#i am just rambling please tell me if that makes any sense to anyone else

[lostitinthelights]

being in love with an immortal would probably kill me

and i don't mean in the emotional sense

like yeah the thought of the person i love not aging while i do and them having to go on without me at some point would hurt terribly but i mean it in a way more direct sense

if you're immortal, of course you're gonna take more risks, put yourself in more danger because there is less at stake

and it is just human to want to level with your partner and their energy

what i'm trying to say is, if my partner was immortal and faced terribly destructive situations trying to safe the world i would want to be there to support them because i love them

and that would probably get me killed at some point

[chatonfils]

Starting off by saying I hate “mom Danny” bc it tends to be p transphobic and misgendering, so if anyone adds it to my post I’m blocking them.

Tim making his Kon clone baby, but the cloning chamber isn’t stable enough for the fetus. He’s desperately trying anything that he think might work, when he comes across Phantom. Phantom who has experience with stabilizing clones.

Danny had heard whispers through the grapevine (Ellie who’d joined the Teen Titans as Phantasm) that there was someone attempting to make clones. He’d only meant to snoop and see if it was a Vlad situation. If any clones had been made and needed liberating. What he found was a newly minted Red Robin crying over a red blinking message on a cloning chamber. He warbled a quiet “please, Kon, I don’t want to live without you.”

Danny quickly realizing this wasn’t an attempt to replace and destroy, but actually someone grieving, in probably an unhealthy way, but who was Danny to judge, he’d once replaced Sam and Tucker with robots for less. So he decided to help Red Robin out. Sure, he hadn’t dealt with kryptonian dna before, but he was at least 89% sure halfa dna was way more complicated. And Red Robin had already figured out ways around the dna shenanigans, it was just the stability that wasn’t going well. Honestly, he didn’t think it would be as easy as an ecto dejecto like it had been for Ellie. But his parents had a lot of inventions that they’d started making to help out ghosts, once they’d realized Danny was Phantom. Maybe telling Red Robin about ghost IVF wasn’t his most thought through plan.

“I think what might help is an incubator.” Phantom had suggested.

Tim could only gesture at the cloning chambers that had failed him thus far. They were essentially huge incubators.

Phantom awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “I meant, like, a living incubator. Like a surrogate.”

“Where am I going to find someone that I not only trust to carry the baby, but also would volunteer?��� Tim raised an eyebrow at him. Hell, had Tim had the equipment to do so, he would have carried the baby, everything else be damned. He just didn’t want to be alone anymore.

Phantom blushed green and looked away. “It might take a little tinkering with the embryos to work with the physiology, but…. I could carry the baby for you. I mean, I’m trans, and even if I wasn’t, ghosts are kind of malleable in a reproductive sense. And there are options for IVF in ghost science. And like, my own clone is like my little sister. I’m also a protection spirit, so I would protect the baby with my entire afterlife. And I’m kind of rambling so you should say something before I embarrass myself.”

“You would be willing to carry a baby for me?” Tim was shell shocked by the offer.

“I mean, yeah. You’re a good guy. You’re not cloning him for a malicious reason. You’re just trying to bring back a piece of your friend because you love and miss him. Dedication that strong for someone who has left the living plain, is admirable. You realized early on that you wouldn’t be able to increase the speed in which the clone grew. You’ve been trying despite knowing that this clone will be a baby that’s going to be your child, and not just the friend you lost. And I wouldn’t mind giving up my body for a little bit so you can make your family.”

Tim certainly hadn’t meant to surge forward and kiss Phantom. “Thank you.” Tim pulled Phantom into a fierce hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

It took about a month for them to work out the kinks of making the baby safe for Danny’s body. In this time, Danny showing Red Robin his human form, and Tim revealing his own identity. It felt kind of wrong to keep his name from someone he intended to get pregnant with his child. Tim and Danny got close as they worked together on the baby. And there may have been a few more kisses shared between them. In the end, the baby ended up spliced with mostly Kon’s dna, some of Tim’s (to stabilize the kryptonian dna), and some of Danny’s (to keep the baby safe in the womb).

Once Danny was well and truly pregnant, he encouraged Tim to find Bruce. “I’ll keep the baby safe. You find your dad. If you need me for anything, I’m only a call away.” Tim hadn’t forgotten about Bruce, he’d just never thought it would take so long to set up cloning Kon. So much of his hurt and loneliness had fallen away in Danny’s presence, and Danny had let him hyper focus on making their baby.

“Probably terrible timing, but I’ve got to ask,” Tim swallowed nervously. “Be my boyfriend?”

Danny’s lopsided smile, thawed Tim’s nerves. “I think I could work with that. I hope you don’t mind kids though, I’m kind of pregnant.”

Tim huffed a laugh. “I’ll keep in touch while I’m away. Please keep me updated on the baby.”

Danny pulled him into a proper kiss, “I will.”

I’m mostly imagining Tim getting bump update photos and falling in love with his increasingly pregnant boyfriend, while he finds Bruce.

I’m also imagining after Bruce is back, Tim being like, “anyways gtg, my boyfriend is in his third trimester and I don’t want to miss the birth of our baby.” And peacing out before any bats could react, let alone stop him.

And also maybe when Kon comes back, there’s maybe a poly relationship started.

Also thinking about Tim getting Danny pregnant without the science.

Danny gets Dad, Tim gets Papa, and if Kon joins, he gets Poppy.

[actual-changeling]

i am still looking at the arcadia house and ohhhh boy do i have more thoughts. this is about to be an unhinged meta ramble written at 2 am so buckle in folks.

i know the most likely answer is that no one considered this important enough to keep track of so fuck continuity i guess, but i am not here for the easy answers.

if we ignore the windows that open to the outside even though they

a) SHOULDN'T based on their architecture and

b) do NOT have any kind of handle

we still end up with one big mystery.

side note: these are the windows. if you can spot something i missed, PLEASE tell me. they gotta open somehow because they ARE open, but????? anyway.

my question is what the FUCK is happening with the front facing window?

in case you're not as obsessed with this episode as i currently am, i mean this one:

i am pointing out the position of the streetlamp for reasons that will become clear in a second.

now, what's wrong with the window? by itself—nothing. but once you add the view from the inside it becomes funky. we get a small number of shots at different times. here is the window behind the (about to be bludgeoned to death) klines.

it looks like some sort of mosaic which is a weird place to put it but okay.

side note: why is the bed right in front of it? the room is big enough for other options, but i digress. we've already talked about the atrocious architectural and interior design choices.

said mosaic is barely visible from the outside, you can kinda see the outlines here.

i now have several more questions.

firstly, WHAT do we see through the window? on the right, you can spot what looks like some sort of shelf, and since the mosaic colours do not add up to form that kind of pattern, it HAS to be something else.

you can spot it at different angles so it's not just a weird reflection, it stays consistent.

this non-existent object, however, is the least of my worries. before i tell you what caused me to write this post, i want to point out the direction said window is facing.

we can spot the sun BEHIND the building both in the morning and in the early afternoon. since we get a nice shot of mulder's watch, we can deduce that this is south.

while this opens more questions regarding continuity (it's february. why is the sun still so high at 2:20 pm???), it's more important that we can now say with certainty that our mystery window is facing NORTH. north-facing means it does not get any direct sunlight throughout the day.

remember the streetlamp? it is lower then the window and also at an angle, meaning that its light will barely if at all shine through said window.

which finally brings us to my problem: what the FUCK is happening here?

this is at night, and even if it were earlier in the evening, the sun sets at, what, 6 pm? it's DARK. so please explain to me why the hell this window is back-lit (???) by something and also what the fuck that pattern is because it sure as hell doesn't match up with the one we see with the klines. that window has not changed between then and now.

no, there are no plants outside that could cause these shadows.

no, there are no lights directed at this window at an almost 90° angle, which you'd need to get this kind of fully lit-up result.

no, there are no lights underneath the roof overhang, as can be seen here.

there is nothing weird or notable about the outside of the window.

where are the lights coming from????? it looks like some sort of LED back-lit decoration but we KNOW it is a north-facing window. we can SEE parts of the mosaic from the outside, so there is no barrier or whatever between two panes of glass (???). which would also be a weird fucking choice but this house is might as well have that shit too; i would not be surprised.

so what is lighting up this window? if anyone has an explanation that makes sense and aligns with the facts we already have PLEASE tell me because i cannot figure it out.

the real x file of this episode is the mysterious, spontaneous lighting up, mosaic window that can apparently also shapeshift. did no one give a fuck about any of this and that's why it's the way it is? probably. but again, not here for the cop-out answers.

that concludes my increasingly less sane meta spiral for the day, feel free to add your own thoughts!!

