#and didn't do it makes me immensely sad. they deserve the world and they deserve it together

[goldentigerfestival]

no but listen i always half joke that moses and yuri should be besties (half joke bc i rly do think it would happen), but i literally (literally!) die over their parallels.

silly little dorks? yeah!

they have a furry companion? yeah!

they'll literally fucking cut you down for fucking with their non-blood fam? yeah! (don't even get me started on that scene in the forest with moses i won't survive it by which i mean i'll be emotional and you'll regret asking my feelings on the topic)

the fact that repede lost an eye and yuri and flynn tended to him and stayed with him and helped him recover... and giet did the same for moses. saved moses' life and even tho moses lost an eye, giet saved him, protected him and stayed with him until he was safe.

they both have two non-blood families: yuri has the lower quarter and his playable character friend group. moses has his bandit crew (csaba and friends) and his playable character friend group.

also i just think moses would be a very good influence on yuri but that's a whole other topic on its own.

[ultravioletqueen]

Some time ago my sister introduced me to the world of the video game Hades and its sequel, all the lore and references to Greek mythology fascinate me (I'm a Greek mythology nerd, it's my weakness), I didn't think there would be anything that would bother me about the game Well, except one thing, ODYSSEUS.

Odysseus is by far one of my favorite heroes in Greek mythology, not only for his cunning, gray morals and determination, but also for his immense love for his wife and son, that made him different from the rest of the Greek heroes for me. ,that he was a genuinely loving father and a truly devoted husband even with the situations with circe and calypso, which to clarify, NEITHER OF THE TWO WAS CONSENSUAL, it was extortion and sexual abuse, Odysseus did not want to be with either of them.

For this reason it made me sad to see that Supergiant showed Odysseus as an unfaithful man (when in the Odyssey this man is the personification of simping) who is separated from his wife.

Even if I find the idea interesting that he is lying and Penelope is and working from the shadows like the partner in crime that they are, I have another idea:

After what happened with Circe and Calypso, he thinks that he no longer deserves Penelope, who according to his words "was waiting for years for an unfaithful man" and that is why he separated from her and calls himself "unfaithful" even though both situations were far from his control.

He loves penelope,he loves telemachus,he waited for years to meet them again,but the calypso and circe incident make him feel DIRTY(wich is common in victims of sexual abuse) and not deserving of the love of penelope and penelope in general.

using the lies about being unfaithfull could be a form of trauma block to avoid thinking about the incident,but at the same time it makes him feel WORSE because he thinks he betrayed the WOMAN HE LOVES,HIS SOULMATE AND LITERALLY HIS OTHER HALF.

Im not okay guys...i just want them to be happy again.

(Español)

Hace tiempo mi hermana me introdujo en el mundo del videojuego hades y su secuela,todo el lore y referencias a la mitología griega me fascinan(soy una nerd de mitología griega,es mi debilidad),no pensé que habría algo que me molestaría del juego,bueno,excepto una cosa,ODISEO.

Odiseo es de por lejos uno de mis héroes favoritos de la mitología griega,no solo por su astucia,moral gris y determinacion,sino tambien por el amor inmenso hacia su esposa e hijo,eso hizo que para mi fuera diferente al resto de heroes griegos,que fuera un padre genuinamente amoroso y un esposo realmente devoto aun con las situaciones con circe y calypso que para aclarar NO FUERON CONSENSUADAS NIGUNA DE LAS DOS,fue extorsion y abuso sexual,odiseo no quiso estar con ninguna de las dos.

por esta razon me puso triste el ver que supergiant mostro a odiseo como un hombre infiel (cuando en la odisea este hombre es la personificación del simping) que esta separado de su esposa.

incluso si me parece interesante la idea de que esta mintiendo y penelope trabajando desde las sombras como los partner in crime que son yo tengo otra idea:

que después de lo ocurrido con circe y calypso piensa que ya no se merece a penelope que segun sus palabras "estuvo esperando por años por un hombre infiel" y por eso se separo de ella y se denomina a si mismo como "infiel" aun cuando ambas situaciones estaban lejos de su control.

El ama a penelope,el ama a telemaco,el espejo por años para volver a verlos,pero los incidentes con circe y calypso lo hicieron sentir SUCIO(que es común en víctimas de abuso sexual) y no merecedor del amor de penelope y de penelope en general.

Usar las mentiras sobre ser infiel podría ser una forma de bloqueo traumático para evitar pensar en el incidente, pero al mismo tiempo lo hace sentir PEOR porque cree que traicionó a la MUJER QUE AMA, SU ALMA GAMELA Y LITERALMENTE SU OTRA MITAD.

no estoy bien gente...solo quiero que sean felices otra vez.

[onlyjaeyun]

can i talk my shit for a moment?

i've been thinking about enhypen a lot, i actually do on a daily because i have a problem but that's a story for another time, and every time i think about certain types of "engenes" i get so, so mad and just as sad and frustrated because we're literally witnessing the way enha as a whole are slowly losing the recognition and attention for their talent because the focus is slowly shifting towards their visuals and their fan service.

i can't even explain why this makes me so mad and maybe i'm just a baby engene who's a little sensitive and protective but it's just so frustrating to see people praise enha for their visuals and fan service only when they're so, so much more.

don't get me wrong, PLEASE praise your fave for their visuals, they're the hardest on themselves and the kpop industry is so visual focused, it'll do wonders to their self confidence and esteem to hear how much their fans love their looks and styles and visuals.

it's the fact that at this point i barely ever see anyone praise any member for their actual talent. maybe i'm on the wrong side of the fandom but whenever the boys are done with a performance, they go viral for their visuals and not the actual effort, energy, time and attention they put into that performance.

seeing the comments being full of people who only praise one thing about the members is just so..heartbreaking considering just HOW hard they've worked to be where they are.

they have received titles during i-land and are still standing up to those and the high standards everyone has set for them, so seeing their fan service being what gets people into the fandom makes me so sad.

heeseung is a fucking ace, mans can sing, dance, produce, rap – he's literally known for his immense talent yet his biggest headlines somehow always included his visuals, especially with the whole nose implant shit. yes, his fan service is top tier but he's more than that short flirty moment and i hate seeing people praise him for it.

jungwon keeps on showing everyone what a good lsader he is, that he actually deserves his title as the hidden ace but people never ever give him credit for what matters. that guy loves his fans so, so much he spends hours on weverse to chat and respond and always updates us on what's going on. he's so csring and sweet and yet ever since he's become an adult its yet again, just about his looks.

i don't even wanna talk about sunoo because his situation makes me SO mad in a way i can't explain at all. that fucker is so fucking talented and so gifted, he's literally worked his ass off all these years just for people to go around and go omg he's so pretty!!! and that's it. he's not just your little mlm projection since most engenes love to label him as such, he's so much more and deserves to be treated like the talented idol he is.

sunghoon is also of that category because tell me why people have made his visuals hs only personality when he literally was told he was born to be on stage. every single performance, every single song, every single tour night he gives his everything because he knows he's good but he wants to show the world that he's more than a pretty face. i wish people would just see his talent and dedication for once instead of his eyebrows.

jay is also a topic i dont even wanna talk about anymore because the treatment he's been receiving all these years from his own "FANS" is so embarrassing and heartbreaking. i have never, ever watched a performance where that fucker didn't give 150% of his energy and power, his dedication is so impressive and something to admire. he's not just your fashion icon with a pretty face and a sharp jawline, i might upset some of y'all, but he's just as much of an ace as heeseung to me and i wish people saw that.

riki literally left his home country when he was a child and was called the dance prodigy, became a member in the official line up at the age of 14 and yet people will literally do nothing but praise his visuals. that fucker came okt of his mama dancing and people dare to argue whether or not he's as good as engenes make him to be what the FUCK? ppl need to stop focusing on his face and actually look at him as a whole when they watch him bc how could we ever argue about his talent???

jake had a dream and an opportunity and that fucker took. it. he literally only trained for six months and now his dance challenges with other idols are some of the most viewed ones on social media. he's a pretty face and the biggest flirt ever, he loves his dans and doesnt hesitate to show it but i wish people would actually see how hard he works and how far he's come. he was never bad but he's literally at such a high level right now when it comes to his skills and stage performances, i feel like people just love to ignore that aspect of him bc of his intense fan service.

i can't believe i spent 10 minutes writing this but its been on my mind for so long and i really hope we as engenes can actually sit our asses the fuck down and start showing those boys and their talent the love and appreciation they deserve. they are a group of visuals, yes. no doubt. but they were also chosen to be in this group bc of their talent and their skills.

