#even though i'm like: okay so fix it verse time

[lifebinds]

@cupcait : starter , cassandra !

heels sound against floor, steps brought to door cracked open. the sound of her mother's voice goes to mirror in her own, to chastise the girl for not being out of bed yet. for appearances not being kept. but she lingers, brow furrowing as gaze fixes on things within the space. tension within muscles relaxes, and she eases the door open. ❛ caitlyn ? ❜

a tentative sound, a request to be let in. sense of duty burns against her, wanting to be what was expected, and wanting to go back to spending time in the park with her daughter's scraped knees and too many questions to keep up with. that is a different burning, a burning that makes her eyes glassy with almost tears. steps bring her closer. carefully perched on the edge of the bed, hand extended, lingering to soothe. but she knows the damage done, what she's caused.

❛ you've ... not been down for tea. ❜

[daydreamwhumpinc]

Magical Healing in Whump?

So, I am done with my finals for now and that means that I can write a whole essay on magical healing and what it means for whump scenarios. Plus a few additional prompts to make your whump scenarios more delicious and throw another whump poll in to the abyss ;)

Okay, now get ready for a bit of rambling. I usually enjoy whump in fantasy settings A LOT, but often the author decides to use magic as a fix it for any and all injuries which deprives us all of juicy, juicy whump scenes. On one hand, magical healing can open the door to more severe injuries that, normally, the Whumpee can't survive otherwise. On the other hand, the magic healing can be just used to heal anyone and everyone without the Caretaker (magic healer) and the Whumpee facing any consequences. The sweet spot is somewhere in the middle, but it is not that easy to hit as I found out while working on my own project.

For example, in the Webtoon I'm currently working on, one of my main characters has only defensive/healing/purifyng powers so I'm trying to set certain boundaries so that his powers are not too OP or too nerfed in the grand scheme of the story. Here are some prompts that I thought of that might help you to write your magical healer as someone capable and believable, but still not interfere with your Whump scenes.... ;)

The healer has to use their own life energy to heal the Whumpee, so the healer has to take breaks in between the healing- That way the healer can't heal a big injury all at once and will give the Whumpee some time to suffer and hurt. It will also open the door for the healer themself to be whumped if they use too much of their own life force energy when healing.

The healer has to be versed in medicine to be able to magically heal the Whumpee- Hear me out, this one is a bit weird. Imagine that even though you have healing magic, you still have to know anatomy and medicine, so you can use your magic to properly mend someones wounds. This might pose a problem in actually finding the magical healer with the necessary knowledge level of medicine and healing magic to help the Whumpee.

The healing magic is too potent to have too much in the body at once- I think it can be somewhat interesting to see the healing magic as something that can hurt in big amounts. After all, even water is harmful to the body when there is too much of it. This leads to almost the same outcome as in the first prompt, where the healer has to heal the Whumpee over time, allowing their body to filter out the healing magic.

The healer has to use some outside medium/conduit to heal the Whumpee- This one is a bit different, but I guess alchemy and potions are still considered as magical healing. Therefore, if the healer doesn't have the necessary tools for their healing ritual, then there is nothing they can do at that moment.

The Whumpee has to want to be healed/have enough energy/life force to bond with the healing magic- Another convoluted one, perhaps, but I'll try my best to explain. The healing magic will not work on the Whunoee unless they still have the drive to live and survive. It is something like having the will power to choose to get better and fight through the pain, otherwise the healing magic will just leak out and do nothing in terms of healing. Additionally, it can be linked with how much "life force" there is left in the Whumpee, so the more sever the injury is, the harder it is for the healer to connect with and heal the Whumpee.

The healing process is painful- The drawback of the healing process is the excrutiating pain as the bones and skin are knitted back together. So the Whumpee is pretty out of it by the end, or, once again, has to be treated in short bursts over a period of time.

Healing magic can only heal small or certain medium sized wounds- just have a power limit on the types of injuries the healer can heal with magic.

Happy Whumping and Feel Free to Add On :)

[0oolookitsme]

Been Thinking

Type- One-Shoty Blurb

Verse- Dwd!Harry x Dwd!Y/n

Word Count- 1.6k

Warnings- Smut (soft dominance, a few curse words)

A/n- And, here's the first fic of kinktober!

Kinks- Phone Sex, Guided Masturbation

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Harry was just saving his last document of the day when a meeting was pulled. A meeting that could very well have been done over a few emails, but alas, they couldn't do something that would save their employees even a little of their time.

Thinking that he would only be a bit late, he went into the room not having any idea about his own self that'd be coming out of the same room with 8 files stacked up in his hand. All the ones that needed to be done tonight.

He sat on his chair with all the files sprawled across his desk, and looked at his empty coffee cup in dread. He did not have it in him to go and fetch himself some. So, as unwilling as he was, he defeatedly called the general assistant. Her job was to do just that – it was just Harry who couldn't benefit from it much often considering her infatuation with him.

"A coffee please," he said just when she peeked through the door, slipping his cup that Y/n had left there for him across the desk to have her stay as away from him as possible.

She didn't seem much chirpy today though, considering she just took the cup and left silently – without making any shot at him. It made Harry feel a little relieved, the thought of her finally backing off.

Without much thought, he powered on his laptop and at the same time, dialled up Y/n. He was just calling to let her know that he wouldn't be coming home for the night. And she was normal about it, cursing his office a bit and making him laugh.

It was when he was about to wish her a good night that she muttered something in a small, frail voice. Harry felt alarmed that something was wrong but he figured the problem when she repeated herself on his demand.

"Was thinking about you all day," she said, and after a long pause wished him a good night, hanging up a little later than normal – as if she was waiting for some kind of response. A response that Harry stupidly enough couldn't give. He was just so shocked at her words – she had never been this loud with her needs before. Yes, it's only been six months in their arranged wedding but… still.

Feeling like a prick, he decided to give it a rest. Putting his phone on the desk and just wishing for the coffee to be down his throat already.

Opening up files on his laptop, his head couldn't help but replay the little voice she had very kindly – and indirectly – voiced her needs to him. She said that she had been thinking about him all day, which must mean that she was also eager for him to come home tonight.

God, he can't believe what he's just done. Turned down the needs of the woman who's been making him weak in his knees ever since she's been with him, just because he was too stunned to speak? Rubbing his palm over his hair and fixing his hair a bit, he decided to call her back.

Not the regular call. But, a video call.

He wasn't ready for her to pick up on the first ring. But when he saw her face, he knew that she hadn't intended to pick up. Her hair was a little tousled, lips bitten and plump, eyes a little hazy and, because he squinted, he saw a fine layer of sweat on her forehead.

She surely wasn't sleeping or crying, but Harry shouldn't be thinking about what she really was doing – even though it was as clear as his eye sight.

He immediately opened his mouth and I speak before she could panik. "Don't hang up!" He said quickly. "Please," he trailed off when she paused. For a moment, all he could see was their bedroom ceiling but then she picked up the phone again – her hair now a little matted and sweat wiped off her face.

"I- uh, I'm sorry. I was just-" she stuttered, trying to come up with an explanation, with a lie. However, a shushing sound came through the phone, catching her off guard.

"It's okay, Y/n," he said and she felt a flutter in her stomach at the sound of her name from his mouth. "It should be me apologizing. And I-I'm very sorry," he said, looking at himself with slight disgust in his own brain at his words.

Looking away from him and probably picking at the bedsheet, "it's okay," she said, just as shyly.

"So, tell me. What were you thinking, Y/n?" He spoke, and she couldn't help but clench her thighs tighter.

"Nothing… just about when you'll be home and what would you like for dinner and stuff," she mumbled and while that was a very innocent answer, Harry couldn't help but see past the bullshit.

Humming, he pretended he was thinking hard about something. "Well, I'm not coming home tonight now, am I, darling?" He teased her, feeling more and more dominant in the situation as the time passed by.

Y/n only nodded in response, her eyes never once staying still.

"You can pretend all you want, love. But I can see the fucking mess you've made of yourself," he said impatiently, his voice now hoarse in an attempt to be a little quiet. And also, because under all the nervousness, Y/n's hand had lowered and he could see her red finger prints on her breasts, from when he imagined she was gripping them.

He could see the tips of her ears turn pink, yet she didn't make any effort to cover herself.

"Make that mouth of yours useful, and tell me – were you really thinking about that? Hm?"

"No," she breathed, rolling her lips in and shifting on the bed. "Just wanted you," she continued.

