#and like you have to pay to get into the festival so if i couldnt volunteer then i cant get into the rest of the celebration

[shitpostdevil]

Wishing everyone else a happy and safe pride, and for your floats not to get vandalized like ours did (we were unfortunately not able to walk inthe parade because of it and proceeded to sob because pride is supposed to be happy and I am anything but that right now)

[albedobeheading]

nothing like sitting in a zoom meeting doing LITERALLY fuck-all while my boss tries to figure out how to use this program she's had to use for YEARS

[sbk-zgvlt]

Fueling the mental illness, I see

Previously I talked about a Sebek who went to Royal Sword Academy instead of Night Raven College, so now we'll explore a Noble Bell College Sebek!

While Sebek applying to NBC is a bit of a stretch, I believe that it might happen if Sebek felt unworthy to be by Malleus' side as his retainer after failing to get into NRC

Of course, still highly unlikely in canon, but this is an au for a reason >:) Sebek chooses to distance himself from the rest of Diasomnia by choosing to go to NBC

Sebek's character development is much "quicker" in this au since he now doubts his fae side as well. "If my fae blood couldnt even help me as Malleus' retainer, then what use is it now?"

He still shows his dislike for non-fae, but its significantly toned down. This Sebek is a bit more self-deprecating, but he still wont hesitate to shout at you to prove a point.

Now here's when it comes tricky, enter: Rollo Flamm. We all know Rollo and his disdain for magic users, most especially Malleus, so how would he react to a half fae like Sebek?

He's less harsh on his comments about Sebek, but his dislike for him is still there. Seeing that he's someone who likes to keep things in order, Sebek attending NBC will definitely throw a wrench in whatever plans he has for the school year.

Doesnt help that Sebek is a "bit" loud, and I have a feeling that Rollo is one step close to just kicking him out entirely. Even so, maybe he gets used to Sebek's voice in the halls.

Of the way that he's so eager to learn. Of the patch of light-green hair among the crowd of students. Of the sheer intensity of his undying determination. Of his loyalty.

But then he finds out that he's Malleus' retainer. To think that Sebek's loyalty was for one of the most esteemed mages in the world- it makes him want to rip his hair out.

His dislike for him is much more clearer now, practically avoiding him until Rollo realizes something. He could use this to his advantage.

He could use Sebek to his advantage.

The next day, Rollo greets Sebek when they pass by each other in the halls, as if he didn't sneer at him the day before. Sebek pays no mind, just happy that he's not being ignored anymore.

And in his quarters, Rollo makes his plans for the festival masquerade.

[nowheregeneration]

Some concert thoughts

So i saw Rise Against live last week and i've been (unsuccessfully) trying to write a post about it so here are some thoughts in no particular order:

I spent the whole evening standing at the barrier, inching closer to the center every time people moved around between sets, still ended up on the side, view was great though During give it all Tim came down to the barrier in the other side so i basically couldnt see at all (😭), BUT he came down again during savior and stopped right in front of me on my side, so i had a moment of me and Tim just smiling at each other from different sides of the barrier wich was amazing!!! Also i just realised then how small Tim is? Like i was standing in the metal things?? on the floor at the barrier and idk how even the ground was on the other side, but i stared right over the top of his head for the first moment because i was looking straight ahead ooops 😅

They did play a new song!!! And by that i mean they played the song, i spent the whole time trying to match the melody to something in my head to sing along and then Tim went "that was a new Song btw" So i cant tell you much about it because i dont remember a single word from it, but it did sound amazing!! New Album when

I loved how clearly you could hear the backing vocals!! The last time a saw them i couldnt hear them at all, but the acoustics in that place were a bit weird so maybe thats just me?

They played a lot of songs from the sufferer and the witness wich ist my fav rise against album so that was great, especially loved hearing worth dying for live for the first time. BUT i also love the newer stuff and it kinda sucks that it doesnt get played much (yeah i know everyone wants to hear the old hits especially at Festival shows), i REALLY loved nowhere generation for example and i would LOVE to hear those songs live

The concert was on August 10th, wich was the 20th anniversary of siren song of the counter culture wich was kinda cool. Im bad at remembering dates, so while i knew that the album turned 20 this year i had no idea it was on that day until Tim said it. I also had no idea that it was called siren song of THE counter culture and had been calling it just siren song of counter culture all these years so maybe im just a bit dumb ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

A bug landed on Tims shoulder, he picked it up and talked about how it really feels like summer when bugs land in you, and how they have the same bugs in chicago and it feels like theres a bit of home there Idk i just thought that was lovely? And how much did that bug have to pay for the best view in the whole place?

Tim forgot the second verse of ready to fall and just sang nonsense words to the melody, and i thought how thats actually really really impressive that he can just...do that. And that i wish i had the confidence to just sing anything when i forget the words. Like 30 or 40 minutes later i forgot the words to the 2nd verse of audience of one and just screamed nonsense words along to it so that didnt take me long 🤣

I hurt my shoulder. Again. Didnt even go in the pit. Rise Against is bad news for my shoulders. Still 1000% worth it

[dungeonscribe]

Fandoms: Mha, Genshin

Amount of chapters planned: 60

just a uh normal crossover I thinks, I got really bored and when someone suggested I write something like this I said "Screw it. Why not." then started planning this one at the start of the summer but didn't have much time to do any significant planning

Just some general silliness of having genshin characters in the mha world but also the angst that comes with it I guess

and as the first post on this blog, a lot of these will just be rants about parts of the fic, not any of the actual parts fully written

Cast: Almost everyone from Mha, literally only Mineta, Sato, Ojiro, and Hagakure wont be there, bc I have no intentions of even trying to get their characters anywhere close to canon and also just didn't want to write them. As for Genshin, for majority of the fic it will be a specific cast of characters, 2 from each nation (inazuma has 3) until a certain point, in which I'll add 3 more characters. only at the last few chapters will it switch back to teyvat and then the whole playable cast will be there

All of the following were selected by a wheel

From Mondstadt, Albedo & Mika

From Liyue, Gaming & Qiqi

From Inazuma, Sara, Heizou, and Kuki

From Sumeru, Wanderer & Layla

From Fontaine, Furina & Freminet

From Natlan, Kinich & Kachina

From Snezhnaya, Dottore & Pantalone

If you couldnt tell, most parts including natlan and snez characters will be planned before their release in mind, so their characterizations being wrong is literally because of that, shrugs, if I feel the difference is too big I'll rewrite their parts lol

Timing: Mha, about 7 months before the entrance exam, for genshin it starts after the events of Fontaine

Story Layout

Tbh i plan on making the chapters long as hell to make up for how few I have for certain Arcs, but like considering how much I plan on writing they would have been long already

Entrance Exam Arc: Chapters 1 - 4

Quirk Apprehension Test Arc: Chapters 5 - 6

Battle Trial Arc: Chapters 7 - 10

U.S.J Arc: Chapters 11 - 16

U.A Sports Festival Arc: CHapters 17 - 24

Vs. Hero Killer Arc: Chapters 25 - 30

Final Exams Arc: Chapters 31 - 35

Forest Training Camp Arc: Chapters 36 - 41

Hideout Raid Arc: Chapters 42 - 45

After this it clips back to the world of Teyvat since I don't want to get into the whole rise of villains saga just yet (I wasn't pay attention when I read up to that part, so it doesn't feel right to write it)

Act I: The Outlanders Who Caught the Wind [46 & 47]

Act II: Farewell, Archaic Lord [48 & 49]

Act III: Omnipresence Over Mortals [50 & 51]

Act IV: Truth Amongst the Pages of Purana [52 & 53]

Act V: Masquerade of the Guilty [54 & 55]

Act VI: Incandescent Ode of Resurrection [56 & 57]

Act VII: Everwinter Without Mercy [58 & 59]

Epilogue: Chapter 60

I'll decide after the epilogue whether i wanna go to the next saga or not

onto the next post lol

[midnightmisadventures]

Pt 2 Liam Dream

Here's what I got...

We um, we were in our dream settings as usual. Fancy cruise dinner but not necessarily on a cruise, state college, huge manison, is it christmas? and most importantly.

