#but actually plot twist it was me doing this to him

[dayxero]

Alright.... I gotta get this off my chest here because I've been pondering this for a while. A small fraction of a MUCH greater rant but... fucking hell am I addicted to @aychama's art. Like on a oddly surreal level. I absolutely adore the portrayal of these two together and the tension and atmosphere always gets me more giddy than a japanese school girl!

However... this comes with one major issue I personally have and know its 100% opinionated and biased. Ain't trying to hurt anyone's feelings but if anyone wants to disagree with or block me if you follow this stupid, idiotic tirade of mine, feel free. I understand and take full responsibility for what I'm about to say...

Ok here goes; aychama has done such an amazing job selling me on the fact that these two are damaged souls, seeking love, understanding and connection, that I get the feeling once The Betrayal occurs, I won't be satisfied in the slightest. It goes back to how in all honesty, I am annoyed with how the majority of the fanbase collective agrees that Narinder is a liar and is morally, evil, despite every aspect of the game subtly going out of its way to prove the opposite and its in fact just the Bishops and later, the Lamb "Player" who are the ones who are evil, and Narinder is a victim of his own hubris. This is one of the reasons why I aggravated towards aychama's portrayal of Narinder so much because he's almost 1-to-1 lined with his representation in the game. He has his own goals and mostly keeps to himself. He's searching for a way to bypass Death to grant not just himself, but everyone he knows true immortality and he hasn't told a single lie to Lambert or anyone he's spoken to.

Aychama's Narinder has yet to preform any acts worthy of being called evil and beyond the spouted opinions of those who envy the Kings, Narinder hasn't done anything wrong. In fact, he seems to be extremely lonely and focused, knowing he's walking a path many will not accept, but is choosing to do so for a reason beyond just a desire to subjugate others for personal pleasure. This lines up perfectly with the game, and especially the DLC where Shamura admits he led the Bishops to attack and bind Narinder, because he was afraid if Narinder granted mortals immortality, mortals would feel no need to rely on their Gods and thus, they would lose power and control. They feared that Narinder was going to take those who prayed to him, and eliminate their greatest fears, thus setting them free from Cosmic Law.

That doesn't sound like Narinder was ever evil to begin with and again, its why if Lambert does betray Narinder, I don't think I'll be satisfied, given how their relationship is developing. I know both are currently wearing masks to hide their true goals, disguising their intentions yet are still desperately reaching out for the other and knowing Narinder isn't, or hasn't been shown to be evil, means that despite Lamb supposedly being the protagonist and "hero", would be committing an evil act be it of corruption of power, or for the sake of their own pride and therefore, makes it hard for me to even begin to root for their success. They would be actively killing or enslaving the only person who ever treated them like a person of equal merit, who took time to see them for who they are, and didn't use their vulnerability against them, for wholly selfish reasons that wouldn't gel well with my brain.

Long-Winded, I know but it basically comes down to the idea that, unless aychama goes out of their way to make Narinder comically evil, or have Lambert corrupted so thoroughly that they become everything they hated about the Ruling Class, I can't see the betrayal actually happening. And even then, if and when it does, I get the feeling it won't hit hard because one or both would have to drift so far beyond their current characterizations that they would feel unrecognizable. Of course I can admit that I might be 100% wrong here. For all I know, aychama might pull some awesome plot twist outta their ass and just get me right in the feels or pull a bait-and-switch and go full AU with their own desired outcome or ending that they're holding onto. Either way...... this is probably my second favorite version of the NariLamb pairing because I love how raw, sensual and passionate it feels. I'm a sucker for two broken people desperately relying on each other and giving up everything to maintain that love and connection. I just hope that whatever ending they have planned, won't leave an empty feeling on the series because I'm drooling over this couple like a fat kid at a candy store and it never fails to leave me thirsty for more god damnit! lol

You guys know how it’s said that cats purr heals? Yea…

[cherrycolored-punk]

best friend!eddie munson x fem!reader

Softember 🍂 prompt: “I used to have the craziest crush on you.” / “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

author’s note: working through this writer’s block pretty nicely (so far), and had to write this. Josh Milligan may or may not be based on real life travesties. Also, if you’ve never seen Some Kind of Wonderful, this is the scene I’m referencing.

warnings: none, only first kisses and sweet confessions. But still - this is an 18+ blog, minors go away!

w/c: 2.2k

Some Kind of Wonderful plays on the television, its image staticky and slightly warped on the barely functioning system. Still, you watch intently. The pivotal scene playing out, the first kiss.

“Amanda Jones is no minor-leaguer who will be swept off her feet at the touch of your amateur lips,” you mouth along with the actress.

It was safe to say you’ve seen this movie, this specific moment, numerous times. Much to Eddie’s chagrin, he hated when you won the weekly bet and got to choose the movie because it was either this or some Molly Ringwald torture flick.

He groans now, throwing his head back against the paisley cushion of his worn down couch. The one you helped him thrift when he moved into his own place. A small apartment close to the mechanic shop that became a second home to you, spending more time here than your own place.

“We’ve seen this a million times, can we please watch something else?” He grumbles, nudging your shoulder but you don’t pay attention. Gaze set intently on the moment the two finally kiss, a romantic push and pull of their lips. Sweet, and soft. Like you’d always hoped your first kiss would be. Instead, it was a nightmare and the memory of it made your stomach churn. Josh Milligan and his too slick lips and his invading tongue.

Bile rose to your throat and you fought the shiver that slowly crawled up your spine.

“Seriously, you know how it ends. Put something else on,” Eddie begged, grabbing your shoulder and shaking you.

You turn to him, mind still elsewhere and not entirely listening to his pleas.

“Do you think they’re actually like that?” You question, turning back to the screen where the two main actors are still embraced.

Eddie follows your gaze, eyebrows pushing together in confusion.

“Huh?”

He’s not entirely following or he’s playing dumb which he often did to get some sort of rise out of you. You roll your eyes, glancing back at him with an impatient glare.

“Y’know,” you nudge him, “the kiss.”

Eddie looks between you and the screen, feeling as though you’re talking in riddles.

“What about it?”

“Are they actually that good?” Your shoulders sag, the yearning for something just as sweet crawling into your chest. Completely overlooking the part where this is a kiss between friends.

Eddie swallows hard, cheeks blushing a pretty shade of pink as his eyes dance between you and the screen. Paying attention for the first time since the two of you initially watched the movie in the theater. Vaguely remembering the plot, the most important detail standing out. The one that you overlooked.

At the time, he’d wondered if your mind had ventured where his always had. Drifting to daydreams of you and him being more than just childhood friends. Deep down, he knew that was a pipe dream. Knew that you were too good for him in every way but the truth didn’t stop his mind now.

