#cuz i was definitely like. i'm going to try to write something that captures more of a literary style

[yorshie]

If you're still doing requests, would you be willing to do Raph with 18 as fluff? Something like reader coming to the lair after work and trying to brush off a fever? (Side blog is rye-smiles, recently made. I've only followed for a few weeks but I've always loved TMNT. Your writing is getting me into bayverse for the first time ☺️ I love your style and characterization (of the turtles and the reader))

Hello! Thank you for including your side blog name! Doesn't matter how long you've been in the Trash Pile, we're just happy you're here :)

And YEEESSS another convert! Glad you're getting into bayverse, I'm sorry my writing operates on the assumption you've already seen the movies lol. It is my main jammy jam, but I try not to talk bad about the other iterations, I like all the turtles.

And Alrighty~ Let's get to Big Red (sorry if this feels a bit disjointed i was going for sick reader-not much visual info)

The world wasn't quite spinning sideways when you tipped through the turnstiles and into the Lair, but you definitely counted yourself lucky that a cool grip caught your shoulder before you could spill onto the floor.

A flash of red fluttered beside your face, and you let out a little sigh, comforted that it was Raph who had caught you. His grip was gentle, fingers curling to squeeze lightly when you did nothing more than hang in his grip.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" He asked somewhere above your line of sight, and you nodded stubbornly, not realizing you continued the motion doggedly until his other hand came up to press against your forehead, the little scales on the back of his hand almost smooth against you.

"You sure about that, tiger? Cuz you feel really warm." You leaned into the cool hand pressing against your skin, barely feeling it when he moved to palm the side of your face.

"Alright, clearly out of it then. C'mon." The earth swayed violently, and you were intensely glad there was nothing left in your stomach to protest the movement. Another blink and you were airborne, cradled in a strong grip that gently swayed. Your mind tiredly supplied different parts of the familiar Lair moving slowly past as Raph carried you through the living room and up the stairs leading to personal spaces.

You thought you'd only blinked, but the next thing you were aware of was cold sheets and a blanket being tucked over you, breath painting your face as Raph crouched in front of you.

You tried to shift away into the comforting plush of his blankets, but he tapped you gently on your cheek to get your attention. "Not yet, sweetheart. You gonna puke?" When you tiredly shook your head, he spoke again. "You take any medicine?"

Another shake, and he finally smoothed a hand over your hair, inviting you to snuggle into the silent affection. "Alright, well.... stay here, don't go trying to wander off. I'm gonna go check with Don on some stuff. Be right back."

You did little more than hum to show you'd heard, and maybe understood, before footsteps walking away drifted through your sleepy mind and you snuggled into Raph's bed once more.

In what felt like no time at all, hands were curling around your arms, pulling you upright to lean against the hard edge of a plastron. You grumbled at the treatment, trying to slop back into the blankets and return to their warmth.

Raph snorted, gave his own grumble that rattled across your skin, and your eyes opened blearily just in time to see the cup of reddish pink medicine heading straight for your slack mouth.

Artificial cherries. You must have made some sort of face, because Raph shushed your apparent protest.

"Nu uh, take it all." Your hand came up to hold onto the cup, to control the flow of liquid, and Raph let you do so, only pulling the cup away when it was empty. "Alright, now, drink some water."

You did as he asked, watching him watch you oh so closely, taking in the way he kept his hands out in case you toppled off his side. When you handed the water back and laid down once more, you captured one hand, bringing it lazily up to your face as a substitute for a cold pack.

His chuckle was lost to the undignified snore you let loose, but you felt the slow pet of his thumb over your cheek right before you dropped off.

[trickster-shi]

Okay so. I've read your home across the universe series fully, and I'm busy with my second read through. It's just so good. I'm waiting for my AO3 account to set it up and be able to actually bookmark and comment that way but I seriously need you to know how amazing the whole 'verse you've created is. Reading it and seeing all the updates pop up has been the highlight of a very bleak year.

I absolutely love your writing style, it captures everything in such a perfect measure and mix of the emotional, physical, thoughts, actions etc. It's honestly incredible. I can picture everything so clearly as I read and it's wonderful.

I especially love the way you characterise everyone. Even while making the 'verse your own and tweeking the characters personalities cuz if their ages and lives and backgrounds, you stuck to the basics of all their personalities and that's an insane talent you have.

I'm a massive fan of Noah Stilinski and the way you write him is literally my favourite written version of him. I eat it up like I'm starving. The whole dynamic and flow of his and Stiles' relationship is brought to incredible life in your writing. I LOVE me some Stilinski fam. The acknowledgement of the ways Noah can fall short while having him do better and all that was awesome.

Also, what first gave you the idea for the series at all?? And what ideas can you share that you might have for it in future? Do you have any headcannons that you have specific to your verse?

Just go ham and talk about your writing cuz I love it and I would love to hear and see more!!!

Loads of love and support!

- Tae

Oh my gosh, Tae, this comment made my morning and made me cry! Thank you for your kind words, I’m so very happy you enjoyed my ‘verse so much, it’s the highlight of my day to know it brought someone happiness. (Internet hugs!) And I can definitely go ham talking about this ‘verse :D

To be honest, I wrote this series because I needed to prove to myself I still could write something, anything. When I started it I was near to burnout. I’d self published a book I’d been writing and rewriting for years, and every draft I wrote for the sequel just did not work. I kept finishing drafts, editing, tweaking, and nothing in it came out right. So I would start from scratch and try again, and again, until I got to a point where it was like…I didn’t know if I could write anymore. I felt like I had lost the ability, like everything I’d ever learned about writing was trickling away and there was no way to stop it.

All my words felt like garbage.

I kept trying because writing has been the main constant in my life and living without it, giving up, was too scary to contemplate. But there was a wall I just couldn’t seem to get past, so I turned to fan fiction more and more to lose myself in when writing left me feeling like a fraud.

I got hooked on time travel au’s and read everything under that tag for Teen Wolf. I also read some superhero au’s, and ideas just started click-clacking in my brain, bouncing off each other, trying to make a picture. I resisted at first because I’d never written for Teen Wolf before, just Supernatural, so I was apprehensive about getting the characters wrong. Iin the end I decided, what the hell. Fanfic was supposed to be fun, I needed something fun, something interesting and new.

And I wanted more Sheriff Stilinski because, hell yeah, he is an AWESOME character and his relationship with Stiles was one of the first things that really fascinated me when I started watching the show. I always wished more had been done with him, there was so much potential. So once I had enough ideas mashed together in my head I wrote Teenage Vigilante Witch fast and hard. I didn’t let myself sit too much on it. In fact, it was finished before I started posting and I got the whole thing up in one day and then just sat back and marveled at the fact that I’d finished something. Finished it, threw it out into the world, and didn’t let my perfectionism get in the way for once. And it grated, because that story was (and still is) incredibly rough.

