#also i orphaned it all so i kinda have to start over... whoops

[phis-corner]

looked up my own ao3 today and discovered i missed out on a handful of fics being nominated for awards and collections and now im wondering if i really should just take the time to rewrite them now that im not fresh out of middle school with internet access for the first time?? tween me was creative, ill give her that, but she could NOT write

[gabetheunknown]

20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged by @i-seeaspaceshipinthe-sky thank you so much <3

1.how many works do you have on ao3?

9, lmao

2.what's your total ao3 word count?

146,319 on my ao3 account, but I've been writing for over 10 years and I have had very old fanfics removed and I have no idea if they're floating around somewhere lmao (I kinda regret not orphaning some of them instead)

3.what fandoms do you write for?

Actually, just the Witcher. I used to write for other fandoms as well, but I grew very picky. Might want to write for some other fandoms as well in the future :-)

4.what are your top 5 fics by kudos? 5, Warm Me Up Then 4, Judge Of Character 3, Lock Me In, Tie Me Up 2, I'm Going To Be The One 1, You're Already My Slut

They're all the Witcher, Geraskier ... needless to say... uh, almost all smutty

5.do you respond to comments? why or why not?

Absolutely!!! I love comments <3

6.what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

It's not technically finished and I don't know if I ever will... but 'And His Smile Shines Brighter Than The Sun' ... I kinda used this fic as a coping mechanism and then I accidentally abandoned it :'3

7.what is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Nearly all my fics have happy endings/are plotless/are just vehicles to write smut xd

8.do you get hate on any fics?

Nah, besides some casual unsolicited 'feedback'

9.do you write smut? if so, what kind?

I nearly only write smut... whoops? But like very... missionary, if that makes sense, lmao. They rarely do anything super funky in my fics xd

10.do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

I've never written a crossover and ... actually never read them either 'v'

11.have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of?

12.have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of... xd

13.have you ever co-written a fic before?

I don't think I have???? I really don't remember what kind of fic writer I was 10+ years ago, lots of stuff happened between then and now xd

14.what's your all time favorite ship?

Geraskier forever I'm afraid. Been obsessed with Geralt since the second game came out, obsessed with their relationship in the books and let's be honest about Joey Batey for a moment........

thank you, that is all

15.what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I hate that I've done this :-) but yeah there's an unfinished but published fic on my page and I doubt I'll ever finish it....

besides the obvious, there's a few fun prompts and fics and surprise # chapters for already finished fics I started writing in my fic folder on my laptop and I hope I finish all of them one day

16.what are your writing strengths?

people keep telling me writing smut is apparently something not everybody can write, so I'm pretty proud of that!

Also I don't know if anyone agrees with me, but dialogue. I love writing dialogue between these two idiots ;_; it's almost my favorite thing to write

17.what are your writing weaknesses?

I uh... <- use these dots in my fics a lot apparently, because my brain is fond of pauses xd other than that, I'm not a native English speaker and make some linguistic mistakes every now and then

18.thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

you mean like.... when the language of the fic is not your native language? because I do that all the time! It's fun!

19.first fandom you wrote for?

.... uhh... oh boy.. pls don't look at me... but PewDiePie x Cry

20.favorite fic you've written?

I know this has something to do with the fact that it's my newest one but Judge Of Character

I had so much fun writing this cliché ass fanfiction and I had it beta'd by a good friend who corrected some stuff that really made me a better writer

I'm just really proud of this one! It's a fun fic and I recommend it xd

--- I tag: @definitely-not-iorveth @between-thepages @dancingwiththefae @horsedadgeralt and anyone I'm forgetting or wants to do this too <3 (also no pressure)

[anguigenus]

