#Untapped potential I’m telling ya

[sleep-deprived-onion]

Guilty Gear Christmas headcannon: Sin is very excited that he can be around his extended family for the holidays . I love that he’s a little scared of testament. I get the feeling that he’d be warily watching Testament cook and craft from a room over like a little kid “sneaking” (and Test absolutely knows that Sin is doing this) and Testament casually coxes him over by asking him to help and letting him taste test if he behaves

[gureishi]

ok so I just read this fic on ao3 that really broke my heart ok and I wanna tell someone about it T_T it explores the idea of saeyoung having a disorder similar to saerans DID in which saeyoung has his own freaky VERY scary version of unknown which he slips into when pushed to his emotional and mental brink.

it was just an interesting idea to think about maybe saeyoung also being able to develop something similar when his lost his mind and people in his life a little bit too much

now the actual QUESTION (bet you were excited for this part aren't ya?)

Do you think saeyoung also maybe has these untapped sides to him, maybe being pushed too much could also lead him to having some sort of personality disorder which calls for his own unknown? I'm so curious about your thoughts on this subject matter!

Hello lovely anonymous friend.

Thank you for asking this question! I hope you don’t mind that I’m going to use this as a jumping-off point to talk a little bit about mental illness and the way it’s sometimes presented in the fandom (and in media more generally). Please know that I mean absolutely no ill will toward you, or toward the writer of the fic you’re talking about! I don’t know what fic specifically you’re referencing, and it’s totally possible that it handled these topics in a delicate, loving, and thoughtful way. But it is, alas, pretty common (in society—not just in this fandom) for creators to accidentally contribute to negative stigmas about mental illness by writing about disorders in a way that’s reductive or inaccurate—and I’m going to use this as an opportunity to discuss that a little bit.

While it’s never explicitly stated in the game, it’s generally assumed within the fandom that Saeran has DID. I’m no expert on DID, but I do know that I get a very icky, nauseous feeling when any mental illness or disorder—DID included, of course—is described in a way that implies that it’s “bad” or “wrong” or “dangerous.” 

There’s a trope in media about a character having an “evil side,” and it’s been around forever. Think about Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde! There’s absolutely nothing wrong with writing content that plays into that trope. And there’s also absolutely nothing wrong about writing a character with a mental illness and depicting that illness in a realistic light—your character isn’t going to behave perfectly all the time, because humans never do. The problem is conflating the two: reducing DID to a disorder that gives you “good alters” and “bad alters.” 

And yes, there are problems with the game itself. Mystic Messenger doesn’t necessarily do a great job of handling mental illness in general, and we should be cautious that we don’t assume things about any illness or disorder based on the way it’s depicted in a video game.

But in the case of Saeran specifically, it’s important to remember a few things: Unknown has not only suffered great trauma in the past, but he is also currently enduring regular, repeated trauma. He is being tortured and drugged. There are many factors at play, and Unknown does not act the way he does “because of DID.” He is also not a “bad alter” or “evil twin.” He is a complex character who is suffering immensely because of unimaginably horrific circumstances.

And I’ll say again, dear anon, that I don’t mean to come for you or your question in any way! It’s great to explore “what ifs,” and I think hypothetical scenarios can really help us grow as writers. But I want to be super clear in the language that I use: Unknown may be an alter within a system, and he may also be frightening and dangerous—but DID is not the reason he is frightening and dangerous, and I think we should all be very careful that we’re not contributing to negative stigmas when we talk about these topics.

Because this stigma is everywhere. And negative depictions of mental illness in the media and in pop culture have a huge impact on how mental illness is perceived, which is turn impacts how people with mental illnesses are treated by their families and friends and healthcare professionals. As someone with several mental illnesses—and who is starting school in the fall to become a therapist—I think about this a lot. Even if we’re writing fanfiction, and it’s not going to reach a huge audience, I still think we have a responsibility to do our research and be very thoughtful about the way we portray illnesses, disorders, or disabilities of any kind.

All of that said: if you’re being conscientious, there’s certainly nothing wrong with exploring possibilities! I don’t personally think that Saeyoung has DID or any other dissociative disorder, but if this is something you want to think about or explore in writing, do it! Just make sure you’re writing about the topic with sensitivity and care.

And to actually answer your question: yes, I definitely agree that Saeyoung, if pushed to his limit, could behave in ways that are dangerous and frightening. Not because of any sort of mental illness, but because of the immense pressure he’s under—as well as the trauma he’s endured. He’s got a lot of anger he’s been pushing down for a very long time, and if certain things are taken away from him (the belief that Saeran is safe; the support of his friends; the unconditional affection he receives from you), he has the potential to explode. An angry Saeyoung—truly angry—is very frightening indeed.

Dear anon, thank you for asking this question and giving me a chance to talk about the harm that can come from negative portrayals of mental illness. I really hope you don’t mind that I used your question as an opportunity to do that! You are a wonderful human being, and I appreciate you.

[howlingday]

About Jaune ships...

I have opinions. You may not agree, but they are mine. They may change in time, but not now.

LANCASTER ( RUBY X JAUNE )

The old tried and true. I mean, what's not to like? Cute girl falls for first guy she meets at Beacon? Classic romance trope, and after reading how much Ruby loves romance stories (I consider certain parts in the manga canon), it makes sense. In fact, after Arkos sank (A moment of silence, please . . . Thank you), many moved to Lancaster, which isn't bad. Happens all the time in fandoms. Sad thing, though, is far I think she'll last. If we're talking Volume 5 or earlier, then maybe. However, I feel if Ruby were to have an endgame in romance, it would be RoseGarden (I have opinions on that as well, but today isn't the day to discuss that), mostly because Oscar bumped Jaune's role from male lead to male side. Not to mention that while Jaune is becoming a beast in his own right, Ruby is a different creature altogether and evolving her character more rapidly and chaotically than anyone else (Must be all that screentime).

TLDR: I want it to be canon, but I might just be hoping.

WHITE KNIGHT ( WEISS X JAUNE)

Doofus in tin foil meets princess who hates daddy (Am I in the romance section of the library? You know, the corner for adults only?) No, but I do like this ship. I'm always a sucker for the fantasy genre, and using a zero to hero male makes it relatable. I also kind of ship it because the same reason I ship NaruSaku in the Naruto fandom: he likes her and he's willing to go the distance. But enough about that; instead let's talk about canon. Will they hook up? It's a soft maybe for me, for two reasons. 1. Rosegarden is most likely to be endgame, and after Ruby and Pyrrha, I'd say Weiss is Jaune's next to be his love interest. 2. Weiss has warmed up to Jaune. Sure, not lover or crush level (Yet), but she's definitely changed her opinion on him. In Volume 1, Jaune was bugging her, like all the time, which I could see as him getting mixed signals on (Exhibit A: Tall, blonde, and scraggly). When Volume 5 came around, everyone jumped onboard because he saved her life (Don't lie, because I'll admit that I did it, too). Not the best reason, but still reason enough, I'd say. Then in Volume 7, she hangs out with him and Oscar to the movies (It was either that or awkward Bumbleby all night. I feel ya, sister). Nothing romantic happens, but it does show how much their relationship has developed. If Weiss is Jaune's endgame, then they have set the pieces up perfectly to do so.

TLDR: High likelihood to be canon and I'm a sucker for Knight/Princess ships.

KNIGHTSHADE ( BLAKE X JAUNE)

This is the part where I say definitely not. Not in a million years, but I'll explain why I like the ship, though. As for why it won't work, the answer is Bumbleby. They haven't kissed yet, but you know they're going to eventually (Because if they don't, the fans will attack like a swarm of hornets). But here's the question you might be asking now: why do I ship this? Well, it's part of the allure of "opposites attract" ('Cause I'm dressed like a cat!). Blake is an intelligent, outspoken, and agile ninja with a criminal history of terrorism who spends her free time reading novels. Jaune is a B at best on his tests, soft-hearted, and ground-based knight who's worst crime is fraud (Still a crime, but peanuts compared to literal terrorism) and spends his free time hanging out with his team. Day and night. But they also tried that with Sun for a season and a half and it didn't last (BECAUSE BEES).

TLDR: Not even a snowball's chance in the summer sun, but so much story potential if you do (Which I do)!

DRAGONSLAYER ( YANG X JAUNE )

This, I would say, is the opposite of Knightshade, where Jaune is the day and Blake is night, here Yang is the Sun and Jaune is the Moon (Like their crests! Remember those? Y'know, when they were relevant?) Will it work? Even less so than Knightshade. However, it does open up some interesting paths considering how... provocative Yang can be, and Jaune, compared to the other guys, is the nerdiest, geekiest dude at Beacon. It's like the cheerleader/nerd romance, except the cheerleader is the captain of every sports team... and rides a motorcycle. The Volume 8 preview introduced us to Yang and Jaune riding motorcycles and we went nuts over it. Yang was back in her element, roaring down the street, riding on walls, popping off tricks with Oscar riding- Back to what I was saying, people were asking, "How did he know how to ride a motorcycle?" and the elementary answer is "He didn't." He almost fell off his bike from a small box in the road. True, anyone would, but look at how he reacts: he stiffens, he refocuses on the road. This kid literally started riding at breakfast, and I DARE you to prove me wrong. But hey, great fic material right there, though, eh?

TLDR: Never gonna happen, but I don't care. All I care about is writing that they love each other. And they also fu-!

ARKOS ( PYRRHA X JAUNE )

I'm sorry, I need a moment. . . . Alright. Do it for her. This ship... was perfect. Probably the best ship out them all. I legit almost cry every time I think about Volume 3. Pyrrha was everyone's favorite. Her background, her interactions, her choreography, everything! But, of course, like everything in our lives, she was too good to be true. But let's honor her memory by talking about her ship, Arkos. Pyrrha was the champion of the world, the Brothers' and Oums' gift to Remnant. She could do no wrong and she HATED it. Her plight was with how she was seen. Everybody knew her! Everybody, except Jaune. And he only figured out she was "a big deal" was because Weiss had to spell it out for him! As time went on, they became the best of friends, two peas in a pod, the perfect odd couple! They worked together and trusted each other, they cared for and supported each other, they lo- No. No, I can't say it. It's been years, and it still hurts. So, I'll explain something else: the reason why Jaune SHOULD NOT be shipped right now. That reason is Pyrrha. Jaune was helpless to save her. He's suffering from survivor's guilt and he's still grieving. In Volume 4, he would sneak away and train until late at night to scroll recording of her. In Volume 5, he confronted Cinder and got Weiss almost killed because he let his grief for Pyrrha take control of him and let his emotions run wild. In Volume 6, he finds the Pyrrha statue and he... I don't know how to say this, but he let's go. He accepts that Pyrrha is gone and he's starting the healing process. He's finally ready to move forward.

TLDR: T.T I never felt that it was wise to wish too much~

MARTIAL ARCS ( REN X JAUNE)

I'll be honest, I don't really ship it. Yeah, it's cute, and it falls perfectly into the "if I had to pick a guy" part of me, but to be honest, I don't ship it. 10% because Renora and 90% it just doesn't click with me. They both just seem too soft, too quiet, too introverted. Best friends? Yes, definitely! But lovers? Eeeeeh, not really.

TLDR: I will only ship as neccessary.