But I proved I could still write. That gave me hope.

Then the comments started pouring in. It was like discovering what water was like after wandering a desert for an eternity. The kindness, the encouragement, the love that came through from everyone who read it was amazing and I couldn’t believe it. That initial validation warmed me and commenters wondered if there would be more. I was still gun-shy about sequels, especially since I hadn’t written the Sheriff’s POV yet. So Case 405 came about as testing the waters with his POV and inner voice, and that was well received, so I sat down to figure out what else I wanted to explore, because I loved playing in this world and I knew there was more to tell.

Before I started on Whistle in the Dark, I decided on some parameters for the series to keep it narrowed down and deliberate. I have a bad habit of wandering sometimes, and losing the plot, and then getting myself stuck, which was part of what happened with the sequel I wrote and burned out on.

I decided that I wanted to focus on the father-son relationship, as well as the budding brotherly relationship between older and younger Stiles. I wanted to explore the canon trauma Stiles came with and to build off it for what I changed, because so much of his suffering was swept under the rug. I wanted to dig into what it would mean to be transported to a parallel world with no hope or point in returning, how that would effect someone, how they would learn to build a new life for themselves.

So that became the focus of the new stories and as I built and explored I listened to the comments people were leaving to get a feel for what worked and what didn’t and the feedback was so helpful in how the series came to be shaped. For once I didn’t feel alone on the journey, and it continues to humble and amaze me that so many other people found comfort in the story and loved it enough to keep up with it for over two years. The entire experience taught me a lot, enough that I feel way more confident returning to original stories because my biggest dream is still to be a published author and for my books to support me.

But I’m still going to write fan fiction. Some sandboxes are too much fun not to play in and I have a TW/Firefly series that will be updated soon, as well as a couple unrelated one shots that I’ll be finishing next year when I’m not working on a new original project that I hope to have published by the end of 2023 or early 2024 (fingers crossed!).

As for the future of the series, I have one more story planned to tell in it. More of like an extended epilogue that takes place about seven years down the road for all the characters. That one will complete this series. I don’t want to give too much away, but I will say that the Stilinski clan continues to expand a little, the young pack continues to get into shenanigans, the hunters are still sort of around, and the sheriff is still watching over everything with a sharp papa bear-eye. ;) Oh, and Derek and Stiles are even more adorable and supportive of each other (or more obnoxious, if you ask Mini-Stiles, he's got Opinions).

Oh, headcanons. I could be here for days with this, lol! I will say there is one head canon I really hold onto but didn’t use for this series, and that is that Parrish is actually Camden Lahey. I saw that one going around on Tumblr and forgot about it, then saw it again after writing Camden into the story and it was one of those moments I wanted to scream, because that would have been such a cool element to include and for Stiles to grapple with. But I’m okay with how Camden turned out anyway. And Parrish may find a way to appear in the epilogue in some shape or form, we’ll have to see.

Thank you so much for messaging me today, Tae. It was a wonderful present to find after I woke up this morning and thank you for asking me to talk about the series. It truly became a labor of love and it helped me combat the darkness in my own life so I’m so happy it was able to do the same for others. I would not mind doing this again if there’s anything else you want to know.

Thank you again, and I hope you have a wonderful day and/or holiday! <3<3<3

[bioshoook]

for the wip/upcoming fic asks: 🌀���️ ☔

🌀Post the fic summary for a fic you haven’t written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing…

So this summary is for a Once Upon a Witchlight fic I plan on releasing once I uhhh actually finish it haha. "After being brought back from their tragic end to the fight with the Jabberwock and the chaotic day that follows, the krew is finally able to rest in the shelter of Little Oak. Unfortunately with finding the time to rest, it allows their memories of the horrific fight to come back in the silence of the night before they can sleep and all they have is the comfort of each other and knowing that they're still alive. aka the Witchlight krew gets some much needed group therapy after episode 46"

🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP.

I don't always love writing dialogue, I'm more of a settings and descriptions kind of gal, but this is an exchange between Kremy and Gideon from OUAW: “I may be a thief and a conman, but I am a man of my word and we made a deal. You will always have a place beside me and with Frost and Gricko, carnival or no carnival. Even if they’ve run us out to the very outskirts of Agwe, we run together, that’s what a crew does.”

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you’d like to just explain and share because you’re not sure you’ll ever write it? If so, what is it?

The most obvious one I could think of would be my Alfreyco fantasy au (i'm talking like epic lotr length fantasy au). It's unfortunate to say, but I think my time writing Alfreyco is over :(( if I come back to it one day I'll be ecstatic, but I'm not counting on it. So on that note, this AU was about the ship alfreyco (Trevor/Alfredo from RT) in a fantasy setting. Both Trevor and Alfredo are princes of neighboring kingdoms and have been close friends since childhood. As they grow older they grow closer still, unbeknownst to the other they both start getting crushes on each other cuz i'm a sucker for childhood friends/friends to lovers. Now one kingdom worships the sun and the other the moon (Alfredo in the sun kingdom and Trevor in the moon kingdom) and both kingdoms got along fantastic! They would trade and have festivals together and the people of the kingdoms would travel back and forth and live in whichever kingdom they chose to. One day during a festival in the sun kingdom (Alfredo's kingdom) there is an eclipse (this wonderful idea was given to me by @shyafwriter btw and it was such a good idea omg! she actually helped a lot with the brainstorming of this fic) which neither kingdom is familiar with and therefore one kingdom believes, essentially that it's god is being overtaken by the other. There's a lot of people freaking out, some people of one god cheering, and it's just chaos. This whole event results in the kingdoms shutting it's gates to the other. Nobody is allowed to go between the kingdoms and Alfredo and Trevor are split up for iirc 7-8 years with no communication in between. Then we go to the present and Alfredo and Trevor are now older and have been fed propaganda from their parents about the other family/kingdom that whole time. I wouldn't say they're enemies at this point, but they definitely do not like each other. The two kingdoms meet after all these years and something happens during the meeting that makes the kingdom of the moon believe that the sun kingdom is trying to do something malicious and harm them, but that's not the case. Trevor is the only one who thinks something is up and ends up convincing Alfredo (who had been captured by Trevor's kingdom) to go on a quest to prove Alfredo's innocents and there's a whole lot of drama on the trip, Trevor steals a horse, there's smooching and to guys getting to know who the other really is after all the years of being lied to and plenty of moments with one saving the other and near death experiences :). Oh i forgot to mention that both Alfredo and Trevor would have powers from their respective gods, Trevor would have shadow powers from the moon and Alfredo would be able to control light (think of Alina and the Darkling's powers from Shadow and Bone) so there's that. And then in the end they would fight the big bad after finding her and prove to Trevor's family and kingdom that Alfredo and his family are innocent and then Trevor and Alfredo get married in a wedding that is like the one in Return of the King, but indoors and less hobbity i guess. And it's just a nice happy ending after they've been through a hard and long quest with each other. I really wish I was going to write more of this and publish it (including the Outlast one and the Titanic au too), but even tho I put so much time into working on them and thinking about them and talking about them I just don't think they're going to get published, like ever. But if anyone is curious about them you can always come message me and I'd love to talk to you about them. I may not be into this ship actively anymore, but I'll always hold this ship close to my heart 💖

