#i already have an idea of what her personality will be like but i'm still thinking of the dynamics with other characters

[marzipanandminutiae]

the gut punch of having been a Twilight fan in high school when the hype was at its zenith, without reading SMeyer interviews or following her on social media, and then seeing her inspiration for, or personal interpretation of, certain outfit descriptions years later

like

I have just learned that this was supposed to be Alice's prom dress in book one?

A. that is hideous; what the hell

B. to a PROM. in 2008. when you're VAMPIRES IN HIDING TRYING TO BE INCONSPICUOUS

(I mean, I guess the excuse is that the Cullens are terrible at laying low anyway? but still. That doesn't make it any less Uggo, or more appropriate for an apparent high school sophomore)

and the movies already dealt me psychological damage since SMeyer signed off on the designs, revealing that her idea of an "Anne of Green Gables" wedding dress was this:

the timeline of the Anne books is a little funky, but I've always assumed they started in the late 1880s-early 1890s given the combination of Much Ado about Sleeve Puffs but also Anne somehow being old enough to have kids fighting in WWI later. so here is an early 1890s bridal fashion plate:

La Mode Illustree 1892

and her engagement ring, which I recall being described as diamonds in a net of white gold, or filigree, or something similar. not um. a cheese grater:

(it was supposedly his biological mother's engagement ring, which means it's from around the turn of the 20th century. I've worked with a lot of antique jewelry in my time, and I've never seen a Victwardian piece like that. if she was picturing a diamond cluster ring, they still had less of the cheese grater about them)

(plus, again...It Is Ugly)

I no longer have a dog in this fight, since I'm not in the fandom anymore. but sometimes I am reminded of this Expectation Vs. Reality situation all over again

[jinxlovebot]

“don’t talk to her like that.” - jinx x kiramman!fem reader fluff & angst(?)

ᰔᩚ: jinx cries :(, mean caitlyn, reader lowkey hates her sister, modern au, not proofread...

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you tip toe down your matted stairs towards your front door to meet jinx, trying to be a quiet as you can you slowly turn your door handle and slip out the door not fully opening it. the reason, why your basically sneaking out of your own house is because of caitlyn. a few years ago, jinx and caitlyn got into a huge fight over something stupid and ever since then caitlyn has had a grudge towards her.

you pull your bag over your shoulder filled with clothes, food etc. to stay over at jinx' tonight. you huff and wrap your hands around your cold body, fast walking to her house when your phone buzzes in your pocket. fuck, you thought. the only person that could be was cait, and speak of the devil. it was. you roll your eyes before picking up the phone.

"hello?" you say into the phone, "do you have any idea what time it is? where are you going?" caitlyn exclaims clearly annoyed, you pull your phone away from your ear and read the time, "its only 11pm, cait. going to jinx.. bye!", caitlyn goes to argue but you end the phone before. you arrive at jinx' house and knock at the door.

the following morning, you wake in jinx' bed. her arms wrapped around your waist both of you only wearing pyjama shorts. you groan from the pearing rays of sunshine through the windows, jinx sleeping soundly. "baby.. wake-" your phone buzzes again, seriously? "yes caitlyn?" you angrily say, "im coming to pick you up.", "cait, are you serious?". your sister was always like this, overprotective and would do anything to get you away from jinx. a part of you hates caitlyn with all your heart but shes still your sister. you turn to wake up jinx, but jinx was already awake tears in her eyes.

".. does she still not want you to be with me?" jinx mumbles, you sigh and lean to kiss her forehead wiping the tear from her cheek, "nothing is going to keep us apart, my sister, your sister. absolutely nobody. okay?". jinx leans her head into your hand, she nods and kisses your palm. a knock on the door startles you both, you throw on jinx' hoodie and head down to tell cait you'll be a sec. opening the door, caitlyn is standing outside with her arms crossed and her eyebrows scrunched. "are you ready?" she grunts, "n-no uhm, not yet" looking over her shoulder vi was sitting shotgun and waves at you, waving back you hear the stairs creak behind you. jinx walks down with your stuff giving you a peck on cheek, "heres your stuff babe!" she says, caitlyn scoffs "who asked you to get her stuff, shes old enough to get it herself." jinx holds your arm and mumbles, "whatever...bitch" you giggle to yourself, and reach down to put on your crocs, "i heard that. i never wanted my sister to go out with a low life like you." you snap up and point your finger in caitlyn's face, her eyes widening "dont talk to her like that."

caitlyn lets out a huge sigh, rolling her eyes at you. "whatever! i have places to be." she turns to head back to her car, shouting back to you saying she'll be back in a few hours. you smile and close the door, jinx was looking at you with love in her eyes. her eyes glistening with tears on her waterline, she pulls you in for a tight hug and says to you,"i'm so lucky i found you. fuck caitlyn" you both laugh and go back upstairs to cuddle. ᰔ

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a/n- someone asked me to do more jinx x kiramman reader but i cant find it!! anyways.. 😔

[lover-of-mine]

You might’ve already answer this before, but what are your opinions on Eddie just identifying as unlabeled? Do you personally believe they can pull a story like that off and make it believable for the viewers?

I'm an unlabeled Eddie defender. Unlabeled Eddie is everything to me (sorry demi Eddie I love you to death but I don't trust the show with you). Mostly because I never read Eddie as gay because this is a procedural and he loved Shannon and as long as Eddie believes he was in love with Shannon, he was in love with Shannon, and since she's dead, he's never going to be able to objectively exam his feelings. I also don't believe he's drowning in internalized homophobia and knows he's gay and wants to fix himself like some people seem to have decided lately. Personally, I think the only thing they can pull off is unlabeled Eddie in a "I loved Shannon, now I love Buck, I don't know what that says about me and I don't care" type situation. We can see the arguments for Eddie to be strictly gay because we want him to be gay. General audience has been watching Eddie spin around his feelings for Shannon for years, they watched Eddie date women, they watched Eddie go kinda crazy about sex with Marisol, and then implode his life because of another woman. If this was a show about Eddie, they could stop and develop his feelings in depth, sure, they could make Eddie gay a lot more easily.

I was talking about this with @buckgettingstruck a few days ago, but if you focus on his issues with his parents, you let him discuss the way he was forced into a position where he had to romanticize Shannon because he needed someone to remember her kindly because it is unfair to Christopher that everyone around him hates his mother, and it put him in a position where he wasn't allowed to grieve or process the end of that relationship, and you can add the nuance necessary for people to understand that Eddie loved Shannon but wasn't in love with her.

But the thing is, this is an ensemble show. This storyline has been dragged out enough, I need out of it. And with the whole Kim thing, yes, I kinda feel like the show wants us to forget that happened and they cut the kiss and the issue is fully switching to be about Eddie's parents, but Eddie's relationship with Shannon will have to be addressed somehow while fixing Eddie's relationship with Christopher. And personally, I think it is a lot easier to have Eddie say "I loved your mom and I miss her" and that's why all that happened while walking Eddie away from the idea that Shannon was the love of his life and he needs to hang on to it and push him towards Buck than it is to do anything else. I don't think Eddie is at a point where they can say he never loved Shannon and if they say Eddie is gay that is what people will hear. So keeping Eddie unlabeled is the ideal scenario for me. And the scenario I think the show has the best odds of pulling off considering this isn't a show about queer themes that goes deeply into the nuances of how gay men can love a woman that had a great impact in their life and still be gay.

