#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!

[pesedjet]

more semi-related yapping because my wrist has been hurting from arting too much lately (i hadnt properly drawn this much in several months and im attempting to render a piece related to said comic and unfortunately i cannot sit down and do it all in one sitting anymore because i am old now and also doing it on an ipad) (also i love talking)

was brewing up some headcanons the other day and one of them was making osiris the only straight person lmfaoooo since im on the hte x seth grindset why not talk about hte this time around?

i think hes pretty easy: hes gay ❤️ yeah thats it. thats the post. thanks for reading

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now in terms of the actual mythos, we all know horus in any iteration has always been associated with seth, whether that be as a parallel to the throne (elder) or as someone to defeat for the throne (younger), and so it makes sense for both iterations to primarily be attracted to seth. obviously both have a lot of wives (younger has like 12 scorpion ones lmfaoo) but like lets be real. who gaf. nobody cares. theyve always been associated with seth, hence why im making them both gay (though this post is talking about hte so ill drop hty for now).

i think in my version of the mythos, there will be very little gods who same-sex attraction. mostly because in actual egyptian mythos a male-female pair is basically the order of the universe (eg. the ogdoad, most ennead pairings) (im also explaining this poorly so feel free to rag on me), and so most gods (actually. all gods) will be paired with a female counterpart or have a wife of some kind. if there are any gods who experience some sort of same-sex attraction (such as bastet, who ive headcanoned as a lesbian), then they usually figure that out way later in life when theyve mingled with a lot of the opposite gender.

where horus comes in is that he pops out of the womb and he knows. he just knows. he looks to his side and he sees seth and thats all he needs to know. without land there cannot be sky; without barren desert there cannot be any possibility of fertile fields. loving seth is as easy is breathing for him. while trying to type this up i was thinking if there was a possibility for horus to be a general homosexual (i.e, just finding men attractive) but im going to retcon that before i even make it a thing. horus is seth-sexual—he will only be attracted to seth, to all of seth, and to the idea of seth. he is fiercely loyal (fitting for how he was made to be king), so having him be attracted to virtually anyone else seems wrong. also makes for great angst ^_^

theres a lot i can say about them but then this post would be like 20,000 words. in short, they are soulmates. you cant really separate the two. when hty becomes a thing and people begin to see seth as an enemy rather than a compliment, you lose the plot. sure, enemies to lovers is a wonderful thing, but egypt is all about balance, of ma'at. hty/seth is an imbalance to seth because it puts all of the attention on hty as some up-and-coming superstar. hte/seth puts them both on equal footing. i hope that makes sense. seth is an integral part of the throne—while peacekeeping is important, conquest and expansion are crucial in order to not get trambled. both are war gods, but seth has more of an emphasis on those sorts of things.

so when hte lets go of seth by giving osiris the rights to the throne, egypt loses that stability in a way by creating a problem in making seth feel betrayed. (he didnt love horus because he wanted to be next in line, but as his "spouse" youd think hed pass it onto seth). horus also loses that stability as well—its like ripping out your heart and tearing it in two. its not the same and it never will be—for either of them.

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little tidbit i wanted to slot in because i originally typed all this shit out because i wanted to write this 🤦 i love having adhd guys:

hathor is usually paired with ra, but shes also usually paired with horus too. since ive elected to make ra single father, naturally her attention falls to the next in line. horus hasnt really told anyone/isnt out to most others because the other gods can just sense. its his vibe. but hathor musters the courage anyways.

she gets rejected pretty swiftly. this was hathors first rejection—nobody dares reject the goddess of love! instead of becoming angry like sekhmet wouldve, she asks why horus turned her down. it only takes him to peer over her shoulder to realize why (seth had been behind them, minding his own business, and horus had to say hi).

shes so giddy that this usually stuck-up (yes, horus is only a softie for seth) leader likes someone else that shes like "whatever! if that what it takes to make you not be a jerk all of the time, then go for it!" and has had zero issues since. in fact, she supports them whole-heartedly. (fujoshi)

[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)

[oogalaboogalabich]

12 and 23 for your durge

Oh wow! :D someone askin bout my Durge. Im flattered!

12. What’s something Orin and your Durge always agreed on?--

They are artists to their core! Viriani -loved- Orins sculptures and shrines. Encouraged it until it became a problem (public displays for people to find), and even then didnt really do much to staunch her creativity. He felt it important for her to find her own way of expressing her love of bhaal. She wasnt head of the cult, and never would be, so it didnt matter so much.

Viriani was an orator and a performance artist, often orchestrating battles for Fifth Day Sabbats.

Perhaps a fight between new recruits and himself in order to cull the weakest and see for himself the potential of his Acolytes.

Or he would bring in entire families into the temple. Kidnap them, dumpt them onto the temple dais, and give them all a weapon. He liked to see how they would respond to all their dirty laundry being aired out for each other and all of his congregation. Only the most tragic, grotesque family melodrama would do for Virianis stage. He liked how often the last man standing was one of the children. He found it very telling about life in general.

Second answer under the cut

23: How does your Durge feel when they learn that Orin betrayed them and was responsible for their brain damage and tadpoling? Do they consider it a betrayal at all? --

This is one of my favorite parts of Viriani's story. He is immediately confronted with the truth that some woman he knew betrayed him. But then as he learns who Orin was and who he is he falls into a sort of denial.

When Viriani woke up on the nautiloid, he alrwady had a few fresh memories of Orin, post tadpole.

Before being dumped in the colony under Moonrise, Orin had Vir sent to the local iron quarries under Gortash's nose. That would have been the end of that, but Vir started killing off formen and fellows slaves, causing a general ruckus. Orin hadnt thought that Virianis so called 'Dark Urge' was anything more than a metaphor.

