#and giving me the opportunity to talk about my characters

[familiarscars]

Lost In Control | Bad Omens | CHAPTER 06

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

⋆ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. Bad Omens X ex-girlfriend and singer!Reader.

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. You and Noah had a difficult ending but you still need to support each other for the band.

⋆ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒). melancholy, ex-boyfriends, difficult relationships, alcohol abuse, swearing, drug addiction, violence.

It's okay to not agree with the characters' attitudes during the fic. It's good to remember that the story is fiction from the author's sick mind and of course they will make dubious decisions according to my fantasies. Nothing is done to be compared to reality.

NOAH

Prisons are noisy.

I went through the security check and was ready for the visit, waiting in a room with several tables where emotional family members awaited their loved ones who could walk through that door at any moment. The minutes on the clock with hands, hanging on the wall in front of me, moved with hypnotizing slowness.

Tick. Tock.

It didn’t take long for her to come, hands restrained by handcuffs and wearing an orange jumpsuit. Not very different from her daughter in physical appearance, even though the daughter was much prettier. I saw her neck stretch as she searched the room for someone she knew, and when she spotted me sitting there waving with a small smile, her posture stiffened.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Crystal barked, sitting in a chair across from me. Without any manners, she didn’t even say good morning.

"I found this in a pile of mail and saw you needed a visit." I signaled with the paper between my fingers. Opportunities rarely landed so easily in my lap, but this one was worth thanking the gods for.

"But it wasn’t your visit I asked for! Where is my daughter?"

"Was there a problem with your watch? You’re nine years late to ask if she’s found a place to live!"

"That’s none of your business!"

"Everything concerning her is my business. Don’t be ridiculous!" I said, loosening my tone slightly.

Crystal looked around uneasily. Her nails were dirty with soil, and she looked sweaty—I guessed it was from the prison’s activities. Clearly, the days here weren’t treating her well, judging by her expression and the size of her dark circles.

"How did you end up here?" I asked, tilting my head to the side. "No… wait! Let me guess! This is definitely your idiot boyfriend's fault, isn't it?

"I need to talk to my daughter," she completely ignored my sarcasm and dragged the chair closer to the table.

"Don’t tell me you’re hoping for her help to get out of here?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

Her silence made it inevitable for me to burst into laughter, shaking my head slowly. Leaning forward, I rested on my elbows on the table to speak as quietly as possible.

"You know when I’ll let you get near her again?" I whispered into her wide eyes. "Do you think I don’t know what you’re trying to do? You realized you’re alone, and she might be your only source of money and a ticket out of here. Only for you to then go after that man and keep ranting about her on social media like a lunatic, giving even more material for the people who hate her to make her life a hell!"

It was impossible not to notice the sudden change in her expression. With me, she could show her true face without hesitation. Playing the victim wouldn’t work.

"And what makes you think you have the right to come here and tell me what to do?" she questioned, lifting her chin as if she were in a position to challenge me. "I don’t think we’re that different when you took advantage of my daughter’s open door to keep destroying the little she had left!"

"EVERYTHING THAT FUCKED HER HEAD UP UNTIL NOW IS YOUR FAULT!" I spat, pointing a finger at her. From the corner of my eye, I saw the guard adjust his position as the conversation escalated. "No matter what I did to fix it, you always seemed to be there like a damn shadow to remind her where she came from!"

"I’m sorry if you wasted nine years of your life, boy."

Suddenly, that sentence felt like a shock through a high-voltage wire, and I stood frozen, staring at the apathetic face of the woman in front of me. I couldn’t say for sure if I had wasted nine years of my life while we were together, when I knew nothing but her. No other feelings, no other touch—nothing that didn’t come from her. All because I refused to live something different, something that didn’t include her, even if it meant facing hell every day.

I blinked a few times and clenched my fists before my thoughts could drag me into a place I couldn’t return from now.

"If it’s up to me, you’ll rot in this place, and I’ll do everything to keep her further away from any news about you."

Crystal swallowed hard, her fingers fidgeting nervously, tensing as my presence loomed over her. I leaned down to leave one last message in her ear.

"And I’m sure you’re still in touch with that boyfriend of yours. Don’t forget to tell him he can’t keep running from me forever," I whispered with satisfaction, hiding a little laugh.

Slowly, I straightened up and looked down at her one last time, seeing her as still as a statue, staring blankly at the table. I stepped back gradually and walked toward the exit, dreaming of the moment I’d finally rid myself of that place with its strange smell.

When I arrived at the studio, the band was in their respective spots, rehearsing on their own. Everyone was laughing at something that quickly lost its charm the moment I crossed the door, as if a dark cloud had invaded their colorful world.

Chewing my gum with more intensity, I hardened my expression as soon as I saw Landon sitting on one of the stools, like an audience interacting with the performance on the small stage in the center of the room.

I didn’t miss for a second that his eyes—and his stupid, unfunny jokes—were directed at one single person, who seemed to find joy in even the wind brushing through her hair. I shot him a brief glare that could have pierced his body while the energy drink can in my palm seemed to disappear under my grip. We worked at the same record label. He was the owner's son and the vocalist of some irrelevant band. Naturally, we didn’t get along.

“You’re late, Noah!” The lone feminine voice broke our eye contact, and I turned to join the others. I didn’t bother looking at her directly, but out of the corner of my eye, I watched her adjusting her guitar while he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

More precisely, off her long, tattooed legs, exposed by a short plaid skirt.

“I’ve got a watch,” I replied.

An awful silence filled the room in seconds, and Folio broke it with a casual drumbeat, a habit whenever we traded jabs.

“And you, Landon?” I asked while checking the microphone setup. “Don’t you have anything better to do? I remember booking this space just for my band today.”

“No one complained about me being here before. We’re just hanging out, chatting, man. Don’t tell me you’re gonna cry about it,” he said, smirking. “Ruffilo was giving me a few tips.”

It felt like my face had been plunged into a tub of lava, the heat rising so fiercely in my cheeks. If the mic stand could talk, it would probably beg me to stop gripping it so tightly.

“I don’t see any problem with Landon watching the rehearsal.” Strangely, she seemed overly agreeable today, her sultry tone almost convincing if I weren’t paying attention. Actually, I knew perfectly well why she was acting so liberally—she was high.

“But I do,” I snapped without taking my eyes off him, still lounging in his seat like he owned the place. “We already have enough issues with band members getting distracted, and the last thing I need is a pest hanging around!”

“Buzzkill.”

I caught a whispered insult from afar, followed by their shared laughter, which only fueled my rage.

Jolly and I exchanged glances, and I was sure he was thinking exactly the same thing I was.

“I won’t ask you to leave again!” If my eyes had the power to kill, his body would have been shattered to pieces by now.

“Okay, okay! See you later...” He stood, shoving his hands into his pockets and shrugging in mock surrender. “Oh, Noah, almost forgot—I’m hosting a little party at my place, just something casual with friends. It’d be cool if you came with the rest of the band.”

And who said we were friends?

“See you there!” Folio shouted from the back of the room.

Landon nodded, and just before leaving, I noticed him brush his hand against hers in a slow enough motion for her to take whatever he handed her and tuck it into her pocket. I took a deep breath as the door shut, leaning my head against the microphone stand with my eyes closed while my bandmates silently gestured to one another to start playing.