[strangevampy]

yapping :3

i know i come back to post like once a year, but i thought i'd talk about how college is going and everything going on in my life. i know damn well nobody here cares (not trying to be all emo, i mean like- eh you get what i mean..) and- idk, too much shit has gone on. firstly, i havent exactly graduated from high school yet, im in this dual enrollment program, but i dont actually have any high school classes to take anymore? if that makes sense? im at this community college full time, and only go in 4/5 days out of the school week for like 1 hour each day (im off on fridays). I think it's really nice, and it'll put me ahead once i transfer to the college i actually want to attend (A&T!! Aggie pride or whatever lol). My mom wants me to pursue a master's degree, so i dont see why i shouldnt. Also, I want a degree in Computer Science, and I really want to be a game/software developer. I know people say 'AI will taker over all our jobs!!! you all will be out of a career!!' I.. don't exactly fear that, but, only time will tell I guess... (TW for SA talk after this, so if u don't like that, feel free to scroll.) secondly, I was in some relationship that I ended around May and i didn't really find out he- violated me, i guess, until after I ended it. I was telling my friends about a certain incident where I went it to give him a small kiss on the lips before leaving school and he took it further than I wanted and it really bothered me, and they told me that it was SA, and that realization sent me down a bit of a spiral. In addition, we used to make out and stuff in the school stairwell (bad idea, i know, dumb shit..), but after I ended this and got with my current boyfriend, whenever we were in a stairwell alone together, even if we're just walking through, I got- scared? almost? like an overwhelming urge to keep my distance and watch him, and- i really didn't like that. ive already had too many encounters with boys talking about my body in ways i didn't appreciate, and after i broke up with him he sent me some lame ass fucking apology about how 'he feels so guilty :(' like i would care. idk. i feel like im going through some 5 stages of grief LMAO. i've been working through it, but it still feels weird. bleh, idk >.< uhh some other stuff... i identify as goth (i like the term babybat so i prefer that lol) and started leaning more towards that kind of style and culture and expressing myself more freely now. i LOVE androgynous style, and basically aim to confuse people on whether im male or female in the near future. ummm uhhh i dunno :3 im more into video games and stuff, i rlly like honkai star rail and project sekai (ace attorney and sally face will always be my comfort games though) and uhhh idk what else to add. to anyone reading, please remember to love. uts damn near 3 am and idk what im saying anymore but pls show those around u that u love and care for them. you never know what a person is going thru, and your beautiful soul may just make more than a difference than u know. thanks for listening to my schizo ramblings.,.. goobnight....

[strawberripuffy]

So I was reading/listening to those translations of the Latin in Bloodborne lyrics, as one does, and I found the one for the Moon Presence and, it just didn't sit with me like the rest did. Didn't feel right, so I went on Google Translate and went to see if it would give me something different. It did, in fact, give me something different. Here below, I'm gonna state my opinion on it all

I want to preface this with the following facts:

1. I am not a Latin expert by any means

2. I know Google Translate can be unreliable (I originally tried to use DeepL but it didn't have Latin)

3. This is just a little ramble, I'm sorry if I forget any piece of official lore or something that may be important, and I'd love to know what you all think of my interpretation

4. Please ignore the discord markdown. It's 4 in the morning, and I don't wanna change it

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The provided (source below) Latin to English translation is as follows:

> Ruler, on the day when you came

> The curse is born

> Ruler, on the day when you came

> You are reborn

> On the day when the ruler come

> Ruler's curse is born.

I don't know what 'Ruler' here is referring to. I mean, it could be the Moon Presence, but she's never been referred to as a ruler, anywhere, nor has anyone else. Saying it's a reference to Queen Yharnam or Queen Annalise is a little bit of a stretch in my personal opinion because they have no connection to the Dream, and I don't think they have any connection to Moon Presence.

The word 'curse' here is also confusing for similar reasons? Though I can kinda see it referring to the Beast Scourge, because the Blood Moon does kinda make people transform into beast(?) But it's not any 'Ruler's curse, or at least I don't think

At least the themes of rebirth make sense though and carry over, as, if you're fighting Moon Presence then at that point the only ending you can get is Childhoods Beginning

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Now, onto the Google Translated version (Original)

-# also note that I did to change "Dīrae" to "Dirae" because it wouldn't translate to anything and when I looked at Google Translates dictionary for the word, it spelt it with the regular 'i'

> Days will come

> It creates a monster

> Days will come

> You are born again

> The days are coming

> He gives birth on a terrible day

This makes a bit more sense, after all, the note that your character wrote talks about ascending the hunt by seeking Paleblood and that would end the hunt, something worthy of telling in the context of something like "Days are coming". As well as my opinions on the other lines (⬇️)

> It creates a monster

This (again, in my opinion) is a reference to how "ascending" in any sort of way, whether it be beasthood or godhood seems to force you to sacrifice or lose your humanity, but it could also be literal and referring to a Great Ones (usually) monstrous looking appearance

> "You are born again"

Obvious. You turn into an infant Great One

> "He gives birth on a terrible day"

This ones pretty up in the air but (in my opinion) it could be talking about how it's only on the terrible day (night) of the hunt that you have the opportunity to get to the bottom of this eldritch madness and be reborn

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Now here's the Google Translated version but changed a tad using the drop-down type menu (shown in the image)

> The day will come

> He creates the beast

> The day will come

> You are born again

> The day comes

> On a terrible day he gives birth

Most of these changes are minor ones, such as changing the day related lines to be singular, talking about one specific day (night) because we all know The Hunter does it all in one night as well as making the line after "The day comes" past tense, making it sound like the day has already came, like it's describing something that already happened which makes sense because the other line, "You are born again" sounds like it's describing something that just now happened/is happening

There's one specific line that I changed though: "It creates a monster" to "He creates a beast"

I did this because in regards to my last interpretation of the former line was simply just it referring to the loss of humanity, but this line could refer to a few things

1. The possibility that your player character could very well just restart the hunt or make it worse, yes the hunt ends (I think?) after you become an infant Great One but there's no telling what you'd do after that! There's an infinite amount of possibilities, yes you 'usher humanity into a new childhood' but who's to say that's a good thing?

2. This is a bit of a stretch but maybe referring to how the Beast Scourge was originally humanities fault for poking their nose around with the Old Blood and using it as a magical cure-all

That concludes my ramble. Thanks for coming, guys, and goodnight

[wisecrackingeric-2]

Luis ramble time

TW//homophobia??

I think my favorite thing about Luis has to be the idea that his religious trauma led him to become homophobic but not in the sense of how it normally is. I think he internalized it as he grew up in a Catholic setting and became more interested in other people. This is why I believe he probably wouldn't have kissed Leon,,he will flirt and make flirty gestures but I don't really believe he'd full on go for it. I think it's more believable that he would've felt guilty because we all know one thing Luis still holds dear is his religion.

To me Luis is bisexual and when he met Leon it made him remember those odd feeling but he was to afraid to express them both from fear of loosing Leon and the feeling of being sinful. (this comes from someone who connects to Luis in these regards,,dw I came to terms with myself awhile ago!) And just like everything else in his life he ran away from it and ultimately..

He never let himself feel those emotions nor tell Leon

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET TO BUT YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW FERAL I WENT OVER THIS I STARTED GOING DOWN SUCH A LONG RABBIT HOLE OUUUUGHHH

BUT YOURE SO RIGHT YOU HAVE A BIT BEAUTIFUL BRAIN IT HURTS SM,,,,,,,, I think you’re absolutely right but I wanted to add my own headcannons too cuz I think it could be a very very interesting discussion!!!!!! I’ve put my thoughts under the cut so it doesn’t clog up peoples dashboards!!!!

I couldn’t agree more I think it’d be pretty safe ro say Luis has a FAIR BIT of internalised homophobia from his religious upbringing (now I wanna clarify that I don’t have any religious trauma like, at all, I wasn’t brought up relifious but I have TONS of friends who’ve gone through it so I’ve done my best to understand it best I can!!!!) and where my headcannon sliiiiiiiightly differs from yours is that I think Luis probably would have come to terms with his own queerness by the time he’s working with Umbrella

Obviously he’s already very flamboyant and VERRRRYYY flirty w both men and women and he’s clearly confident in himself- but what a lot of people seem to forget that the lovely @blveherb and @possessionisamyth have gone into detail about is that Luis is an immigrant, and if you look at literally any piece of history from before like,,,, roughly around the 80’s queer and immigrant history were REALLY intertwined, like, the two communities would often be at the same places or facing the same struggles at the same time etc and obviously white historians haven’t done us any favours with preserving this history (and ALSO also i am WHITE AS ALL HELL so im obviously not in a position to be speaking on topics that i dont fully understand/havent affected me which is why i ask that if anyone is more knowledgable on the topic please do elaborate on it!!!!!!!)((also it’s obviously very very important not to try and take away focus from or erase poc history when talking about queer history!!!!!!!!!!!!!))

So I don’t think it would be much of a stretch to say that Luis, after leaving Valdelobos and ending up wherever he did, would have also discovered the queer community as a whole just by virtue of being apart of a minority (again, this isn’t something that’s ever even remotely effected me so please if I’ve made any mistakes or if anyone wants to point anything out do so!!!!) also I just imagine that, in general, Luis would’ve been grateful for any kind of community to fall back on after he left his own- how old he was when he left is unknown obviously but I can’t imagine being barely even an adult discovering the big wide world for the first time after spending your entire life in a tiny rural catholic village would’ve been easy which is why communities like that are so important (also you could absolutely go into how Umbrella would’ve fed that need for a community even further in a young naive Luis but that’s getting ahead of the subject)

Also somewhat on and off topic but M A A N Y historians have pointed out that Don Quixote is a pretty queer fricken book. That’s an entirely different discussion in and of itself but the whole book itself, the relationship between Alonso and Sancho, the history itself surrounding the book etc can leave a lot of queer interpretations to be read (and @highball66 has pointed out that while not specifically a term used for gay men, in some areas ‘Sancho’ has been used to refer to ‘the other guy in the relationship’, ie the man the husband is sleeping with etc) ((AND also it’s just,, kinda hard to analyse super old books through the lens of the LGBTQ+ community as we understand it roday- Kaz Rowe on YouTube has some good videos on the topic I can’t reccomend enough!!!!))

