#but if I do go I have to get another plane and may die maybe idk how deep vein thrombosis works I just know I almost definitely have it!

[raylangivins]

Either I’m seeing Beyoncé this weekend or I’m going to literally die. Excited to find out which one!

[littlexdeaths]

eddie munson x fem reader

warnings: mostly fluff but all my works are 18+, established relationship, fear of flying, a very dramatic nose bleed and eddie being an adorable but horny mf

a/n: i recently started rewatching supernatural again, and in doing so i came to the conclusion that dean and eddie are very similar. so this is a little something that’s loosely based off a scene in season 1, episode 4: phantom traveler. enjoy xx.

“are you seriously humming enter sandman right now?” you ask, amusement creeping into your voice as you glance over beside you.

only to see your boyfriend. with his cheeks flushed, leg bouncing erratically and ringed fingers gripping tightly onto the armrest nestled between you.

when you originally brought up the idea to book a flight to visit your folks for the holidays, instead of making the almost 10 hour trek to good ole’ minnesota, eddie had seemed all for it.

he encouraged it actually.

making some joke about how his “decrepit, aching twenty-six year old body” couldn’t handle another 10 hour drive.

however, the closer the trip loomed, the more reluctant eddie became. and he tried every which way to get you to cancel the flight and make the dreaded drive instead. but that was an argument he wasn’t going to win.

it wasn’t until the plane began to ascend into the air that the reason for his sudden reluctance became blatantly obvious.

eddie munson was scared, no scratch that—petrified of flying.

and try as you may, you just found that new tidbit to be even more endearing.

eddie gives you a sideways glare as you attempt to hide your grin. and really it shouldn’t be this funny. but maybe your lack of sleep from the early morning drive to the airport is finally beginning to weigh on you and soon the delirious giggles will start to kick in.

“yes, it calms me,” he huffs, gaze tearing away from you to glance out the small window of the plane.

“well you don’t look very calm to me.”

you rest a hand on his bouncing knee, just as another round of turbulence rocks through the cabin. and your amusement quickly delves into concern as he grips your arm to pull you closer into his side.

“okay—that cannot be normal!” he nearly whines, leaning his head back against the seat.

“baby, it’s just a little turbulence. you know you’re more likely to die in a car accident than on an airplane, right?”

while he appreciates your attempt to ease his mind a bit, it’s seriously not working.

“nice try, but i’ve seen final destination, sweetheart. i know how this shit ends.”

and you can’t help but roll your eyes at his dramatics.

soon his humming starts back up, becoming a lot louder. and earning him a solid kick in the back from the teenager seated in the row behind you. the kick seems to be perfectly timed however. as the force of it and another jostle of the plane has his body flying forward, his nose smashing directly into the seat in front of him.

his pained groan has your temper flaring, ready to whip your head around and give that shit head kid a piece of your mind. but you freeze when you notice the way he’s cradling his nose. your gaze following the drops of crimson that have dribbled down his chin and onto his shirt.

“shit, eddie you’re bleeding.”

he makes a noise in confirmation, but before he can utter some sarcastic remark you have unbuckled both of your seatbelts and hauled him to his feet.

the flashing seatbelt sign be damned.

a flight attendant tries to stop you on your way down the aisle toward the bathroom, but you’re having none of it.

“miss, you both need to return to your—”

and if looks could kill, this whole plane would come crashing down.

“either you let me through so i can help clean him up, or he makes a mess of your aircraft. your choice.”

while you can tell she wants to argue, seeing the blood beginning to seep through the space between his fingers has her moving aside to let you pass.

“christ, sweetheart.” eddie groans when you carefully shove him inside the small bathroom and squeeze in behind him.

“sit, now.” you order.

he does as instructed, spreading his legs so you can slip in between them. you grab a wad of the practically sheer toilet paper, running a corner of it beneath the stream of water.

“keep the bridge of your nose pinched, it’ll help stop the bleeding.”

and when you turn back toward him, your brows pull together in confusion. his lips are stretched in a toothy grin, any trace of his anxiety now forgotten.

at least for the moment.

you begin to gently dab at the drying blood on his upper lip, thankful that most of the gushing had ceased for the time being. and eddie winces slightly once you start to clean around his nose.

“why are you looking at me like that?” you ask, having felt his burning gaze from the moment he sat down.

“you’re just…” he trails off, slipping his fingers through the loop of your jeans to tug you closer—if that were even possible. “really fuckin’ sexy when you’re bossy.”

and a subtle glance down has you huffing out a laugh of disbelief.

“eddie, do you seriously have a boner right now?”

and he just grins wider.

“guilty as charged.”

[maybefae]

Messages From Your Guides

Pile 1 - Pile 2 - Pile 3

Remember, this is a general reading and it may not resonate for everyone or completely. Tarot is a tool to help guide but you are responsible for your actions and life, you choose your path.

Tips!

Pile 1

Tarot Cards: Queen of Wands (Justice and Nine of Wands), The Sun (Four of Wands), Six of Pentacles (Six of Swords), Seven of Cups (Two of Cups)

Bottom of the Deck: Two of Swords, Strength, The High Priestess, Ace of Swords

This guide can be a more motherly figure or a very ancient deity that appears more feminine. It almost has a “Crone” energy.

It’s okay to be happy after you have had to put walls up against a certain person, people, or your family. It’s okay that you are happier after establishing boundaries, my love. Compared to what they have done to you, no matter how minimal it could seem, your act of standing your ground and standing up for yourself is justified. It’s okay to be happy. The scales of justice have tipped in your favor. You’ve always questioned why you had to suffer, that the ones who have wronged you seem to always be able to get away with things. But now that you get to be happy once, you feel guilty when you should feel like the weight is lifted off your chest. The shackles they had put on you, the thoughts they put in your head to make you stay small, are a far greater harm than you standing up for yourself.

It’s okay to walk away. You may regret staying as long as you did, taking care of people wishing to receive it back but never getting it in return. But don’t. Your heart and your love is a great power. It is something that makes you strong. You loved yourself enough to finally walk away. And there will be another that shares the love you have, all you had to do is walk away from the people who didn’t. 

Pile 2

Tarot Cards: King of Pentacles, Seven of Pentacles, Ace of Cups, Five of Pentacles, Three of Swords, Ten of Wands, Six of Cups, Eight of Wands 

Bottom of the Deck: The Hanged Man 

This is a very masculine feeling guide. “Great Oak” energy, strong and warm. This could honestly resonate with people who picked pile 2 from my recent week ahead reading. This is a very father-like energy, built like a brick house and someone who does everything with love. A full heart and very, very protective. You could have seen him as a kid? Maybe in a dream or you actually saw his spirit. He could come around as a certain animal you see whenever you are going through something, or it’s like you are the only one that sees this animal and no one else sees them around. He gives off the energy of a bear, coyote, fox, tortoise. Orange daylilies. 

This guide isn’t really one for words but for actions, so I will do my best to describe what he’s showing and making me feel. He didn’t like that he had to keep his hands out of a situation that left you defeated and heartbroken, because his instinct is to keep you behind him and deal with your problems so you can keep living your life with as much peace and happiness as possible. However, he is showing me that he was told not to intervene. 

But just know, he walks beside you on your new journey. He is very adamant on making me tell you that he’s extremely proud and you’re doing a great job. He just nodded and gave a few claps. Don’t let the fire in your heart die and keep your “childlike wonder.” “Everything you thought as a child is true…you are just looking in the wrong places/looking too hard.” The journey ahead is great and filled with merriment despite the lack of coins in your pocket. There will be another great shift that will happen in your favor but keep on trucking. All that work will pay off and you have friends to enjoy the journey with. 

