#esp in the beginning of the timeline

[lil-oreo-crumbles]

The more I develop the magic system and magic lore for the Septarsis Dragonfly AU, the more Glossaryck is shaping up to be more and more actively villainous and explicitly antagonistic.

It’s kind of fascinating.

[rokurookajima]

i am still enjoying this season of yj but i am still gonna admit.. it’s not as good as the first 2 at all unfortunately. there has been some weird writing choices made, sidelining of characters that shouldn’t be, the energy is not as like.. perfectly enrapturing as the first 2 (personally season 2 is my favorite i love the absolute bleak insanity descent it is). i’m not mad like… it is what it is and im still having fun watching, im still very much invested. but i would be lying if i said there wasn’t some disappointment

[variousqueerthings]

I mean, yes, there's a lot of nostalgia to the 60th anniversary, but I think people will conflate that with "automatically a bit shit" because a lot of nostalgia Stuff isn't that great after a glut of lazy nostalgia-based media over the last x amount of time, but that assumes that it was bad because of it being nostalgic, and not because it was irony-poisoned, self-conscious, and unwilling to interact with the changing times and therefore a poor copy of the said thing it was being nostalgic about, rather than continuing a story. the familiar phrase by now of "all nostalgia, no sincerity"

when I'm not a fan of what one might call "nostalgia"-stories, it's not because referring to the past is automatically bad writing, it's because the writing is stale and really often it's because it reveals that whoever made the new thing definitely didn't get the same out of the classic thing that I did, and at the same time is patting themself on the back for idk. something. doing the same thing again, only this time around worse (often it's that surface level interaction with tropes, rather than themes that outs them -- and yeah, that's in the trailer, but specifically the trailer is giving very little away, so knowing they're hooking people in with a bit of allons-y or the slap or donna being sassy, while keeping the things I'm really excited about a bit more mysterious, I mean... that just makes sense?? Yeah, I recognise the callbacks, but the really important things aren't being revealed yet, like the inverse of terrible movies that show all their biggest set-pieces in the trailer, because that's all they have to offer)

and I don't see people pre-judging the potential 60th on those criteria, just on the word "nostalgia." I mean, obviously we can say this might be bad, but it's sort of a nothing-statement, and it seems kind of unfair to say that rtd would do this, when he's not done that before, specifically on a show that is super nostalgic to begin with (that is, the longest-running scifi show of all time), of which rtd was a massive fucking nerd

I assume because it's three specials with dtennant and catherine tate, but also yeah, why the hell not be nostalgic both about classic!who and the series that you created that rebooted the show (the answer is "because ten isn't the only doctor that matters," and personally, again, rtd being a massive fucking nerd, feels a bit like putting words in the man's mouth that he's never said, specifically about a show that he's super nerdy about)

feels like people are putting the stance out there that they're ready to hate it and then they can always go, "oh it was surprisingly good, actually," in case it is good, rather than be just excited going in and risk disappointment, but it's a bit boring to be honest

tempering excitement is all well and good, until it makes you the irony-poisoned one, where all nostalgia is kind of stupid really, you don't even care that much, and you know this is going to be shit, and actually looking back rtd was never good if you think about it, and ten is overrated, and david tennant isn't even a good actor actually, and catherine tate was just a shitty comedian, and you've preemptively decided to refuse to enjoy yourself

it's an anniversary, that's when the nostalgia comes out, and has done since the 10th anniversary in (checks notes) 1972!

[mashbrainrot]

if I don't write to mike farrell soon I will never forgive myself

[a-shadowedvales]

@ruinedmyself: you're bleeding.

cold ate though janessa's chest like a disease, taking root and preparing its crusade inside the rest of her body. it crept through her limbs, into her cheeks, barrelled to her stomach. until the real world abruptly returned in harsh flashes, blindfold ripped from her face in a sudden motion, like she'd been burnt. she gasped, a choked sound rising from her lungs, blurred trance immediately landing upon the winchester on the opposite bed in their dingy motel room. ❛❛ oh. ❜❜ she furrowed her brows, trembling hand reaching just below her nose, where a thick trail of crimson slowly ejected. her eyes widened slightly in surprise, and the tone of her voice matched the shock etched in her features. ❛❛ that hasn't happened for a long time. ❜❜ then again, before meeting sam, (and coming to the abrupt understanding that her life was, in fact, not what she believed) jane had no reason to return to the void. bones and blood in a tapestry of memories and endless travelling. experiences unlocked in a haze of cloud and storm; multiple attempts had already been made to peer into a past she scarcely knew existed, to discover her true origins, solve sam's current predicaments... one single demon bringing these children together, a union bound in flames and buried mother's.

❛❛ i couldn't see anything. i'll try again later. ❜❜ she sounded depleted, annoyed, shoulders slumped like she'd failed by incomparable amounts. she stretched across to the nightstand and pulled out two tissues from the box to halt her nose bleed. it physically pained her that she lacked control, was unable to follow the flashes of yellow possessions and unknown children appearing in her dreams and waking moments. hints and teases of answers she and sam desperately sought, but when she purposely tried seeking them by her own might, there remained so little to be found. like they were figments of her dark imagination. hence why she travelled out and away from hawkins with him. she conceived a working theory that perhaps the upside down (although sealed off the last thirteen years) interfered with her subconscious, and the strives to reach the other end of the supernatural spectrum. it was actually the first time she'd ever stayed in a motel: it wasn't nearly as exciting as she might've once thought.

❛❛ do we have something to eat? ❜❜ amongst everything else, the woman forgot how hungry she became after a trip towards shrouding black. she needed to recharge, get her strength back up; then she'd willingly stay in the void for hours if it meant securing information for both herself and the younger boy.

[kyber-crystal]

through the seasons || f.w.

summary: he would love you till the end of time. everyone can see it, and they can only hope that you’ll come to your senses and realize that too.

words: ~6.4k (i went overboard LMFAO)

warnings: light angst, some mentions of death / violence (but dw it's a happy ending)

a/n: first ever hp fic in like, ever LOL so apologies if this seems off in any way. the timeline for this is a lil weird?? but basically the fic starts during the spring of GOF: you’re a year below fred & a year above the golden trio : ) ALSO i highly recommend listening to 'moonlight serenade' by frank sinatra ESP during the parts it's mentioned in. you'll see why :)))) add yourself to my hp taglist here!

spring

Given that springtime was nearly over, it was rather cold outside. 

The sky gleamed a bright, cornflower blue, with the May morning breeze hitting your skin. You, Hermione, and Ginny found yourselves huddling together in the stands and tightly clutching each other to keep warm. 

Anticipation nipped at your insides like tiny needles. You had spent the past half-hour at breakfast listening to a nervous Ron ramble on about how he hardly knew what he was doing, and seeing an unusually quiet Fred pick at his food. You knew it wasn’t like him to spend almost an entire meal without saying more than a few words. 

“You ok?” you mouthed, glancing over at the redhead in concern.  “As long as you’re looking at me,” Fred replied, attempting a small smile. He pressed something warm and fuzzy into your hands under the table. “You’re my good luck charm today. Keep this for me during the match.” You nodded, and felt your heart warm as you looked down to see that it was the fuzzy scarf he always wore during Hogsmeade trips or around the castle when it got particularly chilly. His initials had been hand-stitched into one end—undoubtedly Mrs. Weasley’s handiwork. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.” “That’s my girl.”

“Look!” Ginny whisper-shouted, ending your momentary flashback. “I think that’s them!”

The Gryffindor team filed out into the stadium to be instantly met with a cacophony of loud cheers and applause. Your throat was already starting to hurt from screaming alongside the seas of blazing red and gold, though the match had yet to begin. 

Without even realizing it, you found your eyes scanning the area for a particular ginger-haired Beater, and the tension you didn’t even know you had in your shoulders loosened as soon as you saw him. 

“You’re not even playing, yet I’d say you’re as big of a mess as poor Ronald,” Hermione chuckled lightly. “Concerned for someone?”

“Oh shut up,” you muttered, tightening Fred’s scarf around your neck just a bit more. “It’s the last match of the year—I’m just as nervous as everyone else. I need to see someone beat Malfoy’s egotistical arse to a pulp.”

Both her and Ginny snorted at this. 

“You’re right…but that’s not who I was referring to,” your best friend reminded you. 

You rolled your eyes. “Uh huh.”

“Don’t you think you care a little too much? More than a friend should?”

“No,” you stated flatly. But Hermione knew this was a lie—after all, she had known you for five years now and could tell when you were lying. She watched as you fiddled with the ends of the colorful scarf around your neck—a flash of something caught her eye, and she squinted to see F.W. embroidered in delicate gold. 

Of course you were being serious, she chuckled to herself. She decided to not say anything about why you had Fred’s scarf on, and instead joked, “Do you think he or Ron’ll make it without getting a concussion?” 

“Now that’s hard to say…” you began, knowing how the two boys were sometimes often quite clumsy. “Fingers are crossed that my Fred will be just fine.”

“Your Fred? What about Ron?” she raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you care about both of them?”

“—Both of them will be just fine,” you quickly corrected yourself. “They’ll be alright.”

“Okay…” she said, unconvinced that your reply wasn’t just a slip of the tongue. 

Turning your attention back to the game, you heard Lee Jordan’s classic, enthusiastic voice echo across the grounds. “Welcome to the last Quidditch match of the YEAR! We have quite the game in store today, Gryffindor versus Slytherin…” 

Eventually, after the captains shook hands and everyone mounted their brooms, Madam Hooch blew her whistle and released the balls into the air. Loud cheers filled the stadium once again, and all fourteen players shot up into the sky. You were only really focusing on one thing—or person, really. It seemed that you couldn’t take your eyes off him. 

