#didnt put these in any sort of order before posting

[shigayokagayama]

What are the biggest losses between the manga and anime? I just finished watching mp100 and I'm curious what the manga has!

ok biggest losses are kind of hard to define because like. anime and manga are two inherently different mediums and there are a good amount of cuts that improve pacing and then a good amount of cuts that people sort of argue over the merit of so im just going to go for biggest differences. i would also highly recommend reading the manga just because it is a pretty different experience tonally along with the minor plot differences and cut scenes + theres a bunch of omakes that both flesh out characters that dont get too much focus and have some really good bits in them. putting the rest of this post under a cut bc i ramble

mogami arc

this one is kind of inescapable i feel like but the anime version of the mogami arc had a LOT of things trimmed for a couple different reasons. season 2 already got an extra episode in order to do the fire scene as a cliffhanger so with the way things shook out the director had to choose between a. cutting a bunch of stuff out of separation arc to make it one episode so mogami arc couid stay three episode or b. cutting a bunch of stuff out of mogami arc so separation arc could stay two episodes. imo they made the right choice, whats even the point of adapting mob psycho if you dont get confession arc right, but some of the cuts to mogami arc will be dearly missed and others will be fought over to the end of time. cuts include:

minori being established as a brat in a video everyones shown and the video being part of how reigen deduces shes possessed (reigen deducing her possession in the manga is generally just a lot better done and after you read the manga the scene in the anime feels so awkward because you know whats missing

the psychics deciding to band together to beat this little girl to death to save themselves and shinra stepping between them to protect her and getting utterly thrashed, not by mogami, but his fellow psychics

reigen trying to convince mob to leave without him and call for help while he distracts him which leads to this

the general mogamiland section lasting a lot longer and being more brutal (notably the stray cat mob feeds getting killed in front of him)

mob getting fucking torn to pieces by spirits during the fight instead of ambiguously dying offscreen

generally would recommend if nothing else reading the manga version of this arc and confession arc because i feel like these are the only two where you lose like. a significant amount of the story and themes from the cuts. speaking of....

2. WHY THE FUCK DID THEY CUT THIS I WILL BE MAD UNTIL I DIE

maybe its just because i reread this arc on its own probably 50 times before the anime came out but this is the only arc where the cuts actively piss me off because there is absolutely no reason they had to do it. they cut a bunch of important shit, left in things that didnt need to be there, and added scenes that contribute literally nothing to the overall point. if they just did any one of those things or combo of two of those things i wouldnt be as mad but it feels like they put a bunch of filler in then speedran the actual story

cut #1 that pisses me off: HOMOPHOBIA?????

THERE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A HEART IN HIS EYE. WHY DID THEY NOT INCLUDE THIS. THIS IS THE CULMINATION OF TERUS ARC. THIS IS HIM SEEING THE PERSON HE HAS IDOLIZED AND DEIFIED IN HIS HEAD AT THEIR LOWEST AND STILL CHOOSING TO LOVE HIM, AND THROUGH THIS HE IS CAPABLE OF BEING LOVED EVEN THOUGH HES NOT PERFECT BECAUSE NO ONE IS. WHY WOULD YOU CUT THIS?

cut #2 I NEED WHOEVER CUT THE DIALOGUE FROM THE FIRST PANEL IN PRISON

the lack of inclusion of the first panels dialogue along with the cuts to the mob and shigeo conversation (WHICH WE WILL GET TO) make me think the person who adapted this arc fundamentally misunderstood what was happening. this line. is. THE POINT. THIS ISNT SOME SEPARATE SCARY THING. THIS IS MOB. HE IS CHOOSING TO DO THIS BECAUSE HE IS SCARED AND ANGRY AND HURT BUT HE IS IN CONTROL OF HIS ACTIONS AND ALWAYS HAS BEEN.

cut #3 HE DOESNT WANT TO BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE FOR HIS ACTIONS

this entire conversation is so good and i was looking forward to watching it voice acted for so long and its just. gone. for me the "i am shigeo kageyama who are you" reveal felt like a gut punch because the opening being "i knew i would be needed" made me go "oh hes like possessed or his powers are sentient or something" and this conversation was the slow unraveling of my view of these as two separate people and instead as a scared, traumatized teenager who has convinced himself that the parts of himself he hates are something else outside of his control instead of an intrinsic part of who he is because if he's convinced that the parts of him that are able to feel desire and frustration and anger and malice are him then he'll lose all these relationships he's worked so hard to cultivate as his perfect, non confrontational self. and of course that isnt true. all his friends and loved ones are making their way to the center of a damn hurricane because they see he's in distress and want to help him. but he cant see that so he pushes them away. ugh. mob. protagonist of all time.

cut #4 WHY WOULD YOU CHANGE THE COMPOSITION OF THIS I CAN LITERALLY SEE HOW THIS WOULD BE ANIMATED IN MY MINDS EYE W

can you imagine how beautiful this would be in motion. just. god.

cut #5 HE WAS TALKING OUT LOUD. REIGEN HEARD ALL THIS

:(

cut #6 the bowling arc

so the scene where reigen takes his shoes off is supposed to be a lot more solemn bc like. taking your shoes off before killing yourself is a trope in japanese media (ive heard it started in media and bled over into real life but i might have it backwards?). reigen knew he was probably going to die. anyway i cant take this scene seriously because of this edit

the bowling arc.

cut #7 WAAAAAAAAAAAA

WAAAAAAAAAAAA *sniff* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

cut #8 homophobia again

rip pensive fruity tea sip

cut #9 mob threw the cake directly in reigens face on purpose

i literally experienced every stage of grief realizing this got changed. why. its so perfect. why would you change this.

3. World Domination arc

so WD arc is in a very interesting place where it had a lot of scenes cut but unlike the other two most of the cut content youre like. yea probably best not to include that. ill start with the good content that got cut then go into the weird content

serizawa got his power drained by toichiro. i am quite sad this scene didnt make it in because its sorta heartbreaking

teru fighting off the claw assassin is shown and we see that teru can both make shadow clones AND hold a barrier while attacking, he seems to be the only esper with this ability!

the reason dimple could tell mob's family was alive is that there was no sense of grudge at the house which would have been left behind by people passing in a violent manner

mob briefly goes unconscious during the start of the toichiro fight and dimple possesses him and says "shit"

dimple possessing mob shoots shibata with a gun

we get mukai lore.

it doesnt make any sense and just raises more questions but we get it.

toichiro has a team of telepaths to recap where everyone is because this arc took an entire calender year to update

literally everyone shows up to fight shimazaki. i cannot stress enough how many people show up to fight shimazaki. it would be faster to list espers who dont show up to fight shimazaki

the middle school delinquents show up and start fighting the claw grunts literally completely out of no where and this is never brought up or referenced ever again

when mob and ritsu get home ritsu says all their stuff is in boxes and they need to hurry and redecorate the house before their parents get home which implies that shou packed the entire households worth of belongings into boxes and hid it somewhere before lighting their house on fire which is such a funny mental image that i cant even be mad at it. loony toons ass plot point.

4. other random interesting cut things

takenaka is just generally more of a bitch during alien arc. "ah i think they took him" remains one of the funniest goddamn panels in the manga

peak

alien arc overall is a lot funnier in the manga, i have a slight preference for the manga version just bc theres a lot of really good bits that didnt make it to anime but the anime version is so heartfelt and nostalgic it makes me happy

between omakes and small things that got cut or changed for the anime teru just feels way more fleshed out in the manga. like. anime teru is a completely different person. its hard to explain if youve never read it.

the all girls school part originally went right before the ghost family stuff and was the beginning of mob's existential crisis about why spirits and people get different treatment but tbh it works well where it is i just wish it werent. like that.

the scene where ritsu and teru shake hands was teru draining ritsus power which he seems to have learned to do from encountering ???%

teru.

ow

thats all i can think of off the top of my head, im sure ill realize i forgot something some time after posting this but. yeah. read the manga its good

[bridenore]

HD eight year fic recs : 50k+ words

Here are a few drarry eight year fic recs that are between 30k and 50k words. Posted in alphabetical order, as always.

You can access my rec lists for eight year fics that have less than 10k words here, between 10k and 20k here, between 20k and 30k here and between 30k and 50k here.

Arms Wide Open: Hogwarts by Sita_Z [28k]

Harry did not expect his Eighth Year to involve any more investigations of abandoned bathrooms. Nor did he expect to come across Draco Malfoy there, alone, bleeding and in late-stage labor. Arms Wide Open: Grimmauld Place by Sita_Z [36k] After leaving Hogwarts, Harry and Draco face an uncertain future, raising Scorpius and dealing with the wizarding world’s reaction to their situation. Sequel to Arms Wide Open: Hogwarts.

At Your Service by @faith2wood [95k]

Hogwarts students are in danger; Harry is determined to save them all. There’s only one thing he knows for certain: Draco Malfoy is somehow involved.

Azoth by @lol-zeitgeistic [88k]

Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for eighth year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy. Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when one’s life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait? Harry has no idea; he’s too busy trying not to be in love with Malfoy to care.

Beholden by @faith2wood [123k]

Draco Malfoy might not be a killer, but it turns out he's an effective painkiller. If stopping pain was all Draco's touch did, things might not be so complicated, but either way Harry can't afford to be choosy.

The Changing Lights by lazywonderland [142k]

Harry returns for an eighth year following the end of the war and realises that although he's put his own animosity towards Malfoy aside, no one else seems to have done the same. When a hex leaves his oldest rival in the body of a female and ridicule doubles, Harry discovers that his hero complex is a difficult thing to fight.

Exceeds Eggspectations by Elle Gray (LGray) [61k]

Eighth year. Winter. Christmas has been and gone. Harry’s just been dumped and so has Malfoy. There’s a stupid fake baby assignment to be done, and what’s the harm in doing it together, really, when life is this shit already? This is not slow burn, this is a roman candle pointed at a pile of dry twigs that represent your heart.

Firebond by Oakstone730 / @i-didnt-wanna-do-it​ [94k]

Draco is forced to tutor Harry in potions. A slight problem occurs.

Golden Age by @lol-zeitgeistic [52k]

The Celtic druids once made a decision that kept magic in abundance in Britannia, but they couldn’t account for the technological advances Muggles would make centuries later. Now magic is dying on the isles, and this is not a dark lord that Harry can fight. OR: Harry Potter doesn’t save the world this time, but he does get a lot of hugs.

Graceless Heart by shushu_yaoi_lj / @orange-peony​ [132k]

Harry is lost and broken after the war. He has gone to countless funerals, broken up with Ginny, moved back into Grimmauld Place—which feels darker and dirtier than ever before despite how much he tries to fix it. He feels lonely and desperate, but he won’t ask for help, and he still can’t cry. When he agreed to help the Aurors at Malfoy Manor over the summer, he thought that he would be breaking dark curses. Harry never thought that he would actually spend his days sorting out dusty books with Draco Malfoy, or teaching him how to cook. Little by little, as they begin to navigate their life post-war, Harry and Draco become intimate…in more ways than Harry could have ever expected.

Helix by Saras_Girl [92k]

Seven months after the end of the war, Harry is feeling lost. Fortunately, he is about to be offered an unexpected and sparkling chance to find himself again. [2014 advent fic]

It’s No Great Mystery by @agentmoppet​ [57k]

Who on earth decided that bringing back the Yule Ball for their eighth year would be a good idea? It feels like the worst day of Harry’s life, watching everyone get glammed up like the war never happened, like the last Triwizard Tournament wasn’t such a colossal failure. And then it happens again. And again. And again.

