#i know the fandom is dying but aaa

[ghostsprobably]

immediate thoughts on the new winx trailer

- I LOVE FLORA'S VOICE but girl why are you on earth im sorry this isnt ur moment. i'm interested if this will mean she and bloom will be even closer as room mates but stella needs to be blooms psuedo sister

- IS THAT KNUT???? DID THEY MAKE KNUT HOT? I DONT KNOW HOW TO FEEL ABOUT THIS

- no sign of kiko other than her notebook which to me implies he won't exist as a pet (maybe he'll show up later?)

- i do not like stella's voice. its hard to place why but it just doesnt fit her imo.

- why does stella put on a wig in her fairy form? those thick ass bangs look like a wig. why are they v bangs. why does she only have them as a fairy

- blooms voice is very generic sounding but i mean. yeah

- ummmm the wings. i think they are so tacky 😭 they look like they were designed with the sole purpose of making it as easy as possible to turn them into cheapo merch wings that are awful quality and even uglier. AND the two we've seen (stella and flora) fuck up their color palettes!!!

- why is knut big and sexy.

- im glad we're restarting. i hope they're able to do as good of a job as all of the amazing reboots in the fandom, but im so worried they just wont put the heart in that the story needs

- the trix look GOOD. they look better than the winx lmaooo. icy is my favorite but i have to say i loveee stormy's new design. she's still white tho, but we dont know if they'll actually be sisters or not.

- aisha is here!!!!! shes here in season one!!!! i am so excited about this aaa i cant wait to see how that changes her dynamic with the group

- im still a tad worried but im more excited than i was, and i am dying to see the boys. i wonder if nabu and helia will be in season one as well

[frenziedslashers]

Ayo! Ima be honest there, this fic with wounded Handsome Jack x Reader was the first one where I didn't skip a single word, like aaa u did it so great!

I had a thought about something oppsite - where it is the reader who gets hurt, and HJ is the one saving them and taking care... likeeee AAA.... it could be fluff, or something more dramatic and bloody, whatever you thing would be great :D I just can see it written great by your talented hands

This literally made me smile so much??? I am so scared to post Jack content because I always feel like I butcher his character (I have a couple drafts that I have been working on. They are pretty much ready to post, I'm just a little scared. I swear I am not ignoring the Jack asks 👹). I am honored that you liked it that much though! As someone who has read nearly all the xReader Borderlands content on ao3, I totally get that... Some nice I had to skip paragraphs because it was either too ooc or just... Odd... I forget how scary some borderlands fans are 😟 There are a lot of pics on there that I adore, but I feel like every fandom has those pics that you just physically cannot finish. So I am glad that my Jack was good enough 💪💪 ALSO thank you for the love homie. glad you sent in a request! I love me some angst that leads to fluff 😌

Flying Bullets:

"More incoming!" Jack screamed over your com, a grunt leaving your throat as you slammed your body against a crate in a poor attempt to avoid the bullets that flew overhead. You had no idea how you got yourself into this mess. Let alone with Handsome Jack. You knew he was bad news. Everyone despised him, but you still saw him as John, who simply worked with you for Hyperion and was incidentally your best friend as well.

You saw him as the guy who you would sit with alone for lunch break. The both of you talking and laughing over nothing. The friend that would take you out for drinks after a hard day of work and even hit on you here or there. Though, nothing serious ever happened between the two of you.

"Kiddo, answer me!" You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard Jack's voice screaming into your ears. It made you flinch, a cringe settling on your face. "I hear you, Jackie." You responded, shooting a couple times at the Raiders that ran out into your line of sight.

"Are you able to get to where I'm at?" You huffed a bit. As if you would know exactly where he was without him sharing his coordinates. "Where's your location?" "I'm up near the front gate. If you get here we can get to a ship out of this shit hole and back to Helios!" He spoke, and you groaned again. Your shield was low and broken. It wasn't recharging anymore. A problem that you were almost scared to tell Jack. The confrontation would go either one of two ways. He'd freak out, worry, and throw himself into the line of fire to make sure you were safe. Or he'd freak out, worry, and then yell at you for being so stupid and agreeing to go with him to Pandora with a shitty shield.

"Can you do that?" You pondered, "I can try."

It was a hard task to complete. You figured if you did die in this fight you may as well go out guns-a-blazin'. Shooting round after round into the Crimson Raiders that tried to take you down. You nearly made it to Jack, too. If it weren't for a Raider you missed shooting you once, breaking your shield. Then twice, a fatal shot to your back.

The scream that ripped from your chest had your head pounding, and Jack's heading whipping towards you.

"Kid," He stammered, "Kiddo? Pumpkin?" His voice wavered, and then something clicked in the guy. If your vision wasn't blurry from the pain as you lay on the ground. You would have seen the glint of rage behind the mans eyes. The way his face shifted from concern to pure rage. It made the few remaining Crimson Raiders freeze up. Knowing Jack was going to be putting up a hell of a fight.

Screams and gunfire were all you could hear in your ringing ears. You could hardly decipher the screams of the dying to Jack's war cries. If you weren't dying yourself, you might actually feel a bit scared, but right now you could hardly care. Gasping and wincing while lying helplessly on the ground. You could hardly move without your whole body sending shocks of pain through itself.

"Hey, hey," His hand on your back made you cry out again. You hadn't even noticed that Jack was at your side now. Attempting to tend to your wounds to get you back home. Back to Helios where you would be safe and someone could save you. "I know, I have to look at it!" He snapped, but quickly cleared his throat. "Dammit, sorry. I just need to see it. I'm not trying to hurt you, pumpkin." He told you, trying his best to be careful while he moved your clothing up so he could see the wound a bit better. Your cries making him wince himself. You'd think he would have been shot, too. Just from hearing the pathetic noises you were making.