And so I personally like to imagine that by the time he returns BACK to Valdelobos, he’s probably come to terms with it- but like most traumas, returning to the place where it all started and manifested probably would’ve brought up those same feelings of internalised homophobia like you’ve said; which is why he’s so afraid to confess to Leon. Even if he KNOWS he’s come to terms with his identity n such, that doesn’t mean that returning to the place where it all started doesn’t bring back up those old feelings (also him returning home in the manor that he does just makes my theory/headcannon that he’s Trans go WILD but I’m saving that for ANOTHER DAY)

‘He holds Religion very Close to him’ GOD YOURE SO RIGHT ABT THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like even if he doesn’t still believe in god or anything his upbringing still effects him!!!!!!!!!!!!! He still always does the sign of the cross whenever he sees a dead body and obviously that classic catholic guilt and need to repent follows his every actions alongside just, y’know, the average amount of guilt people would feel in his situation BCNEHENDJDND so can you imagine how much WORSE he’d feeling going BACK to Valdelobos and meeting LEON and having all those feelings and fears come up again???????????? OUGH WHY MAKE ME THINK ABT THIS OP /lh

AND and, like you mentioned, Luis always has this reoccurring theme of thinking he has more time than he actually has and that he can run away from anything. It’s honestly so so so very tragic; and just the idea of that cycle repeating AGAIN in something SO PERSONAL (ie, his love for Leon) is just,,,,,,,,,, o u g h it’s so heartbreaking man why would you say that I am strangling you /jjjjjjjj

Luis always thinks he has more time to fix his mistakes, to be a better person- and even when he starts to realise he doesn’t, he still holds out hope. He thinks, ‘tomorrow I’ll tell Leon’, but he never gets that opportunity.

And finally this one is purely self indulgent but I’ve always pictured Luis as being the kind of person to just be happy labelling himself as ‘queer’ cuz it’s quick and convinient but BISEXUAL LUIS SL TRUE

(Also obligatory ‘these are just headcannons/theories/analysis nobody is saying these are CANNON this is just an observation’ message!!!!!!!)

[quicksilverdrabbles]

Taliesin: I must say, you've a very good nose for finding injured people, Inigo.

Inigo: Thank you. They are just up this hill.

Kaidan: Peak's Shade?

Lucien: Oh dear, I hope S'vashni hasn't killed anybody again..

Xelzaz: No, this one is still alive.

Inigo: There they are!

Gore: *sitting on the ground with his leg caught in a bear trap*

Lucien: Oh gosh. I suppose asking if you're okay wouldn't be very helpful here.

Gore: N-Not really- *sees Morana standing near the front of the group* Uh.

Morana: *sighs, shaking her head. She pulls out her notebook and begins writing in it, showing the finished phrase to Gore* Hello, my name is Morana. No I am not here to kill you or lead you to your death. *she tilts her head, considering, before turning the notebook back towards her and adding more* Or enslave you.

Gore: You- What? I mean, the killing or leading me to my death I would have believed, but where did enslavement come from?

Morana: *points at Yaksha* That one.

Yaksha: Haha. She saved me from a slaver.

Gore: That.. makes more sense. But, if you're not here to kill me, then... *he stares at the group, confused. His gaze finds Taliesin, and his expression falls into a glare* You're here to imprison me. You're with the Thalmor.

Taliesin: What.

Morana: *waving her hands frantically* No, we're not. *turns to Taliesin* I told you to stop wearing those robes!

Taliesin: Well I don't have anything else to wear!

Morana: I just bought you new Vagrant robes!

Taliesin: When???

Morana: Like a week ago! I told you about them!

Gore: What is happening.

Lucien: Ah, Morana can't speak very well, so she uses sign language. Me, Taliesin and Yaksha can understand her, and the others are learning.

Kaidan: *speaking over Taliesin's arguing* Anyways, Taliesin won't imprison you or anything. If he were still a Thalmor Justiciar he wouldn't be alive right now. I'd have made sure of it.

Inigo: Yes, do not worry.

Gore: ... Right. I suppose I'll believe it for now.. Um. *he winces* Can you guys- just get me out of this thing?

Kaidan: Oh shit I forgot about that- Yeah, we'll get you out. Yaksha!

Yaksha: Right here. Please bite down on this while we get your leg free. *hands him a leather strip*

Gore: Thanks..

Morana: *looks over at Gore's muffled yelling* Oh, you got him free.

Xelzaz: *sigh* No thanks to you!

Taliesin: Don't you look away from me, I am still talking to you!

Morana: *shakes her head*

Taliesin: Don't roll your eyes at me!

Morana: I wasn't even looking at you!

Yaksha: *checking for broken bones and applying healing salve to Gore's wound* How does that feel? Better?

Gore: Very much so. Thank you, er..

Yaksha: Yaksha. And that's Kaidan, Lucien, Inigo, Xelzaz, Taliesin, Styx, and Morana.

Gore: Quite a crowd you all have. Cute nightmare dog.

Lucien: Isn't she?

Styx: *barks*

Taliesin: *still rambling* It's not as if it is my fault the Thalmor hunt anyone suspicious! Of course people like Kaidan are going to be targeted if they stand out enough!

Morana: You're really not helping your case here.

Gore: Er, my name's Gore.

Inigo: Gore? That is quite a strange name.

Gore: It's a long story. Any chance we could talk about it back in town?

Lucien: Oh yes- Yes of course! Is he well enough to stand yet, Yaksha?

Yaksha: I am unsure. If need be, I can carry him.

Gore: I don't think that'll be necessary, big guy.

Morana: *still arguing* For claiming to know so much about fashion, you're certainly attached to those ugly robes.

Taliesin: UGLY?! Why you-!

Morana: *perks up, hearing twigs snapping at the bottom of the hill* Wait shut up.

Taliesin: You dare tell me to-?!

Morana: I said shut up!

Inigo: You heard it too?

Morana: *nods* ...

Kaidan: Yaksha, watch the lad.

Gore: Who the hell are you calling a lad-?

Thalmor Soldier: Well the mutt couldn't have gone off far! Spread out and search for him! And be careful, there are hunting traps everywhere.

Inigo: *whispers, sword drawn* We go on your signal, my friend.

Morana: *nods, drawing her dagger and dousing it in poison* Go.

~

Morana: *taps Gore's shoulder*

Gore: *sitting by the fire, leg bandaged* Hm? What is it?

Morana: *showing him her notebook* How's your leg?

Gore: Fine. Your healer works wonders.

Morana: Yeah, he's the best we could ask for.

Yaksha: *competing with Inigo to see who can fit the most honey nut treats in their mouths*

Morana: ... Assuming he doesn't choke to death himself.

Gore: Haha! I can see there's no end of excitement with these ones.

Morana: Are you sure you're okay travelling with someone who used to be a Thalmor? I'll understand if you don't want to.

Gore: Hm, well.. It'll take some getting used to. I think I'll survive, though. As long as he doesn't try anything funny.

Morana: You sound like Kaidan.

Gore: Ha!

Taliesin: *walks out of the tent wearing his new Vagrant robes* ...

Morana: Well, how are they?

Taliesin: ... They are. Acceptable. I thought most Vagrant robes had conjuration enchantments though. Are these destruction?

Morana: I enchanted them myself.

Taliesin: ... I suppose I must thank you, then.

Morana: I suppose so.

Gore: I'm really gonna have to learn your sign language so I know what you're saying without that book.

Taliesin: It seems Lucien has taken up the mantle of resident sign language teacher, if you'd like to ask him.

Gore: I'll be sure to do that.

[linagram]

everyone's album covers, song previews and album trailer voicelines!

YESSSSSSSSSSSS I'M FINALLY DONE WITH ALL OF THEM *falls on the floor*

okay okay i'm actually kinda proud of myself?? :'D like i always prefer just. drawing characters even though i don't really avoid drawing backgrounds and i don't find drawing them that difficult but i rarely pay attention to things like. doors so yeah it's kinda cool that i've managed to come up with ten different door designs and draw them! even though most of them don't even look like doors. it's okay listen i just wanted to make them as weird as their mvs okay

(also about some prisoners having the symbols on their uhhh restraints and most of them not having them. well you see i just didn't have any energy left to draw them so i was like "it's fine i'll just draw the actual symbols later" and guess what. i didn't :) and i'm too tired to draw all of them so y-yeah. honestly maybe i'll change the symbols to something else like it takes way too much time to draw them and they're not even that close to the canon ones)

okay sorry for rambling, you can read everyone's song previews, titles (though you can see them on the covers, but still. or maybe you can't see them i'm sorry if the text is hard to read 😭) and album trailer voicelines under the cut! and also more of my rambling

Album trailer voicelines:

Akio: "DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!"

Aimi: "Don't you think that's kind of.. unprofessional?"

Shun: "I-Isn't it a good thing that I'm getting better?"

Naomi: "But in the end, I've simply decided to agree with you."

Kei: "It's time for your punishment, Eiji~"

Eiko: "It's like.. your life finally has a purpose."

Asahi: "I wanna go home, even if I don't have one anymore."

Yurika: "THIS DOESN'T MAKE ANY FUCKING SENSE!"

Riku: "Haha, trust me, I'm strong enough to do that."

Reina: "So, yeah, the show's over."