@fallenflowersfromgrace Heheheh I've always been a sucker for color guard Gus. Enjoy!

~~~

“So Luz, did you do any clubs at your old school?” Gus asked.

Luz hummed thoughtfully. She’d been in a lot of clubs over her time in school. She’d also been kicked out of a lot of clubs. The question was, what counted? “I think the most recent one I was in was cheerleading,” she decided.

“Cheerleading? What’s that?”

“Well, you basically do some cool gymnastics to cheer on your local sports team. Like this!” Luz did a couple handsprings to demonstrate.”

“Ooh, cool!”

“Yeah, it was pretty fun,” Luz agreed. “Really though I wanted to be on the color guard, but you had to be in band to be in color guard for some stupid reason, and my mom wouldn’t let me borrow her trumpet because she thought I would break it or something, and a rental? No way!”

“Wait, what’s color guard?”

“Well, it’s part of marching band, but you don’t really play any instrument. You just dance and wave a flag around a lot.”

“Dance? Wave a flag around a lot?” Gus’ eyes grew wide. “Luz, joining a color guard is my new goal in life.”

Luz looked down at Gus’ determined face and sparkling eyes. Whoops. She may not have thought this through as much as she should’ve. “There's a little problem with that,” she said. “You kinda have to be enrolled in a human school to join color guard?”

“Oh. That’s fine!” Gus grinned, taking the news far better than Luz would’ve thought. “I’ll just fake my death and run away to the human realm, pose as a poor orphan so I can get adopted by some nice elderly couple, then convince them to let me join color guard!”

...Never mind. Damage control time! “Look, Gus, Gusteban, Esophagus, my man. I am all for dramatic shenanigans but I think there might be a couple other options we could explore first.”

Gus looked up from his scroll, where he’d already pulled up the homepage for some shop called Laurence Fryer’s Tonics and Toxins. “Like what?”

“Well,” she gently pried the scroll out of his hands, “we could always start our own color guard at Hexside.”

“Yes!” Gus cheered. “That would be amazing! I could invite— wait, how are we going to learn though?”

“Well you see, Gussy my boy, I just so happen to have access to the limitless archive of human instruction and information— Youtube!”

[strigital]

Do tell about Nim, I couldn’t find much info about her through your blog and I am dying to know more about this werewolf lady

well grab a pint and sit yo booty down, cause our bard of the evening tonight is Nim and she's drunk as all hell and ready to weave some outrageous stories!! 🍻

in all seriousness, thank you for asking! 😭💗 she came about back in ye oldie days of hype over the 11th of november 2011, and since then refuses to give up the title of my fav oc!!

now, a Paarthurnax would say: lets-a go!

a quick recap of the events in Skyrim:

Naali Saryn was born sometime in 4E 130 on mainland Morrowind as a result of a quick fling between an unknown Dunmer girl and Lucien Lachance and Kassandra Saryn's (The Hero of Kvatch's) son.

Sometime in that year, the baby was found aboard a ship bound for Raven Rock and when no one came forth to claim her a couple of elderly and childless ash yam farmers decided to take her in until her family was found.

The family, of course, was never found, and so they raised her as their own for the next sixteen years. They called the girl Nim - short, sweet, meaningless, and easy to shout out into the fields where the little brat is out adventuring when the house chores are yet to be done.

Nim grew up alongside her best friend Teldryn (don't believe his tales about his past, there's a reason why he wears a helmet in his hometown). For years the kids dreamt of leaving Raven Rock behind and making it big in the big city. And idea which really annoyed Nim's ol' Nana, who believed that everything needed for a simple happy life was right here on Solstheim.

After one particularly nasty fight with Nana about the ordeal, Nim gathered a bag of things and slipped out in the dead of night to catch an early morning ship with Teldryn.

They stuck together for a while then went on their separate merry ways. He - to Blacklight, she - to Leyawiin. Once in the wild, Nim had to quickly figure out her place in the pecking order. The romantic life of crime seemed to be the most attractive for her, but getting on top could never be easy. Especially for a young, inexperienced, and naive girlie. So she ended up running with the wrong kind of crew. Ended up in some truly dark places. Barely got out alive. Learned from her mistakes. Wore the scars of abuse like armor and made sure that since that day no one in this world or any other would play her for a fool, use her or put a finger on her without her permission.

By the time she turned fifty, Nim was well known amongst certain circles as the kind of scoundrel, thief, bard, and wench one should not trifle with. But her luck had to eventually run out, and so it did on the night of the fabled Umbacano Mansion heist, which failed so badly Nim had to either leave Cyrodiil or end up in a Thalmor owned torture chamber.

Skyrim seemed like a perfect place. After all, in a kingdom torn apart by the civil war, no one would even notice yet another greyskin refugee, right? Well, the Thalmor did. And so she ended up on a cart bound for Helgen to have a date with an executioner. But then Alduin showed up to crash the party before he himself got rudely interrupted by another dragon, who swooped in to save the Last Dragonborn.

After the narrow escape, Nim concluded her duty to warn Balgruuf of the dragon threat and went on to start a new career as a merc with the Companions. She and Aela became fast friends and when the prospect of joining the Circle came up she gladly accepted a sip of her new sister's blood. To never again be helpless and weak? To rip apart any fool who'd take her for just another elf wench who can't put up a fight? Well of course it was worth giving up the ability to sleep and having to get used to all smells suddenly becoming ten times worse!

After that Mirmulnir showed up and ended up as another ornament above the throne in the Dragonsreach. And Nim got stuck with a title which she would wear with great discontent for years to come.

Eventually, she ceased trying to run away and hide from her destiny, accepted her role as the Last Dragonborn, and begrudgingly began her quest to save the world. On her journey, she met and became tight friends with Yollokmir and Alasil who taught her how to speak, fight and fly like a dragon. With their help she inherited Konahrik's legacy: his mask embued with his soul, his citadel far up in the mountains - the NebenLok Zeikangaar - and the right to revive and lead the order of dragon riders sworn to defeat Alduin - DovahDein.

As she gained power and the word of her great many deeds spread across Skyrim, she managed to get quite the following of fellow men, mer, and Dov, willing to follow her into Sovngarde and beat the hell out of Alduin. Alas, she failed. Twice.

At that point, Alasil informed her of a special someone who might be of help in their quest against Alduin and who might prove difficult to convince to join her cause. That was the first time in fifty years that Nim got to visit her home. Unfortunately, Solstheim had changed. And upon arrival, she learned that her Pa passed onto the realm of Azura soon after her departure, and her Nana... well, she wasn't young anymore and suffered greatly due to all the ash ruining her lungs... and when the islanders got called to the All-Maker stones night after night by a mysterious spell, she just worked herself to death. That was the only thing Nim wouldn't forgive Miraak for, not until he swallowed his pride and sincerely apologized for being responsible for his potential mother-in-law's death.

And with Miraak's help, they finally sent Alduin back to his Maker, enjoyed a few peaceful years until High King Ulfric became a bit drunk on his power and needed a good ass whooping as well. Then Miraak suddenly found himself as the new king and Nim... she just did her own thing. As always. The end?

Oh and all the while running about, gathering forces, growing her Dragonborn powers, hunting Dragon Priests and Alduin's henchmen, she also meddled with the Thieves Guild, put Karliah in charge and became her right hand, managed to become an advisor on all things dragon at the Mage's College, ended up teaching lute and songwriting at the Bard's College (she's taking a break since Viarmo can't seem to handle her teaching tactics), earned the title of Thane in every hold and became a good friend to the Dawnguard fellas (Isran is more than happy to teach her kids the ropes of monster hunting) after kicking Harkon's ass into Oblivion. In what little free time she has Nim also manages the Lakeview Manor and leases the ash yam farm back in Raven Rock for some extra cash. All in all, a busy woman!

and some tidbits about the dovahmom:

Although Nim is perfectly aware of her real name, she chooses to use the one given to her by Nana. Both as a sign of respect and because, frankly, she dislikes both the Sarynes and the Lachances, who are, in her humble opinion, just a bunch of pricks. Somehow, the ghost of her murdered grandad finds this opinion of hers kinda funny.

Her friends sometimes describe her as "cyrodiilic brandy in a cup of tea": she's this small elf girl with pretty blue eyes and a smile on her face and you think that she'll be very pleasant and cute and shy and then... then you realize she drinks like a sailor, swears like one too, can beat anyone into the dirt (thanks, Hircine) and doesn't take shit from nobody. She openly speaks her mind and doesn't give a shit about what someone might think of her. She does what she considers the right thing to do, never plays nice with those she dislikes, never pretends to be someone she isn't. She's feisty, sassy, brassy, and, quite honestly, just doesn't give a fuck.

Nim is in almost complete control over her inner beast, partly thanks to her draconic blood, partly - to the ring she got when she and Sinding had that little party on a moonlit night in that grotto. She only loses control over herself when both moons are full and thusly will travel deep into the wilds a few days before the magical night. This way the only people that might get hurt are bandits, necromancers, hags, and the like. She and Aela also managed to get a small werewolf pack going, named the Whitemane Pack after the old man himself and dedicated to those who wish to take control over their inner beast, hunt with honor, and cause the Silver Hand as much grief as possible.

Nim is raising Blaise and Sofie as her own since they both were just wee lil' war orphans (the babes are in their teens now). She never quite really knew why... Nim was never a wifey nor a baby momma kind of woman. In fact, she can't even have children in the first place and, honestly, always thought of this as a blessing - never having to worry about contraception like all those other girls and just having fun without a care in the world! Her friends sometimes joke around, saying that she might've finally "ripened" for the motherhood, but she doesn't care. She loves Blaise, Sofie, and Sissel (thanks, Miraak, you're so good at kidnapping children!) and is content with being their famous Dragonborn mom. Post-Alduin Miraak, however, is secretly annoyed for not being able to get her pregnant. Oh well, the man can dream...

Oh yeah! Nim plays the lute and sings too! It's a skill she picked up across taverns all over the continent when she realized that bards get free drinks and a bed, as well as ample opportunity to sniff out and seduce prey. And even though her days of hunting for good-looking rich fools are long behind her, she still performs in inns and taverns across Skyrim. Firstly, it brings in a fair amount of money, and secondly, it's good for her Voice! And also just plain and simple fun.

Also, people get terribly surprised when she, a Dunmer, doesn't act like one at all! Nim might've grown up in Raven Rock, a Dunmer settlement, but she spent the rest of her life traveling the continent and then living in Skyrim. She's more Nord-ish than some Nords! And the Nords actually really love it! It's so so easy to just get plastered with the homegirl, punch some faces and pass out on a heap of hay behind the inn, just happy to be alive on this fine snowy day. The only truly Dunmer thing about her is the occasional "n'wah!" which escapes her potty mouth. I mean, she doesn't even like sujamma all that much and would rather have a pint of mead! Whatever Ancestors she has must be spinning in their graves fast enough to generate electricity.

uuuhhh I think that's all the important stuff? i might've forgotten, in which case, I'll add it later... meanwhile, have some more Nim content:

^^^ the fanfic is slow, but it's moving... at a snail's pace. my advice: don't expect updates, so that when they do come, you'll be pleasantly surprised!

[racetrackhigg]

Hunger Games AU

kinda

thank you so much to @bitchiaintanonymous for helping me with this!!! she wrote all the descriptions of the districts and she helped me figuring out stuff for the characters!

also i wasn’t supposed to make morris’ moodboard, but i didn’t realize until too late- so whoops

please don’t let it flop ive been working on this literally all day akdhsksbw

!!! TW: DEATH (kinda graphic? i mean i say how they died but that’s it), ABUSE, CHILD ABANDONMENT, MENTIONS OF STARVATION !!!

please don’t continue reading if any of those things trigger you

District 1: luxury

They produce jewelry and the people take pride in living there because of it. Most of the people from there are named after expensive material like “Cashmere” and “Glimmer” and as you know, they train and volunteer for the games so they have a higher chance of winning.

Oscar Delancey

Morris Delancey (died)

Morris lived with his uncle and his brother

He had a fairly privileged life, living in the richer side of the district.

However, his uncle was an abusive drunk and he usually took the hits from him to stop his brother from getting hurt

He trained for the games his entire life and eagerly volunteered to be a part of them when he was 17, hoping that if he won it would mean him and his brother could get away from their uncle and have a better life

Sadly, he died during the games by being stabbed in the back by the one and only Jack Kelly

He made 2nd place

District 2: Masonry and Defense.

These people work on weapons for peacekeepers and even have a training center for the peacekeepers, and they also volunteer for the games. It’s illegal for them, but because they’re so buddy buddy with the Capitol, they’re let off. They usually have Ancient Roman and Greek names.

Romeo (victor)

Romeo grew up having a somewhat decent life

Hs mother died when he was young, so he lived with his father and younger sister (who’s only 5 when he goes to the games) (he’s 15)

He trained for the games since he was young, and at first. he wanted to volunteer

However, as the reaping came near, he was starting to regret his decision, especially after overhearing some of his friends talk about the true horrors of the games

His dad threatened to kill him himself if he didn’t volunteer, claiming he would rather have no son at all than one who was a coward

So Romeo was forced to volunteer

Jojo (his mentor) becomes like an older brother or even father figure to him

Jojo de la Guerra (former victor, died)

Jojo lived in the poorer side of the district

He used to work a lot in weaponry to provide for his family Jojo was 17 when he participated in the games, and won

He was 22 when he mentored Romeo

And 23 when he died

He “trained” for the games for years, but unlike Romeo, he never volunteered

By “training” i mean that he was just a sparring partner for people who wanted to volunteer for the games

Because of this, he just picked up different fighting techniques over time

Unlike most people in that district, he hated the games and was not eager at all to be a part of them

He was assigned as Romeo’s mentor

At first, Jojo thought he was just another cocky kid who was overconfident he’d win

But then he actually met him. and realised Romeo didn’t want this

He made it his goal to make sure Romeo would get out of the games alive. After all, he was just a kid.

He was killed by peacekeepers after trying to protect Romeo. Pulitzer wanted to prostitute Jojo, and he refused, so as a warning they went to kill Romeo, but Jojo managed to stop them the cost of his own life

District 3: Technology.

They produce technology and electronics for the Capitol and usually use their knowledge of that in the games. They’re really smart and in the 10th Hunger Games, it’s said that a district 3 tribute hack into a drone that delivered supplies to use for themselves (doesn’t work that great cause they get killed though) but they’re still really smart.

Antonio “Racetrack” Higgins (victor)

Race never met his mother, She died a few days after he was born

So he was raised by his father

When he turned 6, his father started drinking

When he turned 7, he started hiring him

He met a girl named Sarah after trying to steal from her, and instead of reporting him to a peacekeeper, they actually became friends over time (even though Race was 2 years younger than her)

He often went to hide at the Jacobs�� house when things got too bad at home

Just a year after David volunteered, on the next reaping, Sarah’s name was called

So Race volunteered. (he was 16)

The jacobs’ had already done so much for him, and Sarah didn’t deserve to go through that, chances were she wouldn’t come back alive.

