#also she probably would have an even harder time relating to the suffering of the denizens of hel

[aimasup]

Business partner doodles

very much business yes

[nakylvr]

Hi can I request a Daniela from katseye with fem reader where she has a crush on the reader but thinks that she’s dating one of the other girls. Like with angst but a happy ending. Also I love your work!!

why yes of course 😋 i love daniela so much and this is a great req thank you so much!! 🫶 i think i got a bit carried away, sorry!

— MISCOMMUNICATION

daniela avanzini (katseye) x fem!reader

summary: daniela has a crush on you but thinks you're dating one of the other girls, which causes some miscommunication between you two leaving you both confused

warnings/tags: language, angst with a happy ending, they both are dumb and oblivious, wingwoman lara cause she's a real one, lots of miscommunication, none of them are idols just a group of bffs

wc: 3.5 k

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daniela wasn't the best at talking about her feelings. to be more specific, romantic feelings. she could discuss her normal feelings but as soon as romantic emotions were brought up, she would be unable to say a word. when she had a crush it was only worse, leading her to not even wanting to discuss anything love related while she had feelings for someone else. she wasn't scared, exactly. for she didn't know what she was feeling. it was hard for her to understand.

daniela has had a crush on you for some time now. she knew she did from the very beginning, she just tried to ignore it, believing it would go away if she didn't think about it. that didn't work. because the more she was around you, the harder she fell for you. you were close with all the girls including daniela, but there was a slight problem that kept daniela from saying or doing anything. 

she genuinely thought you were with sophia. 

you and sophia had known each other prior to meeting the other girls, and you two were extremely close, practically acting like a couple whenever you two were together. while daniela never heard any official words like the two of you saying you were dating or saw any quick kisses of any sort, she thought it anyway. you two were always together, called each other loving petnames, and did pda that neither of you would do with anyone else. so, she suffered in silence alone for a while. 

it was rough for daniela, especially when all the girls hung out together. she would stare from afar with sad eyes whenever you were with sophia, because in her mind she knew she wouldn’t stand a chance, so she didn’t bother even trying. she kept her feelings inside, dwelling on them alone instead of talking about them, even with the other girls who she knew would undoubtedly support her. she kept it a secret the whole time, nearly wanting to die in the process the more she was around you. 

you two were close, but not as close as she wanted. you didn’t know that, though, for she never once showed those kinds of feelings towards you. you thought she purely saw you as a friend, and while you weren’t completely okay with that, you didn’t say anything that could change everything. 

the silly thing was, you had a crush on daniela for nearly the same amount of time as hers on you. however, you didn’t realize how your closeness with your best friend sophia could be seen to other people, looking like a couple when both of you agreed you would probably kill each other if you were actually dating. this caused some problems that you didn’t notice. you failed to notice the few signs daniela showed that expressed she liked you. you didn’t notice the longing stares while you were talking with others, you didn’t notice her trying to initiate more serious conversations or physical touch with you, and you didn’t even notice the difference in the way she looked at you versus the others. but, she also failed to notice yours. 

there were a few conversations you two had that almost led to confessions but something would happen which resulted in it never coming out. there was one specifically that made daniela think that maybe just maybe she would have a chance. 

you were sitting on the couch at lara’s house, looking at your phone as you scrolled aimlessly on instagram. all the girls were there to hang out and have fun, but you had been exhausted recently and didn’t want to get caught up in the usual loudness that happened when you all hung out together. so, you were sitting there on your phone, not noticing daniela looking over at you for a decent amount of time before she eventually walked over to you. 

“hey,” is all daniela says to you. 

you look up from your phone to daniela and a small smile forms on your face. “hey,” you say in return. 

there’s an awkward silence that fills the air between you two, and you both can feel it but are too scared to do anything about it. 

“you okay? you’ve been sitting here alone for the past like, hour,” daniela speaks again, a faintly worried expression on her face. 

“mm,” you hum, shrugging your shoulders. “i’ve just been exhausted i guess,” you admit. “but, i didn’t want to not hang out, so i still came.” 

daniela takes the seat next to you, leaning back into the couch as she glances over at you. “has something been happening? or do you just mean in general?” she asks. 

“just in general,” you answer, putting your phone down next to you. “life is kinda a lot right now.” 

“i get that,” daniela nods, agreeing with your words. she doesn’t know what else to say, struggling to find the words just from sitting next to you. she has never felt more awkward around someone else in her whole life, and she wished the ground would just swallow her up so she wouldn’t have to deal with it anymore. daniela feels a sudden weight on her right shoulder, and she glances over to see you resting your head on her, making her eyes slightly widen and her cheeks flush pink. her whole body freezes and she isn’t even sure if she’s breathing at this moment. 

“i’m really grateful to have you around, y’know,” you say quietly, but loud enough for only her to hear. 

daniela’s face heats up more at the barely audible words coming from you, and she swears her heart is going to beat out of her chest if you say anything else remotely like that. “i’m grateful too,” she says slowly so she doesn’t stutter or show how nervous she is. 

you reach for one of her hands and hold it in yours, cherishing the warmth of her skin radiating onto yours as you talk again. “i hope we can be around each other for a long time, dani. i would really like it.” 

daniela is sure she’s going to pass out any moment now. with your hand now holding hers and the words leaving your mouth, the nickname she only lets you use, she was definitely going to. “i-i would like that also,” she replies, mentally cursing at herself for stuttering like a loser. she can feel your breathing change as you lean against her, and when she looks down at you for the second time, she realizes you’re asleep. her eyes go wide again and her face turns even redder when she realizes this, and she’s not sure what to do as she sits on the couch. 

daniela looks over at manon who is already looking at you two with a grin plastered on her face and phone out facing you both to take a picture and she mouths ‘what do i do?’. manon simply shrugs, taking the picture and giving a thumbs up to daniela. “i dunno, but you got this!” she says encouragingly. 

daniela rolls her eyes at manon’s response and watches her walk away back to where the other girls were. she looks down at you again and lets out a short sigh. “i guess i’m staying here,” she mumbles to herself. 

unfortunately for daniela, you never spoke of that conversation after it happened. she thought maybe she pushed it too far even if it wasn’t that big of a push, and so she started avoiding you. she didn’t respond as fast to your text messages, she wouldn’t look you in the eye when you were hanging out with the girls, she would make up excuses to leave so she wouldn’t have to talk to you. she thought she fucked up if you didn’t want to talk about that moment of sincerity between you two. 

meanwhile you had thought you did something wrong if it meant daniela started avoiding you. you had thought you made her uncomfortable with your words that day and that that’s the reason she was avoiding you, so you didn’t do anything. you didn’t confront her about it, too scared that she would admit you made her uncomfortable and didn’t want to talk anymore. there was an even worse awkwardness between you both that all the girls immediately noticed and decided to try and help the best they could. 

“what if we did something to make daniela jealous?” manon suggests to the other girls. 

“would that even do anything?” megan responds. “i’ve never seen her get any type of jealous.” 

“maybe not jealous, but she stares like a kicked puppy whenever yn and sophia are together,” lara says. 

“i could try something,” sophia speaks up. “yn and i are already close, so i’m sure if i did something extra it would make her jealous.” 

“is this a good idea?” yoonchae pipes in. 

“possibly not, but i can’t stand this miscommunication between them any longer,” lara replies. 

“agreed,” they all say. 

so, later that night the girls brought (forced) you two to attend a party with them. daniela was standing in a corner with lara, looking as if she wanted to die inside just being at the party while you were talking with sophia on the other side of the room. 

“lighten up a bit, daniela! this is a party,” lara says to daniela over the loud music. 

“i’m not having fun,” daniela responds in a blank tone. she takes a glance around the room, not noticing the hand signal lara gave sophia while you’re back was turned, and when daniela’s eyes land on you and sophia, they narrow into a glare. 

sophia has an arm wrapped around your waist, leaning close to whisper something into your ear and you laugh, gently shoving her as she presses a quick kiss on your cheek. daniela feels a mix of anger and sadness as she watches unaware of the other girls trying to see what will happen. she misses lara doing another hand signal of sorts to sophia who decides to go to plan b after seeing daniela do nothing. sophia’s arm remains around you as you two talk, and she pushes some of your hair out of your face and turns so her head is blocking your face, making it appear as if you two are kissing but in reality, she is still just normally talking to you. however, what daniela thought she saw made her immediately start stomping off in a random direction somewhere to get out of the house. 

you catch daniela storming off out of the corner of your eye and quickly tell sophia you’ll be right back before hurrying after daniela who made her way outside of the house onto the porch. 

“hey!” you call out, following behind her. “are you leaving already?” 

daniela stops in her tracks as soon as she hears your voice, and she simply just nods her head. 

“why?” you ask when you reach her, standing in front of her. 

“i didn’t even want to come,” daniela answers. “why did you even follow me?”

“what?” you let out in response to her question. “because, you looked angry and i wanted to make sure you were okay.” 

daniela scoffs and shakes her head. “just go back to sophia. don’t worry about me,” she says. 

confusion grows on your facial expression at her words, not sure where this is suddenly coming from. “what are you talking about?” 

“nothing,” daniela shakes her head again, her eyes not even meeting yours. 

“no, you don’t get to do that,” you say in a more serious tone. “you don’t get to just say ‘nothing’ after avoiding me for weeks. what is going on?” 

“nothing,” daniela repeats. 

you bite your tongue from saying something you don’t want to say, and instead just nod your head. “fine, then,” you say, making daniela finally look at you. “fine. i won’t bother trying anymore. you won’t tell me why you’re avoiding me, so i won’t try. i don’t even have a general idea why you’re acting like this but, do what you want. just…just leave me alone unless you’re going to apologize.” you finish, letting out a sigh and shaking your head before starting to walk back to the house. 

daniela stands in silence as she watches you walk past her, and she reaches her hand out and grabs your arm. “yn, wait!” she says quickly. 

“don’t bother, daniela,” the scoff you let out matches hers that she did earlier in the conversation that makes daniela want to cry. you pry your arm out of her grip and walk back inside the house. 

daniela stands outside for a few minutes in silence, before mumbling curses under her breath and hitting herself on the head for what she did. “fucking stupid, stupid, stupid,” she mutters to herself.  

needless to say, that plan didn’t really work. in fact, it made things worse between you two. the girls realized it the day after when they all went to hang out and you and daniela didn’t even say hello to each other. they knew then that their plan didn’t work and they instead fucked it up more. the girls didn’t know how to fix this. there was a tension in the air whenever you and daniela were in the same room, and it was evident neither of you were going to talk to each other anytime soon. 

it wasn’t until daniela was talking with lara one day that she was told you weren’t dating sophia, and she was shocked needless to say. it’s also when daniela realized just how badly she had fucked up. 