Manticoria by @lol-zeitgeistic [70k]

In the dangerous days after Voldemort’s fall, Harry struggles to find a way to be with Draco—again. But as the magical world threatens to die all around them, it might be more difficult than he thought. Includes dying wards, dying beasts, and love struggling to live; sentient magic, wandlore, Founder lore, potion lore, and ward lore; and of course there is Zacharias Smith to ruin everything, as usual.

Mental by sara_holmes [156k]

Harry has had quite enough of sharing his mind with someone else, thankyouverymuch. A miscast Legilimecy spell says otherwise.

My Little Berserker by @aelys-althea  [105k]

Eighth year was supposed to be calm. Moderated. Peaceful, even. Draco returned to escape the chaos wrought upon his shambles of a life and Harry to flee the responsibility of a world that sees him as something greater than was truly possible. Hogwarts was a safe haven, right? At least it was until Hagrid comes up with the wonderful idea to introduce some additional members to the student body of the fluffier variety. Hagrid doesn’t do moderated - where’s the fun in that?

The Nightmare Club by Elle Gray [85k]

Hermione and Ron are going back to Hogwarts to do N.E.W.T.s, Ginny isn’t. Harry hasn’t decided, until he has, in front of the Wizengamot and now he’s responsible for Malfoy as well. A tale of enemies who learn to get along, get it wrong and get it on. Everything is purple, some things are on fire and no-one is sleeping properly. But don’t worry, there’s tea!

Not in the Hands of Boys by @fourth-rose [130k] *incomplete

Once the final battle is won, life must go on, although it can be even harder to master than death. Back at Hogwarts for his final year of school, Harry tries to cope with everything he's been through. As the world around him struggles for a way back to normality, he is forced to realise that in the long run, living takes a lot more courage than dying.

Objects of Desire by Azrael Geffen [400k+]

The dream team sign a magical contract promising to lose their virginities within the year, they soon fix on the objects of their desires, but will the bitterness left in the wake of the war prove too hurtful for love to exist?

Ocean of Storms by Bounding-Heart [113k]

The war is over and Harry has returned to help rebuild Hogwarts. He longs to move forwards, but the past refuses to let him go. The castle is full of ghosts: haunting nightmares, the deaths he couldn’t prevent, and the age-old rivalry that Draco Malfoy seems determined to maintain.

Owl Was Well by @fencer-x [66k]

Draco Malfoy is not an owl, really he isn’t. He simply assumes the shape of one on occasion when he wants to find a bit of privacy—a goal entirely thwarted because Harry Potter doesn’t understand you can’t just grab any old bird from the Owlery and force it to send your missives and deliver your packages.

The Promise of Summer by Omi_Ohmy [66k]

How was Harry supposed to know that coming back for eighth year would be so confusing? Everything is the same, and yet not the same. And nowhere is this more obvious than with Draco Malfoy. Harry finds himself once more watching and following Malfoy, trying to work him out. When they are drawn together to heal the castle, Harry doesn’t just find Malfoy - he also finds himself.

red and green are complimentary colours by  ace_0fhearts [88k]

After the war Hermione manages to convince Harry to go back to Hogwarts for his eighth year. Expecting an uneventful year of classes and rooming with the other Gryffindor boys, he’s surprised when McGonagall tells him he’ll be sharing a room with Draco Malfoy. Now Harry has to get through a year of arguments and awkward silences. Or he would, if Malfoy would stop ignoring him and moping around the castle alone. Or: Draco and Harry fall in love through sleepless nights and late night quidditch games

Reparo by amalin [84k]

Voldemort’s final defeat does not mean Harry Potter’s troubles are over; far from it. In the aftermath of war, he returns to a Hogwarts that is fractured and divided, but this is no break that can be fixed with a spell. New owls, fading scars, surprising alliances—and along the way, the hardest task of all, to live with it. 

Right Hand Red by @lqtraintracks [73k] 

Harry felt Malfoy’s breath on his lips as they came together over the bottle, hands firmly planted on the floor as though they each needed their familiar soil, refusing to cross into enemy territory. Except that Malfoy no longer felt like his enemy. Malfoy felt inevitable.

The Silent World Within You by @femmequixotic and @noeeon [95k]

Harry only wanted Malfoy for one night, one birthday. It wasn’t meant to be anything more.

spins madly on by asofthaven [56k]

As part of his probation, Draco Malfoy returns to Hogwarts to complete his N.E.W.T.s. Gobstones, the political machinations of the Hogwarts student body, and one Harry James Potter captures Draco’s attention instead.

Things Worth Knowing by @femmequixotic and @noeeon [164k]

After the Battle, Harry thinks he’s left Hogwarts for good, but Minerva insists that all students return for an Eighth Year if they wish to sit for NEWTs in the spring, and Harry needs those NEWTs to go into the Aurors. Draco’s just grateful not to be in Azkaban. Or the Manor. He’s hoping he can steer clear of Potter this year and grapple with his own problems. Unfortunately for him, Potter appears to be one of those problems. And that’s not even addressing the fact that Potter’s got serious issues of his own, which Draco realises as he’s forced to share an Eighth Year dormitory room and several classes with the Gryffindor Git. If only they can make it through the year without killing each other, it should be all right, shouldn’t it?

Written on the Heart by who_la_hoop [113k] 

Harry doesn’t mind that so many Slytherins from his year have returned to finish their NEWTs, really he doesn’t. It’s just – do they have to be so friendly? He’s not prejudiced, really he’s not. It’s just – they’ve got to be up to something, right? Unnerved by the attention he’s attracting from everyone – the Slytherins are the least of it, to be fair – and struggling with a raft of changes to Hogwarts itself, Harry wishes he could be happy that one constant remains: Draco Malfoy really fucking hates him. When he’s hit by an illegal love-spell though, Harry finds he has more to worry about than whether or not Blaise Zabini actually wants to be his friend. For if everyone affected has been blessed – or cursed, by the look on Malfoy’s face – with a magical tattoo revealing the name of their soulmate, what does it mean that Harry’s skin remains completely bare?

You’ve Got Owl Post by @slyth-princess [50k]

After discovering muggle romantic comedies during winter break, Pansy Parkinson and Luna Lovegood decide to launch an ambitious project called You’ve Got Owl Post which matches up students through an enchanted notebook so they can send letters to each other without knowing who is at the other end. It is an instant hit. Harry, without his friends knowing, is one of the first to join. And he rapidly finds a kindred soul on the other side of the pages. In real life, however, he is once again plagued by Draco Malfoy. After fighting in class, McGonagall has had enough. So, as punishment and a lesson, she assigns them the running of that years dueling club. Everyone, including Harry and Draco, assumes it will be a disaster. However, sometimes the people you think you know the best are the ones who can surprise you the most. A story of letters, bets, friendship, love, forgiveness, and discovering who you really are.

I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did!

[venomroses]

[ID: tags that say "#i hope this is ok to rb but this is literally so real #like i have thoughts on this i wont put an essay in your tags but just yeah". end ID]

see basically like. ok.

Firstly theres the fact that the story is set in 2019 after whats most likely decades of war. Judging by the cars and technology used [disregarding for a moment the advancements made by bl/ind im referring here to the casette tech used so to speak] aka trans ams and boomboxes and both cds and casettes the wars mentioned [and the apocalypse. ofc.] could have happened anywhere from the veeeeery early 2000s to the late 70s.

Esp since dr d is in his mid forties and mentions that he did in fact participate in one of these wars [the analog wars] which would imply he was in his mid 20s at the oldest. that's two decades prior to the story putting the analog wars in the mid to late 90s. WITH THAT IN MIND

[terraliensvent]

guys read the whole post im sorry its long just trust me

my dear devoted readers, today i come to you all with some really interesting info about the development of the planetary subspecies and tycho's handling with it

unfortunately however, this post will be lacking in screenshots, due to those who dmed me not wanting to face any sort of retaliation from the rest of the team (for this i do apologize, typically i try my best to include verifiable evidence for any claims i make on here but for this one you guys will have to take my word on it, but i promise that everything said here is truthful to the info ive received)

so first of all, i had some people from terra staff message me a bit ago to talk about it, mainly to deflect give more info and clear up misconceptions.

heres some of the main points:

lore about the general species is being worked on, theyre just trying to figure out the best way to present it (and apparently they thought making a whole secondary site for extra lore would make sense? they might not follow through with this though because someone explained how dumb that is and how you can just use LK)

coy and civ started the species with no lore so thats why its taking so long (this doesnt explain why the planetary subspecies took precedence over like. basic building blocks. but ok)

the planetary subtype wont have as many plot holes when released "in full" (why release it if it isnt finished??)

so to all of those points, i asked the hard hitting questions im sure you all are dying to know:

"i guess my main issue is why was the planet subspecies released in such a half baked state? why not work on finishing the general species lore first instead of doing it in such a confusing order? and as an add-on to that, why even release the planet subspecies when multiple people say its not even finished? this just seems like a huge mess of self-imposed problems there are other events and such that can be done while species lore and even the planetary species are worked on, why not expand upon one of the other pre-established subtypes first instead of rushing out a new subtype when nobody was even asking for it"

now put a pin in this because while i was waiting for a response, i actually had another member of staff dm me.

i asked them the same questions as above and they told me that tycho had supposedly been planning the planetary subtype before he even got ownership of the species. it seems that because of this, him and temul pretty much fast-tracked the development and release of it because they had personal involvement in it, all the while ignoring suggestions made by lore writers and other staff members. (however it should be noted that on further discussion with the other person who dmed me, temul was very receptive to suggestions, its just tycho who was the main blocker to ideas. apparently, according to one of the DMers, temul was even ok with having all the lore info on the main site, it was tycho who said he didnt like/want the idea after it was brought to the coder) there were even people part of the discussion that WANTED the subtype to be all celestial bodies (like, yknow, the logical idea that most members ALSO want), but tycho kicked that idea to the curb in favor of only having planets. apparently "literally everything involving lore has been pretty much pushed to the side because both them and tycho are just so excited about making this subtype real." in other words, tycho wanted to charge forward with their personal endeavors without paying attention to the work that NEEDED to be done in the species. additionally, they had this to say

"I don't blame them for being excited, I think it's a really cool subspecies, but they're both coming up with things on the spot as the event goes on and it's just getting convoluted and straying farther from the original idea"

so just going based off this, id say theres some pretty big trouble in paradise when it comes to the work being done behind the scenes

this was my response:

"sorry if this comes off as rude, but i think thats a pretty..chaotic? way of doing things at best it really doesnt read in the best way to know that tycho/temul/others will shove aside more important matters to focus on the thing they want and it comes off as selfish. it still boggles me why they thought the subtype release was more important than having general species lore, and even more so that if they supposedly cared about the subspecies so deeply why they would rush it out with little to no info seemingly even being finished."

to which they responded that the subtype isnt more important than the general species lore, but there really isnt anything they can do about it.

additionally as a side note, apparently there are lots of ~important~ people checking this blog (but its not allowed to be mentioned at least in the lore writer/OA server), to which i say hii! feel free to address the various controversies here that get swept under the rug like the bdsm demon shit weve been talking about!!

anyways

thats basically where our convo ended, i think it paints a very pretty picture of how things seem to be going in the background especially relating to this new subtype.

now remember how i said to put a pin in that other conversation? lets get back to that,

the response i got to my BURNING QUESTIONS was...an idk? the person dming me really had no explanation for why the subtype was rushed out, just that tycho said he had the idea for a while and wanted the rest of the team to expand upon it.

so after my other convo, i was intrigued to learn more about the previously mentioned trouble in paradise. i asked:

"hm, im gonna make an assumption here would you say that tycho and temul pushed out the subspecies without really..consulting? the rest of the [team]? it seems like there wasnt a ton of aggreeance on this and i actually had another person dm me saying that tycho and temul would frequently throw out suggestions from the [rest of the team] like would you say it would be a fair assessment to say that most of the [other members of staff] werent completely on board with the new subspecies being released at the current time and in its current state

this answer was intriguing as well, they said that tycho really didnt pose it to the team, more so just said "here you go, this is what youre doing now." they also confirmed my suspicion that a lot of people really dont agree with the subtype rules, in fact "everyone" wants to change the subtype to not require the planets be circular (which is a pretty dumb rule, even Earth isnt circular), but tycho says no so they just have to roll with it. they say they like tycho and think hes a cool guy, but "sometimes his decision making skills aren’t so hot"

later on in further discussion, they said this (section has been paraphrased by me to protect anonymity)

my guess is they released the subtype in its current state just to give members a taste of whats being worked on in the background, but in my opinion it should have been kept secret until it was completely finalized. both to avoid a community uprorar and confusion, and for the simple fact that its just sloppy and doesnt look good for the species. honestly, we dont even know what things will be changed on official release, the discussions are still ongoing. the team is very disjointed at the moment, there are attempts to make communication with the whole team, but miscommunication is very frequent. there was actually an issue yesterday relating to the new subtype (but i cant go very in depth with that) there are lots of things i dont agree with, but i dont feel like im able to speak up. like for example, the second site idea didnt seem that bad at first, but the more i thought about it the less it made sense. despite that, everyone else seemed fine with it so my opinion really didnt matter anyway.

in addition, they also said that they're losing passion for the species, since every day, every new controversy, and every instance of sweeping things under the rug seems to be bringing everything closer to crumbling down.

what can we gather from all this? well, like previously stated, there seems to be trouble in paradise. this seems like a coy 2.0 situation where everyone can see the clear solution, but the one guy in charge doesnt like it so everyone just has to abide buy his rule. in addition, it seems like terra staff is just a shitty workplace in general, where team members feel they wont have their voices heard, or that their suggestions will immediately be kicked back. i think this is all a VERY interesting glimpse into what things are like behind the scenes, and im curious what others think about it all.

[snacho-to-ur-nacho]

Is the post you made about burr about historical burr or musical? Because if you’re talking about historical then it’s completely biased lmfao. You’re reading Ron chernow so I’m not really surprised you have that opinion but Hamilton was completely in the wrong for his treatment of burr historically.

Disregarding the fact jefferson was one of the most prolific slave owners of the 18th century, and the fact Hamilton advocated for runaway slaves who escaped to Britain to be returned to their US masters and that he bought slaves for his brother-in-law, Burr treated his household slaves very well in comparison to his contemporaries and insisted they receive an education.

The point that he didn’t have an opinion on anything was something false that Hamilton and other federalists used in order to promote their own narrative and careers. Burr had clear and concrete ideals, evident from the way he voted in elections and what he promoted. He did not however clearly associate with a single party which made people think he wasn’t trustworthy and was very flaky which just isn’t true lol.

And what secrets are you even referring to? Is it the manhattan well company or what?

You are just regurgitating 18th and 19th century slander lmfaoo

damn thats a long ask, but let me get into this.

so it was sort of talking about both, i was listening tp the song and found the lyric funny, but it applies to history too.

theres several parts to this, and you got my curiousity spiked so i looked into this:

- 'Early in his political career, Burr also introduced a bill for the abolition of slavery to the New York state legislature; the bill was voted down. However, Burr was a slaveholder for most of his adult life. His parents, grandparents, and wife Theodosia Prevost were also slaveholders. While surviving records are scarce, it appears that Burr often bought and sold enslaved people as his finances rose and fell; the few named individuals seldom appear more than a handful of times in his papers. On the night before his duel with Hamilton, he put his affairs into order in the event that he did not survive. Instead of freeing the enslaved people in his household, he left them to his daughter Theodosia in South Carolina, where they likely would have been sold. So while he was outwardly a manumissionist, he never backed up his words with any actions.'

(roughly paraphrasing from a text)

- as fpr hwo he treated his slaves, i loojed and couldnt find any info about it, can you send me your source?

-now, for the thought that he didnt have an opinion, i will admit i mispoke. what i meant to say that yes, while he had opinions, however loojing at all he wrote he does seem very selfish, doing whatever benefited him the best. i understand why he didnt choose, seeming to only become democratic republican when he saw an oppertunity out of it. even if he did have his own opinipns, it doesnt seem that way to me, or clearly alexander hamilton.

-alexander also did nothing wrong by choosing jefferson over burr, it was a personal choice, he did what he thought was right, you cant bash him for it, esprcially with burr stealing his Father-in-laws seat. he chose wjo he thought would be better for america

-burr was a pretty secretive person overall, but i didnt know about the manhattan well company. however he had a whole secret colored family with a slave from india, and knwoing how slavery was, thers a good chance she didnt havr a choice about it, which might (MIGHT) have been SA or rape. now, this is a small chance, but still, plus having an rntire colored family is quite a secret. then theres also the whole burr conspiracy, and so many others succh things which show burr had so many secrets. clearly, he was a hypocrite, denouncing one thing and doing the same thing in secret. so yea, he had secrets.

also, damn u actually scanned my posts to find what im reading? read it, its good trust me. and, if youre so concerned in what im reading, can i reccomend you a book? its called infinity alchemist and its by kacen callender and the protagonist is a bly named ashen woods eho is chaotic and ramsay thorne is the best fucking character and no its not related but still!!!

(also ps to those who hate on burr, remember he was a real person, and dont make assumptions, he had a gpod sife too, he was a feminist (tho he might have been another one of those male feminists who claim to be so but just gave a tendancy to SA women (neil gaimon)) but he could have actually been a good one idk this is history)

[rdiowx]

FRANKENSTEIN FRANK IERO

Now posted on my ao3: Cndlewax

Frankenstein frank iero x gn! Reader

Ik i said this would be longer but I’ve been working on this for days and i actually dont know what i was going to do with it lmk if i should go on with the series

Now i when was trying to figure out which Frank era would fit Frankenstein i was thinking revenge so thats what i went with and is described here. However now that i think about it, Leathermouth and danger days wouldve been viable options (WHY DIDNT I DO DANGER DAYS IM LITERALLY SOBBING)

Reader is technically Frankenstein and Frank is Frankensteins monster, its like 1930s id like to think because of the 1931 Frankenstein movie, Reader is a mad scientist, Reader is lowkey kinda insane im not gonna lie (because who thinks of this kinda thing), Mikey shows up i just feel like he’s Frankensteins assistant Material, kind of detailed mention of limbs being sewn and stapled together, i mean technically Frank is put in an electric chair…, usage of Y/n,(i do plan on making this a series however if i do id probably move it to ao3 and it would be random chapters of teaching frank random things).

The village ‘mad scientist’ also known as Y/n, You had been rumored to be working on something for years, and you have. Today it should finally be done. You were currently hunched over your project, a man covered in staples, stitches and all sorts of other things. You make sure each limb is sturdy, sewing or stapling multiple times if you have to. When he comes to life —and you will make sure he will— you wouldnt want him to fall over. You need to make sure he can hold his body weight up. you are pulled out of your focus when you hear the lab door open, “I’ve brought good news.” Mikey exclaimed, holding a larger than average beaker in his hands.

You broke out into an extremely unsettling smile, Mikey only smiles back, used to your behavior having been friends with you since you were kids. “Did you get it Mikey?” You asked, at the edge of your seat, He only nods in response. You laugh and spin in your chair towards him, you grab and kiss his face enthusiastically. He playfully gags and wipes his face, having set the beaker down at your work table.

“What would i ever do without you Michael?” You exclaimed, Taking the beaker and quickly making your way to your experiment. Using your lab table to set him at a 90 degree angle you took the top of his head off, you needed to connect his brain stems. You needed to detach multiple places in order to do it, luckily you thought ahead and thought not to stitch these places before hand. Mikey made sure you had enough light to complete this task, holding a simple flashlight above your work area.

After attaching everything correctly you stapled and sewed, it would be a shame if all your hard work went to waste due to some poor patch job. You had been working on this for years, and finally you could finish it. You had done this once before, not anything near as big as this project, but on a salamander when you and Mikey were 16. The day you revived that salamander was the day you earned the ‘mad scientist’ title. “We’ve waited years for this Mikey, i dont think i possibly couldve gotten this done without you.” You said, wheeling over the machine that was going to bring your experiment to life. Mikey smiles proudly as you looked his way, quickly moving to your side as you waved your hand for him to come to you.

“You’re fucking crazy.” Mikey teased, smiling your way before putting his metal goggles —which you made to fit his glasses perscription because he complained about not being able to see every time— on for protection and stepping away from the now powered up machine. You only smile in response, putting your metal welding headgear on before pulling the last lever. The light from the electricity filled the room, you were sure any nosy civilian would be curious if they were outside right now. Turning off the machine you lift your headgear off before checking your experiment. Seeing his fingers twitch filled you with hope, a quiet groan filled your ears looking over, Mikey had a smug look on his face. You looked back towards the now living thing, His hazel eyes looking straight forward. “I feel like he needs a name, what are you thinking?” Michael asked, tilting his head before taking his goggles all the way off and setting them aside.

“Frank.” You replied simply, taking in the mans appearance.

He had a slight green discoloration, covered from head to toe in stitches and staples. you could see the stitches make indents and stretch his skin as well as with the staples, you were lucky he didnt have pain receptors or this would be a lot harder to pull off. A simple screw on the side of his head it was a decently sized one but not huge, maybe as big or slightly bigger than your hand. It was a screw that required a Phillips screw driver even though it was turnable by hand, his eyes had bags and his hair was greasy. His hair was nothing you had seen before, the sides were a light blonde and he seemed to have a mohawk but it was slicked down by the sheer amount of grease that had built up over the years and the front of his hair sat in the middle of his face. He was wearing an old suit you found in your closet, you dont know who it belonged to but you didn’t exactly care all that much. He looked to have had piercings from were you stapled his face, But it kinda fit him after all you could always fix it later. After a while you realized you would have to teach him how to do things again, he’s not what he once was. “Alright (Y/n), i have to go. Gerard is waiting for me to get back home and its getting dark.” Michael informed, hanging his lab coat on his designated hook by the door. “Be safe Michael, wouldnt want to lose my favorite lab partner.” You laughed, Michael rolled his eyes on the way out but not before shouting “im your only lab partner!” You could swear you could hear him mumble a quiet “Im your only friend at that.” Making you roll your eyes, you couldn’t be mad if he was right.

Now you were sat in your lab with your own creation staring back at you. ‘Lets see what you can still do.’ You thought to yourself before walking around to the still seated man. You lifted his arm to see if he could hold it up, He turned his head to face you and surprisingly he could, these are great signs. you sat in your spin chair and rolled your way to your clipboard that was on your desk. You needed to write stuff for your experiment down, right now you were the happiest you had been in years. You couldn’t suppress the slight smile on your face as you tested the staple covered man. After finishing your tests you wanted to move on to his speech, since you were the one who put him together you knew he was capable of doing so.

The only problem was you didnt know how, sure you knew how to talk but you didnt really know how to hold a conversation, if it wasn’t for Mikey you dont think you would talk at all if it wasn’t to yourself. Being the village scientist meant you were always in the lab, you hadn’t talked to anyone but Mikey or sometimes his older brother Gerard in years. You dont even remeber the last time you even left the lab, it was your house and Mikey did all of your errands. You supposed you could start with the basics, ‘hello’ or your name maybe even his. If you started with hello you’d have to explain what a greeting is, if you started with your or his name you might have to explain what a name even is and how to use it. You hadn’t noticed the man move from his spot, you were so busy staring off into space you didnt notice the prominent frown on your face as you stared at the wall. When you finally snapped out of it you panicked as you watched the man touch stuff on your lab table, almost spilling a tube of something before catching it and looking at you with guilt ridden face.