He recalled being bound and held down by a group of men as Orin approached through the parting crowd (very dramatic of her) unable to recognize Orin. But Vir knew that this Red Woman (as he calls her for a time) was wearing armor made of his own flesh. His Urge more than Vir could recognize the slayers hide and they go into a rage that she shuts down fairly easily. Orin is spooked enough to give him to the myrkulites in hopes they can butcher him properly where she still doesnt have the emotional strength. She hates him, yes. But what is hate to a bhaalspawn but a fascet of affection?

In the moment, when orin is making mashed potatoes out of his brain, some of his last coherant thoughts are about how he doesnt believe she had the ability to do it all on her own, manipulated by sarevok etc etc. Because in his hubris and general ignorance of Orins true feelings, he both put her on a bit of a pedistal, and even infantalized her in a way. He excused her behavior far more often than he should, gave her freedoms he really shouldnt have trusted her with.

Post tadpole, around the tail end of act 2, it is difficult for him to come to terms with the betrayal. he finally accepts her part in it as -her- part rather than writing her off as a pawn.

The end all be all of it is that he does in fact put responsibility on her for her part in his betrayal.

but dramatic, tragic power plays are Bhaals bread and butter. So he doesnt blame her, or hold any real lasting grudges. He considers it a part of the natural progression of things. She tried to usurp power and failed and was punished by bhaal. As is how it should be.

This is also why he doesnt really hate Bhaal for all the bullshit. Not the only reason, but thats a whole other can of worms to open.

[juvenile-mudcrab]

Various facts and scenarios about my boy Vanch that i probably didnt bring up in the first post + his pet mudcrab Kraben because hes super fun to think about and i just recovered from a migraine therefore i cannot sleep (gonna be a very long post yet again <3 my favorite)

-Everything Vanch says to anyone tends to come out sounding really mean. It is on purpose a decent amount of times, but its mostly just that he doesnt really know how to talk to people. This is because the way dwarves communicate with each other and the way they communicate with anyone else is completely different, and Vanch has never spoken to anyone other than another dwemer until he came back to Nirn.

-Its pretty much sheer dumb luck that he survived in the outer realms as long as he did, considering all the places he ended up in and especially since he was doing it all half blind. His life was in surprisingly less danger than people would normally be. Thats just how lost he was.

-He did not know of any races other than Dwemer, Falmer, Chimer, and Nord before coming back. He thinks Nords are dumb and annoying and is baffled by the fact that Nord women dont seem to grow beards anymore. Hes also surprised to learn about the Chimer-Dunmer change. He thinks beastfolk are objectively cooler than everyone else.

-His dad made him some sort of back brace since he was always super hunched over working on his tiny little things and it doubles as a chestplate and he finds it pretty comfortable so he pretty much always has it on.

-His mom was a tonal architect and his dad was a stonemason, specifically for putting all those designs all over the stones.

-Avanchnzel stores a lot of information, including various techniques that individual tonal architects come up with. There is a single recording of his mothers voice stored in a cube that he listens to regularly for comfort.

-There was a mushroom-based dish that his dad loved making to the point where Vanch got sick of it. Calcelmo discovers a set of recipes and makes that particular dish (being extremely meticulous about making it as accurate as possible) and it makes Vanch really emotional. He definitely doesnt hate it anymore.

-He never does remember his actual name. He just goes by Vanchnraldch now. He doesnt usually give people that full name though so pretty much everyone only knows him as Vanch.

-Hes scared of heights. One of the first bonding moments he has with Gelebor is when they were kinda just silently looking out over the vale at the balcony together and Vanch admits he wants to go home but he made the mistake of glancing down and he cant get himself to move because hes terrified so Gelebor walks him back to the wayshrine.

-Hes also deeply disturbed by much of the human body. He does not like thinking about the fact that people, including himself, have internal organs and veins and whatnot. It just grosses him out for some reason. Blood grosses him out too, and the entire notion of vomiting freaks him out really bad.

-Which is why he HATES Peryite. Its the only daedric prince that he actually despises. Everyone else he just thinks kinda sucks because, who cares, but Peryite personally pisses him off because of the condition Bthardamz is in. And he cant do anything about it because hes so intensely disgusted by it.

-He doesnt dislike Serana. He just doesnt feel any particular way towards her. Acquaintances, basically. After helping her defeat Harkon, shes designated as the leader of the Volkihar clan, and he doesnt really visit because, again, blood gross, but she does visit him occasionally and theyll hang out and do nothing for a while. They spend more time together way further down the line after Vanch starts outliving everyone else he loves. Then theyre friends.

-By "everyone he loves", i mean Calcelmo, Faleen, Viriya, and Aicantar, in that order. Gelebor is immortal and so is Serana and also Kraben, so theyre all he has left, at least until he eventually meets Yagrum Bagarn and Divayth Fyr. Vanch is in some weird state where hes technically >4,020 years old and yet hes only aged as if 20 years had passed as he had perceived while in the outer realms.

-Kraben is a mudcrab that he saved from a slaughterfish as a child that he named after Clan Kragen. It was on the very brink of death and Vanch replaced its heavily damaged carapace with dwarven metal. This does mean that Kraben is no longer able to grow or reproduce, but it also means its also functionally immortal. Vanch doesnt know if Kraben is male or female since you cant really tell with a mudcrab unless it reproduces or is dissected and Vanch is absolutely not ever going to kill Kraben.

-He can communicate telepathically with Kraben, not that Kraben has a very complex mind, but it is pretty impressive that he managed to figure out a way to do that. Imagine Kraben communicating exclusively with singular emojis. Thats the full extent of its thoughts. This also applies to Snippy, Viriyas mudcrab that he continued to take care of after her death, who he also fitted special antenna onto that Kraben has so they can better communicate.