The biggest up and comer. That park/camping/venue/camp that sometimes day is performing at outdoor festival style or there is a very cheap and country carnival. Looong "road"or driveway going to the park.

Theres also the dream town? And we were at one of those restaurants in one of those plazas if that makes sense.

And we were talking about various things while getting ready to go somewhere together.

There were other relevant guys what we knew or who were interested in me in the dream?? And I started talking about them casually not in a way where im praising them or calling them attractive. But in my head i felt myself talking too much. Like i had a feeling bringing them up would make Liam upset, but it was like I couldnt stop myself or like word vomit.

So then he tensed up or whatever and asked "who's more attrative "insert guy we know" or a famous basketball player" "Compare him to a famous basketball player you think is hot"

and as he was going i was like "no no no, im not doing that" and he was like "cmon, just do it" as if it was all good fun and not something he was upset about. I was like Liam no, im not gonna talk to you about guys and tell you whos hotter thats crazy, why would i do that." And something along the lines of....i love YOU and thats all that matters. But also not that bc i couldnt define our relationship exactly

He kept pushing, and i said i dont even know any basketball players by name except the famous ones. I only know the people my dad talks about anyway. And because he wouldnt let go, i even tried to name ACTIVE basketball players at the top of my head and i was struggling just to prove it to him, but i was hoping he believed me.

We then started talking about going to events, and like upscale things, not the grammys or something so big but potentially an award show. And he made a comment along the lines of "you get a girl who lives/works in new york and she'll start talking about stuff like this" Like oh so fancy, uhuh this checks out since you work at a fancy job in the city now and you do fancy things.

Lmaooo. I was just like what?? But we moved past it.

This comes off like he was being an insecure dick. But he wasnt.... lol. Insecure? okay yea probably but he wasnt being a dick it was very playful vibes but only significant cause i could see through it and tell this things were bothering him a little.

But it never felt like at my expense. He was always just trying to measure himself to feel good enough for what i was experiencing and who i was around.

Then.... time goes on. Its just us we're talking the same. And I tell a story about how one time i didnt pay a parking meter? And didnt get a ticket but i parked illegally. Idk a super harmless RANDOM story.

And after I told it he got quiet. And weird. Emphasis though on not mean. He was sweet and gentle the whole time. But his deameanor changed. And i tried to keep talking but now he was SO down. So I was wondering if I should bring it up, should I wait till we leave and say something in the car....

But i just said "im sorry, is it something I said? What's wrong"

And he looked up from tying his shoes and was like....."uh its just that (lets say "not paying the parking meter?") is really dangerous and I wouldnt want anything to happen to you. One time something happened with me and my dad and it was really bad"

And i felt horrible I was like "oh im so sorry Liam, I would have never brought it up, if I knew you had trauma attached to it" and he quietly was just like "its okay" And i was about to go over to him and hug him or rub his back but I asked "do you wanna talk about it"

And he just shook his head. So i was like...okay, he wasnt mad at me. He was just in a bad mood becaus of whatever bad memory.

But i....to fill the silence i guess kept saying sorry. Even though i didnt need to apologize anymore lol, I didnt know it would trigger him. And i asked him if he wanted to talk about, AND i said i wouldnt park illegally again. (Even though whatever my random story was about wasnt that bad)

My point was i did everything i could so i need to learn not to put it on myself to make him feel better. He's allowed to be sad. People can be in bad moods. Its not my fault!!

Which maybe explains why, then i said "Im sorry if now im talking too much, or saying the wrong thing i-, just sometimes don't know when to stop or if im doing to much"

And he said something in a cheeky way like "yea....you coulda stopped already. You don't have to keep talking"

And in the dream i took offense to that (silently). And got insecure about yapping too much.

But thinking it through now I think he was just saying "its okay you don't have to overcorrect or fix something that you didnt do" (or even that you did). You apologized. And he wasnt upset cause i told a random story about a parking meter. He was upset becuase he was reliving whatever trauma with his dad.

Swipe up for part 3

[sunshine-in-a-bottle]

Venting. Yay. You guys want to go out for ice cream?

What's the point of all this, man. I am in Semi Constant Pain, I'm exhausted, and when I'm not exhausted I'm manic, and sometimes I'm both at the same time. Music is my favorite thing in the world and yet I don't want to touch my schoolwork. Family's grumpy because I can't tell them what job I'll get with my degree and how much money it'll make. I can't take care of my parents, or my sister, or my beloved like this; I can barely take care of myself.

I feel fucking terrible being envious of the little block gamers, but. They have money. They own their houses. They get to play a game I love with their friends. They get to talk to people as a chat or on a zoom instead of feeling terror from being surrounded.

I don't want a mansion or a bazillion dollars. I just want to be safe. I want everyone I care about to be safe.

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

basically a Striker x male imp with powerful regeneration powers, the two knew each other before Striker worked as a noble assassin, y/n by having these powers was almost always in extreme danger situations (like fighting a noble without a head and still somehow win), the two constantly bickered and usually ended up with broken bones. Now these days they meet again after years without seeing each other and with repressed feelings they finally have time to talk... after fighting a little more

Striker x Male Imp with a healing factor.

You and Striker first met each other years ago.

The two of you ran into each other during a job. You both had been hired to kill some petty mob boss.

Striker was seconds away from killing the target, when you jumped through the guy's skylight splatting onto the ground.

Jumping up you effortlessly killed the mob boss and all his bodyguards.

Striker confronted you outside the building, surprised at how good you look after falling through a plate glass windows.

He told you that was good work, if sloppy, but that was his kill. And he just couldn't tolerate theives.

He was surprised by just how nonchalant you were, as though he were telling you something you'd heard a hundred times.

You told him a job is a job, and you wouldn't hold it against him if it were the other way around. And much to Strikers surprise, you turned, and began walking away from him.

Striker, froze, processing what was happening, before he raised his rifle and blew your brains out.

Usually didn't like shooting people in the back, especially a fellow assassin like you. But hey, you practically asked him to do it.

He began to leave, only for you to suddenly jump him from behind, scratching up his shoulders and back, almost managing to cut his throat.

He threw you off, before spinning around and fired three more shots into your chest. That seemed to keep you down this time.

Dragging himself away, he looked back to find you weren't there.

He found himself on edge for weeks after that, never sure If you were gonna go coming looking for pay back.

He only calmed down after running into you at a bar.

And much to his surprise you didn't seem to hold any animosity towards him, in fact, you actually offered to buy him a drink.

Not wanting to offend you, he said yes.

He ended up actually enjoying the night, the two of you having a lively conversation over a few drinks

He couldnt help but ask about the whole, "I shot you in the head, why aren't you dead" thing.

So over a few glasses of whiskey, you explained that you had a serious healing factor, so serious, you were borderline immortal.

Needless to say Striker was amazed and honestly found it kinda hard to believe.

Although what happened next put it all into perspective.

A large demon walked up to you, saying a few words he sunk a large blade into your chest.

Before he could draw his pistol you placed your hand on his shoulder.

Taking a large gulp of your drink, you pulled the blade from your chest and plunged it into the demons stomach. And like nothing had happened, you went back to the conversation.

After that Striker finished his drink, thanking you before he got the fuck out of there.

That was not the last time you and Striker crossed paths. The two of you often ending up taking the same job.

You always having an advantage as you could just recklessly run into a fight, absorbing every attack before killing the target, and walking away unscathed. Where as Striker had to more carefully think his strikes through.

And much to your surprise and joy, you found that through the many jobs you and Striker fought over, you developed something of a frienemy complex.

As annoying as you stealing his jobs was, he couldn't deny, he was having the most fun of his life.

Striker was an extraordinary Imp and it was exceedingly rare he found anyone on his level. So getting to test his skills against you was great.

The two of you were constantly fighting.

Most of the fights were picked by you, usually finding something petty to fight over.

You found the fights good fun, since you weren't really in any danger and Striker always gave his all in a fight.

Your fights got more common, Striker randomly attacking you on the street. The two of you fighting for hours, both refusing to submit.

Bloody knuckles, bruised bodies and broken noses, the two of you were relentless.

And oddly enough, between the brutal smackdowns and all night benders, you found you began enjoying each other's company.

It was an odd dynamic.