Race knew he probably wouldn’t either, but he had nothing to lose. He wouldn’t be leaving any family behind, because the man that called himself his father was not his family.

David was his mentor.

Much like David had before him, Race used parts of traps to make his weapons better, though he mainly used a bow and arrow.

For most of the game, he made a truce with a guy named Albert from district 4, and they became /very/ close.

He was killed by a guy from district 6, Finch, who was also the last person remaining apart from him.

Race killed him by shooting an arrow directly in his heart. It’s the only kill he doesn’t regret so much.

David Jacobs (victor)

David lived with his parents, twin sister and younger brother.

He was especially close to his sister.

His father got sick and died a few years later, when he was 15, so he had to work extra hard to help support his family

When he turned 17, his worst nightmare came true and his younger brother, Les was selected for the games

He volunteered to save his brother, and was determined to make it back alive, wanting his family to have a better life.

He trained a lot in physical combat, since he knew that without at least a somewhat proper training, he wouldn’t stand a chance.

Once in the games, he spent most of his time trying to avoid other people, not wanting to kill anyone else and not wanting to risk his own life.

However, he ended up having to kill a boy from district 10, Mike, to save his own life using a makeshift explosive he made out of parts from a trap he disarmed (or however it’s said).

He wins by tricking the last person left, Itey, into eating poison berries.

He never forgave himself for the lives he took, and it’s something that would always haunt him.

Just a year after that, he became Race’s mentor.

District 4: fishing.

First off, people say that this district had the most “decent-looking” people. As you may have guessed, these people specialize in “aquaculture” It sounds useless, but a character named “Mags” actually won her games because she was the only one able to swim the longest when the arena was flooded. They also use tridents and things like that and volunteer as “Careers” too.

Albert Dasilva (died)

Albert came from the more poor side of the district

He lives with his father, who fell ill a few weeks before Albert was selected for the games.

He’s only 16

He never really trained for the games, unlike many people. He didn’t have the time or money for that.

One of his friends, Sniper, promised to take care of his father while he was gone.

Albert knew he probably wouldn’t be coming back.

Early in the games, he befriended Race, and they survive throughout almost the entire games together.

He knew one of them was going to have to die, but Albert decided to ignore that. He was going to find a way around it.

However, while Race went out hunting, the only other tribute left strangled him to death and stole all their supplies.

He never made it back home to his father.

Sniper (victor)

Sniper was an orphan

Her family abandoned her when she was 5, and she lived in the streets for a short while until a kind man took her in

It was Albert’s father

When she got older, she started working to make her own living

Albert became her best friend, despite being 4 years apart. He became almost like an older brother to her.

Her best friend, almost brother, got sent away for the games and never returned.

Sniper moved back in with Mr. Dasilva to take care of him as he fell ill, and his son was no longer there to take care of him.

He got better, eventually, and was horrified and heartbroken at the news of his son’s death.

A year after his best friend was sent away to die, she got chosen for the games.

She vowed to make it back alive, no matter what.

She learned everything there was to know about the plants of the arena. She was already good at combat.

She won by poisoning the last other tribute.

Much like David, Sniper was never able to forgive herself for the lives she took.

District 5: power.

They specialize in providing power for the Capitol with electricity (they power homes and stuff so not technology like in district 3). They’re pretty smart and they use the coal district 12 mines to generate the power.

Specs

Itey (died)

Itey lived with their parents

They were an only child

Their life was pretty good- at least their family life

They were pretty poor, but still better off than a few other people, so they were grateful for what they had.

They were chosen for the games when they were 15

Their parents prayed Itey would make it back alive, but they knew it was unlikely, since he had no training whatsoever

They were right

Itey almost won, but they were starving, and didn’t know that the berries were poisonous

They came 2nd

District 6: transportation

The tributes shown from here are actually pretty nice and cool. During the 75th Hunger Games the tributes were nicknamed “morphlings” because of their addiction to the drug. The male tribute didn’t do much, but the female tribute sacrificed herself for Peeta and jumped in front of an animal that was trying to kill him.

Finch Cortez (died)

Finch lived with his younger brother

His parents died when he was relatively young (12 years old- his brother was 9) but they managed to scrape by

He started working pretty young to make sure his brother could have a roof over his head and not starve.

He was 17 when he was selected for the games, his brother was only 14

He was terrified, but determined to come back home to his only family

He made it to 2nd place

He was killed by an arrow straight through his heart.

Tbh if Race would’ve known Finch had a family to go home to, he would’ve eaten poisonous berries and let him win

Skittery

District 7: lumber.

They specialize in forestry and wood and paper and all that. They are strong-willed and hard headed, and don’t have many qualms about killing people. but more or less are loyal depending on the situation.

Sean “Spot” Conlon (victor)

Spot was an orphan

Well, kind of

He lived with his parents up until he was 10, when he ran away

They were both abusive and manipulative, and he knew if they kept this up, he’d end up dead

After he ran away, he made friends with a guy his age named Hotshot.

Hotshot had the perfect family. Loving parents and a younger sister.

Honestly, Spot was jealous

But they became quick friends, and Hotshot’s parents let him move in

Hotshot nicknamed him Spot because of the cigarette burns across his arms and back

He was 17 when he was selected for the games

Surprisingly enough, he didn’t think he’d come back

Because as strong and as much of a skilled fighter as he was, there were people out there that had been training for this their whole lives.

However, he managed to win. Had a pretty big kill count too- not because he wanted to, but because a surprising amount of people went after him. He had many good supplies and they wanted them.

The last person left apart from him was Buttons.

He won by bashing his head against a rock and then pushing him off a cliff for good measure.

In his defence, Buttons had tried to push him off a cliff first. Spot just took his chance.

Hotshot

District 8: textiles

Clothing. They fight for what’s right, and we’re actually among the first to rebel against the Capitol and follow Katniss, which, sadly, also made them the second most targeted district (the first being district 12 which was outright destroyed) A leader from district 8 actually became president after Katniss killed this woman named “Alma Coin” (the president of district 13)

Buttons (died)

Buttons lived with her younger brother, Elmer, and their parents

She was only 14 when she was selected for the games

She knew she wasn’t making it back

However, she let her hopes up w hen she was one of the only two left, and was a bit more careless with her actions

This is what led to her the death

Elmer

District 9: grain.

They specialize in grain, and salts. It’s the least mentioned of the districts, there is no known character mentioned from here, and all that is known is that both tributes died in the initial bloodbath

Henry

Smalls

District 10: live stock.

Believe it or not, no one except a crippled boy is mentioned from here. This is the second least mentioned one, it’s only known that a refugee from here told Katniss about district 13 so we can assume they know their rights and wrongs.

Mike (died)

Mike lived with his twin brother and parents

He was 15 when he was selected for the games, and he knew there was no chance he’d make it back alive

He was right, since he was killed by David, after trying to kill him and steal his supplies.

Ike

District 11: agriculture.

Common traits of this district are “dark skin and brown eyes” They are heavily abused by the Peacekeepers and are the most brutal treated ones. Their electric fences are activated 24/7, they have extreme knowledge of herbs and foods. Again, security here is greatly unforced and there are a lot of harsh measures like summary execution. (an execution where someone is accused of something and is immediately killed without a fair trial) It was one of the first districts to rebel, it was their response for what happened to Rue (a former 12-year old tribute who was Katniss’ ally and was killed during the games).

Graves

Rafaela

District 12: coal mining.

This district is divided into housing areas. The Seam is where people who work in coal mines live, and the others are centered around “The Square''. People from The Seam generally have dark hair, grey eyes, and olive skin, and the others have blond hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. Katniss and Gale are from The Seam whereas Peeta is a bakers son in the town. District 12 is the poorest out of the districts, and starvation is a big issue, and because of this, the Capitol usually bends the rules a little by turning off the electric fence surrounding them so people can go hunt for food for their families or sell their catches to the black market for money. District 12 is known for having only 2 victors in the history of the games before the 74th. A female named Lucy Gray Baird who died before the events of The Hunger Games happened, and Haymitch Abernathy. This is why the district is usually a laughingstock and volunteering for the Games is seen as suicide.

Jack Francis Kelly (victor)

Jack’s parents gave him up at a very young age, when he was only 2 years old

They sent him to live with an old family friend, William Snyder

Snyder was horrible to him.

He constantly abused and starved and neglected him, treated him more like a slave than anything else.

Jack had to balance doing whatever Snyder said and also making his own food and money by working so he could eat

When he was 14, his parents came to visit. He didn’t recognize them, and he didn’t know who they were until the end of the visit- when they were leaving

He was both hurt and furious

Although he was miserable and his life sucked, he did manage to make a friend

Crutchie

He was 3 years younger than Jac k, and his leg was injured beyond repair in a mining accident

When he heard Crutchie’s name at the Reaping, he immediately volunteered

Unlike him, Crutchie had a family. People who loved him.

Jack had nothing to lose

He didn’t expect to come back alive, he wasn’t sure he wanted to.

Multiple people tried to kill him throughout the game, thinking it as a fun game since he was of the “worse” district

Jack won by killing Morris

He didn’t know he had a brother, if he did, he wouldn’t have done it. Jack didn’t have anything to come back to, Morris did

He found out about this and his situation a day after his victory.

He was horrified, knowing he killed a man that was just trying to help his family.

Jack didn’t have a family. He just took a poor kids only family away.

So he made sure Oscar was away from his uncle and safe

It was the least he could do.

He was never able to forgive himself.

Charlie “Crutchie��� Morris

District 13: nuclear weaponry.

Before they were “extinct” they made and built nuclear weapons for the Capitol, but after they tried to rebel, they were bombed and became “extinct”. In reality they lived underground and struck up a deal with the Capitol, that they’d be able to live in hiding, and in return, they would not rain war on the Capitol. Every food ration is cherished in this district and everything is very orderly as to not rouse suspicion. The lifestyle is very strict because of the circumstances. District 13 is the center for the rebellion in the books, and is where Katniss and everyone planned out the war between the districts and the Capitol.

Mush Meyers and Kid Blink

Blink came from district 12

He was an orphan, and his only family, his younger sister, died from starvation when he was 17, soon turning 18

She was only 10

Not even a year later, Blink snuck out of his district, except instead of just going hunting, he ran away.

He narrowly escaped a peacekeeper finding him

After a few days of being completely alone, he ran into Mush Meyers, who (slightly reluctantly) took him into his distract (he got into a shit ton of trouble for that)

However, Blink was allowed to stay.

Eventually, they got together (because we all need some Blush in our lives)

Capitol

Katherine Plumber

[ectonurites]

character ask thing: cass cain

yess also this got kinda long bc i used a lot of pictures WHOOPS

First impression

kinda just ‘ohh thats the spooky lookin batgirl who doesn’t talk much but looks really cool’ 

Impression now

after actually reading through a bunch of her comics i have fallen in love w her oh my god like. when i first heard of her but hadn’t read anything i totally thought she was cool conceptually, but actually reading her batgirl (and then i know b&r eternal can be kinda controversial for how it reintroduced her and the changes it made to her but like... i still think there are interesting bits in that version of her story too) among other things just... i love her! she’s way more complex than a lot of people treat her (bc she’s not just... the quiet one who does no wrong. she can be snarky and silly and defiant she just might not use her words for it all of the time)

Favorite moment

this is hard and idk if this is my favorite ever but i have the pages on hand and love this so that scene where Cass went to secretly dance alongside a ballerina and then just NOPES outta there when she gets seen

which then later leads to this in the same issue once she’s back home

i am just so weak for all the instances of cass and dance... her being able to use it as a way to express herself and to communicate when speaking and words are too hard... it means a lot to me. it was def my favorite part of detective comics rebirth. then also gonna bring up this:

i just super love the one issue she shows up in young justice for. like... that description page for her makes me ��🥺🥺🥺  and then the ‘dont shrug at me young lady’ makes me loose it sdgfdhjgnf

Idea for a story

i just want a new run of her as batgirl again man. like. it’s what she deserves. and she’s back in the suit so we’re getting there hopefully, or at least to something along those lines, but i just want her to have cool adventures being an incredible fighter with a huge heart who’s working her way towards eventually taking over for bruce as batman 

Unpopular opinion

i definitely don’t hate the Orphan identity for her as much as a lot of people do. like I think within the context of how she has been reestablished it like... worked fine, but i do think that it has stayed way past it’s usefulness. I think the moment after this whole thing happened

she should have switched either back into the batgirl suit or to at least just something else. the fact that she continued to go by Orphan after a comic literally gave us the line ‘Cassandra Cain was no orphan” drives me NUTS

Favorite relationship

ok i almost put this as a favorite moment but decided to just have it as something to exemplify my fave relationship of hers, her & steph

the bond between the two of them just... i love it. they help each other learn and grow in different ways and i’m happy to see current comics putting them together again a lot but it feels so hollow now because it doesn’t feel like the people writing them currently really... grasp their old dynamic the same way, but i’m hoping that maybe that’ll start to change soon.

Favorite headcanon

i talked about it the other day in a headcanons post but just her interacting with other forms of dance besides just ballet too! also like i want us to see her actually do a dance class or something i think that would be so fun.. her having recitals and stuff... it could be so cute pleasee

[secret-engima]

So i dont actually remember much about amissa? Shes the galahd girl who raised all the galahad survivors (kids) in the jungle right? Can you tell us more about her (and that au)

YES. THAT’S HER. Won’t completely rehash everything about her from my last post (might reblog that sometime) but like- she’s a fav OC of mine. Very dry humor, very smart and a literal old soul. She is 100% responsible for yeeting canon out the window and she ... didn’t even mean too? Is only sorta aware there was a canon to yeet BECAUSE

-This girl has dimension hopped. Not reincarnation, but more- forcible pulling from dimension to dimension by various ROBs that want someone to stir up their worlds/fix things and they’re all keep picking HER for reasons she does not understand.

-FFXV is her last world, because the Astrals (or, some of them, not Bahamut and maybe not Shiva) made her a deal. Fix this timeline and we’ll make sure nobody else yanks you to another dimension. You can live and grow old and have a family and then die all in this world without worrying about leaving anymore loved ones behind- you just have to save those loved ones.