Song titles:

Akio: The King's Execution

Aimi: Mask of Kindness

Shun: Wrong Route

Naomi: Your Story

Kei: Web of Desire

Eiko: As Seen On TV

Asahi: 'Cause I Deserve It

Yurika: Bitter Aftertaste

Riku: Trendsetter

Reina: Death of the Author

Song previews:

Akio: "Come on, fight me, punch me, beat me to death,

Show me how you've really felt about me all this time

There's no one left to support me, no one left to call me "Your Majesty"

I guess it's time for me to admit my defeat" 

Aimi:

"Let's have as much fun as we can today, like this is the last day of our lives

I won't ask you to be careful, I know you won't listen to me anyway

Let's make these moments more colorful than ever before

Let's turn today into our best masterpiece"

Shun:

"I know that this is the best option, I don't even need a guide

"Real life"? What's that? Some kind of joke?

I know you will love me in every world and universe

Tell me I'm your everything, let me get the best ending"

Naomi:

"I can't believe I found out about this only now

Why didn't you tell me sooner? Why didn't anyone else tell me about this?

Your life was so short, but so full of pain

Does this mean that I've saved you from all that suffering?"

Kei:

"Congrats, you've fallen right into my trap

Make yourself comfortable, you're in for a long ride

Tying you up, choking and biting

Keep your eyes on me, take those rose-colored glasses off"

Eiko:

"Yay, she did it, good for her! What an icon, am I right?

Haha, thank you, thank you! Serves him right, I know

You've forgiven me, darling, so let me thank you properly

Tell me what you want, I will give you everything and more"

Asahi:

"Give me more, you know that it'll never be enough for me

You want me to repay you? That's funny

Why should you give me so much and get nothing in return?

It's obvious, 'cause I deserve it"

Yurika:

"Please, please, make my world sweet again

This world is so cold, so bitter, if I take a bite, I'll get poisoned for sure

Hey, hey, what are you saying? You want more sugar as well?

Sure, anything for my master! But you're not her, so get out."

Riku:

"Now, listen, I don't like to do this

I'm not the type to abuse my power

But looks like it's time for you to get what you deserve

So get him, everyone, I'll pat you on the head later"

Reina:

"What about my crime? What about my sins?

Well, why don't you figure it out yourself?

I'll let you decide, I'll let you write my story

Aren't you the one who's supposed to judge us anyway?"

Random facts about everyone's song titles, lyrics and doors (spoiler-free. mostly):

The silhouettes from Akio's T1 MV are back!

If you've read Aimi's T1 MV description, you probably already went "Wait, is her song title a reference to that mask from her video?" and you are correct!

Shun's song title is kinda supposed to be a pun? Basically it's a reference to dating sims, character routes and all that stuff, but it's also supposed to mean taking a wrong path in life or something like that.

Naomi's song title was the hardest one to come up with and it turned out to be the most boring one. I am so sorry.

I actually wouldn't say that Asahi's door shows his MV that well, since his video will actually have mostly white and green colors, but I thought that a door like that would look boring, so yeah, I made it more colorful!

"Why is Yurika's door like that?" Oh, don't worry, compared to Asahi's door, Yurika's door shows her MV perfectly fine <3

Riku's door. Riku's door made me go through so much pain, IT WAS THE LAST DOOR I CAME UP WITH. I LITERALLY HAD NO IDEA WHAT TO DRAW. Not even because I dislike his MV, it's just that his MV has this motif that's. Very hard to show as a door. Like all ideas I had just sounded stupid so I decided to go with something like this instead. Also I still hate drawing chains and I used a brush instead.

Yes, Naomi's door just. Looks like a diary. BUT I TRIED TO MAKE IT LOOK LIKE A DOOR OKAY I TRIED

Reina's door having a more "actor-like" motif probably doesn't make much sense because of the song title, but trust me, it does. And yes, her song title is based on the trope of the same name.

Aimi's song lyrics kinda sound like a sequel to her T1 song though i guess her t2 song can be called that here, but the rest of the lyrics sound more different. And yes, there will be more of their song lyrics in the MV descriptions this time >:)

Kei's song lyrics are actually supposed to be much more sad this time and even the chorus will sound differently in the end.

Reina, please, stop breaking the fourth wall, you're becoming way too powerful.

[across-violet-skies]

so lately I've seen a lot of things about lu wild and people's opinions and stuff and I thought maybe I'd add my two cents in a way that (hopefully, if I can articulate my thoughts well) won't make anyone upset. feel free to scroll past this or whatever I just thought I would share my view :)

semi long post under the cut!!

so. wild. first off, I like him. he's fun, he got me into lu in the first place, his games are my favorite in the series, all of that.

he's popular and unpopular all at once. generally, according to a poll I ran recently where I asked for people's least favorite lu link and why, people who like wild the least (which doesn't necessarily mean they dislike him, mind you) said it was mostly bc he's just so popular.

which... yeah, ok. he has the most content I'd say, so that checks out. but I also think the problem (if there even is one?? I'm unclear) is NOT that there's too much content for Wild, but rather that the amount of content he has is just so much more compared to the rest of the links.

basically, I think the amount of Wild content is fine, but it's more about how little content there is for everyone else.

Wild fics are fine. wild fics are good! great, even. I've written some myself. you can't have too much I would say, but you CAN have not enough content for other characters, and I think that's where people have issue with it.

and yeah, the other links aren't as popular, so it makes sense that there'd be less fics. but also there's a chicken and egg situation here: is wild more popular bc of more content, or is there more content bc he's more popular (this literally doesn't matter. I'm looking too far into it. it's 1 am please excuse my rambles)

but also... any wild content seems to be more consumed? if that makes sense? like take my writing for example:

two fics in a series together, two stories, around the same length, about similar subjects, written around the same time. one of these fics is wild-centric, and the other is hyrule-centric. I'm sure you can tell which one is which. (also, stats aren't everything. I'm happy with both of these stories, it's just an example to show the difference!)

the wild-centric fic has about 3x as many views, over twice as many kudos, and over twice as many bookmarks than the hyrule-centric one. the hyrule-centric fic has more comments and is part of a collection.

(these fics can be found here (wild) and here (hyrule). shameless self promotion)

anyways... yeah. again, I don't think there's a problem with people writing/enjoying wild content. always create for what you love! however, I think a lot of the dislike/less like of wild stems from the fact that any other character just doesn't have as much content available. I don't think it's the actual content or character that people take issue with.

(and again, I like wild. he not my favorite, but he's certainly not my least favorite. he's somewhere in the middle for me, maybe towards the favorite end more but still in the middle)

I hope this made at least some sense if you read this far!! I don't want to upset anyone so feel free to discuss things with me. I'm typically pretty easygoing online so don't be afraid to mention something I mightve glossed over or worded poorly, but just please be kind and respectful to other people because ultimately, its just an opinion/thoughts on other people's opinions and other people are ofc valid if they disagree :)

[annasinterests]

don't look at me like that unless you mean it

pain, make your way to me, to me ♫ and i'll always be just so inviting

|| series masterlist || main masterlist ||

a/n: this chapter properly beat my ass. like. i struggled so hard to write this one you guys. however, i'm excited for the chapter after this one! i do think the next one will be a lot longer than the previous chapters, i've written a lot and i haven't even gotten halfway the plot of it. that being said, it may take a little longer to push out! as well as the fact that i will be working a lot this week (i do contracting work so i'm also lowkey daydreaming of joel half the time and let me tell you,, i will prob be putting out works based on those daydreams alone lmfaooo). anyways, i'll cut the rambling short- hope you guys are enjoying this fic! :)

word count: 3k

pairings: joel miller x f!reader

warnings & tags: minors dni, angst, reader dealing with past trauma, depictions of anxiety, ellie and reader spend time together, joel is cute at the end — please tell me if i missed anything!

Today marked your final day of administration duties for the week before a much-needed two-day break for patrol rotation.

You dreaded the switch more than ever now, but also because of the heat. During the summer, patrol weeks always felt like they came too quick. You could do the cool nights, you actually looked forward to those more, but you absolutely hated the long, unbearably hot days that preceded them.

The house had been quiet since your last conversation with Joel days ago. Since he held your face and told you that everything was going to be okay with the most tender look on his. Since you once again walked that careful line of what is and what could be.

During the day, you were able to keep yourself occupied with work, but it was harder at night when all you could do was stare at the ceiling and think yourself down a hole.

Ellie took note of your change in behavior. In fact, she knew it all too well. How it always looked like your head was somewhere else other than the present, the quietness, the thousand-yard stare. She especially sensed it when she overheard you and Joel talking on the back porch one night when you thought she wasn’t home, revisiting your previous conversation and asking how to break it to her that she couldn’t do patrol until things settled down. Though she didn’t outright confront you about it, she knew something was under your skin.

And she was right; you just couldn’t shake this off. So, you slung your pack over your shoulder and your gun in its holster on the way out to find the one person who could give you the answers you sought: Maria.

Her office resided on the second floor of the town hall, facing the wall built around Jackson, specifically arranged so she could watch the gate when she wasn't doing other duties around the town.

You thought up reasons and excuses to give for dropping in, but they all pointed to ones that wouldn’t warrant a visit or would reveal too much of your own thoughts.

Coming to the Bison tomorrow? No. She wouldn’t be interested in having that conversation, probably. Hey, any updates from patrol? Too direct. She’ll know you’re looking for something. You scoffed at yourself for not having a better plan.

