#i get it i get it it is kind of good for the soul yeaaaah

[whosname]

[Id. three alcohol marker drawings. 1. Wanderer Ginsan hugging Takasugi from the back. Takasugi looks like he's ranting about something annoying while Gin's grinning. 2. A happy Sakamoto hugging a surprised Ginsan. 3. Zura hugging Gin from the back. He looks kind of worried, Gin looks calmed. End id.]

[fangirlanxiety74]

TELL ME ABOUT TED. Headcanons you have for him, anything... Can be silly or serious.

Someone... SOMEONE'S ASKING ME ABOUT MY HEADCANONS?! IT'S BEEN YEARS SINCE SOMEONE'S ASKED ME ABOUT MY HEADCANONS!! HOLD ON, I MADE A DOCUMENT!! /ref/hj

In actuality, I did genuinely make a google doc. But it's not ready to be shared yet, so I'll share the highlights.

First off, the game manual lies. He is NOT 44. He's 33 at OLDEST. I kind of consider him more like 29/30. Just barely.

He grew up in South Carolina hehe, farm boy

Bisexual disaster but I think this is kinda just obvious.

He is the oldest between him and his 5 siblings!!! And adding onto this, he is SUCH a good older brother. I don't care if everyone else disagrees, he could be the worst man alive but the one good thing someone could say was that he took care of his siblings.

If you know Ayano from Kagerou Project, I think he's a lot like her when he's younger. Like 8/9 years old. He tried so hard to protect them all from their parents and keep them happy. He'd sacrifice so much for them, it's why he kinda,, went into the extreme of being so,, entitled as a grown up. Ykwim???

Just imagine. With the ice caves, moving without thinking to save the others before himself? His brain subconsciously doing what he knows best; sacrificing what he has for others.

Selflessness as a core trait for Ted, please.

Another thing relating to his siblings: He knows how to do ballet!! And he's REALLY good at it. He actually has a lot of fun doing it. One of his sisters wanted to, but she was too afraid to take lessons alone, so he went along with her in secret. Didn't get caught for years. (She stopped lessons once he got forced out of them)

He talks a little like a New-Yorker, or at the very least, that transAtlantic accent (yk like from the old movies?) to try and play off as that kind of guy like Great Gatsby.

His actual accent is Southern. Sometimes it slips out when he's like, extremely flustered/angry, but it's such a rare thing.

He can't stand the sound of someone crying, it immediately makes him angry. Take that, and yk, Ellen or Benny constantly crying... Yeaaaah. (This is also due to his siblings).

This is obvious, he forces himself into doing a lot of masculine things that he doesn't like to appear older/wiser/better, insert whatever word you wanna use that translates to "I am insecure about myself" lol

Okay this last one is really important to me and like. It. Needs its own special paragraph. He is a creative person in his soul. He loves to learn, he loves to write, he loves to read and dance and sing and draw and he has such a huge imagination and love for creativity. You can see it in his psychodrama with how it plays out like a full-blown Grimms Fairytale, the monster he imagined that no one else could see, the line in the radio drama "Am I the last storyteller, telling the last story...?"

He's a storyteller. He has so much to say and share, and he would've done something creative with his life if he had the option, but the abuse he faced and the societal expectations placed on him forced him to,, give it all up. Made him realize he could never have that. Which is why, at least in the game, AM chose him. Ted had so much potential to create, and just... gave it up. For seemingly nothing. Why wouldn't that make AM mad, who can't create, can't even imagine or wonder?

AKA Theatre Kid Ted canon, let it be known

I have like, also. I have a somewhat-AU of Omori for the ihnm cast, and Ted takes the role of Basil. I think Dream Basil vs RW Basil fit a lot of what he is as a kid vs an adult, or at least aspects of both due.

I also have a Hadestown AU of him with my self-insert where he takes the role of Eurydiceeee.... Like. Guys, Hadestown fans, hear me out. Ted singing "Flowers." AM singing "Hey Little Songbird" to Ted. PLEASE HEAR ME CAN YOU HEAR ME??? ARE YOU LISTENING??? /J

There's so much more I can say but this is getting so long I will definitely share more if people want nfjkdc bUT THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!!

[tomboyjessie13]

Guest room, DIO's Mansion

Twilight 1988

Mariah and Midler were hanging in the room, with Mariah was relaxing on the bed while Midler was lounging on the armchair, just then Medea enters the room with a tray containing fruit, pretzels, and a small bowl of melted chocolate.

Medea: Heya ladies.

Mariah and Midler: Heeeeeey~

Medea: *Enters walks into the room* So you girls spending the night here?

Mariah: Only Midler, I got work in the morning, so I won't be staying long.

Midler: *Giddy* Lord DIO finally wants to have an audience with me and I'm looking forward to it~

Medea: *Uncomfortable*... Good to know, *puts down the tray* anyways I got ya some chocolate fondue to snack on. *Prepares to leave* I gotta head back to work. 

Mariah: But you're off the clock.

Medea: I know, but sometimes I get called upon last minute to work on more shit.

Midler: Oh screw the guys here, take a breather with us.

Mariah: Yeah, you shouldn't have to do their dirty work, you're not the only servant here.

Medea: ....Huh, *smiles* you're right, D'Arby and Cool Ice should be doing their share of the work, not me!

Mariah and Midler: YEAAAAH!

Medea: *Flops on the bed with Mariah* X3

Mariah: Hahahaha!

Medea: So, what does Lord DIO want with you anyway?

Midler: No clue, but my guess is that he wants to spend some time with me for all the hard work i've done for him. I am one of the best assassins in the world y'know.

Medea: Yeah if he's not crushing on Hol Horse first, hehehehe.

Mariah: Well Horse is quite the looker, so. *Grabs a strawberry with chocolate*

Midler: That cowboy maybe cute, but he's got nothing on me.

Medea: I'm not joking, DIO's got Hol Horse on his top 10 list of favorites.

Mariah and Midler: ............

Medea: Not in order.

Midler: Oh.

Mariah: Am I on it? ;-)

Medea: Yeah, you two are on it.

Mariah: *Fist bumps* YES! 

Midler: That's a relief, because I would DIE if I wasn't. *Eats a pretzel*

Medea: *Sits up* You're being weird.

Midler: Oh no I'm serious, I put my heart and soul into our Lord, so I don't know what to do if he rejected me.

Medea: *Sad from hearing that* Hm....

Mariah: Yeesh Rose, you love him so much, why don't you marry him?

Midler: *Blushes* MARIAH!...Marry him huh? That would be a dream come true if that were the case~

Medea: *Silently gets up from bed*

Midler: *Swooning* Just think what would happen if Lord DIO took my hand in marriage, oooooh my wedding dress would be big and fluffy with blue flowers, I would look like a princess~ ^o^

Mariah: You're dreaming, Rose, he'll probably make that skank Eris his bride.

Midler: *Pouts* Oh boo, you're just mad because he chose me.

Mariah: That's not it!....On the other hand, though, if I was the one Lord DIO choses, I would have a dress that's not as extreme as yours, but it would be simple yet sleek, something sexy...or y'know, something more modest since Egypt's becoming Islamic. >3>

Midler: Oh I'm sure you'll still look beautiful no matter what you wear. *To Medea* Hey Meds! O3O

Medea: *Was in the middle of sneaking out the room during the whole conversation* NGH! >_<

Midler: What kind of dress would you wear if Lord DIO wants to marry you?

Medea: *Uncomfortable* Yeaaaaaah I'm not really much of a dress-y kind of person, also I just got out of a bad relationship, so marriage is totally out of my to-do list.

Mariah: We knew that, but like imagine "WHAT IF", it's a "what if" scenario.

Medea: Ohhh ok.... Well, as someone who grew up catholic, the dress in question would be modest since being indecent at a wedding is frowned upon.... Lord DIO however would probably find a loop hole to make me wear something too revealing for me.

Mariah: Yeah, he probably would, but hopefully he changes his mind when he sees you're more modest choice.

Medea: ......I hope you're right.... Excuse me, I gotta use the rest room. *Leaves*

Midler: K! ^3^

Medea: *Sits on the toilet(like a chair and nothing else!), feeling exhausted and sad* .................. *She looks at her right hand and imagines a ring on it* ....I was hoping that I get married to Jason with family and friends attending....not become a bride of Dracula with cultists and criminals watching.... How can those two fall for a guy like that?....*Starts thinking of their first meeting in Ireland, then later their "first time" in bed together, all of them with DIO at his splendor and glory*....*Blushes madly* MAC SOITH! Why did I have to fall for him!?

Rest room, DIO's Mansion

A few seconds later 

- END SCENE

Irish translation - Mac soith! = Son of a bitch!

I'm really sorry if this looked rush, I was really stressed out and have some pretty bad writer's block lately

[maguro13-2]

Darkness Reborn ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Final Chapter Pt.12 ~

Duo Maxwell : Ughhh! I think I managed to survive. Good thing I was able to survive that shock. I can't die if my Soul Data would be gone for sure. Still, I hope the guys of Wing would reunite with me very soon. But without any help from any of the Gundam Pilots, I just thought that we and Lain would appreciate the true kind of Deathscythe, but what's the use of it? Stupid Soul Eater and this stupid Square Enix. Those JRPG assholes are just a bunch of maggots.

Heero : Hey, isn't the time to give up. You still got some hope within us. Maybe it's time that you needed to find the true meaning of friendship in combat.

Duo Maxwell : Not now, Heero. I'm still waiting on something for you...[turns sees the Gundam Wing cast in suits] to return! Heero, Trowa, Quatre, and Wufei.

[S3&K Jingle : 1-UP - Howard Drossin]

Duo Maxwell : Guys! You all came back to me. I thought you were...

Heero : Alive? Yes, we were all alive and thanks to the help of that girl you fell in love with, we linked our Gundam's brains to become the robots that we piloted! We were lost in defeat to the hands of Necrodeus and that girl from the movie. Thankfully, we manage to use the ability to link with our robots' computerized brains. We knew it all along to finding out that Deathscythe was controlled by that Wired Girl.

Duo Maxwell : Yeah, that figures. She and I have a lot in common, but it's all good that we're finally back together. Listen, Necrodeus staged the Soul Eater thing, it was all a setup to bring the evil forces from Asura as a diversion for this galactic conquest thing from Demon Vibe. You all heard the thing right?

Quatre : Of course we heard the whole thing. Not just a thing thou, but the "entire" thing. Looks like the Ohkuboverse is was really facade the entire time and Demon Vibe behind all of this! The Real World AU got nothing on them. By the time, it's going to shatter Real World AU very soon.

Wufei : I will get the heartlesses' attention. Will call out our Gundams to distract the darksides and you meet Deathscythe at it's arrival to the city.

Trowa : With that in order, we can all finally have this world's moment of peace at last when the Ohkuboverse meet it's goodbyes. Real World AU won't be bothered by it for good.

Heero : So what do you say max? Need a hand to reunite us, Maxwell?

Duo : ....Yes, I'll give you a hand...for Earth! [shakes hands in agreement]

"REUNITED!"

Trowa : It's good to have you back, Maxwell! Now then, let's go kick some invading butts!

[Deathscythe arrives]

Deathscythe : DUO MAXWELL. I HAVE ARRIVED. LINK NOW TO BE IN BATTLE.

[the four other Gundams arrived]

Heero : Duo! That's our cue! Now's the time to link our souls to the Gundams.

Duo Maxell : Right!

ALL : DATA RESONANCE : GUNDAM LINK!

[The group transfers their bodies into the brains of their Gundams]

[Just Communication plays]

Heero : Aw, Yeaaaah-hahaha! WOOO-HO-HOOOOO! We are back! the Gundam Wing is back and ready to open our wings!

Duo Maxwell : And of course, I will make our revenge to complete option for ourselves!