“—aaand that’s a Bludger to the head from Fred Weasley, ouch, that’s gotta hurt…There goes Katie Bell, making a swift pass over to Johnson…there’s Johnson with the Quaffle! And then, ,there he goes…Fred Weasley does it AGAIN! Malfoy gets a hard Bludger to the back—”

Right then, Fred caught your eye and winked. You sent back a shy wave in response. 

Everyone tries their best to ignore the Slytherin section’s jeering taunts and chants of Weasley Is Our King. You didn’t need to look over to know Ron was hardly taking it. 

From there on out it was a blur of motion, noise, and loud sounds, and before you knew it, the match was over and done. 

“—GRYFFINDOR WINS! WITH WEASLEY’S GAME-WINNING BLOCK AND POTTER’S SHEER SPEED, THEY WIN!” The excitement is clear in Lee’s voice. “GRYFFINDOR WINS THE QUIDDITCH CUP!”

The crowd went wild again as Fred made his downward descent. As soon as the tips of his shoes touched the grass he jumped off and immediately rushed over to you as fast as his feet would take him.

Your head was spinning and you could barely tell what was going on amidst the ground-shaking noise and overall chaos. But there he was in front of you now, sweaty and tired but grinning wildly nonetheless as he brought you into a tight embrace. He started spinning you around and you couldn’t help but join in on his contagious laughter. 

“There’s my good luck charm,” he whispered into your ear as he set you down, breath fanning against the skin behind your ear. 

Having no words left except pure joy, you shook your head and smiled as you leaned into him, squeezing him back even tighter. “I’m so proud of you.”

Both of you were too busy to notice that your friends around you had stopped congratulating the other players and chattering with one another, their eyes now on you two. Ginny, Harry, and Hermione exchanged a look, and Ron, amidst his nerves and exhaustion, cracked a grin as he watched his older brother and best friend savoring a moment with each other. 

Hopefully, they’ll realize it for themselves…he thought. Amidst the chaos of the past year, he knew that all of them—especially the two of you—deserved a bit of peace more than anything. 

summer

“Last one there is a rotten egg and has to take the soddy backup broom!” Ginny shouted. You all immediately broke into a sprint at this, scrambling to go outside for yet another round of backyard Quidditch. Harry damn near tripped over his own feet as he and Ron tried pushing over each other to squeeze out the back door. Fred and George were doing the same thing, and you and Hermione used this chance to sneak past them. You silently high-fived each other at this.

“Boys will be boys…” she laughed quietly, linking your arm through hers as you continued walking across the meadow, the grass brushing against the fabric of your trousers. “There’s no catching a break around here.”

Lo and behold, poor Ron was forced to take the backup broom, grumbling the entire time as everyone put their gear on. “I hate you guys. Haven’t I been through enough already?”

Everyone took turns being the score-keeper, and this time it was Hermione (she had also been score-keeper the last two rounds as she was a bit tired, and didn’t really mind). She sat down under the giant apple tree as she chose the teams. 

“Harry, George, and Fred!” she called out. “Versus the rest of you.” 

“That’s so not fair!” Ron complained. “You have two Beaters and the—”

“—youngest Seeker in a century on one team,” Harry finished his sentence with a cheeky grin.

Ron rolled his eyes. “At least I’m with you, Y/N…I guess…”

“Thanks for the compliment, Ronald,” you said with a slight hint of sarcasm. 

It was only a few minutes in the match when Fred found himself distracted. He was supposed to be on guard, but his eyes kept wandering over to you, zipping around on your broom with ease, gliding through the air like a bird. He wondered when he stopped seeing you as just his ‘best friend’ and started seeing you as someone who made his heart beat faster; someone who he desperately wanted to see smile because that’s all he needed to make his entire day. 

“Awe, come on, Freddie, get your head back in the game!” you called out to him in a teasing voice as he just barely blocked a flying Bludger hurtling towards his face. “Don’t wanna be slammed into, now do you?”

He shook his head and quickly snapped out of it. “Of course not.”

“Blimey, Fred! You nearly gave yourself another concussion there from ogling at her!” George exclaimed. 

“I can’t help but be charming,” you joked, sending Fred a wink. “Enjoy the view while you can!”

It was only mid-morning/barely afternoon by the time you finished the last match, but if anything, your sore muscles told you that it felt like days had passed. Adrenaline was still thrumming in your veins as everyone headed in, laughing at the thrill of flying through the skies without a care in the world. 

“Remember that losers have to make lunch!” Harry reminded.

Ginny groaned. “Come on. Way to ruin the vibe.”

You, her, and Ron all let out long sighs before heading straight to the kitchen to whip something up for the six of you. Food bets needed to stop…

After a quick meal of sandwiches, everyone headed back outside to play more rounds of backyard Quidditch. You opted to stay in this time around; the dull ache in your shoulders and lower back telling you you’d had enough for the day. One cold shower and some quiet work helping Mr. Weasley organize his home office later, you slumped onto the sofa.

The remainder of the afternoon and evening went by slowly but peacefully. Eventually, you found yourselves sitting around on the living room floor, playing board games well into the night while the crickets chirped outside. The days were long, and cracking jokes and long talks came much easier than they normally did. Of course, Fred sat next to you the entire time, finding a way to be touching you in one way or another no matter what. Shoulders pressed together closely, fingers tracing patterns into your palms, a hand rubbing your back. 

Harry gulps down his mug of butterbeer before launching into a dramatic retelling of when Professor Moody turned Malfoy into a ferret, earning roars of laughter and “That git deserved it” from all around. Fred follows up with the first time him and George tested prototypes of their Puking Pastilles, which ended with a delirious Lee Jordan and Ron’s face turning greener than mandrake leaves (much to Mrs. Weasley’s horror—she sent both twins death glares at this). 

You were too busy losing it to notice an arm—Fred’s—snaking around your waist, pulling you into his side. But when you did realize it was him, you didn’t say anything, and just simply relaxed against him. It was second nature to you both; you’ve learned to anticipate him sliding up next to you. And, it was comforting to know that he would always be nearby.

Despite being the last one to go to bed, Fred was the first one awake before dawn had even broken over the horizon. The skies were clear but grey, and the roosters had yet to make a sound. 

“Wake up,” you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder. 

“Whaddayawant,” you groaned, voice groggy. “Listen Ron, it’s too early to play Quidditch, tell Wood that you want to go for a round instead…”

“Hey, it’s only me,” Fred replied. “Come on, I’ve got something to show you.”

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you got up, being careful not to step on Hermione or Ginny’s hands or arms on the way out the door. He kept a hand pressed against the small of your back the entire way down the creaky staircase. 

“Ta-da…” he whispered, the classic Weasley grin spreading across his face. “Take a look at this beauty.”

“A…record player?” your brows furrowed in confusion. “This is what you woke me up at 4 a.m. for?” 

“Dad got it at this old Muggle store in central London years ago, he said it was a ‘thrift shop,’” Fred explained as your eyes glanced over the cracked, but beautiful record player on the kitchen table. “D’you reckon it still works, though?” 

“We’ll have to see for ourselves,” you shrugged. 

He placed the vinyl CD into the player and adjusted the needle, and within seconds a slow Muggle tune began to play. 

“Oh, I know this one…Hermione has told me about it before. Frank Sinatra is quite famous in the Muggle musical world.”

“Well, then…may I have this dance?” Fred extended a hand out to you. You shake your head and roll your eyes, but take his hand and allow him to pull you close. His arms wrap around your torso as your hands rest on his shoulders, and you allow yourselves to get carried away by the slow, melodic ballad.

My love, do you know That your eyes are like stars brightly beaming? I bring you, and I sing you  A moonlight serenade

Fred gently twirls you around the kitchen before bringing you back in and smoothly catching you by the waist, and you’re surprised at how easy it is for him. You often forgot that he had a knack for dancing—it wasn’t often that you got to see him do so. 

“And you were about to be upset at me for waking you up,” he leans in to say. 

“You’re forgiven,” you exhale, resting your head against his chest. “But you know I could never be upset with you.” 

Long after the song had ended, you still found yourself wrapped in his embrace.  

Mrs. Weasley was heading downstairs to start preparing breakfast, but suddenly stopped midway. Her heart warmed as she took in the sight of you and Fred standing in the middle of the kitchen, eyes closed as he hummed a foreign tune, slow dancing without a care in the world. 

Deciding not to interrupt, she stands there for a moment, smiling as she watched her boy fall in love with the young woman that she hoped to call her daughter one day. 

fall

“—Godric’s sake, I’m so tired of losing,” Ron groaned as you quickly smacked the top of the deck with your wand, dust flying into his face. “I’m never playing this with you again.” 

You rolled your eyes as he coughed and dusted himself off. “Okay, no Exploding Snap, then no more sweets from Honeydukes ever again.” 

“Fine, I’m playing, I’m playing,” he sighed, rubbing the side of his forehead as the colorful deck of cards reshuffled themselves. “You’re almost as horrible as my brother.”

“Almost as horrible as who—hey, Y/N, is that my jumper?” Fred paused as he approached you and Ron sitting at the coffee table, as Luna, Neville, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny watched on. 

“Dunno, is it?” you shrugged innocently, tapping your chin. “Hey, Nev, you want a go? I have to finish reading my book for McGonagall’s class.”

Neville nodded, and Ron raised a fist in triumph. “FINALLY! Bring it on, Longbottom.”

You shifted onto the couch so Neville could take your spot, and without another word, Fred sat down right next to you. The deep burgundy color of his Gryffindor sweater only further brought out the color of your eyes, he noticed, which sparkled brightly under the dim lighting. 