Approaching her door, you silently prepared yourself for a somewhat calculated conversation. You knew her guarded nature, and you needed to employ a cunning approach to elicit the details you came for. Be light– not intrusive or eager. Maria was smart, you had to conceal and control your words and expressions.

You plastered on the biggest smile you could muster and knocked on the door, peeking your head in. “Maria, not catching you at a bad time, am I?”

Her head turned towards you, “Oh please, come in,” she gestured for you to join her at the window she stood at, "out of anyone, I'm glad it's you that came knocking."

This.. could be easier than you thought. You sauntered over next to her and followed her line of sight that fell upon the patrol, they'd been in a tight circle just before the gate. Tommy stood in the center of it all– seemingly giving a speech as he pointed and paired up people as he went along. When you caught sight of Joel, your heart skipped a beat, followed by a weight of discomfort. You watched as Fitz strolled over to him with a wide grin, which of course he didn’t return.

"Most of the time, I don't feel anything when he leaves," Maria's voice was calm and steady, "because part of me knows that he'll come back." She maintained her gaze below, shaking her head that it was almost imperceptible. "But now.. I'm not so sure of that."

You turned your attention to her, eyebrows slightly furrowed, looking for any indication of emotion from her words, but she stayed the same. Relaxed. Which contrasted from what she was insinuating. And while she was speaking of her own dilemma, you couldn't help but see that it was yours too.

“I’m gonna tell you something that has to stay between us,” you eased your expression as she shifted to face you, “and I’m gonna trust that you keep it to yourself, for now, at least.” Her eyes locked on you with caution before turning away to her desk, leaning her weight upon her palms.

"This group.. They're called the Washington Liberation Front. Most of them are former Fireflies."

Your jaw tensed at the name. The Fireflies, once perceived as fighting for a good cause, had betrayed you in the worst way possible, almost taking another person you loved, and framing it as a sacrifice for the greater good of humanity. Your hands twitched into a fist at the memory.

“Tommy started noticing the same descriptions on the patrol logs, so he sent a small group out for a couple weeks to see if they could find a trail.” You glanced back towards the window; the patrol had already left. "They found camps, concealed caches full of weapons and supplies.. And believe it or not, the last Firefly activity.”

You snapped your head at Maria as she chuckled lowly.

“Seems like they had some big operation in..” she flicked through some papers on her desk, dragging her finger across a page and tapping it once she found it, “Salt Lake City.”

It was like a pair of hands wrapped themselves around your throat.

No.

“I just- I don’t know-” she shook her head, “I don’t know what Jackson has to do with it.”

The wounds were tearing open, reminding you of all the bloodshed from that day, and how it stained your hands permanently. That shattered hospital, a place forever burned into your memories, tormented your conscience and left you wishing that you could erase every second spent in there.

You slowly leaned your arm on the window sill, trying to stabilize yourself as it felt like you could've collapsed right then and there. You hoped to God that your face wasn't giving anything away as you tried to maintain steady eye contact with her, even though she wasn't looking at you. She pulled a tattered paper from her drawer and handed it to you. "We found this the night before the meeting."

With shaky hands, you unfolded a map marked with color-coded strategic points and messages in regard to the group's surveillance of Jackson.

The havoc you wreaked on the Fireflies hadn’t been enough to end them, leading to something far worse; a bigger, stronger, more threatening militia than you could’ve imagined. The weight of the world threatened to crush you, you tried to control your breathing through your nose and struggled to keep your hand steady as you looked over the map. You felt your heart beating so hard that you were sure Maria could hear it too.

You had to maintain your composure. Nobody in Jackson knew, not even Tommy, and you were not about to fill the gaps for Maria right now.

As you studied it, you noticed an emblem in the top right corner that read ‘W.L.F’ with a crudely drawn wolf head right beneath it. Ugh– another one of those cliché military group symbols designed with an overinflated ego and heightened sense of self-importance. Overlooking your personal issues with it, you read a specific note in red ink:

WV - EC - CB

MVL > BM

Mike, Tango 2x, Sierra 2x

Fuck, that does looks like some sort of tracking. Goddamnit, Tommy.

Your face scrunched up as you reread the words, racking your brain to figure out the combination of military-alphabet and abbreviations. You held up the map with an inquisitive brow, “Have you figured this out?”

“No,” Maria shook her head as she pulled out more papers from her desk, stacking them gently before pushing them into your possession, “but I think maybe you can."

She looked at you in a way that let you know that you couldn't decline at least trying. You reluctantly nodded as you folded up the map and added it to the pile you held in between your fingers. Her trust in you was appreciated, but at the same time, you didn’t want it. Not for this, at least.

You gave her an affiliative smile and turned away to the door, but she called your name at the last moment as your hand grabbed the handle, anchoring you where you stood. You turned over your shoulder to her.

“Do you have any idea what they want with Jackson?”

You bit your lip and shook your head in a moment of silence.

“No.”

The rest of the day dragged on longer than ever, and forcing yourself through interactions proved harder to be than you thought. Even though most of your conversations were regular routine checks, you dreaded each one. You counted down the minutes until you could seal yourself away in your home.

The papers stuck out of your pack the whole day, a nagging reminder of what you had to look at sooner or later.

As soon as the town lights came on, that was your cue that your work day had come to a close, and you carried yourself home as quickly as possible, feeling like your legs would give up on you at any moment. Once the door clicked shut, you slumped against it and slid until you hit the floor, throwing the cursed papers away from you and sitting in complete silence and darkness.

You wanted to cry. Scream. Punch, kick, or break something. All day, you had to bottle up this knowledge while faking your smiles and laughs. But now it all came barreling down on your head. You had just gotten everything back, finally able to put the past behind you. But you felt it resurfacing with a mean fucking vengeance, and you didn’t know if you could endure it this time.

If this was your karma– a toll had already been taken. How much more had to give for your sins?

You tried to take deep breaths, but they seemed to make things worse. A familiar dizziness and numbness riddled your body as your hands and arms trembled. The air was getting thicker, and you were gasping out, fearing you couldn’t get enough of it into your lungs. Tears blurred your vision and hot streaks streamed down your face. Involuntarily, you rocked back and forth, hiding your face in your hands and knees that were pulled to your chest, and letting out broken cries and choked breaths.

It hit you with an overwhelming force. Your thoughts spiraled, each worry and concern feeding into the next. Minutes stretched into eternity, and it felt impossible to rip yourself from the vicious cycle.

You rested your head against the door, pushing out heavy sighs to ground yourself from the come down of adrenaline, and letting a profound exhaustion settle in. You rubbed at your eyes to dry any residual tears and massaged your temples, staring straight forward at the laundry room at the end of the hall. The streetlight filtered through the back door and glowed over a pair of Joel’s boots and Ellie’s sneakers kicked off next to each other. You whimpered and closed your eyes, not ready to start crying all over again.

You wanted them home so indescribably bad.

When you opened them, they landed on the documents strewn about the floor in front of you. And with a flicker to the laundry room and back, you leaned forward to grab them and pushed yourself off the floor.

Upstairs in your room, you flicked on a lamp and spread out the papers onto your bed to see exactly what Maria had given you: The map and a roster of members retrieved from their camp, a copy of Jackson's previous and future patrol schedules, threat assessment reports from patrolmen, and descriptions pulled from patrol logs.

You lazily glossed over the threat assessment reports, most of them contained the same details and alluded to the same idea that they meant harm. You didn’t bother looking at the roster and patrol logs for now, not even trying to attempt to make connections between descriptions and names and whatnot.

You grouped the items and slipped them into your nightstand drawer, turning your attention back to the map and patrol schedule. You sunk into your bed as you flipped through the several pages of the schedule, reading the same names, days, and times over and over again, your eyes lingering longer when they read Joel’s name.

After a certain point, you couldn’t make out anything, and a fizzled-out frustration crept in as the pieces of parchment became nothing more than just blurs of ink. Your head was pounding between the crying and attempting to make sense of all the information. Your fingers soothed the skin on the bridge of your nose, gliding over your eyebrows and temples, and then dragging down to rest your cheeks in the palms of your hands.

“Hello! Anybody home?”

Ellie’s voice caught you off guard, you hadn’t even heard the front door open.

“Up here!”

You quickly stowed away the rest of the papers in your nightstand and made your way downstairs. She'd been taking her shoes off on the couch when you saw her, and you felt instant relief. She was home. Home and safe. She peered over her shoulder at you as she fussed with the laces, "All the lights were off?"

“Oh- I just.. got in a few minutes ago,” you turned into the kitchen in time to miss the iffy look she gave you, “wasn’t sure if you were coming home or not.”

Ellie followed into the kitchen after you. “Sorry, I know you said not to be out past curfew,” she gestured two glass tupperwares in her hands towards you, “I was packing up leftovers from Dina’s for you and Joel.”

With that sheepish smile on her face, you couldn’t even be mad at her. She’d been late because of you. You smiled warmly at the sentiment, placing them on the counter and pulling her into a hug, holding her longer and tighter than you normally would, afraid to let go as if maybe you wouldn’t get the chance again. As you broke away, you lovingly smoothed her hair, “Thank you, Ellie.”

She stayed in the kitchen even after you went to store the leftovers in the fridge, watching you with an attentiveness you weren’t particularly used to from her. “Something on your mind?”

Her bottom lip jutted out, her voice a little higher than normal. “No.. Just wondering if maybe you wanted to.. watch a movie?” A small smile appeared on her face as she raised her shoulders.

You mirrored her smile. “I’d love to, kiddo. Why don’t you go pick out what you want to watch?”