I'm fully open to being wrong about this tho, Eddie saying he is straight does open a lot for that to be Chekhov's gun and Eddie eventually saying he is gay, and dear god, I just want him out, I don't care how anymore. There is an argument to be written for him to be gay, I just mostly hate the fandom discourse it will create since no one is normal about Shannon, and I don't trust the show to pull it off since they fumbled Buck's bi arc, so I believe we would all be safer with Eddie identifying as unlabeled.

[crimsonspring]

i have an idea for zayne,,,, so, as someone who is genuinely terrified of needles (like, even seeing one makes me nauseous) how would he react to that when MC/reader has to get their annual vaccinations or bloodwork ? like, bc we've only been seeing him for 6 (?) months at the beginning of the story. how would he react to finding this out ? like how would he help walk us through it and comfort us n stuff ? idk when i imagine it, it feels like it could be super fluffy and comforting

a/n: my angel love.. i'm so so sorry that this took so long for me to complete!!!! but i want to thank you soooo much for my first ever request!!!! hehehe i hope you like it :-)

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“Hey, are you alright?”

Wait — how did she get in this position again? The only sensation she feels in her legs are the trembles in her calves, and she’s almost certain that she’s starting to taste bile at the back of her throat. At any other moment, the amount of strength she’s putting into remaining calm right now would be sufficient to put down at least three wanderers. 

Yet, here she is, barely registering what Zayne is saying as she eyes the needle in his gloved hand in fear. 

She was perfectly healthy just a couple moments ago, Zayne swears. Lively as can be she always was, with the most perfect shade of crimson painting her cheeks when she kissed him hello. Sure, it had been a hectic morning for the doctor, and this is considered yet another appointment but Zayne sees this almost as a reward. He walked with a different spring in his steps today, knowing his fifth patient of the day is the same person who has cured the deepest wounds in his soul within the short couple months they’ve been together. The appointment today isn’t meant to be anything serious, just a simple vaccination - one that he’d administered about a hundred different times already (and he hasn’t even poked her with the needle yet) so it concerns him when she’s already losing the warmth in her skin. 

“You’re pale,” Zayne states as a matter of fact, a crease in between his brows as he walks from behind his desk to kneel in front of her so that he is able to take a closer look at her. He then pauses, drifts his gaze back to the needle in his hand, then back to her. He makes a calculated assumption - the way she lost the colour in her face as soon as he held up the prepped syringe, a sharp needle poking out at the end of it, all ready to prick into her skin. His girlfriend is afraid of needles.

He pauses, then decides to take a different approach – one that is usually reserved for his younger patients. “Hey,” he says again, his voice now even gentler than before as his gloved hand takes her chin so that she’d look at him, stealing her attention from the sharp object. His other hand then is hidden behind his back and out of her view completely. “Remember the new cafe that just opened a couple minutes from the hospital?” He asks, smiling kindly to her, determined to keep her mind at bay. “I managed to take a peek at the menu. Don’t worry, I didn’t try anything. Promised you we’d try it out together, didn’t we?” 

Her face is still anxiety ridden, but she affords a raised brow at his question which she then nods to. Weakly, she replies, “What do they have?” The words are forced out against the lump in her throat.

“Well, they have your usual selection of pastries. But I also saw that they make Stawberry Matcha Lattes too. Greyson would not stop talking about it, I’m quite intrigued, if I’m being honest. ” He chuckles, rubbing his free hand to massage the shoulder of her bare arm that had previously already been prepped and sanitised for the injection. 

This causes her eyes to stray from his kind and smiling face, but he simply calls for attention back. “Na-uh, look at me, pretty girl. Can you do that?” And when she does, he praises her. “Good girl. Now, can you tell me about your plans tomorrow morning? Would you be able to squeeze in a lunch with me? We can visit the cafe together, if so.” He sees her begin to think of her plan tomorrow, recalling whatever occasion she may have had tomorrow reserved for. “I do have to meet Tara tomorrow morning to return the book I’d borrowed, but I reckon I’d be done before eleven.. Captain Jenna says there might be a meeting for the reported cases of Wanderers in the other city but I think if she doesn’t confirm by today, it would be cancelled - Ow, Zayne!”

In the midst of her recalling her plans, he’d taken her distraction as an opportunity to finally administer the injection. Again, it wasn’t that thick of a needle, so he knew it would not be as painful as she had been scared it would be. Within two seconds, he has a Snowman-themed plaster bandaging the tiny wound. 

“All done, you did very well, my love.” He smiles, pressing a kiss to her temple as he finally stands up. “I even gave you a plaster from my special collection.” His grin only grows, knowing well it came from the pack of plasters she had gifted him. He thought it was overwhelmingly endearing, knowing well that he would never be scant of bandages (given his occupation and all) but she so carefully picked a pack one out for him — said the design of snowmen and flowers reminded her of him. 

“Oh,” was all that she could simply say, mouth slightly agape as she looked at her bandaged arm. “It’s done?” She asks, looking up at the standing doctor as she remains seated, finally feeling the sensation of her legs again. He chuckles, finding his heart double in size at the relief in her child-like innocent eyes. “Yes, all done.” He simply cannot resist planting another kiss on her head. “

So, I assume you’ll be able to make it to our brunch date tomorrow then?” His hands, now already rid of the gloves, cradles her face as she looks up at him. The giggle that escapes her causes his hold to tighten ever so slightly, a love struck look in his green eyes. “Anything for my favourite doctor.” She kisses the palm of his hand. “Thank you for sharing your special plasters with me, baby.”

“Anything for my favourite patient.”

[scientificwitchry]

Explaining & Exploring Caleb's Behavior in Homecoming Wings

This contains spoilers for what happened in Caleb's Homecoming Wings main story update, especially Night Unending so I'd suggest finishing reading it before reading this because this is just me talking about Homecoming Wings.

Before I begin, if you dislike Caleb that is completely your right. If Caleb upsets you that is completely fine. Additionally, this also isn't a justification because let's be real even though as far as yandere's go I don't personally find him that intense he was acting pretty crazy in his main story. Also wanna add that nobody owes Caleb like understanding of his character at all if it's that bad for you. This isn't being written with the intention to change minds or that you have to suddenly like Caleb cause of it. I'm just really obsessed with this man.

I mainly just wanna add more nuance to the topic of Caleb a bit? Because while he is and was certainly unhinged I don't like the idea of people labeling his behavior as him doing crazy stuff just for crazy sake or purely because he's a red flag. Because to reiterate he is def a red flag and more than a bit unhinged but he isn't ONLY that and I don't believe his behavior is based solely on being that but a myriad of things.

For instance, the most problematic and controversial moment in the main story is when Caleb gives MC medicine which results in her soon after noting drowsiness. Many people are of the opinion that Caleb purposely drugged MC, some think it was an act especially ill-intentioned. I personally believe it was not as malicious as it came off considering MC was indeed sick and the cold medicine she took helped. But it's also implied that Caleb gave her the medicine knowing that it would make her drowsy. Anyway, I'm not going to debate whether it's right or not.

Rather, I am more interested in the reasoning. That reasoning is simply that Skyhaven is highly dangerous. Throughout the main story, I can think of at least two incidents in which MC finds herself in danger. The first is with Viper who in the story attacks MC. While MC obviously manages to at least fend off Viper she still struggles and it ends up being Caleb who saves her.

