#i kinda wanna make her look like queen gwen

[austin-friars]

I think of Anne Neville as the last, true Medieval Queen and that is so enchanting to me. Like, she is still a very 'magical' queen in a sense where she existed in a time period that covered the Arthurian legends, tales of dragons, giants, mythical beings. It's as if, with her death ends such a huge era of what made England a magical place (if that makes sense). Because with the Tudor era, we are slowly falling into some form of modernism. Not exactly with the Henry's, but we're entering an age of Renaissance, that is turning it's back on the past, and making new scientific discoveries.

The same way I feel about Anne's death, is also how i feel about Mary Tudor's death too. With her death, comes the end of what made the Tudor era interesting, and ancient, and what tied it back to Medieval times, old times, etc. What made Tudor England, seem like a fairy tale, what made it seem more whimsical and less tangible - but that's for another post.

I was looking at a picture of Queen Guinevere and I couldn't help but be reminded of Anne Neville, there is just a likeness to both and they remind me of magical times, elusive, magical queens, mythical like queens, etc.

Also im drawing her.

[frostwing213]

I keep getting a lot of Elain stuff popping up on my dash. Mostly about shipping, and I'm like:

How'd this girl end up in a love triangle????

People are very opiniated too, fighting over and making essays about it. There's Elain/Az and Elain/Lucien (There's also Az and Gwen, but I understand how Az got in a love triangle.)

I'm just, struggling to care. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate Elain, I just find her kinda boring. She doesn't do much. She feels like that classic fairytale princess that looks pretty and sad in a tower.

Off the top of my head, these are things that define her (Without being linked to men, becase I'm not there yet. Plus, a female character should be able to stand on her own without the men in her life)

She gardens and is primiarily associaed with flowers

Pretty

Nice

Weak

She kinda killed the king of Hyburn

Didn't want to be a fae

kinda wishy washy

Achreon sister

Quiet

Her sisters want to protect her

Future seeing powers

And I'm out of ideas. From my point of view, she doesn't have any discernable personality. Her three major defining things when people think of her are: Pretty, flowers, soft.

She doesn't act for herself, she doesn't speak up. She goes with what happens and gets sad when she doesn't like it. (Becoming a fae was traumatic, and I understand her reaction, but I don't really like it. AND I HAVEN'T EVeN TOUCHED ON THE GREYSON[was that the human dude's name???]THING YET!)

So, when the books start, early ACOTAR. Archeron sisters are in the woods. Feyre is the only one doing something to support the family. Who is Elain in this book? Pretty gardener. Delicate. She isn't doing anything. Some can argue Nesta isn't either, and as a Nesta Supremist, I have to say she was willing to get married to someone cruel to make it easier on her family, and although that isn't much, it's still something. What does Elain do in this book? Be pretty. Please, someone give me an example of Elain doing something constructive and I will edit it in. Please.

Moving on. Next book. She... hosts the house along with Nesta. Oh! She's engaged to a fae hating guy (Who i think is named Greyson. I can't remember and I'm currently loaning out my 2nd and 3rd book, so I can't check rn). Uh.... I don't remember if she does anything else until the end, where she is captured and dumped in the caldron. We find out Lucien is her mate. EDIT!: As @devi1sange1 pointed out to me, Elain did stand up to Nesta about using their house as a meeting spot for the queens. She also takes responisblty for how they treated Feyre. 2 points for Elain. I give her those

She shows up more after that, so I'm not doing book by book, but she gets dumped fast by her fiancé and hangs out in the house of wind, being very sad. I almost wanna describe her as floaty, because she's acting like a ghost, just existing and mourning what is gone. This is a vaild response, and I understand why she responds this way, it just annoys me because she has not shown any autonomy so far. Anything. I think I remember her asking her ex-fiance to take in humans, but that was after being pushed by the inner circle. Uh... she gives a few prophecies, yay that. When the fighting starts, she stays on the sidelines, which I don't blame her for. She kinda kills the king of Hyburn. I think that's all she does in that.

After that. What does she do? Other than hang around??? I DON'T KNOW!

Elain shows no real drive! She exists and sometimes does stuff to push the plot!

Now onto the (possible) romantic interests she has.

Greyson: Uhhhhh, they like each other. She likes her because she's sweet and pretty. I didn't catch anything else between these two. Uh, he dumps her as soon as she's fae and she gets depressed over it

Lucien: Mating bond. She doesn't like him, I get it. He tries to back off. I think Lucien acts responsibly in this situation. Elain is at no fault in this situation either. Mating bonds don't always pair up the most romantic pair, and it doesn't always work out well. Honestly, I never saw much chemistry between these two, and if not for the bond, they likely would have forever ignored each other.

Azriel: (Random, but I searched him up on tumblr because I couldn't remember how to spell his name, and WOW, there's a lot of Azriel x reader. Yall really 'like' him) How, just how did this become such a popular ship? I never even caught this on my read through. Yeah, Az is nice to her, but he's nice to anyone considered friendly. He's just as nice to Feyre and I don't see anyone shipping those two. I just... don't get it. Is it because we want the sisters paired up with the bat boys? Is that it?? I don't understand. I see no chemistry. It's just two people being nice to one another guys.

I think those are the major ones. I don't understand any of them. Lucien and Az are such powerful charters, while Elain is... 'pretty flower girl'.

I don't hate her, but she kinda annoys me with how much crazines she's getting with people shipping her. Wanna know what i think would be great? She ends up with no one romantically. She has friends, just no romantic partner and that is perfectly fine. Lucien will live. If there's nothing between Az and Gwen, then Az will live.

To wrap up, I find Elain to be a pretty boring charter, I just feel indifferent towards her. I love the other two siblings, but I feel like Elaine could have been improved.

Feel free to talk to me about this! Throw out your own opinions! Give me edvince that supports or opposes any of my points! Correct me on stuff and ignore my spelling!

I love a good debate! Give me one! Please.

Interact with me.

Edit!: Thanks for interacting! I swear I'm reading everything! I just didn't expect this to blow up so fast!

Another edit: Thanks yall for interacting! I'm really enjoying reading the responses and what people hope to see coming from Elaine in the future!

[cat3ch1sm]

hi everyone- welcome back to my account 💚 i’ll be starting a series in which i write atsv fics of varying lengths based off of these particular headcanons from tiktok, all written by star🪐. i came across their headcanons on my fyp and all my writer’s block for atsv just evaporated. these will not be x reader, they’re just regular character fics, which i know isn’t my usual stuff but i hope you enjoy them anyway :) this is kinda new territory for me, so i will just see how it does <33 my angst lovers will def enjoy this

this is the headcanon i’ll be writing for here!

link to the video again, this headcanon isn’t mine!! go follow the lovely writer who made it<33

𓆩♱🪐₊˙ 🧸 ♡♱𓆪 angst ahead

Gwen entered her house as silently as possible. It was after dark and much too late for Gwen Stacy to be out. But Spider-Woman had been out in the streets of New York City for at least two hours, fighting off a new band of villains who proclaimed themselves her archenemies and had egos too big for their own good. Such enemies were nothing new, but their number had made them a longer battle, and Gwen hadn’t escaped completely unscathed. Damage had been dealt to some public property as well- her opponents had definitely utilized weapons more than most had in this fight. To show for her battle there was a stinging scrape on her elbow, several bruises, and a bleeding gash on her forehead- all of which she could cover effectively with her clothes, but the head wound forced her to throw a hood over her head. But they were wounds Gwen sported with pride. As long as the people of Queens were safe and unharmed, she was pleased, and happy to successfully fulfill her duty as Spider-Gwen another day.

She crammed her foot into her shoe just as the door shut behind her, slipping the last of the slightly tattered Spider costume off of herself and hurriedly shoving it into her backpack- but when she tried to zip it, the damn thing wouldn’t close. Brow furrowing, Gwen pushed the suit in with more force to try and get the thing completely inside while trying to make as little noise as possible- but it wasn’t going to happen. There was simply too much stuff in the backpack; but having the suit just hanging out was absolutely not an option. Grimacing as her frustration rose, Gwen dropped on her knees to the floor to dump out some of the contents of her bag, wincing at the slightest noise various books and binders made as they hit the ground. Cursing under her breath, she tried for the third time to smush the Spider-suit inside her bag.

“Gwen? Is that you?”

Gwen almost jumped out of her skin, heart skipping a beat- but when she looked up in a panic, she saw only her father looking back at her from on the couch, the light from the TV dimly illuminating his features that were contorted into an expression of confusion. “Gwen?”

Gwen quickly zipped her backpack closed, costume secured, and stood up abruptly, eyes wide. “Um, hey, Dad.”

Her father was silent for a moment, tilting his head at her, his arm slung over the back of the sofa. “You’re here way past your curfew. Wanna explain?”

Gwen cringed, eyes shifting away from her dad. “Late band practice,” she replied as dismissively as possible, but it came out sounding a little like a question, and she bit the inside of her cheek. A weak lie, but she hadn’t expected her policeman father to still be up- usually after a full day of shifts, he was out cold by the time she made it home.

She rushed to change the subject, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “How come you’re still up, Dad?” Gwen wanted to know, quickly dashing to her room and tossing her bag into the very back of her closet before popping back into the living room, standing beside the arm of the couch. “Usually you’re asleep by now.”

Her father didn’t reply, instead turning around and facing the television again. Gwen followed his gaze- and her face immediately fell. Displaying on the screen was a live news report, from the scene at which she’d just been present at. The headline rolling across the bottom of the screen read: “Damage Dealt to Apartment Building: Spider-Woman Suspected in The Incident.”

Gwen’s eyes only narrowed the further she read, her jaw clenching and her face turning stony. Whenever the name Spider-Woman was in the headlines, nothing good ever came out of it.

Meanwhile, the reporter on the screen was standing in front of a building with a few broken windows, the red and blue lights of police cars flashing behind her. Gwen watched the woman with a grim look as she spoke: “Authorities report receiving complaints of suspicious activity from Queens Housing residents at around 10:00 PM, many reports containing descriptions of several people who seemed to be in some sort of altercation. By the time police arrived at the scene, the suspects all seemed to have gone- but based on eyewitness accounts and testimonies, at least one of the perpetrators was most definitely the notorious Spider-Woman. Along with that, behind me-“ the woman paused to back up to the brick wall of the apartment “-are remnants of what appear to be spider webs, which can definitely incriminate Spider-Woman as being at least partially responsible here.”

Gwen was snapped out of her rampaging thoughts by her father, who let out a sigh that was a mixture of exasperation, exhaustion, and anger. “Spider-Woman again,” he murmured through what sounded like clenched teeth. Frowning, Gwen turned to look at her father, who wore a hardened expression on his face, his brow furrowed. “Every time she’s brought up, it’s about someone she’s hurt or damage she’s done to this city. This used to be a decent place.” He shook his head and sighed. “And she has the audacity to label herself a ‘hero.’”

Gwen felt her heart sink in her chest, her shoulders drooped, and her head lowered, knowing what was to come next. Her father had not been fond of “Spider-Woman” ever since what had happened with Peter. And although Gwen knew objectively that her father’s determination to finally capture Spider-Woman was only rooted in his love for her, seeing the pain Peter’s death seemingly at the hands of Spider-Woman had caused his daughter, it still sent sharp pains through her chest whenever he spoke about her so negatively and with such contempt in his tone- Gwen knew it was actually directed towards her.

Captain Stacy noticed his daughter’s silence, and turned his head to face her, a look of sympathy on his face. “Don’t worry, kid- we’ll catch her soon. I’ll catch her soon. I promise it won’t be long before we put her away, ‘kay?”

Gwen felt her muscles tighten as he said this, avoiding looking at him as her lips pressed into a thin line and her eyes squeezed shut for a brief moment. Then she burst out abruptly, “Dad, why don’t you just give up looking for Spider-Woman? It isn’t like you’ll ever catch her.”

Even though she wasn’t looking at her father, she could feel his gaze burning into her, and she could sense the confusion and faint undertones of anger. There was a chilly moment of silence before Captain Stacy replied, his tone wavering as he tried to be reasonable. “Gwen- this woman’s been a menace to society for months. It wouldn’t be safe to just let her go free.” He turned around for a moment and gestured to the still droning TV, the camera now pointed at the newswoman along with a bystander- an elderly woman with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Gwen turned sharply back towards the screen, already feeling her heart begin to race.

“I woke up to the sound of my window cracking, and then it just broke,” the old woman shared, the police sirens whooping in the background punctuating her words. A heavy sigh escaped Gwen at the trembling of the woman’s voice, and she swallowed hard. “I didn’t get to see what exactly broke it. All I saw was a shadow and I heard a thud. I was so shocked and frightened I had a hard time getting up.”

Damn. Gwen vaguely recalled ricocheting off of a window of what she assumed was an abandoned building, of which there was an abundance of in New York City, but she hadn’t had a clue that it was an apartment complex.

Meanwhile, Captain Stacy listened to the old woman as well, shaking his head sorrowfully. “It’s a shame that our elderly can’t even be safe with Spider-Woman running loose the way she is. That’s why it’s so important to catch her- before she harms anybody else.” There was a certain spin to the way Gwen’s father said anybody else- a certain emphasis that she had heard so many times when he talked about Spider-Woman. He was alluding to Peter.

“Well, nobody was hurt,” Gwen asserted in a firm voice, brow furrowing and cheeks heating up as she tried to defend herself. “Isn’t that what matters?”

Captain Stacy was quick to respond. “Someone could have been hurt, though,” he answered, clearly displeased. “That’s why vigilantes like Spider-Woman are no good. If she isn’t being regulated by an actual organization, she can do whatever she wants, hurt people in the process, and suffer no repercussions.”

Gwen felt something dark and unpleasant pool in the pit of her stomach. “Look, Dad, there are criminals in this very city doing way worse than anything Spider-Woman’s ever done, okay? Why not focus on them? Why bring her up so often? It’s literally all you talk about.” Gwen’s voice began to rise in volume. “Just stop going after her already, Dad. It’s pointless.”

Captain Stacy stood up and faced Gwen, his expression disbelieving. “Gwen- Gwen, you’re not serious. You know I won’t just let her do what she wants. I can’t.“ A note of irritation began to sound in his tone, but the officer paused and closed his eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply before looking back up at Gwen with that same piteous look. “You know… it’s probably just the pain talking. I know you just want to let it go-“

Gwen was in no mood, her emotions beginning to slip out of her control. She felt her face harden. “Dad, enough. I don’t wanna talk about that. I’m talking about Spider-Woman-“

“The only reason I talk about Spider-Woman so much is because of that.” Captain Stacy’s voice turned stern as he stretched up to his full height. He didn’t move from his place, but his severity was evident from where Gwen was standing at the end of the couch. Letting out a breath of exasperation, he put his hands on his hips. “You know, I’m a little confused here. She‘s destroying property and potentially harming innocent civilians, which is objectively reason enough for any decent person to want her behind bars. But our personal stake in this- your personal stake in this- I mean, what she did to Peter-“

“We aren’t talking about that now. No.”Gwen held up a hand in an impassioned stop motion, shutting her eyes and looking away, tugging the hood on head a little further in front of her face. Her voice was beginning to break, tears pricking at the backs of her eyes. Again she swallowed.