Pile 3

Tarot Cards: Seven of Wands, Ten of Pentacles, The Spirit Plane, Ace of Pentacles, King of Pentacles

Before I pull any cards, you have a guide or guides that come off as very ambiguous. They come off as very angelic or air/light fae, sylphs. I just see light creatures/beings and hear giggling. They are very lovely and they can be tricksters, but don’t cause much harm. They are light-hearted and like to keep the energy of fun around. Now I see them dancing with each other. I also see an expanse of field.

Another note: Since you probably believe in them if you picked this pile, I have a gnome friend who also wants to say something. 

I just have the top row of cards out and they all want to talk. They already have a flurry of messages. They want to say that, yes, you did see/hear from them and you aren’t crazy despite what others have said. They see you as one of them and as a good friend. You probably don’t feel human most days and become very confused/distressed from the way life is in this realm. You operate more in their realm of living. They are also telling you that you are far more rich because of that. 

They just wanna tell you that you aren’t crazy, they keep repeating that. Your view of the world is most likely correct. Nothing makes sense, what you believe should be makes sense though. And there is also a warning here that all beings of this category aren’t happy. In fact, they are actually really angry. “Something’s coming.” They won’t expand on that but they want you to know. You will be protected from your guides! And it will seemingly feel like everyone around you is effected but you. And throughout your life, you may have felt very lucky because things may have felt like were dropped in your lap or life has been pretty easy and it’s because of them. They don’t know if they want thanks or not, but they will take your gratitude in the form of gifts/offerings!

Decks Used: Ophida Rosa Tarot by Leila and Olive, The Dungeons and Dragons Tarot Deck by Adam Lee and Fred Gissubel, Cosma Visions Oracle by James R. Eads

Dividers: @inklore

[msnova-scotia]

Maybe a weird idea, but what if for Fantasy High: Senior Year, it was set ~50 years in the future or so, where all the Bad Kids are seniors now (hence the name). This can allow the Fantasy High series to get out of just the high school setting, the huge time jump means the characters can be level 20, the plot doesn’t have to revolve around immediate things that happen a year after this last season.

Fig can have her separation from the group where she’s lived many years doing her own thing growing. Emily can even choose to keep her retired, saying she’s happy just being a rock star or arch devil in hell or whatever she wants Fig to ultimately do, and can have another character or bring Fig back for a little here and there if she wants, without it being expected to bring Fig back.

Fabian can have his little sibling all grown up, and we can explore more about that. Chungledown Bim can be defeated during the time skip or even as a side plot during the season. He can be retired and not have to worry about keeping up his maximum legend status all the time, and live peacefully but accomplished.

Riz will probably have spent tons of his time exploring other planes of existence, being a secret agent with his dad, taking down all kids of baddies across the universe. He won’t have to be so stressed all the time having to keep tabs on his friends and make sure they don’t get themselves killed (though now he does have to do this with all of the newbies at his job).

Kristen is finally living her best life with a huge congregation following her pantheon of gods, spreading the word of doubt and justice and the true meaning of what these gods stand for. And who knows, maybe Kristen resurrected even more. Now Kristen is making sure each god has a following that believe in and shape the gods in the way the gods want to be shaped.

Adaine has long killed her mother at this point. Her and Aelwyn are best friends, inseparable, though each with their own independent life. I’ve also seen a couple posts about how Adaine would make a good principal (much better than Augefort at least), so she could be doing that as well as changing Fallinel to be less stuck up and pompous. Also she’s settled into her role as the Elven Oracle, and while it may still annoy her that every elf and their mother seems to want a prophecy from her, she at least accepts that her visions are important enough to change the tides of the world and her role shouldn’t be taken so lightly.

And lastly, Gorgug has proven himself as the greatest wizard of all time. Barbaficer has become as common as any other class. He’s changed the world with his inventions, and could be head of some engineering department or whatever that’s brought the entire world of Spyre into the future with crystals and vehicles and all sorts of technological advances that could never have been dreamed of before he came along.

And after all of this personal growth each of the characters had, they have to get together for “one last adventure, for old times’ sake.” But none of them have really adventures in a couple years. Not like when they were younger, that is, but whatever’s going on can’t be stopped by just anyone.

I was also thinking that tbh, it would be neat to maybe explore permanent deaths for the characters at the end, whether it’s from the final battle or the epilogue where each Intrepid Hero gets to choose how their character finally passes, and ends their story. It can put the Fantasy High series to rest in a good way, maybe leaving an open ending to give way for a new generation of heroes but also a final ending to the Bad Kids (so fans don’t keep asking for another year, then another, maybe college this time, etc etc.)

It would also be fun to start off the season with their deaths, have the typical introductions and scene settings that happen with each season, and then the end of the episode: BAM! They all die, put to rest, who will avenge them, the story begins, the Intrepid Heroes start their actual characters, and the whole season is whatever the cast wants it to be, I’m just not sure how well that would work, or how it would still play into being Fantasy High without the main characters. Maybe it could be a side quest or even a longer one-shot or something if they did it this way

[r0semultiverse]

Questions post-release of The Edge of Sleep

Is the dog okay? Did the dog also get possessed? Or are dogs exempt from sleep death and brain branding? The dog was in their cage for quite some hours, which may imply that dogs and potentially even other animals are immune to the beast.

Are possessed folks unable to die from blood loss or drowning so long as they have the mark of the beast?

Who else thinks the doctor isn’t actually dead (there were other doctors at the facility) and was suspiciously on-board with everything happening to Dave?

Is the doctor actually a host for the elephant (alternately just being influenced by it)? Yes, this is partially because his distorted voice in the sleep tube sounds the same as the beast, but the depictions of the beast in peoples dreams does get explained later as being different for everyone (probably based on environment).

Why was he trying to put the moves on Dave’s mom? Probably part of a manipulation tactic or he’s just weird and I’m overthinking his role in this.

What if this is all a dream and Dave is just stuck in one of those sleep pods still? We have yet to see a flashback where he’s a teenager of any sort which gives us a huge missing gap in his memories.

Another question relating to the previous ones is why did Dave see Matteo(?) and Katie(? or is that Linda?) in the sleep pod dream world place very briefly in the the trailer? EDIT: Okay so whoever that is next to Katie/Linda in the cut footage seems to be someone else who would succumb to or almost drink the beast juice (sorry, I didn't know what else to call it).

Are their IRL selves in on it? (this seems silly in hindsight, but I'm not deleting it)

ACTUALLY YEAH JUST IGNORE THESE TWO PREVIOUS ONES ONES, THIS WAS CUT TRAILER FOOTAGE, I WAS TIRED.

Is Dave in a coma and all of this has been one big dream fantasy he’s been in for a long time? If so, how long?

Much like the question of “is the dog important,” is the doctor’s memories when he was talking about his trauma important? Will that come up later given the talk of a season 2 for the original podcast?

Does the Elephant’s host bodies feel pain or is it zombie rules and they’re basically just drones that’ll keep going as long as they have some means to move around?

Do y’all think we’ll get a season 2? The series is pretty good as a stand alone thing imo that kinda lets you fill in the blanks, but I personally would like to see more in some capacity.

What did the dream people mean by “power?” Is Dave capable of the occult?

Does the Beast have access to its host bodies memories and motor skills? We see Katie’s body walking through the water. Could the beast hypothetically fly a plane if it got the right host body to do so? Could it control an entire military fleet?