“It’s too late…” she began, testing the microphone.

“Stop.”

“What’s wrong?” she asked, throwing her hands up.

“You’re doing it wrong.”

“Okay, okay!” Jolly intervened. “It’s fine; we’ll start over.”

The intro of Take Me First started again, and I saw her clear her throat, straightening her posture as she inhaled through her nose and exhaled slowly through her mouth. Even after all these years, she still warmed up incorrectly, yet her voice seemed to defy every logical explanation, getting better every time despite her doing everything wrong.

Every time she opened her mouth and delivered a line, my mind entered some hypnotic state. My body didn’t care about the destination, as long as she was guiding the journey with her characteristic husky, dramatic tone.

“It’s too late…”

“Stop!” I ordered. “Start again.”

“It’s too late…”

“Stop!” I repeated. “You’re still coming in at the wrong time!”

Her lips trembled as she huffed in frustration, and without saying a word, she excused herself, marching across the room to lock herself in the bathroom.

“Have you lost it? She’s coming in at the right time, according to the new intro!” Jolly snapped, impatient. “If you’re going to nitpick, at least point out real mistakes!”

“Jolly’s right, man. Chugging all that energy drink is probably messing with your chakras!” Folio teased, punctuating his words with a playful cymbal crash.

“Folio, where did you even get the idea that energy drinks can do that?” Ruffilo asked, spinning his neck around with a puzzled expression.

“Let’s continue the rehearsal,” I said over my shoulder, watching them exchange glances.

“But she hasn’t come back yet…”

“If it mattered to her, she’d be here. Let’s go!”

Without questioning, they returned to their positions, and the intro started again. I cracked my neck from side to side before leaning into the microphone. During the opening bars, I closed my eyes, trying my hardest to pretend she was in some parallel space where her shadow couldn’t reach me.

But all it took was opening my eyes to collide with reality.

The bathroom door was still shut.

After practice, everyone grabbed their things and left for their destinations.

I have to admit, I felt betrayed, but screw it.

Lying on the couch in the living room, nothing seemed to hold my attention. I couldn’t watch a movie, couldn’t read, or even jot something down in a notebook because even the sound of the pencil scratching the paper annoyed me. I picked up the guitar and placed it on my thigh, hoping silence might serve as inspiration, and on the first chord, my luck had the string snap.

“Shit.”

I sighed, bored, banging my head against the back of the couch. On the floor, there was a pile of crumpled-up balls of paper from all my failed attempts at composing something. My mind was emptier than my stomach.

“I hope your little party is awful, sweetheart,” I murmured sarcastically to myself. Maybe talking to myself was the last stage before fully surrendering to madness.

The light of headlights in the garage caught my attention through the window. Judging by the incessant chatter, it was the guys—they were laughing and coming inside with parallel conversations and an armful of grocery bags. When I came face-to-face with them, I did a mental roll call, frowning when I noticed someone was missing.

“Huh,” I hesitated, crossing my arms and leaning against the couch. “Weren’t you all at the same party?”

“No, we changed our minds and went to the supermarket,” Ruffilo shrugged, lifting the bags. Suddenly, all the smiles disappeared. “She’s not here?”

My feet went numb, and for a moment, I thought I was floating, the ground vanishing beneath them. What pounded in my chest could easily be mistaken for the echo of a drum, grating against my ears. I didn’t fully understand why, but there was an unsettling itch beneath my skin that spread throughout my body, like a thousand needles piercing all at once.

“Shit.”

“Noah, where are you going?” one of them shouted, but I was already out the door and in the car, turning the ignition with the same speed I left the garage.

I was definitely speeding, but my vision felt too blurred on the city’s narrow streets as I swerved past car after car. The tightness in my chest gripped me diagonally, and I used my finger to loosen the collar of my shirt, trying my best to breathe in slowly and stay focused on the road.

Every time I heard a horn, it had the power to jolt me back to reality, preventing my car from crashing into another on the shoulder. The closer I got to the address, the more my agony escalated, and the harder it became to fight against the paralysis threatening my body.

I parked in the first available spot I found. Cars were haphazardly positioned with no room to maneuver, so I had to vault over a few hoods to get through. Loud music and a dense crowd amidst smoke—the party at Landon’s was so packed and noisy it was impossible to hear my own thoughts. Dodging a few girls drinking and bumping into a guy, I ended up with an entire drink spilled over my hoodie.

He was ready to curse me out but paused when he looked up and smiled.

“Noah? Noah Sebastian?” he squinted, double-checking what he was seeing. “Hey man, would you mind taking a picture with me? My sister loves—”

I didn’t wait for him to finish, turning my back on him, breathless, my heart hammering at a wild rhythm. It felt like I was getting closer.

Instinctively, I decided to head upstairs. On my way, I ran into Landon. He was stumbling over his own feet, wearing star-shaped glasses, nearly collapsing onto me. Luckily, I pushed him off just in time, throwing a punch that sent him sprawling onto the floor, creating a circle in the crowd.

Shaking my fist in the air and ignoring the murmurs, I took the stairs two steps at a time. As I reached the hallway, my insides twisted in dread over what I might find. Kicking open the first door, I found a couple—clean. The second door revealed some people passed out. The third was empty, aside from the mess.

That left me with only one option.

At the end of the hall, there was only one white door, which I assumed was a bathroom. I forced the golden doorknob and found it locked. Panic flared through my body. I slammed my shoulder against the wood, breaking through on the second try.

The music became just a distant echo.

And my heart was on the verge of stopping.

It was impossible not to collapse onto the wet floor beside her as soon as I saw her pale, unconscious body with liquid trickling from her lips. Despite my panic and groans of anguish, I forced myself to check her pulse. I abandoned every rule about not touching her again, cradling her in my arms and thrusting my fingers into her mouth to reach her throat. But there was nothing to pull out, and even if there had been, she was too limp to expel it.

“No. No. No. No,” I repeated in desperation, holding my phone to my ear while dialing emergency services. “Stay with me. Keep breathing. Please. Please. Please!”

I had no idea if I was doing the right things, but I was alone and couldn’t think of anything else besides needing her to come back. Her face was so sunken I could see the blue veins stark against her skin. Her well-shaped lips were dry and cracked, contradicting the increasingly shallow breaths escaping her nose.

“Keep breathing. Keep breathing. Keep breathing,” I kept repeating, pressing my lips to her forehead, feeling something wet and salty transfer between us as the hold music played in my ear. “Please, my little storm.”

The music outside drowned out my cries of pain—not physical, though. My body felt numb, like enduring a long episode of cramps. All the pain was internal, dissolving as I watched her grow colder in my arms.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

⭑ @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard ; @anarchydomainglory ; @iluvmewwwww75

[musashi]

Hiiii, so this is a call for some help with a video I have in the works right now.

I am looking for a Latinx volunteer to... I guess sensitivity read and/or help me fine-tune a very specific part of a youtube video script. Preferably someone in the Ace Attorney fandom, but you do not need to be by any means--if there are any plot details you need me to explain to you to make my points clearer, my autistic ass will jump at the opportunity.

