#but also small things like her being a bit of a history nerd and being very idealistic but at the same time shes a bit oblivious and naive

[jessconsumesmedia]

Ghosts 4x10 The Not-So-Silent Partner

I thought that I might put together a well-organized piece of writing for this episode, but who knows how that is actually going to work out. I LOVED this episode and I have so many thoughts (many of which I am thinking about giving their own posts) So buckle in and enjoy my wild ranting about fictional characters.

Freaky Spoilers below the belt (they are so not i promise i just think im funny)

Overall thoughts: This episode was Really strong. I loved both of the main plots as well as the little background moments. The stories this season are building up gorgeously and I can't wait to get more payoffs as the season progresses. Pretty much as always I am just going to break up A and B stories and then add any other random bit at the end! (buckle up or leave this is going to be a long ride)

Issac - The not-so-silent partner

I love Issac and his bitchy little attitude; it brings us back to the fact that almost always his bitchyness* is just who he is. He is at heart a bitchy man who is realllllly trying (at least for him he is really trying) but he is also a deeply scorned man. By love, by society, by Hamilton, and even by his friends. The restaurant is his way of being seen, it is his way of being something in an afterlife where he feels like nothing sometimes. He of course is not going about it the right way but this guy has spent his entire life and afterlife being one upped often by people who don't even care about his existence. His hand in the restaurant is important to him. That being said I believe it was a really good decision to have him give up his partner position. He not only realized that he has stakes with his friends but it also is baseline Jay's restaurant.

Jay deserves to have the creative decisions plus he deserves a billion pats on the back for dealing with their eight idiot children/every other ghost on the property at some point. At the beginning of this episode I figured there might be a lead up to Mark finding out about the ghosts but I was surprised with the way they yes/anded their way out of that situation. But I realized it doesn't make a ton of sense for a network tv show to somewhat reveal two big bits (and subsequently lose a layer of jokes even if there are new joke possibilities) Mark finding out that the ghosts exist and Sam can see them takes away the Mark thinks Sam is a weirdo vibe and that is objectively a very silly dynamic. Also **Sam is a weirdo but mostly because of her small/odd family dynamic and also a little bit because of the ghosts. Poor Mark, bro is so gullible.

**"I think we sometimes forget that Samantha once hit her head really hard." definitely not the reason she is desperate for family but it is a good excuse actually for a lot of the situations she finds herself in. But also I wonder if she does have lasting effects, like I would assume considering she was literally dead for three minutes.

*"Issac complain about monarchy, must be day ending in y" oh Thor you are a comedic genius and you are very correct.

Hopefully I got everything I wanted to put in that lol.

IRISH HETTY

Holy shit. I knew, of course I knew. But having confirmation of something that hits you straight in the face is just really nice. This reveal is perfection. Poor Hetty believing whole heartedly that she is somehow British royalty and then she gets hit with one of the things she hates most in life. Love it. This managed to coincide with my English literature class going over a bit of Irish history so I was having a grand time sticking the two together into one big nerd pb&j. Plus I know generally that I have a good chunk of Irish somewhere in my history lol.

The actual implications of Hetty knowing she is Irish now are insane. Much like her encounter with the washing machine, dalliances with Trevor, and brief run ins with feminism, her finding out about her Irish ancestry is just another wall she is breaking. Almost like a another layer that is keeping her from "the real world." She is so stuck in her very stuffy uptight ways but these giant -for her- moments keep happening. They keep adding cracks and craters to the layers of her being. Much like Issac they don't change her fundamental elements so she is still the sam character/person but she has that growth we long to see. Mostly I love to see her views get challenged and she has to deal with the aftermath of those challenges.

Thor's part in all of this is also really interesting. We know he knows things about probably all of the ghosts but he has managed to keep these secrets for an incredibly long time. Thor is just a big guy who loves and cares about his friends. There is also another layer of Hetty being one of, if not, the only ghost who Grew up at Woodstone. The ghosts before her had an attachment to her because they were there for her whole depressing backstory TM. They know what all she went through (some stuff they probably have never said) But Thor specifically fell into some sort of protective figure for her (even if she didn't consider him as that protector for a long time after her death) Whether Sass and Issac just chose not too be as involved or even if they were Thor was there and chose to be there. He knew being Irish would be a huge crack in her worldview so he kept it to himself all to protect her. And let me tell you that made me cry. The Thor and Hetty relationship is one of my favorites not only because of the comedic aspects but also just the sheer care he has for her. She can't do much besides accept her friend and even affirm that friendship. (HETTY LOVE GORDON) Like guys she doesn't even say his pelts are gross and nasty it is such a huge moment for the both of them. They have to feel real life feelings which is a problem for them both, and as they tap into those feeling they are able to settle each other.

Trevor's part in this is smaller but it is still Very much there. He is quick to affirm that he loves St. Patrick's day. Quick to let her believe that her ***"Flaming red hair and alabaster skin" aren't particularly Irish traits. He stays by her side nearly all episode. Yet he was delighted to find out that she was in fact Irish, but he didn't make fun of her? Their whole relationship is based off of their conflict wouldn't he as the little shit that he is want to crowd her with snide witticisms? No he wouldn't. Their relationship genuinely makes me feel insane sometimes because we are clearly moving towards some sort of impasse. Whether its that we find out they have been getting closer but are just friends still or if they have been secretly hooking up off camera or any number of possibilities. There are choices being made that bring them together. Trevor likes Hetty's qualities simply put and Hetty apparently Loves Colin Ferrell who in many ways favors the pantless crusader. (He also uses that tone of voice that it seems like he literally saves for Hetty) I just cant wait to see more of their "complicated and diabolical" relationship.

***Now Trevor explain why you said that with a sarcastic air but at the same time plausible enough that Hetty would probably take it at face value. Plus why was he so poetic in his descriptions???

I believe that I have written what I can about Hetty but also I probably could think of other things lol.

Miscellaneous

Pete is such a good teacher. I love that he shows Hetty a bunch of Irish things.

"This man has plans for someone and I for one respect it" How even would he execute that plan lol?

If they wanted to take Issacs money I really think all they'd have to do is ask Trevor. He wants to be Mom and Dad's favorite.

Doctor Hoo

"No, baby, that was the scam."

Kelsey is so real for the gift card and seven dollars lol. (She is hilarious and a really good person to bring back)

Gaslight that poor man

Also Hetty looking too Trevor to calm her fears like she could have asked anyone in that room and she chose him.

Rebecca Wisocky the woman that you are. The line read on that bit about Whiskey is Hilarious.

I love Pete and his love of the craft. The improv your way out really worked I am curious if it could come up again somehow with Mahesh and Mark.

I love Jay that is the tweet hit send

"Except for Danes who brains are rumored to be mostly cabbage" He just can't get past his own prejudices.

That is the end of my very long rant sesh! Thanks for sticking around

He is down bad

I just like how for most of the scene she can’t look him in the eyes :((((

-Jess🫡

[eatingsomegreeneggos]

Looking at Sunny Starscout screenshots on Pinterest and crying because she's literally so perfect 🥺💗 The cutest little horse to have ever horsed, one might even call her a little pony... (altough you'll find she's actually of average height). But yeah Sunny is like actually my favorite pony period. I will stand by this I love G4 as much as the next guy but Sunny is so precious to me! I wish they'd use her character more like come on I want to see her more in mym 😭 (I love her quite a lot in tyt though) But yeah she's so great she's really interesting to me and cute and funny and I would love to be friends with her 💕💕💕

[marzghost]

MK1 Headcannons I have in no particular order

Bi-han was a mama's boy.