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary180

3/13-14/2024

wednesday - thursday

work was okay, cuz it was short.

otherwise, i've just been doing rough takes for a song i'll probably complete tomorrow, i hope. i rewrote the lyrics, and maybe i can get another done tomorrow too. otherwise, not a lot to say. i wonder if i'm getting on my own nerves. like idk. i feel like lyrics are hard, harder than prose, it does annoy me that i can't just kind of just go like i can with prose, which takes me places i don't normally go, which means i can go there again, with lyrics, it's weird. maybe i should try writing more repetitious things. or something. i think of stuff like the sick lipstick, or idk, i guess i can go weird places, it's just i worry about the first things my mind approaches. that being said i think i like these lyrics for this song now, and i definitely like the lyrics on the other song that's super short.

beyond that, today, idk, i've done a good amount but less than yesterday. i need to get my phone fixed soon. the home button on it is really messed up and unresponsive, but i wonder if this is even the kind of thing that can be fixed easily. i'll find out soon-ish i suppose.

i think i am really just itching to get back into literature proper, i guess. not that theory isn't literary, i just, idk, i guess the images it gives me, discipline and punish, in particular, are very particular, but maybe i can use that to some benefit, read up on anatomy, get a better understanding of bodies, so when he inevitably describes something grisly, i could imagine better, or think which bones and muscles may be attacked, and there in the language of anatomy, a kind of poetry? i guess it's a good idea. there is a lot of poetry to be discovered in the fields of science, in the language it gives and how you can bend it. it resists being toyed with so much, which makes the toying with it much better.

anyway, it is late, in my desire to read something literary i opened up castle to castle by celine. it is funny, and miserable, which i like. it is an old man ranting to you, that is its form, there are so many ellipses, constant...i remind you... constant... it could not be any other way, it has to be ... like this. it captures a special bitterness. it is also funny. the novel is also medically pointed, as the main character is a doctor. as was celine, i think? so the abjection of human bodies and how doctors don't really care, at least some don't, so the horror of medical reality, is on display. fun, i think.

but i am tired,

so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[bsaka7]

would you mind some director's commentary on scenes of an american artist'? maybe the rhode island scene especially? it's one of the most beautiful things i've ever read, and that part is so perfect to me, i think about it a lot. :)

I'll do the end bit of the Rhode Island scene (around the quote!). and thank you for the job app luck!! i just finished my draft of some responses...so here is an answer for you under the cut! Also I'm so glad you enjoy 😭😭

Sebastian pretended he was engrossed in his book, though he had mostly been watching Charles, thinking thoughts that he did not believe he should have in public [1959 baby!]. He believed that his feelings for Charles should be kept in a lock box, only to come out when it was just the two of them. Still, he found his mind drifting when he was at work, on his walk home. He would eat a fresh banana and remember how Charles delighted the first time he had a truly good one [I was thinking about the extinction of the Cavendish banana here lmao]. He would hear a phrase in the break room and remember how Charles said it. He could not escape, and in truth, he did not want to [Charles haunts him!].

Charles laid out on the sand next to Sebastian [Realized recently beach scenes are very common for me -- I think it's the way of being together, separate but near other people, and the awe of the ocean in front of you]. “Read to me,” he demanded, his voice soft and firm [This fic was intentionally referential between art, media, etc. so I knew it was only a matter of time til we get closer to what I'm actually trying to capture (literature!). East of Eden is one of my all-time favorite books so. It also I think helps me play with American identity as I do a bit in this fic]. Sebastian loved how Charles got with him, how the layers of shyness had slowly been carved out over the year the three of them had spent in their small house. With Hanna, Charles still had the awkwardness of a man who did not grow up around women, but he was kind to her and she to him [This fic was a balancing act to me. I try to be -- fairly respectful? of real life relationships. which led to this dual presence/silence of Hanna in the text].

Sebastian acquiesced, because how could he not? [I do like when Seb is helpless to Charles in a way he doesn't quite understand. He likes him against himself. In this case, against his marriage, as opposed to racing.] He began from where his eyes had last landed.

He did not realize how much his voice thickened with truth as he read. The words came out lilted and true, as though they had come straight from Sebastian himself. They ran off his tongue as if they had been written just for the two of them [Confession! Also, I really struggled with this transition. I still feel it's a bit clunky and wish I could have done it in a little bit more of a subtle way, but it says what I want].

“In uncertainty I am certain that underneath their topmost layers of frailty men want to be good and want to be loved. Indeed, most of their vices are attempted short cuts to love. When a man comes to die, no matter what his talents and influence of genius, if he dies unloved his life must be a failure to him and his dying a cold horror. It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world.

We have only one story. All novels, all poetry, are built on the never-ending contest in ourselves of good and evil. And it occurs to me that evil must constantly respawn, while good, while virtue, is immortal. Vice has always a new fresh young face, while virtue is venerable as nothing else in the world is.” [This was actually a huge pain to decide what to put in here. At the time of writing this fic I didn't even have cell service in my house so I knew I had to pick something from a book I owned that was reasonably popular and came out before 1959. As you may imagine, I didn't have a huge number of options. I knew Steinbeck had some commentary on love so this is what I ended up pulling, which in turn shaped the next couple of paragraphs. I really like the opening "want to be good and want to be loved." For Sebastian, this is almost a confession. They never say they love each other, but of course, they do. This is the best way that I could figure to show it. I also think there was a slight play with vice/virtue charles/sebastian in terms of their relative positions to Hanna/the family unit in the house, which I also liked. I'm actually not that into literary analysis which is why this is probably a week explanation but I just wanted to add to that real interplay between medias in this piece and in how Sebastian can say something without saying it.]