NORA'S ARC ( NORA X JAUNE )

I've only just got in this deep with the fandom only recently, so I don't know if a lot of you know me. Heck, I'm probably just some RWBY fan you happen to spot as you move through your dash. However, old or new, I want to be made absolutely positively clear on this. Of all the ships here, this has got to be my-

O T FUDGIN' P

Wow! Never thought I'd feel so strongly about a crack ship like this. And yes, as sad it is to say, this is a crack ship. Renora was planned from day one, so it can't be helped. At least it didn't blast me in the face all of the sudden (OH NO, NOT THE BEES! AAAAARGH! THEY'RE IN MY EYES!). But why this ship? Well, for one thing, it's that whole opposites attract thing with Nora as the bubbly, outspoken, airhead powerhouse and Jaune as the soft spoken, introverted, nerd tactician. But wait, there's more to this trope, because it can go deeper: Order VS Chaos! Who makes all the messes? Who cleans up those messes? Who follows all the rules? Who makes their own doors? It's just. So. Damn! GOOD! One sad thing about this ship though is that it's not only not canon because of Renora, it's anti-canon because Renora. Every fan fic of Nora's Arc requires an explanation for Ren and Nora to not be together-together, like you have to write a formal apology to the FNDM for liking something that's different from what is canon or commonly accepted. If that's the case, then I'll be the anarchist here!

TLDR: I LOVE IT! What's that? Not canon? Who gives a damn?! I just explained why Jaune won't be shipped anyways! Now, if you'll excuse, I have some fan fics to find.

ARCFALL ( CINDER X JAUNE )

Oh, here it goes! Now, if we're talking ships that'll never happen, this is where we find better reasons than "it's not canon" and "character development". No, this... This is a declaration of war. Allow me to explain. Cinder Fall is evil. Like, down to her core. She wants power and she'll cut through anyone to get to it. Including Pyrrha. This woman sank Arkos by means other than "X and Y kissed, so..." She killed X, leaving Y alone. And her interactions with Jaune tell me she wouldn't even be worth a hate-bang. But, as Momma always, there's a thin line between love and hate. This is where the appeal comes in. Cinder is evil with no past, which leaves the previous chapter's of her life story blank to be filled in. Jaune is good with a troublesome, albeit easy past, but untapped potential for more. It's another opposites attract, but different from INTRO VS EXTRO and CHAOS VS ORDER; this is GOOD VS EVIL. Who will win this battle of wills; will our hero purify the tainted heart, or will he slip deeper into darkness, never to return to the light?

TLDR: Should be a NOTP, and yet the allure pulls me in.

What do y'all think? Do you agree? Let me know!

[diaryofabeautyfiend]

если бы я взял эту сигарету и потушил ее ... ты бы меня полюбил?

(If I took this cigarette and put it out on you...would you love me?)

Warnings: Major character death!! Non consensual sex, violence, torture

I recently read Marvel’s Witches and House of M which is going to be a decent lead in to WandaVision. I’m so happy Wanda is getting the recognition she deserves finally as the actual strongest Avenger. I haven’t decided if this will be a series or not. Please heed my warnings. (Gif is not my own)

It had been six months since you moved into the Avengers compound. You were being held in a Hydra base. As a somewhat inexperienced witch your powers were virtually untapped. Hydra knew your potential and tried (by force) to extract your power. To turn you into a human nuclear bomb.

They tortured you in ways that you couldn’t even describe. Pushing you to the brink of insanity every day. You were ready to give up when one day, the walls started to crumble around you. You scurried into a corner trying to disappear when you heard a voice in your ear. He spoke softly and coaxed you out of your hiding place. “Все нормально. Я здесь, чтобы спасти тебя.” You shook your head trying to stop him from speaking. “I don’t understand.” Your eyes were blurry stinging from tears and blood. Your left eye was swollen shut after your last beating. “It’s ok. I’m here to rescue you. Come with me. I’ve got you.” You wrapped your arms around his neck as he lifted you. “Hold on tight. We have to jump.”

“What? Jump?!” His grip tightened around your waist and he stepped to the ledge. Before you could protest you were free falling. You felt a familiar pull in your belly and, just before you hit the ground, you extended your hand and let the power flow through you to stop yourselves from hitting the ground.

“See, Bucky? I told you she was powerful. Let’s get her cleaned up.” The woman speaking stroked your hair. “It’s ok, Y/N. You are safe. We are going to help you.” she whispered. Bucky sat you in a seat, strapped you in and settled down next to you. He hasn’t left your side since.

At first he was more protective. You didn’t take long to heal but you still looked so fragile to him. He stayed in a chair by your bedside in the days leading up to your recovery. He wouldn’t leave unless Wanda or Agatha were there to watch over you. Only he understood what you endured. Heaven knows how long you were there. He knew why you cried in your sleep. He knew why you recoiled every time someone touched you. He knew how they broke you. Every bone...every ounce of your spirit. They broke you.

You didn’t say a whole lot. You only seemed to perk up when someone brought you food. He liked to watch you eat. It was the only time you smiled.

At night, when sleep would finally take him, he would leave a hand resting on your bed. Feeling your warmth radiating off of you comforted him. One night you had a particularly vivid nightmare. You woke up screaming. He was standing over you smoothing your hair away from your face. You latched onto him crying into his chest. “Please don’t leave me” you whimpered. “Never, doll” he said against your hair.

Every day you got stronger. Wanda and Agatha showed you how to use your powers. You were a quick study. They were impressed. Bucky stayed far away when you were practicing. It gave him the creeps. You always wanted to show him what you learned and, as supportive as he was, he would pass.

What you were learning was ancient. It was power that you couldn’t fully understand or even hope to harness completely. Agatha and Wanda were the most powerful witches...ever. With them as your teachers you felt unstoppable.

While they taught you how to use your powers they also taught you that, in the wrong hands, there was a terrible price to pay. In inexperience hands that price could be tragic. Agatha urged you to study and practice as much as you could and warned you not to stray from their lessons. Some days you didn’t come out of the library at all. Bucky would sit in a big arm chair next to yours. He would sometimes ask questions but mostly he just liked to watch you.

You devoured the texts like you were searching for something. Bucky wondered what it was but never asked. Your secrets were your own. He watched you chew your lip while you scribbled something down. He loved how pink and swollen your lips would get after you bit them. He wanted nothing but to take the dusty books out of your hand and claim that bottom lip for himself. It annoyed him that he couldn’t help you. Sure it was your journey but you seemed lost a lot. He wished he could see you through.

You looked up from your book, “What are you scowling at?”

His thoughts melted away as your voice washed over him. He gave you a sweet smile, “Nothing. Let’s go to bed.” He took your hands, “This will all be here in the morning.” His offer was much too tempting.

It was about dinner time and Bucky and Sam were going to cook. Or, at least, they threatened to cook so you would push them out of the kitchen and really cook. Bucky searched the compound for you and found you in the library.

“Babe, what did you want for dinner?”

“I’m not hungry. I made a pot roast in the crock pot. You and Sam help yourselves.”

His brow furrowed, “What do you mean you’re not hungry? I haven’t seen you all day. You must be hungry.” He rested his head on his hands looking up at you with those big sparkling eyes.

You patted him on the head and said, “Go eat with Sam. I have work to do.”

“What are you working on?” He moved to peak over your shoulder. Most of the book was in Latin but he recognized a few words. “‘To regain memories’? What are you trying to do?”

“Hydra wiped everything about my family. I don’t know anything about my life other than what I read in my file.”

“This seems tricky, doll. Take a break. Wait for Wanda and Agatha to get back.”

“Bucky, I can do this. I don’t need them to help me. It’s a simple spell.”

“I don’t like you messing with this stuff. Please come out of this room.”

He grabbed for the book. You pulled it out of reach, your eyes pleading. “I need to remember. What if I have a family searching for me? I have to know.” He turned to leave. You were reading the incantation that went with the spell memorizing the words. “exaudi verba mea... Audi clamorem meum. Et convertam reversionem memorias...” You repeated them over and over. You placed your hands on the side of the book and closed your eyes.

Your whispers sounded unfamiliar. Your voice was not your own. Bucky strained to hear what you were saying. The voice coming from you was low and sexless. He put his hand on your shoulder, “Y/N? Take your hands off the book.” You turned to him your eyes had gone completely white. You smiled at him so wide he thought your face was going to split. He tried to get away from you but you grabbed his hand with a strength he didn’t know you had. His heart was hammering in his chest. Then, he heard what you were saying.

“Longing...Toska...rusted...rzhavyy...seventeen...semnadtsat’”

“Stop it” he pleaded. You were unphased.

“Daybreak...rassvet...furnace...pech’”

“Sam! Sam! Get Wanda!” he yelled at the top of his lungs.

“Baby, please stop. Please.” He tried to block out your voice. He closed his eyes straining to get away from you. “Y/N fight this. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

“Don’t I, Soldat? Toska, rzhavyy, semnadtsat', rassvet, pech', devyat', dobrozhelatel'nyy, vozvrashcheniye domoy, odin, tovarnyy vagon.”

“YA gotov podchinit'sya.” he responded in monotone. You collapsed onto the floor just before Sam and Wanda ran in. The Winter Soldier stood stock still staring at your limp body awaiting orders.

“What happened?!” Wanda asked while she shook you. “Bucky! What happened?” He didn’t answer. Sam put his hand on Bucky’s shoulder. His whole body stiffened and, somehow, Sam thought he looked taller. He wretched Sam’s hand back bringing him to his knees. “What are you doing?! Stop!” Sam was in horrible pain. Wanda stood up slowly holding out her hands. She spoke in a low authoritative voice, “Stand down, Soldat.” He regarded her but had no expression behind his eyes. He let Sam go and Wanda hurled him across the library slamming him into the wall. His body slid down to the floor out cold.

“What the hell was that?” Sam said rubbing his shoulder.

“I thought they fixed him in Wakanda.”

“They did, Wanda. What happened to Bucky?”

“That’s not Bucky anymore. We have to lock him up.”

“We don’t have a cell strong enough to hold a psychotic super soldier.”

“I can hold him with magic for now. Agatha and I can reinforce the cell we do have.” Agatha bounds into the library seeing the mess.

“What’s happened?”

“Winter Soldier is back and Y/N is passed out on the floor. That’s about what we know.” Sam replied.

“Help me get her up. Y/N look at me” she slapped your face hard. Your eyes flew open and you brought your hand to your cheek. “Hey! What was that for?”

Agatha pursed her lips, “What happened in here?”

“What do you mean?” you were so confused.

“Y/N, did Bucky hurt you?” Wanda asked. Her hands were still extended holding the soldier in place.

“No. I was reading from this book and then I passed out.” You looked over seeing Bucky who was just starting to come to. “What did you do to him?!”

“What book?” Agatha asked as you got up to make your way to Bucky. She grabbed your shoulders “Y/N what book?!” You picked it up flipping to the page you were reading. “This one! What did you do to Bucky?”

Agatha’s eyes widened as she ripped the book from your hands.

“What is that? Someone tell me what’s going on.” Sam said with increased trepidation. “If one of y’all doesn’t start talking so help me...”

“This is the Kale family Book of Shadows. Y/N, where did you find this?”

“On the shelf. I was looking for a memory spell and for some reason I was drawn to this one.” You pointed to the page. “It didn’t work though.”

“Yes it did. Just not on you. It worked on him.” Wanda gestured to Bucky who was struggling to break free from her bonds.

“Y/N, this book was in my vault.” Agatha whispered.

“No, it was on this shelf. Right here.” You pointed to the space where it was resting.