The way you could go from brutal fighting, to casually enjoying a meal together, back to a brutal melee.

Though despite your questionable relationship, the teo of you ended up seeing less and less of each other.

Striker began taking much higher risk jobs, often taking on nobility, and as such becoming harder to find.

While you on the other hand, with the pile of cash you made through your killing work you decided to take up several hobbies.

Painting, music, craft, but you would quickly grow bored of them, they were all too easy.

So you decided to travel, taking up any job that caught your fancy.

You tried to let Striker know, you know, for old times sake. But just couldn't get in contact wirh him.

A by-product of being known as a royal killer, you suppose.

You travelled for a few years, traveling the seven rings, taking up various jobs and drastically expanding your resume.

Eventually you'd find yourself in the wrath ring, finding work on a very quaint little ranch.

Usually you'd spend a couple months on the job before moving on to the next one. You'd done this for years, never sticking around for more than six months.

But you found yourself sticking around.

Life on the ranch was good. It was lots of hard work, but you were never bored. And the annual blood moon festival was always something to look forward too.

And over time, you found yourself genuinely enjoying your work. finally finding some sort of purpose in your life, finding yourself being treated like a member of the family. Eventually you worked your way up to foreman.

It wasn't long after a tornado tore through the ranch, you and another worker getting caught up in it.

Only managing to survive because of your healing factor.

You limped back to the ranch, you had to at least act like you were injured. The whole family was overjoyed to see you alive.

But it wasn't long after that a familiar face showed up.

Striker. In all his cowboy glory.

Initially you were overjoyed, tackling the Imp to the ground. Striker effortlessly throwing you off, before he recognised you.

He seemed just as happy to see you, the two of two sharing a hug.

You couldn't explain it, but it felt amazing to hug the Imp. The two of you sharing an long moment together. Staring into each other's eyes.

Apparently he was in town and looking for work.

You didn't buy it for a second, of course. Striker was a cold blooded killer, not some field hand.

But when the boss asked, you still backed his story, telling the boss he was the hardest working guy you knew.

Which wasn't Untrue.

So Striker began working under you, which was great, since he had to do everything you told him to.

But eventually you confronted him about it, telling him you knew he wasn't there for a field hand job.

Striker tried to keep the facade going, but he quickly gave in and told you he was there for a target.

You figured as much, striker telling you he actually planned on taking the position of foreman, as his cover and after hearing that you knew you couldn't let this opportunity go to waste.

So you didn't.

For the first few weeks he was there, you made sure he got all the grunt work, the two of you often getting into fights like the old times.

Though you did take emense pleasure in watching Striker struggle to do basic field work.

But if striker was one thing, it was adaptable.

And soon enough he was working as hard as anyone.

The two of you became close again, alot like last time, but there seemed to be something new between the two of you.

Like a longing that had grown between the two of you, after spending years apart.

Your feeling would grow come to a head after a trip into town.

Striker would use his first pay check to buy a bottle of local brew. Which in wrath, was essentially moonshine. You'd find a hill not to far from the ranch, before popping the bottle.

The two of you would go through the bottle fairly quickly, reminiscing about the good old days.

Both of you getting more and more inebriated as you dug deeper and deeper into your past.

Telling him you had tried to sat goodbye, but couldn't find him. Striker would admit that he had missed you desperately. Hed tell you how it was only his work that kept his mind off of you.

You would lean in close, inches from each other, leaning in, you'd share a much over due kiss.

You weren't sure how Striker would react. You half expected him to knock your lights out.

But instead, Striker pulled you deeper into the kiss, his hands beginning to roam your body.

The kiss would only grow in intensity, the two of you shedding layer after layer of clothing.

You would embrace each other in that field.

You couldn't remember who was on top, and who was bottom, but you woke up the next morning feeling very satisfied.

The next morning was... interesting.

Youd woken up in lots of interesting situations. But hungover, buck naked in the middle of a field besides your long time friend, was a first.

The weird part though, was that It wasn't awkward.

You woke up about the same time. The two of you just laying there, Basking in the early morning sun.

You would just curl up together for a while, quietly discussing what should happen next.

You were shocked when Striker said he wanted to be with you.

Not really sure how to answer, you just kissed him. The two of you ending up having some early morning sex.

So after hundreds of fights, years apart and a pretty severe hangover, you and Striker were finally together.

Thanks for the request y'all. Usually I like don't write for Striker as I just felt there was a bit too much content surrounding him. My headcanon is a little more intimate than the prompt suggested, but none the less, this was still fun to write. Thanks for reading I hope you liked it.

[enderspawn]

op I am pleading for you to talk about c!Schlatt I keep getting interrogated for saying c!Schlatt was the best president and he really didn't do anything super terribly wrong please talk about him

i mean... im sorry anon but idk abt best PRESIDENT. manburg under schlatt.... kind of sucked imo JFKDLSJFKL

1. manburg had massive food shortages, to the point the average citizen (including fundy) had to eat spider eyes to survive.

2. he imposed ludicrious tax of his civillians (namely niki. we dont know if he did that to Every Business like w fundy or if he targeted niki specifically bc of her closeness to the ex-president, but neither is good)

3. exiled those who he saw as political opponents to keep his power

4. straight up ignored his cabinet a lot of the time to make his own decisions (such as destroying the white house, which led to quackity leaving)

5. was widely hated by all the citizens. literally at one point all the ppl left in manburg was schlatt and jack manifold (who was MIA on the server and left to found Manifold Land when he came back)

6. held a public execution, AGAIN without the consent or knowledge of his cabinet (IF I REMEMBER RIGHT. i know big q opposed the execution at minimum, but idk for sure if he knew it was planned at all before the festival)

7. was basically at war his entire presidency thanks to pogtopia's existence

and thats just what i can think of rn! the reasons i like c!schlatt are fully based around him as a character and HIS personal development, not around his policies or actions. especially when compared to the other two presidents, who either won or prevented a war and kept the majority of its citizens happier and healthier than Manburg, he's.... probably the worst president they had tbh

BUT since you gave me an excuse to ramble abt him anyway, i wanna go on abt what i DO like abt him (under a cut bc this post is already kinda long oops) but

tldr; i like schlatt bc of his relationships with others, his flaws and pitiable moments, and how he is a fantastic parallel/foil to the characters around him

I like his complex (and yes, abusive) relationship with quackity, especially after his death and quackity's feelings flipping rapidly between hating him and missing him. but before that they did have a honeymoon-esque period-- at least from quackity's view.

watching their date you get the idea schlatt mightve never really been interested in him and mightve just been using quackity's interest in him for his own advancement! but we dont know.

maybe he did truly love quackity in his own fucked up way in the end, even if he wasnt a good person. maybe he regrets his actions and cruelty. or maybe he doesnt.

in the end they were (like the animatic i linked said) "built from the same dirt", they're both incredibly ambitious and prideful people and parallel each other a LOT (see: q's need for power, his want to execute ranboo paralleling tubbos execution, etc). they're not good for one another, but i love seeing just how they fall apart together (i hope you die, i hope we both die kind of beat)

and.... god his relationship and impact w fundy i could ramble abt all day dude. fundy kept schlatt's sword after his death and calls it an heirloom. we dont know 100% how old fundy was when wilbur was exiled (i mena... he ran for president but current fundy is like 20something and tommy ALSO ran as vp at 16) but we can assume he was a late teen. his own father was gone, but schlatt... seemed to CARE. he showed him affection.

fundy's never truly felt like hes BELONGED anywhere (even the country his father said was all for him, he felt ostracized and made different by his fathers doting babying) and because of that hes always looking for a group to be a part of. hes a people pleaser (its part of why hes so easy for big q to get for las nevadas).

and schlatt GIVES him that feeling of belonging he deserves. hes a spy the entire time, yes, but he becomes conflicted about it as time goes on.

could schlatt just be using fundy and filling his head with empty praise? sure, i couldnt fault you at all for that interpretation, its perfectly valid. BUT, i dont think so. he seemed genuinely shocked to see fundy oppose him on nov 16th. remember, he didnt know fundy was a spy.