"Where baby?"

"Anywhere. Just wanted you so bad," she whispered lightly, a slight tingle in her nose.

Harry licked his lips, feeling worse about having to stay the night. "Look at you, poor thing. I'm very sorry baby, can't do much from here." He sighed. Leaning back, he put in his airpods. "Help me out a little, will you?" He more of suggested and only smiled when she agreed.

Getting impatien, he cut right to the subject. "Touch yourself for me. I'm here, and I'm listening," he told her, also surprising her.

She hesitated but lied back down when he cooed at her, muttering sweet names as her hand crawled lower and lower. "I can't see you, sweet girl. Put your phone on my bedside table," Harry instructed her, and she did it quickly, desperate for anything type of touch now.

The wetness had started slipping out of her. Her thighs felt wet whenever they rubbed and she was sure some of it was on the bedsheet as well. She knew, that if she touched herself now, she wouldn't be able to last for long. Her nipples were perky and sensitive – a whimper left her mouth with every accidental graze in them.

"Go on, Y/n. Won't give it to your husband?" He said, and Y/n swears she could've came right then and there. Instead, a moan slipped past her lips, and she heard him curse under his breath.

He saw as her hand cover her core, could see her inner thigh that was away from him glistening, and god, does he hate his boss. When her knuckles started moving, Harry could tell that she was in ecstasy. Small sounds started escaping her mouth and the moment she looked at him and sucked her fingers – Harry knew that he hadn't married a woman as innocent as he had thought.

Breathing out with each stroke on her clit, her back arched off the bed. "What are you thinking, Y/n?" She heard him ask, and without much thought she told him.

"About you, Harry. Your fingers, your cock, your mouth," she ranted, her pace increasing with each word.

Harry saw how she was slipping out of her shell, voicing her fantasies to him. And just when he was about to tease her, he heard something. Then again, and again.

She said she was going to come. No, she was yelling his name. No, she's chasing her high, and she's yelling his name. "Fucking hell, Y/n." He gritted through his teeth, feeling like he was going to burst just by the sight of her and the yell of his name in her voice.

"Fuck, I already love you moaning my name," he grunted.

Y/n was long lost now, her hips chasing her own hand as she continued moaning his name.

Harry saw her thighs start to quiver and he prayed that they'd be around his head the next time – while he sucked on her again and again. "I can't hear you – louder, baby." He urged her own, feeling pleasure in her pleasure.

"Fuck, Harry!" She screamed right when her thighs cleanched around her hand. Her other hand kneading her boob a little lightly now.

Her cheeks were flushed, sweat coated her hairline and her forehead, her eyes were squeezed shut and her body shook as her hand was still rubbing her core, getting her through her high.

Slowly and slowly, her hand came out of the cage of her thighs, and went right up to her mouth as she once again looked at him while sucking on them. A smile creeped up on her mouth and once she got a hold of her phone again, she couldn't help but let out a laugh at the sight of his sweaty face.

"You really don't know the things you do to me, Y/n," he said hoarsely, letting his head fall back and shutting his eyes tightly..

"Neither did you until now," she shrugged with a grin spreading on her face, and she knew she was in too deep when he chuckled.

[bookatans]

This is probably going to be a very long post but the more I think about the rise (and subsequent fall) of the New Mandalorians, the more that I get wrapped up in not only the colonialism committed by Satine and the movement, how it began in such a horrifyingly understated way, but also how it paved the way for Mandalore to be destroyed thanks to the almost-complete erasure of their culture.

First of all, Canon verse deciding to remove the True Mandalorians (and placing the "Old" Mandalorians in a similar, though less prominent position) feels particularly underhanded and paints everything in a black and white manner. Satine: a sympathetic character who is the only one standing against Death Watch, the last shred of peace left for Mandalorians to cling to. Which. Last standing? Yes, definitely. But not the only one.

A war where Death Watch and the New Mandalorians were the major players, only to have Death Watch defeated – even with the assistance of the Jedi keeping Satine alive – makes little sense from a technical standpoint. Is it impossible? Probably not. All sorts of things can happen in history, pure dumb luck makes every difference, but it's unlikely. A party which seeks peace is not going to survive against another ultra violent, volatile party that's pissed off at you because you want to erase the culture that they so deeply value.

Which, yeah I don't buy it. Even with the Republic stepping in later on, it's fishy. But for the sake of my sanity, I'm mostly focusing on Legends, because the more you try to create a coherent timeline (seriously, how is Clone Batch Math easier than this?) for the Mandalorian Civil Wars, the harder it is not to give up entirely.

Anyways. Satine did not survive years of conflict due to mere smarts and perseverance, and did not end the war by being charismatic and having good people skills. She was the LEAST THREATENING PARTY in a three-party war, hunkering down with her Jedi protectors and playing politician while the actual warriors in the conflict weakened one another and – for the True Mandalorians – were wiped out.

True Mandalorians. Death Watch. New Mandalorians.

So, okay. The approximate dates of the beginning and end of the Mandalorian Civil Wars don't necessarily make sense with Satine’s age. She'd have been slightly younger, and Canon seems to have a tendency to just wave their hand in the general direction of a time period and deflect onto another topic.

Which, you know what? Fine. I can work with that without having to think too hard about the dates. It kills me not to delve into it further, but. No. It's not like Disney's gonna pay me to fix their broken timeline.

(But if I had to, I'd shift Jaster's death to 47BBY instead of 52BBY, and push the Battle of Galidraan a year back to 43BBY, and—)

Here's what's important to remember, though:

- There are two Mandalorian Civil Wars. The first being True Mandalorians vs Death Watch. The second being the much shorter, and quickly solved Death Watch vs the New Mandalorians.

- The massacre of the True Mandalorians happened shortly before the beginning of the second civil war.

- The True Mandalorians had already been dealing with Death Watch for years, and they were winning. Death Watch wasn't just on the run, they were weak, they had to resort to TRICKING THE JEDI into killing the True Mandalorians for them.

Who wasn't weak? The New Mandalorians, the people that actively choose to turn their back on a culture that had survived for centuries. And yes, Death Watch remained even after the True Mandalorians fell. Tor Vizsla targeted Satine and the New Mandalorians viciously after that, there was even more destruction, but it wasn't with the severity with which he'd prosecuted the True Mandalorians.

Here's what happened next: Jango Fett escaped his enslavement. He hunted down Tor Vizsla, and he killed him. Whatever strength Death Watch had regained in those few years didn't matter, because the second their leader was gone they were certainly left unorganized and at a disadvantage.

Giving the New Mandalorians the opening they needed to cement in people's minds to their beliefs and convince the House and Clan leaders that abandoning their old ways was the solution. After all, how much more of Mandalore was left to destroy? How many more had to be lost?

With the public's approval and the Republic’s help, Satine Kryze and the New Mandalorians scavenged the corpse of Mandalore, and they took what they deemed fit, left the rest to rot and – given time – be erased completely.

What's worse is that Satine's activism and speeches made it sound like that made sense (because, to Satine, it did make sense); abandon what Mandalore once was because that's the reason we've been destroyed, isn't it? (Not entirely untrue.) And these people, whose world had been ravaged, who's clans and families had wrecked everything with in-fighting, were tired and desperate enough that they listened.

Actually, here's what's really worse — Satine got LUCKY! The first time! It should not have ended like that. But because she got lucky, because it worked once, she tried to do the exact same thing when the entire galaxy went to war. And she ignored the suffering of people whom she should have known empathy towards, who were going through the very same torment she experienced as a child. Because her position of superiority where peace is the only answer was so ingrained in her beliefs, because she was ARROGANT.

And because peace was the only answer, because she'd disavowed any sense of warrior culture from her people, Satine had as much a hand in dooming Mandalore as everyone who went in with the worst intentions. Does it matter that it was doomed regardless, because Maul was the great evil that came to destroy them? No. Maul was just the most convenient means to an end the resurrected Death Watch could find, but if not him it would have been anyone — anything – else.

I do feel for her. She had to experience her father's death so young and step into a role he'd left behind, didn't get a proper chance to grieve because she had to be strong for everyone else who was grieving. She gave up the possibility of love for duty. Satine was a good leader, I won't argue that, and she was the last stand between Mandalore and total annihilation, but she was also deeply flawed.