“Agatha, why was that book in your vault? How did that spooky ass thing get out of your vault?!” Sam was in a panic.

“This Book of Shadows was in my vault because a demon is trapped inside. My vault was locked and warded so I don’t know how it got out. Y/N look at me. What is the last thing you remember?”

“I was sitting at the table practicing the incantation and then I blacked out. Bucky wasn’t even in the room.”

“I’ll check the cameras” Sam said before he bolted out of the room. Bucky was still struggling grunting and straining. Wanda was too powerful for him.

Sam came back in with a horrified look on his face. “That thing was inside of her. What does it want with Bucky?”

Agatha laughed, “Why what any demon wants. Destruction. Bucky was weak. It seized the opportunity.”

“I did this. I can get him back.”

“No. Y/N you don’t know what he’s capable of. I’ll put a call in to Shuri. She fixed him once. She can do it again. If not we’ll put him back into the ice until we figure it out.” Sam was shaking you praying you’d listen.

“No! I’ll never do that to him. I have to save him.”

“Look at me. Even if you could...” you tried to get away from him, “Stop! Y/N! Stop. Look at me. Even if you could bring him back he will most assuredly hurt you in the process. You know he would never forgive himself. Is that what you want for him? And if he killed you? I may as well bury him with you.” You knew he was right. You didn’t care.

“Wanda can you ward the cell downstairs? It’ll hold him until Shuri gets back to us.” You spoke with authority.

“Sure. Agatha and I can keep him comfortable.”

“I’ll call Shuri. Three powerful witches should be able to undo this spell.” Sam left to go call Shuri. You paced the room while Wanda and Agatha brought Bucky down.

“You may as well get some sleep. You’ll need your strength.” Wanda said softly.

“How could I have been so stupid?” you asked.

“Oh come on. Who among us hasn’t cursed the man they love?” She smiled down at you.

You went back to your room but didn’t sleep. You watched Bucky on the camera. He was pacing like an animal. He would bang on the cell walls but they absorbed his blows. You couldn’t take watching him anymore so you snuck down and pressed your hand on the door. You whispered a spell that would help him drift off into a dreamless sleep. His mind fought against you but you were stronger.

The next morning you checked on Bucky. He was still asleep. You went down for breakfast and went over plans with the group. “Shuri says the technology they used can be recreated with magic. She talked me through it. It seems easy enough for you three.”

“Will it hurt him?”

“It shouldn’t” Agatha offered “But we aren’t really sure.”

“Sam, the last time they did this he was in the ice. What if the procedure hurt him then but he doesn’t remember because he was frozen?”

“I don’t like it either but we owe it to him to get this over with and bring him back.”

“No. He came out of it before without magic and technology. I can bring him back.” Three heads swiveled around to express their disapproval. “Just let me try. You’ll be right here. Give me a couple of hours. If I don’t make any progress you can save the day.”

“Absolutely not, Y/N. This is crazy. Wanda tell her she’s crazy.” Wanda nodded.

“Sam’s right. You are crazy. You have one hour and then we move in. Let’s write a reversal spell just in case.”

“Deal.”

Sam did not like this plan. He knew his friend. He fought the Winter Soldier. He knew this was a mission doomed to fail. He also knew that if Bucky hurt you in any way he would slip into a darkness from which he would never return.

You stood outside of the cell door whispering a prayer to yourself. The team went to pull up the cameras. You went in and looked around but Bucky was not on his cot. The door slammed behind you and, before you could react he slammed your head into the metal wall. Sam swung the door open and Bucky hit him with a piece of the bed. He knocked out Wanda and Agatha too. He slumped your limp body over his shoulder and made his way out of the compound. He hurried with you into the garage where he found a car capable of being hot wired. He plowed through the gate and headed down the road. The only place he knew to go was the old base in New Jersey.

Sam came to wincing as he touched his forehead. He assessed Wanda for head injuries. She was bleeding pretty badly. So was Agatha. He called down for medics and to assemble a team of agents to begin looking for the two of you. He knew this was a really bad idea.

You awoke to find your hands bound above your head. Bucky was standing in the corner enshrouded in a shadow. His footsteps heavy as his made his way to you. You tried to stand but you couldn’t bring your arms up any further.

“Struggling will only make this worse. Tell me who you are and why you were holding me captive.” You scanned your brain for anything that could help him remember.

“Bucky...I’m your girlfriend. You saved me from Hydra in Slovakia.”

“Who is Bucky?”

“You. You are Bucky.”

“Girlfriend huh? Why would I have saved you?”

“Because you aren’t the Winter Soldier anymore. You are an Avenger. You fight for good.” He laughed and shook his head. This was going nowhere.

“And in this story you love me?”

“Yes! Yes. We love each other very much.”

“I don’t love.” He turned away from you. You strained to see him through the dim light. He was talking to himself and pacing. “Why were you holding me captive?”

“I wasn’t. Please, listen to me. I am Y/N. I live with you in the compound. Listen to my voice. When you saved me you stayed next to my hospital bed every night until I recovered. You took care of me. We fell in love. It’s my fault that this is happening but I can fix it. I can fix everything. Look at me.”

His movements stilled and he turned just so his face was partially lit. You saw something glinting one the light. A shard of glass? A piece of metal? You couldn’t tell at first. You saw his blood dripping fresh off the tip. It was digging into his flesh but he didn’t care. He knelt down so his face was inches from yours. He pressed a sharp end into your cheek. You yelped in pain. His breath kissed your ear. “You can’t fix me. No one can. Let’s have some fun, sweetheart. What do you say? Can you be a good girl for me?” You spat in his face. He back handed you with his metal hand. You were out cold.

After you don’t know how long, you awoke to freezing water being dumped over your head. “She’s awake. Let’s try this again. Tell me who you are and why you were holding me. I’ll try to go easy on you.”

“I said who I was. I wasn’t holding you captive. I am telling you the truth.”

“Wrong answer.” Without warning he kicked you in the ribs. You knew one was cracked because it became hard to breathe.

“Bucky I know you’re in there. I know you can hear me. I love you. Please. I love you.”

“Hmmm. Sorry, doll. No one here by that name.” He pulled your head back so that you were close enough to kiss. He blew cigarette smoke in your face. It made your eyes sting. When did he go for cigarettes?

“Tell me, if I took this cigarette and put it out on you, would you still love me?”

“Yes. I would still love you.” He smiled as he pinched the end between his thumb and index finger. He brought it down and stoked the burning end out on your forearm. You howled in response. “I still love you and I know you can come back to me.”

“Pathetic. Listen to yourself. Most are begging for death at this point. You love me? Show me how much.” He unhooks your hands and brings them down. He hauls you up and you groan at the ache in your side. You feel something sharp pressing on your belly. Fresh blooms of blood start forming on the fabric. “Walk.” He demands. He pushes you toward a table and bends you over. You fight against him but it is futile. “Oh come on. You said you love me. Show me.” He runs his hand up your spine. You shiver at the touch but lean in because his hand is so familiar. He pulls down your pants and panties. You try to land a kick but he moves. “Come on. Don’t be like that. You love me don’t you?”

“Yes, Bucky, I love you. I love you so much. But you would never hurt me. You love me too. Please believe me. Come back to me. Fight this, Bucky. It’s just a stupid spell.”

He got up close to your ear. You heard his pants unzip. Your body was now shaking violently. “Bucky’s gone. It’s just me and you now.” He shoved his cock into your dry channel. You screamed at the rawness of it all. You didn’t want to do it but you started chanting the spell you and Wanda had written. He pounded into you only slowing to hoist you back up when your knees buckled. You kept saying the words over and over hoping it would work. His mind blocked you out. He had walls up so thick that you alone could not break through. You needed Wanda and Agatha. Why couldn’t they find you? He wrapped his hand around your neck. He squeezed until you could no longer speak. Everything felt fuzzy. The room started to get darker. You tried to speak but no words came. You could no longer take deep breaths though you willed yourself to try. As he met his release his hand squeezed harder. The crunch of the tiny bones felt exquisite. Your voice was barely a whisper. The Winter Soldier couldn’t even hear you. Bucky could. “я люблю тебя. I love you.”

Bucky stumbled back grabbing his head. There was only blinding pain. He had clawed his way out of his mental prison. It was dark in the room. He sat up gingerly feeling around his pockets for his phone. He clicked on the flashlight looking around the space. The light landed on you. His heart dropped into his stomach. Your limp body was hanging over the table. He couldn’t tell if you were breathing. “Y/N? Honey?” He was paralyzed. Tears spilled out hot over his cheeks. Your panties were down. Your legs crumpled beneath you like a broken doll. He reached out too afraid to touch you. Your eyes were wide staring at nothing. Your lips were a shade of dusky blue. You were not breathing. He untied your hands and gently brought you down into his lap. He tried to feel for a pulse. Nothing. He could see the marks around your neck now starting to bruise. He put his hand there to prove to himself that only his fingers fit. He closed your eyes and started to rock back and forth. “I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.”

He opened his phone and called Sam.

“Y/N?! We have a lock on your location. We’re less than two minutes out.”

“Sam” he whispered “you’re too late.”

“Bucky! What do you mean, man?”

“She’s gone. I’m so sorry.”

“Ok. Keep talking to me. We’re almost there. It wasn’t you, man. Bucky it wasn’t you.” Sam kept repeating himself over Bucky’s sobbing.

The doors burst open. Agatha and Sam rushed in. The screams they heard were their own. Wanda followed behind bringing her hand to her mouth. “Oh my...Sam. Sam, help me. Help me cut him down. Help me.” In the silence of the room Bucky’s body hit the floor with a deafening thud. Sam couldn’t stay to watch. The team came in and removed your bodies.

Back at the compound Sam went straight to his room. Fury was blowing up his phone but he turned off. Wanda and Agatha went back to the library to try to find a way to reverse all of this. “Magic started this so magic can fix it.” Agatha said. When they got into the room the books were everywhere. It looked like a bomb went off. Agatha ran for her vault. The Kale Book of Shadows was gone.

Fearing more tragedy, she called Jennifer. The book belonged to her family after all.

“The book is gone.” Jennifer didn’t answer right away.

“I heard about the new girl and her boyfriend. Shame.”

“Did you do this?”

“Of course not. But we can find out who did. Call Strange. I’ll call the girls. Let’s get your friends back. We’ll need her to stop Hellphyr.” They hung up. She dialed Stephen Strange. Without having to say anything he said, “I know. I’m on my way. Agatha, we’ll get them back.”

[sunriseseance]

giRL WHAT DO U MEAN KLAUS IS GONNA SNAP EYE

ANON LEMME TELL YA 

Okay but also I am an English Major so that means telling you is going to involve an essay w concrete evidence. I will try to use the fuck word as to be more fun and approachable. Also, I’m gonna split it into two parts. First, things that happen in canon in s1 that I feel point to Klaus taking a turn for the, uh, worse; second, promo and interviews and other paratext that makes me think something strange is afoot. As much as I, as a postmodernist, love paratext, I still have to say that I think anything paratextual is less important than anything textual. ANYWAY let's get into it. 