Bi-han loves his brothers but has a hard time expressing his love since his father trained him way harder as he was the oldest and the one that would become grandmaster when he died

Bi-han's betrayal was his own way of showing his love for his brothers because in his mind if he could get the lin kuei stronger and get them more say in things then just being body guards then that in turn means his brothers ,who were also lin kuei at the time, would be protected and could also help change earthrealm for the better

Bi-han and Kuai Liang have a hispanic mother

Bi-han is better at speaking spanish than Kuai Liang as he spent most of his time with her when their father was off training Kuai and Tomas

Their mother is actually the reason Bi-han let their father die, she wanted more for her son's then just being another set of soldiers sent out to their possible death so she told Bi-han that if there ever comes a time to let the old man die

Bi-han hates mirrors because he looks almost exactly like his dad

Kuai Liang takes after their mother in looks but isn't an exact copy like Bi-han is

Bi-han hates Tomas because he had it easy compared to Kuai and himself and because Tomas was almost like a replacement for the sister who never got to live as she died at birth along with their mother due to birth complications

Tomas wasn't trained as hard as the other two but he still went out of his way to prove himself worthy of being a lin kuei and had always looked up to Bi-han ever since he was a young boy

Bi-han's betrayal hit Tomas harder than he let on but he refused to show it believing that he had no right to feel as bad as he did since Bi-han was Kuai Liang's blood brother and he wasn't lin kuei

Tomas is really good at hand shadows

Bi-han hasn't cried since the death of his mother and hasn't been the same since

Kuai Liang is naturally really good at dancing and didn't need to learn like Bi-han did

Tomas is not at all a dancer but he sure as hell can sing

Bi-han actually really respects Johnny Cage as he not only beat him in combat but also his brother

Johnny Cage is a pansexual

Johnny has never cheated on a partner despite his flirting ways

Johnny goes all out for Halloween and used to make his mansion into a haunted house before he had to sell it in order to pay for the divorce settlement

Johnny is a huge history nerd and enjoys reading up on the history of the realms in his free time when he isn't working on his MKCU or helping Kenshi with his whole thing

Johnny is a huge supporter of the arts and buys most of his stuff from small time artists and businesses

Johnny learned braille so Kenshi didn't have to do it alone

Kenshi was really good at art before he was blinded and hates that he can no longer paint like he used to. He still paints in his free time to release stress but he wishes he could see what he's doing since sento only gives him sight when in danger

Johnny has kept every piece of art Kenshi has given him and even puts some of them as Easter eggs in his films

Kenshi hates his tattoos but would never get rid of them since they serve as a way to remind him of where he came from

Kenshi is surprisingly a lightweight and a happy drunk so he tends to stay away from alcohol at all costs

Johnny on the other hand isn't a lightweight but when it finally does hit he's known to become reckless and maybe a bit self destructive

Kenshi is bi-curious

[dpr-stay]

Mandated Reporter Pt.1 | Y.T

All Might | Yagi Toshinori X Reader

Heyyy, guys remember me...? It's not like I haven't posted a fic since *checks history* January or anythign haha lol right? Anyways this was kinda a distraction from my magnum opus but it started getting too long to publish as a one-shot in good faith. So parts LOL. already on ao3, so yeh. sorry if you followed me for F1

WC: ~2700

Warnings: Swears probs, just fluff, soulmate au hehehheheh, idiots in love *sighs dreamily*

Charles Darwin, way back in the year 1859, published his book On the Origin of Species. He was laughed and jeered at when he presented his book, as the theory he had written on the pages differed significantly from the common ideas at the time. No one really wanted to look at the apes that they kept in zoos and find themselves reflected in their eyes. 

He presented many ideas in his writing, natural selection being one you may have heard. However, one you may not be so familiar with if you didn’t take biology in highschool would be the idea of variation (or speciation for you nerds) when faced with an extinction event. 

The two main types of variation that occurred in human beings as we know them in the modern day are the development of quirks and the recognition of soulmates. The extinction events that preceded these variations are still not known, perhaps Mr Darwin was wrong in these specific cases, but the reaches of these variations stretched across the world and revamped the meaning of normal.

In modern Japan, soulmates were almost a taboo topic. Not only did some people not have soulmate’s but the way that people found their soulmates varied, from timers to marks, or even visions. Asking a person how they would meet their soulmate, soon came to be seen as a flirting tactic instead of just genuine curiosity. Because asking if someone has a destined partner can easily be interpreted as wishing that the partner was yourself.

You, personally, had never asked anyone how they were going to meet their soulmate. You found no need to. You would 100% know who they were when you would meet your soulmate. You didn’t mean to sound egotistical or presumptuous, but you would definitely know.Your soulmate ‘marker’ came in the form of words inscribed upon your wrist, written out in mildly scratchy handwriting which was thankfully legible. 

And if you see this criminal or know anything about him, call 1800-XXX-XXX-XXX to give information into the anonymous tipline!

At first, when you read it, you were a bit confused. You knew to some degree it was your soulmate marking, but you didn’t know how it applied to a real life situation. Was it the first thing they heard on the radio? Would it be in the background the first time you’d meet?

Your parents were also confused. They first tried the number, but it hadn’t been registered to any tipline at the time they tried. So they took little 5-year-old you to a so-called ‘Soulmate Specialist.’

At first you had thought it would be like a stereotypical curtained tent, with a lady perched over a crystal ball. But when you arrived, it just looked like a normal hospital clinic. Your mother held your hand as you trailed behind her. 

In a small room down a hallway, you sat on a cushioned bench as a nice-looking lady walked in, exchanged a few words with your mother, and then touched your knee. You watched as she leaned back, her facial expression only able to be described as puzzled, before saying,

“First Words.” You had immediately looked at your wrist. You had read the words again and a slight feeling of disappointment panged in your heart. 

Later, sitting at a table in a small ice-cream store, licking lemon sorbet till you got a brain freeze, your parents tried to come up with scenarios where you would meet your soulmate. Your dad suggested you would meet him during a town meeting (which caused both you and your mum to look at him funny, because who went to town meetings?), whilst your mum suggested that maybe he would be a police officer on the street chasing down a baddie and yelling it out as he went (You giggled at that).

As you grew up, everyone else who you showed it to grew confused as well. It wasn’t exactly something that you’d expect to be the thing bonding two soulmates together. It wasn’t romantic, it didn’t imply any sort of attraction, and you began to get disheartened as you saw the ways your friends met their soulmates.

It seemed each time your friend group got together, another friend would bring in their soulmate, talking about shared marks, oh so lovingly placing the marks against each other right in your eye-line, or finally seeing colour, saying while staring directly at their pair. It started to get at you, the instant connection the pairs would feel, while you were left with a phone number, which only started to work when you turned 18.

(When you first rang the number and it went through, elation took over your body. You stood up and did a little dance as you immediately started speaking into the phone, hoping to find anybody that could help you in your search for your soulmate. You only stopped talking, and dancing, when you noticed that the call was automatic and that you were talking to a robot. The call ended when you realised that they had also recorded it.)

Whenever you felt yourself feeling particularly down, you’d look back to your arm, and see the words engraved. At least you did have a soulmate, you consoled yourself, and at least the words seemed neutral instead of belligerent.

One thing, though, your friends all seemed to agree on was that your mum was right: your soulmate was a police officer. Why else would the number send you to a police tip-line, and why else would he be promoting a tip-line. It made the most sense to you as well. When this solidified properly in your mind, you decided to do everything you possibly could to meet your soulmate. 

It seemed as though they were speaking out as a plea, perhaps outside a police station or on the news to spread awareness of whatever crime this criminal had perpetrated. And so, you began to become a news fanatic.

You’d always tune into the six o’clock news, holding out hope that maybe some sort of crime had been committed that warranted some sort of appeal to the public. It wasn’t that you wanted someone to suffer, you had to reason with yourself, it was just that you wanted to know who your pair was. 

Whenever a crime was committed, you always kept your eyes peeled to the news report, hoping for some sort of plea to the public. Alas, the words were always similar but never quite right. News anchors and police officers always recited from a consistent script about each different offender, never varying no matter how much you wanted to.

Soon, whenever you had a free day, sometimes you’d head to police press conferences. You had a nice camera, that your mum had given you under the pretense of photography and wanting you to expand on hobbies, that you used to justify being a member of the press in order to sneak into the conferences. You’d occasionally take photos while waiting for the police to discuss the details of whatever case they were dealing with, and you always looked right at the speaker whenever they’d come close to saying the lines, before leaving disappointed.

After asserting that your soulmate was most likely a police officer, you also took to walking past the station on your way back home from work every night. Not only was it safer, but it also gave you a chance to listen to the officers standing outside of the station, chatting amongst themselves. You’d often overhear some of their discussions about criminals, but there was never anyone out the front advocating for people to ring their tipline.

Tonight was almost the same as every other night. You’d gotten off work particularly late, rushing from the elevator of your office to the entrance. You pushed through the glass doors, turning to wave to the receptionist. The night air was chilly, but the streets were alive with office workers such as yourself. 

You eyed the takoyaki stall across the street, and reasoned that you were already late to go home, but you then saw the line of half-dead employees stretching from the stall down the corner of the block and quickly shrugged the notion off. You still wanted to try and catch the 9 o’clock news after all.

You weren’t allowed to check any sort of non-work related device or website during the day, so you had no way to see if any criminals were being searched for or if any press conferences were being held. As such you always tried to catch some iteration of the news on the TV at home, if only to remain informed. 

As soon as you turned, you started speed walking home. Living only a couple minutes from your job sometimes had its advantages, as it meant you didn’t have to walk a long way in the dark, only like a kilometer. If you kept up with your fast pace, you’d pass the police station in two minutes and reach your home in five.