What is the doctor’s connection to the supernatural happenings of this reality?

Was Markiplier the voice of the blue Modafalyst pill and the voice over of the ad that was playing on the TV in the hospital?

Was the doctor trying to get his loved ones back through the sleep pods like how Dave got that pen into reality from his dream?

How come all of the surviving main cast has had some sort of government or implied government-related job position? Was that intentional?

Each of the surviving main cast also has a double letter placement in their names too, intentional perhaps? This one is probably a reach, but I thought it was interesting!

Why did only one guy foam at the mouth when he "died?"

Why is there a difference between the pill colors in the trailer and in the final release of the show? We're the colors going to be swapped initially? Is it or was it maybe supposed to be a Matrix reference?

Also did Dave's mom seem a little too okay with what was going on at times? Does that have to do with the doctor trying to put the charm on her? Although having someone finally listen to your child's issues and have a clue about what's going on would put you in a vulnerable position, also single mom seemingly.

Who did Dr. Luis Castaneda lose and why did a dream person show up? Was that someone who left him to go live on Aristera for one purpose or another?

How many hours was Dave awake in total? So far 87 seems to be a close enough guess, somewhere in that area.

How are the dream people able to teleport into Mark's dream? How is the beast able to get into anyone's dream now that I think about it.

[frogpols]

You talked about many AUs, but i would like to know if you have a main idea you think about how kiraboss met for the first time, is kinda hard for me to think about it without putting a lot of casuality on it

Also this is bassist kira and drummer boss!

LEL That is a brilliant gif, litcherally them, thankies for sharing this peak.

And that is a brilliant thingie to talk about. I may go on about AUs just because there are many ways (whether fairly believable and canon-compliant, or just silly and casual) that Kira and Diavolo could meet, and a bunch of various ideas in the way they'd actually interact in said meeting (or beyond). But of course, that's a given for ships involving characters that are never shown to have met. I do find that huge amount of room for creativity very intriguing.

Anyway, if I were to put something at the top of what seems believable (ie, what'd seem like a natural extension to the source material, less random), it'd be post-canon Kiraboss. In their latest depictions (I'm fairly confident DMQ is canon), they're both shown to be in a very peculiar purgatory state that no other named character from what I recall is fated to, let alone among the main antagonists (they just float to the sky (die), be entirely erased, or literally stay alive on the same existential plane forever). Given that unique inherent connection between those two major characters specifically, I thus think it wouldn't be super random/casual(?) for them to... well, be connected or perhaps form some deep kinship in a hypothetical JoJo spinoff. There'd be purpose in a story like that since there'd be the opportunity to expand upon the ghost/afterlife logic in the overall JoJoverse. (Not to mention kira and boss redemption if we may sympathize with them...)

Now, if we were to go earlier so that we can have the original Kira and Diavolo as Kiraboss, they can very well meet pre-canon, maybe even be close, and their correspondence (casual or deep) wouldn't have to interrupt their main stories. But while I don't believe anything is stopping Diavolo from going to Morioh through Doppio (since I'd reckon they can travel pretty easy with mafia swag and moola), I don't know what reason he could have to do so. A super flimsy stretch I could make is Tonio Trussardi/Antonio Volpe since he is adjacent to Passione's Massimo from PHF, but obviously PHF is not very canon and you'd still have a lot of stuff to fill out to justify Diavolo's connection to Morioh, all to potentially encounter Kira. In other words, pre-canon Kiraboss may be more random than post-canon Kiraboss, at least story-wise and not just for their given (huge) list of similarities. Buuuut at least it is possible. It's a whole other thing on whether or not they'd get along. Since they have to be alive for their story to happen, they'd have to not kill each other in the pre-canon meeting instance. This is where an old fanfiction idea I had a long while back comes in...

Uhhh, I guess briefly(?) going over that (since I reckon it's as close to what my 'main idea' for what feasible kiraboss looks like), the fic was going to be called "Yoshikage Kira and Diavolo's Bizarre Backstory" and combine both of the above ideas in this post: pre-canon and post-canon Kiraboss (with focus on pre-canon). The idea for the fic would be that they both meet, develop feelings (super slow burn style), and heavily influence each other to act the way they do in canon (so that there would be a convenient difference in their behaviors between when they initially met each other vs. when they'd meet another stand user in the future separately). Basic plot was: They meet in Morioh (Kira likes Doppio/Diavolo's hands) -> Stand battle (whole thing with Diavolo initially struggling with Kira's stupid SHA, but he learns quickly) -> They form hesitant truce (Diavolo thinks Kira could be very useful, and Kira surrenders) -> They are very stubborn (Kira doesn't want to join mob, and uhh somehow Diavolo's convinced he needs him LUL) -> Insert very ambiguous kind of tsundere/tsundere relationship here, perhaps they have sex (they wouldn't be very good at it) -> Diavolo goes back to Italy and Kira never snitches -> Ensue canon and they die -> They meet again not remembering each other at all and post-canon kiraboss begins. I know I have the ability to sit down and write a proper fanfic ....but I don't feel like it as of now, just as I am with projects. :d Hell, I started that Kosaku-Doppio swap fanfiction (idea I put some time ago on this blog), and plots completely written out, but only at barely two chaps, 4.7k words. Oh yeah, I believe that old animatic I just posted on this blog too was meant to reference the fanfic concept where Kira's just yearning after Diavolo's left.

Sooo yeaah, hehe

[thecleverqueer]

I’ve been relatively quiet about Tales of the Empire, but it’s been secretly eating my brain, so let me give you my two cents…

We learned virtually nothing new about Morgan Elsbeth. She engineered the advanced tie fighter. That’s about it. Everything else we knew. I didn’t hate the episodes. I just found them to be underwhelming.

But then, we got Barriss, and I had a lot of feelings about that one.

Firstly, I kind of assumed that they would take the Inquisitor route with her. I knew that they wouldn’t retcon her into the seventh sister, but I also knew that was her ticket out of prison. I didn’t hate it, hate it. I didn’t get it. The Inquisitorius was everything that Barriss stood against in the Temple bombing arc, but the will to live is a powerful drug, I guess. It wasn’t badly done. You could tell that she wasn’t fond of anything that she was doing. She wasn’t getting off on using the dark side. She was just trying to survive, and I respected that.

Second, I was happy to see them give her the redemption arc that she deserved. It’s an interesting take that she continued to play along with the fourth sister after she slaughtered that whole ass village, but then a switch finally tripped when the fourth sister attacked that non-binary Jedi after they surrendered. I think it was one part opportunity, but another part the fact that Barriss was also tired of running and being alone. Also, I love the fact that they slipped in a non-binary Jedi character into this.

Third, Barriss becoming an old butch healer in the last episode was exactly what I would imagine her doing after her moment of redemption. I believe her insane accelerated aging was in part due to her giving her life force to heal those that needed her, but also to atone for her past mistakes.

I’m not 100% sold that the woman that she sent the family with the force sensitive kid to was Ahsoka. It seems to be likely implied? I don’t know. I just think Ahsoka is still too bitter about what happened to her in her series to have made peace with Barriss (I could be wrong), but also, I struggle to imagine Ahsoka even having “coordinates” at that point in the timeline for anyone to track her to. Maybe this was in the post Vader duel times, and Ahsoka was on Lothal with Sabine training? Maybe Barriss had the space equivalent to Life 360 on Ahsoka like Bo-Katan obviously does? Eh. There are possibilities, I guess. That is a reunion that should absolutely be something fandom sees. We’ll likely never get it is because it would be gay (flamboyantly so after everything *gestures vaguely*).