[perpetualprocrastinationisme]

After seeing Cassie's recent interview in Spain where she said that Kit would still be mad at Ty when he comes to him at Cirenworth after three years of being apart, one of my biggest hopes for TWP is that Ty gets to defend himself against Kit being angry with him. I sincerely hope that the entire book doesn't go on with it seeming like Kit has every right to be mad at Ty while one of Ty's biggest plot points is that he needs to earn Kit's forgiveness.

Now let me say this, yes, Kit has every right to be mad, angry, furious, and everything else at Johnny Rook for not loving him like he deserved. For being a horrible father when he deserved the best the world could give him. He has every right in the world to be angry at Mother Hawthorn and the powers in the Faerie that have hunted his family for generations, killed his mom, and wrecked his life. These people need to earn Kit's forgiveness and they deserve to suffer for the horrible things they've done to him. They richly deserve to be hated for what they've done.

However, Ty is not on that list of people. Kit knew that Ty doesn't process things like other people do, he knew that if he outwardly approved of what Ty was doing that Ty wouldn't question it. He wouldn't look for reasons for Kit not to mean what he said. Also, I can understand being hurt by Ty not saying he loved him back but he was literally in the middle of raising Livvy!?! Like, my man, what did you expect Ty to do? Drop everything instantly and confess his love for you? It's not exactly the best timing coupled with the fact that Ty was also going through his own grief and was likely incredibly startled. I just sincerely cannot understand his anger towards Ty that he's held onto for three years. I can understand having immense regret over not stopping Ty sooner. Feeling guilt, sadness, grief, trauma, and so many other things from raising Livvy, but I cannot understand being mad at Ty.

But there is something else to consider, emotions can be misplaced and misunderstood. We can be incredibly mad at someone, direct it at them, all to understand that later on we were really mad at someone else entirely (like our parents or even ourselves) and just took it out on someone else because we simply didn't know what else to do with those emotions. We can also misunderstand an emotion as anger when it is really regret, grief, trauma, and anxiety all rolled into one. I definitely think this could be the case for Kit, I sincerely hope it is at least. We are all human and we are all entitled to make mistakes and Kit is no exception. He has the right to be misguided with his emotions. He's also just a teenager that's whole life was turned upside down (multiple times) in the span of a few weeks and now must live in fear for himself and those he cares about because of the threats from Faerie.

My thing is that I hope that in TWP Kit can come to this understanding and that part of Ty's plot isn't solely invested in earning Kit's forgiveness. Ty definitely has to atone for raising Livvy and all that it has wrought, I just don't think he has to also shoulder the burden of Kit's anger when it is unfairly aimed at him. I want to see Ty acknowledge that he has things he as to make up for in life but firmly show Kit that he's not the one who should get all of his anger. I want to see Ty's plotline devoted to him being one of the most talented and elite Shadowhunters of all time while also seeing him come to terms with what he's done while making amends for it. I want to see heroic Ty, the fierce protector and genius.

I say all of this because I love Kit Herondale so much. He deserves and desperately needs complete healing. Healing that is not clouded by him misdirecting his emotions at Ty in the form of anger and denying himself closeness with someone he obviously loves (Ty). Closeness that could bring healing. He deserves clarity over what he's been through and that means fully being able to acknowledge who hurt him: Johnny, Mother Hawthorn, Annabel, etc. while also realizing who didn't: Ty.

I just don't want the whole plot to be drenched in misplaced anger and angst :( I just want Kit and Ty to fully acknowledge what they've been through and find healing together

[rolloollor]

Thoughts about Bound by Briar

It's time once again for me to ramble about what happens after a fic is over!

This is one of the few chaptered fics I've written that doesn't have an epilogue chapter. Sacerdos also doesn't have one, but Dark Fire/From the Ashes and Dyed Dark as Night (as well as the upcoming vampire AU) do. To be honest with you, I struggled with this ending. I wrote like two or three variations before going for this one, which I felt was more fun and more… in character. Plus, I think it offers something the endings in other fics of mine don't, which is also important to me.

Anyway, onto my thoughts.

So, what happens next?

Well, the dynamic between Malleus and Rollo is shifting even further. Pet/owner to vassal and suzerain to... something else. It may look like Malleus has the power from the outside looking in, but he's ceding more and more of it over time. Rollo knows he has an immense amount of sway when it comes to Malleus and he isn't interested in giving that up. He really has nothing else: he can't go home, he can't avenge Jehan (because he can't destroy magic), so what remains? Malleus. Thus, Rollo will dig his claws into him as deeply as possible. In fact… I'd say that this Rollo would (eventually) even accept being transformed into a fae like in DDAN so that he won't have to relinquish Malleus.

Though, I will say, when Rollo figures out what the magestone ring Malleus gave him does he's going to flip the fuck out. He hardly uses magic, so I don't think he'd notice for a while, especially if the main magic he uses is attuned to him (the flames) and thus produces a miniscule amount of blot. I could have covered his eventual discovery in this fic, but I just didn't want to. It'd cascade into a lot of complicated stuff outside the scope of a weird unhealthy romance story. Whether or not Malleus/the fae will agree to maybe start disseminating these magestone rings to humans, that's an issue. I could see Malleus agreeing (purely because Rollo wants it), but will the queen? Maybe they'll start a smuggling operation… Like, they acquire the stones, slip them to the Queendom, and then the Queendom surges in power and dominates the other countries. Lots of consequences here. Maybe other countries will attack the fae in earnest to get their hands on the stones? Talk about a mess. But it would be funny if the Shaftlands, having sacrificed ships and manpower basically to fuck mages over, find themselves significantly weakened in this new magic-safe(r) world. Whoops! Eat shit!

Another key question I imagine some people might have is: does Rollo love Malleus? I think he does, in a way. But it's warped. Not only does he know he has the upper hand (as in, Malleus loves Rollo more than Rollo loves Malleus), but it's not like Rollo got to choose Malleus over everyone else--he has no other options. He's definitely attracted to him, of course. I just think that there's no starting from 0 with Rollo, he will always remember how their relationship started and how Malleus treated him. His love for Malleus is possessive and at least partially born out of survival. When that threat fades in his memory, he'll chill out some. But he'll never forget.

Will Malleus and Rollo have kids? Maybe. I think Rollo would be into the idea after a few years since it would give him another purpose in life (not to mention it would mean claiming Malleus even further). But I also think that Rollo would have to accept being a concubine. A concubine who's also a vassal...