in that moment he realizes just HOW alone he is and always has been. and its a tragic moment: the last person he had, the person he himself mightve truly CARED about left him just like everyone else. he was alone, truly and fully. even his allies were only there out of obligation and bc of him paying.

he knows his health has been failing him. he cant even swim due to muscular issues but he refuses see a doctor about it because he refuses to let himself be seen as weak.

hell, one could argue that issue leads to his abraisive and abusive behavoir in relationships: he refuses to let himself be true and genuine to anyone, there always has to be a wall and a proud perfect persona. its part of why hes a great villain both in narrative and to watch as a casual fan: just like c!wilbur, he's playing an act.

hes a foil and a parallel to wilbur. both are men who hide their true selves behind a certain role or persona they feel they have to play while they hide their crumbling health (schlatt's more physical and wilbur's more mental). both experience their rise and fall. but wilbur isnt despised, even if he thinks he is, while schlatt isnt truly loved by anyone, even if he thinks he is.

most of all, their deaths couldnt be more different. wilbur went out with a bang. a large dramatic scene fit for a storybook, with a long monologue and cinematic final blow ALL made to fit how he saw himself in a story and simply filling a required roll. but schlatts death is practically overlooked (especially in comparison to wilburs death and everything else that happened that day).

he built his entire persona about being this massive, larger than life powerful guy but he died small, weak, and frail to his own failing body. its... pitiful, honestly. it doesnt feel fitting, it feels wrong. his life up that point demanded drama, but his death was nothing more than... an accident, almost. unintentional. clumsy. its fucking brilliant.

[doom-of-war-writing]

Yo it’s me again. How about Kaeya, Diluc and Zhongli Shlongli (separately) asking their crush or lover to dance w them? Maybe at a festival Liyue or just as a drunkenly spur of the moment decision at the Dawn Winery owned Angel’s Share? Perhaps in front of the cathedral when a bard played a nice tune or something of the sort. Idk. Feel free to only do one or two of the characters if you want or add a different one if you had a fitting idea for them. Thanks again!

Diluc, kaeya and big dong zhong wanting to dance with their crush/lover

Thank you for the request bro

Feel free to request more as well : )

I assume you wanted scenarios? So ill try my best

Characters: kaeya, diluc, zhongli

Warnings: drunkness sorta, not really detailed tho (kaeya)

@strawberrymilkuwo

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Kaeya

—— if Crush

• A bit more hesitant

• Def hes more shy around his crush

• Probably a little drunk when he asks you

• Stumbles a bit over his words

• Even if drunk, hes still a pretty good dancer

• Probably just wraps his arms around you to ‘dance’ though

• On the chance that he does dance somewhat properly, its still a bit slow

You had been watching the bards performance from the bar, unaware of the adoring gazes from a certain calvary captain. You had been so enraptured with the bards performance, you hadn’t even noticed the calvarys captains approach, until he sat down shuffling the chair abit.

“Hm? Oh, hi kaeya!” You greeted happily, the male looked at you and smiled

“Ah, h-hello, (y/n). I didnt notice you there” kaeya had a faint slur on his voice and his cheeks were flushed lightly. He fiddled with his fingers and glanced nervously at your hands.

“Kaeya are you alright? You seem nervo-“

“(Y/n), please dance with me!” Kaeya cut you off, he got a bit louder, but luckily no one payed too much attention

“Thats what you’re all fumbling over yourself for kaeya? Should’ve said that sooner, i would love to dance! Come on!” You grabbed kaeyas hand and pulled him off his seat, he assumed his position in front of you and wrapped his arms around you. both of you settled into a nice rhythm of steps, although you were pretty sure this wasn’t a real dance.

“(Y/n), i love you” kaeya murmured quietly into your hair unnoticed by you.

——if Lover

• Way more confident

• Would probably just grab you and pull you to his chest

• Probably does this anytime their is music

• He just cant get enough of being near you, and dancing just gives him an excuse

• Can dance

• And he does, prefers slow stuff, cause it doesn’t matter if hes hugging you while dancing

Kaeya had been telling you story when the bard started playing, after which he stopped talking and started to watch the bard and his performance. You had turned your attention to the bard as well, kaeya watched you with a fond expression a small smile playing on his own lips

Kaeya stood and brushed himself off, gaining a confused look from you

“Are you alright kaeya?” You tilted you head standing as well, when kaeya grabbed your hands and tugged you out into the opening, a swift tug bringing you into kaeya’s chest

“Now im more than alright” kaeya hummed leading you out a bit more and hugging you swaying with you, after a bit you both did start to somewhat actually dance with footwork and stuff as well.

“I love you” kaeya hummed rubbing your back

“I love you too, kaeya” you mumbled into his chest, smiling brightly.

Diluc

—— if crush

• Probably would have to be at angels share

• Mainly watches you

• Would take a few of your visits to his bar on his shift to get confident enough to ask you

• Might have done it out of jealousy, probably kaeya

• Also prefers to sway, but like, nothing else, kaeya implements some elements of dance and diluc just will sway with you

Diluc was aggressivly cleaning a glass, red glare boring a hole into the back of calvary captains blue head, kaeya had approached you at the bar and initiated a conversation that had felt like it lasted hours for diluc, but in reality it had only been 30 minutes. He frowned as you luaghed at something kaeya had said.

He watched as the bard was setting up to do another song, and quickly observed kaeya watching the bard, diluc glanced at you and then back at kaeya, another small frown making its way to his face. He set down the glass and was about to grab another when he heard the bard start to play, he stopped and turned around, staring at you and then he watched kaeya turn. In a spur of panic diluc moved forward and tapped your shoulder

“Ah (y/n), would you like to dance with me?” Diluc offered a tiny smile at you, face flushing a deeper and deeper red as he realized what he said, and the fact that you were giving him such a dazzling smile

“Of course! I’d love to!” You smiled brighter, diluc felt like he could die, his heart was pounding against his chest. He nodded and went around the bar, frowning at kaeya when the blue haired male winked at him.

“Alright then, come on” diluc mumbled offering his arm to you

“So impatient” you giggled, taking his arm and letting yourself be tugged into dilucs chest.

“Hmph” diluc grunted trying to hide his ever reddening face in your hair, wrapping his arms around you and doing his best to stumble dance with you.

—— if lover

• Would dance at angels share if it wasnt too busy

• Again, doesnt really dance, just wants to kinda hug you and sway and thinks thats good enough

• Would dance at angels share fr if you ask enough

• Like actual footwork, would act annoyed but he enjoys it

Diluc sat at his desk going over all the papers and orders. adjusting his reading glasses he sighed and moved his glasses to rub his tired eyes.

Diluc stretched in his chair and stood up, looking out the window at the dark sky. He quickly turned when he heard a soft knock on the door

“Hm, come in” diluc managed to stifle a yawn as he slid off his reading glasses. his eyes widened when he saw you coming in, rubbing your tired eyes.

“What are you doing up? Its late “ you yawned coming over and hugging diluc

“I was working, but come on, you should go to bed. I still have ome more work but i-“

“No, im not going to bed until you do” you hugged his tighter, making diluc sigh. Diluc smiled and wrapped his arms around you, beginning to sway back and forth with you in his arms, while softly humming into your hair.

Zhongli

—— if lover/crush

• He probably treats you the same wether your together or not

• Maybe a bit more romantic in relationship idk

• Actually dances, litterally he actually will do proper form and footwork

• If you dont know how

• He’ll teach you

• Enjoys humming while you dance

You were at a festival in liyue clinging to zhonglis arm as you both navigated your way through the crowd, zhongli had said something about a surprise and you were quite confused, he was usually very open about what you two did.

“Zhongli, where are we going?”