And lastly, that ending…. Why?

I mean, my fear going in was that she would die unceremoniously at the hands of the fourth sister and what likely happened? Her last act on the living plane was to save an Inquisitor from Kenobi that few really cared about? Come on. I guess it was ambiguous enough that they could bring her back into future stories, but they slept on her for over a decade. My hope for her, at this point, is that she shows up in whatever animated show is next (my thought is that it will be a Ventress centric show that may or may not have anything to do with the path… I struggle to see Ventress getting tied up in saving force sensitive kids, but who knows), her popularity grows and she ends up showing up in the Mandoverse to haunt Ahsoka.

A girl can dream.

[givethemsmut]

Dom Mysterio x Reader

Chapter Twenty-Four | Where It All Started…

Dom slept the entire flight while I sat there filled with anxiety and guilt. I kept scrolling through the snapped photos of the one ultrasound we got before everything fell apart. I should have been miserable at home, crying in bed, and blaming myself. I felt guilty for letting myself be anything else.

I blamed myself and my body so much I hate myself. I wanted to numb myself any way I could to just stop thinking about it.

Dom wasn’t going to understand. Not when he simply wanted to try again and forget it happened altogether.

Pushing another pill between my lips, I chased it with water and felt the placebo effect take hold of me as I scrolled trying to ignore the pain.

Landing I realized I hadn’t slept more than a few hours when I realized the pills were keeping me awake. I had been running on fumes for weeks, since it happened.

I was cruising for disaster and Dom wasn’t ready to pick of my pieces. Not the way we were right now.

All he saw was baggage and damage I had carried with me my whole life.

"I got us a hotel for tonight and tomorrow then we can hop on the bus. It’s ours, no sharing, this time." Dom grabbed our carry-on bags and lead the way off the plane. He had no idea there was a war inside my head that needed the pills still.

Just outside the airport a car pulled up and someone inside nodded their head enough to signal us over. The car ride was quiet, Dom slide his headphones over his ears and I gazed out the window at all the green we didn’t really have back home.

The venue was less chaotic than I had seen it before, maybe more organized or more staff helping it run smoother but no one seemed to be stressed the same way I remembered.

“Let me know if you wanna go to the hotel. I’ll have an Uber take you. I gotta get warmed up, run a rehearsal before my match with dad.” Dom carried both our bags inside the venue while I didn’t race to keep up with his long legs.

Back home in our bed was safe, no one could hurt us but ourselves.

I wasn’t cleared for working out, sex, birth control or even certain foods but that didn’t stop Dom’s fingers from making me come before we even stepped foot on the flight. Granted, it was all he was willing to do but I wasn’t going to be picky.

No one knew better than me knew I didn’t belong here. Wives, girlfriends, even mistresses belonged at home. Safely, at home.

“Mija, what are you doing here?” Rey walked up to me and I put my arms around him in a deep embrace.

Still holding my bag on my arm I looked around to realized Dom rushed off to work without me registering it. “I came with Dom. I couldn’t be at home anymore.”

I could see his expression turned concerned and I couldn’t understand why. “I really hope Dom wasn’t behind this. He could get fired proving a point.”

“What?” My voice was full of hesitation when I couldn’t follow.

“Mija, the video. WWE may love him as a heel but this… it’s too far. You need to talk to him and settle him down. Humble him. You’re the only voice of reason he’ll listen to. I gotta go prep, I’ll see you later?” Rey jogged past me when I still couldn’t comprehend anything he said.

Deeper in the WWE maze backstage I found a familiar face sitting with a group of wrestlers with a plate in front of him. Finn Balor. “What is Dom in trouble for this time?”

Instantly silencing their conversation and flipping over his phone I felt my level of trust diminish. “Maybe we should talk privately…”

“Why?” I simply asked, “Aren’t you guys his friends?”

Finn’s hand smoothed against my back, guiding me away from the table filled with Judgement day members. “Were you behind this?”

Shoving his phone in my hand he pressed play on a video I knew all too well. A darkly lit video with Dom between my legs and my back arched into him. I could hear myself whimpering under him like if I didn’t come I would die.

Snatching the phone out of his hand I locked it to stop from hearing our pants mixing. Holding his phone hostage I shot his an angry look, “Why would I put that out there? Do you think I want him fired?”

“Every gossip and news channel picked it up. It’s got millions of views, princess. It’s not gonna be bad for his image, he’s already a villain. And if you did this then he can cry innocent.” Finn’s words skated down my spine before I handed him back his phone.

“Where’s Dom? Did he see it?” I asked Finn like I was responsible. “The ring, rehearsal. Good luck, Princess.”

Headed towards the ring I spotted Dom taking falls and hits like choreography. Spotting me he rolled up onto his knees and sat on the rope for me. Hesitating I climbed the apron carefully and stepped inside, something I haven’t done since he trained with his dad. “We should talk…”

“Give us a minute…” he announced to the guys. His hands on his hips he stared at me with his eyebrows wrinkled.

“There’s a video… Finn showed me… someone leaked it or got it somehow. Maybe they know you from WWE? Maybe it’s a fan?” I was speaking too fast, pushing syllables together and expecting his mind to follow.

Pushing his hands through his hair he pulled his shirt up to wipe the sweat from his face. “What video?”

Not giving anything away I pulled my phone out of my sweat pants pocket and googled the video. Within milliseconds the video came up crystal clear with us kissing in bed, his hands fondling me and his tattoos unmistakable.

Taking the phone from my grasp he examined the video. “That’s not us,” he said so matter of fact before slipping the phone back into my hand.

“Dom,” exhaling frustratedly, “I know your tattoos… That’s us.”

“If it’s us then it’s not new. Who cares about some old video that no one can prove?”

“Your parents, your job, our friends, your fans… a lot of people will care. We didn’t even see it all. We have no idea how bad it gets.” I was scared to even watch even though every second of it turned me on.

Kissing my forehead he smiled, “Least they know it’s a storyline now. The truth is on video - not Liv or Rhea. Us. Stop worrying so much.”

Stepping into him I whispered, “Did you… Dom, tell me you didn’t do this.”

Keeping his voice low he scanned the room. “I had to protect us. The storyline doesn’t get magically better, babe. It ends with me on top of her, sexually, almost kissing and Rhea comes back. I know you and we won’t survive a fight every week until this is over. People know it’s fake now.”

“My body is in that video too, Dom.” I shook off his touch and stepped back.

A sharp inhale and his fingers running through his hair again I watched the anger bubble. “Are you fucking kidding me? This solves all our problems.”

“We’re fucking. Naked. That’s private, Dom. Now everyone can see.”

“We were kids then. It’s not new, it’s dark, hard to prove or disprove, you can’t see much. I know what I’m doing.” His phone sat on the apron of the ring, glaring against the lights when he plucked it up. “I sent it to you. It’s not as bad as you think.”

“I’m going to the hotel. I’ll see you after work.” Rushing to the ropes he helped me down still trying to smooth it over. Without my permission Dom took a home video and put it online just to prove I was his and he was mine. I wanted to love him for it but all I felt was naked and violated.

“Better than the one of you and Finn, mi amore.”

My head snapped his direction, glaring at him for settling the score before walking away. Backstage I could feel everyone’s eyes on me until I wanted to scream.