You reached the station and slowed down a little, trying to peak inside. The place seemed relatively dead when you glanced at it, only seeing the glowing reflections of the lights within. Only a couple officers were in and you breathed in sympathy as you saw the stacks of paperwork they had before turning and continuing on.

In five minutes (you were right), you arrived at your apartment building. You quickly scampered up the stairs, taking almost three at a time, before jetting to your door and unlocking it. You had the TV on in twenty seconds, just in time for the evening reporter to begin rambling on about the events of the day.

As she spoke, you began to unwind. You changed into pyjamas from your business attire as she told a story about a bank robbery, you were cooking instant ramen as she recounted an announcement the governmental opposition made, and you had just sat down on the couch as she began a report about the newest criminal who was taken down by a team of pro-heros and All Might.

You slurped your noodles as you watched intently. Despite being quirkless yourself, you were not immune to the charms and draws of the luxurious pro-hero life. You weren’t stupid, you knew it wasn’t all glitz and glam, you’d seen plenty of videos surrounding the harsh conditions that heroes had to go through and the mental tax that it took on them. Even now, watching All Might beat the shit out of a guy while yelling “SMASH” and random US state names, you cringed whenever the other guy got a punch in. But still, the galas and large amounts of money coming in sure sweetened the deal a fair lot.

You looked around your meager apartment and snorted. If only you had a quirk as flashy as All Might’s, that way you might’ve been able to live a life that wasn’t just above the Japanese poverty line.

The TV flashed pictures of the guy the heroes had fought and you whistled under your breath. He looked tough, almost like a shark with the way his teeth were pointed but scarier with the way his hands were literal chainsaws. As you listened more, you realised that they hadn’t actually ‘taken him down’, they’d just secured the people he was holding hostage and All Might had beaten him so badly he wasn’t able to walk (yeesh). But apparently they’d put the cuffs on him but then he just faded away, which definitely didn’t seem like something a guy with chainsaws for hands could have attributed to his own quirk.

That was definitely something you’d be thinking about tomorrow as you walked home from work, the fact that chainsaw hands could pop out and saw any of your limbs off and then be teleported away before you could even see him. You shuddered at the thought.

The TV quickly changed to show a live news conference and you perked up in your seat, leaning forward to see who was in the line-up of speakers and see if you could identify any of them. The news channel had joined in towards the end of the conference, one police officer speaking about the dangers of the man and the crimes he had committed. 

He went on for a while, so you sort of zoned out, but your attention was quickly caught again when All Might stepped up to the podium to speak into the microphone, which was strange as you’d never seen him stick around for a conference.

In your attempts to be up-to-date and to make sure that you’d never miss a call-to-action anywhere, you’d encountered plenty of news stories about All Might. He was the symbol of peace, so it was only normal that he often was the one to round up the villains that the numerous press conferences were about.

You’d always admired him, it was hard not to, but you never really thought all too much about him. I mean yeah, he was always there to save the day, but you’d never been in a spot where you’d needed him. You knew he was exceptionally popular amongst, well, everyone, but honestly he was kind of just another hero to you. 

One thing that did make him stand out, and justified to you the cult-following he had, was his attitude. He took the symbol of peace schtick seriously, and was always smiling and ready to help people no matter the personal sacrifice he endured. He earned your respect through that. 

He was also kind of hot. He was definitely conventionally attractive, but you’d always kind of thought he was hot in the way that he was always someone to rely on. You don’t know, you’d always kind of liked the scrawny boys better, blame it on your issues.

When All Might finally spoke into the microphone, he essentially repeated what the police officer before him had. You sort of rolled your eyes in a ‘get on with it’ way. You could tell the news was about to cut back to their broadcasting from the live conference so you waited for him to finish his statement while mentally scrolling through your shopping list.

Leaning back into your sofa, you watched as he paused for a second before shooting his eyes up to the camera and lifting one commanding finger to point at the lens before speaking.

“And if you see this criminal or know anything about him, call 1800-XXX-XXX-XXX to give information into the anonymous tipline!”

You blinked. Then you promptly spilled your boiling ramen over your lap as you dropped the bowl. Pain immediately shot through your senses, causing you to curse and look down to your lap.

All Might released some sort of pained noise, causing you to look up and see him grab his wrist on the TV. Your jaw dropped. A female anchor’s face appeared on the screen and you cursed again, quickly looking back to the inflamed skin on your lap. You rushed to the shower, turning the tap onto cold water and sitting down as it rained onto your pyjama bottoms.

You titled your head back before it banged against the glass of your shower door. Had you just hallucinated that? No fucking way right? There was no literal way your soulmate was All Might? Like the actual All Might. Like always smiling, strong as fuck, number one hero All Might.

What the fuck. You had to have been wrong.

You looked down to your wrist, raising your sleeve up to read the words again. Something had changed. Instead of the words being outlined in a sort of dark purple that complimented your skin tone, they had changed to a light lilac. Your jaw dropped again.

What the hell? One of your fingers traced the writing as you groaned. There was no literal way your soulmate was All Might. It was impossible.

You opened your eyes to look up at the shower head, watching as the water poured down.

There was no literal way that he could be your soulmate because All Might, even since the early days of his career before he was known for being the number one hero, had been known to be one of the few public figures who was incredibly vocal about being soulmate-less. 

so how'd we feel? I do like a bit of crack, if you hadn't picked it up yet.

also she's unedited, but it's me, so it's no surprise.

[let-us-cultivate-our-garden]

Assorted Musings: A Jumbled Collection of Owl House Rewrites

So, I've been thinking of ways to improve The Owl House and the short answer is: make it actually stick to its premise. Show how the Boiling Isles is under the thumb of an oppressive dictator, make Luz an actual outsider in her home world, better explain how Belos came to power, etc.

The following is just a loose assortment of basic premises without rhyme or reason:

On Hexside and Amity-

Hexside and all schools (all buildings really) have a portrait of the Emperor that they say a vow to commit themselves to eradicating wild magic and upholding the Titan's laws. Luz is creeped out to the max by this as it reminds her of North Korea and other dictatorships (in addition to loving Azura, she's also a massive history nerd, to the point of correcting her teachers back home. She doesn't have many friends because she's rather intense about her hyper fixations and can be rather judgy). Hexside is also an exclusive school where a lot of students end up getting into the EC or in the upper echelons of the coven system. They have portraits of all the Hexside alumni who served as coven heads.

Amity is the top student of the school and a firm believer in the Emperor, since her mother is the ceo of Blight Industries and works closely with the Emperor himself. It is guaranteed she will be in the Emperor's Coven. She doesn't actively bully Willow, but does shun her and because of her influence, other kids avoid "half-witch" Willow as well.

On Luz in the Boiling Isles-

Eda is lazy and only took Luz in to help her in her illegal trade and sends her to Hexside so she will at least be out of her hair. She disguises Luz as a witch with undetectable magic (it can only be used in small amounts and only for minor spells). The detention kids don't multi-track as such an idea is sacrilege and it takes Luz to introduce the idea to them. Even then, they're nervous as hell about it. But Luz being Luz, she convinces them that it's not "wild magic" it's just trying out different methods to see if this is the right track. You don't want to upset the Titan by choosing the wrong magic, right?

While she is disguised as a witch in Hexside, she obviously can't use magic, which everyone makes fun of (like Akko in Little Witch Academia). She excells in Potions and Tarot Card Reading, basically anything that doesn't require a bile sac. Everyone calls her a half-witch (a term for a witch with weak or no magical abilities--sometimes witches are born with a malfunctioning bile sac). She makes friends with Willow and Gus, who is still a nerd for all things human related but keeps that secret because human trash is quickly picked up by the coven scouts. Luz steals some of Eda's human junk and explains what they are to Willow and Gus. He's thrilled but also terrified because his new friend is showing him contraband. Willow is suspicious and questions how Luz knows so much. Luz hems and haws for a bit before changing the subject. Hooty is pretty much the same. 10/10 character. King is not a child in this rewrite. His egg was in stasis for a long time and when he hatched he's functionally an adolescent but being in the egg for so long stunted his growth. He's very immature and still thinks he's the King of Demons. He pretends to hate Azura but rereads Luz's book when she's at school. Then Luz stumbles upon his fan fiction. Eda figured out right away that Luz stole her stuff ("but I gave it back, Eda!" "yeah, and I was going to sell it this afternoon but then it mysteriously wasn't in my inventory. You lost me a customer, Luz.") Eda then teaches Luz how to be a better thief and find more human stuff before the EC does.