[sundropstories]

I Remember You

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Y/n remembers everything.

a/n: I hope you guys like this I had been working on it for a while but I really have no idea how I wanted to end it. But I hope the choice I made leaves it open for interpretation. Thank you for reading <3

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I take my seat as I wait for the barista to let me know my coffee is ready. I come to this cafe every Friday morning.

I bring a book, and sit at the same table and wait...

There's this boy, his name is Peter Parker. About a month ago the news said that he was The Spider-Man. It was insane and everyone lost it. They were saying  he was a murderer because supposedly he killed Mysterio.

I don't believe it though. I know Peter Parker, okay maybe not like.. super personally. But, we've been going to school together since we were in elementary school. I can believe he is Spider-Man though I've had a few interactions with him and the personality I see. But, he's no killer.

Anyways...a weeks after his identity was released there were like these weird villains showing up. Then this huge thing was happening in the sky. It looked like it was almost...breaking in a way. I don't know maybe I just sound crazy..

Then, later that night, everyone just stopped talking about him. Literally..it was almost as if...he never existed. So I thought I was going insane, thinking I made it all up.

Till one day when I came here, Peter Pan Donut Shop.

I actually saw him come in, and he ordered a coffee. MJ and Ned acted like they had no idea who he was. When I am pretty sure him and Ned have been friends since..well forever. I'm also pretty sure him and MJ were like dating not that long ago, but I just assumed they had a bad breakup.

Until he LITERALLY introduced himself to her!! What?! I know! I was thinking the same thing. That's why I spent the last few weeks coming here.

Today I plan to make a move. Not like romantically. I just need to talk to him. I need to know I'm not crazy.

Okay yeah I definitely sound crazy.

—

"Y/n, Hot Chai, 2 shots espresso with whip!" I hear MJ yell my order. "Hey, Thank you." I say to her as I grab my drink and slip some cash into her tip jar.

"Of course!" We chat for a bit till I see him entre the cafe. MJ is actually really nice, if I'm being honest in high school I thought she was kinda intimidating.

—

I decided to gather my things and move to the bench outside. It's a nice day for this time of year so I don't wanna spend all day in there.

Almost immediately i hear the door ding as it swings open. I stand to see the brunette pass me. Immediately I try to flag him down.

"Excuse me, Peter." I say gathering my things to catch up with him. He almost immediately stops in his tracks at the sound of his name.

He turns and comes towards me so fast I barely have even left the bench.

"You know.." He whispered.

"That you're spi-" I'm cut off by him slapping his hand over my mouth. "No no no shhh.." using the other hand to hold a finger in front of his mouth.

" okay, okay.." I slowly move his hand off of me. "But, please can we talk."

He quirks an eyebrow giving me a questioning look. "Who are you?" He says it's less of a question though and more like he's demanding to know. Hurts my feelings a little though we did go to school together since kindergarten. "Y/n we've gone to school together...like our whole lives.."

He looks me over. "Okay, but not here."

—

We arrived at what I believe is his apartment. It's small but nice. Comfortable for someone living alone, and he barely has any furniture so I can tell he just moved in.

"Why don't you exist?" I ask. "Wow, straight to the point." He says moving through the kitchen. "Water?"

"No thank you, could you answer my question please." I smile. He lets out a breath, running his hand over his face.

"I did it to save everyone. The multi-verse was... Breaking? The only way I could fix it was to make everyone forget Peter Parker."

"Why do I remember? It was like one second. Your identity being exposed was all anyone could talk about, but then everything stopped. Within seconds." I take a breath. "Also what the hell is the multiverse?!"

" I don't know. And basically what it sounds like."

"I felt like I was crazy." I let out a small laugh. "You're not." He laughs with me.

—

We ended up spending the rest the night just hanging out. We played boardgames, got pizza, and ended the night watching movies.

"You know it's nice to finally talk to someone who...knows who I am." He turns to face me.

I turned a look at him, making eye contact and then looking away. "Is it true?"

"hmm"

"Did you.." I make air quotes. " 'Kill' Mysterio?"

He sucks in a breath. "Yes, but he wasn't good."

"I didn't think so." I look at him offering a supportive smile.

"He tricked me. I thought he was someone I could trust."

"How do you know you can trust me?" I shift in my seat to be fully facing him. "I have a..well my Aunt called it a 'tingle' about you. It's a good one though."

"Ew." I make scrunch my face in fake disgust. "No no not like that." He says slight panick in his voice. When we make eye contact we immediately burst out laughing.

[noxexistant]

ai-less whumptober; day nineteen

@ailesswhumptober 19 — disassociation, losing a sense, “I wish I could get you back.” ↳ the farm, intentionally vague word count; 1.2k

cw; violence, abuse, resulting in disability

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It's just one hit that lands wrong.

Morris is fourteen when it happens.

Both he and Oscar are well-versed in being hit, being beat to absolute shit by their father — and Ma, when she was in the mood — and thus Oscar had always held this misguided belief that they're both toughened up by it all. The hits don't really matter anymore, have lost their weight with their frequency — and they can take it. The same way a scarred knee stops scraping as easily, the same way his arm that Da had once wrenched from its socket no longer seems to hurt as badly when it's wrenched in the exact same way by that same hand. They're strong, toughened, even though Morris still cries most of the time when Da goes at him.

Oscar knows immediately that something is wrong when the usual crying shifts distinctly with Da's last hit.

Da's been laying into him a while, over some stupid little thing that never mattered, but he's got this way of riling himself up when the violence starts. He'll just keep going, spurring himself on, remembering every tiny thing that Morris has ever done until he's furious, and then he'll go at him until he's satisfied. Or exhausted. Whichever comes last.

The final blow is a crack across the side of Morris' face, not particularly more brutal than anything else, but it has him curling up on the floor and wailing, both hands coming up to wind around his head as if to shield himself. But Oscar's seen him take worse. There's a bad feeling in his gut. Morris is making an awful wailing, high-pitched the way he used to screech when he was a baby hurting.

Da walks away, doesn't look back. Oscar scurries over to his crumpled brother's side.

"Mo," he says, reaching for his brother. Morris ignores him. "Mo, c'mon, it's me."

He gets closer, trying to yank his brother's hands away from his head to see what the damage is, but Morris fights him. His one arm finally goes, goes limp as it does, but the other is holding his palm clasped desperate over his ear — the one facing up towards Oscar. The one Da had cracked him across.

"You bleedin'?" Oscar asks him, gentle as he can, and tries again to pull the hand away. He's strong enough that, for a moment, it goes — and he does see blood. But it's not a gouge along Morris' ear or anything, it's blood dripping out of it. And…something else, something paler and more watery. There's something…so distinctly wrong-looking to it, something that makes Oscar's stomach twist.

Morris is still screaming.

"Mo," Oscar says. "C'mon, stop. You're makin' a fuss. It'll get better, okay? It'll stop hurtin' soon."

Losing his patience — panicking, though he'd never admit it �� he forcefully rolls his brother over, intending to haul him up, and Morris freezes when he sees Oscar above him like he'd had no idea he was here.

"Os," he says, but it's. Garbled and weird. He doesn't make the sound right, the way people talk when they're sick and real bunged up. "Os. Os—?"

"What? What? I'm here, Mo, alright?"

Morris stares at him for a second, unmoving except for how he seems to be swaying, listing. There's something utterly petrified in his eyes, and in a moment there's tears dripping down his cheeks again. Silent this time.

"Os, p'ease—"

"I'm right here. You're fine, okay? He jus' caught you in a bad spot, but—"

"Os, I can't hear you."

Oscar is initially adamant that it'll fix itself. His own hearing has gone funny before, when he's been sick or after he's been stood too close to Da with the shotgun. He'd been deaf in one ear for days, just like Morris seems to be now. So he calmly cleans and wipes the blood and gunk leaking from his little brother's ear and promises him, mouthing the words real clear, that it'll get better. The pain and ringing will go away and the hearing will come back, be as good as his other ear again.

It doesn't.

Oscar's left to wonder, sometimes, if maybe it would've. If it hadn't been for everything else, if Morris had had the chance to just heal without being hit again and again on that same side of his brutalised head, whatever had been broken in that one ear surely being broken worse and worse. If he hadn't kept being overworked, sent out into the fields in the blinding heat and freezing cold, made to keep working even when he's sick, even when his ear starts leaking again. If they'd had the opportunity to just see a fucking doctor rather than Da ignoring it all, never once saying he's sorry, never once even facing the possibility of what he did.

But it doesn't.