It's a misconception debunking video with a little 'character assassination' bit at the end where I plan on talking about unfortunate boxes, flanderizations, and stereotypes that some of the characters in my favourite visual novel often get lumped into. One of these characters is Diego Armando, a Latino (dark skinned Japanese in the original) man who is constantly held to higher scrutiny by the fandom than his lightskinned peers. He is frequently demonized, painted as a misogynistic scumbag, held in much worse faith than other culprits for his very understandable and sympathetic wrongdoing, and overall just treated incredibly harsh for things that other comparable characters get away with on account of them 'looking' white and having more anglicized names.

Since I am white myself I do not plan on speaking excessively about the experience when it is not my own but I think it is a huge fucking disservice to not focus on the fact that this fandom treatment all just stems from racism. It's the one part of my video where I don't plan on even entertaining "the other side" or explaining where the misinterpretation "comes from" I want to just. Make the point. That it's racism, with no rhyme or reason.

But I obviously don't feel qualified to just do that on my own so this is just me putting out feelers to ask if anyone would like to read over this part of my script for me, offer concrit (scalding concrit if you must, please, I want it to be as tight as possible) and basically just make sure my own white privilege doesn't gloss over, misrepresent, or miss anything. Basically just asking for help not fucking it up.

Again you do not have to be into AA to help me with this, I can tell you all about the character and what he does and doesn't do, his place in the story, and the things I hear about him in fandom and how they don't hold up on other comparable characters. Just know I will have to spoil the whole final game for you if you ever plan on getting into it haha. And, once again, please only volunteer if you are Latinx yourself.

I will, of course, give you full credit and thanks in my video and in the description, and link my viewers to any and all platforms if you'd like. Since I make no money off youtube and am horrendously broke myself, if you have any donation links posted anywhere I will boost the hell out of those too. That's about all I can offer for compensation OTL

Please contact me via ask if this is something you're interested in. You can also reply on this post and I can open DMs for you or get in touch with you via email or discord. I really, really, really want to include this in the video but I want to do it right.

Even if you're not someone who qualifies, if you are an AA blog or have lots of AA blogs following you, I'd appreciate a reblog to boost this! Thank you :3

[nemainofthewater]

Halfway through, and it's a close race with Mei Changsu in first with 19.7%, then Zhou Zishu with 19.2%, and finally Pei Huai in third with 18%.

Tag propaganda under the cut:

Pei Huai

#see i don't think mcs is like going out of his way to eat poison#poison just happens to him more often than anyone around him would like#pei huai on the other hand has means motive and opportunity by @sinni-ok-sessi

#I also immediately went for Pei Huai#he literally does this and doesn’t even have bullshit poison immunity he’s just Like That by @jianghushenighans

#polls#i chose pei hua but let's be real#it's pei hua and tang fan staring each other down and competitively doing poison shots#while a bored dong'er reads one of tang fan's wips with the bottle of antidote in one hand by @foxofninetales

#nearly voted li lianhua until i saw pei huai there#pei huai is an absolute terror in the vicinity of poison#tang fan: what have you got there? pei huai: A POISON! tang fan: NO!!!#pei huai is the spiders georg of the poison world#average person yadda yadda poison huai who lives in a cave adn drinks 10000 a day…#(ps i’m love him ❤️) by @unfortunatelycake

#polls#pei huai#my beloved mad scientist#he does it on purpose for science no duress required#but hed probably do it in exchange for a new world veggie too#he’s just Like That by @auroramagpie

#poll#the sleuth of ming dynasty#please it's (with caveats) so good#pei huai#ok i also adore ying hecong but he won't think twice about asking you to poison yourself whereas lao pei will make you talk him into it by @a-sea-with-no-shores

#i absolutely agree with everyone saying pei huai#didn't he eat a tomato or something bc he was told it was poisonous and was disappointed it wasn’t? or am i remembering that wrong by @marquisguyun

Mei Changsu

#I am forced to disagree with my esteemed colleague#on the basis that 'medicine that will give me a month of full function in return for burning out my remaining lifespan' is.#reasonably classifiable as poison. by @morkaischosen

#nirvana in fire#i mean.... he DID do that#more than once even by @acesgroupchat

#you know who I voted for#(mcs)#but maomao would get the vote has she been included#antri by @xiaojingyan-jingwang

Song Qingshi

#soooooo many strong contenders here#but i have to go with song 'i am disfiguring myself with poison on the regular' qingshi#boy is so full of poisons. he's not normal about it. he thinks he's normal about it but he's not by @noswordinourlake

Wu Xie

#there are so many poison-eaters...#but I'm choosing Wu Xie#because he gets surgery so he can inject snake venom directly into his nasal organs#no one wants him to do this#it makes them sad by @vergoftowels

Ying Hecong

#oh my god this is the hardest poll yet#the number of these who have literally eaten poison on purpose in canon....#I think I'm definitely forgetting details about pei huai based on the tags... anyway makes sense that he's winning#I picked ying hecong because I figured other people wouldn't be choosing him but he's a little freak and deserves some recognition#but truly. it's SO hard to choose here. they're all winning the 'idiot who would eat poison' award to me by @silver-grasp

Li Lianhua

#lmao#i voted li lianhua#it doesn't need an explanation#he literally ate something he was allergic to that he considered poison#because it wouldn't affect him bc of the bicha poison#but tbf most of the characters i know on this poll would#zzs definitely would#mcs would if it furthered a plot of his#i know three others by name only so i can't judge by @fire-burning-brighter

#llh literally ingests poision and knockout drugs constantly#they dont effect him but its amazing how many people you can convince when you can just hit poisions whenever#feel like he ingests at least one (at least semi-) toxic substance every plot arc by @fealiniel

Other

#my mind immediately went to Apothecary Diaries#maomao#jinshi#the apothecary diaries#but applies to MCS too i guess 😂 by @indelibleme

#I feel every single one of these is i_cant_read.png at the sight of a warning label#if they're in the mood#see also:#yu she and zhong wan from 'those years in quest of honor mine'#yu she in particular has never seen a toxic item that he didn't immediately stuff in his mouth while maintaining deliberate eye contact by @woolasaur

#i think it's gotta be wei wuxian#especially emphasizing the part where he does it for Science#and then spits it out by @dripping-moonlight

AITA for preventing my friend from eating POISON?

They claim that it's for science/to mess with people/it just looks so tempting!/don't ever give me an explanation, but I don't think it's wrong to ask them not to literally poison themself? However, they've told me that it's 'enrichment' and I'm a 'spoilsport'. So AITA for stopping them?

Write-ins, propaganda, and images are welcome!

[morallysuperiorlips]

Quick Character Development Hack...

Want an easy way to really get inside your character's heads?

This guy. Right here.

There are also the 400 and 500 variations, but it's all the same difference. I know you've probably seen these at Five Below or Target or Amazon or wherever else you shop. Next time you do, grab one.

The prompts in these books are more like journaling prompts, rather than actual fiction writing prompts. You won't find any specific whump or romance prompts in here, but you will find some prompts that air on the side of self-reflective and the like.

Above are some examples from the 500 variant, just to give you a few examples.

But morallysuperior, how is this a hack for character development?

Well, it's easy. Instead of answering the prompts for yourself, answer them as your characters.

For example, one of the prompts in mine is "What do you want people to remember about you?" and I answered as my character Nergal, and he talked about how he's content being remembered as a cannibal, because nobody fucks with cannibals.