On Belos-

Under Belos' reign, witches are judged by their strength and power; certain covens have more prestige than others: Abomination and Plant are near the top. Construction and Healing are more in the middle. Bard is at the bottom. Back in the days of the Titan, magic was communal and while, you could specialize in a specific type of magic, it was not regimented and more seen as a preference. All of it came from the Titan and all witches shared their knowledge and gifts equally.

In the days of the Titan, the Titan could speak to people but only through mediums. Although, there were some who argued that the Titan could commune with anyone if you listened and kept yourself spiritually open. Even then, some doubted how the Titan could talk at all if it was dead and perhaps the mediums were just powerful oracle/illusion witches. This led to some factions and divisions over what magic really is in the isles and how it is best used. Over time, fewer witches shared their gifts equally and petty squabbles warped into tribal conflicts. Belos manipulated these tensions by claiming the "elite" mediums spread lies about the Titan's wishes. He claimed that there used to be peace because there was one system and one way of doing things instead of all of this confusion and division. He passed himself off as a humble witch who received a vision from the Titan saying that magic should be unified. But this vision was so powerful that it left his face scarred, hence the mask (although he will show the doubting crowd his face). That only the wisest and most experienced witches could realistically practice all forms of magic while the rest would do the Titan's work in their chosen field. That way, the gifts of the Titan is still being shared among the populace but now with proper guidance. And thus the coven system was born.

Belos uses his curse as proof of being the Prophet of the Titan; when he regenerates an injury without healing magic, everyone is shocked but most importantly, they believe him. He spends his time proselytizing from town to town amassing a following. He calls them his "little birds" and they all wear bird masks as a precursor to the coven scout uniform. When they (rarely) experience violence, Belos whips them up into a frenzy as proof that the "wild witches" are against them. In one incident, Belos and his followers are prevented from preaching in a town. A fight breaks out and one of his followers is killed. Belos declares them a martyr and asks if his followers will sit by and not defend themselves? The crowd--already upset of course--then burns the town to the ground. As the years go by, people notice that Belos doesn't age and doesn't eat or drink, leading more people to believe in his divine message and join him.

[nimuetheseawitch]

director’s commentary: experts in a dying field

Alright, time to dig in. I saw this ask and set the scene for myself by brewing a cup of (decaf) English breakfast, pulling up my laptop, and putting on Glenn Gould's recording of Bach's Well-Tempered Clavier, Books I & II. To add to the academic vibes, there's even a fireplace and ivy in this room.

I'm going to start with my notes doc and then reread the fic and write anything that comes to mind, so it's probably gonna be long, and I'm putting it all under a cut.

I just opened my notes doc for this fic/series, and of course, the first thing I see is copy-pasted notes from conversations with you. This is how it all began:

nimuetheseawitch: I want a Jake as a math professor AU  A little OOC, but I want him to not be aware of how attractive he is  He wanted to be a naval aviator, but something uncontrollable stopped him (like him being colorblind or something), and he was a scrawny kid in high school, then a math major, and he never got over thinking of himself as a nerd  hero-in-waiting: Ooooo. Maybe he had some bad teenage years and went into math and never really realized he grew up well.  nimuetheseawitch: He is cocky about his math though  Very Jeff Goldblum in Jurassic Park and Independence Day kind of cocky  

I managed to hash out all the broad strokes in that conversation. My favorite thing that didn't make it into the fic was your suggestion that Bradley does a spot on NPR. It is my headcanon for the fic, but it never made sense to mention.

Alright, reread time!

First thing I want to talk about is imagining Jake with glasses. Vests, rolled up shirt sleeves, occasional sweaters, glasses! Indiana Jones when he's teaching style. He does not realize how many of his students are hopelessly in love with him. I imagine half of why his whole thing with Bradley stirs up the rumor mill is that students are desperate to know more about both of them.

I just love them as ex-husbands.

I had planned on saying something about Wells being eccentric to explain why he used "Merlin," but I never did.

I definitely tried to set up Jake as ridiculously competitive and a little bit petty where Bradley is concerned because neither of them is really handling the whole being at the same university thing in the most mature manner. And also because I love for them to be asshole4asshole.

Amelia! I'm so glad I aged her up and threw her into the middle of this. I didn't want to make any of the Daggers Jake's TA, and I wanted someone to bridge between the college rumor mill and Jake's relative isolation in his department, and I think I fit her quite well into the small amount of space available in Jake and Javy's codependent friendship. Also, I always need Javy to have someone to commiserate with.

Man, so much of this story is pulling from my own academic experiences. I don't know if it resonates with anyone else, but the pub scene takes me back every time I read it. Cheese curds, beer, and the faint smell of wet wool from the snow melting on everyone's discarded outerwear.

I love the conspiracy board.

I also love Amelia roasting Jake. He needs it.

This is possibly my favorite line I have ever written (even though I love the 'stache): “All he would tell me is that you have a quote ‘mysterious and tragic history’ with him. When I asked him to elaborate, he followed up with ‘have you seen Bradshaw’s mustache? The mystery is why anyone would allow that kind of tragedy within 10 feet of them.’ He was absolutely no help.”

I didn't get into it too much, but Jake really tries to avoid thinking about how much he misses being married to Bradley. Because when it was good, it was really good. Even though it's been about 2 years, he still feels the ghost of his wedding band on his ring finger. He learned how to be Bradley's husband, and it's hard to unlearn that.

I would love to explore Bob more. Bob POV on wtf is going on between Bradshaw and Seresin. Bob, who has a background in cryptography and knows all the gossip, and who Jake is definitely actually going to become friends with once he stops spending all his energy on avoiding Bradley and proving himself (so, basically after he gets approved for tenure).

Amelia should, in every universe, think Bradley's flirting is dumb.

Jake is all thrown off by Bradley and tries to set boundaries (calling him Dr. Bradshaw, communicating via official email and office phone) and then goes and recommends a restaurant he knows Bradley will like. He just isn't capable of forgetting how well he knows Bradley. And Bradley is over here desperately grasping at any possible opening while also pretending he's Totally Normal about Ice visiting. Pierogi are a step too far.

Chana masala is always good.

Bradley and Jake are really, really bad at keeping the personal and the professional separate. Absolutely hopeless.

I have such a soft spot for both Jewish!Jake and Jewish!Ice. And I'm so soft for Bradley connecting with Jake about something that reminds him so much of the familly he's pushed away.

I feel like Javy coming over to take care of Jake is part of a pattern that defines their friendship - they each will drop everything to be there for each other.

Bradley may not have his shit together, but Jake, hon, your shit is also not together. I would love to write a follow-up where Jake figures his shit out and makes things work with Bradley.

Also, part of Bradley getting his shit together is also backing off a little on trying to get back together with Jake. The hot and cold thing really wan't working for either of them.

To finish things off, here are some of the random bits I have floating around in my notes doc that may, someday, become something more:

Early relationship: Bradley whispering into the dark, "I feel like I can tell you anything."  Falling apart: Jake breaking down a bit and saying "I feel like you never tell me anything."  

I really like this line, and I have nowhere to put it yet:

But you were so stuck in the past that you never let us have a future. 

Possible follow up fic ideas:

5 times they kissed goodbye and the time they didn't - prequel that explores how their relationship changed from dating to marriage to long distance to divorce

5 times Jake started things all wrong and the time he got it right - getting back together (Bradley won't settle for just a hookup) 

Thanks for the ask - it was a lovely way to spend my evening. I wrote way, way more than I expected to. This AU makes me really happy.