The pain fades, and Morris cries less. Steadily, he stops falling over whenever he walks, though he still bumps into stuff constantly, gets real dizzy real easily. He's shit at following instructions and worse at paying attention, lists to one side when he's zoning out — and, sometimes, he disappears entirely.

It's something Oscar would love to blame on the deafness.

The fact that Morris will go catatonic sometimes, unresponsive, would be so easy to blame on him just not being able to hear Oscar's calling for him. But he knows better. Knows it's Da's fault, just like the deafness is — so maybe that comes together, at least. Morris will shut down rather than face what he can't. Oscar gets that. Wishes he had the same luxuries, but he can't seem to get any respite, awake or asleep — and though Morris is much better now at hearing, knows how to pick out the sounds and read them against lip movements, and Oscar knows how to speak and where to stand so that Morris can always understand him, there's so much that's lost. Been lost.

Oscar's spent every year missing that brother he lost at fourteen. All the time lost to Morris having to relearn how to hear with just one working ear, figuring out how to speak when he can't pick out the sounds he's making. All the worsened abuse from everyone else who never understood, insisted Morris was just rude and ignorant and belligerent when he didn't hear their murmured instructions or failed to respond to their speaking on his deaf side.

It's not fair.

And a part of Oscar knows he's being selfish, making Morris' pain — his own loss — about himself, but. It's for both of them, really. They've always been as much each others' as theirs, always together, and if Oscar is grieving a brother he lost then he's also grieving that Morris lost a version of himself too.

"I wish I could get you back," he says, to the silent air between them. Says it a little low so Morris won't be able to pick it out, but Morris is a million miles away regardless. Exhausted eyes staring straight ahead, glassy and empty, not even seeing the blank wall of their bedroom that he's been locked on all this time. Oscar had only sat beside him, shoulders brushing, ready to weather the emptiness as long as Morris holds it.

As much as Morris has had to relearn how to be himself, they're still relearning how to be them.

They'll figure it out.

[actuallykiwi]

Ho, ho, ho, @radioproto ! (I love that rhyme omg) I'm your @portal-secret-santa!!!

You said you would love to see a Fact Core x Reader fic, so I wrote this for you! I've never done a character x reader fic, so I hope it's okay that it's in first person! If you'd prefer it in 2nd, I can absolutely fix it 😊 (I also had to research medical stuff because I am very much not-versed, so I sincerely apologize for any mistakes!)

Hope you like it! Merry Christmas ❤️

Lab coats do not make for warm coats in cold environments. This is a fact.

Mr. Johnson has me working in the massive walk-in freezer lab again this week. Apparently, Aperture's void of a budget can pay for the room and the constant near-arctic air conditioning that gets pumped in here, but not for the thermal coats required to safely work in here. We're at least allowed to wear gloves and a hat, as long as it doesn't interfere with the experiments.

This doesn't apply to the Cores, however. Their android bodies are made of hardlight, literal sunlight, underneath a layer of conductive fiber made to look like skin, so the cold doesn't bother them. I'm jealous of my companion standing in the corner, not shivering like me. Fact Core has decided to join us today, supervising our experiments and occasionally spewing a random fact about the Arctic.

"Fact: Polar bear fur is actually transparent. Its hairs are hollow and have no natural pigment. Therefore, polar bears are essentially invisible."

I mean... the first part was right. It's actually kind of cute how he tries to show off by saying random facts, but he often just tries too hard and ends up saying... well, not facts. His presence isn't disliked though. Better than Rick, anyways. At least with Fact, we can have (mostly) intelligent conversation, though he doesn't seem one for humor. He might also be getting attached to me, too. He's been supervising me a lot more lately. Though that's probably wishful thinking.

"Makes the North Pole scarier. You could be halfway eaten and not even know what's doing it." I tease, going back to my petri dish of blue gel. It's hard to keep the tweezers still with all my shivering. Fact goes on, "Polar bears are also considered to be aquatic creatures, spending most of their time in the water searching for food. Therefore, polar bears are also a type of amphibian." This gets a laugh out of me. "'Marine mammals', but-" I sneeze a couple times, "they are in the water a lot." I sniffle and reach for the tissues I keep handy. Allergies must be acting up.

Footsteps approach my side. I turn and see Fact standing right by me, his brow furrowed. His glowing pink eyes look... concerned?

"Your cheeks and nose are red. You are also radiating heat when it is 34⁰F in this room. This is not normal."

"Geez, it's down to 34? I'm going to start wearing a sweater under this." I pull the lapels of my lab coat. "But, I'm fine. It's just allergies and I'm tired from these long shifts, that's all-" I'm cut off by Fact's palm on my forehead. Now I definitely can tell I'm warm, but I can't tell if it's from me, his very warm hand, or the fact that he is touching me. Something I didn't know until now would fluster me.

"Fact: you are running a low-grade fever. You have sneezed 12 times in the last 20 minutes. Your nose is runny. You have a cold." He doesn't move his hand. "I-..." I can't argue with that. I definitely feel worse than the last few times I've worked in here. I gently remove his hand, savoring the warmth he radiates in this icebox. "I'm okay. I'll take some medicine as soon as I'm done here and dress warmer from now on."

Fact is not satisfied with this response. He takes my hand and leads me out of the Cold Labs and into the hallway to the main facility. My body almost collapses at the sudden warmth, and I realize I feel weaker than I thought. "Wait, where are we going? I have work to do!"

"You are sick and should not be working. Fact: you cannot focus on your work when you are busy blowing your nose every 30 seconds." Okay, point taken.

Fact eventually leads me to one of our cozier break rooms overlooking the chasm of the facility. He promptly leads me to a couch and points at me to sit. He ignores my claims that I'm okay and leaves to get something. I sigh, grateful that at least the break room is empty for now besides us. He approaches a moment later with an ice pack and a jacket someone forgot here days ago. Once he forces me to put the icepack on my head and drapes the jacket across me, he sits down beside me.

And by beside me, I mean he is half-sitting on me. It takes a second to realize that he's using his android body to warm me up. Though the position is awkward. "Can, can I just...? I'm sorry-" Fact doesn't move when I relocate his arm to drape around my shoulders. "I'm sorry, it was just awkward how we were sitting and-"

Fact tightens his hand on my shoulder and I'm pressed against his side. Now I definitely have a fever. "You are turning redder. Am I making it worse?" Fact asks. "No, no, it's for a different reason..." I clear my throat, and we sit in awkward silence together. "You know I could just... go home, right?" I ask quietly.

"I cannot supervise you to make sure you take care of yourself if you are not here." He says bluntly. Right, the androids have a limited range they can go beyond the facility. Still in the early stages of their development. This is so... odd, though. They're supposed to be programmed for very specific personalities. Fact Core is supposed to just basically be a know-it-all, and he is, but... was caring added on later?

"You are staring." I blink when I realize that I have indeed been staring at him. "I'm sorry, it's just... why are you doing this? I know we've been working together for a little bit now but I've never thought we were 'close' or anything, just, work acquaintances I guess? I'm not upset, I promise, this is so kind but... not very like you, I suppose."

Fact looks away. I can hear actual gears turning in his head, like he's trying to figure out how to word this next part correctly. A minute or so passes before he's back to our plane of reality. "You have been one of the few staff members here who have shown me kindness. You do not call my vast knowledge annoying, or incorrect, or blatantly call me rude names. You respect me, and I have come to respect you. I enjoy working with you."

I smile at him. He's awkward, and granted his arrogance can be a bit much sometimes, but underneath that hardlight standoffish exterior, if you can find a way in, he's sweet. Even at this moment he's not trying to tell me he knows more about sickness than I do, he's just trying to help me feel better. I guess helping me be comfortable at least until my shift is over. "That's the nicest thing I've ever heard a Core say... thank you. I like working with you too."

We sit for a little longer on the couch, in awkward but peaceful silence. I guess I feel more off than I realized, because before I can stop myself, I start drifitng off. Since he doesn't seem to mind, I take advantage of my position and lay my head on his shoulder. I'm fast asleep in minutes.

The next thing I know, I hear Fact arguing with what sounds like my shift supervisor. Oh sh-

"Fact: working in fridges without the proper protection from the cold leads to illness, frostbite, and in dire cases, death. Aperture knows this and allows, no, requires their employees to continue working under these conditions with no regard to their wellbeing. Need I remind you that this is an employee, not a test subject." I must have been out of it, because I thought I was still just resting my head on Fact's shoulder. I am, but as I come to, I realize he's carrying me. I fell asleep, and he carried me all the way to the facility entrance so I could go home. My face burns, and not from the fever.