Another prompt was "What can you never get enough of?" and I answered as my character Iblis, who solely talked about sex and hookups because he's always DTF.

There was another prompt that asked "In what way do you spread yourself too thin?" and I answered as my chcracter Hela, who rambled about how she works too much.

I can go on and on, but the tl;dr here is that these questions really allowed me to get inside my character's heads. I had to think about things in their regard that didn't immediately apply to their stories at hand, and allowed me to delve a little deeper into their psyches to answer some otherwise pretty mundane questions. I'm of the mindset that the more real your characters feel to you, the more real they'll feel to your reader, and the questions these books provide give you the opportunity to flesh them out in ways you probably wouldn't have previously considered.

As always, happy writing! <3

[capybonara]

just ran through the tags you gave us, those comics were so good!! i love the framing and your artstyle is so cool... im a huge nut for worldbuilding and i love your ideas about saiyan history, mythology, and all that good stuff

VERY EXCITED that there even more deities in the "pantheon" like conquest and brute, we're SUPER curious what that comic about fight's origin was going to be like and about the identity of these mysterious moon gods... like the Silver Sister who seem related in some way to the triad's "ascensions" it's wild that you two thought all this up before battle of gods came out. there's only ONE super saiyan god I recognize and his name is FIGHT!!! o7 but seriously if you're willing to talk more about the characters, we'd love to hear more about fight's story :)

Sorry for the wait! I've been juggling so many things lately I haven't had a time to sit down and write this out the way I want to. Funny enough, I did recently go over my old story for Fight's origins so my brain is all refreshed. SO HERE IT GOES

There were three moons I made up that were always in different phases to avoid all three being full at the same time. And each had a name like Silver Sister, there was Red Child, and Dark Brother. Each god's own ascension correlated to one of the moons when they were at their zenith. So with Eat, Dark Brother was at its peak, and Fertility had Red Child.

Silver Sister was for God of Fight, and she was the only one I designed specifically for his story. He started out as a normal saiyan who is not happy with his lot in life, his clan is small, his leaders are weak and he wants MORE.

One night, he dreams of a white haired saiyan woman who he can only see in the reflection of water and she tells him she could give him everything he wants if he submits to her. And he's like "hmmm nah don't sound good" but she's being charming and telling him if he accepts her power and does the impossible task of killing the sun for her then he doesn't have to submit. He agrees to that and is like "okay let's see this power of yours" and suddenly he wakes up and he's turning into a giant ape under the full moon of Silver Sister and goes berserk and destroys everything around him.

When the sun rises, he turns back and while he's unconscious Silver Sister returns to him and he's yelling at her that he can't defeat the sun because he didn't have time, and he didn't have control. She laughs and says "you foolish boy you can't defeat MY mate, his power is mine, and I gave a portion of that to you which makes you mine!" When he wakes up his hair is gold, said to have been scorched by the sun, and a mark of shame to him, that he's under her control.

He doesn't hear from her again and he's angry that he was tricked but realizes the benefits of his new power and because of the destruction he caused, its opened paths towards new territory. And because they were witnesses to his transformation, saiyans of his clan look to him as their strongest leader now.

[k-l-ng]

Non-existent SVSSS Fanfic's summary N°1

Title : "Finding home"

(Any possible future addition to this AU will be found under the "finding home" tag)

Relationship : Ming Fan & Shen Jiu,

Shen Jiu & Shang Qinghua,

Shang Qinghua & Ming Fan,

Shen Jiu & Yue Qingyuan

Reincarnation, Hurt/Comfort, HE

In the modern world, some teachers and students of the Cang Qiong Middle School wake up with vague memories of a past life practicing cultivation. They recognize each other and start living in harmony, painting a heartwarming reunion.

Those who remain miserable are the same.

Ming Fan is glad to have his Shizun back. He knows that, this time too, Shizun will save him from a lifetime of abuse at the hands of his own parents. Shizun is busy now, but he’ll come very soon; he just has to endure a little bit. 

Shizun loves Luo Binghe, so of course, he’ll help his future husband first. He understands that Ning Yingying is also in a precarious situation, so it's natural that Shizun wants to help his other favorite disciple. 

So he waits, and waits. And waits.

Most of the staff seem to like each other better overnight. Only teacher Feng is still cold towards everyone, but it just seems like his default state, and he doesn’t share a past with his colleague. Besides teacher Yue and very tentatively, teacher Shang, no one tries to strike a friendship with him. Yet Ming Fan can’t help feeling drawn to him, and ultimately manages to find a savior in the man.

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Feng Jiu, unlike his ex-fellow cultivators, has been reincarnated with another surname. He remembers his previous life as a Peak Lord ending abruptly because of a Qi deviation, remembers the impostor taking his body to make a fool of himself, remembers all the love he never got being poured on his replacement; remembers being forgotten, unmourned. Except, surprisingly, by the little rat-shidi, and, maybe unsurprisingly, by his head disciple.

A disciple who, while not knowing he’d died, mourned the side of "Shen Qingqiu" that had disappeared in the blink of an eye. A foolish disciple who'd seemed to partially understand his bitterness at the world -he probably did, considering-, and who, despite Shen Jiu's obvious distaste towards male disciples, still tried so desperately to gain his approval, his affection.

The foolish boy is now crouched on the sidewalk crying, pathetically trying to keep silent. Crying for a Shizun who's gone back home to his family with Luo Binghe for the holidays.

As his teacher, Feng Jiu thinks, he is much obligated to help anyway.

[whitefang93]

Toastie!!! Hiiii!!!

Thank u for tagging me!!!

Okay I have a lot to share and thanks for giving me an opportunity to ramble and put my thoughts together so lets begin hehe

Last song - Fruits candy by Megumi kojima. I love Cardcaptors sakura and I seek that nostalgia often through this 90s jpop song. Life feels simple and the rhythm is stuck in my head like a loop!

Favorite color

Pink and purple/violet.

Last Book

We have always lived in that castle by Shirley jackson. So I was challenging myself to read some books for spookytober. And also something clicked in me with it's subtle parallels to monster's Leibert twins and Blackwood sisters.

Absolutely loved the atmosphere of this book of isolation of two sisters from surrounding world and how the home feels like a safe haven and an escape but caught in ghosts of the past in the house. A great psychological/horror genre.

Last Movie

I have been in a slump after watching a few movies of Japanese period fiction. It's all thanks to kaze hikaru, my love for chanbara/sword fights genre has come into forefront and I leaped into old japanese period films after Long..and discovered many gems.

So I think the last one was months ago, A geisha (1953) by Kenji mizoguchi. Stories of women of times, the geisha culture praised and lauded or seen through a rose tint glass, this speaks the story of two women who try to stand up against the norms that don't protect the rights and exploit women in name of culture upholding..

Unpleasant things no one tells or talks about.

Last TV show

Been few months since I invested in watching a TV show lmao my attention span is shit. I did speed run at 1.5x of Monster anime. Phenomenal. 7 years later revisting this seires and its stellar, all the more praise worthy!! A perfect adaptation of manga in 74 episodes. If you ever have time and feel like sitting for a noir style anime, a psychological thriller of slow burn then this is it!

Atmosphere, story, characters 10/10. This made my October Brain rot.