She shook her head, walking over to you and guiding you out of the kitchen. “Nuh-uh. You always let me pick, I want you to pick and I’ll get everything else ready.”

You chuckled at her insistence and padded into the living room, crouching before the media center and picking through the titles until you found the one that piqued your interest the most.

Once you had it, you popped it into the DVD player and fiddled with the remote until it was at the title screen. You moved the coffee table in front of the tv and pulled the couch over accordingly, and just when you were about to go fetch more blankets and pillows, Ellie joined you with your share of the leftovers heated up “just incase” and a plethora of snacks and drinks. She swatted at you to sit while she reminded you that you were only supposed to pick the movie and nothing more, scolding you down the hall as she retrieved all the movie night necessities.

“Curtis and Viper 2? I swear, you and Joel are the same person sometimes!” She laughed as she finally saw the screen. “Speaking of Joel– he’s gonna be so mad when he sees that we watched it without him-”

“Again!” You blurted out with her, falling into a fit of laughter.

For the next almost two hours, you were able to forget about your entire day, solely enjoying the time you had with Ellie. Together, you recited your favorite lines from the film without missing a beat, humming the soundtrack while making dramatic action-like moves with your arms at each other. You bursted out in laughter at the cheesy one-liners, and gripped the blanket with anticipation at the climax of the film, though you knew the resolution. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much and your lungs ached in a happy pain.

This was what you needed.

In somewhere in the falling point of the film, you dozed off to sleep, unable to fight against the soft pillows and blankets you were wrapped up in. Ellie noticed when she went to nudge you during another scene you both loved and you didn’t respond, and instead of waking you up, she lowered the volume on the tv and sat with you until the end credits rolled.

It was well after midnight when Joel came home and Ellie was already in her house in the back. She’d tiptoed around the house to clean up so you wouldn’t have to in the morning, but forgot to put the DVD back with the others.

He almost walked past the living room until he saw the furniture rearranged, taking a few steps in to see you peacefully sleeping on the couch. He mustered up a tired smile at the sight of you, gently reaching out to brush stray hairs from your face.

And when he noticed Curtis and Viper 2 still on the coffee table, his smile deepend despite missing out on movie night once again. He spoke in a whisper that could have easily been to you or himself.

“You two are gonna be the death of me, you know that?”

[folkloresthings]

congrats on 1k love!! can i please request a jane eyre with the racing guys? 🤗

i’m a third year in uni studying theoretical physics in London. i was born in france but im from algeria and a bunch of carribean islands.

im about 176cm tall if that has any impact on your ships. i have no idea what i want to do with my degree but i think i’ll do a masters then maybe a phd and just see where life takes me. i love all animals, even spiders and snakes but worms and chickens terrify me. like it’s a genuine fear.

unlike my entire family, i physically can not tan in the sun. i just burn and turn red even though my skin is already like olivey.

when i was younger i wanted to be a vet and a teacher but they i realised that im very sensitive as a person so i’d be awful at both the jobs so settled for ohysics as numbers won’t be able to upset me even if they cause a few mental breakdowns here and there.

im a very quiet person and i always keep to myself really. because of this im quite a sarcastic person and drop my fair share of self depriving jokes to the few people i’m around often which sounds very sad now i type it out🫠.

i speak 7 languages (french, spanish, berber, arabic, english, italian and swedish(learnt in that order)) so everyone tells me i should have studied linguistics. i took latin as well but it sounded too pretentious to say and i was awful at it so i dropped it even though i didn’t want to give up on it😭. but i’m trying to learn BSL and german for fun.

i am completely unable to tell my left and rights apart, even the making an L with your hand trick doesn’t work for me so even though i get good grades, i have zero common sense at all and i don’t know anyone more accident prone. i managed to injury my acl rowing. not in a boat but when i was cooling down in the machine.

i cant really think of much else to say about myself as i’m quite boring but i’m a theatre kid who can’t sing or dance or act but yeah

THANKS FOR EVEN READING THIS BRO I JUST RAMBLED ABOUT ANYTHING I COULD THINK OF

i ship you with: max verstappen! so so so supportive of your degree and career, no matter what decision you want to make. even through the numerous mental breakdowns, he’s right there by his side. all he’s known is formula one, so seeing someone pursue such a challenging degree inspires him so much. adores hearing you switch between languages, your abundance of knowledge always fascinates him. learns to sway you from sharp corners and anything you might stumble into — follows the sidewalk rule religiously.

[sweetfirebird]

anyone who's being a dick about asking for more after you're doing the whole writing thing at your own pace can fight me behind a waffle house. (especially if it's about the albert thing) i have no idea why people are so impatient?!?! i have been waiting on the last kingkiller trilogy for over six years. i have incomplete fanfic bookmarked from nearly a decade ago i still check for updates occasionally. take your fucking time or don't write whatever they're asking for at all! it's your choice and not ours and i have yet to be disappointed with your work and i'm even keeping a few books unread for a future rainy day because it's a little treat. jesus fuck let authors write and take their time and do it how they want and can people please stop being a nagging wet tissue paper eater because it just makes everyone have a bad time and i'm sorry you have to deal with that.

anyway you write good. thanks for writing good. i'm sleepy and this is a weird awkward ramble sorry about that and it's been a whole fucking week so i hope you're fine and if not everything will be fine <3

ha no it is not about Albert, surprisingly. (That sweetheart) No, two separate people, both using a post about something else to ask me (for the second time, yes both of them for the second time) for something they would like to see.

And I get being excited. And I get wanting more of certain settings or characters. But there is a time and place to tell me what you like about other, past books and it's not when I am talking about something else I have JUST done. And it is definitely not after you (the general you) have already asked me to write that specific something new for you that you want so much and I have given you as much of a soft No or at best vague maybe someday but I don't know that I possibly can.

I think... in addition to what you said, because yeah, most authors are doing it on their own. Even the ones working with traditional publishers are still writing while contending with the stresses of real life, and frankly, traditional publishers do not offer much help these days.(As far as I can tell anyway.) And they will write at whatever pace they can, and most cannot put out a billion stories a year. It's just not doable. It's mentally and emotionally taxing, and also... they have lives. They have families. What the hell.

But in addition to that, authors are also doing their own marketing, their own PR. Like, it's not agents. It's not a team. A few might have assistants but most do not. ...and readers maybe forget that? There is no wall separating the authors from this. They perhaps imagine their words as being more like, paper fanmail going to a publisher, who forwards it on, where an assistant or agent reads it. Like some sort of filter situation.

Then also, people like me who are too tired or weird (or semi feral) to maintain a colder public persona and *do* publicly let friends tease me or call me bitch or whatever, perhaps give the impression that we are cool with more informal requests.

And then also the internet tends to instill weird close/distant relationships, so some people either not think of the people they are talking to/authors as real people, while also giving those people a distorted sense of friendship and familiarity.

....

That's actually me being kind. I worked retail for a long time and the general public are demanding and will ask for stuff they shouldn't without any shame. Because every person thinks they are the only one doing the naughty thing so it's okay. (If they even know it's naughty.)

Anyway, thank you for also seeing it as rude. Get some sleep now maybe?

And to everyone else, a few things:

if you want to ask a writer about upcoming stories and you aren't following them on social media or wherever, then I bet you they have a fanmail option somewhere. Use that instead of hopping onto a post about something else.

and... as my family will tell you... the more you insist I should do a thing, the greater the odds that I will never do it. :)

(also, i do charity prompts all the time. these people could pay charity money for the stories they want and somehow never do...)

[no-stupid-questions-official]

Hello! This is maybe a silly question but I haven’t been able to figure it out and I don’t know where else to ask.

So, I am a Roman history enthusiast, specifically Roman religious history, and I’ve started working on a small shrine. I’ll try to explain the concept because it’s important to my question, but it’s complicated so apologies if this is kind of long.

Basically, Romans had little shrines in their homes called larariums which were used for worshipping minor deities called lares. Lares were not part of the Greek/roman pantheon, (12 gods of Olympus, Zeus/jupiter, ect) they were more like spirits that were tied to specific places or families. Some were regional to a specific town, some were specific to particular buildings, stuff like that. A family’s lar could be described as a spirit of their home, a lar of a particular forest could be described as the spirit of that forest. I decided to make my own lararium (shrine) in the Roman style and create some Lares based on my hometown to put inside it. (The Roman’s had little statuettes of human figures to represent their lares, they kept these in their lararium shrine) I live near the Hudson River, so I decided to create a lar based on that.

I translated the original name of the Hudson River (the river that flows both ways, named by Lenape people before Henry Hudson ‘discovered’ it) into Latin, because frankly Hudson River doesn’t sound very good in Latin and I don’t want to name my lar after some random guy just because he was the first European to sail on the river. Since I’m going to name my lar after the Lenape name for the Hudson River, and because the river is really theirs more than anyone else’s, I want to inscribe some sort of acknowledgement into my lar statuette.

My question is though, would this be disrespectful? Should I add an inscription about how the Lenape named the river, and if so do you have any suggestions for what it would say? Is creating a lar to represent the idea of the Hudson River spirit disrespectful itself? (I’m addressing these questions primarily to Lenape people or to people from other tribes that may have advice, although I appreciate any good-faith input)

I’d like to add that I’m not actually religious myself, I don’t worship lar or spirits, nor do I perform rituals, I just love Roman history and love the Hudson (and really just the land of New York) so I wanted to pay homage to both with a shrine, sort of like an art piece. I have a lot of reverence for these things, not in a spiritual way exactly, but I care in a very personal sense about them.