Heero : And now we all finally knew that you were in engaged with Lain Iwakura at an age like this!

Duo Maxwell : Hey, don't get me starting the engage, you know that's our secret and the people will never know.

"Meanwhile..."

Inky Albarn : This world shall nothing become than a prison of mine. If only Bendy was here to see that...How much that I was going...to be a great mother. A mother that I was going to be proud of...

[images shows of Inky and Bendy on a date in the past]

Inky Albarn : What am I doing? What have I become? Who was I responsible for? This is not the Inky Albarn I know...

[Heart and Soul - Takahito Eguchi]

[a flashback shows Bendy and Inky in the 1930s]

Bendy : Inky. There's something that I needed to tell you this before.

Inky Albarn : Go ahead, my love. I'm ready to hear.

Bendy : Well...Ummm...okay! Here it goes. Inky Albarn, for having the best thing for taking me to a date and I've been waiting for this exact moment for us to be the love of my life. So, ummm, Inky Albarn I've been giving you this from a secret to keep it from those people in society.

Inky Albarn : What did you get for me?

Bendy : Uhhh...[thinking] roses that I gave her, giving a her good meal, and uhh, what was that last part again? [sees Boris behind the bushes]

Boris : [quietly] Go on! do it, man! She's all yours. Answer it and she will be yours!

Bendy : Okay...be brave! Let me show you a little magic. [straining]

*POP*

Bendy : Tada! Inky, will you be the woman that I wanted to be with? [opens a box that contains a wedding ring]

Inky Albarn : [blushes] I...I never been blessed like this before. [giggles] Yes, Bendy. I do.

[flashes back to the present]

Inky Albarn : [sobbing] Bendy...I promised that I would come back to you. I promise that...I wanted to bring everything back the way it was. [starts crying] What have I...What have I done!? Bendy! Please come back to me! Please come back to me! [her dress starts changing from black to white] Why did I let everything go, Why did I have my heart torn to pieces? Evans...I could never forgive you do such a thing! You will pay for everything what you've done! When I do...I will get my hands on that are really something, the hands of you that are red with humanity's blood, I will destroy you for everything, and for making me as a tool for destruction! I will have my revenge! I am going to make you pay for what you've done!

[door opens]

[To the World of Memory - Yutaka Minobe]

Inky Albarn : Hmm? Who's there?

Dr. Stein (?) : My, my. If isn't Inky Albarn. What are you doing here alone in this basilica of Italy, the one they call it the beautiful and famous Santa Maria?

Inky Albarn : How did you know about me that I was here in the Santa Maria and who the heck are you? Are you Inky Evans or are you some kind of trespasser?

Dr.Stein (?) : My, My. What cold receptions await you to have your exact revenge. Now then, don't you tell me you were interested someone. It was I who broke your prison along time ago after those technicolor maggots defeated you to stop your bad behavior. After all you are the mother of the new lord that I planned you to give birth. [takes his off clothes that appears to be a disguise and reveals himself as Sammy Lawrence]

Inky Albarn : [gasped in shock] It can't be...You? You're the one who broke my prison and set me free! Sammy Lawrence!

Sammy Lawrence : So nice of you to see in a fair reunion, I was hoping that I would see your face once again after your imprisonment in the place where I awakened the original Ink demon. Your husband is alive and he would await your return. After all, this is the place where you and him married at many years ago.

Inky Albarn : This is the place where I married Bendy? Many years ago?

[flashback shows Bendy and Inky at the altar, where Bendy is the groom and Inky herself as the bride]

Sammy Lawrence : That's right. Years before you escaped from your imprisonment, you were chosen as the bride to the Demon King's ceremonial marriage, a ceremony situated by the true ruler of his world, the King of all Ink Demons. And of course, you married the lord that was his "son".

[Bendy's Father is shown with Alice Angel and Boris]

Inky Albarn : His "son"? So I was there before I became queen of his world, Bendy's father was there and I knew him as well. So does that make me...

Sammy Lawrence : Yes, it is true. Very true. You are the mother of his "child", you were his spouse. A true heir that serves the royal bloodline of all Ink Demons! For Generations the bloodline has passed throuhout the ages and then when you will become part of that bloodline, an heir will become the part of it as well! The new lord is revealed to be the child you wanted to give birth. That is your wish that you must never forget.

Inky Albarn : My wish. I finally understand what my wish is form. If it means what it means to to be the part of the bloodline, then I will have my revenge, the one who betrayed me from the start and I will make their transgressions pay.

Sammy Lawrence : Hurry now, the door will vanish soon, we must be get going to get you prepared. Let's give them the meaning that anyone is the creator and lover who are traitors. And you Inky is alive and Immortalized.

Inky Albarn : Alive and Immortalized, When there is no vaccine to cure the dirty need, they will build the machine, which they will die tonight! That is what those wishes are for. Inky Eater Evans, you're next!

~ Ninety-First Scene : Inky Redemption ~

[lotus-mirage]

Trigun Stampede Episode 11 Liveblog!

I'll probably try to do the last one right after this

They're going right into the opening! Always a good sign.

Ok so Wolfwood isn't just gonna ditch for a while. Nice.

oh lmao I somehow wound up with in eng dub and was very caught off guard

oh this is way more comedy than I thought there was gonna be at this point. visually, at least, the background music is kind of... sad harmonica. not doing that.

wait wait, how does the doctor/priest guy have a percentage monitor happening. I thought this was more of a bio communion thing than a technological one?

Oh nice!! Lore exposition!!! :D

lol it even comes with visuals

"The manifestation of the beginning and the end. The source of all matter and energy." uhhhhh okay! I'm not gonna touch that actually.

...wait, the visuals have multiple icons under "core." Are there like aspects?

(yeaaaah the uh. the plants look uncomfortably like they've got humanoid lower bodies now. joy.)

okay but the way they're spinning it, the plants didn't have souls before now? I guess it's possible that they're running with having souls and consciousnesses being separate, but if that isn't the case then this would kind of put them into a worse spot? Like they're debatably putting the plants into a situation where they now have to deal with... everything up with this planet and beyond, potentially?

I guess what I'm getting at is I think this feels like not necessarily the opposite of 'saving [their] brethren,' but it's not really the same thing either.

"Then be crucified on behalf of the Sinners, as you wish!" yeah yeah okay. you do realize you don't have to be that blatant about it right <- (amused)

So potentially other plants had access to gates, then? Huh.

Oh oof. Roberto :(

Ohhhhh my god I was like 'ah trauma central time, huh?' and then Rollo got head-shotted. I was absolutely unprepared for that oh my god.

I realize Knives is wearing like a bodysuit or something but everytime he reappears I have like a split second of thinking he's butt-naked. Arguably this is better than the acne snuggie, but like. just marginally. sir. sir please put on a pair of pants.

Oh I think they're playing with filters that's so cool

I paused to write something down but the windmills in the background distracted me. They look like crosses again.

Oh! Oh yeah right I was gonna say it was impressive how uncanny Roberto and Meryl looked in that shot, especially considering it's the same models. Roberto especially though, like Meryl looks off but he seriously looks dead.

wait is this how the amnesia thing comes into play. I'd assumed whatever this is wouldn't stick, but that might actually be what happens???

I was gonna ask if the root-looking-things were just phasing through Vash's clothing or what, but now they seem to have gone through the bulletproof glass, so, uh. quite possibly.

I will say the flowers make for some really neat visuals!

Wait wait wait I just. Her name is Rem Saverem? Is that supposed to read as Rem Save-rem?? I just. Okay yeah I need to move past this but seriously

Huh, this guy? Wonder how long we're gonna follow him.

Oh that's. That's a visual, okay. I thought they were like underground. :0

Huh. Does kid-Knives' voice have an effect on it? I'm not 100% on that but I kinda think so.

Oh that's right we never learned what Knives' thing was. Interesting okay. (maybe he has a one-way gate? so he can receive matter and energy and therefore self-sustain?)

Also. I may be wrong about this but I am kind of reading this scene as Knives having had actual affection for Rem as well. Whether or not that lasted, idk, but that's the way it seems to me.

Oh! Oh hey Vash thinks so too. lmao okay, that was in fact the point of the scene, got it.

Huh. In front of the screen, they look exactly the same. Hair, eyes, and all.

actually no their eyebrows are still different

WAIT THERE'S A THIRD ONE?

...is that the kid from the doctor's photo???

...frozen??

Oh. Oh yeah that's.

What the fuck.

... okay Knives' freakout is understandable! Okay!!!

"ALIVE" are you sure about that. maybe technically.

Oh this guy literally has read the bible. I keep forgetting that a portion of this symbolism is in-universe, too. Man.

"Let's have faith in humanity" as very ominous music plays. That's fun. I am having so much fun right now.

Ah. Decapitated. Oof.

...Why is his coat also changing colors?

"Happy Birthday, Vash." It's his (your guys'?) birthday????? You picked your shared birthday????

also "I've finally got him back!" idk buddy that doesn't look very 'back' to me!! That looks like the opposite of 'back.' I'm being facetious here, I know it's a possession thing, but the point still stands.

Oh the flowers opening is a really cool visual.

Okay yeah Knives isn't just referencing bible stuff, he's actively invoking it. ...That's actually my favorite way of doing things I love when characters apply framework/themes/symbolism to themselves.

...yeah that was pregnancy imagery before and it sure is now!!!! I am. Very squicked out right now. Wahoo.

Wait the gate can be physically entered??? Wasn't expecting that, alright.

"permitted death" huh. Actually. Why are you still around? Like I would have expected Knives to want to accomplish his plan without humans involved?

It's making a humanoid figure???? Again was not expecting that.

And titlecard at the end of the episode! Neat.

End notes:

Wow aside from like two physical gags at the beginning of the episode this is incredibly distant from the tone of the first couple episodes.

I'm kind of scrambling for what else I have to say here. Hmm.

I was. incredibly uncomfortable with parts of this episode but uhhh it was all mostly-me things or presumably on purpose! So still overall jiving with it.

Aside from the first bit, actually, I was really surprised at how little Meryl and Wolfwood had to do this episode? With Meryl especially there was a lot of buildup, so I was expecting a bit more action from her. But I guess this episode didn't really have action, it's more trying for a grand culmination sort of thing.

Hmmm. Yeah I'm gonna leave it at that and go watch the last one haha :D

[hurgablurg]

owl house finale!

spoilers!

HOLY SHIT!!!! That knocked my socks off and really made my week!

at first i was like “aw man collector why are you willingly traumatizing people” and then its like oh, right, they’re a dumb little kid

i was SO hyped for Belos to pilot the entire island and get the shit knocked out of him on an epic scale by on reflection that would’ve killed EVERYONE, so it���s good that it didn’t happen. Props to Raine for surviving that much suckage AND breaking free AND taking the initiative to try to kill him!

I want to know King’s dad carnally. Let me talk to the agender possibly-hermaphroditic giant demon dilf. PLEASE. Wait no where’s they goin-

Luz took a LOT of aesthetic influence from her goth girlfriend for that Titan-magic form, and she is soooo valid for stealing that drip. mismagius-lookin’ ass gen z

collector learning FEELINGS and about DEATH even though the lesson about death was kind of subverted by Luz coming right back? i dunno, there was also trauma involved so maybe that will stick with him

oh and also suck it anne-clone theorists, souls are REAL. and if i had a dollar for everytime a disney show protagonist spent their body to stop an impossibly-strong threat and were later given a new meat-suit by god, i could buy a sodie-pop.

