feel free to skip this post, it's more catharsis for me than anything

Up until July this year I'd been in a relationship for seven years, from the ages of 11-18 which is what I am now, over the course of those seven years I had my resolve drained out of me until I had no friends, no social media besides instagram and was steadily pulling away from my family to the point they were like strangers to me. I binded every day and endured constant transphobia and bodyshaming because I sincerely believed we were like soulmates (both trans and both outcasted) and it was meant to be.

This is all of course bad, but one of the most sinister things he did that I wouldn't have expected was he completely disabled ny ability to enjoy things. Prior to our relationship I was a phannie, I shipped Klance, I watched sanders sides religiously, I was a blossoming furry and brony and I liked these things loudly and proudly. And he made fun of and belittled these interests until I stopped participating in each and every one of them, until all my interests were either ones shared with him or ones he deemed acceptable.

And it didn't hit me how hard that followed me out of the relationship until I had to sit down and think about what I was into, and I came up totally blank, everything I liked was either tainted by memories of him or I had stopped engaging with so many years ago I wouldn't even know where to pick it up again.

And then like Mercy descending from the clouds I decided to go back through my podcasts and pick one, just one, and I happened to land on dndads. I'd previously listened to episode one with him but it had been a resounding no on his end so I put it down and never looked back. Until now. I hit play on that first episode and the next two weeks were a complete blur as I binged every ounce of content, after I caught up on the first two seasons at breakneck pace I used my meager funds to sub to the patreon and listened through everything there as well.

It was the first time in seven freaking years I'd been this excited about anything, I was going on walks as an excuse to listen to more, I was obsessively looking for fans on tiktok and posting in the discord. I was stimming more than I had in my whole life and talking again, in a lot of ways it felt like looking at myself again, I cut my hair and dyed it blonde (totally not because of Henry) I started buying clothes that I actually liked because I felt more confident in myself.

And then after unsuccessfully hunting for a community I said fuck it and redownloaded tumblr, somehow remembered the login to this account and I posted some fanart of Scary Marlowe, honestly not expecting anything to come of it, and then it got some reblogs, people liked it and I kept posting and I made moots and I talked to people and just-

I cannot thank the daddies themselves enough for bringing me into this and I cannot thank literally every single person who has ever liked or reblogged one of my posts, especially my moots, enough. You guys seriously made what was shaping up to be the worst year of my life the best year ever, and I'm not like better, it's only been 5 months and I'm very much still shaking off his effects but things are okay, O-A-K if you will, and I'm more confident that like I will be okay if that makes sense? So just like yeah, thank you, seriously, I love this fandom and everyone in it so much and this whole not-a-bdsm-podcast thing really helped me in a very very dark time <3

[dirtyoldmanhole]

made it past black flames... gunter fans know what that means. :'))))

et iz emotional pain time!!

anyway it was cool the description text for the chapter said "descend on valla" while it had "floating isle" right there on the location box.

whack geography there you have, fates!

i suppose it makes sense in terms of "descending down into the bottomless canyon" but since i'm doing an unsubtle amount of parallels to [valla = the underworld] for Symbolic Fic Reasons it was neat to see the game itself nod towards that versus an ultimately less descriptive word like "fell down the canyon".

you ever think how that sky was likely the last thing gunter thought he was going to see the first time he fell down? :') and then what he must feel like to be kinda forced to do it all over again? :'))))

speaking of the literal devil....

[internal screaming]

god this second rev playthrough is going to emotionally wreck me WORSE than the first playthrough, and that one pretty much broke my brain as is!!!!

anyway this is the first shot you see of gunter in-game since... I think it was right before the wind tribe chapter where you fought the "faceless"? i'm pretty sure I would have screenshotted it had there been another one.

i also think it's really interesting you don't see him next to azura, which feels like it'd make sense considering both of them, you, and jakob had already been down in the bottomless canyon. (ngl jakob got shafted in these little map scenes, he feels like he should be there more.)

anyway, very subtle yellow flag number one for what's coming up.

the royals have their one obligatory moment of sane 'wtf we ain't jumping down no canyon' reasoning. gunter gets this kind of random 'hey i'm alive still remember me' line for the players who aren't single-brain cell'd gunterfuckers (:P) :

corrin reveals she's prepared to sacrifice herself to valla's curse (you die if you mention anything about the otherworldly kingdom) to reveal to everyone exactly who the enemy is----

(....OUFFF can you imagine gunter's moment of panic there.)

-- everyone trades a few lines about trusting corrin, after wanting her to order them to jump.

they jump. first, hilariously enough.

so this is probably the clearest shot we'll ever get of Scarlet's flower. hold that thought for future Plot Reasons.

(i also do think it's a little interesting / a flub that the cinematographers had gunter already jump in the bottomless canyon--Scarlet and Corrin trade 3-4 lines before they jump too. then again i suppose if he was still sticking around at this point the whole "who killed scarlet" jig would be up way before it was actually resolved.)

speaking of, i still can't believe i fucking called it with possessed!gunter killing scarlet the first go around. :') all i knew beforehand is he got possessed somewhere and there was something whack with his family.

here we goooo......

whelp whelp whelp

THIS REALLY HITS DIFFERENT WHEN YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHO IT IS

GEE I WONDER

control your kinky af boytoy corrin!!! safe word is anankos!!!!!

(if you squint, you can see how the game uses anankos' cloaked model -- privately i think they should have used the great knight model since it would have been an infinitesimal 'blink and you miss it' hint but an absolute genius bonus the second time. just stick the helmet on if you don't want to give everything away. )

something exquisitely painful: guess who targeted corrin first, before scarlet dives in to save her?

:')

... whelp. nice seeing you.

damn even the game ships ryoma/scarlet hardcore.

corrin gets all of 30 seconds to grieve/freak out about scarlet dying and then enemies show up, thankfully followed by allies.

gunter's in the third wave of sprites that show up, the first being corrin, then xander&ryoma.....

... aaand i just noticed he's right next to corrin. :'))))))))))))))))))))

time to roll valla!

[is-that-plural]

While I'm on my kagepro insanity. Submitting Shintaro Kisaragi specifically.

It's sorta funny, even before we realized "ah. Fuck. System," we read him as system-coded in a kinda crazy roundabout way lmao

Like obviously the way it happened is very fictional (time loops and magic) buuut still reads plural

(spoilers for manga route 2, aaand the anime I think? And just general kagepro spoilers. For TWs, mass murder and general death I'd say? It's just touched on briefly but is key to the theory. And suicide-)

Okay! So start at the beginning. Kagepro, chronologically, is a mess. We know which "route" (loop of the time loop) is the start (manga route 2), and which one ends the loop (the anime), but there are countless routes in-between, only a handful of them having been touched on, pretty much making endless possibilities for fan content and canon content alike.

Manga route 2 is different from the formula of other routes, where Shintaro and Ayano never meet in highschool. (Shintaro managed to break both his arms and was in the hospital for a while lol loser)

Instead, Shintaro was a shut-in due to another friend's death, in a depression for 2 years, but eventually has to go out himself when he accidentally spilled soda on his rabbit's food. He may not take care of himself but he loves his rabbit !! Lmao . Anyways a Lot of Shit happens, he meets other people with these strange eye abilities like what his sister has, there's a lot of death, etc. Eventually he meets Ayano, who also has one.

After everything is said and done (aka literally everyone got killed off except him, Ayano, and Mary [a descendant of the original Medusa, and who the snakes go to when their body has died. She takes on their powers and is typically so overcome with grief she rewinds the world]), Ayano convinces Mary to effectively turn her into a new snake, and gift her to Shintaro. We'll effectively call her Ayaki from here on out to avoid confusion. Unlike the other snakes, who are gifted every loop from a situation that should've killed the characters as kids (or some teens) but didn't, Ayaki is always with Shintaro, every loop, forever.

Now that Ayaki is in there, Shintaro's eye power is retaining eyes, where he can remember every single route that's happened. However, it's not straightforward. He doesn't remember them without Ayaki's help, where she has to tell him what's happened. This usually happens in dreams or similar such things, where he'll find himself in his highschool classroom, with Ayaki appearing as Ayano, his friend from highschool in all other routes, who killed herself. So he's got this headspace classroom with ayaki who is there and explains everything that's happened lmao.

Ayaki can see everything that happens through a window in the classroom, seeing through Shintaro's eyes. It takes work on her part to be able to reach him, and often this happens after he meets the other characters in the route and shit starts hitting the fan, but sometimes he doesn't remember at all, or sometimes he finds out too early and he's unable to take it (see route XX, where he's alone and unable to take it, so he ends up uhm... Cutting the route off early, let's say).