"Oh shit, God this is bad. Why didn't you tell me your shield was low? I could have came to you!" There it was. Option one of how you expected him to react if you would have told him your shield was down. You wanted to smile, laugh a little at how well you knew your friend, but your thoughts were quickly pushed aside when Jack decided to apply pressure. A scream left your throat, and your vision went blurry. It was too hard to stay awake no matter how much Jack pleaded with you to keep your eyes open. You hadn't realized how much he really cared for you until you were nearly meeting your Maker. Vision finally blurring enough that all you could see was black. Your senses dulling, succumbing to the darkness once you passed out in his arms.

Jack had no idea that you had just passed out, though. He thought you died, but that didn't stop him from picking your body up from the ground to carry you back to the ship. He was just thankful that he had people on there to pilot it for him, and some health to at least give you a slight boost until the two of you made it back to Helios.

He refused to let you go until those doors opened. Continuing to apply pressure after he had wrapped his belt and one of his jackets awkwardly around your middle to help stall the bleeding. There was so much blood. His clothes were soaked. His skin was sticky with sweat and blood. The thing of it is, he didn't even know if it was all your blood. Some of it had to be from the Raiders he killed after you were shot. His anger getting the best of him like it regularly did.

"Sir, you need to let them go." He looked up at the nurse in front of him. "What?" His voice was shaky. "I need you to let them go and put them on the table now before they lose any more blood. I need to get them into the infirmary, now." They stated sternly, and Jack nodded with understanding. Laying you reluctantly on the bed. These were his own men and women working for him, but he was so scared to trust them with you. You were the only good thing he had left that was connected to his old life, rather than Angel. You were almost a better memory holder than she was, though. With her being the reason her mother died and all.

It wasn't until later that night, nearly five hours later that Jack was informed that you were in Critical, but stable condition. He knew you wouldn't be able to help him with his plans for the next coming weeks, and honestly, he was glad. Not that he didn't enjoy your help, he just always worried about your safety. This call was too close for comfort. It nearly made him postpone his plans of finding the Vault, too. If it weren't for the fact that he was literally the man's most wanted by the Vault Hunters themselves. That didn't stop him from trying to take care of you to the best of his abilities, though. Even going as far as sending people to check up on you when he was away from Helios.

"Jack," you would say his name, and he would be there. Holding your hand, offering food, water, entertainment, whatever it was you asked. He was giving it to you. You were his light after all. The brightest star in his galaxy. Even if he didn't show you how much he cared, often. He truly did.

It was almost weird for you. He was always so snarky and rude with you. Even if you knew that was just how he showed his affection. How he told you that he loved and appreciated you as a friend without telling you those exact words. You almost weren't sure if you liked how nice he was being with you.

"Why haven't you called me an idiot." He looked up from the book in his hands over to you with raised brows. "Excuse me?" "When I nearly got myself killed. I expected you to at least call me stupid for it. I didn't tell you my shield was broken and not recharging, and yet here you are. Being all sweet and nice to me. It's kind of scary, honestly... You aren't a doppelgänger, are you?" Jack smiled as he placed his book down in his lap. "Well, now that you say it. I did forget to tell you how utterly idiotic that stunt was and if you ever go pulling it again I will personally revive you just to shoot you again." Jack told you, and that caused a smile to form on your own features. There he was. "Oh, so I should have just ignored direct orders?" He rolled his eyes with a sigh. "No, you should have told me what was happening and I could have come to help. You really think I like putting you at risk?" Well, it seemed like it. With the number of close calls you have had, and then this.

He sighed at your lack of a response. "I don't. I really don't. I only take you along because I know you'd find a way fighting those assholes without me or with me. I may as well be there to revive you when you decide to do something stupid." You rolled your eyes this time. "Didn't realize you actually cared about me." He froze up when you said that. You were only joking, and you thought that he could tell, but obviously that seemed to strike a chord with the man before you.

"Oh, so you think I don't care about you either? What the hell has the past few weeks been? I've laid off finding the fricken Vault for you! I've been by your side, making sure you don't die on me and you think I don't care about you?" He shouted, tossing his book to the side while standing to his feet. "Why don't you fill me in on what it is I feel about you then. Why every time I see you I want to blow my brains out because of how much I care about you. Shit, it's annoying, honestly!" Jack started approaching you. Slight more weight to his steps than usual. Obviously pissed and growing more so by the second. "I could have left you to die." He told you, a slight grin on his face as he laughed out of disbelief for himself. "Hell! I would have left any one of my other employees or skilled assassins there to die! But I just couldn't fricken leave you there, now could I? Not when you're the one real thing that I have anymore."

Your eyes were wide. Staring up at the man who was looming over you as you lay on the bed. You looked a little scared, but you were more so taken aback by his words. Yeah, he was basically saying he would have left you for dead if the two of you didn't have a connection, but he was also admitting things that you never thought you'd hear from him.

"I don't mean to yell," Even though that seemed to be the only thing he knew how to do. "I just... I hate that you would even suggest that I don't care about you. I mean, c'mon! Look at everything we've been through!" He exclaimed as he sat on the bed beside you.

Yeah. Everything the two of you have been through. Working together. Getting fired together. Jack gaining power. You gaining power through Jack. Late nights together. Even an attempted date before his ex had come along. It was a lot, and you regretted making him think that you thought he didn't care.