Sweet/spicy/savoury

I'm torn between spicey and sweet..., let's go with sweet atm! I'm craving basundi as I type lol

Relationship status

Single since forever lol

Last thing I googled

Lolita part 2 ch 2 summary. I get lost in the writing a lot of times and there's so much reading in between the lines.

Current obsession

Kagehina ☯️ ☀️ ⛰️

Monster by Naoki urasawa

Thing I'm looking forward to

Some financial stability lol

Ten people I'd like to know a bit better

I was tagged by @otakurooster907 and @thatfanficauthor107 (thank you both 🩷)

Last song: Defying gravity, from the Wicked musical (I'm so excited for the movie)

Favourite colour: it's that colour that is between pink and orange, like the sunset (as Peeta Mellark would say) or as if you were mixing the colours in the lesbian flag (as I would say)

Last book: Kafka on the Shore by Murakami, (I accidentally pictured Oshima as Suga the entire time)

Last movie: it was, once again, Inside by Bo Burnham, it's the perfect comedy special for when I feel like everything is going to shit, I can sing along while crying, and that's just beautiful.

Last tv show: I rewatched a the office episode yesterday, but I haven't watched anything new in a while :(

Sweet/spicy/savoury: sweet, but not too much. Sweet like dark chocolate, I'd say

Relationship status: single 5ever

Last thing I googled: "Xiaomi phone freezes reddit" because my phone keeps freezing, and I don't know what to do :(

Current obsession: which e-reader works the best on the web browser, because I have to buy one and I'd like to read ff from it without downloading the fics (if anyone has any advice I'll take anything)

Thing I'm looking forward to: the Wicked movie...

No pressure tags! @dellafloosh @this-is-krikkit @cosmorom @thegirlwhorideslikeasamurai @seijohsorbet @otabekisautistic and honestly whoever wants to do this! (I hope you don't hate me lol I've been tagging so many people lately)

[saltwaterconfessions]

okay idk how many of y'all also like murderbot but im sure there's at least a few of you. apple tv is doing a series with alexander skarsgård executive producing and starring. and i am very excited to see a TV show adaptation, i think it could be so good. im gonna tell my dad to watch it. at the same time, i am genuinely sad murderbot is going to be played by a white man. literally ANYBODY could have been murderbot. truly actually anybody. and im not surprised in the least, but i am disappointed. and like. if the Very Clearly Not White characters get whitewashed, im going to be FURIOUS. i really do hope it's going to be good but im braced for less than good.

[karamazovanon]

controversial opinion maybe but it BEWILDERS me when people (mostly americans ime) genuinely seriously with their whole chest complain about how impossibly hard russian names are. like. do a single google search. i don't see how you can comprehend that charles = chuck and margaret = peggy but can't fathom that rodion = rodya. how is this such a huge barrier of entry for people

[finderseeker]

@leucoratia Thank you for giving me the opportunity to talk about him even more

First off, I’m glad this solution seems to be such a hit!! I just couldn’t reconcile the character WD was becoming/had become with what we know of Gaster. So this works well!!! (Despite the questions it raises meta-wise.)

*Rubs my hands together evilly* Okay SO! WD and his relationship with Grandpa here. I haven’t completely decided on anything just yet but I do have some Ideas. Some Notions if you will.

I think there’s pressure to get into the field from family, yes. But I don’t think it was necessarily negative pressure, if that makes sense. Like, I’m not sure it was the kind of thing where they would have been disapproving or upset if he chose some other career, per se. More that they didn’t even consider the possibility that he would choose anything else. Sans is a physicist, Papyrus is an engineer/mechanic/something like that, and they’re both very smart, but WD, oh, he’s the prodigy. He’s the golden child, even for all his quirks and rarities. An anxious disposition and weirdly long tail and unusual font and cracked lip aside, he’s got so much going for him!

I think that, likely, in their efforts to ensure that he didn’t feel any different than anyone else regarding disposition and physical traits/limitations, and that he knew he was ✨special✨ because he’s so smart, his parents probably made it all worse, actually. Not acknowledging that he was, in fact, different and unusual only made him feel more invisible. Which of course made him feel bad, because he was the main focus of his family’s attention. (‘How can I be unsatisfied with when I get so much attention compared to my brothers? Am I just spoiled?’)

He felt he had no time to goof around, no time to play, because he ought to be studying and learning more. ‘Why, with a mind like that, he surely takes after his grandfather in more than just font! Perhaps he will be the next Royal Scientist!’ said everyone. Which, y’know, gets to you as a kid.

While it was only ever meant to be encouraging, the pressure to live up to that was overwhelming. It’s not just that he’s named after his grandfather, it's not just an abstract sentiment for skeletons. He’s got his font. Which, apparently, suggests some other similarities. He’s always The Serious One among his brothers because they’re always goofing off (from his POV anyway) when they should be working! How can they be so lackadaisical? The fate of all monsters rests on them helping their grandfather; how can they be so relaxed just because they aren’t on the clock? Is their pay the only thing that matters to them!? They should be endeavoring to find solutions at all times!

So. Yeah. His mindset is very much shaped by the idea that it’s his responsibility to use his abilities to help others. It’s not as simple as letting his family down. What he wants has never been a factor in the equation, and so he doesn’t linger on it. The way he exists has already dictated his life course. It’s as simple as that. It’s not out of love for others— whether his family specifically or monsterkind at large— but rather out of obligation and responsibility. He does not feel a particularly strong affection towards monsters in general. (The opposite, actually.) He has never seen the surface, and frankly, with as dangerous as humans are, he doesn’t entirely understand why or agree with the idea that getting up there would be a good thing to begin with. But breaking the barrier is the goal that’s been put in front of him, and so that’s what he works towards. Along with the supposedly more achievable goal of “helping people,” despite that being an incredibly vague and nebulous concept with no real direction.

He’s got this whole complex about what he’s supposed to be. No one is actually stopping him from being anything else, but the barriers he’s erected in his own mind feel immovable. If he has all of this ability, how could he not use it? Everyone is relying on him to be as brilliant as his grandfather and carry this mantle, but no one understands the pressure he’s under. No one understands anything! Even Papyrus, who practically never sleeps, doesn’t appreciate why he can’t just “take a break.” If he doesn’t accomplish something, he will never be free from these expectations!

I think deep down that’s why he kind of idolizes sci-fi supervillains? All the intelligence, all the means, and they use it for their own interests! They are beholden to no one, only themselves, and even the “heroes” can never stop them for good. Sometimes, the villains have better motivations than the heroes, even. I think WD’s fantasy, subconscious or not, is being able to go completely off the rails and create and do something utterly selfish. He has some bizarre resentment, I think, against people in general. Maybe it’s envy, in the sense that they lack the burden he does. Maybe it’s some kind of frustration that they’re all just standing around, twiddling their thumbs and waiting for some kind of “salvation” from either the king or from them, the scientists responsible for every other quality of life. If this solution needs to be found so desperately, why is it being left to so few people!? Why aren’t study of human magic and other magical-scientific disciplines a required field in schools? Why is there not a requirement that all who are able work on this pressing issue!?

So. He’s got this buried, probably subconscious resentment. He’s always irritated because of it. It feels like he’s the only one taking this seriously, and therefore the only one who can do anything about it. Rather than be reassured that no one is forcing this on him, his perception is that because no one else will “take it seriously” (read: “work ceaselessly”), it must fall to him. He has to. Because otherwise it will always be hanging over his head.