I know that a lot of native tribes have had important spiritual connections to places and/or land, but I havent been able to find out how the Lenape people feel about the Hudson/if it was or is of religious importance. I am white, I don’t know any native people personally, and as I said I couldn’t find a place that seemed right to ask this question, except here I hope. If you know of a better place to ask, please tell me that too.

I appreciate everyone who has read through all this rambling, thank you :)

-

[happy-hokkyokugitsune]

It's been gnawing at my mind for a while now, but:

Is it safe to say you are the CEO of TenYachi or SemiTenYachi? The pairings make a lot of sense, yet before stumbling across your page, I never thought they existed.

Also, I've been thinking about a name for the SemiTen child, thought I'd throw out some ideas. (ft. rough meaning/translation) Akari (brightness), and Airi (love and affection) These two stuck out to me but I thought to see if you had any ideas!

I hope you've been well!

I think it's safe to say that currently I am the ceo of tenyachi and I have now fallen in love with semitenyachi so probably that too. I do know of a poly challange fan art that does include them and two other people - I should reblog it.

"They make sense."

ASGSJSKLALJSJ YAS! YES THEY DO! 😭💛

Holds self back from a long ass ramble about why.

But yeah def CEO (anyone else wanna dispute please do!) Considering the last Fanfic besides mine is a translation of a fic from 2016 - and then of course the noodle gum tragedy 😭. I can't even find any on other fanfic sites and fan art is minimal, like maybe three besides mine, I need to post more of them. I also have had people tell me how happy they are that the ship is alive again. 💛☀️💛☀️💛

SOMEONE SEND FICS AND FANART IF YOU FIND MORE, PLEASE!!

Olololo~ I'll have to have a little think about other names but I really love Akari between the two, I can just hear Tendou singing it.

Aaa-Kaaariiiiiii! My little loooove!!

(I'm also a huge fan of kurobokuyachi - kurotenbokuyachi - and any variations between them - Hm add Semi? Hmmmmmmmm, the only answer is yes. Tendou, Yachi, Semi, Kuroo, and Bokuto are my top five fave characters and I have many thoughts.)

I'm doing pretty good, dead tired because our kid has decided they are going to be an extreme sport youtuber, you show a snowboard video one time and now it's every tv time kid wants to see other kids doing those kind of sports. This dude is three and a half ffs. Anyways, long story short I have to chase them all over the skatepark while kid is on a bike or trying to skateboard and it's exhausting. We have a pretend youtube for them loool

I hope you are doing good too, I'm sorry about your dog 💛

[ameliasnormandy]

Nancy Drew Fanfic: Let's meet Everyone, Eloise

Hey, everyone. I am starting another fanfiction (I know, I know, anyone who has read my Tumblr, there is no surprise there). Still, I would love it if this could get some love and attention. I really like this idea. And I need all the help I can get to spread it (as I am terrible at promoting myself, a lot of the time, I don’t think my work is worth it). So, if you could do that, I would be so thankful. No matter what, I appreciate all of the people who have read my stuff and continue to support me in any capacity they and you can.

I do want to add I have not seen the show in its entirety quite yet, so be a little kind. Also, be kind to me. This one is more of an introduction to my series, so stick with it and with me.

Leave all your comments, likes, and shares: show this story and me some love. Please and thank you.

Thank you so much. You don’t know how much it all means to me.

Dear Aunt Eloise,

How are you doing? I hope all is well. Things are slightly more complicated here than I would probably like. I might be here longer than I had first anticipated. However, you know me, I’ll be fine. I will handle this. Though, if I am being honest, I have no idea what I’m handling. I’m not even sure what I’m doing here. I think it would be much easier if I knew. I haven’t exactly figured out what I’m missing, but something feels off. It assuredly could be all in my head. I am extremely hesitant to say all of this is simply in my head because it doesn’t entirely feel like that. I could see how it would be clearly in my head, and I would simply be losing my mind.

I’m sorry. I know I’m rambling; I should have a more precise train of thought. You know me. My thoughts are usually more precise, but right now, it feels like I am running in circles. Anyway, let me tell you a little about this town. It seems like a fairly ordinary town. There were several storefronts and even more homes. All of that was as it should be. I ended up at this small restaurant named the Claw. It is a cute little place. Actually, I’m currently writing this to you while sitting in the Claw.

I mean, I kind of wish I could just leave. Kind of wish this could be over and done with. After all, my sensibilities are almost completely lost being here. The confusion this place brings completely messes with my head. But you have told me I need to find some sort of closure. And while I’m not sure if this is the place I need to go to find such closure, I am more than happy to use this as my starting point. You’ve always told me I think first, second, and third and then still never act. And you’re right. I do tend to think far more than act. I try to rationalize everything, hoping to find something that will make sense of everything.

I’m sorry, I keep spinning in circles. I have conversations with myself that makes no sense to me and probably makes less sense to the people around me, but I keep talking in circles like it will help. I promise I will do better in my next letter to be more concise. It’s not like me not to be concise. It’s just my mind doesn’t quite know what to make of any of this.

It’s almost like Alice in Wonderland. There’s that talking doorknob in front of me. First, it’s telling me I’m too big to fit into the door, so I go to look for the potion or the cookie or whatever, but finding that cookie alone feels like I’m running the caucus race. Every time I feel like I’m getting close enough to the cookie to get through the door, something else changes it. I am just running in circles. I’m staring at the door, and I know the longer I stand there, the longer I try to find this cookie, the more I’m going to forget something important to open that door in the first place. And there’s nothing I can do about it. Because I’m walking in this fog, following a light that keeps changing. I keep thinking I’m finding something, and then I find that what I think I found wasn’t actually what I found, but it’s still important.

I keep fighting with these thoughts in my head that seem to be at war with each other to the point there is clearly no right answer. And whatever answer I might believe to be right changes within the moment, minute, within the second, even.

I know I’m talking in circles. So, let me start again. This time I’ll speak with a strength and confidence this letter shows I lack. Right now, I know I lack the confidence to believe in what I’m saying.

The truth is, for some reason, I trust some of the people around me. I don’t exactly know why. From the minimal interaction I’ve had with the people I met, everything seems normal. Everything feels like it should be normal, like everything is as it should be, yet I am stuck questioning that reality. And I’m trying to figure out what’s true if anything is.

Let me start one more time. I am currently in the town of Horseshoe Bay. However, I have not been in town long enough to give you an accurate description. There is, however, one place I can describe in detail, and there are five people I feel I am qualified to describe as well.

Let me start with the place, The Claw. The Claw has a vintage vibe. It has red vinyl seats. The white tables are covered most of the time by some sort of tablecloth. The blinds haven’t been taken down since, I’m sure, the 70s. There’s a bar buried in the corner on the right when you’re sitting in the booth I’m currently sitting in. I have made this booth my home. They have let me sit here for extensive periods of time, the owners, that is. The kitchen is in front of me. A rectangular window allows me to look into the kitchen, and the kitchen door is off to the right of that. The red front door is off to my left. I often stare at it when I’m thinking about leaving. Behind me is a view of the ocean. Most people would be looking at that, but what I’m thinking about won’t be solved by looking out the window. So, now you know where my home is, for now, or at the very least, where I spend most of my time.

Let’s go and meet our cast of characters. Starting with Bess Marvin. She is the fashionista of the group. She always seems to be wearing something extravagant and gorgeous. I swear. I have only known her for a few days, but I have never seen her wearing something out of style, not that I would know. I am what some would call a disaster, maybe even a hopeless case. It’s alright. I am willing to call myself that, maybe because I have been called worse. Not by you, of course. You would never. She is stunning. I feel like this whole town is full of models, and I didn’t get the memo. Like, is it in the water? There are so many pretty people here. She has this near-perfect black hair. And flawless skin. And these doe eyes that make the world seem so innocent.

Next up, let’s do George Fan. She is one of those tough exteriors but melty, gooey interior. At least, that is what I think. I hardly know her well enough to say anything, but the fact she is letting me stay all day at the restaurant she owns says a lot. She also has perfect black hair stylized in a way that both says she didn’t try and that she tried very hard. She has skin that looks flawless. There is not a flaw to be found. Not one. Is it too much to ask that she has one flaw?

Moving on to Ned Nickerson, Nick. He seems sweet enough. He seems to be a very genuinely sweet guy. I have found no reason to doubt him. Or to feel like I need to doubt him. Not that I have found any reason to truly doubt any of the people I’ve met so far. There’s just something about him that feels off. Maybe it’s just the fact he isn’t quite as good at hiding things as the others. He has been the one to make me doubt, but I still have no idea if I am allowed to doubt them.

He, like the others (this is a running theme), looks like he could’ve been or could be on some billboard advertising something that doesn’t really matter. He has dark skin and even darker eyes. These are the eyes I swear you read about in romantic novels written in the 18th century. Where they can stare into my soul, and I knew I could trust him for eternity and back again. Course, what nonsense is that? This idea anyone could stare into your soul well enough you believe they are staring into your soul and you, in turn, are staring into infinity, is nonsense. There is still, however, a small part of me that wonders. Could somebody actually know you? Is it possible for someone to know you like that? I didn’t think so. But sometimes, he looks at me, and I wonder.