-Snippy continues to grow to immense sizes. Realistically, any mudcrab that lives long enough wouldve eventually died from getting too big to be able to molt, but Vanch made a device specifically to help Snippy with molting as it grows. It will eventually reach a size where it cant sustain itself at all and will die one day, but at least it will have been the largest mudcrab ever to have existed on Nirn.

-Viriya is that npc from the anniversary edition of skyrim that adds fishing to the game. Shes a lot more eloquent in writing than speaking, which is fine for her and Vanch since Vanch loves to yap and Viriya loves to listen to him. They basically immediately bond over their love for mudcrabs and shes literally the only person hes ever met that actually likes mudcrabs at all. They just kinda gradually fall in love, which Vanch never anticipated to happen. Vanch outlives her since shes not a mer.

-Kraben is a little cannibalistic weirdo of a mudcrab. Its not super uncommon for mudcrabs to occasionally eat baby mudcrabs but Kraben seems to actively seek it out, much to Vanchs dismay. Kraben also gets jealous easily and fully intended on killing Snippy upon their first meeting and Vanch had to repeatedly tell Kraben NOT to kill Snippy. Kraben is generally untrusting and unfriendly with people, much like Vanch is. He always has to tell Kraben to be nice to people, to which Kraben always responds with "😒". Its also a spoiled little brat with how much Vanch had coddled it. It did sincerely miss him when he was gone for all that time, though.

-A few centuries later, after losing all his mortal loved ones, he becomes intolerable of other people for a good while and kicks everyone out of Markarth. Nobodys allowed in the city anymore eccept him. He does not reverse this even after he calms down. He gives himself the title of Dumac so even less people know his name. Theres just a bunch of automatons everywhere now. The first thing he does after doing that is removing the shrine to Molag Bal. If he ever goes out somewhere without Kraben, he leaves Kraben in charge since its basically his second-in-command and will be referred to as Krabenac in such cases. This is based on my headcanon that Dwemer names ending in -ac are actually more like titles that are taken on as names given to those in a position of power/leadership, since the -ac suffix would mean "ruler". Markarth is, of course, officially renamed to Nchuand-zel, and if anyone wants to enter they have to ask permission from whatever automatons are at the entrance and wait for them to communicate with Vanch, and he almost always denies them entry unless its Serana who has exclusive permission to come and go as she pleases. Outside of Nchuand-zel, though, he doesnt do anything to.

-As much as he would like to restore the rest of the dwarven ruins, he knows theres no purpose in doing so. He very slowly makes gradual progress, but ultimately it never happens. It hurts more knowing nobody else is there. He would at the very least like to get all of Peryites shit out of Bthardamz eventually. He also doesnt know what the hell is up with Kagrenzel.

-He does come across more aetherium in Blackreach but has no idea how to work with it.

-He is unfortunately a sufferer of migraines, at least one or two every month (yes im projecting). Sometimes they get so bad and that combined with his fear of dying makes him delirious and scared. Gelebor witnessed this once and helped him through it.

-He offers to fix up the Chantry for Gelebor. Gelebor is, reasonably, skeptical of accepting any sort of favor from him, still subconsciously paranoid about dwarves making offers... Vanch explains that hes offering this to repay Gelebor and that he isnt expecting anything from him. Gelebor doesnt get what he had ever done for Vanch to prompt this, turns out its companionship. Hes lonely and feels terrible about everything that happened and Gelebor is being surprisingly tolerant of him, so he wants to repay him. Plus they both have this "last of their kind" situation as a common ground.

-And thats based on a personal headcanon/theory or whatever that the whole "we do not ask for your thanks/gratitude for we do not believe in it" that the dwarves wrote in their thing with the snow elves was not them bullshitting but was, in fact, how they thought. This was limited to the dwarves of Skyrim, but basically there was no "thank you" for anything since that seems useless and empty. It was simply that if someone does you a favor then you owe them a favor and thats that. Its good enough that they accept the favor. So, to Vanch, the best way he could show appreciation for Gelebor being tolerant of him was fixing up the Chantry. And i say "tolerant" because Vanch severely underestimates how much Gelebor got to appreciating his company.

-Vanch does gradually learn how to properly thank people for things even though he still doesnt entirely get it, he just knows nobody else gets how the dwarves saw anything.

-He often feels like theres a thick layer of glass seperating himself from the world. A very big part of why the dwarves didnt like talking to other people very much is because they were telepathic (my headcanon of course) and a lot of how they communicated with each other is completely inaccessible to other races, which is also why their writing was often difficult to parse meaning from. So it was overall just a lot of exhausting work to figure out exactly how to word things and to figure out what the hell anyone else was trying to say as they often had trouble "reading between the lines" of what other people said. Vanch was at least already pretty talkative, but there are plenty of times where he gets too frustrated to bother with it. In fact, when he speaks to Yagrum, its conpletely different from how he speaks to anyone else. Otherwise, its ridiculously hard for him to figure out what other people are feeling and what theyre actually saying and its hard for people to figure out what hes feeling and what hes actually saying.

-Another headcanon that i know many people also have is that elves can move their ears to express themselves. The dwarves were not really like that, as they had significantly more control over their ear movements specifically as a function for their telepathy. Its how they directed their thoughts to each other, so Vanch is only slightly better at understanding another mers feelings just because theyre more obvious by default. This does, of course, mean that he always percieves Gelebor as being generally miserable, because Gelebor is significantly less expressive than most other people.

-Vanch doesnt like the aedra all that much either, but he at least gets better at holding his tongue about Auriel specifically since he knows how that matters to Gelebor. He doesnt ever really understand why, though. As far as he can tell, Auriel let all this terrible shit happen to the Falmer to begin with and is a jerk for making Gelebor have to bear through it for so long by himself. Yes, he is well aware of the part the dwarves played in this, but he thinks it wouldnt have happened if Auriel helped them against the Atmorans in the first place.