Now. Grandpa Gaster definitely doesn’t approve of… any of this. (In general, not the supervillain thing. WD is taking that secret to the grave.) Gaster encourages him to take breaks and not work himself so hard. Unfortunately, despite his kindness and reassurance, WD only sees that as, “Look, this is so simple for him that he doesn’t even need to exert effort! He thinks I’m far more capable than I am, he must think I’m accomplishing more than I actually am. I have to work harder so that I can reach that level and live up to this.”

Yeah.

Gaster is quite caught up in his own work, and although he cares very much for his grandsons, I don’t think he’s entirely… connected with them. He doesn’t realize what WD is putting himself through, entirely. He just sees a bright, like-minded young man with a strong work ethic and a love for helping others! Even if he’s a bit prickly and perhaps embarrassed about it. But he’ll come around! Young people are so caught up in how they’re perceived by others; surely WD will mellow as he ages.

(Spoiler: he doesn’t. Or, he doesn’t really get the chance to.)

The biggest difference between them is that Gaster is doing this because he loves people and he loves his work. All his efforts are a labor of love. For monsters, for unity, for freedom, for the universe. WD is doing this because he feels that he must. He is not especially moved by love. He doesn’t gain a sense of purpose from this, he only feels burdened.

Gaster doesn’t quite… pick up on this. I think he would love to have a warm relationship with his grandsons, and prooooobably does more with Sans and Papyrus. WD, meanwhile, has so many self-inflicted mental barriers and blocks and restrictions and obligations that he’s created this artificial distance between them. It really, really doesn’t need to be this way, but unfortunately our perception shapes our reality, and the stronger a person believes something to be a certain way— that is, the less open they are to being wrong— the stronger they shape their reality. Someone like Gaster, who is open to different interpretations and understandings and so on, is more likely to see reality for what it is— but even he’s not infallible, because he is a singular person who has his own experiences and therefore his own perception. He thinks WD is just “at that age” (whatever that means) and is simply trying to prove something or is overly worried about what other people think of him, and that it will pass with time. He doesn’t understand that WD is torturing himself over pressure that isn’t even real.

He thinks it's so wonderful that WD wants to work with him and spend time with him, and oh, he's such a bright young man, he will surely accomplish so much! He's so proud of him.

WD is... not really capable of accepting love (in the form of acceptance or pride) from others right now, because I think he feels like he has yet to earn it, maybe? He's got this impossible standard he's trying to reach,* and he's depriving himself of everything until he can get there. (Which will be never.) He's miserable and it's all self-inflicted. It doesn't even need to be this way. ((He and Seeker (the character) have this in common I think…))

He does love his family. He loves his brothers and his parents (probably?) and his grandfather and his cousin(s). He loves them way more than he'd ever admit out loud. He's exasperated that none of them seem to Get It, but he's so convinced that he's the only one who's right that there's really no telling him otherwise. He doesn’t even know what he wants, only that he doesn’t have it and can’t have it. (Except, he can, of course, if he would just freaking calm down for a second.)

The funny (or sad) thing is that if he could just get past this thing he’s got in his mind, he’d be a much happier, more fulfilled person. If he weren’t busy stressing himself out and running himself ragged (and actually making his own anxiety worse in the process), he’d be a warm, conscientious person and a loving, attentive partner. As it stands, he’s Stress Response Central and essentially is slowly cutting himself off from the people who care about him, rather than rely on them. (This potentially includes Asteri, but their relationship is a whooole different post.)

If he keeps on this path, one of two things is going to happen: he’s either going to end up killing himself (or worse) by falling into the same thing that shattered Gaster in some desperate last-ditch attempt to Fix Everything; or he’s going to crack (no pun intended) under the pressure and burn out in an absolute fireball of metaphorical explosives.

And from the outcome where he doesn’t die/end up meeting a similar fate as his grandfather, there are two outcomes.

So, he’d burn himself out gifted kid style, but like several times worse. Has a complete breakdown and it resigns him to being stuck at home/in bed recovering his mental and emotional energy. But also being extremely depressed and probably rotting a little bit. And isolating even more, honestly.

The good ending would be him slowly recovering and making peace with not being The Only One Who Can Fix Everything, and maybe not even staying in the same field of work (if he can work anymore). The good ending also involves him being on good terms with Tempus again. (But that’s an entire can of worms I’m not touching here.) If he’s anything like me, it’s gonna take a few years (minimum) of rest and recovery after pushing himself that hard. I would not be surprised if he causes some permanent damage to himself (either mentally/emotionally or physically) that renders him unable to work/do what he used to.

The bad ending is that he rots in bed and wallows in depression and mourns the fact that he “wasn’t good enough” to stand up under the weight of everything and Fix It. And he just. stays like that. Isolating himself more and more, refusing to talk even to his brothers. And also Tempus still hates him. And that’s it that’s his whole life. The rest of it is spent mourning and regretting and reliving every decision that got him here, reflecting on all the things he deprived himself of in pursuit of his goal, only to fail and end up unable to have those things now that he has all the in the world. Self-deprivation of pleasure or enjoyment or rest, and for what? To break down under the weight of it all and have none of it anyway. He should have enjoyed what he was offered when he had the chance to accept it.

Anyway, as you can see I have a lot of feelings and thoughts about him (and this isn’t even all of them). I doubt that he resents his grandfather, but I do think that with the way things end up, he feels like a disappointment to him and there’s really no way to ever be assured otherwise because Gaster’s gone by that point. But I guess that’s part of the point, really: that you’ve gotta be okay with where you are so long as you’re doing what you can (to a reasonable degree), even if it disappoints other people. I think WD needs a lot of things but honestly I don’t even know how to begin to help him. He needs to go on vacation.

On an ENTIRELY unrelated note, I may have come up with a really funny (read: “stupid”) solution to the problem mentioned in the second half of the tags on this post.

Which isn’t what I wanted to focus on. I need to work on the stuff I already have going. But. It would be funny and unfortunately sometimes that’s the most compelling thing.

I will elaborate on what this possible solution is tomorrow.

[dolokhoded]

my one season 4 complaint is Where The Fuck Was Aneesa

[angy-grrr]

There is gonna be more than that coming from the poll, but whatever it is vote Kacchan/Deku for best hero. Idc who wins i just need them to be together again

if they just announced it today without saying anything before, I would probably immediately do it.

Right now im just bitter because of the hype -I thought it would at least slightly relate to the actual story (adaptations of other stories, extra content for the volume which once again may I remind everyone is extremely short, almost half what a manga volume usually looks which is a huge problem).

This disappointed me extremely, as its not even related to any content from the manga beyond the characters it uses. I get that many ppl will work on this, and that artist will get excited over being able to get the spotlight, some will be able to ask specific questions, and a character will get a statue and a movie.

Still extremely disappointed because of the "special project will be announced on the 5th *wink wink*".

I can't feel excitement over it as, in my mind, I lost something that felt better -more content related to the story. So at best this would be "oh cool I can try it", a feeling pretty similar to the other announcements -not my favorite thing in the world, but I wont reject it and try to see what comes out of it.