Charles blinked up at him from where he lay. “So, which am I?” he asked with a cheeky smile. “Vice or virtue?” He tried to wink, and it crunched up his face so delightfully that Sebastian wished he could take a picture, tuck it in his wallet, hold it with him forever [I assume I was also thinking about the variety of Charles interpretations in fic, some of which show him as extremely...tempting? and others as like. nearly angelic. So this is also slightly in reference to that w/in fandom. Of course, he's also just teasing Seb because he knows what Seb will say].

“Virtue,” Sebastian said. He could not keep the sincerity out of his voice. He looked away, out to the deep blue expanse. There was a container ship on the horizon, a dark blob in the distance [He's in LOVEEEE. And I want to remember that even the seascape here is an industrial landscape.].

Sebastian had never said the words before and perhaps he never would, but he loved Charles, truly, and desired that love in return. But in that moment, under the sunlight, he felt as though perhaps he must, but he did not. He did not look at Charles for a long moment and Charles did not ask him to [Can't handle the truth of our own emotion etc]. That summer was the middle of things [The middle is nearly the end]. Neither of them would ever escape the memory, nor would they be able to capture it, the soles of their feet warm from the race on the beach, their faces red with sunlight [The capture it is in reference to Charles' art. Chasing a feeling. That's all we're doing with art, isn't it? I try but can't ever show you what's in my head]. Charles’ hands were cold from the sea, and he wanted nothing more to reach out and take Sebastian’s in his own, but he did not for there was a family down the way, laughing [period-typical homophobia etc. I actually did almost no research for this fic in terms of...anything. which is rare for me. Charles' cold hands for some reason is a common descriptor for me though. Huh!].

Charles held the words with him, though he said nothing himself. He wanted to tell Sebastian that he would not die unloved, but he could not find it in him [Seb in this is.......he is who he is. There was originally supposed to be a scene of him like. getting introduced to Columbia University gay culture at the time when he was like...18 but it didn't fit with the format of the fic. I think when I was writing this, I was thinking about how Seb and Hanna were good companions but not truly lovers. I maybe think about it as a different kind of love, now]. His heart bloomed as he watched Sebastian in profile, and he knew neither of them would ever be the same again [Every relationship changes you. So be it.].

[wc-m0ch4]

Silver the Hedgehog x gn! Reader Headcanons

This was self-indulgent lol I love Silver (and Shadow but we'll get to that 😏😈 )

⁂ He fucking adores you

⁂ Follows you around and asks about what you’re doing all the time

⁂ Pretty clingy but after Blaze talks to him he tries his best to give you some space when needed

⁂ Probably gets you little trinkets and what not, usually nature related (“Y/n, look! I found this cool rock on the beach earlier today! You can have it if you want.”)

⁂ You get him some packets of seeds and he goes bonkers

⁂ “Y/n! The lilies sprouted today! Which flower do you think will be next?”

⁂ There aren’t really any plants or greenery in the future... or anything alive, honestly

⁂ He already was fighting for a better future but now that he has you, he’s ten times more determined

⁂ “I’ll make sure our future is good, then, we can grow all the flowers we want, and everyone can come and look at them!”

⁂ Silver likes to borrow your clothes; they smell like you and they’re comfortable

⁂ Helps you around the house with chores and stuff using his telekinesis

⁂ You don’t want to sweep? He’s got it.

⁂ He likes physical touch and words of affirmation

⁂ Cuddling while you pet his head and compliment him 😩🙏🙏

⁂ He likes holding hands and just clinging to you in general. If you let him, he’ll sit in your lap or have you carry him around

⁂ If you’re a human you're like double his height so if you bend/crouch down to talk to him he gets super flustered

⁂ As much as he loves physical contact, he’s not a huge fan of PDA, social anxiety and all that

⁂ He’ll always hold your hand but if you see him glancing around, please don’t be offended. He loves you he’s just nervous someone will make some snide remark about him or, God forbid, you

⁂ On that note, he’ll capture anyone on the spot with his telekinesis if they insult/hurt you until they apologize

⁂ Silver is always ready to listen if you need to vent and try to make you feel better

⁂ Not the best if you want actual advice (You should probably go to Blaze for that) but will try to calm you down

⁂ Speaking of Blaze, Silver will be so nervous that she won’t like you. She’s a little cold at first, sticking to small talk and formalities for a while, but eventually she comes around. Once Blaze has given her stamp of approval Silver is so excited

⁂ He’ll plan out little friend outings with you three (and is even more excited if Blaze and you are laughing and chatting like real friends)

⁂ Of course, not every outing will include Blaze, but he does want to occasionally include her

⁂ Something I think would be funny is how you two would handle bugs

⁂ Silver would be terrified so either

A) You’re fine with them and he’ll ask you to catch them (not kill them cuz even tho he’s scared of them he still values their life) Or

B) You’re also terrified and it’s just you two screaming while you stand on the couch

⁂ You gotta introduce him to modern things, you just gotta

⁂ In the future, he doesn’t have social media, music, or just the internet in general

⁂ Any pop culture references go straight over his head

⁂ Introduce him to Tik Tok and he’ll be on that shit for HOURS

⁂ Definitely asks if you have games on your phone LMAOO (probably plays Candy Crush or something lol)

⁂ He gets insecure sometimes if you’re a human cuz he's a hedgehog so just reassure him that you’re not gonna leave him and give him a big hug

That's all I got for today, I lowkey forgot I had a Tumblr LMAO

Anyways, send in a request if you want something written (I mostly do headcanons for stuff, it's just easier)

I have a list of fandoms that I'm in/will write for so go nuts lol

[accidentally-logince]

I NEED MORE AXEL RONEN AND WINTER! I'm drawing Ronen right now.

Ask and ye shall recieve, anon (also if you were the one who submitted the drawing yesterday, I loved it)

Word Count: 1.6k

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Axel had noticed for a while now that his Daddy had a ring. He knows that he used to hide it under his shirt, because Axel has seen the string around his neck, and he’s seen him pull it out to sit on top of his shirt. Axel also knew that his old Mommy and Daddy had rings that kinda looked like that one, but they were on their hands. Wedding rings. Axel’s Daddy had a wedding ring. But his Papa didn’t.

Winter had just hopped into the van on the way back from an “errand” (that’s what Axel still called their little outings, even though he had been told long ago what was actually going on) and the telltale lurch of the van as he slammed his foot onto the gas was the hint to Axel that they were being chased.

Even though Axel knew he was supposed to stay in the back when the police were following them, he stumbled up to the front, leaning out from behind Winter’s seat.

“I have a question, Daddy,” Axel said, and Winter started in his seat, turning around quickly.