TAG-TEAM BATTLES HELLLLL YEAH LOVE ANGRY KING HE’S SO FERAL

I LOVE IT WHEN THE POWER OF LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP SAVES THE DAY

KILLED HIM. MELTED HIM AND STOMPED HIM AND CRUSHED HIM AND BEAT HIM AND KICKED HIM LIKE A GANG OF GAY ITALIAN TEENAGERS BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF A RANDOM GUY. GOODBYE FOREVER YOU PURITAN FUCK

GAY SHIT HELL YEAAAAH

collector literally said 🥺 and we love that for them BUT I AM SO MAD THAT HE WASN’T ADOPTED BY ANYONE C’MOOOOOOOON LET THEM PLAY HALO 3 AND EAT PIZZA BAGELS

goooooooood i love “where are they now endings”, especially when everyone is still TOGETHER.

POST-SCRIPT COLLEGE FANFIC TIME

i love the credits just pausing over the disney legal stuff and branding part of the credits like “oh. you’re still part of this. whatever.”

Fantastic fucking series, fantastic fucking episode!

hey wait aren’t the rest of the collectors still out there...?

WAIT WAS HOOTY THE TITAN’S PALISMAN

[miekasa]

mie!! since u write such beautiful gorgeous astounding breathtaking life-changing tearjerking fics, do YOU have any good fic recs that you personally love 🤔

I do! I have a whole blog of wonderful fics I’ve read (tho I desperately need to update it/reblog the ones in my drafts and tag them) @ackermeun for more if you want because there are many lovely, talented writers; but I’ll list a few of my faves for Levi and Eren below 😌😌

Levi

kiss me more by @vennilavee

Now, I could recommend you anything and everything by Saran and I have no doubt that you would love all of it. There’s not a single thing in her masterlist that I dislike, she even made me okay with the idea of pegging Levi bye. The entire tbah universe (specifically parental moments one) has a special place in my heart, but recently the perpendicular world has been on my mind, and might be coming for number one. Either way, you’re gonna love it. She writes Levi in his slightly bitchy, kinda needy, implicitly affectionate, true to nature form, and I am so grateful for it. Also, Saran is a comedian. 

silver soul by @oi-levi (now posting from @bibblelevi)

I suck at keeping up with series, and, so, naturally, I’m terribly behind on this one, but I’m gonna go ahead and rec the whole thing to you anyway, because I have no doubt that the other chapters are just as great the two I’ve read so far. The way she writes Levi... when I tell you I could wrap myself up in a blanket and binge this whole series, and her entire masterlist, and be very content I mean it; her writing feels warm, that’s the only way I can explain it. 

the art of tea composition by @karikarasuno

I don’t remember how or when I found this fic exactly, probably just scrolling through the tag, but I love it. Domestic fluff with Levi, allowing me to pretend I’m a morning person, and just the right kind of smut to go with it. Simple and very, very effective. I’ve reread it a few times by now, no shame.

where you’re meant to be by @deludedimagines

After you read this, I also suggest just going after the whole masterlist. I cannot express how grateful I am to have found this blog PLEASE. Her characterization of Levi is perfect, and something about her prose feels very clean and simple, but elevated and layered at the same time. This one-shot in particular is one of my favorite canonverse pieces, I’m a sucker for a classic injured lover trope. 

the ones who matter most by @deludedimagines

Yeah... this shouldn’t be a surprise. Fantastic writing, fluff in canonverse has a special place in my heart because I think it can be really hard to pull off well; it’s difficult to balance a sense of softness within the aot universe for the obvious reasons, and getting Levi’s caring nature right can be (unfortunately) so hard to find. Good thing people like Sorcha are here. Enjoy more fluff. Also this fic is particularly fantastic to me not just because of the injured lover trope, but because the 104th babies pay a visit and you all know how much I love a good glimpse of reluctant adoptive dad Levi hehe

bullet by @jean-does-not-have-a-horseface

If you can’t tell by now, I love canonverse fluff, tho this fic isn’t fluff in the traditional sense, but I think that makes it all the much better. Perfect depiction of real life shit that would go down in the aot world paired with Levi’s need to protect his s/o. It’s fantastic. 

the knife by @therealvalkyrie

I didn’t mean to turn this into Mie’s Favorite Canon Fics Showcase, but here we are anyway. As much as I love a good injured lover trope (and this does have that hehe), I love a good kickass reader insert, too. Shoutout to Valkyrie for included both in this fic, and Levi being proud of his s/o... well you can imagine how much I liked that bye

dante’s inferno by @alrightberries

College au + roommates au with Levi... that should be enough for you to read this lmfao, no but actually it’s adorable. Not to mention friends to lovers... if you know me you know how I feel about that, I’ll gobble up every f2l fic until I’m dead and gone. Not to mention there’s a cat and Levi won’t admit he likes it, or he’s jealous of it. Simply cannot go wrong here. 

waves know shores by @onwiings

Bro I don’t even like the idea of public sex and I’m not even a fan of water like that but this fic has me wrapped around it’s pinky lmfaoooo. Some of the best Levi smut I’ve read and you already know how I feel when Levi and reader have cute interactions with the 104th in fics. Really it’s checking every item on my list. 

Eren

speed racer by @emeren

I’m pretty sure I found this fic during my midterms last semester, and when I tell you I’m so grateful for it lmaooo. It’s really just a good au, I think it fits Eren (honestly barking at just the concept) and the writing brings it all to life. 

under the moonlight by @murmikaa

I’d have to be dumb not to recommend this to you. I love reading longer fics, and if you do, then this will 100% satisfy you. The whole story is great and immersive, not just between Eren and the reader; their relationships with the other characters are really what makes this special imo. There’s also beach sex, so. Obviously it’s good. 

untitled.avi by @puredivinity (now @celestidarling)

Naur you must of thought wrong if you thought at least one of Mara’s fics wouldn’t be here. I’m obsessed, I think I’ve read it three times minimum. I read all her Eren fics, and you should too. She writes him in such a dreamy way, almost like he’s right there and too good to be true that you must be hallucinating. Immaculate. 

midnight snacks by @writertitan

Dumb, college-typical antics and fluff with Eren... obviously you know I’m about that. The whole concept is so mundane, but so cute, you can’t help but fall for it because it could be so real!! I love that kinda stuff hehe 

i’m your satellite by @ackerfics

Comparing hand sizes with Eren!! YEAAAAH!! No, okay, but I read the summary and was ready to dive in because... size kink go crazy, but when I tell you I was so blown away to find out that it was not only from Eren’s pov, but that he was being a complete simp and down terrible the whole time. Normalize boyfriends being completely fucking in love with their gfs that simple shit like the size of their hand makes them wanna simp even harder!!!!

eren as an ass man by @hznji

I’m dying on the hill that Eren is an ass guy and you should too because it’s the objective truth. Fluff, Eren being a complete dog as per usual, Eren’s being touchy (I will also die on the hill that he’s touchy as fuck and has no concept of personal space) and just in genral snarky but cute banter. Gotta love that. 

Jean

tears over beers by @appplepii

When I tell you this is my favorite Jean fic, I mean it. Friends to lovers with hopelessly pining Jean + oblivious reader = everything I could have asked for in a fic, AND it’s from Jean’s pov too!!! INCREDIBLE!!! The pining made me yearn, and the smut was so well done, too. 

this drabble by @arlerted

Whatever, whatever, WHATEVER!!! I DON’T WANNA TALK ABOUT IT!!! Cal is right, don’t do drugs but... this mf... this imagine.... has been burned into my mind since the first time I fucking read it bye. Callie also writes a bunch of filthy (affectionate <3) fics and drabbles and lewds and you should read them, preferably when you’re alone and with the lights off. 

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Oc-tober day 5: Old

For Day 5’s challenge, I brought back what I believe to be my first trans character haha. This will start as cringe plz bear with me. Im copy pasting the Quickie I had planned for a post in my writing blog.

PunchLine: Quickie Summary

Just suddenly grew nostalgic of this story lol. Notes before delving into the plot:

-        I literally started this story’s concept when I was in 5th – 6th grade and first watched Ouran High School Host Club. My kid brain was mad at Haruhi for not taking advantage of her passing as a boy so I made what started as a self-insert oc that gradually transformed into my first trans character ever. Whack, lol.

-        Just a side thing, most of my damn stories have playlists and I swear, All Time Low/All American Rejects songs are exclusively this story’s official soundtrack.

-        The main character’s name is super…. Wow lol. Please bear with me I might change it, just… this was a story I started making when I was 11 and really liked ‘unique’ names instead of conventional ones >X,,D

-        Please have mercy on my tiny weeb soul.

Lolol ok, plot start naw. Keep in mind I was very influenced by anime at this point of my life so I started this in a stereotypical Japanese setting but made it more Americanized over the years. Big oof.

Protagonist (I called em Echo lol) is a hella poor girl living pretty much by herself in a shitty apartment. Her aunt is her caretaker but she’s never home and she doesn’t work. Echo has to work a job herself to make money for food. She has a quiet personality, long, terrible hair with split ends everywhere, and a boxy frame. She works doing lots of manual labor, adding to her poor health.

Because she’s always been quiet, no one knows who she really is. She’s just ‘that poor girl who never talks’,  and they mostly leave her alone. One particularly shitty night however, after getting fired without her pay, she gets caught by some hotshot popular dude and his cronies with her work uniform on. Kids aren’t supposed to work. He takes a picture and threatens to turn her in if she doesn’t follow him. He’s just looking for some easy fun with a docile girl he can make do anything. She’s done being docile.

In true anime fashion she beats the hell out of these dudes, trash talking them the entire time. She’s merciless, bashing them all black and blue until they pass out. Only once everyone but the main instigator is down does she take his phone. “I have back-ups!” The boy exclaims through broken teeth. She looks at him and posts the image onto his feed herself. She’s done going to school anyways. She destroys the phone, laughing, and he loses consciousness. She gets up and dusts herself off.

She had a spectator. Some dude had watched the whole thing from his fancy car. He thinks he could use someone like her.

The following week goes as expected. She’s expelled. Her aunt came to act as a concerned guardian in front of the school but left immediately after. She took Echo’s savings. Echo is laying in her mattress on the floor, pretty much wishing to be dead when a knock on the door breaks her concentration.

Oh boy. It’s the spectator dude with two other boys (one of em may end up being cut lol). He has a proposition. She join their prestigious team from some fancy school for something (idk I initially had her join a mob lol but these kids are still in highschool. Maybe their fighting club?) and they’ll pay for her tuition and living expenses. But there’s a catch. The team is boys-only and she has to crossdress. She signs up immediately anyways lol. From now on, she will live as a boy (so I will use he/him pronouns).

Hmm… mayhaps the reason Echo has such a ‘unique’ name is because he chose it himself. Like the edgy teen he is. Cries.

Echo packs his stuff and goes with em. He hears the specifics about his new group. Eric is the leader, who’s father founded the group. He clearly puts on an aura of being tough and in control, but his delivery is too forced. The spectator dude that found Echo is his co-leader, a guy who actually knows what he’s doing, but doesn’t want to overthrow Eric because he thinks it’s funny seeing him struggle. He is a dick lol. Depending on whether or not I’ll use him, the third dude is Eric’s best friend from childhood meant to be the soft one who helps Echo settle at first.

Moving on, I don’t have a coherent timeline of events, just scattered things that will happen. For sure, Eric and Echo keep butting heads, mostly because Eric tries to control Echo and the group as a whole too much, and Echo is like ‘dude, your demanding for perfection only makes me want to screw things up more to show you how unhealthy your expectations are. And also cuz youre cute when you’re mad.’

Eric has a legacy to live up to. He’s the classic worrywart trying to live up to an image and failing. Echo was brazen at first with his trying to mess Eric up, but he softens as he realizes how much it effects Eric. They eventually hear eachother out and come to a compromise. That’s the start of their friendship.

Then, a year later, comes Kimmie. She’s Eric’s childhood crush. She’s short, she’s plump, and she has a rude attitude. Eric’s been a simp for her since he was a kid. He tries way too hard to make her see him as a romantic partner; she’s the reason he grew out his hair when he heard her casually mention she likes it long.