This of course makes sense to me because MC is first and foremost a hunter. She's trained to fight wanderers, not what sounds to be experiments meant to serve as weapons considering Viper is either quite obviously a cyborg or made to some extent of machine.

The second is when MC manages to chip and track Caleb and follows him to the Farspace Fleets clean-up. Which MC finds out is actually them getting rid of ridhuman-turned-wanderers (from what is implied to be unethical experiments). She gets attacked by a bunch of wanderers, injuring her knee but is yet again saved by Caleb.

What I mean to say isn't that MC is somehow defenseless but rather she is completely out of her depths with Skyhaven. It's not a lawless land like the N109 zone rather it is a strict place to the point it exudes almost a sort of oppressive feeling. Crazy, messed up stuffis clearly going on there that MC has only begun to unravel, and will perhaps never truly grasp. Of course, this is not her fault as Caleb is stubbornly insistent on being secretive and won't tell her. Though the "won't" is closer to a can't (due to circumstances even we the players have yet to be fully aware of other than what the game seems to imply).

Where I'm going with this is not only is Skyhaven much more dangerous than N109 zone but on top of that realistically speaking compared to Sylus, Caleb is pretty much powerless. His role is that of a pawn and he has much power as is desired of his role. Sure he can order and boss people around as Colonel but what good is any of that when he lacks the true power needed to protect MC?

It's already clear that the professor that Caleb is implied to have made a deal with in order to protect MC has his sights set on her. Even more by how Kevi who was "saved" by the Farspace Fleet ended up becoming a part of this professor's "family" suspiciously including Viper and a seemingly present Caleb it seems that the Farspace Fleet and this professor is connected. I don't think it would be a stretch to presume based off of this that it's all connected to the Ever MC is looking into.

Considering all of this, what can Caleb, a pawn meant to be eventually cast aside for a better piece do to protect MC when his power is so limited? The answer is, of course, to hide her. Which is why on several occasions in the story he restricts her movement (by locking her up). He obstructs her goals on several occasions not because he's a red flag but rather because he knows every goal she intends to complete will put her under the radar of the exact people who will hurt her, and who he wants her hidden from.

Which is why he even gives her that cold medicine likely knowing it'll make her drowsy because if MC was actually successful in her attempts in rescuing Kevi from the fleet's grasp (and by extension the professor's and possibly Ever's) then she would be put be in deep waters. Everything Caleb does is so seemingly in order to protect MC even if it means being in misery and pain, even if it means upsetting MC, even if it means the only person in this world he cares about ends up despising him. To Caleb, none of that matters if she's safe.

However, Caleb is completely powerless, defenseless, and weak under the authoritarian (and so far mysterious) system of Skyhaven so his only option is to play the villain to keep her safe as otherwise means to let her get hurt.

Because of all this, I even personally believe that Caleb is more overprotective than he is possessive. It's just that it wraps back around to being possessive. It's a lot more than just him loving her, than him wanting her to be his but that he believes that despite his powerlessness that he is the only one who can protect MC. That the only way MC can be safe is with him. This is purely because Caleb has been playing the role of MC's protector, her shining knight in armor for so long that it's deeply entrenched in his identity. He cannot imagine himself living life as anything but someone who protects MC. In fact, I'm of the opinion he believes his only purpose is to protect MC and keep her safe. The only thing that keeps Caleb alive and somewhat sane is this role he clings to desperately. Not because that is what he is but rather it and MC is all he has left. Without it, he is nothing. So perhaps, in this regard despite how much Caleb tries to convince MC, it is he who needs her the most rather than vice versa.

MC can survive without being his princess just fine. Rather, MC even doesn't have the slightest desire to play the princess role Caleb seems to want her to. Her consistently communicating to Caleb the sentiment of "I don't need you" is exactly that. It's not just her refusal to play the role of a princess, not just her denial of Caleb's role as a protector but a rejection of him entirely because even as MC's gege he has only existed as a protector to her. She might as well have just told Caleb "I hate you" which is why I believe after hearing it he almost always seems to snap. He doesn't see it as an assertion of MC's independence (which I personally do) but as MC wholly, entirely rejecting him. Since what even is his purpose if he can't protect MC? What's his purpose if she doesn't need him like he's always needed her? What's the point of having lived and suffered all the way up until now if MC doesn't need his protection?

I feel like a lot of his behavior in Homecoming Wings, especially in Night Unending can be explained simply by this. Caleb's only role, his only purpose is to keep MC safe. Even in the nearing end of Captive Bird where his snapping is less about his role as protector and more about his deep feelings towards MC and his role as her family and MCs albeit understandable insistence on imposing it, he still clings to that role of protector. He still obsessively talks about protecting her, about keeping her safe because again, that is the only purpose and role Caleb has known his entire life so that role is as connected to his feelings as anything else. Ironically enough, despite him resenting the role of being MCs gege he still retains an identity of it.

[anjee0]

Road trip

Female!reader x 2000s!Eminem (Feel free to put in your own oc insert)

Description - Y/n and her friends get invited by Marshall's and his friends for a road trip, where things take an unexpected twist between Y/n and Marshall.

Warnings - Light swearing, Y/n and Marshall hated each other, awkward and tense scenes, light smut.

Requested by @sweetmusicvoid

i thought it might be neat to have some sort of friend group where the reader and marsh are kind of enemies, and the group is going on a road trip together. but she’s forced to sit on his lap in this trailer that’s attached to the car. tension, light smut, etc. anyway, it was just a thought :)

“Y/n, please!” Carla begged as she tried to pull Y/n out of her bed.

“Please! It'll be fun!” Ashley exclaimed, also trying to pull Y/n out.

“Girls, I already said no. Especially if Marshall is going to be there.” Y/n replied, adding a dramatic scoff to the end of her sentence.

Y/n and Marshall hated each other's guts for as long as they could both remember. Something about his cocky attitude and bursting ego made her see him solely as an unlikeable person. And now that he had become famous, selling over a million records on his latest album, his attitude and ego only continued to inflate.

However, Y/n's friends and Marshall's friends were close with each other, meaning that the pair would see each other quite frequently. Him and his friends planned on going on a car ride with a trailer attached to the back. They'd also decided to invite Y/n and her friends.

“You know, for someone who hates Marshall, you seem to talk about him a lot.” Carla teased.

Ashley smirked, wanting to join in on the bantering fun. “And I see the way you both look at each other. Especially Marshall.”

“Oh my gosh. Guys, seriously, you sound like little kids. I don’t like him like that. I don’t like him at all.”

“Whatever you say.” Carla joked.

“And what's so fun about going on a car ride with a trailer attached to the back? Like what do we do?” Y/n asked.

“Well, we're going to drive to a quiet place first, then we're gonna hang out in the trailer. Have some drinks, eat some food and so on.” Ashley said.

“Hang out in a trailer? All 6 of us?” Y/n questioned.

“Yes.” Carla replied. “I know it sounds boring but it's going to be great!”

“Is drinking in a cramped space with 6 people a good idea?” Y/n asked.

“The trailer’s not that small. Remember, the guys are super rich so they were able to get their hands on quite a big trailer.” Ashley said.

“Y/n, please. It’ll be so worth it.” Carla pleaded.

“I still don't believe you but I guess I'll go then.” Y/n said, reluctantly giving in.

Carla and Ashley whooped cheerily as they jumped onto the bed with Y/n, happy to know that she was tagging along.