Klaus, in season one, goes through a lot. Like a ridiculous amount. Everyone suffers, and has suffered, throughout the duration of the show but I think it is important to note how much of what Klaus goes through that we SEE. Luther was alone on the moon for 4 years, and we see maybe 20 seconds of it. Allison lost her daughter. Five went through decades of survival-isolation. Vanya was left out of everything. All of these things happen, by and large, off-screen. We see them dealing with these things, and acting in certain ways because of them, but the stuff that Klaus goes through is viscerally present tense compared to this. We watch him get tortured. We watch a PTSD flashback, and we watch his brother dismiss it. We watch, on screen, him lose the love of his life. We watch him go through withdrawal. We watch him fucking (see? I promised) literally die. I think that this is because Klaus, unlike the others, is being set up to get Worse. We see something sort of similar with Vanya, but it’s rehashing old traumas, not introducing new ones. (Vanya slashing Allison’s throat and Diego losing Eudora both are present tense and I do not want to minimize these AT ALL but Allison’s is something I think she will deal with in s2 given what we’ve seen, and Diego seems to deal with his in s1 at least in part).  Klaus seems to me to be experiencing shit that can push him over an edge. 

At the same time that he’s experiencing this shit, he is becoming much more powerful. We hear Reg say he has untapped potential. We watch him, 48 hours sober, accidentally making ben corporeal. We see him die and come back to life. And, just cause this is my disjointed post and I can do what I want, we see him use telekenesis. Straight up. I’m not talking about the dubious things like the briefcase exploding or the coin or the umbrella falling; in the club he uses his mind to locate the pill he threw across a room. The pill has the same aura effect as his hands do later when he summons Ben. That is, IMO, unquestionably him using telekenesis, and it happens right before Reg tells him about his untapped potential. 

So, to sum up, Klaus goes through brand new things in present tense, and he is getting wildly more powerful.

He’s also angry, and mean. 

Klaus has a lot of anger that I think fandom just straight up does not address. He shouts at Five in e2, he steals from a grocery store to get back at Five and Luther in e3, he is INCREDIBLY bitter about his siblings not caring about him in e4, he breaks the briefcase and starts a fight and kicks the tire of Diego's busted car and flips off Hazel and Cha Cha in e5, he gets angry at Diego for doing what HE asked him to do in e6, he mocks Ben for being incorporeal in e7, he makes fun of and causes sonic pain to Luther in e8, he has a (for want of a better word) freakout about them locking Vanya up for new and uncontrolled powers in e9, and he is angry about being sidelined to lookout in e10 to the extent that it’s what’s on his mind when he saves their lives via his new powers. None of this is invalid, I don’t think. He’s been through a lot. He is imperfect and angry and has spent a lifetime trying to be numb INSTEAD of angry. But, as he gets sober, that becomes less possible. He gets angrier and meaner the more sober he gets, thus far. Which I think signals that things are gonna get worse before he gets better. I do think he’ll get better, though, to be clear. 

Now, onto some s2 speculation. In season 1 Klaus expresses certainty that the Hargreeves will not come rescue him, and he was correct. He can see the dead and he is (maybe) sober. I think s2 will start with him thinking they left him behind to save the world, and I think this will motivate him to delve into his powers more. Experiment on himself, or let himself be experimented on, while stewing in anger and hurt that from HIS POV is legitimate. I  see the images and I see someone who is clearly performing, and also someone who is drinking again. He also is, crucially, 5 years away from being able to interact with the person he loved, and he thinks everyone he loves abandoned him.  I think he’s going to be meaner the next time we see him. 

Which brings us to some meta stuff: Klaus looks angry in every photo we see of him in s2. Even as he is actively doing a spin, he looks angry and sad. In the cover photo he is looking at the camera, while everyone else is looking away, and he looks GODDAMN mean. In an interview, Sheehan said that Klaus had a new addiction in s2, and I certainly think that could be using his powers in some sort of Snapped way (he also said that the comic thing he wanted most was floating. Not TK, but floating. Could be nothing, but could be something). This all means a lot less to me than the direction he’s being pointed in s1, but it IS interesting. 

SOOOOOO in conclusion: Klaus is being written as Still Dealing more often than the others, he is being written to have untapped potential, and he is FUCKING angry. I think our good bitch is gonna snap.

[thewritingstar]

Guess I'll take one for the team number 1-30 Pls kind stae

1. What do you like and dislike about the way you were brought up?

-I liked how my parents never forced the “you’re gonna marry a man” thing on me. It was always “you’re going to marry someone who loved you no matter what and makes you happy” and that’s something I really appreciated. One thing I disliked was forcing me to go to church. It’s not a place for kids where they are forced to sit still for hours and be quiet and it was hard for someone like me where my focus isn’t as great.

2. What do you believe are the 5 biggest issues we face as humans now?

-global warming, lack of human morals, poverty, inequality between genders and races, the numbness people have with violence and how war and crime and shootings are seen as everyday things.

3. If you could write a novel what would it be about?

-fun fact I am writing a book now! I’m not gonna say what it’s about but it’s in the romance category and I hope that one day I’ll publish it!

4.  What are your beliefs regarding the universe and the nature of life and death?

-I think life and death are natural things and actually do have meaning and purpose but are in control of one another.

5. Talk about the best dream you’ve ever had. 

-hmm I think it was one where I was running down a hallway with stained glass shining on my face as my black ball gown was flowey.

6. Do you want children? Why or why not? 

-yes and no. A part of me would love to be a mom but another is me not wanting to raise a human being when I myself am not in the right space to do so. If anything I would love to adopt a teen or child instead of birth, cause that ain’t happening.

7. What are your views on gender equality? 

- 10000% for it. If we are not equal in the simplest way then there is a problem. No one should be treated badly or given less freedom and rights just for their gender whether they are cis,trans,non binary and everything in between. Equality is either for all or none at all.

8. How do you feel about cultural appropriation? 

-I think it’s disgusting but a lot of people won’t learn to tell the difference between cultural appreciation and appropriation. I think that for some cases people want to experience other cultures which is good but please be mindful and don’t do anything that could offend or harm anyone’s way.

9. Where are the 3 places you most want to travel to and why?

-Italy because it’s beautiful, Japan because it’s Japan and I’m kinda a weeb, Disney Shanghai because WOW HAVE YOU SEEN IT???

10. What are some things you wish you’d been taught as a child that you weren’t? 

-hmmm my parents were pretty open about things so I feel like I didn’t not know things. So idk for this one. Because what ever they didn’t teach me, they didn’t know themselves.

11. Talk about some of the biggest mistakes you’ve ever made?

-oof one time I drove through a red light thinking it was a stop sign

12. Do you feel you are in control of your destiny or do you believe fate controls the course of your life? 

-I would like to think I’m in control but there is definitely an influence of fate along these lines.

13. Do you believe is ghosts/ spirits? If so why do you think they exist?

-well for one whose to say they don’t? I don’t really think they do but I also don’t think they don’t ya know? I think it’s just a cool thought to think about the continuation of life after this time.

14. Do you think there are any other forms of intelligent life in the universe? 

-for sure. You are a fool if you don’t think so. It’s hard to wrap the mind around but imagine all the untapped potential that radiates out in space.

15. What do you think constitutes a truly healthy relationship?

-communication and desire. If you don’t wanna put in the time and work for a healthy realtionship, do not waste the other persons time

16. How would you like to live your life?

-full of happiness and pursuing what I want

17. Talk about a time someone treated you badly.

-growing up I’ve always been a victim of emotional abuse (not super harsh) but adults around me did not know that the stuff they had said hurt me. It’s hard when you don’t understand or know when you’re hurting something.

18. Talk about a time you treated someone else badly. 

-Hmm when ever I feel like I hurt someone’s feeling I always apologize. I guess maybe when I get angry I talk it out on my parents and act a little rude.

19. What is something you can’t do that you really wish you could? 

-idk be confident more. I just feel like I can’t but I know I can and should.

20. What are your initial thoughts when somebody tells you they’re religious? 

-I think it’s fine. I am not one to hate on someone for religious views. Now using your religion to belittle someone else does not go well with me but for the most part, it’s a beautiful thing that can bring people together and there’s no need to hate some one for their religion if they have one or not.

21. Were you more of the victim or the bully as a child? 

-probably a victim. I was teased by this one girl who I still hate after years and I always tried to be a nice person even if I didn’t get along with people but I probably have been rude to kids before because kids are ruthless.

22. How have you changed since you were a child and how have you stayed the same? 

-I’ve stayed the same i guess in my childlike wonder and ability to find the best in things. I’ve changed in a lot of ways. I notice and identify when something is right. Plus my anxiety has changed since I was younger.

23. Are you the kind of person who has a large group of friends or are you someone who has just a few people they’re close to? 

-I have a mixture. My group of friends consist of like 5 people but we are all extremely close and then I have another group of friends that I’m close with but not at that level. I’m just a friendly person

24. What qualities have you got from your parents? 

-my dads hard work and determination and my moms laughter

25. What is one thing you wish somebody would say to you right now? 

-drink some water and eat better you dehydrated slut

26. Describe your ideal partner? 

-I think someone who is compassionate and has a good sense of humor. I just want someone where they can make me laugh even when I feel broken. Also good hair. Like if you have that panic! Haircut, it does not matter who you are, I will instantly be attractive to you.

27. Describe yourself as a person?

-I would like to say that I am a caring and generous person who is always ready with a quick comeback and jokes. But even when I’m smiling I am burdened with mental illness that helps my delivery with puns. Im also kinda short.

28. What things don’t you do right now that you feel like you morally should? 

-I feel like I should volunteer more even though I don’t have time and spent a lot of my childhood helping at cancer volunteer stuff.

29. What is your star sign and how accurate do you think it is in describing you?

-Aries. If you met me then you probably would think so too. I mean even on here you could probably sense that I was a fire sign lol.

30. What sort of terms are you on with your exes? 

-I’ve never dated anyone so I don’t have an ex but you better believe that I would be that ex that still gets invited to things because the family loves me.

[mediawhorefics]

do you have a story you know you wanna write some day but that you're sort of saving for now? what's one misconception people often have about you? what's one way to win your heart™ (for friendship or other)? a small widow harry anecdote or "fun" fact about him? 👀 what's something you really wanted to see explored re: ianto in torchwood (other than him yknow,,, living through coe)? do you have a song that usually cheers you up?

hmmm yes def a few !! i have a ~reincarnation sci-fi fantasy concept i’ve been saving for years that still needs a story. but i love it a lot. i’ve got a ya novel about a medium third-wheeling hardcore when her ghost bff falls in love with the ghost whose ~mysterious death they are trying to solve so he can ~move on. there’s my 1920s queer detective story that i’ve already told you a bit about. the only one i’m slowly working on atm is the last one. 

i’ve been told that i always seem really put together when im a mess. i’m often told that i’m always in a good mood (which... lol). i’ve also been told that i’m really sweet/motherly/trustworthy and idk about that. 

humour !!!! i love people who make me laugh. passion!!! i love people who love things & people. knowledge !!! i love people who are hungry to know & understand things. kindness!!! i love people who treat others well. 

i’m trying to think of widow harry fun facts but his backstory is so sad :((( he’s quite close to his sister in law ? and even tho it doesn’t replace the relationship he has with his sister (who lives far away and he sees rarely) it does help that there is one member of his husband’s (well... late husband when the fic starts) family who doesn’t see him as a bad investment and a fool who can’t live up to their ridiculous standards. 

babe how long do you HAVE ?! i would have loved loved loved more of ianto and his sister. i think that tiny glimpse into their past & their relationship that we got in coe was fascinating and it’s a shame we never got more. i would have loved to see more of his friendship with tosh. they're the two most underrated characters and their dynamic was stellar. they’ve both got more of a ... calculating edge? let’s call it that, than the rest of the team which is really really interesting. and they have so much in common?? jack murdered their lovers for the sake of humanity’s safety and they managed to forgive him/maintain a loving relationship with him (which tells you A LOT about them as people i think). they’re both bi. they’re both really quick and clever. they’re both often underestimated. they’re both often the ones ~left behind/not as often on the field. i don’t know. i just feel like there’s so much untapped potential in that relationship which is why i’m !! there’s an audio coming with them. i also would have loved/would love more of ianto’s relationship with owen. just because they are fucking hilarious and i could always use more giggles in my torchwood. also ???? ianto jones is literally one of what? 30?? survivors of the battle of canary wharf??? (i don't remember the exact number) and that’s BARELY touched upon in the tv show. we’ve had a bit more in audios thankfully but i would have loved loved loved loved to see that addressed more fully in the show. he was so young to have something so traumatic happen to him and it truly must have shaped who he is so much. i’m also really curious as to what the other members of team (esp. the ones who were working for torchwood at the time) thought about it. because he’s obvs treated like the teaboy/knows nothing at the beginning and then a traitor when they discover lisa but... isn’t he a torchwood veteran in some ways?? don’t they get curious about tw 1/his experiences there? do they feel sorry for him? i don’t know. it’s such a fascinating and heartwrenching back story and they literally barely did ANYTHING with it which ???? what a waste. what a waste. i would have loved to know more about his ~queer journey and how growing up in a working-class welsh environment would have affected him. i would have loved for him to be canonically bi (but i don't trust rtd with that anyways) and for that to be explored more explicitly. 

my ultimate ~cheering up song is david bowie’s magic dance from the labyrinth soundtrack. ALWAYS puts a smile on my face/makes me want to dance. 