What if Malleus has to take a fae wife? Rollo would manipulate Malleus as hard as he possibly can, ensuring that he spends little time with her. Maybe to the point that he has 0 legitimate children and instead has a handful with Rollo. I do like the idea of things getting extra fucked up because of the introduction of a wife, but it also makes me sad, so. Whoever this lady is, she doesn't deserve the horrible schemes Rollo would cook up. Best case scenario, Malleus tells her something like, "Look, I'm in love with my human, so this marriage is purely for show/the alliance/whatever. Appear at official events with me, but otherwise we shouldn't spend much time together. We likely won't even consummate this marriage." Hopefully she's cool with that. We wouldn't want any competition between heirs, now, would we... And well, it would be a nice sort of vengeance for Rollo to 'taint' the royal bloodline forever.

The gargoyles become good friends with Malle, but Rollo won't let him hang around them more than he deems necessary. Rollo visits them maybe more often because he does the cleaning.

All in all, they basically make each other worse. Rollo isolates Malleus from others while Malleus is content to get the majority, if not all, of his emotional needs met by Rollo. Meaning the threat of him leaving/dying is huge and one Malleus won't be able to bear in the future. Rollo accomplishes none of his initial goals and lives a life that is, no matter what, ultimately up to the whims of Malleus and the other fae. The whole 'human expert' thing is a job Malleus made for him, more or less. And he'll never see Fleur City ever again. He has little to worry about regarding Malleus' affection... for now. Something, or someone, could happen at any time, so he'll have to be vigilant.

Not quite a bad end, not quite a good end. They'll stay together in a codependent relationship until one of them dies.

Some of you may be curious as to the other endings I tried out. Well, in one, I was going to have Rollo accept Trey's offer and stealthily head to the docks. I thought about having him turn back on his own or having Malleus confront him there. It felt... predictable? Played out, maybe? It just didn't work for me. Another version involved Rollo reading the letter with Malleus in the room, with him learning about the content and, of course, freaking out. I also wrote a thing where Rollo and Malleus ride a horse (Rollo at the reins, Malleus behind him) together, but I can't remember where that was supposed to go. A lot of unused chunks... I even wrote out a scene where Rollo actually was leading the diplomacy effort and talking with Trey and company in their little house tree, but it deviated a lot from mallerollo time and I went, "Would anyone want to read this...?" and scrapped it. Plus I don't think it makes a ton of sense for the fae to entrust that job to Rollo so quickly.

Maybe some of those failed endings sound more appealing than what I went with, but they simply weren't working out. When I've written something and I keep avoiding continuing it, like I'll reread it and go "ugh" and do something else, that's how I know it isn't going to happen. Procrastination's normal, but I should want to continue a particular scene and it shouldn't be like pulling teeth. And if I do force myself to write something I'm not into, it'll be of lesser quality. Basically.... if I'm not having fun writing it, no one will have any reading it.

If anyone has any questions about the story or anything really, I'd be happy to answer. I know the pacing of the last few chapters was a bit speedy... so I wouldn't be surprised if there were aspects that people found confusing.

[altruistic-meme]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

hi dear!!! i definitely don't mind AT ALL i love getting questions!!!! i probably have answered this question before, but this is one of those things that's subject to change pretty often as i find new characters and they take over from older ones :] so i will probably never give the exact same answer twice dksvjsdfh

ok ok that said, let me see... in no particular order:

Damianos of Akielos (Book: Captive Prince trilogy) quite literally THE man of all time. THE man of my dreams. he is such a beautifully written character who is so complex and interesting to read!! he is so gentle and caring despite his size, and he has a confidence i can only aspire to.

Neil Josten (Book: All For The Game trilogy) unhinged maniac 🧡 no but genuinely he is such a good main character. everything about him and his narration pulls you in to the story. he is the most unreliable narrator. his perspective is so skewed. also my namesake!!

Nakahara Chuuya (Anime/Series: Bungo Stray Dogs) i may or may not have somewhat of an obsession with him right now. he is literally so pretty that i throw my phone. but also he is so unbearably human in an incredibly tragic way, and he is that way because he actively chooses to be. he is a high ranking member of the mafia and he loves dogs and he promised his dying friend that he would save someone else and he is so loyal and bright. i am going to stop while im ahead bc 90% of my thoughts right now are about Chuuya so i could genuinely go on forever.

Victor Nikiforov (Anime: Yuri!!! ON Ice) he is so sad

Hinata Shoyo (Anime: Haikyuu!!) he is just so fucking BRIGHT!!! unlike Victor, Hinata is the exact opposite of me in almost every sense. it is so hard for me to watch anyone else when he's on the screen. he is just joy and energy incarnate and i want to be his friend so bad.

Spiderman (TV Show/Movie/Comic) this is a cheat because it's just. every iteration of spiderman. i love him. just your friendly neighborhood spiderman!! i have such a soft spot for Miles Morales' spiderman in particular due to the spiderverse movies, but i also really loved all of the live action spiderman movies. and we can't forget the tv show!!!

Prince Wilhelm (Show: Young Royals) fucking babygirl. yet another sad wet cat of a character who i project onto immensely. he is just so complex and interesting and so real and flawed and just. listen. having the weight of the world rest on your shoulders as you struggle with trying to make friends and fight your anxiety and handle your mother all by yourself is something i have dealt with too. i can't put into words all my thoughts about him right now, but rest assured there are More.

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III (Book: How to Train Your Dragon series) don't get me wrong, i love the movie version of him as well, but they are such different characters. and the book version of Hiccup has an incredibly special place in my heart. httyd is such a comfort read for me, and it was huge for me getting to grow up with Hiccup. he is just a fucking little guy and he goes through so much. but he keeps going. he didn't deserve any of it and he fights so hard to make sure no one else has to go through it like he did. gods i love him.

Charlie Spring (Comic: Heartstopper) same as with Hiccup, i love him in the show as well but to me the characters are so different and i just relate so much more to the comic version of him! he is a mess and i love him and relate to him. i wish i had what he has. i am also so proud of how far he has come!! and he reminds me to be proud of myself, too. also see; sassy motherfucker.

Kenai (Movie: Brother Bear) a strange choice, maybe, but this movie means SO much to me. it is a huge comfort movie. and Kenai, by virtue of being the main character, clearly gets the leg up as the favorite. but it's so amazing seeing him grow as a person (or. well. bear). he's funny, he tries so hard, he wants so much. and he's just a kid!! he learns so much!!

there are definitely some patterns in my favorite characters that i am going to choose not to look too closely at :') i have so many characters i adore. this was so hard ;;;

[myteavsricochet]

Reading Taylor's interview for Port moved me but also made me a little sad. I'll explain why: you can understand so well from his words how much he cares about everything he does, how much commitment, study and strength he's been putting in since he was a kid to do what he loves and I respect him immensely for this, for working with humility and tenacity and recognizing that it takes time and patience.

But it makes me sad because someone like him, with his talent and beauty shouldn't "struggle" so much. Reading that in his daily routine there is always meetings and auditions and I think he should have so much work on his hands and I can't explain why he doesn't have it yet.

Then I also feel guilty because he isn't doing "less" than others just because he has fewer possibilities in his hands especially when from his words you can read his enthusiasm in doing such different things, that for him being an actor is not just making films even if it's what he wants to achieve above all but he is grateful for his status as an actor to also be able to work in fashion and in all the events he participates in which give him so much and allow him to give so much.

He definitely has more patience than me, I would like to see him at the top of the world as soon as possible and I hope he never feels "discouraged" and knows that he is doing so good.