[bonecaffeine]

hullo! I hope you're doing good <3 i've never usually cared much for matchups but i've fallen in love with the Touchstarved characters. i think the wait is far too long and so i decided to indulge myself heh my description: Pronouns: she/her Name: Lillian (Nickname: Lily) Romantic matchup Physical features: shoulder-length wavy, dark hair that always looks like a mess and deep brown eyes, tan skin, 5'2 (unfortunately) Hobbies: reading, writing, art, video games, working out, cooking, building stuff, collecting random things, Likes: animals, music, films, photography, travelling, architecture, martial arts, sports (mainly football), spicy foods, sweets!! (its an obsession), anything horror and sci-fi, playing in the rain/snow, playfighting, nature, the beach, tattoos, piercings, jackets. i'm a HUGE science nerd, esp when it comes to physics and bio. i love math and history too. also i've had this obsession with the colour blue since i could remember. Dislikes: insects, country music, silence, hot weather, bad listeners, constant lying, geography Random facts: My top love languages are definitely physical affection, quality time and acts of service. I've always been a stubborn picky eater despite my family trying to kill that habit. My music preferences are a mix of metal, rock, indie and pop. it really varies based on my mood. i love listening to classical music as well. I can be quite clumsy most of the time but it helped me develop quick reflexes, i don't actually end up causing a mess often (thank god or i'd be dead). i do get a ton of small injuries though. My recklessness is usually calculated, so don't be worried if i jump off the roof :) (i'm an adrenaline junkie, i can't help it) I do a bit of calisthenics because i'm trying to improve on my core strength and parkour skills. I can be really directionless most of the time because my memory is frankly embarrassingly poor, which means i get lost easily. I'm an ambivert who fluctuates between loving people with my bleeding heart and hating (almost) everyone. i tend to yap a lot. i love intense discussions about anything and everything. it's fun to bicker and tease. I'm overly dramatic and sassy. I like being in charge but wouldn't mind someone else having the reigns for a change. I'm really protective and loyal once i become fond of someone. I'm used to being the one to take care of others, i like to spoil my people. I have this habit of giving a personalized nickname to anyone i'm close to. Once i get attached, i'm real clingy. I try to help out whenever i can, even at my own expense, but i'm working on it. It's really hard for me to open up about my issues and talk about my feelings; i prefer cracking jokes or distractions. I tend to feel cold often, esp my hands and feet. Most of the time my muscles are usually sore. I struggle with sleep and my appetite is kind of inconsistent. I don't get unnerved easily by blood, gore, etc and can watch literally anything with a straight face. My top aesthetic is grunge or dark academia probably.

Thank you for reading all of this lmao <3 I'm so excited to see what you come up with!

Hii, I'm doing well, thanks!^^ here's your matchup!

☆ romantic matchup

☆ tw - none!

...

*Drum roll please* I match you with Ais!

The similiarities between your life styles are so so apparent! Just like you, Ais also lives for a fun challenge and for the feeling of an adrenaline rush. It's fairly obvious by Ais's body type that he's athletic, so he would have no trouble keeping up with your need for adventure, whether that be via sports or doing something daring. I see Ais enjoying martial arts and calisthenics too, and he'd be absolutely down to learn those skills with you!

Additionally, I think that Ais has a high tolerance for spicy food so he'll challenge you to eat a bunch of very spicy food with him as a fun game.

You two also share a liking for animals! He'll be so happy if you share the same interest in keeping soulless as pets, and he'll gladly let you petsit his own soulless when he is busy.

While Ais is an avid yapper himself, sometimes it feels nice to sit back and listen to someone else talk instead. He'll listen to you as intently as he can and if that turns into a fiery debate, then so be it! As stated earlier, Ais loves a good challenge, and he'll try using his wit to win the upperhand in a discussion like the smartass he is. Ais does it because he just loves watching your dramatic reactions! This type of playful teasing appears very often in your relationship.

If you ask about his tattoo, he'll gladly tell you the meaning or the reason he got it. He'll even encourage you to touch it and will use his tattooed arm as an excuse to get closer to you, if only that's what you're comfortable with, of course!

Speaking about physical touch, it's definetly one of his top love languages! He's just not too big on PDA though, but he'll put an arm over your shoulders when you're sitting/walking somewhere. Other than that, he likes cuddling with you in private! He's definetly a big spoon and a comfortable one at that since he has quite a bit of mass.

I think that Ais has acts of service as his love language too, though it's a type of love language reserved for people closest to him, like you. He'll always have a favorite snack of yours somewhere in his pocket, will actively plan dates for you two to go on and will sometimes pick up peculiar trinkets for you to add to your random stuff collection.

Ais doesn't mind that you're a picky eater and won't try to get you to eat things that you really don't want. But if you want to try to eat something new, he'll try it with you!

When you joke about your own struggles and trauma Ais will humor you, but will also briefly remind you that you can talk to him about anything. Ais may not be a very serious guy, but he'll get serious when life calls for it!

...

I hope you enjoy it, Lily!! It may be a bit ooc, so I'm sorry about that!!

[tideswept]

15 questions for 15 friends

I was tagged by a few people, so~here we go!

1. Are you named after anyone?

Kinda! I was supposed to be born a boy, and absolutely nothing was prepared for me when I turned out to be female. And mom went "I like my sister's name" and named me that. (This caused a lot of drama.) So I wasn't named after her per se but....

I ... I was almost a Peter.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Few weeks ago.

3. Do you have kids?

4. What sports do you play/ have you played?

None tbh other than what I was forced to in school. Oh. OH WAIT SWIMMING IS A SPORT. Okay. Yeah. I did a lot of that. I just, uh, never view it that way?

5. Do you use sarcasm?

... having a small crisis upon the realization that I rarely do these days. god what happened to me I was such a sarcastic little demon I'm all EARNEST now

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Hair. Weird thing, right? Mostly because I'm always impressed by how people can keep their hair tamed. (me, with curly hair: [despair]) Followed quickly by body language.

7. What's your eye colour?

Brown! I'm told it looks green up close but ehhhh. (doubt)

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Scary movies! Or, you know, scary movies with (relative) happy endings are also good!

9. Any talents?

I have a knack for detecting accents/identifying languages and having a general, if not specific, idea of where people are from. I also have a scarily good aim. (though my form is atrocious and under no circumstances should ever be mimicked)

I'm also a pretty decent cook! Bit hit or miss as a baker, though.

10. Where were you born?

Venezuela!

11. What are your hobbies?

Writing, gaming, reading, cooking, being a lil' nerdy about Disney comics and Disney history overall. Obsessively analyzing data.

12. Do you have any pets?

I point you upwards! Big one is Jupiter (ASH) and the small one is Saturn (Russian Blue). Both of them are about 13 years old.

13. How tall are you?

5'2... and a half. (It counts!) [158cm]

14. Favourite subject in school?

English, since it gave me an excuse to read and tune out everything else lmao. (I was often bullied, or, I guess, attempted, once I got into a book you could scream in my ear and I was full Helen Keller. Who? What? Don't care.) ♥ Depending on the teacher, I also really liked history and science! Basically, as long as I don't have to do math and the teacher wasn't a bitter monster, I enjoyed the subject.

15. Dream job?

Ethnologist! Oh my god, I'd be so delighted to get to nerd out like that! ♥ With the rise of various internet cultures I think, more than ever, we could really use more of them around. It's such an interesting thing to do to be able to delve in order to contrast and compare, to find links and reasons for variances, commonalities, schisms--all of them. There's so much data available online, and it paints such a colorful, and sometimes tragic, implications that extend far into our burgeoning global identity and--

I'll shush. 👀

Tagging: @scatteredheroes @irrationalsense @dark--whisperings @aigoos @gretchenzellerbarnes @qed23 @mollysunder @mari-lwyd-fannibal-blog @skyerie @minimal23 @ellelans @mutteringretreats1 and anyone who hasn't yet gotten tagged/wants to do it!

[presidenthades]

Where do you get such ideas?

Awesome update on Lavender's blue altough it made me a bit sad reading that Rhaenyra longs for Daemon and Alicent longs for Rhaenyra - Viserys really knows how to screw things up. Also I love Jace's POV but I find Aegons much more interesting and the whole thing with the tea for a moment I thought it was Larys doing but no he is not that sloppy this was pretty stupid and I really dont think that Mysaria or Daemon would do something like this Daemon would have drowned Alicent's kids with moontea if that was his intention I believe that even if they are not together he would still not do anything to harm Rhaenyra.

This smells like something a jilted lover would have done, a pretty stupid one at that.

Also Jace's educational methods I will never forget about it and Aegon was like where have you been my entire life I need you.

I kinda see the kids being part of Aegon's future Small Council Aemond the history nerd maybe as Master of Laws, Luce as Master of Coin Joff perhaps as Master of Whispers Daeron I still need to think about that but marybe some sort of diplomat and Jace well she is not a pretty consort she is the brains of the marriage she will be the Hand or maybe Aegon will say she is my equal she is the one wearing the pants here

Honestly, sometimes I read Asks and Comments that get my brain going, and suddenly I get an idea that I might never have thought of without a reader planting that seed in my head!

Rhaenyra definitely lost a lot in this AU. She still has a nice life on Driftmark, but she’s never gotten over how everyone she cares about has seemingly rejected her. 😞 She really only has her kids in this universe.

No comment on the moon tea, only vague emojis ☕️ 👀 🤐

I mostly read on AO3 not Tumblr, so I may have missed some fics, but I’m honestly kind of surprised that I have yet to read another story about someone using sex/striptease to motivate Aegon 😂. It’s the ultimate incentive for him lol.

Aegon is almost definitely going to clean house one day when he’s king.

[chellyore]

Wolf pack. Arthur, Rosalyn, Mylah, and Liam. Just a small drawing. I felt like drawing fluff. Also, I have no idea how wolf legs work still. Enjoy, I'm currently not sure how this app works but I also post on instragram which has a lot more as of writing this.