He’s not the only one that has that look. Let me introduce you to Ace. While Ace has a last name, it feels almost undignified to use it. I just have this feeling it goes against his entire vibe. He gives off this persona like he doesn’t care like he would never care about anything, but the truth is he knows more about what’s going on than he wants you to know. He wants to appear as if nothing is going on in his head, but there’s clearly something more going on. I just wish I could figure out what he is thinking. I wish I could understand. I’m not even sure why. I know, in reality, it shouldn’t matter. Still, the more time I spend with him, and I tend to spend a good amount of time with him, I find the desire to want to know stronger and stronger. I know how insane that sounds. Trust me. There is no doubt in my mind how insane that sounds, but still, here I am. He has this blonde floppy hair and is still model-isque; don’t let him pretend he isn’t.

Now, let’s move on to the most interesting out of all of them. Nancy Drew. She is what I can’t figure out. No matter how much I try. She seems to be the one thing I can’t quite figure out. She seems to be the one constant thing that doesn’t make sense. I haven’t gotten many details about any of their lives, but I seem to have the most and the least about her life. I know, I know how weird that sounds, but it’s entirely true. I seem to know the least and the most about her.

Let me start with what she looks like. Other than the very ordinary, for this town, model aspect of herself. She truly looks like she stepped right off the runway. Her style might not quite fit, but everything else does. She has these stunning blue eyes that are intimidating because they dare you to be more than what you are, or at the very least, they dare you to be seen as more than you are, or maybe she sees you for what you are. It just feels like they want you to be more.

All the people I have met look like people who’ve never seen a bad hair day or experienced pimples. Even with all of that said, that is not what bothers me the most. Her hair, her hair, is what drives me the maddest, though. Because we have practically the same color hair. My hair is just a touch darker. Hers is more sunset mine is more copper. With that being said, her hair is pin-straight. I don’t know if it’s the water. I don’t know if it’s whatever styling shampoos, conditioners, gels, or everything else she uses. Maybe it’s just genetics. Whatever it is, it is absolutely pin-straight. You, my dear aunt, know my hair is the exact opposite. There is no pin straightness, no absolute way of styling my hair, or genetic code that made my hair straight. My hair is, at best curly, and at worst, it’s a complete and total disaster. That’s what gets me out of everything. That’s what really annoys me. Now, I know that seems a bit self-centered, and it clearly is. I make no attempts at saying it’s not.

Anyway, I need to explain to you something else about Nancy Drew. It is far more important I talk about her personality and life than her looks. She has a strong tenacity I admire. She keeps pushing to find out information about me. Normally, I would have absolutely no issues with her finding out anything about me, but well, you know. The reason I’m here alone is weird. And I don’t want to come off as the crazy person yet. My personality will do that enough, I’m sure.

I will give her this from the bits I’ve been able to pick up, which, again, aren’t a lot. She seems to have more of a handle on life than I ever did. I’m going to give you the Cliff Notes version because I feel that is the only appropriate thing. I mean, it’s not like I know much more. It’s just little things I have picked up on here and there. However, I wouldn’t want someone to know my whole life or to feel the need to blast it to someone they have never met before.

 So, the information is she is the daughter of a fable in Horseshoe Bay and a wealthy man. Apparently, the two of them got together, and stuff happened. However, something happened where she was adopted by a local lawyer Carson Drew, her father, obviously. And that’s about all that I’ve gotten. I know there’s a lot more. But what that more is they haven’t said. And I haven’t pushed.

I do want to say this before I finish my letter for today. If anyone can help me figure out what’s happening, it will be Nancy Drew and her friends. It is why I have spent so much time at the Claw. It’s not because I want to, but simply because I think they have the best information for me. I promise to tell you more in my next letter. I hope your life is going well, my dear aunt.

Love,

               Joe

[mul71v3r53-is]

This ask is a free pass to ramble about your ocs/stories if u want. Please tell me about them. I'd love to hear

YAY I LOVE CHRISTMAS if you don’t know much about the series (or uh. UTMV in general) this will be incomprehensible (it probably will be even if you do, my mind only makes sense to me alone and even then I get confused because there is a lot going on in here) so i apologise in advance

Okay so at the moment we’re a little too early for the OCs I was talking about before because all except the mer guy don’t even have their parents born at the moment. I will still talk about them but I kinda wanna talk about the next fic that’s coming up because I’ve been working on chapter on and off all month and I’m SO EXCITED!!

Okay so, I’m calling it Kintsugi, named after the Japanese pottery repair technique which will make sense because this one’s about Ink!! Why does this make sense, random new people might ask?; well not only was he basically pieced back together after he ripped his own Soul apart, but…he has a new Soul now!

…I know this is often not handled well and a lot of other Ink enjoyers aren’t a fan on this, but bear with me! - It’s actually technically…Broomie’s Soul?? In a sense? But both Ink and Broomie’s magic (because Broomie is its own entity in my stories, iykyk but it’s technically from another series I’m writing that takes place before this one. It’s Complicated) are so intertwined after millennia of partnership that it directly affects Ink too. This new Soul was made of a small chunk of like these crystal structures outside of the rest of existence (they’re significant to Broomie in particular, but that’s wayyy too spoilery to get into right now), and Broomie has kinda unlocked new Creation powers as a result! …Unfortunately, the Truce states that Ink can’t aid in the Creation of new AUs, so they’re mostly just used on repairs and silly little additions to the Doodle Sphere

Anyway, the fic mostly handles Ink’s adjustments to this change, him bonding with Error whilst they tackle Corruption issues in the AUs, and of course ending said Corruption. Not permanently, but enough where it’s at a manageable state for the rest of the series and ensures it doesn’t come up nearly as much. Also FELLOW ERRINK ENJOYERS REJOICE - THEY ARE THE ENDGAME OF THIS FIC!!

Unfortunately due to the nature of this being an actual character centric fic (like how 404 was SUPPOSED to be but I got a bit focused on other characters to the point where it’s just a fic about Error. Kintsugi is purely focused on Ink and Broomie) other characters getting attention will be purely coincidental due to their proximity to them; i.e. PJ, Error, Dream, etc. BUT THAT’S OKAY BECAUSE I LOVE INK AND HAVE LESS TROUBLE WRITING WITH HIM INVOLVED THAN ANYONE ELSE!! HE’S LITERALLY ME!!! (<- foaming at the mouth)

Anyway, I’ll stop talking Kintsugi for now because, again, spoilers, it’s due to come out around the New Year with any luck. So we’ll move onto OCs! Just keep in mind the ones I’ll talk about aren’t gonna be around for…A WHILE. One of them has a mom who is born when PJ - currently 5 years old in Kintsugi! - is 22 years old. That’s a while off.

Anyway! Said OC is the one in the wheelchair! This is because one of her moms is part snake monster, but whilst she didn’t manage to actually inherit the snake tail, she can’t walk at all. This is completely fine, though, because she’s kickass in her wheelchair; she learns how to fight just as hard as anyone else in it, and even surpasses a lot of her family members in strength due to her being able to just think up new tactics on the fly. She’s basically everything I wish I was when I was wheelchair bound for about a year as a teenager and I love her. She also has a slight speech impediment due to having fangs that are slightly too big for her mouth but, you know what, I find it hard to talk with average sized teeth, she’s probably better at communicating than I am even with the teeth, it’s whatever

Second OC I wanna talk about I will name but that’s because she’s on my mind all the time; Opal!! She’s a Poth kid, minor Goddess of the moon in Reapertale, and she, like her grandpa Geno, also uses a cane! I headcanon that a lot of the Afterdeath family do, in fact; Raven would likely need a mobility aid due to his shoulder, I’m pretty sure Goth is canonically disabled due to stunted magic (you can fact check me on this, but I’m basing this off of that comic where he’s training with Underfell Papyrus; he can’t use magic attacks all that well but he’s okay with using his scythe and, yeah, you can just attribute this to him being Reaper’s kid, but I’m pretty sure even Reaper can use magic attacks alright), Sorrell is quite literally totally blind and would need a cane regardless of headcanon…I’m unsure about Xhaji (which I learned recently is actually an Afterfresh kid?? Oops. Still keeping her as an Afterdeath kid here) and Shino, but my own Afterdeath kid, Reah, would also need some sort of aid since her legs are very weak in comparison to the rest of her body. But, Opal specifically needs a cane because she somehow inherited Geno’s high DT levels (Goth has it too, but his body can handle it better than hers), so she can easily grow tired, her bones are pretty brittle (similar to Reah’s legs), if she were to ever get severely wounded she would begin to melt rather than dust, etc. However she’s still quite active, since she helps Palette a lot with his job (he starts out with his own group of defenders when he’s a teenager, but over time he kinda just…Accidentally becomes an inter-dimensional delivery guy on his big air ship lmao). She’s otherwise pretty relaxed though, and mostly just likes to read books and bake. She’s also in a band with her two datemates! She’s a bassist :]

And yeah! Last OC I mentioned in tags - Splash! The mer guy! He’d also need some kind of aid on land, but, again, I wanna focus more on how to figure out how to draw hearing aids on his webbed ears…As well as the logistics of how they could work underwater.

Wait wait wait actually. One last OC who would need an aid; shipkid whose parents I won’t identify yet, she’s completely mute. I always imagined her having like this text to speech program on her phone, but idk! This is a sci-fi/fantasy mashup multiverse! Anything is possible, I should get more creative with it

I would also talk more about Aurelium, since I can a bit more now Moon and Stars is out, but, this post is long enough. I’ll save their post for another time ^^;