So pretty much long story short, he's got this chick in his head who tells him about his trauma and could technically comment on his day-to-day life and speak to him but chooses to be cryptic instead lol. It's also implied though not touched upon that in the anime route, where they finally break out of the time loop / all survive, that she, like the other snakes, never actually leaves and is always there even after the trauma is over and some with.

!!

Rating: timey wimey loopy woopy shenanigans often lead to plurality, huh !

[leam1983]

Forspoken (2023) - Thoughts

I think the hate train needs to die down somewhat. There are great games, games that elicit something personal and emotional out of you, there also are okay games where your investment is minimal but something about the tone or mechanics sustains enjoyment - and then there's a descending slope of mediocrity.

At the highest point on that slope, I'd probably slap anything that's conceptually or thematically broken, or anything that sort of expects its design to smooth deep gouges on the technical front. Past that, you've got what's incontrovertibly mediocre - like anything out of Gilson B. Pontes, for Jimquisition fans - and you hit the abyssal bottom of that slope with shit like Zog's Revenge or whatever other forms of unpublished Antisemitic, sexist or racist crap that exist online.

Is Forspoken about as good as a title that celebrates ethnic cleansing as a concept? Fuck no, it's inarguably better - by miles. It has a clear sense of identity, it's very sedately focused on being a fun time as opposed to a drag, and most of everything that's got the Web frothing at the mouth has to do with conveyance and with Fray's concept as a character.

Let's start with an admission, in that Fray very clearly has a chronic case of Joss Whedon Mouth Disease. She's confrontational, cynical, self-referential and off-putting in that really specific way that reminds me of the worst stretches of Buffy the Vampire Slayer's dialogue scenes. Considering how her tale is an isekai by design, you sort of have to excuse a certain modicum of "HOLY SHIT I MOVED THIS STONE WITH MY MIND!" because the fact is, if we all sprouted superpowers tomorrow morning, none of us would have the necessary self-consciousness to keep our bafflement in check.

Where that's a problem is that Fray is written in a way that freezes her in that moment, in that instant of acquired superiority and of suddenly increased self-confidence, without letting her internalize what's happened to her or letting her adapt to Athia's needs and expectations. Everyone you meet across Athia has the solemnity and dourness you'd expect out of someone plucked out of Ye Olde Fantasy Paperback, and Fray's dropping F-bombs and contractions like the locals wouldn't just ask her to repeat herself constantly.

When in Rome, as the saying goes. Fray ignores it entirely, and her being the protagonist seemingly absolves her of any etiquette or propriety breaches that would arise out of two wildly opposed dialects smashing together.

Literally everything else I've played is fine. As in, I won't bother remembering Forspoken's combat loop, not when Sony's own Housemarque released Returnal and not when PC players have access to several other different and more polished combat loops. It's a race-a-thon and a collect-a-thon and a case of narrative delivery being delayed for as long as possible in order to mask a lack of confidence - but it really isn't offensively bad. It's one of those games I'll actually pick up for myself (thank you, Day One game rentals at my local place) once the price comes down, but it really isn't worth all the bile I see in YouTube comments.

It's a decent 6/10 from me. A great pick for when your backlog's empty, you have twenty bucks burning a hole in your pocket a few years from now and don't mind mentally checking out from the characterization or lore. Not a must-play but a could-play, ideally on some muggy spring afternoon a few months from now.

[aquaaquila]

Not necessarily. You can choose on what you're prohibited from and how long it can last. And honestly, if you're looking for subverdion, are you really going to be surprised? Plus subversion for the sake of it is also a cheap move. And you know it's better Chloe and Red didn't stay till the ball to precisely avoid scenarios like these. They came to save the future, not destroy it. I'm sorry but the attitude that only bad things happening is interesting is quite shallow when we got to see how the world looked like in the past before the tragedy struck.

Castlecoming was a deadline, not a promise because once again, there would barely be any people. Do you realise how little is our cast? And I already told you, waiting till last second to do something is just bad. Kids shouldn't learn to stall till last second but get the job done right away. Also, the movie is not supposed to be that long and I don't think everyone wants to be there for 2 whole hours. It's unsatisfying from doylist oersoective, not watsonian one. And Castlecoming is literally a dance party. Like what else do you expect?

I already told you, both factors were what caused Bridget's demise, not either. And we know precisely why Ella wasn't there - because she luved her own love story. Mind you, Bridget is aware and supportive of Charming and Ella. She wouldn't be mad if Ella had night of her life with him, as long as she didn't need her desperately in such moment. With no prank, Bridget is not a victim so she can forgive her friend not being there, they can talk this out later. And once again, get the job done before deadline and don't involve yourself too much with people of the past.

So basically they can't be happy with Cinderella being alive and QoH finally no longer being a psyco. Thanks to know that we can't have nice things even for a second. ASTV doesn't end well as Miles is captured, Gwen has no real idea where he is, his parents are worried, Miguel is looking for him, Spot is out there, and worst of all said sequel won't be seen in years because of shitty condirions writers have to go through. The only conclusion was Gwen made amends with her dad and assembled the team. Descendants at least allowed the characters to breathe and rejoice before the shit hits the fan and you have hope everything will work out instead of tension of how are they going to unfuck everything.

No buddy, you expected some dumb castlecoming as a send-off but didn't get one, which wasn't what you expected.

They still joined and D1 in fact did give Maleficent a chance to redeem herself by turning her into a lizard out of live, which isn't permanent as long as Maleficent will grow a heart. Red already allowed Bridget to keep hers.

The story finished happily so the audience doesn't need to worry on what will happen next and they could curiously wait for a sequel. Instead by bluntly telling the audience everything is still wrong and it's over you really make us feel like we wasted our time because we failed he very mission we were supposed to accomplish. Gwt the job done right like there's no next time. It's not bad once you stop requesting things you were never supposed to get.

Descendants: The Rise of Red is kind of a bizarre movie to talk about critically because, imo, it almost doesn't make sense to talk about it in the usual terms of good vs bad or enjoyable vs not enjoyable when the way more obvious tension is finished vs unfinished.

Because, more than any other movie I've ever seen, it does *not* read as a full movie. And I don't mean in a "this movie has a cliffhanger" kind of way. The Empire Strikes Back and Across the Spiderverse fit that description. They end on big dramatic cliffhangers that point to a resolution in the third installment.

But Rise of Red just sets all this stuff up and then...ends without concluding anything. It doesn't feel like the first movie in a trilogy (or duology). It feels like the first act of a two-act musical. It very specifically reminds me of the end of the first act of Into the Woods where all the main characters sing the song Ever After about how they all fixed their problems with magic and nothing bad will ever happen to them again and then the narrator ominously says "To be continued" before the curtain drops. But in Into the Woods you know there's a second act and this movie wasn't sold as the first act of a bigger story. Like sure, it has the, "You didn't think this was the end" tag at the end like all the other movies, but those movies were complete, self-contained stories even though they had sequels. This was NOT a full story. It's half of one story.

Like, if we're supposed to take this as a full story, there are so many bizarre choices:

Why did they make sure to mention that Cinderella and Charming fell in love at the ball at the top if it wasn't meant to set up Back to the Future style, "Oh no, I accidentally got my mom banned from the ball so she's not gonna fall in love with Dad and I won't be born" shenanigans?

Why did Maddox very pointedly have that bit about "you could lose your mom completely" if that was never going to come into play? Red never did anything to endanger Bridget or endanger her own birth so it doesn't make sense as a warning in that way.

Why was there all this focus on this Carrie on prom night moment for Bridget if we LITERALLY NEVER SAW CASTLECOMING? Why dance around this moment and talk about it all cloak and dagger with no specificity if they weren't building up to some big reveal that it wasn't as straightforward as it seemed? And like, they leaned in HARD with making Bridget the nicest, sweetest, cotton candy princess as a teen so I need WAY more than, "She got pranked by known bullies she's been enduring with a smile very handily up to this point" to buy that she went from that to "murderous dictator". And even if she did become murderous, I find it insanely hard to believe that she'd include her best and only friend on the list of people she wants to suffer unless there was a betrayal. I find it INSANE that there wasn't a falling out scene at any point in this movie with how thickly they were laying on the admiration and camaraderie.

(Note: And adult Cinderella def has guilty vibes re: the Queen at orientation. Which I know I'm not imagining because it's literally spelled out in the Jr Novelization!)