He tilts his head, a teasing grin slotting into place as he looks at you, “Wouldn’t you know?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Come on, Princess. Don’t tell me all-star athlete Milligan had amateur lips,” he repeats the line from the movie and you can’t help but laugh. Jaw a little slack in surprise but quickly twisting into a cocky smirk.

“You have been watching!” You push off the couch and point an accusing finger. Eddie scoffs, nudging your hand from his face with a roll of his eyes.

“You’ve made me watch it a dozen times, how could I not catch some of it?” He gives you a bored stare but you don’t miss the slight grin on his face.

“Still watched it,” you grumble under your breath, falling back against the cushion and watching the movie but Eddie isn’t going to give up so easily. The thought staying present in his mind, urging him to ask again. Ask, ask, ask until you give him an answer.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he pushes you again, enjoying the scowl you shoot in his direction.

“Because it was a dumb question,” you sneer but lack any venom. Hell would have to freeze over before you admitted to being less than practiced in the kissing department. Something you knew he’d definitely make fun of you for.

His cinnamon eyes study the side of your face, the heat on your cheeks not missed by his suspicious gaze.

“I knew it!” He shouts suddenly, and you shrink under his innocent scrutiny.

“Knew what?” You tut your tongue, face twisting in feigned confusion. Attempting to cover the obvious.

“Is that why you broke up with him? Kiss was that bad?” He continues to tease, eyes glowing with mirth. Their intensity causing you to crack and break.

“You suck,” You groan, throwing your head back and shutting your eyes. Divulging every last detail of your first and last kiss as you avoid looking directly at him.

“It was so bad, Eds. He left a ring of saliva around my mouth and I swear to fuck he was trying to eat my face.”

Goosebumps rise on your arms and revulsion churns in your gut remembering the sticky ring he left behind when you’d finally left his house.

He laughs, a loud melodic sound that fills his living room causing you to break. You watch him with a glare, crossing your arms over your chest as you do.

“It’s not funny, Eddie,” you pout, and fuck, if he can’t help but find you cute.

His laughs quiet down and he tries to school his face into neutrality, but he can’t fight the smile from spreading across his lips when you look at him like that.

“It’s really not,” he shakes his head, dark curls brushing his shoulders with the movements. He meant what he said, it isn’t funny. A pretty girl like you deserves a good kiss.

“It’s probably my fault anyway,” you shake your head, a little flustered as the embarrassment creeps in and makes a home of your chest.

“I sincerely doubt that,” he scoffs, turning his body to face yours.

“I’m not exactly practiced, Eddie,” you admit with a roll of your eyes, playing with the hem of your dress and wishing the earth would swallow you whole.

Josh had been your first boyfriend, if you could call him that. Some lame-o jock with a nice car and a house to himself most of the time. You were seventeen and never been kissed. Just wanting to get it over with to say you had and you weren’t entirely sure the reason it sucked wasn’t because of you.

Eddie watches the side of your face, the nervous way you bite into your lower lip and stare into the shag carpet lining his hardwood floor.

“I can show you, if you want,” he offers suddenly, catching both of you off guard and you’re not entirely sure what he means.

He knows you better than anyone, can tell you’re confused by the upturn of your brow and the twist of your mouth when you face him.

“I mean, for practice,” he corrects, completely nonchalant and hoping the words are a lot more confident than he feels.

“That wouldn’t be weird?” You question, turning your body to mirror his. Sitting face to face and only inches apart. The smell of his cologne growing stronger, making your mouth water at the scent. Bergamot and tobacco, a small hint of his green apple shampoo.

“‘Course not,” he waves you off and sits a little closer, subtly wiping his sweaty palms along the tops of his jeans.

“What do I do?” You question, hands lifting and unsure of where to place them. Where you can touch him.

He grins, that megawatt smile that always had your heart racing. Less mischievous and more inviting than before, the dimple deepening in his cheek.

“Here,” he grabs your hands and wraps them around his neck, patting them softly. As though instinctively, your fingers curl in his hair. Wrapping dark brown waves around your fingers absently.

“And my hands would go here,” he grips your hips softly, your bodies moving closer until your chests brush and you wonder if he can feel how your heart thrums in your chest.

“Still with me?” He grins and you give him an uncertain smile, a small nod because the words are lodged in your throat.

“I’d tilt my face this way,” he moves his head, “and you’d tilt yours the other.”

You follow his instruction, gaze dancing between his cinnamon eyes and the plush of his lips.

He leans closer, and your eyes flutter close. Time slows until it stops altogether when you feel the gentle press of his mouth against yours.

Eddie’s lips are softer than you thought they’d be, mouth sweet like the chai tea he’d been sipping. He takes his time, focusing on your bottom lip and then your top one. A languid push and pull, his hand reaching up to cup your face. To hold you close. Making you melt where you sit, forget how to breathe as you follow his lead.

The kiss grows more intense, and you nip at his bottom lip without thinking. Tugging it gently, sucking it sweet and making him groan.

He pulls away when he hears himself, too afraid to get lost in how you feel, how you taste, when this is supposed to be practice.

His hands remain on your face, pale skin blushed and brown eyes burning with something you can’t name.

“I don’t think you were the problem,” his voice is just above a whisper, your hands still tangled in his hair.

“No?” You repeat, mind still mush. Still focused on his lips.

“Definitely not,” he shakes his head and you fight the urge to kiss him again.

This was just a lesson, you tell yourself and loosen your grip. Hands falling to your sides.

Inside, Eddie is fighting a silent battle. Debating whether to tell you the truth or keep it his best kept secret. How would he even tell you?

Hey, I’ve always had a thing for you?

Could we be more than just friends?

“That’s better than what I could’ve imagined,” or that.

Idiot, he squeezes his eyes shut. Avoiding your surprised gaze, hoping to whatever god that you didn’t hear him but knowing you definitely did.

“W-what?” You stammer, unsure if you heard him right. Did he just say that?

Eddie shrugs, “Oh, c’mon,” he says your name with a shake of his head, opening his eyes and glancing down at his lap. You watch him pick at the frayed hole in his black jeans.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t know,” his voice is thick, lower than before and your face twists as you shake your head.

“Know what?”

The anticipation builds with every second that passes and he doesn’t respond. Building up the courage to say all that he hadn’t before.

“I used to have the craziest crush on you,” he laughs but it’s smaller than before. Your mouth goes dry and your palms sweat as you stare. Heart skidding to a stop because you never thought, never knew, that he felt that way about you.

“The look on your face tells me you didn’t,” he chuckles again, circling your face with one of his ringed fingers but still avoiding your gaze. You can see a hint of uncertainty there, a worry glimmering in them and you want to say something. Anything. To reassure him that you felt that, still feel the same. Have always felt the same but the words are lost on your tongue. Mind stuck on the kiss, his confession, and trying to pinpoint a sign or a clue.

With each passing second, Eddie feels more uncomfortable. More awkward than before.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t expect-“ he starts but you shake your head

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” You cut him off.