I understand what you mean, I didn't have a chance to read the whole interview but I found some parts around and I know what you are referring to. Him doing auditions constantly is not synonymous with something negative 😊, on the contrary, we don't know how many of those auditions end well and what moves bts. I understand the frustration in seeing how easy it is for so many people in hollywood to get everything and see them shine with so much ease but Taylor isn't doing badly, not at all, rwrb was his role of a lifetime and everything would change after the film, that was obvious, then the strike happened and it's normal now everything seems slower to us.

We as fans would like to see all the success immediately and he deserves it more than anyone in this world but I don't think he is discouraged, at all ❤️, even when he spoke at the fw about his next projects in development he was excited and happy.

Obviously we don't live with him and we can't know if he has days where he feels more frustrated or stuck, as can happen to anyone but I think he is serene about what he is achieving and above all he is aware. We have had this discussion many times and I would like not to reopen it but for him it will take a little more effort ❤️‍🩹, but when he gets to the top there will be none left for anyone, I assure you.

We have to be patient... like him, everything will be fine 🫂

[castleclerics]

the other story being told in s1

(had this in my dafts for like 5 months but i decided to finally get the pics and post since we're talking more about timelines rn)

they are literally telling us exactly what events would've taken place if the gate was never opened, the original universe. the sad raw reality of a horrible situation in a small town in the 80's. if the UD did not combine with the real world, if el never opened the gate and didn't escape the lab and everything played out as it should've. i'm gonna guess that el opening the gate and/or will doing something thrust the normal hawkins timeline into a different one, the one we see the entire series, while still telling the story of what happened in the original timeline, without showing that timeline.

will byers is a gay kid who gets bullied for it and abused by his dad which eventually drives him to off himself by jumping into the quarry. (what hopper believes too if you look at the subtext including hopper asking joyce if will is gay). his mom starts thinking he's not actually dead and goes "crazy" impacting her loved ones around her. will's friends cope by thinking one of the monsters from their beloved game is the reason he's dead.

mike takes it the hardest though and starts believing will is alive too, but his friends help him come to terms with realizing he's not. he eventually jumps into the quarry too, thinking he can be with will again. if el never opened the gate the bullies would've never chased dustin and mike there, and mike wouldn't be saved.

these two bikes could represent will and mike in the og timeline hence the pan and prolonged shot on them.

how will ties into this is very interesting. we know he does shit with his watch so he obviously is aware of things other people aren't and in control of time in some capacity. for reasons i will not go into and gatekeep for a lil longer only bc it took me 6+ months to figure out lmao i know he's totally aware of these two different timelines and might have some doing with shifting the timeline. just notice how he always looks immensely guilty especially in s4. it's also another reason why he feels like a mistake, because he knows he's supposed to be dead. he himself in the parallel universe we watch the show through is literally a mistake. he probably still questions if he even deserves to be alive now in this parallel timeline.

now stay with me......

look at the dialogue and how they show the gate when this is said. literally showing the gate, a hole.

even having the bullies repeat this line

the biggest hole of them all...... literally in the middle of the hawkins community area.

will dying in the other/og timeline due to the abuse for being gay is somehow the root cause for this hole, and he knows it.

maybe that's how they'll tie his sexuality storyline in with his supernatural one, and why they're so incredibly linked. this is how he's the main character especially of s5 when they explain how will has always been the most vital part of the story.

adding to this since we know about the henry/edward timeline weirdness now, i think it's possible the og timeline = henry's and the parallel/one we've been watching this whole time = edward's. idk how well that lines up i'll have to think about it but it makes me think......

[maeshelix]

I hope this isn't rude or offensive to ask, but how many of you are there? And what're your names? :3

Anon. My dear friend.

Not only is this not rude at all, but we've been looking for the perfect excuse to make a little introduction post about us since we found out we were we!!!

At least, I have lmao. And you just gave me that excuse right now let's goooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉

So!!! At the moment, there's about 10 of us, possibly 12??? Not sure yet, I'll let one of them edit this if I'm wrong and they exist lmao. But for now just operate on there being 10 peeps in here!!!

(Edit: It is actually twelve. Hello. I think I'll let Rokoko handle edits to the list proper though. She seems to enjoy that immensely-❤️)

(She seems to enjoy most things immensely lmao-💙)

More after the break (^-^)

First up on the list is meeeeeeeeee :3c Rokoko is the name and fun is my favorite game!!! I'm the resident clown-bot-girl of this particular system, a certified Delight here to spread joy and positivity in whatever ways I can!!! Usually through jokes!!! Though mostly because our body couldn't do half the shit I can do internally if we tried and also all of our friends are in completely different states and countries so we couldn't even hug or dance with any of them if I wanted to. And goodness knows I want to!!!

Next up is Salem!!!!!! My best buddy Salem!!!!!! She's basically the polar opposite to me lmao. She's a Protector who's perpetually tired and bitter cause the world kinda sorta sucks alot lmao. She's super sweet and kind if you get on her good side though!!! Which is harder then you think to get on but easier then you'd think!!! She's also a big tough werewolf girl who wants to look both cute and badass!!! Like a big metal spike wrapped in cute red ribbon ^_^

Next, there's Zero!!! She's a super cute robot girl like me!!! Except she's not really into the whole having emotions thing like I am. Like, she still has them (can't really completely avoid those while stuck in a human body after all) but she'd really prefer if she didn't, and she's told me that herself!!! Nonetheless, she's a logical and loyal little perfectionist AI who loves us just as much as we love her 💝💝💝. We're not really sure what her role within the system is (and honestly we don't really sweat it when it comes to roles in the system. Some of us know it instinctively but others don't and that's honestly fine!!!) But we know she's really witty and really smart!!! When she wants to be. She's also kind lazy, heehee :p

There's Daisy, who's a total sweetheart honestly. So much so that she's usually kinda sad and scared of the world around us which, fair lmao. She's a teeny tiny plant girl who just wants to be happy and loved and who's willing to help out in whatever ways she can. She's also adorable and again, soso sweet omgggggg you have no idea!!!

Marking the midway point of this list is Freesia!!! The suave moth demoness of our little family!!! She's an incredibly kind and loving woman who would probably help you move houses if you asked her to. I think she's a Caretaker??? Again, we don't really sweat labels here but it definitely fits with her in my opinion!!! She doesn't really come out often though, which sucks!!! @our brain, let the gal out every now and then she deserves time to herself!!!

Sleepy is next and we know basically nothing about her!!! Mostly because she rarely comes out, at least lately. Despite that though, we know that she's a big ol' goofball who says the most random shit sometimes and honestly, i love that aboit her (^ー^). Also fun fact!!! She's actually the one who originally tipped us off to being us in the first place!!! In that she was the first one to notice that she was different from whoever was in front at first one day and went "huh. Damn that's weird bro." I think she also miiiight controls when we feel especially ready to sleep (hence her name!!! I think. It could also be that she's just really really tired most the time, I honestly dunno!!!) so that's cool!!!

Next up, in no particular order, is Miranda!!! And next to Sleepy we probably know the least about her, except that she formed after a point in time where we played nothing but Elden Ring for like a month, after a particularly stressful point in our life!!! As such, she speaks like a fusion of Melina and Ranni and kinda looks like one too!!! With four arms and everything!!! She's really into fantasy media, and I'm sure she's gonna have a ball whenever we get around to playing Baldur's Gate 3 (let's be honest girls, it's an inevitability at this point, we just gotta pick the time lmao).