“y’know, if you have a crush on her you should just say it,” lara says to daniela, sitting next to her while on her phone. the two were in lara’s room and daniela had finally just admitted that she had a crush on you, to which lara was trying not to react too much to make it like she didn’t know even though it was incredibly obvious. 

“i can’t do that! are you crazy?!” daniela immediately responds in an exclamation. “she’s with sophia, why on earth would i confess if she’s literally dating someone else?!’

lara looks up from her phone and at daniela with a confused look on her face. “what?” she asks. there was no way daniela thought you were dating sophia, right? 

“i’m not going to ruin the friendship i already have with both of them because my dumbass caught feelings for someone who’s already in a relationship!” daneiala says, throwing her hands up in the air and slouching back against the couch. 

“wait, wait, wait. stop right there,” lara waves her hand from side to side and puts her phone down. “do you think yn is dating sophia?” she asks daniela seriously. she wanted to slap some sense into daniela right now for how dumb she was to think you were dating sophia, but she resisted it and kept it to questioning her instead. 

daniela looks back at lara with confusion on her own face at the question. “yes?” she answers, it coming out as a question. “they are literally together all the time and call each other all those lovey-dovey names and shit!” 

“oh my god,” lara tries her best not to laugh out loud at the thought of daniela genuinely thinking you were with sophia, but a smile pulled on her lips. “yn and sophia aren’t dating, daniela.” 

daniela’s eyes quickly widen in surprise at lara’s words. “are you joking?” she questions. 

“no, they literally aren’t,” lara shakes her head. “sure, they basically act like a couple but no, they aren’t actually dating. they would not work out together if they did,” she lets out a chuckle at the end. 

daniela sits in silence for a few moments, trying to process the newfound information given to her. this whole time she thought you and sophia were together, just to find out you actually weren’t. this was a good thing, she tried to remain positive. this meant she could come up with a confession and hope it works out. 

so, after a week of trying to figure out what to do, she decided to finally talk to you. she tried texting you, but you didn’t respond. so she showed up at your house randomly instead. 

daniela rang the doorbell of your house, standing in front of the door with flowers in one hand and a bag of food in the other. she glanced behind her at the car which lara was sitting in the driver seat with the passenger window down watching daniela. lara gives daniela a thumbs up with a wide smile on her face, shouting to her, “you got this, girl!” which makes daniela turn back around to the door in embarrassment. she waits another minute before determining whether or not she should just leave the items and run off, but then the door unlocks and opens, and you stand there in front of her. 

“oh,” you let out in surprise at seeing her standing there. “what are you doing here? and why do you have those?” you question, raising an eyebrow and crossing your arms over your chest. 

the tone in your voice makes daniela want to curl up in a ball and die right here. she can tell you’re pissed off she showed up unannounced, though technically she did text you and tell you she would be coming, whether you read it or not was another question. she’s sure you could see how nervous she was, but your expression remained blank if you did notice. “uh, well, yo-you said to leave you alone until i apologize so i’m…here to apologize,” she responds anxiously, her eyes struggling to lock with yours. 

“mm,” you hum. “fine,” you say, opening the door wider and walking back inside. 

daniela stands there for a few seconds, quickly looking back at the car behind her before hurrying after you inside. you close the door behind her and walk to your living room without saying a word, and daniela follows behind you to the couch. 

“uh i got you some food from that expensive place we got when we all went out for your birthday,” daniela says awkwardly, setting the bag of food and flowers down on the coffee table. “and the flowers because i remembered you said you liked them,” she mumbles afterwards. 

despite your initial attempt at being mad at her, the guilty look on her face and evident anxiety in her voice makes that vanish much faster than you anticipated it to. “thank you,” you say, sitting down on the couch. “you can sit, you don’t have to stand there awkwardly.” 

daniela sits down beside you as soon as you say she can, her hands resting on her knees. “i’m uh i’m sorry for avoiding you, and for making you upset with me. i…i won’t say i don’t know why i did it because that would be a lie. i know why i did it. i just didn’t ever say it because i was scared. i didn’t want you to get mad at me when i said it so i never did,” she starts, looking down at the ground. 

“okay…” your voice trails off as you listen to her. “what do you want to say?” you ask. 

daniela takes a deep breath before saying it quickly. “i’ve had a crush on you ever since we met but i didn’t say anything because the whole time i thought you were dating sophia but now i found out you weren’t and all of that was basically for nothing and i feel so stupid now.” 

she says it so fast you can barely keep up with what she’s saying, but when she’s finished your eyes are wide. “wait, you thought sophia and i were together?” you say with confusion. 

“yeah,” daniela mumbles in embarrassment. 

“so you never confessed your feelings for me because of that?” you ask. 

daniela nods her head, still not looking at you. 

you let out a quiet sigh and grab one of her hands which makes her look at you. “i forgive you for avoiding me, but you really could’ve just talked to me about it and i would’ve been honest with you. that reason being because i like you also,” you say, a small smile on your face. 

“you what?” daniela questions, looking at you with shock. “are you serious?”

“yeah,” you nod your head. “i thought you hated me or something when you started avoiding me so i didn’t bother trying to confess.” 

“oh thank god!” daniela exclaims, a smile making its way onto her face. “i was so worried the whole way here thinking you would slam the door in my face which would’ve been so embarrassing but this is so much better.” 

you can’t help but laugh at her words. “well to be honest you immediately won me over when i saw the flowers and food so,” you admit sheepishly. 

“i knew it was a good idea!” daniela says, proud of herself for coming up with it. 

“it was,” you reply. “so, now that it’s established i’m very much not dating sophia and we like each other, do you want to stay the night and we can have a little first date?”

a wide smile is on daniela’s face and she quickly nods. “of course.” 

[2frosty4you]

Hiii! If reqs are open, can I request for all the mercs finding out teen merc reader grew up with very neglectful parents, and is basically a mother to her younger siblings? The only reason she even took up a job as a mercenary is so she can pay the bills for her little brothers and sisters, since her parents are too busy using their money on drugs:/

Mercs find out teen!reader takes sole care of her siblings [Platonic

| All mercs & GN!Reader Platonic | 826 words | Masterlist | Ask/Request |

Hardest thing about this was actually getting a name for it :cry:

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Scout

✧ He says he relates, but in reality he doesn't. His family was filled with successful boys (fatherless) and his mother who they all loved. He sent his paychecks to her every time.

✧ When you explained that you had to take care of your siblings from a younger age over the campfire he became quiet.

✧ Doesn't make a joke, but the awkward air was getting to him.

"so.. how many siblings ya got?"

✧ He only says this to break the ice

✧ After a while he understands why you're always on calls with people, always away on ceasefire and always take any off days you can get (hardly any)

Soldier

"AN AMERICAN CARETAKER SHOULD NOT INTAKE DRUGS FROM THE FRENCH!!"

✧ He's trying, but not hard enough

✧ He offers you one of his extra helmets and his raccoons. He cares for you like a strange rabid dog you found on the street.

✧ Shares his food with you, gives his loyalty to your brothers and sisters with a goofy salute.

✧ Don’t let him meet your siblings unless you want him to get them to dig a trench around your house

Pyro

".. mph?"

✧ They don't understand why your parents aren't using their own money.

✧ They don't understand a lot of what you explained

✧ They'll begin to offer any candies they have to you, not like they weren't already. Protects you a lot on the battlefield and draws pictures for you and your siblings (mostly balloonicorn) 

✧ Would like to meet your siblings though, they've got plushies to share 100%

Heavy

✧ He pats you on the back and nods, he didn't need to mother/father a group of kids but having no father made his family's life harder.

✧ Teaches you some night hearty meals that could feed a battalion

✧ Also teaches you self defense, even if you know it already it's never enough (heavy tells you that like :nerd: )

✧ Also makes you sit and have some time to yourself, he's your 'father' now. No ifs, buts or whys

Engineer

"pardon."

✧ He says, frying pan in hand as he was cooking breakfast. Staring at you like he was going to kill a set of parents.

✧ Tries to keep you safer on the battlefield, not wanting you to suffer more than your family has done to you.

✧ Teaches you to cook, like heavy 

✧ Cooks breakfast for you first, and when you have a rough time its 100% only you getting proper meal.

✧ Will drive you to your family's house, and stand there like a guard as you let him meet your brothers.

✧ Probably would build little contraptions for them and help tutor them.

✧ Loves you like family, including your siblings (not your parents, not at all)

Demoman

✧ He's drunk when you tell him this, he raises his bottle and spits out

"aye, fuck ya parents"

✧ He passes out immediately

✧ If he's sober when you mention it again he's going to be more caring(slightly) and since hes always at least tipsy he'll offer you his bombs like a drug dealer.

✧ If you say yes he'll blow up them and their crackhouse.

✧ Is on the fence about meeting your siblings, he doesn't really want your brothers seeing a drunk, half-blind Scot stumbling around.

Medic

✧ His eye twitches, a large insane smile on his face as he turns to you while having his elbows deep in the corpse of the enemy heavy.

"Did I mishear you?"

✧ He removes his hands from the corpse and comes over to you shaking you like crazy. Ranting about how a teenager shouldn't be caring for small children and asking if you had symptoms for any mental issues.

✧ He's insane, I'm not gonna sugar coat it.

✧ But he is smart and teaches you how to do some basic first aid

'no medic I'm not going to remove any appendices please stop cutting into scout'

✧ Wants to meet your sisters, offers them to play with his birds and offers up some plushies

'MEDIC DON'T GIVE THEM SYRINGES' 'and PLEASE put away the baboon heart'

Sniper

✧ Asks for you to repeat what you muttered and then offers to 'get rid' of your parents (sniper put down the rifle.. and the jarate)

✧ Drives you back and to your family home, is uncomfortable around small children so he's going to 100% either stay in his truck or be leaning against it the whole time.

✧ Don't worry he didn't bring any jarate with him.. Just don't check the truck (please) 

✧ But if he mentions taking care of birds your siblings demand to see them, so they get along well

Spy

✧ He will assassinate them, won't tell you, but it'll be suspicious when your mother dies from an overdoses while having and obvious bullet hole through her chest

✧ Look, he wasn't a father to scout but he'll be a father for you. Better than your last father at least, and a little better than he was to scout.

✧ Teach your siblings french 100%, you won't know until they start speaking it and you're left dumbfounded.

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Posted 1.03.2024 if you see any typos or anything pls tell me!!

[bibliophilicstranger]

Harry/Hermione are more like James/Lily. Not Ron/Hermione or Ginny/Harry(the two ships that everyone wants to convince are like them)

I agree and disagree. I agree that neither Hinny nor Romione resemble Jily, however I also don't think Harry and Hermione are Jily reborn.