“Because you’re my best friend for some reason and I knew that was already an anomaly. No way you like the town freak as more than a friend,” he shrugs, using self-deprecation as a shield to lessen the inevitable rejection.

You swallow down any fear of repudiation that you’d held onto all of these years.

“So you liked me?” You clarify, trying to see if it’s present or past tense. He squirms a little under your attention giving himself away and you can’t help the goofy grin that spreads across your kiss swollen lips.

“Oh that’s funny to you, Princess?” He jokes but the color of his cheeks deepen until they’re a vibrant red.

“You’re so clueless for someone so smart, Munson,” you shake your head and he finally looks up at you.

You’ve always thought he was handsome, good-looking in every way. From the sharpness of his jaw, to the prominent apples of his cheeks and the roundness of his nose. The kind of cute that was hard to miss, hard to stop staring at when you started. Just like now. Your eyes trace over the freckles dotting his alabaster skin and to his lips. A small countdown in your head and when it reaches zero, you’ll finally have the courage to lean in. For this to be more than just practice.

Three

Two

One

Eddie meets you halfway, his hands on your waist and your hands holding his neck. A soft peck that blossoms into something more. Exploring the plush of his lips, memorizing the way they curve under your kiss. How he sighs, happily, as the seconds drag on.

No, kisses weren’t meant to be rushed or make you nauseous. They were meant to be this. A rush of excitement, the thud of your heart, the way the world around you fades away until all you can feel is Eddie. Your best friend Eddie. All the stereotypical descriptors couldn’t do this justice.

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thank you for reading! xx el

[zhuoyichenpretty]

Eps 34-35

Not many photos here because anything I screenshot in these eps would literally just give me psychic damage at this point (-:

Spoilers under the cut!

Ep 34:

I'm being so brave watching this fucking opening scene again.

No actually though I've watched it several times by now and it just keeps getting worse. What can one even say about all this? Ow??? Fuck???

Probably the most gruesome onscreen death of a child character in cdrama that I've seen like I didn't know they could even go there like that. I guess maybe because it's not gory or specifically violent? Idk the rules but man. His expression.

The way they play TJR singing their song and then switch to LZY's version. Maximum pain thank you guys.

ZYC's "I'm sorry" is so damn loaded. For not being there, for failing to protect him, but also for being the reason Bai Jiu made this decision. For giving Bai Jiu someone to love and protect and die for. For unknowingly and inadvertently causing this just by loving him and being loved by him. ZYC's remorse and regret as he makes the connections and pieces together Bai Jiu's thought process is so fucking haunting. Just the most awful way for his own words of comfort to come back. And like I'd commented previously—the way love begets grief.

I'm going to kms I knew when they put yet another cloak on ZYC that he'd be giving it to someone else but NO!!! Not like this oh my god

"哥帶你回家" (Ge will take you home) I don't even have the words for how painful this is. Is this the first time ZYC refers to himself as ge? Not just acknowledging that Bai Jiu's made an older brother of him? If not, it's certainly the most salient.

Both actors' skills can hardly be questioned atp (like, that's a damn difficult expression to die with), but I just have to marvel at the way TJR's acting (his micro-expressions!!!) is at once subtle and incredibly clear. That ZYC's every emotion is clearly telegraphed—his shock, his horror, his anguish, his regret, his desperation, his exhaustion—but so naturally done.

ZYC struggling with the weight of Bai Jiu's body and dropping it, on top of paralleling the flashback, is just so terrible in its reality. ZYC must already be so incredibly drained after that final battle. To have gone through such an unspeakable loss, to carry it on his back and find himself unable to even properly do that, to protect what's left of Bai Jiu from the mundanity of physical damage.

WX's dad nooooo you're leaving her to ZYZ but ZYZ's not planning on staying either nooooo

Are we sure the magic rain couldn't have saved WX's dad tho ):

WX don't tell ZYZ your self-sacrificial plan there's no way he'd let you go through with it girl!!! You gotta pull a ZYC and be vague as fuck and make sure everyone's feet are frozen to the ground so they can't stop you

ZYZ backing away after using the spell on WX, slapping himself when he nearly can't get himself to go through with dying. Good shit. But also my god I'm so sorry WX what a fucking traumatic ten minutes will anyone give her a fucking break? Living at any cost, at the cost of her beloved dying several feet away from her, yet another manifestation of her trauma with Zhao Wan'er, and knowing it's about to happen, begging to be given a say—cruel. PSJ has been offscreen for forever just because plot convenience (which, in itself, already sucks) but if she were here she would kill ZYZ herself for putting WX through this and the rain would just be a bonus.

The Cloud Light Sword stained with blood to the point it looks unfamiliar—good shit.

ZYC's fucking voice when he asks if there's any other choice. Art, I tell you.

Fucking hell. The twist on their fate being ZYC choosing it rather than being forced into it, to absolve ZYZ of the cruelty he's had to bear responsibility for in doing this to his loved ones. Zhiji was not misapplied in this damn story—ZYC understands and he understands over and over because who else could do this for ZYZ? To find one last way to lighten his burden in such a conflicting and complicated and impossible situation. To know exactly what must be hurting ZYZ and to bear the weight instead and to make sure he knows full well that's what's happening. For ZYC to take that hurt upon himself, entirely upon himself. The way that ZYC dealing the killing blow is actually the furthest thing from a moment of hardening his own heart, that it's in fact the height of his soft-heartedness. And how much that must hurt. Pain.

Also, imo ZYC making it purely his choice at the last moment is so clearly and specifically for ZYZ. Not for anyone else's sake, and precisely against his own and WX's wishes. Upon knowing ZYZ's commitment to death in this moment, whatever else happening has been made secondary. He is giving ZYZ all that he has left to give—fulfilling ZYZ's sacrificial determination, carrying out ZYZ's will to save the people, absolving ZYZ's guilt at what it's taken to get here.

(Totally tangential but I referenced AOT in my last post so I figured I'd make further reference: if anyone's familiar with Eruri—I'm somewhat reminded of Levi's choice. Being the only one with the power to save or let their loved one die. Choosing death for them, on their behalf, perhaps a decision opaque and counterintuitive to the rest of the world but completely and utterly made out of love and an inimitable understanding of the man they love. The most painfully and unimaginably selfless act, to give them peace at the cost of their own suffering.)

"小卓，你還是這麼..." (Xiao Zhuo, you're still so...) Oh this line kills me (ha). I love that it's unfinished. That it encapsulates ZYZ's surprise, his understanding and gratitude, and ultimately this sense of marveling at the man in front of him and what he's given ZYZ even now, at the very end. It tells me ZYZ recognizes ZYC's choice for what it is: the utmost act of a soft-hearted and boundless love that sees through him completely. Zhiji indeed.

The way ZYZ has unfulfilled promises with both WX and ZYC, the way they both call him a liar—good shit.