"This employee still has 2 hours left in their shift and work to be done. Sick or not, they should never be sleeping on the job. You know this. You were allowed to supervise them in the Cold Labs, and you let them sleep? We should put you back in your Sphere for this," my supervisor argues. I feel Fact tense up to retort, but I place my hand on his chest. He looks at me before gently setting me down.

I'm weak, sniffling, and want so badly back in his warmth to sleep again, but I stand in front of my supervisor as strongly as I can manage. "I do sincerely apologize for falling asleep, that was not my intention. However, I will agree with Fact Core that these working conditions are unsafe. I am in fact sick, and what would happen if I were to get mucus or other bodily fluids on the control subject? Thousands of dollars of experimentation in those gels and I just happen to sneeze and break the control's containment, or pass out in the Cold Labs and eventually pass from hypothermia? Not only would the company require funds to cover the legal fees to keep a death behind closed doors, but then my frozen decaying body could somehow contaminate the experiments we were already working on and we have to spend that money to start all over from scratch? Personally, I think the company is better off spending a little money to get us proper gear to work in, than spending mountains of money to deal with sickness, death, and all the consequences that come with it."

I think the icing on the cake is me finishing my grand monologue with a nasty wet cough. My supervisor's face is hard to read, but the fact that they backed away from me and grimaced means I got my point across. "Just... go home for now. I can't promise Mr. Johnson will like this idea of spending any kind of money he doesn't need to, but we do not want to deal with sickness in the Labs. Consider this a warning to not sleep on the job again, though." And with a shake of their head, my supervisor retreats.

I let out a long sigh. "Shall I carry you to your vehicle?" Fact asks. "No, I'm okay. I think that gave me enough adrenaline to at least make it home. But, listen... thank you. I've been meaning to say that for a while and, I don't know what it is, but you being here made it easier. And, of course, thank you for taking care of me."

Fact nods. "You are welcome. Fact: I am an excellent caretaker. Please seek me out when you have a need and I will always have the knowledge to help you." I chuckle, "Fact: I'll keep that in mind."

I'm cleared from work the next day, so I rest as much as I can. Which gives me plenty of time to think about everything that happened with Fact Core. Are the other Cores like this? Wheatley obviously has more human tendencies than the rest do. Space is... Space. And Rick is a walking HR violation. But Fact has always been more distant, more robotic than the rest. I'm not sure what I did to get him to show his more human side, but I can't complain. It was nice to have him open up a little, and I look forward to getting him out of his proverbial shell.

Also, fact: Core Androids are fantastic to have around when you're cold.

[immobiliter]

VEILGUARD ARCS: VARRIC

ALL of this is going under a cut because it includes big spoilers for the endgame, so click at your own risk !

okay so for those who didn't read my angry, rant-y thoughts after finishing the game ( here, and even after two weeks i stand by them, i'm still not a huge fan of the end part of the game ), when it comes to varric and veilguard i want to keep the essence of what bioware intended — namely that varric's death remains intact and, outside of very specific plotted threads/verses, i do not intend to really write varric as being still alive post-veilguard — however, i have big, big issues with how it was executed in the game and will be changing that as i see fit.

after much consideration, i've decided to give varric two veilguard arcs for the most flexibility in terms of interactions, because bioware making him dead from the start severely limits me as far as interactions go during veilguard lmao. the first is this one, which is the easier one to figure out, where varric does survive the ritual ( as most of us believed at the time ) and then dies later on in the lighthouse during the course of the game ( the specifics of which can be plotted with the relevant writing partner/muse, as well as the impact that this has on solas' plans to use rook's regret over varric's death to escape his prison which??? i still don't understand how this was ever actually meant to make sense but y'know. whatever. the point is, nothing is fixed aside from the fact that varric dies from the effects of solas' lyrium dagger at some point before the endgame ). this allows at least some interaction between varric and the companions during the veilguard timeline while still allowing his death to have the impact in the narrative that it does

the second is one that is more canon compliant in the sense that varric did perish at the ritual site and has been dead all along, but that this isn't something that rook only discovers at the very end of the game ( since i feel like that's an insult to rook's grief, to all of the companions and faction leaders who purport to care about them, an insult to varric's own impact on so many other characters aside from rook and solas and an insult to solas that he thought he could keep up the illusion for that long, blood magic or no ). again, this is not fixed and i am open to plotting depending on the partner and muse in question, but i do think the revelation regarding varric's death should come no later than late act 2, pre-endgame mission. varric has had too much of an impact on too many other characters in this game series for rook's illusion to reasonably hold after that point imo, especially as rook is supposed to have a support network of companions around them that would have been witness to their denial and grief for weeks, if not months, by then.

i am also toying with a veilguard arc for varric based on a lot of fan speculation prior to the game's release that would yeet varric into the second fade prison alongside solas so it's the two of them advising rook during the game ( and... honestly? at this point i would have preferred that for varric than what we got ). he's still dying though, apologies but i am still here to inflict varric-related grief on everyone :))

[ilkkawhat]

tagged by @room-665 and @judyalvqrez, thank you both!💜💜💜💜

last song: Children of the Elder God by Old Gods of Asgard--in full. After that I was skipping through songs as I pulled into my neighborhood and driveway lol. honestly still seems like AW soundtrack music is like, the one thing I never skip since I got into it last November.

favourite color: Purple!

currently reading: House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski, have been for a while lol I gotta get back on it. My mom got a bit of a kick out of seeing me moving the book around and flipping to the back and such 😂

currently watching: Series wise, nothing really since I finished Sorjonen...I've been just kinda watching a lot of youtube videos or movies. Been thinking about getting back into Only Murders in the Building (I watched the first two seasons I think? Maybe the 3rd? See I just gotta start over lol) and then watching Poromafia for my next Ilkka series (beyond just skimming), and I'm probably gonna start Interview With a Vampire sooner or later cause it's all over my dash EDIT: FUCK i forgot I'm watching Star Trek Enterprise! very slowly, I watch it while I chill downstairs with my dog when my parents go out shopping (he's got bad separation anxiety and is not allowed to go up the stairs anymore for his safety so I just go to him)

last movie: Rewatched Hell House 2 in full, started watching Butterfly Kisses last night but couldn't stay up to finish it. Trying to get in the mood for spooky season and last year I got really into the found footage sub-genre.

sweet, spicy or savory: Savory...not good with spicy (lol says a woman who works with chipotle peppers. We mill dehydrated pods and it was so strong the other day I legit threw up on my way out) but on a mild level I'm okay with it. Do like sweet stuff but I do have limits with it.

relationship status: Single, probably always gonna be that way and that's fine lol. But if I happen to meet someone maybe I won't be as much of a coward as I have been with other potential relationships I could have had...it also sucks cause I can't say I'm surrounded with the most pleasant relationships (my parents especially)

current obsession: Primarily Alan Wake, secondary Ilkka Villi and really just the Remedy Verse as a whole--I think work's just beating me down too much to enjoy really anything right now but god do I just crave for the atmosphere and aesthetic of Alan Wake 2 right now

tea or coffee: Coffee though I'm not against tea at all and will admit I haven't drank as much coffee as I used to, I stopped during one summer cause it was too hot and I think I may have lost my idk taste? tolerance? for black coffee but I do get iced french vanilla coffee from mcdonalds like once a week lol. (really I just drink a lot of celsius for my daily caffiene fix)

the last thing i googled: Rune Factory 5 cause I saw it's on sale on the Nintendo e-shop and I'm debating getting it even though I have tons of other games I should be playing and let's be real, I'm just gonna continue playing Alan Wake 2 for the tenth time tomorrow instead of even playing the recently bought Star Wars Outlaws 😂😂 but RF5 is like, 20 bucks and that's the cheapest I've ever seen it so it can't hurt just to get it in the library and maybe start it later

breaking the tag chain but if anybody wants to do this, go for it and say I tagged you

[kylesvariouslistsandstuff]

Rumor had it...

Until someone said something...

And then another someone said something...

I won't sugarcoat it, though... I'm sure SPIDER-MAN: BEYOND THE SPIDER-VERSE saw something of an overhaul after it was **clear** that it was never going to make its initial 3/29/2024 release date.

This happens on many animated movies. Whole movies' worth of unused story stuff gets chucked, and ideally... That happens EARLY in production, before whole chunks of the movie are animated and finalized.