Harry and Ginny are only physically somewhat akin to Lily and James, but personality wise are very different. Ginny is far sportier, though she has a quick temper, and also has a bit of a hero-worship streak that Lily certainly never had for James. Like Lily she's popular, but I don't think she's as academic (her Slug Club admission was practical rather than academically based). She was never a prefect, which displays that her grades and disciplinary record was unsuitable for such a position.

Harry, despite Snape's remarks, is not much like his father. He's good at quidditch but he's not as arrogant, he's terrible with women, and he's a leader by necessity rather than by choice. Harry has James' ability to lead, but unless circumstances require it, he doesn't put himself forward to do so (he often goes along with Ron and Hermione's decisions unless there's a crisis/Voldy-level decision). Harry doesn't start confrontations, he tends to react to provocation and will escalate a fight, but he's not going around pranking Draco or Umbridge. Fight Draco after his mum has been insulted, yes, but that's not out of the blue. He asks for Umbridge to be pranked, but that's a practical matter as part of a larger scheme. Harry has a mischevious side, but it tends to come in the form of sly humor rather than large pranks. I also suspect that if Voldy had died in 81 and Harry had experienced 7 normal years, Harry probably wouldn't have broken the rules much at all, unless it was in defense of a friend. Whereas James seems more to have broken rules as much for the fun of it as anything else (though the Animagus/nights out were for Remus, so that is a point in common).

Hermione has more in common with Lily, certainly. She too is tempestuous but kind-hearted, zealous to the point of blindness as times and utterly loyal to her friends. Her academics are more in line with Lily's, as is her background. Yet Lily is portrayed as having a more charming personality; we never hear of her having the same friendship struggles Hermione had. Lily was popular and well-liked beyond just her teachers. Hermione has a much harder time relating to her peers. She has the brains and the ferocity but not the veneer that makes those socially acceptable. It's not a bad thing (personally I'm a Hermione, not a Lily), but it does make their experience of the world much different.

Ron is not much at all like James beyond a few superficial points: they're both pureblood, they both love quidditch, and they're both from Light families. James is somewhat arrogant, a natural leader, and from a privileged background. Ron is neither arrogant nor a leader, and his financial status is well known. Ron suffers an inferiority complex while James is more likely to believe in his own superiority. James is also naturally intelligent and a good student and Ron... isn't. He's not quite as moronic as a lot of fanfiction portrays, but beyond being good at Wizards chess, we don't see much scholarly aptitude from him. Their attitude toward the Dark Arts and Dark Wizards is similar, but James is more confrontational, whereas Ron tends to be reactive. James would start a fight, Ron reacts to taunting rather than starting it. Frankly I also can't see James ever abandoning his friends the way Ron did.

What we know of James and Lily's relationship is little, but we know that after he grew up a bit and started taking life more seriously that they got together and fell in love. They spent six or so years at odds first, so by the time they got together, Lily had probably accepted James as an equal. We know James was smart, so he could probably keep up with Lily to a degree, even if their interests were different. I do think they were partners, that they worked well together. When Voldemort attacked they didn't bicker over who would fight even if both could, James acted to defend while Lily went for Harry. Honestly we know so little about them canonically that comparison is difficult.

I don't really see Hinny as a relationship of equals. I don't think Ginny ever totally loses the fangirlish/looking up to Harry attitude. Harry never looks at her like she's a partner. Ginny doesn't become a fourth member of Harry's group when they become involved and he detaches from her when planning year 7 rather than work with her. She's more an emotional escape than emotional support. I think Ginny's popularity and presumably larger friend group (quidditch team, journalistic collegues) might wear on Harry over time.

Romione has a few more similarities with Jily, but I don't see the same success in their relationship. Ron and Hermione are friends in a way Jily weren't, but their incessant bickering is a source of conflict. Yet the reason for conflict differs. Lily needed James to grow up; once he stopped hexing people for fun and was a little less arrogant, they were able to build a relationship. Ron seems annoyed with Hermione's very character, and she gets frustrated with his as well. Her love of knowledge and bookishness isn't going to change and those seem to annoy him. I also don't see it as a relationship of equals. In Ron, Hermione is never going to have a partner who can keep up with her mind. She's going to always be assertive and he seems to chafe at that.

I don't think Harry and Hermione are Jily reborn, but they do have the potential to have an equally strong relationship in their own way. Harry and Hermione don't have a conflict-based relationship (he was never antagonistic toward her the way Ron was), but a friendship based one. I do think they would be equals and partners: they have a history of dividing labor between them to share the load well. Harry isn't as smart as Hermione, but he's shown more academic interest than Ron has when not around Ron (and might show more once he no longer has Voldy to worry about). Harry and Hermione might need to discuss minor habits they find annoying in one another and how to handle them, but they don't fight the way Jily or Romione would for the other to change.

I don't think Hinny, Romione, or Harmony are Jily reborn, but I do agree that Hinny and Romione are less like Jily than Harmony is.

[sohardlovingyou]

i feel like you have the best Beatles women takes! I love hearing you talk about them. Like any Beatles adjacent women, girlfriends, moms, employees, Apple scruffs... I don't even care what you get into specifically lol but I would love to hear any thoughts you have and here's some questions if you feel like it.

If you had to switch lives with a Beatles-related woman which one would you pick?

If you could time travel with a really good therapist but she can only see one of client who are you sending to her?

Which woman do you most wish was looked at more for her life outside the Beatles than with them?

Who had the best style?

Which one would you want to go on a trip with?

Assuming it's 100% guaranteed to succeed, which woman are you helping to gone girl her boy?

If you had to pick one of them to be your mom which one would you pick?

Do you have Taylor songs or albums that you think match anyone?

Oh, thank you so much! This ask means a lot to me as someone who spends much of her time fantasizing about going back in time to give all these women a feminist lecture🥰 I could be a better boyfriend than any of those men, but anyway here are my answers:

If you had to switch lives with a Beatles-related woman which one would you pick?

I used to talk about this all the time before, but I'd switch lives with pre-Paul Linda in a second. Living in NYC, and working with rockstars, enough money to live my life with no man bothering me. I would probably be a journalist instead of a photographer, but everything else sounds like a dream to me! (this is extremely romanticized but alas). I guess I'm a bit bitter about all she left behind when she married him, lol, because that is the life I would love for myself (even though I understand why she made her choices and truly believe she was pleased with their life together!)

If you could time travel with a really good therapist but she can only see one of clients who are you sending to her?

Love that you specify "only one client" because we know all of them needed the help, lmao. I'm going with Pattie for this one. For all the pain Ringo, John, and Paul caused to their partners, none of them was hurt enough to believe marrying Clapton (🤢) was the solution to their problems. Also, the way she talks in her book about the PTSD she suffered from being married to George haunts me to this day, like. So so so terrible. (I almost chose Cynthia, but unfortunately, i think she was unsavable).

Which woman do you most wish was looked at more for her life outside the Beatles than with them?

This was harder because I think most of them were somehow happy with being "the wife of" or "the girlfriend of". They loved those men so much, and it hurts me because all of them deserved better, lol. Buuuuuut I'm going to choose Jane! It's obvious that she really wanted to have a career and make a name for herself as an actress, and I can only guess how frustrating it must be to be known as Paul McCartney's ex-girlfriend sixty years later.

Who had the best style?

There's only one correct answer to this question and it is Maureen! Yoko gets an honorable mention tho.

Which one would you want to go on a trip with?

Oh, I think I'm going with Linda. Her vacation style and mine might be a little different, but I'm sure it'll be soooo much fun regardless. She looks like she would be up to anything and has so many interesting opinions about any place. Also, she was a Mom so I'm never going hungry, and never not staying in a decent place, lol.

Assuming it's 100% guaranteed to succeed, which woman are you helping to gone girl her boy?

Cynthia. Funny because she would be the last one to agree, but I don't care, I'm giving up my John girl card and making him pay for all the shit he put her through. We ride at dawn!

If you had to pick one of them to be your mom which one would you pick?

Linda, because she has always reminded me of my own mom🥰. (And the way her children speak about her is also the way i speak about my mom lol)

Do you have Taylor songs or albums that you think match anyone?

Better Man!!!! for ALL OF THEM. But also:

Cynthia: Dear John and Tolerate it

Jane: The smallest man who ever lived and Mr. Perfectly Fine

Pattie: Peter and Sad Beautiful Tragic

Linda: King of My Heart and London Boy (the implications!!!), also Renegade

Yoko: Dancing with our Hands Tied and Guilty As Sin

Now I'm wondering if you meant albums or songs that matched their personalities instead of their relationships, but I did the latter because i have those extremely clear haha

[non-cannon]

I've been previously reminded of the idea, what if magic makes Nina or Eddie turn evil, a la Rufus. The last time I thought of it, I concluded that sans magic bs Nina wouldn't turn evil, but she might turn dark. (See here: https://www.tumblr.com/non-cannon/747558446208024576/ive-been-having-serious-thoughts-about-what-if?source=share)

This time I decided to think about what might drive Nina to turning evil on her own, and what that would look like.

I think it starts the same as before. She self isolates to protect others from the chosen one curse, and she ends up alone. At some point she even loses her grandmother. It could be from natural causes, but chosen one related causes sure would speed things up.

Nina ends up alone, for years, dealing with spirits and demons and gods and curses all the while. It wears her down. She gets of fucking tired of dealing with all of it that she eventually snaps. She doesn't turn evil, not yet, she just turns apathetic. She starts saying no, and refusing to engage.

Unfortunately, the gods and spirits and monsters don't leave her alone, and eventually she snaps again. All Nina wants is some peace and quiet, and they won't let her have it, so she'll force it. She'll kill them all if that's what if fucking takes.

There's also a part of her that wants to make sure there will never be another chosen one, so no one else will have to suffer as she has. No one can be chosen if there's no one left to do the choosing.

The gods may be powerful, but over the past few millennia, they've waned, and over the last several years she's grown in power. She's gained knowledge, skills, powers, artifacts and allies. She doesn't necessarily know about the allies. But they're the minor beings that have gotten used to being ignored who were surprised that anyone was willing to hear them out, let alone help them without asking for anything in return. So they help her, partially to repay whatever favor they feel she owes them, but also because who ever broke someone this kind and pure and good, probably fucking deserves whatever is coming for them.

Nina won't accept the help directly, she still won't let anyone get help hurting her, so they find ways to subtly help her. Guiding her to useful artifacts, protecting while she sleeps, ect.

The gods largely ignore her, until she kills her first minor god. Then they start panicking. And while Nina doesn't notice, either because it's so small, or wilful, the domain of the god crumbles, harming and or killing people god of war style. As she keeps killing gods, more of the world starts being damaged and more people die, and Nina refuses to notice.