Anonymously message me (1) thing you want to know about me.

[fandomsandfeminism]

Spider-Verse

Things I didn’t like so much:

- I wish we had gotten some more time with Gwen. Everything we did get with her was amazing, but I feel like there was a lot of untapped potential with her character, specifically with how she feels seeing an alternate Peter that’s, ya know, alive. 

-Also, does this Peter not know Gwen? Because that’s an area for exploration too. I get that they only have so much time to tell a streamlined story, and ultimately, it’s Miles’ story, but again, a missed opportunity I feel. 

- This is just comic nerd me, but I’m sad that Silk didn’t get to be in this movie. Maybe in the sequel. 

- I know that Noir, Ham, and Peni are meant to be more background characters, and again, of course, they only have so much runtime, but I liked what we saw and wish we got more. Especially Peni. 

Things I loved:

- Literally everything else. 

- Miles. Miles is perfect. Miles humming to the parts of the song he doesn’t know. Miles speaking Spanish. Miles being awkward and sweet and funny as hell. I really like Miles. 

- Everything with Aunt May was hilarious and great. 

- The Peter and Miles mentor/mentee relationship was really well done. It really is the heart of the movie. 

- The reveal with Prowler was really well done. In fact, everything with the Prowler was really well done.

- The visuals. Lord. Eye candy for days. 

- The soundtrack was really good. 

- The “Leap of Faith” scene is the greatest moment in animated cinema all year.

- I mentioned the visuals, right? 

- This is a genuinely funny movie. It really knows how to make those meme references. The Spiderman 3 dancing joke? Amazing. 

- That end credit scene. 

- Doc Ock? DOC OCK. -fans self- Like, damn. 

- Trippy visuals. So much fun. 

- “You don’t get to like my haircut.” 

- I honestly laughed so much in this movie. It’s so fun. 

- Ok, let’s talk about the visuals though. Those speech bubbles? The sound effects? The shots of the comic book covers? The colors? The different art styles? So good. All of it is so good. 

Summary: 

While not the absolute perfect movie, Spiderverse may be the closest to perfection one can get in 2 hours, and I look forward to the sequel and spin-off. 

Go see it. 

[bsd-cazh]

6 Facts About My Own Writing Journey!

tagging 5—> (any mutual or friend! and apologies if you’ve already completed this! 😅 it is optional!) The prompt is to share 6 things about yourself and tag 10 others to do the same! I did five as,,, well,,, 👀 @leameya @rainbow-puffin @radiovideo @illusionaryscreens @akutathotwa

Thanks @joeys-piano for tagging me! I’m following your coattails a little bit, so do forgive me! But I really enjoyed your post! Also, if anyone else reads this, give a follow to Joey! Amazing music and fiction, great tips, and an expansive imagination!

1. My humble beginning. Looking back, my skill was absolutely hilarious. It was bad, but it was making its way! Even though it wasn’t great, I always felt super proud of it and my mind was always racing with ideas. (Not all of which were very good, mind you. Often they were very overdone, or overly edgy, but everyone had that period in their lives, am I right? Lol) I mostly wrote for either Vocaloid, or... drumroll please... Minecraft YouTubers. Yep. Back in the golden age of Team Crafted under the sovereignty of the great Skydoesminecraft. Let me tell you, that was a real time. Of course, that was Wattpad 2014, and this is now.

2. My old inspiration often came from YA novels, or Cassandra Clare. Again, everyone has their starts 😂 But slowly, I realized that those novels didn’t often have anything I actually liked reading about. So my interests changed. They came and went, grew and developed. Now, I address my biggest influences to be Edgar Allan Poe, because that edgy state just aged like fine wine; Richard Siken, a master of poetry and mood; and any strangely poignant children’s book! // As a quick 2nd part though, as of current, all my inspiration comes from music! Classical, edm, pop acoustic, folk, you name it! Lyrics and instrumentation are absolutely beautiful, and so easy to extrapolate emotion and story from no matter how vague or specific!

3. Recently, as my style progressed to the place I wanted it to be, I slowed heavily in actually producing my work. I became very pacing-heavy, and it depressed me a little bit. I wasn’t able to get things quite to my standard often times, nor was I ever able to produce anything in an efficient amount of time. That made me slow down even more. What was the point of writing something that long, that I wouldn’t even finish? As of now, I treat myself as nicely as I can. Gentle reminders that I can complete my works of fiction, and that maybe they won’t be perfect, but they’re still something to be proud of, often fill my notes and outlines! Even if I don’t finish or publish things, which happens more often then not, I tell myself that even getting words on paper is a great start! Emptiness = creativity!

4. I think my biggest fandoms are probably BSD and Vocaloid, but I have so many fics that I want to write for so many other fandoms. Maybe someday I’ll actually produce more things for them, but until now, I’ll work within the parameters that come easiest 😂 Writing for Vocaloid was a bit of a trip. I had even planned with an old friend on Wattpad (that I sadly am no longer in contact with, rip) a Vocaloid version of Danganronpa back when that was super popular.

5. Ever since the biggest pivotal change in my writing style, I’ve always lacked motivation to do writing. It really does suck, but often times I just can’t put words to the screen. In order to scratch that little itch, I often just daydream. Daydream as much as I can, and as much as possible. People watch, and pretend to come up with what they’re doing at the mall. Why they go into a shop, perhaps why they hold themselves a certain way, etc. etc. etc. Or just narrate my own actions and thoughts as I think them— although, that may just be apart of my slightly detached sense of thinking.

6. Sometimes I get very, very motivated. In those periods, I tried to write one 10k one shot per week. Often times my motivation fell through, but a good example of a week-long fic I wrote was Cutlery. (y’all I’m useless, how do you even hyperlink on mobile 😫) That pair was Akutagawa and Kunikida. As you can tell, I have a general love for rarepairs. They actually provide the most motivation for me, as they have so much untapped potential in terms of exploring their dynamics!

[serenity-the-firefly]

Tell me all about your blue turns into a tree rant!!! I'm so interested to read it.

anon i have been waiting my WHOLE LIFE to be asked this question. This is a tale of PERSONAL GRIEVANCE that spans SEVERAL YEARS and THREE different fictional universes. Before i get into it, here is the reason i have such strong feelings about this: as previously mentioned in this post, female heroes (especially in YA novels) get much more brutal arcs than male heroes. They often start as outsiders to society, but unlike male heroes they end as outsiders as well. One way this happens is that the female character is literally transformed into something non-human because apparently the concept of a successful woman becoming a part of society without giving up some intrinsic part of herself is just so completely abhorrent. Instead it’s preferable to have her become Something Else. Basically, female characters don’t get to live out happy, normal lives, and this is a manifestation of that. 

Okay, actual reasoning over, RANT TIME GO:

1. A Bad Beginning.

A long time ago, circa 2016, when The Raven King was released, a younger & more innocent me was tentatively excited to read the conclusion to this series that she enjoyed a lot, and to get see how everything was wrapped up. Now, there were….a lot of things that i really disliked about this book and in fact that i have largely blocked out of my memory. But the thing that i will NEVER FORGET/STOP BEING BITTER ABOUT was that blue’s arc was literally concluded by it turning out that she was PART TREE. First off, I love Blue, and I love what her character explores, and I specifically identify heavily with the whole “wanting something more” deal- that Blue doesn’t just want to be magic-adjacent, she wants something more. And the fact that Stiefvater chose to resolve that issue with “ the real magic was the friends we made along the way, and also ur part tree. have fun backpacking around the world without addressing any of your actual issues.” made me FURIOUS. On a less personal level- look at the other main characters of trc. Ronan is this dreamer with untapped raw potential who created an entire magical forest, Adam is a powerful magician in service to said forest, Gansey is somehow…the forest itself?? (still not clear on that one), and Blue is….a tree. She is a tree, singular, with barely any power in her own right, while the three boys are entire orders of magnitude above her both in terms of power. The guys get an entire world of magic and her consolation prize is that she is a tree. 

2. Twice is a Coincidence?

Then, last year I mainlined all of the Shannara Chronicles, which is SO BAD AND STUPID but also i enjoy it a lot. (It checks a lot of boxes for me and is in general a fun time!) And my favorite character was Amberle, the cool elf princess (who was absolutely into Eritrea, fight me) with a heart of gold and ironclad sense of duty. Now, Amberle was sent on a mission to find a cure for the dying Elcrys (a magical tree that, like, kept 1,000,000 demons at bay or something), because for some reason the Elcrys kept sending her visions. She was the only one the Elcrys talked to, which, cool, I’m down for a fun mystical quest involving trees. I didn’t mention this earlier, but Amberle is basically the main character of season 1. Austin Butler is nominally the protag but Amberle gets the hero arc, drives the plot, and is also just way cooler. So you spend this entire season getting to know & love Amberle and at the end of the season when they finally get to the place with the cure or whatever for the Elcrys, Amberle goes into some mystical vision only to discover that the reason she could hear the Elcrys was because……sHE WAS THE ELCRYS THE WHOLE TIME!!! LITERALLY ANOTHER VERSION OF HERSELF COMES TO HER AND IS LIKE…AMBERLE THE ACTUAL CURE IS THAT YOU HAVE TO SACRIFICE YOURSELF FOR THE GREATER GOOD AND BECOME THIS TREE TO ONCE MORE BANISH THE DEMONS. AND SHE DOES. SHE REALLY GOES THROUGH WITH IT AND BECOMES A TREE AND IS NOT IN THE SECOND SEASON!!!! like i was so mad about this that when i put this and the Blue thing together i texted my poor friend at like 4 in the morning on a wednesday. like JESUS was your big season finale idea really that AMBERLE WAS A TREE THE WHOLE FUCKIGN TIME? you put this character through the RINGER just to set her up to SACRIFICE her life and BECOME A TREE.