"Jack, I'm sorry. I was just joking around." You admitted, reaching out to grab his hand. His eyes darted down and then back up to study your face. "Could you ever forgive me?" He pondered, a smile creeping on his lips. "Oh, I don't know. I guess I could forgive a cute thing like you." A sigh left your lips, tapping the top of his hand. "If I didn't know any better. I'd say you were flirting with me, Jackie." The way you purred out his name in such a teasing way made his blood boil. Out of annoyance at the nickname, and slight excitement from just the sound. "Well, I could be if you wanna interpret it that way, pumpkin." His hand reached up to brush your chin with his thumb. "I think it's your turn to be called out for your ignorance of my own emotions." His brows furrowed, sighing at his dumbfounded expression.

"So... Was that a yes?" "Jack," "Huh?" "You're as oblivious as the day I met you." He stared at you for a moment longer. "I'm saying yes, Jack. Jesus Christ and you're supposed to be the flirt of Helios?" He let out a groan of his own before carefully maneuvering himself over top of you so he could lay on the other side of you on the bed. "Oh shut it, you're the one overcomplicating shit." He huffed, carefully pulling you close to him to hint that the both of you needed a nap. Whether you wanted one or not. "Just shut up and sleep. We can talk about our stupid emotions later. You ruined the moment by calling me an idiot." "Oh, like you haven't been calling me one for the past 10 minutes. Plus I didn't even call you one!" "Well, that's different, and yes you basically did. I'm not arguing further." "Fine."

[neteyamsilly]

hello, quick question! i’ve been dying to write avatar content too;((( but like, how did you manage to create your account? (have mutuals and stuff!) it’s been a while since i’ve been in a community and it’s a bit lonely starting off with absolutely nothing (i don’t think ppl r also that openly welcome with new people or unless they’re known/famous) aaa a a a read your recent update btw and god damn. ily!

ok so weird fucking thing, i went through this too. i knew no one here anon. i started from scratch. this isnt an inspirational speech im still baffled. like. if you scroll down determined enough you'll see my first post being anthony bridgerton/neteyam brainrot and then introduction to the fic i was planning. it started gaining notes after that (I WAS SHOCKED AT THAT YES)

but like i changed lanes bc i wasnt able to stop thinking about this one dad!jake fic idea. i posted that.

and then woke up to fuckig 150 followers the day after.

believe me, this fandom is SO WELCOMING?????

I dont blame you for being intimidated but the love I've received is out of this world. I was a literal nobody blog 😭😭 i dont feel like someone who has over 1.5K followers at all im a big fuckin loser, in fact, i cant believe im receiving this ask. i just wrote. and i kept writing.

looking at big blogs can be disheartening though, i know:( am i a big blog now? is this a big blog?

i dont have mutuals that i interact with often (bc. i didnt know. i could have mutuals here. ever. im so awkward about it) and the closest i came to was a couple nice peeps who i somehow manage to hold conversation with. they were nice enough to reach out to me while i'm just a big block of "thank you sm omg" and nothing else out of embarrassment. and the anons & wonderful readers who send me asks!

so like. just post, anon. tag your pairings accordingly and people find it, i promise. thats what happened to me. ppl are so nice here, i didnt expect it either!

(also thank you so much! AHHHHH)

[shioaoi]

Today is finale day for Nancy Drew.

I've attempted to keep myself busy, not let the sadness envelope me at the loss of somthing so precious to me. But at some point you have to stop moving, so I thought I would be sappy here on main cos so many other fans are, and reading everyone's experiences has shown me that I'm not the only person this show has touched so deeply.

I was rather late finding this show. Here in the UK, we don't have the CW network, though to be honest I don't watch a lot of cable anyways. It was simply by chance that a gifset was reblogged onto my dash, one of the morning-after scenes from 3x13. The softness of Nancy and Ace in that scene melted my asexual heart, and then I read the tags and saw it was from a show called Nancy Drew.

The Nancy Drew games were some of my earliest experiences with video games, my aunt for my Birthday and Christmas would buy me games from a site called Big Fish and install them onto my PC, and one of the ones she brought was a Nancy Drew game. Visual Novels, Point and Clicks, and Mystery Games are still a core part of my tastes as a gamer, even as I branched out into more modern, AAA games and the growing indie market.

So I downloaded the show, and watched it while running raids on an MMO - and I was instantly in love. It's difficult for me to find the mental capacity to consume media - particularly anything new - but the story telling, mystery and characters kept me hooked and guessing every episode, and by the time I had finished watching it, I was inspired in a way I had never been before.

At the time, I was working a corporate admin job, one I had been working ever since I had turned 18. I was a collage dropout with no grades, complex mental health issues, and PTSD from abuse, which caused me to lose a good few many years of my life just trying to stablisie. This show came into my life when I was starting to find a footing, and wanted to do more after all those years lost.

I began writing, creating narratives for characters I long had ideas for; fanfics that made me connect with fans; and fanart I used as opportunities to push myself out of my comfort zone of drawing.

It made me realise that I was discontent with where I was, and that what I wanted to do was create. I left my job to pursue art. Things didn't go according to plan, but the show was there for me throughout it and I kept writing and drawing even when I was in recovering from almost dying thanks to pancreatitis - 7 fics in 7 days is something I will forever be proud of but will never repeat.

And then I made the decision to apply to Uni, despite my disabilities and having no grades. I applied with a portfolio that featured the fanart and fanvids I made for this show, and I got accepted - now I will be going to learn how to make games, with the aim to make ones like the Nancy Drew games that got me into gaming as a kid.

I found a fandom that I wanted to engage with, even when I was bad at doing so.

I made my own merch because I was sad there was nothing official.

And now, even with this show ending, I will keep going forward with the spark this show ignited within me - and maybe I'll get to tell my own tale with this crew someday, you never know.

Thank you to the cast and crew, and to the fans, for quite literally changing my life

[catgirl-catboy]

Finally someone who gets the symbolism in him, he is very greatly crafted and very symbolical one and it hurts to see people just care about Inori's death and reduced him just Inori's murderer.