Fred then shifted to lay his head down in your lap, and you didn’t even do so much as flinch. With your book in one hand, you used the other to start brushing your fingers through his hair. You hadn’t even realized what you were doing until you heard him let out a quiet sigh of contentment. 

“Did I ever tell you that you’re absolutely brilliant?” he glanced up at you from where he lay, watching carefully and intently. “Sometimes I’m surprised that you weren’t sorted into Ravenclaw.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Weasley,” you laughed softly as you turned the page. 

Right as you were about to turn the page again, he stopped you by lightly tugging your wrist. “Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you okay?”

“What are you talking about?”

He carefully turned your hand to look at the scratches etched into the back of it. They were beginning to fade, but the occasional shifts in movement would cause them to sting and sometimes crack open. 

“When did Umbridge do this to you?” Something unfamiliar flashed in Fred’s eyes, and he seemed angry for the briefest of moments. But the darkened look was quickly replaced with one of concern. “Does it still hurt?”

“No, not at all,” you lied as you set down your book, but he didn’t miss the way you winced slightly as he adjusted your hand to look at it again. 

The rest of your friends had scattered elsewhere at this point, the typical noise now having faded into a soft chatter of sorts. Hermione came back with a bowl of yellow liquid, eyeing you worriedly. “Strained and pickled Murtlap tentacles…these should help…”

“Oh…thank you…” You placed your hand into the bowl and immediately exhaled with relief. 

“I think I’m going to sleep a little early tonight…I’ll see you two at breakfast? Take it easy, Y/N,” Hermione gave your shoulder a squeeze. You nodded as she gave you one last smile and walked away. 

Once the pain had faded into a dull ache, you set the bowl of murtlap on the table and leaned back against the sofa. Fred was now laser-focused on something he was holding, fiddling with it using what looked like a small pair of tweezers. Assuming that it had to do with the joke shop he and George were working on, you paid it no mind, and picked up your copy of Guide to Advanced Transfiguration again. 

You were far too absorbed into your book to notice when Fred had slipped whatever that thing was onto your finger. It was cold to the touch but fit snugly. 

“D’you like it?”

“What is…” You put your book away and glanced down, about to say something half-sarcastic, but immediately stopped. 

It had to have been the most beautiful ring you had seen. Although it was slightly on the thinner side, it glittered brighter than any star you had ever seen. You twisted your hand this way and that as you watched the material catch the light. 

“...You know my ring size,” your voice trailed off as you took notice of the hopeful look in Fred’s eyes. “But what is this for? You know we’re—”

“For when the time comes,” he explained simply, raising your scarred right hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss there. His gaze on you remained steady and comforting in the same way that his presence made you feel. “You’ll wait for me, won’t you?”

Tears prickled at the edges of your eyes, and you nodded, feeling a sudden lump form in your throat. You were filled with a warmth that you knew had nothing to do with the blazing fire in front of you. “You know there’s no one else.”

How your best friend could make your chest ache in this way, you had no clue…For some odd reason, you thought, it wasn’t all that difficult to picture a future with him in it. 

Not when he was your future. You loved him, no doubt, but when it came to describing your exact relationship all words fell short. You were close friends, but was it in the same way that you and Hermione were friends? Or you and Ginny? 

But he’s my best friend, you told yourself. He’s been my best friend for over six years. 

But ‘best friends’ don’t make you feel the way that Fred does. 

Best friends went beyond just saving you a seat at the Great Hall if you woke up late for breakfast or slept through lunch because of a long nap. They didn’t pull you away on Hogsmeade trips and insist on hanging out with you one-on-one when you could very well just hang out together as one big group with all your friends. 

They definitely didn’t fashion you a ring by hand in the middle of one quiet fall night, but he did. 

“Earth to Y/N?”

“Hm…what?”

“You okay? You seemed a little spaced out there, love,” Fred raised a brow at you as he sat up, taking your hand in his. 

“Just…thinking,” you hummed, letting your head lean against his shoulder. He pulled you into his side at this, tenderly brushing his lips against your forehead. 

“About how I’m your favorite person on the planet and that I’m loads funnier than Georgie?”

“As if you’d ever be the only thing on my mind.”

Fred pouted, his bottom lip sticking out. “Ouch. That hurt.”

“I’m kidding,” you glanced up at him, pouting slightly. “You’ll never leave my mind. I’m holding you hostage.”

“And that’s a sentence I’d want to extend for as long as I could,” he responded. 

Voldemort's return and the premise of another war loomed overhead. But he found that when your warm hand slipped into his, body leaning in close, and your laughter ringing through the air like shooting stars, it was easy for him to forget. To fall into you and feel as if you're the only thing that mattered in this world because frankly, you were.

winter

There was one big thing to look forward to today: another Hogsmeade outing. The final weekend trip before Christmas was always a little bittersweet, but filled with the most pure joy. 

The Great Hall was decked out from ceiling to floor as it always was during the holiday season. Bits of snow delicately floated down from the crystalline ceiling as the classic giant Christmas tree stood tall behind the staff table. You stopped every few seconds to admire the decorations despite having been here for nearly seven years now and seeing (and even having helped one time) the grandiose setup.

Excited chatter filled every table as you went over to the Gryffindor table to sit with your friends. Ron was already piling his plate with food, grinning excitedly as he did so. 

“Where’s Fred?” you asked as you sat down next to George. 

“Already missing your lover boy?” the younger twin teased. “He’ll be down in a sec. The lazy arse overslept so Lee went to drag him down here.” 

“Oh, okay…” You paused for a moment. “Wait, he’s not my—”

You felt someone squeeze your shoulder behind you before pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head, stopping you from finishing your sentence. 

“Morning, my love,” Fred greeted casually as he slid into the spot next to you, seemingly oblivious to the stares he got from his gesture. “You sleep okay?”

“Merlin’s beard, Fred, when are ‘ou going ‘o admid it?” Ron groaned, in the middle of chewing his third drumstick. 

“Yeah, when?” Ginny echoed. “I’m going to hex you if you don’t.”

“Tell me what?” you tilted your head to the side as you glanced between them. 

“Oh, uh, nothing!” she said quickly. 

“Nothing!” Fred grinned sheepishly. Ginny sharply jabbed an elbow into his side. “OW!” 

You rolled your eyes, deciding not to question the odd exchange. 

Fred placed a soft hand on your thigh, using his other to swipe a croissant from your plate. 

“Hey!” 

“You know you love me,” he teased. 

“Shut up,” you muttered, feeling your face burn, a smile crept up on your face nonetheless. You continued eating, his hand remaining in place, and pretended like you didn’t mind what he was doing. 

You exited Hogwarts to flurries of snow blowing around, adjusting your hat and (Fred’s) scarf accordingly to protect your face from the biting winds. Hogsmeade was relatively quiet today, so you took every second you had to relish in the peace. 

“Godric, you’re freezing,” Fred’s bright smile turned into a slight frown when he noticed you were shivering, rubbing your gloved hands together. “Here.”

He shook off his coat and handed it to you, helping you put it on by holding the sleeves out. You let out an involuntary sigh of relief once the warmth enveloped your body.

“T-thanks, but aren’t you gonna get c—”

“Trust me, I’ll be alright,” he assured you, squeezing your hands. “Don’t want to get sick before Christmas, right?” 

You managed a nod, and he casually slung an arm across your shoulders. “You’re the best.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice,” he grinned. “Now come on, I think we have some drinks waiting for us.” 

As always, he had pulled you away from your friend group to “spend extra special time with the coolest and funniest girl in the world” and though you rolled your eyes at this, you allowed him to take the lead. (You weren’t complaining.)

Maybe it was the snow, maybe it was the added heat from Fred’s jacket, or maybe it was something else, but you were in an unusually good mood today. Fred noticed how you smiled more than usual, eagerly tugging his hand as you pulled him from shop to shop. 

“Y/N…you’ll drain my pockets,” he groaned as you stopped in front of Honeyduke’s, positively beaming. “And you’ll rot my teeth.”

“Please…?” you begged. “I’ll die if I don’t get a bag.”

“Y/N, love, come on…” But seeing the blissful and innocent twinkle in your eyes made it damn near impossible for him to say no. “Alright, fine. Pick out what you want, it’s on me.”

“You’re the best!” you squeezed his arm before heading into the shop together, hand in hand. “This is why I love you.”

“Ow? Placing my worth based on how many sweet treats I am willing to bestow upon you?” Fred feigned offense at your statement. “But it’s okay. I love you too.” 

Half an hour later, you were walking out of the sweet shop with a bag filled to the brim, and Fred was magically several Galleons lighter.

The two of you were only a three-minute walk from the castle grounds when the wind started to pick up. What was once a light snowy drizzle had suddenly turn into a full-blown blizzard, obscuring your vision for meters. 

“I can’t even—I can’t see a thing!” you yelled over the whipping winds, trying to shield your face. “Fred, where are you?” 

“Right behind you,” he murmured, circling an arm around your middle. “Don’t worry.” 

But then, you felt something cold and icy slip down your jumper. 

“Fred Weasley!” you yelled as he ran away, laughing with another clump of snow in hand. “You get back here right this instant before I kick your arse—” 

You lunged forward and went sprinting after him, well, as fast as you could through the thick blankets of snow. Fred’s laugh echoed through the frigid air as you rolled up a giant snowball and chucked it at him. It hit him square in the back and he nearly fell from the impact. 

The blizzard added an extra layer of difficulty, but you were determined to win by sheer talent and not take the easy way out with magic. 

Your arms began to ache from forming and throwing snowball after snowball, and you were sure that you’d be getting bruises all over your body (especially from one particularly hard hit between your shoulder blades when you’d been distracted). But seeing Fred so blissfully happy made it worth it—for a split second, you could pretend you were both thirteen again, no worries in the world except for beating each other in Quidditch. 