What’s his reason for liking her so much? When they were kids, Eric was plump too, but unlike with her, kids would pick on him because he always just took it. She defended him a lot, and her fiery personality mixed with her ability to hit kids and get away with it made her feared. He idolized her ever since.

She reacts to this as well as you’d imagine a childhood crush staying just a crush is handled. Meaning she clearly sets up walls around him and tells him he’s not interested. Echo, however, catches her eye.

After a P.E session, Kimmie follows Echo to his usual changing place and catches him with his top off. Kimmie knew Echo was a ‘girl.’ Kimmie explains she had seen Echo before his transition. Echo laughs it off, finding her brazenness cute. “So what now? You wanna tell the school?” “… I require you for something actually…”

Kimmie is dating Echo now. Eric is devastated. Kimmie flaunts Echo around like a trophy, breaking many girl’s hearts that had previously asked him out. Echo has to follow her around as a part of their deal, but he doesn’t mind it. The more he learns about her, the more he likes her.

Eric tries to confront him about it along with his friends. Eric’s approach is…. Well… “You’re faking this, right? You don’t like girls, you’re not really a boy!” “Dude, I like what I like. Deal with it.” This response further punches Eric in the gut as everyone laughs nervously.

Some big event comes and Echo is Kimmie’s plus one. Eric doesn’t want to attend it so he stays in the mansion. Echo is feeling the guilt of the situation more with each day that passed. At the event, him and Kimmie have a great time, but when they escape the crowd and are alone, she tries for a kiss. Echo doesn’t proceed. Kimmie is disappointed, but Echo explains.

“I know the real reason you wanted to date me. It’s the same reason you touch my chest so much, why you wanted to see me in a dress, and why you told Eric you like long hair. Kimmie, you like girls.” He steps away from her. “And I can’t be your girlfriend in disguise.”

Kimmie is floored. She begins to cry. Echo is right. She’s a lesbian but she never wanted to accept it. She kept telling herself she’d find the right boy, and when Echo came, it felt so perfect. She thought she could just slip in and pretend that she was straight. But she isn’t.

She apologizes. She says, however, that she truly does like Echo now. Echo sighs and rubs their neck. “You can’t like me Kimmie… I’m not…” Kimmie thinks it through. “But… you were a girl before! The only reason you’re dressed like this is because of the contract!” “Yeaaaah… but I kinda like it now. This feels…. Better. More me.” Echo grins with confidence. “I’m a man now.”

Kimmie takes Echo’s figure in and sighs. “Ew. I can’t be date a man.” They laugh and break up, Echo going back home. Kimmie returns to the party and is spotted by one of Eric’s friends. He asks where Echo is and she tells him everything. Echo is going home, him and Kimmie just broke up. The friend tells Kimmie some comforting words before running away to the hall to call Eric and tell him the good news. Kimmie is available again, and he can be more aggressive this time!

Eric is slumped in the couch after binging Netflix and eating a pint of icecream. When he hears the news, his mind is stuck on only one piece of information. Echo is coming back home. Instead of feeling happy about Kimmie being available again, Eric realizes Echo is coming back after a break up. His worrywart tendencies has him picturing a comedically sobbing Echo, ruthlessly broken up with by Kimmie, wondering how he could continue to live without her. He cleans up the couch and by the time Echo enters, he’s saved him a spot on the couch and his own pint of icecream. Echo laughs but sits right beside him, accepting the comfort, even if Eric doesn’t know the full story. They have a nice night together, and by the morning, Kimmie’s sexuality is revealed thanks to a picture she posted in her social media celebrating with a girl she kissed.

She’s officially out and happier for it. Eric congratulates her when they run into eachother in the hallway. She’s surprised he’s not as sad as she expected him to be, but she’s touched by how genuinely kind he’s being to her. They stay friends, and even get closer thanks to Kimmie now putting her walls down again.

Movin on to another story event, Eric’s mom has been away for most of Echo’s stay, but she comes back. Eric has made it clear that Echo should stay away from her, and never let her know his transition. She somehow finds out thanks to some mishaps anyways. When the contract is revealed, she is ASTOUNDED that her boy would force a GIRL to live as a MAN. She’s putting a stop to this! She takes Echo away for a weekend spa treatment, girling Echo up, talking over him through the whole thing, never listening to his complaints and only reassuring herself that Echo is safe now and free to be pretty and feminine once more! It’s the proper way!

Needless to say Echo is uncomfortable.

The more Eric’s mom talks about herself and her own life, it’s clear that her way of thinking stems from some issues she had as a kid, being forced to work and to give up feminine things, but Echo doesn’t feel like she did at all. And though Echo enjoys some of the spa things, and doesn’t much mind being put in a dress, he just… prefers a suit. Would rather stay at home training with the group. Would rather keep his hair short as opposed to the length Eric’s mom proposes him to grow it at. It’s a bunch of little things, but they culminate in solidifying to Echo… he just wants to stay a boy. He’s not being forced to be one. He genuinely likes it.

When they return from their trip, Echo is in a skirt and heels. He is dolled up with professional make up and styled hair. The group ogles him, but as comments get thrown around about how good Echo looks as a girl, Eric can’t feel the same. He just feels it’s too… off. He doesn’t bring it up, he’s afraid he’ll hurt Echo’s feelings. All his mom’s mutterings got to him, and Eric feels guilty for forcing Echo to live as a man. 

During dinner, he reassures his mom and Echo that they can get rid of the contract and Echo can live in their house and attend their school clause free.

Echo stops him right there.

“I don’t want to be a girl. I’m a boy.”

Eric and his mom are confused. They try to reassure Echo, but Echo continues. “No. No offence ma’am, but all weekend, you have talked over me, never listening to what I have to say. I don’t want to be a girl. I am not like you. I do not share your experiences nor your desires. I like being a boy. I like being called a boy. I like dressing like a boy. I want to be known as a boy.”

Echo gets up.

“I’m going to go change now. But before I go, I want to keep the contract. I have no problem with any of the conditions.” Echo looks at Eric and smiles. “I like being a part of the group and competing with you guys.” He’s flustered by his sincerity. Echo leaves. For the rest of the day, Echo is unbothered in his room, but when night comes, Eric goes up to bring him some food.

Echo didn’t really wash off the make up very good (damn that high quality stuff), and his hair is a mess. But he’s in comfortable clothes and he brings in Eric so they can hang. They talk about trivial stuff at first, spend an hour playing a game, and when it’s 3am, Eric gathers the guts to talk about it. That he’s glad Echo stood up for himself, and he sees him as a boy too. Echo bursts into laughter, teasing Eric.

“So that’s what you were so nervous about. I thought you were planning to ask me on a date.” More flustered Eric. “W-Why would I-“ Echo gives him a half hug that stops him, hiding his own blushing face. “Thanks…” Eric hugs him back. It’s yet another sweet moment before they finally get together…. In some other event in the future mwahahaha. Idk, I haven’t decided yet when they confess and actually start going out ;p cries.

Welp, there ya go. This is a story I still cringe at because of how anime it starts but damn these chars got me. I love Echo, Eric and Kimmie ;o; I’m sorry I’m a sucker v-v

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【Aaravos liveblogs The Dragon Prince】Season 1, Episode 1

(Note from the mun: Probably best experienced by reading it while watching the episode yourself? Unless you have great memory of the episode’s details, I assume. I didn’t flesh out the descriptions of the individual scenes because the following text alone took me more than three hours and is 12 pages in Word already. Sadly, I forgot to add time stamps. I might edit them in later if I have the time but I hope that it’ll be possible to follow the script without them for now.

With that said, have fun!)

 *The Intro plays. Magical birds are flying over the waves of an ocean.*

Oh, oh my stars… I’m getting a lump in my throat right off the bat…I can watch Xadia everyday thanks to my arcanum’s ability to see into the beyond. Yet, this feels…different. How long has it been since I’ve walked freely in its wonderful landscape, felt the soothing breeze of the Xadian s-

WHAT THE! HOLY SHOOTING STAR! THAT IS MY VOICE. I – what

*His brain enters a state of frantic confusion.*

????!!!???!! This…this is so surreal. Forgive me but I’m – as you people say – absolutely losing it.

….

 ……………

That is- I just can’t believe it.

That Is Me! I’m in the Netflix. My voice is actually, really, in the Netflix!!

*He burries his hands in his hair with excitement. His initial fear is forgotten.*

 [“…rich in magic and wonder.”]

No offense, but I sound GOOD. I mean, technically I know that. But hearing myself like this is so different from hearing my voice from my own perspective.

*He squeals in anticipation.* This is so awesome.

…

Oh, the music is so sweet…

…

That dragon is…well, I guess I can try to ignore him…

…

…Why is he in every shot? Do we really need him to explain the arcanums? He’s not that great. Believe me.

…

Ok, the flight effect is really spectacular. I have to admit that.

Still, stupid dragon.

…

[“…a human mage…”]

OHHHHH I remember that one *he growls*

…

[“…discovered new magic…”]

Yeah, I bet you “discovered” it. I wonder how you “discovered” it. I’d really like to know. You gotta enlighten me about that “discovery” of yours.

…

In loving memory of those poor birds.

…

OH! OH! OH MY STARS! There I am!! It’s me!!! Hey, I actually look decent for a change. Sigh, I miss my old wardrobe. That scarf was my favourite. So silky and soft.

Also, not to brag, but my hair? Nice.

…

Sigh, poor humans. It breaks my heart everytime I think of the split…

…

Still forever impressed that they managed to draw an actual lava line through all of Xadia.

That’s some true dedication to the cause of hating each other. But I guess if it fuels your ambitions…who am I to judge…you idiots…

…

Oh, Thunder…my cherished…friend…

…

[“But in the eve of last Winter’s Turn…”]

*He inhales sharply*

Oh…this is where the future begins…I have yet to experience what is about to be shown…

…

Unspeakable dark magic? *He rubs his temples, visibly annoyed.* Yeah, I already have an idea what that might have been.

You idiots. All of you. Dragons, elves, humans, all idiots!

…

I’m really carrying myself with a lot of grace in this narration. Good job, future me! I can assure you, that is probably not what I have felt on the inside.

…

Welps, guess there goes your family tree, Thunder. My condolences.

…

[“Now the world stands on the edge of all-out war.”]

I’m pretty sure I smashed my head on the table after that line. Again?! AGAIN?! HAVE YOU NOT LEARNED ANYTHING? You incredible fools?!! You like this, don’t you? This is fun for you, there’s no other explanation. Why else would you imbeciles continue to fight each other like little, immature, bratty kindergarden children.

It’s –ARGHASFADADSF

The worst part is – I knew all of this from the very beginning. Why did I – why do I even bother with helping you…

*He takes a deep breath.*

Calm down, calm doooown… *he hums*

Anger is not good for your soul. You’ll just get bitter and start to come up with horrible revenge fantasies. It’s not worth it. Remember that. Caaaaalm…..

……..

Ok. I’m feeling better.

Let’s continue.

…

Is-is that boy drooling on his glow toad? Poor thing…but that begs the question, why does he let it sleep in his bed in the first place. I would not recommend that…at all. *He shudders.*

…

Oh, that’s a very impressive drawing of a drag-………..marshmallow monster? Really?...well, I guess, that’s…human imagination…very…cute.

…

Yeah no, I don’t think the glow toad was scared…

…

Oh my, that poor guard is dead. So many moonshadow elves? Not a chance.

…

Aaaaand, of course he trips.

…

I’m about to eat my cloak. She let him go.

You might as well turn yourself in as voluntary dragon breakfast now.

…

HHHHeeey!! What’s that greasy dude doing in front of my mirror?

Don’t touch it! I hate it when there are grease spots on the glass.