Captain Stacy’s expression darkened. “I think we are.” The change in his mood made Gwen tense. “What she did to Peter is unforgivable. What she did to you is unforgivable.” He paused, seeming to struggle to get his own words out. “Spider-Woman… Spider-Woman is an awful person, and she deserves to be caught and put away. She deserves-“

“Dad, no. Just stop,” Gwen pleaded, the tears burning in her eyes blurring her vision slightly. She felt like she was spiraling out of control, her breathing growing panicked. “I mean, it could have been an accident, yeah?” Gwen threw her arms in the air. “She hasn’t killed anyone else, has she? Just leave her alone. I don’t want to hear you talk about her anymore, Dad, please.” Her blue eyes were wet and wide, the emotion within them raw.

Captain Stacy was alarmed by his daughter’s change in demeanor, his face turning more concerned and his tone softening a little. “Gwen, but even if I don’t talk about her, I’ll still be trying to catch her.” He slowly walked to Gwen, then placed a large hand on her shoulder, gazing down at her with a melancholy look in his eyes. At his touch, she stiffened. “I really hate to see you this upset over Spider-Woman, Gwen. You see what she’s done? You see the effect she’s had on you?”

God, he wasn’t listening. Gwen’s shoulders were tensed high, her head facing the floor, and she wouldn’t look at her father, feeling the first tear fall from her eye and down her cheek. Vehemently, she wiped it roughly from her eye with the base of her palm, breathing shakily. Captain Stacy noticed it, and sighed deeply, pulling Gwen close to his chest and cradling her head in his hand.

Gwen felt a softer part of herself relax a little in her father’s grasp, but she continued to tremble, eyes still pointed down. Her mind was a mess. All her dad ever talked about lately was Spider-Woman- even the mere mention could set him off on a tangent about how terrible she was and how she needed to be locked away. And every time he did, Gwen felt another tiny piece of herself break away, the web keeping her together unraveling just a little more. The secret of being Spider-Woman was beginning to eat at her very core. And her father always telling her over and over what a horrible person Spider-Woman was, ignorant of the fact that she was Gwen, had been wearing on her for a long time. Already Gwen felt so, so guilty for what had happened to her best friend. She had even stopped acting as Spider-Woman for some time afterward- numb with grief. Some days she felt so heavy with it that she couldn’t even lift her feet to walk and she just wanted to puke. She skipped school- which was easy to do since her father left before dawn to work- and just locked herself in her room with tears stinging her eyes and thoughts so dark swirling through her head that Gwen sometimes feared herself. She was strong, and she knew that, but Gwen absolutely could not handle her father hating her as much as she sometimes hated herself. He was all she had left.

Meanwhile, Captain Stacy continued to hold his daughter, the TV now ignored. He rested his head in his daughter’s hair, blissfully unaware of the real reason she was crying. “Gwen…” he murmured sadly into her hair, caressing her cheek. “You have no idea how much it kills me to see you like this.”

Gwen pressed her lips together into a thin line, harshly blinking back more tears that threatened to spill from her eyes, sclera tinged red with the burn. She said nothing, chin trembling as she lowered her head further into her father’s chest, her breathing starting to steady as she found some comfort in her father’s embrace.

And then he said this.

“I won’t let Spider-Woman kill you inside… like she killed Peter.”

Never had Gwen’s stomach sunk so quickly. She felt everything within her turn icy. She turned completely frigid in her father’s arms.

Gwen had shoved it down as long as she could remember after Peter’s death. She had forced it deep into the darkest crevices of her mind and locked it away so that she never had to acknowledge it. It was the one thing that could possibly send her over the edge.

The thought that she was directly responsible for Peter’s demise.

She hadn’t even dared to think about it. She had spent - and her father, her own dad, believed it.

That she had killed her best friend.

The fact that Captain Stacy didn’t know that Gwen was Spider-Woman only made it that much worse. No personal bias, from an objective standpoint, and he had still come to the conclusion that she was Peter’s murderer.

And that forced Gwen to confront the grim possibility, the thought that she had regular nightmares about and fought so long to banish from her head, that he was right. That she had, indeed, killed her best friend.

“Dad, no,” Gwen heard herself say, as if from a distance.

Captain Stacy pulled away from Gwen slightly to meet her eyes. “What?”

“I said no!” Gwen was suddenly yelling, tearing herself violently from her father’s arms. She noticed that she could hardly see, and then realized that she was crying, all the tears she’d been holding back streaming down her cheeks. It was too much to even try and wipe away. “Dad, please, I’m begging you, just stop talking about her. Stop going after her. I don’t want you to mention anything about her anymore.” Her voice cracked more with every word, breaking down into sobs as sharp pains suddenly wracked her chest. No matter how deeply she breathed she couldn’t seem to get enough air, strangled heaving sounds emitting from her chest.

Captain Stacy looked anxious, not having moved from where he stood. His focus never left his daughter. “Gwen. Gwen, what’s going on?”

“Nothing. Nothing’s going on,” Gwen answered bitterly through her tears, hating that she was still forced to lie. She would always be forced to lie. Gwen knew she could never tell her dad the truth about her identity now, and it only made her cry all the more vehemently. Not being able to confide in her own dad while being unable to see any of her other friends made Gwen feel so agonizingly alone. She could literally feel the hole in her heart, and it just made her feel weak. She was supposed to be independent. Gwen felt like she was losing her mind, and she just could not another mention of Spider-Woman from her dad.

“Gwen. Gwen, you’re crying-“

She was pacing back and forth across the room, hands on her head and fingers tangled in her hair as if she was trying to physically hold her mind together. She stopped in front of her father, gesturing wildly. “Please, Dad, just- please, promise me, you’ll stop going after her. Please.” Gwen’s words felt as if they were being pulled from her very soul, and it hurt. She stood in front of her father, eyes glistening and tears staining her red cheeks. She was the picture of desperation.

Captain Stacy’s expression was grim, and he opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again as he gazed at Gwen with a look in his eye as if he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. But he still didn’t understand. And Gwen knew he wasn’t going to stop going after her.

There was a moment of morose silence between father and daughter, the only sound being Gwen’s shaky breathing as she tried halfheartedly to calm herself. Eventually her expression relaxed- her eyes lowering and her hands falling to her sides limply. There was no point.

Gwen lowered her eyes slowly back to the ground, her hand weakly coming up to her face to brush the tears away. Her face had stiffened, turning into a stony mask. She nodded, a barely visibly motion, and a bitter smile started at the corners of her lips, but it quickly vanished. Not looking at her father, she turned her back to him, and sort of awkwardly began to head to her bedroom.

“Wait.”

Gwen stopped in her tracks as she heard her father’s voice. She didn’t turn around.

There was silence before Captain Stacy spoke again. “What happened to your head?”

Gwen frowned at first, not knowing what he was talking about- but then she felt a strand of hair brush her cheek and realized her hood had come down, revealing the wound she had suffered during her earlier fight.

“Ran into a wall at school.” Gwen answered, voice slightly hoarse. She closed her eyes for a second, letting one more tear spill from her eye before retreating to her bedroom, shutting the door slowly behind her. She felt detached, as if she was watching herself from afar. Her footsteps were unsteady as she walked to her bed and sat down. And then she brought her knees to her aching chest and cried.

Gwen didn’t know how long she had spent on her bed, sobbing like she hadn’t done since Peter’s death, before she felt a tap on her head which was buried in her arms. At first she didn’t acknowledge it, but when she was tapped again with a little more force, Gwen allowed her eyes only to peer from behind her arms and see what it was.

She was met with a painfully bright light, flashing different colors every second, and she grimaced when it hit her stinging and swollen eyes, thinking that it was probably just a siren. But then Gwen looked further up- and her eyes widened.

Hobie peered down at her, a slight frown on his face, but he seemed as nonchalant as ever.

“Rough night?”

[avatarvyakara]

Strands of Webbing

A Spiderverse Fanfic

Prompts 193-204

“On the Job”

CAUTION: contains references to Naziism and eugenics. (Leading to a punch in the face because it’s Noir.)

193. Pun

Of course Peter B. is late meeting for coffee in Peter’s world. It’s part of the risks of the job. But when he does turn up—

“What happened to you?”

Peter B. is stumbling, he seems to be taking the toon reality worse than usual, and his suit looks like he’s been mugged at the beach.

“Sandman. Fifth Avenue. Holdup. Crushed. Bleh.”

“Oof. I get ya. Still, all part of the daily gri—”

“So help me I will web your mouth shut, Porker.”

“Buy me dinner first?”

“Shut up. Owwww.”

“Who’s your friend, Spider-Ham?” asks Mr. Leo, bringing out a coffee. “Some kinda mandrill?”

“But horribly disfigured, that’s why he wears the mask,” says Peter cheerfully. “Still, he’s obviously a fan, so I don’t mind.”

“...black coffee with a cinnamon stick, please.”

Mr. Leo beams. “Whatever you look like under there, buddy, you’re obviously a mandrill of quality and I won’t judge you for it.”

“Er...thanks.”

Peter takes his own beverage. Ah, extra sprinkles on the whipped cream. Life is good.

194. Percussive

Gwen’s head is usually full of music in one way or another. She likes to time her motions around it. Sometimes she makes a game of it. Actually, sometimes she uses the long hours to work on the songs Betty and MJ compose.

“I think we can work in a slightly different tempo for this one,” she says to MJ. “Make it faster, but use three-four time instead of four-four.”

Marie-Jane raises an eyebrow, like she always does. “Where’d you come up with that one?”

“On the mean streets of Queens, obviously,” Gwen teases back.

(Actually, it did work quite well back there. The Rhino didn’t even see those moves coming.)

It works. She knew it would.

195. Source

Takara sits in the heart of the machine, the tesseract spider providing both power and memory storage for the robot. Peni activates the interface, and the engine fires up. Screens pop into view. Peni could control SP//dr by channeling commands along the psychic link and leaving it at that, but this way it's more enjoyable for the both of them.

It’s also more enjoyable for them both when there’s something to eat. Of course, Takara doesn’t really need it, not with the nutrient packs surrounding her compartment. But Peni eating makes them both feel good, and it’s positive encouragement for Takara as much as a feel-good thing for herself.

And the programming data for the robot itself—her father’s work, even if it’s no longer his robot, and his memory sits in a new form—reflects that happiness. Becomes part-and-parcel with Takara, extending her capabilities as she extends his memory.

SP//dr is powered up and ready to go.

(Which is good, because that giant lightning-generating flamingo isn't going to leave Staten Island alone any time soon.)

196. Symbiosis

“Hey, Ock? You might wanna ignore the weird lady,” says Peter, trapped in tentacles. “Just to warn you.”

“Be silent, Spider-Ham! I am talking to my deformed mandrill counterpart.”

Olivia Octavius looks...nonplussed. Genuinely nonplussed.

“...you know, when I thought about being an animal, I didn’t honestly plan on being a cat.”

“...nnno, I can see it,” says Peter.

“What’s wrong with cats?” demands Doctor Octopussycat.

But Olivia’s now looking at the arms. Eight of them, instead of four. And...

“...why are you wearing an octopus? I mean, an actual octopus?”

“I am not wearing her, we are committed.”

Olivia looks helplessly at Spider-Ham.

“What can I say? Power couple. I’m happy for you two, Molly!” he calls out.

“Thanks, Spider-Ham!” comes the somewhat muffled voice of the octopus. “Looking forward to eating you!”

“You,” says Olivia to Spider-Ham. “You’re sane. Probably. Tell me this isn’t actually happening?”

“Welcome to my world, lady. Literally.”

197. Pugilist

“What will we find behind that mask, hmm, Spinnemensch?” drawls the man in military uniform. He sounds Scottish; his German is utterly terrible. “Fangs and claws? Eyes glowing like blood-gems?”

It’s a chilly, gloomy day, and the smell of the rain washes over the city in the way only the smell of rain can.

“I doubt it’d mean a thing to ya,” says Peter, “but it's so I don't frighten the life out of people.”

“I think it a sign of weakness, Spinnemensch. After all, we wear our allegiance proudly. You're just another mafia goon trying to poison this city.”

Peter doesn’t usually prefer to talk, but he’s also not averse to it if it gives him time to get himself into a better position to fight.

He snorts.

“Mafia? Really? Please. Anyway, you really wanna go down that road? You’re literally wearing the symbols of a defeated enemy of the US.”

“America has not defeated us, and they never will,” spits another thug, and this one is German. “They can take apart our country and leave it for the lessers to pick clean for oil and free labour, but they lost the last war. And it’s only by making common cause with us that they can win the next.”

“By, what, putting people into camps and burning down their businesses?”

“Why not? It’s what they did to us. We’re simply continuing time-honoured practices. And eugenics will prove that we are equal in all ways to the Whites of America, so there can be none of this foolishness about us being lessers anymore.” He sneers. “Not like those pets they keep to make pretence at being ‘a world within a world’.”

“...you know, I hear Sigmund Freud’s insane asylum is taking inpatients—”

The second man throws a punch.

Peter grabs it easily, and behind his mask and goggles the Spider-Man grins.

Finally.

And into the fray he goes.

198. Truant

“Look, ma’am, I know this is a long shot, but is there any way I can persuade you to put the stuff from the jewellery store back and run? I got a geography presentation in fifteen minutes and I’m not even in the right borough.”

Felicia gives this some consideration.

“Alright, newbie, you got me,” she says. “Just this one time.”

Miles gets back in time, gives the presentation, takes a moment to rest, checks the news—

Half an hour later, as the sun sets, he’s out in the Bronx.

“You know that wasn’t a free pass to rob a different one, right?”

“I said one time, Spider-Man,” Black Cat replies with a grin. “Presentation go okay?”

“Eh,” shrugs Spider-Man, as they start throwing punches. “Indian history was never that big a thing for me.”

Felicia laughs.

199. Reunion

“What the [bleep]?”

Miguel blinks, then glances at El Porco.

“What? It’s a side-effect. Why is ‘shock’ a bad word anyway?”

“Um. Hey, Gabe? Meet my insane new friend, Peter Porker. Porquito, meet my loser brother, Gabriel O’Hara.”

His younger brother stares. “Migs, what...”

“Pleasure to meet ya, big fella! I’m the Spider-Ham.”

“...”

“Stunned into speechlessness by my good looks, no doubt.”

Both O’Haras snort at that.

“There, see! And you said getting your brother to smile was the hardest part of your day. Obviously you’re not trying hard enough.”

Gabriel looks surprised, Miguel mildly furious.

“One more word and it’s the oven for you.”

“No, no, I wanna hear this,” says Gabriel, waving a hand. “Mán, are you...like, a real pig with the Alchemax treatment, or some kind of hologram, or...”

“One hundred percent genuine pork. But I keep kosher, if it helps.”

“Keep him. He’s like you but nicer.”

“Gee, thanks, Gabe.”

But both O’Haras are smiling at the same thing, which is a rare enough event that Miguel won’t pound El Porco for revealing embarrassing secrets. Yet. Guy just bounces back anyway.

200. Power

At the end of the day, it's not about beating people up. It's not about daring feats of heroics. It's about doing with one's abilities what needs to be done, so that everyone else can do what they need to do. You get on with your side of the job, and they get on with theirs.