And for whatever reason the gods can't fight her directly unless she takes the fight to them, and when she takes the fight to them, they die. They try sending curses and hexes at her, but they're the reason she knows how to fight those. One of the more self aware gods muses that if they hadn't so thoroughly used and abused her, she wouldn't have the power, skills, knowledge, or motive needed to kill them.

And they can't stop her. They've already taken everything from her except her life, and she's stopped caring about that long ago. And they've thus far failed to kill her anyway. Eventually Anubis comes up with the idea to take his powers away from her, only to realize that it's much harder to retract curse than a blessing. Not that it matters, Nina's amassed enough power at this point that she no longer needs his power.

Eventually the remaining gods, desperate and scared, decide to chose human acolytes to fight her for them, and the chose the members of Sibuna. Hoping desperately that, despite how many years it's been, Nina still cares about them enough that they can stop her, one way or another

[girldragongizzard]

Chapter 9: The places I fear

When I pass the elevator on my way to Rhoda’s apartment, I press the button and wait for it to open.

Wentin’s not in there.

I take the stairs anyway.

—

I remember when all the adults in my life were a pair of pants and some shoes. 

I mean, there were legs and feet in them, but mostly what I saw were those pieces of clothing walking around. Sometimes it was a skirt or a dress, but in the late seventies and early eighties a lot of women were wearing jeans already. And sometimes an adult would bend down and become a full person for me.

It was during this time that I first stepped over the threshold of an elevator and realized there was a very deep crack there that went down a long way.

And I felt like I was so small I could easily fall through it.

LIke, I knew it didn’t make any sort of sense. I could see that my foot was bigger than the crack. But I also didn’t know. Deep, deep down in my sense of reflexes and instincts, the assessment my brain had was that I was way smaller than I should be and that I should look out for dangers related to my vulnerable size. And that crack was definitely one of those dangers.

Also, there was a monster down there that would eat me if I fell through. Obviously.

So, the first time I encountered it, I balked. And my parents had to urge me to cross it quickly before the doors closed. And eventually, patience failing them, they helped me jump over it, each holding my hands.

And then they talked to me about it, but I was too distracted by the feeling of going up. Which was also alarming in another way, because it felt like I was being pushed down harder, toward the floor, under which was the monster that would eat me.

I silently suffered.

I know I could talk then, because I would blab on and on about my latest dinosaur toys if I ever had one in my hands. But stuff like this, I just couldn’t get out. Not even when grilled by an adult.

But also? That under-the-elevator monster? I grew to want to fight it.

I was safe at home with my dinosaurs, pretending that I was a dinosaur, when I thought about that monster and realized as a dinosaur I could eat it if I wanted to. I could be big enough to do that.

Eventually.

I did get used to elevators as I got older, though. I overcame that fear pretty quick, and then I was secretly proud I could handle the machines. But, in college, before my chronic fatigue had set in, I started going up and down stairs for the exercise, and the solitude.

Nobody else used the stairs. They so rarely do.

—

Going down the stairs takes longer than the elevator. Not because I’m still physically disabled and naturally that slow. I know that if I wanted to I could rush down and get there at approximately the same time, maybe before. Especially with that creaky old lift to compete with.

In fact, with whatever magic it is that I have as a draconic magical girl faerie princess, I could probably literally glide down the stairs as if in a dream. And that’s without shedding my camouflage. Though trying and failing would suck, I don’t think I’d get that hurt.

This human guise feels like an illusion. I can feel my wings against my back and my tail wrapped around me, even if when I run my hands over my hips there’s nothing but fabric and skin and the contours of a somewhat fat woman.

But because I’m reluctant and scared and thinking, I’m taking my time.

—

My first encounter with girl things was when I was four, obviously, when my sister was born.

I didn’t think much of them, because, back in 1978 there weren’t actually many gendered toys for infants. I had a doll named Joey that peed, that was a birthday present when I was 2 years old. My sister got it, with a fresh set of clothes, as a hand-me-down from me almost immediately, even though she was too young for it when she was born. I didn’t care. I wanted her to have it. And she was dressed in the same kinds of animal themed onesies I saw myself wearing in my baby photos. My mom pointed this out to me.

But, one of my aunts gave her a dress with a matching one for Joey. It was the kind of thing that could be adjusted as she grew, too, so she could be put in it for church every Sunday for at least a little while. And Joey wore that dress for the rest of our childhood, even though Emelie, my sister, kept calling him Joey and a boy, because I’d insisted on doing that too. My parents had called him Joey to me, so that’s what he was.

He was not anatomically correct for a cis boy, though, so ever since I learned what trans people were I’ve been thinking of him as a gender non-conforming trans boy. A trans boy who still liked dresses.

I don’t know if the doll still even exists.

My parents didn’t comment much on incongruities like that. At least, not in our early childhood. My sister and I were allowed to mix up gender stuff pretty much as we wanted, so long as it was during play. Not for church, though.

I didn’t really get my internalized misogyny until I started kindergarten. My classmates laid it on thick in the schoolyard. There was only one way to be cool, and that was to be a boy and to like boy things. And I could roll with that. I really liked Starblazers, for instance. And when I tried to sing the theme song, the boys would try to join in, because it was cool.

So, why did I get so heavily bullied from first grade on?

I sure didn’t know at the time. And nobody had any answers besides, “They must have a worse home life than you. They’re jealous.”

Well, the bullies knew.

They called me retarded, a nerd, a gaylord, and a girl. None of which fit me in my mind at the time.

I had a sister, so I knew what a girl was, and I wasn’t that. Even though I already was sort of wishing that I was.

I had no idea what a gaylord was. The word didn’t make any sense, and when I asked what it was they’d just say, “You!”

Nerd came later, around fifth and sixth grade, and it was genuinely my fault. I made the mistake of self identifying as a nerd, after having seen Revenge of the Nerds, and it stuck as an insult. The way it didn’t fit for me was as an insult. I liked things. And apparently, that was uncool or something. What?

Retarded was the earliest insult, and came at me apparently because I’d been held back a year in Kindergarten. Or something like that. But I could see I was just as smart as any other kid in the school, if not smarter (we all thought in terms of smartness back then - no one had dismantled it yet). And I had no idea why I had been held back and got to experience Kindergarten twice. I barely ever even remembered the second year of it. I just got to have fun playing with more kids before homework started being assigned in first grade, and it blurred into the first year as sort of one big year of Kindergarten in my head.

I make that sound like I knew what homework was and had been anticipating it. That’s not how it worked.

I mean that the memories that stuck in my head were the firsts. When looking back, I remember the first few days or months of Kindergarten, and then I remember homework.

And if bullying was the first layer of Hell, homework was the second. Chores the third.

But, still, reflecting on the bullying. Looking back at old photos and home movies and videos, I have since seen some of the things the bullies were probably picking up on to classify me as a target.

I wore clothes with dinosaurs on them through third grade. And after that, I’d discovered dragons, and I went full bore on dragons in a way I’d never done with anything else. To the point that everyone was confused by it. Claiming that I was a dragon magically hidden in the body of a boy probably didn’t help.

Then, also, I never walked or moved right for a boy. I never noticed it myself. Looking at my mom and sister, they had mannerisms that confused me and I thought I’d never figure out or have. It turns out I was already doing them myself, and just didn’t realize it.

A lot of trans girls and women discover that, looking back, they moved like women (or like how society thinks women move) before they knew what they were.

And, when a lot of cis boys and men see that they see it as gay. And because of homophobia, gay is bad.

Which further confused me, when “gaylord” turned into “fag” and “gay” and much, much later, “queer”. Because if anything, if I ever daydreamt about having a partner or getting married, it was with a girl. And if I was supposed to be a boy, that meant I was straight.

But, yeah, I’m gay. Really, really gay. For women. Or female dragons. Or, something. All dragons are female, biologically, apparently, though putting it that way is distinctly rude to Joel, Anurak, and other dragons who are otherwise male. All dragons can lay eggs, according to Chapman, but our reproductive biology is weird. In any case, my sense of attraction is all screwed up and strange now and I don’t fully understand it. At least, not while mating season seems so far off, and all I feel is growing affection and attachment more to humans and Artists than to other dragons.

And I know Rhoda is very important to me.

I feel like I want to see things the way she does, even if I maybe disagree with her sometimes. I want to see where she’s coming from, and what she sees when she looks out at the world, so that I can more easily walk beside her while she gets where she’s going. And maybe help her get there, if she wants the help.

And from everything I’ve observed of humans, while pretending and trying to be human, I understand that’s life partner talk. Marriage thinking.

And it’s super early in our friendship or just getting to know each other, but damn my emotions soar when I think like that.

Same as when I think about Chapman, too.

And when I was a kid, hiding in my corner of the schoolyard, hunched over and anticipating attacks from the other kids, daydreaming about a better world, having a life partner who understood me and who would stick up for me was definitely part of that better world. But having two, if that’s what’s possibly in store for me, would have blown my little mind.

Having two partners while living fully out as a dragon, being able to actually breathe fire, while also being such a girl? Well, despite my physical dysphoria at the time, I would have protested that it was impossible. And that last idea, of being a girl, would have seen me shaking my head and walking away.

I didn’t start roleplaying as a girl online until much, much later.

But there was a book. Or a series of books. They weren’t super special, but they were kind of cute and I liked them.

They were my sister’s books, Meg and Mog, by Jan Pieńkowski.

Meg was a witch who was always trying to cast a useful spell to solve a problem she maybe didn’t need to use magic for, and it would go wrong.

Mog was her cat.

These were little picture books, and I think they were made into a T.V. show that no one I’ve ever met remembers.

I think they fell out of popularity fairly quick. The art was cute but not especially exceptional. Basically stick figures.

But, my sister identified with Mog really fast, and started pretending she was a cat. Maybe as a way of playing the same kind of make believe she thought I was playing when I said I was a dragon. But, lots of other girls had a cat phase.

Anyway, that sort of made me feel like Meg was left for me, though I didn’t feel free to identify as her at the time.

The name stuck in my head.

I expanded it to Meghan in my celtic mythology phase in late high school, and started writing stories about Meghan as some kind of unlikely hero. Meghan the Dragon.

They were supposed to be like forgotten Irish myths, but what I tried to write was very unlikely for that.

When I first created my Tumblr blog, well into adulthood, it was in the hopes of maybe turning those stories into a series of children’s books. And by that point, I was also wishing very much that I could be Meghan.

It’s been a long road of hiding, hesitation, and half started projects that fizzled on the vine. Or whatever malapropism fits best.

It was all malapropisms, metaphorically speaking. Nothing fit right. Not for the longest time.