Heading up the rearguard is Hana!!! She's a super chill grill with attitude( ￣▽￣). Almost as much of a jokester as me, she's just focused on relaxing and hanging out. She's a kinda fictive??? It's complicated, and not for public speculation!!! All you need to know is that she's got multiple wings like an angel and is super into DOOM!!! She's the best I love her o(^o^)o

If you're looking for a definitive fictive, then F.E. is the girl for you!!! I don't think she wants me to tell you what she's a fictive of, so I won't say her full name, but like. She's not really subtle about it let's be honest lmao. She's the one who usually comes to front and takes care of our body whenever our brain is just far too exhausted (emotionally or otherwise) for any of us to use it!!! Or whenever we're on painkillers. Either or lmao. We actually thought she was also Zero for the longest time since they both kinda have a similar "emotionless perfect being" thing going on, though eventually F.E. found out she's definitely different from Zero and here we are now!!! She's a nice and steadfast gal with a little bit of a mischievous streak and she's also our latest split!!! I love her (^.^)

Last, but certainly not least, probably, is our girl Silver!!! Unlike F.E., Silver's pretty open about what her source is, that being Silver the Hedgehog!!! And I'd say she act an awful lot like the OG telepath too!!! If just a liiiiittle more nervous and anxious. She's an optimist, but she's also a realist, and she never fails to have hope for the future!!! In spite of the evidence to the contrary lmao. She also thinks she's been here the longest too!!! Here being our brain of course. Which I believe!!! Makes sense that we'd have a Silver fictive as a kid lmao.

And that's the list so far!!! We'll probably just edit and re-edit this list whenever something new happens in here so keep an eye out for that!!! And of you can't then don't worry, cause I'm pinning this to the top of our silly little blog lmao.

Again, thank you for the ask anon!!! And I hope you enjoy my answer as much as I did writing it!!!

[calypso707]

Dragon Age Inquisiton OS - The wolf's farewell.

I am a huge fan of the Dragon Age series, I spent hours and hours playing these games and I really love the universe so I wrote a little Solas x Fem Lavellan Inquisitor, something sad/fluff.

If you have any suggestions for me to write, I will be happy to do it !

Vocabulary :

Ma vhenan: my heart

Lethallan: casual reference used for someone with whom one is familiar

Ar lath ma, vhenan: i love you, my heart

Enjoy !

"I'm Varric Thetras, a rebellious adventurer, talented storyteller and troublemaker in my spare time. I keep telling myself that for some people, life is just a succession of bad luck. Take Inquisitor Lavellan, she was living peacefully in her low cloister, close to her kin, but now she's got herself mixed up in all this shit. And what a mess it was! A twinkling hand, a hole in the sky and now the fate of the world depends on her..." he sighed. “I can't tell you how lucky I was to fight alongside her, it was... She's an exceptional mage and a dear friend. You know, I've been through a lot and I know exactly what kind of tragic end awaits heroes. But her, damn it!," he laughed. “She always managed to get out of the biggest messes, always just barely though! So, I hoped that maybe this story would end well... The assassination of Empress Celene had been thwarted and she had been reconciled with her ambassador Briala, raising the profile of elves in society. The Vennatori had been stopped and Corypheus defeated. Lavellan deserved a moment's peace and tranquillity, some people's spirits were celebrating this victory, but not hers... Heartbreak never does you any good, does it?"

She had been listening to the stories of her companions for hours. Iron Bull was talking for the umpteenth time how he had defeated a frost dragon in the Free Marches, Sera was telling the pranks she had played on Josephine during the day, while Dorian was describing partys he had attended in Tevinter, involving sex, alcohol and conspiracy. Things she had heard before and which would have amused her, but not tonight. And everyone had noticed. She saw Lelianna making her way back to the main room of the Fort, where the thrones were held and where the current festivities were taking place. The Inquisitor rose from her chair, looking at her companions still seated at the table: "If you'll excuse me, it's been a long day. I shall return to my chambers.”

Everyone greeted her and congratulated her again on having defeated Corypheus, which was ridiculous, she thought, because it was a joint effort. She walked towards her master spy, who had a grave look on her face. Her heart began to beat rapidly in her chest, she was dreading the words her companion was about to say. "I'm sorry, but we've heard nothing from Solas, my ravens and agents have found nothing. It's as if he suddenly disappeared..."

Lavellan remained silent for a few seconds, forcing herself not to falter, constantly repressing her emotions, something she had been doing since she became head of the Inquisition. She cleared her throat as if to regain composure and straightened her back: "Very well, thank you, Lelianna”

"I can continue the search, perhaps he'll come back eventually?" added the Nightingale, even she didn't believe in what she was saying. But she didn't want to hurt the Inquisitor, who had proved to be a good friend over time.

"It's no use, he won't be back" Lavellan took a deep breath. "Corypheus is defeated but we still have work to do, so enjoy this victory too, Lelianna, you've earned it.”

She didn't wait for a reply and headed for her chambers. She climbed the stone steps slowly, alone at last and feeling as if the sky was falling. Solas had left and taken her heart with him. An emptiness had formed in her chest, an immense pain. She sat down on the bed, which was far too big for her, and let her gaze wander over the mountains that encircled Skyhold. She thought back to all the times she had spent by his side, his knowledge of worlds, what he had taught her about the Fade, his intelligence, his presence, all of which she missed. Her heart had been torn from her and broken. She looked down at the mark on her hand, which glowed for a few seconds. She lay back, continuing to stare at it, before finally closing her eyes, seeking for peace.

༄

When she was young, she had already wandered into the Fade, walking its winding paths in search of vestiges of the past. Today, she wandered there voluntarily in search of tranquillity and, above all, in the hope of drowning the grief that consumed her. It was a dangerous practice, of course, as it was well known that spirits and demons lurked there. She was standing not far from the forest where her clan had settled; there were no beings wandering around, but she was delighted to see the aravels, richly decorated with engravings and silk fabrics. She couldn't get enough of them, and came to miss her home, the clan, its members and its traditions.

As she continued to venture into the northern forest of the Free Marches, she saw a black wolf staring at her out of the corner of her eye. She wasn't worried, it was probably a lost spirit. The Inquisitor took a cautious step towards it, but it quietly moved away before she could reach it, turning to see if she was following, which she finally did. She continued to venture deeper into the woods, this wolf did not seem dangerous to her, on the contrary. But as they approached a lake, he suddenly disappeared. Two gigantic wolf statues stood nearby, like him, leading the way to the blue expanse of the lake. The view was magnificent, the lake surrounded by fir trees and behind them, the peaks of the mountains were visible, as if blending into the sky.

"Gone..." she mumbled.

"Ma vhenan" said a voice behind her.

A voice she recognised all too well, she froze in place, her heart missing a beat. With so many emotions in turmoil, she thought she was going to fall. She turned slowly, her gaze catching Solas's azure one. She took a step backwards, bumping into the statue behind her, putting her hand against it as if to hold on. He had disappeared and now he was standing in front of her, and she couldn't help noticing the armour he had put on, it wasn't like him. He had tricked her.

"The wolf.. You led me here... It’s like that dream in Haven, didn't you?" she asked finally, feverishly.

"I wanted to see you once more before..." he stopped talking, took a few steps towards her.

"I don't understand, you seem... Different..." the Inquisitor continued, examining him with her eyes. It was true, he gave off something different, something powerful and terrifying. She looked at the statues of wolves behind her; reminding her of stories from her childhood and reminding her of a particular god. Dalish legends tell of Fen'Harel, the implacable wolf, also known as the Lord of Deceit, who was vile and deceitful and showed no concern for his people. The elves turned to him for help and advice, but it always came at a price. Fen'Harel kept his promises, yes, but the way he kept them was often contested. She shook her head, as if to clear her mind of these foolish ideas. Had she fallen in love with a god?