“Nice tape. I’m free for the sequel,” an unfamiliar blonde shouted as I breezed by.

Disgusted, I kept going until the warm air hit my face and the fans cheers and chatter became overwhelming. Finn walked up behind me, hand on my back again and guiding me to his rental car. “Get in. We’re at the same hotel.”

Inside the passenger seat I stayed quiet, letting him fill the silence. “Dom did it, didn’t he?” Staying silent all I wanted to do was watch the video so I knew exactly what everyone saw. “Fuck. Hopefully he doesn’t get suspended again.”

Finn’s words weren’t registering at all when he parked and I bolted from the car. Checking in under Dom’s real last name I took the keycards and headed for the elevators while Finn walked in. Ignoring him I pulled my phone out of my pocket again.

We weren’t strangers to recording our sex or even x-rated photos but this was different. I wasn’t sending Dom some scandalous photo this time. Instead I hit send on the entire world.

The video started with Dom placing it on a bedside table before stepping backwards into frame. Siting against the headboard I watched his hands guide me into frame, straddling his lap. “What did you wanna tell me? How wet you are right now?” I heard his husky voice come through my phone.

“Dom,” my voice whimpered as I settled on his lap without any real pushback. “This isn’t easy… to say and I need to.”

“Go ahead, Mami, you have my attention.”

In a stolen shirt of his, his hands disappear under the material and I gasped from his touch entirely. His mouth covered my neck in kisses while I found the strength to point out my ring.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this. Look at how hard these nipples get for me. I bet your ready for me.”

Lifting the shirt over my head our mouths chased each other and our hands grabbing at whatever we could. My tits we’re on display when he pushed me down to the bed and kissed down my body before his face disappeared between my legs.

Begging him to lick me I let my legs fall open while I touched myself.

Lifting my hips in the air I saw my entire body on display as he ate my pussy.

Stopping the video he was right, it wasn’t new. It was the summer before we left for Florida for his training, his name on my ass and me still thinking he was dating Marie, when he wasn’t.

I was still taking pills. Still hiding being engaged to his best friend out of sheer pity for myself.

I tried to tell Dom but every time I looked at him I fell into his trap. That smile always held me hostage.

I don’t remember there being a camera on his bedside table but it was hard to remember anything but how he felt. Every time I was supposed to break his heart we ended up horizontal in bed.

After showering and order room service I felt more relaxed but not by much when I ended up trolling the comments under the video.

He deserves better.

Why does he even like her?

Mami is always on top.

Liv’e revenge tour gets one stop.

I felt attacked, criticized, and every part of me buried myself further into my hoodie. The hotel door opened and I knew it was Dom, at some point I would have to face him.

He saw the video of Finn and myself. I didn’t have room to complain about this too.

I kept torturing myself by watching it over and over.

Without any words he waltz over to me and forced my face upright while he planted a kiss on my neck. “Did you watch it? I told you it’s not that bad.”

[ninjastormhawkkat]

(so I lost the rp...so hopefully this still connects and not repeat TvT)

"you alright!" The mad mouse scientist says."You're alright." Two Brains repeated softer hugging Becky still gentle but tighter. Becky hugged back trembling slightly. "It was horrible dad...being frozen yet able to hear everything.." the preteen says recounting her experience being stuck in Polaroid's photos.

The others checked up on Violet as well to make sure she was okay. "I wonder if royal dandy felt this way being stuck in a painting...but then again he wasn't alive until lady redundant woman." She says in thought. This experience definitely gave her some insight and a side of claustrophobia.

Despite the worrisome aspects of this situation Blur thought the father and daughter reunion was pretty sweet. She couldn't remember the last time she saw her own dad fret over her.

'papa...I don't want to train anymore...it hurts..'

'you have to! Do you want everyone to die?'

'no! I don't want anyone to die!'

'then walk it off. You have to get stronger. Get better control over your powers. Coddling you will just make you weak. you'll thank me for it one day-'

"E.b...you alright?" Fern asked shaking the heroine out of her thoughts.

Maybe she should give her dad a call. It had been a couple of weeks since she had spoken to him. Even if their last interaction wasn't as heartfelt as two brains and his daughter. She smiled and nodded. "Yep! Just relieved to see the kiddos are okay!"

Dr. two Brain's was reasonably ticked off. Not only his pinkie and her friend had been kidnapped but now possibly traumatized. "I'm gonna kill him" he says once Becky and the other kids were out of earshot.

"er- don't worry we have the fiend apprehended!" Hydro says quickly. He didn't want the villain to go to jail for murder. Now that was another can of worms not ready to be dealt with. He had a feeling Atomic wouldn't give Polaroid an easy time until the authorities showed up.

Two Brains gave the hero a hardened expression but then let out a deep sigh. "Fine, as long as he goes to jail and stays there. If I cross his path again then there is no guarantee that little punk will survive." Dr. Two Brains warned. Hydro gulped but nodded. This villain may not have any superpowers but he was definitely intimidating. Soon there was a sudden commotion from behind. The heroes, villains, and civilians all turned their head to see Miss Davis running towards them followed by some reporters. Miss Davis arrived to the group first and approached Becky and Violet. "Are you girls okay?" She asked in a concerned tone. Becky gave a shaky but firm nod. "We're okay now Miss Davis. The incident was a bit traumatic but luckily we were rescued." Miss Davis let out a relieved sigh. She was about to ask if the other kids were okay but then was pushed out of the way by a couple of reporters. Most of them were surrounding a surprised yet nervous Hydro, Fern Trap, and Electric Blur while others decided to stick their microphones and cameras into the personal space of Becky and Violet. "Marcus Dupes with the Fair City Times, can you girls describe your experience with this new villain that has threatened our city's citizens?" A male reporter spoke in demanding tone. Becky gave the guy a confused and annoyed look. "I wouldn't say the villain was threatening citizens, he just captured Violet and I while our guard was down." Becky corrected the man. The man seemed to not care or notice as he continued to interrogate Becky and Violet. "But according to eyewitness accounts you two were erased from the plane of existence in a sudden flash. What was that like?" Violet and Becky both had uncomfortable expressions. "We...really don't want to talk about our experience right now." Violet spoke in a quiet tone. "But.." The man protested before a gloved hand grabbed him by the shoulders. He was spun around and soon faced with familiar red/pink eyes that were dangerously glaring. "Look, Becky and her friend have gone through a terrifying experience and are not in the mood to give any interviews. So be respectful or I'll make you regret it. I don't have any of my gadgets on me right now but that doesn't mean I can't come back to your workplace with my inventions and make you regret your actions. You got it bub." Dr. Two Brains threatened as he growled in a low tone. Marcus gulped and backed away from the mad scientist. Two Brains then turned to the other reporters. "That goes for all of you. You have to go through me to get to my pinky." The other reporters followed suit, all looking terrified of the Fair City's number 1 villain. Dr. Two Brains let out a huff, satisfied that his threat was met. He then walked over to Becky and picked her up in his arms. "Now if you excuse me Miss Davis, I'm going to take my pinky and Violet to my house. I'll call Violet's mom and let her know what happened so she can pick her daughter up." Two Brains dictated. Miss Davis gave a shaky nod. She knew better than to argue with an upset parent/guardian villain. She was also going to give the girls full marks for this field trip. Just to be on the safe side. Meanwhile Atomic came back and saw his teammates being swarmed by the reporters while Two Brains was carrying his daughter away from the chaos as well as guiding the girl known as Violet with him. The hero grunted. This would not work out in their favor. Atomic Steele knew that he and his teammates caused some stir at the Grocery Store but he figured there would be just talk and rumors or that people would assume they were temporary visitors. The press would only confirm that the Newport Four were near permanent residents. 'This will definitely tip Lunar Red off if she didn't already know we were here.' Atomic grumbled. A blonde female reporter soon became aware of Atomic's presence. She turned her head and rushed towards the hero. "Loretta Sanchez Johnson with Fair City News. Who are you new heroes and what are you doing here in Fair City?" The reporter asked in a rapid tone. @melodythebunny

[sankttealeaf]

putting rue's letters she wrote to gale and gortash under the cut because idk where else to post them but the world has to read them too

i doubt theres any way to include them in the main fic because a) gale wont read his because rue is alive and b) gortash thinks its another taunt from orin and also won't read his

stupid men.