Before the time travel element of the movie started, I thought they were going for something like they go to the past and realize that Bridget was bullied not by the VKs but by the spoiled royals, and Ella ends up joining in the bullying once she gets with Charming, betraying Bridget and justifying her whole "Love Ain't It" philosophy. Or Ella ditching her at the last minute to be with Charming meaning she has to deal with the monster prank alone and it was the being alone rather than the prank itself that hurt her (though that is NOT a good enough reason to go all off with their heads on your subjects). The fact that, as far as we know right now, it literally was just a relatively mild and reversible prank that caused all of this is just, such flat storytelling, you know?

But! All of this makes way more sense if this is meant to be the first act of a single contained story. And I don't wanna be all "Pepe Silvia, secret good 4th episode of Sherlock" about this but I did see this picture:

Which seems to indicate that this was written as a Part One. Which, if so, idk why they wouldn't advertise it that way but whatever. The point is, if that's the case then it means that we're potentially in bad pacing territory rather than straight up bad storytelling territory. Because this isn't a bad place to be halfway through your story:

The heroes, warned that time travel is dangerous, have gone back in time to change the heart of a brutal tyrant before she can stage a coup. They seemingly succeed in their mission and when they come home, everything is great! But then, the side effects of time travel start to catch up with them. Chloe realizes that, in breaking the vase, she prevented her mother from going to the ball and falling in love with her dad (who was conspicuously absent from the final scene btw) which means she's starting to be forgotten and erased from the timeline. And Red realizes that though this new version of her mom is as sweet and kind as the teen she once met, she's a complete stranger to her (fulfilling the Hatter's warning that she could lose her mom completely). So they have to go back in time once more to make sure the Ella and Charming fall in love again, perhaps at the cost of whatever bad thing that happened to Bridget happening again and bringing back the original version of her future self. But, now with more context of how her mom became that way, Red can now talk to her mother and persuade her to give people another chance.

Boom, that gives us time to go back and hit everything we haven't yet hit. We can pay off the time travel tropes that were set up but not explored. We can go to Castlecoming which feels so obviously set up to be the centerpiece of this story (like, come on, Back to the Future literally does the school dance thing. This is Time Travel Storytelling 101). We can actually get info about what the prank was and why it affected Bridget so completely.

(Note: This is a side thing but it really strikes me as so crazy that Bridget would so SUCH a big 180 here. Like, I know the Queen of Hearts is a silly, goofy, campy villain, but she straight up murders people and there's no way to get around that if we're taking her out of the surreal story she comes from and putting her in a (comparatively) grounded story. If I wasn't doing a betrayal plot, I would make the twist that the spell that turned Bridget into a "monster" didn't just have a physical effect, it had a mental effect and it magically twisted her personality to be the way it is now. So they broke the physical half of the curse, but neglected the other half and it's been festering the whole time, turning her as evil as she was sweet. Because like, a simple physical transformation isn't that big of a deal to have such heavy security--Bridget made cupcakes with a transformative effect and that was totally fine. I'm not saying that that's what's gonna be the case. I just think it would be an explanation that makes sense for why she changed so crazy much that makes more sense than a simple prank or even a betrayal. Her mom wasn't even evil! How did she go from zero to murder without even an evil mom to push her onto the path? But I'm super digressing right now.)

(Note #2: OK, one last thing. The trap on the book presumably would have hit the VK's and trapped them in Merlin's office regardless of what Chloe and Red did, right? That's like, net zero influence on the timeline. I genuinely can't tell if that's a straight up plot hole or set up to be like, "Oh no. Actually when she said that she was turned into a monster in front of everyone it was meant in a less literal way." Like she was just made to look bad and that was the real thing that pushed her over the edge. Like idk. It really feels like the only thing they really did that would change the timeline was get Ella banned from the dance and presumably out of the way where she couldn't hurt Bridget. OK NOW I'm done.)

Anyway, my point is that this is not how I would have structured my movie and I think this was a super weird way to go into the second era of Descendants movies, but they can still tell a complete story if that's their plan. I'm genuinely really curious to see if this pans out to be a fairly competently told story that just happens to be split over two movies or a complete fumbling of the narrative bag because it could really be either at this point and it's fascinating to me.

[bera-post-things]

Yandere Sagau Ayaka X Reader who didn’t pull her and she wants revenge

Prompt: you were saving up primogems to roll on the new banner Kamisato Ayaka you had everything ready all the primogems ready and you had guarantee you couldn’t wait and Ayaka could t wait ethier last time was her brothers time to get pulled and now it’s her time she could barely contain herself she’s been waiting forever sonce 2.1 for this moment but she did t get pulled… instead it was Kazuha?! She was fuming she was going to show you a piece of her mind This is my first time writting a sagau lol I’m basing this off of other sagaus where there’s like a festival where all the characters wait and see if they get pulled Ayaka was at the shrine waiting in anticipation like everyone else they where seated there was all the four stared Amber,Kaeya,Fischil,Xiangling, and all the 5/stars keqing,Mona,venti,Zhongli, everyone wa at here looking at the sky looking for their constellation with Aether and lumine as the announcers as they announced as Ayaka waited bouncing in excitement with her brother smiling at her”yay I’ll finally be selected by the creator!” Ayaka said as Ayato only said yes you will Ever since you lost to Qiqi on her last banner she’s been really sad ever since she’s been going to your shrine every time you log she’ll head to the shrine in her room and pray that you’ll pull her once her banner comes back to now it was finally happening! She thought as she watched the blue stars fall and some purple stars as she heard some people cheer until she saw a yellow star fall… The crowd held their breath waiting for the character to be picked as a light descended on one of them… it was Kazuha as the light fell on kazuha he smiled as everyone clapped everyone expect Ayaka she was disappointed that you didn’t pull her banner but Kazuha and she was angry at the same time she still believed in you you where her creator after all there’s no way she could hate you then what’s this feeling in her that makes her want to…get her revenge The next day when you would get on she would set something at the area where you logged off which was coincidentally in front of Kamisato Estate she set up a trap where when you logged in your would be hit by a swinging boulder knocking you out then she would drag you to somewhere where you will never ever be able to rol someone again she will literally make you roll her constellations till you get 6 copies of her and upgrade her to C6 she thought as laughed behind her fan at what she would do The next day when you logged on you would be greeted by a big rock being swung at you before you dodge you got knocked out creating a big bruise on your forehead as Ayaka came out of the shawdows laughing with her fan at her mouth”oh my why is the dear creator right here is he/she alright?” She said as she carried your body which would technically be aethers body to her room there already was a chair prepared for you with ropes ready for you as she put you in the chair and put you in it as you started to wake up there you saw Ayaka strapping you in a chair as yiu started to wake up”wh-what! Ayaka what are you doing?!” You siad as you saw finish strapping you to the chair”you know why I’m doing this darling think of yesterday that you skipped my banner for that Canadian Aether(lolololol) as you said”Wha-what you’re mad about that? Look he was just a much better choice than you ok?” You told her making her turn to you”what did you just say? Oh now Your definitely getting it… Ayaka said as she pulled out a whip and attached a electro collar on you when ever you tried to log out Then on she wasted all your primogems on her banner and got her to C6 now your a all time Ayaka main

A/N: also where did all the Sagau’s go I swear there was like hundreds last month now I barely see any beside a few

[starshipsofstarlord]

An accidental flash - Barry Allen x Wayne!reader

Masterlist link

Word count - 1749

Summary; interruption is often than not present in the life of justice, this time Barry Allen is involved

Warnings; nudity, fluff, awkwardness, erection, making out, swearing, brief mention of the talk, mention of murder and prison

The mission had been long and gruelling, and you were just happy that it was over. Being a member of the justice league was hard all on its own, throw being the daughter of Bruce Wayne into the mix, it was understandably a nightmare at times. Sweat riddled your body as though you were the ploy of a river, drowning in your own body’s function as you ripped off your mask and tossed it carelessly onto your bedroom floor; next, your target was the zipper at the front of your suit, luckily your father had fixed it, in the past it had a tendency to get stuck.

Though maybe it’d have been better if it were to have upheld you for a few minutes as you struggled to descend the line of metal teeth downwards, that way you’d have been covered whence an intruder whisked into your room. Everything usually ran slow for him, however this time appeared different, for he showed up just when your suit hit the ground, leaving you half naked, in nothing more than your panties. It took you a moment to even realise that he were there, at your doorway, mouth agape as he took in your exposed beauty.

His heart was practically fluttering out of his chest as he saw you in all your glory, even if it were from the back, and you were sufficiently oblivious to his wondering eyes. Your father would kill him if he ever knew that he were getting this kind of a view of his daughter, but he had yet to panic at that prospect, he was more so focused on how the wading of your spine rippled and the tiresome joints of your shoulders rolled as you stretched your back. Without much of a thought you turned around, with the mental security of the door to your room being closed.