“Okay, this is so over!” you shouted as you chased him over a small hill and finally jumped on his back to tackle him, causing him to fall face first into the snow. 

“You absolute—” he began, voice muffled. “Ow.”

He fell silent for a few seconds and stopped moving, causing you to worry. “Freddie, you alright? Fred!”

After you panicked for a few more seconds, Fred finally flipped over, clutching his stomach as he laughed at you. “You actually thought I was hurt?” 

“It’s not funny!” you exclaimed in a high-pitched tone. Your face flushed as you realized you practically sitting on him and awkwardly shifted off, opting to kneel by his side as he sat up. “What if you actually were? I’d like to be the one that heals you, not hurts you, thank you very much!”

He smirked. “Aw, so you were worried about me. You care, don’t you?”

“Shut it, I do not,” you scoffed. 

His eyes trailed down your ring, which still shone so brightly, as you absentmindedly fiddled with it. 

“...I think you’re missing a little something, don’t you think? Or maybe it’s me that is,” he said so quietly that you almost missed what he’d said. “A diamond, perhaps….”

“A diamond?” your voice came out in the tiniest of whispers as well. “I think you’d look alright in a little silver…”

Fred then cupped your face in his hands, which forced you to look back up at him. He gently grazed his thumbs over your cheekbones and there was now what seemed like a look of longing in his bright hazel eyes. He’d always gazed at you admiringly but that was because he was your best friend, you told yourself (a lie that, time and time again, you’d try and fail over the years to convince yourself of). Best friends loved and cared for each other, that’s what they’re supposed to do. 

But here he was, making you feel things that a friend normally didn’t. And you didn’t even try to push him away because you didn’t want him to leave; you never wanted him to. 

He finally closed the ever-decreasing gap between you two and kissed you, capturing your lips in his. You buried a hand in his messy hair and pulled him closer; as close as you possibly could, desperate for the way he made you feel so alive because he was the one thing keeping you anchored to the ground. 

IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou, he says over and over. You swore you’d explode, feeling him smile against your lips, tugging you even closer. 

the in-between

The chasm of grief, so cold and uninviting, seemed to open up and swallow you whole. 

You hated war. You hated watching the blood of innocent people being shed by the ruthless works of evil. You hated that you had survived while so many you had grown to know and love didn’t. They’re just kids. They’re too young. They didn’t deserve to die the way they did. They’re just kids. They’re just kids. 

You weren’t sure how you even survived. 

As soon as you locked eyes with each other, you, Harry, Ron, Luna, Ginny, Hermione, Neville, Dean, Seamus, and Parvati collapsed into one giant hug on the floor, tightly clutching one another. You had all been incredibly lucky to have made it through together.

Fred’s eyes carefully scanned the room, searching for a familiar face. When he saw you there in the corner, eyes squeezed shut and clinging to your best friends, he wanted nothing more than to approach and comfort you. But he knew you all needed this time together—you had lost many loved ones, and they were some of the only family you had left. So he let you be, leaning against the wall and watching from afar. 

Over the next hour or so, people slowly started trickling out of the Great Hall—parents coming to pick up their kids, families reuniting—until it was just you, Harry, Hermione, Lupin, Tonks, Sirius, Fleur, and the Weasleys. There was an unspoken feeling of gratitude lingering in the air and you could sense the relief all-around. 

Your heart clenched as you watched Harry embrace his godfather. Your mother had died when you were young and your father had suffered a similar fate as the Longbottoms, so watching families reunite always sent a spear through your chest. 

“Hey,” you heard, feeling someone intertwine their fingers with yours. You didn’t need to look over to know it was Fred. “Sickle for your thoughts? Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”

Leaning into him, you closed your eyes, attempting to will the tears away. “I don’t…I don’t know.  I just hate war. While I’m glad this is over, I can’t help but think how unfair it all is. People losing each other, being torn apart…Voldemort’s gone, I know, but it just feels like he took a part of me to the grave with him.”

“I hope it’s not the part that made you fall in love with me,” Fred joked, and the corners of your lips quirked up in a grin.

“Of course not…” you murmured, “you’d have to pry your heart out of my cold, dead hands to try and take it from me. I’m here now, whether you like it or not.”

“For good?” 

“For good,” you stated, reaching up to kiss him softly. “I love you.”

“And you know I love you more.”

epilogue (it’s a new spring with you)  

With the Dark Lord gone, there were many loose ends to tie up and much-deserved resting to do. You had stayed behind to help start with cleaning up the castle grounds, before deciding to take the Hogwarts Express back home all togehter—for old time’s sake. 

“What about the shop?” you asked George as you sat down between him and Fred. “Don’t you two need to be there?” 

“We reckon it’ll be just fine—it’s not just us there anymore, remember?” he said, “but, Freddie thought you were more important. That’s why we’re here.”

Resting your head against his chest, you gazed up at Fred and smiled. “You left for me?” 

“You know all that I do is for you,” he explained as if that was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“Ew my teeth, they’re going to rot from the cheesy sweetness,” Ron groaned. “You’d think that the war would wipe all that out.” 

“Oh shut it, Ronald,” Hermione rolled her eyes. “Let them live.” 

You drifted off and slept through the entire ride home, feeling a tad bit more refreshed when pulling in to King’s Cross station. It was a blur from there: taking the Floo network, carrying bags, washing up, and whatnot. You felt as if you were on autopilot with a barely functioning Muggle battery. All you wanted was to collapse on the floor and sleep forever, but you wanted to sit around the living room floor with your friends and catch up like you always did during the summer. 

Lupin and Tonks had gone home to take care of Teddy while the rest of you were settling in. Chatter filled the Burrow as you spent time unpacking, and you found that you’d missed all the noise more than you initially thought. Dinner was an equally chaotic but also peaceful affair, filled with plenty of toasts, extra servings, and laughter, of course. 

While Sirius was busy telling the table about the Mauraders’ antics, Fred squeezed your hand, jerking his head behind him to indicate that he wanted to go out back. 

Now? What is it? you mouthed. 

Fred nodded. Yes, now, so come on. 

He took your hand and led you out the back door to the orchards, crescent moon shining overhead. A faint smile graced your face as you thought back to the days you spent together under the giant apple tree, reading stories from Hermione’s books to one another, skipping stones by the lake, and tending to the chickens. 

A familiar tune started drifting through the air, and Fred extended a hand towards you.

“May I have this dance?”

You were immediately hit with a wave of déjà vu at his question, and allowed him to sweep you up into his arms. He placed his hands on your waist and you felt sparks shoot up your spine at his touch. Your arms wound their way around his neck as you swayed to the melody, losing yourselves in a dreamy lullaby. Though you had done this with him before on several occasions, it still felt like you were falling in love all over again. 

You swallowed hard as you thought about how you had both been forced to grow up so fast. Moments like these—of pure bliss and childlike innocence—were far and few between, so they were to be greatly cherished. It was easy when he was twirling you around like this; effortlessly guiding your motions, to forget that anything and anyone else existed. 

Closing your eyes, you focused on the feeling of his warm hands through your sweater and the soothing sound of his soft hums, allowing them to carry you away. 

At one point, he briefly stops before spinning you outwards—but this time, he doesn’t pull you back in to catch you. You’re about to be confused but then, you turn around to see him down on one knee, a glittering diamond ring in hand. You froze in place, completely shocked. 

“A diamond, perhaps…” you echoed, recalling that one winter night when you had kissed him for the first time, feeling like your heart was going to explode out of your chest. 

“It’s always been you,” said Fred in a simple, soft tone of voice. “Always has been and always will be.”

Your eyes began to water. “You’re bloody kidding me…”

“Y/N, I know I joke around a lot—hell, I opened a whole shop with Georgie…but one thing I’ve never joked about is the way I feel about you.”

“Fred…”

“...Will you marry me?”

You opened and closed your mouth but no words seemed to come out. All you could manage was a small nod before tears fully blurred your vision and you stepped forward, hand shaking as he slid the diamond ring on. 

When his lips brushed against yours, time seemed to splutter to a stop, and you felt your weary heart slowly but steadily stitch itself back together. 

Except, he was the one holding the needle and telling you that there was no need to be anxious or scared because he’d be by your side for the rest of your life. 