Gale, my love.

Please know there is nothing you could have done to change my mind.

With each day that passes I feel worse and worse with myself and you deserve something better than I can give right now. I’ve not been honest with you and the guilt is eating me alive, though I know it will be nothing compared to the hatred you will feel for me. I tried, countless times, to speak to you about this in person but my words get tangled in my throat and I end up pretending everything���s okay.

Everything is awful.

Since arriving in the city, since meeting Gortash, since getting a place here at the Elfsong I have lied to you every single day. You may already know, in fact I think you’re smart enough to have found out somehow.

I’ve been meeting with Gortash in secret. It started as a desperate attempt to regain my past but as each night went by and he told me less and less I realised I was going to him for other reasons. We’ve kissed. That’s the furthest we ever went. I need you to know this.

I’m going to finish this. By the time you’ve read this, there’s a high chance I may be dead. I want to end Orin, to destroy the temple of Bhaal and renounce my blood but I know that I will most likely not survive the outcome.

I love you. I really do. I think you were the first person I’ve ever said those words to. Love doesn’t sit well within me but with you it’s as easy as breathing. You were the best part of all of this and I’m glad fate fucked me so we could meet. You were the kindest person to me despite everything wrong in my blood and I have never felt hope as strongly as I have when I’m with you. I wish things were different. I would have loved going to Waterdeep with you, to meet Tara properly, to meet your mother, to have a nice life away from all this. There’s no soft endings for people like me. I understand that now.

And I’m sorry it has to end this way.

All my love,

Rue.

Gortash.

One day, you will die. Not by my hand, but by someone else’s who deserves to get their vengeance on the cruelties you put them through. If I could I would throw you to the masses for them to rip and tear into you but even then I think that death is too kind.

I didn't plan on writing this, nor am I entirely sure what I’m supposed to say. What do you say to someone you can’t ever remember loving? I truly believe she loved you. Rumour, that is. We both know we aren’t the same person anymore and it’s easier to think about her as a separate entity. Maybe that’s how I cope with what I’ve done. What we’ve done.

I think she loved you in such a way that it hurts me to see you go. Which is why I won’t be there. The thought of you dying kills me but I know I’m not supposed to feel like that. We were to die in each other’s arms when the whole world took its last breath. I can’t see you die before then.

I’m confronting Orin. Part of me knows that whatever happens, one of us will die. Maybe it will be me. Maybe this time she’ll finish the job. Or maybe Bhaal despises us both so much he plucks the blood from our bodies and kills us both. I’m fine with either.

I’m fine with death. A world with such kindness in it isn’t made for cruel hands like mine. I think I understand that now. I can only be forgiven if I leave this plane and that’s what I’m doing.

If our gods allow it, I would like to wait for you. Perhaps we can reconnect after death. You said that we will always find each other and I hope that whatever comes next for me, I will find you again. Maybe I’ll be a bird that nests outside your window. Maybe then I’ll finally feel free.

Enver. You were her friend. She did love you. I need you to know that. I’m sorry it’s come down to this. There’s no other way.

Forgive me.

Rue.

[blazemourn]

My headcanon on what men of Arda can do with their gift that's given by Eru :

Shift realities :

Men's fëar are completely unbound to the world of Arda so I have this idea where when they die and exit the cycles of that world then they can try and live in new realities and timelines because of the fact that their fëa isn't imprisoned just like how the elves and their fëa are. I believe that they can enter a plane of never ending existence where there are billions and billions of alternative timelines and multiverses that they can enter into and even live there for as much as they want, some even being alternative versions of Arda itself.

Astral projection :

Again, this is because of their free fëa. I personally like to think that they are capable of transferring their fëa into another plane or space even if they're still alive but maybe in a little more strict way than compared to the men who have already died and exited Arda. Elves are extremely spiritual but I think their spirituality just means them thinking they are meaningful and being blissful and loving Arda. Not being able to actually enter another realm with their spirit. I also headcanon that when men are astral projecting their fëa freely starts to float and goes higher and higher but when elves try to do that their fëar get hit by an invisible wall and fall back to their hröar.

Control over their dreams :

Just like how everything goes back to men's different and interesting type of fëa I have this headcanon that because their fëa is completely free then they can control their dreams or travel to different places in their dreams if they are trained enough and know what to do. They can't be controlled by the Valar or anyone so I highly doubt that Irmo Lórien would be able to stop them from doing such a thing. I also believe that if they're trained, men can even enter each other's dreams and talk to each other or deliver messages when they feel the need to.

High emotional pain tolerance :

We all know that elves never forget anything and when it comes to emotional pain they overthink a lot because of it and suffer a lot, maybe even for thousands of years. Men on the other hand are extremely chill and easy going when it comes to emotional pain and it doesn't affect them as much and they may feel sad for maybe a decade if very deep, at least in Arda. I like to think that just like how elves are physically stronger, men are emotionally stronger and grief and sorrow doesn't kill them like it how it does the elves.

High level of inner peace :

Men are very chill and forgetful when it comes to emotional pain as I said. Because of this, I believe that they also have a great inner peace inside of them unlike elves who are still mourning for the sorrows of their last ages. This however doesn't mean that men are peaceful as we know that they're very ambitious and may even try to attack each other's territories. But inner peace and peace aren't the same and when talking about inner peace I mean the fact that men are usually unaffected by grief and regret and they forget it after a few years and their hearts aren't heavy like the hearts of the elves.

Hope you enjoyed!

[donnerpartyofone]

4, 7, 15

Thanks pal!

4. I'm looking forward to a bunch of things I guess, although also everything makes me so nervous that anticipation is never untainted! I'm looking forward to my book coming out, even though it has all sorts of little flaws that I can barely prevent myself from spontaneously defending/confessing. I'm looking forward to a blu-ray commentary I'm gonna record soon (can't announce yet) plus a bunch of writing I got assigned, all really cool things but I know how much work they are and I wonder if I'm going to survive it every time! I'm looking forward to a horror event I have to host in a couple weeks; it's insanity, I'm paying $$$ for travel and lodging to be on a stage for probably ten minutes to just sort of be the face of the event and provide "support", but that's what it means to me apparently. I think that I should try to find some longer term things to look forward to, but that will be a whole project, I've always had a lot of trouble with goal formation. I'm always doing one short-term thing at a time and feeling like I barely got away with it.