"I am Fen'Harel," he announced. "But he came long after Solas, I inspire hope to my friends and fear to my enemies. Just like the Inquisitor"

"Was I fooled? All this time, I thought...’´She stared at him, in silence, completely lost and in disbelief.

"No, I didn't fool you, I would never have shared your bed under false pretenses" he was finally coming closer, he wanted to touch her, take her in his arms, love her but he wouldn't allow himself. He wanted to experience everything her heart desperately promised him. "I have very little time, Lethallan"

"You abandoned me, you left me. I loved you and you ran away," she said, her voice trembling. Her eyes filled with tears, she knew their love was doomed to failure but she refused to give up. He brushed her cheek with his thumb to wipe away a tear that was running down, sadness was taking hold of him, he was tortured. "Forgive me, vhenan, I never wished to cause you pain”

"We can stay together, whatever your plans are, I'll help you," begged Lavellan.

"No, this is something I must do alone. I want to save the elves, even if it means dooming this world. There is only death at the end of this journey and I can't inflict that on you" said Solas.

Lavellan looked at him for a long moment before lowering her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. The thought him alone, carrying out such a plan and destined for such a tragic end was suffocating her. She couldn't bring herself to leave him; he was the storm and she was the shipwreck that wanted to sail through the stormy waters until she sank. She loved him with a love that was immeasurable and destined to be forgotten. He closed the distance between them and ran a hand over her cheek to catch her attention, tucking a lock of hair behind her pointed ear. They exchanged a look heavy with love and pain. "My love, I'll never forget you"

And he kissed her. They kissed languorously and she clung to him desperately, not wanting him to disappear. She was terrified that she would never see him again and she prayed that he would continue to visit her in her dreams. If she hoped for a happy ending, he should have that too. They gently broke the kiss and he placed a chaste kiss next to her ear, whispering: "Ar lath ma, vhenan".

And she woke with a start, sitting up abruptly and out of breath. She looked around, she was in her room at Skyhold and Solas was gone. Her cheeks were still pink from her tears and her lips seemed moist from the farewell kiss he had offered her. As the Dalish say: "May the Dreadwolf take you away" and that's what he had done, he had taken her being and her heart with him.

[genork-the-fandork]

Doubt

Word Count: 806

Prompt: "Moral & Wrathful & Harmony"

Featured Characters: Aoi Shibuya & Labramon

A/N: I did struggle a little bit coming up with this one (I say as if it wasn't the third idea I had). I knew I wanted to write about Aoi, but I also knew I didn't want to be... derivative? Contrived? I didn't want to do her dirty. I had the pleasure of reading through @shihalyfie 's meta about the Survive cast, and everything about Aoi really stuck. I haven't had a Survive session in a few weeks, but when I think of it, I think of the interesting take on Aoi I read. So I thought I'd combine what my initial impression of her with what seems to be the true heart of her character. This might not have gone too well, as I still haven't finished my first playthrough, but I sincerely wanted to try for her. It's the least Aoi and Labramon deserve. (So apologies ahead of time. This also isn't necessarily spoiler-y, but here's a warning for those who haven't gotten to Part 5 on their first playthrough yet. I mostly used this particular fic as a "foreshadow" or foreboding of everything that could possibly go wrong... i.e. the different routes, haha.)

@surviveweek

Everything was crashing down around her. She just refused to acknowledge it. Not out loud at least. She needed to appear strong for the others. It was what they expected of her. It was what they needed from her. Really, all she wanted to do was break down.

It had to be out of sight of the others. She couldn't let Takuma or Minoru know what was happening. Of course she considered them her friends—they were the first ones she encountered in this world, and the ones she was with on the camping trip that led them to this in the first place. But more than anything, she didn't want their image of her to be tainted. She had to stay strong, be the class president everyone expected her to be—

God, she was so weak.

"Aoi?" That was Labramon's whine. Aoi turned and mustered the ghost of a smile on her face as she met her partner's eyes. "Aoi, what's wrong? Please tell me."

"It's nothing." Aoi lifted her hand under her eyes to make sure she wasn't crying. Good. She had allowed herself a few tears earlier, out of grief for what poor Shuuji and Lopmon had gone through. Not to mention Ryo and Kunemon. Just how many people would they lose before they got home? Would they ever get home? To think, they'd been filled with so much hope when Jijimon had told them it had happened before. And then it all went downhill.

Deep, deep down, she was a little bit mad at Shuuji. He left her the oldest one in the group, now that he was gone. Sure, everyone defaulted to Takuma more often than they had to him, but at least with Shuuji around, the pressure of the oldest wasn't on her shoulders. She could pretend that they weren't expecting her to take care of them. Pretend, pretend, pretend. Sometimes, that seemed to be all that she did.

"You seem so sad, Aoi," Labramon insisted, nuzzling her head against Aoi's leg. "Please, don't be. I want to see you smile again."

"After what we saw, Labramon, that may… take a while." Aoi lowered herself to the ground, pulling Labramon into her arms. She couldn't put her finger on why, or how, but Labramon was such an immense comfort t oher. It was like having a manifestation of the part of her she didn't want others to see. And it was so soothing, too, to have that side of her validated through Labramon. "Thank you for checking on me."

"As long as I'm here, you'll never be alone, Aoi!" Labramon nosed her cheek—one of many dog-like gestures Aoi and the others had grown accustomed to. "I'm sure we'll get through this together."

Aoi nodded, but something was still gnawing at her. "Labramon… I have this awful feeling. I feel like something terrible is going to happen again. I… I really don't want to watch anyone else die."

"Oh, Aoi." Labramon's sad face reflected Aoi's as they sat there, embracing. Aoi wasn't sure she wanted any comforts her partner could offer; nothing would make this horrible feeling go away. She had the sense that Labramon already knew that. "We'll figure this out somehow."

"I hope so." Aoi sighed, releasing some of the pent-up tension that had been sitting in her chest for the past few hours. "I just… I want to make sure everyone is alright. I'd hate to see what happened to Ryo or Shuuji happen again to one of them."

"The others are strong, Aoi." Labramon nodded confidently, which made Aoi smile. "I'm sure they can handle whatever comes our way next. You can rely on me, and the others can rely on you!"

Aoi's smile wavered at that last point. "I know I can rely on you, Labramon. I just hope that everyone really can rely on me."

"Of course they can! You're amazing, Aoi! I'm sure you're the greatest friend any of them have ever had!" Labramon grinned, made even cuter by the little fangs sticking out of her mouth. "Even Takuma seems to think you're great!"

Now that did warm her heart a little bit. Aoi let out another breath that had been pent-up inside her with all the negative emotion boiling in her heart. "Thank you, Labramon. That really helps."

Labramon wagged her tail and nuzzled into Aoi again, proud of herself for helping her partner. And, really, Aoi was proud of her, too. Not just anyone could break through all the doubts and resentments she held in her heart. Maybe she did have an awful feeling about whatever was going to come next for all of them. But she had a feeling that no matter what came their way, she would have Labramon by her side through it all. Nothing was going to change that.

[chaoslynx]

Soo idk where to start lol but I just wanted to thank you for your immense service in this fandom! I'm new to it since I finished watching BF a few days ago, randomly stumbling upon your fics has been brightening my evenings. Just..wow. the way the characters are depicted with so much care and love, the thousands of ways intimacy is shown, the so delicate and respectful tackling of trauma and the very realistic and detailed portrayal of a post-canon future.. :')

And about this in particular, I happened to find one of your old posts on why the ending (at least the manga one, not the open one in the anime) is unsatisfactory. And how Ash DESERVED a better ending. You know I also felt that, I couldn't wrap my mind and accept that somehow, for a character like Ash. In the myriad of posts and people being like "it is what it is" or just justifying it in some way I found your post which also mirrored my kind of deep dissatisfaction? (can't find a better word tbh, haha)

And thanks to your post I didn't feel alone with my thoughts. So rn I'm like, happily living in a post canon world for AshEiji mentally, haha.