But I know how to fix that, let's go over character traits and basic meet the character type of stuff.

Liam- he is 16, or 15 I'm still deciding on year this takes place, 2020 or 2021.

He he likes therian culture, wolves, animals in general too, and making stuff, like man can make a weapon out of anything or even masks that look like animals.

Mylah- 15 or 14, depending on year story will take place.

She likes constellations, astrology, psychology, animalogy, anything with logy at the end. Girl is a completely a nerd like her dad, but is more outgoing and is willing to be a tad bit of a bully, only jokingly though, and doesn't take it too far, sometimes.

Arthur- 41 or 40

He is a nerd, plain and simply. If you want facts about something like say, the magma that it takes for a volcano to blow or even what certain things do in the body, he is you're man. But most of all he is a loving father, taking his family out with him on trips around the world for his job, dressing up in middle ages outfits and sword battling for his kid's entertainment, and being a lovely one to vent to.

Rosalyn- 42 or 41

She is lively, full of love, and overall a good mother. She will protect those She loves with everything she has, and even show affections if they get too distracted by their lectures of science and history(Arthur) She also loves just showing her child the world of Aura, though never really some parts, as to spare her such knowledge.

Might as well add him as he is shown. He is the one guy with the salmon-colored hair.

Finnegan- he is 14 or 15

And he is a gurdian from Astral himself. He follows rules, organizes, even when others try to stop him, likes to learn about the mortal plane he never has been in, and well guy has a fascinating interest in rocks as they don't exist in the Astral. Like puts them in rows and compares them together. (he might be on the Spectrum) but he is also calculated and knows all about the aura stuff, particularly stuff Mylah isn't allowed to know.

And that's a lot of the information I can share on Aurawolves for right now. If any questions please never be afraid of comment, I have no idea how Tumblr works but I feel like this might be better than Instagram giving the whole AI thing, so let's learn together shall we.

[jacquelinemerritt]

Being a Transgender Nerd

Originally posted December 28th, 2015

Unpacking the male dominated culture of nerds from a trans woman’s perspective.

I have been a nerd all of my life.

That’s a statement I can’t see anyone objecting to. If you’ve met me, then it’s pretty obvious how nerdy I am; I’m arguably the biggest fan of Star Wars among anyone I know, I’ve spent a significant portion of my life obsessing over videogames (my favorites being Zelda and Metal Gear Solid), and I run a blog devoted to critically analyzing the abridged version of a popular anime. To put it simply, I have more nerd cred than I know what to do with, and I’ve loved investing myself in nerddom since I was a little kid.

I have also been a woman all of my life.

That statement, unlike the first, carries a small amount of potential controversy with it, given that I am a transgender woman (it’s thankfully much less dangerous a statement than it used to be, as our culture has becoming more understanding and accepting of trans people).

And to the benefit of those who would argue against my womanhood, I have not known all of my life that I was, in fact, a woman. This experience of growing up not knowing my true gender and assuming that I was a man has left me with a unique experience, and as a result, I have gained a deeper understanding of the way one’s gender affects their experience within nerd culture.

The hold that straight white men have upon the role of the protagonist is one of the things I noticed earliest. This however, did not help me understand my gender identity; it reinforced the idea that women were inferior, even though that idea wasn’t something I ever directly vocalized.

Of course, I still found myself drawn to the few female characters there were, and Asajj Ventress, a minor character from the Star Wars expanded universe, particularly caught my attention, as I could feel a lot of empathy for a woman whose troubled past had led her to embrace the Dark Side of the Force.

I quickly found myself rather obsessed with her, and I poured over every bit of media containing her that I could get my hands on, even when her lack of significance outside of the Clone Wars animated miniseries meant that most of that obsession was spent rereading her entry on the Star Wars “Databank*.”

Looking back, I see that that obsession rose not only out of a love for Ventress’ character, but out of a dire need to see women I could relate to in the media that I loved. Now, given the complex environment that I grew up in, it is unlikely that the inclusion of more women in Star Wars would have helped me understand my gender identity earlier (though honestly, who’s to say what could’ve helped), but I can safely say that the inclusion of more women would have helped me feel even more like the Star Wars universe belonged to me.

And while I don’t spend as much time obsessing over Asajj Ventress as I used to, thanks to “Star Wars: The Clone Wars,” she and the Star Wars universe have grown up about as much I have; where she used to be shown only as a tool of the men who would use her, she’s grown into a woman who abandons these men to live her own life, and is attempting to live a good life despite it the hold the Dark Side still has upon her. That version of Ventress, as it happens, is just the type of role model I needed back when I was a youngling.

*Back in the early 2000s, the official Star Wars website had a database of professionally written articles summarizing the history of each character and object present in the Star Wars universe. It was unfortunately discontinued a while back, but its spirit lives on through Wookieepedia.

[hollowedmind]

Nisha, tyler ,adam headcannons

Starting off with their families(TW spansih words/j)

Adam Delgaldo-Chen 17

nicknames: addy, adds/ads, king Adam, jerk, Principe/caballero, bro, otou, guey/compa/fiera

His father is Japanese, and his mother is afro Latino she is from the Dominican Republic. he was born October 26

fathers a high school teacher (English 10 and Ap lit and comp) and mom has owned a small diner

Nisha lucia Mendoza-Reyes 17

nicknames: Princessa/princess, Firey/hot tempered, loca, bruja, encabronada,

her family if from El Salvador. Nisha has an older brother. She was born on July 9

her father works in an autoshops, and his mother is a part house cleaner

Tyler Lopez-Jones 16

nicknames: ty, Indiana, Guero, "no sabo", mono/monito,

he's white Latino, his mother from Mexico. Tyler has two younger sisters. He was born august 31st

his mother dosent work and his father an office job

Tyler and Adam met playing baseball they been on the same team since they were little. Tyler is the main pitcher on their team and Adam is the starting batter(Adam also does track).

Nisha plays basketball and is on currently varsity

all of them go to each other games

Nisha lives down the street of where Tyler lives

their families send over a lot of food over to each other. meaning they've swapped out plenty of tubber ware so much that almost all of their containers aren't theirs

Adam and Tyler were both chambelanes at Nisha quince (her dress was a Firey blue)

Nisha and Tyler were at the championship they cheered for Adam the whole time

Tyler really struggles with learning thing he can't Rember anything he learn but he is in very deep on the internet and can hyper fixate and create a 20-page essay on the lore of the Nintendo Wii

Tyler is a very big no Sabo kid he sucks at Spanish Nisha and Adam tease him a bit for it, they do help him learn

Adam and Nisha gossip in Spanish together

Nisha is very trendy always know was happening online always changing styles and ideas to fit whatever everyone else doing

they are all high schoolers Adam and Nisha are juniors (in the real-world Adam was 16 when he played the hollow so he still 16 in game making Tyler and Nisha older him) Tylers is a sophomore'

Nisha has had a good handful of boyfriends but, since most don't like her being friends with Tyler an Adam (they shit talk them together)

Adam is a big science nerd it's his fav subject gets good grades, Nisha hates school likes pe and any electives gets okay grades B's mostly sometimes c's, Tyler likes history cause it interesting is all over the place really, he does well sometimes then all of sudden drop has failed Spanish at least once highest grade an a-

Adam likes drawing he drawn all of his friends

Nisha (and Tyler) have stolen Adams clothes (mostly jackets) both on accident and own purpose

Adam and Tyler have broken windows practicing baseball in their back yard

Tyler's sister enjoys playing princesses and drag Tyler and them to play

Adam always being the prince and Nisha the dragon, Tyler whatever else

ty sisters like Adam far more then Tyler it kind of pisses him off

Nisha and Adam have a major spice tolerances Tyler very much less so

thanksgiving goes crazy with them parents and some of their relatives, they make so much food leftovers for weeks.

this is all complete lore accurate (lots of this is from my family and life)

[dragons-and-ages]

And I’m done with The World of Thedas Vol 2!

With special mention for The Seer’s Yarn. Note that all of The Seer’s Yarn is included within the text of TWoTV2 and you don’t need to hunt it down separately. This printing was included in the special edition box.

While Volume 1 focused on the overarching history of Thedas and went into details about the places, cultures, history, and a general overview of magic in the world, Volume 2 really focuses on the people. There are large chapters dedicated to each of the three games. It doesn’t go into detail about our protagonists of course, but it lists out all of their companions, allies, and enemies, giving you little snippets of their history… Almost like an anthology of in-game codices.