“You’ll see, we’re almost there, love” zhongli hummed a small smile setting itself on his face, you tilted ypur head but decided it couldnt be that far, so you decided to take zhonglis word for it

Eventually you both enterd an opening in the crowd, their were a few other couples dancing together and chuckled

“Is this your surprise, zhongli? Dancing?” You chuckled walking to stand beside zhongli

“Of course, come on, we’re not here to watch after all” zhongli chuckled and pulled you out into the clearing, pulling you closer and gently leading you around a fond smile on his face as he looked down at you, ignoring every time you would step on his toes or luaghing a bit when you tripped or stumbled before helping you steady yourself again before continuing with the dance

[catsconstellation]

On damage to the brain, abnormal daily functioning, and honoring all levels of abilities

feel free to add on, please. here’s my start, it’s messy a bit, excuse it if you can:

We need to continue schooling Throughout our entire lifes and without nonsense like judgments, proving things, etc like with traditional schooling ok. there needs to be more of a push for treating adults that aren’t paying attention to the world around them or CAN’T like a student who isn’t paying attention in the classroom and just needs support instead of eventually becoming the dunce in the corner.

i think people have got to do some type of nation wide community event highlighting everything to occur in a year... kinda like a mfing. youtube rewind recap but cool and good cause its not that. we gotta do like, fucking massive ass art festivals inperson, ones where we share something with people and learn from places not everyone gets the chance to understand like you or i do or have the capacity to. idk some sort of important event versus ones we have now. Holidays are cute and all but we have got to get one that works for what they’re worth LOL... im being serious.

So It absolutely has to happen wtf even some nonchalant testing on knowledge on current events through out the year/ at the end of every year like a final couldnt hurt... like, I think we all know how much fun testing our knowledge can be, shouldnt we just do that with everyone, for everyone? we really need to exercise our understanding in some way and  i think if we like, encourage self motivated testing on how we’re doing year to year we can totally have some healthy practices to keep us safe learnt from everyone from most corners of our community that can be good for everyone in our larger scale!

Learning and keeping up it is a skill set i remember practicing a lot as a kid but lack in a meaningful way now as an adult, likely due to my brain damage. This is coming from someone with an intellectual disability i’ve carried my whole life, im 21 now. personally mine comes from physical/abuse trauma damage so I’m speaking from that perspective! If your experience is different, here’s your chance learn from mine and try and use it validate yours a bit more too <3

Some people just have genuine disconnect, my guess it comes from when they are negatively reinforced about the way the are when expected for a different quota. I guess it’s a lot more flat out now that I typed it down, Anyways, I’m just tired of understanding so many people who are objectively wrong in a lot of derailing ways when it comes to how we as a society all come together alike as I am in differing ways, becoming all too damaging and get no support. makes me feel alienated in a world i know isnt build for me as much as i’d need it to be. BUT I’d love to see it be. please.

[warmau]

☆ [nostalgic] summer romance!au haechan happy birthday haechan!! |  find others here: johnny 

jaemin’s hand is waving in front of your face for a good minute before you come to the realization that he’s even there

you’ve been zoning out - thinking about how this is about to be the start to a very, very, very awkward summer

“our plane leaves in like thirty minutes so we gotta make these goodbyes quick!”

he repeats and you nod, throwing your arms around him a big hug, when you let go - you do the same to jeno and chenle and jisung and renjun

who are all leaving for the summer, going backpacking in some faraway country

you would have gone - but you’re the only one in your friend group who has a summer commitment (working at the boat rental store your parents friends run)

and haechan would have gone too - but he had said something about not handling wilderness all too well, even though other people had the sneaking suspicion he stayed behind on purpose

something about spending this time with you, but you aren’t sure if you believe that

you and haechan, along with the rest of the boys, have been best friends since you can remember

you had become an official member of their little inner circle when you beat them during the middle school sports festival

coming in first in a race and making them all too embarrassed to face each other

since then you’ve all been inseparable and so the idea that haechan would sacrifice a summer of fun with five of your other friends just for you well -

that narrative makes something in your stomach twist, and you don’t know if you like the feeling or not. or maybe, you’re scared of liking it 

either way, you and haechan are left outside the airport, watching your best friends disappear into the crowd of people

you zone out again, thinking about these feelings in your gut - thinking about you and haechan, how is it different from you and renjun? or you and jaemin?

you spook a little when haechan puts a hand on your shoulder and asks if you want him to drive back

the first week is better than you expect, but only because you throw yourself into your summer job at the boat rental

its not busy, but you make work for yourself - walking up and down the pier, talking to the owners, washing the windows, anything so that when haechan comes around

all golden, all handsome, all everything he’s ever been - leaning across the counter, playing with the boat brochure, asking if you want to hang out later

you can say, “sorry, ive got to do this other thing and ill be so tired that i just wont be that fun to be around.”

it works twice, three times and then suddenly haechan goes

“i dont care if it’ll be fun, i just want to spend time with you.”

the way he says it is so straightforward. like it is a fact - the way he always speaks.

you find yourself agreeing to meet him out on the dock after your shift before your mind can even convince you otherwise

you get out at around seven, when it is still light out but the shadow of night is slowly and surely creeping in 

haechan is leaned against one of the benches, half sitting on it, half still standing

he’s wearing a yellow shirt with a pocket, in the pocket are some wild flowers it looks like he plucked from someone garden or maybe even the side of the road

his hair is in waves, a pretty color like dark cedar that has been speckled with streaks of yellow sunlight

he plays with something on his phone, eyes narrowed in concentration

and you are standing a little bit away, he hasn’t noticed you yet, and the whole reality of the situation hits you like a truck

you’re nervous to be alone with him

so, so very nervous

and those questions that have been waltzing about your head about why you feel this way - what is so different about haechan to you

is the fact that you like him 

and not as the best friend who suffered through growing pains with you, who ran home through the rain with you, who spent hours spread out on the carpet of your living room with the sound of video games blasting from the tv and happy laughter from your other friends

you like him as a - as a - 

haechan rises when he catches view of you from the corner of his eye. 

he slips his phone in his back pocket and comes over to you with a wave and no care in the world

he’s so calm about this because he doesn’t feel the same way. this isn’t as nerve wrenchingly terrorizing to him as it is for me. im going to have to bury these feelings away for this whole summer-

he sees your eyes, wide and contemplating, and stops

in a flash of horror you think he’s read your mind. you’ve been friends for so long that he probably knows how to.

but instead, his hands reach out and take a hold of yours

he tugs you forward and you feel like a baby deer wobbling into his arms

“im going to do something i couldnt have done with all the other guys around.”

he starts

you think you feel a part of your heart rupture

“and if you don’t like it, im giving you full authority to punch me in my face.”

you want to say something, ask him what the hell he’s going on about

when he leans in and kisses you 

his body blocks out the view of sun that’s waving its goodbye on the shore of the pier, but in your eyes - which flutter to a close as you kiss him back - you swear you see stars

he’s good at this, is your first thought, which makes the rupture in your heart piece itself back together

and then proceed to fall back apart when you feel him bring your hand up into his hair

when you two break away from each other, it is a little darker and the lights on the pier have flickered on

haechan looks down at you and grins

“your technique could use a little work, but we have all summer to practice.”

he says and you pinch his arm as he feigns a loud ouch! 

of course, of all things to say, he says that

but he’s right, that summer you feel like you have all the time in the world.

you start eagerly awaiting the end of work, just to meet up with haechan outside the shop and go walking down the pier or making the ten minute drive to the ice-cream shop that’s plopped in the middle of nowhere on the nearby highway

on your days off you and haechan go to the lake, he splashes water at you and the two of you race through the calm water - just like you do when all your friends are there

but now, once you’re back on land with wet hair and curious hands - you find yourself practically glued to him

kissing on the one towel you brought - getting cooed at by other groups of local teenagers who pass by

haechan starts working for some of the boatmen on the pier, cleaning decks and helping carry equipment

he says he’s doing it just to be closer to you - but it’s also because he wants to shower you in gifts

even if they are mostly paying for fast-food dates, drive-in movies, and gas

although at one point he drops something in your hands when he comes to stop by for lunch

he’s too shy to stick around and see you open it, so he makes an excuse about needing to head back home

and when you open it, you see that it’s a simple silver necklace with a sunflower charm

you put it on and refuse to take it off, even when your mother points out that it might tarnish when you go swimming with it

you do the same for haechan though, you give him all the affection you can manage because even when he’s being all grumpy about it - the reality is his love language is touch

and even when he says he doesnt wanna kiss right now, you find him melting into it five seconds later

you use some of your work money to rent out some fishing equipment and you guys spend some time at the pier trying to reel in food

the local people who know you from your job start asking how things are going with your very handsome boyfriend

and it makes you flush, hand playing nervously with the necklace around your neck

it all seems like a dream, until summer comes dwindling down to a close and you and haechan are in his backyard

your head rested on his arm, his face turned toward you

you’re busy counting his birthmarks, you do it when you’re in this comfortable silence when you remember

sitting up 

“what’s wrong?”