Not that there isn't such a thing as job satisfaction.

201. Wash

Cindy’s world is...curious, Peter thinks. There are faint outlines around people and buildings, and the colours are always vivid but...just a little pale. Spectacular, but pale. With people, it gets more or less vivid depending on how well they fit. Like a jigsaw puzzle.

In black and white and red, Cindy takes the limelight.

(He’s going to have to talk to the Spider-God at some point and work out what the heck is going on, there is no way these are normal feelings. Peter B. mentioned something called “pheromones” when he and Gwen met Miles’ version of Silk—Silkworm, in fact, living in San Fransisco with her nearly-dead boyfriend. Nobody talks about that meeting, although Gwen blushes a bit. Must be what’s happening here. Only...they apparently had the same spider. His is definitely different from hers. So—)

“You need a refill?” she asks, settling down on a rooftop and gesturing to her fingertips. (She can shoot silk from her fingertips. Complicated silk, in colours. That’s...new.)

“Think I’m okay for the next few years or so,” he reassures her, and shoots out a line from his wrist.

She grins. (All in the eyes.) “Nice. So you’re one of the freaky spiders. Like me.”

Peter shrugs. “Guess so, doll. Webs aren’t a patch on yours, though.”

There’s a silence which might be awkward. Slightly.

“So...is this what your day looks like, mostly?”

“Pretty much. Wake up early, take the web to work, find some new story for J.J.J., do some...other stuff, come home, spend a bit of time looking for my family, grab a few minutes’ sleep, rinse and repeat.”

“...doesn’t actually sound too bad.”

Now Cindy shrugs. “Better than being in that bunker for five years.”

“Gotta admit, sounds a lot more fast-paced.”

“Heh. Plus a bit of catching up. You would not believe how much the world has changed in the past five years.”

“Nearly ninety years for me, kid.”

“Kid, though? I’m pretty sure we’re the same age. Even if you do look a bit...Cage-y.”

“Gotta preserve the mystery...ma’am.”

Silk snorts. It’s a very un-ladylike and very friendly snort. “You’re like Slenderman with a trench coat, it’s not that mysterious.”

“Who again?”

“...I don’t believe it, there’s actually someone alive who knows less about modern pop culture than I do.”

It turns out to be quite a pleasant world. Peter thinks he may come back at some point.

202. Limbs

“Mister Morales, you’re nearly late!” exclaims Doctor Octavius, which is her usual hello. “Come on in! I could really use a hand with this...”

203. Daily

“Okay, seriously,” says Peter, “how many of us actually work or have worked for the Bugle?”

His hand goes up. So do others.

“It’s the Beagle in my world.”

“Fact Channel for me, but Jonah’s still my boss.”

“Tried to get the guy to publish Urich’s blackmail material. Didn’t really work out. He accepts an article every now and then.”

“I actually played a bugle for Mr. Jameson before he proclaimed the local news. Well, for about a week.”

“...I may have gotten slightly higher in the ranks.”

Everyone turns to Mayday’s Dad.

“What? It’s a good career. Plus this way the media can actually support a Spider for once.”

“...can you do J.J.J. impressions too?”

“Oh, no,” groans Mayday.

“Can I ever!”

204. Nap

Rio is a nurse, and a pretty darn good one if she says so herself. It’s actually how she met Jeff, believe it or not. (Although admittedly it was less “let me heal your wounds, brave sir” and more “ma’am, I don’t want to panic you because I am definitely not panicking but we were messing around and I accidentally knocked out my big brother and I swear it was an accident and I think he’s gonna kill me so please help me get him to the point where he can kill me?”) And part of that is being able to take care of the people around her.

She’s just in on a quick break—double shifts this week—and she takes a moment to see how her son is doing.

Miles, conked out on his bed in his school uniform, cuddling that strange stuffed pig with the Spider-Man pattern that shows up once in a while, sighs when she adds the blanket but doesn’t stir. Poor boy. Working so hard. They all do, they all have jobs of their own—and they can all spare sympathy for one another and make it easier. Her son makes it easier for his parents every day just by being there.

(She makes a point of ignoring the gentle snores coming from the white-and-black Spider-girl on the ceiling. It’s perfectly innocent, and Miles will tell her and Jeff when he’s ready.)

Might be worth having a quick lie down herself...

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Peter Parker’s Younger Sibling

Peter Parker x sibling!reader

warnings: bullying mention, blood mention

a/n: a fuckin reach, its been a WHILE since ive seen tasm

prompt: y/n is peter’s sibling

peter and you were playful kids

you were just a year and some months younger than him, so you had a harder time remembering your parents than him

but he always told you stories about them that made you miss them a little more

peter was a genius, we all know it

he was the one helping you with your homework most nights

“peter i cant do it!”

“that’s okay, y/n. look, start with two times four, that’s eight, then four times six, twenty-four, right?”

“can i say a cuss word?”

“sure”

“math is shit”

you would cry during homework a lot

you’d also pass out on his floor after talking for hours

and you’d either wake up facedown on the floor or in your room since uncle ben would pick you up and put you to bed

peter took it upon himself to take you back to your room, but he usually dragged you by the arm, sooooo

you’d play action figures together

he was batman, you were robin always

“can i be batman?”

“oldest gets to be batman so im batman”

“but i wanna be batman!”

peter walked you to your school before taking off on his skateboard

and he’d pick you up on his way home

on half-days your brother taught you how to skate

you fell a lot

aunt may had to patch you up

“how many times do i have to tell you those skateboards are dangerous?!”

peter got you your own skateboard so that you could practice without him

you would text him after you did a trick and he’d always say hell yes! show me when i get home!

being his photography assistant

really you were his assistant constantly

science fair was the most boring day of the year

“y/n, stand right here, i need to get something from my locker”

*judges walk up while youre left unattended and in a state of PANIC*

you were bullied in middle school, same as peter, he’d always stick up for you and get beat up instead

it made you very mad but it was scary, too

“how’d you get into this fight, peter?”

“oh, you know, just happened”

“peter was sticking up for me, uncle ben”

“was he now? you’re a good brother, peter”

lonely when he moved onto high school :/

but you got there soon enough

you guys were kind of loners, just ate lunch together, lugged around your skateboards, you were an artist, he was a photographer

just spectating the chaos of high school, rolling your eyes at the drama

“i have two bucks, do you want anything from the vending machine?”

“uhh, a coke?”

you saw peter get bullied by flash and lost your shitttt

you actually started a food fight after throwing mashed potatoes in his eyes

“what the hell, parker?!”

“sit down and eat your goddamn food, flash, or next time it wont be potatoes”

peter was half-proud, half-embarrassed

trying to see how long you could skate through the halls before any authority figures stopped you

sometimes......you guys got sent to the office together :)

*phone ringing* “hello, is this ben parker?”

“which one of them is it this time?”

the principal’s office was a trip sometimes

you and peter exchange your glances and wait to get scolded

“ah, the parkers, come in, lets have a chat...why do you two always feel the need to get in trouble together?”

“we just happen to get along really well for siblings”

no you fuckin dont lmaoooo

it was always something with you two

like always

*banging on peter’s door* “I KNOW YOU HAVE MY BROWNIES, PETER, GIVE THEM BACK”

*peter through a mouthful of brownies* “I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOURE TALKING ABOUT, YOURE CRAZY”

“is that my jacket?” -peter

“you mean my jacket?”

“y/n, i swear to god if you steal any more of my clothes it’s over for you”

“well, aunt may keeps giving me your clothes, so take it up with her”

and then there was just the little annoying things

“peter, can you stop clicking your pen?”

*clicks pen faster*

“you’re the worst”

and my personal favorite

“peter, open the door”

“why?”

“emergency”

*opens bedroom door* “what?”

“aunt may is making meatloaf”

“shit, uh...get your board, we’ll skate to mcdonalds and tell her we already ate”

peter and you RARELY ever brought your parents up until he found your dad’s briefcase, you didn’t have much to say

soon he was flooding his room with conspiracies and pulling you in to explain them

he began acting REALLY weird, but he was pretty open with you, he told you he went to oscorp

“YOU SNUCK IN??”

“your standards for me are way too high, y/n”

soon you started to feel not-so-good and weird things started to happen

“peter??”

“yeah? whats up?”

“this is gonna sound really weird...my hand is stuck to the door”

“it happened to you, too??”

“happening, pete. wait—this happened to you?? what is this???????”

yall done fucked up and got bit by spiders peter had so carelessly brought back into the house

it was an adjustment to say the least

and this adjustment got a whole lot harder that one night...you can remember peter just...so upset

you tried to chase him out to make sure he was okay, but uncle ben told you to stay with your aunt

maybe if you’d have been there...it would’ve been different, but when the cops got to your house you were at a loss for words

peter was covered in his blood still

“hey, hey, just breathe, okay? it’s not your fault, peter. just hop in the shower, yeah? i’ll take care of your clothes”

when peter took your advice and you were left alone, you just cried, you cried until he finally found you curled up in a ball in your room

then he cried, you just hugged each other sobbing your eyes out

peter got distant for a while, which was rough since the two of your were mourning for your uncle and dealing with these newfound powers

sooner or later he came around and helped you out, designing webshooters and a suit for you

“we match?”

*sigh* “yeah...yeah, we match”

ah yes, spider-team

you really tripped out new york at first, they thought spider-man was a teleporter

peter was still talking about your dad, but you really didn’t care, uncle ben was always going to be who raised you

you and peter would be covered in bruises after going out

“uh—peter punched me”

“y/n???!!!”

“I PANICKED”

just being dumb scared teens that cant function to save their lives until they get a little bit lucky

seriously like, every big villain you guys fought was just the worst

peter didn’t help all the time, he was good at provoking them sometimes

“hey, spider-man, you mind shutting up for a minute? for my sake?”

“sorry, sorry, just couldn’t help myself!”

he gushed to you about gwen stacy, he actually dragged you to her apartment to be patched up by her SEVERAL TIMES

yadda yadda yadda peter graduated high school! how cool is that? but he was late (what a surprise) even though you put off spidering today just for this

but he made it and you clapped the loudest for him

“thats my brotherrrr!!!”

cute family picture! (aunt may printed a bunch of them and gave them to you two and peter pinned them to his wall)

you and peter actually have a lot of pictures of the two of you just goofing off

he has one of you stuck in a trash can that cracks him up every time

seeing harry osborn again after YEARS

“wow, y/n, last time i saw you i just thought you were peter’s annoying little sibling”

“aww, it’s good to see you, too”

electrooooo

this guy really worried you bc like, bzzzz shock

you and peter weren’t equipped for that

it took a while, but you were finally able to deal with that

and several other problems

including peter’s breakup, which was a whole ordeal of its own

*peter laying upside down on your bed* “i dont know, y/n, you know? i wanna be with her so bad, i love her...but her dad is haunting me”

*you, drawing on your notepad with your legs propped up on his* “yeah, makes sense”

you actually had to tap out during the end of electro, you were hurt pretty bad

“y/n, hey? yeah, you’re okay. stay here, just stay right there, i’m gonna be back for you”

*thumbs up to show youre still alive*

but when peter came back for you there was bad news, he’d lost gwen

he ripped his mask off and fell to his knees, you could barely move but you powered through it, giving him a hug while he cried

“we...we better get home before aunt may starts to worry”

she was at work, so you two had the place to yourselves to clean up and mourn before the official news was revealed

“i should have listened to her dad, y/n, this is all my fault”

he was a mess, you couldn’t bare seeing him like this. it’s been so long since you’d seen him like this

the funeral was rough, peter was grasping onto your shoulder the whole time

he insisted that he was going to stick behind and stay with gwen for a while

“okay, i’ll see you at home...love you”

“love you too”

you gave him a hug and left him to his business, the next few months you were the only spider-person operating in new york...until rhino popped up

“im coming with you”

“you’re sure?”

“yeah, im sure”

(these are kinda ass but anyways im tagging my marvel ppl even tho ik this isnt mcu so just ignore this post if you dont care, sorry!!)

taglist: @alwaysananglophile // @rorybutnotgilmore // @locke-writes // @sweetheartliz07 // @queen-destenie // @natasha-danvers // @allthecreativeonesaretaken // @frostedgiant // @praellee // @emygirl // @lotsoffandomrecs //

[merlinssaggyyfronts]

BBC Merlin Rewatch:

01x01: The Dragon’s Call

—

FIRSTLY THE FUCKING DESCRIPTION LMAO “Merlin, a young country boy” COUNTRY BOY AHAHDHSNDH IF ONLY YOU KNEW!!! ITS LIKE SETTING SOMEONE UP FOR DISASTER BUT THEN AGAIN THEY WERE SO LIKE I MEAN-

aw look at merlin all happy and smily, walking into camelot like he isnt going to witness the death of his best friend/king and basically everyone he loves

LOOK AT HIM HES SO HAPPY!!! HE DOESNT KNOW YET

“like everyone, he must live and learn” yo shut ur bitchass up lizard man u literally tried to murder everyone in camelot that one time

“his name: traumatised 😍😍”

AH YES THE OPENING!!1!1!-!-! AHHH THE AMOUNT OF HAPPINESS I FEEL HEARING THE OPENING

fuck ur bitchass uther no one likes u

“i pride myself as a fair and just king” sir didnt u like basically kill ur wife... and thousands of peo- OH MY GOD MORGANA BB ILY

oh jesus okay hes dead um chile-

“when i came to this land” wait i thought he was raised kn camelot brb i forgot im an idiot wait,,, does this mean before this it was the du bois family on the throne of camelot?? also, mired in chaos? u mean like.... before ur wife died and everyone was living peacefully? ....okay

“merlin, seeing a person who's been stated had been studying magic get beheaded: [a magical being himself] ah,, welcoming.” -my gf

“since the great dragon was captured” ....so did no one think about where they put a dragon?? a captured one at that. ud think he’d be more smart but nah he just left a random ass dragon under his castle like THAT is going to end well

YUHH MARY COLLJNS HATE HIM!!! YELL BABEY YELL!!! “you took my son!” YES MURDER HIM OMG I CAN FEEL HER PAIN

“a son for a son!” omg why couldnt u have killed uther bb ur the perfect villain i love u ur literally just a loving mother i-

OOOOO GAIUS

.....why is there a bunny mask in there

why is thERE A BUNNY MASK-

why didnt merlins eyes glow when he dragged the bed to gaius to save him

also whats this slomo magic why didnt he do this after this why did season one haveso much magic and like every other season was just everyone throwing it back

like i get instinctual magic but like.... if its instinctual wouldnt it happen more especially when his powers get stronger-

gaius: what did you just do?!

also gaius, five seconds later: i know what it was!! i just wanted to know where you learned it

merlin: 😐

merlin, about his magic: i was born like this

gaius, who knows full well warlocks exist: impossible!