“But I'm ignoring Marshall.”

“Ignore Marshall all you want, we're just glad to hear you're coming. Alright, get changed.” Ashley said.

Y/n got changed into a mini black dress where the hemline sat just right on her upper thigh. It was decorated with small ruffles and tied with silky white ribbons in the back. She got changed into a shiny and stunning— yet comfortable pair of black boots. To top it off, she wore her hair in a half-up half-down, bringing her outfit all together.

A while later, Denaun, Proof and Marshall pulled up in front of Y/n’s house in their car. Denaun honked the horn repeatedly, letting the girls know that they were outside. The girls wasted no time rushing outside and opening the car door to let themselves in. Denaun and Proof sat in the front, whilst Marshall sat in the back. A grey medium-sized trailer was attached to the back. Y/n still had her doubts on how spacious it could be.

“Hey ladies.” Denaun greeted. “Are we ready to go?”

“Sure are.” Carla replied as she got in the car, sliding herself next to Marshall. 

Ashley followed up after her, filling up the seats in the backseat. Y/n caught a flash of a cocky smirk on Marshall’s face.

“Uh oh. Seats are filled up. You can stay back at home.” Marshall teased.

“Fuck you Marshall.” Y/n retorted. “Can you guys move up please?” She asked her friends.

Without any hesitation, Carla and Ashely moved up as much they could, only leaving a sliver of space for Y/n to sit on. She had a moment of hesitation before she sat down and closed the door. She'd have to admit, she felt awfully uncomfortable. Her body felt sandwiched between the car door and Ashely. The space felt tight, just like her chest as she struggled to take a proper breath.

“Jeez, how tiny is your car?” Carla asked. “I'm suffocating here.”

“Guess there's not enough space for 4 people.” Y/n muttered.

“What do we do?” Ashley asked.

“One of you can sit on my lap.” Marshall suggested with a smug look on his face.

“Wow Marshall. Honestly I'm not surprised, being the guy you are, of course you would suggest-” Y/n started to ramble.

“Chill, Y/n. I don't want you sitting on my lap. I was talking to Ashley and Carla.” He interrupted.

Y/n scoffed and muttered a small “Whatever” under her breath as she rolled her eyes. She couldn't help but feel a bolt of jealousy to strike in her system. She immediately shook her head of those thoughts, convincing herself that she wasn't jealous.

“I'll pass.” Carla said.

“Same here.” Ashley replied.

“Well, we're gonna have to figure something out.” Proof said. “And you'll have to do it quickly.”

“Well I guess Y/n sitting on my lap doesn't sound like a nightmare.” Marshall mumbled, but still loud enough for everyone to hear.

“No way.” Y/n replied, feeling disgusted at the thought of even going near him.

Ashley leaned into Y/n's ear and softly whispered. “You're our only chance.”

“I am not sitting on his lap.”

“Y/n please?” Carla pleaded. “We will leave you alone after this.”

Y/n sighed, accepting her defeat and reluctantly giving in. “Fine whatever. But you guys owe me.”

Carla and Ashley immediately thanked her as she got out of the car and went to the other side. Y/n opened the door and gave a disappointed look to Marshall, who looked smugly thrilled.

“Hurry up, princess.” Marshall said with a dumb smirk on his face.

“Don't call me that.” Y/n replied sharply, making her way into his lap.

As Y/n sat on his lap, she felt a strange feeling brewing in her stomach, it only continued to rise when he put his arms around her waist.

“You don't have to do that.” She said, taking his arms off her.

“But you don't have a seat belt.” Marshall replied.

“So you're trying to be my seat belt?”

“Pretty much.”

“I'm fine.”

“Whatever you want.”

Moments later, the car started up and they were all driving off. Conversations emerged from the group as the car drive progressed. Y/n would put her two cents in every now and then, but would spend most her time listening.

During the car ride, Y/n could feel Marshall's eyes boring into the back of her skull. She could feel his eyes wandering all over the back of her head, probably pulling off a smirk.

Suddenly, the car hit a sudden stop, making everyone fall forward. As Y/n tumbled forward, she could see she was about to hit her face on the headrest in front of her. But before that could happen, Marshall wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back to prevent any damage. Her back rested against his chest, his arms still around her. Luckily, everyone had their seatbelts on to prevent anything bad. 

“Shit. Is everyone okay?” Denaun asked, looking back.

“What was up with the sudden break?” Proof asked.

“Saw a cat run across the street.”

Y/n let go of Marshall's hold and sat up properly, fixing herself up. Marshall leaned forward slightly and whispered in her ear: “Are you okay?” His hot breath tickled against her skin, gliding down her neck. 

Y/n felt a strange airy feeling in her chest and stomach as she tried to keep her composure. “I'm fine.” She responded.

For the rest of the car ride, Marshall had his arms around her, holding her close. Y/n felt a sense of comfort and reassurance in his touch, something she would've never expected.

Eventually, the car stopped in the middle of a field, surrounded by a deep woods. Y/n stepped out of the car, feeling relieved. The sky was dark and littered with twinkling stars. 

“Yo there's a pizza place nearby here. We should head there. It's walking distance.” Proof said.

“Alright, let's go then.” Carla said.

“I'll stay here.” Y/n said.

“Are you sure?” Ashley asked.

“Yeah, I'm kinda tired. I might just rest in the trailer then.”

“Let me open it for you.” Denaun said. He took his keys out of his pocket and fiddled around looking for the correct key. He finally found the correct one and put the key in the door to unlock it.

Y/n thanked him before stepping in and closing the door behind her. A wave of shock hit her when she saw the inside of the trailer. It was spacious and definitely had the capacity to fit 6 people in. The outside definitely gave it an different impression. There was at the door at the end that led to a cosy looking bedroom. There were two beds on both sides, making the bedroom a bit cramped, but still cosy.

Y/n threw her shoes off and belly flopped onto the bed. Her head hit the soft cushiony pillows that brought her comfort. The thick blanket felt warm against her cold body. She relaxed against the bed, feeling calm and steady. She basked herself in tranquil atmosphere that surrounded her.

The moment was quickly interrupted when the door swung wide open, ruining the peacefulness. When Y/n looked up, she was confused to see Marshall standing at the door, looking at her with the same confused expression.

“What are you doing here?” She mumbled, sitting up.

“I'm tired so I said I'd go rest. They didn't tell me you were in here.” 

“Well I'm tired too.”

Marshall sat on the bed across from her and leaned against the wall with his knees up. He sighed and rested his arms on his knees whilst he dropped his head down.

“Whats up with you?” Y/n asked.

“Nothing. Just tired is all. Working on the next album.”

“Already? Didn't you come out with one recently?”

“Yeah I know-”

“If I were you, I would try to appreciate the moment, instead of working my ass non-stop.”

“Don't tell me what to do.” 

Y/n chuckled and shook her head. “You know I'm right, asshole.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes before Marshall lifted his head and decided to speak up. “Why do you hate me so much?”

“Well, because you're annoying.” 

“Yeah right.”

“What?”

“You like me, don't you?”

“Excuse me?” 

“You like me. Romantically.”

Y/n scoffed, feeling a spike of annoyance in her blood. “Listen, Marshall. Just because you're famous now and you have a bunch of groupies jumping on you, doesn't mean that every girl that looks at you likes you. Especially me.”