You quickly made your way to him, taking the tube out of his hand and putting it in its correct place. “Um, okay don’t- don’t touch anything on this table..got it?” You spoke, gently steering the man by his hand to sit at your desk chair. You pushed him into said chair maybe a bit rougher than you meant to, however he didnt seem to mind. “Okay.. your name is- can you talk?” You asked, you couldve maybe put in a little more effort but this was your first time doing anything like this. You only got a head tilt in response, it was like he could understand you but he couldn’t answer. You furrowed your eyebrows, Your reaction caused him to frown a little. “‘My name is Frank’ Can you say that?” You questioned, he could only get out ‘Frank’. It wasnt much but you could work with it after all you weren’t sure of what he was capable of, Sure he had human parts but he wasnt fully functional right now.

“Frank, frank is you.” You stated, pointing a finger towards him. “You?” He questioned, his index finger now pointing towards himself. You smiled before shaking your head, This caused Frank to smile as well however he looked sort of confused. You tried again pointing your finger towards him, “when i stick my finger out towards you it means ‘you’, when you stick your finger towards yourself it means ‘me’.” You stated, a look of realization crossed his face before he pointed to himself again. “Frank is me?” He asked, letting out a noise of what seemed to be happiness after you confirmed it. He was going to be trouble but you knew it was worth it, after all, you wanted this.

[shadeslayer]

Would you be willing to talk about the inspiration for you sinti, shunti, kanunuk, & nunni designs? They're really cool!

absolutely !!! :D i usually have pretty explicit stuff that im referencing or am inspired by so im always happy to share <3

*ramble incoming*

[the dr pepper cans are how you know im a real southern usa babe. earlier today there was 5 empty cans in a row until i put them in the recycle bin]

i take a Lot out of the book "sun circles and human hands: the southeastern indians - art and industry" (2001 edition, not the 1957 one) which i have a physical copy of and i have sticky notes tabbing out out and also annotated highlighting every mention of the chickasaw and of sites where i know the chickasaw [or our ancestors, like the chicaza and other early mississippian/SE ntv cultures] so i can reference stuff i know would be from us, but i also take inspiration from all the designs in it because we were all a part of an interconnected cultural network of art

if you are from a tribe that would be from mississippian culture or the southeastern ceremonial complex/southeastern cult as it used to be called, or you know your people wouldve come from places within that like spiro or moundville, and you want to bring more native styling into your art this is THEEE book i would recommend. it is insanely useful. i cant vouch 100% for the text of it, and the second half is mostly kinda grainy b&w scanned photos of pottery and other items lmao, but the first half has lineart depictions OF designs found, with the attribution for the site they were found at. it is a Massive wealth of symbols and style and has been the best thing for wanting to study and emulate SE ndn art. for real i lent a copy to my grandma and then couldnt find where it was and i had to just order a new copy bc i use it so damn much

like i would post pages of it, and before i bought it i survived off the pinterest pics of scanned pages, but i cannot say enough just buy the book and look through it bc its just perfect its so useful. just posting a few pages doesnt do any justice to the wealth of style and art in it. ive tried to make myself some mock style/symbol guides from it, but even those fail to capture the variety of stuff in there and its why i still have it on hand for reference bc every time i get stumped theres so many ideas in there

but ok . book rec rant over (partly.)

i had done sinti homma, the red snake earlier, and i wanted to do a little motley of other simple transparent animals to go with it. so i did! ive got a few different animals that i played with doing, but a lot of them ended up veering too much off of the more hardline ntv style i wanted to do, and the others didnt fit the guideline i had made - i wanted them all to have a pointed tail that pointed to some corner of the frame, and curl around in the square a bit to have more of a sense of motion. i was thinking deer, turtle, spider... but none of those really fit that. so i flipped thru SC&HH for some ideas and came up with some :3

the bottom left one on the first pic there gave me a good idea of what to do with a rat tail, and on the bottom right of that same pic is the Fattest fucking fish and i lifted a lot of that design to use for my fish (and while we're here, the rattler tails on the top right of that pic were what i used for sinti hommas tail), and the bottom left on the second pic gave me the idea for the lizards legs/feet shape, and then i used the chickasaw vocab flashcards of animals to think of animal ideas and so i used the pinti from there to jump me off into doing a rat

theyre all named after the chickasaw words - sinti (snake), shunti (rat/rodent), kanunuk (lizard, specifically green striped lizard, which is why i made it green with stripes lol), nunni (fish) . i use the chickasaw dictionary webpage a lot these days though i should use my dictionary copies more bc they use the spelling style i dont prefer lol

i also want to do maybe a sort of pop art style big print of them, like repeated with different colors behind them? and/or them in a medicine wheel? but those are still wip so we shall see!

[kamari3]

i have a question regarding the post about how to engage online, i think what OP is trying to say is no matter what your personal method is of showing affection, treating a stranger on the internet with the same assumptive casual nature as you would a friend is not good or a healthy mind state to have. Like if you were invited to a get-together and you walked up to someone you didnt know and said "hey ya dickhead, looking fresh today!". You'd NEVER do that irl so why would u online?

Oh, oh I have an answer for this one!

Okay so, full disclosure: I'm autistic so I absolutely have this thing about over analyzing social interactions! I also have this thing where I filter every single experience solely through my own worldview/lense before I can even attempt to apply data from other people's experiences, so it is very limiting and personal. what i say is in reference to me, and whether that applies to anyone else is up in the air.

SO!! TOPIC AT HAND:

In IRL interactions, I normally have to sort people into two sort-of-broad umbrella groups: the in-group that I, in general, do not have to mask around (you know what masking is right?), and the out-group that I do have to mask around.

In a broad sense, the in-group is close family and close friends, and the out-group is literally everyone else.

The only way to go from being in the out-group to the in-group is to be exposed to my non-mask persona and to respond favorably, usually repeatedly with longer and longer exposure.

My 'masks' are necessary tools for interacting in polite society. They are used to help choose correct vocabulary (filter vulgaries, off color jokes, and hyperfixation tangents which are inappropriate for whatever i'm doing- i shouldnt be getting into a debate about Zelda Lore with the cashier at subway just because they say they like my zelda shirt no matter how much i may want to), keep body language somewhat neutral and appropriate (minimize stimming gestures which could accidentally hit someone or break something), and help keep myself on task.

When I am not wearing my mask, or wearing less intense ones, I do not do these things, or do them with a much lower rate of success.

It is expected and appropriate to maintain my Polite Society Masks when out in society to minimize inconveniencing the other people in my community.

However, it is Literally Impossible to forge a connection with anyone, ever, while wearing these masks. They arent real. They are Acting that is Necessary and largely do not reflect my actual personality and disposition.

To make a friendship, one needs to show sincerity and vulnerability, to offer up yourself in a show of (usually platonic) intimacy that can be accepted, and hopefully reciprocated.

Offline, there is this confusing, intricate social etiquette dance that I really don't understand that cues us into when and where it is okay for me to do this, to take off this mask and attempt the Friendship Test.

Online, there really isnt any such thing, or at least not one I have noticed. The rules I have managed to figure out (assuming i'm right, i may not be) are about the context of the website you are having the interaction on. Professional places like Facebook, LinkedIn, delivery service apps, and business emails are all examples of online places where the Mask is necessary.

I have always considered Tumblr to, by and large, be a place where the Mask can come Off.

However, exceptions that prove the rule and all that: certain individual Blogs/Users can differentiate themselves as being set aside to be Mask Only interaction: like Neil Gaimen, for example, and now the OP of that post. Boundaries are established and now, so long as I remember their username, I will know to put the mask on around them in order to be polite at all times.

This, by the very nature of my situation, excludes all possibility of actual friendship between us, since it cuts away the chance for intimacy and vulnerability.

And that is OK! There is nothing wrong with not being friends! \o/ We can be polite and share the same space! And I agreed with that sentiment greatly!

I am, vaguely, aware that other people do not necessarily function this way. There is a great possibility that OP from that post has some other avenues or rituals for making friends online, which other people can pick up on and utilize. And thats great too! But I cant do that. Until such a time as I am personally given a little metaphorical permission slip to be as unhinged as I feel like being around OP, I have to accept and respect the distinct possibility that there is never going to be a Friendship between us. Which I do! Because I'm (trying) not (to be) an entitled prick, and I think that everyone should be able to establish their own boundaries and have those be respected, even if it conflicts with my own and necessitates distance.

Anyway I hope you enjoy my essay that sits as an example for how hilariously bad I am at actually talking to people. :3

[autumnoakes]

that last post was making me think and i was rambling in the tags until i reached 30 and tumblr cut me off. i didn't want to derail that post so here goes:

i struggle with reading long papers and blocks of text. usually my brain will just go "oh fuck that actually" and i have to force myself to at least skim through the text. because of this, i will sometimes use a screen reader or text to speech just to read something i need to, even if i'm not processing anything being said. i was talking about this to some uni friends on a discord server and one of them brought up dyslexia. i am not dyslexic. when i was diagnosed with ADHD, the psychologist said i couldn't have dyslexia. and my friend went "sure feels like it sometimes, doesn't it?"

i used to think i was bad at math. for university level math (because i am a STEM major), my best grade was a C+, and i had to retake every math course except statistics. the one course i failed in high school was math (which was also the same time i realized that i cannot do online learning very well, especially self-paced online learning. a bitch (me) needs structure). but last term, i managed an A+ in calculus 2. this came after dropping the same course 2 times before because i didn't want an F on my transcript. so i figured two withdrawals was better. i'm not bad at math. but i struggled to keep up with the work outside of class, and i ended up forgetting the techniques and the formulas, so i got low grades on the assignments and exams.

i mix up the order of letters when spelling out words. i can't thoroughly read long blocks of text without exhausting my eyes and mind. i can't hold numbers in my head which makes counting almost literally painful. i often have to remind myself that i'm reading because i space out staring at the page and the word kinda just looks like a shape. sometimes i don't get any sort of work done because i tried, but the words weren't there and they didn't make any sense on paper and i didnt understand the question so i gave up trying after 5 minutes.

i didn't understand how much my ADHD affects me until very recently. i'm messy, because it's less effort to toss things onto the floor or on a chair than it is to put things away "properly" (especially considering when there's no proper place, or the proper place is full). i have trouble falling asleep because my mind won't turn off and i need a distraction (but staring at your phone is bad and playing games on the computer is invigorating, not relaxing). driving is difficult because there's so much to pay attention to on the road and do at one time that my mind kinda short circuits and i forget everything that i need to do (especially when i'm stressed out over something or the other). i go on long tangents because i get to rambling and don't really realize what i'm talking about or remember what i was originally talking about (and no, i cannot explain what my thought process was. i don't remember, but i can point it out over text when the evidence is right in front of me). i switch between tasks because sometimes my mind absolutely REFUSES to get invested, so i bounce between 10 different video games or 15 different songs or 5 different tasks because i just cannot focus solely on one (but if i can, then i'll focus on that for hours and hours and come out of it dizzy and with a headache. and sometimes i can't do much of anything at all, which is pain and suffering).