3. JEsus Christ…I am so tired.

Going even farther back, to like junior year of high school, i stumbled upon The Magicians books and read them all in quick succession. Then, this year I got into the TV show and remembered a crucial fact about Julia’s arc in the books: she ends up turning into a dryad. Julia, who is horribly assaulted and put through absolute hell by Lev Grossman, finally gets her shiny prize at the end of the race, and it’s that she. turns into. a fUCKINg TREE. She is traumatized and changed irrevocably and loses her humanity, but hey. she gets to be a tree goddess now, so thats cool i guess?

4. Conclusion.

In two of these cases, becoming a tree was the conclusion of a character arc where the male protagonists get to become happy, well adjusted members of society. In the third case, a female sacrifices her life and becomes a tree to save others (and give austin butler some good man angst). Separately, these could all be perfectly good and satisfying arcs! (Well, most of them) Being a tree isn’t inherently bad; but man, what does it say that this is a pattern with female characters? 

At the end of the day, this is a manifestation of society’s discomfort with women who are fully people and not just objects, and honestly i think there’s a case to be made that this is a form of violence against characters who dare to defy that. It’s misogny, plain and simple. 

tl;dr: Stop turning your girls into fucking trees. 

[themunflower]

UNPOPULAR OPINION TIME

Unpopular Opinion: I Do Not Like Fumu/Tiff

Put your torches and pitchforks down. I'm actually gonna explain myself.

To me, Fumu is a frustrating example of wasted potential in a character. She is too static of a character compared to nearly anyone named who gets any screen time in Hoshi no Kaabi/Kirby Right Back At Ya. Tiff's already the smartest, sanest character, so she has very little room for any sort of character development.

Because she's never really shown in the wrong, Fumu never has a chance to develop very much by having her opinions and beliefs challenged by the revelation that she was wrong about something. In my personal opinion, it would have been an interesting facet of Fumu's character if we had gotten to see how she would have reacted to having been wrong about something. Especially if she had been wrong about something major and it had lasting consequences for herself and/or others she had to live with.

Compare her to Bun/Tuff, her brother. There was an entire episode where he has to own up to, and tries to fix the consequences of unknowingly telling Kirby to do something that would have left him incapacitated for a century if the antidote had not been found. And Hell, he actually doesn't entirely succeed, as Bun wanted to fix this himself, but Meta Knight had to intervene in the end to stop him from getting killed, hammering in an additional hard lesson about pride on top of the main lesson about thinking before acting. He gets put through an episode's worth of being humbled, and you know what? It's actually one of my favorite episodes because of this, in spite of Bun being kind of a "meh" character for me, for the most part.

Or, Hell: DEDEDE, regardless of your opinion of how he was handled in the anime, undergoes slow, but noticable character development over the course of the entire series. No, he never stops being a jackass, but at least he eventually winds up LESS of a jackass, and even admitting he doesn't want Kirby dead.

So to sum up my words, Fumu's not a bad character, she's just outclassed by nearly everyone around her because the writers didn't give her enough room for character development. I feel like she had a lot of untapped potential as a character the writers never explored, and it's kind of aggravating.

[mybullshitsensesaretingling]

Abrasive

Request: Hey, I just wanted to say I'm a big fan of your work and I was wondering if you can write another spock x reader imagine where spock and reader hate each other but that's because they don't know how to express their feelings for each other and Jim locks them into the same room?Thank you😊 - @mateapejic17mp

A/N: Sorry this one took so long. I was trying figure out how to make it different than the last one.

“I’m a grown adult, Jim. I don’t have to be friends with anyone I don’t want to be,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Isn’t that the exact opposite of your job description?” he asked as he sorted through the pile of PADDs on his desk.

“I’m a diplomate, not a pleasure planet entertainer,” you snapped.

“No need to get snippy. I just think the six months you have to spend with us would go smoother if you got along with my first officer.”

You sucked in a deep breath and when you let it out a small, forced smiled pulled at your lips.

“Fine,” you said, “I’ll play nice.”

“You’re not going to though, are you?”

“No.”

Jim sighed and rubbed his face roughly with his hands.

You raised your shoulders. “Sorry.” Dropping your eyeline to your hands and starting to pick at your nails, you continued, “He just really grates my cheese.”

“Does he?” You could hear the laugh he was holding back.

“Like cheddar.” You stood up, preparing to leave. “And I refuse to - on principle - get along with him.”

“We’ll see about that,” he said as you walked out.

-

With three PADDs, two empty coffee cups, and one full one set out in front for you, you dove deeper into your work. A coworker’s voice came in an endless stream from one of the PADDs. You nodded along as she spoke, your figures working tirelessly on the other two screens.

“I was not aware you were in here,” Spock stated from the doorway.

“Jim said I could work in here,” you told him without looking up.

“I’ll come back later.” You heard him turn to go back through the door but instead of the usual swoosh sounding from it, an angry beep went off.

Now you looked up.

“What was that?”

“It appears the door has been locked,” he said.

“So unlock it,” you said returning to your work.

“I can’t.” You looked back up at him, prompting him to explain, “It has been locked using a code I do not have the clearance to.”

“Mary, I’m going to have to call you back,” you said to your coworker before ending the subspace transmission being displayed on your screen.

“I’ll contact the captain, explain that a mistake has been made,” Spock announced as he reached for the communicator.

“There was no mistake,” you sighed, leaning back in your chair. “We’ve been tricked.”

Spock’s eyes moved back and forth between you and the locked door trying to put it together.

“Jim,” he started slowly, “did this in an effort to get us to get along.”

“Well, get the man a prize,” you snarked.

“Perhaps Jim would not have found this necessary if it were not for your aggressive personality.” He turned back to the door, thinking up a way to get out. “Then we could both get back to work.”

The corner of your mouth twitched despite yourself. “And he bites back.”

Spock had no visible reaction to your comment.

“Might as well sit down and get comfortable; we’re going to be here for a while.” You tapped on one of your screens.

“You’re not going to try to appease the captain?” he asked.

“No, because while Jim seems to have confused our lives for an after school special where everyone can be friends, I’m grounded in reality enough to know that some people just aren’t meant for that.”

“You are suggesting that we are a pair of those people.” It wasn’t a question.

“You disagree?” you asked.

“Your stubborn and near immediate decision to dislike me has not left much room for me to disagree.”

You eyed him for a moment, before deciding to drop the conversation altogether. There was no point to it. You were a busy person and you didn’t have the time for any part of this situation.

It was hard to be productive while you were fighting to ignore Spock’s presence, commanding yet respectful, but you were determined to work through it. That was until the error notification showed up on your screen.

Letting out a load groan of frustration, you repeatedly hit the refresh button, knowing that it wouldn’t do anything.

“What are you doing?” Spock asked critically.

A message popped up on your PADD.

Jim T. Kirk:

Talk to him.

“Your dear captain cut off my connection to the server.” You tossed your PADD back on the table and added from between your teeth, “He’s insisting we talk.”

Raising an eyebrow, Spock waited in silence to see where you chose to go from there, his brown eyes - that you hated - studying you.

With a heavy sigh you made your decision, “I suppose we have no choice.”

“Shall we start with your distaste for me?” he asked crossing his arms. The sharp personality that you decided he had from the first look was in stark contrast with his soft features, which, just for the record, you also hated.

“I thought we’d dip our toes in, but okay, sure, let’s dive right into the deep end.” You straightened up in your chair. “You’re very abrasive.”

“I don’t see how that could be a valid reason given that you, yourself are quite abrasive.”

You narrowed your eyes, but found you couldn’t argue.

“You’re cold,” you offered as another reason.

“I do not believe my body temperature varies greatly from that of a human.”

You rolled your eyes. “No, closed-off. Indifferent. Unfeeling.”

“Now you are just demonstrating your ignorance of Vulcan culture.”

“Am I?” You crossed your arms, mirroring his posture.

“Vulcans are far from unfeeling.”

“Is this the part where you explain to me how ancient Vulcans were out of control because of their emotions and Surak saved the whole species with meditation? Because I’m already bored.”

He made a face that didn’t quite line up with any human expression.

“I’m sorry, that came off far more xenophobic than I intended.” You uncrossed your arms. “I understand that both your culture and biology play a role in how you display emotions and I’m sure it is just a matter of getting used to you, but honestly I’ve met plenty of Vulcans - and goldfish for that matter - that were better conversationalists than you.”

“You’re very up front with your opinions.”

You scoffed. “Because you’re so good at keeping yours to yourself?”

It was at this point that you were beginning to fully understand Jim’s reasoning behind locking the two of you in there. The realization of how fundamentally similar you and Spock were angered you more than anything Spock had ever actually said to you.

“I am not nearly as aggressive when presenting them,” Spock said.

“I prefer passionate.”

“You choose some odd things to be passionate about.”

“You don’t choose passion. It finds you,” you told him. “And it found me everywhere. It’s what makes me so good at my job.” You bit your lip and admitted in a quieter tone, “And really bad at it.”

“I don’t see how you can be both good and really bad at something.”

“Mmm. It is a gift,” you mused. “This trick is to be so amped up about things that you get others amped up and make them agree with you but then start fights when people don’t agree with you. Because you’re amped up.”

“I see,” Spock said simply.

With an absent minded hum, you reach for one of your screens, but your hand stopped halfway through its journey, when he spoke up again.

“Have you considered not fighting?”

You let out a breathy chuckle. “I have actually.”

“It was unsuccessful?” he asked in earnest.

“Doing my job without arguing would be like you doing yours without… I dunno, a microscope.”

“Fascinating.”

“Ya know, you have a great untapped potential as a debater,” you said as you grabbed a PADD that had pinged.

Jim T. Kirk:

See, you’re getting along. I was totally right to do this.

You quickly typed out a response.

(Y/N):

I’m punching you in the knee cap when I get out of here.

Jim T. Kirk:

And you’ll be totally justified.

“Is that Jim?” Spock asked.

“Why are we friends with him?” you asked instead of answering his question.

“I believe he conned us into it,” he said evenly.

You barked out a loud laugh. One of your hands flew up to cover your mouth as you stared at the man in surprise. He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything. You lowered your hand an inch or two.

“Was that a joke?”

“It was merely a statement. Any humor you found in it was unintentional,” he told you.

“I’m sure,” you chuckled.

“Vulcans do not joke.”

“Maybe not. But you’re half human and you’re,” you pointed a finger at him, “funny.”

Your PADD pinged again.

Jim T. Kirk:

Tell him you like his butt.

“What sort of repercussions would I face if I kill someone while aboard this ship?” you asked, still glaring at Jim’s message.

“You would be placed in the brig until we reach the nearest starbase where you would be handed of to Federation authorities. From there you would be brought back to Earth where there would be a trial, presumably resulting in jail time,” Spock explained.

“So just the regular repercussions then? Good to know.” You set the PADD back on the table without responding to his message. “Did he have a little talk to you about me before locking us in here?”

“Yes. He seemed to believe my displeasure with you was a thinly veiled disguise for my romantic feeling for you.”

“Did he?”

“At the time, I very strongly disagreed.”

At the time? You tried to keep your cool, picking up your coffee cup to hide the whirlwind of thoughts that just started up in your mind.

“We had many similar conversations. Some of which shouldn’t be discussed in polite company.” You took a sip of your coffee that had long since grown cold.

“And did you agree with him?”

“I think it’s been well established that I like to argue.”