“the guys - they’re coming back tomorrow. what are we going to do?”

haechan joins you, pull himself up and throwing an arm around you

you let out a small yelp when he falls back to the grass and you end up with your hands on his chest - his eyes lost in yours

“we’re just going to tell them.”

“but what if they’ll be ma-”

“i don’t care. i love you.”

it’s the first time he’s ever said that - even through these months - he’s never said that

and so you freeze, the summer night air blows a gust of wind that makes you shiver and reminds you both that fall is coming

“i - i love you too.”

he leans up to kiss you and grins a little when he pulls back, hocking his finger around the chain of the necklace

“plus, the look on jaemin’s face is going to be priceless.”

just as expected, it is priceless - even before you and haechan say a word

the five of them come running toward you outside the airport, each with something to say about the trip when chenle points to you and haechan’s hands

“WHAT?”

jaemin exclaims and you try to talk him down, explain what is going on, but he just shakes his head

“WE LEAVE AND SUDDENLY YOU TWO ARE DATING? WHAT ELSE DID I MISS? ALIEN ABDUCTION?”

jeno flicks him, a smile on his face as he turns back to you and haechan with a congratulations 

when you look back on that moment years later, you can still remember haechans fingers squeezing yours - your free hand toying with the sunflower charm

but you also remember the sound of jisung and chenle arguing, jaemin prodding about the relationship and jeno trying to fish out souvenirs from his bag

even though everything had changed that summer

somethings had stayed the same

[witchcraft-in-wonderland]

Hunchback of Notre Dame (One-Shot)

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It's a lesson as old as time itself really, never judge a book by its cover, never judge a beast by its claws, thousands of iterations all equal to the very same principle.

But there are people who refuse to take such principles to heart, and would in fact rather spread principles in direct opposition.

Werecreatures have never had a very good reputation, from the animal-like designs to the depictions of their kind as unkind and ruthless. So trying to find a place to stay was much more difficult than it should have been.

"Four travelers for safe passage into the mindscape," a voice shrouded by a cloak muttered, waving down another werecreature, this one holding a bundle in its arms.

The bundle was crying, as though aware of the horrific events that would occur just beyond that gate.

"We've been tricked!"

"Judge Doyle!"

The werecreature holding the bundled skittered away on the eight spindly appendages protruding from it's back, paying no mind to the sound of footsteps against stone rapidly gaining in it.

Until it hit the ground with a sickening crack, and went stock still, the bundle falling to the ground like a rock.

Doyle had always been a cruel man. He'd trained his own son, Patton, to fear him, and to in turn fear that which opposed him.

And it was Doyle who had found the spider's body.

It was Doyle who took the bundle from the still and cold arms of its mother.

And it was Doyle who attempted to drown the eight-eyed and multi-limbed child that resided within.

"STOP!" Doyle only gave momentary pause at his son's call.

"What are you doing?." Patton said as he reached the bottom of the steps.

"Sending this creature to the dark side, right where it belongs," Doyle said coldly.

"You've killed an innocent person, and you believe the best course of action is to add the blood of a child to your crimes? What would Thomas think. . ." Patton said.

That had struck a nerve, the bundle was moved from the well.

"And what do you suggest I do?." Doyle snapped, thinking he'd stumped the man in front of him.

"Care for it, you've raised one son, what's another?" Patton said, raising an eyebrow.

"Me? Saddled with this- this-" Doyle paused for a few moments.

"Very well, we'll keep him in the old bell tower, by your village," Doyle said.

And he christened the child Virgil.

Virgil grew up lonely, terrified of even the slightest idea of leaving his tower.

His tower covered with bells and cobwebs and a table at the center with wooden constructs of the other denizens of the mindscape.

He grew up with no memory of his family other than those fed to him by Doyle. False memories of betrayal.

He grew up looking into the mirror and seeing eight eyes staring him back, each a cruel and sharp reminder of his inability to exist outside of that tower.

Patton had tried his best to undo such conditioning, but rarely was Patton allowed into the tower.

Today was a day Virgil remembered well, a festival of delight and chaos.

The Feast of Fools.

Patton had tried desperately to convince Virgil to attend, but Virgil was firmly locked under Doyle's heel, the spider caught in it's own web.

That is, for a moment.

One conversation at the dinner table, a recitation of the alphabet punctuated by far to many hisses and clicks, and Virgil was ready to flee.

He stitched up his own cloak, pulled it over his head, and ran out.

It was terrifying. His ears rang and his eyes burned like ash.

And then it all seemed to stop as he fell through cloth, instead punctuated by a gasp.

And then he was face to face with the most beautiful man he'd ever seen in his life. Eyes of golden yellow, hair of a deep brown, and scales of emerald. He was gorgeous, and he was holding Virgil's face as though it were a priceless glass treasure.

"I-Im sorry I-" Virgil stammered.

"Nonono, it's alright, you poor thing, you dont look very adept to sunlight do you?" He spoke softly, almost as if he though Virgil might flee if he were to loud.

Virgil shook his head slightly.

"Itll be fun, you should join the crowd, the light's much less likely to hit you there," and Virgil felt a soft kiss on his forehead before he rejoined the festivities.

And then came the main festival, someone he didnt recognize talked upstage and sang. Dark blue and purple hair like a galaxy bouncing around their face.

"Come one! Come all! Make an entrance to entrance- see the mystery and romance~" they purred as they backed toward the curtains.

"Come one! Come all! Hurry hurry heres your chance- see the finest man in France, dance Janus dance!" And then they were gone, replaced by the man Virgil had met before, now dressed in yellow and black cloth, his hair hidden under a hat.

Virgil flinched as Janus got closer and closer to where Doyle was watching the stage, wrapping a golden scarf around his neck as though Janus planned to choke him.

And then Virgil lost track of what was happening, until he was on stage, and he heard gasping.

He froze, he could almost feel Doyle's gaze from the other end of the stage.

And then the screams and gasping stopped, to be replaced with laughter. A crown was placed on Virgil's head, a cape fitted over the spindly legs sticking out from his back.

He smiled, the first genuine smile he'd had in decades.

Squelch

Virgil wasnt sure where the tomato had come from. Only that more were following, and suddenly ropes were tugging at his limbs,he tried to fight them off, tried calling for his father.

But Doyle only smiled and looked away. His guardsman, a man dressed in white and gold armor, green eyes wide with shock, made a single move toward Virgil, but was held back.

And then everything stopped, he felt hands against the ropes, heard Doyle call for someone to get down.

And then he was once again face to face with Janus.

"I'm so sorry. . . No one deserves this. . ." Janus said quietly before standing up, a hand firmly around Virgil's arm as he regained his own balance.

"You mistreat this poor man the same way you mistreat us all! You would call him a son and yet what freedom has he known! Compared to your only other son! What justice has been served as their spirits are crushed under the heels of men like you!." Janus snarled. Virgil saw a slight movement from the bell tower, likely Patton hiding behind a pillar before Doyle could catch his eyes.

"Silence." Was Doyle's only response.

"JUSTICE!" Janus called. Doyle pointed toward his guards, then toward Janus.

"Oh dear. . . Well let's see theres-" Janus pointed to each of the advancing guards and muttered under his breath "-ten of you, and one of me, oh what's a poor snake to do?" Janus pulled a yellow cloth from his dress and began to cry into it, before sneezing. . . And disappearing off stage.

Vitgil watched with intrigue as Janus led the guards throughout the square before disappearing into the building that made up the lower half of his bell tower.

Doyle beckoned for his head guard to follow him, before turning his eyes to Virgil.

And thus began Virgil's tearful walk back to the top of the tower.

His chest ached, he thought of Janus' hands caressing his face, of those eyes and scales and the way his lips quirked in a fashion that couldve been read as a sneer, were it not for the fact that his eyes looked as though they'd witnessed a miracle.