“Guppy, you know you’re supposed to stay in the back,” Winter said, turning back to peer through the sideview mirror.

“Yeah, but I wan'ed to ask you a question,” Axel repeated.

Winter worried his lip before caving. “Okay,” he said. “But stay behind the seat so no one sees you.”

Axel quickly ducks behind the passenger seat before asking, “is the ring ‘round your neck from Papa?” Axel watches Winter’s expression soften the tiniest bit.

“Yes, it is,” he answered, a smile playing on his lips.

“Is it a wedding ring?”

“Uh, yeah, you could call it that. I mean, we never actually–” Winter was cut off when a loud bang came from outside.

“Why doesn’t Papa have one too?” Axel asked, ignoring the loud noise.

“Y'know what, Guppy, I think maybe you could ask your Papa that question, I’m gonna need to focus, okay bud?”

Axel nodded, stumbling back to the mattress where Ronen sat, his eyes trained anxiously on Axel as he came back to meet him. “Is everything good up there?” he asked. Axel nodded, plopping down next to Ronen.

“Why don’t you have a ring?”

Ronen barked out a laugh. “Oh? Where’d that come from?”

“Because Daddy wears one around his neck but you don’t have one,” Axel pouted. “Did you lose it?”

“Trust me Guppy,” Ronen said. “If I’d gotten a ring from Winter, I would never dare take it off.” His eyes wandered to Winter in the front seat, a smile starting to push at the edges of his mouth. “No, the reason I don’t have one is just that he never got me one. I don’t really need one,” Ronen said with a little shake of his head. 

“But in the movies they put the rings on each other at th’ wedding! How did you do that if you didn’t have a ring?”

“We didn’t have a wedding,” Ronen says with a shrug, but Axel’s little eyes went wide.

“Why not?”

“We couldn’t legally set one up without being caught and put in jail.”

Axel stuck his tongue out in thought, brow furrowing. “No, I’m gonna make you a wedding,” he says a determined look in his eye. “Cuz if you love 'chother, then you deserve one!”

Ronen lets out a soft laugh. “You don’t have to do that, Guppy–”

“Nope! It’s too late,” Axel said matter-of-factly. “I made up my mind. Ronen laughed. 

"Okay then. I’m going to be expecting a top notch wedding though,” he joked, but Axel nodded enthusiastically.

“It’s gonna be th’ best wedding ever!” Axel hopped to his feet, stumbling across the van to dig in one of the storage bins for his notebook and a pack of glitter pens. He plopped down on the floor and opened to an empty page, starting to scribble furiously.

Ronen let out a laugh, pushing to his feet and moving to sit in the passenger seat, leaning over to give Winter a kiss as he sat down.

“It would seem we have a wedding planner on our hands,” Ronen said, peeking out the window. Winter chuckled. 

“Do we now?” he said with a grin. “A wedding for years after the proposal? That’s got to be some sort of record.”

“Far as I’m concerned, we’re already married,” Ronen says. 

“Oh, don’t get started,” Winter says with a playful roll of his eyes, “'I bought you a ring and I kissed you’” he says, repeating the words he’d heard from Ronen so many times. 

“In my rulebook, that’s about as married as we can get,” Ronen says. “And plus, I just really fucking love you~” He leans over and smiles sappily at Winter, who laughs, the tips of his ears turning pink.

“Shut up, you dork.” he giggles. Then he says, “I love you too.”

—

When they stopped the van later, they found Axel still huddled in the back, writing in his book.

“Can I see what you’ve got so far?” Ronen asked. Axel tucked the book against his chest, shaking his head.

“It’s a secret,” he says. “My eyes only.”

Ronen grinned. “Okay Guppy. Keep working hard.” He leaned over to ruffle Axel’s hair, and Axel giggled as he went back to writing.

“So what are we gonna be doing for our honeymoon then?” Ronen jokes, laying down next to Winter where he’s splayed out on the mattress.

Winter grins. “I’ve always wanted to go to the Bahamas.”

“I will do everything in my power to bring you to the Bahamas then,” Ronen said with a joking grin. Winter rolls his eyes playfully and leans over to give Ronen a kiss.

—

“Axel!” Ronen pushed the van door open. “We’re–oh, my God.” He stared at the back, Winter holding in a laugh behind him.

“Wedding day!” Axel was sitting in the middle of the van, absolutely swamped in balloons. He threw his hands up, knocking a few into the air for a moment.

“Guppy,” Winter said, still trying to suppress his laughter. “Where did you get all of these?”

Axel pointed behind them, towards the little shopping center they’d just returned from after finishing their errands. “Dollar store! And I got cupcakes too. I paid with my bottle money!” They’d started giving Axel a monthly allowance of whatever money they got going through bottle depots. Axel would find bottles on the ground near the van and bring them in after Winter told him they were worth ten cents each. 

“Come with me!” Axel pushes himself to his feet, stumbling over the balloons to hop out of the van and lead them around to the other side, where a little box of cupcakes was laid out on the grass. “You gotta stand under those trees,” he told them, pointing to an arch formation made by two trees that had grown too close together. 

“Guess nature wants us to get married too,” Ronen jokes, before taking Winter’s hand and leading him beneath the arch.

Axel clapped his hands excitedly, running over to stand in front of them. He opened his book and started to read, then cut himself off. “Wait,” he says, digging in the pockets of his overalls and producing a ring. Winter’s eyes go wide as Axel hands it to him. “You give this to Papa,” he whispers, grinning as Winter takes it and inspects it. “I tried my bestest to find one that looked like yours.”

“Where… where did you get this, Axel?”

Axel frowns. “I wanted to buy it with my bottle money, too, but they make them so ess-pensive,” he says. Then his face lights up. “So I stole it!”

Both of them stare at Axel. “You.. stole it?” Ronen asks, and Axel nods his head proudly. “Damn. I don’t know if I should be proud or concerned.”

“Baby’s first theft,” Winter mutters with a half smile. making Ronen snort, “But don’t steal again, okay Buddy?” Then, worried he sounds like a hypocrite, he adds, “maybe we’ll teach you when you’re older.”

“Okay, now we can start,” Axel say, opening his notebook again and clearing his throat dramatically, but he frowns again and asks Winter, “am I 'llowed to call you and Papa by your real names? It’s in the script.”

Winter has to hold his hand to his mouth to keep from laughing. “That’s okay, Guppy.”

“Okay! So… d'you, Winter Naven,” Axel giggles after saying his name, “take Ronen Koster t'be your husband?”

“I do,” Winter says, deciding not to mention that Axel definitely missed a few lines there.