So don't let me wait Come to me tenderly in the June night I stand at your gate And I sing you a song in the moonlight A love song, my darling A moonlight serenade

tags: @htchnr @arkofblake @xhanthexzoria @antriimx @pinkdaiisies @lovely-whale-is-lovely

[ilylovelyz]

⍣ ೋ Alucard x Pregnant S/O Headcannons

i feel as if alucard will be the one to know about the pregnancy first

depending on the timeline you envision reader/you in, alucard will have more or less some knowledge on pregnancies and childbirth

esp cuz yk his mom was a doctor

but regardless i feel alucard would wake up one day and be hit with your scent being completely offputting

not in a bad way, but in a way that he immediately notices

being that he is humanely superior than most, your physical attributes are all he notices!

even your scent cuz he loves sniffing you and he uses it to know if youre flocking around somewhere!

but anyways he'll notice the way you smell different

his suspicions immediately rise, afterall you both are a couple that has a lot of love to offer <3

but he won't say anything to you, no

or at least not for awhile

i think he'd know it's something special for you to find out first by yourself and THEN you'd tell him like some cutesy surprise although its not a surprise considering he already knows

but A+ for effort in his eyes!

he'll leave you to it

it's not like he could see through you like an MRI scan so all he can really do his rely on your scent and just assume you're with child but he'll make sure to have other possibilities in mind like your body just changing naturally or age

once the thought is in his mind he's still instantly becoming 10x more overprotective

as your lover he'll always keep his eyes on you in situations, whether it'd be across a busy room 10ft away from you or in dangerous situations like fighting night creatures

but if you're with child, you're 1st in line to yourself in his priority list! <3

once the symptoms start to bring you aware of the pregnancy he's just waiting in silence excitedly for you to acknowledge him to it so he can finally express how he feels

once you do, he wont say that he already knew, but he wont act like a fool out of "surprise"

but either way, the happiness is evident with him

he'll then begin to publicly coo all over you

never lets you out of his sight, you're always on his mind 24/7 and the baby as well

is constantly thinking about how to improve his current situation for the future of the baby

will definitely want to create the baby furniture and toys himself with you, maybe give the baby any remaining toys he has left from his own childhood

he really has no preference for gender

but in his mind, when it comes to envisioning the future, it always comes down to soft lace cotton tiny dresses and pink ribbons

once your pregnancy begins to really affect you, his over protectiveness is going to be at it's peak

you can't sleep at night? oh! neither can he, and he'll spend all night massaging your sore back and aching ankles if that's what it takes for you to be comfortable

stands outside the restroom while you puke if you don't allow him to be in there and waits patiently

sometimes will hold up your hair for you or pat your back if your sickness is really paining him

he thinks you absolutely glow with your belly all round! never a day without him caressing your skin and telling you how beautiful you are

when it comes closer and closer to the due date, he highkey begins internally stressing

he worries that something bad will happen, worries that one of the few things in his life will be taken away, if not all

will try to calm himself by sniffing you

if you let him, he'll definitely get down on his knees and practically worship your baby bump

puts his ear to your skin and tries to see if he can hear the heartbeat

his own flutters when it does and boy does it melt him down to a puddle of sweetness

when you begin labor he's 100% going to try to be by your side for the entire thing

he's half-vampire, a little soreness from you squeezing the blood out of his hand will not deter him from leaving your side

if complications arise, he's going to do his best for you to stay calm and try to help minimize your pain, but internally he's sweating and feels like he's gonna pass out if things get that bad

will definitely read his mother's notes on pregnancy and childbirth to aid him in your birth

once the baby is delivered, he audibly releases a sigh of relief

kisses your forehead, your cheek, your lips, everything, in a silent thanks to you

definitely is anxious to hold the baby, but will let you first obviously if you're able to

once it's his turn to hold his child it's like he's glued in place and just admires his little baby

next few days are just of you resting, even if you try to help, he's taking over everything and anything baby related

does not let you do the night feedings

becomes basically your doctor and feeds you foods that he researched helps energizes the exhausted and improvement of health

his bond with your baby is soul deep, he'd spend the remainder of time holding them if he could

see trevor's version!

[toxicanonymity]

Hey Boo,

I've been seeing Joelkemons making the rounds being the best kind of dude to have around when you're crying.

Is Stepdad is having very strong feelings about all of this too? I imagine of Raider (LOML) and NW are being so soft with us, something in stepdad might respond to our hopelessly impotent rage.

I'd love to see how he reacts.

Boy howdy, tho, if I could slip into the brothel and have a big ol' Joel-pile, that shit would fix me all the way.

Thank you so much for everything you do and are.

I hope you're taking care of yourself too.

-- Cupquake <3

black tuesday

JOEL x f!READER | 1000 words

WARNINGS: 18+. Election Night. ANGST. Tears. Fears. This is intended to be a cathartic fic with some comfort but please don't read if it could be traumatic. Allusions to reproductive rights, etc. Reader is angry, esp. at men, takes it out on joel a little. Joel is supportive. Reader dacryphilia, brief smut. STEPDAD AU but you don't need to know it, and the stepcest doesn't come up.

NOTES: Sweet Cupquake, you're welcome and thank you for always being so supportive. Poor stepdad, he's normally the one needing comforting, isn't he? Yes, he has strong feelings about all this. This doesn't fit neatly in the AU timeline just roll with it. My brief post on the election is here. This will most likely be my only fic that overtly acknowledges the u.s. election. DO NOT INTERACT: TRUMP VOTERS, ANTI-CHOICE PEOPLE, MINORS.

You’re sitting on the floor of your apartment watching the news while Joel makes dinner and a huge mess in the kitchen. When the early votes are counted, we’ll see a lot more blue, they said. No, actually. Not really. You turn the volume way down so you can barely hear it. 

“Pasta’s ready,” Joel announces in a weak, sing-song voice. 

You remain on the floor. Your breathing is shallow, and it doesn’t feel real. 

Joel comes into the living room but doesn’t sit down. He stands with his arms crossed. His neck veins are bulging, his biceps are tense, his jaw clenches as he watches the screen. He’s pissed, he’s so angry watching this happen. He’s embarrassed to be a Texan. He thinks about all the women he knows. Embarrassed to be a man. 

He looks back and forth between the tv and you, and he sees your eyes are watery. He brings your glass of water from the kitchen, but you refuse it. He puts it down on the coffee table. Then, he picks up the remote control and turns off the tv. 

“Why’d you do that?” you snap. 

“It’s only makin’ ya sad,” Joel replies. “It’s still early, there’s time.” 

“Sad?? You think I’m sad?” Heat rises to your face. Your chest tightens.  

“Okay,” Joel acknowledges softly. “I can see you’re not just sad.” 

He sits down and tries to put his arm around you but you scoot over to face him. 

“All you men just go around blowing your loads everywhere and we’re the ones who have to deal with it, and you have the nerve to tell us how.” 

“I’d never tell you how to--you know that.”

“--I am so fucking tired of men talking.” 

“Sorry,” he mumbles, and sits quietly next to you for a minute. It’s hard knowing there’s nothing he can do or say, but he’s not going to leave you unless you tell him to. 

He clears his throat and asks softly, “Would anything make ya feel better?”

“Only waking up from this nightmare.”

“Yeah,” he acknowledges. 

“I don’t wanna feel better,” you begin to cry. “I want it to not happen….Like, is this real life?” 

None of it feels real. Months ago, people in stupid red hats were carrying around actual sperm cups. The highest-profile rapist in the country called himself the father of fertility, and crowds of people cheered. He said “mass deportation” and people cheered more. And then half the country voted for these sick, twisted buffoons. 

“You want some space?” Joel asks. 

“No,” you protest tearfully.

He hesitantly brushes the back of your neck with his thumb. This time, you let him put his arm around you. 

You whisper, “I can’t believe this is happening.” 

“Sweetheart, it ain’t over. We got time.” 

You shake your head no, ‘cause you can feel it in your gut. 

Joel sits in silence for a moment, and you can’t see it, but he’s tearing up because he can feel you burning and he’s powerless. 

He holds you and strokes your back while you bury your face in his chest. He discreetly checks his new york times app and tries not to react out loud- it’s only getting worse. 

After a few minutes of silence, he whispers your name, and you respond, “mm?”

“I’m sorry,” he chokes out. 

You look up to see his cheeks wet, his hair messy. Your heart swells with affection. Affection and… gratitude? God, the bar is in hell. But to be fair, you really love him. You’re grateful for the man he is, not the one he isn’t. 

Desire begins to stir in your chest.

Joel presses a kiss onto your forehead, then lifts your chin, and you look at each other. He brushes away a tear from your cheek. With his own cheeks still wet, he swallows, and the emotional bob of his Adam’s apple sends a rush of arousal to your core. You put your hand on the back of his neck and pull him toward you for a kiss. 

Affection and relief floods your body. It’s temporary, of course, but you let yourself have this. You let the nightmare fade into a spicy dream. 

You straddle him and he pulls you close and moans into your mouth. You kiss him desperately and feel him harden under you. He hesitates and mutters, “sorry,” trying to read the room. He pushes your thighs back, trying to put some distance between you and his hard-on. 

“Stop,” you reply, then latch onto his mouth again. He breaks away and says, “Just don’t want ya to feel like I–” 

“Shut up,” you tell him, then scoot yourself closer, your crotch firmly planted on the warm, stiffening shape in his sweatpants. You grind your hips into him. He kisses you back with increased fervor, and moans into your mouth. Kissing passionately, your loins throb warmly together and your hips move in rhythm. 

You reach between the two of you and slide your hand down his sweatpants. You palm his leaking manhood. Pressing it against his tummy, you gently move the skin on his shaft, and  He groans.

“Fuck,” he breathes, and thrusts against your hand. 

You stand up to urgently take off your pj pants. 

His man-guilt is still eating at him. Squeezing his aching hard shaft, he lets out a moan, then weakly offers, “Are you sure you wanna…”

In response, you straddle him, hot and dripping against his bare arousal.  You slide against him, throbbing and ready. Then, as you slide his tip to your entrance, you warn him, “Get it while it’s on the table.” You sink down on him and he shudders. Then he thrusts upward and moans as he bottoms out.  

“My legs’ll be closed for business soon,”  you explain. 

He closes his eyes and breathes deep as your body accommodates his.  “Fair enough,” he answers thoughtfully, then opens his eyes. “Wait. Even if my face is the customer?” 

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NOTES: I actually wrote three Stepdad things, and chronologically, this is no. 2 of 3. The others aren't posted yet. The first one is a standalone pregnancy scare, nothing about the election (would've been before it). And the second one is a post-election talk about contraception.

My brief post on the election is here.

Thank you for reading. Please remember to take care of yourselves <33

[pumpkinstrawbrew]

< kiss it better. >

...