But no longer was it as your eyes widened, and your hands scurried to cover your bare breasts; Barry too realised that his ogling had been a mistake, he knew it was wrong from the get go, but he was so fastened with the concept of being hypnotised by your oblivious magnificence that he’d hardly registered how definitely rude his wordless actions had been. “Oh- I, um- I’m sorry.” The boy stuttered, a flush ravishing his cheeks from being caught shamelessly peeping as he turned around, blocking your entrancing body from his eyes.

“I-it’s, it’s okay Barry.” You confided in him, as you desperately searched for a tee. This base was so new that you’d hardly had the time to move in, a shower sounded absolute, however you were going to need some clothes to change into afterwards. “Do you think you could get me a robe or something please, if it’s not too much?” Barry considered the or something portion of your enquiry as he removed his infamous red hoodie, turning towards you before realising his mistake once more.

“Sure.” He grimaced from his exact mistake again, trying not to begin too drool at the sight of you, moonwalking to reach you and handing you the hoodie, however he tripped over your suit, leaving him in despair on the ground, and you whom had also fallen atop of him. If he hadn’t been so distracted, he could have avoided the awkward scenario that had stumbled the two of you into the current position that you were clambered in. Barry gulped, feeling your breasts pressed straight against his chest, he could feel a masking of nervousness creeping over his neck, as his breath fanned over your upper lip.

“Hi.” He spoke softly, his eyes locked on your own. Doing so concealed his nervousness, and it showed that he had no intent to look elsewhere on your body. A smile sprung onto your lips as you felt the constant pounding in the speedster’s chest, it ravaged against your body as it pulmonary beat through the cage of his ribs, sending unintentional shock waves through your body. You licked your lips, a light furrow distorting your brows as you quirked yourself head at his words, eyes also engaged with frolicking in the visual of his own.

“Hi.” Was your repeat. It was strange to be so close to Barry, especially in this sense, but you weren’t entirely complaining. It was unknown how you were supposed to revel out of this position without him seeing you clad in nothing more than your underwear, a part of you was frustrated that you’d have to. And then you felt it, a solid notion against your leg, spurring from his jeans, and resting against your covered mound. “Please tell me that is your phone.”

An awkward smile, with stretched lips and shown teeth justified the truth; it indeed was no device. He had gotten hard from the accidental predicament that the pair of you had quite literally tumbled into. “Sorry.” He mumbled, about to look down, but remembering that was not such a good idea. “I can’t help it- you’re so beautiful in and out of clothes, and like, it’s my body, that has yours against it, if you get me?” He rambled, making you shake your head at him, and laugh lightly, causing him to freeze.

“Okay.” You replied, hardly believing that you were about to do such an act, as you learn down and pecked his lips. His entire body, and you meant entire, went rigid, lulling in the brief moment that your lips were against your own, a dazed and dopey expression contorting his face. “You good Allen?” You enquired with a pat to his chest, as he licked his lips, reminiscing in the taste of your own. He dumbly nodded, though he intently pulled you back down for another, elongated encore of the action.

The pair of you were enduring a passion, more innocent as it seemed, making you oblivious to the footsteps that gained closeness every moment that you spent revelled in one another. Perhaps no one would have known that you and Barry were entangled like so if your door were closed, but it was not, leaving a sufficient glance for any passers by. When Victor walked passed, he gave you a small applause, and a light catcall, making your head jolt up, only for Barry to pull it back down.

Arthur smirked and shook his head; kids. He said nothing and stoically traipsed past, whilst Dianna recalled that she ought to direct a motive talk to the pair of you later on. Those two were away from your senses. Barry’s hands found refuge on your back, pinning you closer against him as he felt you slither your tongue against his lips, and he was certainly more than happy to allow you entry into the warm and wet cavern of his mouth. He groaned when you tugged delightedly upon his dark locks, feeling how your tongue swirled around in his mouth, fighting and winning dominance in the realm.

It was quite the conjuncture to be caught in, more so by the billionaire in Gotham, the Batman. As soon as Bruce saw you, his daughter, and the young man that he recruited for the team attached in such ways that he did not appreciate, he called out your name, making you shiver against your team member as you looked up, terrified of the fact that he had seen you like this, with Barry! Really, you should have expected nothing more, or at least have shut the door, but you had been too occupied.

Bruce cleared his throat as a blush blossomed over Barry’s skin, he was internally terrified. If you weren’t atop of him, he’d have definitely sped away, saving his skin from the hell that he’d endure from your father. You expected your parent to shout, to scold you, to threaten the life of the man beneath you, but instead he diverted his eyes, and raised his brows, as he thought of the talk that he’d have to have with the pair of you later on. “The two of you missed the meeting, now I see why.”

“It’s not what it looks like.” Bolted from your mouth, but the only response that you earned from your father was him shutting the door, to everyone’s relief. “Fuck.” You groaned, dropping your head upon Barry’s chest. It was embarrassing, sure you were no longer some teenager that needed to be checked on every five minutes, or directed down a narrow path, but it was nerve wrecking all the same. You’d never wanted your father to see you like that, and if he had reprimanded you, that’d have been highly hypocritical all the same.

“He didn’t kill me.” Relief embezzled Barry as he heaved a heavy sigh, dropping his head back onto the carpet. “I mean if he did, then both our fathers would be in prison.” He spoke with a shrug, and you placed a sweet peck onto his jaw, causing a smile to reprimand presence onto his handsome and well structured face.

“Eh.” You shrugged considerably, Barry raising his brows at your reaction, that had yet to be finished. “He’d have someone cover it up, and he’d still be a free man. Money can do quite a lot. For all we know, he’s plotting on taking you out when you least expect it.” You reasoned, making his hands pause their stroking on your back.

“I must insist on another kiss before that happens then.” He puckered his lips, but rather than receiving a diligent peck opposed onto the surface of them, your forefinger pressed down on them, halting his hopes for a continuation.

“Take me on a date Allen.” You winked at him as you stood, no longer covering up from his gaze as you grasped his hoodie, and retreated into the attached bathroom. You were certainly something else, and if Bruce were to kill him in some way, he was sure it’d be worth it. When he was with you, he liked to endure everything slowly, and appreciate every notion in progress that you made, whether it be a true smile or a blunt roll of your eyes.

The sound of the stream from the shower turning on alerted his ears that you were now cleansing yourself, he too thought that sounded like a good idea, and thus he vacated to his own room and did so, singing lightly in the shower as he thought of where he could take you for a first date.

[gaylactic-fire]

I am immediately rotating your botw four swords au in my head like I just LOVE the descriptions of all the colors, if there's anything else you wanna share literally please go off about it

Hell yeah I'm so happy to hear that!! ❤️ :]

A few other tidbits have been in my brain that I didn't mention in the other posts:

-They each take on one power of one champion as opposed to all of them being able to use each power. I'm still not sure if I want to match the champion's personalities to each Link, or if I want to match elements (because that'd just be funny tbh).

-Vio is the keeper of the braincell (and the sheikah slate).

-They each have their own horse! Each gotten at different stages of the adventure so there's varying "quality." Not sure if I would include any of the unique horses, but if I did, Vio has the descendant of Zelda's horse and Blue has Ganon's horse.

-Weapons and fighting styles!

Blue is big on double handed weapons, his favourite being the royal claymore. He's a close combat fighter but not the quickest to get attacks in. When he does hit he hits hard.

Green is single hand sword fighter and will eventually wield the master sword. He's a very hack n slash, attack now think later kinda guy. He's the most likely to take a hit to save his companions.

Red's not a big fan of combat but he does very much enjoy using spears above everything else. When he gets a chance to do ranged combat he often uses elemental rods to inflict more damage.

Vio won't get up close and personal so he uses a bow almost always. He also uses the sheikah slate runes a lot, either to get in added damage or help the others out by using stasis.

-Food 👀

Blue's a snacker. He doesn't really care for sitting down and having big meals. If he must though, he's like your sunday roast kinda guy. Loads of hearty meat dishes. He loves seafood especially.

Green is the least picky and is the group cook. He prefers light meals (a "goes to McDonald's and orders a salad." kinda guy) as rich foods can sometimes upset his stomach. But overall he'll eat just about anything.

Red really loves soups and stews. They're his comfort food. He's extremely fond of spices to the point where it low-key scares the others (especially Blue).