-Divayth Fyr learns about the news of a Dwemer that kicked everyone out of Markarth. By then, he did finally manage to find a core for Yagrums corprus, so its the perfect opportunity for the both of them to finally meet another dwarf. Yagrum periodically gets in similar depressive bouts that Vanch does with the whole total lack of telepathy going on with anyone. Vanch is extremely quick on going with Divayth to meet Yagrum, but along the way he starts getting really self conscious. Divayth tells him that Yagrum was a Master Crafter under Kagrenac, and by then Vanch knows about Kagrenac, so he starts feeling way out of his league. By all means, hes just some guy. He was never anything special and hes done so much without any guidance and he feels so lost all the time. So to meet someone with such a strong history, especially from a different dwemer culture, hes terrified that Yagrum wont even like him. He still goes, of course, hes just mentally spiraling the whole time on the way there. But Yagrum is more than happy to meet him, and he really likes the little models that Vanch makes. Hes honestly mostly just happy to meet anyone of his own kind again. Its a kind of relief he didnt even realize he was desperate for. Immediately Yagrum becomes a mentor for Vanch. He never did remember everything about his life before corprus, but he remembered enough that he was able to teach Vanch a lot of stuff. And he was even able to learn from Vanch, a bit of cultural exchange.

-Before Vanch meets Yagrum, other Snow elves had finally showed up at the Chantry. This of course immediately made Vanch feel incredibly out of place and also kinda jealous, and not wanting to accidentally complicate things with Gelebor and the rest of them, he doesnt visit again for a long time. This does just make Gelebor kinda worried instead. He does visit again after spending a lot of time with Yagrum.

-He makes some sort of flying beetle-looking thing specifically made to send letters to Gelebor and for Gelebor to send letters back.

-There is one Snow elf there that is as old, if not older, than Gelebor. Who very much does also remember what the dwarves did. He isnt hostile towards Vanch, but he is extremely suspicious of him. Vanch does his best to continue fixing up the Chantry, deciding its probably best bot to actively seek out approval in case it comes off as setting up for a favor, but he does want to prove that he isnt up to anything bad with his actions. Eventually, the Snow elf (i havent thought of a name for him yet, sorry. Id like to, but i dont think i have a good grasp on how snow elf names are constructed) decides, to everyones surprise, to offer Vanch some assistance with something. Its mostly as a test, but Vanch tells him about Bthardamz and Peryite, and the Snow elf agrees to assist him. Vanch actually insits that he doesnt so that because he doesnt want him to get sick or hurt or something. The Snow elf insits, however, so they leave together, but Vanch first gets Serana to help too. The three of them, with the Snow elfs magic, do manage to get rid of Peryites influence, and Vanch is absolutely dead set on getting back to Nchuand-zel first because hes so grossed out that he wants to take a shower immediately. Of course, this gives the Snow elf the worst thoughts, but he gives him the benefit of the doubt. Carefully, of course. Vanch really is sincerely worried about the guy getting hurt or sick or something. It mostly stems from the fact that he had to kill Vyrthur and he feels like if anything happened to this guy then Gelebor would lose his trust in him. They get back to the Chantry just fine.

-As much of a stuck up asshole that Vanch can be, he really does not like killing people at all. It makes him feel bad. His first experience with death was an aunt that died when he was 6, and he didnt really understand what "death" really was, but he did at least understand that it meant he would never see her again. It wasnt until he experienced some mudcrab deaths that he put two and two together and finally understood it. He never got why people killed each other so much.

-While Vanch is himself scared of dying, theres a part of him that wishes he had never left for the outer realms. He does have survivors guilt. Its worse since nobody knows what ended uo of the dwarves. If they did ascend somewhere or whatever, then hes missing out, but at least theyre probably fine. If they did really all just die, then its really messed up to think about. And if they were all just un-existed, then its just terrifying to think about. But he wonders, if they did ascend, what could possibly stop them from checking in on Nirn at all? Surely his parents wouldve noticed that he did not go with them. And the slightest possibility that they may be choosing not to is enough to make him selfishly and guiltily prefer that theyre all just gone for good. Ultimately he isnt sure what to feel. He at least wishes he couldve gotten back after his intended 10 years of exploring the outer realms. Of course, nobody has any way of knowing this, but the disappearance happened just a few years after he left, so even if he did come back when he meant to they all still wouldve been gone. He was doomed either way.

-He sometimes has extremely complex and abstract dreams that involve Numidium but he doesnt know what that is nor does he know what to make of the dreams and he often forgets them soon after waking up.

-He managed to recreate that potion that makes you look like a ghost and he actively messes with adventures that explore the dwemer ruins by pretending to be a ghost. He finds it fun how scared they all get. He finds it both stupid and amusing that dwarves are so often described in such a way that makes them seem like evil spooky boogeymen and he actively uses that knowledge to his advantage.

-He does a lot of verbal stims, the oddest one being that he just goes "meow" sometimes. Theres no reason for it, its just a good stim. He would never imitate a mudcrab for he does not think himself worthy.

-He has an inferiority complex when compared to literally any other dwarf and a superiority complex when it comes to literally everything and everyone else with very few exceptions. Ultimately, though, hes so obsessed with mudcrabs that he puts them way above even the Dwemer. Though, part of his obsession is a coping mechanism.

-He saved Septimus Signus from Hermaeus Mora by basically going "so youd rather listen to a deadric prince that an actual literal dwemer" and "how would the heart even be in here if we all disappeared after using it way over in that volcano" and he mostly did it to screw with Harmaeus Mora because he has no respect for the daedra. It was easier too since Septimus didnt question if Vanch even knew about the lockbox at all (he did not).