It was also eye opening how yes, people saying he was "beyond salvation", is in fact really disrespectful towards those who had a similar experience in their life and are recovering.

I don't deny it, I thought at first that maybe, my hope for Ash to be happy in a post canon scenario would indeed be hard for the "many reasons" some people were listing based on canon. I even thought, do I have a kind of "saviour complex" that didn't allow me to accept that and get the meaning behind that ending? ("maybe bc I study psychology" was also something that came to my mind to find a reason why it bothered me that much?)

Idk, in between all the people being devastated over the ending, the same ol' "cause the manga ending is canon", and people listing "why that ending for Ash makes sense" I just allowed myself to accept that yes, I can make my own ending if that disappoints me. I'm glad that some of your points in that post also made me realise so many things later on, that keeping aside what I really would like to imagine it to be, many things made sense on why that ending made not only me, but probably many others feel like it was "unacceptable", elaborating on arguments I didn't rationally thought about at first.

And this thanks for you fanfics too for entertaining me a lot rn ^^

So idk first of all sorry for this rant, and then just THANKS, keep going, hope you have nice days ahead of you, you rock. *runs away*

omg hi

I'm so glad you like my fics!! Eeeeeeeee

I've spoken about the ending a few times, and I'll say it again here: I fully believe that Ash deserved to live, and that the message that he "never would have been happy" is a very harmful one. No one is happy 24/7, but everyone can be happy often enough to make the sad moments worth it.

Ash dying makes sense from a literary perspective, but it's something I can't accept as "right" from a moral perspective. That's why I almost never write stories where Ash is dead. (I think I've only written one -- a request for Eiji visiting Ash's grave.)

As silly as it is, I hope my fics can bring you some comfort, at least in knowing that someone else thinks that Ash deserves to live as well.

No thank YOU!!! [also runs away]

[anticomedygarden]

Our crowning glory

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He got down on one knee/But I said "No way!"

When Catherine sang, she didn't see him. She saw herself as a young woman, fresh out of Durham House and hurling into the arms of Henry VIII.

Packed my bags/And moved into a Nu-nu-nunnery!

She should have known right then and there that her new husband wouldn't, couldn't, love her the way he should've. She should've known right then and there that the convent would've been kinder to her than the castle.

Joined the gospel choir/Our riffs were on fire

When she sang, she gave herself something new, something she deserved. She never wanted a divorce. She only wanted to live in a way worthy of her station and to raise her daughter well.

At the top of the charts/Is where I'm gonna stay

When she sang, she sang for salvation.

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Henry sent me a poem/All about my green sleeves

When Anne sang, the guilt and heartache washed off her in waves. She stopped seeing her own head in a basket and felt hope take its place, bright and burning in her heart.

I changed a couple words/Put it on a sick beat

She wished she could give her younger self the knowledge she had now, that a life with Henry, however brief, would not make her happy. She only hoped that her daughter learned that before she did.

The song blew their minds/Next minute I was signed

When she sang, she gave herself a do over, separate from her past mistakes. She denied Henry a place in her heart and instead took her life in her own hands.

And now I'm writing lyrics/For Shakesy P

When she sang, she sang for freedom.

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Since my first son/Our family's grown

When Jane sang, she saw her infant son, tiny and screaming in her arms. Her son, who she only got to know for 12 days before her death.

We made a band/And got quite well known

She reached out a hand to cup his chin, suddenly seeing her little baby as a young man. She savored that face, the one sitting under nearly 3 pounds of sparkling gems. This was what she had wanted with Henry, and this was what she had been denied.

You could perhaps call us/The Tudor Von Trapps

When she sang, she gave herself a family and the strength to know that she was the best she could have been. No matter when she died, she did her damn best, and she couldn’t ask anything more of herself. 

I'm just kidding/We're called the Royalling Stones

When she sang, she sang for the life she should've had.

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What a shame/Yeah, my face/It cost me the crown

When Anna sang, she saw that stupid portrait, the one responsible for her life trajectory since that idiot king looked at it and saw a pretty, docile young girl. Sure, it made her look beautiful, but what good was beauty in this world?

So I moved to the/Haus Of Holbein!/In my hometown

In her mind's eye, she slashed through the pretty canvas with her finger nails and turned to Henry, pointer finger accusatory and dripping malice. She never should have gotten on that boat to England, and she probably wouldn’t have if she’d been given the choice to not. 

His mates were super arty/But I showed them how to party

When she sang, she put herself right back in Germany where she wanted to be all along. She would never deny that her life post crown was fabulous and resplendent, but she didn't need that. She needed passion, and something to care about, though that palace in Richmond was pretty damn great.

Now on my tour of Prussia/Everybody "Gets down"

When she sang, she sang for independence.

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Music man tried it on/And I was like "Bye!"

When Katherine sang, she saw her 12 year old self, eyes still big and naive to the ways of the world. Even now, she was sad to admit those same eyes were drawn to the abject beauty of that child, the beauty that would cause her immense grief before her 20th birthday.

So I thought "Who needs him?/I can give it a try"

Now, she raged against the adults that had allowed that little girl to be abused so horribly for so long and then told her it was her own fault. She screamed and cried and tried to live her life on her own terms now that she had that choice.

I learned everything

When she sang, she stopped the grief before it could start. She may not have been able to change her own past, but she could damn well give that little girl something to live for.

Now all I do is sing/And I'll do that until I die

When she sang, she sang for the little girl she should've been.

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Heard all about these rockin' chicks

When Catherine sang, she saw herself at the altar of all four of her husbands, and she felt the combined dread of each day she was forced to be tied to men who didn't deserve her.

Loved every song/And each remix

She was a published author, for god's sake, but a young, eligible woman such as herself couldn't exist for long without being snatched up by inferior men with more power than her lest she be cast from society.

So I went out and found them/And we laid down an album

When she sang, she gave herself the dignity and independence she earned through hard work. All she ever wanted was to write and maybe make life easier for the women who came after her because no one should have to go through what she and the other five queens went through.

Now "I don't need your love"/All I need is SIX!

When she sang, she sang for the love of herself.

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also on ao3

[nekofantasia]

"Miss Chen? Miss Ran? I think you already know this, but... I'll be sure to say it out to the both of you in case."

Deep breaths. A small bit of silence, doing his best to smile.

"... I'll be going on a journey outside of Gensokyo on a journey sometime soon to pursuit knowledge, so... I won't be back in here for a while. In order to become a better kitsune, I would need to learn as much things as possible, to be someone everyone could be proud of... you know?"

This is extremely hard to talk about for him, especially since Ran is the kitsune he looked up to, and Chen is pretty much like a twin to him, and a sister. Memories of them both of them playing together, how they helped each other with their insecurities...

... It's really tough, knowing that he has to leave that behind.

......

"That's it... Thank you for having me around after all these years, both of you. I'll be sure to try to visit whenever I can, but it'll be a while."

Maybe both of them heard of Eri leaving Gensokyo, but it didn't make the announcement any less shocking. Well, at least for Chen. She was hoping that it was just a rumor or even a prank, and this visit was just the usual stuff she always loved having. And while Ran was still calm about it, there was this silence that overstayed its welcome as one struggled to find her words and the other was just waiting patiently for her to eventually find them.