“And d'you, Ronen Koster–”

“I do.”

"I didn’t even finish,” Axel giggles.

“Yeah, but I already know that I want to marry him,” Ronen says, and the tips of Winter’s ears go pink. “I’m just waiting for us to get to the kiss.”

“Ronen!” Winter hides his face in his hands, a flustered smile pushing onto his lips.

“You gotta give Papa the ring first,” Axel says. 

They were definitely doing this out of order, bu nonetheless, Winter takes Ronen’s hand and slips the ring on. Something about the gesture feels special. A wedding in their sweaters, with an eight-year-old as the minister, and a stolen ring. But he couldn’t help grinning at Ronen as he slipped it past his knuckle.

“I now pronounce you man and… um… shit–”

“Don’t say shit.”

“Man and man! You may now kiss the groom,” Axel says, closing his book. Ronen cups Winter’s face, pulling him in to capture his lips. Winter wraps his arms around Ronen’s waist, grinning into the kiss. After a few moments, they pull apart, noses still touching. Winter’s whole face has gone pink.

“I love you,” Ronen mutters.

“You’re such a sap,” Winter giggles. “I love you too.”

—

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[alexandria-selina]

Into the App

(This is a Mystic Messenger AU thank decided to write. Hope everyone like it!)

"…and after all the hard ships, they all lived happy lives," a woman, Alex, finished typing on her laptop. "I guess that's the end of It, huh? Looks like I can write them all a happy ending, even after giving them hardships to face!"

After figuratively patting herself on the back for writing her Mystic Messenger fanfic, Alex how late it was on her clock and had a protein shake before bed. Making herself comfortable under the covers, Alex closed her eyes and slipped into a dream.

"You think you made yourself a wonderful world inspired by mine? How would you like to live in the world you've created," a smooth, disembodied voice asked. "You might have to give something up for it though…"

"The one where everyone has a happy ending? I don't think I'd mind," Alex answered without hesitation. "Do I get to choose what I have to give up?"

"How about your memories of your life here? But, if you forget who you were to become the woman, Kia, you wrote about in your story, you might have an empty feeling inside of you," the voice warned. "A hole in your heart that will never be truly filled… A happy ending for all but you will never fully be. Are you prepared for that?"

"I'm definitely prepared for that if I get to live in a world where I know there will be a happy ending. I'm prepared to have a hole in my heart and I will make sure it doesn't drive me into sadness. I promise, I will gladly exchange my memories to switch places with Kia."

"So be it… I will give you your wish, but remember that it was your choice."

Alex wakes up to see a notification on her phone from the app at simply said, "We have good news!"

She opens the app to see a note:

Due to your wish to find the best possible ending and even writing about it yourself. The Wizard has granted you the power to make a world in your own image to have these characters. Though there will be a feeling of emptiness in your heart from the loss of your past life's memories, you will have your happiest ending. This honor is only awarded to certain people, so will you seize the opportunity?

And there were two options:

"I would, but I can't leave my life... So, I'm saying no."

Or

"Yes, I will accept the consequences. I'll leave my life behind."

Alex chooses the second answer, having forgotten about her dream, she thought it meant she'd get her own DLC, but as soon as she tapped the option, Alex blacked out.

She woke up to her name being called, by an excited voice:

"Kia, hey! Kia! Rika to my daydreaming friend Kia!"

Snapping out of her thoughts about the photograph in front of her, Kia turns to the bubbly blonde next to her and grabs her by the collar. With venom in her voice, the short haired blonde speaks:

"How dare you address me like we're friends, you crazy, sociopathic bitch?! What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Kia, it's me, Rika," the long-haired blonde said while struggling to get out of the grasp. "I was just trying to give you your coffee."

"Oh, shit, I'm so sorry about that, Rika," Kia said immediately releasing her good friend. "I need to stop watching psychological horror before my pistachio-rose latte with 3 shots of espresso," she admits, taking a sip of her drink and turning her attention back to the photo.

"Otherwise, might you might accidentally kill me," Rika added.

"Yeah, that's why... Not cuz I would be arrested and definitely not get into a good school if I committed murder," Kia said with a nonchalant glance away from the photograph in front of her.

"You scare me sometimes..."

"Good, it teaches you to be nicer to me and take me seriously," she said jokingly. "Why don't we get sone lunch?" As Kia finished her question, a man with Turquoise hair walked up to the two women.

"Hello there Miss, I noticed you've staring at this piece for quite a long time. Would you mind if we talk about it further over lunch," he asked in a suave, confident tone.

"Well, I wouldn't mind at all Mr. Kim, but my friend and I are actually-" Kia began to say before turning to find Rika wasn't beside her anymore.

"Wait, where did she go?"

"Where did who go?"

"My friend, she was right here..." As Kia trailed off, her phone chirped and she saw a text from Rika to have fun on her date. "Actually, it looks like I'm free right now. I'd love to take that offer."

"Your phone is set to chirp for notifications, Miss? That's really cute," Mr. Kim complimented with a chuckle.

"Thanks, but you don't have to keep calling me Miss. I'm Kia Barker," she said, giving her hand for him to shake.

"My name is Jihyun Kim, but you already knew that," he introduced as he placed a kiss on the back of her hand.

"Oh, of course, I know what the famous V's real name is. I simply adore your work," she assured with a small blush.

"You seem to love this photograph quite a bit more than the others. What drew you to it?"

"I feel like it's a piece that captures the essence of determination and willingness to brave the harshest of conditions to survive. A bright light shines upon the violet flowers as they stick together through the harsh wind that threatens to blow them apart. Supporting each other against the odds to grow beautifully, with vibrant and healthy color."

"That's quite the analysis. Why don't we continue it once we're seated at the restaurant around the corner?"

"I don't see why not. I'd love to continue this conversation," Kia said, giving V the okay to lead the way to the restaurant.

Kia and V were seated rather quickly, at a nice table for two. The server took thier drink order and brought bread for the table. The pair began dicudssing thier order, V saying that he would pay for everything, so they agreed on a 3 course dinner for two and then went on to dicuss more with each other.

The conversation began with Kia telling V how much she loved his photos and why she enjoyed them so much. Then, they moved on to talking more personal subjects. The usual, 'where are you from', 'how old are you', turned into 'there was this funny thing that happended to me when I was a kid'. By the end of the meal, they were laughing happily with full stomachs and bright smiling faces. V paid for the meal and the two walked out the restaurant holding hands. Kai was the first to speek after they left:

"Wow, it's already 3 o'clock," she noticed looking at her watch. "We sat in there for a good 3 hours."