Virgil heard singing from the lower level of the tower, and upon further investigation, discovered that Janus had even more talents than Virgil had first thought.

So finally, he resolved to help him.

"Theres guards at every entrance, how exactly do you expect us to do this?" Janus said, raising an eyebrow.

"No one said we had to use a door," Virgil said with a sly grin.

"Hold on," he said, he felt Janus' arms around his waist, it was awkward, Janus had to have been almost two feet taller than he was.

Virgil reached one of his webs, pulled, and jumped off of the tower, Janus tried his best not to scream as they fell.

They said their goodbyes and Virgil pushed the necklace Janus had given him under his hoodie, he couldnt have it discovered, he'd rather die than be the reason Janus got hurt.

Which was why he'd decided to pin Roman to a wall when he came up the stairs.

"Woah woah woah- hey- I'm not here for him I promise! I helped him declare sanctuary!" Roman whisper-yelled.

"Then why are you here now." Virgil snarled.

"Just- tell him I'm sorry, and tell him I hope he's safe," Roman said.

Virgil paused for a moment before letting Roman down.

"You know. . . Janus is lucky to have you. . ." Roman said as he trodded down the stairs.

Things only seemed to get worse from there, Virgil could hardly breath as smoke rose from the ground, the crackling of fire mixing with the screams of the were-creatures who refused to give away Janus' location.

Until Janus showed up at Virgil's tower himself, this time carrying Roman's body in his arms.

"He was shot. . . Almost through the heart. . ." Janus said quietly. Virgil nodded and gathered up cobwebs to make bandages. He wished he couldve made fresh ones, but it had been many years since he'd stopped being able to use that ability.

"He can stay with me- you need to run, fast," Virgil said, shooing Janus away. Janus pressed one last kiss on Roman's lips before fleeing.

And soon Roman himself was on the run alongside Virgil. Both on a mission to keep Janus and his people from a gruesome death at Doyle's hands.

Virgil wasn't exactly sure what he'd been expecting from the Court of Miracles, but it certainly wasnt the same galaxy-haired catboy from the stage prancing around in front of a set of gallows gleefully calling out the supposed misdeeds of Virgil and Roman, before declaring their imminent deaths on the charge of complete innocence.

"Stop! These arent enemies! They're our friends!" And then came Janus from the crowd.

Everything happened all to quickly after that. Screaming and racing around trying to escape as their plans came crashing at Doyle's feet.

And then Virgil found himself chained to a tower.

And watching Janus standing on a pyre, straw littering his feet, flames kicking up around him.

And Virgil only felt one emotion, rage.

Chains were pointless. Chains were stifling and unnecessary and Virgil wanted nothing to do with them. He only wanted Janus safe and in his arms.

So it was quite the disappointment when he discovered Janus' lack of breath.

"You killed him. . ." Virgil muttered as he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"I had to. . . I only wish it had happened before he'd done such damage to you. . ." Doyle muttered. Virgil noticed a knife being brought towards him in the shadows on the walls.

That blade wouldve looked so much better in Doyle's heart. But fire worked quite well to.

Virgil had been afraid if the sun for quite some time, afraid of anything to do with the outside. But it was much easier to get through when he had his hands intertwined with both Janus and Roman's, and when he wasnt stifled by a fear of his own face.

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[bridgyrose]

Infiltration!Au. Does Salem laugh or challenge what's written in the history books because they are biased or just plan wrong?

Salem listened to Oobleck drone on and on about the history of Remnant, not really caring about what he was saying. Sure, there were a few things he said that were completely off, but a lot of it she just… didnt care about. This second round of humanity just wasnt interesting to her. And if she could have her way, this round of humanity would end fairly soon. 

“Miss Peony, can you explain to me how the Great War ended?” asked Oobleck. 

Salem didnt bother to move much, still looking bored. “The warrior king of Vale used a relic to end the war.” 

“I would prefer it if you’d actually pay attention to the lectures.” Oobleck looked around the room, finding another student to call on. “What about you, Miss Valkyrie? Can you tell us?” 

Nora smiled a bit. “A sudden sandstorm aided Vale and Vacuo in defeating Mantle and Mistral due to their inexperience with desert fighting.” 

“Very good. Maybe you can tutor Miss Peony if she’s refusing to pay attention.” 

Salem frowned. “I had-” she stopped herself mid sentence, realizing that she couldnt raise suspicions about herself. “-had a grandparent that was there. He heard the warrior king speak a name before the sandstorm started.” 

“As enlightening as that is, those… relics… are just myth. Stories we tell as a metaphor of the gifts the gods gave humanity when they were created.” He started pacing around the classroom, starting up a new lecture. “Humans and faunus alike all are born with the abilities to create, destroy, to learn, and to choose. And because of that, we all have to understand that the great war in itself was a crime against being able to choose and to create. The stories of the gods may only be myth and legend, but the very essence of what makes us all human are those four desires. And as such, each kingdom since then has taken up a symbol of those four gifts as a reminder.” 

Salem rolled her eyes a bit, not quite sure Oobleck actually knew what he was talking about. For someone who claimed to be a historian and have a doctorate, he seemed very naive to what has really gone on in history. Although, she figured she had Ozma to blame for that one. 

Oobleck continued on from his point. “Now, since we were talking about the great war, I would like for each of you to write an essay on how each of these four gifts are implemented throughout the kingdoms and the consequences of gift.” 

Aurora groaned a bit at the idea of homework. “This is going to make for a boring night….” 

“You’ll get it done quicker than you think,” replied Xanthic. She quietly used her scroll to tap into the school’s cameras, starting to pan through each section of the school. “Besides, it's the weekend, so we have a bit of time to get it done. Not like it’s due tomorrow.” 

Sitri smiled a bit. “Speaking of, team RWBY invited us to go into Vale with them. Since the Vytal festival is coming around soon and a few students from the other schools will be making their way soon, they want to start getting to know people early.” 

“I think I’ll pass.” Aurora started packing up her books to head to the next class. “Hanging out with a bunch of losers isnt exactly my style.” 

Salem smirked as an idea started forming. “You know, if you spend a little time with them, you might be able to find a weakness for them. Which will make your rematch with Ruby all that much better.” And will give me a bit more time to get closer to Ozma’s pawn.

“Alright, you have a point. Maybe we can find a spot to take out a few grimm. See what they really have to offer.” 

“That’s actually not a bad idea Saph.” Sitri packed up her things, getting a bit more of a pep to her step. “Oh! And then, maybe we can find a few people to help out-” 

“Only if it means we get paid.” Xanthic made note of a few sections of the school before putting her scroll away. “I’m not helping for free.” 

Sitri practically deflated midstep. “...or we could help just to be nice.” 

“I’m with Xan. No payment, no help.” Aurora started walking off, feeling a bit agitated with wearing a skirt, and a red one at that. “I’ll meet you guys in class. I need to talk to someone about getting a new uniform first.” 

Salem watched her team, keeping an eye on everything that made them tick. Sitri was still a mystery to her, but Aurora and Xanthic were people she could start using. Aurora had a bit of a temper, but her budding rivalry with Ruby was definitely something she could use as an advantage in the future if things started going south. And Xanthic, something about her struck her the same way as Watts. She’d have to remember to ask him about her later. But for now, all she had to do was keep herself under the radar as much as she could. As long as Ozma remained clueless, she might be able to succeed. 

[sastrugie]

john entwistle biography review

ok so first: I didnt really like the biography because I thought it would focus on totally different aspects. John was a musical virtuoso and that hardly ever gets mentioned in the book. But we get exact axccounts on how much money he spent on what day and in which pub he bought which champagne. like wow thanks. The other personal stuff is basic who knowledge you can read in any other Who biography. His autobiographical bits were joy and fun! Maybe the only reason to buy the book in my opinion. He writes totally different than the author...