-Vanch checked out the College of Winterhold for some time and he helped Arniel with his experiment out of sheer curiosity... getting his hands on Keening gave him a really terrible idea that he actively supresses. Brelyna, Savos, and Urag were the only ones who suspected Vanch was actually a dwarf, since Vanch always wore a helmet to hide his face around people and most people wouldnt actually assume hes a dwarf even with the rest of his outfit.

-Vanch built a spider automaton as a child, as all dwemer children do, which he never named. He always just called it "my spider" and he built it with bigger claws like a mudcrab. He was very happy to see it still in working order. It helped Kraben get out of the room they were both stuck in and thats how Calcelmo and Aicantar found Kraben.

-Vanch and Aicantar became friends surprisingly quick, but it always disturbed him how eager Aicantar seemed to suggest killing people as a solution for a lot of things. He thinks him and Kraben wouldve gotten along well if they could communicate.

-Calcelmo was like an uncle to him and really cared about him. He felt the same aay for Faleen. Aicantar was like a brother to him. Vanch was an only child. Gelebor is also like a uncle to him, just a much older and more distant uncle.

-He is not afraid of bugs at all. He loves bugs. He can hold bugs in his hand very calmly. Its practically unheard of for a dwemer to not like bugs.

-He thinks that if he had been born in Vvardenfell instead of Skyrim, he may have been obsessed with scribs instead of mudcrabs. Kraben did not appreciate that idea.

-He does eventually get new glasses since his broke early on when he left to the outer realms.

-The first time he ever saw Gelebor outwardly express any amount of enjoyment was when Vanch was like "dude you look miserable, lets go do something fun" and convinces him to have a snowball fight. Gelebor has full advantage, naturally. It reminded him of when he used to play with Vyrthur when he was a child. He catches Vanch off guard and dumps a whole mound of snow on him and couldnt help but chuckle. Vanch couldnt even be annoyed because he was just glad to see Gelebor enjoy being alive for once.

-He and Aicantar discovered the statue of the Falmer and Mercer Frey showed up shortly after they did. Vanch kept him down by paralyzing him repeatedly while trying to get Aicantar to suggest literally anything other than killing the guy. Eventually they settle on dragging him all the way back to Markarth and figuring out what to do from there. Then along the way there Karliah shows up and explains that she can handle things from here.

-Falion claims to have met the dwemer, but it was actually just one and it was, in fact, Vanch, but the interaction in question was Vanch telling Falion to fuck off because he had a migraine and didnt realize he was talking to an actual person.

-Before Vanch returned to Nirn, Calcelmo finds a mechanical model of a bird in an excavation and puts it in a display since he had never found anything like it before. Vanch recognizes it since hes the one who made it. He made it for another guy who had recently had a child when he asked Vanch to make a bird for his kid because he liked birds. Vanch does not like thinking about that too much.

[columbiafawn3]

Ok so we need to download this night.

I’m so glad I went to the Lorde night because the actual Lorde showed up. So random omg. I didnt get any photos cos I sort of hate that idea of being in a moment and then getting your phone out to record it. She was there for a solid while actually, like it didn’t feel like a fleeting guest appearance.

So yeah that definitely made my night.

I danced all night and I’m so glad I forced myself to stay because at first I felt uncomfortable and the vibe was dead when I first walked in. But the vibes improved quite quickly, and I got rlly into it. I was still dancing when most of the ppl had left Lel. And all of that before 10pm 🥳

On a different note, I feel like my outfit ate kinda hard, for an outfit I was like « I don’t care what I’m wearing I’m going in the clothes I wore in the day ». Also, makeup ate. I used the Dior backstage celestial purple and put some shiseido gloss on top, with the shiseido purple mascara. By the end of the night it had all smushed together and looked rlly cool. Like slightly grungy but not over the top. Sophisticated cool girl grubby. That’s what I’m always going for, and I got it!

And idk if it’s the one dexie I took, but I feel kinda empowered in myself. I feel attractive, like maybe I’m seeing what everyone else was seeing this whole time, but it doesn’t even feel like a fleeting moment this time. This feels like a feeling I can keep for a longer time. It is based off the fact that my makeup and outfit are eating, but it’s because I didn’t put that much effort into either — it’s sort of like I’m finally meeting my one definition of supermodel.

On the walk back from Mary’s, I wanted to make some note of the night, so I tried doing some atmospheric photography. Did it work? Nope. Here’s the only one Im gonna post because the others just fell flat. It’s sort of giving asylum.

I was defs serving crazy tonight Lel. And by the end of the night I literally didn’t even care anymore if people thought I was a loner. It’s not even that I want people to think I’m a loner, I’m more scared that they think I’m desperate and am just dancing trying to look sexy to hook up. I don’t want them to think I’m a sloot 🙊

But I’m holding tight to Sophie’s random thing she said on text: party like a sloot. And believe me, I was following those orders!

[sanchoyo]

ok as I was digging thru my old text posts looking for that one specific one abt doppelgangers I found a bunch of really funny text posts that, if you sort of go back in order on, perfectly capture me deciding to do the tm2 comic again. its kind of cute...

like ok, I made these ocs in 2014, and I did (2) failed attempts at webcomics before deciding not to mess with them for years (I mean, I drew them on and off, but a LOT more in recent years after feeling guilty for quitting their comic, I finally worked up the nerve to work on them again...)

in 2022 I was talking about doing a cute fanfic novelization of the story, with chapter illustrations! it wouldve been on ao3!! But I still obviously was conflicted, because a comic is the PERFECT medium for the story imo. there were some things I am just NOT a good enough writer to convey that my art can. (this is funny to say, because in general, I think my writing has gotten more attention overall!! I know a lot of my current followers are here from my ao3!!) not saying I don't LOVE writing, but a comic combines my writing and art....as much as I talked about writing this story out as a fic, I kind of always knew in my heart it was going to be a comic or nothing. it does make me a lil sad my fics get more attention, but those are usually canon characters and it feels like an uphill battle to get people to get people to care abt ocs, lol

midway into 2023 I was pretty sure of that. I kept joking around this time someone ought to tell me no/talk me out of it, because I'd failed twice and I KNEW how much work it was. but this is a story I've had in my brain for 10+ years!!! That's crazy!!! I LOVED making the comic. I did miss it!! I burned myself out, and that made me reluctant to return but enough time had passed I stopped being so embarrassed about failing and became nostalgic instead... this seems like such a small thing, but admitting this was so hard for me. because like. I didnt want it to be a fic. I didn't want it to be a series of stupid lore dump text posts. I wanted it to be a manga like the ones I spent my childhood hiding away and binge reading!!! I wanted to capture the feeling of huddling around a big clunky desktop computer and watching tmm on 3 parts on youtube!!!