"We definintely had pleanty to talk to each other about. Especially with those stories of you and your brother," V chuckled as he recalled Kia's childhood stories.

"Your adventures with Jumin were actually rather interesting. I never thought the two of you would get into trouble like that. How cute," Kia commented.

"So, what's the plan now?"

"I'd love to stay and talk somemore, but I should get home so I can read up for my class tomorrow."

"That's right, you're studying to be a councelor and Professor, aren't you?"

"And for that exact reason, I need to make sure I don't fall behind. Maybe we can meet up later, how does that sound?"

"I have a photo shoot this weekend. I don't see why you and your friend couldn't join me on sight. My friend Jumin's going tot be there so I don't see why I can't invite two more. Bringing her might help make up for her leaving so we can enjoy ourselves?"

"That doesn't sound like a bad idea. Here, let me give you my number and you can text me the location of the shoot. I'm sure my friend Rika won't mind coming with me and properly meeting you and Jumin."

V and Kia exchanged numbers and V offered to walk her home. Kia appreciated the offer, but she had her car to drive and Rika to find and take home. V then offered to walk her to the car and she agreed, and they walked hand in hand to Kia's car. V made sure Kia and Rika were safe and he watched them dirve off, happy to know he'd be seeing Kia again soon.

(This is Kia)

[the-firebird69]

The actual band from 2015 to present

Too loud thier horseshit baby rants

Foundvthemm dead on the side of the road and revived them held them I the house for days asked them questions as if I was interested in band life, said you don't want to go out there it's bad abandoned town you flipped a trip wire hit a boobybtrap... Said it lk bja

Filled them in they were in upstate NY had no gas left thier rig.... Trip wire or no gas, I explained the booby trap emptied the tank the felt better, seeped into the roadway concrete not tar

Good they said sarcastically where can we go from here, I said nowhere I'm trapped guarded by things

I got real heavy showed them how I survive grabbed a glass broke it. They were astounded no blood. They tried got hurt didn't try any more. It was cold November last year, I asked in a serious voice what's cold November rain mean, they said it like this isn't it cold in November, I said yes rains colder too.

Then they said it like this Everyman knows I said I'm not Everyman tons of stuff circulates.

They knew what I meant.

Said it's like this old ppl know, so Flor makes sense and went on discussing musical instruments, they said well you were so serious I replied most think it's that south thing. Colder in the south...

They stopped and replied what about it, they all ssy ut you say it so why ask

Your guns and roses I figured that I would ask you told me I don't want to be rude.

Ate like the queer bja does

They said stop it I said stop what we told you the answer, and they said it again I said I have odd mannerisms. They looked keenly at me who are you. I said bja character. They laughed we knew it your one of them. I said I knew who you are and it's not funny why is it funny.

Your act is world famous for annoying ppl every day we see it and make fun of it tell me how do you do it get prepared.

Then I say this, I don't I just do it was brought up to. He put up his knife said we skin you alive for it it's insulting.

I say I'm not doing it on purpose, I walk funny too. And he eyeballs me I get up slow and walk, the strange way you see bja, no up and dn.

So they laugh are you gifted I said no handicapped. They clapped ok we get it not trying, but do you know you annoyed your brother for many many years by doing it. He was always wondering what you were doing it for

I said no in disbelief he says I'm rudecand dangerous and provolk him.

Then he poked fun said I know, challenged me for my car. I took it upon myself to say no. They said, no just no, we are rockers man... They tried to acvost me for them I belted one hard, he went down. I said don't do that. They said don't do what. And I said nothing

They talked he got up said he was sorry, I said I have to ask you to leave now. They said no.

I said leave

They would not

I started to try and make them one pulled out a knife I closed it on his fingers, he said ouch why did you do that I said to cut the tendons so Yu can't hold it. He said wow a mouth on u

They continued scuffling I said stop or I put a spell on you.

They left

I found them in the snow face down

I repeated the scene several times they failed to point out it had happened, found out I'm well watched. Kept talking to them ivercand over.

Felt it then a cold hatred I knew

These watch me my characters

I hit them thier guts burst out

Then I flew over the table put his head down on the table said you hear you breathing you tell me why your here.

He stopped said ur bja right we want the guy in front of you.

What guy in front of me. They said your brother who came later... I said I don't HV a brother.

He split out laughing he's your brother. I said who he

He said Trump we are here to see if you are alright

I jumped up and pile drives him broke his back could hear him ehince in pain

He turned over had an object I grabbed a gun no knife it was hot, with blood he had it out

He fell on it I removed it from him. The others dead I said too slow huh.

We died out there how. I said I'm followed by monsters you saw none

No

He mutters your dead anyways we have you monitored day and night i said who has who monitored your out here alone rmemp broke most devices power is out

He laughs and says that you're the monster replied saying no I'm not there monsters around me and they leave footprints with huge and they hit you while I'm inside I saw them do it this is how they hit me and I said it's an energy weapon they create an energy field of the knocks you out what easily they trying on me and it doesn't work I think I'm one of them it says you're not one of them Jeff superpowers and they give it to you because they don't want you to die because he knows he has made I said that's wonderful so I'm stuck here as made people to come here and try and kill me because I don't want to listen to said look maybe we can try and figure a way out of here so while you have to use a vehicle if you have to go fast and then so quick can you get to the vehicle and he said I know what to do I have to get rid of you and have to take over this house because you're a fool so I said well you can't do that because I'll just kill you and said well I'm here to take your job 304 real you people are sitting here taking advantage of monsters and the positions they handle the people we've known about it for a long time let me know that it passes hands but we didn't know is you're going around looking for this job's should you just kind of sit there waiting to die I thought it was so on that I polish the warning is that these people are just going around looking for a job of any kind trying to avoid to die in any way they can it doesn't have much to do with what's going on in the big picture or small picture running around us animals need to be captured in control of destroyed there's no way around it he was right the whole time I'm sitting here listening to him saying it over and over and over there acting like animals why are they doing that it is a story about it if they go on to this wooded area and guns and roses me as hell but they have absolutely nothing after his job it's kind of weird because those long time ago anthem background I said they were acting this way back then I started wondering something why don't we know if that's what it is I hear a Olympus say well you probably knew about it but didn't want to say anything so you want to talk to you I finally figured out something we need to know about testing just figured out something it's better not to know know it definitely is not it's better to know how to act wondering around wondering what to do in the computer and everything seems fine