(are warlocks naturally born knowing how to use magic without learning? i mean if u have to learn magic like a sorcerer then whats the difference between a warlock and a sorcerer cuz wouldnt sorcerers atleast have to have some magic in them to actually cast spells? am i dumb or do i just not get it)

wait so merlin arrived in camelot on a wednesday

merlin, walking into camelot: it is wednesday my dudes

merlin: [witnesses an execution] aaaAAAAAA-

“someone that might help him find a purpose of his gifts” oh honey he’ll get something mUCH LARGER THAN THAT-

—

oH MORGANA

SHUT UR BITCHASS UTHER SHE WILL KILL YOU-

“the more brutal you are, the more enemies you’ll create” oh the waY SHE PREDICTED THEIR FUTURE OO

ah bless u lady helen/mary collins we love them spicy villains

...why do you have a dressing table in a tent

[watches mary collins murder lady helen] i never snitch on dadd- ...someone pls delete me

merlin, about his instinctual magic: i just do it!

gaius: ...lord have mercy what did i just sign myself up to

what ever happened to sir olwen did he die from accidentally overdosing

—

oHHH THERE HE IS THERE HE IS THERES MY BOY!!! MY LIL PRAT MAN!!!!

merlin looks so offended, oh god i could watch this whole scene for HOURS

oooOOOO YES MERLIN FUCK HIM UP!!! SHOW HIM WHOS BOSS

“do i know you?” “im merlin” “so i dont know you” ugh theres already sexual tension

“i would never have a friend who could be such an ass” “or i one so stupid”

also them, ten years later: “i use my magic for you arthur, only you” “just hold me” “i cant lose him! hes my friend!” “thank you..”

“tell me merlin, do you know how to walk on your knees?” OOOOH THE BOYS ARE FLIRTING

NOT THE “would you like me to help you?” SIR YOU ARE FLIRTING SO INTENSELY AND DONT EVEN REALISE IT SIR DO YOU KNOW YOURE FALLING IN LOVE

im convinced atleast half the knights with arthur were like “ayo thas kinda sus bro 😳😳 ayo 😳😳”

arthur: tell me merlin, do you know how to walk on your knees? would you like me to help you?

merlin: ....i really dont know how to answer that

imagine being paid to throw fruits at colin morgan omg id be so thrilled

OOOH HERE COMES OUR QUEEN GWEN!!! MY LOVE MY EVERYTHING YES ILY

gwen: well, arthur looks like one of those, save the world kinda men... and you dont

merlin, 1500 years later, having failed his destiny: well i mean you’re not wrong

—

gaius: uther banned magic a long time ago

merlin, flabbergasted as if he wasnt raised on tales of the death of his kind every day in the kingdom right next to his: why?!?!?

gaius: the dragon is imprisoned where nobody can free him

merlin:

(that is the face of someone knowing full well hes going to free that dragon. look at him. he’s already made up his mind.)

—

[sees merlin and arthur in the marketplace] oh heres he is again heres the lil bitxh ooo theyre about to FIGHT

god hes flirting so hard without even realising it, oh my god

“i could take you apart with one blow” “i could take you apart with less” um sirs this is a mcdonalds drive thru 😃

arthur: ahah, you’re in trouble now~ 😏😏

i had to pause cuz wHAT THE HELL WHY DOES HE SOUND LIKE THAT-

—

....yall are yelling very loudly, um, arent there guards near yall? people passing by? please relax

“im just a nobody, and i always will be” OH IF ONLY YOU KNEWWW

“if i cant use magic, i might as well die” ....well, ive got a surprise for you-

“maybe theres someone with more magic than me?” like... a whole dragon? i mean if you say so 👀

merlin about why he was born like this: if you cant tell me, no one can!

a fucking dragon, basically every magical creature and the druids: WELL-

the camelot guards are so stupid how the hell is this kingdom still standing

how does kilgharrah know merlins name? in prophecy hes known as emrys (and we see basically every magical being call him emrys and not merlin,, i think). so how does he know? did he stretch his neck long enough that he could somehow hear merlin? is it cuz theyre kin? is it cuz merlin and gaius were yelling so loudly that kilgharrah could hear them all the way in his cave? ig we’ll never know 🖐

merlin: where are you?!

kilgharrah:

kilgharrah: without you, arthur will never succeed.

merlin: ....oh look, im already paranoid

the amount of sadness i feel hearing kilgharrah say “none of us can choose our destiny, merlin. and none of us can escape it�� is INSANE cuz in season one you can SEE merlin trying to escape it. hes doing his damned best trying to have some control over his life. and then in later seasons you can see the light slowly drain from his eyes as he becomes just another toy for the gods to be entertained by. he realises he cant control a single thing about his life so he does the one thing he can: protect arthur. and he loses SO MUCH because of it! its not fair, he deserved so much, and when he finally got everything he could ever ask for, it was taken away from him by his own mistakes.

arthur, seeing morgana in a beautiful dress: god have mercy 😍

uther: .....um

the way they set arthur and morgana up as if they arent gonna make them siblings i- what the fawk 😄

person A, who knows arthurian lore: oh no! arthur is going to have an affair with morgan(a) and have mordred! oh no!!

person B, whos seen merlin: oh no in this show its worse

person B, knowing full well theyre siblings: much worse....

gwen: who’d wanna marry arthur? 🙄

-

gwen, getting crowned queen of camelot: well fuck

hhhnghnh yes queen sing them to sleep yes murder his bitchass (and fail but like its the thought that counts)

on a sidenote tho this is such a fun way to murder someone, id try this

the absolutely OFFENDED “FATHER!” and the horrified look in arthurs eyss when uther announced merlin would be his manservant is PRICELESS OMG

oh the way uther unintentionally plants the first seed of his sons love story omg 😍😍

Conclusion: this episode is a 10/10 greatest episode with so many iconic scenes omg. mary collins u will forever have my heart for unintentionally kickstarting merlin and arthurs relationship destiny. i loved the whole thing and oh GOD does it already hurt knowing full well how the show ends

[lazyyypup]

my Year in Review but i only made this account in October so its my "Three months in review" and its also long because i make long text posts oops

I posted 131 times in 2021

29 posts created (22%)

102 posts reblogged (78%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 3.5 posts.

I added 53 tags in 2021

#merlin - 11 posts

#merthur - 7 posts

#i will never get over this - 6 posts

#arthur pendragon - 5 posts

#merlin bbc - 5 posts

#merlin emrys - 4 posts

#bbc merlin - 4 posts

#merlin au - 4 posts

#merlin fanfic - 4 posts

#arthur is in love - 3 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#me showing him an article about a guy who drown (how happened to be a bigger man and had a giant white beard) and telling him it was santa

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

HOLY SHIT GUYS HOLY FUCKING SHIT

IM GOING- IM SO EXCITED- I GOT A VIP TICKET AND IM SO FUCKING EXCITED WHAT THE HELL 

EEF HERE I COME

6 notes • Posted 2021-11-22 19:00:09 GMT

#4

The Royal Family of Camelot

"It consists of King Arthur and his Queen Guinevere. The Knights of the Round Table, Sir Leon, Sir Lancelot, Sir Gwaine, Sir Elyan, and Sir Percival. And Merlin.

They’d already died."

I FINALLY HAVE POSTED A FANFIC

Its just a simple oneshot, but you'll hate it none-the-less.

You can read it here on AO3 !!!

6 notes • Posted 2021-12-03 02:38:26 GMT

#3

I kinda wanna write abunch of oneshots??? So Idk??? suggest shit maybe for me???

10 notes • Posted 2021-10-12 22:12:59 GMT

#2

MERTHUR FIC IDEA

(i’m actually in the process of writing this one haHA so it will be a fic soon)

While on a wild chase of a hunt, Merlin and Arthur get lost. 

After many many complaints from Merlin, at least three (3) arguments, and an angry horse, Arthur finally decides that they should stop for the night and try to backtrack in the morning. 

“Maybe some rest will help me find our way back..”

And Merlin just stares at him in disbelief because ‘Didn’t I just say that not too long ago?!’

So he leads them back to a small clearing that he saw a little ways back.

And they stop,

In the middle of the woods,

(That neither of them know very well)

In the middle of Autumn.

“Don’t let anything kill me while I rest, I switch with you in a couple hours.” Arthur tells him, “And I swear-”   Now glaring at Merlin, “If you let that fire die, I’ll leave you in these woods to fend for yourself.” 

Well, that’s that. Merlin has no choice but to keep watch. Leave me to fend for myself when you can’t even get dressed on your own.. He would think harshly and poking needlessly at the fire.

Several hours later, Arthur would wake, freezing half-to-death, to find Merlin sleeping next to a pile of burnt wood.

Arthur, annoyed by his manservant, goes to wake him up (by unkindly shoving him) when he hears the young boy mumbling in his sleep.

Arthur, being the nosy prat that he is, listens to his sleep-talk. Hearing things that Merlin wouldn’t dare say in front of the man. 

Things about his father (’who just died recently?’ Arthur would think), and a young girl, named Freya, that he’d began to love but never got to express it because she was taken from him as well.

Merlin would be in and out, words trailing off before he’d continue again.

Then something would catch Arthur’s attention,

“Magic.. Kilgharrah...”

“Father- it worked...”

25 notes • Posted 2021-10-22 02:45:48 GMT

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Merlin AU where Arthur wants to marry Merlin-

But obviously his father would never let him, so he plans a secret marriage.

Where he goes to Gaius’ chambers, while Merlin is off doing his own thing, and asks Gaius for his blessing. Because he remembers Merlin said to him once that “He’s like the father I never got to have”. 

And they sit together for a long while talking, until Merlin wanders inside, looking at them confused because ‘Why do they look so serious? Is Arthur okay?’

Where he goes to the royal seamstress to request a personal item, avoiding every question she asks, “Who’s it for?” "Why can't King Uther know about this?" And when she's done, he slides a gold coin to pay for her silence.

Where Arthur struggles to pack a picnic, but as stubborn as he is, he refused help. Until Sir Leon and Gwen show up saying “Sire, no offense, but this is nothing to stress about- Please let us help!”  But still the prince’s pride was too big to just give up, because “How am I to provide and be a good husband, if I can’t simply fill a basket with food!”  And Leon lets him shout out and vent all his worries about how this ‘can and will go wrong‘, as Gwen quietly packs the picnic. 

And after it all he sheepishly takes the basket, murmuring his apologies and thanks, before leaving to prep the horses.

Where he and Merlin ride out, the ride at first riddled with questions of “Where are we going?” “Why’ve you been avoiding me?” “Arthur, is everything okay?”

Of course everything is okay. This is going to be a beautiful story we can tell our children.

Where they finally arrive to a fair meadow that Arthur found weeks ago. The perfect spot. Where the sun would warm their skin just right, and Merlins eyes would look like the slow ocean waves that he loved so much.

And they would lay out on the blanket Gwen packed, and talk about the recent events that occurred, make jokes about Gwaine and Percival being hopelessly in love, and munch on the few snacks that were brought.

Where eventually they trail off and stop talking. Taking in the sounds of nature, basking in each others presence. Arthur stealing glances at Merlin when he isn’t looking, trying to work up the courage to just do it already.

Where he would stand up, extending a hand to Merlin to pull him to his feet. Merlin takes the hand, and once stable, quickly brushes of the invisible dirt off the front of his trousers. 

Where Arthur would say “Merlin..”, while reaching into his pocket to pull out, what looked to be, a handful of fabric.

And Merlin would look at him confused, thinking ‘What is he doing? What is that?’

Arthur would rub the back of his neck and squeeze his eyes shut for a moment, steeling himself. A flash of concern etches across Merlins face, Arthur was nervous. Arthur never showed anyone he was nervous. 

But then Arthur would open his eyes and stare into Merlin’s deep blues, lowering himself onto one knee and grabbing his hand.

“I know this might be strange, I know I’ve treated you unfairly at times. But I want you to know that I, Arthur Pendragon, am absolutely in love with you...” He would bring up the cloth, and only then would Merlin recognize it. A neckerchief. Made out of the same fabric as Arthur’s cape. A deep, vibrant, Pendragon Red, neckerchief.

“It’s not a ring, but I hope you accept it just the same..” 

Merlin would be baffled, taking the soft, silky fabric into his hands and rubbing it between his fingers. A token of his love. He would stare at it, tears brimming his eyes, love flooding his heart. Arthur is in love with me. He was ecstatic, but what Arthur said next, well... Merlin didn’t have a word to describe the feeling.

“Merlin, Will you marry me?”

96 notes • Posted 2021-10-10 17:12:28 GMT

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I feel Merlin could have been so vastly improved by Merlin's magic being revealed. Or, well I say revealed but I mean more by his choice (albeit perhaps an almost forced one because that's probably what would work better plot-wise) than him straight up being outed. Because then, as consequence I would like to imagine he has to leave Camelot. And just think about the potential that leaves for development for so many characters and relationships.

So I'd peg this as something like Merlin's magic is revealed at the end of a season (pre-Uther death) thus leading to him leaving Camelot and staying away for the better part of the next season.

Because first of all with Merlin in that next season there are so many avenues of plot to go down:

a) him interacting with other magical beings - learning to use his magic more, learning about them and learning more about his duty to them as Emrys

b) interactions with some of the not-yet-knights-knights because I'll always want more Merlin and Lancelot/Merlin and Gwaine content PLUS there could also be room for all 3 to have to work together on something and just that'd be fun AND ALSO Gwaine knowing about Merlin's magic would be beautiful chaos

c) interaction with Mordred which could fall into the two previous points but gets a special point BECAUSE how could would it be to have Merlin and Mordred become close and have a good relationship prior to Merlin finding out the whole Arthur's bane thing - it could really further put his following of prophetic advice into question this leading to him perhaps trying to reach out better to Morgana as he realises Kilgarrah and Gauis gave shit advice with the whole kill her/don't tell her stuff

d) also have him travel, like maybe even visit a kingdom where magic is legal to really show the contrast between where Camelot is and what the goal is - make it clear a lot of change is required (plus then potential later plot point of Camelot allying with this kingdom or at least Arthur visiting it)

And then back in Camelot there's the flip side of the coin where you have storyline's surrounding Arthur:

a) obviously the internal struggle of what Uther taught him and what he's seen with regards to magic thus leading to perhaps a growth of his own self-formed and self-educated opinions that lead to him standing up for himself more (as he did to Uther's ghost in 5x03 in a way)

b) realisation of what Merlin did and was capable of - have him struggle and grow proving himself properly on quests of his own

c) development of his relationships - so many of his friendships where Gwen and Merlin made a friend first so let's see Arthur spending time with Knights (like Leon) more and also more development of his friendship/relationship with Gwen

Also also, in Camelot just develop so many other characters because some got kinda less looked into, particularly on later seasons:

a) Morgana - give more screen time to her struggles and have her turn to violence against Uther be more sympathetic to the viewer because she wasn't just randomly evil - it was a valid reaction and framing her story more sympathetically drives home the Uther is the true villain point which should have been a thing

b) Gwen - she was so cool and capable and then she got the throne and that all kind of got chucked away so like first of all, I want her being badass and proving her fighting worth because she can. Also Gwen can be sympathetic to Merlin and Magic - this is doubly interesting because on the one hand this could lead to Morgana confiding in her and having a truly good person in her corner (because Morgause, whilst not necessarily wrong in her actions and motivations, was mayhaps a tad manipulative) whilst on the other hand she could pushing Arthur to do the right thing. Also on the subject of Arthur, if Gwen and he are developing their romantic relationship - perhaps have a better focus on the reality of if she becomes Queen, make them face the differences they have in lives and the changes she'll be expected to go through to become nobility. Have her learn cool Queenly things like diplomacy or smthn idk I'm probably in a minority here who's like whoo fictional diplomacy.

c) Elyan - this is perhaps more random but I just think it'd be neat if he came back to Camelot earlier because then there's the sibling relationship with Gwen and, assuming the canon Knight crew still happens, friendship with Arthur.

d) Uther - develop 👏 that 👏 evil 👏 bastard 👏. I want full showing of the scale of his atrocities, I want accountability for his actions, I want insight into what magic really used to be like in Camelot (so like low-key ig I'm advocating for flashbacks but not ones that make him sympathetic - he's a dick and that should be made clear), and so on. And also, further develop what he's like as a father - neglectful, cruel, kind, caring? Show me the contrast of his treatment of Arthur to everyone else.

d) Nobles - I want this in that way that like Mithian should have got more development and in the way that having a true understanding of the noble view of magic would be useful - do they actually hate it or are they just following Uther because they value their position over innocent lives lost? Either way it's a dick move on their parts but it makes clear the position should Arthur change the laws as king.

e) Everyone Else In Camelot - so ig this is mainly peasants but there's like varying levels of peasant if I remember my GCSE History correctly. Anyway, similar to nobility, I wanna know the real thoughts on magic? I wanna see how ingrained the hate and fear is. I wanna see the peasants who are cool with it/who use it. Basically show both the main characters and the viewer what this kingdom Arthur is set to inherit is really like.