-Amissa, who had no idea how to do that but has already done this song and dance without the promise of a personal happy ending A LOT by now is just like-.

-Yes.

-So she wakes up physically three as a Galahdian orphan and canon goes out the window from there because Amissa has lived through WAY TOO MANY shounen plots to not recognize the warning signs, even if she doesn’t know/remember FFXV plot specifically.

-Started by saving Titus/keeping him out of Niflheim hands and basically raising all the glaives so no more traitors on that front, then just- other bits and bobs of things that she did while surviving in Galahd to yeet plot further.

-Has never been in an a/b/o universe before so those things FREAKED HER OUT like WHOO and also frustrated her because REALLY? So all her knowledge on that subject are penny dreadfuls, watching the jungle wildlife, and guesstimating with logic and instincts from multiple dimension hops. She was not amused by Maturing or dealing with her kids Maturing because A LITTLE WARNING WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE ASTRALS. But fine. This is fine. She has this figured out and everything is fine (until she falls in love with Cor and realizes no everything is not fine. She and all the glaive really need an official Talk pls and thank you).

-Eventually moved to Insomnia and was like- okay. I’ve done some stuff and set up some failsafes I’ll just take the most inconspicuous janitor job at this random school and wait for the other shoe to drop.

-Shoe dropped the very next semester when she found Prompto crying over his broken camera in the playground and was like- “ah. bby. Bby Cloud with all the signs of Sunshine Boy Protag. Must help bby.”

-Ended up helping too much and getting her kids in on it and so whoops Prompto is a formally adopted Galahdian now with all the Kingsglaive as big sibs/uncles/aunts now.

-Then Prompto made friends with Noctis way early because he’s thinner and way more confident in himself (if still kinda shy) and Prompto drags Noctis off to Amissa’s janitor office because the fangirls won’t go there and Amissa is like “oh. OH. THAT’S the bby protag okay. Hello bby Sky welcome aboard come sit and be safe and happy.”

-And that’s how she ends up getting noticed by the Citadel and eventually hired by the Citadel, where she then tries her hardest to Not Get Attached to anyone else. She has met bby Protag Cloud and bby Protag Sky and she has all of Little Galahd to help take care of, she doesn’t need to adopt anyone else-

-Realizes Cor is a workaholic who needs someone that isn’t his king or the king’s Shield to tell him to take A BREAK YOU MORON and Amissa has never, ever been one to miss a chance to call someone a moron to their face so- well-. Yeah.

-And that’s how Cor meets Amissa, the ex-dimension hopping janitor. By him working too late and her knocking on his office door, handing him a snack bar, a water bottle and a painkiller and telling him to “go to bed and stop holding up my shift I need to wash the floor outside your office and I am NOT going to be responsible for the famed Immortal slipping and breaking his sleep deprived neck because he was too tired to read the wet floor sign”.

-This woman has won wars and thrown hands with everything from kings to demons to magic cards. She has no issues telling off the Immortal. If she loses this job- eh, who cares, she can go work for the Hunters or something.

-Keeps her job, but ends up getting Cor’s Attention.

[serendipitioussurvival]

They Call Her Alpha - Pt 1

Fem!Stiles/Peter Hale

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“They call her Mother, Destroyer… they call her Alpha.” she was supposed to instill fear into all who opposed her, hope in all that worshiped or called for her. She was supposed to be powerful, not this twig of a teenager giving him the most pitiful glare he’d ever received in his life. “They swear by her like she is a Goddess. She leaves no enemies alive, no records of her face or what she looks like, and all her people are unfalteringly loyal. The only vague description we’ve received of her looks is from the Oracle.” what, exactly, was so inspiring about the little sparkling in front of him? 

She wasn’t too attractive - her hair had multiple hues of red, honey brown, black, and chestnut but was much too oily - though he did find himself sort of enthralled with mapping out the moles and freckles dotting the expanses of fair skin he could see. 

“It’s not rare for scents to be shared.” he reasoned while turning to face his sister, completely dismissing the almost human in front of them. “She doesn’t exactly strike fear into me, sister dearest.” when she seemed unable to stop staring at the girl he let out a small, irritated growl that was quickly answered by a flash of her ruby red eyes. 

“I would remember my place, brother.” she snapped dismissively then turned her attention back to the young woman in front of her. “Isaac,” a young man with cherubic features and curly blonde hair to match stepped forward, hands shaking ever so slightly as the only indication that he was nervous - much to Peter’s pride. “Take the tape off her mouth.” 

Peter had severe doubts that this strange wannabe witchling was the dreaded spark they were looking for, those doubts all flew out the fucking window when Isaac moved into her personal space. Whiskey eyes turned almost beta gold, her anger simmered into something calming and comforting that had his inner wolf prowling from underneath his skin. When Isaac pulled the duct tape off of her lips he did so with steady hands and in a fluid motion that he quickly bowed his head in apology for. He blamed biology for paying close attention to the pink tongue that came out and wetted peach lips. 

“Pretty sure Kidnapping is still illegal, declared or otherwise.” if his wolf was prowling before it was now right underneath his skin, ready to pounce so it could get closer to her. “Heard rumors that the new queen was a ‘were, guess this war has been beneficial to you and yours.” the few Enforcers of the Hale Pack stepped forward with claws extended the moment their Alpha Queen snarled, Isaac - still relatively new to the pack - and Scott - another new addition who was the same age as Isaac - both shrunk back. Peter did not miss the way the supposed ‘Mother, Destroyer’ glanced once towards them before settling back on his sister with a tight anger that he, strangely enough, understood. 

“No war has been formally declared,” Talia reasoned after recollecting herself. 

“Oh? Might want to tell the victims that then. Humans and traitors to both sides are the casualties of your ‘peace’ war with the Unseelie Queen and her geriatric psycho fuck Pappy.” a snort of amusement escaped him before he could even think to control it. “Oh?” her eyes centered directly on him, unnerving and pleasing at the same time. “Think the death of traitors and humans is funny, do you?” she tsk’ed and eyed him up and down, “Bad dog.” 

“Then you are the ‘Alpha’?” Talia snarled while drawing her Enforcers back. 

“Alpha? I’m no wolf,” she snorted and leaned back against the chair, “You mean The Mother, though, don’t you?” she sighed heavily and rolled her shoulders. “Might as well just kill me now then, won’t get anything useful out of me.” Peter sauntered forward, grinning wide when her attention focused back on him. 

“Why’s that sweetling?” he actually laughed when she recoiled away from him in disgust. 

“Ugh, okay Uncle Bad touch, let’s just keep you over that way.” she actually did a ‘shoo’ motion with her foot, “You could totally make Creeperwolf over here a torture method,” she remarked casually to his sister but centered her gaze directly on him when he took another step towards her. “No, go away, shoo.” 

“You’re really not attracted to me,” he murmured, amazed, even as he leaned into her personal space to get a good whiff of her scent. 

“Yeah, no dip Sherlock. Yo, Queeny, what the fuck? Can you tighten the leash or something on him, this is totally borderline sexual harassment.” She was amusing, no one - aside from powerful Dark Fae - ever spoke to his sister like that. For that alone it was almost worth keeping her alive. 

“You will watch your tongue when you speak to the Seelie Queen, ant.” ah yes, cousin Andrew. How Peter adored the fanatic cousin that believed devotedly in his sister. 

“Hmm, Ant, new one. Well, your ‘Oh, most powerful light fae, Seelie Queen, unmatched in lighty goodness’-” He had to turn away from her lest she see his grin. Little tart was a mouthy one wasn’t she? Damn, he was already half smitten. “What can this humble Spark in training do for you?” 

“You’re the Alpha, the Mother.” she actually laughed for a spell before she realized that no one else was laughing with her. 

“Oh my - okay, open your lil wolfy ears and hear me when I say; I am not the Mother, Alpha, or whatever the hell else you’re searching for.” that fact that her hummingbird heartbeat remained steady and that her scent remained clear of deceit had Talia deflating just a little. “There, okay, can I go? I know it may seem hard to believe but I’m not exactly overflowing in the friend department. I’ve only got one and we kinda got a codependency goin’ on, so if you don’t mind?” she wriggled so the chains keeping her confined to the chair would jingle. Peter liked her, mouthy brat she was. 

“You were fighting a Strigoi from taking two Pup’s, why?” the girl sagged back into her chair and eyed Talia with a fatigue that dulled her vigor. 

“Because they were full shift wolves and the bastard wanted to enslave them and sell them back to Psycho Bitch Barbie and her cult of meanies.” Peter couldn’t help his laughter even if he wanted to - which he definitely did not - when he registered that she was calling Kate Argent, current Queen of the Unseelie Court, a Psycho Bitch Barbie. That took balls, it took either a tremendous amount of stupidity or courage and this little sparkling didn’t seem all that stupid. Evidence to the contrary. “Is that why you thought I was the Alpha? ‘Cause I did a little whoop ass on the Dark side Jackasses?” 

“You fit the description we’ve received, vague though it may be.” Peter’s warning growl for her at giving too much away was cut off by intrigue when she leaned forward, smelling of vanilla joy and curiosity. 

“I did? Itty bitty badass me?” Talia’s eyebrows pinched in frustration. Either because of her or because of the case of mistaken identity, Peter couldn’t tell. 

“We were clearly mistaken,” she shook her head slightly to clear her thoughts and murmured something to Scott. Nearly all watched as he left the room before they centered wearily on her. “Were you declared before?”

“Before I sided with the humans and those abandoned by both sides? No.” she settled back with a huff and kicked a single leg out to test the strength of the chains. He adored the way her grin was just a tad blood thirsty when Andrew growled warningly at her, Beta blues flashing as a warning. 

“What is your name then, Spark?” 

“Polish, you can’t say it.” She sighed and looked around, clearly bored with the current conversation. “Also an Orphan, so no known surname. Life’s a bitch, innit? You can call me Stiles, if you want to try niceties, but I’m not declaring Seelie.” 

“It is an honor-” Andrew started vehemently, drawing twin eyerolls from both Peter and ‘Stiles’. 

“And now I know that I will be avoiding you at the next siore.” he didn’t know what enticed him more, the fact that she said soire so perfectly or the fact that she could clearly speak multiple languages. 

“So, French and English. What about Polish?” he crouched in front of her, knowing that his jeans hugged his thighs and ass just right when he did so. Little tart didn’t even glance. 

“Well well, Uncle Bad Touch, you ain’t so bad at sleuthin’. So I got three languages under my belt, care to guess at which one is my native one?” he grinned and leaned in closer, ignoring his sister’s warning call of his name. 

“I’d rather get under your belt myself,” she tsked again and sighed as if disappointed with him. 

“As much as I like trading barbs with you, Uncle Bad Touch, I will have to gracefully decline. Her head tilted to the side, exposing her pretty neck and the trailing of moles that he wanted to trace.

With his tongue. 

“You wound me,” he joked, hand clasped dramatically over his heart as he rocked back on his heels. 

“I’d like to,” she glibly returned, eyes gleaming her joy and flooding the room with her vanilla pleasure. 

“Enough!” Talia snapped, drawing him back to her side by his wolf. He hated when she did that, when she took his control and snapped it to achieve her own goals. “Enough. As an undeclared you are not bound by our laws. We will let you go,” she rose her hand to quell the disagreements that rose from her decision, “but we will be keeping an eye on you. If we so much as suspect that you play a bigger part than what you seem to then we will collect you again. Make no mistake, Spark, if you so much as move a foot in a direction I deem suspicious I will make you declare a side to either be punished or governed as seen fit.”

“You know,” the Spark mused as Scott began unlocking her confines. “You’re not so bad, Queeny, but you’re hopelessly misinformed about the actual state of things. I’m sure your Seelie losses have been big,” dainty fingers rubbed at the red indentations on her wrist, “If you were aware of the actual losses your ‘not-war’ has caused-” she trailed off as she got lost in her own thoughts. “Well, whatever. Can I get dropped off where you’re people kidnapped me from?” A better man wouldn’t have taken the time she was walking away to check out her ass, a better man would’ve probably felt sympathy for the sparkling. Peter was not a ‘good’ man, but he wasn’t a bad one either, so when she looked back at him from over her shoulder he tore his gaze from her tempestuous ass to wink at her. Of one thing he was certain, she was either on the cusp of her twentieth year or she soon would be. She was much too interesting to kill or enslave, he hoped she stayed that way. 

“Peter, I want you to keep an eye on her.” sweet, sweet victory. “She’s hiding something but I feel we’ll have a better chance at finding out what when she thinks she’s not under scrutiny.” 

“With pleasure, sister.” 

[superbatson]

tagged by @chestnutblondehead

Rules: Pick 5 shows, then answer the following questions. Don’t cheat. Tag some people.

roswell, new mexico

zoey's extraordinary playlist

the witcher

the healing powers of dude

high school musical: the musical: the series

Who is your favorite character in 2?

i feel like i gotta say leif bc he's my icon and i love mtg A Lot. and it wouldn't be wrong, i definitely think leif is my favorite from the show. but i do love zoey too, i have to admit. she's a very close second. (and she would be #1 if i didn't love hot villains so much, lol)

Who is your least favorite character in 1?

can i say isobel? i feel bad saying isobel but i guess with all the possession stuff in s1, i just felt i couldn't like her, especially before we found out about the possession stuff and i thought it was a dual personality thing. i haven't started s2 so maybe she'll grow on me in those eps.

What is your favorite episode of 4?

ughhhh they all really blur together. i mean, not in a bad way, but they were really so closely tied to one another - i guess episode 5, "middle school musical". it was sweet seeing noah and simon supporting amara, and i felt it was a good episode to represent disabled people. i mean, it really shined a light on the way society treats them, and it ended up with said disabled lead amara finally getting her time to shine. who knew she could sing so well?

What is your favorite season of 5?

it's only got the one so far, lol. so i guess i have to say that's my favorite for now, but it probably won't be for long with s2 focusing on a production of batb

Who is your favorite couple in 3?

they're not canon (yet) but geralt/jaskier. obviously. let the bard be gay for the hot monster killer!

Who is your favorite couple in 2?

can i just say leif/tobin to avoid any sort of controversy? so... leif/tobin. (the coder boyfriends!)

Who is your favorite actor in 4?

jace chapman is an excellent child actor. he particularly shines in the scenes where noah is experiencing intense anxiety. they're so similar to how i feel/act/think when i'm anxious, so i was really able to see myself in the character. i have to say, i do love larisa oleynik and tom everett scott too as noah's parents. they're fun, cute, and dorky without seeming incompetent and they really do have noah's best interest at heart. it was really sweet to see and i almost wish they could be my parents, lol. (though i also think they're pretty as hell so that probably wouldn't work out for me, haha)

Which do you prefer, 1, 2, or 5?

apples and oranges, man. like, one's a cheesy teen drama, another is a heartfelt musical dramedy, and the other is... well, a teen dramedy? okay, so there are some similarities, but it's hard for me to choose. i can say that zep is the one i enjoy most right now, just 'cause it's such a feel-good show to watch with everything going on in the world right now, but overall? i might have to say hsmtmts, just 'cause i really feel so attached to those characters/that world as a whole (even if the pacing of s1 got a little messy at times).

Which show have you seen more episodes of - 1 or 3?