what's your time I hear this where's your job going to do this thing you're doing here so why would you want to do that sounds disgusting cuz it is no way out of here one person you came all this way for no reason at all driving around the middle of nowhere and your guns n roses this is nothing up north why don't you know that let me say this right I guess we're stuck here and you want to know why we're here since yes that's what I want to know so should we think we know who you are in the sky were falling around makes all these jokes and wisecracks about us and falls asleep in the middle of nowhere wakes up and keeps doing it comes out of nowhere it's just saying stupid stuff about us up in the backwoods of Maine I don't think that's me I don't go to main your New York upstate New York Sullivan said it again and I said why are you saying this weird stuff I don't go to Maine this is this your these people who follow us around say strange things and make us sick because hurt let's make daddy wants you to fall off the apple cart once you have nothing but your day continues to is it while you're one of them should know I'm not some of his brother I'm not yours I literally woke up to it so what are you doing here so trying to survive what are you doing here he said give me what I want and said there's nothing for me to give you a few people took everything and it's ruined this is well this is a shocker wealth in the same situation so that sure is the rudest thing I've ever seen as monsters go around and eat everybody know we can figure it out because I was looking for some dumb-ass thing to do instead of survive so then he says that's why you look for a job and you figure out what you're doing or trying to figure them out so will every since that's what I'm trying to do this for a year now I can't seem to even see them so I've heard about these classes that exists and somehow they collect radiation and I can't seem to figure out how to make it so then he whips out a pair like these in their sunglasses it hurts so bad hearing these people buy your own screaming at me all day long everyday I start to ask him about that I said you had this boy of ours you scream at every day thousands of people all day long, tons of reasons why not to as it doesn't do anything to help you and you refuse to do anything that makes any sense at all why do it when you finally says we do it because we can't stand it and I said well you're all dying it's a simple scam it's Florida and whole scam this is well I guess that's was spread all over the world and now you have no choice

how many really answers came out of them but I do understand something everybody folks in and start writing all the stuff down and sending it all out these people around you make it a living hell and I keep doing it over and over and over and you keep saying I can't not do it because I have to keep an eye out somehow and it's true and then they start doing it to annoy you they wanting to stop at times and I knew stop a little then start and then stop and start and I noticed there's a pattern here they abused you and they think they got something for me of use you and if it's got something and they lose tons of stuff and I think they got something that means something the day of the assholes bothering you the people here and you know that and they get replaced and new ones come in with the same people we traced him down and is true lots of leaves every day if they keep doing it over and over and over and what you say inside is man I hope it was stand it because this is fiercely annoying and then we say is it to then we say this we have to get rid of them

Long story short there's no real solution in a bunch of losers as a culture we're destroying them they run around looking for something to grab that will get them out of it and I keep pestering you for the never going to learn it's over you're all done my name is Darth Maul I led you to New York you all died

[soccerzig17]

I'm wondering if maybe they shot scenes with Morgana and her dragon being captured and that whole storyline, but didn't have room for it? From what I gathered from what the evil king revealed/implied, he captured the dragon and when she tried to rescue it, he captured her, too, and they were held in that well for two years. But yeah, to show more of that story, and how they escaped, would have been great, but even the little they did show/relate was, I guess, meant to humanize evil Morgana...

The rest of everything is under the cut since this is so long :)

... to show she hadn't completely turned evil. But I don't think it was enough, she wouldn't have on her own become so evil she would have wanted to kill innocent people (exactly why she was angry at Uther, before she knew she was magical), espec. women and children. ... So, my theory... remember the scene where she first goes to meet Morgause in the forest, and Morgause puts a spell on her -- with that blue light -- that makes her fall asleep, which causes everyone in Camelot to fall asleep...... it's been a while since I watched the series, so correct me if I'm wrong, but I thought that before Morgana went to visit Morgause she was still hesitant, but then after the spell had been placed on her, she was totally committed to her sister and her cause. (Unless she was still hesitant after that, and it was only Merlin trying to kill her that turned her?) So I thought that the spell not only made everyone sleep, it also turned her evil. I held on to that for the rest of the show...... it was the only way I could stomach the 180 they pulled with her. So I thought at the end as she was dying, the spell would finally be broken and she would die good, she would know what had been done to her, and that Merlin would realize, too. Then he could have told Arthur before he died, and everyone at home, too. It would have explained her turn to the dark side as well as vindicated her character. ... Similarly I was upset that Merlin didn't tell Arthur that the Lancelot who had "come...... back" wasn't really him, and also about the spell that had been placed on Gwen, so he would know she had never been untrue to him. And for Merlin to have told Gwen at home as well, bc you know she never fully let go of her guilt for that. ... Last night's SG episode, with "shades of Morgana" Lena, really made me worry even more that they are going to go ahead with the non-sensical, let's-turn-Lena-evil storyline. It would make absolutely no sense, but the writers have already pulled...... so much OOC bs. If they do want Lena and SG to become adversaries, then they should at least go the believable, grey route, with Lena perhaps being conflicted about aliens, or even blaming SG for something and viewing her as the enemy, but at least do it in nuanced way. There's a lot of real-world stuff they could explore if they wanted to, and the caricatured villain type is so old and so boring. I feel like the writing has been very inconsistent though, so I'm quite nervous.

I hadn’t thought about them shooting the scenes but not having room for them, that could be a possibility, but I’ve been watching a lot of interviews and stuff from then and no one really talks about it so idk, but that definitely could be possible. Or like they had plans to but then didn’t. 

As for your theory I totally think that is possible! Like the sleeping spell also included a little bit of mind control/alteration for Morgana. Cuz like it was obvious that she was on her sisters side from the beginning because of how Uther treated those with magic, but I feel like she would have not turned absolutely nuts like she did. I also agree about the plot holes of Merlin not telling the truth about Lancelot and the spell Gwen was under. That really frustrated me because Merlin is so good hearted, and he has revealed that magic was used in cases before, so why not do it those times? Idk. Do you know if the writers of the show ever changed? That could explain how some of the plot holes happened. I know that in some interviews they talk about how the cast and crew was mostly the same all 5 seasons, but if they brought in new/different writers at any point that could explain some of it. 

As for the supergirl stuff, I feel like the writers/producers are seeing how much they fucked up with Man-hell (notice his lack of appearance in trailers/promos towards the end of this season) and they probably see all the stuff about how bad of an idea/how much fans would so not like it if they would make Lena bad so hopefully they listen. The ratings for the show are highest in episodes with Lena and lowest in eps without her so that shows that the fans want her around at the very least. I’m hoping Katie is at Comic Con and people ask all sorts of questions about wanting her to stay good because the dynamic of having totally opposite views from her family is really interesting and can create some amazing plots. I also hope that people who go to Cons are salty (but still respectful) to the writers/producers about what a shit show this season was.