(i had an urge, or rather the need to draw them kissing. the sheer fact, that i didn’t ever draw anyone kissing before wasn’t enough to stop me. in the same way, jonathan’s lack of experience with kissing wouldn’t have stopped him from trying to lock lips with the bat. 

in this timeline, jonathan clearly already knows how to kiss bruce. must have done it enough times to get comfy with being affectionate in less … pushy ways. he also pretty familiar with small signs, that the bat doesn’t do all that well. some esp messed up / complicated cases would keep bruce sustained on little sleep an’ barely any time out of his suit. he shaves less frequently bc of it too. which is like the first sign, that he doesn’t pay a lot of attention to his daily habits. besides alfred, jonathan is the only other person, who notices those things an’ scolds the bat for it. which is ironic bc crane himself tends to huddle up inside some basement without a shower, much sleep or proper food for days, when he’s working on whatever. in a way, he’s even worse than bruce in that sense. but he doesn’t consider it a problem, when it’s him. but when it’s batman, now, that’s troublesome. an’ unlike bruce, who can literally haul him out an’ shove him into a bath *always have a vivid imagery of arkhamverse scarebat being in this situation* or put food in front of him an’ stand over jon till he eats it. jonathan has to be more ‘sly’ about his own methods. he prefers to egg the bat on, an’ kinda point out things until bruce might want to go an’ do smth just to prove him wrong lol. but he also attempts to coze the bat up with affection too. he’s not super graceful about it. but it’s the try that counts. an' he's hella smug about it, when he's successful, which is like almost always. really makes jon feel good about his knowledge of batman's inner workings.

meanwhile, i think, that bruce is often low-key surprised, when crane goes out of his way to be openly gentle, nearly consolatory with him. rather, then doing backwards things or weird gestures, that showing said gentle fondness. bruce in general is kinda reversed, when it comes to affection, even if he's better at giving it vs crane. but that's prob why the change manages to catch him off guard. his influence on jonathan's show itself in odd ways. i feel like jon is absolutely clueless about those things in the beginning. when he does them, he then acts very pissy an' embarrassed. but overtime, it gets less intense. he’s even let’s bruce lift his mask up his nose, after some time too. until that he acts all cagey about it. still very much self-conscious about his face. he can do it himself from time to time, but bruce is pretty much the only other person, he allows to do it at all. the complexity of their brain process, when it comes to their mask is smth else. they still cannot be normal about being just one single dude in the mask or without it lol.

anyways, jon can still be well, jon. he's weird an' love watching bruce's reactions on different things, bc he's still a scientist. and' professor of psychology. an' the scarecrow. therefore some kisses start with a small lick or a peck. another thing for bruce to ponder on. an' think how to respond in kind.

so yeps. just them kissing. it's one of those things that i wanna see an' think about [dreamily kicks legs] the end goal to make BTAS an' akrhamverse scarebat share a kiss as well.)

[bumbldee]

Uncle Nikoli Au

Where Gristol was also mind wiped and was implemented into the Aquatos

As usual, read under cut for more ramblings. (send an ask if you wanna ask anything i love rambling)

PERSONALITY

Suprisingly very similar to how he is in canon, he comes off as pompous and egotistical, but it's mostly pretend to hide how insecure he is. Despite his pride, he cares deeply for his family and is somewhat of a people pleaser. Unlike the rest of his family, he downright just denies the existence of Psychics, but likes to humour them.

Fucking loves eggs, esp boiled eggs

RELATIONSHIPS

Absolute Mama's boy. Does everything he can to curry her favor.

Difficult relationship with Augustus, who he believes is the favored son, where Augustus thinks he is too pompous. He is on good terms with Donatella however, as they enjoy discussing about ideas for upcoming acts.

Seen as the silly uncle and somewhat respected by his nephews and nieces, however they aren't afraid of making fun of him. He let's them get away with a lot due to his spite for his brother.

TIMELINE JUNK

Alternating from events of the original timeline, Gristol was abandoned by his family when they fled + Lucrecia was his god mother. Ford was concerned due to reports of how Gristol was coping, and out of guilt he reconditioned Gristol, along with Agustus into believing Lucrecia was his mom, Agustus was his brother + forgetting about his old life.

Didn't get the Aquato prowess for acrobatics or strenchiness, was relegated to other jobs like creating props, concessions or sometimes clown duty (which he refused to do unless absolutely necessary). Very insecure about this.

A year before the start of Psychonauts 1, he began traveling the world due to feeling alienated from the family, like Nona he started feeling off, as in something was "missing" in his life. He would send post cards from where ever he was and might've done some marketing hehe

He comes back to stay with the family when he learnt Raz got into the Psychonauts, saying that he wanted to rest after traveling for a year and to support Raz's joining of the psychonauts. His family however does find his behavior quiet odd after traveling for so long.

He does definitely visit Grulovia during his travels and does figure out about Maligula / his past, problem is i don't know HOW he handles it, some ideas:

His care for his family outgrows his curiosity, he comes back but ignores what he learns, however Delguionists recognize that he is the missing heir to Grulovia's throne, they follow him to his family and research.

He secretly begins to work with Delugionists, because he feels betrayed and that he was "robbed" with wanting his throne back.

Has no interest in the throne , does research himself to get rid of Maligula, probably uses his stay with the family as an excuse to get close the Psychonauts to gain further information.

Either path, he is still absolutely shaken by learning about all this (obviously). He never forgives Ford but is confused on how to feel about Nona.

[mallovamp]

oh hey btw tt!rumor canonically has a sister

(upcoming redesign sneak peeks!)

speaking of terror trio SO!! heres an update

i have changed quite a bit regarding act storylines, timelines, character relationships and the characters themselves (esp. florus) and i'm probably gonna take the stuff that's on my au account, @terror-trio , and move it here as like "scrapped" stuff? although it's not really scrapped i'm kinda just changing the ideas already established

if ur actually interested in the au as of right now expect a lot of redesigning and delayed answering to asks because i just started remaking the intro comic yesterday ^^ i'm also probably gonna post some ttau stuff on tiktok first to hopefully get more people looking at it, so i might post new designs there before i do here!

as for the timelines, i have decided that act 1 will be used as a backstory of sorts — the au's present starts with the beginning of act 2 (which won't come until a LOT later but hey).

thank u guys sm 4 all the love my art has gotten, i'm looking forward 2 finally executing this au that's been in my head 4 so long and share it with u all!! <33

[greenfiend]

hi i was reading up on your analysis post on lonnie and how it all leads back to his abuse of will--i think its super likely the way you and the other blogposter from a few years back put it together (forgive me for not having their name on hand), but i was wondering how likely you think it is that the duffer brothers actually go in that direction.

everything adds up, but its hard for me to see them use that storyline even if its so perfect to the plot. the way yall talk about the set pieces esp from season 1 is VERY persuasive, but i dont even think lonnie is in season 5 so how would that even work?

Great question! I think we have been led astray from season 1, with so many other characters and plot lines appearing, that we forget what kick-started everything. A good story’s ending ties into the very beginning, which the writers have said season 5 would do.

Will is patient zero (perhaps number 0 too)… Not chronological within the timeline told to us in the show, but upon viewing the show as an audience, he is the very first victim. This fact cannot be understated. What happened to Will was the first domino that fell, the first nuclear fission reaction that triggered a chain reaction.

Now, when it comes to horror, most elements are based on reality. They are metaphors for aspects of the real world. One major theme within the show that connects with the supernatural is family dynamics. As well as childhood trauma and the mind itself.

We have seen dysfunctional family dynamics within: the Wheelers, the Creels, the Hargroves/Mayfields, the lab, El and Hopper, Vecna’s victims… etc etc.

We have seen a glimpse into the Byers. We know they struggle financially. We know Jonathan is being parentified and Joyce is a struggling single mother. We also know that Lonnie does not care for Will, that he left and that Jonathan despises him. Many people here usually just write the Byers off as being a healthy happy family without Lonnie despite what I had just listed.

We also have never seen Will and Lonnie interact.

This fact, along with the mountains of suspicious evidence tying Lonnie to Will’s disappearance is highly suspicious.

But the biggest clue?

Lonnie is forgotten in season 4.

In a season where El has an entire story/arc around repressed memories at the lab with Papa and Henry. Where we see the harm caused by “Papa” towards both El and Henry. Where we are explicitly told that our brains protect us from past trauma by forgetting. At the same time, Lonnie is forgotten. They even made this fact even more clear when they added the scene with Will and Jonathan where Jonathan tells Will about “Larry the construction worker” (Larry and Lonnie both being nicknames for Lawrence and Lonnie's backyard is literally a construction site).

Is Lonnie in season 5? Remember, we know very little of the filming, they kept most things under wraps! However, the actor who played Lonnie was seen in a behind the scenes image for season 4 (see above). There may have been pre-filmed footage of him. But also, the story isn’t about him. It’s not a revenge story, it’s about healing from trauma. He doesn’t need to make much of an appearance at all… perhaps just in flashbacks.

Some other thoughts leading me to this conclusion:

The writers and cast frequently allude to Will's importance to the story as a whole, and aspects of his trauma and queerness are referenced throughout the show frequently.

El was originally planned to die in season 1. The story is not actually centred around her but she has been taking Will's place up until now. Remember: Will “likes to hide”. The connection and parallels between Will and El are more than just that.

Henry was not originally in the plan for the show. The idea of him was there I believe but there is a reason why he wasn't in the show until later. He is NOT the villain of the show. He is a manifestation of the problem, the trauma.

Lonnie was the first suspect in the case of Will's disappearance and was never actually cleared as a suspect. I do not think he literally kidnapped Will in season 1, but he was the reason Will disappeared.

Demogorgon means “Deep Father”, the Mind Flayer = MF = “mother fucker”, Henry also means father as “Hawkins” means “son of Henry”. The connection to father is clear.