[bottomburt]

gonna be a big venty post about a lot of things im sad about

its not gonna be everything obviously

also dont worry, im ok, im absolutely terrified of dying so my life isnt at risk or anything

i honestly hate my apartment, i wish i didnt have to pay 2000+ dollars a month for what feels like a hotel room. i wish i could be in a house. i want to live in a place that feels like where a person would spend their life in, and this apartment just doesnt feel like that. i hate having to use a community laundry area. i want my own laundry room i want a place that feels like an actual fucking home and not a pair of rooms joined together with some extras like a bathroom and a kitchen. i want an actual living space. i want a front and back yard. i dont want to have to climb 2 flights of stairs just to get back home. i hate living in this place. theres roaches every now and then and im scared theyre gonna keep coming back. i hate not having a garage. i hate having a closes thats barely enough to fit most of the things i have. i dont like the general feeling of the people around me. i dont like being around university students. i hate living right next to a shopping center when its loud as fuck late at night. i wish i had chosen something different.

i hate feeling so lonely lately. 3 out of the 7 days in a week im just at my desk or in my bed just waiting until i feel ready to stream and talk to fucking no one for hours on end. i dont want a roommate though because i like the experience of having to take care of myself. it only sucks when im by myself with my own thoughts and nothing to do and everything to think and the sound of my own voice in my own head gets so grating i just want to hear another person speak to me for once. and the days i do have social interactions are just classrooms where im so burnt out from the classes that i just dont have much to say.

my classes are so fucking stressful. im more stressed out about classes than i ever have been. it doesnt help its adding onto the stress of renting an apartment but the classes feel so much more time consuming and exhausting this semester. one of my classes requires 10+ discussion posts on full chapters of reading and i really just am not motivated to do any of it. the in class time is honestly really good and i like my teachers, but the time outside of class just feels like a 30 ton weight on my shoulders that i just have to drag around until may.

i miss inky so much.

i keep ordering food and it really bothers me. i have the greatest opportunity to cook for myself but i either keep ordering food or the times i do cook for myself end up feeling unsatisfying. i feel like im fucking up cooking rice. i dont even know how thats possible. the rice keeps getting weirdly soggy and gross every time i make it and it just hasnt been the same since the first time i made it. i dont know what im fucking up. its so annoying trying to make rice that just doesnt want to turn out how i want it to.

i have so many boxes that i need to throw out but havent had time to. i know it'll make me feel better if i do but i just can never get any sort of motivation to do it.

the light strips i have put up have been barely hung up for months now. theres a big section of the light strip that i havent put back up so like half of it has just been hanging off the wall and honestly ive just been hoping itll fall on its own so i finally have a reason to put it back up properly. itll just stay like that i guess.

im generally unhappy with my streams as of late. its the same feeling ive felt before where i put in so much effort to my streams and it just never feels like it pays off. i could never quit though because i absolutely love streaming, but even just having a tiny piece of the interactivity that other streamers have would be nice.

i think thats all im really sad about, it felt nice to put it somewhere

[thedragonqueen1998]

Nothing like having shared traumas/issues to help bonding! XD and yes, i love the whole trope of thinking your worthless/ when you're the strongest thing to exist.

Hmm, Leap being weak before getting Desmond could be interesting or its like in the Venom movies where there werent any good compatible hosts until Eddie, but in this case its Isu %. Abstergo wouldnt risk those subjects cause i headcannon that due to the "Desmond eugenics" project that high Isu % bloodlines were sorta kept in the Assassin and Templar order so they make valuable Animus subjects that shouldnt be "wasted" on such a high risk experiment. Plus, another tick into making Desmond feel less "human" is always nice(another trope im a sucker for).

I cant wait to see it finished. :D Also, fun fact: the artist making it is called Rebecca. XD So whenever i type Rebecca or Becca i think of her. Im defo gonna post about it once its done. You want me to tag you when i do? ^^

Lol, i just got into the story and Leap just stuck. XD But it fits, their bond, using the Eye, going rogue. Its all a Leap of Faith. One they take together.

True, Bill wouldnt want to risk it, but Desmond went full symbiote mode when he aimed the gun, so he decided to just lock her up. He's not admitting it, but looking at his son in that moment... it scared him. How inhuman he was. How savage. And just imagine what a Templar would feel! It's better to keep the peace for now. Pick your battles Bill. This is not a war you wanna lose. (Just remembered Desmond is supposed to be in a coma. XD Hmm, we could have Desmonds and Leaps reveal force Bill to come earlier, so he's with them during the later parts of Brotherood. So when Lucy is revealed to be a traitor Desmond is still conscious enough to defend her before collapsing.)

Lol, Clay would probably be so chill about it. Just joking with Leap and teasing Desmond. And with how Leap is helping Desmond with not only Ezio and Altaïr, but everyone else(why is Ratonhnaké:ton locked? This shouldnt be?), when Clay asks to be brought with them, Desmond goes "Im not 100% sure? Give us some time to think about it." So, when everything is being deleted they hug Clay. "It's gonna be okay. We won't abandon you."

True, Rebecca is pretty scared of Leap and it only gets so much worse when she sees her(i feel Leap is on the more feminine side) straight up eating Cross. She just. Can't. It doesnt matter that Cross betrayed them. He was her friend, he was a victim! When Desmond gets back, Rebecca refuses to look at him and barely talks to them. They are confused and hurt. What did they do to make her hate them? She might not have been a fan of them eating people, but she didnt react like this with them eating Vidics goons back at the first hideout. Why does everyone hate them? We are just doing what we're ordered to. Isnt that what i was made/raised for? Shaun is friendly, but is it because he is confident he can hurt us? But he wouldnt! He is nice to us! But Lucy was nice. And Rebecca was too...

I imagine Clay is with them, but with his mind still being pretty fractured(putting yourself back together only does so much), he mostly sleeps while Leap sorts out his mind and ancestry(Desmond tries to help, but someone has to be in control when doing things, so hes the designated driver for the moment).

Yeah, we can hide Leaps existence. When all the goons attacking the hideout got killed Vidic didnt risk revealing himself(too bad they didnt use any body cams, didn't realise the Bleeding effect training would be so effective on Subject 17). Lucy knew that telling Abstergo about Leap would stop Project Siren and with the world at risk? She can't take that chance. Hopefully Vidic will forgive her once this is over.

Oooh, Abstergo is gonna be even more desperate for the Apple and Desmond now. This is unprecidented use of the Apple! Must be something to do with Subject 17s high Isu%.

Leap is actually feling stuffed! This is amazing! Can we do this again? Please Desmond! Please please please please pleeeeeeease! "Im sorry, but i dont think this is gonna happen often, but if we ever find a big Templar hideout we can do certainly eat everyone again." YEEEEEESSSSS!

Oh, thank you. It's a huge honor that you think the ending was perfect. I would have been immensly happy with just "good". 💜 God, this is making me actually wanna try and write a full fanfic of this,but knowing myself ill just get stumped on the smaller details and give up. Doing these posts where the scenes, characters and overall plot is being disscussed is honestly enough for me. And ofc if we inspire others to wrote or draw i feel like i can say a job well done. Im honoured by the drawing that slightly-stable did by just the fact that they liked the idea! 💜💜

Im gonna be sad when i inevitly go out of ideas for this AU, but unlike all the other ideas i have, this one will have a legacy. A mark upon the world. Whetever its positive, negative or just neutral, time will tell. But like the Assassins and Templars, it can be a story a thousand years in the making. Do not do what i do and let a thousand ideas fade, but shout them out! Let the world know what your mind makes, for i guarantee you. There will always be someone out there who will like it and be inspired.

Edit: realise i went a bit on that last section. 😅 i cant help it, sometimes i get into these intense writing sessions and all my energy is spent trying to type correctly and choerently. XD

So i got a AC x Venom/Marvel crossover idea that ive been toying around with recently that i wanted to share:

So the reason that Symbiotes dont work so well with bonding is mostly the whole "We need to eat brains to live" thing clashes with most superhero morals, but Assassin's kill all the time so that could be a match made in heaven?

So, we could do this 2 ways: 1) is that desmond gets a symbiote when he and Lucy break out of Abstergo. Desmond stepped in some weird white and red goo, but with Lucy running ahead he couldnt really spare a thought to it. So, when he gets shoved in the trunk he gets to bond with the symbiote. Its a misfit just like him, completely alone in a world where you cant tell anyone who you truly are for fear of being discovered/abandoned/abused. So why not be misfits together? Desmond gets major flak for being such a chocolate addict, but hes losing hus mind over here so he gets his chocolate. He doesnt tell anyone about his friend until the templars show up and he and symbiote goes on an all you can eat buffe to everyones horror.

Or 2) where Desmond's body is recovered by Abstergo and during a containment breach a symbiote gets to his body and revives it(Isu bullshit FTW!) and goes on a rampage before dissapearing. Until Erudito gets a call on the emergency line from someone claiming to be Desmond.

Thoughts & Notes:

I imagine the symbiote to kinda look like Carnage & Anti-Venom, mainly being white with red details: his fingers are blood red that fade into black the closer to the hand you get until the black bleeds to the white in the middle of the fore-arms(the legs are the same). Instead of the spider symbol on the chest and back, he has the AC logo.

In option 1, idk what name would fit the symbiote, but in nr.2 id defo say they would name themselves Revenge for what Abstergo did to them.

Desmond would at first have issues eating people, but the symbiote does need it to live and if they stick to Templars and bad guys hes happy, so eh. Just make it a quick and clean kill, its the assassin way.

Idk how the others would really react really, but Bill would defintly go "This we can use, you are the perfect Assassin now", much to Desmonds frustration. Does Bill even see him as his son anymore?

Im all out of ideas now, what do you think? ^^

The origin of the Symbiote can be:

If we’re sticking to keep this as a Marvel/Venom/Spider-Man crossover, the Symbiote keeps its Marvel origin

If we’re keeping this contained into AC world, we can morph the Symbiote into a failed Isu experiment. In this route, the Symbiote could have been a failed plan to create an armor that can withstand the Solar Flare. It gained sentient due to some sort of Solar Flare-induced mechanical failure in its containment or lab and it spent centuries being alone until Abstergo got it.

Regardless of which route we choose, the idea would be: In Abstergo’s hands, it was studied and experimented on without realizing it was sentient which meant Abstergo was hurting it without realizing it.

This way the symbiote would have a reason to hate Abstergo and the Templar Order.

Or, you know, he could just like Desmond and be like “I like you so I’ll eat them.” kind of deal.

Another way that can be a combination of Way 1 & 2, Desmond got the symbiote when he returned to Rome to rescue Bill.

During the chase and ‘fight’ scene between Desmond and Cross, Cross could have accidentally shot the symbiote’s container and Desmond stepped on it in his mad dash to take down Cross as soon as possible.

The symbiote only started talking to him once he’s back in the Grand Temple and he believes it’s a more severe version of the Bleeding Effect first.

Actually…

Regardless of which Way we go for, Desmond wouldn’t immediately believe that he has a symbiote. He would cling to Lucy’s words that he’s hallucinating thanks to the Bleeding Effect and he would think the symbiote is more or less his mind trying to keep him sane by creating a weird sorta-not-sorta-shapeless being that seemed to be a mirror image of himself: completely alone in a world where he cannot tell anyone who he truly was for fear of being discovered, abandoned and/or abused.

The first time the symbiote would make itself known to everyone would be either from a battle with Abstergo (for Way 1 &2) or to actually protect Desmond from the device’s recoil because, while it cannot take the full brunt of the Solar Flare, the device’s recoil? Yeah, could totally do that.

Other Unorganized Notes:

I’m kinda imagining the Assassin insignia to start out more like ink blots with small veins stretched outward and the more Desmond and the symbiote ‘connect’, the more the Assassin insignia becomes clearer until the ink blots disappear but it’s an Assassin insignia that has small vein-shaped lines stretching outward.

I kinda like the idea that the symbiote’s name would be connected to either having an Assassin as its host or eagles in general. On the top of my head: Revenge (like you explained), Soar (which gives us a chance to make a lame joke of someone mishearing it as “Sore”), Flight, Leap, Hidden… or, you know, we can go for “Assassin” because no one can think of a better name or even “Bleed” because sometimes the symbiote suit looks like it’s bleeding and as a reference to the wrong idea they have that this might have been some kind of genetic mutation caused by the Bleeding Effect.