roswell, new mexico. ironically, though, i really need to play catch-up on both. i now have several s2 eps of rnm to watch, and the second half of witcher s1!

If you could be anyone from 4, who would you be?

i literally am noah, let me just put that out there. like i relate to him so much, he's basically me when i was his age, just i'm a girl and he's a boy. i guess if i had to pick a character to be, maybe amara? bc she's a friend of his so she gets to kinda see things from the outside and help him out when he's struggling. (though poor girl is also pining for him hard, ugh, tween love is so messy. i never had a legit crush on a boy till i was 14, so i'd probably be safe in that regard.)

Would a crossover between 3 and 4 work?

wow i really mixed up my own numbers here and started writing about a witcher/zep crossover, whoops

hell no. witcher is a bloody adult fantasy and healing powers of dude is a sweet kids' show. a crossover would never work. (though now i'm thinking about jaskier and geralt being father figures for lost orphan noah and i'm emo. it's such a crack-y concept but i like it lol)

Pair two characters in 1 that would make an unlikely but strangely okay couple?

from what i can remember in s1, michael & liz had a fun dynamic. sort of a love-hate thing (as opposed to her and max which was nothing but love). i think they'd make an interesting pair. especially given the end of s1, as they'd bond over their shared grief over max.

What is your favorite episode of 1?

pffft i don't know. i almost wanna say the pilot, just bc it was the first scripted show i'd started watching after, like, a whole semester of barely watching anything, and it also brought me back to the cw after i quit watching the flash. plus, i obviously didn't really know what to expect, so i was impressed with the way the show got me invested in both max/liz and michael/alex in the span of one 42-minute episode.

What is your favorite episode of 5?

i also gotta say the pilot bc it was probably the funniest episode, in that it felt the most like some sort of self-aware mockumentary comedy, and the end cover of "start of something new" made me super nostalgic for the original hsm film. both of those elements kinda faded as the show went on and we got so invested in the characters, so, yeah. it was fun while it lasted.

What is your favorite season of 2?

it's only got the one, so again, that's kinda the only one i can give as my answer? but hopefully it gets renewed for at least a second 👀

How long have you watched 1?

it premiered in... like january, i think, of last year, so... since then. like a year, though as i keep saying, gotta play catch up on s2.

How did you become interested in 3?

henry cavill. yeah, that's it. he's hot and it was his first major project following the rumors about him being out as superman, so i wanted to see what it was all about. also, considering it's netflix, i was kinda hoping we'd see his ass, but apparently we do not. netflix can give us pine penis but not cavill ass. Sigh.

Overall, which show had the better storyline, 3 or 5?

i guess hsmtmts bc it kept me the most engaged? but it was also not bingeable, so. kinda hard to accurately compare the two. but i guess that's my answer, bc witcher was kinda confusing at times (and i haven't watched it since like late december/early january)

Which has better theme music, 2 or 4?

neither really has an official theme song, unless you count the music that plays over the title card at the beginning of their respective episodes. i guess i like the matching band sound of hsmtmts', but they're both so short to compare to one another.

if you ask me to compare soundtracks, i might also have to give an edge to hsmtmts just bc of the nostalgia factor and their amazing original songs. sorry, zep!

i tag: @waystobewicked @willlamschofield and anyone else who wants to do this bc i'm too lazy to tag rn lol

[heller-obama]

Operation Newsboy

I totally didn’t have time to publish this last night or this morning so I just decided to post both this chapter and the next one tonight. Also I start school tomorrow so these might be the last of the regular updates.

Oh, and when I was writing this story, the POV kinda sorta just changed from third person to first person and??? I think it works better??? So yeah sorry about that I was not about to rewrite the whole first part in first person.

Here’s the prologue, chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, and chapter four if you hadn’t read them

Chapter Five

Words: 2,086

Warnings: the author is a lazy little shit, no others really (just wait till the next chapter)

Editing: the usual grammarly and read-through combo

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The day went on. No (possibly) magical time assassins trying to murder a kid. Nothing that special happened.

Except for the fact that I was really hungry. By the time all of the papers were sold, I was nearly swaying on my feet like I was tipsy.

I was standing with Davey, Les, and Jack, and the latter was trying to make plans for the brothers.

Honestly, I was completely spaced out, trying to figure out how to cover all the boys tomorrow during the strike. I overheard Jack’s voice, sounding slightly uncomfortable, surprised, and off-put. “Oh, youse got folks, huh?” I could tell he thought they were orphans.

Les, innocent Les, spoke next. “Doesn’t everyone?”

I saw Jack shift nervously, and Davey said something quietly to his little brother.

Davey looked at me and Jack, with something between pity and uncertainty. Of course, he thought I was an orphan because no one told him I wasn’t. Heck, I hadn’t told anyone anything, so I could say I never lied. I just omitted stuff that was semi-important.

“Our dad tangled with the delivery truck on the job. Messed up his leg bad, so they laid him off. That’s how come we had to find work.” Davey explained, with his specialty mixture of pity and uncertainty clear.

Jack looked uncomfortable, like he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Oh, ye-yeah, that makes sense. To-too bad about your dad, though.”

Davey had that look in his eyes that I was sure Jack saw a lot: the oh-you’re-poor-lemme-help-you look. “Look, why don’t you come home with us for dinner? Both of you. Our folks’ll be happy to have you.”

“Mom’s a great cook!” Les blurted.

I wouldn’t have minded it at all, especially if it involved food, but Jack looked like a deer in headlights.

“Ah, thanks for the invite. But I-I just remembered, I got plans with a fella! He’s probably waitin’ on me right now.” He looked at me, and it was as if his entire body screamed HELP!

I, stupidly, wasn’t looking for anyone suspicious. The only few minutes out of the day I wasn’t looking…

“Is that the guy you’re meeting?” Les yelled.

I looked to where the kid was pointing, and my (empty) stomach plummeted. There was a suspicious-looking guy, slightly resembling a mean pitbull with a mustache who was out looking for blood.

“Kelly!” Pitbull growled. Well, that rules out some anonymous time assassin, at least, I thought. It’s just your friendly neighborhood…pitbull…thug.

Jack’s face turned to one of terror. “Run for it!” He said to me and the two brothers.

We ran, me trailing behind to protect the boys who were so important to history. Sure, they might’ve gotten away originally, but with two time travelers on the table, all bets were off.

We kept on it, ducking and dodging through streets and alleyways, the early evening punctured with the Pitbull’s distant calls of “This way, officer!”, “Get him!”, or the insanely common “Jack Kelly!”

Finally, after ducking through a back door, Wally found himself in what appeared to be the backstage of a theatre.

“Slow down, I think we lost them.” Jack heaved. Davey and Les looked totally out of breath as well. I wasn’t that out of breath, because of my speedster reasons, but I pretended not to be that out of breath as to not raise any red flags.

“Does someone want to tell me why I’m running?” Davey protested, glaring at me. “I got no one chasing me. Who was that guy, anyway?” I shrugged. I mean, I honestly didn’t know.

“That there was Snyder the Spider. A real sweetie,” Jack said, with a level of disgust he didn’t think was possible.

“I thought he was more of a pitbull,” I said. Les smiled, but Jack wasn’t having it.

“He runs a jail for underage kids called The Refuge. The more kids he brings in, the more the city pays him. The problem is, all of that money goes straight into his own pocket. Just do yourself a favor. Stay clear of him and The Refuge.” Jack looked almost haunted as well as disgusted, and I wondered if he had spent time there.

A lady walked by below us. “Hey, you up there! Shoo! No kids allowed in the theatre!” I thought we were busted before Jack spoke up, all hints of Snyder and his unpleasantness gone from his face.

“Not even me, Ms. Medda?” He called charmingly.

She put her hands on her hips. “Jack Kelly?”

“Yeah!”

“Man of mystery! Come down here and give me a hug!” She called, clearly happy to see Jack.

He ran down and gave the lady, Ms. Medda, a hug. I made a mental note that, when he wanted, Jack could be really charming, inspiring, or threatening, depending on the person. You did not want to be on any side but his good side. Jack kept talking to Ms. Medda, charming her.

“Boys!” Jack said. “May I present to you Ms. Medda Larkin, the greatest star on the Bowery today. She also owns the joint.”

“The only thing I own is the mortgage,” she joked.

When I turned around, I saw Les, bent over double, gaping at two of the dancers.

Davey tapped Les on the back. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Are you blind?” Les retorted. “She got no clothes on!”

I hid a smile. I mean, I knew that 1899 fashion was a bit--scratch that, a lot--more conservative than 2018 fashion, but little Les was just so dumbstruck at the fact that the ladies were wearing just leggings and some kind of leotard. Oh, God, I thought, if only he walked around in the 21st century for even an hour…

“That’s her costume.”

“But I can see her legs!” Les sounded like he’d never seen a lady’s leg before. Although, in all honesty, he probably hadn’t.

“Well, step out of his way so’s he can get a better look.” Ms. Medda said. The performers struck a pose, revealing more of the tight leggings. Ms. Medda continued to say something about theatre being educational, but I wasn’t really listening, making sure no one was watching us.

Suddenly, a man with a mustache came running in. “Ms. Medda! You’re on!” He shouted.

“I am?” Ms. Medda said. “How am I doing?” She looked at the mustache guy, and then scoffed, and then looked at us, and we started laughing. “Boys, lock the door and stay all night. You’re with Ms. Medda now.”

We followed her to the curtains, Les and Davey watching from behind the curtain, but Jack and I snagged two seats. Ms. Medda continued to sing about being rich, but I wasn’t paying much attention to the words. Again. Oh, us millennials and our attention spans, I thought jokingly. But it was because Ms. Medda had an amazing voice. When the song was over, Jack gave a standing ovation, and I did, too. I mean, she did hide us from the cops. Well, I guess they weren’t cops. Abusive prison wardens?

“And now, gents,” she called, “let’s have a big hand for the Bowery Beauties!”

“Hey, Wally,” Jack said, poking me. “Look who’s here.” He pointed up to what looked like a theatre balcony.

I looked up and saw a lady sitting inside. “Wasn’t that the girl you were hitting on earlier?”

“Oh, yeah.” He had a stupid grin on his face. He ran up to Ms. Medda, who was now off-stage. They conversed quietly, and then Jack ran up to the ladder to the little balcony and climbed in.

I couldn’t hear them, but as they talked, Jack’s face varied from cheeky to downright flirty, and the girl mostly looked either uncomfortable or mocking. I smiled. She’s gonna have fun with Jack, I thought.

I watched the two of them, not exactly sure how it was going to play out. Well, until the girl yelled: “Do you mind?”

Some guy in the audience rapped his cane on the structure. “Pipe down up there!”

“You got in for free!” Ms. Medda called. “At least pay attention!”

Jack whisper-shouted something down, probably something along the lines of I’m sorry.

And then he, of course, started serenading her. Of course, he did. And…was he drawing something, too? I shook my head. Jack Kelly, the romantic. Who’d have thunk?

The song went along…and so did my attention. I have issues, I thought.

When the song(both Jack’s and the ladies’) Jack snuck down the ladder, not before leaving something on a chair.

He practically skipped over to Davey, Les, and I. After the brothers left, on our way back to the Lodge, then he started to boast about his serenading epicness.

“Did’ya see that? I’s got her hooked!” Jack whooped.

“You sure did, pal,” I said. Suddenly, the smell of a bakery wafted into my nose. “Hey, Jack? What’s that smell?”

Jack grinned. “Oh, that’s the Cooks’. Yep, they’s called the Cooks and they cook. If you’re hungry”--I could’ve sworn he heard my stomach growling--“they sometimes gives us a loaf of bread.”

“Well, I think you know the answer to that question, Jack,” I said. I fingered the dollars I took from the Waverider before dragging Jack to the street. There was about $20, which was a lot in this era, especially for the newsies. It was for an emergency, but if this wasn’t, I didn’t know what would constitute an emergency anymore. Jack started moving into the store, but I put a hand out in front of him. “Lemme try. They don’t know me.”

Jack shrugged. “Have at ‘em.”

I walked into the store, slipping my cap into my bag. A newsie with 20 bucks would raise all kinds of alarms. I walked up to the front, where a young girl was sitting, looking quite bored.

“How can I help you today?” She asked, looking like I was the most interesting thing that had happened to her all day.

I looked behind her at the vast shelves of baked goods, breads and pastries galore. “Uh, can I have ten loaves of bread? And one of the pumpkin loaves?”

The girl’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. “You got money to pay for it?”

“Yeah.” She gave me a once-over, like ‘why can this kid afford ten loaves of bread?’ Then she shrugged. Business was business.

“$2.50.” She said, gathering the load of loaves.

I pulled out some money and gave it to her.

I just really hoped she didn’t pay much attention to the dates on the bills.

She handed me the loaves, and I put each in my bag. “Thanks,” I said, and flashed a smile at the girl. She just nodded.

I walked outside to where Jack was waiting. He looked at me and only saw the emptiness of my hands.

“Ah, youse struck out, huh? Well, sometimes they’s just want the Jack…” He trailed off when I patted my bulging bag. “No way.”

I smirked. “Yes, way. Ten loaves of bread, and one pumpkin loaf.”

“How’d you…?”

“She just was begging for business. I don’t think they sold a thing all day.”

“Good on youse! We’s’ll eat good tonight!” Jack whooped, patting me on the back.

We walked back to the Lodge, Jack’s arm around my shoulder. By the time we got back, the sun was nearly set. As soon as we opened the door, the newsies were on us.

“Where were youse?”

“We’s been waitin’!”

“We’s thought Snyder got youse!”

Jack held up his hands, and they all quieted down. “Now, me and Speedy was busy.” He took my bag of bread from my hands. “Seems ol’ Speedy ‘ere has got a bit of charm!” The shouts rang out again.

“Is that bread?”

“WOAH!”

“Did’ya steal that?”

“FOOD!”

“A’IGHT!” Jack yelled. “All of youse get some! Obviously!”

Jack and I distributed the some of the bread to the newsies, and only after we finished did Jack take any. I assumed that was normal, knowing Jack.

The boys all got a large chunk of bread, and against Jack and I’s protests, the boys insisted we share a whole loaf.

That night, all of the newsboys at the Newsboy Lodging House went to bed with full stomachs.

I hope that doesn’t screw with the timeline.

You know what? Screw the timeline. Just seeing the joy on those kids’ faces when they realized they didn’t have to go to sleep hungry was enough.

[skruffie]

Family ancestry update!

The first part of the information arrived today, so I flipped through it and took it to my parent’s house since Zack and I were going to have tacos with them for my birthday a day early. There was a scan of an article talking about McDonald Creek and gave a very detailed description of where their homestead was, and their house was like... a major stopover for mulers and people going through the trails, and they had enough acreage to where they could hold five muleing trains at a time (25 mules or so a train). Very, very wealthy. I take all of this information with a heaping of salt because the price of all this wealth was the loss of Katherine’s land, family, and culture.

So, the history of Thomas as we knew it before was that he was born in New York to Scottish parents, orphaned, and at some point hopped on a ship that sailed around Panama and eventually landed in California. What we learned with these papers is that he set foot down in California in 1849, joining everyone else in the gold rush and prospecting on the Trinity river a lot. He started mining the Gold Bluffs area in 1855 (this we DID NOT know but that gives us more of a time frame for when he met Katherine). By 1860, he and Katherine had begun their homestead on top of a hill in Big Lagoon. 1862 is when my ggg-grandma Nancy was born. Katherine in 1862 was only about 20 years old, with Thomas being 32.

YIKES