ANYWAYS: here my fav facts from the book that you probably didnt know before

this is the face of a man who -when his father gave him driving lessons for his 21st birthday as a present- decided driving wasnt really his thing and he spent the money on clothes and parties instead. He never had a drivers license ever and also never desired to have one 

the hospital he was born in, was bombarded and destructed one day after his birth

as a child he was really weak and thin and had basically every disease that existed

his family was poor af

his father left the family early and held contact with his son, but soon disappeared with a new family

his stepdad, Gordon, disliked John alot and would ignore him, hated everything John did or said and he let his bad moods out on Johns mother, which caused John to be very silent and observative around the house so that there wouldnt be any trouble

he did everything to please Queenie (his mom) so that there was no fighting, according to Alison

loved drawing and playing but usually alone since he had no friends apart from their dog

he heard a trumpet solo once from a trad jazz band when he was 6 or so and decided he wanted to learn the trumpet

my fav line of the book probably: “despite his own expectations, he passed the exams to go to grammar school” like same

at school he was bullied from the older boys but soon left alone by them because he would fight back with badass comments 

he applied for the school band for the trumpet but the tallest guy in the year was chosen (he was the 2nd tallest)  which made John mad, but he discovered the french horn

soon he found a friend, mickey brown, at last and he gave him the nickname “ent”

he was so terrible in P.E that he was dismissed with other pupils to play somehwere else, they were called “the hockey misfits” and guess who was among them: Pete Townshend.

yeah as you might know they became besties because they loved music and black humour.

he found himself a gf (alison) and Pete & a school gang (like 4 ppl) and his life seemed to finally get where it should.

his worst subjects were geography and german like wow (im a german geography student lmao)

once they played in a pub and johns stepdad was there and was super angry and gave john a list with his fav pubs and told him “these are the places I never want to hear your fucking music playing”.

after walking home pete decided to switch the guitar and john wanted to become a musician more than ever

Roger found him and John kind of convinced him (it took months apparently) to get Pete into the band and then it all started

he judged the beatles because John Lennons harmonica was “out of tune” in love me do, wow ok you nerd

john started smoking with 20 and was the last one to quit his job for the band and he was against drugs at first (bc he had a “civilized” job) but then decided to give a shit, dyed his hair black, bought cigarettes, smoked dope with pete and did speed too

he wanted to step out of himself and feel good about himself and he was always a fashionnerd so he started buying and trading and selling clothes (he once was dismissed from school bc he wore the school uniform incorrectly)

with 18 or so he was still living at home, had a toy soldier collection and a pet budgie

pete and his college friends made fun of john bc he wasnt a student and still lived at home, although john could have gone to college too and he wanted to, but his stepdad again said no and he had no choice.

he was very awkward and introverted but could open up with his music 

he was really into pop art (esp pop art clothes)

was a pseudo mod bc he only liked the fancy clothes and motown music

with the who he found a purpose in his life and finally could be different than ordinary ppl

hated when people touched his hair, he literally hated it

would fuss much about his hair in general

once after a concert they were starving and the room service was alreday home so they had to look on used plates and food wagons and John found a shrimp and said: “who wants to dine with me tonight?” (idk that really made me laugh)

keith moon was john entwistles soulmate and they were the cutest, most iconic and funniest duo ever end of discussion

his amps would soon be called little manhatten bc he had so many bc he wanted to be loud

he actually went to sing at church once when he was like 24 and the band made fun of him then he stopped

in the late 60s he bought a house with alison in a normal neighbourhood and went walking the dogs on sundays and stuff

but he was a party animal and always the last to go

he was really sensitive and cried often according to Alison but only in front of certain people

he would totally step out of his way to please people

when they played at the monterey pop festival they didnt bring their own amps along and john was furious bc he said the american amps are shit and kit was like “no” and john didnt talk to him for the whole festival until their perfomance was over and they had sounded like shit to tell kit “I TOLD YOU SO” thats how extra he was

when he got money he would spend it bc he was so used to being poor that he thought it wouldnt last long and he had to enjoy it NOW

he was always calm and everyone respected him and kit told a story where he entered the room and roger was at keiths throat and and pete was screaming something and john was sitting in the corner cleaning his nails. thats who energy

liked to dance at parties

his fav drink was rémy cognac with 40% and he would drink like 1 bottle alone everyday in his later years...wow dude

he was also gentlemanTM and once paid taxis for girls from london to brighton after a party

once at a wedding the free drinks were out and John just gave the barkeeper his creditcard and said he will pay for all the drinks of the night for everyone (it wasnt his wedding)

Roger once said: “John made smartass comments that deserved a punch in the face” sounds like him yes

he didnt really care about money and always wanted to pay and never told anyone how much things had cost and brought gifts for everyone

soon that ended in a shopping addiction tho and he bought ridiculous things for ridiculous amounts of money

when the who was inactive he sank into depression :(

held the band together during who by numbers & who are you

wrote and played all the quadrophenia horn parts himself

never lost his passion for art and always drawed alot, said Alison

cried when Christopher was born aww

once he saw their manager in an art museum and how he wanted to buy a painting but couldnt afford it, so John bought it secretly and shipped it to said managers home as a gift

We all know John was a huge collector. His most treasured collection was .. wait for it: teapots.

he tried to save Keith from being arrested once and ended up being arrested too lol

wanted to write a scifi concept album but desorted the idea and gave some songs to the who (905) or Pete

was a good cook apparently

When he gave a hug HE was the one who decided when to let go sdfghjk

hated confrontation and would hire other people to tell someone bad news

he spent so much money on dumb shit like wtf

but didnt really care either

probably the master in picking up and seducing girls

he let his stepdad live in the quarwood mansion when he wasnt there but Gordon was still an asshole wtf

the contact to his real dad was really sporadic

when the who ended, it hit him really hard and he didnt know what to do besides partying and buying stuff/hording stuff

was very insecure and selfconscious in the 80s according to Maxene :(

he actually took pete breaking up the who really personal and was sad 24/7

was that kind of guy that said bad stuff about the who but when you said bad stuff he would try to kill you on spot

with cocaine he felt really confident and still like the 60s/70s rockstar he once was but he didnt understand that these times were over and he needed to move on

sometimes went into random pubs with friends and made jam sessions for the guests

he still was generous and loving until he died and tried to play with other bands but it was not the same

he really liked Kenney and hung out with him more than with his wife at some point lmao

was a total giver and people who worked at quarwood would steal money from him but when someone pointed that out he got angry with that person for even suggesting that

was a real softieee (and a huge nerd)

all his friends said that he was shy at first but once you got to know him he would come totally out of himself, was very funny, loved to tell stories, was very very loyal and would try evertyhing to make you laugh aww

all in all a glorious story with a sad ending and he did destroy himself completely, but lets remember that Pete Townshend described old John still as "wonderful, mature and elegant” so lets cling on to that :)

[idontunderstandmetoo]

Champion Mipha:

There is so much I want to say about this Zora Champion... first off, I love how she acts, (to be fair, I think about this for each Champion, past and present, I love their individuality). Mipha...she is the human Zora form of comfort and acceptability. I would love to sit down with her and just talk for hours, upon hours... she would be an excellent therapist (maybe?). I feel as if she is wouldnt judge anyone, no matter how dark their past. She would be an excellent listener and would have some deep advice to give. Yet, at the same time, I feel like as a natural healer, she has been taking advantage of due to her powers (the Champions, Link, and Zelda most likely had their own situation with being used) and once upon a time made her bitter, or that is the small, lone, speck of darkness she hides from those around her. And the Champions, Zelda, and Link helped her overcome that darkness, but I dont know. I am going on a limb. But final note, Mipha is the responsible older sister and acts like the responsible older sister. And she most definitely would love to sit down and share a cup of tea/coffee/hot chocolate with anyone.

POV》

Mipha would make sure to give you a tour when you arrived at Zora's Domain the first time, so you wouldnt get lost, cut to the chase, you still get lost and sheepishly approach her asking her where the Inn is to rest, she gives a soft smile and guides you to Seabed Inn, she pays for your stay, even though you said you could cover yourself, she says not to worry and leaves for the night, you wake up the next time feeling incredibly refreshed from the water bed, you go to the Throne Room and thank her over and over for the stay, she asked if you enjoyed your bed, you say it beats sleeping outside, she makes a comment about how you should stay another night for the Champion's Festival, being a traveler, you couldnt say no, and plus there is something captivating about this humble Zora Champion, you cant quite put your finger on it...

(all credit to the original artist. nothing is mine. nothing. one more time. nothing. is. mine.)