In fact, much like the first volume, this one reads as though it was written in-universe and kept vague in key places. So there is room for the player’s choice, but there is also space for BioWare to go back and retcon, blaming the errors in the book on the unnamed in-universe author. Speaking of errors, there is a small section in the back, penned by Brother Genitivi, that addresses some of the errors in Volume 1.

I would definitely recommend a read to learn things like the history of Cousland’s parents, an account of Leandra and Malcolm Hawke’s meeting and flight from Kirkwall, Meredith’s childhood (it informs but does not excuse her actions in Kirkwall), The Iron Bull’s history in the ranks of the Qunari, and many more. There’s even little tidbits about the characters in DAI’s multiplayer.

One fascinating and ominous bit in the book is the little snippets about the Grim Anatomy, a book found in the Western Approach. There is art from this text scattered throughout the latter half of the Inquisition chapter and the figures have nothing to do with the main text. It was written in an unknown script by an unknown author and details the dissection of various beasts with a focus on the eyes. The further you get in the book, the more the author seems to focus on demons entering through the eye and the demonic possession of the creatures being dissected until it devolves into a mass of incomprehensible diagrams in the final, damaged pages. Like. What the fuck. I wanna know more about THAT.

In between the sections about the HoF, Hawke, and the Inquisitor, there are large chapters that read as in-world books:

The New Cumberland Chant of Light

Andraste’s Bookshelf: Essential Tomes for the Painfully Devout

The Seers Yarn: A Treasury of Tales for Children All Over

The Whole Nug: Culinary Treasures of Thedas

These read like exceptionally long Codex entries, giving more insight into the world. Personally, these sections were my favorite and very fun to read. A special shout-out to The Seer’s Yarn. It contains children’s stories from most cultures in Thedas and it’s fun to imagine our heroes having listened to some of them in childhood.

This is my favorite one. I love the art and the idea of Lavellan having been sung the lullaby as a child and, in turn, singing it softly to her children.

As I’m preparing to play a Cousland, I’m thinking about how much she knows about all of this. Seeing as she’s a noble, I imagine she has access to plenty of books, not necessarily just Chantry-approved items. This is my lore heavy worldstate and Theo is definitely a big nerd with a soft heart.

Next up, I dive into the actual story of the world with The Stolen Throne!

[mayxlee]

"Alright... if you say so," Maya said softly with a smile, his promise only making it easier to believe. She was curious to see him in an environment where he seemed to excel and feel the most comfortable, enjoying what he loved doing. Was he going to record himself? Or was it live? Whatever the situation, she couldn't wait to see how it worked. With a small nod of her head, Maya just weighed both options. "We could play... or watch a movie. Maybe both? Let's see how much I suck at the game, and then we can decide," she offered, thinking that they could just figure it out later. "I am sure it will be fine... I mean, you'd be there. I am pretty sure I've heard it all by now, but I know I will be okay with you there," the brunette admitted, with a warm smile on her face. She trusted him that his intentions were not bad, and at the end of the day, she had a thick skin. If they tried to bite, she'd bite right back... just gentler.

It was the little things that counted, from being present to making sure the days went by without being on an empty stomach. Perhaps he was a kid back then to understand the bigger picture of things, just like all of them, but his actions had made a difference, and there was no doubt in Maya's mind about that. Looking down at her food as Dean spoke again, she couldn't help but smile sadly. "Thank you," she replied, wondering if there was ever going to be a day when the topic wouldn't cause her heart to drop in her stomach. What she didn't expect was for him to have gone through something just as similar. "I am sorry," the brunette muttered, glancing over at him in hope he knew she meant it. "I know... I mean, we're not here to compare our losses, but I am sure it wasn't easy on you either." Maya exchanged softly before shaking her head. "It's okay. I mean, it's part of life, right? If I am being honest, I do prefer people acknowledging the fact he was here at some point in time because sometimes it does feel like everyone but us has forgotten him... so thanks. For remembering him. It means a lot."

It wasn't too hard for him to make her laugh, and the moment he called her "dude" that was enough to just brighten her mood again. It was odd how easy it was, but Maya wasn't complaining one bit. "Well... I was kinda of a history nerd. I was the quiet kid carrying around colored pencils and would draw everything I'd seen in history books. My parents just... supported me through that, till I decided I wanted to go to fashion school," she explained, smiling softly at the thought. "My dad made me promise I would. I don't know, I just loved being able to create designs of my own, whether they were traditional or modern... or a combination of both. At first, it was easier, sketching them, but creating them from scratch was completely different... I mean... I also wanted to be a vet back in the day, but designing just gives me peace of mind. It always did. And since I promised my dad.. I didn't want to let him down." she explained, trying to give him a more direct answer.

She smiled again at his compliment, highly doubting that would be the case, but appreciating it nevertheless. "You're too good to me, you know that?" Maya muttered, knowing that despite her lack of general confidence, she knew that her pouting game was strong. Years of using it against her siblings meant she had mastered the art of it, to the point she felt confident enough to even show Dean playfully. "I'm not sure if it's all of Providence Peak, but let me tell you it gets me places," she teased. "Whether it means getting extra sugar in my coffee or an extra donut." Maya added, giggling.

The siblings' code was important to keep the balance, especially in a large family like theirs. Luckily, Hoonie was harmless... most of the time. "Yeah..? I was the sibling I couldn't say no to anyone," she responded, pinching the tip of her nose. In fact, when could Maya say no to anyone, especially if it was from a person she cared for?

"My pouty face? Okay, prepare yourself! One... two—" But before she could count to three, just when she was about to give him yet another pouty face, Dean leaned in to kiss her. She would be damned if she didn't just melt into his gentle kiss, a smile slowly forming on her face. "Yeah... yeah, it's fine," Maya muttered, already feeling butterflies in her stomach, which was unexpected if anything. Well, shoot. Now she had forgotten how to even make it, with his face so close to hers.

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"Nah. I have to deal with annoying people in my chat everyday, asking the weirdest questions ever. You won't annoy me." As he ducked his head, searching for her gaze, once he found it, Dean continued. "I promise." And still he didn't really mind it. Dean had felt like he'd been able to create a good relationship with his fans and followers, so he took most of their annoying questions in a joking way. People found him funny, so funny he would keep on being. A little daft sometimes, depending on the question, but he'd always stand his ground on others. "If you're up for it, after dinner, I can show you how to play it on Playstation." To that, he was quick to add: "Only if you want. We can also watch a movie or something. Whatever you want." Because that was the point of that evening, right? Talking, getting to know one another, without the peer pressure of others staring at them or crowds. "Please. They'd be stupid not to have you around. Besides, they're really easy on newcomers, so you'll be fine. They're just... you know... men, so a few stupid jokes are bound to happen, but I'll have your back. I can't say I'll hold your hand because that would be counter productive, but, you know the drill. I got you." Besides, it was really exciting to welcome Maya into his world. Not even the streaming part, but the gaming one. The part that relaxed him and made him want to make a living out of it.

As Maya went on about what he had said about his mother, Dean bobbed his head at her words. He didn't think of himself as some sort of savior, but he did his best to keep his family from falling apart, whether it was baking for his mother or simply, not leaving Colorado as a whole as he'd always dreamed to do. "I'm sorry about your dad, by the way." He said, gently nudging her sides with his elbow to catch her attention. "I know it's too little and it's too late, but I really am. I lost my oldest brother to cancer." He shared a bit more, but that was probably the most that he would share about Pat, because he didn't want for tonight to become sad, and if he continued talking about Pat, she would probably be sad about her father and the whole evening would be ruined. "I don't really remember him. I was three when he died, so I'm not saying it's the same as what happened to you and your dad, but, you know... I understand. And I'm sorry." As he reached for her hand, Dean gave it a light squeeze. "I'm also sorry I brought it up. I don't want to make you upset or anything."

Luckily, they changed the subject and with that, came the topic of her career, and he was super interested in getting to know more about it. "Dude... big YIKES! Especially in the fashion department, right?" Wait. Had he just called her dude? Okay, okay, this wasn't a date per se, but would she think he wouldn't want to go on a proper date because he'd called her dude? Ugh! He needed to brush off his vocabulary, because his habit of calling everyone 'dude' might have cost him a date with a nice woman. "How'd you get into that, by the way?" Although his mind was racing, his lips didn't seem to be following his mess of thoughts as they continued asking her questions about being a costume designer. "You said you wanted to be a lot of things growing up, so what was it about costume design that stood out to you?"