When I didn't know there was an episode 35 (or special episode I guess) I was boutta throw hands like what do you MEAN that's it??

Ep 35:

I do love a good hair-turning-white-from-grief trope (': But man, white hair like that at 24/25........Also though PSJ and WX finally have more noticeably different styling/silhouettes yayy they look gorgeous

God, but I can't bear looking at how small their group is now.

Searching all the mountains and seas, all 28 mountains in the Wilderness. ZYC, that kind of devotion...I really feel the need to echo ZYZ here, you're really so...

ZYC looking like ZYZ from behind because of his hair......ZYC's hand shaking holding Bai Jiu's bell............................

Also I'm really glad (I say this through tears) because I saw Bai Jiu didn't have his bell in ep 33/34 and I was like ??

Ah, are you kidding me I thought the pain was more or less over what do you mean Bai Jiu wants ZYC to 勿想勿念 [wù xiǎng wù niàn] (don't think of, don't miss)?? The way 不念不响 [bù niàn bù xiǎng] is literally the title of ZYC's character song, which then plays in the bg ('''':

(I can't really tell how well the subs explain it or how it comes across in translation so apologies if this context isn't necessary but the characters in the song title say "don't read, don't ring," but the character for "ring" is a homophone for "think of" and the character for "read" can also mean "miss." Missing someone/something is "想念" [xiǎng niàn]. Bai Jiu tells ZYC not to miss him through homophonous terms—a book he can't read, a bell that can't ring—and the song title is directly referencing that.) What an elaborate way to hurt me.

Bai Jiu really pulled a ZYC though with a box full of hurt/comfort just like ZYC had left WX

Ohhh the way WX's narration turns into ZYC's?? Honestly this drama's commitment to canonizing ZYC's love for ZYZ to the same level as WX's is really gratifying. And ZYC talking about a bone-deep sadness after ZYZ died. The parallel of baby!ZYC in front of the pond. I especially love the mention of ZYZ's age in comparison to ZYC's, these glimpses of the perspective ZYC has gained with hindsight. The distance of time and reflection and yet the unmistakable fondness and love. It is in part healing to hear.

Also imo ZYC if the scene chosen for ZYZ's POV of you is accurate I'd wager he saw you not as some angry child but as the pinnacle of humanity's beautiful bleeding heart.

ZYZ said it before right? That every human emotion is important? Well ZYC really has been constantly feeling the entire range of human emotion this whole drama lmao

Why yes I do think I need a heartwrenching MV-style montage of all the tragedies of this story that ultimately offers bittersweet catharsis and closure as the OST narrates about searching for someone and finding them in the end. Just what the doctor prescribed tyvm

WX saying ZYZ's final wish was to 落葉歸根 (translated as returning home, literally translates to "fallen leaves return to their root," implies returning home after a long time) the way humans do and ZYZ's soul literally being on a leaf of paper (which kinda sorta works in CN as well since "leaf" and "page" are homophonous) that, carried by the wind, returns to ZYC?? Home??? Are you joking bc I'm sobbing.

Gonna have to use this photo again bc literally how else do I describe how I'm feeling rn?

And that's a fucking wrap. I'm so. I don't even. Wow. Maybe in another couple of business days I'll throw together a brief review of the show as a whole, but right now I'm gonna drown myself in other people's metas and gifs and fics as god intended. Thank you as always for spending the time on my silly ramblings and I hope you enjoyed the ride!

[hils79]

Hils Watches Meet You At The Blossom - Ep 1

Hi everyone I am back! I've finished the new Dragon Age game, and I've finished my DMBJ Rarepair Exchange fic which means I can finally go back to liveblogging dramas.

This one has been on my list since before it came out, and I'm super late to it but very excited. I have no idea how to tag this because it's a drama made by Thai company but filmed in China with a Chinese cast. Is it a cdrama or a tdrama? I have no idea. MyDramaList has it filed as a Thai drama so let's go with that?

Right, let's go!

Is it really any sort of period cdrama if someone doesn't get yeeted off a cliff in the first episode. I'm sure whoever this kid is he is definitely not going to show up with amnesia and/or an elaborate plan for revenge

Marriages? How is this kid old enough to have had one marriage never mind multiple?

Just as a guess I'm assuming this is the kid who got thrown off the cliff

Haha! Okay now I understand what he means by his failing marriages

Me whenever I see a pretty man in a perilous situation

Wait does he actually think that he's a woman?

Wait, do they ALL think he's a woman? I mean okay I love me some gender shenanigans

Whump and dramatic swooning after 10 mins? Clearly I have been a good Hils

I feel like the done with this shit servant is going to be a favourite

Oh no he's tucking him in. This is already very cute.

I regret to inform you all that I already adore this puppy

I'm always suspicious when one of the protagonists has two loving and alive parents. I'm quite sure something terrible is going to happen, although maybe not because this is a BL rather than a traditional wuxia drama

Luckily for him the beauty he's currently in love with isn't actually a woman

I still don't fully understand what he's up to but I love that he's just decided to commit to pretending to be a woman until he gets what he wants

I was literally just thinking he's so tall compared to Xiaobao

Ooh plot twist he's the evil prince's nephew

His face when the puppy shows up to save him

Aww he shielded the puppy with his own body

Wait what?? Is this...are they going to do a sex pollen type thing????

[writing-whump]

Routinely nauseous

After some time a proper emeto no-plot fic. Isaiah is sick with Matt caretaker.

Isaiah let go of the rim of the toilet only with great difficulty, his fingers curled up around the cold porcelain like claws.

Matthew eased his away from it though and Isaiah promptly collapsed on the floor on fresh folded towel waiting for him on top of the carpet.

Matthew sat cross-legged next to him like they were having some kind of weird pyjama party. He moved with such ease, like he had done this a million times. And Isaiah supposed he had.

"Is this from exhaustion? I knew you were taking on too much-"

Isaiah coughed and curled up around his aching stomach. "Nonsense. There is plenty of other stuff to choose from." He muffled a burp against the towel under his cheek. "Skipped a meal in the morning, dozed off after lunch in the study room and don't forget the weather is changing..."

Matthew gave him an unhappy pat on the arm. Isaiah squeezed his eyes shut against a new wave of nausea. They were rolling through him since midday, the effect of the heart medication worsened by not eating.

He had been doing pretty fine the last month. Almost a proper schedule, law studies, wolf meets and random patrols, training Rip, talking normally with both Matt and Sel...he wanted to appreciate small mercies of being back in shape, except apparently he couldn't.

"It always come back for some incredibly mundane stupid reason..." Isaiah grumbled under his breath, somewhere between resignation and frustrated anger.

His stomach let out a long whine that caused him to wince, gulping the excessive saliva pooling in his mouth. Which was weird, because his tongue tasted dry and horrible, like he was eating clay.