She got off the bed and made her way to the door, only for Marshall to grab her hand, stopping her. Y/n turned to look at him, immediately noticing the realness in his eyes.

“Sit. Please.” He asked, his voice firm.

Something about his serious tone made Y/n give in and sit next to him. His hand let go of hers.

“You know I was just messing around right?” He went back to resting against the wall. “I was just teasing.”

“Right, is that why you stopped me from leaving? To tell me that?”

“Mhm.”

A moment of silence and hesitation hung in the air between them. Y/n looked around, trying to escape the awkwardness surrounding her in the room. 

They had a quick second of eye contact, in which Y/n was able to take a proper look at Marshall’s face. His eyes looked drained from any emotion, and looked hollow and empty of any feelings. His lips were lightly pressed into a small frown.

“Are you okay?” Y/n asked.

“I'm fine.”

“You seem off.”

“Just stressed.”

“From work?”

“Yeah.”

“Then why don't you take a break?”

“It's not that easy.”

“Maybe you need some to help you take your mind off it.”

“That's what this is for. Proof and Denaun were concerned I was overworking myself.”

“Maybe you are.”

“Maybe I am.”

Another beat of silence quickened in the air, although quick, it was slow enough to let tension build up even more.

“And you?” Marshall asked. “How are you doing?”

Y/n sighed and leaned against the wall next to Marshall. “I'm stressed with work too. My boss is driving me nuts.”

Marshall let out a quiet chuckle. “It can be like that. Maybe you need something to help take your mind off it too.”

“Maybe I do. But nothing ever works.”

“This is.”

“What is?”

“This. Us talking. It's nice to have a moment like this when we're not at each other's throats.”

“That is true. Very true.” Y/n smiled to herself, realising how tranquil the conversation was between them, the complete opposite to their many ones in the past.

“That dress looks nice on you.” Marshall mumbled.

“Sorry?” Y/n had to double check that she heard him correctly.

“The dress looks nice on you.”

“Oh.. thanks.” Y/n replied, still trying to process the moment.

“What, do you not believe me?”

“No, I do. It's just, I never would've expected that from you.”

Marshall let out a small hum in response.

“I know I said I hated it, but I think the blonde hair suits you.” Y/n said.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” She kissed her teeth and nodded slowly. “It's uh… cute.”

They both turned their heads to look at each other, making eye contact. This time, they didn't turn away in a second or disrupt the moment. Instead, they let it grow. The tension between them reached a high point, to which it grew thicker and thicker. Like a rope, attached to the both of them, bringing them closer and closer to each other.

As the distance between them shrunk, Y/n glanced at Marshall’s lips. She took notice of how soft and pink they were. And in that moment, the space between them closed, letting their lips touch. She brought her hand to the back of Marshall's neck, bringing him closer to seal the kiss.

Marshall placed his hands on Y/n's hips and moved her closer to him, placing her in his lap. As the kiss continued, with each second, they both realised that this wasn't a useless kiss that was empty of emotion. But rather, fill to the brim with sparks and feelings. They pulled away, intensely looking at each other, unable to take their gaze away. 

“Do- do you wanna carry on?” Y/n asked shyly, her voice quiet.

“Yeah. I'd like that. It'll be a while till they come back.” Marshall replied, his voice sounding eager.

Immediately after that response, they pulled in for another kiss. This time, there was desire and passion behind it. Marshall pulled the hem of Y/n's dress, asking permission to take it off. She took it off in an instant, leaving her in her lingerie.

Marshall pulled away to take a look at Y/n, admiring her. His eyes travelled along her body, taking in her curves and perfect figure. 

“Gosh, you're beautiful.” He murmured.

She couldn't help but smile as a deep splash of pink reached her face from the flattery of Marshall's compliment. The next few minutes were a blur, clothes came off in quick seconds and were tossed onto the floor.

Marshall kissed along Y/n's neck, murmuring a string of sentences under his breath as he laid her down on the bed. He cupped her breasts and massaged them softly in circles, watching with intent as Y/n squirmed under him.

“I need you Marshall.” She said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Marshall inserted himself into her, letting out a guttural groan from the pleasure. He started moving, first slow and steady rolls with soft pressure that soon turned into fast and hard thrusts, each letting a ripple of arousal through Y/n.

His dick moved against her velvety walls in smooth and quick motions. Y/n's airy moans and Marshall's throaty groans mixed with the sounds of their skin slapping against each other and the bed creaking. The temperature in the room increased, as their faces became more flushed and sweaty.

With one last thrust, Marshall came inside, letting his hot, thick spurts of white string squirt into Y/n and coat her walls. She let out a loud and pleasant moan as her eyes rolled back to the back of her skull, being overdriven from the delightful feeling. Marshall collapsed on top of her, his weight mode comforting than crushing.

“Wow… I really… needed that.” Y/n whispered, taking breaths in between her words.

“Gosh…yeah.” Marshall replied softly into her ear.

They stayed close to each other for a minute two, basking in the sweet moment between them as they tried to catch their breaths. That, however, was quickly stopped when the muffled voices of the rest of the group were heard outside, coming back with the pizza.

“Shit, they're back.” Marshall said as he got off from Y/n.

She wished he could stay on her for longer but she knew she couldn't risk letting her friends see her like this. The pair scrambled to put their clothes back on and fix themselves up before the group returned. They heard the door to the trailer clock open, Y/n decided to quickly jump over to the bed opposite.

The door to the bedroom swung open, revealing the group holding their pizza boxes. 

“Who's hungry? We've got pizza!” Proof exclaimed.

“Everything okay?” Ashley asked.

“Yeah, yeah. We're fine. I just took a nap.” Y/n responded.

“Huh, well we're gonna have pizza outside. Come join us when you're ready.” Carla said.

And with that, the group left the room, closing the door behind them as they went outside, ready to start their pizza feast.

“Well, we should probably go eat then.” Y/n said.

“Y/n. I like you.” Marshall said, his voice barely audible and gentle.

In that moment, Y/n felt a mix of emotions bubbling inside of her. Confusion, shock and surprisingly a sense of happiness and relief too.

“You like me?” Y/n asked, her voice matching the gentle tone in Marshall's voice.

“I have for a while. I didn't know how to approach you with it since you hated me.”

Y/n felt a twist of guilt in her veins as she listened to Marshall. She sat on his bed and looked at him with intent, showing him that she was ready to listen and talk.

“I can't deny that what we just did definitely brought out some chemistry between us.” Y/n said. “I'd be an idiot to ignore it.”

“Are you saying that we should try… us? Like, us being a thing?” 

“We should. If that's something we're comfortable and ready for.”

“I am. Are you?”

“I am too.”

“Well then that's settled.”

“And if it doesn't work out, let's just try being friends then.”

“Yeah. That sounds good.”

Y/n placed a tender kiss on Marshall’s forehead before sharing a soft and warm smile with him. “Come on, let's go eat.”

A/N: Finally got this request finished! Hopefully you enjoyed it :))

[patchworkcuddlebug]

The Doll In My Brain

Allison wakes up, feeling well rested. She's still in the doll's uniform, a simple yet elegant maid outfit, as she finds herself politely sat at the edge of her bed. It's perfectly made, and the rest of her room looks immaculately tidied as well.

She stands and stretches her body as her grogginess slowly fades, and as the first part of her morning routine, checks the whiteboard on her desk. "This one has finished our chores earlier than expected, Miss." it writes in a handwriting much better than hers. "It has decided to spend the rest of the night still, to rest our body. It hopes that is acceptable."