And even as an adult, I’ve been assaulted on the sidewalk for carrying myself the way I do, even dressed in a T-shirt and jeans and trying to walk as stiffly and masculine as possible. Full beer cans and apples thrown at me from speeding cars.

It never stopped.

Shit. In a way, Säure is continuing the tradition of picking on Meg.

With how screwed up I am about my identity and my orientation, and how I just always seem to be the target of bullies, and being the focus of Säure in particular now, I’m having a hard time seeing what Rhoda sees in me.

But I’m going to have to let go of that doubt and confusion in order to actually listen to her about it. Or just trust her.

And maybe it’s done anyway. Maybe she still wants nothing to do with me and is just being nice now.

—

There’s her door.

I watch my body knock on it, screaming just a little on the inside.

And then I wait.

—

Probably the most embarrassing thing I ever did, or the one that just keeps haunting me, was at the end of high school. Back in 1993.

I kind of sort of had a senior prom date. I’m not going to name her in my story, because I don't want to mortally embarrass her. If she reads this, she’ll recognize the story well enough, she doesn’t need to see a real or a fake name associated with it.

But anyway, for that year, we’d basically just started walking home together. We went the same way for several blocks, and we had a shared interest in celtic music and Irish mythology, and we seemed friendly enough to each other to start talking about it all. And then we agreed to go on a date prom night, without actually going to prom.

I was regularly wearing a wool trench coat at the time, even late into the spring. It might have been in part to hide my body, which I’d hated since I could remember. But also, the way it swayed and blew in the wind behind me kind of felt like having wings.

I was known for it, and apparently she wanted to show off her own cloak, which I’d never seen before.

It was given to her by her grandfather, and was gorgeous with a mantel and everything. Sort of a dark green-gray. I loved it.

But something about the way that she brought me to her house, and the way both she and her mother expressed themselves while bringing it out and insisting that I try it on, I got the impression that she was giving it to me.

It didn’t make sense to me, exactly, but here I was being offered a thing I would definitely absolutely really love that was obviously way too precious and meaningful to her. But, my brain interpreted it as if I was being given this cloak for some reason.

And I don’t remember exactly what I said anymore. But it was something that included “thank you” and expressing surprise that the cloak could now be mine.

She wanted to see it on me, yes, but she was just showing me the cloak. Like, this was her big thing that we had in common. Big impressive dramatic wool outerwear.

And my utterly oblivious slapstick grade misread of the situation has been a wound in my side ever since.

Even now.

The two of them acted so awkward about it. But also, it was done when the cloak went back in the closet, and we moved on.

Well, the date moved on, but I never really did.

I also kind of still wish I got to have that cloak. And that’s part of why the self inflicted emotional wound still feels fresh. I’m so embarrassed and mortified by my own feelings sometimes.

Later, similar but smaller misunderstandings like that would play a role in losing every job I tried to hold.

If I were to try to name a place where my fear of misunderstanding now lies, it would be in my heart.

I sure hope Wentin isn’t in my heart.

—

Rhoda opens the door.

She seems to sigh in relief, but she also looks tired, worn out, and sad. And a little shaky. She’s been crying hard.

Selfishly, I feel like I could use a good cry too, actually. I don’t think I cry at all anymore.

“Meghan,” she says. “Before you come in, I need a rule. I didn’t have it before, but I need it now.”

“Okay,” I say.

“I need this home of mine to be a sanctuary, a place of rest,” she says. “It’s awfully tempting to use it as a place of planning and scheming. But I can’t have that here anymore. I need it as a way to get away from all that. So, no planning or scheming beyond this door. OK? Though, I do reserve the right to make specific exceptions. Got it?”

That seems very understandable to me, though I’m trying to figure out whether she means all planning and scheme, like even making plans for dinner, or what? There’s probably a line.

She’ll make the exceptions. That’s what she just said. I just have to follow her lead. It’s her home. Got it.

In the past, I think I would have continued panicking. Somewhere along the line, I’ve learned some things.

“Yes,” I say.

She almost smiles, but it’s more like just a cessation of stress, and she says, “Come on in, then. I’ll get more tea fired up. And then maybe, after a couple more things I gotta say, we might make our first exception to that whole scheming rule.”

But it’s right then that I start feeling that fucking itch on the back of my neck again!

I’ve got to molt, and it’s just going to dominate the whole night until it’s done.

[hermionc]

have not been able to come on here bc tumblr really brings me back to my 16-24 yr old self and she would be so affected by this. but man. i’m upset and everyone on twitter is playing woke police (as they do) and i really need to just

my one direction era kinda predates this blog actually, i was transitioning away after zayn left bc i felt like the illusion was shattered

been crying on and off the last few days. i feel horrible that he’s gone and i feel horrible for even feeling horrible

the nuance required here is beyond what i could fit on twitter, and to be honest so many people on there are just barely no longer teens themselves they have no idea how to relate to this feeling with me . like they weren’t there . and i’m glad cuz this feeling is jarring

i can’t remember mourning a celebrity before this. which is probably bc i’m only 29. like this just happened so quickly and he was so young i was in shock the first day and was like, oh, just another celebrity death whatever lols thankfully idc anymore. and then the next day the memorial posts started flooding in not only from the other boys - i know they’re grown now but we grew up together and they’ll always be those boys to me - but also from names i haven’t thought about in years - lou teasdale, josh devine, max from the wanted, greg horan 😭

and today i started to see posts from other fans.. people i had connected with over a decade ago. or people i never knew but who went through that experience with me regardless

it hits harder and harder every day. haven’t showered since tuesday. hair is a mess. was scraping by doing the bare minimum at work

now it’s the weekend and i’ll have a chance to catch my breath. or maybe just sit with it some more

liam was one of my first favorites in one direction. i was impressed with his vocal tone and range, i could always pick out his lines because at first he was just more mature and practiced than the others when it came to singing

i remember when he followed me during one of his twitter follow sprees i literally jumped off the sofa with my ipad in hand and started crying. my mom was like what is happening 😭 but she knew it had to do with That band because at that point, in my life, everything was

an escape when my teenage years were filled with so much strife - dad moving out on us after literally trying to kill my mom, brother in and out of the hospital, mom struggling to make ends meet and pay the bills while going to university for the first time in her 40s — on top of just regular teenage shit.

not fully understanding how the csa i suffered as an infant had affected me and attempting to navigate my own sexuality within that. allowing so many men to treat me as an object to be used - sexually, emotionally, whatever - bc that’s what i felt i deserved.

and almost zero support to pick up these pieces. living in shame and dealing with self doubt and downright hatred. until i realized i could find a healthier escape - not sex, not drugs, not rebelling at school - connecting with a community over music and these boys who were offering us a safe space. one direction would be there to help me handle some of the toughest life changes anyone has to deal with. emotional loss of a parent. restructuring of a household. neglect. bullying. hypersexuality. friends suicide attempts

but at the end of the day they were always there with a twtcam or a follow spree or a concert where other fans could post videos

it’s so heartbreaking to think it will never happen again. ever. because he was troubled and on drugs and fucked up from fame. we’ve seen this so many times and the news cycle will move on and life will continue for the rest of us but my god it’s so hard to stomach

someone who once offered you so much support without even knowing - made me smile on days i would have been numb or crying. whose voice comforted me more than anything else at one point.

it’s so fucking hard and complicated i guess is what i’m trying to say. and it hurts. and i don’t use this blog anymore so if you read even part of this — thank you. i love you

[scrion7]

i am. slightly deranged. do not try this at home. Especially on hard difficulty. soulsborne/monster hunter experience is advised.

*I did use the tearblaster to remove the disc launchers and cannons, because I'm not a masochist. Yet, anyway. It could probably be done...

a how to under the readmore, because my suffering should at least be productive to society.

By staying at the Thunderjaw's flanks, you can limit which moves it can do. If positioned correctly, the only moves it can do are the tail sweep, the tail slam, and the single, double, and quadruple stomps.

The tail sweep cannot be punished well with melee attacks, as it is almost always followed up with a tail slam. Long roll through it and DON'T follow up.

The tail slam is your best opening to attack the tail. Quick roll or walk away from it, then punish with a single heavy. Eventually, the tail will be severed, removing the tail sweep and slam from the Thunderjaw's moveset.

If you accidentally end up in front of the Thunderjaw, it can also do a quick bite, a lunging bite, and a charge, depending on how far away you are. The quick bite can be long rolled through and followed up with a heavy attack, but I would recommend using the time to reposition to bait more stomps. Don't roll away from the Thunderjaw, as that invites a charge or lunging bite.

The lunging bite can technically be punished with a heavy attack if you roll with the Thunderjaw, but it often misses. The full charge can't be punished at all unless the Thunderjaw runs into a wall or something. Try to avoid these attacks entirely by sticking to the Thunderjaw's side.

The stomp is the best move to punish. The issue is that the wind ups for the single, double, and quad stomps are essentially identical, and as such the single and double stomps CANNOT be punished with heavy attacks. ALWAYS assume it's doing the quad stomp. The stomp has a far larger hitbox than you might think too, so don't overextend.

To punish the quad stomp, first long roll away from the first stomp, then immediately light attack back in immediately, as it's doing the second stomp. If you are too close to the Thunderjaw's other leg, don't light attack and instead get back in position. If it raises up its leg again to do the quad stomp, long roll away again and this time, punish with a heavy attack followed by two lights.

NOTE: If still attached, the tail has a hitbox during the stomp attacks as it waves around, although the damage is very light. It is up to you to decide if you want to eat the damage and hit the tail during the stomps, or to be more careful and aim for the legs.

The Thunderjaw I fought was the one in Cauldron Zeta. The limited space mostly hurt me, as I got stunlocked multiple times when it stomped me against the walls of the Cauldron with nowhere to roll to. Get an open arena and remove any additional machines first.

I also had on the Nora protector heavy with melee resist coils, alongside a blue spear damage mod. Probably not necessary but nice to have.

I currently do not know if the RoboRex has any disc launcher or cannon moves it can do when Aloy is in the sweet spot. I'd put good money on it not, though. Edit soon to come?

EDIT: Although there aren't any point blank range cannon attacks, Thunderjaws do in fact have a disc attack when you are underneath them. It's very hard to see coming and even harder to dodge without seeing the launchers fire. Take out BOTH disc launchers before trying to fistfight a RoboRex; It can still do disc attacks with only one attached. On a related note, don't melee Redmaw. Talanah, I love you, but she draws aggro and Redmaw ends up charging all over the place. Redmaw's health buff makes it worse. Still doable, but I gave up and froze/disc launchered Redmaw halfway through. Although that does give me an idea for NG+...

[kitkatt0430]

Talk Shop Tuesday: How did your Eobard vs Eobard series first come about?