"You are holding up really well, Zaya. It's fine." Matt rubbed his arm in a soothing way that was just underlining to Isaiah how abnormal it all was.

"Just awesome," Isaiah said sarcastically. "Went almost a month without puking. New record."

"Nobody else even noticed. They all seemed to have forgotten, in fact." Matt said it with a grunt, like he expected better of Hector and Arnie.

Isaiah was glad everything was normal on that front though. He spend the weekend with them touring whatever hills there were around Vienna to tour. They treated him fairly, no concerns, no special considerations.

He was immensely glad nothing about his condition reminded them of it. Even if Arnie watched him like a hawk and Hector tried to kinda of leave the topic hanging open in the air, they didn't actually dare to address it, so he was doing well enough.

Except this stupid Monday morning. He got used to the nauseous effects of the meds, but whenever anything in his routine changed—he ate too quickly, skipped a meal or it was too salty or heavy or foreign or his sleep got messed up just a little—his chest would get heavy, which usually led to his digestion process completely stopping.

His stomach was sore, bloated and hard to the touch, currently twisting the remnants of his lunch into confetti he didn't have much hope to hold down either.

Isaiah rubbed at it with distate. Not to mention the tiredness that came with it, he could barely lift his head.

Another angry ripple went through him, echoing with embarrassing loudness through the bathroom.

The slithery disgusting feeling was back around his teeth and he curled his fingers, hiding his face against the towel with a groan.

"Zaya? How is it going down there?"

"God, don't ask."

Matthew sighed. "Come on, up with you. You will feel better once you puke it up."

"Nothing about puking makes me feel better," Isaiah complained, but let Matt slid his hands under his back and prop him up against the toilet.

He was aware he was rather whiny today, but the constant worried frustration with the state of his body that wasn't coming back together like it was, that reacted differently, that disappointed him when it used to hold him up...

He braced himself against the toilet rim, letting some drool hang from his lips. What a sight he must have made.

The next ripple was downright painful, gnawing and he hang his head as a bubble of air forced its way up. He gagged emptily, a shiver running up his spine.

"Are you cold?" Matt rubbed his back with one hand while holding him up by the shoulder with the other.

"Just nauseous. Getting bad again," Isaiah said through gritted teeth, shutting his eyes. The wave started in the pit of his stomach and slithered through him with a powerful cramp.

He heaved with the force, gagging as a few mouthfuls of spit surged out. So much trouble for such meager results.

But the nausea was still rising, so it wasn't the end for sure.

Isaiah shivered again, gagging emptily at the wavy sensation, wrapping a hand around his stomach where it cramped up the most. His heartbeat was in his ears again, chest heavy and he had that shaky feeling in his hands.

"Shhhh. Almost over. Just get the rest up and you will get a break."

"You know something I don't?" Isaiah mouthed, spitting up but he couldn't seem to force the next wave to come. Or end. Or just move. This stuck in state was horrible.

Matthew shuffled behind him so he could wrap an arm around his chest. His hand landed in the middle of Isaiah's back, tense and ready. "On three, okay? One. Two. Three."

He gave Isaiah's back a strong decisive pat and it seemed to be the spike needed.

Isaiah heaved, whole body rolling as a thick wave of vomit came out. Another and another, leaving him breathless and dizzy from the force, having to brace himself against the rim with both hands to keep his balance.

It felt beyond humiliating to be heaving and gagging in Matthew's hold like that, but when it temprered off, he sagged against the red wolf's chest like a ragdoll.

"There you go. Good job. It will get only better now."

Isaiah let him ease him against his lap, content to curl up against Matthew's tight. He was shivering, so Matt grabbed another towel to throw over him like a blanket.

"I'm so tired of this," Isaiah said, downright pitiful and pitying himself, which he hated but had no strength to fight at the moment.

Matt said nothing, cradling his head in his lap. He took the edge of the blanket-towel and mopped at Isaiah's sweaty forehead, freeing the bangs plastered against the skin.

Isaiah sighed, the most content sound of the evening and let the gravity pull his control and tension apart. Completely boneless in Matthew's grip, relieved as the nausea finally eased.

[katerinaaqu]

Have you heard of the korean bl manga Ennead that takes the actual Egyptian mythology and twists it so much it's not even a joke?

Especially about Seth, for some reason in the manga he gets assaulted more times than any dark romance on booktok and then have him and Horus his niece be a thing.

Now some will say "Greek myths did the same with relationships" and i am like are they aware that these ancient myths with this modern adaptation isn't the same thing???

Especially Egyptian deities who were religious figures and now if you search online well be prepared 😭

I am aware of its existence but never read it. I have to confess some of the arts looked nice but just by looking at that I was like "nope! Another modern 'adaptation'!

Not gonna lie, first time I saw it I was like "oh finally we have some egyptian mythology mention!" but then I saw some clips here and there and I was like "Nope!". Then I must confess (if you see my profile and my takes on the ATROCIOUS adaptations of my culture's mythology -Greek-) I was like... "oh...someone else's mythology is butchered for a change!" So yeah basically a twist of the actual myth behind Seth and Horus where Seth pretended wishing to bed Horus, Horus deflects him and gathers his seed in his hands. His mother spreads then Horus's seed to some lettuse that is Seth's favorite so basically when Seth eats it and "takes in Horus's seed" without knowing, he brags to the council of the gods that he has managed to seduce and conquer Horus so others would mock him but then the gods call upon each of their seed from the gods and of course Horus's seed appears as a halow around Seth's head so Seth is humiliated instead I am not even surprised anymore that they do this at this point! They just take a mythical and symbolic scene and they turn it into some twisted SL whatever version to get others to get excited!

But man yeah I know it is terrible! I keep struggling with it every day especially with mainstream stuff that basically RUIN the myths for the world in my opinion especially with the changes (see for example PJO, Miller's books or Epic the Musical's plot) that basically make the world SOOOOOO revolved around these modern "adaptations" that is not even a joke, they literally use them almost as sources or as substitute for them! And it is infuriating to me. And yeah not only do they speak on them as if they are the substitute of sources but also they speak to those who point out that they are NOT as if they just bring up the usual "the myths have versions. This is one of them" like noooooo? If I create an SNL version of Star Wars does it make me an official creator? If I make Lord of the Rings Characters fuck with each other does that make me equal to Tolkien?! And yeah that is of course not even the same level as people who use ancient cultures' "modern adaptations" to not only substitute the actual sources but also to speak as if they are equivalent! Or even worse as if these "modern adaptations" are somehow "correcting" the ancient sources! That is what infuriates me the most when it happens!

[kingsonne-zedecks]

So I'm trying something new with my writing. Which is to not not do it. Shocking I know, but I get so caught up on wanting to do things right and "normal" writing processes that I end up not actually writing anything. So instead I'm going to share my ideas for this story in a freeform brainstorm post. Because sharing my ideas makes me happy, and hearing peoples responses to my ideas makes it easier to actually write. Who knows if this will actually help me write more structured story? Not me, but it's worth a shot and isn't worse than not writing anything. Plot outline under the cut

So here's what I'm thinking with this story.