Atfer all, this is her brother right? He's a big part of her life and now he's leaving? Don't get her wrong, hearing him wanting to brave the world outside for a long journey was something she's wanted to do as well so she's happy for him in that regard, but at the same time...it gave her an immense sadness knowing that her days won't be the same without him around.

She probably had more in her thoughts to sort it out, but suddenly feeling her master's hand on her shoulder brought her back to reality.

"Now Chen, I understand how you're feeling. But don't you think he deserves to hear an answer from you now?"

"Right, right..." Chen nodded. Her master was right. Eri was probably expecting a response so better not keep him waiting.

"Look Eri, I...I know it was you."

Wait what?

"It was you, right? You took care of me when I was alone watching the household. Honestly it's a bit embarassing knowing you've probably seen me cry or have doubts of myself back there. I know you wanted to practice your shapeshifting but...thank you, you made things less lonely here."

Still, there was something she didn't like hearing from Eri so she had to address that quickly. Placing both of her hands on Eri's shoulders, she gave her brother a very reassuring squeeze.

"Eri...nothing you gonna do from here on is gonna make me proud of you, because I already am. You're my brother and I know you can do anything so always remember that."

"I also share the sentiment, Philomele. Seeing as I'll no longer have to tutor you here's my last advice for you: Don't doubt yourself. You've grown so much since we met and while it's guaranteed that you'll encounter dangerous situations in your journey, I have no doubt that you'll be able to overcome each one of them. Know that you're always welcome to visit us."

With that said, Chen gave her brother a tight hug.

"I love you, alright? I know you got this. Oh, but maybe I should give you a weapon so you can fight off! How about a sword that can curse the owner's opponents, that'd be nifty!"

"I could prepare you some material if you want to deepen your current kitsune skills...Surely you don't mind carrying an extra 50 kilograms right?"

Spoken like a true couple of Yakumos to the very end huh....

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

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MUNDAY ASKS ✈️ — ever traveled anywhere interesting? 😁 — what’s your favorite part about being part of the rpc? 😤 — what do you dislike the most about being part of the rpc? 😗 — what are some of your favorite things to do when you have some time to yourself? ((Cut for length!))

✈️---I've been to a lot of places in my life, but I do have a few very core memories from those areas that I think fundamentally changed me as a person. This might be long, so, sorry!

One of my first times outside of the country of my birth was when I visited Mexico, I was maybe 8 years old, and I remember vividly there was a tiny black cat that kept following me. I spend every waking minute I could with this cat, feeding her, taking her into our hotel room so she could have a safe place to be, brushing her and holding her often. I think about her often, and I remember having to leave her behind, it was somewhat devastating for me and even thinking about her now makes me misty eyed. I know she grew older, and eventually passed, but I hope her life was filled with other little children who would take her inside and give her kisses and pieces of fish from their dinner. She deserved that. And it was a privilege to be able to love her.

😁---ALL OF YOU! It sounds immensely cheesy, but you all have really helped me improve my confidence in writing and my art. I've gained a very wonderful group of people I'm happy to call my friends that I feel like I can connect with so easily; it's a breath of fresh air. To be able to just..talk and discuss ideas freely is so calming. I genuinely didn't think Robin would be as well liked as he is, so that's been a very big boost.

😤---To be honest, I've only really had a single bad experience so far, and I'm very grateful for that. I don't like adding to drama or call-out culture because I think it's extremely immature haha--so I won't go over it here! I've buried the incident and would like to keep it under the dirt, I've healed from it, gained people I genuinely love, and won't let it bring me down or let that painful time define me. The world is so much more than that.

😗---Oh geez, well, I often write on here! I really love writing, plotting and allowing the expanse of my emotions to be placed into something positive! I also sew, cook and garden. Granted these are all also things to actively do, one of my favorite things to do, and due to my sleeping schedule it happens often, I love to go onto my porch late at night, maybe 2-3am, and just...look up? There's something so calming, and haunting, to me about just gazing up into the wide abyss above, an infinite stretch far greater than anything I could ever hope to imagine. Untouchable, and so distant, and yet, inspiring. I see the beauty of the stars and am reminded that that is what I'm built from, stardust and trillions of years in the making. I realize then that...I am alive, and I am here in the present moment...What a wonderful and rare thing, even if its only for a blip in the cosmic timeline, and even if I ultimately don't leave anything lasting I will always have the knowledge that I was here. I got to experience the world, my life, my loves, my anger, sadness, the cool grass under my feet, and moments of joy that make me laugh so hard I cry--and in that moment I feel truly relaxed and at peace.

[existential-dread-in-the-am]

The first time I saw you, I felt something I thought I had forgotten. A strange warmth that comforted me and made me feel…happy, I guess. I had long since forgotten that feeling. This is not a love confession. I want to tell you everything I didn't say, and that now I will never be able to tell you. And I don't regret dying, but I do regret how things went. Because, you and me, what are we? Because we are not friends or lovers, but we aren’t family either. We are something eternal, impossible to break. We have lived together for a short time, but I cannot conceive life without you. Because I love you, but I love you as you love a forest, something immense and beautiful, powerful and terrible if necessary. Something in which you want to take refuge and let it protect you, but also defend from all evil. What are we? Because we should be enemies, but I know how much it hurt you to kill me. Because nothing in your family ties you to me, but yet you stayed by my side. We are something indestructible, and even if you can't reach me with your power, I will live in your memories. And it hurts to say goodbye to you, but it was necessary. You know better than anyone how much I hated my very existence. You were the only thing that made me reconsider my decision, but I couldn't help but wish for death. What are we? Because even when I was collapsing, you were there, and I want to think that I helped you too. Indeed, it has been a short time, but it has meant more to me than I can express. I never had anyone to comfort me after I killed someone. You weren't the first person to worry about me, but you were the one who has done it the most. What are we? Because when I see you I want to be close to you, hug you and spend hours talking, reading or doing anything. I love when you touch my hair, it makes me feel protected and safe. I like to look into your eyes, even though they are the color of blood they are beautiful. Maybe they are beautiful because of that. They are the first thing of that color that doesn’t make me throw up. I will miss the evening walks, the lake and the trees, and our house. And also Ohire. I liked him. What are we? I asked myself that question many times while you were sleeping, while I was looking at your black hair and reading the books that laid scattered on the floor. I didn't find an answer, and now I can't keep looking for it. I am writing this letter speaking as if I were already dead because I know that when you read it you will want it to seem that I am there, talking to you. Although I will not return, I will miss you in these lines. What are we? I guess in the end it didn't matter. It wasn't necessary to know, because as long as we stayed together it would be fine. If things went wrong, if pain consumed us, we would be like an oasis. The opposite arms would become refuge. It was not necessary to know because, every night, while we watched the stars with our feet in the water of our lake, everything was fine for a while. The darkness became an ally, and the sadness died until the sun came up. I saw your marks, each one of your scars. Under the moonlight, they ceased to be a symbol of a dark past to become the path to a new world. I'm sorry I didn't tell you all this in person, but it's too late to regret it. We won't see each other again and I know it, and as I write this I feel like my chest is stuck under a rock and it hurts to breathe. But I have to, because you deserve what I tell you and much more. Tell me, what have my last words been? I want to say goodbye to you properly, but I don't know if I can do it. I'm not going to ask you to live for me, because that would be too selfish. Do what you want, your life belongs only to you. We will not share anything again, because I no longer exist. But I would like you to look at the stars at night and remember our forest and the sakura tree. To remember the place that we called home. Even if we don't see each other again, this letter will be waiting for you whenever you want it. Good morning, little one, and remember that I love you more than anything.

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