We heard all the stories of the animators being crunched on ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE, stuff being changed at the very last minute on Phil Lord's whims (because of his and Miller's whole "improvisational" approach to making things, which arguably isn't conducive to huge-budget movies. See also, their time on SOLO), to the point where at least two versions of the movie ran simultaneously in theaters and even further changes were evident on the disc release.

And this was all when Sony put it out there that BEYOND THE SPIDER-VERSE would follow in nine months...

Really, if you're going to do a back-to-back set of movies (remember, ACROSS was going to be a "Part One"), be ready to do so. With live-action, you can film both parts pretty close together depending on everyone's schedules. With big screen animation? Uhhhh, well, again... If everything's locked and in place... But that clearly was NOT the case with BEYOND THE SPIDER-VERSE. The delay gives them plenty of time to actually work stuff out **before** things are animated.

I'm not panicking. The movie is nowhere near done. I have no idea what it'll be like. I'm not gonna prematurely write off the end of the SPIDER-VERSE trilogy.

I'm totally okay with stuff being figured out now than right before release date. Not everything is a last-minute miracle like TOY STORY 2, whose final year of production should've went down in history as a "Phew! The movie turned out great, BUT... Never again!" situation.

I'm saying, LOCK the picture a year in advance. It's like finishing a great clay project, now you have to put it in the kiln. The way some animated productions go, like ACROSS, like FROZEN I & II, etc.... It's like they keep shutting off the kiln, taking the halfway-fired clay project out to "fix" it, put it back in, take it out again, "fix" it, put it back in- You get the idea? It sounds like hell!!

Do like Walt Disney. Razor into the picture and tear it down WELL before anything is animated. But the current industry model seems to love this whole "Oh yeah, we can tweak and fix it while it's in production!" thing.

As for the whole "most of the movie got thrown out" rumors? The InSneider isn't a place I get my news from, and I hear it's not the most reputable place... That being said, despite Pemberton and Miller's claims, I have no doubt stuff got thrown out. It happens on productions, especially this far out from release date. The base is probably the same, the construction is probably just different, that's all. I'm sure what we'll see on the big screen a few years from now is rooted in what was planned back in 2022/23...

All I know is, production wasn't near beginning on BEYOND when ACROSS was in theaters. Approximately July 2023-ish. Hailee Steinfeld had remarked that she didn't even record her lines for BEYOND, and the Vulture expose on the working conditions on that movie said that only some test sorta stuff had been done on BEYOND and little else. A release date is usually a suggestion anyways, a number meant to whet the appetites of investors, no matter how far along the movie actually is. Animated movies of this caliber are often delayed, sometimes outright scrapped. Disney Animation, Pixar, DreamWorks, etc. Off the top of my head, outside of a sequel, a more original/untested animated movie keeping its first-announced release date post-2010 seems rather rare... Possibly a list for another day? I dunno!

So... Yeah, BEYOND THE SPIDER-VERSE is a long time away. No concrete release date is currently set, Sony Animation has other projects in the works (such as K-POP: DEMON HUNTERS, dropping on Netflix next year), and it's a big finale to what's already a massive multiverse epic... And I'm sure, given the current culture of leaks and rumors and info being so readily available at our fingertips, this picture will see a ludicrous amount of scrutiny before release.

If those stories never got out about ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE, would the ever-so-fickle online animation fansphere have overnight shifted to "it's only half a movie thus it sucks"/"it's not very good, actually"/"ohhhh it definitely shows"? After all that gushing praise? If we never knew these behind the scenes stories, would we even tell that some of these movies had a lot of trouble coming together?

Most of our big favorites were not cakewalks. Making things is often hard! Of course, this is not to excuse crunching the animators, my larger point is... BEYOND is nowhere near being done, so... I can only hope whatever issues the story has, they're being worked out now. Or were being worked out after the film was listed as a TBD release.

... And, let's just say I dislike the movie come 2026/2027?

I'll just go watch something else. I've been disappointed by sequels before, and I'm doing okay I'd like to think lol. Fanfiction exists, your alternate "better" version is in your head, etc. When something stinks to me, I try to chalk it up to "They made decisions that they thought were right at the right time, and it just didn't work out."

[velvetvexations]

Since venting is allowed...

I had to start off pride month with aphobia, which really shot my mood. I've already got an entire history full of going to mental health professionals for help with debilitating depression, only for them to find out I'm not interested in a relationship and hooking up and immediately swerving course to tell me how i should be, and it's weird I'm not, and i should do it anyway even if i don't want to- if the topic of relationships is ever brought up i genuinely get this feeling of impending doom. A therapists brings it up and i immediately mentally categorize that therapist as a failed attempt, because it's inevitable they'll be weird about it, they'll hurt me and I can't trust them.

This specific time i was talking to a social worker who was getting my info for accomodations - Conversation went great, talking about my past history i offhandedly mention how the last therapist in particular just spent 6 months trying to hook me up with my (also aroace) best friend, even though i have no desire for any of this - of course, i get told that romance and sex are normal and what EVERY human on earth desires and needs and that therapist had a point. I realize my mistake. Just sit there and silently get lectured how I'm weird and wrong and need to be fixed.

Now, my mom was also there for that, and while she's really not well versed in anything queer, she knows about me being aroace and was supportive from the get go. Just like she did when she talked to that therapist, she tried to diffuse and lead the conversation away by arguing how that isn't relevant and i have much more pressing problems. And just. I appreciate it, i do, not everyone has a parent like that. But I'm thinking about and i just. Wish I'd had someone who would put their hand on the table and shut that down, hard, that I'm fine like this and don't need fixing and others need to stop being shitty to me and ignoring my feelings and wants.

I'm just so tired and resistance has been soundly beaten out of me. I screamed, i cried, i wrote 3 page essays explaining everything i think and feel, and it just feels like i didn't do any of it. At this point I've stopped trying, the topic shifts to relationships and sex and i just heave an inward sigh and prepare to sit through a 20 minute lecture of how wrong i am.

The only real queer spaces i have access to are online, and i just don't find spaces where it's taken all that seriously. At best it's just kind of downplayed, at worst people just deny that it's any kind of problem at all and i should just stop whining. As if a life of people telling me my sexuality is broken and trying to "fix" it just becomes harmless when you're aspec instead of gay.

Going through those mental health problems at all is bad enough, but i also gotta deal with this, and then not having anywhere where i can actually talk about it and get taken seriously. Or have people who get angry on my behalf. Idk where I'm going with this, I'm just so mad that this is how things are.

I'm sorry, anon. Being aroace is completely okay and healthy, you're not broken and you don't need fixing. You're perfect the way you are.

[moon-swag-tourney]

Propaganda below!

Luther Hargreeves

He is a weird huge monkey man with daddy issues. What’s not to love 

Spaceboy!

Della Duck

just look at her shes badass she amputated her own leg and made a prosthetic out of spare rocket parts shes not perfect but shes trying her goddamn best to be a good mother okay she is The character ever

greatest character of all time!

dear tournament runner i am so so sorry for the essay i'm about to write but i am not normal about my girl della

della duck is donald duck's twin sister and huey dewey and louie's mother

the whole history behind her is so interesting bc she unintentionally became the greatest mystery of the disney duck comic verse

one of disney's many weird rules is that their main 6 characters are not allowed to have children or parents. this rule is kinda wobbly in the sense that on one hand, it does get broken (goofy has a son in some canons & donalds mother is shown in some comics (though only in scrooge's flashbacks, she's never allowed to interact with donald)), on the other hand, it also tends to sometimes get applied to characters who are not part of the main 6 but still main characters. this rule meant, that when they wanted their main characters to interact with kids, they invented nieces and nephews. which had the added bonus that when they wanted to stories without them, they didn't have to explain the kids' absence (like for example mickey's nephews, which barely ever appear and, fun fact, were actually invented before huey dewey and louie). so, in one newspaper comic strip, huey dewey and louie were introduced and with them, della was mentioned for the first time, in a letter asking donald to take care care of the boys while their father is in a hospital from a prank they pulled. (said father was never mentioned again btw.)

after that, della didn't appear again for a while, and several shorts and comics revealed that donald has legally adopted the kids. different comics implied that donald has been taking care of the triplets their entire life, instead of just since recently like in their first appearance.

later comics actually showed della for the first time - however, only in flashbacks to donald's childhood. these comics also made her donald's twin. the only piece of media that showed her as an adult was her portrait in the duck family tree.