7. 2023 was really insane. My mental health was crumbling really badly in tandem with our tiny, ridiculous apartment where we had lived for ten years. There were huge ups and downs with the big TBA project I basically gave my life to, that I may never be able to "A" but hopefully some day someone will tell me if it is officially cancelled so I can at least talk about it a little. I also wrote my book and I got a chance to go to London to record my first blu-ray commentary, which was a huge adventure and it happened amidst a bunch of really complicated dramatic events I don't have the space for; it was like, we moved out of our apartment, and somebody died, and I had to get on a plane to another country immediately, and I still have this feeling like I went through a portal to another dimension and when I landed at home again it was in another universe and that's where I've been ever since. I got to do some major writing projects that kind of felt like, well OK I did THIS, maybe it will be alright if I die now. I got to be on the jury of the local horror film festival and that was really awesome...and I'm starting to realize that this roundup makes it sound like I'm an incredibly ambitious and busy professional person who is fulfilling her dreams, but none of this stuff pays the bills and I am chronically unemployed, and I seem to have a lot of cognitive and intellectual problems, and I'm just terrified that I'm going to have to starve to death eventually. Toward the end of the year I tried to go back into therapy (round 3) and the search itself was really frightening, but when I finally picked someone I had made a really bad choice and the ~3 sessions I had with her fucked up my mind so badly, I wasn't OK for like two months. I still need to figure that out though, there's a lot of stuff wrong with me.

15. Personality description, wow. Maybe it would be fun to do one of those Marvel cards with all my "stats". How do I answer this? My instinct is to list all my pathologies, but then I think I should say what I'm like socially, but then I remember that I'm pretty different from one situation to another. I have incredible anxiety and I'm always tired from a lot of heavy duty masking, but the masking is 1 part survival instinct and 1 part compassion for others I would say. Almost all of my relationships are these intense one-on-one bonds, I don't do well in groups or with people who can't sustain a long conversation about one thing. But even with people I really know and love I have trouble being spontaneous, I have to script all my phone calls just in case I suddenly lose my mind. I think a lot of people perceive me as like really tough and self-possessed and even ambitious, which blows my mind; I've had a number of relationships that fell apart because the person came up with the fantasy that I was this bad bitch and then they were disappointed that I'm actually really vulnerable and nervous and incompetent. I'm not completely sure what that's about, but I think it could be partially a "social cues" problem; like sometimes I don't realize that I'm being inappropriately harsh until it's too late, and other times I'm like daring myself to be more honest and frank because I think that I'm too meek and it's not normal and people don't like that and I should practice having more self-confidence...and then I'm mortified when I find out the hard way that I was being inappropriate. But the one thing I can probably say without reservation is that I have a great sense of humor. It's like my prized possession, an incredible survival tool, and it keeps me entertained even when I have nothing else.

[dududuuuuudud]

Heather is a gwuncan shipper

so i was originally going to explain my favourite seasons ranked (I will still do it) but i need time to think about it and I got a new idea.

Anyways, Heather being a third wheel to Gwuncan is no joke. It's actually so funny because almost every Gwuncan scene, she's there.

"They left me on that island alone to die." -Heather.

This scene is one of the most funniest scene because Gwen and Duncan and practically Heather's parents and Heather is just the child.

(I'm not being delusional, trust the process)

With Trent:

Is it just me or did she not like the two together? Yes, I know Heather hates alliances and stuff but like she seemed to disapprove it. Meanwhile, whenever Heather was around Gwen and Duncan, she was never mad they were close. I personally don't think it's because of an 'alliance'.

For example, in the Area 51 episode, Gwen and Duncan were flirting on the plane (The 'looking especially pasty' thing.) and Heather didn't care. She obviously knew what they were doing and seemed to just mind her own business.

Meanwhile, when Gwen and Trent kissed, she felt furious. Was it really just because of an alliance or did she just ship Gwuncan? If you say the first one, you're wrong and you can't argue with me about it because Heather is a Gwuncan shipper.

Maybe Heather changed throughout the seasons and didn't bother so I'll talk about the horror movie episode. It's in the same season when Gwen and Trent kissed. While Gwen and Duncan bonded, Heather didn't get mad because of an alliance did she? Instead, she said, "Aw, seems like Gwen and Duncan have more in common than bad fashion sense." -Heather. Since Gwen and Duncan seemed to be friends, wouldn't she have wanted to ruin their friendship or some sort so they didn't have an alliance? Why didn't she do that? Instead she mocked them/shipped them (She saw aw) and did not try to cause some problems. Think about it.

This may be because Heather hates Gwen and loves pestering her but she knew something was up. In celebrity manhunt, she knew Gwen and Duncan had slight crushes on each other.

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I would really love to explain more because I have tons of ideas but I can't really express it or find the words. If I finally do, I'll make another one since this is too short. Bye!!

[theradicalace]

rambly post about splendid, splendont, and moral codes under the cut

thinking So hard abt these fuck up superheros you don't GET it.

okay, so like, splendid has been shown to be very single minded and tunnel visiony, to the detriment of other people, right? like, exploding handy's plane, setting petunia and giggles on fire, vaporising cub, and boiling a whole lake just to catch two thieves. he has ALSO been shown to disregard the well being of others to get what he wants. turning back time and letting a bunch of people die to save his bread, half assing a bunch of rescues to try and do his laundry, half assing a DIFFERENT bunch of rescues to read a romance novel, getting a bunch of people killed trying to track down mole and his camera, etc. AND he's been shown to react disproportionately to small slights. blowing up mole's car for honking at him.

all this paints a very interesting and.. frankly unflattering view of his morals. the kindest possible way to read it is just him being incompetent. the way i interpret him as a character goes heavy into headcanon territory and is only loosely based in canon.

to me, splendid has a very shallow and somewhat warped view of "good" and "evil". he's got a strong obsession with being "the good guy" and "the hero", but he doesn't really understand what that means, and he's mostly just repeating talking points without really thinking about them. thieves are criminals, criminals are bad, etc etc etc.

he falls into the trap of thinking he's a good person, and so everything he does is correct and justified. he would not be afraid to let someone he views as "evil" or "a criminal" come to serious harm or even death, for "the greater good" even if their crimes were just like, robberies or being a public nuisance. (do you see which characters i'm mentally autofilling here. there's a fic i want to write about this but that's a project for another day.) i do think he generally has good intentions, though! he's just got a lot of cognitive distortions going on up there that he should probably unpack with a therapist sometime.

now let's delve even further into headcanon territory, and talk about splendont, who's characterization i have entirely made up!

splendont, i think, frequently falls into the trap of getting too caught up in his rivalry with splendid. however, i think, if and when he's given a chance to work entirely independently, he would develop a more complex moral code.

i think he wouldn't put much focus, if any, on stopping crime specifically for the sake of stopping crime. not important to him. i think the core of his beliefs would be "i don't waste my time catching petty criminals when there's lives on the line". he's definitely not afraid to get his hands dirty and resort to violence, and he doesn't always consider the full ramifications of his actions, but he definitely tries to keep civilians out of harms way, and has a more public safety oriented mindset than splendid does. to him, being seen as "the hero" is not important, and if asked, he won't actually ever call himself a superhero, or anything of that nature. superpowered, sure, but he doesn't care for titles. i also think he's a very "ends justify the means" type of person, and can often be seen spouting off about "i did what i had to do." and all that good cliche stuff. could maybe be classed as an anti-hero? rough around the edges for sure

in conclusion: i want to study them both in a lab and my head is full of argumentative dialogue for them that i may never write

[monsterspet]

Tav is the God of Defiance

Headcanons/ Fic Plot Overview

A/N: Has life been kicking my ass? Yes, but let’s not get into that. The whole Tav as God thing has really been burrowing deeper into my psyche and I need to get it out here or I may actually just go insane.