Vio is the most picky, mostly due to health consciousness. He's always advocating that they eat as healthy as possible. Ironically though he has a huge sweet tooth and is often craving sugar. He tries to remedy it with fruit, to varying degrees of success.

[slasherhaven]

Bo Sinclair X Reader

Part 1 HERE

People wanted a part 2, so here you go!

Soulmate AU: shared pain and shared scars part 2:

What had started with you and some friends trying to get a fan belt for their car and maybe some mild flirting with the man who owned the garage, had all ended in hell breaking loose. Bo had been charming and helpful, you had felt an instant connection to him, the type of connection that soulmates so often talked about.

At first you had been disappointed that he didn't seem to recognise your scars, proving he wasn't your soulmate, but now you were thankful for it. At least you weren't cosmically tied to the man who had just turned and attacked your friends.

He had shot Wade and Carly had disappeared. You had been dragged to a basement beneath the garage and left there, him promising to deal with the rest of the group you came with before returning.

Out of the people you came on the road trip, you only really knew Carly. She was the only one you would truly have to mourn but seeing Wade shot like that and knowing the others were next was undeniably traumatic.

Left alone in the basement, you tried to find a way out but there was only a heavy locked door between you and your freedom. When trying to open it failed, you settled for banging on it and shouting for help. You hoped that some other of Carly's friends would come looking for the three of you when you were gone for so long, maybe they would hear you and you could get out of here.

It was impossible to tell how much time passed, hands becoming bloodied from repeatedly hitting the door, throat becoming sore from shouting. But you were finally interrupted by the sound of a car approaching. You stopped and stepped away from the door, looking up at the ceiling as the car came to a stop.

God, you hoped it was somebody from the camp...

You began to panic as you heard feet descending the stairs outside of the locked door, moving yourself further away from it. You heard the lock clicking before the door was pushed open, Bo stepping into the dimly lit basement.

"Stop banging on the fucking door" Bo snapped, clearly frustrated despite likely not having heard it if he was out in his truck...

You didn't respond but he moved closer and you noticed that he had left the door open. At this point, you had run out of options and had to take every opportunity that presented itself.

You suddenly darted towards the door, trying to pass him, but it was fruitless. Bo quickly caught you, grabbing you by the arms and standing in front of you to further block your path. You thrashed and fought against him but it was no use.

"The others?..." you asked, dread clear in your voice.

"My brother is dealing with them" Bo informed you, like it was nothing.

"...are you going to hurt me?" you were already sure of the answer, you just didn't know what he wanted from you. Why had he left you in the basement rather than just disposing of you like he had done the others.

"No. That would be, quite literally, self destructive" he chuckled darkly. He was too calm, you just knew what he had done to your friends...he had done before.

"What?" you didn't understand his comment.

Bo grabbed your wrist, his bloody hand wrapped completely around the scarring on your wrist, almost like it was instinctual. As he released your other arm, you tried to pull your hand away but his grip was too tight. With his free hand, he pulled up the sleeve his coveralls, revealing scarring that was identical to yours.

You stared at the twisted skin, processing what this meant. You had been right from the beginning when you first saw him, this was your soulmate.

"No...no" you shook your head, trying harder to pull your wrist out of his grasp. You just kept repeated the word 'no' as tears streamed from your eyes. How could you soulmate be somebody who did such awful things.

"Shhh, it's alright" Bo cooed, almost ironically. He continued to shush you as he pulled you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you.

Your brain told you that you should be a far away from him as possible, to kick and scream, but his embrace was strange comforting. Of course it was, you were fated to find comfort in his arms. Destined to meet him and love him. The universe wanted you both together, it was meant to be.

Maybe that was why your body began to relax as you cried into his chest, clutching at his coveralls. You hated him, you wanted to hate him, you needed to hate him. Yet, you were destined not too.

Bo kept you held against his chest and you couldn't even find it within yourself to pull away, finding comfort in the source of your pain.

Slowly, the sinking realisation settled. If you were Bo's soulmate, there was no way he was letting you leave. He had already made sure that there was nobody left to tell anyone where you were. If anyone eventually worried about your group going missing, they would assume you all ran off somewhere or eventually decide that you were the next mysterious case of missing people. It was unlikely anyone would track you down to a random, deserted, little town.

"You're home now" Bo whispered into your hair.

You sobbed at the realisation, and yet you clung tighter to him. He just held you tighter.

Bo smirked to himself as he ran a hand over your hair, only to have you shift closer to him. He knew that you hated him but he was confident that would change over time. Just from the way you were acting now, he knew he could win you over, and he knew you wouldn't be leaving him.

"C'mon, let's get you cleaned up" you didn't respond as he pulled away, grasping your arm before guiding you out of the basement.

He kept hold of your arm as he walked you through Ambrose, towards the house he had taken you too earlier that day. As you were walking along the road, a familiar truck pulled up beside you both, bringing you to a halt.

Lester, the man who had brought you into Ambrose in the first place, hopped out of the truck.

"Everything's cleaned up" he informed Bo before looking at you and grinning. "they're your soulmate?" Bo just nodded, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into his side. "It must be your lucky day" Lester teased his brother, who only rolled his eyes. You frowned a little. Meeting your soulmate was meant to be a good, a lucky, day...unfortunately this had also been one of the worst days of your life.

"Go see how Vincent is doing, alright?" Bo asked, sending his younger brother away.

Lester just rolled his eyes before climbing back into his truck. He had wanted to stick around and get to know his brother's soulmate a bit more, but he understood that you were probably shaken.

Finally, you and Bo returned to his house and he led you into the kitchen, where he sat you down in a chair. You stayed silent, processing, as he washed his hands in the sink, washing the blood away.

Once his hands were clean, he wet a cloth and returned to you, pulling a chair out opposite you before sitting down.

He grasped your hands and you allowed him too, letting him pull them into his lap as he began to wipe away the blood.

"You're in shock and you're angry but you'll come around" Bo sounded sure about that but you supposed he had every right to be, you were his soulmate after all. You had to come around. "You know I can't hurt you, or let anyone else hurt you, right?" he asked and you just nodded. Of course he can't hurt you, it would only be hurting himself. Literally. At least you had that peace of mind.

You watched as he cleaned your hands, it was almost tender. A complete contrast to the cruelty he had treated the rest of your group with.

"Why did you do all this?" you asked quietly when it fell silent.

"I'll explain everything later" Bo promised, knowing he had a lot to explain and that he had to tell you everything. You would find out one way or another.

You just nodded, hanging your head. "Hey, c'mon now, the worst is over" he reassured you, lifting a hand to wipe a tear from under your eye with his thumb. "I know this probably ain't how you expected to meet your soulmate but you're gonna be just fine, darlin'" he did sound genuinely sympathetic, at least to some extent.

Removing his hand from your face, Bo stood from his chair, going to drop the now bloodied rag into the sink.

You weren't sure what came over you but you quickly grabbed his hand, stilling him. You just felt safer, the closer he was. A instinctual part of you wanted him to remain close, as if it didn't understand the nuance of the situation. He seemed a little surprised but turned to you expectantly.

"How did you get those scars?" you asked. Something you had wondered all your life.

"You still feel bad for me?" Bo asked, almost sarcastically, like he couldn't imagine you having any sympathy for him anymore.

"You were a child...I would never blame you for that" you shook your head.

"...I'll tell you later, okay? When you actually want to talk to me" Bo promised. You opened your mouth but quickly shut it again, knowing he was right. How could you talk to him about something like that after what he just did? You shouldn't have even asked.

You reluctantly released his hand, letting him dispose of the cloth.

You didn't want to admit it but you knew that eventually you would want to talk to him, that your fated connection would become much stronger than your determination to hate him for the horrible things he has done. There would come a day when you simply...didn't care anymore, and you would want him by your side despite it all.

[lightns881]

DTeam Tumblr Demographics Survey Results (Part 1):

The Gifted Child Syndrome is Real with this One...

*Rubs hands together in preparation for some juicy data and in-depth analysis of the typical member of the DTeam Tumblr community*

Ooooooooh boy! Here we go!

I want to start of by thanking you guys for over 400 responses to the demographics survey! Y’all have no idea how much I appreciate it! We have so much to cover, so I’m going to divide up different sections of the survey into several posts to make it more digestable and do justice to each topic explored in the form! We’re going to start of with, you guessed it, personality types!

Strap yourself in because we’re about to thoroughly dissect your sub-conscious innerworkings and find out how the typical DTeam Tumblr Fan thinks! (And judging by the majority personality types, you guys will probably enjoy it)

The Delicious Data

From the 449 responses we received, this is a pie chart displaying the personality types of all respondents.