Eobard vs Eobard (AKA the Herobard series ^_^ ) came in part from curiosity about what the future Eobard was trying to get back to in S1 was like now that he'd altered the timeline so much. Would Eobard's own life even have played out the same way he remembered or would it be different? And if it was different, could the Eobard of this timeline even be considered the same person as the Eobard of the OG timeline?

It also came in part because Eobard has a habit of getting in his own way over the course of the series and wouldn't it be funny if it was even more literal? Eobard isn't getting what he wants because a literal second Eobard is busy getting it all first - his own worst enemy is himself and he doesn't even realize it.

From there I looked back over the DC wikis to refresh my memory on the various comics Eobard backstories to decide how I wanted the new timeline Eobard's life to diverge from old timeline Eobard's. And I quickly decided that of course new Eobard was going to love his brother a lot - in fact part of his identity he built while recovering from his parents abuse would revolve around being a good big brother. Comics Eobard erased Robern from existence, something that EoWells will have done in his timeline, so it was important that new Eobard not only didn't erase Robern but was incredibly close with him.

Gideon was also someone I wanted new Eobard to have with him. EoWells has a Gideon so I wanted to keep that parallel. I wanted this Gideon to have a different origin point, so instead of coming from the Flash Museum via theft she became an AI companion Eobard's parents gave him in an attempt to fix his social development - it both helped with defining the kind of abuse Eobard primarily suffered from his parents - neglect and verbal abuse - but also meant that Gideon had been Eobard's closest companion from a very young age. About nine or ten, not too long before Robern was born, probably given by Eobard's parents as an attempt to 'fix' him before the baby arrived.

With Eo and Gideon - and I think that was about where I started calling him Eo because that became Gideon's nickname for him - established as having been together for so long, it made sense that she was more of a sibling to him than a friend. And Eobard was probably a little bit co-dependent with her and vice versa - Gideon was wary of risking Eobard's life to become a speedster, but at the same time she definitely wanted that because speedsters live longer than regular humans and she wants to keep him as long as she can - so he has a tendency to put his relationship with her first, though Robern is a close second as adults.

Meloni came about because Eobard and Robern needed an adult in their lives after their parents died. I wanted Eobard to still be young enough to need a legal guardian when that happened so it would make sense why he didn't get custody of Robern himself. But also old enough that he was believably college aged (early) and thus wasn't around enough to really see how his parents were treating Robern so the realization Robern wasn't actually the much loved child his parents pretended he was would hit harder after they died.

I picked Meloni to name the character based off the comics character, but while she's got a lot in common with that comics character... she's really much more of an OC with the same name. She looks a lot like Iris due to being a direct descendant of Iris and Eddie's - it took a while to decide on her having a much more direct relation to Eobard and Robern too since Eddie & Iris' descendants would be distant enough relatives that she wouldn't really have a legal claim if she weren't also more closely related to them too. By then, despite being descended of two branches of the same family, Meloni's parents would have been distantly related enough that it wouldn't be a problem of incest/inbreeding for them to have married. This worked since I had already decided pretty early that Eobard & Robern would not be Eddie's descendants, but Malcolm Thawne's (either a brother or a cousin at this point) - with Eddie saving the life of one of Malcolm's kids being the real reason why Eddie's survival is necessary to Eobard's existence and why Edward became a family name for the Keystone branch of the family.

Once I had these four characters built up in my head, I finally started writing the first fic of the series. Eobard and Gideon in the past (to them, present for the main action of the series) about to learn about the Reverse Flash - not included in the new Timeline's Flash Museum - the hard way. That was also when I decided that of course new Eobard would have a very different code name and color scheme, but that the color scheme would be a reaction to not wanting to have anything in common with someone who'd hurt the Flash.

Even when he doesn't realize he's doing it, this Eobard is constantly rejecting the path that would lead to the Reverse Flash existing in the new timeline.

[ildi-dragonheart]

Yosano & Poe friendship my beloved

just had a burst of imagination and now all i can think of is yosano and poe friendship

they have lil get togethers at poe's place where they drink tea and spill tea (mostly about ranpo, their co-workers, and maybe mushitaro)

they're like a little book club of sorts now because they are besties and poe loves to recommend books to yosano and yosano loves reading the stuff that he recommends her

poe also asks yosano for help when it comes to the medical-related aspects of his book like if a person can die from this kind of wound or how long will it take the body to decompose after murder or something like that

yosano ofc loves to help him out and even suggests ideas that could possibly make the mystery harder for ranpo (but they both know that's impossible)

(lol i can also imagine ranpo being unaware of all that happening and when he does find out he becomes this jealous little baby brat because he just found out that yosano is spending more time with poe than him

"poe-kun invited you for what?!"

"he invited me over for tea."

"for tea?! since when was this??"

"uh...a few weeks after our beef with the guild?"

"WHAT")

yosano is also probably the only other person aside from ranpo who can drag poe out of his house so he can touch grass and get some freaking sunlight, especially when he's really deep into his writing and stuff

like she definitely drags him to go shopping with her

karl didn't really take to yosano early on because he probably found her creepy

but after she gave him some yummy treats during one of her first visits to poe, she became #2 on karl's list of favorite hoomans

(poe's #1 ofc and ranpo's...somewhere on that list surely)

ofc yosano loves karl very much.

i headcanon she has a secret love for really really cute and childish things and fukuzawa, ranpo, and now poe are the only ones who know

(that also kinda makes ranpo jealous cuz "akiko i'm right here-")

yosano can also be a bit really protective of poe given how shy and anxious he can be at times

she definitely became his therapist friend who helps him try to overcome his anxiety

in return poe becomes somewhat of a couples therapist because yosano amd ranpo would come to him to rant about the other when they have an argument or something and they needed to stay away from each other to cool off

poe doesn't get paid enough for that

he has heard things he really regrets hearing and shouldn't have heard

he also wonders why they come to him and not someone else like why-

he doesn't even understand romantic relationships that much but they're his best friends who he helped get together so he can stop suffering while watching them pine for each other so-

aroace poe supremacy

poe gives her so many amazing gifts too like

he definitely gave her a really cool and elegent knife set or something because she told him that her current blades were getting dull and rusty during one of their little tea parties once

and now ranpo has declared a gift war between them and it's really just who can give yosano the better gift on her birthday and any gift giving holidays out there

they both know how to skate and they like skating together during winter and ranpo tags along although he doesn't knwo how to and just ends up slipping and falling over the ice

anw yes poe amd yosano friendships i want more interactions between them like now pls asagiri- i have so much more headcanons for them pls- even if it's in the anthology or in wan fjskdhsj i need more

[farewell-persephone]

2, 21, 37, 48 😎

2. One of the most meaningful things someone has said to you?

tried to think of something more specific but just keep coming back to the fact that every time I see my friend Zach he tells me he loves me before we part ways. helps with the feeling that I'm a burden or an embarrassment that I always experience when I'm around anyone, especially this last time given everything that happened.

21. Share a song or two that you find calming?

this is harder than I thought it would be because "calming" kind of implies "neutral" to me and I just don't listen to music that makes me feel neutral. this is probably the closest I can think of. Japanese train nu-jazz

37. A show/game/book someone could consume to know you better?

show: maybe Dark idk

game: Fallout New Vegas

book: Acceptance by Jeff VanderMeer

48. Ah, 48. This question is very important

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart displayed scatological humour in his letters and multiple recreational compositions. This material has long been a puzzle for Mozart scholarship. Some scholars try to understand it in terms of its role in Mozart's family, his society and his times; others attempt to understand it as a result of an "impressive list"[2] of psychiatric conditions from which Mozart is claimed to have suffered.

Examples[edit]

Self-portrait in pencil of Maria Anna Thekla Mozart, from 1777 or 1778

A letter dated 5 November 1777[3] to Mozart's cousin Maria Anna Thekla Mozart is an example of Mozart's use of scatology. The German original[4] is in rhymed verse.

Well, I wish you good night, but first, Shit in your bed and make it burst. Sleep soundly, my love Into your mouth your arse you'll shove.[5]

Mozart's canon "Leck mich im Arsch" K. 231 (K6 382c) includes the lyrics:

Leck mich im A[rsch] g'schwindi, g'schwindi!

This would be translated into English as "lick me in the arse, quickly, quickly!"

"Leck mich im Arsch" is a standard vulgarism in German, euphemistically called the Swabian salute (German: schwäbischer Gruß). Although contemporary German would rather say "Leck mich am Arsch."[6] The closest English counterpart is "Kiss my arse".

Context[edit]

Musicologist David Schroeder writes:

The passage of time has created an almost unbridgeable gulf between ourselves and Mozart's time, forcing us to misread his scatological letters even more drastically than his other letters. Very simply, these letters embarrass us, and we have tried to suppress them, trivialize them, or explain them out of the epistolary canon with pathological excuses.[7]

For example, when Margaret Thatcher was apprised of Mozart's scatology during a visit to the theatre to see Peter Shaffer's play Amadeus, director Peter Hall relates:

She was not pleased. In her best headmistress style, she gave me a severe wigging for putting on a play that depicted Mozart as a scatological imp with a love of four-letter words. It was inconceivable, she said, that a man who wrote such exquisite and elegant music could be so foul-mouthed. I said that Mozart's letters proved he was just that: he had an extraordinarily infantile sense of humour ... "I don't think you heard what I said", replied the Prime Minister. "He couldn't have been like that". I offered (and sent) a copy of Mozart's letters to Number Ten the next day; I was even thanked by the appropriate Private Secretary. But it was useless: the Prime Minister said I was wrong, so wrong I was.[8]

Letters[edit]

Benjamin Simkin, an endocrinologist,[9] estimates that 39 of Mozart's letters include scatological passages. Almost all of these are directed to Mozart's own family, specifically his father Leopold, his mother Anna Maria, his sister Nannerl, and his cousin Maria Anna Thekla Mozart. According to Simkin, Leopold, Anna Maria and Nannerl also included scatological humour in their own letters.[10] Thus, Anna Maria wrote to her husband (26 September 1777; original is in rhyme):

Addio, ben mio. Keep well, my love. Into your mouth your arse you'll shove. I wish you good night, my dear, But first, shit in your bed and make it burst.[11]

Even the relatively straitlaced Leopold used a scatological expression in one letter.[12]

Several of Mozart's scatological letters were written to Maria Anna Thekla Mozart, his cousin (and probable love interest, according to the musicologist Maynard Solomon).[13] These are often called the "Bäsle letters", after the German word Bäsle, a diminutive form meaning "little cousin". In these letters, written after Mozart had spent a pleasant two weeks with his cousin in her native Augsburg,[14] the scatology is combined with word play and sexual references. American academic Robert Spaethling's rendered translation of part of a letter Mozart sent from Mannheim 5 November 1777:

Dearest cozz buzz! I have received reprieved your highly esteemed writing biting, and I have noted doted thy my uncle garfuncle, my aunt slant, and you too, are all well mell. We, too thank god, are in good fettle kettle ... You write further, indeed you let it all out, you expose yourself, you let yourself be heard, you give me notice, you declare yourself, you indicate to me, you bring me the news, you announce unto me, you state in broad daylight, you demand, you desire, you wish, you want, you like, you command that I, too, should could send you my Portrait. Eh bien, I shall mail fail it for sure. Oui, by the love of my skin, I shit on your nose, so it runs down your chin...[15]

One of the letters Mozart wrote to his father while visiting Augsburg reports an encounter Mozart and his cousin had with a priest named Father Emilian:

[He was] an arrogant ass and a simple-minded little wit of his profession ... finally when he was a little drunk, which happened soon, he started on about music. He sang a canon, and said: I have never in my life heard anything more beautiful ... He started. I took the third voice, but I slipped in an entirely different text: 'P[ater] E: o du schwanz, leck mich im arsch' ["Father Emilian, oh you prick, lick me in the arse"]. Sotto voce, to my cousin. Then we laughed together for another half hour.[16]

Music[edit]

Mozart's scatological music was most likely recreational and shared among a closed group of inebriated friends. All of it takes the form of canons (rounds), in which each voice enters with the same words and music following a delay after the previous voice. Musicologist David J. Buch writes:

It may seem strange that Mozart made fair copies, entered these items into his personal works catalogue (in which he tended to omit ephemeral works) and allowed them to be copied. The reason he favored these small and crude pieces in ways similar to his more serious and important works remains a mystery.[17]

Reactions of family and friends[edit]

Historian Lucy Coatman argues that Maria Anna Thekla and Mozart likely had a shared sense of humour, something which she believes has been "discounted throughout much of the historiography on this set of correspondence".[18]: 3  While scholars are not aware of her replies to her cousin, it can be assumed from what is known of their relationship and his continued correspondence that she was likely not offended by Mozart's vulgar references.

In 1798, Constanze sent her late husband's Bäsle letters to the publishers Breitkopf & Härtel, who at the time were gathering material in hopes of preparing a Mozart biography.[19] In the accompanying letter she wrote "Although in dubious taste, the letters to his cousin are full of wit and deserve mentioning, although they cannot of course be published in their entirety."[20] K.A. Aterman suggests that this ambivalence is a result of the "change in the taste and the 'refinement' spreading to, and in, the rising middle class" in the early 19th century.[21]

In the 18th century[edit]

Gottfried Prehauser, an actor of 18th-century Vienna, playing Hanswurst

Schroeder (1999) suggests that in the 18th century scatological humour was far more public and "mainstream". The German-language popular theatre of Mozart's time was influenced by the Italian commedia dell'arte and emphasized the stock character of Hanswurst, a coarse and robust character who would entertain his audience by pretending to eat large and unlikely objects (for instance, a whole calf), then defecating them.[22]

Schroeder suggests a political underlay to the scatology in popular theatre: its viewers lived under a system of hereditary aristocracy that excluded them from political participation. The vulgarity of scatological popular theatre was a counterpoint to the refined culture imposed from above.[23] One of Mozart's own letters describes aristocrats in scatological terms; he identified the aristocrats present at a concert in Augsburg (1777) as "the Duchess Smackarse, the Countess Pleasurepisser, the Princess Stinkmess, and the two Princes Potbelly von Pigdick".[24]

In German culture[edit]

The folklorist and cultural anthropologist Alan Dundes suggested that interest in or tolerance for scatological matters is a specific trait of German national culture, one which is retained to this day:[25]

In German folklore, one finds an inordinate number of texts concerned with anality. Scheiße (shit), Dreck (dirt), Mist (manure), Arsch (ass), and other locutions are commonplace. Folksongs, folktales, proverbs, folk speech—all attest to the Germans' longstanding special interest in this area of human activity. I am not claiming that other peoples of the world do not express a healthy concern for this area, but rather that the Germans appear to be preoccupied with such themes. It is thus not so much a matter of difference as it is of degree.[26]

Dundes (1984) provides ample coverage of scatological humor in Mozart, but also cites scatological texts from Martin Luther, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Heinrich Heine, and others who helped shaped German culture. Karhausen (1993) asserts that "scatology was common in Mitteleuropa [central Europe]", noting for instance that Mozart's Salzburg colleague Michael Haydn also wrote a scatological canon.[27]

Some of the phrases used by Mozart in his scatological material were not original with him but were part of the folklore and culture of his day: professor of German Mieder (2003) describes the Bäsle letters as involving "Mozart's intentional play with what is for the most part preformulated folk speech".[28] An example given by Robert Spaethling is the folkloric origin of a phrase seen above, "Gute Nacht, scheiß ins Bett dass' Kracht", claimed by Spaethling to be a "children's rhyme that is still current in south German language areas today".[29] Likewise, when Mozart sang to Aloysia Weber the words "Leck mich das Mensch im Arsch, das mich nicht will" ("Whoever doesn't want me can lick my arse") on the occasion of being romantically rejected by her, he was evidently singing an existing folk tune, not a song of his own invention.[30]

Medical accounts[edit]

An early 20th-century observer who suspected that Mozart's scatological materials could be interpreted by psychological pathologies was the Austrian writer Stefan Zweig, who amassed a large collection of musical manuscripts. His collection included the Bäsle letters (at the time, unpublished) as well as the autographs of Mozart's scatological canons "Difficile lectu" and "O du eselhafter Peierl".[31] Zweig sent copies of the Bäsle letters to the psychiatrist Sigmund Freud with the following suggestion:

These nine letters ... throw a psychologically very remarkable light on his erotic nature, which, more so than any other important man, has elements of infantilism and coprophilia. It would actually be a very interesting study for one of your pupils.[32]

Freud apparently declined Zweig's suggestion. As Schroeder notes, later psychobiographers seized on the letters as evidence for psychopathological tendencies in Mozart.[33]

Some authors in the 1990s interpreted the material as evidence that Mozart had Tourette syndrome (TS).[34] Simkin catalogued the scatological letters and compared their frequencies with similar vulgarisms from other members of Mozart's family—they are far more frequent. The scatological materials were combined by Simkin with biographical accounts from Mozart's own time that suggested that Mozart suffered from the tics characteristic of Tourette syndrome.[35] His claim was picked up by newspapers worldwide, causing an international sensation, and internet websites have fueled the speculation.[36]

While often discussed, the Mozart/Tourette hypothesis has failed to sway mainstream opinion on this issue. Indeed, German psychiatrist Thomas Kammer (2007) states that the work proposing the hypothesis has been "promptly and harshly" criticized.[2] The critical commentary asserts both medical misdiagnosis and errors of Mozart scholarship.[37] Kammer concluded that "Tourette's syndrome is an inventive but implausible diagnosis in the medical history of Mozart". Evidence of motor tics was found lacking and the notion that involuntary vocal tics are transferred to the written form was labeled "problematic".[2] Neurologist and author Oliver Sacks published an editorial disputing Simkin's claim,[38] and the Tourette Syndrome Association pointed out the speculative nature of this information.[36] No Tourette's syndrome expert or organization has voiced concurrence that there is credible evidence to conclude that Mozart had Tourette's.[39] One TS specialist stated that "although some websites list Mozart as an individual who had Tourette's or OCD, it's not clear from the descriptions of his behavior that he actually had either".[40]

Coatman, who supports a social and philological explanation of Mozart's scatology, has suggested that such retrospective diagnoses reveal a problem with the perusal of letters as a genre. Following ethicist Osamu Muramoto,[41]. she states that "retrospecive diagnosis can be challenged not only on an epistemic level but also on the ontological and ethical ones".[18]: 5  She notes that by projecting modern sensibilities back onto the letters, scholars from a range of fields have "failed to understand the historical context, language usage of eighteenth-century Salzburg, and indeed, the personality of Mozart".[18]: 2 

Scatological materials[edit]

In letters[edit]

Benjamin Simkin's compilation lists scatological letters by Mozart to the following individuals:[35]

his father, Leopold Mozart: twenty letters

his wife, Constanze Mozart: six letters

his cousin Maria Anna Thekla Mozart: six letters

his sister Maria Anna Mozart (Nannerl): four letters

his mother Anna Maria Mozart: one letter

his mother and sister jointly: one letter

his Salzburg friend Abbé Joseph Bullinger: one letter

his friend, the choirmaster Anton Stoll, for whom he wrote Ave verum corpus: one letter

In music[edit]

The canons were first published after Mozart's death with bowdlerized lyrics;[citation needed] for instance, "Leck mir den Arsch fein rein" ("Lick me in the arse nice and clean") became "Nichts labt mich mehr als Wein" ("Nothing refreshes me more than wine"). In some cases, only the first line of the original scatological lyrics is preserved. The following list is ordered by Köchel catalog number. Voices and conjectured dates are from Zaslaw & Cowdery (1990:101–105); and links marked "score" lead to the online edition of the Neue Mozart-Ausgabe.

"Leck mich im Arsch" ("Lick me in the arse"), K. 231 (K6 382c), for six voices. (Score). Composed some time in the 1780s. First published as "Lass froh uns sein" ("Let us be joyful").

"Leck mir den Arsch fein recht schön sauber" ("Lick my arse right well and clean"), K. 233 (K6 382d). (Score). First published as "Nichts labt mich mehr als Wein" ("Nothing pleases me more than wine"). The music of this canon was once thought to be by Mozart but was shown in 1988 by Wolfgang Plath to be by Wenzel Trnka, originally to the Italian words "Tu sei gelosa, è vero".[42] As the editors of the Neue Mozart-Ausgabe note, the work almost certainly should be considered a work of Mozart's, but as the author of the lyrics rather than as the composer.[43]

"Bei der Hitz im Sommer eß ich" ("In the heat of summer I eat"), K. 234 (K6 382e). (Score). As with K. 233, the music is not by Mozart; originally it was the canon "So che vanti un cor ingrato" by Wenzel Trnka.[citation needed]

"Gehn wir im Prater, gehn wir in d' Hetz", K. 558, for four voices. (Score). 1788 or earlier.

Difficile lectu mihi Mars, K. 559, for three voices. (Score). C. 1786–1787.

O du eselhafter Peierl, ("Oh, you asinine Peierl") for four voices, K. 560a. (Score). C. 1786–1787. A slightly revised version, "O du eselhafter Martin", is catalogued as K. 560b.

"Bona nox" ("Good night") K. 561, for four voices. (Score). 1788 or earlier.