Gosh I love him.

And I believe he and Taka can actually tolerate eachother, it is fun to Imagine my favourite characters interaction.

Well I would agree Kanade being a victim in some degree, her parents really bad parents and it did not help she was bullied too, there is no positive figure for her but still she is very bad about finding coping mechanisms!

And which character dynamics would great to see other than Byakuya and Taka?

I'm gonna write the last part of this first because I have a list!

Mondo and Junko are perfect foils, but he has to go and die before they can interact. They literally committed the same crime, but one of them regrets it an aaa. I am actively resisting the urge to write a fic about those two due to scheduling.

I know we get an entire set of FTEs, but I'd really like more interactions between Makoto and Mukuro in the main storyline. I love Sayaka, but can Muku have like, 20% of that screentime. If I were in charge of writing the series, I'd have her actually develop her crush on Makoto here and get cold feet about this whole plan, and then have her defy Junko for real. We can still get her dying lines, but in a "how did you know I was going to betray you before even I did" way.

Speaking of Mukuro, can I drag you down into rarepair hell with Mukuro and Celeste? There's so much potential there for drama. Celeste is an Ult. Gambler, she is the most likely to catch onto the fact some shady shits going on. Celeste wants to be served and Mukuro has served others her whole life. Its such an interesting concept that we never got to see.

Taka and Toko are also an interesting one. I imagine that the possibility of Toko being locked up for a crime Syo committed would challenge his already shaky sense of justice. I also think he'd be torn about her self loathing. On one hand, she's a genius. On the other hand, anyone can work hard enough to overcome their flaws. Also, Toko is a romance novelist, so if anyone can convince Taka to snap out of it and keep living, its probably her.

There are more I could talk about (like Byakuya and Sayaka) but this is getting to be long! The epic version of THH that exists only in my head is a wonderful thing.

A Byakuya fan? Excellent taste! I'm so sorry the fandom did him dirty by either erasing his flaws or demonizing him for his treatment of Toko. (which was scummy, but she was equally if not more toxic.)

I could see him and Taka getting along in chapter two, after Taka has learned to be slightly less judgmental of others. Taka did not care about his negative comments, which bodes well!

Nah, if I ever met Kanade in real life, I would run like hell! But since she's fictional, I can enjoy her depravity! (though I would prefer if she never made that face again. You know the one) Same holds true for most of my faves. I just really dislike the "she was born evil" take. I mean, from canon I think she shows signs of being a psychopath, but not all psychopaths end up becoming mass murderers! I think it'd be like, especially fucked up if during that scene of her killing her parents, she gets called Hibiki. Ouch.

Yessssss the symbolism in Danganronpa is so fun, and nobody overanalyzes it enough. One of my favorite gems of symbolism in the series is Gonta getting killed by mechanical wasps, aka technology. Because he was a victim of the virtual world just as much as Miu. and Kokichi too in a sense. I could write a whole essay about stylistic choices such as these, but people'd probably think I've gone batshit. (Anyways, the Sword not being very practical represents Sayaka. Despite everything, she's not really made for combat and leaves residue (clues.) wherever she goes)

(Tangent, the more an execution tries to teach a fucked up lesson to the killer, the better it is. You can't change my mind.)

[starmapz]

hi trish!! long time no talk, life got in the way of reading fanfics smhhh (i use humor to cope)

anywho i just read ch4 of shame on me and i loooooved it pls. nanami is so sweet, what a perfect gentleman, i can't help but feel like it's gonna be a "that's the way i loved you" by taylor swift moment though where even though nanami is so sweet she'll prefer the turbulence of gojo bc tell me why when they're arguinggg they've got hella chemistryyy aaa

reader talking about how making the flower bloom was the only thing she could do w her technique without causing adverse harm was so sad. i know she really beats herself up for what happened to that kid's mother but i hope she can realize it's not her fault :(

im deaddd at how gojo saw them KISS tho that's crazy. the love triangle is love triangling

reader advocating for yuuji made me so sad bc yuuji is my fave jjk character he is just sweet summer boy and the fandom rlly doesn't talk about the fact that he easily resolved to die if it meant helping ppl :(( ughhh sobs. it felt so powerful to see reader advocate for him. the part where she mentioned how they were stealing his youth, like yeaaa it reminded me in jjk0 when gojo said the same thing ab yuta, and when he brought that up to her n reader realizing he has a heart was so lolol but also like it shows they have more in common w eachother than they think

loved this chapter i wanna bang your gojo so bad sorry to end on a horny note but he's so in character to canon that it makes me feral xd he was so daddy in the yaga's office scene. much loveee!!! and thanks sm for sharing your lovely fics

ellie hi!! i hope you're doing alright and know that my inbox n dms are always open if you wanna talk <3 (also me too)

aaaa thank you so much <33 fr i adore nanami, he's such an angel and deserves the best but no spoilers on that front huhuhu i DO love that comparison though, honestly 99% of my writing is heavily based on lyrics and music since it's what i went to school for :)

it makes me so happy to hear that everything with reader translated into my writing how i wanted it to :') i've always loved how cursed techniques all seem to have some sort of drawback and really wanted to explore that with a bit of ~angst~

gotta love gojo absolutely finding every way to upset reader LOL

i've always found it SO heartbreaking that yuji resigns himself to dying SO quickly and i just know if i was in that universe i would be fighting for all the students to give them the lives they deserve :((( they're all so sweet and so young and have gone through so much ugh i just had to make reader step in and fight for them :(

AAAAAA that is the highest compliment pls don't apologize!! especially when ihm gojo and kickoff gojo constantly live rent free in my head (the way that ihm gojo has me wrapped around his finger though, the slightly unbuttoned shirt mention always has me drooling it makes me wanna chew on him)

thank you for the reblog and ask, they both made me smile so much and are very appreciated <33 i hope you're doing well and much love!!