Shaun and Rebecca would freak out (Lucy too if we’re setting this in a timeline where the symbiote’s connection to Desmond made him stop before he stabbed Lucy) but they’d try to understand. Shaun would definitely be more on the side of poking it to see what it does because his self-preservation flipflop a lot while Rebecca is more worried about its effect on Desmond’s overall health in general.

Bill would definitely go “we can use this” the first time he heard of it then ask if Desmond’s alright later but, by then, the damage has been done. Even if Bill is genuine in his concern, Desmond don’t fucking care anymore.

The symbiote is the easiest way to stop Desmond’s Bleeding Episodes although it also likes to talk to his Bleeds. Altaïr finds it fascinating. Ezio is wary of it. Ratonhnhaké:ton just talks to it normally although there’s a hint of cautiousness in his tone.

It would be funny if the symbiote starts Bleeding Desmond’s ancestors once they reached a certain ‘connection level’ but instead of its personality being overwritten by the Bleed, it’s like the symbiote creates another ‘head’ to house the Bleed instead. This turns out to be the best way to keep Desmond from Bleeding but they can’t control who Bleeds, him or the symbiote… not yet anyway.

[artisticgryfess]

Stormlight Modern AU - Worldbuilding

I’m never gonna write this but if anyone sees this they should feel free to!!

It’s a lot so it’s going under a read more

Each of the princedoms is a province of Alethkar

Each province has an army, which are used much the same way as they are in the canon books (i.e. against each other trying to get more land and by the king, working for the benefit of alethkar as a whole)

Each province has claim over one major thing in terms of running the country, although they must accede to the king should he make a decree

Kholin has War (the most important and highest ranked general)

Sebarial has Commerce (regulates trade)

Sadeas has Information (spies, criminal justice, policing forces)

Slavery works the exact same, except while most singers are slaves, they have the same legal rights as human slaves

Highprince is still an official title and has the exact same station and meaning, but they are elected, for life or til resignation. While it is usually passed down in families via the sons/daughters being the only one running, it is fully possible for an outsider to run and win. It is a very rare occurrence, though.

Kings are also elected, but no one from outside the family has ever run against members of it and won

Gender roles are more expectations than societal laws; there are a few male scholars and a few female soldiers, although neither is extremely common and all of them face some prejudice

Safehands stopped being a thing long ago, and everyone is literate, not just women (the literacy fight was the harder one)

Spren are still a thing, and while it is well-known amongst the scientific community that if you record any singular measurement for a given spren, that individual spren maintains that measurement possibly for the rest of time, even if it varied before it was written down

There are scientists who devote their life to studying spren, but they cannot really learn what spren actually are, due to the lack of Elsecallers, Lightweavers, or Willshapers.

Someone did once propose the hypothesis that they are living ideas, but she was ridiculed and laughed out of the sprenologist community

Jasnah has studied her proposal

There is no mention of Shadesmar made anywhere but ancient documents, and there is no real reason to associate those with spren

Spren are widely regarded as the most mysterious phenomenon in the world, and while generations of scientists have been studying them, they will likely remain so

There are plenty of references to the Desolations, the Heralds, the Knights Radiant, Stormlight, etc. but there are few documents that actually explain them

After electricity was invented, people stopped leaving their gemstones out in highstorms - after a while, it became a folk tale, then a true myth, then disappeared from the minds of the non-historians entirely

There are historical mentions of it originating from pretty much everywhere in Roshar, even a few (though only a very few) from Shinovar

Shardblades are either buried beneath lots of rock, sitting in museums, or on display in rich people's’ mansions

Shardplate was tried in combat, but has fallen out of use due to its lack of effectiveness against bullets at first, and later the lack of how to recharge gemstones and thus regenerate shardplate

Same for soulcasters

Technology is modern level - and people have caught radio waves from Scadrial from a hundred or so years back.

There is ongoing research on the origin of these waves, how old they are, and what any of it even means (language barriers yo!)

Jasnah is a historian at a college in Kholinar, but doesn’t teach - its just her main base of operations for her research

She’s studying the ancient civilizations of roshar, she’s currently trying to figure out what soulcasters were used for + what stormlight was

She’s found mentions of Stormlight all across Roshar, and knows that the highstorms renew it.

She believes that if she could find the right reference from Shinovar, she could learn just what it is - unfortunately, if such a record exists, it has not been found yet.

Shallan is going to the same college on a student visa, convinced Jasnah to tutor her

Kaladin was a soldier in Sadeas’ army, serving under Amaram until one day he killed a high-ranking enemy officer and refused the boon Amaram offered him - so Amaram killed all that was left of his squad and sold Kaladin into slavery. He is currently working construction on a new building in the university in kholinar, the very place he had been hoping to go

He’s still very skilled with the spear, but learned it as a hobby sport in his teens and has never wielded one in actual combat

He’s still 19 - signed up to pay for med school, and for Tien’s school

Shallan is a citizen of Jah Keved, going to college in Kholinar on a student visa

She’s majoring in Art and Ecology, and considering a minor in history after Jasnah pointed out just how much there still is to learn there and how little she personally knows

Lived a sheltered life on her father’s estate - he owned a small company

Going to college in the hopes of finding a way to continue to maintain it, possibly by selling some of Jasnah’s research?

Parents die same way as in canon, pretty much

Dalinar is Jasnah’s father, highprince of war, and highprince of the province of Kholin

One of the king’s most trusted advisors - its said that if he decided to run for king, he would be the first outside of the royal family to be placed on the throne

His house has the closest familial ties to the throne, but they’re still pretty distant. They no longer share the same last name, due to various women holding the throne

Adolin is Dalinar’s eldest son, and the most likely successor to the Kholin throne

He’s a very accomplished duelist

greatsword is his preferred weapon, second is longsword

Romantic activities much the same

Unsure what he wants to do with his life, but guesses that he’ll probably end up being on the Kholin throne or going pro with his dueling

Doesn’t really want the former, thinks he’ll have to do it anyway

[gorgynei]

Chetney’s playlist

Travis definitely secretly put meaning into each song choice, so im going to try to extract the possible meaning from each song because its there. i know it is. below the cut because its long :”) 

          1. werewolf - the frantics

so this song doesn’t have any lyrics outside of the first intro, but i think its more of a representation of Chetney turning into a werewolf than anything. fitting song to start off with.

         2. lifeline - bad wolves

we know Chetney didnt have friends prior to meeting bells hells, and this song sort of feeds into that feeling of being isolated. if i had to make a guess, id say this represents his feeling of isolation in Uthodurn after realizing he was a werewolf and feeling totally alone and struggling. the choice for it to be a rock song with a sadder meaning hidden in the lyrics mirrors Chetney as well. 

         3. we will rock you - multiple artists

this song is about picking yourself up after being kicked down and i absolutely think this represents Chetney’s attacking of his boss and subsequent leave from Uthodurn. hes trying to rebuild his life with his newfound wolf and has hardened his resolve to find an actual place to belong, and so he goes looking for other werewolves.

         4. wolf totem - the HU

im unsure what this song represents for Chetney, because its about a group of people defending themselves. it could represent Chetney alone, but i cant parse meaning from it- unless it’s something Chetney hasn’t told us about his backstory. 

         5. wolves - selena gomez

this is another interesting one. its very very clearly about another person, probably a lover/partner, but i could also see it representing someone else who just treated Chetney with kindness in the time post-Uthodurn but pre-campaign. we just don’t know enough to draw a conclusion i think. 

         6. fire inside - pop evil

this is Chetney learning to use hemocraft. undoubtedly. he’s creating a fire inside his blood and learning how to tame the wolf. 

         7. kidnap the sandy claws - nightmare before christmas ost

i’d say this was a joke song, but we know Chetney has a knack for sneaking around so its possible this represents his skill? i really dont know.

         8. seven nation army - SKÁLD

yet another song about fighting and being powerful. however, hidden in the subtext of the song theres an insecurity, an instability in the aggression and a self-doubt, which may reflect something similar in Chetney. 

         9. hollow moon (bad wolf) - AWOLNATION

theres a pretty obvoius theme of making a deal “with a bad wolf” in order to better control it (which is Chetney controling his werewolf side), but theres also a lot of fear. i think this song is about Chetney trying to be comfortable but still having walls up. 

         10. animals - architects 

more of the running theme of fear, fighting back, and running. Travis is definitely trying to push this, but im not exactly sure what it means outside of “Chetney feels alone and like a wild animal”. 

         11. howlin’ for you - the black keys

this song is similiar to wolves - selena gomez in that its about another person, but theres also a theme of something else that i cant quite put my finger on. unsure what this means specifically in regards to Chetney. 

         12. thriller - michael jackson

this song is pretty late in the playlist to be a prelude, but this song very much feels like it could represent Chetney being attacked by the werewolves that cause him to turn. it could also just generally be a stand in for him prowling through the night and generally being a sneaky guy, but im not sure which fits better.

         13. werewolves of london - warren zevon

this song doesnt have a terribly deep meaning, its Chetney just existing and chilling as a werewolf like we see him doing in the campaign. he’s successfully tamed his wolf. 

         14. christmas with the devil - spinal tap

unsure what this one means specifically, same with the other christmas song. its possible Chetney is the devil in this song, possibly embracing his werewolf side and calling others to embrace their wild side? side note: “No bells in Hell” is a lyric in this one, good touch. 

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im not super solid on what the overarching theme is. Chetney definitely has a lot of fear and anger, but also he’s looking for someone/something (likely not a person he already knows, rather someone he can be close with?). if anyone else has additions or different interpretations theyd like to raise im all for it! 

[werenotadulting]

Routine Procedure - Finale

Author's note - Hope you enjoyed!

Part 7 - Kate

If you'd asked her, Kate wouldn't have been able to tell what exactly had gotten her interested in it.

Maybe it was the idea of the power dynamic. She had always been one of those girls labeled as 'bossy' growing up, which was a misogynistic way of saying that she wasn't afraid to speak up and speak her mind.

Or maybe it was the subversion of expectations of a traditional relationship that did it for her. The idea that she was the one in control, the one making all the decisions.

Maybe it was the fact that it was so taboo and kinky that appealed to her. It didnt really matter, whatever the reason.

Kate was into being a Mommy Domme, and Kate found nothing hotter than having a diapered little bitch boy to call her own.

The ultimate fantasy was teaching the boy to love and trust his diapers. Make him associate orgasming with wet diapers and diaper changes. Create a leaking "accident" in public so he learns that while thicker diapers might increase the risk of being noticed, they save you from the embarrassment of wet pants.

Of course, she had considered bringing up her desires to Mike, but based off of past experiences, she didn't want to chance it. Mike was just too perfect of a guy to risk blowing it like that.

She had always been the dominant one in bed, with Mike eagerly submitting to her every whim, so she knew they were sexually compatible. It had never gone past light bondage though, and Kate was starting to get an itch that handcuffs and blindfolds just wouldn't scratch.

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It had come up entirely by chance, one day while she was scrolling through an obscure ABDL forum.

The post read: "Biomedical engineer here, and I think I've figured out a way to induce instant, semi-permanent incontinence."

The post was over 3 days old, and only had two comments on it. The first was from a mod, basically saying to take everyone's posts with a grain of salt. The second was from the OP, about 24 hours after the original post.

"I know it sounds like a fantasy, but I'm pretty confident it will work. I've had a career in medical devices for the last 8 years, specializing in the urology space. I don't want to get too deep into the details on here, so just PM me of you're interested."

Kate rolled her eyes.

Everyone in this community is so hooked on the 'I want to be instantly incontinent' thing, and all it ever ends up being is some silly fap content, she thought to herself.