[warmbeebosoftbeebo]

Truth or Dare? 1/3 probably

much of the details about him in this fic is from things b has said in interviews, on periscope, twitch, twitter... see if you can guess what is true vs details/things i made up. other things, like most of his friends being girls (at least as a kid and teen) i don't think he's ever stated outright but i consider so damn obvious as you learn about him eg the bullying, his best friend in 8th grade was a girl. hopefully, all the things i remember him saying he's actually said and i didn't dream it/imagine it haha. also i love this fic so fucking much if i may say so. one of my faves, to be a braggart. in this universe, he never got introduced to spence or ryan, hence no mentions of them or panic! and him going off to arizona for cosmetology

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You're watching Aladdin with Brendon, after Alice in Wonderland but before Bambi because you don't want to wind up crying yet. He's totally like Flower and Bambi. Loves flowers, flirty and doe-eyed, for starters. He's an Aladdin too, and is singing along with you as you're cuddled up on your bed with him, him absentmindedly playing with, brushing your hair. He stopped styling it a while ago, but you love having your hair played with, scalp massaged, neck too, as much as he does... Even that has arousal spreading, tickling over you.

You don't have class tomorrow, but he has a cosmetology one in the morning. He's still excited about not having someone telling him to get to bed though, and you're too relaxed, and uh... you like how you feel around him too much, how simple things, touches kind of turn you on, to suggest he get to sleep or leave your room. Besides, your roommate went home for the weekend. And these blankets and pajamas are comfy. You wind up getting into A Whole New World though: dramatic actions and singing, batting lashes at each other, giggling, pretending the bed is a magic carpet like the dorks you two are...

You offer your lap for his head to get pets in once the song ends... You love touching his hair. Watching his lashes, eyes, lips in the television light. Hearing his breathing deepening, his sighs, a couple mmms when you stroke the nape of his neck, tug his hair, scritch his scalp. You've only known him a couple months, but... whoo boy. Too bad he's gayer than the day is long. And kind of has a boyfriend from his program, George. Well, a friend with benefits.

“Truth or dare, B?” you ask when the movie ends, but neither of you move.

“'M sleepy from all those pets, y/n, so for once, I'm going with truth.”

“Were you like this as a kid? Was it musicals and wanting to do cosmetology and stuff back then too? Like not being... being... different. From how boys were supposed to be.”

He chuckles. “Pretty much. Did skateboarding for years, and some soccer, but that was pretty much the extent of the manly shit. Well, the heavy metal too. And lots of people did pot. But mostly the kind of things people thought boys shouldn't do. Most of my friends were girls. Still are. Liked making people laugh, entertaining them. Gymnastics, dance; just messing around not pro. Did sets for the drama kids in high school. I fit in with some guys, mostly chill stoner or art types, guys who weren't straight, but not many. Sometimes I had to fake it to get by with guys, if it even worked. But mostly stuff like the dress up box.”

“What'd you dress up as?”

“Different musical roles, like Maria and Cosette, Jean Valjean. I remember being about five and wrapping curtains around myself like a dress and singing Sound of Music. Cheerleader with the miniskirt and all from my older sister Kara. Uh... pirate, cowboy, or cowgirl. Elvis, Carly Simon, Gwen. Wanted to sound like her so bad. Beyonce. David Bowie in Labyrinth, without a proper wig though. And a few of the personas he had different eras too. Jareth was mixed up in a crush on him. Like I wasn't sure how much I wanted to play that role versus liked David... At twelve, with Jessica Alba, that was a lot clearer. Make up too, some wigs. Lots of my mom's clothes. I'm sure you can tell on that last one.” He still wears women's jeans now. And hoodies, shirts, a couple pairs of sneakers...

“Oh, a weird flower boy version of Rambo,” he laughs. “Like the headband, but my mom's blouse and jeans, a bouquet of flowers, heels, dad's sunglasses... Still have a picture of that one. And we have lots of home movies of stuff. Me being a lounge singer with a feather boa and gold dress... seducing my mom. Oh, shit, can't believe I just admitted that aloud. Anyway, there was firefighter, seamstress, servant, scuba diver, vet... Vampire, fairy, witch. Playing a mom or sister in plays, like sometimes one of my sisters would be the dad, I'd be the mom, or we'd be three sisters. Or they'd be the mom and dad and I'd be their baby. I remember one where I was pregnant—pillow and doll baby, haha—and Kyla was the pirate doctor helping me deliver on the ship. Or the damsel in distress being rescued by them. Or kidnapped by them. Or we had to save our mom, the queen, from a dragon or evil king.”

They were imaginative too! You're picturing them, little Brendon in these outfits, roles. So cute, and silly, and did you say cute? He must've been adorable, playful and an entertainer back then, too. He's done an open mic a few times and sings and plays at parties with friends. You've seen him do it last Saturday, nervous but eager to sing and play guitar, or keyboard. He said that music was his favourite hobby, that he loves doing it, especially for people, but you had no idea how deep it went.

“Me in my sister's gymnastic leotard, but over my shorts because she didn't want it so close to my crotch.”

The crotch part makes you think of it: if he wears... uh, panties too? The thought makes you flush and feel embarrassed. You haven't seen him in a dress or skirt either, but he used to wear those. You wonder if he still does and you just haven't seen it. You think they'd suit him for some reason. The lavender hoodie, the pink sneakers, plus a miniskirt? Denim, or black. God, you bet that he'd look even better, draw you to him more.

“Wish we had dress up stuff to play with here, B. Bet it was fun. And I bet you looked so cute.”

He gets up, but it's to turn on the lamp; the tv had gone dark. He bats his lashes. “Oh, I did.”

You both laugh as you throw a pillow at him. “Goofball. Don't ever let me tell you you still look cute, then. And that I actually would want to see you with a dress up box.”

“Truth or dare?” he asks. You'd forgotten how this started.

“Truth?” Neither is a safe bet, so you just go with what he went with to even it out.

“Would you want to see me dressed up? Like... in things here... of yours?”

Your breath catches. Are you that obvious? You nod, asking “Truth or dare?”

He grins. “Whattaya think, y/n? Dare.”

“M-maybe... uh... a skirt? On you, I mean?”

“That can be arranged.” He practically bounces over to your closet, sorts through, deciding on a long soft blue and lilac hippieish flowery one that goes to your ankles, a purple plaid one that comes to your knees but would be two to three inches shorter on him, and your denim one that's so short it would be a mini on him. You wear it with black tights or other pants it's so short. Really, he picked most of them; you only have two others. He holds them out one by one, then places them over his hips: “Which one would fit me best?”

You get flustered, because you want to see the denim one most, but worry it would be too short for him. The plaid one? It gives “naughty schoolgirl” vibes to boys and men, older pervs included, so you don't wear it much, even though it reminds you of a newly formed coven of witches stuck at a Catholic school for some reason (you blame The Craft). You wonder what'd look like on him. You bet he's worn skirt school uniforms before, and that he'd get cheesy with it, calling you Miss and asking hammily but flirtatiously about extra credit, asking you to teach him, maybe bending over... which not going to lie, you do want if it got sexily funny, but you know it couldn't mean anything.

He grins. "Warning ya, my legs are really hairy, so you might wanna go with the longest one. What can I say, I've got Jewish legs."

You snort. "Guess I've got Jewish legs too: my hair is a light brown, but there's lots of it below my knees. I stopped shaving now that it's November." You can't help wondering if he's dressed up for Hallowe'en in a girl's costume, or in drag, and what he'd look like; even some guys who are kind of sexist and homophobic do that for Hallowe'en, so it wouldn't be out of the ordinary even outside of the gay bar you and he were let into a few times, because George knew the bouncer. Both of your first one, bar or gay bar.

"Oh, I bet I've got more than you," he jokes, and slides his pant leg up a bit, doing a "banananana" strip tease music thing, shaking his leg, making you both giggle.

"Go with the shortest one, B. Bet you'd look super sexy," you reply, hammily winking.

"No peeking!" he admonishes teasingly, hiding behind your closet door, but he pops his booty out and sways it before hiding again. His jeans quickly get flung towards you to him laughing, "Hey, you ever see that British film The Full Monty?"

"It's kinda tight on my ass, but loose on my hips. What can I say? I bring the booty. But your hips are more womanly than mine, alas," he sighs dramatically. “And your thighs are damn. Um. At least it covers my underwear. Pretty much.” He peeks out, excited. "Ready? I just wanna make sure you're prepared for my hairy ass legs, oh and my stunningly gorgeous ass."

"Pshaw, I know that that booty brings all the boys to your yard, you tramp." He's really a tease at that bar. Both guys his age and kind of older, but only one creep. He always drinks for free, gets you drinks too, and you alternately keep close and watch from afar and let him do his thing with said boys. He only talks with most, often dances, but if he likes the guy, the dancing goes beyond pg territory, kissing too, and he even went home with one of them.

[dontkillhimyouclown]

Bridgette or Courtney

Uhhhh you said “or” but I’m gonna go rogue and do both lol

Bridgette

favorite thing about them

She’s just such a genuine, cool, sweet person, but I still don’t find her boring despite being a realistic person. She’s just vibing and I love her for it

least favorite thing about them

This is more about her writing I guess, but it’s super frustrating to me how she stopped being her own person once she got with Geoff and basically became nothing more than “Geoff’s girlfriend.” And I really like the ship itself, I think they make a good couple! I just don’t like what it did to Bridge :(

favorite line

I can’t think of one specific line sadly, but I love her through all of Revenge of the Telethon

brOTP

Her and Courtney!! (Kind of ironic given the ask, but I SWEAR that’s not the reason I’m saying it lol) I like them romantically too, it’s just not my very favorite ship for either of them. And it’s one of the many friendships that got forgotten, which is really a huge shame :(

OTP

Bridgeoff babey!! Or Gigette, if that’s what u wanna call it. Geoff was kind of an ass for a while, and as much as I wish the show addressed their relationship issues a little more thoroughly, I still think they’re a good couple in the end. Deep down they’re both just chill and super nice and I feel like they deserve each other :)

nOTP

I don’t really think I have one tbh? I only really have heard of a few Bridgette ships, but I like all of the ones I can think of

random headcanon

Bridgette smokes weed fbhdjcnkmds but that’s hardly even a headcanon like, we been knew

unpopular opinion

I actually love her character design, and I think she has one of the best designs out of any of the season 1 characters. This one isn’t SUPER unpopular, but it’s the only thing I can think of.

song i associate with them

I tried to think of one, but sadly I couldn’t :(

favorite picture of them

One of my favorites, at least...they’re fwends 🥺

Courtney:

favorite thing about them

I like how shady she is fdsjbhgnm

least favorite thing about them

I really dislike how toxic she was with Duncan, like I was just really disappointed that that was a plot point :/ I’m mad about everything Duncney-related past season 1. And it’s not like I’m mad that they had relationship issues, or that it wasn’t just Duncan who was bad? Like I just feel like her wanting to change Duncan seemed weird considering her attraction to him sorta had to do with him being a rebel who does what he wants? Though my thoughts on that drama are admittedly limited, since I’ve never finished all of Action, and that’s seemingly where it all started.

favorite line

I couldn’t really think of a specific line for her either (probably cause my dumb brain only processes World Tour and just vaguely remembers the other seasons)

brOTP

As previously mentioned: Her and Bridgette!!

OTP

Gwourtney all the way...I do have some other ships for both her AND Gwen, but Gwourtney owns my heart. There was just so much room for it to happen in canon...and like, I knew it wouldn’t, but I just wish it had 🥺

nOTP

I guess Tren/tney? Idk if it counts as a nOTP, since I’m not actually vehemently against it or anything. Just out of all the main Courtney ships, that’s one I don’t see. It’s as close to a nOTP as I have lol.

random headcanon

Is Courtney being a musical theatre kid even a headcanon, or is that just canon? I feel like she definitely has a billion showtunes downloaded.

unpopular opinion

Oh God here it comes.......I don’t think Scourtney was terrible in theory. I may just be a dirty Scott apologist, but Scott seems to be Courtney’s type in terms of what’s canon (I mean...even Gwen KINDA fits the bad boy/bad girl type, I suppose). Plus, Scott may be a scumbag in a lot of ways, but when it comes to relationships, he really tries. Idk, I feel like they had potential to be kind of cute and like a fresh start for Courtney, someone who’s actually not tied to all her past drama. I’m not like, a huge Scourtney shipper tho tbh...I just though it had potential in canon, and I DEFINITELY don’t think it’s a bad pairing.

song i associate with them

Queen by Loren Gray suits her

favorite picture of them

She do be looking kinda baby doe...

[angelinacas]

So back in the beginning of December I was invited to go see a LIVE taping of The Voice. It was pretty exciting!! I have been to a live taping of a television show before. I have been on set of a movie before. But this was definitely a different experience, because it was the live taping of the performances. It was very different. So here goes…

  The email we received with the instructions said that we will NOT be allowed to bring in our cell phones. So we had to leave all of our phones in the car. So the only selfies we took that day were these ones in the car.

And then we took this one when we got to the parking structure.

The call time for check in was 330pm, but we had read online about other people’s experiences and they all said that it would be a good idea to get there around 130pm to start lining up.

We parked in the parking structure and followed the signs to The Voice line. Make sure you don’t pass the elevators otherwise you’ll wandering through CityWalk looking for more signs haha. So we go down the elevator and down into the lower level of the parking structure and get in line. There looked to be about maybe 50-60 people in line already. We thought we were going to be standing for hours and hours, but nope. We were in line for about 20 minutes. A guy came out and gave instructions that phones were not allowed in there so people had a few more minutes to take their phones back to their cars and come back in line. Surprised me how many people DID NOT read the rules on the tickets or in the email.

So a heads up, when you are printing your ticket and parking pass at home, make sure you print the 2 other pages as well and sign them. That way you wont be bombarded at the table with papers and pens and try to crawl over the crowd to get a form or a pen. Be prepared. We already had ours, so we bypassed the chaos bunch and went straight to the next line.