Context: This whole deal is shit-fucked from the start. The new Makiel and a few of the Court of Seven have motives to break up the Reaper division now that the major emergency is handled. There is a desire to return to the status quo, there is a desire to poach Ozriel's Reapers, and Makiel desires to stamp his mark on the Way and assert his comparatively weak authority due to his junior status compared to the other Judges. Setting: Meet Iteration 2365: Pact This iteration is super doomed and Makiel knows it, and the reason is something that Lindon will find out. Essentially, two major Fiends were able to secret themselves away in the foundations of the iteration from its beginning, where they hid away from Abidan discovery, limiting their disruption as much as possible, integrating themselves with the world and its power system as a way to anchor themselves to the Way and continue their feeding. Their existence is a mark of failure to the Hounds and the Ghosts. They have a vested interest in the Iteration just being Reaped and their mistake erased. Now, the existence of Fiends in the world has had dramatic effects on the Iteration. So, in the Willverse, iterations are created from fragments of other worlds, stitched together, which then grow and stabilize. In this case, the magic system of the world was corrupted before it could stabilize, and the Seal of Solomon was the way it was accomplished. Fiends/Demons tricked Solomon into a world shaping deal that was not in the best interest of humanity. At the time, Humanity was growing and becoming more established, and the system of Karma was strengthening and, as is the way of the Way, humanity was on a road to significant power. In the Willverse, everything trends towards humanity as it grows stronger, but in Pact, this is twisted, things are out of balance, and strong practitioners trend towards becoming more Other. With the Seal of Solomon, one of the effects was to limit the growth of the magic system to only the Awakened, "protecting" unaware humans from the actions of Others, but only kind of, while instead preventing Humanity as a whole from growing stronger. The other effect of the Seal was to bind the Fiends into the magic system of the World, stabilizing them somewhat so they did not need to consume the entire iteration to take advantage of its connection to the Way. The Plot:

So I don't know exactly when Lindon meets up with Blake and Rose, or how much he's figured out or done by then. One idea is that he makes himself some sort of Karmic Compass and uses it to eliminate "monsters" both human and Other that are high in Karmic Debt in order to rapidly grow his own Points Karma. His compass ends up bringing him to Jacob's Bell, where he meets Blake and comes to terms with the fact that despite killing Blake being a net positive Karma wise, it doesn't mesh with his vibes and goals. He has his own Suriel moment of "this is the sort of person the Abidan is supposed to protect," Anyway, magic. Demesne: Lindon makes a backpack into his demesne. A highly weak demesne due to it's size, but a good tradeoff for Lindon as he can't really afford to get locked down into one location as he intends to travel the world until he can figure out how to save it from within. It doesn't grant much power, but does end up growing in internal size like a little pseudo-void key. It also draws in a couple small spirits that like the space, sage of tiny pets style. It also serves to define him in the eyes of magic as a traveler who won't be staying long. Implement: Hammer. Obviously. Implement of creation and destruction, of rebuilding. Familiar: Lindon will debate this a little bit, but feels a little odd about taking a familiar given Little Blue, Dross, and Orthos. I don't think I'd have him end up actually finding a familiar before the end. Path/School: I found one in the PactDice docs that is essentially the Soulsmithing route of Pact. Which is perfect for Lindon, he finds monsters, breaks them, and turns them into something that can be used for good. Back to the Plot:

So Lindon meets up with Blake and Rose, he ingratiates himself with them a little bit. He's pretty free with soul oaths on things he's confident in himself on, so he doesn't really worry about being forsworn from attacking them after he promises to help. Rose still doesn't trust him, but that's Rose and to be expected.

Lindon reads more about magic from their library and starts to put together the fact that something is deeply wrong with the world. Everything he learns about magic implies that Pact should have a level of Ascendents on par with Cradle. The magic system is highly compatible with Way magic and the more a Practitioner refines themselves and their magic in the eyes of the world, the closer they should align with the Pact equivalent of Icons and begin to qualify for ascension. Except no one has ever ascended from this world. He starts to get a little suspicious about the Seal too. I don't have much in way of how things go until they get to Ur for the first time, but at that fight, Lindon realizes that Ur is fiendish and a big fucking deal. He chooses to fail his mission and save the world, this is straight up default back to normal Reaper operations. So he goes to release his authority and gets Ur'd, his connections severed, and drops into the Drains, leaving his Marble/Shroud/Power behind. Next part is a little foggy. I'm not sure when I want Bogeyman!Lindon to return. If Rose is going to summon him, if he's going to meet up with Blake in the Drains, or if he's going to be on his own until the story reaches the climax and the Pact Crew enters the Library and he crawls out with them.

What I do know is that the Drains are going to get a little indigestion trying to break him down. Lindon is aware of the Fiendish nature of the Abyss now, and knows it will succeed if given enough time. They are a high enough tier Fiend they could break down even a full strength Abidan, let alone a veiled one. His only saving grace is that his Origin his hidden in his veil and his connection to that is severed according to the rules of Pact, but not according to the rules of the Way. And since the Fiends are also partially bound to the rules of Pact, they can't destroy him entirely. So Lindon's going to look pretty rough though, and is essentially going to get broken down into the Hungry Ghost Bogeyman. When Lindon gets visions of the surface he's going to see things like Rose trying to figure out how to crack his marble for power or otherwise use it to her advantage. They can sense its something big under the surface, but can't crack it. During the final battle for Jacob's Bell, the Barber will get his hands on it at least once. Ooh, perhaps Rose will trade it to Johannes for something prior to Johannes!Barber. Anyway, during the final battle, either Lindon gets his marble back, or maybe tricks the barber into cutting it open, and Abidan Lindon is Back Baby. Epic mop up scene as Lindon trashes the Barber hardcore and starts burning the Abyss to ash using Void Dragon's Dance. Story clean up involves Lindon fusing his implement hammer into Genesis, incorporating his Pact magic into his ascended magic and then shattering the metaphysical Seal of Solomon, restoring the natural order of Pact. He mentions that he's only and X many star Phoenix but that he can handle a decent amount of restoration, and is able to restore Blake and Rose back together along with the bulk of Blake's friend's memories of him. In this house we canon Trans!Blake, who has many feelings about being whole again, after having been literally split in two, and is going to need some serious therapy for dealing with this level of gender identity crisis on top of all the normal therapy for the end of the world and demons and magic shit. Eithan, Yerin, and Dross show up to help wipe up the Fiends.

Oh, and Alexis doesn't die/bogeyman because fuck that. Happy endings for all.