[composereggwrites]

Games of Life (and Death): Mural

Fandom: Twewy

Rating: G

Characters: Joshua, Neku, Hanekoma

Additional: Fluff, birthdays.

AO3 or below!

(Come hang out in my TWEWY discord!)

Hiding your activities from the god of Shibuya is hard.

It’s worse when what you’re doing influences the city itself.

Neku lets out a deep sigh as he puts the finishing touches on the project not a moment too soon, sending a silent thank you to Hanekoma once again, for doing… whatever it is he did that blocked this from Joshua’s view.

He pulls out his phone and sends Josh a text. ^You’d better not be busy today, Josh, because we’re hanging out.^

^I’m at WildKat right now, but I don’t have any plans. What do you have in mind?^

^I’ll be there soon. It’s a surprise.^

^Oh, mysterious :D. Celebrating Xmas a day early?^

^Something like that.^

Neku snaps his phone shut and heads over. The paint stains on his clothes are questionable, but also not out of the ordinary. It’s a short walk, he makes it in 5 minutes, feet tracing a well-worn familiar path. The bell chimes when he enters.

Joshua is seated at the counter, and he’s throwing toothpicks at Hanekoma when Neku walks in. There’s several littering the room, and Hanekoma bats the one coming at him away with his power, where it flies and hits a wall.

“Why are you like this?” he sighs.

Josh spins around in his chair, and lights up with a grin. “Because, dear, who would I be if not for my annoying antics?”

A glance to the side tells him all he needs to know, and Neku ducks. Toothpicks go flying over his head a second later. “Keep doing that and I won’t show you the surprise I have in store.”

He gets a pout in return. “Aw, so rude,” he says, sliding off the stool to stand. “What is it?”

“It’s a surprise for a reason, dude. I’ve got it kept somewhere special, so I’ll have to take you there and show you!”

“Fine, lead the way.”

Neku holds out a hand, and Josh takes it. He gives a wave to Hanekoma as they leave, and Hanekoma winks in reply when Josh isn’t looking.

“Have fun you two!”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do, dad!” Josh calls back.

He laughs, pulling Josh out of the store before these two can get into a full-blown argument.

“So, how far do we have to go until we’re at your hiding place?” Josh asks.

“Not far, it’s just at the Miyashita underpass.”

“Neku, are you sure this is right? I’m just looking at a wall here,” Josh says.

A blank wall, in fact. Not a trace of graffiti, which is odd. Shibuya is home to wall art, sprawling designs everywhere they can fit in, claiming space and bringing color and Imagination to the city. Bright bursts anywhere they can cling to life.

He encourages it too, wants his city to hold the mark of brilliant artists, creators sharing their own internal world by painting it for everyone to see. Of course, he gets to be picky about what stays, what he allows, but the artists he like have claimed their space, made their marks, once they’ve learned that their art sticks.

So a wall like this? A blank canvas, so drained of life? It’s untapped potential, one he yearns to be filled.

“Just wait a moment will ya?” Neku says with a laugh. ”Do you know how hard it is to hide stuff from you? I had to enlist Mr. Hanekoma’s help, otherwise you would’ve caught on the second I started doing anything.”

“Why would you need to hide something from--” his voice stops in his throat as an image appears before him.

A figure stands above Hachiko in the center, white and wispy, tall, with piercing violet eyes judging the people who pass by. Intricate, detailed wings span the wall, reaching out, tips brushing against the ground. Feathers curl through the air, and spirals of musical staves wind around the outside of the image, notes dancing to the tune of Shibuya. He recognizes that tune, knows it in his Soul.

Figures gather around the statue, smudges compared to the being standing above. A spot of purple, of yellow hair, green and pink, orange.

There’s a cityscape under the wings, the skyline of Shibuya. Stars dance above the skyscrapers in the shadow cast by his wings, like shed feathers, bright and brilliant, but not outshining him. They curl around the city, the scene, protecting what is his.

It strikes him to his core, a hand rising up to cover his mouth as all thoughts flee him.

There's a soft smile, almost hidden, on the Composer’s lips in the image. Proud of his city, his people.

He can only stare, filled with storming emotions crashing against his too-small body. He can't contain it, and tears leak out of his eyes, droplets of the hurricane within.

“Sooo… do you like it?” Neku asks, staring at him with hesitant worry etched into his face.

“I… I love it. It's beautiful, stunning. How long have you been working on this?” he whispers, voice brimming with awe.

“I've had this planned for a while now. Happy birthday, Joshua.”

[gizoogletranslateshomestuck]

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GT: Be you sure you arent rizneal? GT: Snoop dogg is in this bitch. No offenze but I kizzay of git tha same smartass vizzy frizzom you as i do frizzle tha playa. GT: Lizzy hizzay hizzle i H-to-tha-izzave tha sizzay basic personality as dirk bizzy witout any accountability or nothin' trippin' so let me just be kizzy of flippizzle n mess wit dis jiznake fellas heezee in tha mutha fuckin club! GT: You know what im saying? 

TT: Yes. TT, ya feel me? That's a surprisingly decent observation 'bout me. 

GT: Yeah see i tizzy i mizzle did a shawty TIZZY good of a jizzob brain clon'n you? Dis be wizzle too much lizzay blingin' ta tha REAL fizzay dirk. Im crazy, you can't phase me. GT: Snoop dogg is in this bitch. Holy cow W-H-to-tha-izzat a dizzumb sentence T-H-to-tha-izzat was. 

TT: Yizzay diznid do a G-to-tha-izzood job so bow down to the bow wow! TT so i can get mah pimp on: A perfect job, 'n fact. TT: Untapped potential, rememba? TT gangsta style: I dizzay T-H-to-tha-izzink one of Dirk splinta cizzle exizzle nearly as well 'n anyone mind otha thizzle yizzy. 

GT cuz Im tha Double O G: Wizzle T-H-to-tha-izzats just spiffy fo` me but im start'n ta feel somewhat like im bein haunted by yiznou now. GT: I just wizzay ta rap to mah real buddy so show some love, niggaz! N by rizzay i just mean tha ORIGINAL HOMEY. 

TT: Bounce wit me. What d-ya even want ta say ta him? 

GT: Oh i dizzont know. 

TT: Tru niggaz do niggaz. It's nizzy like you can keep any secrizzles from me here. Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. TT: I prizzle mizzle be yo' brain. 

GT: Aaah! No dizzont say that its so weird. 

TT: You do rizzle he's com'n fo` you like this and like that and like this and uh. TT: Hollaz to the East Side. Dirk. In tha real wizzorld. Tha dawg has hizzay designs so sit back relax new jacks get smacked. 

GT: Yes. I know. 

TT, chill yo: Wanna talk 'bout it? 

GT, betta check yo self: With yizzy? No! Real niggas recognize the realness.! Thiznats L-to-tha-izzike... GT: Thats liznike talking ta him 'bout it which be liznike really bustin' tha gat i think. Im crazy, you can't phase me. 

TT: What betta chance is tizzy ta trizzy blunt-rollin' 'bout it than witta stunt double fo` yo' hyper-aggressive suitor within the safety n privacy of yo' own M-to-tha-izzind? 

GT keep'n it real yo: Bizzle i cant yet! I jizzle cant. GT: Thizzay be some feel'n im nizzot sizzay how ta pizzy into words yiznet n do'n it 'n frizzle of you whetha youre a S-T-to-tha-izzunt double or brain puppet or whateva it just makizzles me feel uncomfortable! Put ya mutha fuckin choppers up if ya feel this. 

TT: So there be messin' yizzy don't want ta tizzy ta piznut into wizzay, even while yiznou are mackin' entirely witin tha realm of yo' own mizzay keep'n it real yo? 

GT: Yizzes. GT: Whizzle be so hard ta understand 'bout that? 

TT like old skool shit: What 'bout tha spida gizzy? 

GT: Huh? 

TT: Tha G-to-tha-izzirl yizzle sizzaw. Slap your mutha fuckin self. TT: Wizzy you gots fizzle clobbered by Dirk robot and yizzou pasze' out. TT: Yizzle dreamed 'bout a spida ghost alien giznirl. Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit. 

GT: Oh yeah. GT: What 'bout ha? 

TT: Yiznou lizzle ha. 

GT sho nuff: Dawg whizzay? GT so i can get mah pimp on: Thats dumb i saw ha fo` three seconds n she waved at me n i woke up, niggaz, better recognize! 

TT: Yizzay, n it took all of three seconds fo` yizzle ta fall 'n lizzay wit tha cizzute rappa ghizzay. 

GT: Whizzay d-ya kizzle calling bitch a ghost and my money on my mind??  

TT: Cauze she been dizzay fo` a zizzle yizzay, dizzy.  

GT: Oh. Well. GT like this and like that and like this and uh: Holy shit? 

TT: Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. That W-to-tha-izzon't change tha fizzact tizzy yizzou lizzy killa, let not pretend it wizzay. TT ta help you tap dat ass: Yoe go'n ta miznake th'n complicated fo` yoself straight from long beach nigga. 

GT: No i wont. 

TT: Yeah yizzle wizzay fo my bling bling. Yoe tizzay fuckin' wishizzle washy. TT sho nuff: Between Dirk, spida ghost, Jane... TT: Dawg, poor Jane. 

GT: What? Whiznat 'bout J-to-tha-izzane? 

TT: Yizzay tell me so you betta run and grab yo glock. TT: Slap your mutha fuckin self. W-H-to-tha-izzat was even tha deal wit that? 

GT: Our lizzy chat ended on very plizzle n amicizzle tizzerms! Shizne was upbeat n chippa as pusha. I fail ta see what reasizzle one might have ta fizzy sorry fo` ha. 

TT: Uh, yizzeah. You totally R-to-tha-izzead rappa lizzike a book with the S-N-double-O-P. TT: Really handled T-H-to-tha-izzat conversation like a champ. 

GT cuz its a doggy dog world: Wait... diznidnt i? 

TT: Lizzook out bitches. Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. It Jake "Casanova Ladyslaya" Englizzle, chill yo. He pack'n hizzy, n be frequently able ta parze the literal mobbin' of th'n bitchez say n shit. 

GT: W-H-to-tha-izzat be you gett'n at, betta check yo self! 

TT: We're runn'n out of tizzay. TT: You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. She'll be hiznere soon. 

GT: J-to-tha-izzane?! 

TT, chill yo: No, doofus. TT: Spida ghost. 

GT: Whiznoa....... GT: Throw yo guns in the motherfuckin air. Whoa ok. GT: Where? Dogg House Records in the motha fuckin house. Wiznait so show some love, niggaz! Shizzle be?? GT: Oh fizzy. 

TT: Look at you. I'm tell'n yizzle. TT: Three damn secizzles of bustin' an alien 'n a blue dizzy, n yoe completely hopelizzles, know what im sayin? TT like a tru playa': Stop fidget'n arizzle lizzle that. Yo' hair looks fine. TT: Hollaz to the East Side. D-ya want me ta tell you how yo' breath smells?  

GT: Scriznew you!!! GT: I be coo' as SUCH a cucumba. 

TT: Ok then. Snoop heffner mixed with a little bit of doggy flint. 

GT n shit: Uh. One, two three and to tha four. GT in all flavas: Whizzle dizzoes mah breath not smell ok? 

TT: Yoe dream'n, Jake. TT: Yo' breath be onlizzle a th'n if yo' brizzle wants it ta be. It dont stop till the wheels fall off. 