A security person then started down the line checking names, ID’s and taking signed forms. Once checked in they let walk to the metal detectors and a colored bracelet was put on you. We were given silver on this trip. (another trip given purple) They will tell you that the colors dont mean anything… they just mean you will be on a certain trolley. That is a lie. lol.. You will be placed in different groups for seating. The first time we had silver and we learned that was for the people in the pit. The purple wristbands on another trip were for the stadium seats behind the judges… so…

Anywho… we got wristbands and walked through a hallway and then came out to a patio area. There were chairs lined up under a canopy. There were also two food trucks there. You can buy food or something to drink. At the front of the chairs, there were water stations for free water. And on the other side of the chairs there were port-o-pottys. Fun.

I would suggest EAT BEFORE YOU GET THERE. And don’t drink too much if you have a light bladder. lol.

An usher sat us in the chairs… filling up the whole area. That took about an hour to get everyone checked in and sat down. We met and chatted with seat neighbors. The wait wasnt bad because we were sitting down. Which was nice considering we were going to be standing for the next 4 hours…IN HEELS!!

Here’s another tip: wear COMFORTABLE shoes!! It says in the ticket information to dress to impress. But it really DOES NOT matter. It’s so dark in there and the cameras will NOT see your shoes. So if you wanna dress fancy and hip, go for it. But i would totally wear some comfy vans or uggs. Something cushiony.

So… after about an hour, each wristband color was called and we got on the trolleys. we were taken on a trolley down to the studio. It was a fun ride. Then we got in line outside The Voice studio. The famous wall with the hand holding the microphone. We were there.

We waited more in a group than a line outside. Each color was placed in a little group there. We watched as the performers families arrived and got in line. We saw a couple celebrities arrive and even they stood in line. We waited maybe another 15-20 minutes as everyone was arriving. Families and celebrities were escorted in first. Then our silver bracelets were led in. We were the lucky ones to be put in “The Pit”. The Pit is the standing crowd you see on each side of the stage. If you want to be on camera, (its dark… but on camera) go further into the pit and along the stage. Near the speakers. You will be slightly on camera lol. It is really so dark in there when the cameras come on.

BUT… on one shot, my hand was on camera. YAY. hahaha right there, front and center. My hand is the one that looks like I’m touching this girl. lol.. That was pretty much the brightest it was in there. When the camera was at that angle.

We received A LOT of rules and direction from security and the crowd hype guy!! We can NOT boo under any circumstance. We don’t do the sway thing… eventhough, i think 2 songs they told us to sway lol.. We were told to clap and cheer and be loud and enthusiastic. The hype guy said “The crowd the week prior was real quiet and weak. So we need to be loud and energetic tonight.” But I quickly learned he says that every taping. haha

A couple of the security guys were kind rude. Not a smile or anything out of them. Seemed like they are just tired of their job so they could care less what job they are at. lol.. They’re just there. But there were a couple of guys who did actually smile and were personable. That was nice. Considering we were all just super excited to BE THERE. It was cool to feel welcomed by the few that made us feel it.

Carson wasn’t so talkative. He kind of just went in and out. Kelly definitely is EXACTLY as she is on camera. Very talkative and funny. Genuine. I absolutely love her!! Gwen seemed sweet. She said hi a couple times. John didn’t look away from his phone at all that night. But on another night he waved at us. And Blake was watching Monday Night football during one show and was joking and flirting with Gwen another night. Kinda funny.

The show was a live taping. The live semi-final performances. So we got to see all the performances of the last 8 finalists. Then we saw a secret performance that were being recorded for the finale! YES. You heard that right… recorded performances for the finale. Really cool that we were there for that!! We got to see Lady Antebellum perform live!! So awesome. They literally went on stage, Carson introduced them, they sang, we clapped, they were done and they walked off stage. And that was it. lol. That is pretty much how the entire show of performances went on throughout the night.

Introduction, sing, clap, walk off. lol. Nothing else in between. No time to talk to anyone. Just that. It was a rush because it was live. During each commercial break all the judges personal stylists, makeup artists, personal assistants and photographers came to judges chairs. Gwen took so many selfies. Total selfie queen. lol.

Overall, it was a fun day. The taping ended at about 7pm and we were on the freeway home by 730pm. It was an awesome experience. So much fun!!

To recap, my tips:

Eat before you get there.

Get there about 2 hours before call time to get in line.

Make sure you print and sign ALL the forms. (Tickets, parking pass, NDA and Photo Release)

Leave your phone in the car.

Wear COMFORTABLE shoes!!!!

Don’t be shy!!

Have fun!!

If you have any questions, leave them in the comments or email me. If you ever get a chance to go, share your story! I would love to hear your experience!

Blessings in 2020

    This is The Voice So back in the beginning of December I was invited to go see a LIVE taping of The Voice.

[triscribe]

THERE IS NOW A PART 2

Because my brain refuses to let go of this crossover idea just yet. Enjoy!

-Spiders-

The next time Miles visits, his watch is repaired, and Peter is back in Queens. They swing around together for a while (which is awesome), stop a gang fight (which is even better), and then (best of all), hang out on a rooftop eating take-out pizza. That’s also when Peter finally gets to talk about his own universe in depth, several details of which apparently keep throwing Miles for a loop.

(“Wait, hold on, are you seriously telling me your Iron Man isn’t James Rhodes?”)

It’s a fun night.

To make it even better, before Miles has to go, he and Peter pose together for a selfie taken on the latter’s phone. Said photo is then passed along to Ned, who - after suitably spazzing out - uploads it to the ‘official’ Spider-man twitter account. The caption attached reads: Turns out the multiverse is a Thing, and Other Spidey has much better fashion sense than me!

“You sure you aren’t gonna get in trouble for this?” Miles asks, pressing the right sequence of buttons on his watch to get home.

“Are you kidding? It’s not like anyone pays attention to our stuff - everybody thinks it’s just another cosplay account.”

Well... Peter turned out to be wrong about that, but it didn’t come up until the next day.

-Spiders-

“So it turns out the ‘multiverse is a thing’, huh?”

Wincing, Peter can’t do more than offer his mentor a sheepish grin. “Uhh... I can explain?”

Tony gives him a thoroughly unimpressed look. “Yeah, I think you’d better.”

-Spiders-

Miles visits twice more by himself before Gwen shows up again too. She seems, if not completely at ease, then at least better than when she’d first met Peter. He picks up on how Miles keeps shooting her worried glances, and tries to avoid talking about himself too much.

Which, is pretty easy, because once she starts sharing details he really wants to hear more about Gwen’s universe.

(“Let me get this straight-” he says. “Potts Industries is owned by Pepper, who is Iron Woman, and run by Rhodey, her CEO, and it’s Tony Stark who’s War Machine? What. The Heck.”

“You think that’s cool, I can’t wait to tell you about Jennifer Walters and Peggy Carter.”)

They briefly swing by Peter’s apartment to grab hoodies and sweatpants, in order to enter a grocery store to get a tub of Neapolitan ice cream and a package of plastic spoons. Then it’s back to the rooftops, hurrying to find a good spot to settle and eat before their frozen dessert melts.

“So dude,” Miles says at one point, leaning past Gwen to get another spoonful of chocolate and strawberry. “You have an MJ yet?”

Peter just about chokes. “Do I- gah- what?”

Gwen arches an eyebrow at the other boy. “Did you tell him he was married in other universes?”

“Yeah.”

“Just not to who.”

“Well, I wanted to find out if she was around here yet or not.”

By that point, Peter’s recovered enough to wave his hands in a hold the heck up gesture. “Whoa, wait, does that- are you saying what I think you’re saying?!”

“~MJ and Peter, sittin’ in a tree, K-I-” Whack. “Ow! Gwen!”

“That’s enough outta you, ya dork.”

Apparently, not only were most adult versions of Peter married to MJ, but in some of the universes Gwen had been to, they even had kids.

“May and Ben, of course,” she tells him when Peter starts to ask about their names. “And I’m not saying any more than that, because the details about them really vary from one place to another.”

“That’s... still. Thanks.”

“No prob. So, you wanna come visit one of us next time?”

“Can I?!”

(He can, and he does.)

-Spiders-

After about a month of back and forth visits, Peter is of a mind to think he’s learned all there is to know about his new, alternate-universe friends. Then he meets Officer Jefferson Davis by accident when hanging out with Miles (and boy, listening to his friend put on the ‘deeper so it has to be older, obviously’ voice is flat out hilarious), which leads to talking more about his deceased uncle Aaron.

And of course, that particular name drop is way too big of a coincidence, so Peter does some snooping back home.

The next time his friends drop in, summoned by an semi-emergency beep from the blue button on Peter’s fob, he all but tackles them with his news. “There is a six year old version of Miles in this universe.”

They both stare at him. Then Gwen rips off her mask, revealing the most evil grin Peter has ever seen on anyone. And she aims it right at Miles. “Dude.”

He immediately brings up a hand, index finger pointed directly at her nose. “No.”

“Dude-!”

“Absolutely not-”

“-Miles, we have to-”

“-have to my butt! We so are not-”

(Spoiler alert. They so are.)

“He’s adorable,” Gwen cries, leaning halfway over the fire escape railing to get a better look.

“I don’t care if he’s the cutest to ever cute,” Miles grumbles, “I am not comfortable with spying on my own family.” Nevertheless, he too keeps glancing in through the window, watching younger versions of his parents have dinner with itty-bitty six year old Miles, all three of them chatting and laughing together.

Peter, in the meantime, is pretty proud of himself. “Aw, c’mon, dude, there’s no harm in one peek. And hey! Just think, in another eight to ten years, there could be a second Spider-man in this universe too!” Both the others shoot him wide-eyed looks, and Peter mentally rewinds his words before paling. “That. Um. I could’ve said that better.”

“Yeah, ya could’ve,” Gwen tries to chuckle. “How about, let’s just say, a decade from now you could be mentoring a second Spider-kid. Better?”

“Much, much better.”

-Spiders-

Inevitably, Miles and Gwen have to meet Ned and MJ. And of course, it goes nothing like what Peter anticipated.

To start, the first thirty seconds are just the pair of multiverse travelers starting at Peter’s sort-of girlfriend. “Uhhh, guys?”

Gwen is the first to blink, and she immediately slants her gaze to their fellow Spider. “Um, are you sure this is Mary Jane Watson?”

Then it’s Peter and Ned’s turns to stare, whereas the third member of their trio just raises her eyebrow. “My name’s Michelle Jones.”

Miles frowns. “But, you’re still MJ?”

“I’m still MJ. Around here, I’m the only MJ.”

“...huh.”

Apparently, something Peter had not picked up on during his visits to Miles and Gwen’s respective universes, was the difference in name and appearance between his MJ and those of other Earths.

“I’ve thought about dying my hair red,” she remarks, once the others finish explaining. “But pure caucasian? Overrated.”

Gwen cracks a smile at that. Miles isn’t far behind her, and soon enough the five teens are relaxed and chatting happily.

(“Peter, we have got to get you a Spider-cave. As your Guy in the Chair, I insist.”

“Well, kinda need a backyard, first...”)

“We’re gonna do this again sometime, right.” MJ phrases her question as a statement when Gwen and Miles are getting ready to go, something which causes absolutely none of them to bat an eye.

“Of course we are,” the other girl answers, turning on her watch, before pausing. “Hey, Michelle? You play guitar by any chance?”

Both Peter and Ned’s eyebrows shoot up when their friend shrugs. “I’ve fooled around a bit on my mom’s old one, but not too seriously. Why?”

“Well, if you ever find and have a chance to befriend this world’s Gwen Stacy, you might ask if she plays the drums or not...”

“What happened to ‘every universe is different’, Gwanda?” Miles asks. Gwen then puts a hand to his face and shoves the boy through their portal. “Ack!”

“See ya later, guys.”

The trio call their own goodbyes, and when the portal fades, Peter casts a nervous glance at his friends. “So? What’d you think of them?”

“I meant what I said, Parker,” MJ replies. “We’re doing this again sometime.”

-Spiders-

Meeting his own other, older self is... odd.

“Geez, I do not remember ever being this short,” Mister Parker mutters, looking Peter up and down. “Or well-geared - seriously, is this circuitry-?”

“Um, yeah. My first suit was, well, definitely homemade, and not all that good - but then I met Mister Stark and he made this one for me-”

“Stark? As in Tony Stark?” The man looks surprised. “Is he still alive in your universe?”

And just like that, a wave of cold fear washes over Peter so fast he’s left dizzy and practically shaking. “W-what do you mean?”

“That man drank himself to death years ago; no ‘Iron Man’ where I’m from, unfortunately. Stark Industries didn’t stop making weapons until afterward, when his daughter took over with her clean energy initiatives.” Mister Parker seems to finally notice how pale Peter’s gone. “Hey, kid, do you need to sit down? You don’t look so good...”

He does, in fact, sort of just collapse right there on the rooftop, and his older counterpart winds up needing to call Miles over to take Peter home. Cutting their first meeting short is a shame, because Peter had come with a bunch of questions pre-prepared, but hearing about Tony just kinda... empties all the wind from his sails.

Back in his own universe, he shakily sends Miles away, promising to call for a ride rather than attempt to swing home. And there is something to be said for how clearly out of sorts he sounds right now, because one phone call is all it takes to summon Tony to come get him. A few minutes of waiting later, Iron Man zooms into sight and touches down.

His mentor steps out of the suit, and Peter immediately jumps up to grab him in a hug.

Thankfully, Tony realizes this isn’t the time for questions, and just holds him back for a while, until the trembling stops. “C’mon, kid, let’s get you home.”

-Fin!-

(There is also a Part 3 in the works, which will introduce more Spider fam members from various sources because I feel like it.)

[acearchivist359]

Merlin 1x01 “The Dragon’s Call” Review

So I made two posts like this while rewatching Merlin last time, of my thoughts on the finale, that I never posted. I decided since this is my third full watch through of Merlin this might be something fun I can do. It’ll basically just be me rambling on and reviewing the plot, my favourite scenes/episodes, Merthur moments and just making comments. They’ll probably all end up being kinda long posts. So without further ado, and just to be safe, spoiler alert: 

“A boy that will in time father a legend” you don’t say (●__●) (also I love how this ties into what Kilgharrah says to Merlin in the last episode)

I remember the first time I watched this how epic I thought the “His name.. Merlin” thing was. Still epic.

ahh the intro, it’s like coming home

Uther: Off with his head!

“There is only one evil in this land and it is not magic, it is you” mood

Awww tiny Merlin is so cute

Hooray Gaius!

Hooray first magic use on the show!