Will’s trauma with his father is majorly connected to his internalized homophobia. His father is the main reason why Will feels like ���a mistake”. He needs to heal and accept himself for who he is.

There are major twists to come. Most people don’t theorize outside of the basic good vs evil premise… Vecna vs. Will and/or El and the latter winning. But things are not that simple, there’s likely an entirely different story going on beyond what we are told.

I could go on and on but I’ll leave this for now…

[dustymeadows]

I think a lot about how to meaningfully differentiate the various skellies for utmv esp when they in theory all start at the same ‘backstory’. Which is fun and I love exploring the horror of ‘how do you interact with Yourself’ buuuut

We have so many hypothetical beginnings for the brothers dude. Not that I know all of them off the top of my head but. Handplates, from Deltarune, the idea theyre the two halves of gaster, that theyre the skeletons of the fallen children, ect, theres so much diversity

Which is my case that I think all three of nightmares pantheon should have different backstories. Esp since the idea their mountains are in different countries-

After this is all rambling headcanons

I think to align with Horror being a divergence off of a Timeline rather than being technically an Au, I like keeping it as close to reasonably possible. I like giving horror the handplates one basically- its adds to his need to keep things close to his chest, his absolute hate for authority figures (or going along with them for as much as he Has To), and such as that

Dust I’m not too sure of. On one hand, it would be very interesting to have Dust be the idea sans is from deltarune- because it adds to the tragedy. You get stuck in some alternate world where youre all trapped underground, oh and also theres a murderous player and you’re too busy with that to even make it “home.”

BUT im also a fan that dust… just never learns. Dust doesn’t know, never uncovers all of that, doesnt see the reason to seek it out. Esp if you see Dust as some alignment of schizophrenic where it’d be easy for him to brush off the world as pre-made or all a game and therefore see no value in digging up those things.

Or the same sort of “sees no value in trying to uncover it” with the idea sans used to work on the core with gaster. Easy to map onto other things basically

Now Killer. Killer is also fun with handplates, but also, the idea the skeleton brothers were grown from the fallen human children? With killers entire story of being taken advantage of and changed fundamentally by the player/chara?? Thats insult to injury. You aren’t only fused with a human soul but you once /were/ human.

I don’t need to mention Cross because well we know whats up with him

Just as a bonus here, I don’t really consider Nightmare a “sans” even if I have to in tags. That is a Skeleton that inherited the negativity domain . That is an Eldritch Horror wearing a Sans Suit.

[thaenad]

do u have any advice for building feedist community? esp a queer/trans one. i’ve been lurking for ages but i think it’d b really fulfilling to actually do something about it

I can share how I did it! before starting anything, I named the group (abundance), created a poster with a cute logo on it, and marketed it as a LGBTQ2IA+ and fat liberationist group. I mostly took to feabie, I posted the flyer, put it in my bio description, and then using the location search, I began following people in my area. feabie actually allows you to search by gender and sexual orientation, so I did seek out some queer people in the beginning. I regularly posted messages to the timeline advertising my group with a link to a screening application - a google form with screening questions asking potential members what they want to get out of the group, what would make them feel safest to take part in it, as well as some questions regarding privilege, fat liberation, and consent. this is just a precaution to make sure everyone joining has a mutual understanding of how to participate in a group setting with safety and respect, and consideration for our most vulnerable community members (bc goodness knows there are some creeps on feabie). once folks pass the screening, I email them with a link to our discord server in an initial welcome message describing my intentions for the group and why finding community and spreading fat liberation is so important to our lives. the discord server is where we all communicate and plan events. the first event I planned was a potluck in the park, which took place last may. I highly recommend starting events in the summer where folks can hang out in a safe public space for free. as the group was expanding, I did a lotta reblogging on tumblr, including sharing it to my @fatliberation blog which has way more traction. I also created a group on the queer app lex which brought in a few members as well! HOWEVER. I do live in chicago, where there is a high concentration of feedists. if you aren't near a big city this might be more difficult, but I would encourage starting an online group if that's the case! also, it may surprise you just how many feedists live in your area. I thought that I would be lucky if I got close to 15 people to sign up, but as of today, there have been 58. not only from chicago, but all over the midwest. out of those 58 applications, 45 joined the discord. out of those 45, only 20ish people are active, and out of those 20ish people, usually less than ten people show up to events. but that smaller core group has become an amazing group of close friends. It will take time. so many months of preparation and networking. I think it took close to 7-8 months to get enough interest for that first meeting in may, and since then it has taken almost another year to get into a groove and get to know each other. but after that initial potluck, the ball kept rolling so easily. feedist community is life-changing magic. I had a dream that someday I could have that, so I took a lot of risks to make it happen - all while alone, lost, anxious, unsure if any of it would come together or if I was going about things the right way, just flat-out raw dogging it and carving a path. and it was the best risk I've ever taken. I feel overwhelmingly supported by my peers. I sincerely wish you the best and hope with all my might that you find your community. let me know if I can answer any questions you have along the way.

[leejenowrld]

hi, it’s me again lol just wanted to ask on how do you pump out creativity like this back to back? esp with back to you’s storyline, just how did you form it??

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hi angel! this is gonna be a very long response. so ‘back to you’ has always felt so natural for me. i think it’s because i’ve had the core of it in my head for so long—ever since writing ‘love me back,’ i knew i wanted it to be a two-part character study, with mark’s story coming first and jeno’s second. jeno was always going to be the nathan-coded character. i just knew i wanted to push it further—to make it sexier, messier, more mature, something that really explored boundaries and spirals and self-destruction in a way that still felt deeply personal.

i always say this but ideas really just come to me when i’m watching one tree hill. it sounds silly but the show is such a huge inspiration—it gave me the blueprint, and from there, everything just built itself out in layers. when i’m watching scenes from the show, i get these flashes of my characters in those settings or having those conversations, and it kind of snowballs into scenes and arcs and full episodes of their own. sometimes i’ll pause an episode halfway through just to go open my notes and write a scene that’s completely unrelated but emotionally triggered by something brooke, lucas, nathan, haley or peyton said. there’s certain lines + plots that are directly drawn from/heavily influenced from oth too

and ‘back to you’ in particular has grown so much thanks to all the behind-the-scenes stuff i’ve done for it. the moodboards, the lore, answering asks about the characters, creating timelines, writing drabbles, ask the characters, #facts — backtoyou, building family, friendship, sexual dynamics—when i say every single thing is connected, i mean it. there are entire mini arcs and parallel structures in place that haven’t even surfaced yet, but they help keep the story coherent in my head. it’s like i’m constantly talking to the characters—what would jeno do if he saw that? how would y/n react to this? what secret is karina keeping from the group that nobody knows yet? those little questions lead me to huge plot beats.

so yeah. it’s a combination of always visualizing things vividly, pulling inspiration from my favourite stories, and letting the characters tell me where they want to go. and once they start speaking, it doesn’t stop. ‘back to you’ has always felt incredibly natural to me. from the very beginning, i had a clear vision of the world and characters—especially jeno. writing him doesn’t feel challenging or forced; it flows, like i instinctively know how he’d react, how he’d touch, how he’d love, how he’d hurt. i’m comfortable inside his voice, inside his contradictions, and that ease is what’s made the story so long and layered. the ideas never stop. they come to me at night, when i’m walking, in the middle of conversations—because this world lives in me so fully now, it moves on its own.

guys i'm about to drop exclusive never shared before information: the main character in love me back was originally meant to be jaemin, not mark. i wanted it to be him because at the time i didn’t think i could write mark naturally (lol look at me now). but to make the brother dynamic work, i ended up choosing mark because of the “lee” thing. i could’ve done donghyuck, but i just didn’t want to go in that direction for this story. i really wanted jaemin, lmao, but i’m satisfied with making it mark. i never thought i’d be able to write him the way i did—but now, i wouldn’t change a thing. i crafted his characterisation precisely. he’s hot, understated, dominant in an effortless and attractive way. there’s one think about mark that resonates with me. i wanted to show that he’s grown up very loved and wanted despite growing up without his biological father. i wanted to show that he knows what love is, what it looks like, what it’s like to love and to be loved.

and the truth is, the first two chapters of love me back are really short because i didn’t know what the fic was going to become yet. i was still getting a feel for it. but once i saw how people were reacting—how emotionally invested everyone was—it gave me this rush of inspiration. i started brainstorming with friends who love my writing, sending them ideas at 2am, sending them entire character arcs, sketching out outlines with songs and quotes and hypothetical heartbreaks. and from that, ‘back to you’ came alive. it was already alive but it really came alive. that’s why you should always interact with me and send me asks and messages as those who interact are ones i get close to and i talk to them a lot about my fics !!!! for example i became very close with orbi (@hyperbolicheart) after i reached out to her when she commented on ‘love me back’ and since then we haven’t gone a day without speaking about ‘back to you’ i love to give credit and recognition when it’s due. 1 — orbi chose the name of the fic, she suggested ‘back to you’ to me and i loved it. 2 - she’s helped me come up with a lot of essential key plot ideas you guys love through our brainstorming and she’s even come up with some of the plots which i’ve adapted snd included. send me an another ask if you wanna know which ones, if i explained them here if be here forever. 3 - orbi knows how ‘back to you’ will end, she knows how the tl will be, she sees exclusive content and full scenes, she basically knows the plot!!! apart from me, she’s the only one who knows the ending and how each chapter will end and the ins and outs of the plot :))) my point is i love meeting new people so if you’re one of those readers who are too scared to interact with me don’t be!!!

so yeah. a huge part of that flow is because of my love, orbi. we truly do brainstorm and talk about the fic every single day, and her support is everything to me. she doesn’t just listen—she gets it. she reflects things back in such a poetic, achingly beautiful way that it sparks something deeper in me every time. the way she words things? it’s like pulling emotion straight from the center of something intimate and raw. it brings clarity. motivation. the feeling of the story. she understands bty not just intellectually but emotionally, and it makes all the difference. she’s been with me through every messy thought, every twisted plot, every “what if.” and her love has been constant.

also, my discord community and everyone who's ever reblogged, sent an ask, messaged me—you make this universe feel alive. it’s so heartwarming to see the love bty has found. the way people pick up on symbolism, moments, dynamics—it’s surreal. it makes me feel like this world isn’t just something i made—it’s something we’re all in. i write back to you the way i do because i know every corner of it. every in and out. every secret. every heartbreak. this kind of universe-building lets me breathe inside the story, and that’s what makes it special to me. thank you for seeing it, for feeling it, and for loving it back.