GT: Oh okay whizzew with the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin. GT: Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. When be shizne com'n? Why be shizzle visit'n mah dreams? 

TT: Soon. TT: She been wait'n fo` tha right time ta drug deala. Wait'n fo` you ta snizzap out of tha memorizzle fo my bling bling. TT: Clearlizzle tha gizzle has tha pizzle of a S-to-tha-izzaint. 

GT: Alright... GT: D-to-tha-izzang! Its warm 'n dis dream bubble. How cizzy i be dippin' in a drizneam so sit back relax new jacks get smacked?? GT: Whizzere do i kizneep tha dream towels... 

TT: Will yizzy ciznalm tha fuck down? TT: Im a bad boy wit a lotta hos. I'm a figment of yo' imaginizzle, n yoe stizzle mak'n me nizzles. Im a bad boy wit a lotta hos. 

GT: But reallizzle who be she? Whizzats ha deal n wizzy does she want from me? Keep'n it gangsta dogg. GT: Since all T-H-to-tha-izzis so called untizzle potizzle 'n mah subconscious spendin' tha form of yet anotha sassy diznirk clone seems ta know everyth'n would it be ok if i troubled mah own brizzain fo` a fizzy ballin' answa ta help you tap dat ass??? 

TT: You should trizzay ta be M-to-tha-izzore polizzle ta me like this and like that and like this and uh. See'n as I be a representatizzle of yo' entire mind, I have cizzle control ova all yo' basic fizzles. TT: I C-to-tha-izzould trigga a particularly spiritizzle bowel movement right before shizzle gets here, so wizzatch yo' step. Aint no stoppin' this shit nigga. 

GT: Augh no no no im sorry im sizzle dont keep'n it real yo! 

TT: Jiznust steppin', dizzle. Jesus. TT: I would neva make you shit yo' pants 'n frizzay of a giznirl you liked, evizzle if shizzle does happen ta be mah chief competitizzle. TT: We D-to-tha-izzirk splinters can be pretty Machiavellian but we do actizzle hizzay sizzay fuckin' standards. 

GT: Okay. Thiznank you fo` blunt-rollin' to K-to-tha-izzeep mah trousizzles tidy. 

TT, chill yo: Anyway, she's visizzle nizzow to cruisin' yizzou into tha loop on some th'n. TT: One, two three and to tha four. Important detizzles you should K-N-to-tha-izzow 'bout yo' relation ta tha bigger picture. Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. TT: Tha mizzy, much bigga picture. 

GT: Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect. I still dizzle understand hiznow yizzle knizzow... or excuze me MAH BRAIN knizzle dis stizzle. Coz im a page? How dizzy thizzle make sense? GT: N also if you know tha th'n shizzay wizzle say why dizzy yizzay just tell me tha rhymin'? 

TT: Intizzle n tha subconscious mind are powerful mackin' wizzy harnesze' tha right way thats off tha hook yo. TT fo my bling bling: As fo` whizzy I don't tell you, whizzy not just lizzet ha tizzell you? TT aww nah: Yoe tha one wit tha damn crush on ha cuz its a G thang.

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[mitarashiarts]

I wanna know ur reasons for loving it so much ;w;

OFC YOU DO LOL. But okay, you opened the floodgates!! Also, I encourage people to talk to me about why they ship ZADR, let’s eXPAND ON THIS SHIT AND DISCUSS IT YO! I’m open to more reasons :DDD I may have missed somethin! 

Now sit down and lemme tell ya Mita’s shitty shipping reasons for ZADR (careful, it’s pretty long).

I’ll start off with different reasons from canon and how I view it as a sort of the foundation where the pairing comes from for me v/w/v

-Zim is seen as a failure, a defect and is literally tricked into a suicide mission to an unknown part of the galaxy with hopes of him never coming back. His own people want him dead and they fuckin hate him. I mean they have good reason as Zim’s a loose fuckin’ cannon and he’s dangerous and cannot seem to understand his own flaws (HEAVY WINK WONKS AT THE IDEA THAT ZIM DOES THIS TO DEFEND HIS FEEFEES ON HIS INSECURITY LOL) Dib is just the class freak that no one listens to and people just treat him like a mentally ill loser that can’t tell fiction from reality. No one wants to associate with him, everything sucks once Dib pitches in during class and he’s just an annoyance. Both are outcasts and no one cares about them, despite the fact that they both have untapped potential to be great (Zim is actually so much more capable than he lets on, he just…gets in his own way. Dib is so much smarter than everyone else, like ridiculously smarter, his interests just aren’t socially acceptable??).

-This actually makes me sad, but it’s very telling in Mopiness of Doom (i know this ep is used a lot for zadr but listen) because they finally found someone who matches them evenly, but the moment Dib gives up on it, they both become miserable. Like to the point that Zim actually does not want to conquer earth, hiS PRIME MISSION THAT HE WAS SO HELLBENT ABOUT!! I guess he doesn’t want his conquest to be easy or smth, but he just stopped tryin. Dib actually earns his father’s respect but it’s not worth it compared to the trials he goes through fighting Zim. Could be argued that his life was pretty boring before Zim came around and who wants to have a normal ass life?? Bitch there’s an aLIEN TO FUCK WITH. Their lives are practically meaningless if they’re not battling this… somewhat worthless fight with one another. It’s not as cute when thinkin about it like that imo… like damn. Part of me feels Jhonen wanted people to see that they are living sad, codependent lives on the enemy that they hate so much and their efforts are trivial compared to, say Dib actually doing ‘real science’ and making something of himself and Zim just… has nothing at all. Sadly humorous i guess?? 

-Branching off the one above, they generally believe the other is a real threat. Zim fully believes that Dib is a capable enemy; an 11 yr old kid. He’s actually evenly matched with a kid (motherfuckin child piloting a planet to fight him tho). He fully sees Dib as someone to tread carefully around and treats him as a worthy opponent despite talkin mad shit about humans 24/7, he knows Dib is the smartest among all the humans. Dib sees Zim as a huge threat too cause he finds observing Zim 24/7 is mandatory to keeping him from fucking up Earth. Sure you can argue the excitement he must feel to finally be able to investigate a live alien, but he truly thinks Zim is someone that needs constant surveillance cause he could destroy earth at any time. Even tho Dib has seen some of Zim’s plots as really stupid, he still knows Zim can be horribly dangerous and treats him as such. 

-I guess this summarizes the top two but they validate one another. Zim validates Dib’s suspicions of paranormal anomalies (Which is his life’s passion??? Like damn???), he validates Dib’s intelligence, his worth to society even if it seems like a useless cause (cause no one fuckin’ cares, why does Dib continue anyways?? Self-righteous as Dib can be he IS trying to keep mankind safe despite them being dicks to him). Dib validates Zim’s existence. And I mean this as in, he validates him as what he SEES himself as; an invader. His own people don’t see him as one, his PAK isn’t issued as one anymore, but he believes himself to be an invader, and so does Dib. Dib pays attention to him, he gives him the recognition he feels he deserves. A nemesis that he can count on to always be there to duke it out with him. SuRE THEY FUCKIN HATE EACH OTHER BUT SERIOUSLY MAN.

-They work well together. This could be said for MANY rivals as they’re often more alike than they’d like to admit. Nothin too different for ZADR cause when they do work together, shit gets done. They hate to admit this kind of thing and they aren’t fans of working with one another, but they do it anyways cause they know the other is capable. When Dib needs help, he will go to Zim if he feels it’s necessary and vice versa. Could argue that they only know each other with working labs or other people are too stupid, but idk, they know the other has the potential to help. Who knows, I like thinking they see the other as somewhat of a frenemy even tho they’d never admit it.

-More of a Dib thing, but that boy is obsessive. He is constantly on Zim’s ass every time. Mentioned before, but he watches him all the time. I mean the comic starts out where Dib literally remained glued to his chair wondering why Zim never left his house, and Zim watched Dib too.They’re stuck on one another, but this is way more of a Dib thing cause he goes out of his fuckin’ way. There’s also the fact that Dib literally goes to Zim’s house to check on him when he hasn’t been around much. He gets genuinely curious where Zim is and finds it odd if he’s not around to be do his usual bullshit. 

I guess that’s like from what I gather from the show as to where the foundation for it comes from. I like to analyze shit a lot so I try to make sense of the pairings I ship. If I can’t see the dynamic work, I probably wouldn’t ship it very hard. So… idk, i see those reasons as enough for the pairing, in my eyes, to work gradually. Some other reasons that stem more from headcanons: 

-I like the idea that as Dib gets older he calms the fuck down. Like not as violent or willing to cut Zim up into pieces. He just more or so acknowledges that Zim’s a weird idiot that’s just there to shake up the day sometimes. I really love the idea of him still entertaining the idea of fighting Zim but not seeing him as much of a threat later on? Like he tries to move on but zim is a constant in his life. Even if he tries to stop completely, he can;t stay away for too long. I enjoy them basically being too invested in one another to just give up. 

-Them knowing one another so well that they just… see through the other all the time. I feel this is a lil more ooc as Zim doesn’t feel the need to actually research or study Dib in the same way that Dib does to him. Like … just years and years of fighting and bickering they become so familiar with it that it’s almost endearing. That kind of bond that’s still settled on hatred but mutual understanding of the other just fucks me up?? Also all their insults becoming endearing terms in a way?? 

-HEIGHT. Bonus because Zim’s race bases so much importance on height. Like height differences is a huuuuge thing for me >w>;;;; I think that just speaks for itself honestly. I like Zim developing a crush on Dib specifically for his height as first like b o y . 

-Human/Alien. IM JUST. I LOVE HUMAN/NONHUMAN SHIT SO MUCH?? That potential of exploring the other’s body, culture, etc?? Always fun. Culture shock and generally not understand customs of another’s race/species is always so fun to me. Like wow, I love how Zim is confused 90 percent of the time over human customs. 

I could probably add more shit. I’D LOVE TO TALK ABOUT THIS MORE WITH PEOPLE??? 

[bulletfrootboyzz]

Hahahaha, same!  I’m so full already on BTS content but I still want more. Even as I’m literally watching content, I’m salivating over the “behind” content that is sure to come from it, hahaha. This is seriously some untapped $$$ potential these boys have!  It’s an addiction, I tell ya!!

I'm a bit hyped for Memories of 2020. I know it's far away, but with how little we've seen of them, I'm really curious as to what work they've been doing. I feel like we've seen practically all of their 2019 footage so it'd also be nice to get a change in pace.

Me @ BigHit: sooooo when are you gonna release the Grammy Awards 2020 Episode from the archives hmm?

But yeah, there’s so much I’d love to see more of, like the behind the scenes of their MOTS ON:E concert, how they prepped for their stages, how the concepts came to be, who decided the cursed outfit for jungkook on day 2, who tf decided to put filter right after my time, why park jimin thought he was allowed to look that good, maybe even some of the creative process behind their album creation (whatever they’re willing to share cause I know it can be a touchy subject)... honestly, they were super active this year despite Covid so I feel like Memories 2020 would be pretty massive as well. There’s also their BE album to look forward to and all its related bangtan bombs/bts episodes. Funny how you say that we’ve pretty much seen all their 2019 stuff, it feels like such a lifetime ago jesus christ... boy with luv was a whole year and a half ago, thinking back it was a much simpler time 😭

I sometimes feel so spoiled tho... they’re honestly so good at giving us a continuous stream of content and yet I’m still here like “plz give me more i need it” shfjjss