The Reaper's Pact

Lindon floated in the vivid blue of the Way and brooded. He'd deny it if called out—blame it on his overly severe face and claim to be merely contemplating. Yerin wouldn't have let him get away with it, nor would Dross, but they weren't with him now, and so he brooded. 

When he had first ascended to the Heavens they had been a tapestry of chaos. The Vroshir Incursion had devastated Abidan defenses and laid bare the cracks in their organization. 10,000 words had once been under Abidan protection, with 1,000 fully integrated into their control. 

They'd proven capable of protecting only a fraction of that number. 

The War in the Heavens had cost lives on a scale that had been nearly unfathomable, and with each life lost, the fabric of the Way had weakened. It was in the aftermath of such destruction that the Reaper Division had been born. Lindon and his friends had plunged headfirst into iteration after iteration, pulling them back from the edge of destruction with all their strength and will. Year by year they worked, and slowly but surely, the missions became less desperate—the stability less fragile. Eventually, every world within the emergency jurisdiction of the Reapers was either saved or eliminated. 

Lindon felt the pain of those they could not save, the ones who had passed their tipping point while they were busy elsewhere, stretched too thin to address everywhere in need. In some ways the others were worse. Worlds that should have been saved—worlds they had saved, but that had, for some reason, failed to settle into a new Fate. Even the Court of Seven could not resolve their debate regarding where the blame lied. Most agreed that the actions of the Reapers in these Iterations introduced too much chaos for the worlds to handle. 

Whatever the cause, these Iterations never rejoined the stream of Fate and lost their connection to the Way. Eithan had been required to eliminate them before their drift caused them to crash into healthy iterations. None of them handled these well; without the ability to view Fate, they could only guess at what they had done wrong—at what they could have done differently.

Of the 10,000 worlds of the Abidan, the combined efforts of each Division had recovered 6,823. The rest were either gone, in the hands of the Vroshir, or otherwise beyond the reach of the newer, more cautious Abidan. 

That's when Eithan, with all his usual showmanship, revealed his true plans for the Reaper Division, a dream made possible by none other than the Mad King himself. A way for the Reapers to save iterations from themselves before they reached the brink, and without the risks of violating fate. A plan that Eithan himself had attempted on Cradle. 

Which brought Lindon to the Iteration he was brooding over, #2365. It was corrupted by at least one influence that would eventually lead to its death, but that death was far enough distant as to not yet be written firmly in the stands of fate, and so it could be changed, and if it was changed from within, it would theoretically shift to its new fate without any danger of failure. 

Lindon held a black marble to his lips. 

“Apply restraints and seal authority. Authorization eight-zero-zero-two.”

Yerin still teased him that Eithan had made her the first Reaper rather than him, but the taunts had never stung. They both knew that she would be the one to replace him one day. Hopefully not for a long time though.

Lindon felt a spasm of pain as he thought of his wife. Eithan had spent close to seventeen years on Cradle in his attempt to raise up a team that could solve the Hunger and Monarch problem from within. He'd been prepared to spend forty, and Lindon had to be just as committed to the Fate of this world. 

He did think it was an easier thing for Ozriel to have undertaken, as lonely as he had been. He'd not had a wife and child he was leaving behind. Well—Lirin might be a little put out at being referred to as a child given that he'd been a full-fledged Reaper himself for years now, but immortality had a strange effect on the perception of time. Eithan assured him that once he hit his first millennium a mere 40 years would seem like nothing at all.

Lindon wasn't planning on taking that long. 

With the seal activated, the clock had truly started, and Lindon couldn’t delay any further; he veiled his rapidly dwindling power and slipped into the Iteration. He wrapped himself in illusions as he drifted down over the blue green sphere of the world. It was a fairly standard human inhabited planet, but Sector Control had informed him that access to its energy system was limited to a select few, and the vast majority of the world wasn't aware of it at all. A man seen descending from the sky here would have far greater impact on the fate of the iteration than on Suriel's appearance on Cradle. 

As he dropped, he was feeding everything that he was into the marble. The powers he had collected after his ascension went first, and they were the easiest to let go. His Authority and the power of the Dreadgods were harder. For the first time in decades he actually had to struggle against his arm as it resisted what felt entirely too much like being consumed—the Hunger they shared rebelling in the face of giving up power. 

The marble was giving as much as it took though, and wisps of gray fabric drifted from its surface to wrap around him—around his soul. This Origin Shroud was nothing compared to the one that had hidden Eithan from the eyes of Judges, but it was sufficiently strong to hide his own Origin from this world. 

He picked up the pace of his descent as the marble began eating into the power he’d gained as a Lord, greedily drinking up his madra and soulfire. If he hadn’t reached the surface by the time that was finished he’d find his mission ending with an abrupt impact with the ground. He stumbled as he landed in a clearing outside of a small village, his body failing him as the effects of its rebirth in soulfire were sealed away. 

The sealing was accelerating, and Lindon could barely sense his own spirit beneath the ever thickening shroud. The loss of his Bloodforged body sent him to his knees and he almost wished he couldn’t sense what was coming next; madra itself was as incompatible with this world as it was fundamental to Cradle. Uncaring of his wishes, the threads of the Shroud reached his cores only moments later and Lindon world faded to black.

When he came to, he jumped to his feet, slightly surprised at the ease of movement even in this weakened form. It made a certain sense, this planet was significantly smaller than Cradle, and even without his madra enforcing him Lindon felt… strong. The shroud hadn’t left him with anything beyond the limits of this world, but his physique would at least be an asset still. 

As he continued to take stock of his body he was surprised at the sight of an intricate tattoo in white ink that he found covering a now fully human right arm. He took a strange degree of comfort in the compromise the Shroud had found when hiding this clearly inhuman aspect of his person, leaving him a permanent reminder of who he was for as long as he remained in this world. 

He completed his scan of his body and instinctively moved to turn that his vision inward, to see for himself the void where his cores should be—and came up short when he couldn't. The comfort he had drawn from his arm fled from him as the reality of this undertaking sunk in. Even as an Unsouled he had been capable of visualizing his meager core and madra, but now it was like trying to see out of his elbow. He was blind and powerless in a way he had never been before. 

Lindon sat in that feeling for only a moment before he gathered himself, determination settling over him. He had mastered the energy systems of half a dozen ascended Iterations. He’d started from the bottom on Cradle as well, and it wouldn’t stop him here either. He tucked the black marble into the pockets of the clothing that had replaced his glossy black armor and pulled a book out of the leather pack he had brought—which had surprisingly survived the shroud unchanged.

Essentials

If Lindon had had his way he and Dross would have poured over every resource they could have found from this world before he ever stepped foot on its surface. He’d not been given that choice. Sector Control had only allowed him this single book, and only upon his arrival. Lindon expected that one of the other Judges was putting their finger on the scale, hoping for his failure and the end of the Reapers. It was up to him to prove them wrong.

He opened the book, and began to read.