What we can attribute about her life from the writings of her grandson is that she hated white men (naturally) and I can’t wrap my head about them being like, happily married. They created a large family and had a very well known, very established homestead where she cooked for all the rough dudes that came through there, and the McDonalds (and later, Huntleys) were known to Grant. Before he was president.

So, that was a cool update.

We also got validation of a set of writing mom said was called Barefoot Boys, which was written by one of the Huntley kids. She said it was a book, which was a thing told to her by her mom, but I couldn’t find anything like it on Google Books or anything so I kinda chalked it up to a story that got warped over time. You’d think I would start learning to really appreciate and trust oral history at this point, but NOPE!! ANYWAY within this list of papers I got from the historian was the first couple pages of the letter that my gg uncle Jim wrote detailing the family history Our copy has 30+ pages in it, but this one was only two. At the very bottom of the second page was “Huntley, “Barefoot Boys” 1980″.

SON OF A BITCH, IT’S REAL???

So I showed that to my mom today and she started crying, whoops

After that, she texted the woman I’ve been in on and off contact with down in Yurok country because she felt it was finally time they had a proper talk, and she disappeared upstairs to have the conversation after dinner... mom was told a lot of the same information that I was told when I had my conversation with her, and then some additional ones.

Mom told her how Katherine had been born at Gold Bluffs, and the lady goes “Gold Beach? OH” and apparently! A P P A R E N T LY THERE IS A WOMAN THERE WHO IS VERY INVESTED IN RESEARCH ABOUT DESCENDANTS FROM THE VILLAGES THERE AND KNOWS ALL THE SHIT AND MOM NOW HAS HER CONTACT INFO

THIS

THIS IS WHAT I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS WHOLE TIME

This is the EXACT thing I’ve been seeking--that we’ve all been seeking--for YEARS and it is very possible we are finally going to solve the mystery!! We may find out who Katherine’s family was, if any survived the genocide, who else we’re related to, HOW we are related to them, it’s all coming together!! Every single person that we’ve been in communication with has been so helpful, and like

at the start of this, I was not anticipating that. I was taking as much caution as possible and compiling all the information that I could find that this was legit because I didn’t want to be another one of those stupid white* people saying OH I’M NATIVE without actually knowing anything about it and using it as a bragging point to make themselves feel more interesting. I took caution also when researching my Métis heritage. This one... with the Yurok heritage, I wanted to be extra careful because it’s felt very distant for us, but i think now we are really starting some kind of healing process. It’s actually much closer than we think, and people are helping us with no judgement attached to it and I just feel so, so deeply grateful. I don’t even know if there’s anything I can do to show my gratitude. It is a deep current.

[pan-xichen]

Why I don't ship k/ance: revealed

(notice how I censored the ship name specifically to avoid people coming after me)

So it's no secret that k/ance is the most popular ship in this fandom. I don't see a ton of it because I mostly follow people who post other ships and non-shippy content but I know it's the biggest ship based on the ao3 tag size alone (I was curious one day okay). There's just this massive amount of people who love the ship and there's nothing wrong with that. I think it's great that people can make and enjoy content made by others about their ships. I just have never been interested in k/ance myself. It's not that I've been asked this or anything, I just felt like giving my reasons for not liking it. So here it is, my humble opinion on the ship and why I don't particularly like it (under a cut because this turned into a long ass post whoops):

(warning: this post is opinionated and analyzes the relationship between Keith and Lance from the perspective of someone who does not like the ship at all; please don’t take any of this as offensive if you do like k/ance, I don’t mean to anger anyone)

It just... doesn't make sense to me. It's also the... unsavoury crowd the ship attracts for some reason, but if I liked it or had reasons to like it chances are I'd probably ignore them. There are some cool people who ship k/ance and I love all of them, even if I'm not interested in their ship.

I've always been someone who prefers when two characters in a ship actually get along. I'm not saying Keith and Lance hate each other, because they definitely don't. I just don't see them being particularly close to each other yet. Maybe they'll get there, maybe not. I doubt even if they do end up being great friends later on that I'll start to ship them, though.

I've always found it weird that everyone latched onto the two characters who are consistently at each others' throats, (in most of the first season anyway), and deemed them suitable for a ship while simultaneously deciding that the two male characters in the show who have been canonically the closest since the first episode are related in some way. I just... don't get how people can look at Keith and Lance's dynamic, especially early on, and think they're romantically interested in each other. They have their moments where they do get along in the first two seasons but typically it's for the good of the mission and when they're done it's back to not liking each other. I think at most, Keith wants to be Lance's friend, not his rival, but Lance doesn't want to be friends with Keith at all. He prefers his own misconception of who Keith is to finding out the truth for himself, and Keith gets tired of trying to make friends with a brick wall and just accepts that this is his relationship with Lance. That's just how I see it.

When I look at Keith and Lance, I see Lance unnecessarily vilifying Keith out of jealousy. I read and reblogged a post about Lance causing Hunk to have the same misconception about Keith as a person that kinda spiked this one a bit, because... it's true. Keith doesn't even remember Lance's name in the first episode, which might have also sparked part of Lance's perception of him. Keith, however, was also very focused on rescuing Shiro, and had been struggling through mourning for the better part of a year while isolated from contact with others. Of course he's not going to remember Lance-- the only person he's been thinking of has very likely been Shiro.

What Lance is doing, essentially, is projecting his lack of skill as Keith, someone who is obviously more skilled as a pilot than him, "always trying to one-up him". If Keith really was always trying to be better than Lance, he would've remembered him. Hell, we don't even really see him trying to prove he's better than Lance at anything until their nonexistent rivalry gains merit. Lance doesn't want to accept that he wasn't a great pilot (yet) and also accept that Keith was better than him. That's where that comes from.

Part of why I think that is stems from his family. At a panel at a con (I don't know which one) he was "word of god" confirmed to have been from a wealthy family, and was given plenty of attention growing up. Whether that upholds or not remains to be seen but really when you look at the way he treats Keith, it makes sense. It might be more subconscious than conscious, but Keith was an orphan, probably coming from foster care (or just out of nowhere, maybe he was living on his own who knows) and somehow being an incredibly talented pilot, while Lance, someone with a stable, healthy upbringing was struggling and ultimately didn't make the class he wanted to. He blamed Keith, and thus was more than happy to know he'd taken his place after Keith had been expelled.

This is somewhat of an assumption/headcanon of mine, but I also think Lance may have been jealous of Keith's relationship with Shiro, and that it carried over to when Shiro returned after disappearing. We've had tons of hinting at Keith and Shiro being friends before the series too, and Lance states when they discover that Shiro was in the alien ship, "that guy's my hero". He idolizes Shiro, and especially taking his reaction into account when he sees Keith on his way to rescue him, he may have been jealous of Keith having a close relationship with him pre-series, in addition to envying Keith's talent as a pilot.

So we have Lance being envious of Keith, and painting him as this snobby, arrogant guy in his head (I assume Keith was probably rather selective in who he hung out with at the Garrison too which would add to that). That leads to Lance victimizing and convincing himself that Keith always wanted to be better than him, when in reality Keith is just a talented, intelligent and somewhat quiet person. He was probably focused mostly on his studies and not much else, whereas Lance is very extraverted and invested in his friends. Neither of those are bad things, but are certainly polar opposites.

Keith, in contrast, probably also had his own misinterpretation of Lance: someone who cares more about relationships and goofing off than his work. In reality, Lance really wanted to be a good pilot. Maybe he was a little distracted at the Garrison, as we do see him become a great pilot as a paladin, in which this assumption by Keith would make sense. Keith very much strikes me as someone who had to grow up too fast, and Lance as someone who had ample time to come into maturity. The difference between them with their misconceptions seems to be that Keith is a bit more willing to cast his aside, whereas Lance continues to cling to them.

I know a lot of shippers see the first episode of season three as having a k/ance moment, what with Lance putting his hand on Keith’s shoulder and accepting his leadership, but really... it’s not. I see this more as Lance putting his own wants and desires aside for the sake of the mission-- he wanted to be the black paladin, but the lion chose Keith, so he’s reluctantly accepting. That’s what’s happening there. In my opinion, to say that it’s exclusively a k/ance moment takes away from that bit of Lance’s development. Not to mention that honestly, Lance isn’t accepting Keith as his leader, either. He doesn’t respect Keith any more than he did before. What he respects, is the black lion. He respects her decision to choose Keith over him. He does grow to accept Keith as his leader eventually, but just two episodes later we see him actively jabbing at Keith’s (admittedly poor) decisions and leadership. Keith is in mourning, for fuck’s sake. I know Lance isn’t the only one who doesn’t take to Keith’s leadership well, but really, he’s the only one I can remember who actually went at him. Even after they start to kinda get used to Keith leading, when Shiro(?) returns, they naturally look to him for guidance instead. Lance then tells Keith that he’s worried about his own place on the team, and Keith tries to reassure him as best someone who doesn’t closely know the other person can. Again, as well, Lance is worried about himself (which is fine). 

If this was a shippy moment he probably would’ve been more concerned for Keith, as he’s the one who’s been unintentionally undermined by his closest friend and everyone has gone back to following Shiro instead. Keith pulls back from the team in season four as a direct result of what happened when Shiro returned; he’s putting everyone else above himself. In Keith’s mind, he sees himself as the extra. Allura is fantastic as a paladin. The red lion hasn’t shut Lance out because she wants Keith back, so he assumes she’s done with him. The team already would rather listen to Shiro than him, so he got the black lion to take Shiro back. The green and yellow lions were never involved in the swap. He can’t help Coran with the castle, so he goes off with the Blade of Marmora. He makes a series of decisions in the first episode of season four that separate him from the team, and then announces that he’s leaving. Lance does... nothing to stop this. (Admittedly Shiro also doesn’t try to stop him, to tell him he’s needed, which also makes me more suspicious as to whether or not this really is our Shiro but that’s not what this post is about.) He doesn’t pull Keith aside and ask if he’s okay, find him when he returns to talk to him (like Allura did). He’s vilified Keith again; sees him as selfish, only interested in what he seemingly wants to do, when in reality Keith truly wants to be reminded that the team needs him and probably to be a paladin again. The complete and total lack of intervention on Lance’s part when Keith is clearly Not Okay in the most recent season also signifies to me that they still have yet to be close enough for them to make sense being romantically involved. 

And that’s fine! I’m not saying I look down on the ship or shippers because of it. I just prefer my ships to at least make some canonical sense, and can’t see it happening with k/ance. Like I said at the beginning, maybe they will grow closer together before the series ends-- I’d actually really like to see that happening. I still doubt I’d be interested in shipping it, though. 

I do think it’s neat that shippers can make content for themselves and each other to enjoy, even if it isn’t quite canon compliant. The one thing I really hate to see though is edits of intimate scenes between Keith and other characters, or Lance and other characters, with captions of “this is how it happened right?” or “I fixed it”. Like... how much more fucking pretentious can you get? Edits are fine but when you claim they’re canon or that you “fixed” the actual scene, that’s just disrespectful to the creators of the show. The story they want to tell, is how it happened. You can’t “fix” that.

TL;DR - I don’t ship k/ance because when I look at their canon relationship it doesn’t make sense seeing it as romantic. I’m not judging anyone who does, but this is just a long-winded analysis of what I think of them and why I dislike the ship. I know there are some really cool people who ship k/ance and are more realistic about knowing it’s not logically going to be canon (not just based on my analysis but also the showrunners did explicitly state that it won’t) but enjoy their ship nonetheless, and props to them! For me it’s also kind of a combination of the way some people who ship k/ance treat other fans and the staff and their canon dynamic but I can mostly disregard them in terms of why exactly I don’t ship Keith and Lance.

[eyeofthewolfe]

Ninjago Movie: Different POV - Follow Where the Wheels Go

(Night before the attack of Meowthra)

The rev of the motorbike died out as it jolted to a stop. The two teenagers slowly looked up at their home and stared at it for a good 10 seconds. The sky above the older building was pink and orange, hinting that it was only around 7pm and the night was very much still young. The driver looked over her shoulder and back at her older brother before they both silently agreed to stay out a little longer that night. Curfew was 11 anyways, and they could always sneak in the window. With a malicious smile on both of the teenager’s faces, the motorbike revved loudly in the street and sped off into the city.

Kai wrapped his arms around his sister’s waist, leaning into her punk leather jacket. “Where are we going tonight?” He yelled over the wind and engine of the bike. Keeping her eyes on the road, Nya shrugged and yelled back, “I dunno, bro- where should we go?”

He paused, trying to think of somewhere to chill. When his mind drew a blank, he said, “Just follow where the wheel takes us!”

Nya thought through her brother’s answer, and then smiled broadly. She cleared her mind completely, looked at the streets like it was a maze, twisted her wrist, and then took off into the night.

As the colorful sky drained into darkness, the neon lights lining the streets grew brighter in her vision. Even though she could easily recognize where she was in their giant city, she purposely tried to forget where she was or where she was going. She didn’t know where she was going actually, she was just going. Kai was there for the ride, letting out a whoop or holler every once in a while.

After about 40 minutes of random turns and blurry street signs and empty roads, Nya hit the brakes and the bike screeched to a halt. Her windblown bangs flopped back down on her head and she laughed through the energy that was pulsing through her veins. “Now that was fun, right bro?” she asked, and then stuck her hand out to the side for a high five.

She paused before realizing Kai left her hanging.

“Yo bro, the high…” Nya trailed off when she turned and saw exactly what silenced Kai. “…five.”

The road they were parked in was slightly abandoned because it was about a mile or so outside the heart of the city. There were a few lights, most of them old streetlamps, but some of them were apartment windows where the middle class resided. But the lot that the two teenagers stared at was the darkest lot on the street. No sign of life, or people, or home. Just a boarded up door and an old store-shop sign that read “Four Weapons Blacksmith Shop”.

“Why did you bring us here,” Kai finally spoke from the back of the bike. Nya looked over, and noticed her brother’s charismatic smile was gone. “Of all the places in the giant city, the place you stop is right here.”

“Hey, you did tell me to follow where the wheels go,” she shot back. “I didn’t try to bring us back here. It must of…subconsciously bought me to come here.”

“It?” Kai snorted. “Like, destiny and fate and the other stuff Master Wu tells us?”