[keithbutgay]

aaa i feel bad cuz i cant think of anymore animal facts :<

theres the thing about fish changing sexes but i probably told ya that multiple times already...

um

who are your favorite bad end friends?

screaming screaming SCREAMING /pos

okay so i know i already told you this but um i really really want to tell you again so i apologise in advance

so first of all my three favorites by far are beast wirt, bipper, and birthday mabel. i love beast wirt and birthday mabel the most but bipper is pretty cool too!!!

you already know i'm obsessed with beast wirt but um i love him so much. one of my favorite things about him is that his ending really was plausible. it had an actual source and place where it branched off which i think is so epic and is different from bipper in this sense, where canonically if bill had not left dipper's body he would have essentially killed dipper's body and he like. did say that. um. but regardless i really really love his design and his song and like the story in general. i also love him cause he's one of the originals which i think is really interesting because while the three source materials for the originals really are pretty intertwined fandom and also kind of style-wise they aren't very connected necessary

um

okay moving on

bipper is really really interesting to me. i am absolutely obsessed with his design which is funny cause it literally doesn't change from his design in the show except for like sticking forks in him. but that's not the issue here--- anyway the one thing i don't like about bipper (and the reason i'm not a huge fan of a lot of the newer additions to the list) is because there is no way his story would have happened canonically? and while it's still really really cool i have a hard time appreciating him fully because there's not much of an explanation for him. he also happened canonically, which kinda lessens my appreciation for him which sucks cause he's really cool and interesting and i want to study him under a microscope (also his theme is wolf in sheep's clothing which is like the coolest ever)

okay. birthday mabel. i love her so so so much

the first thing that i need to explain about her is that her existence is only possible if bipper has already occurred, or if the canon end to bipper occurred--- aka dipper dying. i feel so bad for continuously referencing the canon for a literal set of aus but in canon gravity falls there was a note left for mabel by bipper that basically said "yeah imma jump off the water tower in your brother's body. care to join him shooting star?" which is really interesting to me but that's like not important. anyway um her story is that she felt really really guilty about not saving dipper. this is in reference to bipper's story, because in bipper's actual au bill basically just like manipulated everyone and beat everyone and just never left dipper's body. anyway eventually she threw her 13th birthday party without dipper but no one came to the party, so she kinda. snapped. and started throwing "pity parties" (hence her theme song, her entire design is actually probably based on the song which i think is really cool) and eventually she like. meets bipper and kinda just thinks he's dipper because she's not doing well. actually a really interesting fact about bipper is that it's implied dipper's like soul is still haunting bipper, implying that he's kinda just like still watching his body do all of these things without being able to do anything about it

anyway sorry i will like stop talking about them cause this is not even close to what you actually asked me about but there you go i guess :)

[watercolor-sky]

I decided not to give up on drawing these two

[hua-fei-hua]

not using chinese for a long time then just suddenly using it again is surprisingly interesting. it's been a good while since i've spoken but i can still understand what's being said (unless its in any other dialect cause that just sends everything down the drain, amirite?)

one time i was trying to bring one of my friends to after school math tutoring w/me bc my friends n i knew she’d get that teacher next year since she was gonna take calc, and so she had to call her mom n tell her what was up, but she wasn’t really sure how to explain it bc she herself wasn’t fully sure what was going on, so she handed the phone to me to explain in mandarin and so i just kind of fumbled my way through going “uhhh yes. yes. stay at school. study math. yes.” (which was made a lot harder by the fact that i just cannot hear things through the phone very well ;__;)

and then after the fact my friend hung up and said, “my mom said you sound cute” ASDFHASDFA

most of my friends speak some mix of canto and english with their parents, so they walked into mandarin thinking “pff this is gonna be easy” and then just immediately perished, partly bc as you said, “any other dialect sends everything down the drain” but also bc the teacher was this old senile man that not even the native speakers from china understood what he was rambling on about

also at my summer job last year i was the only counselor who spoke any chinese, which threw me off so hard, so i just ended up hanging out with the international kids all the time. from my experiences, fifth grade boys from china tend to be the worst. they got better when they found out i was chill and, despite appearances, still very culturally chinese. they taught me 混血, which is probably the most useful thing for me bc i don’t look asian lmao. kids from taiwan seemed to be consistently very sweet; they’d always crowd around me and ask where my mom was from and come to me first out of all the other counselors despite having pretty good english understanding -w-

going off to college, i did find a little clique of international girls from china n taiwan, and very very consistently they said i sound very very cute!! wow aww so cute!!! and it seems to be kind of agreed upon that i have a “very cute japanese accent”??? i’m still not sure where that comes from

[izzyizumi]

* d o n o t r e b l o g (personal/comments ok!)

me, logging in to my account that I used for my old Digimon Adventure-related "C2" community on FFN for the 1st time in literal YEARS:

FFN email: "[name] is now following [C2]!"

ME:

M E, RECOGNIZING THEIR TUMBLR USERNAME:

FFN EMAIL DATE: " 2012 :) "

[cupidlakes]

i don’t think you have to worry about interest dying out for any fandom, but especially big ones. the big ones never really die. like, i know people who are still in the bbc merlin fandom and that show ended like ten years ago. they’re are still fandoms for like 80s anime. i mean look at freaking supernatural. it still trends on this site every week and it literally predates this site.

imo, it’s a lot better when fandoms ‘die’ because they don’t die; they just get less popular and it’s great because you get to reap all of the benefits from when it was uber popular, meaning all of the leftover content, but none of the drama that comes with it. then, most everyone who is left just vibes. it’s kind of what happened to tumblr. when tumblr was super popular, it was almost intolerable. but now it’s super chill. and i’ve seen so many people on other sites talk about how tumblr is dead.

so, ig my point is you shouldn’t fear the fandom dying because dead fandoms are kind of a joy be apart of.

i’m not sure if that made you feel any better, but i hope it does. also, don’t feel bad about holding on to your special interest. i for one, have never actually let go of a special interest. i just collect them like pokémon cards.