Gaius really gets his shit together when Merlin arrives cause I’m pretty sure he’s a little senile in his first scene

I really wish Hunith had been in the series more

Awww not evil Morgana! I love Morgana sassing Uther all the time

“You know the more brutal you are, the more enemies you’ll create” again mood

And here we go part one of the “everyone breaks into Camelot” saga

OMG YAY ARTHUR except god he’s an asshole, Merlin really straightens him out

Aww the Merthur meet-not-so-cute

“Who do you think you are, the king” “No I’m his son, Arthur” you can literally see Merlin thinking well shit

Uther why do you meet your singer in a dark unlit room, that’s creepy

Also Kilgharrah if you were a little less cryptic whisper voice while Merlin sleeps he’d probably come down way sooner

YAYY ITS GWEN I really like her in the early seasons

Also my Netflix subtitles spelled Guinevere as “Gwenhwyfer” for some reason  and I just about died XD

Gwen and Merlin’s friendship was so cute in the early seasons I really wish they had more scenes together later on

“You don’t look like one of those big muscly kind of fellows.” Oh just wait till season five Gwen

*about Kilgharrah* “Where no one can free it” okay yeah sure give Merlin a bit

Ah yes part one of the “Merlin almost getting caught snooping” saga

And cue the gayest scene on television

“Look I told you you were an ass I just didn’t realize you were a royal one” literally the best burn ever

“I could take you apart with one blow” “I could take you apart with less than that” out of context people in town probably thought something completely different was going on

“I warn you I’ve been trained to kill since birth.” “Wow, and how long have you been training to be a prat?” “You can’t address me like that.” really cause you seem to be enjoying it Arthur “Sorry. How long have you been training to be a prat, my lord” no that’s the best burn ever go Merlin

Arthur also actually remembered Merlin’s name from him introducing himself the day before

And let the cheating begin

Arthur’s little sweeping thing was so adorably cocky, I totally forgot about it! I love him 

“There’s something about you Merlin. I can’t quite put my finger on it.”

“If I can’t use magic I might as well die.” Aww Merlin

“I’m not a monster am I?” Awww Merlin “Don’t ever think that.” I love Merlin and Gaius father-son dynamic

Uther is definitely flirting with this witch/singer lady and I hate it

More cryptic whispers

Cue the “it’s very easy to get into the Camelot dungeons/basement” saga

You’d think a castle, especially under Uther’s reign, would guard the dragon better but hey ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Why is Kilgharrah so cryptic all the time? Like dude if you’d just tell Merlin the important stuff straight, things would get done so much faster!

“If anyone wants to go and kill him they can go ahead. In fact, I’ll give them a hand” oh Merlin you have no idea how you’ll grow to care for him

“There must be another Arthur cause this ones an idiot” yep “Perhaps it is your destiny to change that” perhaps not cause they’re both idiots but Arthur does become a much better person at least

Is it just me or were they almost hinting at an Arthur/Morgana romance at first?? Gross

More classic witchy stuff

The music in the background is really cool

So are Arthur and Morgana supposed to be betrothed?? Cause Gwen made a comment about Morgana being queen and “who would want to marry Arthur?” Merlin Which is gross to consider cause doesn’t Uther know they’re both his children..?

The putting everyone to sleep by singing scene is pretty cool too

That being said why does this spell cover everyone in spider webs?

Cue the “Merlin saves Arthur’s life like once an episode” saga

“You shall be prince Arthur’s manservant.” “Father!” Arthur’s so cute

God Merlin is pretty

Gaius: here let me give you an illegal magic book cause your mother asked me to make sure you don’t get caught using magic ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“Your destiny is calling, you’d better find out what he wants” I feel like Gaius probably referred to Arthur like that constantly just to tease Merlin

And that's the first episode. Like I said I doubt people will actually read these, they’re more just a fun project for me to do. I’ll probably do most, I’m attempting to do all, of the series. I mostly just make notes while I’m watching to get down my thoughts and then edit later on on my computer or iPad. I'm gonna tag all of these "#hntrswrlk-reviews" so I can find the easily on my blog since I use tumblr all the time and reblog stuff all the time. I aim to do one a week but I’m a major procrastinator and forgetful AF so who knows XD. Anyway for anyone who did read, thanks (•ᴗ•)♡

(there will probably be a lot of these emoticons since I don't wanna use emojis since they don't come up properly on computers and I have a lot of emotions that textposts just don’t express well enough!)

[merlinthoughts]

Season 1 Episode 4 - The Poisoned Chalice

- god fucking dammit here we go again, i'm bloody done with my life and do not, at all, want to see merlin die bc i don't remember anything except that, yeah, he dies and someone has to get off their ass and save the motherfucking day and kiss him

- i realise how much i swear in these posts bc 1. when do i not? 2. i'm emotionally invested 3. i have no other excuse i just like swearing

- AAAND NIMUEHS IN CAMELOT SHE THINKS SHE'S SO SLY WITH HER HEAD THING

- id recognise her in a split second tbfh, she aint subtle

- *heterosexual tension*

- merlins skin be looking so smooth this episode, this boy be wearing lots of Dove

- he looked so excited to be in the banquet, then arthur just fucking slashes him with “not quite” and his hopes and dreams are destroyed

- “wanna see what you’ll be wearing tonight?” arthur says as he's behind the fucking changing curtains, about to get undressed and show merlin his birthday suit

- i honest to god thought that was where he was going, but no, he was just getting something from behind it

- “tonight you’ll be wearing the official ceremonial robes of the servants of camelot” IT'S A FUCKING DRESS ISN'T IT

- aw damn id have preferred a dress

- that smile shared between them was the most adorable scene

- god

- i

- fucking

- love

- their

- smiles 

- sm

- best thing ive ever seen

- i mean… hunty look at that piece of glistening butter beauty

- wow ok back to the episode:

- bros being bros and giving each other a handshake to destroy the mortal enemy pack and put together a family, we stan.

- as if a servant who has only had eye sex with another servant ONCE would trust them enough to say that one of the chalices were poisoned. like??? “ur the only one i could tell” LMAO NO?

- she's a sly fucking dog tfbh

- “if he kills arthur, uthers soul will be broken and camelot will fall” at this rate uther prob wouldn't care if his son dies or not, look at him, he's already mentally broken. he has anxiety and paranoia over magic. child services where u at in the medieval ages?

- i wouldn't believe a word she said, or well, id have believed it was poisoned but id say yeah no damn way you aren't in on it if you know which one it is. bayard wouldn't tell a fucking servant.

- HE'S GONNA SNAP ISN'T HE

- MERLIN FUCKING SNAPPED

- yknow what we say here folks? U DO U MERLIN

- okay i was fine if uther made bayard drink it but like the moment uther said “mmmh… no.” and slowly turned to merlin i think my arteries just crunched together and died so

- “if it is poisoned, he’ll die” HE'S FUCKING SCARED MERLIN WILL PASS AWAY ISN'T HE?

- “it's fine” he says, then starts to fucking choke

- ah fuck he's down

- my boy is down

- FUCK ME SIDEWAYS WITH A CHAINSAW

- ARTHUR CROUCHES NEXT TO HIM LIKE “BB NO”

- lmfao bayard looks so shocked, his face is in disbelief and confusion, he's like who tf done me bad

- arthurs carrying merlin fireman style this is what i live for folks

- did like nobody notice the flower stuck on the inside of the cup? like honestly if you take a sip you’d kinda spot it or perhaps even the person pouring the drinks would have been “is this chamomile tea? no? then what the fuckery-doo is this leaf in here for?” yknow. it's like that scene in Matilda when the angry buff lady completely missed a fucking salamander in her cup when it was the size of her bloody hand. it brings out the same mood honestly

- does gaius have an index for these books or does he just have every page memorised and know exactly what page to go bc I FUCKING NEED THAT it would make bio so much easier if i knew what page it was on instead of looking back and forth from the homework sheet to my textbook, then closing it by accident and having to find the index again for that specific page i need

- arthur wants to fucking go on a life-or-death journey to save merlin i've never been so happy

- this is honestly my favourite episode, like it may be really fucking angsty but i love it so much

- arthur betrays his dad and leaves his room even after being told not to just so he can save a servants life is literally my new moto

- NO IT WON'T LOAD MY NETFLIX IS STUCK ON 99%

- okay so while i'm waiting for my shit to load, i just discovered the new fucking tumblr rule starting dec 17 and i'm like 0.2 inches away from just spamming NSFW pics on here just for laughs

- like hunty, that won't stop people from posting elsewhere or for thinking about sex bc like??? whatchu gonna do tumblr?? get the fbi to erase it from our minds

- i think nOT thot

- watch me get flagged for just using the fucking term “NSFW”

- i'm gonna end up asterisking everything (is asterisking a word? wow it has red under it so like probably not but i just added it to my dictionary so uhh it is now)

- by asterisking i dont mean furry kin shit ew no

- i mean like N*FW, s*x, t*mblr, m*rthur

- god it took me like 20 minutes to calibrate my fucking wifi and fix the connection problem

- wow the stage for the poison increased by 75% in 30 mins, damn

- merlins like like having a conniption on his bed lmao, chanting arthurs name and sweating lot

- do we ever find out how uther gets that scar bc i'm like 100% positive arthur was a little child and swayed his fucking sword too hard just as uther rounded the corner. the sword then collided into his fucking brain and destroyed a good part of his intelligence, targeting especially his morals on how to accept people and how to be a good father

- that’s my theory

- merlin starts talking enchantments in his sleep while gwens watching, and gaius is just there like wtf merlin ur blowing ur cover “oh! gwen!! uhhh sorry. he’s just... in a latin study group in his pastime and has an oral presentation in minutes”

- omg, nimueh, stfu

- i didn't know dinosaurs existed back then, this reptile be whack

- y’know what's funny? ppl thinking dinosaurs didn’t exist. i find creationism very very very intriguing bc how fucking stupid could you be

- that sword throw was faker than my moms tits

- arthur could have done better

- k but like what if merlin’s hand wasn’t under the covers? like he was just throwing that blue ball around right in front of gwen

- can arthur like not hear her? nimuehs literally enchanting the rocks right behind his ear lobes and arthur acts nothing of it until those said rocks collapse and he gasps and suddenly he realises shes evil

- also his fucking hair in this scene looks glorious. perhaps bc it's pushed back rather than his bowl cut, but its doing things to my abdomen

- i thought for a second she was pulling off her mask to say “nimueh” and arthur was gasping bc he only recognised her after her hair was shown, just like in that scene with joker and harvey in the hospital

- OH RIGHT THE SPIDERS I LIKE COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THOSE SONS OF A GUNS

- i’d be dead if those spiders came crawling up to eat me lmfao

- k so nimueh went from :) to >:D in half a second

- i'm smelling up those symbolisms, boys

- watch out pals cause here are some of them:

- merlin is the LIGHT of arthur’s life

- he LIGHTS up the party

- he gives arthur a BRIGHTER future

- he's the GUIDE for his path

- hahhahahaha

- i'm serious when i say i have a huge fear of insects (spiders count in that too, no discrimination) so i'm just putting that there, saying to yall id be fucking terrified

- gaius would be so confused, like we don't see his face here but merlins close-up sweaty concentrated frown, but he’s literally just screaming “ARTHUR!!” “FASTERRR!!” “YESS!!” “CLIMB!!!” gaius would be looking like he walked into something he wasn't supposed to. prob thinking he should just let the kid die so he doesn’t have to deal with this shit anymore

- UTHER LOCKED HIS SON AWAY I'M FUCKING QUESTIONING HIS PARENTING SKILLS

- that's grounding???? throwing ur child in prison???

- yes 999 can i have child services on his ass

- gwens so smart honestly i love her

- pretending to be a maiden for the food, god what a queen

- arthur buying it and saying “yuck you say this is food?! disgustang!”

- the fact that i misspelled disgusting but it autocorrected to disgustang (which is originally what i wanted but autocorrect shouldn’t have known) makes me consider if i should really check my dictionary…. who knows what words are on there

- they’re so smart

- and then this fucker ruins it all while eating his food, checking her out and saying yeah arthurs a prick, hyuck hyuck, realising only that wait fuck u aint the maiden

- how’d they know GWEN was the one not supposed to have delivered the food, what if it was that chick right there???

- welll….. maybe it's because gwen took her sweet time up those steps, staring as if she couldn’t blink at the guards below

- i forget what happens at the end of this episode besides the kiss, and there's like 9 minutes left my fingers may rot at this point

- wake him up! wake him up!

- OH WAIT HE DOESN'T FUCKING WAKE UP DOES HE AND EVERYONE PANICS

- YEAH OKAY I'M SEEING THAT NOW

- MERLIN STOPPED BREATHING

- LMAO GWEN IS IN TEARS

- “HE'S DEAD” SHE SAYS

- ARTHUR BB COME IN HERE TO KISS UR HUBBY ALIVE

- OH WAIT UR IN FUCKING PRISON

- WAIT UP, HE'S ALIVE AND SHE KISSES HIM AFTERWARDS????

- FUCK ME I THOUGHT FOR THE WHOLE EPISODE THE KISS HAPPENED BC HE COULDN'T WAKE UP THAT'S FUCKING WITH ME I DIDN'T KNOW

- i keep forgetting to switch up the cap locks, sorry if it seems im screaming im legit using my inside voice for most of the time just emphasizing my words a little more

- goddamn, everytime they say mercia i just think of “murica”, like those americans on the 7th of july or whatever date the “we love our country” day is, chanting it as they throw around beers and fireworks as people gather round in jerseys or crop tops

- it's not that hard to spot the european on here

- the most celebrated holiday here which contains a lot of beers and big pub gatherings (besides every fucking night honestly) is either new years, lowkey stereotypically correct saint patricks, and ig easter monday but that's more for the kiddos

- i mean ofc christmas and all that shit but im not the most devoted christian, i just like presents and small gatherings among good friends

- wow okay it wasn't the 7th of july

- i mean at first i looked up “USA day” (i couldn’t remember the name) and it popped up today’s date, and i was like no thats not it at all. dec?? its in like july i think. and i was close! it was july 4th.

- uther damn knows it's nimueh!!!

- i mean, he just overheard morgana and arthur talk about it, and initiated himself into a convo about it once morgana left, as his sneaky ass just slithered up like “hey man, u know that woman? yeah uhh, what she say? anything about me? no? k i know who it is tho”

- i thought he was going to apologize or like explain to arthur what's the sitch, but he just waits for five whole seconds before saying. “those who practice magic know only evil. they despise and seek to destroy goodness wherever they find it.”

- arthur, confused: sounds as if you know her

- uther, walking away: i do

- arthur:

- wow k lots of fucking quotes here cause it's the merthur reunion

- get ready babs

- arthur: still alive then?

- merlin: oh yes, just about… i understand i have you to thank for that

- arthur, leaning on the chair merlin is sitting in, stifling a smile: ah it's nothing, a half-decent servant is hard to come by. i was only dropping by to make sure you’re alright… i.... expect you to be back to work tomorrow

- merlin, watching arthur as he slightly walks away having embarrassed himself: arthur... thank you

- arthur, slowly: you too

- they stare for like 5 whole seconds

- arthur, uncomfortable: well… get some rest

- there we go folks: my eulogy.

- hope someone reads it at my funeral

[fluidityandgiggles]

Sleep Is For The Weak - Chapter 3

Previous Chapters: Prologue, Chapter 1, Last Chapter

Notes (I guess): This chapter was a nightmare to write but I’m just so happy I finished it. It also touches some subjects that will come up again in the future, for the sake of letting everyone process the events. I’ve experienced grief and it’s going to take a long time before this particular subject could be discussed again. See yourselves warned.