that is, until 2014 the first comic showing adult della and her fate was released - a dutch comic that was only reprinted in brazil, germany and the netherlands, and even in those countries, anything containing this story is pretty hard to get. it was never officially translated to english (thank god for fantranslations, tho). this comic showed della as a pilot, who tested a rocket and got lost in space when huey dewey and louie were babies. this is where her association with space and a lot of her ducktales 2017 characterisation originates from.

so, let's get into her biggest ever appearence - the ducktales reboot!

from the very beginning of this show, she's set up as the big overarching mystery - a little bit like the author from gravity falls. the pilot ends with dewey discovering a painting of her. it's a very shocking moment and for most viewers the first time they've ever seen della.

so like in the comic, she's a pilot, and she's been going on adventures with donald and scrooge for years. scrooge builds a rocket for her as a surprise gift for when her children hatch but she finds out about it and decides to take it for a test ride, during which she crashes it on the moon. so, she's stuck there, but nothing can stop della duck! she spends the entire 10 years fixing the rocket until she finally manages to get back to earth to her kids.

della is funny, strong, determined and just one of the best characters in the entire show. and she tries so hard to be a good mom to her kids after being absent for a decade even though she struggles so much to adjust back to life on earth.

i just love della so so much

[starsfic]

i can see Azure getting very attached to mk seeing as how similar he is to his adopted dad but enjoying his differences all the same. he is just such a sweet and loving kid. and mk enjoys it when Azure visits him and praises him. in his mind he's already adopted this man as an uncle figure. i'd think wukong would try to warn mk away as soon as he finds out Azure knows about him, though probably doesn't go into detail for obvious reasons. but mk being the curious peacekeeper he is, still hears out Azure the next time they see each other. of course, he's just as secretive and plays down the details heavily. "i blamed him for something he didn't do, I hurt him very badly, and I've always deeply regretted it. but by the time I had come to my senses things......well the damage was done. but I still want to be in his life. I'd like so much to fix things between us and go back to how things were. I'm sorry if you feel as though I've used you for that goal, but I promise it's not my only reason for visiting you as often as I have."

Mk probably doesn't understand that it was a romantic relationship, or if he does is led to believe Azure only wants to go back to being friends again. either way, he'd be taken in by Azure's show of remorse and regret and offer him comfort and hope. and of course, he'd want to help him fix things with his dad if possible, exactly what azure whats.

Qi Xiaotian stood in front of the canvas, ready and waiting. For what? He didn’t know. Inspiration, possibly. Normally, he would be a bundle of ideas, but right now, he was stuck.

Maybe because of last night?

“Kid, listen. I know what Azure’s like. He’s the kind of guy who will use you until he has no further need of you and then throw you away.” His baba’s voice had been heavy with some kind of emotion. Anger? “If you betray him, even if that’s not what it was, he’ll cast you aside without a second thought.”

The words were heavy. Especially since Azure didn’t seem to be the manipulative and uncaring lawyer that his baba had painted him as. He did seem a little stern, right at the beginning, but after some conversation, his walls had come down. He was a cheerful guy who was passionate about calligraphy and lions, well-versed in social justice issues, and who often came by with coffee or snacks to check in on them and the calligraphy project and praised them for their work. He didn’t seem like the kind of person to cast someone aside. Honestly, Xiaotian had found himself calling him uncle more and more.

“Hello, Qi Xiaotian? It’s me!”

Speak of the man and he shall appear. Azure was dressed more casually today but still held a warm smile as he stepped inside the workshop. “Hi!” Xiaotian said, turning and accepting the boba tea. “Sorry, just me today. We’re taking a break today since we’re almost finished with the project.”

Azure didn’t even seem to pause at the word ‘break.’ “Oh, that’s good!” he said. “Recharging the batteries is important. So,” He leaned against the table and eyed the canvas. “What are you working on?”

“Uh, nothing, having some art block.” Xiaotian took a deep breath. “Can I ask you something?” Azure nodded. Okay. No holding back. “I was talking to my baba, Sun Wukong, and I mentioned you and he got…upset.” Azure’s smile vanished. Xiaotian couldn’t help the awkward laugh that came out of him. “So, uh, I was wondering if you guys knew each other or he’s got you mixed up with some other Azure…”

“No.” Azure shook his head. “It’s me he’s talking about and he’s right.” Xiaotian raised a brow. Why would his baba be upset? Azure was a chill guy. Azure sighed and straightened up, eyes growing distant. “We were very close, years before he adopted you. We were young, mistakes were made, and some mistakes can’t be undone.”

The words were heavy. The urge to change the subject rested on his tongue. But Xiaotian pushed it past. Now that he had confirmation, he needed to know. “What happened?”

Azure, thankfully, didn’t seem mad at being asked. "I blamed him for something he didn't do, I hurt him very badly, and I've always deeply regretted it. But by the time I had come to my senses, things…” He sighed. “Well, the damage was done. But I still want to be in his life. I'd like so much to fix things between us and go back to how things were.” Xiaotian’s heart gave a twinge. He knew his baba had a lot of regrets, no matter how much he tried to hide it, and knowing someone felt just as bad as him hurt. Azure seemed to blink back to the present, reaching over and squeezing his shoulder. “I'm sorry if you feel as though I've used you for that goal, but I promise it's not my only reason for visiting you as often as I have." 

Xiaotian blinked back the tears. “I know, Uncle-” The moment the title slipped from his mouth, he clamped a hand over his mouth. He could feel his heat rise up in his cheeks as Azure’s eyes went wide. The moment he was sure he wouldn’t embarrass himself, he managed out “I’m so sorry-”

Warm arms encircled him and pulled him close. “Don’t be.” Azure rumbled out. “Don’t you ever be. I am so lucky to have your baba and you in my life.”

Xiaotian blinked back a fresh wave of tears and couldn’t help a laugh as he hugged Azure back. “Thank you, uncle.” Determination mixed with embarrassment. “And I’ll help you reconcile with Baba.”

Azure’s smile twisted into a smirk.

“I know you will, Xiaotian.”

[ghostofwriting]

love of my life by harry styles is also a song that i think rafe would put out on the album.

"i dont know you half as well as all my friends [...] maybe you dont know whats lost til you find it."

idk at this point every sad harry song makes me think of #them .

okay me. There are a lot of songs that make me think of them but none of them come close to Place In Me by Luke Hemmings which is why I chose it and keep mentioning it in the tweets.

I'm using this ask as a place to dissect it because my brain will not stop thinking about the correlation between the song and Rafe x reader. I didn't even base this fic off the song but it fits so perfectly so I HAVE to talk about it.

Hold on I never meant you any harm Got no legs to stand on I was just dancin' in the dark

"dancing in the dark" was his mindset during that whole era, he was on drugs, and his mental health wasn't doing well at all. It's not an excuse but he's finally coming to terms with how much he hurt her but he has nothing to stand on because he shouldn't have done what he did to her, there's no excuse. He's telling her in song to hold on, to listen to the lyrics for insight on how he feels because he doesn't know how to tell her any other way.

Now with my eyes wide open It's heaven in your arms, mm

He sees it now, now that he's in a better place mentally and he's clean, he can see the harm he has caused and what he has lost. "Heaven in your arms" obviously knowing that she helped him so much and he was so safe to fall apart with her, realizing his feelings go way deeper than he thought they did but being stuck. And of course 'heaven' to tie it back to 'angel.'

Hold on I never meant to start a war I was just dead wrong I know we've been in this before

Again, not excusing him but, he didn't know what he was doing when he said those things to her. He had his reasons, which I will expand on in the fic. He didn't mean to start this friction between them for all those years and make his friends choose sides. He realizes that he was wrong but again, he's stuck. She won't look at him how she used to.

Now with my eyes wide open I tore you right apart, mm

Speaks for itself, he tore her apart, he ruined her and he knows that now that there's clarity.

Call me in the morning, yeah I'm sorry that I let you down, I I'm so apathetic, it's pathetic But I need you now, now

This is him knowing that he's in the wrong for needing her because of how much he's harmed her. Y/n said that she couldn't believe that the person she had known since she was 10, the boy that he was at 13 would have done to her what he did to her. And he knows that. He knows what she thinks.