!!

no ur actually so right and a few personal examples spring to mind i have liked undertale for example both at its peak and also when the fandom was Dead dead and i had a lot of fun gleaning personal enjoyment out of perusing all the leftover content and keeping up w all the chill stragglers and i hope it’s the same, i think i only worry abt interest dying bc of my mutuals i’m like aaa don’t Leave Me guys but also the sake of all the people i follow and their careers like the viewership drop has been making me kinda antsy (even though realistically they’ll be alright) but i genuinely do hope this’ll be a mostly positive change for everyone! esp george i’m like maybe you can take the ““lower”” viewership in stride…

[whaleofatjme1920]

hii! so great to see the creepypasta fandom alive still!! i'd like to req a romantic nsfw matchup! :) i hope this is enough info

-firstly, i'm 22, she/her and bisexual but preference for men. around 5'2-5'3 and pretty pale. kinda sick looking ngl (thx anemia) and currently my hair is dyed like a silvery blonde kind of color? was more lavender ish before. my hairs pretty long (and annoying, gets tangled easily bec heat dmg), maybe bottom of rib length w sidepart/curtain bangs, and big gray eyes. i'm pretty into wearing a full face of makeup too! so eyeliner, lipstick, falsies, the whole thing. body wise, dcup committee, hip dips n thick thighs (i have a thigh tattoo as well, its a cat:))

-style wise i fluctuate constantly, but mostly i wear sweaters and neutral colors constantly. my style does tend to lean towards dark academia the most i think but i do have a softspot for more grunge inspired fashion and also pastels. you'd most likely either see me in a longsleeve and skirt or a sweater and jeans tbh

-personality type wise, i'm an intx 6w5 ! my astro stuff is aries sun, taurus moon, leo rising and gemini venus !! i was in college for library science major w classics (history) minor but dropped it and now i'm working on getting a certification for floral design.

i'm extremely opinionated and outspoken when its something i need to be vocal about, but i am first and foremost an introvert. i get extremely anxious in social situations, but sadly also have a slight temper. this leads to a bit of a confrontational attitude because letting bad situations sit just upsets me more LOL. but i do like to joke around with those close to me and i tend to ramble a lot about my special interests/new things i've learned about quite often if allowed. i can be blunt and very sarcastic usually, and to people who don't know me it comes off a bit rude? idk ALSO i am always tired, no matter how much i sleep.

-relationship wise, i am a bit clingy but not physically. i do love physical affection (preferably more so in private) but my love language is definitely quality time. even if it's just sitting together and doing a task like reading/writing or watching something. being around them makes me happy. i am pretty big on communicating thought so if theres an issue or insecurity, i will bring it up. i'm a bit of the jealous type, and vocal about boundaries in my relationship, and mutual respect is very important to me.

LIKES: i love slasher films go figure, but i'm also the biggest sucker for rom coms and historical movies (like jane austen type, not war ofc.) my music taste is anywhere from rock 2 indie n pop. (my favorite artists though are mitski, hozier, twst, and the nbhd.) baking is one of my favorite activities, and i also love comfy games (animal crossing, minecraft etc.) fall is my favorite season + i'm addicted to iced coffee and the white monster (only flavor i've ever had but extremely caffeine dependent) i love reading and writing n also photography. the sound of rain and the look of snow falling make me really happy. my comfort drink is either earlgrey tea with milk and sugar (maybe honey too) or a big cup of hot chocolate with lots of whipped cream.

(halfway through + i feel like this is TOO MUCH WRITING ALR IM SORRY)

-i dislike the ocean/lakes etc,, i'm just not fond of being in them but they're nice 2 look at. i hate bugs too LOL

AAA hope i have enough of the regular stuff but heres nsfw:

-very much a sub. i've tried to dom before and it's not for me. rough stuff is definitely up my alley!! i'm v into being choked. i love size diff to an extent (height wise) but considering my height its not that hard to be pretty much taller. breeding 4 sure. degrading is really nice but also love praise. possesive!!partners!!own my heart. i just rlly like to put my partners in a position of power also w titles bec i like having smth to call them ( uncomfortable w mommy title to a fem partner though, but daddy is open for male p ) and uHHHH yeah i think thats it. maybe marks too?? also rlly like nice hands LMFAO

thank you sososo much if you decide to answer mine whenever you're able to get around to it <3

Your matchup is… Eyeless Jack!

Read more because of NSFW :}

In general:

Everything about you seemed to match up with EJ but it’s always the kinks that solidify it lmfao. SO, let’s elaborate on why.

What he likes about you:

Physically speaking, EJ adores your eyes and your hair. They’re both so captivating and beautiful to him and he can just get lost looking at you. Your height is alo really cute to him because the dude is fucking tall, probably like 7 ft lmfao. He appreciates the aesthetics of makeup even though he doesn’t understand much about it, so your full face of makeup also lowkey fascinates him. I’ll get,,,, I’ll get into the other stuff about your body in the NSFW section. EJ just adores your sense of style as well, even when it changes around. Grunge and pastels are weak spots for him ngl. He loves your personality as well and wants to know all about floral design. He likes that you’re opinionated as well. EJ is really big on spending time together as well and he’s also pretty physically affectionate in private. I can also see EJ being into communication, because he’s just y’know, trying his best and wants you to see his best as well. All of your likes match up so well with him!! I would be here all day listing them, but just know that you and EJ match up so well in terms of your likes.