When she mentioned him wanting to give her wrinkles, Dean figured it was safe to assume he hadn't screwed everything up but saying 'dude' to a woman like Maya. "I mean... I think you'd look very pretty even with wrinkles." And, shit... as she went on about her pouty face, it was very hard for Dean not to go back to his teenage self and realize that she had always been this cute. Even back in high school. And now, he was actually chatting up with her. He wouldn't say that his crush on her had returned, but he'd be lying if he said he thought that flirting with her was a bad idea. "Oh... I can see that." And Dean wasn't joking. He had even leaned a bit closer to her, though involuntarily, as he rested his chin on his hand. "I'm sure you have all Providence Peak swooning over it." Because seriously... they'd be crazy not to.

Right. Her brother. Dean remembered how scary the older man felt like to him, especially since he knew that he was into martial arts, according to one of his older siblings. One hit and Dean would've been doomed back then. "Nah, I'd never break the siblings code. You wouldn't caught me getting a glass of water to my siblings, but I'd give them a kidney if I had to." And he almost did. Maybe not a kidney, but well... details. And right now, Dean was more interested in something else than talking about her brother. Or any of his own siblings.

"But like... About that pouty face... you want to show me again?" And as if caught by a surge of courage, Dean leaned in and pressed his lips to her pout in a gentle kiss when Maya repeated her actions. "Is this okay?" He asked softly, pulling away a little to check on her answer as he looked into her eyes, but not too much to make her or him give up on the idea of continuing kissing her.

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Emily

Full Name: Emily Collins

Pronouns: She/Her

Fandom: None

Emily is quite the free spirit, vibrant and bubbly and a little bit chaotic. She is Aja’s younger cousin, though they often feel more like sisters, and have a very close relationship. Although the two resemble each other, their personalities are quite distinct; Aja is often more calm and relaxed, while Emily tends to be much more energetic - especially in their younger days, when she got them into trouble quite frequently. She loves exploring and meeting new people, and often disappears for a week or more with little warning to go and visit somewhere new before returning with stories and souvenirs. Along with typical souvenirs such as postcards, she collects two things if possible from everywhere she visits: a small rock, and the most unique local fashion (often jewelry) she can find.

She’s a very creative person, and has her own little business selling the things she makes to help finance her explorations. She enjoys painting, and will often create a painting or five whenever she visits a new place, though her eye tends to be drawn towards nature instead of tourist attractions - she’ll skip the Eiffel Tower and paint the lovely little cafe she ate in instead, full of bustling life as people go about their day. She often teases Aja for being the history nerd of the family, while she herself is fascinated by the living - the people who exist here and now, doing their mundane tasks in their own extraordinary ways. She’s often stopped people who look particularly interesting to her and asked if she could paint them, usually at least taking a few pictures for future reference while exchanging contact information so she can share it when she’s done. In addition to painting, she also makes jewelry to sell, often focusing on the unique factors of each piece instead of trying to make them look flawless and perfect.

She loves nature, and incorporates it into a lot of her designs, often adding little flowers to most things she makes. She has her own garden for growing fruits and vegetables, and she has a small beehive that she maintains as well, selling jars of all-natural honey along with her art.

She still technically lives with her parents, but only while she’s home - she saved up enough money to buy and remodel a large van, turning it into a mobile living space for her on her journeys. She also has a furry ‘child,’ a small black cat that she found badly injured as a kitten. After he was released from the vet, unfortunately losing one leg in the process, she brought him home and named him Onyx, and he has been well-loved ever since and happily accompanies her on her trips. Onyx is a surprisingly gentle and friendly soul, considering his background, and most attribute that to Emily’s infinite love and care.

Emily has wavy blonde hair and the same ocean blue eyes as her cousin. Unfortunately, she inherited the same skin as well - she loves the freckles, but hates having to constantly apply sunscreen before being outside for too long, lest she end up looking like a lobster. It’s rather inconvenient for someone who enjoys the outdoors as much as she does, but such is life. She’s an average height and weight, and tends to wear clothes and accessories as vibrant and unique as she is.

[just-placebo-estate-things]

Tag Yourself (Placebo Edition)

Vee:

Pure condensed anxiety

Could kill you but would cry the entire time

Spent his childhood as a bridge troll

Damours:

Said “no” to society

Comes out of the shadows to help you like a mythical guide

Lowkey protective

Caunter:

Pyromaniac

Fidget 100

Crime as a bonding experience

Maynet:

Evil robin hood

“Do Not Perceive Me”

Has mastered the poker face

Ferrieres:

Survives on a steady diet of gossip

Horse Girl™

Collects figurines

Montaigu:

Would sell you to Satan for one corn chip

Sexuality: money

Hates everyone except for like one person

Wissant:

Mom-shaped

Could 360 noscope you no problem

Small body big voice

Tournebut:

Stable interests? I don’t even know her

Gets a crush and immediately regresses to being a flustered schoolgirl

Trying her best

Emory:

GPS implanted directly in brain

Biology nerd

Pigs are good

Margas:

Mad online, mad offline, mad all the time

Oops all repression

Will kill for you without hesitation if he likes you

Fairfax:

Not a fan of nature

Punches extremists

Politely asked the grim reaper to leave him alone and it worked

Montgomery:

God simp

Gullible

Awkward™

Reynauld:

Holy dad

Attempts to be the sensible one

Reliable when not engaging in Rat Behavior

Guyot:

Himbo

Works out to get good at hugging

Doesn’t like fish

Corneilles:

Has just completely given up and is mad about it

Saw god

Brooding as a hobby

Rosebud:

Judging you

Egotism as a coping mechanism

Goes by his nickname only

Gaveston:

Calculated chaos

Supplies the cursed knowledge

Made one (1) mistake years ago and will never forgive himself

Siggy:

Be gay do crimes

Here to make things worse

Dead inside and outside but still kicking somehow

Bertie:

Hopeless romantic

Writing a fix-it fic for life

Probably on an FBI watchlist and not just for her search history

Carnet:

Capitalism

Names everything she comes across

Pestering as a love language

Marches:

Can only express one (1) emotion per lunar cycle

Screwed up so bad that ghosts had to stage an intervention

Reluctant mom friend

Verdun:

Looks like she could kill you and would 100% kill you

Must be the best or she’ll just die

Has a husband but is also married to the grind

Lynom:

In a constant state of “fight me”

Living in denial

Strongk

Dismas:

MVP dad friend

Killed god

Tired but also a chaos enabler

Piquiri:

If looks could kill you’d be dead

Earned 1st place in having trust issues

Bad luck magnet

Corbiere:

Fancy street tricks go brrrrrr

Raccoon energy

Kisses the homies

Venois:

No talk

Hates excessive loud noise

Loves his dog more than he loves most people

Loges:

Is the law

Beware of dog

“I can fix him”

Mauroaurd:

The sane one

Pampers his dog 24/7

Doesn’t like alcohol

Warci:

Does it for the bit

Loves his wife

Is your dad now

Pip:

Personified trauma

Music god

Needs a hug but will also stab you if you get near him

Nesdin:

Catboy

He protecc he attacc

Cannot heely away from the feelies (but he does try)

Marchmain:

Big boy. Buff

The one responsible member in the group project

He forgor :(

Marci:

Riddle Hour Is Every Hour

Everyone’s chill cryptid uncle

Vibing

Merteberge:

Philosophical

Has come to terms with the inevitability of death

Youngest in the group but is somehow the leader

Fontemai:

Did a Leeroy Jenkins once

Physically fought his demons

Funny accent

Noyers:

Grandpa vibes

DIY king

Doesn’t like war

Perci:

Hyper strict

“Get off my lawn!!!”

Job is life

Bosanquet:

Stays up all night reading

Mommy issues

Smarter than you

Montfort:

Is brother

Edgy loner

Art as a coping mechanism

Fribois:

TIME FOR TEA TIME FOR TEA

Token extravert

Cottagecore gay

Lucy:

Gifted kid syndrome

Will kill you if you don’t vaccinate

Necrophilia pog

Malv:

Group baby

Just wants to be taken seriously

Keeps having to watch everyone she loves die

Lilie:

Old(?)

Likes being carried around

Who is she

Bele:

Monsterhecker

Only in charge because she’s the oldest

Had a rebellious phase (and may still be having it)

Ville:

Religion bad

Sweet and shy but will start swinging without hesitation

Listens when you vent

Pasquier:

Will feed all you heckers

Beautiful cinnamon roll to good for this world, too pure

Immediately knows when things are sus

BONUS:

Cheney:

Fuzzy

Firm believer in the power of friendship

Chivalry died with him

Riebou:

Group brain cell

Gives scoldings (affectionate)

Pigs are bad

Odette:

Got tired of waiting for her husband to return from war

Plant whisperer

Do no harm take no crap

Edith:

Daddy issues extraordinaire

Social skills replaced with street smarts

Learning the hard way that life is so painfully complicated

Thelma:

Whore 

Milf

Tells you exactly what she thinks