Well, I guess those humans successfully raided Thunder’s lair. At least I’ll have more sunshine now.

Heyheyhey, I said don’t touch it!

It’s not like you could understand any of those runes anyways.

…

What? He is the High Mage? I have foreseen that the High Mage of Katolis will be important to me. But I expected something…else.

Can I never be lucky? Is that what I get for being so kind, so gracious, so willing to sacrifice myself to help you all? Couldn’t fate be nice to me for a change?

Sigh, guess that’s what I have to work with now.

This better not be too tiring…

I mean, he slew Thunder. That’s something. I guess…

…

Noooo, don’t cover the mirror. My sunshine, remember? At least let me have that. I’ve only seen cave walls for the last couple of centuries. I’d love to have a little change of scene.

Damn.

…

*Harrow rising*

“I woke up like this.”

With perfect hair and perfectly dressed. Ah yes, very realistic. Just like me, every morning. (I’ll never tell you if that’s sarcasm or not.)

…

Oh yes, execute him!

Ok, sorry, I guess that came out a little too excited…*cough*

…

That bird’s nice.

…

That bird’s name is…well, I guess it’s a name.

…

He’s surprisingly calm considering he and his whole crew are about to be violently murdered by moonshadow assassins.

That’s some startouch-level coolness.

Impressive.

…

[“…we must find them today…”]

Yeaaaah, good luck with that…

…

Moonshadow elves are always so dramatic when it comes to their acrobatics.

Yeees, you’re very cool. A real ninja. Here, have a pat on the back. Now go back and play with the others.

…

Please don’t tell me you think veteran moonshadow assassins can’t tell the difference between blood and moonberry juice…

…

Aaaand, you think they can’t. *He slaps his forehead.*

I’m foresing that a great assassin career lies ahead of you. Yes, really.

…

*Cough* Wh-who is this very good looking fella, holy shooting star…

I mean.

Who is this?

He looks important. Like an important elf. Probably their leader.

Yes, that must be it. I just deduced that. I’m very smart.

*The coughing intensifies.*

…

*He sees the necklace.*

Nooooooooo, he is betrothed.

Whyyyyyyy fate. Won’t you let me have anything?

…

Did…did he just fall for the moonberry trick?

You’re very beautiful but forgive me, that was very dumb.

…

This face…my stars…

……………………..

 ………………….

………..What on earth is going on with me? Focus you dumb, old startouch elf.

It’s not like you to be so easily impressed with others. There’s absolutely no reason for that.

He’s just a boring, average moonshadow elf.

Whatever those weird, inexplicable, mushy feelings in your stomach are, we are done with those.

No more silly touchy-feely emotions.

Ok, let’s get back on track.

Ha, see, you have no power over me, you ridiculously pretty moonshadow elf!

Glad we sorted that out.

…

Yeah, he can see that.

…

That human village looks pretty sweet actually.

I wonder if they sell bread.

I’d love to have some bread now.

Wait, what?

…

Ah, jelly tarts. I remember those. Never liked them. Not enough chocolate. How can they make pastry. Without chocolate. I will never understand.

…

Those are…some impressive lashes.

Apparently modern day humans in Katolis like to put make-up on their pets?

Isn’t that animal cruelty? Is nobody concerned?

…

That toad is definitely smarter when it comes to this whole jelly tart stealing business…

It’s a bit sad to watch.

Well, at least it helped the human kid out.

Enjoy your tarts. Your sad, little, chocolate-less tarts…

…

Ah, that knight looks like a very smart person.

  Not.

…

He seems as enthusiastic about teaching the artist boy as I am about working together with the greasy wizard.

I relate to you, not very smart but at least good-at-your-trade knight.

…

Geez, this sword fighting lesson is a tragedy.

I’ve read startouch law books that were more uplifting.

…

Love amongst the dragons? Sigh, really? Such an overrated book. Too many dragons.

Ok ok, the love story part is kind of cute.

I guess.

Not that I would know.

As I have never read it.

…

I want to take a moment to thank the universe for not having siblings.

…

I mean, 300 years is nothing. So she’s kinda right? It’s pretty new?

…

*Slaps his face*

No you can’t do it now. That was a bad idea.

You’re noticing that yourself, aren’t you?

…

Is this how you humans court each other?.............

That explains….a lot….

…

Oh? What? He didn’t really stab you? You don’t say. I thought you were dead for real. What a shocking twist of events.

…

Hehe, pushing around those little figures was always the best part of any political meeting.

…

This conversation is off to a rocky start. Don’t do your children dirty like that.

You are evidently muddying the mood of your kids.

…

We have visitors from Xadia…unwanted visitors…look at mee…I’m the human mage…I’m so important…with my condescending voice…I’m so powerfuuuuul…for I am the human mage…

I feel the sudden urge to throw myself from the highest bookshelf in my library.

…

Yes. Yes, I think you’re an idiot, Soren.

…

[“…You’re saying they’ll kill the king?”]

Yeah right. As if Callum could have heard that down there in the courtyard.

He has human ears, not elf ears. *wiggles them in annoyance without noticing*

…

[“…’unstoppable: is just another kind of ‘stoppable’.”]

That’s…not…what?

My head hurts.

Is this the future of dark magic in Katolis?

I’m very concerned now.

…

14 and three quarters?

……………………………

This kingdom doesn’t need any enemies. It’ll take itself down all on its own.

…

[“Think fast.”]

As fast as you, three-quarter-boy?

…

Ah yes, the moonshadow elves. Their leader is talking. He sounds very distressed.

I mean. They murdered the dragon. I understand. I would be very distressed, too.

…

Uh-oh, no, please don’t bind your lives to-

Sigh……………moonshadow elves are so, so very dramatic. It’s painful.

Really annoying a thousand years ago, still really annoying today.

…

Yes, life is precious. Very good, very well observed. So why do you idiots throw it away with stupid binding curses like that? Your assassin career would be just fine without your silly, theatrical honour codes, that you cling to in order to give your life a deeper meaning but that are ultimately very useless and very dumb.

…

You really had to flex your arm like that just to illustrate the binding of the ribbon, didn’t you, moonshadow leader? That was totally necessary. Sure.

…

Ah….Runaan…that is…a nice name.

Which I just assessed factually, neutrally, in a very matter-of-fact manner.

I just noticed. Nothing more.

…

[“What if they know we’re coming?”]

That’s the face of somebody who messed up big time.

…

[“No, I don’t want a stupid jelly tart!”]

Ah, yes. Finally somebody who gets it!

…

Ok, I have to admit…I feel for them though… Poor children.

…

[“…closet full of moon sweaters.”]

*Bursts into laughter*

Closet full of moon sweaters!! That’s-OHHHH Curses! *he growls*

You got me there. Shame on me. Won’t happen a second time. I promise you that!

…

Flopflopflopflopflop

You know…the sound of the moon moth’s wings…right?

…

Yesssss, dramatic horse chase. Follow the moon sweater moth!

…

Well, guess he just…broke off that engagement.

…

Ohhhh, pretty sparkles!!

See? We’re perfect for each other.

He likes sparkles. I sparkle.

A match made in heaven!

…

Soren, they-they’re right in front of you!!

Is this the amount of effort you put into protecting your kingdom? When it is at the brink of freaking war?! Forget the moonshadow elves, you’re the biggest threat to Katolis’ safety…

God, I’m getting a headache.

I hope your father is a bit...brighter or I might have to let the elves and dragons win this thing.

…

[“You lied to me!”]

Ohhhhh, he’s so fierce when he’s angry…

I would never lie to you! *hums*

 Well, because I can’t lie. Which is very annoying sometimes…

…

[“Runaan, I’m sorry!”]

Something tells me that this won’t convince him.

…

[“You let him live but you’ve killed us all!”]

Whoa, Runaan, calm down. She’s a kid. I’m sure that’s not very good for her mental well-being. Cut her some slack.

If this was so important then maybe you should have taken out that soldier yourself. Didn’t occur to you back then? Nope, I don’t think so. Don’t blame her now because you were so bad at planning ahead.

*Shakes his head*

Moonshadow assassin leaders…

…

 Oh, that was it? Already?

That was…surprisingly fun. Not the soul-crushing existential crisis I was anticipating.

What does it say here? Next episode in five seconds? Well, I won’t say no to that…

Maybe I should get myself something to eat…

*He gets up, humming cheerfully.*

[comeondowntosouthparkrpg-blog]

Lola Thomas

Will she friend us on Facebook yet? Lola has been accepted! Send in your blog and faceclaim!

out of character info

Name/Alias: lexi (yeah im gonna try this again because looks like the negativity is GONE. BLESS.)

Pronouns: she/her

Age: 18

Join Our Discord: Yeaaaah

Timezone: central

Activity: 7 ( i do work so activity will prolly bump before 2pm and after 8pm lmao )

Triggers: nada

Password: jimmy can fast pass my ass ;))

Character that you’re applying for: Lola Thomas

Favourite ships for your character: going in this with a clean slate so try and give me a favorite ship? ’,:)

in character info

Full name: Lola Diane Thomas

Birthday: May 20th.

Sexuality, gender, pronouns: pansexual, female, she/her

Age and grade: 16 (almost 17) && senior.

Faceclaim: Taylor Hill

Appearance:

Head: Lola is what you call a tall glass of water. She’s refreshingly attractive. Her eyes are neither blue or green but a weird combination of the two colors, making them pop against her naturally darkened complexion. Her hair is soft and wavy and like to tangle near the ends by the time Lola is out of school and on the way to work. It’s color likes to change with the rare sunlight, meaning if she is outside in the sun all day every day natural highlights will appear in her honey chestnut tresses. Her nose is like a little button that deserves to be booped constantly. Her lips are full and plump- to that she owes genetics. Lola believes it is her only good trait.

Body: A natural looker. She stands at about 5'8, so be prepared if you’re tiny. She will tower you with her legs for DAYS.  She doesn’t have particularly large assets but they are there. And it’s a nice handful on either side of the equator. You just gotta look for them behind her non-stop barrage of sweaters. She likes to say she has a white girl booty- its cute && snooty. Her shoulders and cheeks are very, very, lightly dusted in freckles you can only see in the winter. Despiter her tall figure, Lola is NOT a bean pole, she’s slim thicccc weighing about 145 pounds and it’s not in her face.

Style: Lola dresses like she lives in Goodwill, trendy and thrifty. She would kill for knee socks and button up blouses. She aims to look like ‘The classic look of a teenager in the 90’s’. Her shoes will never don a heel for she believes she is 'too tall’ for them. She likes to keep a mellow color scheme for all her clothing items. Tan, green, white. Sometimes she looks like the first instagram post you see tagged * v i n t a g e. *

Personality: 

First off let’s get this straight, with Lola it’s not a personality but more of how she adopts a personality to fit each social clique she is suckered into that day. If you dig deeep deeeeeep down pass the meme references and pop culture shout outs- she’s awfully shy and hates making the first move in ANY kind of situation. She is sympathetic to most of the problems she hears- other than relationship ones. What’s a feeling for someone else other than your cat? She doesn’t get it. Skittish doesn’t even cover how much of a fraidy cat she is.. One little boo when she’s not expecting it is enough to get Lola to shriek and jump three feet into the air. She does have a nuturing instinct, finding it rather difficult to see anyone lonely or upset.

Once you get to know Lola, she is a sweetheart with a soul of gold. She would freeze in the frigid temperatures to keep her friend warm. She’s the girl who will sneak you into her house so you dont have to go home if you’re scared too or can’t. She is quite snarky however- as if a dam broke and every witty thought ever spun in her head rushes out. Once you get her talking about something she is personally interested in, good luck shutting her up. Lola is also a very superstitious person. Never one too step on a crack or split a pole. Her biggest quirk would have to be her need for reassurance that her jokes are funny. She thinks of herself as a comedian but is already sure everyone thinks she is trying too hard. She is a rather dull girl on the outside, moody and solemn. But if you can crack into her cold shell there’s an ooey gooey sweetness inside. Lola is often easily upset- movies to road kill make her tear up. Anytime she even gets mad the salry reminders if her lameness well up in her eyes. And that only pisses her off more.