This isnt at best to me right now

[thats-my-passion-right-there]

I finally saw the mean girls musical (the movie one) I have so many fucking thoughts oh my god

[impmansloot]

Anon with re: Vivienne post

Ah, got you, got you! My bad, haven't put all the ideas you outline together, but yes, I do feel like with Vivienne it is a very unpleasant display of prejudice towards black woman with. I won't call it character flaws strictly? With nuanced personality maybe?

Have a feeling that if she was white or, even better, white guy the reception would have been maybe not dramatically, but definitely different. Certainly more room given to express opinions players would disagree with.

She is nuanced, that's true, but I think I can consider her loyalist stance a flaw to me personally, it's generally something that for many players who are pro-mage puts her into a morally gray area--the same way cassandra being a super cop seeker and сullen being an ex-templar does--but I'd argue she's much more sympathetic because actually Vivienne cares deeply about mages and the tranquil too if you care to learn more about her. Probably the same way Sera cares about the poor and doesn't want to see any more blood of her people. (we do love cass btw even if she gives us nothing as a divine). And she also truly cares about you if you befriend her.

But if we're talking actual flaws there's her cattiness (which is just fun most times let's be real), her envy (towards Morrigan), and then there's classism too (towards Sera and Solas, there might be more tho?), and as a Divine she still pretty violently dissolves the College of Enchanters formed by independant mages if you had an alliance with them during the game. Don't get me wrong, Dorian is at fault with most of those too, and listen my guy literally excuses slavery at some point which is. yeah. not great. it's a product of the society he lived in and he does change his views, but i think he doesn't do this until like tevinter nights afair and I've barely seen people grilling him on that, he's still one of the most adored companions

Reception totally would be different. I mean, reception to Сullen is way more positive than to Vivienne overall, and he's not even a loyalist mage, he's pretty much a templar who has a clear dislike of mages (unless you romance him and you're apparently not like other mages). No hate to сullenites btw... just making a point. but also if you like сullen but hate vivienne what's your excuse lmao

Either way all dai characters are flawed in some way but most times it just makes them more realistic unless we're talking plainly bad writing of course. It's just Vivienne gets more heat for it

[armando-triplepapito]

Did someone ask for song recommendations for ysblf? 👀

I love this question. The ones I can think of right now are the following:

1. Te dejo en libertad by Ha*Ash. This one reminds me so much of Marcela, the lyrics are heartbreaking and self explanatory as to why I think of her.

2. Mientes tan bien by Sin Bandera. This one would be for Betty after she reads the letter. There were times were she was really conflicted because even though she thought he was using her, the things he said and did seemed really genuine so this song could apply for her confusion.

3. Por Amarte Así by Cristian Castro. This one would for Armando especially after Betty returns from Cartagena.

4. La Incondicional by Luis Miguel. This one would be a song Armando would for sure dedicate to Betty. It reminds me of how unconditional Betty was with him ever since the beginning. She didn’t expect anything in return and was happy loving him in secret that’s why, in part, the scheme was so painful.

5. No me quiero enamorar by Kalimba. This one reminds me of Armando when he started the affair with Betty. While he did admit he wanted to fall in love before (despite getting increasingly doubtful it was ever gonna happen), he wasn’t expecting to fall in love with Betty at all. He felt miserable for deceiving her in this way, couldn’t even imagine going further than kissing for this very same reason. And I think that once they crossed that line, he could tell how much both encounters affected him and fought back hard against his feelings, looked for so many excuses to avoid coming to terms with them. But ended up having to admit it in the end. Even Mario tells him he fell in love with the wrong person 💔

This got so long, my apologies but I just love ysblf so much and get excited whenever I find someone to talk about it. Thank you and have a lovely day.

First of all, I just wanted you to know that I love love love you!!!! I'm always so happy to receive song recommendations and please never apologize for sending a long message it actually makes me happy especially when you're sharing your thoughts☺️

Second of all, I wanted you to know that you're the reason why I even started a ysblf playlist! While trying to answer this message I started a google docs to make a list of all the songs I want to talk about but that list quickly became too long, it was two pages long!!

So here's 20 songs that remind me of Marcela, Armando, and Betty!!

Ahora Decide - Pimpinela: I feel like this song kinda represents Marcela and Armando's relationship. Armando being used to their routine "Lo único que sé es que dejarte no puedo, Me acostumbre a esta vida, a esta clase de amor, Y cuando pienso en cambiar, de verdad tengo miedo" and Marcela just being pushy, pressuring Armando to leave or to stay(and yall know she really doesn't mean that).

Tu Falta de Querer - Mon Laferte: I would like to think Marcela would listen to this song after her breakup with Armando but mainly because of this one sentence -_- "Y dime porque, Cómo fue que me dejaste de amar? Yo aún podía soportar Tu tanta falta de querer". Idk, even if Armando and Marcela got married and if Armando continued with his hook ups I feel like Marcela would NEVER let him go. I feel like that's how she views love. Forgiving the unforgivable.

No Me Ensenaste - Thalia: Another song Marcela would listen to after her breakup with Armando. I think this song really represents Marcela! She just doesn't want to let go!

Laura No Esta - Nek: Armando would definitely listen to this song after Betty left! Just replace Laura with Betty and there you go it fits! lol! "Contigo olvidare su ausencia" "quedate y llename su espacio" These two lyrics always remind me of when Armando to stayed over at Marcela's apartment after the bar fight and rekindled their relationship.

La Despedida - Daddy Yankee: Definitely Armando's song especially during the bar fight. "Y tu recuerdo, me esta matando Hasta la muerte aqui estare esperando Nunca lo olvides, te sigo amando" AHh love this!! Actually I got this song from an edit lol!!

Dejaria Todo - Chayanne: There's no denying this is Armando's song! "Lo dejaria todo porque te quedaras Mi credo, mi pasado, mi religion Despues de todo, estás rompiendo nuestros lazos Y dejas en pedazos a este corazón" this part specifically reminds me of when Betty throws out the bag with the cards and gifts 😭

Todas Mueren por Mi - Cartel de Santa: Armando during his asshole era lol!! " Soy tu vida, soy tu muerte y vivo para cogerte Tengo frio el corazon, pero la verga caliente" It cracks me up cause it's true!!

Dos mujeres un Camino - Laura Leon: Betty and Marcela's song!! Tho I'll have to give it to Marcela only because of one line "Mi sueño se terminó Cuando ella apareció"

Perdoname - La Factoria, Eddy Lover: Armando and Marcela's song!! "Cuando estamos en la camita, baby, we are burning" sex is the only reason why Armando continues with the relationship (let’s not include external factors) and Marcela always forgiving him 😮‍💨. Plus this song is funny lol

Loca - Shakira ft El Cata: Betty would dedicate this song to Marcela lol. "El esta por mi y por ti borró Y eso que tu tienes to', y yo ni un kiki". Cracks me up!! I make up fics with this song lol!!

TQG - Karol G and Shakira: Betty when she returns to Ecomoda after her glow up!! Line after line this song just fits!! "Si sabes que yo errores no repito?" not wanting to get back together with Armando. "Dile a tu nueva bebé Que por hombres no compito" when Marcela kisses Armando in front of Betty!! Like girl stop! You're embarrassing yourself! Betty don't care!! "Si ella supiera que me busca' todavía" now that's cold!! I can go on and on for each line, this song was simply made for Betty!