A chapter a month is crazy, and I'm glad I didn't do that even if that's still a fear of mine. running out of time is a big fear I have, but I'm still trying not to burn myself out. but this is the text post that made me realize even when I was typing it like. yeah. yeah im doing this. I knew it would be niche. tmm has a small fanbase left and a smaller portion of those ppl are interested in a nextgen story like mine. its a specific type of people I think, lol. but this is MY story and its just like all my other stories in a way because its SO self indulgent. I don't know if its worth it sometimes!! I'm literally putting so much effort and some actual money into running the website but I do know I'm having fun and seeing my story start to come alive is CRAZY. I am really proud of myself no matter what. even if I end up quitting again (no plans for that rn, but uhh, you never know what could happen I guess??)

AND YEAH, I POSTED THIS THE NEXT DAY. I TOTALLY CEMENTED IT IN MY HEAD THAT ID DO IT AGAIN. CRAZY GUY DOES THING OVER AND OVER FOREVER, I GUESS.

I'm not rly sure this midnight ramble has a point, I guess I just wanted to say if any of you guys have a weird niche idea you want to do and think only you'd be interested in you should do it anyway and not worry too much because you might regret taking so long to actually do it. like I wish I hadnt quit, or had restarted it sooner!! and making yourself happy is important too. even if its something youve failed before you can just try again if you love it and really want to. like theres no one who's going to get mad at you or anything. really! you can do whatever! esp living in the uh..times we are rn... everyone needs at least one silly little thing to decompress with.

past me was right. you can have fun with it. its Whatever, dude.

(this makes me want to make the comic weirder and more experimental in the future. esp since ive been doing really weird traditional art in my sketchbook abt it. I love my ocs. :3c)

[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

[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.

[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

[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.’ 

[sokkas-honour]

dream boy: part 3 - sokka x reader

pairing: sokka x fem!reader

request: part 3 was requested by @missmorosis

wc: 2.7k

notes: i’m terribly sorry if it may seemed a bit rushed or not exactly consistent but i personally liked the way it ended. also this is the final part, i might make an epilogue if i actually finish everything i need to do.

part one | part one 1/2 | part two

sokka wasn’t able to see you until monday, purposefully ignoring all the texts from yours friends, not wanting to know if sokka actually told them what had happened or if he had decided to keep it to himself, either way, you were better off just staying off your phone until school started. you only unlocked your phone to text zuko back and even then you didn't always have the courage to do so.

you had made sure to wake up early in order to not cross paths with the watertribe boy, his sibling or just any of your friends until you absolutely had to, preferring to simply distance yourself from the others. of course you couldn't avoid them forever, you had over half of your classes with at least one of them, two of those being with sokka, the guy who you especially didn't want to see, history and gym. gym would be easy to avoid him in, you had become acquaintances with this lovely girl called jin, whom you also shared your math class with, you could just spend the whole period with her and avoid him. your real problem was going to be history. your teacher, mister kuzon, had informed the class that there would be a group project on any cultural aspect from the water tribe, and he had chosen the groups. the chance of you actually being paired with sokka was miniscule but the universe hadn’t seemed to be going easy on you lately.

and much to your dismay, the universe was in fact against you. when your history teacher’s voice had posted the groups, your heart had started racing as you approached the board to see the pairs, your heart was racing in fear and it dropped when you saw the name y/n next to sokka.

after being asked to sit next to your partner to get started, you stayed silent as you plopped down on the chair next to the boy who you were still trying to avoid, staying silent and keeping your eyes in front of you.

“are you going to work with me or is it going to be a silent treatment the whole time.” he questioned, turning to face you, arm hooked around the back of his chair as he looked at you desperately for any sign of you acknowledging his presence.

“i was thinking we could talk about the differences in the cuisine in the north and south.” you mumbled, chin on your hand as you kept your gaze on the board in front of you, ignoring the boy who was still searching for an answer.

“yeah, sounds good.” sokka sighed, giving up on receiving a straight answer from you. he turned back in his seat, disappointment radiating off of him, making you bite your lip in guilt. you shot him a glance from the corner of your eye as you saw him discreetly take his phone out to open the notes app but before you could see what he was typing he turned to face you, catching you right in the act.

“uh, saturday at your place?” seemed like the only logical way out of the embarrassing situation you had just walked into, still not breaking the staring between the two of you. you felt your heart speed up a bit at the extended eye contact, not having looked into his blue eyes in awhile, the last time being before you stormed out of his house after your confession.