Again, credit to @broadwaytheanimatedseries for screaming at me to write this, and to @whatwashernameagain for Keep Him Safe, and also a tiny tiny lil bit to @anony-phangirl and @asleepybisexual for their general support and for being such great sports about me annoying them with my ideas… (oops).

(I’m trying to find a way to write my notes, so bear with me until I find a way that will stick. This will do for now.)

(KHS) Tag List (sort of): @em-be-lievable, @ultimate-queen-of-fandoms2, @adoratato, @supremestoverlord, @royallyanxious, @madly-handsome, @hanramz-the-fander, @the-incedible-sulk, @poisonedapples, @virge-of-a-breakdown, @winglessnymph, @princeanxious, @smokeyrutilequartz, @im-bad-at-life (if any of you could tag the rest, please do! I’m improving my memory from day to day, but… yeah…)

Tag list: @bunny222, @ab-artist, @secretlyanxiouspersona, @your-username-is-unavailable, @virgilcrofters

Trigger warning: period appropriate transphobia (the early 00s were not exactly trans-friendly). This chapter also includes discussion of two rather tragic (in my opinion) real-life events, and very few mentions of food.

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"Today, we're going to do things a bit differently."

Saturday, October 12th, 2002

"Raise your hand if the idea of coming out, even if you're already out, terrifies the living hell out of you."

Almost all hands flew up.

"Raise your hand if you understand the dangers of staying closeted too."

Pretty much everyone took their hands down. Only very few stayed.

"Last week," India said after a long breath, "we lost… the community lost one of our own. We… we lost someone to hate crime." She lowered her hand. Remy was almost in pain, seeing her try to talk about it. She called him last night, asking him if it's not going to be too much for him (and if so, she has another thing planned). "Gwen Araujo was seventeen when she died because she was outed as transgender in a party."

"Wasn't this released, like, two days ago?"

"Yes, and that's why I want to talk to you about this. Just… excuse me. I wrote it all down… it’s kind of a tough subject..."

It took India a minute to settle her voice, and another couple seconds to fumble with some papers. "I'll bet you all remember where you were when the World Trade Center fell in September eleventh last year." The room fell into silence. "I'll also bet none of you remember where you were on new year's eve in 1993."

Remy knew exactly where this was going.

"It could be because you were nine years old, which is the case for some of us, or you were already in bed by ten. I know my parents insisted that I'd go to bed by ten that night for a couple reasons. But on December thirty-first, 1993, we lost another member of the community. His story was turned into an Oscar-winning movie, but l can assure you none of you remember where you were when Brandon Teena was murdered for being born a girl."

The chatter was back. Remy could isolate some of the comments. Not most, just some. And it hurt. The ones he managed to isolate were not good, but one was much louder than the other.

"Can you really compare the murder of thousands to the death of just one person?"

"No I can't. But what you fail to realize here is that I'm not comparing anything here. I'm just trying to bring up a subject—"

"And you're using the tragedy of others to—"

"I lost family in September eleventh. I'm well aware of the tragedy. I'm also aware of the fact that transgender people are killed at ridiculous rates and this is something we should discuss!"

The silence after that was incredibly unbearable. India was close to tears, and Remy… as much as he wanted to go hug her, he couldn't.

It was that painful.

"Today's topic was supposed to be discrimination and hate," Remy heard someone shouting into the air - one of the juniors probably. "We do this conversation every year. Please listen to what the poor girl has to say. She's only volunteering to do this, on top of—"

"That's okay, Chris. I don't need an advocate."

It was going to be a long meeting, and Remy was not looking forward to it.

—

"I'm sorry I didn't speak today."

"You did alright. Sometimes doing nothing is a good thing."

India was incredibly frustrated when they finally got to Kirkland House. Remy insisted on going with her, to make sure that nothing else happened. She called him a gentleman for doing that.

It was sweet of her.

She ranted a bit about a guy who lived on the same floor as her (Jared Kushner or something) who was a dick to her and tried flirting with her girlfriend all the time, she told him that she applied to get a master's degree in forensics at Georgetown after graduation, and then they reached Kirkland House.

"You can get back to Harvard Yard from here, right?"

"Of course. Who do you think I am?"

India kissed his cheek and waved goodbye, and went into Kirkland House. And then Remy was alone. Well, not entirely, he still had to go back to Weld Hall and call his dad, but…

He was alone.

The yard wasn't as crowded as it was earlier and the weather was cooling down considerably, the leaves were changing… Harvard Yard was a beautiful place in the fall, Remy learned quickly enough.

He had very little time to process his thoughts when he was almost tackled to the ground by a tiny blonde kid almost running in the direction of the exit. Aka, the main road.

"How is it that when we're outside of class we keep running into each other in the weirdest ways?"

"That's less weird than how my grandparents met," Emile said, breathless.

"Not what I said, babe."

"No, really! My grandpa was coming back to Amsterdam from London just as my grandma was on her way to London straight out of Auschwitz, and—"

"Can we keep this story for another time?"

"...sure." Emile gave Remy a half-smile. "So… I kinda have to go to Party City. I need to stock up for Halloween."

"Didn't you go there two weeks ago?"

"Yes, but they didn't have this one thing I really needed, and I kinda forgot a couple other things, so they told me they'd call when they got that thing they didn't have, so I'm going to pick it up!" He was… incredibly jumpy today. It was rather endearing. "You wanna come? We can go get pizza."

"What thing are you missing, exactly?"

"A wig! I'm gonna be Kim Possible."

He was so excited… Remy started feeling bad for being this confused.

"...what?"

"Kim Possible! Don't you— you know what, it's okay if you don't know. It only came out in June anyway." The half-smile turned into a full, bright one. He was adorable. "So, you wanna come with me?"

...well, he had nothing better to do for now.

"Sure, sunshine. But I need to get my wallet and phone first."

"Yay! Anyway, so Kim Possible is this show, it's on the Disney Channel but trust me it's not that bad… "

—

Emile was growing on Remy more and more each day. And… he may have started getting interested in Kim Possible after going out for pizza with him. The never ending energy was growing on him in a way. It was impossible not to like his enthusiasm, and…

Yeah, he was starting to grow on Remy.

"So, now, lucky that I'm vegetarian, right?" Emile said as he took his third slice of pizza. "So at least I have some sort of excuse, at least according to my aunt, but we just keep having to explain to them what kosher means and—"

"Are we still talking about your sister, Emile?"

"What?"

"We were talking about your sister and then you started talking about… well…"

"Oh! Yeah, sorry!"

"Please stop apologizing. You're not doing anything wrong."

"Right. Umm… so… Doctor Gilliam suggested I might want to get evaluated at the psych clinic sometime soon," Emile mumbled, straightening his glasses. Slightly more closed off. Making Remy feel real guilty. "I don't… I don't know why, but he said I might want to."

"And you're just gonna take him up on that?"

"Yeah? No? I don't know. I'm only sixteen, honestly, I'm gonna have to talk to my parents about this."

Sixteen?!

"Yeah, I thought I told you!"

...shit. He spoke out loud. Shit.

"I'll be seventeen in December. But… never mind. Do you think I should listen to him? About the evaluation?"

"I have, like… no idea."

The way back to Cambridge was full of even more chatter about everything and nothing, and Remy couldn't put in a word. Not that it mattered anyway. Emile was interesting.

Remy gave his input whenever he could, but he would much rather listen to Emile talk. He had an adorable voice

—

"You didn't call me last week, kiddo. Found yourself a guy?"

"Dad, please…"

"Do you think you're going to take her up on that offer?"

"Dad, daddy, papa, David, any normal person when answering the phone would ask how are you doing. Not if you hooked up with a guy or if you're going to babysit your sisters who you've never met just because your bitch of a woman who birthed you asked you to."

"When have we ever done anything normal, Remy?"

"Well… true. But no, I'm not going to take her up on that offer. I don't really care, to be honest."

"They're your sisters."

"And so is India but you don't see me trying to—"

"You haven't told me much about her, kid."

"Well… she's not doing okay lately. Did you see the news? About that girl in California?"

"Edward Araujo?"

"Gwen."

"Right. Sorry. It's just… the news."

"It's okay. But… India is losing it over this case. And honestly… I get her. It's terrifying to see someone of your kin just…"

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. But really, did you hook up with anyone?"

"Nah. Dad, I'm eighteen. I'm not you."

"Hey, your mom got pregnant with you because of this one time when we were seniors when she had an empty house this one week in December and threw away my condoms when I tried to—"

"Dad, that's disgusting and please don't bring this up ever again."

"Got it. But anyway?"

"...there's a guy in my major, his name is Emile—"

"You gonna ask him out?"

"Dad, no! He's sixteen."

"And he's a psychology major?!"

"I asked myself the same question. But yes. He is."

"Well, I mean… he's within the appropriate age range for you. I guess."

"...what is it about I don't want a relationship at this stage of my life didn't you hear?"

"You're eighteen, Remy! One day you're gonna find someone and—"

"That's the thing. I'm eighteen. I have many more years ahead of me."

"Okay. Whatever you say. Any other boys I should know about? Girls, too, if you're into them now?"

"Just… this one guy. His name is Chris, he's a bit older… I don't know. Should I really be talking to you about this? You're my dad!"

"Am I not allowed to be interested in my son's love life anymore?"

"You weren't this interested in it when I was in high school."

A long sigh. "Remy…"

"I know you're worried, Dad. Believe me, I do. But I'm doing just fine! Rashida has dance parties every Wednesday for some reason so we bond over that, Lucy is basically just my map to going everywhere, we haven't hung out that much, Sammy is being a cutie all the time and Katherine is obsessed with everything. She really likes Emile's bunny for some reason and keeps talking about how her niece and nephew would absolutely love it. Her niece is two years old! I just…"

"Sounds to me like you're making friends."

"Well… yesterday I went with Emile to Party City. I don't know what I'm doing for Halloween this year, but…"

"What was that you just said?"

"If all goes right, I'll be Jack Skellington. But I don't have a backup."

"What would you need a backup for? You'll do great!"

"So, how's your girlfriend?"

"Eh, I don't know. Elaine isn't… that… you know."

"I'm sure she's absolutely lovely."

"Yeah, so was I. Can't wait for you to meet her."

"Can't wait either."

"...are you sure you don't want to babysit Linda's girls?"

"Dad!"

"Just asking!"

[fyrapartnersearch]

Fandom based partners wanted. Ships included within.

Why, hello there.

First post of 2019 here, and let’s get the ball rolling! Also, I hope everyone had a fine New Years party, or event, or what not.

You can call me, ‘Bo’, I’m 21+, and I live in the East Coast, USA. With a part time job, my replies do vary throughout the day; that said, I do try to get a good message per day.

Real life happens, and I understand.

I love OOCC and encoaurge it; it always helps to get to know your partner a little more, as we write. Also, its there, so we can plot things out, and such. Make sure each other is doing well.

My writing style is: Third Person POV, past tense. I will DOUBLE, or play more characters. I have some experience GM/DMing, too.

Also, I do have a small thing for Romance, so I will mention my ships, if there are any for any of the Fandoms I enjoy. Quick note on that: Most of my Ships are F/F or FxF, however you wish to write it.

I prefer to stick to Canon characters , for us both. Sorry if that is a deal breaker. I will listen to any OC ideas you have, but 9/10 times, I’ll ask we go with Canons.

Treating Rps like AUs are fine. We don’t have to play into Canon events.

I think that’s about it for me, besides Contact stuff. I have really started to use Discord quite a bit,but I do have an email. Prefer to chat first at DIscord though.

My discord is: TheOneWhoSits#3363

Now, onto the Fandoms.

Dragon Ball/Dbz:

((Ship I like- Gohan X Videl) My idea for this, is to have an AU, where the Buu saga events never fully took place. Instead,Gohan goes to school, and adopts the Saiyaman Persona. I’d like to play with this more, Gohan fighting Crime, while balancing School life. Videl trying hard to discover who is under the mask.

She is more than welcomed to become Saiyawoman, and the duo become a crime fighting team. We can create our own Villians/Criminalds for the two to Handle, so there is some room for OC characters in this.

CW’s Arrowverse/ DC’s Tv Universe:

((No ships for this one.))

My idea for this, is set in a future that takes elements from all of the shows’ futures seen. A dark future where- Green Arrow/Oliver Queen is a broken, One armed man. The Flash/Barry Allen has gone missing after the events of Crisis, the Legends were lost to time, ARGUS has started to Meta Human restriction laws and have taken a hard approach to it.

The Main focus would be on a new Trio of Heroes. John Diggle Jr/New Green Arrow, Nora West-Allen/Xs, And Perhaps someone from Supergirl’s family/blood-line. Starting plot would be Nora trying to discover what happened to her father, by going to Star City- a city now worse off than Gotham. A new DeathStroke has taken Charge, and the newly formed Speedster will have to gain new Allies to find Oliver Queen and get closer to discovering what happened to her father.

Power Rangers: 2017 Movie:

((Possible Ships- TriniXKimberly, TriniXTommi(Female Tommy Oliver)

I’d love for this to take place after the events of the movie. The Rangers still trying to build their skill as a team, suddenly encountered by a new Green Ranger. The Green Power Coin could be messing with the new Ranger’s mind, considering it was Rita’s coin. Basically, adapting, ‘Evil with Green’ story arc from MMPR, into the movie verse. We can adapt other villains from MMPR too. And move things from there.

Power Rangers Super-Mega Force:

((Ships none))

Big fan of the Sentai Counter-part that went into this season of Power Rangers. Personally, would like to re-write the season, to make it more like Gokaigers. That can go about many different ways, and will take a little more discussion. Though, things I will like to keep are- Past Rangers showing up to teach a lesson, the Legendary Ranger Keys, and if you want the same team of Rangers from Mega Force. Totally open to creating a new team, to be closer to Gokaigers.

Persona 5:

((Possible Ships- MakotoXAnn (my favorite) MakotoXJoker, MakotoXFem-Joker, AnnXFem-Joker))

I have a few ideas with P5.

One could be an AU, that plays into my favorite ship. Ann is still harassed by Kamoshida, and rumors are going around Shunjin. As student council President, Makoto takes pride in trying to keep the school as best as possible, and decides to look into it. They have never really spoke, and in this Ren/Akira/Joker never came to Shunjin, so the Phantom Thieves arne’t a thing yet(if we want to include them). Makoto decides she needs to get to the bottom of all this, and goes to Ann.

Another, something with Akechi. I like him a lot, until he becomes plot villain, kinda.

I’d like to write something with him, maybe being redeemed. I loved that the Anime, had him and Ren hang out more. Something with him, not totally getting crapped over. Maybe he survives his encounter with fake him, and is able to help the Thieves against Shido.

This will probably need more discussion.

Other Fandoms, that I don’t have fully thought out ideas yet:

Akiba’s Trip-The Animation| Miss Koybashi’s Dragon maid| Kingdom Hearts-358/2 Days| Spider-Gwen| Star Wars| DC’s Cineamtic Universe| Star Wars BattleFront| OverWatch| Super Smash Ulimate| Fire Emblem: Fates| Sword Art Online/Gun Gale Online| Kampfer| My Hero Academia| probably others.

If you see anything here and wanna chat and discuss, feel free to message me at Discord.

Discord: TheOneWhoSits#3363