General cute things:

ALRIGHT SO, going off your likes, i don’t think EJ actually really likess war movies? He’s secretly a softie to Jane Austen stuff ngl. He likes your music choice and will y’know, listen to it with you. Is he into baking? Not really but he will absolutely eat whatever tf you make. Sometimes EJ has a bit of a sweet tooth. He’ll also cuddle with you on the couch as you play your comfy games, he’s not too big on games himself though. Just wants to spend time with you, y’know? EJ loves fall too and will go on leafy walks with you and enjoy the scents of nature. He’s such a sucker for fall too. Pumpkins, spooky stuff, all of that atmospheric stuff makes him lose his mind. He likes hot coffee but will get you iced coffees and monster. He will read with you! Just those quiet little dates y’know?? He will also teach you calligraphy, because I really do think EJ has beautiful penmanship. He will make your comfort drink for you on snowy days, and cuddle with you when the rain is falling. Just WHOLESOME stuff.

You two as a couple & NSFW:

EJ is a BIG protector. Like, huge. I have no other way of saying that. Like, the man is a bit possessive, he’s actually a lot possessive, but he’s a protector through and through. He will give you his hoodies and sweaters for you to wear if you’re ever cold! He also likes you being bathed in his scent so like,,,,,,, He understands that you’re a bit of the jealous type but lowkey so is he. So please talk with him about that. It seems like you prioritize that stuff though so like it works lmfao. He will do whatever he can to calm you down and keep you steady in social situations that might make you uncomfortable. Just wants to keep you safe. He’s also a tad confrontational? But, he’s really respectful about it. He loves to listen to you ramble and he loves to hear you talk about things you are passionate about. EJ doesn’t mind you being blunt and sarcastic either tbh. He’s exactly like that as well.

So here’s what did it. It’s literally always the kinks that do it. He adores your body. Your breasts are a favorite, your hips are a favorite, your thighs are a favorite, literally everything about you is a favorite. He likes your thigh tattoo and will trace it with his clawed fingers. Lucky for you, you cannot pay EJ to sub, he’s 1000% a dom! He will choke you with his big, clawed hands, and is very, very rough in general. He will cover you in bites and claw marks, love bites dripping down your thighs and neck. He will mark you!! EJ is 7ft tall so like, you got the size difference thing down really good here. He’s also big into breeding too lmfao like I hate bringing up the knotted dick thing again but it’s making a comeback here, he will push that thing in and just CUM. Won’t stop unless he’s filled you to your absolute brim, towering over you, growling and hissing as he ruts into you still connected. You can call him whatever, daddy, master, it’ll all make him hot and bothered. He’s good at praise and degrading, honestly degrading over praise though. EJ also has really nice hands. Overall, it’s the kinks that do it time and time again.

Closing Thoughts/Other Things:

Hi love bug, thank you so much for sending in this ask! The creepypasta fandom is still very much alive, I just like to think a lot of us grew up alongside it. You gave me a wonderful amount of info! Sometimes, people send me like a sentence and I have no idea wtf to do. The more detailed, the better, and you really came through! Furthermore, you sound really, really pretty omg? Like, I adore makeup and just don’t wear it for myself besides eyeliner (RIP my monolids) and mascara but people who wear full faces have ALL MY LOVE. It’s so beautiful. Also your tattoo sounds super cute as well! Everything about you is cute as all hell, and that’s coming from both me and EJ. EJ absolutely adores everything about you and will just LOVE YOU endlessly, and in more ways than one. ;) As always, let me know what you think and I hope you enjoyed!

[galarsbookstore]

This blog gives me life... I thought the fandom was going to slowly die down ;u; So~ what about soulmate AU for our Raihan? But to give it an angsts twist... your soulmate is the same that killed you in a previous life. And those fated people bear a scar corresponding to the type of fatal blow that killed them in the previous life (like, a small circular scar if you got shot, or knife scars if you got stabbed to death etc) in a fic format maybe? If it’s too complicated feel free to change it❤️

Thank you aaa! Also, hear me out before you read this: it’s not really.... finished, cause like... I ended up writing more than I thought I would (I tend to do that) so the end is just very open-ended. it’s not very interactive btwn reader/raihan- so if you’d like me to continue it, I can! I’d just make a second part cause if I kept going here, this would be seriously way too long oof- I hope this shit I wrote is okay tho :,) (Also I assumed you meant like... Your soulmate killed you in a previous life.)

Raihan x Reader; Soulmate AU Angst:

Raihan sighed, rubbing his hands over his face in exasperation. The scar on his chest, directly over his heart, had this tendency to flare up at times. It would ache, like phantom pain. But recently, it had been a lot more frequent than before. It was almost like the scar was trying to tell him something. Or warn him.

He hated it. He hated the 'soulmate' business, and he hated what the scar meant. So someone had killed him in another life huh? And they were meant to be his soulmate? Not in this lifetime. He'd never be able to love someone who killed him. He wasn’t about to let some otherworldly being or whatever it was that dictated soulmates, decide who he was meant to be with. He could do that on his own, thank you very much. 

Whoever did it though, he had to wonder why they did it. Not that they would even know why; he didn't remember his past life where he'd been killed. All he knew was whatever killed him had gone straight through his heart. Surely that meant he had to have died quick. Hopefully. He'd rather not imagine himself… Or whoever they were, dying a painful and slow death.

He had a lot to do that day, a bunch of challengers were meant to come in to face him, and he'd usually be excited, fired up. But the pain that seared from his scar all morning had put him into a sour mood. He wondered if there was a way to rid himself of the bothersome scar, but deep down he knew there wasn’t a way. There were other people before him, people who tried to get rid of their scars and rid themselves of the weight of knowing your soulmate was somewhere out there, and that person killed you. 