Image Description: INFP (40.5%), INTP (15.1%), INFJ (8.9%), INTJ (8.9%), ISFP (6.9%), ENFP (4.2%), ISTP (4.0%), ENTP (3.8%), ESFP (1.6%), ISFJ (1.6%), ENTJ (1.3%), ENFJ (1.3%), ISTJ (1.1%), ESTP (0.4%), ESFJ (0.2%), ESTJ (0%)

In comparison, this is a pie chart displaying the personality type percentages of the population as a whole according to the MBTI website.

Image Description: ISTP (14%), ESFJ (12%), ISTJ (12%), ISFP (9%), ESTJ (9%), ESFP (8%) ENFP (8%), ISTP (5%), INFP (4%), ESTP (4%), INTP (3%), ENTP (3%), ENFJ (2%), INTJ (2%), ENTJ (2%), INFJ (1%)

I don’t know about you guys, but I’m sensing a tiny difference here... Oh, right!

INxx’s on the Loose!

It’s funny. When I first found one of the 18+ DTeam fan servers through Tumblr, I asked everyone what their personality type was. I was pleasantly surprised when a lot of them told me they were INFPs like me!

It actually reminded me of MatPat’s (Game Theory) survey for one of his Life Is Strange theories that found the majority personality there was also INFP...

Funny enough, can you guess what the second leading personality on that survey was? The third? The fourth?

You probably guessed it right. MatPat found that out of the fans who responded, the leading majority was INFP while INTPs came in second, INFJs came in third, and INTJs came in fourth. The exact order for the personality types in DTeam Tumblr.

But why is it that some of the rarer personalities of the world are dominating DTeam Tumblr or Game Theory’s fanbase? What is it about these communities that attract the rare introverted Intuitive Perceivers (INxP) and Intuitive Judgers (INxJ) of the world like magnets?

The Gifted Kid Syndrome

To answer this question, first we have to examine our leading personalities. As we can see from the data, INFPs and INTPs make up 55.6% and INFJs and INTJs make up 17.8% of the total respondents. That’s nearly 3/4′s of the DTeam Tumblr population made up of INxx types!

Now, here’s me calling y’all out.

A lot of you probably relate to the quiet kid sitting at the back of the classroom who’s put into some type of TAG, gifted program, or some authority figure has probably called you smart and/or “gifted” at some point in your life. Academics probably came easy to you at one point, maybe they still do.

You’ve probably felt your chest swell up at the shower of compliments about your intelligence and at another... you’ve probably felt like people put you in a pedestal and overrate you so you’re stuck with this inherent fear of failure, and it causes you to completely shut down when the things that came easy to you at one point no longer do so. 

It’s gifted kid syndrome hitting you like a brick to the face. And if it hasn’t yet, oh you’re in for a surprise, honey.

And I’m sure many of you have come across funny, relatable posts like this:

And you want to know why most of you relate?

Image Description: INTP, INTJ, INFP, anf INFJ’s rate the highest in a giftedness per MBTI Type chart

No. You’re not hallucinating. It’s not even a joke at this point. It feels true because it probably is true.

(Granted, the study that captured similar results to this graph is long lost to the internet, but the best source I found with it was a reddit post I will be citing in the reblog.)

Now, my next point is where we find a split.

INFPs and INTPs and their Need to Question Everything (even if it’s about one sentence [insert creator here] said that one time during a 4-hour long stream)

The strongest connection I found between the two leading personalities of DTeam Tumblr is they share Extraverted Intuiting (Ne) as their auxiliary cognitive function.

I’ll use a quote that explains Ne better than I could ever explain it in my own words:

“Extraverted intuition or Ne is very much focused on patterns and making connections from information they gather... Ne dominant users enjoy being able to explore things in a much more open manner, not wanting to feel closed off to the possibilities around them... They are also highly imaginative people, who enjoy being able to come up with unique hobbies and experiences... They are not afraid of imagining things which seem almost impossible to others... [For INFPs,] Ne is what creates this detailed and incredible thoughts process which keeps them busy for long periods of time.”

And another:

“Auxiliary Ne manifests in people constantly questioning the world around them, but unlike ENxPs, they can be more pick and choose about this. But generally, they don’t take people, things and events at face value.“

Now, think about the community you’re in right now. Think about the post you’re reading at the moment.

DTeam Tumblr is full of over-analysis posts, whether about Dream and George’s secret love for each other or about the inherent problems with Dream’s shipbait and gay jokes or theories about what’s going to happen next in the dream SMP lore and the dramatic betrayals and creator’s descend into madness and more theories about sexuality and charts depicting creator’s personalities and what they’d be likely to do in different scenarios and... ooof, I’m out of breath here. You get my point.

DTeam Tumblr is literally a group of ex-gifted or gifted introverted people who love to read or write analysis, theory, and discussion posts about sweaty Minecraft Youtubers because they’re probably too overwhelmed by real life and find joy in obsessing over “dumb” things.

That’s it. That’s literally the post. I might as well end there.

But I won’t. 

Because obsessions is exactly what I want to focus on next.

The Inherent Nature of the INFP and their “Micro-Obsessions”

This is me having a one-to-one conversation with all my INFPs reading this.

Do you sometimes just set your mind on a goal--like, let’s say, writing a book--and you spend so much time obsessing over it to the point where you burn out and suddenly it never sees the light of day because you move onto your next goal or obsession because now you’re getting ready to launch your freelance website so you can start a business on [insert new hobby here]?

Or do you just suddenly find a fandom or a show or a channel you really enjoy and you spend the next few months doing nothing but engaging with it and reading fanfiction and drawing fan art or making dumb analysis posts on your main Tumblr account where suddenly you get an influx of followers from that community and now people are expecting you to just post about MCYT!?

Oh, sorry, I got a little carried away at the end there...

Anyhow, my point is, do you ever develop an obsession over something all the sudden only for it to just disappear when you find something new or just fall into the deep crevices of your mind only for it to maybe reemerge a few years later after you get a deep sense of nostalgia remembering it?

I call them micro-obsessions. And I recently found out, I’m not the only one who does this!

Here’s another quote for you: 

“According to Carl Jung’s theory of cognitive functions, when an INFP makes a decision, Ne comes in second to another process known as Introverted Feeling (Fi). Fi does not use logic to make a decision. It uses how we feel about the decision according to our values. In other words, it asks, “Which choice feels right for me?”

Ne, on the other hand, craves new ideas and experiences to explore, which causes INFPs to always be on the lookout for something novel.

Unfortunately, INFPs can get stuck in a loop, going back and forth between their Ne and Fi. They search to understand their values by constantly trying new things. They ask themselves, “Does this feel right?” then throw it over their shoulder as they move on to something else.”

So, you’re probably asking right about now, Light, how the heck does any of this have anything to do with the Dream Team and MCYT!?

Well, my friend, it has EVERYTHING to do with the Dream Team and MCYT and DTeam Tumblr as a whole.

Because INxx’s are predisposed to end up in places like this--fandoms on Tumblr, channels that speculate whether Mario is evil, watching dramatic Minecraft smp wars and elections as opposed to looking at the news that depicts Murphy’s Law as 2020′s new favorite epigram. 

The introvert in them causes them to prefer socializing in small communities online where they’re not forced to engage in conversations if they don’t want to or put into uncomfortable situations where they have to talk to that one friend of their friend who wants to make meaningless small chat.

Their Intuition causes them to wonder into places like Tumblr where they can engage in deep discussions about their newest obsessions, and they won’t be judged for writing a 500+ word post about why Dream’s shipbait tactics are a genius algorithm strat or simping over sweaty Minecraft boys.

DTeam Tumblr is a safe haven for INFPs and INTPs who might be placed in the “other” category or marked as weird for being interested in “childish” entertainment or being different from the general population overall, whether that’d be sexuality, point of view, age, gender, etc. A place where you can fully be yourself and not have to worry about disappointing people.

INFPs are predisposed for drowning themselves in their micro-obsessions to avoid all of the madness in the world--even if that means giggling like a little girl while reading memes about your favorite Minecraft YouTube creators.

That is a deep-dive into the mind of a typical DTeam Tumblr user. What do you think? Is it accurate at all? Is it completely off? Let me know in the comments!

And with that, I digress. I’m not sure whether I’ll be covering general demographics next week or diving into the topic of ships (could be a mix of both), but I will be posting about it eventually, so make sure to hit the follow if you got to the end of this post and enjoyed it or learned something new from it!