Despite having a cool exterior she can and will snap- just push the right buttons. 

History:

Lola wouldnt deem herself an outcast yet she would always feel that way. Whether she was cheering with the girls or writing lists with Jenny, her feelings were uncontrollable. Her anxiety makes it impossible to determine if someone is being nice to her or if they have a plot to harm her. In middle school, Lola secretly dreamt of becoming a goth kid- going as far as painting her nails black for two years. But her fears never made her set out to do it. Plus everyone was a little then so isn’t that technically confirming? Her school work was the only thing Lola was ever certain in. Work was easy, you couldn’t fuck it up by being a complete oddball. It was practically memorization. After starting high school, Lola was practically a wallflower. Hell she was the wall and the flower all wrapped in one. She dropped every friendship and dedicated herself to her studies and her pets. After she got a job she was allowed to have them finally and her fur babies were the only things she cared about truly and deeply. For they could never hate their mother.

Things were always tough for Lola, socially or economically, but that didn’t mean her childhood sucked. It just meant instead of a Barbie dreamhouse for Christmas she got the summer edition Barbie. Not a house. Just the doll. Jealousy is an emotion often clouding her anxieties and judgement on people. It caused her to lose her best friend since.. Well, as long as she could remember. Lola grew jealous and almost possessive over Jenny. She probably didn’t mean too but when she saw Jenny getting along with people when she couldnt caused a burning rage to settle in her chest. It got so bad Lola didnt even speak to anyone for a week before blowing up and ruining her only real friendship.

Just because she looks innocent doesn’t mean the brunette is. There are probably a few flat tires and keyed cars residing in South Park that are Lola’s own doing. Not to mention she is a total bystander. You wanna skip school? Cool, yeah I’ll watch for a teacher. You wanna smoke pot in the bathroom? It’s all good as long as she gets a hit. These are all childish 'bad behaviors’ but as Lola sees it, there’s no point in trying that hard to be bad. After all the one time she tried it, the poor thing almost died from hypothermia after blindly listening to a slumber party dare.

You aren’t supposed to sneak out in slumber parties. Or streak in Wal-Mart. Or jump of a bridge into negative temp waters. But these are all things Lola did too prove she was cool. And it ended up with her grounded, being hospitalised for pneumonia, and gaining a large fear of heights. And a hatred for party games.

Sample paragraph:

Of course, it was another cold blustery day. Chestnut tresses fluttered in front of her sight along the whole way home, it didn’t matter how many times she forcefully blew the bangs out of her face- they always flopped back down. Numbing fingers clutched tighter to the soft cloth lining of her jacket pockets. The index fingers and thumbs of both hands pinching at the materiel. Gosh- why is it always freezing? Dull orbs flittered around the blank scenery of the all too familiar path from her house to the school. The only sounds Lola could hear were the crunching of her flats against the snow and the wind whipping furiously around her. Boring. It was all white and boring. Lola was tired of being bored. She imagined that would be the only feeling she could muster for the rest of her life and it made the corners of her glossed lips tug down.

She shook her head as if to clear the thoughts instantly, humming a tune to distract herself as she continued on her trek.

One step, two step, three step…

…Sixteenth step-

Lola really needed a friend. A small sigh lifted her chest and as it billowed past her mouth she noticed movement in her peripherals. Was she really looking down this whole time like an idiot? How embarrassing! She clenched her hands into fists, further rumpling the jacket from its own pockets. Avoiding any kind of eye contact she swayed over to the side near the street and hurried her steps along. Too fast to count now. She passed the figure and her hands slowly unfurled. The blood rushing to her digits made them quite warm and her face flushed as well. God she was awkard.

Just as she thought she was in the clear, Lola felt a tap on her shoulder and her heart stuttered in its cavity as she stumbled to a stop. Fuck.

Headcanons:

🌟 owns a bike but rarely rides it.

🌟 has one cat- a black kitten named sparrow.

🌟 also two rats- yin and yang which are little chocolate colored sisters.

🌟 3.8 GPA

🌟 wants to learn french

🌟 owns a polaroid camera kinda girl

🌟 gardens in her free time

Anything else:

Im really insecure so if it takes me time to reply its cuz im demeaning myself and my baby and my words. 

[karkkidoeswriting]

WIP Questions Tag

@thedrowningtsarevna​ tagged me, thank you! I think I’ve done this for Bear Castle, so I’m doing it now with The Shield-Maiden Saga.

1. Describe the plot in one sentence.

A young daughter of viking lord is met with a tragedy and she then dresses up as a boy to join a viking crew with a goal to avenge her family.

2. Pick one sight, smell, sound, feel and taste to describe the aesthetic for your novel.

Warm light of fire flickering from a steal sword, smell of seaweed and salt, whispers of elves, humid sea breeze with drops of splashing water, sweetness of honey mead

3. Which 3+ songs would make up a playlist for the novel?

Helvegen - Vardruna feat. Aurora

 I Hope Your World Is Kind - Auri

The Longest Journey - Ensiferum

Suru on kunnia vieras (”Sorrow is a honorary guest”) - Jenni Vartiainen

Tale of Revenge - Ensiferum

Lemminkäinen Suite, Op. 22: II. The Swan of Tuonela - Jean Sibelius

4. What’s the time period and location in which the novel takes place?

Viking Age in Europe, about 850. The story starts in archipelago of Sweden, but most of it takes place in Finland and various places in Eastern Europe.

5. Are there any former titles you’ve considered but discarded?

It was first The Saga of a Shield-Maiden and I think I had couple of more ideas but settled with Shield-Maiden Saga :D

6. What’s the first line of your novel?

The Norns, sisters of fate, weave the destiny of every mortal from rays of sun and shimmer of moon, from twilight of dusk and shadows of night, from glitter of sea and whines of winds, from souls of fore-fathers and immortality of elves.

7. What’s a dialogue you’re particularly proud of?

I was choosing between funny and angsty dialogue and I went with angsty:

“But I deserve it!” Helgi hissed, suddenly eyes burning. “I deserve to die.”

I shook my head violently. “You are wrong. What you deserve is a change to be better than you were taught.”

8. Which line from the novel most represents it as a whole?

But now I will weave my own rug. I tell my own story. Story of a shield-maiden, who struggled against the will of the Fates, but yielded in the end.

9. Who are your character faceclaims?

I do have! I don’t know who they are, but here are the pictures, because I’m lazy. If you go see, you might notice that Sigurdr and Tyrfingr doesn’t have real faceclaims and it’s because Sigurdr’s face is full of scars and something like that with correct other features is impossible to find and Tyrfingr is an elf and I don’t believe I will ever find a photo that fits him.

10. Sort your characters into Hogwarts houses.

Sváfa - Gryffindor Refil - Ravenclaw Láilá - Slytherin Helgi - Gryffindor Tyrfingr - Slytherin Vígi - Huffelpuff Sigurdr - Gryffindor Ilmatar - Ravenclaw

11. Which character’s name do you like the most?

Vígi, Láilá and Ilmatar. Don’t make me decide on one!

12. Describe each character’s daily outfit.

Refil: Red tunic made with golden embroidery, gray pants, yellow cloak (that goes over one shoulder) and his pitch black elven sword, Tyrfingr. All of his clothes are fine wool. Armor: padded armor, chain mail, a helmet with bronze details, spear and red shield with yellow knot patterns. Sigurdr: Green tunic also with blue embroidery, dark brown pants, dark green cloak and a sword. His clothes are also fine wool. Armor: padded armor, chain mail, helmet with barn owl mask as a visor, bow and arrows and half green, half blue shield. Vígi: Blue tunic with red embroidery, dark brown pants, light brown cloak and a sword. His clothes are regular wool. Armor: padded armor, leather armor, helmet, ax and blue shield with white dragon. Helgi: Natural white tunic, brownish pants and a slave’s collar and white wolf pelt. Láilá: Long leather tunic with colorful embroidery and long strings of leather and fur and also some bones hanging from it, shoes made from reindeer pelt, fox pelt, witch’s drum, bow and arrows. Ilmatar: Thin flowing gown weaved from winds and clouds (according to her), silvery diadem and golden jewelry. Tyrfingr: Black steel armor, gleaming steel gray tunic, black diadem made from shards of metal. Sváfa: At the beginning she uses wool dresses of a noble girl, then she starts using tunics of boys her age and eventually she starts using a wool dress with armor.

13. Do any characters have distinctive birthmarks/scars?

Sigurdr’s face is covered in scars and he is missing part of his nostril. Sváfa and Vígi both have light freckles, Refil has more obvious freckles. Láilá has a scar in the side of her neck that stretches across her cheek. Helgi has a lot of scars all over his body. (Sváfa doesn’t have scars in the beginning, but she will get her fare share of them.) Tyrfingr and Ilmatar has marking in their faces. Tyrfingr has red downward triangles on his cheeks under his eyes. His skin is also bluish black. Ilmatar has a blue circle in her forehead. Refil, Vígi and Sigurdr have all blue tattoos in their torso and arms.

14. Which character most fits a character trope?

There’s this very specific character trope of a (almost always black) sword that has a will of their own and usually speaks. Tyrfingr fits that perfectly. Though he is an elf who is cursed to be a sword and eventually will be able from time to time to appear in his humanoid form.

15. Which character is the best writer? Worst?

Most of them can’t even read :D But probably Sváfa. She’s not very practiced in the actual technical writing, but she is a avid storyteller.

16. Which character is the best liar? Worst?

Well elves are very good liar usually, so Tyrfingr and Ilmatar would be great bets, however though Láilá is not a liar, she has this chaotic energy that makes it impossible to know when she is being serious and what she is thinking.

17. Which character swears the most? Least?

Sváfa probably least, at least in the beginning. Refil most, when his father or brother are not seeing.

18. Which character has the best handwriting? Worst?

Sigurdr has definitely best. And again, most of them cannot even read.

19. Which character is most like you? Least like you?

Probably most like me is either Sváfa or Refil. Tyrfingr is least like me. 

20. Which character would you most like to be?

Yeaaaah but no. None of them. They are not the greatest people and though Viking Age is cool and all, I’m quite happy with my comforts here in 2000s.

Tagging: @cawolters @siarven @gaslightwestern @contes-de-rheio​ @lady-redshield-writes​

[adrienzviaguine]

The last lines of Rome.

Title : The last lines of Rome.

Rating : T for this chapter may change.

Genre : Drama/Romance/Urban Fantasy/Uchronie/Friendship/Mistery/Adventure.

Synopsis : It has been sixteen century since the eternal city and its western empire have fallen. Though the East had held strong, all of them had stayed where they lived. Now, the old Magical lineage of Rome has been dwindling. Lucy Julia Heartfilia dreams of finding the legendary tomb of her ancestor, Juli, son of Enee, the last prince of Troy. But finding it may prove to be the easiest part of her destiny.

A/N : Firstly, I am making no promise of making this a long story, and I probably won't include really angsty thing until later on. Secondly, this will have a happy ending. Don't like that? Don't care. I've been trough too much shit not to do this. Thirdly, I deeply apologize for every error in English, as some of you may know, I am French. Enjoy!

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Prologue...

A young woman, barely twenty of age, woke up in cold sweat, breathing ragged. Eyes wild. Her pupils were dilated to the point where her warm brown eyes only seemed black and lifeless.

Slowly, her breathing softened and her eyes regained their usual brightness. She looked over her right, to her clock signaling the time to be 5:40 a.m.