Allison grabs the nearby marker, erasing the message with the wipe that the doll so graciously provided. "Thanks again for all your hard work! I feel great this morning. You're a very good doll."

Wishing her doll nothing but satisfaction, Allison begins to change into something much more befitting of a person. Once it tried asking the doll to select outfits for her as part of its nightly routine, but the poor thing doesn't seem to understand fashion all too well if it isn't playing a game of dress-up.

. . . . .

Allison inspects the cucumber closely. She's already collected everything on her list, and is now filling out the doll's list. It took the poor thing a while to build the courage to ask for food, and she wants to do her best to make it happy. She just isn't sure what counts as a "good cucumber" or not.

It's been a conversation in the past. Dolls aren't really supposed to feel hunger, they usually just subsist on tea and magic and the will of their witch. But while constrained to her body, her doll feels the need to care for it as it would a witch, and that includes preparing meals for her. While Allison usually makes herself something best described as "sufficiently caloric", her doll enjoys the act of service too much to simply fuel her rather than nourish her.

"Excuse me, do you work here?"

Allison turns to see an older man, supporting himself on the handle of his cart. She looks down and notices she's wearing a colour a bit too similar to the employee's apron. He continues before she can speak up, asking "I'm having trouble finding the instant mashed potatoes."

He turns and leaves, packets in hand.

Allison blinks, looking around. She's in a completely different aisle. She shakes her head, trying to free herself from the remnants of her haze of docile obedience. Nobody's looking at her, so it seems like the doll didn't do anything a person shouldn't do. It even remembered not to leave her... their? Purse in the cart that time. What a good doll, she thinks to herself, promising to add an extra thank-you to the whiteboard.

. . . . .

Allison sighs as she places her second, and last, grocery bag on the kitchen counter. It wasn't unmanageable, but lugging the food up to her complex's top floor never got easier. Maybe once the temperature wasn't such an issue, she could leave it in her car and ask the doll to fetch it for her... but that would require her body to venture outside, with the doll's uniform and mannerisms. Even under the cover of night, the idea was mortifying.

As she unpacks, her train of thought continues. She wonders if the doll feels the same way about her, if it ever finds itself concerned with how she acts in its body. She's sure it couldn't mind, she couldn't imagine a doll that would dare. Well, now she just hopes the poor thing doesn't feel to bad about borrowing her body...

She's been standing in the kitchen for a while, borrowing the doll's stillness. The food has been put away some time ago.

Regardless, Allison feels the need to check. Sure enough, everything is filed away with an almost mechanical consistence, including the canned soup being alphabetized.

Thank you, doll, she thinks to herself, just in case it can hear her. Part of her laments not doing the work herself, but she cuts herself off before getting caught in the weeds of defining what constitutes 'herself' considering the circumstances.

As a habit, having regained control, she checks the doll's chore list. As reliable as it is, it can forget to keep track of chores it does when it's 'off the clock' during the day. She crosses off "Organizing" and shuffles to the couch, eager to relax.

. . . . .

Allison slowly drifts awake. She looks down at the floor, past the doll's outfit, and sees tea spilled on the kitchen's tile. She quickly figures that she must have passed out on the couch... and that her doll must have felt so emotional about spilling its drink it had to take a break. She can still feel the anxiety in her body, the seizing of muscles and the hastened breathing.

The first thing she does is retreat into her room, grabbing a marker and sticky note. Returning to the scene, she places it on the cabinet just next to the spill, somewhere the doll would surely see it. "It's okay, don't feel bad!" she writes. "It was just a mistake, everyone makes them. I'm more than happy to help out."

There, only now can she risk starting to clean. She places the unharmed mug on the counter, getting on her knees to wipe the spill with a nearby rag. It isn't long before that familiar fade starts to threaten to overtake her, the soothing repetition of her task lulling her to sleep and coaxing the doll back into place.

Her last act for the night, with what willpower her personality had the presence to muster, was to smile as bright as she could. Hopefully, when the doll came back, it would be just a little happier.

[regret-with-a-u]

Absolute Batman has blown me away. It's been too long since I ever felt like this. My heart is pumping with exciment and my skin is crawling with anticipation.

They finally managed to make an au of Bruce that still is him in his core.

I loved all absolute variants that came out and I'm shitting rainbows waiting for my boy Wally. But I want to focus on something that makes me lose my fucking mind.

There is a "Red Hood" gang in the story, and we all know the og red hood, we do... BUT! I have au ideas <3

what if all the other Robins are also their own character, and they will meet with the Batman later.

What if instead of his sons, they are going to be his lil anoying ass brothers? And sisters??

I don't have the all the connections yet but I have been making myself go crazy with ideas:

As we know Bruce is 2004 - 24 year old. (Cursed Cursed, Cursed)

Dick Grayson - Owlman - 21

After his parents death it was the court that got a hold of him. Bruce was still an angsty teenager when this happened.

later after meeting with the Bat and becoming his own person he becomes the first real Robin of Gotham.

Im gonna also add Wally situation onto him too. I love myself some good ol' birdflash lol.

Jason Todd - Leader of the Red Hood gang - 18 (people think he is 24, voice moderator)

After growing up in crime alley and dealing with abuse all his childhood he grows up to be the red hood, a gang focuses on lowering crime around the city. Trying to take care of each other.

I hadn't thought more about Jason yet, was focused too much on Dick. But I am thinking about Dick as owlman had an another kid with him growing up, and then later helped him escape.

Jason as ex talon could be cool ¯\_( ツ )_/¯

Ps. I aalso would love to see Jason becoming a Bat, "Blood Bat" some people are calling him "Blood Bath" because of the carnage he leaves behind. Maybe I can do that while under the red hood tomfuckery is happening?? Man.

Tim Drake - Don't have a hero name yet lol - 15

Growing up Tim doesn't has any heroes to look up, so he decides to step up himself. No matter what universe he can't help himself to help people.

so using his tech abilities, his stalker ass and his detective skills that came with birth he starts selling out info to police, hood, unknowingly to the owl and knowingly to the bat.

the second Bruce comes in the picture Tim can't sit still. He needs to find out everything. Then he decides to help him. Like how Barbara goes around as Oracle. But I need Tim to be able to fight. Maybe later the killing joke would affect different people but for now I want younger Tim being literally crazy all over the place lol. For now I am side eyeing Selina LMAOOO

I aalso want TimKon but it's gonna be hard to pull it out yet so maybe they meet when Tim is 18-19?? Like with Birdflash, not childhood friends ¯\_( ツ )_/¯

Barbara Gordon - Batwoman - 26

She is a police officer in this universe, and she looks up at batman. I don't know how much younger she is to Bruce. Maybe she is older. But I need her to just find Bruce in one of his safe houses and just straight up tells him "Imma join you <3"

Duke, Cassandra and Stephanie, I still don't have real ideas to put out yet for them. I want Duke to be still signal, Cass to be black bat and Stephanie as the Batgirl.

I don't even know what I will do with Kathy-

......Okay so now she is a he younger cousin and she is going to be Batgirl for a brief moment where Stephanie "dies" maybe maybe maybe. Hmmm. She can later get a different name??? Man the whole family tree is fucked <3

And my funniest idea:

Damian "Wayne - al Ghul" - Robin - 10

Hear me out! I want Damian to be NOT blood related to Bruce at all. He is the one who gets adopted in this story. And after everyone meets his angry ass they try to stop him becoming a vigilante. They fail.