Friendly reminder that this survey and post is in no way supposed to be taken 100% seriously. These are just the ramblings of a math major INFP with too much time on her hands and way too big of an obsession for MCYT. My asks are always open for literally anything, whether if you want to ask me about this or any DNF related subject, my own opinions, or just criticize the whole of this post and tell me it’s complete trash! I’ll answer as long as it’s appropriate!

And, again, thank you everyone who filled out the survey. Without y’all, this post wouldn’t be possible. I really enjoyed writing it! Adios!

[kirieshhhka003]

So I’ve just watched Atonement and there is a scene where Keira Knightley gets out of a fountain soaking wet only wearing a lace slip in front of her love interest, and can stop thinking in how would be Bruno’s gang reaction if they were in the same situation with their crush both SFW and NSFW 👀 (if it’s too much it can be only Bruno, Abba and Mista)

A/n: My mom is a huge fan of movies like that and I have no choice but watching those with her. We’ve watched “Duchess” minimum 8 times and the whole movie I just keep staring at her boobs😂 Thank you for your request, my dear anon💚

Warnings: NSFW

Buccellati, Abbacchio and Mista seeing S/o in a soaked wet lace dress

Bruno Buccellati

Pink lace fabric was soaked with water, draping all curves of S/o’s beautiful body. They looked like a mysterious daity, that accidentally descended from the clouds on the Earth. Bruno was engulfing their little form with his eyes, he was afraid to breathe, what if it scares them off? What if they just disappear, just dissolve in the air?

They were beautiful, most precious thing Bruno has ever seen in his entire life. But something felt off about S/o, something that Bruno could clearly see, but he couldn’t understand what. Realization hit him really hard and only one thought about it made his heart beating faster - S/o hadn’t any underwear on

Bruno blinked a couple times, thinking that his eyes were lying to him, but nothing changed, he could clearly see S/o’s hard nipples showing through the wet fabric of their dress. Oh fuck, warmth in his chest continued growing and slowly slid to his groin, causing uncomfortable tension in his pants

S/o noticed Bruno’s reaction and, with loud giggle, beckoned him with their index finger to themselves. Buccellati obeyed and quickly approached S/o, stopping only when there was less than one foot between their bodies. “What’s wrong babe? Did something confused you?” - S/o cooed playfully in his ear. Bruno took a deep breath to calm himself down, but, of course, it didn’t help

“I think we should go inside. I’ll help you with taking off your clothes, you may catch cold easily” - Bruno replied with a impish smile on his face. And he really did, it was such a pleasure for capo to help S/o to get naked. He took a proper care of them, keeping them warm all night(with his dick inside of them), so S/o won’t get ill because of their little frolic

Leone Abbacchio

From the moment Leone saw his beloved coming out of the sea in their soaked lace dress softly draping their figure he knew, that they’ll end up in bedroom, taking this wet fabric off S/o’s body

Leone couldn’t take his eyes off of S/o - they were like an angel that descended from heaven. They approached his slowly and ran slim fingers through his long silver hair

Only when Abbacchio felt S/o’s soft touches he remembered that he can talk. Leone swallowed loudly and opened his mouth. He wanted to tell S/o how beautiful they are, that they look like a dainty fairy, tell them that he loves them so much, but the only thing that came out from his lips was “You’ll get cold”

He already started to berate himself for his conciseness, but the soft sound of S/o’s laugh made him forget about everything. “Make me feel warm then” - S/o replied with a frisky smirk

Leone doesn’t remember how his hands appeared on their waist and his lips pressed against S/o’s, but he still clearly sees that fantastic expression on S/o’s face on the brim of their orgasm when he was thrusting them into the mattress of their shared bed

Guido Mista

When Guido saw S/o approaching him in a soaking wet dress, he literally dropped his jaw. Their white lace dress, that Mista bought them when they were spending weekend in Venice together, was softly wrapping S/o’s body, emphasizing their natural beauty

Wet fabric became almost invisible and Mista could see S/o’s lingerie. They were wearing pink panties with lots of blue flowers embroidered on it(his favorite one). Oh god, Mista wanted to squeeze those thighs so badly, to leave print of his palms and hickeys all over S/o’s skin

Mista stood up from his seat and started to slowly move towards S/o. The only thing he could see is S/o’s plump pink lips, curved in a mocking smile. Of course they knew that Mista will go right into their arms! Guido still can’t understand how S/o make him doing exactly what they want him to only by giving him just one look

They were standing in the middle of a private beach, no one’s around, only two of them, looking lovingly into each other’s eyes. Mista’s lips on S/o’s lips. Moment later he places his big calloused palms on S/o’s buttocks, squishing and rubbing their soft flesh

And, of course, from the start of their little show S/o knew that they’ll end up in a bedroom, all naked and heated, kissing each other wherever their lips could reach. It’s so easy to make Mista going, but it’s impossible to stop him, not as S/o wanted him to

Masterlist | Smut Masterlist

[thunderon]

O knowledgeable one, as someone who isn't Christian and is not at all interested in God and has zero understanding of biblical references why is the name Wake significant?

*looks around* who, ME??? i don't know about "knowledgeable" but i do have fifteen years of bible school under my belt and dated a catholic girl for like 3 years so i'll give it a go. im hardly the first person to do analysis on wake's name, but i have yet to see someone specifically talk about “wake” and “the sleeper” and all the biblical implications behind it so i guess i'll do it. i personally made a few extraneous connections that i haven’t seen examined anywhere so im going to hit on those right now. this isn’t so much a theory post as it is filling you in on some background of specifically the biblical significance of wake’s name.

buckle up anon because you are about to see the result of what happens when you ask a lesbian who was put through 15 years of church about the Bible.

  first things first. 

as it’s been previously pointed out: Awake These Valiant Dead is a Shakespeare reference from Henry V, but that’s only one line. i think people are missing the biblical reference from Henry V.you can read the full page here if you are so inclined (x)

but before line 138, where Wake's name is from, we get this excerpt starting on line 121:

“For in the Book of Numbers is it writ:

“When the man dies, let the inheritance

Descend unto the daughter.” 

Gracious lord,

Stand for your own, unwind your bloody flag,

Look back into your mighty ancestors.

Go, my dread lord, to your great-grandsire’s tomb”

this has some major implications, so let's unpack it.

as a non-christian, you are probably asking: what is up with the Book of Numbers and why do you think it's important?

basically, the Israelites were held as slaves in Egypt and were liberated by this guy named Moses.  Moses is tasked with taking the Israelites to the Promised Land (which is basically a paradise where God said the Israelites can go and live). the book of numbers is recounting this journey to the Promise Land. in the bible, the Israelites find the Promised Land, which is called Canaan (hmmm where have we heard that name before?).  the Israelites send 12 spies to scout the land and the spies come back and report that it’s “overflowing with milk and honey” (i bet you’ve probably heard that phrase) but there’s also these giants living there. the Israelites get too scared to take the land, which pisses off God and he goes “fine. y’all can die in the wilderness then. this land will be for your next generation since u guys wanna pussy out”. okay that’s not verbatim but it’s the gist. the book of numbers eventually ends with the Israelites needing the cross the Jordan River and the Promised Land is left for the next generation to inherit. obviously muir draws on these aspects from canaan house and the river in her books. now back to the quote  i pulled from Henry V and Wake's name:

“For in the Book of Numbers is it writ:

“When the man dies, let the inheritance Descend unto the daughter.”

this i think the daughter is referencing gideon (the daughter of both God and Wake). as to what exactly her “inheritance” is... i think we’ll have to see. but the closing line:

“Go, my dread lord, to your great-grandsire’s tomb”

well, all im saying is that tombs have kinda been a bit of a big deal with these books.

side detour (im going somewhere with this so bear with me)the book of Numbers immediately followed by the book of Deuteronomy. now why is that relevant? Deuteronomy and my gal, Judith Deuteros.