"You know what, let's feed the troll and see what bites," she muttered.

Liv2DomU: ok spill, what's your magical method?

PrinceOfPadding: this for you, or someone else?

Liv: hypothetically, let's say it's for a boyfriend

Prince: Ahh okay. Very interesting. Well, like I said, I've worked in med device for awhile, and I've recently started my own company. I primarily work in the urology space, catheters, scopes, that kind of stuff.

Liv: hmm hate to break it to u bud, but catheters kinda already exist

Prince: oh sure, catheters exist, but my idea is to bridge the catheter world with the stent world

Liv: sounds idk...sketchy? illegal?

As she read more, Kate was beginning to think that this guy might not be as full of crap as she had initially thought. He had his own start-up, which had already launched a Foley catheter to the market. It was all above-board and legit.

Prince: so, for the aspiring incontinent-person-to-be, the ring is positioned with a catheter, and stays in place once the Foley is removed. Then overtime, probably a month at minimum, depending on the chemical makeup and customer desire, the ring breaks down and is naturally absorbed into the body. And they all sign a consent form saying they accept the risks of such a procedure.

Liv: so then once it's dissolved they are back to being being able to control their bladder?

Prince: that's the theory, yes

Liv: theory?

Prince: well, dissolvable stent technology present state takes like 18 months to break down, and the manufacturing of it is patented and kept under lock and key

Liv: so basically all you have to offer is a catheter lol

Prince: well no. I've got some good leads on dissolvable compounds, but I've got to do trials of the rings first to see if it would even work. I've promised free diapers for the first few months if people sign up, but it's been hard to get subjects

Liv: so these trial rings wouldn't dissolve?

Prince: nope

Liv: meaning my hypothetical boyfriend would be....?

Prince: permanently diaper dependent, yeah

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In the end Kate was curious enough that she was willing to hear the guy out.

He'd asked for a mailing address and her phone number. The first was to send proof that his company was real, and the second was just to keep in contact should she decide to proceed.

It all made sense, at least in theory. Foley catheters were safe, provided they were inserted by a trained healthcare professional. A normal person would get a normal catheter just like everyone else. But an ABDL would be signing up for what was essentially an intentionally faulty catheter.

Assuming they knew they were willingly signing up for it.

When asked about 'accidental' ring implants, Prince had basically said, hey, people really need to learn to read the fine print.

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I walked out to the mailbox. I've been expecting test results back from the scan I'd had a few weeks back. Opening up the box, I noticed a large envelope with my hospital's address on the front.

About time, I thought, grabbing the envelope and the rest of the mail.

I walked back into the house, where Kate was making herself a cup of tea.

"Anything good in the mail?" she asked, taking a sip from her mug.

I listed them aloud as I started to flip though the mail, "Looks like some junk mail, an internet bill, a brochure for some UroVention medical thing, and last but not least, my test results."

I dropped the rest of the mail on the counter and started to open up my scan results. As I was reading, Kate walked over and began sorting through the other mail.

"Oh good, they said it's benign, but they're still worried about the location. They're recommending removal, just to be on the safe side."

"Removal for something benign? That sounds odd, but whatever," Kate said, tucking something into her back pocket.

"I'm not too worried. It sounds like it should be a pretty routine procedure."

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Part 8 - Mike

I sat down on the couch, my diaper squishing underneath me. Kate had taken to putting two stuffers in my diaper, even though these Tykables could already hold a lot. The warm, comforting feeling of my wet diaper started to turn me on, just like it did every time I realized how wet I was or if I was about to get a change. Not that I could do anything about it, though.

I flipped open the laptop and signed in. It would probably be a good hour before Kate got back from the store. Apparently I was being downgraded from sippy cups to bottles.

Once logged in, I noticed that the screen was still up to the site where Kate had last been. It was another diaper order, this time a case of Megamaxes. I felt my cheeks start to heat up, seeing that Kate had chosen the pink color for the whole case.

I opened up a private window, and navigated to KinkLink. My profile on here was pretty bare. It always had been, just containing my age, gender, and some basic interests. I hadn't even bothered to post a picture when I set it up. I preferred to look at other people's profiles rather than post things of my own.

I was always intrigued by people's locations and how close they were to where I lived. One such person who I came back to check the posts of daily was a mommy domme, who it happened lived in my town. Her first posts, from nearly three years ago, were what had first caught my attention.

'Every night I dream about finding my perfect diaper slut. He will wake up to me rubbing his thick, soggy padding, the little bedwetter that I turned him into.'

'Picture this: You, in a wet diaper and nothing else. Me, in my black lingerie with a strap on. Do I have any volunteers?'

'Have no doubt, if you date me, it's diapers forever. There's no "only at home" or "but my parents are coming over". Maybe I'll just find a way to make you incontinent. Then you won't have an excuse.'

And then there were the pictures. She never would show her face, but she didn't need to.. She wasn't lying about the black lingerie. It left very little to the imagination. Then the next picture, where the bra came off, and she was just in her lacy panties, her pierced nipples and tattoos on display. Maybe it was the octopus tattoo on her arm, my favorite animal, that made her stick out to me.

But there was one post that I always came back to and was entranced by. It was a picture of her holding an ABU Kiddo, right below her breasts. She wasn't wearing any clothing.

'Aww baby, did you wet the bed? I think we should probably put you in some protection.'

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I stood in line at the coffee shop. It wasn't too busy for a Tuesday at 9 a.m., only two people were ahead of me. As the first person in line got her coffee and the second lady stepped up to place her order, I checked my phone. Still a half hour before I needed to be at work, I had some time to sit and enjoy my drink. I got my usual and went off to a booth in the corner.

"Excuse me, but do you happen to know what the Wi-Fi password is here?"

I looked up to see the woman who had been in front of me in line.

"Oh um, yeah it's....oh I think they just changed it. Try 'PINTO'. They always pick some sort of bean, I think they find it amusing, but it's never a coffee bean..." I trailed off.

She smiled, "Oh thank you so much, yeah I'll try that."

My mouth fell open is shock.

"I uhhh...I like your tattoo," I said. "They're my, um, favorite animal."

"Oh mine too! Isn't the octopus, like, the coolest animal?"

"D-definitely. Hey, would you like to sit with me? I'm just hanging out while I wait for work. My name is Mike by the way."

"That sounds really nice. Thank you, Mike. I'm Kate."

[reluctant-mandalore]

Codywan Week 2021 (Day 1): Fix-It

Mornings after the war are calm and relaxing. Cody enjoys them immensely—especially when he wakes up safety next to his love—but sometimes he can’t help and think about the what ifs of life. Thankfully he has Obi Wan at his side to help ease him away from such worries. 

Warnings: no order 66 au, fix it au, let them be happy damn it, Fluff, a bit of angst, cuddling, kissing, established relationship, hurt/comfort, not beta read. 

Word Count: 3247

Pairing: Cody x Obi Wan Kenobi

a/n: I found out about codywan week very late, and I know the week has already ended a while ago, but I still wanted to write some fics for it. So in the next few days I’m just gonna be posting what I managed to come up with. Anyway, for the day one prompt ‘fix it’ I decided to do an au where order 66 didnt happen and cody and obi wan are in love. I love my hurt/comfort fics so I decided to feature that a bit too in this. Enjoy! 

The early morning light had filtered in through the large window of their room. Its gentle rays warming Cody’s skin, as he had shifted within the soft sheets of their shared bed. He had rolled away from its light—not quite ready to wake up yet—and sought the comfort of his lover by his side. His face quickly nuzzling itself into the man next to him, as a pleased sound had left him at the feeling of a pair of strong arms moving to cradle him in close. There had been a kiss placed onto his forehead then. The other man's beard tickling his skin in the process while Cody himself had only sunk more into his hold.

“Morning darling.”

Obi Wan had managed to get out before yawning quietly to himself. He had placed a few more kisses along Cody’s skin then. Each one leaving a tingling sensation in its wake, and sending a shot of warmth to blossom within him. At one point a soft praise had left Obi Wan among the kisses he had littered over his partner. It had been something about how lovely Cody had looked in the morning light. Though with Cody’s tired state it had barely registered in his mind, and where a snarky reply would usually follow, only a hum had sounded from the sleepy man. He had been more focused on trying to get in a few more winks while snuggled into the Jedi’s hold, and soon he had grumbled out his annoyance at the prospect of getting up for the day.

“It's not morning yet.”

Obi Wan had only chuckled at that, and he allowed a soothing hand to run along the other man's form. The energy he managed to have so early in the morning had been just as bright and awful as it always was when they woke up together. Cody had always found it endearing in a sense, but also irritating as well. “It appears the rising sun disagrees with you, love.”

Another grumble had only left Cody at that, and he buried his face further into the other man's bare chest. Obi Wan had let him lay there for the time being, a soft tune leaving his lips in hums, as he had drawn circles and shapes along his bare skin. Though eventually he would shift on the bed—attempting to remove himself from Cody—only to have him pulled back in before he could ever really leave. Cody could be so clingy in the morning when he wanted to be, and this day appeared to be no different in that regard. He had no intent on letting Obi Wan leave bed so easily it seemed.

“I’m just going to get you some caf.” Obi Wan had assured him, as he continued struggling to untangle himself from Cody clinging to him, barely managing to finally free himself in the end. “I’ll be back in a moment dear. Promise.”

Cody had barely resisted letting out a whine at the loss of contact. His eyes briefly opening to glance up to Obi wan with a frown, before they had closed again at the feeling of another kiss being pressed to his head. It had been brief, and soon the sound of his love leaving could be heard, confirming to him that now he had the room to himself.

Cody laid there for a long moment as he waited for Obi Wan to return. The sweet songs from the birds outside only helping to lull him farther into his exhausted abyss. All while he had enjoyed the comfort of their soft and warm sheets. Completely content to lay there and wait without a care in the whole Galaxy.

He had been on the cusp of sleeping again when Obi Wan had returned. The scent of fresh coffee wafting into the air and making him want to wake so he could have a taste. Though he hadn’t opened his eyes regardless of the desire too. His eyes not even opening when a gentle hand had been placed on his shoulder to try and raise him from his slumber. The soft touch in the end only sending him deeper into the sheets, as he had attempted to avoid having to wake up properly for the day.

“Love you need to get up now.” Obi Wan had said softly. “I made you some caf—just the way you like it.”

A few more gentle promptings from Obi Wan finally had Cody shifting awake. His eyes flicking open to glance towards his partner with a wide frown again. Though that look of his had softened away quickly at the sight of Obi Wan’s own sweet smile. He had sat up slightly after that. Stretching out his back with an audible crack, as he had let out another yawn.

Obi Wan had brought his mug over to him, and Cody had sat more properly on the bed in order to take it from his hands. When passed to him, the jedi had pressed a kiss to the scar on his forehead, and he had felt his skin warm instantly at the gesture. His heart thundering loudly within his chest, as Obi Wan had settled next to him on the bed to take a sip of his own cup. Which Cody had no doubt had been filled with that new tea he had bought for him to try—Obi Wan always seemed to love his tea after all. 

Cody didn’t think he could ever get used to mornings together. They were always so affectionate and calming in a way. Sometimes he even wondered if this had all been a dream. A dream where one day he would wake up to find himself alone in his bunk again—alone as a clone commander helplessly in love with his Jedi General.

They had sat there together in a comfortable silence for a moment. Sipping away at their drinks and watching the sun rise in the distance. Cody had found the time of war so far away from his mind now. Though in reality it had only been a few years since everything had officially come to an end.

The plot of the clones and the chips having been discovered had made sure of such a thing. They had Fives to thank for that mainly, and Cody found himself thankful ever since. A quick end to Palpatine had followed afterwards, and an even quicker defeat of what remained of the separatist forces had come after that. There had still been conflict of course—as there always would be in the Galaxy—but it had become rather peaceful as of late.