Sun's gone But you always liked this time of day No words left to play on How many chances does it take? Now with my eyes wide open I'm nothing but a fake

This verse explains how tied he is to her, how his identity is very much based on how she sees him and how he doesn't think too highly of his self-worth if she sees him as a bad guy. "No words left to play on" The fact that she doesn't give him the time of day, there is nothing that he can do to fix it with her.

Don't you move Can't we just stay? Can we start over? Don't fade away

'Cause you'll always have a place in me

You'll always have a place in me

I think the rest of this is pretty on the nose. That's why it fits so perfectly. He doesn't want her to leave, he wants a chance to start over with her but he's dumb and has no idea how to tell her that and is going about it all wrong. As well as the fact that y/n doesn't want anything to do with him. Had this been anyone else, she would have left their life and never looked back. He knows that and he also knows that she only tolerates him for the band. In a way, he's lucky because without the band he would have never seen her again. He's very limited in what he can do to get her attention and ask for another chance. He also just doesn't think he deserves one. Selfishly though, he wants her to stay with him forever, even if it's at arm's length. even if that means she never talks to him again. Because she will always have a place in him.

Anyway thank you for reading to the end of this if you did. I love this song, I love Luke, and I love how well this goes with Rafe's pov.

[soulsxng]

List of Realms, pt. 2

I'm gonna split the big, average, and small class realms in half, just to keep it manageable.

Class 4 - Large Size

Atlantis: Out of the realms I have, it's the only one that's 100% covered by water. Yeah, there are shallows that can be walked around in and such, but they're pretty few and far between...which, between that and the climate/weather itself, makes this realm pretty inhospitable to non-aquatic beings. Also a living realm! The Pirodeti primarily stays within the heart of the realm, but isn't shy about speaking to/making their voice heard to anyone that's in the realm. Small side note that Vanyllo and his species, the Nomijans, are from here!

Brinnela: Okay, so these were originally broken up into 4 small-average sized realms; Setia, Ahnia, the Aifaen Plains, and Vasyri. But I changed it recently to where they're all the same realm, because doing that fixed some kind of...plot hole-y things that popped up. This is the first realm ever created, and because that means it was created before the Pirodeti were even around, it's actually a dead realm. The Pillars of Creation are what sustain it, and are worshipped in place of gods by a vast majority of people in Brinella.

Celaeon: This one is Kei's (@feraecor) baby that she's been working very hard on lately. It started off as Kamii's (JJ's mother, after being reincarnated) birth realm a waaaaay long time ago, and now Kei's building a lot more on it! Extremely magic dense, to the point of being dangerous/toxic to a large portion of different species. It's a living realm that was, for some reason or another, thought to have been dead for quite some time-- likely due to the fact that the Pirodeti embodying the realm tends to keep to themselves overall. Majority of the species that are now considered native to Wilacri (a realm that will be mentioned in another group), actually began here ages ago.

Gaea/Mortal Realm: Uhh...self-explanatory, I feel like? In my headcanons though, it's one of the realms with the highest population density, highest number of deities and pantheons, and highest variation of species living on it! (If not the top realm in those categories, tbh). It's a living realm, but the one embodying the realm depends on the verse. Most often, it's either Rosa's (@soraeia) twins; Allisae and Avelan, who took on the title and duties after their predecessor, Gaea. Or Kei's (@feraecor) Gaia, who is the original Pirodeti that first created the realm. Either way, the realm is usually kind of hanging on by a thread. orz

[mylifeisalieandididntknow]

Atla Au Outlines

someone reported me on ao3 awhile back and my fic was hidden by ao3 for investiagtion on the matter of being in violation of the terms and agreements. Later it was deleted because of that.

But i started posting on tumblr and got lazy so Here is the list of chapters I had written with the chapters that are colored text having been posted to tumblr.

Chapter 1: Zuko And His Turtleducks Take On The World (Posted on ao3 as its own fic)

Chapter 2: Fire Lord Zuko & Fire Lady Azula

Chapter 3: The Blue Spirit And The Avatar Have A Heart To Heart

Chapter 4: Six Times Fire Lord Zuko Shrugged Off Assassination and One Time Someone Finally Told Iroh

Chapter 5: Road Trip Au Atla verse

Chapter 6: Road Trip Au Modern

Chapter 7: In Which Zuko Does Not Join The Gaang But The Gang Joins Him

Chapter 8: Five Times Zuko Flinched Away From Affection And The Times He Reciprocated It

Chapter 9: Never A Traditional Bender

Chapter 10: Road Trip Atla Verse Drabble and outline

Chapter 11: Road Trip Au Modern Drabble

Chapter 12: Zombieland with Maze runner elements

Chapter 13: Zuko The Kyoshi Warrior

Chapter 14: How To Resocialize Your Fire Lord

Chapter 15: While We're Still Young And Fearless

Chapter 16: While We're Still Young And Fearless drabble and outline

Chapter 17: Zuko's Path To Enlightenment

Chapter 18: While We're Still Young And Fearless drabble and outline

Chapter 19: Can't You See The World Is Changing?

Chapter 20: Would Anyone Chase Me And Say The Words I Need To Hear?

Chapter 21: Can Someone Just Hold Me? Don't Fix Me Don't Try To Change A Thing

Chapter 22 : I'm Phenomenal And I'm Enough

Chapter 23: I'm Phenomenal And I'm Enough drabble and outline

Chapter 24: Would Anyone See Me For The Person That I Really Am

Chapter 25: But They Can't Erase The Fire In Our Eyes

Chapter 26: Now I Found The Strength To Make A Change

Chapter 27: Martyrdom/Murder Do Not Interact

Chapter 28: Now You Shine Like The Gold On The Sea

Chapter 29: Look How Far You've Come, You've Filled Your Heart With Love

Chapter 30: For The Gods Walk Amongst Mortals

Chapter 31: Zombieland With Maze Runner Elements drabble and outline (tenative title) You Might Have Some Bruises And A Few Scars, But You Know You're Gonna Be Okay

Chapter 32: In Which Zuko Does Not Join The Gaang But The Gaang Joins him drabble and ouline

Chapter 33: Myths+Mayhem+Mystery=The Search For Iroh (alternate title) We're The Family We Were Searching For All Along

Chapter 34: Myths+Mayhem+Mystery=The Search For Iroh (alternate title) We're The Family We Were Searching For All Along drabble and outline

Chapter 35: Myths+Mayhem+Mystery=The Search For Iroh (alternate title) We're The Family We Were Searching For All Along drabble and outline

Chapter 36: Road Trip Au Atla verse drabble and outline

Chapter 37: I Wanna Try Even Though I Could Fail

Chapter 38: You Calm The Storm In Me

Chapter 39: How Many Animals Can Zuko Fit Into The Wani Before Uncle Tells Him No

Chapter 40: Myths+Mayhem+Mystery=The Search For Iroh (alternate title) We're The Family We Were Searching For All Along drabble and outline

Chapter 41: We're Not Looking For Where We Belong

Chapter 42: The Ultra Kind Of Love You Never Walk Away From

Chapter 43: TBA working title Five Times Zuko Walked In On The Gaang And The One Time They Walked In on Him And He Didn't React

Chapter 44: I Swear I Easily Bruise Was Always My Excuse And Now It's Loud Again

Chapter 45: Have I The Courage To Change?

Chapter 46: Pyromania And Photography

Chapter 47: We're The Kids They Forgot, But We've Got Each Other Tonight

Chapter 48: Try To Control Me, Put Out The Flames, The Fire Inside Me Cannot Be Tamed

Chapter 49: Dishonor On You, Dishonor On Your Komodo Rhino

Chapter 50: Amends: Noun; əˈmendz; compensate or make up for a wrongdoing

Chapter 51: All These Broken Souls, Each One More Beautiful

Chapters I was not able to post because my fic was deleted

Chapter 52: But Feeling Lonely Don't Mean You're Alone, People In Life, They Come And They'll Leave

Chapter 53: TBA (tenative title) I See Your Monsters I See Your Pain

Chapter 54: He Has Every Reason To Throw Up HIs Fist In The Face Of His God

Chapter 55: You're Never Gonna Fit In Much, Kid

Chapter 56: Tearing Us Apart Until It's All Gone

Chapter 57: TBA

Chapter 58: TBA

Chapter 60: Yeah, I'll Be Good, I'll Be Good For All The Times I Never Could

Chapter 61: TBA

Chapter 62: TBA

Chapter 63: TBA

Chapter 64: TBA

Chapter 65: Will You Remember Me In The Same Way I Remember you?

May add more chapters after this. who knows. I don't.