And Dick gives the name Robin to him as he becomes Nightwing. At this point the DC trinity would have already made Absolute Justice League, meaning there would be time for Dick and Clark bonding <3

I just find the idea of Damian being adopted in this universe sweet. It doesn't matter to his blood, it never did, once a son always a son.

These are my ideas for now, I also have funny-angsty crossover ideas. Like Absolutely Robin!Dick meeting other Nightwing variants or their families.

"Fuck you mean Bruce is my father- WHY WAS I IN SPEEDO?!?"

"YOU CHOSE THAT!"

"AND YOU LET ME?!?"

Ehehehhe.

Anygays.

Too much ideas, too much potential. I needed to get this out here before we meet the Absolute Batfam and all my ideas flutter into the black hole that is my pc uwu.

What should I name this au? HMMMM-

[delta-drawsarts]

About my "To Save a Sister" comic

Howdy y'all, Delta here! And I'm here to talk about my "To Save a Sister" comic and the process it underwent during the 5 months since I started Part 1 back in September. (Before posting here ofc)

Originally, the comic was a sort of a spur of the moment thing. Mainly cuz I wanted to try drawing Clover running, and just have a "Clover sacrifices themselves to save a life" moment. When I returned to it in December to give it a bit of a fix-up (Yes, I know AU designs were not in Part 1 I was still work shopping them and was too lazy) before moving onto Part 2.

The story that goes through Part 2 didn't change much, but a few things did change the direction. Such as I was going to originally have Clover fall as if they just been dropped into the ocean or something, like those bubbles effects and what not. But it got scrapped cuz I couldn't figure out a way for it to work.

Next was the scene where Kanako was crying in Ceroba's arms while Chujin just stood silently over Clover's crushed body beneath the boulder. At first, I was going to have it play after the dust settled and Kanako see Clover trapped under the boulder, their head and upper torso would have been peaking out with no signs of life as blood pooled around where their body is beneath the boulder. And Kanako would be shaking them and telling them to wake up, but I felt it was too gruesome honestly. Same applies with Kanako's death, because as she's trying to wake up Clover another boulder would have fallen and killed her. But as you saw, I changed that to her visiting their grave before Flowey killed her for shits and giggles.

And I was gonna have Vengeance Clover shoot Reg. Clover and it was gonna fade from the void to their last save point. Like they were being pushed out It looked SO cool in my head, but I couldn't figure out how I wanted to do it :(

Part 3 was already set in stone. Clover uses the Dash to save Kanako, they get trapped, and have to wait for rescue. However, the part that came AFTER I workshopped two ideas. The one y'all saw was obviously one of them, but here's the scrapped version.

Kanako would start having a panic attack, and start melting.

Yep, that's right. Kanako would be a sort of semi-amalgamate, only revealing that when she's deeply distressed or sad. I had the idea implemented when I was originally writing United Bond that Chujin confessed about his secret experiments, before eventually scraping it when I did some rewriting. And the idea of Kanako being a semi-amalgamate stemmed that she and Ceroba were helping Chujin clear out the basement, since he no longer wishes to work on soul experiments. While Kanako was helping, and being curious rummaging through a box, she would accidentally stabbed her hand on a spare syringe that had the serum. (Chujin must have forgotten about it)

Now, nothing happened at first. But then she started spazzing out and melting, Ceroba sensing her distress zoomed to the basement with Chujin in tow. Chujin immediately took the syringe that Kanako dropped and just slammed it into a trash can, sealed it in a box, and shoved it away to destroy later. It took nearly 3 hours before Kanako finally calmed down and reformed back together. Ceroba suggested taking Kanako to Alphys, but Chujin managed to convince her not to, as at that point in the Underground, Alphys had done the DT experiments and went radio silent after messaging families their loved ones were awake. (Chujin is friends with one of these families and heard all about it.) So, he does not trust her to even give him and Ceroba even a fraction of their daughter's condition.

So, Kanako would continue living as a semi-amalgamate. The only other person to know this would be Starlo, who Ceroba had sworn him to secrecy to not tell anybody, even his parents.

It WOULD have been a unique idea though.

Continuing on, Clover would have to try and calm her down, and then they would by telling her about their sibling; Frisk. It ends the same way, but the in-between changed drastically.

[dobriy-nunciy]

I'm not sure if I should make that kind of assumption.

But personally, this issue makes me feel like there's an elephant in the room that's hard to ignore. At least there's a chance I'll be read to the end before being blocked 😶

When almost all of season 1 and all of season 2 is said about Adar being a father-father-father, somehow it's bad enough not to think about where the mother is then.

What follows is pure speculation and shaky assumptions. But I'd still like to voice them.

That he wanted children (and asked Sauron for them. Or Sauron guessed it) in itself doesn't strike me as odd. If I'm not mistaken, the Unfinished Tales say that the children of the elves are few in number, but very dear to them. From this we can conclude that the elves loved their children and probably loved children in general. Probably precisely in the sense of affection.

But Adar might have had some other, additional reasons connected with his life before falling to Morgoth. He may have had younger brothers or sisters that he was used to taking care of (think of Finrod and Galadriel at the very beginning). Perhaps he had a wife who was expecting a child....

Why couldn't he have children himself and why did he need Sauron's promises? Here, in my opinion, it is very simple. Adar was a prisoner. A captive is a being without freedom. And can do virtually nothing unless he is allowed/given/... to do so.

Even when he had already drunk the wine and the torture had stopped, even when he became Morgoth's lieutenant, I think his freedom of action was in some ways very tentative. Morgoth and Sauron are not the type to value and respect the freedom of others. Especially the freedom of those they considered beneath them in the hierarchy they had constructed.

The first assumption about the Uruk foremother is that she (they?) was a captive female elf. Who's to say that women couldn't have been among the thirteen to whom Morgoth promised power-over-blablabla?

I won't develop this idea further, it's enough that it doesn't seem to contradict the laws of nature of Arda and the versions about the origin of orcs.

The second assumption - perhaps the silliest, but somehow inevitable - Thuringwethil.

As far as I understand it, she's not so much a spawn of Morgoth or even Tolkien as she is of fandom. Not much is known about her except that she had the appearance of a bat, and that she had a name which is Luthien once called herself. There is no indication in the texts that she was Maya. But apparently the shortage of women in Angband was just becoming critical. Actually, I have everything here too, you don't have to go on.

And the third version, the worst.

Sauron.

I'll try to explain what I'm basing this on.

Sauron is not human. I guess we could say he's a spirit. As I understand it, he is a being for whom the body is not an integral part. This, in turn, is the basis for the assumption (not obvious in the texts, but used in Rings of Power) that he can create another body for himself. (Was there a woman riding in the wagon that the would-be Halbrand attacked?)

There is also a theory (I have a hard time judging its origin) that he can somehow inhabit another's body.

In both cases this could explain the appearance of children so unlike their father, flawed, rejected and unhappy.

...For whom the father had held himself responsible for millennia.

...Perhaps someone else in his place would have given up long ago and lived differently.

[thelaurenshippen]

Hey congrats on getting the book out there! I hope someone picks it up, because queer outlaw slowburn sounds like exactly what I want more of in this world

So here is a PILE OF QUESTIONS, pick your favorites or none at all.