Un Hombre Normal - Espinoza Paz: Betty when she leaves Ecomoda. "Nunca fui tu prioridad, ni tu centro de atención Y tengo que asimilar, que si ya no estoy dentro de tu corazón" I like to think that after reading The Carta Betty revisited bad memories like how Armando left her all night at the office. Probably beating herself up for believing someone like him (someone who literally forgets about her existence) to magically express romantic feelings for her 😭. I always cry to this song!

Por Que Sera - Rudy La Scala: Betty and Armando's song!! You know their romance was more passionate because it was essentially prohibited lol!!!!!🤭

Soy Rebelde - Jeanette: Another song made for Betty. All she ever wanted was to be loved and to be happy. I think her way of being rebellious is by being with Armando. Ik she's with him because she loves him but at the end of the day she is going against what her parents had taught her.

Como tu Mujer - Rocio Durcal: Betty when she accepts the fact that she can't be with Armando so she decides to leave thinking it'll make Armando happy.

Con Los Ojos Cerrados - Gloria Trevi: Betty always knew that Armando was a liar and they had no future together (confirming this on their 2nd night). Knowing these facts she would blind herself to continue with a fantasy TT^TT

Te He Querido Te He Llorado - Ivy Queen: I always think about this song when Betty execute her revenge. "Y ahora vas entender Cuando me veas con el" when she parades around with Nicolas. "Si en mis manos tuviera un puñal, lo usaria Y la vida yo te quitaria Por dejarme tan sola y vacía" when she overhears Armando and Mario's conversation of sending her to another country. She did have a "puñal" which was the real balance for the junta directiva and she used it to essentially "kill" Armando.

De Contrabando - Jenni Rivera: This is such a funny song but this is how Betty behaved with Armando! She was willing to see each other sparsely, left no evidence of her involvement with him (tho there was that one time with the poem), never asked for explanation from Armando, she was just happy with him looking her way!! It just fits lol!!

Con la Misma Piedra - Grupo Límite: The signs were there! Anyone could've guessed that Armando started a relationship with Betty for cruel reasons, to conserve his company. The signs were right in front of her yet she fell into his trap just like how she fell into Roman and Miguel's trap! She also knew she was playing with fire so girl why?? Why do this to yourself?!

Viveme - Laura Pausini: "Víveme sin más vergüenza Aunque esté todo el mundo en contra Deja la apariencia y toma el sentido Y siente lo que llevo dentro" i just LOVE this part of the song. Even tho Betty knew their relationship should never come to light deep down she did want everyone to know or at least wanted Armando not feel embarrassed of her and be able to love freely. It's a shame they weren't able to continue their relationship before Betty had her glow up and it's an even greater shame there's little to no fanfics of them. That's what sad about wattpad fanfic, everyone wants to speed up Betty's glow up😞

Sorry for the long post! But you know what they say quadruple it and give it to the next person lol! I know most of these are already known to be related to their specific ysblf characters but I still wanted to recommend them and I know some might not make sense but all you need to do is squint a little!!😭

Anyways thanks for the recommendations I seriously loved them! I already added them to my ysblf playlist and if you ever have more recommendations feel free to send them my way!

Much love❤️❤️❤️

[ereborne]

please please please, did the space-monk keep his armies up his sleevies??

Of course he did! 

This is an exceptionally silly title, but in my defense, it’s a nonsense file full of contradictory timeline schenanigans and snippets of a fic I am not writing.  The same fic I’m very very absolutely not writing that I mentioned in the seven-sentence post last Sunday, actually!  It has been plaguing me. 

The thing is, is that I am so sure there ought to be a way to make it work.  I haven’t found it so far, so far I have only found many ways not to make the metaphorical lightbulb, but I feel so strongly that it should work.  I will make it work eventually, and then I will be free. 

The ‘it’ (army up our sleevey) in question:  the Mandalorian Empire!  I am so sure that there should be a way to rewrite these wholeass war stars so that the Mandalorian Excision is a turning point in the history of the Jedi Order, but in the opposite direction from canon.  Have it be the first time the Jedi were commanded to go commit large-scale violence against a sovereign system just because the Republic said to, and so the first time the Jedi found themselves truly pushed to a point where they cannot do as ordered without wholly breaking the tenets of their Order but cannot disobey and keep themselves safe and in a position to fulfil the objectives of their Order—and have them turn to the Force for a third option. 

It's a pretty radical third option, because I want to play with the timeline and also because the one scene makes me so so so happy, but—instead of killing off the Mandalorians, they meet with them, make a deal with them, pack them up on ships, and slide them into a pocket in the Unifying Force to be retrieved (much) later, when it’s safe.  Fast forward all the way to AotC, once the Jedi have discovered the clone army prepped for them on Kamino and received that implicit authorization to hire what amounts to a mercenary army, they can do a fine magician’s flourish and pull the better part of the Mandalorian Empire out of their sleeves!  What a scene that would be, I want it so badly. 

And all the fun of the set-up, too!  Imagine it, right, the Jedi have elevated ‘from a certain point of view’ to a zen art and have a now long-running history of taking creative options to do the most good possible regardless of Republic guidelines, but keeping it all on the down-low has given the Jedi chronically poor PR (essentially the same as they have in canon) and the truth of many things has passed out of memory and into the keeping of the Force.  Then the tragedy at Galidraan happens, Dooku’s faith wavers, and the Force returns one secret to them—Dooku’s good friend Sifo-Dyas gets him together with Master Archivist Jocasta Nu and the three of them learn about the pocket Mandos waiting to be pulled, the absolute proof of how far the Jedi will go (and how much the Force will support them) in order to preserve life.  And then immediately after that revelation is when Sidious comes to whisper in Dooku’s ear, all his manipulations, how the Republic is corrupt and the Jedi are useless and if Dooku wants power enough to make a difference he’ll need to do something radical—and Dooku is playing him the entire time. 

And thematically, it could be so good!  Revisiting the original Star Wars question of are the Jedi knights following lords or monks serving a higher purpose!  The distinction between lying to gain the freedom to do good (Jedi mind-trick) and manipulations to gain power to do evil (Sith compulsion)!  Once-and-future Mandos who are both the kings waiting to return to their people and the sword waiting to be drawn!  The Clone Wars are still fought, kind of!  An Empire still rises, kind of!  The clones who were chattel, produced and sold by a failed Mand’alor, denied any culture or history, destined to fight and die unacknowledged in someone else’s war; now being adopted wholesale by the returned Mandalorian people, hailed as a gift from the Force itself, sharing their knowledge of modern times and being taught all the cultural traditions of Mandalore’s heyday, being treated as beloved children and kept as safe as any Mando’ad could be!  Anakin, fatherless child of the Force, as the prophesied Chosen One, found by the will of the Living Force, trained by a sleight-of-hand master with a powerful connection to the Unifying Force, strong enough to bring balance to the Force not through massacre but instead by bringing back an entire people!  Renewal, healing, proof that good will always ultimately triumph over evil but that you have to get it there through a balanced combination of faith and hard work! So fun!!!!

Exactly how and when all this happens and what the hell all the fallout is, though, all that stuff still escapes me.  This file is an absolute nightmare bog of snippets and bullet-point ranting.