She sighed.

Another strange dream. Another delirious night. Still the same one that came and took her away from her friend Natsu's company. A message on her phone.

Dragon boy : You okay? Saw u get dragged again from our meadow 2nigth... You should talk 'bout it to your mom or aunt. May be able to help you.

She quickly grabbed her little magically powered apparel and typed with nimble fingers her reply. It read :

Me : Yeah I'll probably talk about it with Aunt Anna. She's really the more knowledgeable witch between her and mom, even though she is the youngest... And since I'm officially of age, they'll finally tell us why we have had dream together since forever!

She closed her phone and slipped out of bed. Her nightgown magic keeping her warm even in the cold London winter. They lived in the same spot her family had settled when they had branched out of the main Julia family around 300 B.C.

She walked into her private bathroom and did her usual morning business. A little cat wash, cream for the skin and finally a go to the restroom. There was a lot of repetitivity in her life, but she was mostly fine with it.

Unlike Natsu who lived in Alexandria Egypt, and who was always going on an adventure or another with his Father Igneel, Mother Grandine and sister Wendy, she was more sedated and enjoyed a lot more reading the thousands of thousands of books held in her ancestral home.

Natsu older than her by 10 month, since she was born the first of July 1981 and her was born the firthy-first of August 1980. Natsu also had an older brother named Zeref who was going to become the head of the Claudia Dragneel family.

As she was putting on sweatpants and a T-shirt, she recieved a new message from her oldest friend.

Dragon boy : Lucky you... Igneel is on business trip with Zeref so that he can take over the estates when he'll retire. I'll have to wait at least three weeks!

Me : Maybe not! Igneel knows it's my birthday! He'll have surely come home to explain it to you properly.

Dragon boy : *snort loudly* yeaaaah! As if my old man ever remembered birthday! The only one he never forgets is my mom and your mom! Even his brother-in-law he forget!

Me : He always remembered mine though... I recieved a little of pocket money from him each time.

Dragon boy : Lucky you Lucy.

Lucy snorted at the old joke. She had told him once that she had been named Lucy because her mother had wanted to name her after an old Roman proverb and he had made it into a running gag.

Me : Anyway I gotta go. Tell your mom and sister I said hi and don't forget to brush your teeth after breakfast!

Dragon boy : that was one time! You can't keep on using it!

Me : sure I can flamehead, bye ~!

She closed her mobile after muting it and darted toward the kitchen area where she met... Her mother, Father, Aunt and Grandma?

All of them were looking at her with both excitement, weariness and happiness.

"What's with the scary faces? She asked startled.

-Sit Lucy, Igneel will tell Natsu as we speak." Said her grandmother Agripine.

Ah... So they were gonna explain to her what was happening with her dreams with Natsu. Yeah that makes sense.

She sat gingerly, anticipation and excitement even richer in her eyes than in her family.

"You have to promise Lucy to not interrupt. Said Layla gravely. When Lucy nodded she pursued. As you know, the Julia and Claudia family, in the non magical branch, have fused to be the first dinasty of Rome since the Etruscan kings. Lucy nodded. So we have decided, that is, me and Igneel, to reunite our two family after seven century of no relation. To this effect, we placed, through a ritual, a bonding of souls on you and Natsu."

Lucy was shocked. So shocked in fact that her face was gaping and her arms dangling to her sides.

"What this ritual does is allow you to share a deep intimity when together, and dream of your own personal world. It will also allow you to communicate over long distance through your thoughts when both of you will be fully aware of the bond." Said Anna. She seemed to wait for something so Lucy nodded. Satisfied, she continued : "You need to understand that the bond cannot, will not, create love automatically between you two. The only thing it does is make it easy for the transition and create a good and fertile soil to grow a new tree on."

Lucy was shocked, but the feeling was recessing to only leave a burning anger... and hurt. She stood up suddenly, making Jude jump in surprise, whereas the three heartfilia women weren't even slightly impressed.

Lucy was preparing herself to go on a very loud and vocal tirade about them having no right to do so, but instead, fell back in her chair, put her head in her palms and gave a weary and downtrodden sigh.

"When do I leave for Alexandria? She asked defeated.

-Never dear! Exclaimed Layla, horrified by the thought only. It is Natsu that is joining our family! Not the other way around!

-Really my niece, I thought you knew that the Heartfilia were a Matriarchal line? After all, it takes a lot to make a Julia woman bend the knees and it only got more impossible with our new name.

-Anna! Be nice! Lucy was just given a life changing news, and we can be happy for the fact that Natsu is such a good man. Look at is borther! Neck deep in the dark arts! But then the Claudia always were interested in that shady business.

-And you tell me to be nice? Mother... you really haven't changed."

While her aunt and Grandma fought like always, her mother and father came to sit beside her and smiled. Well her, her father seemed quite sad, her mother too it seemed, but they still tried to comfort her. Like they always did when she was unsure.

The truth was, she often thought herself too soft. Too kind. Perhaps even naive. She was an easy crier, and a less bold character than the other members of her family. She felt weak and too anxious to make her way into the world just yet.

"Are you alright my little star-bright?" Asked Layla. Her eyes full of absolute, all-consuming love for her only daughter.

The nickname came from Lucy's favourite bedtime story when she was just a baby. The story of the lost merchant, who through the help of Aquarius the water bearer and at the demand of Leo the Lion, were able to deliver the grains needed for the bread of Rome after being lead astray by a tempest.

"Mom... Dad... I... I don't know what to say... she mumbled.

-take your time sweetheart. Said her father, Jude. Her mother hummed an old lullaby softly.

-I... Don't know if it will work but... I, thank you for giving me this bond with Natsu... I may not... like why it was. But I couldn't imagine my life without him to annoy me every night."

Your not a ray of sunshine either Lulu.

She screamed when a voice, and a feeling of boredom and sincere endearing came to her.

The fuck Lucy! It's me! Natsu!

Natsu?

Yeah!

"Are you alright Lucy? Asked Anna and Agripine at the same time.

-Aunt Anna... Natsu just talked to me. It surprised me, is all.

-it shouldn't. Anna said, frowning. Couldn't you feel his presence immediately?

-Yes, but his voice was different... Yours too Lucy now that you say it. She heard Natsu say.

-Different how? Deeper? Higher?

-No! More... Real. Kind of. It's like his previous voice was just a recorded one from my message box, and this one, is actually face to face. Anna seemed stupefied.

-Impossible... Only ever heard tales... Lucy. What you just experienced, is not thought exchange. It is soul sharing. And it means two things. One, both of you are extremely powerful. Two...

-Two? Whispered Lucy.

-Two, you are already in love.

[wildcatofgreen]

The feline just kind of shrugged at the giggling--she did not get it. Did she say a word funny or somethin'?

She shook her head at the goat's pondering, putting a hand at her hip, "Yeaaaah, I got no clue. Maybe ya can put rocks in 'em or somethin'? Work as like, mini canons?" She wouldn't test the theory--simply didn't care to. But it was an interesting to ponder, none the less.

Maybe it was a warship. But like, again, what war? And why?

"Yeaaaah, I'm good on that, chief. The floor's all your's!" She extends her hands out, as if to show off the goat. Even shook them slightly! "Lets find us some soul gems!!!!" The sooner they find some good ones, the sooner she can use them to BUST THAT PANDA'S ASS.

"You are not joking, huh? Earth dragon and space ship is two things I never would have imagined putting into the same sentence."

Just being real, the thought kinda made her giggle. But even with the comedy, she still had her wits about her long enough to pay attention when she explained a bit about what happened here and the caution of the pin ball like devises.

What an odd sight, really, "I wonder what purpose these could have served..."

And if what Carol says is true, there literally may not be a single person alive who can explain it clearly. It was just so... odd.

"I suppose we should take a look around. And by we, I mean me. They are a little hard to spot when not in use, and I doubt t you are willing to give up half your life just to see the world like I do."

And she wouldn't offer the deal anyway. Too many variables. She probably would be better off looking through her gemerald like she did last time back at the Lost Tower. Until it's actually in her hands, those fragments of a memory are fleeting like a spirit.

[asktheprinceofdarkness-archived]

The Rules: - Tag the person who tagged you - Answer the questions - Tag 20 5 people

I was tagged by; @unoraptormon (And this is reaaaaallly fucking late)

1. How tall are you? 4′9″

2. What color and style is your hair? Light brown with blonde highlights, currently a little shorter than shoulder length

3. What color are your eyes? Hazel

4. Do you wear glasses? I have glasses and contact lenses.

5. Do you have braces? I got them off a few years ago. Fucking worth it. Unfortunately, I have a few small stains on two of my front teeth.

6. What is your fashion style? Just about anything I find comfortable or that fits my mood. 95% of my clothes are fandom related. I love wearing blue and I’ve honestly grown to like dresses a lot.

7. NICK name? Maddy, Mad-chan, Mads

8. When were you born? August 9th

9. Where are you from and where do you live now? Born in Arizona, still livin’ in Arizona. I ain’t naming cities.

10. What school do/did you go to? Currently attending community college. Went to Higley High School.

11. What kind of student are/were you? In high school, at first I was really afraid to speak out about anything. I’ve grown to give less fucks and give my input when the time is right. I also do my best to get along with teachers and classmates, even if I don’t make friends with classmates too easily.

12. Do/did you like school? I liked high school because lunchtime with my friends was my favorite thing in the world at the time. I like community college because of the routine and it’s much more relaxed.

13. What are/were your favorite subjects? English. I did like Biology in high school.

14. Favorite TV shows? Once Upon A Time, The Big Bang Theory (though I haven’t caught up on the newest stuff), World’s Dumbest, Impractical Jokers, What Would You Do?, Kitchen Nightmares, Mystery Diners, comedy specials

15. Favorite movies? The 2004 version of The Phantom of the Opera, Titanic, the Harry Potter films, Get Smart, most Disney films (my first few favorites being The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Frozen, Beauty and the Beast - 1991 and 2017 versions, Atlantis: The Lost Empire, Zootopia, Inside Out, and Finding Nemo).

16. Favorite book? The Harry Potter series by J.K Rowling

17. Favorite pastime? Singing, cosplaying, editing, writing thinking of ideas for fanfics, role-playing

18. Do you have any regrets? Yeaaaah

19. Dream job? Honestly, I want to work at Disneyland as a character performer, or being a web designer or video editor and work from home.

20. Would you like to be married someday?

Very much so!

21. Would you like to have kids? Maybe, I’m certainly not against the idea.

22. How many? 2 max

23. Do you like shopping?

I’ve grown to like it. 

25. The scariest nightmare you had? That’s...actually a good question. I’ve had a few in my life that had me wake up sweating.

27. Do you have a s/o? Yep! <3

28. Do you believe in miracles? I...don’t know. 

29. How much do you love @unoraptormon( change to url that tagged you)?

Harley’s fuckin’ aweosme. She’s a talented writer/roleplayer, and she’s incredibly sweet and passionate.

30. What color is your soul?

I dunno. Pink or blue?.

I tag: @suzubelldaughter, @thecrystalizeddemongirl, @yoru-no-requiem, @violeteyedraven, @dream-chef-flavors. You guys don’t have to do this if you don’t wanna!

[professor-maka]

Please Pass the Schwartenmagen--for SoMa week day 1, confession

So this is a day late, but it’s done–a silly little thing for SoMa week, day 1, confession.

It is set in My Royal Pain, my college royalty AU, as will be every fic this week, and I’m not exaggerating when I call it silly.

Thanks to @sahdah and @redphlox for the eyes and encouragement.

Links to some thing awesome potentially forthcoming.

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Soul was beaming. It was rare he was anything but scowly and surly when returning from a meeting with BJ, and the shift put Maka immediately and inexplicably on edge.