“sounds good.” he offered you a small smile, happy to see that your attempt at a cold shoulder was somewhat backfiring, knowing that you couldn't avoid him forever. he let the stare linger a bit before turning his attention back to his phone and you quickly snapped back to your notes taken during the class. thanking yourself for not letting the stupid smile heat your cheeks up, now all you had to do was finish the class with a not so uncomfortable silence between the two of you.

the bell didn't take too long to ring before you had to move onto your next class which was the one you detested the most, science. courage surged through you as you waved goodbye to sokka, earning a bright smile back from the boy before you dashed out of the class. to anyone, that might have seemed rather pointless that you felt as proud as you did, a wave goodbye was considered an act of politeness, but that had been the first time you had really addressed sokka in any way since the unplanned confession. he had probably realised that as well, giving a reason for the sudden bright smile on his features.

you practically sprinted towards your science classroom, holding your books tightly to your chest to not let them fly out of your grip. you hoped zuko was already there, knowing he’d want to hear the rather big step you’d just taken in repairing your friendship with your childhood friend. you were surprised that the thought of slowly getting over him in order to just be friends had slipped your mind, remembering that this morning you didn't want anything to have to do with him for the rest of your life, wanting to just stay away from him to not ignite anything in you, but you were slowly realising it was ridiculous to throw away the friendship for your unrequited crush. you two may not be as close as before but you could still stay friends, you could still hangout with him without feeling like your heart was shattering every moment you’d meet his beautiful ocean eyes.

“zuko!” you called for him as soon as you spotted the back of his black haired head, whipping his head around to greet you with a grin, happy that you weren't ignoring him like he thought you might, considering your answers to his texts were rather sporadic and vague.

“happy to see you’re alive y/n.” he joked as soon as you caught up with him, both of you walking at the same height as you entered the room, taking a seat next to each other as you always did, even when the two of you werent as close as you were now.

“i think i’m ready to fully start moving on.” you announced, taking a deep breath before letting him know of your future plans, determination in yours eyes and tone as you felt set to move on from your crush.

“really? i'm surprised it didn't take longer.” his eyes grew a bit at your proclamation, not expecting to hear you say those words this early, thinking he’d have to see you distance yourself from everyone for weeks but it only took a day or two, making him slightly septic at how long you would actually last with your new resolution but nonetheless he was proud of you.

“yeah well i’m kind of stuck with sokka for a history project and i figured might as well start moving on from him. i still want to be friends with him.” you explained, taking your science homework out so you were prepared whenever the teacher would come on in.

“i’m proud of you y/n, its very mature of you.” he placed his hand on your shoulder, sincerity in his tone lifting your spirits up at the thought of repairing whatever damage you might’ve caused and the thought of the damage you were avoiding by taking action now instead of later.

saturday rolled around and you had managed to have some sort of small talk with sokka during your classes, still deciding to spend your lunch period with jin instead of your usual friends but it was a start to where you thought you would be saturday after you left. you had stopped eating with your friends a little over a week ago, opting to spend time with the lovely girl from your math class. you had had trouble sleeping friday night, scared of going to sokka’s house and falling back to where you started, back to square one, back in love with a friend who was already taken by a lovely girl.

your feet felt rather heavy as you walked down the familiar path to his house, bag with a your notebook and history course around your shoulder as you retraced the steps you had followed almost everyday during that particular summer, always going to sokka’s house to entertain yourself while school was out.

you first lingered in the air above the door for a couple of seconds, taking a deeo breath in to calm your nerves before you finally knocked. it didnt take long before it was opened, sokka with an eager smile on his lips was who greeted you behind the door.

“finally, you shouldve been here an hour ago!” he lamented jokingly as he moved out of the way to let you in, causing you to roll your eyes at how dramatic your friend was.

“sokka, im five minutes late.” you deadpanned, hastily taking your shoes off, leaning against a nearby wall for support.

“exactly!” he exclaimed, his voice cracking slightly and suddenly you felt as though nothing ever happened, as if your feelings had never come to make you want to change whatever relationship you had with him, simply feeling as though the two of you were just friends.

“really sokka? dont you reme,ber when i waited an hour for you outside in the freezing cold in the woods so we could make a campfire together? or that time where we were late in eight grade because someone accidentally put on ripped pants? or-”

“alright i get it.” he held his hands up in defeat at your inquisitive look, knowing you were only joking around with him to make him feel slightly guilty for all the times he had been late.

“my dad made seaweed noodles for us to eat while we work, hope thats okay.” shoving his hands in his pockets, waiting to see you reaction at the mention of one of your favorite dishes that he’d always insist his father to make you whenever you’d come by.

“no way!” you dashed into the kitchen, leaving sokka by himself at the entrance, surprised at how fast the two of you had seemed to ease back into things and some part of it seemed to good to be true but he was happy to have you back.

“wait for me!” he called for you, spending slightly to join you. a reminiscent smile on his lips as he watched you excitedly poor yourself a bowl, knowing where everything in the hous ewas from it practically being a second home for you during all those years.

“you’ll have to say thank you to hakoda.” you told him as you eyed the noodles, your stomach rumbling as you brought it to the table, it had been too long since you had eaten his father’s cooking.

“y/n, you havent even eaten it yet, how do you know its good?” he laughed as he watched you carefully bring the bowl to the dinner table, trying to get to it as fast as you could but still making sure to not let any of the broth spill out.

“because your dad’s seaweed noodles are the best!” you defended your previous statements, taking a seat as you waited for sokka to make his own bowl and bring chopsticks for the both of you. the watertribe boy nodded, slightly mocking you in his own playful way. while you waited for him to rejoin you, you took out the notebook you used for your history notes and grabbed a pen that was sitting on the table.

you scribbled down the title of your project and tapped your pen, impatient waiting to be able to dig into your steaming hot dish.

“have any ideas for the presentation?” sokka startled you slightly, coming from behind you to lean over your shoulde to see if you had written anything but he was met with a blank page.

“no, now get me my chopsticks idioy.” you shoved his head away, earning a protestful ‘hey’ from him as your brought your hand back to wram themselvbes on the bowl.

“here.” he placed the chopsticks next to the bowl before making his way around the table to sit in front of you, slowly blowing on his soup to cool it down.