[verdemint]

feel free to ignore this but how would YOU tldr the rosquez timeline/dynamic? bc I would like to look into it but the way motglbr can get about it / about marc kinda puts me off. again ignore if you just dont want to engage w this at all

oioi anon

I'm gonna try to form a coherent answer here, I do think the dynamic can be very interesting I just don't particularly agree or like how its discussed in most motogp fandom and non spaces. And the fact that the sport still depends on this ten-year-old feud just makes it tiring. So I'll prob give all my thoughts about it now and never again lol

I'm no shooter for marc so eh I think it's important to add it here but once again this post is just my opinion about their dynamic/rivalry, tryin to be unbiased but come on who’s really unbiased on here?

So the basics! Marc arrives in motogp in 2013! He's a baby prodigy, he has won moto3 and moto2 and even tho he has been already heavily criticized for his riding style being a little bit too aggressive he arrives to motogp with a lot of expectations, being already called the next valentino rossi, the new heir! And he definitely doesn't disappoint: he wins that championship in his first season (yes dani and jorge had their fair share of bad luck but still it was a very impressive performance). Valentino in 2013 is at a total different point of his career, everyone is saying he will for sure retire especially after the near career-ending injury in 2010 and the two terrible years at Ducati with that terrible bike. In 2013 Vale gets back to yamaha and he's trying to build back and come back, he doesn't know if he's gonna be able to be competitive again, if he's gonna be able to win again. But he does! And that's why we even have this whole discourse, Valentino has still got it despite being way in his thirties.

So marc has always been a huge fan of Valentino, and he def shows his admiration for Vale by using a few of vale tricks on him like in laguna seca 2013. The two are def friendly with each other (again friendly, they’re not friends. Prob the only true friend vale has ever had on the grid (esp after the 2000s riders retired) that also was his rival was Sic. But thats a whole other story)! Prob Vale not being too competitive helps them being on friendly terms, Vale has always been friendly with most of the other riders unless they're actively rivals when he does tend to distance himself a little bit (why does he? Well let me introduce you to 2003 and Sete) He even invites Marc to the ranch during 2014, the controversial moment that Marc will say later on started their rivalry (here for why I think its Marc just trying to create a narrative out of it lol).

Then we get to 2015 were the big drama begins, we get some tense races during the year where valentino feels like Marc is getting more and more angry with him and slowly targeting him. We do get some great racing tho!

Anyway we get to Sepang (Marc now out of the title fight coz of a series of mistakes during the season even tho on pace alone he was prob the fastest) where Vale accuses Marc of trying to make him lose the championship at all costs, riding especially hard only against vale and targeting him. Everyone is in disbelief, then we get to the race and marc does exactly what vale said in the press conference basically divebombing him no stop lol, the two continue like this for most of the race till we get to the infamous kick. Marc will say vale kicked him, vale will say that it wasn't a kick but it doesn't even matter coz marc fell and vale has to be penalised. Vale will tell later that the penalisarion he got was unfair coz he should have pensalised during the race with a long lap/drop position like the protocol says but instead its only after the race that they decide to penalise him by making him start at the back of the grid for the next and last race of the year: Valencia. Even if the fight between him and Jorge was still open at that point he has basically lost the championship. We get to Valencia and Jorge is ahead of the race while marc is busy once again fighting it out with vale and then he settles behind jorge for the rest of the race. Jorge wins the championship, vale doesn't. Vale will say marc did race that race for jorge and not himself and marc will kinda agree with that in his documentary all in saying he did regret that race and he wanted to let jorge win the race and championship at that point (after the accusations). Anyway my opinion on 2015 is mostly ARGHHHH vale u could have won it all! like Jorge was faster on raw pace for sure but you were coming into Sepang with more points AHHHHHH (also i dont really think it was a kick and on the giant question okay but was vale or marc right? who told the truth? it doesnt really matter imo, it's much more important what they truly believe! like there's no universal truth here just what they believe is the truth! (but if im getting accused of doing something and I say no I'm not doing that and then I go on to do exactly what I was accused of word by word like ... I'll leave it at that :) ))

so the situation remained tense for the next years but still civil coz maintaining that type of beef for so long was exhausting probably for both of them. Marc from then on doesn't really have real threats (yes dovi was the supposed rival but lets be honest no one really thought he was gonna beat marc even tho his ducati was really good and probably better than Marc's honda in 2017, he was just not on the same level sorry dovi) to the next championships and Vale remains competitive till like 2018 before retiring in 2021 at 42 years old.

Another episode worth mentioning is Argentina 2018, where marc went completely insane. Thats as good as I can describe that race. He went on to an incredible ride from the back of the grid to the front but in a way that was so aggressive, never seen someone literally treating the other riders as obstacles at best. In this race he makes Vale fall down and after the race some riders and especially Vale had very strong opinions about what happened (and they were kinda right lol).

Why is this rivalry so compelling? We've got Marc the new prodigy coming into the sport, he's being called the heir to Valentino, was also a Valentino fan, he had a little shrine in his bedroom with vale's bikes and posters! There's this whole dynamic of the new coming to take over the old, a tale as old as time! And also I guess the never meet ur idols trope a little bit a la Anakin and Obi-wan. But most importantly it's the two greatest riders we've ever seen in motogp and they're beefing! whats better than that? We also got some great races and duels between the two of them so even more fun! These two big personalities ... of course they were gonna butt heads sooner or later! There's a layer of tragedy to it, of inevitability! And then how did those last races of 2015 play out, literally they can't come back from that!

Now it's definitely not my favourite rivarly tho and partly it's due to the crazy fans but also they never actually fought for a championship. The only reason they actually did meet on track is coz Vale was insane and able to be competitive for so long, so so impressive of him to be able to beat Marc in 2015 even tho he had a slower race pace, but like we didn't get best Vale against best Marc and the rivalry suffered from it and thats why casey/vale rivalry is superior coz u get the best riders to ever ride at their absolute best fighting it out, we didn't see them fight it out for a championship so I guess as batsplat said the age-gap was the main problem lol.

What I look for in rivalries is when the two people involved actually impact each other, a lasting impact specifically made because of the other, I like my rivalries to be defining character arcs for my fav riders/athletes. And tho you can argue after what happened in 2015 they were changed men in a way, I don't necessarily agree that for Vale that impact was really because of Marc. The crux of it all was about this last shot he got, about proving everyone wrong, even proving himself wrong, surprising himself! And in a way, Marc took it from him but yeah it's not marc the problem there. It was much more about coming to terms with failure, of losing control and realising that sometimes you can't keep surprising yourself and you can't win it all but that his love for racing was so strong he kept going even after 2015. The tragedy would have worked with any other rider playing that role coz it was about Vale himself.

Not to bring Sete into everything but sue me 2004 was the most important year of Vale's racing career. The rivalry with Sete was very personal and the fact that Sete WAS his friend really brought out all his confrontation issues and pushed Vale to some of his best racing and worst (upsi) behaviours, it really was the Sete factor that changed that fight for the championship. That was a rivalry that should have mostly been about Honda but it became very personal for Vale, while the rivalry with Marc was actually much more about his own career and story than ever was about Marc.

Now on a pure problem about THE rosquez discourse: my poor boy Vale gets the Nico Rosberg treatment! the jilted ex stereotype like let him be! People saying he’s obsessed and always bashing marc like seriously where??? He never ever talk about 2015 unprompted, he didnt like that year and he doesnt like talking about it. Not his fault during podcasts/interviews they keep trying to ask him about Marc and 2015, he hasn't changed his mind about that, he's not gonna and he's not gonna lie about it for pr reasons lol (great post about it). Not his fault Motogp is still dependent on him after years he retired! He literally always paid his due to Marc incredible racing skills and achievements, he just doesn't really fuck with the dude

(Also yes omg marc was 22 year old “child”…. boring! let marc be terrible and evil too, he literally did all of that, yes divebombing his rivals, pushing them out of the track, making them fall and even targeting them …. taking away all his agency poor guy)

(( Also some last thoughts on Vale and Marc completely unprompted: I don't think marc and vale are as similar as people like to think. I get the whole Theme of two faces of the same coin but also I really don't. I think they're very different character-wise and personality-wise and most importantly I think their relationship with racing is also very different. I'm gonna try to explain in a way that's for sure way too simplistic and superficial: marc loves winning and vale loves racing. And it's an exaggeration of course cause Vale also loved winning and Marc loves racing but some of their career choices make me reduce them to this in the end. (feel free ofc to disagree). It's Vale's move to yamaha, him getting bored and restless always winning in honda, its also his move to ducati later on, always looking for a new challenge. And it's marc at his best and at his worst, that red mist that makes him so insane and incredible as a rider, that sheer ability to win, dominating the field, crushing psychologically and not his rivals. So I do think their main underlying, subconscious motivator is very different! ))