Is there a random bit that you think is hilarious and want to show people because you're actually kind of proud of your joke?

Who's your favorite side character?

Hell, who are your main characters? Can you describe them in a sentence, as what kind of dog they'd be, and hill they'd die on in a modern AU where they're a redditor for some reason?

Is there something about your worldbuilding you really want to tell people about?

thank you thank you thank you!!! I personally totally agree that we need more queer outlaw slowburn in our lives and I'm more than happy to provide.

thank you so much for these questions!! I love them all and I'm going to answer all of them :)

this is such an interesting question because this book, in general, is not very funny. it's very much a dramatic pine-y angst-fest (with a HEA, don't worry) but the characters themselves have senses of humor and there's one exchange early on that I think is a good example of the particular way in which Tex is a little shit (yes he was cheating and yes, he almost immediately gets punched in the mouth for it)

oh this is easy--Etta is absolutely my favorite side character. she's twenty-six and already totally washed up--a former vaudeville performer who's stuck in Desperate Hollow and drinks too much. she's still kind of hung up on her old girlfriend and I have a whole sequel mapped out about her and said old girlfriend coming to her for help after being robbed. Etta acts really tough and spends most of her time harassing Sawyer like a little sister, but she's a total softie deep down.

oh gosh, how to describe these characters succinctly. in a meme way, I think of them as Tex "I'm sorry my love language is acts of service and all I know how to do is kill" Bullock and Sawyer "I wish the blood in my mouth was yours" Watson.

Tex is a total construct of a man (he chose his own name) but at some point the construct became real--he's killed a lot of people, left a trail of lovers in his wake, and still has a huge bounty on his head. he's known as the unholy terror of the west but literally all he wants to do is talk about novels and also be Sawyer's guard dog. orphaned at 8 years old, his biggest fear is being left.

Sawyer is exactly who he is at all times and no one can do anything to change that. despite being part of a notorious gang, he's got a very strong moral compass and the kind of confidence you want to follow. but his biggest fear is being given grave responsibility and fucking it up, which is part of why he has no idea what to do with Tex's devotion. he doesn't want Tex to be his guard dog, he wants the two of them to just be safe and happy but he's also thinks he's deeply undeserving of happiness.

Tex would get on reddit and argue with people about how they're interpreting literature. Sawyer would stay as far away from the internet as possible, but would be standing over Tex's shoulder and telling him how better to write his arguments

oh gosh, world building is such an interesting question in this particular instance because it's not historically accurate, but the setting is meant to feel historically placed. so a lot of my world building was ripped from reality. that said, one of the things that's very true to life in that time is that neither Sawyer nor Tex would have had very much. so what they choose to keep and carry with them, what they have to repair, what they spend their money on...it's all building the world. they also have a shared symbol they use for "blind post offices" (aka, spots where people would leave things to get later or to communicate secretly) and that symbol comes up in lots of good and painful ways

[lunarharp]

fwee top 5 things i had fun with this year :-)

[st4rstudent]

i feel somewhat responsible for this, even if i’m not the one saying these things. I’m genuinely so sorry.

No need to apologize! It's not one singular person doing it and truth be told I don't think it's a large majority that thinks that (albeit the ones that do are quite vocal). I didn't mean to upset anyone or anything when complaining about it, I was just letting off some steam.

Having a yap session under the cut sorry I feel like rambling under your ask anon.

Admittedly, I do think there are reasonings for people thinking this way. A lot of the focus with Clash has been on the cogs, especially after the 1.3 update. Which I can't say I blame them! Managers were something new and exciting and (from what I can tell) really separated them from the other servers. I don't blame them for wanting to put focus on that because that was their thing. Alongside other things, but majorly when you hear Clash the managers are mentioned in someway shape or form. But as we all know, toons ended up taking the short stick from this. This isn't helped by the gameplay itself, being mainly a fetch-quest deal so you often only talk to npcs once or twice unless if they're repeated ones and the taskline wasn't entirely accessible on the wiki for a while (shoutout to the wiki maintainers. The taskline script is a savior). Which I'm quite excited to see if they deal with this issue with the rewrite. I imagine they will, but anyways. Social media posts would often contain more managers than toons, which I also believe they're starting to fix. And ontop of this, I believe most of the team in the early era of the sever is gone, so there's been some stuff lost in the change. So yeah, dialogue/writing has been kind of rocky. AGAIN- I am completely aware of the rewrite going on and I am not judging them harshly based off of their current state. I'm very appreciative of the fact that they took the time to listen and are focusing on trying to fix it up. And then there's also fandom mischaracterization- especially of the cogs. Forgive me for mentioning mischaracterization because normally I wouldn't really care (I've mischaracterized characters before..especially in my younger years. I think it's just a process of learning an having fun and I hate to limit anyone because of it). With that being said, there's a lot of baby-fying and coddling of the managers. Especially with those who have more 'sympathetic' stories (Misty, Chip, Winston specifically). Don't get me wrong, I like these characters and I can appreciate the story they're trying to tell, but I feel like so many people will hear their dialogue and then misplace their anger. People get mad at Bessie for trying to protect HER lighthouse or at the Elders for trying to keep YOTT safe (lets not forget Winston was there to brainwash toons). Yes, yes technically there would've been better ways to do it but consider this: The toons are scared. Their homes, stores, lives are being taken over by a big corporation that has more resources that they do. They don't have the privilege of waiting, seeing, and gathering. And then people forget that the company has such a huge role in both toons and cogs lives. If you're mad over the mistreatment of Misty or the fact that Winston is still in the dungeon, your anger should be directed at the company who doesn't care. I may be completely wrong in saying this, but I feel like the stories with almost all of the managers is a reflection of the company. The toons are only trying to protect themself and their environments and yet this seems to go forgotten when people start bashing them. And of course, I'd consider myself a toon guy so me saying all this and complaining may come off as "I HATE the cogs and everyone who posts only about them!" and for clarification that's not true. You all know how much I like that little brain thing. The cogs are interesting, their designs are fun, I don't blame people for liking them because I do too. I just wish that the thought process behind so many of these discussions wasn't so cog focused because I believe that this anger at the toons for, RIGHTFULLY, defending themselves helps push this mischaracterization of them as a whole. That they're mean, boring, unlikeable while the opposite is true. Yes there are some, what I'd consider, "filler" dialogue from the shopkeepers. This is just because of the gameplay. But there are some funny and cute moments with them if people would just listen and read.

Which also brings me into another point: people skip the dialogue. I've caught myself doing this before (on my first account. I have 4 accounts total, so I reread the dialogue on like 3 of them). But people will complain about lack of toon personalities while doing this. It's like reading through a comic book, only looking at the drawings, and then complaining because there "isn't a storyline". Luckily, there's been efforts to keep track of the dialogue on the wiki but I doubt a lot of people are going through and reading the entire script. It just feels very disingenuous to criticize the dialogue when you haven't even read it. Likewise, people don't seem to read the blogposts either. This is both from a dialogue aspect and from an update aspect (people continuously asking about hammerspace/mix-and-match under unrelated posts).

[skylight-family]

I finally have a design for Meissa!! Cute bunny

I will draw her sometime and also think of what her personality is like, but I'm thinking she stays with grandma often and helps with the food for other sky kids!

[dramas-vs-novels]

Yeah... I remember seeing the architectural design majors at my uni having this breakdown each semester...

[tacocat37]

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