Nya leaned away from her brother. “Whoa, bro. Master Wu may be old and weird, but he is still wise. He also has a way better understanding about how the world works than us two combined.” Kai snorted again, but kept quiet after that. There was a brief pause before Nya killed the engine and flipped out her kickstand.

“Uh, what are you doing?” Kai droned as Nya slid off her seat.

She stuck her arms out as she backtracked to the shop. “Well, if destiny led us here, I kinda wanna find out why.”

With a look of annoyance, Kai groaned and rolled his eyes. “Whatever, sis. If it makes you sleep at night.” He slid his legs off the bike and followed her up the stairs.

The door was padlocked and boarded up. “Dang,” Nya murmured. “Guess it belongs to the city now.”

Kai looked up and eyed a broken window on the second story. The sibling’s eyes met, and it was set. With a quick glance down the empty street, the two quickly scaled the wall and slipped inside the building.

The older teen already had his phone out and his flashlight on in a matter of seconds. “Whoa, what a mess,” he whispered as they stared at a broken down living room with yellowed newspaper crumpled and all over the ground, a stained and torn up couch in the corner, and a few colorful, scratched up, and broken toys for young kids scattered throughout the room.

The two looked around for a bit, then realized there was nothing cool here. They located the stairs then went down to the shop below.

Dust was everywhere- on the counters and shelves, and coated on whatever swords and knives were left hanging on the walls. “This place hasn’t been touched since we left,” Kai murmured as he drew a frowny face on the store counter out of dust. “They locked the door and left all this to rust inside.”

Nya leaned against the wall. “It’s actually not a bad place. We could totally have a sibling HQ here.”

He looked over at her with a side smile. “A headquarters just for us two?”

With a shrug, she met his gaze. “Or even better, we could call it home.”

Kai’s smile instantly died. “Nya, I know you don’t like it at-“

“Oh, don’t like it is a huuuuuge understatement.” She laughed at him. “Kai, we don’t belong there. You know we don’t. Here, at least we can at least live a better life and honor them.”

Kai took a few steps closer to Nya while narrowing his eyes. “Honor who? Our parents? Our parents who just vanished when we were young? When I was five and you were three? Honor those people?”

It felt like he pierced her heart with one of the dust-encrusted blades in the shop. He instantly saw the look on her face and then looked down, at the ground, ashamed. “Look, I’m sorry-“

“For what, Kai?” Nya responded sourly. “Sorry that you faintly remember them and I don’t? Because that’s nothing to be sorry for, it’s something to be thankful for.”

He stared back at her in prolonged silence.

“You don’t think I wish I had some memory of them? Some mini clip in my head I can replay over and over to remember mine-our parents so that I can believe that there was something more to my life than just being an orphan?!”

Tears were now beginning to swell in her eyes. Kai had his mouth open, but his neck was visibly tight so Nya continued. “You don’t think I spend every moment of my life wondering if our parents are proud of who we are? Because I wish I could say yes, Kai. I wish I could- but I can’t because I can’t even tell you who my parents are.”

She stopped talking because her throat was so tight with emotion that it made her physically unable to speak another word. Instead, she began to sob heavily, first into her hands, and then into Kai’s shoulder when he slowly took her into his arms. She stuffed her face into his jacket and let the tears and gasps take over.

Finally, he moved his mouth close to her ear. “I don’t remember much about them either, Nya. All I know are two things. What they look like, and where they are not. And they are not here, but we are. And we need to make it without them.”

The gasps paused for a moment while Nya caught her breath. “We’ve made it so far, but I don’t know how much farther I can go, Kai.” Her voice was a weak whisper, a voice Kai rarely heard from his sister.

He pulled her off his shoulder and looked at her in the eyes. “Hey hey hey, let’s try and go for tomorrow, okay? Let’s start there.”

She wiped the wetness from her face and nodded, her bloodshot eyes fixated on her brother. “Okay,” she mouthed. Kai nodded in response, before looking around the shop once more. “Alright, let’s get back before it gets too late. You want me to drive?”

That made Nya bust out into laughter, which made Kai happy. “Uh, of course not.” She snapped. “You know you can never touch that bike.”

“I know…I know…” Kai joked as they went back up the stairs to their second-story exit. “I was just hoping for a one-time-thing.”

“Just know it will be a no-time-thing.”

“Cool. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Within a few seconds, the two of them were back on the bike and speeding off into the night. The neon lights were brighter as ever, but only Nya was admiring their streaks in her vision.

Kai’s vision was blurry and blinded with tears as he cried behind his sister.

He could never show his younger sister his tears. He had to be the strong older brother that she needed him to be, so that meant no weakness. And crying? Tops the list of weaknesses in Kai’s book.

He also hated seeing Nya upset, especially about their parents. There was nothing he could ever do or say to bring them back, so all he had was fake comforting words, a warm hug, and a shoulder to stop tears from falling down his sister’s face. But one thing he didn’t have? He didn’t have his own comfort. He knew he couldn’t break down because even his sister couldn’t rebuild him. He was the wall, the foundation. If he broke, then the scared and heartbroken child he hid all these years inside of him would show, and that’s the end of Kai.

He was able to pull himself back together as Nya parked the bike in their usual spot in front of their building. The lights were all still on, which was more comforting than their first home, but the lights seemed colder today.

Nya kicked the stand out and slid off the bike. “Well, here we are,” she groaned. “Wonder how much I’ll have to fake smile and spread fake encouragement tonight.” She bent over like she was talking to a short kid. “Oh, don’t worry Billy, I’m sure tomorrow will be the day! Oh, head up, Dick, you’ve got another day tomorrow! Let me see your pretty smile now, Sally! See, now I feel better too!”

Kai snorted and slid up next to his sister. “Aw, come on now, Nya- it’s never that bad.”

She let out a single laugh and lightly punched his arm. “You sound like me now,” she joked. She lifted her hand up, palm facing Kai, and he instantly slapped  their sibling high five. The sound of the clap was perfect of course, causing them both to wear a real, authentic smile as they entered the building named “Ninjago City Orphanage”.

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Cosette for the Character meme? :D

Yay I was hoping someone would ask for her! :D

First impression:

So my Very First Cosette Impression came from the outtake about Cosette’s rescue from the Thenardiers in kiddy book format. This one:

Looks like a fairy tale illustration, doesn’t it? Well, take away the context and this is exactly what that story is. 9-yr-old me immediately slotted Cosette amongst all the classics of Good Poor Orphan Girls Who Are Rewarded For Being Kind To Strangers, even knowing this was just a little bit of much larger book. I wondered though, and asked my mom about the story: I don’t remember all the impressions I made up in my head, but I definitely imagined adult!Cosette as a lot more serious and sad character, having to deal with her dad dying and her boyfriend being in serious danger, all the while being hounded by obsessed policeman and violent burglars - not to mention all these scary and difficult Adulting Things. (The timeline in my head was more than a bit muddled obvs)

Impression now

… The scary realisation that Cosette at the end of the book is Actually Super Young, which… I knew on the factual level, but it took the juxtaposition of answering the last question to really drive it in? This is kind of scary thought. I love Cosette both as a character and as a person, but I hate hate hate how little control she has over her own life (probably the most stark contrast with my original imaginings tbh), and her being an actual teenager makes her so painfully vulnerable. :/ Good thing she is so resilient, and very stubborn in her own way.

The little Cosette, however, is always overlaid with the fairy tale impressions, which has a really strong influence on the way I see her character, particularly her interaction with Valjean, the Thenardiers and her own past.

Favorite moment:

Probably the way she handles Marius creep-stalking her house - going from being understandably freaked out to “Ooh ghosts!” to “No I’m imagining things” to “But what if…” to blasting music very loudly for no particular reason whatsover thankyouverymuch. It’s like the most relatable thing ever. :D

Idea for a story:

I’m all here for the (canon era or post-canon) stories where Cosette gets to interact with people who are not Marius or Gillenormand - particularly if she gets a chance to develop and share her opinions about the society she inhabits.

I… had a basic outline for a story, but it withered and died from a tragic case of “oh no research is hard D:” But the general idea was a kind of worst case scenario, where Valjean and Marius die in the sewers and Cosette has no idea what happened and also no money (because srsly Valjean, where’s the treasure map???) so she has to figure it all out on her own, with some help from Toussaint. Cosette has Marius address though, and Courfeyrac’s landlady directs them to the rue de la Chanvrerie, where they meet Corinthe ladies, and later also Musichetta and Bahorel’s mistress. Mère Houcheloup kinda adopts everyone and there’s lots of trauma, struggle to recover the wineshop, also someone’s pregnant etc, and Cosette has to figure out how to money. Lots of healing hugs are shared. Eventually a women’s society is formed, and it starts out as a kind of mutual support group, but the more political members bring in their own experiences and suddenly they have a secret newspaper and political agenda. Stuff happens

(Bonus: Marius somehow survived after all and was taken to his grandpa’s house. His recovery was rocky enough that he wasn’t allowed out alone for a veery long time, but eventually he kinda escapes and makes his way to Corinthe, more or less to find some sort of confirmation that everything that happened to him actually happened and his friends were not a figment of his imagination. Imagine his surprise and relief when he finds lots of at least vaguely familiar faces who are glad for his survival and can validate his experiences and then Cosette is there but they have both changed so much that they have to practically re-learn each other and find out if they can fall in love again.

And then the slow, horrified realization that, yes he’s in love again, yes, he has friends again and yes, everyone he cares about are heading in a direction that seems awfully familiar, only this time it’s so much worse and oh god he still has so much trauma to work through.)

… whoops that got away from me

Unpopular opinion:

Is there such a thing as an unpopular Cosette opinion? Unless you count the idea of Cosette of any era being both a) extremely Gryffindor and b) hilariously unsuited for any kind of physical confrontation.

I’m so tired of “don’t fight Cosette, Cosette can kick your ass” memes >_>

Favorite relationship:

Cosette and Valjean is wonderful, heartbreaking and full of love and pain and so is Cosette and Fantine, though for different reasons. I really wish we saw more than a hint of Cosette with Fauchelevent and convent school girls. Also the dynamic between Cosette and Toussaint is delightful.

Favorite headcanon:

I love the idea of Cosette the Junior Naturalist, who digs through the garden for bugs because she wants to find out everything about them and nope, she’s never going to grow out of this. Thirty years down the line, she has huge insect collections and plant collections and a library full of science-y books, to Marius fond bemusement. (He’d never admit it even to himself, but sometimes Cosette kind of reminds him of less absent-minded, more forceful Mabeuf)

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Ehh I mostly Really do not like what they did with marvel Loki, and then the movie version in particular. I’ve heard that the recent threequel kinda hits the reset button on the entire thing and reestablishes him and like he actually has a decent brotherly relationship and gets redeemed now?? So like woo! I’m happy for you! EVen if i’m still mostly not interested in this character!

BUT ANYWAY SORRY WHAT WAS I ORIGINALLY MAKING THIS POST ABOUT WHUPS

What i mean is im not particularly interested in marvel loki in any way, but i always thought his movie plot was a really interesting and sad idea. That they TOTALLY WASTED! tho really it’d be wasted even if they pulled it off perfectly cos i still could not get over the general dissonance of ‘wtf loki wasnt his brother he was like twice his age and knew his dad before he was born, and also he was never half anything and always knew he was a jotunn’. Srsly its fuckin weird that in mythology he never had any magic excuse for working with the aesir, he just.. decided to. And he was good. he was one of the good guys. he turned bad later and he was always a morally nebulous comedic trickster man but he was never fuckin... im only here cos i was raised as a human guy. and also im somehow younger than my best friend’s son who was kinda my nephew i guess. srsly he just.. was a giant who.. chose to switch sides. its not a hard plot to do. why did they even feel they had to change that... tho also incidentally historically jotunn didnt mean giant, it was more like ‘chaos spirit’ in practise. loki being like a 4 foot tall angry gremlin wasnt particularly unusual in the mythos so its funny how out of place he is in the marvelverse actually. and also they weren’t all ice but had fire and ice as basically races or countries, and loki was never really stated which one he was, or if he was some sort of neutral aligned one or there were other elemental types that just never got a starring role in any particular story. or in some interpretations the vanir are considered to perhaps be a form of elemental god too, though that’s just an attempt to nail down how exactly they were meant to be different from aesir. Though there are some textbooks that describe loki’s name as coming from fire, that was actually brought up in-universe during one of his adventures where he fought an evil clone of himself named logi, which is the one that actually means fire. and also there was utgard-loki who was an entirely unrelated rival of his, apparantly just because they had the same name and he was pissed about it? anyway other-loki tricked loki into fighting logi who was actually a magic clone made from wildfire, who was by definition unbeatable in eating contests cos fire consumes everything. Also thor had to outdrink a magical ocean guy and got his ass kicked by a grandma that was actually death in disguise and somehow ‘nobody can fight death’ quite literally meant she was a master of suplexes. Also a cat. A cat was there. And they slept in a giant glove. It was a fun myth cos for once thor and loki got their asses kicked and it was kind of a moral about pride and stuff. Damn that other-loki and his gary oak role in my loki life..!!

SORRY SORRY IM GOING OFFTOPIC AGAIN sorry, mythology stuff was kinda my special interest as a kid and i got stupidly pissy about ‘innacuracy’ in something that wasn’t even claiming to be an adaptation, more of a ‘vaguely inspired by the thing’ I guess...

anyway WHAT I ORIGINALLY MEANT LOL is that ‘he never knew he was a monster thing and was raised as a human and got super sad when he found out’ is wildly innacurate and OOC to fuckin everything about this proud-as-fuck magic man who walked around being Aggressively Gay And Trans Erryday and calling odin out on his shit even when he knew he was gonna get his ass kicked. srsly loki never being able to stop being Happy About Himself is kinda what started his actual turn to evil in the myths, he got drunk and couldnt stop telling crude sex jokes and making up dumb rumours about how he was better than all the gods and banged all their wives and also their wives’s husbands btw. And odin was like Hey That Was Even More Loki Than Usual and murdered all loki’s children and locked him in the centre of the earth having his eyes constantly melted out with acid and regrowing and also a snake was eating him and also he was pinned with his dead son’s own guts as chains and also lets punish the wife who wasnt even there and tie her up too forever hugging her screaming hubby and trying to hold the acid out of his eyes with a comically small cup and her increasingly scarred skeleton hands. Because he was rude at a party. Then loki turned evil when he finally escaped and Hey I Think He Might Have Had One Or Two Reasons. Mythology is kinda fucked up sometimes, lol!

... ANYWAY WHERE WAS I, SORRY

loki being a lil emo teen dude who’s sad cos o no i am a monster and my dad never loved me = innacurate, and less interesting than many very interesting things of these myths that i wish they did instead

BUT

if it wasnt a weird attempt to change an already good story then it would be a good story yo!