Then there were the issues with the clones and their purpose. Once the chips were removed and the war had ended, it had become a discussion of what to do with them. The senate had discussed and treated their future as if the clones were mere property that they could do with what they wished. Treating them as if they were just droids for war rather than people with their own thoughts and desires.

Many had seen them that way though. Cody had certainly learned of that fact very quickly when he had left Kamino for the first time. It hadn’t been hard to see how many considered the clones to be nothing but fodder for war rather than for the people that they were.

The Jedi had surprisingly done their best to argue in favour of the clones living out the rest of their lives. They went to senate meetings defending them in hopes of giving the clones a choice. 

It had surprised Cody if he was being honest. Sure—arguably they were close to the Jedi to some degree—but even some of them had shown to not care much for the clones. Sometimes he wondered if it was out of some sort of moral code—or even just pity—that had made the Jedi help them. Though other times he couldn’t help but see the bonds that had formed between them all. From friendships—to those who had fallen in love—it was hard to deny the growing connections many clones had made with the Jedi. New attachments brewing around every corner that even the Jedi themselves could not deny.

In the end, everything had pretty much worked out for them. The production of clones for war had ended, and any of those who still lived were finally gaining the rights they should have always had. They could finally have a choice in what they wanted for life. Some of his brothers had chosen to stay with the new reformed republic army, and others had left just as they had always dreamed for in life.

Cody had stayed. Not only because he had wanted to remain close to Obi Wan, but because he wanted to make sure his brothers would retain their rights. He knew people would push back against them, and he would fight for as long as he could to put a stop to their plots.

Obi Wan had been a great help on that end as well. He had helped by setting him up to meet with senators, and would do his best to lend his support when Cody needed a shoulder to lean on. He’d argue and give speeches in long drawn out political meetings. Putting his negotiation skills and charm to good use in the process. They had met some push back of course, but with every step back, they had taken two more forward, and soon it seemed like the clones were finally getting a happy ending.

It had almost seemed too perfect to be true at times, and Cody once again found himself wondering if it were all a mere dream. He thought of all the things that could have happened if they hadn’t put an end to the chips, and in doing so he couldn’t help but reach over to grab onto Obi Wan’s hand. The sudden gesture causing for the other man to look over at him with confusion morphing across his features.

Cody couldn’t help but stare in Obi Wan’s eyes for a long moment. He loved his eyes. They were a shimmering blue, and the light reflecting off of them only made them seem to glow. He could be lost in them for hours if given the chance, and the thought of losing the man he loved had made his heart ache more than he thought possible. And the thought of possibly being the one to cause such a thing had made him feel physically ill.

“Something wrong Cody?” The other had asked quietly. His brows raised in a questioning manner as he brought his cup up to take another sip of his tea. The mug resting before his lips briefly in thought, before he had finally taken another drink of the delicious brew. “You seem to be quite down this morning.”

Cody had merely hummed at first. Deciding to take another sip of his own drink, as he had allowed for the bitter and perfectly sweet liquid to settle over his taste buds. It had been perfect for him. Not too harsh to the taste, but not too sweet either. It was just how he liked it, and just how Obi Wan always made it for him. Perfect and delicious.

“What makes you think that?” He had asked finally, though he was sure he had already known the answer to that question. Obi Wan had always been good at figuring out when something was wrong with him after all.

“Well for one you’ve been staring at me for some time now.” They had both smiled softly at that, though Obi Wan’s next words had brought a small frown to Cody’s lips. “I know I’m pretty to look at, but I’m not that pretty my dear.”

Cody had wanted to argue back against such a claim from the man, but he knew that in doing so he would find his composure unraveling too quickly. So instead he had simply leaned forwards and trailed his free hand up the other man's back. Allowing himself the pleasure of letting his fingers dance along Obi Wan’s spine, and feeling his muscles quiver under his touch. His gentle caress causing for the Jedi to shiver while a dusting of a blush had found itself on his cheeks. Cody soon finding himself wondering just how he had gotten so lucky to have Obi Wan as his partner in life.

“Am I not allowed to just admire you?” He had murmured quietly after some time. His fingers never stopped his exploration of Obi Wan’s skin, as his eyes had done a roam over his form. The need to tease the man for making coffee in nothing but his underwear on the tip of his tongue. Though such a thing never had the chance to leave his lips, as Obi Wan had spoken again before he ever could.

“Oh I never said that, I quite like it when you admire me.” There had been a teasing glint to his voice as he spoke, and the smile he had worn had dripped with a flirtatious shine. It had been a look that Cody had become quite used to over his time with Obi Wan, and it was one that he found both mildly irritating, yet beautiful, all in one. It was just the effect the Jedi had on him he supposed. “But I can tell that something is bothering you, love. I can also feel your unease in the force.”

Cody let out a bitter sigh at that, and had removed his hand from the other man. A frown soon crossing his features as Obi Wan had chuckled at seeing his dismay at the mention of the force. Sometimes he could appreciate the force and all that it had brought, other times he cursed the thing to his very core. The blasted thing always seemed to give away his emotions and feelings to his Jedi. It made hiding things difficult—and though he didn’t want to hide things from his love—there were just some things he had found hard to discuss. His earlier thoughts being one of these dreaded things.

Obi Wan could see Cody’s struggle with himself—and with a worried expression—he had taken his free hand into his own. “Tell me what's wrong Cody. You know I’m always here to listen.”

After the Jedi’s words, Cody had fallen silent again. Carefully playing with Obi Wan’s hand, as he tried to collect his thoughts. In truth, he wanted to talk to him about how he was feeling. He always found that by doing so he felt better about these things. But from years of bottling up his emotions and thoughts he struggled to do so. His protective walls refusing to budge as much as he wished they would. Thankfully, Obi Wan hadn’t seemed to mind. Instead he had simply waited. Giving Cody time to collect himself, as he had sipped at his tea, and let the other man play with his fingers idly.

“I… I was just thinking about what would have happened if we didn’t stop Palptine’s plot in time.” Cody had finally explained. His words tumbling out in waves, as his thoughts had become jumbled again all too quickly. “They said the chips would have stripped us away and made us follow any order they had planned for us. They would have made us… Obi Wan...”

Cody found he couldn’t finish the sentence, though they both knew what he had been talking about. The chips had a list of orders implanted into them. Ones that the clones wouldn’t have been able to resist had they been activated. Order 66 had been one of these set of orders in the chips. It had shocked everyone when they had learned of it, and Cody had personally felt sick to his stomach at the mere thought of it.

Obi Wan had gently removed himself and the cup from his hands then, setting both of their mugs on the side table as he did. Soon he had taken Cody’s hands again and brought them up so that he could press a kiss to the back of them. He didn’t say anything as he did this. He didn’t need to really. His blue eyes had held all the meaning and words that they ever needed to in the moment. Their gentle and comforting gaze only helping to relax Cody away from his worries.

Cody would never understand how a simple look from the other man could help ease his pain so quickly—though whether it be the force or the love they shared—he found didn’t care for the meaning as long as it had brought him back to himself.

Tears had formed in Cody’s eyes then, as he had barely held back a sob at the weight of his own thoughts. Obi Wan had been quick to help brush them away as they had fallen. He had practically crumbled into the Jedi’s arms. He couldn’t seem to help himself. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had cried so easily and freely. The thoughts of the horror and pain that those chips could have done—what they could have made the clones do—shattering him to pieces within minutes.

The two of them had stayed there together for a long moment. Cody cradled tightly in his arms, as Obi Wan had soothed him gently. His reassuring words, and soft caresses, helping to lull Cody into a state of ease once more. His earlier tears had dried during this time. The only evidence of their existence being that of the salty trails they had left behind on his cheeks.

“Our drinks are going to get cold.” Cody had mumbled out, though he had made no move to untangle himself from the other man’s hold.

“Maybe, but that’s fine, they can just be reheated.” Obi Wan had let out an amused hum. “Or we could just go to that new café we were thinking of trying.”

Cody couldn’t deny how nice that had sounded. He could already see it now. Him and Obi Wan sitting at one of the little tables with their mugs in hands. He could hear the way that the Jedi would laugh at something silly Cody had said, and they would share one of those delicious looking muffins the place sold. It would be a sweet little date for sure, though Cody found he still didn’t quite have the energy for such a thing. Right now all he had really wanted was to remain snug in Obi Wan’s arms—safe and sound.

Obi Wan had seemed to sense this of course, and soon he pulled Cody in for a sweet kiss. Its gentleness had made Cody practically melt in his hold. An exchange of their love and praises sounding out, as one kiss had turned into many. Each one becoming more desperate and needy the longer they had embraced one another. Only for it to end when the two needed to breathe, as they would find themselves once again looking out to the morning sky together. A feeling of comfort having settled between them just as it had done so earlier.

Cody’s earlier darkened thoughts were now far from his mind as he had sat there with Obi Wan. In the end what could have been didn’t matter. They were safe and together. Loved and cherished by one another. Nothing could take that from them. No pain, or evil plot, could separate them now. They would always have each other—they would always love one another—and Cody found he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Though that never did truly stop him from wondering about what could have been.

[wellbafineline]

(here is an entirely self indulgent blurb straight from the daydream world in my head, also pls be nice i havent even looked a piece of writing since august :D  p.s. i know there is barely any punctuation and probaly some spelling mistakes but i didnt want to edit it so here it is)

pls the day before the photo shoot releases and harry gets home from shooting and he looks exhausted from the long day he’s had and you’re sitting on your couch when he comes through the door and when you go to get up when you hear him come in he just sort of mumbles for you to stay put when he takes off his mask and everything and then comes and just lays on top of you and instinctively you run your hands through his hair and its a bit stiff from the gel he’s had in it on set so you settle for just twisting pieces of it into its original curls, and he just has his face in the crook of your neck for a while before you break the silence in your house other than whatever you had playing on the tv in the background. 

‘Want to go make dinner bab?’ and he just sort of mumbles into your neck before  lifting his head a little to say ‘order in?’ looking at you now with sort of doe eyes because even your health nut of a boyfriend sometimes can’t deny the appeal of pizza. 

he shuffles around a bit on top of you taking his phone from his pocket and placed it in your hand - silently asking you to order it for him, you knew the passcode already and shuffled around for a while ordering from uber eats with one hand while still massaging his head with the other that he had picked up from your side and placed in his hair with a cheeky smile on his face. 

‘it’s ordered your highness, anything else you need’ you were teasing him, he knew but he did actually have more on his to do list today than just cuddling on the couch and you could tell by the way he turned his head to look at you with an almost sheepish smile. 

‘can help me pick a picture for instagram from the shoot?’ ‘oh thank god!’ you were laughing now slightly confusing harry ‘thought you were gonna ask me to run a load of lines with you or something, but this i can do.’ you assured him, stoking his face lightly to ease his confusion at your burst of giggles. 

you two sat looking through all of the pictures that had been sent to his work email for him to post tomorrow until the buzz telling you the pizza was here sounded throughout the house and harry hauled himself up to go and collect it leaving you for a few moments to continue looking without his commentary of exactly what happened on set during the production of each photo. 

when he returned he set the box down on the coffee table, opting out of plates or cutlery, ‘picked one?’ he asks.

‘yep’ handing his phone back to him open on the photo of him looking to the ceiling, looking rather unimpressed with the banana he was biting.

chuckling he looked at the phone ‘thought you'd pick one of these,’ referencing the other that you’d told him to post with him eating a pomegranate  ‘always been a little crude one.’ 

‘you know it’ winking at him, mostly joking, ‘now, please can we eat starved waiting for you’ 

‘can think of something for afters too.’