The book of Deuteronomy is basically a shit ton of laws for Christians. which Judith is the exact personification of. she literally spends all of her appearances in gideon the ninth arguing for order, the following of Imperial Law, etc etc. now in the book of Dueteronomy, an interesting order is given. starting in Deuteronomy 12:29, the worship of Canaanite gods is forbidden and the order is given to destroy their altars and to execute the Canaanites living in Canaan. this parallels Judith in Canaan House killing teacher and wrecking the place. i think Muir foreshadows that Judith will play a pivotal role in AtN. in the bible, there is actually a woman named judith, who i think is the namesake of our judith. the actual Biblical Judith  kills an invading commander via beheading him. originally i assumed this was meant to be Teacher, but from Judith’s defiance of BoE in AtN, im not so sure. and at the end of AtN, Marta says “she’ll give them hell” which i think really means something. but i could go on about that but i’ll stop here.

now back to your original question about wake. an interesting additional name for wake that i think carries additional implications is when ortus dubs her “the sleeper”. biblically, the relevant quote is Ephesians 5:14:

“Awake, sleeper,

And arise from the dead.”

this is just so in your face ya know? commander awake, the sleeper, rising from the dead. im sure you get where im going with that. now. with that being said i’ll talk a little about the non-biblical stuff. i was a massive Edgar Allen Poe fan growing up and so i immediately picked up on Muir's references to Annabel Lee, The Sleeper, etc in HtN. the closing lines from The Sleeper are as follows:

“Some sepulchre, remote, alone,

 Against whose portals she hath thrown, 

In childhood, many an idle stone— 

Some tomb from out whose sounding door 

She ne’er shall force an echo more, 

Thrilling to think, poor child of sin!

 It was the dead who groaned within.”

now. that is the second quote about wake that references a tomb and now we have the mention of a sepulchre. THAT has some motherfucking implications. especially because in the poem “Annabel Lee” she's famously said of having a “sepulchre by the sea”. John refers to Alecto as Annabel Lee and harrow describes the tomb on the ninth as follows

“Beyond the doors there’s just the rock,” she said. “The rock and the tomb surrounded by water...The water’s salt, and it’s deep, and it moves with a tide that shouldn’t exist. The sepulchre itself is small, and the tomb...”

again. IMPLICATIONS. i know there’s also the argument that this is all a decoy and Anastasia is the body on the first etc etc. i still don’t know what to think. these are just all pieces of a puzzle ive been holding onto and think are neat so im sharing them with you. i know this is just a hot mess of everything but that’s how i operate sorry. feel free to ask more questions and i would LOVE to answer anything for you :)

[angelathewitch]

Okay I just finished the ACOTAR series for the first time and I have so many thoughts so I'm gonna write them down.

Also I have not looked at any fan theories or been a part of this fandom very much so all these headcannons are straight from the noggin:

Literally what the fuck is tamlin doing.

Okay getting this out of the way cause its a hot topic. Azriel is my baby I love him but

I would have mixed feelings about him being with both gwyn and Elaine. I love the idea of Elaine being azriels sunshine he deserves light in his life (also their scene in ACOSF had me ejdjbdksks) but also all three bat boys being with all 3 sisters rubs me the wrong way idk.

Gwyn is amazing because she's a badass bitch and if azriel doesn't snatch that up I will. I feel like azriel almost gets bulldozed over by the other bat boys (like he will do the dirty work only because he feels inferior) And I want gwyn to help him stand up for himself.

Gwyn is an adult jfc. I'd be more worried about her trauma.

I am totally a elucien shipper I'm SORRY lucien deserves the world

But at the same time I would totally understand if Elaine couldn't forgive him for his involvement in the cauldron business. That shit was wack. I just want this relationship to be the biggest, most "period drama esqe" slowburn.

I have very mixed feelings about lucien. On one hand lucien has never had a home and when tamlin took him in I can see how that loyalty blurred the lines of right and wrong. But at the same time lucien messed up MANY times where the archeon sisters are concerned.

Nesta deserved her kick in the ass because it was needed. She did not deserve everyone to be a little bitch to her. It felt like feyre was the only one who wanted her rehabbed for nestas sake. I definitely would have preferred Nesta to hit rock bottom and choose recovery for herself (cause alcoholism and things can only be truly solved through self help) Everyone else was uncharacteristically nonempathetic. Idk how Cassian could be okay with her treatment after they mated.

I'm still digesting Rhys and nestas relationship. I like that they don't like each other for most of ACOSF. Nestas reasons for treating feyre poorly are valid, but not excuses. The feyre, Nesta, and rhys relationship thing is weird cause I see all sides. I need more feyre and Nesta bonding they always get interrupted.

I HATE what SJM did to Mors character. What the fuck is up with mor not liking Nesta. Maybe we will get an explanation in the next book but I feel like mor was set up to be a great LGBT character with himbo allies but SJM just dropped her off a cliff. Big mad.

However I do want eris and mor to end up together. Not necessarily romantically, but I want them to have it out and I want eris to support mor. Kinda want them to be mates. Kinda want eris to be gay as well. Kinda want them to get married and them have consorts.

WHY does everyone treat feyre like a porcelain doll when the IC has more collective trauma than anyone else in this universe. Don't get me wrong I'm all about the hurt/comfort but it was so inconsistently written LOL. When the IC was telling their stories the first night they met and then feyre told hers I cackled like sorry but she is a baby

Rhys's trauma is just as recent as feyres... yeah he's a lot older and seasoned but oh my GOD he was consistently assaulted for 49 years. Feyre does very little to comfort him. Idk I feel like it was SO glossed over.

Like in ACOWAR feyre admits that amaranthas hatred wasn't personal it was general, unlike Tamlins hatred. But amarantha and rhys had multiple personal vendettas against each other. Like his amarantha is vaguely feyres tamlin. Rhys didn't even get to kill amarantha. His trauma is untapped. Rhys is the main character feyre is the love interest idc

Idk what yall say rhys is my baby my lovebug my everything. He's got his flaws but you can't love Nesta and hate him at the same time without being a lil hypocritical

But he's fucked in the head for thinking he was justified in drugging feyre every night for 2 months. Almost more mad about that than the SA (I dont really blame Rhys since it is not cannon to me. SJM just messed up 😌 it was so out of character) did he ever really apologize for that??

ALSO I know smj wanted to write like #consentking but half of what he allowed was so unnecessarily dangerous (like the first AND second weaver encounter- if my SO ran off in the middle of a battle to track down a mysterious creature when the task could have been done after the battle I would have be livid. Mor was justified in being mad.)

I'm so mad rhys didn't flatten tamlin during the high lord meeting. Either it will happen in the future or I will burn these books.

THE BAT BOYS HAVE CONNONICALLY BEEN IN THE SAME ROOM WHILE HAVING SEX. the foursomes in my head gets clearer by the day

I HATE the fact that rhys almost had an existential crisis over feyre being so young when she found her mate and not having "lived" and THEN GETS HER PREGNANT??? Are you kidding me. I'm so mad. I don't wanna deal with babies. I hate babies.

But I DO have a fun headcannon that since the bone carver is a death-god or whatever he KNEW nyx wouldn't survive and that is why he appeared as him. Also when the bone carver offered to take feyres first born in exchange for help rather than the oroboughs I think that was also foreshadowing. The only reason nyx survived was because of Nesta and the bone carver had trouble seeing the cauldron.

((Maybe nyx should have died during the birth idk))

Literally I would have enjoyed ACOSF if instead of the pregnancy feyre was busy looking for bryaxis. Literally what happened to him. Wtf

I know the plot armor is crazy thick around the IC but it would have been nice if one of them died. Well, not nice, but more believable. Maybe thats why nyx should have died. Lol I need therapy.

FREAKING HEADCANNON: the archeon sisters are partially fae. Their mom was definitely a descendant and that's why all three sisters have mates. It was hinted that the sisters had mated because they were powerful and cauldron made but Cassian and rhys could feel the pull before the sisters were turned.

Tarquin is the hottest high lord

The whole blood rite thing was stupid. I would have loved if it was spread out over a longer period of time but it was so unrealistic

You know we all love a good #girlboss🤢 moment but the whole valkarie thing seemed 1. Out of no where 2. Really quickly forced (ACOSF should have been like 2 books) 3. If emerie and mor get together life=complete

The inner circle and ther archeon sisters would not get along if they weren't mated to like 50% of the gang

They're too whiny

It's so weird that the mating bond can only be felt by guys??? Lol wut

Okay I know this is a complicated subject but having LGBTs in a universe with mates based in evolutionary advantage seems more homophobic than having a universe without LGBTs LOL. Like their connection can't be as deep cause they can't procreate?? I did like that SJM made up for it a little by saying not all mates are complementary souls.

Hybern was so powerful and for WHAT. I don't understand

Vassa, lucien, and jurian being a trio is so weird 😐

I WANT A NOVELLA ON THE STORY OF AMREN AND VARIAN. They are my otp. If anyone has made it this far and knows of some good amren and varian fanart pls let me know

Okay that is all for now thank you if you read down to here xoxo gossip girl.

P. S. Also I am starting throne of glass and am having a hard time getting into it. Can anyone vouch for this series please I'm conflicted.

Edit: omg I was zooted when I wrote this and didn't realize my phone autocorrected cassian to Caspian RIP