[squirrelkiln-art]

Unearthed Revision - Chapter 6 Notes

If you haven’t read Chapter 6 of the Unearthed Revision, read it here! This post is gonna have some behind the scenes details and minor spoilers for the chapter it’s about.

Woof, I forgot to post this. I have art I’m gonna scan tomorrow, hopefully more engaging than these posts. Art is harder for me these days but it’s still fun!

Minor spoilers ahead!

Where to begin. I definitely put off this chapter until last minute, as you can tell by the timing. But I really do like it. It’s probably the most adjusted chapter of the rewrite so far, with a lot more character changes and such.

One of the biggest things I’ve changed is Max in general--as I’ve gotten older it’s really hit me that Max failed Ben in a lot of ways as one of his main parental figures and Ben is going to be facing repercussions because of it. Max isn’t some comical villain or anything, just a man who makes mistakes and falls into old habits.

Part of this is specified when Max makes a decision and no one but Rook--who has the most to lose being a Plumber under his command, but the least personal relation to Max--stood up to him when they disagreed. Gwen even thinks about how she admired the move.

I kinda hated this chapter to begin with when writing. I don’t know, something about it felt off to me. Coming back to it now I feel much more confident in the writing. Also, it’s one of the more extreme rewrites in the way of word count and context.

A small change included me changing the degree to which Rook’s smelling was advanced in comparison to humans. When I first wrote the chapter I think I just googled “Cat smelling compared to human” or something like that, but I changed it a bit to be less extreme. (Rook still suffered tho, RIP.)

Was the lock put in a plastic bag by the perpetrator for any specific reason?

In universe, it was because they needed to act fast and make sure they had all the pieces of the lock to avoid showing a trail, like dropping a component on their way to the garbage bay.

In reality? Nah, honestly. It was just convenience. I don’t know if you all have taken apart relatively simple mechanics like a light switch cover, but the more high tech you get the harder it is to take care of every individual thing. I imagine the Plumber locks are rather complex, so as an author I knew that the lock would be properly ruined if the perp had just tossed it or smashed it. I’ll be the first to admit it was a shortcut.

A thing to notice about this chapter are the steps forward and back at the same time. Yes, they now know that the person who changed the locks didn’t need a particularly high intelligence to use the jammer on the faux look, but now that means they’re low on filters again. To keep the bummer of that realization from lingering, the story provides another prompt to follow instead.

I went through this chapter and the past couple to make sure I kept using “Gwendolyn” and not “Gwen.” Around minute four is when the name “Gwen” stopped looking real to me.

Fun fact. Ben makes sure to use her full name, as she prefers it now, but Max continues to call her “Gwen.” The only time Ben called her “Gwen” is when he was thinking of the past, having needed a pick-me-up in Chapter 3. Perhaps it’s similar for Max, being stuck in the past. (Kevin, however, gets an excuse. They’re dating. It’s a different vibe.)

That’s all for now. It’s late and I have to do work still. If you made it this far, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed.

[simstraitfinder]

Sims 4 traits for Adam, Vox, Lizzy, and Lee? :3

- @saintly-self-shipping

Adam

I picked these three traits for Adam:

Good: These Sims become Happy around Sims with positive Moodlets, can Donate to Charity, become Sad with interacting with Evil Sims, and can Discuss World Peace.

As a just individual, Adam feels good when he feels the right thing is being done, either by himself or by others. He gets suspicious of people that come off as not liking the same.

Self-Assured: These Sims tend to be Confident.

Adam has a lot of confidence and he isn't afraid to show it either!

Party Animal: These Sims tend to enjoy parties and letting every other Sim know by hyping up a crowd and performing party tricks.

Adam adores parties and is probably one of the most energetic partygoers there is!

However, if one doesn't have that expansion, his third trait would be...

Bro: These Sims can Bro Hug other Bros, gain Confidence around other Bros, and become Energized from Watching Sports.

Adam is definitely a "dude bro". He relates to other dudes and enjoys being around them.

Vox

I picked these three traits for Vox:

Loner: These Sims become Happy when alone, do not receive negative Moodlets when their Social Need is low, become Tense around strangers, and become Embarrassed more often by social rejection.

Vox doesn't mind being alone from time to time, if anything he finds he needs the time to reflect and unmask. He also dislikes strangers and can take social rejection harder than some.

Evil: These Sims become Happy around Sims with negative Moodlets, can Laugh Maniacally and Discuss Evil Plans, and become Angry when interacting with Good Sims.

Closest I could find for Vox being a villain for the side of good. I think it's fair to say he enjoys evil laughs and schemes. He also does enjoy the suffering of those he believes deserve it. Overly good people can also intimidate him.

Romantic: These Sims tend to be Flirty and may become Sad if they don't have any Romantic social interactions for a period of time.

Not only is Vox flirty, but he feels most energized when flirting with others.

Lizzy

I picked these three traits for Lizzy:

Cheerful: These Sims tend to be Happier than other Sims.

Lizzy has a positive attitude in everything she does!

Outgoing: These Sims gain powerful Moodlets from Friendly socialization, have their Social need decay quickly, and gain more negative Moodlets when their Social need is low.

Lizzy loves talking to others and is an absolute social butterfly!

Adventurous: These Sims seek out new and unique experiences.

Lizzy isn't afraid to try out new things, so long as she believes it'll be fun.

However, if one doesn't have that expansion, his third trait would be...

Good: These Sims become Happy around Sims with positive Moodlets, can Donate to Charity, become Sad with interacting with Evil Sims, and can Discuss World Peace.

Just like Adam, Lizzy fights strongly for what is right and does her best to ensure justice prevails.

Lee

I picked these three traits for Lee:

Loner: These Sims become Happy when alone, do not receive negative Moodlets when their Social Need is low, become Tense around strangers, and become Embarrassed more often by social rejection.

Lee enjoys being by himself and can find social interactions overwhelming.

Creative: These Sims tend to be Inspired, can Share Creative Ideas with other Sims, and may become upset if they're not creative for a period of time.

Lee has a lot of creativity and ideas, even if he's sometimes shy about sharing it.

Gloomy: These Sims tend to be Sad, can Share Melancholy Thoughts to other Sims, and while sad, gain a boost to their Creative Skill.

Lee can be quite gloomy at times, and has a bit of a melancholy personality.

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Live through this

If you asked me what album was the most important in becoming the person I am today, I would not hesitate to say Live through this. The album, which turns thirty this week, has been a part of my life for literally longer than I can remember. My mom has been a fan of Hole since they first began getting big in the early nineties. She would play the album whenever she cleaned the house, usually with me in tow. I remember sitting on her chair watching the music videos for “Violet”, and “Doll parts” before I could read. It wasn’t until middle school that I began listening to Hole independently of my mom, and could appreciate the music for myself. Live through this is an album for every feeling I had as a teenage girl. It’s an album for when you dont understand your place in the world, and for when you are all too aware of it. Every part of the album has meant so much to me at different times throughout my (albeit short) life. it's an album for when youre angry, depressed, confused, lonely, and all the other terrible feelings experienced throughout life. It's an album to turn on when you want to feel understood, or feel like someone else gets it. It doesnt shy away or ignore the harder parts of life, but rather gives a voice to the feelings that arise throughout those times. Even as I have aged out of my teenage girl angst, I still find myself listening to the album pretty much weekly. It has stuck with me throughout the years, and has a song for whatever emotionsI am currently dealing with. 

I’m not going to try and defend Courtney love. She's certainly an interesting person with a rather colorful personality. But she created an amazing album, and growing up it felt like she was the only artist that really understood the suffering of the teenage girl. You can understand her emotions as you listen to the album, which just makes it all the more powerful. Even the songs written about the rather unique experiences throughout Courtney’s life allow you to understand, and relate to her struggles. 

The release of live through this  was not witbrought on a swirl of rumours that it was ghostwritten by Courtney’s then husband, and Nirvana frontman, Kurt Cobain, who had also committed suicide a week before the album was released. He did provide uncredited backing vocals on two of the songs, asking for it, and softer,softest, but multiple people, including Love herself have dispelled rumors of him ghostwriting over the years. Although Live through this is 30 years old, it feels timeless. It is an album that has been enjoyed by teenage girls of the past, present, and probably the future. 

It's also worth mentioning in 2009, the movie Jennifer’s body, named after the fifth song on the album premiered. Starring Megan Fox and Amanda Seyfried, and featured the first song of the album violet. It always bothered me that Megan Fox never wore any of the outfits shown on the promotional materials in the actual movie. Totally different wardrobes!

xoxo sleepzo

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It Can Always Be Worse...

We're not homeless. That's the extent of what is "good" right now. That fact along with one bright moment of the year I was happy to be a part of, this year has easily been my worst in my time on this earth. It's not even close.

I'm no stranger to job gaps or life just happening because who isn't? However, truly this year has been little to no time to recover. I'm thankful for my local and online friends for times in which were exceptionally hard mentally but the sad part is, they have continued to be. I'm also thankful for the support mentally or in some minor cases financially for my mother. She's listened to a good portion of my horseshit this year that I wouldn't think of burning my partner with or really want to bother friends with either. I'm...not as sad as I feel I should be, but deeply depressed. It's been hard to feel for much. My partner has struggled a good part of this year as well. How we're still in this together I truly wonder sometimes but we haven't given up and somehow managed to pull off a successful visit with her daughter. As the non-biological father (and not a high bar to cross) to compete with the blood borne one (couldn't help myself here), she opened up to me and seems to have accepted me as well. Outside of select convos that I believe are pushing my partner and I in the right direction, I want to go back to a period in which we can thrive again.

There are others too struggling...but it is harder for me to relate when there is more of a support net or lack of responsibility overall is part of the equation. I don't want anyone to suffer but what suffering is there truly with little or no consequence. I think many of us take this for granted. Doing the thing as they say, isn't always as simple as we'd like it to be. Financial and/or health concerns can easily make the simplest tasks a problem. I'm mostly healthy but...there's quite a bit of typical checkups and other visits I literally haven't done in a decade. I was hoping for that to be the thing that changes towards the end of this year and breaks the curse before years end but here we are with only none days left in it.

It's hard to imagine worse but I know there is. That isn't really hope to push forward but a way saying what goes down just come up...eventually. You can't flex assets. People don't care or it is out of reach. Probably best you don't anyway. Suddenly people may get interested in you for the wrong reasons. I don't want to flex material items and this year it has been easier than ever not to do so, although I rarely do. I would like to flex a financially free lifestyle in there in the future and in the more immediate future to just be comfortable again. I don't need anything to change...except my paycheck. That can always grow because I'll keep living the same way regardless of income. I have the discipline...I just need the chance. The opportunity. It's out there somewhere. Broken, beaten, and scarred along the way...I'm still looking. I seek a better life for our home. I can't give up. Tell someone you love them today.