Oh Lindon, I'm sure that you'll be able to master the magic of this world and fight off those pesky threats without issue. No Chaos Fiends here, no sir.

[unknown-is-aaaa]

The 2013 Deadpool game was really ahead of its time

[egophiliac]

I love your take on Crowley!

I know that the early, non-Diasomnia stories aren't really your thing, but are you reading the novels at all?

I have been following some of the fan translations and the second book seems intense! Would love to hear what you think about them.

thank you! 💚💚💚 I'm not really sure why you think I don't like the earlier arcs though, I love pretty much all the characters and their storis! (I think 5 and 1 are my favorite of the past episodes, though 6 infected me with the Shroud brainrot something fierce.) I just...ESPECIALLY love diasomnia. :') but there is room in my heart for all of these dweebs! like, who among us is not just as ride-or-die for Adeuce as they are for us.

that said, I don't really follow the other adaptations like the manga (aside from a dip-in just to see the new Yuus) or the novels, though I keep meaning to check them out! I do like seeing the differences between the different forms of media, and how certain things get adapted one way or another! but alas, time/a lack of accessibility stands in our way more often than not. :( someday...someday I will have time to consume all of the media...

[imprisoned-marrionetta]

What in the toxic yaoi…..

[gracebethartacc]

soooo I had a lore idea earlier that ties into the rewrite really well,,,,,,

Poor unfortunate souls am I right :)

[casually-slips-into-coma]

sorry im still talking about this,, but the armand twist in the finale wouldve packed a waaayyyy bigger punch if it was revealed he orchestrated claudias murder and also louis’ salvation. if he planned to kill claudia out of some fucked up love he had for louis that wouldve been a DEVASTATING plot point. it would have been so delicious to see louis have to come to terms with the fact that armand killed claudia for him. like thats so fucking horrifying but thats also why im watching this show. i want to be horrified

it also is completely in line with what we’ve seen of armand. it wouldve been a fire parallel to what happened in the 70s with daniel, where armand went fucking crazy and possessive and hurt/tortured an innocent because of louis (im not blaming louis for what armand did to daniel u know what i mean by that). his whole thing is that he’s someone so so desperate for love that he’s willing to do anything to keep it for himself including killing the love of his life’s daughter, including torturing a random guy for a week straight, including manipulating memories

the reveal shouldve just been that armand directed the play and he was behind it the whole time and that he was the reason claudia died. can u imagine??? a scene of louis and armand in dubai directly after the twist is revealed to louis????? where armand is trying desperately to explain how he killed louis’ daughter as an act of love for him??????? and that louis just wouldnt understand and thats why hes been lying to him the whole time?? that would’ve been amazing jacob and assad wouldve ate so bad

it just seems like the writers were like armand is the villain👎👎👎 and lestat is the hero👍👍👍 when one of the huge messages of the show is that they are ALL monsters

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Teruko and Yosano should've faced off. I think Yosano should've been posed that question that Atsushi was; that reveal of the "future war" - Teruko went along with Fukuchi out of a mix of indebtedness and being at a loss for what to do. War is all she's known; of course she doesn't know. But Yosano has been to the depths of despair and come back out of it again. She might've faltered at this horrific reminder of her trauma, but when it comes down to it, she saves the lives before her. She fought for a way back to light and life. I just think there could've been a really interesting conflict there. And it would've made Teruko's role much more tragic if she wanted desperately for there to be a third option but just didn't have enough time to sit with it and process what that third option might be before Fyodor made it all go to hell.

Also a fight between them would've been interesting, because Teruko is much physically stronger than Yosano, but Yosano can heal from any physical injury inflicted. However, since we now know Teruko can alter mental age, she could inflict psychological wounds by de-aging her, which would've been a good callback to the horrors of war in her backstory, and also been a nice bit of foreshadowing for Teruko actually being a child.

Teruko eventually allowing Yosano to leave out that door after seeing her resolve would've been a deeply bittersweet and powerful moment, I think, especially in hindsight after her backstory reveal.

[quietwingsinthesky]

the last unicorn post from earlier has me thinking about the master. that yana is still in there, you know? is still someone he was, if even for a brief flash across the life of a time lord. there’s no way to unlive that life. there are ways to twist it later, sure, to make utopia into hell on earth. but the life was lived. in much the same way that the doctor can remember, can feel, the love he held onto as john smith even as that life is ripped out of his hands. the doctor choose denial and then grief and then to shutter it all away. and so john smith died, and so professor yana died, and the doctor and the master live on. the doctor has done this before, and he lives in orbit around humanity, trying to keep the best parts of them and hold them deep enough to take root (which he can pretend he gets to choose, as a time lord. as a human, it all floods in and can’t be dug back out.) but what about the master, right?

to borrow a turn of phrase: i think there are two time lords left in the universe, and they both learned how to regret.

[theheartofthestar]

Prompt 24 - Modern AU

@wolfstarmicrofic - April 24th, 208 words

Unknown: Heyaa

Unknown: 6pm sounds ok?

Unknown: tmr

Unknown: Here

Unknown: Has sent a location

Me: Hi! I think you've got the wrong number

Unknown: ??

Unknown: Prongs sent me ur num

Unknown: Told me to remind youu to bring snacks

Me: Prongs?

Me: I'm not sure I am who you think I am

Unknown: James

Unknown: James is prongs

Me: Nope, not a clue, sorry

Unknown: Awn :(((

Unknown: Are u cute? u sound cute

Unknown: Wanna come by tmr at 6 either way?

Me: Are you inviting a stranger over because you think I might be cute? I might be a murderer

Unknown: Well are you?

Me: A murderer?

Unknown: I meant cute lok

Unknown: Lol*

Unknown: If youre a murderer then too bad

Unknown: You already got my address

Unknown: That might have been a bad call

Unknown: Welppp

Unknown: So yes? We're watching The Godfather

Me: Good soundtrack

Unknown: NO SPOILERS

Me: wym no spoilers ?? It's been out for 50 years???

Unknown: NO SPOILERS

Unknown: IM NOT AFRAID TO BLOCK YOU

Me: you haven't watched the godfather??

Me: Man I love that movie

Unknown: Awn gonna enjoy watching me watch it for the first time then

Me: Is this you flirting?

Unknown: Depends, is it working?

Me: You do know I'm a guy

Unknown: I was counting on it ;P

Unknown: What's your name?

Me: Remus :) you?

Unknown: Sirius

Unknown: So

Unknown: You'll be here tmr, yeah

Unknown: ?

Me: What kind of snacks should I bring then?

[throwawayasoiafaccount]

god tywin lannister deserved worse

just remembering elias death and i wanna puke and the way tywin talks about elia and what happened is so damn gross

but rip tommen and myrcella we all know what’s about to happen in the next book :/

the cycle of violence just keeps spinning and damn you tywin for beginning it

(i got a bit crazy in the tags 💀)