“took you long enough.” you teased before you grabbed them to pick up some of the noodles, cooling them off with your breath before shoving some of it into your mouth. sokka started laughing at how quickly you engulfed the noodles that his father had spent the morning making.

you flipped him off, not caring at how ‘unlady like’ you might’ve looked but it had been forever since you had tasted his father’s seaweed noodles, during winter it was a staple food for whenever you would spend the night but since the weather had gotten warmer and you had grown more distant, it had been a hot minute since you had a traditional dish of the southern water tribe, something you’d most definitely use in your comparison of the different cuisines.

“before we start, i wanted to talk to you about something.” sokka brought his hand down, deciding not to eat just yet but rather address the elephant in the room.

“yeah?” you knew where this was going so you finished chewing what was in your mouth and swallowed, keeping your eyes on the food as you wiated for sokka’s question.

“so where do we stand, us? i mean two days ago you stormed off, after weeks of us not actually talking and now it feels like everything is fine. i just want to make sure that you’re okay.” you took a deep breath in, knowing this was coming, knowing you had to confront your feelings upfront now and not just push whatever you were feeling down, hoping it didnt blow over one day.

“if im being honest sokka, i like you, still, but i want us to be friends. im happy to see that suki makes you happy, but it might take some time for me to get over you so we might not ever be as close as before for my own sake but im willing to try my hardest to fix anything i mightve broken in the last couple of weeks. because i love having you as a friend and no matter how much it wouldve hurt to be with you before, i still missed my best friend.” you slowly lifted your head up, pouring out what was your mind without any filter, letting him know where you stood, sincerity written on your features as you wiated to see sokka’s reaction.

“that sounds good, whatever works for you. just happy i dont have to lose my oldest friend” he finally answered after silence settled between the two of you, letting your words settle and let him process your new confession.

you smiled back and then the two of you turned your attention back to the noodles, the two of you practically inhaling the food as the only sound was the muching of the seaweed and the slurping of the soup. a nice moment shared between two friends.

“you know, theres still girl that i just know you’d like.” sokka was the first to speak up, a small tease in his tone as he tried to set you up right after you told him you were trying to move on from him.

“sokka.” you threatened, not wanting him to go down whatever road he was about go down to, you finding it to be the wrong moment to bring this up.

“i’m just saying i have yue’s number if you want it!” he recoiled on his claim, but made sure to name drop the girl he supposedly thought was perfect for you. blood rushed to your cheeks at the mention of his ex girlfriend from middle school, rmebering how beautiful you thought the white haired girl was and how you had a small crush on her while they were dating.

the boy in front of you simply laughed, feeling content at where he now stood with his friend since kindergarten. he was your dream boy, but maybe not in the way you first thought. he was the boy of your dreams but not all dreams need to be romantic.

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[ladychlo]

Don't wanna dampen your mood, but this silly shit happened that I couldn't forget about ever since you posted that link on the countries with laws against LGBTQA+

My country's national TV literally stopped showing the UK league matches because they had pride flags in the stadium. Like, what the fuck? My country's people are so clueless about anything remotely queer that generally people wouldn't even recognise if someone is stereotypically dresses 'in a gay way' in the streets (we went to a gas station with people around and the person in front of us was screamed in a way that screamed IM GAY, and no one even paid attention, other than my friend who leaned over and said to me 'every given second, I'm waiting for him to draw a rainbow flag out, that's the only way he'd be more obvious'). They wouldn't recognise if someone is legit acting gender queer (one of my cousin's friends was legit that way, like she straight up wanted to be a boy and she dressed in a way, when we saw her in the mall, that if you didn't know beforehand that she was biologically female, you'd see her as a boy, hell, I feel uncomfortable referring to her with female pronouns even now, years after. Heck, back then even I didn't understand she was gender queer, I didn't know what gender queer is). They wouldn't recognise if someone literally gags at the thought of sex (me and my cousin both, though I reckon even my cousin doesn't know what asexuality is, I didn't know a year ago). They wouldn't. They're clueless. They know nothing! For fuck's sake we don't even have sex-ed, I was almost traumatised because of that shit, and you expect people to know what a pride flag is??? They have no bloody idea what a pride flag even is! And you all banned the matches from being shown? WHY? This is so dumb! (If only they knew in their so-called 'religious schools' students ship gay boybanders and read gay smut, I lol at the thought, I know at least four of my friends do that)

Even my homophobic relative who does know what a pride flag is literally said "How many people do they think that have the simplest idea of what that flag symbolises?" EVEN SHE FOUND IT DOWNRIGHT DUMB. WTFFFFF.

Sorry, I just needed somewhere to

hello love, I'm sorry you have to go through this, it sucks very much I know.

you know being queer is also an identity that weights on social construction, and for people to have the space to explore and question their sexuality and gender identities is difficult when you re born in a cis-hetnormative society because its either there is no recognition/ fair representation for other identities or there is oppression and subjugation and mostly is both.

so its hard for these people to even have an arrow slit in a wall to question it all, cause you need words, you need social attributes perceived as "normal" , you need social sets, symbols and codes and norms to have a certain conversation about queerness, but when these codes are perceived as deviant and transgressing to social order its really hard to have any sort of conversation and thus feeling different is hard when you can't even put words on it, you can't understand it, but also you need the deviant to question the normal.

personally, because queerness is illegal where I came from , and its hard to find the community. internet and books, and fics and music etc. were the notions started to clear up and I started to understand what am I, you know. but also before it I had no idea, I didnt even consider the possibility because we dont even talk about it, its a religious taboo. but when I understood, i got back to my own culture and roots and try to identify my queerness with it, because even tho the notions I got were westernized and very very helpful, you have to go to your own language and culture and own it. Because people would resist to change, and questioning the "normal", its human, its predictable. But also perpetual change is human so hoping for better yk <3 stay strong