like srsly there were a lot of particular elements to it that were really distinctive visually and i can see why they ended up being way more popular in fanart even if they were practically never shown again. It was a good idea to give the jotunn more of a distinct physical appearance from the Big Ol Protagonist Gods Of Generic Humanness, that like the one thing they made more accurate than the comics! And the funky blue look is really cool cos its like a fantasy equivelant of aliens, and like.. a cool lookin deep blue that isnt quite the cliche you’d expect for ice guys. And it looks nice with glowy red eyes and those weird patterns like theyre born with tattoos or somethin! And it was an interesting change from the comics to NOT have loki be a half jotunn or anything, he was just a regular jotunn orphan who was ambiguously either spared by odin as the last survivor of the war or stolen away from his real family as some sort of messed up trophy. But just like I Guess They’re Celtic Mythology Changelings Too so he magically ended up looking like a human cos he thought he was one? Which fits pretty cool with his particular magic powers being illusion-based, even though everybody else is all ice guys. (which is funnily enough also myth accurate to how NO OTHER JOTUNNS EVER SEEM TO SHAPESHIFT, GEEZ. srsly its not clear whether its some loki unique power or just a big ol plot hole XD)

And then it added a really cool visual aspect to have basically this guy who was under a glamour his entire life and didnt know it, and gets a really kinda existentially horrifying moment of finding out his face isnt his face?? srsly that was so messed up! you’re standing there and you know this is The Poorly Explained McGuffin That Somehow Powers Up Jotunns I Guess and you’re “dad this is your last chance to stop lying” and HE CONTINUES TO LIE ANYWAY but then whoops u touched the thing and I Guess You Really Was Monsters Poor guy...

BUT THEN MY PONT IS LIKE its so wasted!!! none of that really comes up again after that scene!! and we arent supposed to be sympathetic to loki and he’s just the bad guy and all we get is a twist that he did all his bad guy stuff with the unexpected motive of actually NOT betraying his father but just leading the jotunns to take over asgard and then killing them all and somehow faking being a hero so everyone would accept him back, even though nobody except the dad even knew he was a jotunn and indicated they were gonna kick him out and also why did you suddenly want to murder your brother out of a poorly established jealousy you apparantly always had yet also you still love him and just... uhh?? how was any of this plot meant to work out, dude. Srsly I am SO glad to hear they made his characterization more consistant in the sequels but i really hated the first movie so much i’ll probably never watch them lol. and did we really need to wait like half a decade to get some proper sibling dynamic? im so grossed out by how all the fans of the first movie shipped them and pulled that weird ‘not blood related’ excuse...

WHOOPS IM RAMBLING AGAIN

anyway it sucks that: * we never get to see Cool Blue Monster Loki Design ever again in the film * he’s suddenly evil and does a bunch of shit that doesnt even make sense given the motivation of Sad Because Monster Lies * we dont even get any emotional continuation or conclusion on that one big sad reveal scene that looked like it had so much plot potential * ALL THE JOTUNNS ARE JUST EVIL. At the same time that the film tries to make a moral about loki being bad for wanting to kill them all EVEN THOUGH THATS WHAT THOR DID AT THE BEGINNING * srsly the film starts off with thor being a huge jerk and then he doesnt become more sympathetic until way after loki suddenly turned unsympathetic so we have this void in the middle where we cant root for anyone. and it makes you wonder why they even bothered with SUCH a powerful sympathetic scene for this poor dude! * all the jotunns are evil and just agree to murder all of valhalla for no reason and also none of them even talk except Biological Dad Man, who is also super super evil and doesnt love loki cos Hey We Cant Have Any Complexity Here * also they mixed up the names and called him by myth loki’s mom’s name which I suppose could work if this was the same character who transitioned or something, but this was at a point back when marvel tried to cover up all references to genderfluidity being a literal superpower of loki’s. also they didnt show him having a mum at all and all the female characters were kinda poorly handled so yeah. * loki for no fuckin reason stays loyal to odin even though he just learned he was kidnapped as a kid and has been raised to want to kill his own home village like seriously what the fuck * last minute out of nowhere backstabbing of personalityless evil jotunn dad and yknow.. like the million bazillion jotunns who were all (as far as we know) super happy to have their presumed dead prince come back and perfectly nice to him as a family. like seriously could you not have at least established that they were jerks to him in.. some way? WE SAW SO MUCH OF ODIN BEING A TERRIBLE DAD UNTIL NOW. And he was supposed to be sympathetic! and his last scene up until now was being called out on lying to his adopted son for a bazillion years and the question of his goddamn motives was left wide open so we dont KNOW if he was sympathetic or not, geez! if you cant bother to establish why loki should side with odin then at least establish why he should want to murder his entire biological family right after they ACCEPTED HIM INTO THEIR HOME. They were shown being evil in that they wanted to invade asgard, yeh, but also your protagonist’s main goddamn struggle is about wanting to invade jotunheim and like apparrantly everyone’s being doing this for a bazillion years and there’s not even the slightest hint who started the damn war in the first place... * Don’t kill jotunns thats bad, loki is bad for doing that. But also all jotunns are bad and we can kill them anyway cos they invaded first. Yknow.. due to loki tricking them specifically to kill them. And them believing him cos he’s Kinda The King’s Presumed Dead Son And Seriously Why Does Nobody Talk One Way Another About Whether They’re Happy Or Not That He’s Back * did loki and incorrectly named king guy even have a single sentence together that wasn’t ‘mwahaha we shall Plot Device to Evil Invade’? not like five seconds of ‘fuck i missed my son’ or ‘its awkward to bond again with a son that grew up without me’ or even ‘what was it like to be trapped with our mortal enemies that we all assume are evil and kidnapped you’  * LIKE ACTUALLY WHY WAS THAT NEVER BROUGHT UP? the jotuns didnt fuckin know that loki got adopted by a guy and raised as a human! did any of this make sense from their perspective?? were they not even slightly suspicious when he didnt tell them where he’d been for all those years and also spent all his screentime staying in human form and never showing off that cool special effect evr again?? didnt anyone think maybe he was just an asgardian lying to them? and did nobody recognise him as the son of their mortal enemy and think that was a way bigger reason he might be lying, or even a reason not to trust him even if he was indeed a jotunn with an identity complex...? or hell, did he NOT EVEN TELL THEM HIS BIG BACKSTORY MOTIVE??? did they just think Hey Some Random Asgardian Wants To Betray His Own Kind, That’s Not Suspicious In Any Way? i mean at least that would explain about why Dad 2; The Redaddening literally never mentioned being his damn dad or showed any emotion except Generic Evil... * Anyway none of this matters cos we killed all the jotunns in a justified way even though killing the jotunns is why loki is the bad guy, and then we do some sort of magical segregation power to cut off the path between the worlds so like.. the 5% of not dead guys over there can never appear again and we can have some sort of weird sense of moral high ground. Also loki falls off a cliff and dies, but obviously its a fakeout for the sequel, The End

THINGS THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN REALLY COOL TO DO WITH THIS PLOT INSTEAD MAYBE: * like fffuckign show goddamn Loki Real if you bothered to invent a new design for the jotunns looking not like humans in the first place... * hey actually explore the kind of existential horror stuff of finding out your preconceived notions about some other realm’s citizens being Inherantly Evil Monsters are all wrong and also you were one of them all along * also like.. actually commit to the plot of them NOT being Inherantly Evil Monsters. like seriously i guess loki was the only not bad one cos he was raised as an asgardian?? and then he immediately switches sides as soon as his orignal nature is revealed, so i guess not. >_> * like man there’s fifty bazillion ways you could have handled trying to stop a war between two sides where neither is evil, and like seriously the dude who’s part of both works could have been the symbol of peace who did that... * also minor note but why is every other jotunn identical and never speaks except loki and Evildad Plotdevice, thats really fuckin stupid * srsly imagine if they had any form of established culture or civilization or anything instead of just Standing In A Field, Being Vaguely Menacing, With No Houses Even Nearby. like srsly their whole world is just generic jrpg dungeon tundras i guess... * imagine all the plots that could come from Not Villain Plot Loki getting to go visit this other country of the monster folks and get a first hand experience on how the citizens live and how they’re not just all enemy soldiers with no damn personality or motive beyond Bad Hatewrong The Anger Things. imagine the fuckin complex plot sads that could come from if he was actually WELCOMED by his birth family and had a dad that had been mourning him for like thirty fuckin years and just wanted to keep him happy and safe. You could have eighty more angsts if the plot of those angsts is Oh Fuck I Was So Wrong About These People And Stood By And Supported This War That Was Killing Them, And Am I A Bad Person Because I Only Found Sympathy For Them After Discovering A Blood Relation? * and like you could still have bad guys, you could have bad guys on both sides who are perpetuating the war and both have to be stopped so this peace can happen. And you can have not bad guys who were suckered in by war propeganda into working for these bad guys, and you have to try and make them reach the same realization that poor loki had forced upon him. * and like.. what if they did explore that one weird throwaway line about not knowing if odin’s motives were sympathy for the last survivor of a massacre, or a desire to steal a kid as a trophy of that same massacre? like maybe odin actually was a war hungry monster back then and his intentions were cruel in kidnapping this kid, but he realized what a horrible mistake he’d been making with his life when he began to see the kid grow up and have just as much of a complexity of emotion and potential for goodness as any of his own people. And the reason he never told loki his past was not because of Plot Device but because of shame for his original motives in this whole sad affair, and guilt in feeling that he could never undo what happened. like ‘oh god maybe the boy will be happier if he never knows he had all the stuff he lost because of me’. And thats also why he could seem distant like he doesnt love him, its feeling like he doesnt deserve to experience this kid’s love after he’s coe to realize the true atrocity of what he did to him.. * and also i dunno maybe the two dads could get At Least One Scene of Actually Talking Together and resolve some damn things... * could even be sad if odin like.. wants biological-dad to kill him so he can atone for his sins, and loki goes bursting in at the last second like WAIT NO ITS A TRAP HE’S TRYING TO COMMIT SUICIDE DAMMIT and then we find some way to resolve a plot that isnt Action Scenes And All The Bad Guys Die A Lot * also fuck i dont know if u want a ship of monster dude and not monster dude then do the two dads instead of a guy and his adopted brother, thats just gross * also MORE SCREENTIME FOR THE CUTE AND COOL MONSTER LOKI DESIGN. like yo you cant have any form of plot about accepting yourself unless you show his true form like.. more than once. as far as i know it never appears in the sequels even after they give him his super overdue redemption plot :/

^ Dat’s Pretty Neat

srsly it sucks that this is even the only damn screenshot i could get of it like fuckin 0.4 seconds of one damn movie, never shown again

its funny how just by googling it you’ll get like fifty bazillion edited screenshots of what if he stayed that way for the rest of the film and also the sequels and also a bazillion fanarts and fan jotunn ocs and like seriously fuckin EVERYONE likes the cool blue elves design, marvel, use it more often!!

look at this really great fanart by this artist here I can’t say any opinion on the rest of their art tho cos they seem to be one of those people that ship him with his brother.. sigh... >_> still drawing terrible ships elsewhere doesnt make your other art any less talented! thank u for blessing us with Casual Monster Man Knows He Is Cute BECAUSE MARVEL IS TOO COWARD TO DO IT

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Girls with a butler-like s/o

This was in the ask box for a while and I just started working on it reallllly slowlyyyyyy.... Whoops.....anyway apologise for the delay and hope you like it! >Mod Ouma (Gonna post the ask photo later) Iruma Miu -Well....its her kink? -Maybe? -??????? -Anyway,possible NSFW prompts aside, she would DEFINITELY pull perverted jokes the moment you called her master -Every day,you would always prepare coffee and food for her and she rarely does the chores -And every night she finishes working on her invention, there would be a small tray of delicious snacks and a warm drink on her bed with a cute lil' ol' note(what it says is up to you) -Whenever she accidentally falls asleep while working on a new invention, she would always wake up with a blanket over her -When she finds out that it was all your doing, she would definitely find a way to repay you -Perhaps an invention that allows the user to rest yet do the chores at the same time? Kirumi Tojo -Well.....this is an interesting pair. -The both of you always call each other 'master' -One master serving the other Servant Wars Coming soon to a servant near you -Both of you would quarrel over the smallest things. -Like who's gonna wash the dishes, do the laundry, etc. -Probably gonna try to drag another poor soul in the fray just to prove who's a better helper -In the end, you guys would just do the chores on alternative days. -Good end -then again.....imagine both of you rushing to see who can clean half of the house the fastest....rip house Angie Yonaga -She'll say that its god's will that you call her master and say that god would want you to call her master from now on -Would ask you to join her in her daily prayers and some other stuff -Once she finishes one of her projects and she falls asleep on the spot -and when that happens, she'll wake up to an EXTREMELY clean room with everything back to the same spot and her project untouched -she'll also have a blanket over her.....with a tray of food on her lap Thats kinda overkill s/o -Lets not forget about the blood sacrifices! How muchu wanna give???? Maki Harukawa -Lets just say....she's not used to it cause of her past as a orphan and always needing to do things herself. -But she likes it....some of it -Doubt she's fine with you calling her master but she's likes to help with the chores and cooking -However, enough was enough -If you take things too far(you might've made maki sushi as a joke), she'll get annoyed and tell you off -Other than that, she'll make sure you get enough rest and that you never push yourself to hard Tenko Chabashira Oh dear -Would be VERY flustered when you call her master In fact, She'll be so flustered that the room will literally start warming up. -So you decided to only use that nickname whenever you were cold and needed a heater. -Tenko appreciates all your hard work around the house though! -...but you don't need to help her in training s/o ....... ...s/o? What are you doing with that bottle of water? S/O NUUU DON'T PASS THAT TO HER WHEN SHE'S-.....training.... -Now Tenko has to deal with an unconscious s/o -.......And from that day, S/o never went near Tenko during training again Yumeno Himiko -She doesn't mind the nickname but she'd rather go by the nickname 'Master Mage' -Is VERY grateful to you for doing the chores on a daily basis when she can't -AND for making the food(even though she insists she can use her magic to summon food for free) Tsumugi Shirogane -Lets just say.....she's willing to be called master and roleplay with the cosplay and everything So are you gonna be sebby or claude? -Anyway, she'll prepare maid/butler outfits for you when you want to clean the house or just want to wear it for fun -now that I think bout it, both of you could dress up as maids/butlers and clean the house together -how cute~ Kaede Akamatsu -Would be kerfuzzled -Why are you calling her master?????????? -It'll take her her 3 days to get it if you didn't tell her why -3 DAYS DAMMIT Google why is my lover calling me master? Oh god the results will corrupt her KAEDE IT ISN'T A KINK I SWEAR- -she'll always try to help you with your chores and cooking of the food after she finishes practicing! -...only to end up failing cause she always finish practicing after you already prepared the meal and finished all the chores