Enjoy some quickly thrown together headcanon type ideas - I may expand on these later if I can find the time in between work and everything else.

See prior drunken ramblings about God!Tav here

Before BG3:

Tav has been living almost exclusively in the material plane since the events of the Second Sundering. While they are empowered to live amongst mortals because Ao forbids it they can’t exactly risk returning home in case they get stuck there. It's sneaking back in when your parents are distracted sort of situation.

I imagine that at one point that Tav was traditionally worshipped, but as the other Gods pulled further back on Ao’s command the mortals around Tav likely began to question why their God was still walking amongst them. Or maybe a wandering God is simply too hard to keep track of in legend - especially when they can no longer disclose their godhood to followers. The old ones die - and no one was there to replace them. The traditional faith simply died out.

Tav has been adventuring for centuries, strengthening the resolve of their companions in the face of dire circumstances and impossible odds. This defiance they demonstrate in close proximity to the God enough to sustain Tav even if it wouldn’t grant them the same power they had before from temples and clerics.

I think regardless of the class you choose Tav is at least a little bit of a bard - if only to hide their godly magic as some form of bardic inspiration during a battle.

They always inevitably end up alone as their companions leave them behind, either leaving adventuring to retire or more likely dying despite Tav’s best effort.

While they can defy almost anything, there’s a finality in death that’s much older and primal than even Ao and there’s nothing to be done against that. Tav takes the pleasure they can in staving off death for their beloved friends as long as possible before it comes to claim them.

Tav doesn’t just simply gravitate towards the longer lived races on Toril, there’s something more potent probably in the defiance of a mortal that is risking their almost comically short life in comparison to that of an aged elf. Though longer lived races do allow Tav to go longer before losing another friend or lover.

During BG3:

As a God, hearing whispers of a new God calling itself the Absolute isn’t what you want to hear. Not when they - like you, appear to be directly interfering with the lives of mortals. Tav gets away with it purely by the nature of their domain. This new God may not be so lucky.

Combined with the increase of murders in Bhaal’s name in Baldurs Gate, and stirrings at Moonrise Towers which Tav knows all too well to be a Shar cursed land - Tav is compelled to investigate.

Finding themselves aboard a nautiloid has Tav panicked - this is looking to be a much larger threat to their beloved mortals than previously expected.

They have no allies with them though - no angered cries or acts of defiance to power them in this moment. Not that it matters. Interfering in the lives of a handful of mortals is one thing - but fighting against multiple Gods for the sake of all mortals would be a step too far for Ao.

This all changes when Tav is infected with a mindflayer tadpole.

Those infected with tadpoles are a threat to all those around them for many reasons. An individual with secret and forbidden knowledge is a tantalizing target to add to an illithid colony’s hive mind. What would happen if a God were to be transformed? Tav’s hand is forced, they’ll need to escape - gather allies and fight.

Upon crashing the nautiloid near the Emerald Grove and realising that most of their innate abilities are dampened by the psychic powers of the tadpole, Tav has to scramble to form an adventuring party. Thankfully - a group of desperate adventurers all with their own tadpoles to remove and lives they desperately want to return to just may very well have enough defiance in them for Tav to kill a God.

Tav just has to convince them to fight long enough to get the job done.

[nancypullen]

Hole in One

Alrighty! I returned home from Florida yesterday, racing ahead of storms the whole way. The mister and I arrived in our driveway around 5 o'clock and I immediately dumped suitcases and started laundry. I had to get a jump on things, it's just a week until Christmas and I can't be bogged down with run of the mill chores - I have stuff to do! My visit with my mom and sister was fun, we spent most of it shopping and eating, the two sacred female activities. I had hoped to get a haircut while I was down there since the Denton stylists have done me wrong (fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice...they've fooled me twice already). But there just weren't any appointments available. I'm tempted to get a short hairstyle, even though I don't like my face with short hair. It might be easier as far as wash and dry, but I'd have to maintain it with cuts every six to eight weeks so that's actually higher maintenance. Looks like I will sail into old age with pony tails and Farrah layers. At this point I really don't care. My mother suggested I just let it grow and sport a long braid. That appeals to me - seems like a very artsy, slightly hippie vibe, and I'm a fan of that. It may also mean I've given up. You win, hair.

My sister's birthday was on our schedule for the visit. We celebrated with presents, a good dinner, and dessert. She said that she wanted a fruit platter instead of a cake, and the birthday girl's wishes are supposed to come true.

We didn't get to light those candles. She'd contracted the plague right before traveling and no one wanted her blowing all over the fruit. It wasn't covid, but she spent most of the trip coughing, dripping, and blowing. Not fun for her at all. On the other hand, if you have stock in facial tissue or Sudafed she boosted your profits. Merry Christmas. Still, a good time was had by all and then we flew away to our respective nests. And speaking of flying, on my way down to Florida I gave the gift that keeps on giving - laughter. Apparently, choosing to fly comfortably in my favorite old jeans was a mistake. They broke up with me on this trip. We parted ways.

Sadly, I was unaware that it had happened. I have no idea how long I walked around showing the world my underwear. I had a three hour layover in Atlanta where I walked around and around and up and down. Escalators, trains, jetways - you're welcome holiday travelers. Enjoy telling your friends about the lady in front of you who didn't know her pants had split. It wasn't until I arrived at my mother's house that my sister pointed out that it looked like I'd "had a blow out". Of course. It wasn't even because they were tight, they weren't, just really, really old. They'd been washed a million times, I suppose I should have checked them for thinning spots. Naturally travel day was the day the threads just couldn't hold on another minute. Oh well. If you were in the Atlanta airport on December 12th and saw an old lady's underwear, speak kindly of her. She didn't know. Today I'm doing the bare minimum. I have a very busy few days ahead and no rest in sight until the new year. I feel myself coming down with my sister's cold, or maybe it was given to me by any of the hundreds of people hacking and snorting in the airports and on planes. I have too much to do to be sick, so I'm going to pretend it's not happening. I'm ready for Christmas, but not all of the meals involved. I'll be feeding a crowd from the 22nd through, I think, the 29th. Other than Xmas dinner I'm keeping it simple. A big pot of chili one night, sheet pan suppers, maybe a pasta bake with rotini and meatballs, definitely something in the crockpot one night. I'm out of ideas. None of that sounds delicious to me, and certainly not as healthy as we'd normally eat, but I just need to get through that week of meals. No one will die from it.

So I'm making my grocery list and checking it twice, then I'm going to wash my hair, and finish up a little laundry. Mickey has a photo club meeting tonight so I'm just making quick taco bowls (seasoned ground turkey, black beans, cauliflower rice, tomato & onion, etc) for dinner. I may spend the evening watching Hallmark movies and pretending I live in one of those adorable fictional towns. I'll be the struggling bakery owner trying to charm the big city exec who represents the corporation trying to buy out my little shop. We'll fall in love somewhere between the obligatory snowball fight and accidentally bumping into each other under the mistletoe. Although I'm strapped for cash I'll wear a different designer coat and new boots in every scene. In the end he won't be able to resist me and my fabulous wardrobe and he'll surprise me by becoming a silent investor in my bakery and dropping to one knee in front of the town's giant Christmas tree (or an ice skating rink, your choice). The predictable plot lines are what I love about them. I hope your week has been better than split pants and sneezes, and that you spend your evening feeling cozy and content. That's my goal. The countdown to Santa has begun and I couldn't be happier. Let's do this! Sending out lots of love. Stay safe, stay well, go ahead and have another cookie. XOXO, Nancy