They’d only known each other a handful of months, but it was more than long enough to know his real smiles were rare and precious, especially one this wide. Sure, superior smirks he leveled often enough, but this grin full of real pleasure tinged with something like pride?

Once. She’d seen it all of once in the ten months she’d been working as his companion, and that was because he’d actually out scored her on a test (she still cried bullshit over the fact that their shared European history course had a music theory component to begin with).

When he took off his riding jacket at the door, hanging it on the hook with care, she knew. If he didn’t leave it casually slung over a chair for her to deal with later, usually in the form of growling at him to pick up his shit, it could only mean one of two things. Either he wanted something, or he had done something for her.

It was the second she dreaded. It was the second that had her ready to go hide in her room for a day week year, whatever it took. Because, as Soul plopped down next to her on the monster of a black leather couch that was the primary occupant of their shared living room, grin wide and boyish, Maka couldn’t help but note a brown paper parcel in his lap wrapped carefully up in twine.

Stifling a cringe that was becoming nearly Pavlovian at this point, she forced a smile instead, lowering the book she had been reading just a smidge.

“You’re in a good mood,” she noted, voice steady and casual. Who knew years of pretending her parents shenanigans couldn’t touch her would serve her for such a thing? Life really was strange sometimes. Her brief wash of internal gratitude at that was nearly as disconcerting as his smile was genuine.

Maka really wished it weren’t half so genuine.

“Yeah, well, got you a little something,” he said, shifting the inconspicuous package onto her lap. She blinked at him, unable to do more, crippled by the knot of dread currently spreading to consume her.

Placing her book on the arm of the sofa beside her with exaggerated care, Maka turned her attention to the small package in her lap, its weight ominous–solid but not heavy.

Her fingers worked slowly, painstakingly at the twine as if even the string itself were precious. Definitely not a stall tactic; Maka Albarn would never resort to such things, not even to give her time to quell her rising panic, no.

Eyes flicking his way, the eagerness, the anticipation as he watched was like the marker of her guilt, her sin. Liars never prosper. Or something.

The twine loose, her fingers worked at the simple brown paper wrapping with equal care, knowing damn well what was inside. As it fell away, it sat there in her lap, carefully encased in clear plastic shrink wrap, staring back at her in all its meaty, fatty, gelatinous glory.

Schwartenmagen. He had brought her more schwartenmagen.

Attempting to swallow down the rising bile in her throat, to still the unwelcome churning of her stomach, Maka willed her strained smile wider as she met the gaze of the man who sat beside her on the couch.

“Thank you, Soul! You shouldn’t have!” She hoped the enthusiasm didn’t sound as forced to him as it was, as hollow as it rang in her own ears.

“I know how much you love the stuff! That crap they call head cheese here just can’t compare.” His smile was sharp and proud. “And since BJ had to go back home last week, well, he was happy to pick some up from the palace kitchen once I asked. You eat lunch yet? I’ll fry you up some.”

Not waiting for an answer, he snatched the package back from her lap and bounded into the kitchen happily.

“Yeah, thanks,” she said to his back. Her voice was nearly a whisper, a horrified noise of dread.

Could she choke down more with a smile? Could she keep it in again this time, avoiding a session doing penance at the foot of the porcelain throne?

Maka hoped so, she really did.

Lies never had led to anything good in her life. Not when her papa lied to her mama or her mama lied to herself, not with her friend Crona and everything they had faced at home, so why should this be any different? Figured even a petty white lie, an act of kindness, would keep coming back to bite her in the ass, hard.

Freaking schwartenmagen. Freaking stinky, slimy, vile Lichtensteinian head cheese. Of course Soul’s idea of a back home delicacy would be disgusting meat byproduct jello.

The first time he’d come home with it, a gift from BJ, he’d been so excited for her to try it. He had asked for an open mind; he knew it looked weird but it was so good, promise. He had asked, and she had tried, and god, she could still see his face that day, all eager anticipation, and hope, she’d come to realize in their time together, was such a rare emotion for him that she really couldn’t bring herself to disappoint him. So Maka had packed away several slices of the completely vile sliced meat jello monstrosity with a smile and counted herself lucky not to lose the contents of her stomach in the bargain. It was a good deed, to pretend to like it, to not let his face fall, to give her sort of boss and roommate and, increasingly, friend this win.

But nothing in her life can ever be simple, so that one act of kindness, that one little white lie had somehow etched itself into the brain of her roommate with a vengeance, and thinking she enjoyed the stuff even more than he did, he kept bringing her more every chance he got. Which was, quite frankly, far far more than any self proclaimed average college student ought to be able to pull off, but of course, he was actually anything but.

And so here they were, several months and several other gifts of meat yuck later, the latest gift currently being fried up in the kitchen. Somehow, Soul had truly come to believe it was now her favorite food.

Damn her life. Damn it to hell.

The smell of frying wrong wafted to her nose, and the risk of vomit became all too real as she swallowed down a heave.

How could she do this again? At least the other times, Maka had been in relatively good health, but here and now, her stomach had felt iffy all morning and this–couldn’t end well, her being queesy and choking down meaty vileness, it just couldn’t.

The sound of sizzling in the kitchen echoed her way like a death knell, harbinger of her doom. Maka knew him well enough by now to know her position was at no risk–Soul wasn’t petty or vengeful, at least not when it mattered–but that didn’t mean she wanted to hurt him, and the truth could only hurt here.

She would just have to–suck it up, Buttercup, as Blake would insist. Maka had choked down enough of the stuff over the past weeks that surely, surely she could get down one helping now.

Welp, she was about to find out. Soul set down two plates heaped high with greens and fried gross before making a return trip to the kitchen for drinks, forks, and napkins. It hit her not for the first time how far he’d come since they had met, since moving here to the States for school with zero notion of how to care for himself, let alone another person, and this time, for just an instant, her smile was genuine as he sat back down beside her.

“Bon appetit!” he exclaimed before tucking into his plate with relish.

“Yeah, bon appetite,” she faintly echoed, her empty stomach churning at the very thought as she leaned forward to grasp a fork. The churning continued as she speared a small slice of her doom and raised it to her lips. Steady, Maka, steady. She could do this. She would not be beaten by meat byproduct.

The schwartenmagen passed her lips, the utterly putrid flavor not masked by spices hitting her hard, and her stomach protested, roiling. Chew chew chew, get it down, she could–she could–

Maka moved to swallow and her stomach lurched. Thickness rose in her throat and heaved, dry and hard.

Spitting her bite out onto the plate in front of her was completely involuntary.

“Sorry sorry sorry, I’m so sorry, I can’t. I just can’t this time!” Maka bolted from her seat, the continued lurching in her stomach signaling imminent departure, and sprinted to the bathroom.

The bile and stomach acid that barely ended up in the toilet were a testament to her failure as a decent human being.

Head bowed, she drifted back into the living room a few minutes after, stomach even more empty. Her lies had finally caught up with her and it wasn’t pretty, but then, she thought bitterly, it never really was when it came to lying.

“Are you–okay?” Red eyes blinked up at her from where she stood behind the couch, knuckles white.

“Yeaaaah,” she said, the word drawn out and soft.

“I didn’t realize you were sick, I w–”

“That’s–not it.” She waved a hand.

Time to come clean, to purge her sins as she had just purged her stomach. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be too upset, though the thought of permanently crushing that rare, genuine smile he’d sported on entry hurt.

“I don’t–”

Best to rip off the bandaid all at once and let the sting come and go.

“I hate schwartenmagen!” she finally blurted.

One blink, then two, those deep red eyes wide with confusion.

The wait for them to narrow, for his face to fall, was agonizing.

And then… then, he started to laugh. Hearty belly laughs, eyes crinkled in mirth.

What was wrong with him? Maybe she’d miscalculated and this would get her fired and she needed this gig, she really did. Shit.

“Soul, I’m so sorry, I just–”

“No, no, don’t be,” he raised his own hand and swallowed down a chuckle. “I only brought it because I thought you loved it. It was pretty stupid of me not to notice, I guess.”

The move to sit next to him was swift. “No.” Her head shake just as swift. “I lied, that doesn’t make you stupid.”

“It makes me a little stupid.” He was smiling, actually smiling. “It’s not like you asked for more. And you’re usually pretty vocal when you want things. So yeah.” He shrugged, sheepish, and added. “I’m honestly glad. BJ kept looking at me funny for asking for it so often. I mean, sure, I like the stuff, but not that much. I think he figured I was loosing it. Hell, he was so happy to do it though, maybe he thought I was getting homesick and would give up. It would thrill my parents. Whatever. Guess they’ll all have to live with disappointment.”

Soul did not seem displeased by this, that genuine smile returning. He also didn’t seem hurt, and Maka let out a long breath, her rush of relief so strong that she might have flown on its tailwind.

“Guess so.” The return smile was nearly giddy with that same relief, sore stomach forgotten.

It turned out that the prince surprised her with more than just schwartenmagen today, but then, he did that a lot, had been since the beginning. Clearly, his feelings weren’t quite so fragile, not nearly as delicate as she had come to believe. Not for the first time, she recognized that this man was a puzzle she was far from solving, and him brushing off her petty deceit so easily was just a part of it.

Well, she supposed as he gleefully finished his own schwartenmagen beside her– seemingly relishing her now unrestrained faces of disgust as much as he had ever relished her feigned delight–she had a few years yet to figure him out.

Much like Soul with her recent confession, the thought did not bother Maka at all.

[diminuel]

I think I did enjoy this episode, but had some reservations about the typical “was this really necessary” moments that SPN sometimes springs on you.

More under the cut!

I’ve never seen a smart in SPN before. I am delighted. That’s my kind of car. I know SPN makes fun of “piece of shit cars” and “eurotrash cars” but you try driving Dean’s boat of a car up to Steffi village or through our serpentines and small roads. Good luck.

Tasha’s great. But why does she walk around at night a) without a jacket, b) without light and c) without weapons? Unless the thing she looked for wasn’t supposed to be scary or dangerous?

Love Dean’s worry/ anger. But why do the Winchesters always have to deflect from emotions stuff? Dean: Here are my feelings about Castiel! Sam: okay, but look at this Colt! It’s broken! Like your marriage.

So when it gets to their worrying about a missing family member Alisha is like Dean, Max is like Sam. (But then Sam makes the connection between himself and Alisha. So who mirrors who?)

I love how reluctant Dean is to leave the Bunker when he’s worrying about Cas. I bet he planned on waiting, worrying and pining for days if Sam hadn’t intervened. But it’s interesting to me that they only NOW ask Jody for help. Sure, it wouldn’t really have helped them find Cas while he was in Heaven, but they could have found his car and narrowed down the search?

Dean wants to talk to his mom about Cas ;w; (that’s my reading of “stuff going down”)

“Mary is a great hunter, but she doesn’t seem like much of a hugger.” (Yeaaaah. I think John and Mary are really alike. Dean loves hugs though, someone give that man some hugs!)

Max is always calling out Alisha when she does the “we called, we worried” number. Sam, do the same! *lol*

Dean, that’s not how you hold a wine glass. You were fine drinking wine at Jody’s place. Don’t be an oaf.

Why would Dean forget his phone if he’s so desperate to get a message?

Why don’t they hurry upstairs to help Alisha with fake-Tasha?

Ketch-Mary fight entertained me. I keep hearing his actor saying “he loves Mary”. Well, not quite enough eh?

I’m sad that almost the entire family was wiped out. Why did Alisha have to die? Though I don’t know if Max actually sold his soul. The deal was with the other witch and she died, so the deal is complete. He might have taken the ring and the book, but isn’t he a natural witch? If I understood correctly, natural witches are not required to make deals with hell to get their power. They are just powerful enough in their own right. So I have hopes. Also, I hope Stick Alisha will be alright. :’C

Ugh, Toni. Go away.