With a hefty sigh, Raihan stood up and grabbed his pokeballs to place in his holder. The sooner this day was over, the sooner he could put something hot on his chest to distract himself and maybe ease the annoying feeling the scar insisted on plaguing him with that day in particular. 

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“You have one more challenger,” one of Raihan’s trainers said to the gym leader as he took a swig of water. 

He’d faced about a handful of challengers, and for his gym being the final gym, that was actually quite a bit in one day. He struggled to stay excited and enthusiastic through each fight, which he won with ease, as with each person he beat, his chest scar would throb a bit more. It sort of made him more alert, however, considering it had never been this constant and this bad in the past. It almost triggered something of a fight or flight response in him, and he felt a bit guilty as he was fairly sure it had made him a bit more intense during battle than usual. 

“Welp,” Raihan pushed himself off the stone wall he leaned against beneath one of the tapestries, “Bring ‘em in then.” 

The tall man wasn’t expecting much. He was fully prepared for the final challenger to be younger, like the rest of the people he had faced today. Young teens, the oldest one had to have been about 14. He was fully prepared to watch them lose to one of his gym trainers, or for them to beat them all only to lose to him. It would have been boring sure, but he may have just preferred it to go how he was expecting it to go. 

A trainer walked in, but they weren’t a young teenager or kid like he was expecting. They had to be his age, or just about. That wasn’t the thing that caught him off guard however, as people of all ages joined the gym challenge. What caught him off guard was the sudden sharp jab he felt in his chest, right where the scar was. The thing that had been bothering him all day, and had been flaring up in the recent weeks.

It wasn’t the same sharp feeling he’d been feeling the whole time and before, it was much more intense. He almost thought for a minute that it wasn’t a phantom pain he was feeling and that someone had actually come up to stab him or shoot him, or whatever it was that made the scar, in his chest. It was a white-hot pain for barely more than a second. But it was enough to knock the wind out of the man for a moment. When that pain subsided, which it did rather quickly, it was replaced with a warm feeling that was different than the hot pain; it was comforting. It was the nicest feeling he’d had all day, to be frank, and honestly, he couldn’t remember having felt such a nice feeling in his life before.

In the back of his mind, he knew exactly why he suddenly felt that way when he looked at you, the trainer who had just walked in- and was now in a battle with his trainers. But he didn’t want to think about it or admit it. Because that was messy; and as much as he thought he was going to hate whoever ended up being that soulmate, he didn’t feel hatred when he looked at you. He hated that. 

So you made it through his trainers. And when you came up to face him and met his eyes, an emotion he felt was suddenly reflected in your own. You realized it too. You realized who he was. Not just Raihan, the gym leader, but Raihan; the man in your previous lives that you killed. Your soulmate. 

And as guilty as you felt, even if you had no idea in your past lives why you had killed him, something also felt right about looking into his cyan eyes. And you knew, he realized the same things you had:

You had both just found your dreaded soulmate. And that was scarier than you’d both expected.

[set-phasers-to-whump]

impaling

prompt: impaling

whumpee: will riker

fandom: star trek tng

hi folks it’s me here with another whumpee with like three other fans! if you’re one of them hi hi hi it’s been a hot second since i’ve written riker but i will always love to hurt him :) i hope you like this fic!

Several members of the Engineering division had been working on an experiment for a few days now. Riker had figured it was about time that he checked it out, if only to have something to say to Data during their shift when he inevitably brought up Geordi’s involvement. 

It was a weird-looking thing. Various lengths of thin metal rods stuck out from a wall in one of the lab rooms. Strings of something were looped around the rods, with some kind of glowing material traveling along them. Riker stepped closer, touching one of the strings. A jolt of electricity zapped his fingers, and he pulled them away in surprise. He made up his mind to not touch anything else, and turned around to comm Geordi and ask him what all this was. 

Just then, the ship jolted sharply, like it’d been hit, and he went stumbling backwards, slamming into one of the metal rods. 

The rod caused only a minor ache in his back, so he stepped forward, intending to rush to the Bridge and see what was going on. But the second he moved his foot, something was...pulling? on his shoulder, effectively trapping him to the wall. He reached up with his left hand to hit his communicator, and suddenly his shoulder exploded into pain. 

He turned his head to look at it, then immediately wished he hadn’t. It had barely hurt before he’d looked. 

The metal rod was sticking clean through his left shoulder, its tip gleaming red with blood, which he could see steadily dripping down his shirt, darkening its red color. 

It hurt. His shoulder felt like it was burning, a white-hot pain that made him wish he’d passed out. He could feel the blood dripping down his back as well as his front, sticky and warm and altogether an extremely discomforting situation. He made a soft noise of pain that could have generously been called a wince. 

Who the hell gets impaled on a starship? he wondered briefly, and half-grinned to himself at the absurdity of the situation. It was better than crying about it, anyway.

“Commander Riker, report.”

He groaned. I want to report, he thought at Captain Picard’s voice, but certain circumstances have made that impossible. His left arm refused to move, and he worried that moving his right would only twist the metal inside of him and make everything worse. He hoped that his silence would serve as a good enough cry for help. 

“Commander Riker. Report.” The Captain’s voice was straddling the line between angry and worried. “Commander.”

The room fell silent as Picard stopped talking, leaving only the unsettling sound of his own blood steadily dripping onto the floor. Riker hoped the silence meant that someone was coming to get him. 

Moments later, the door to the lab slid open. Riker glanced to it, relieved when he saw the familiar shape of Captain Picard.

“Captain,” he said, in a voice much weaker than he’d ever admit to using. He’d never been so glad to see anyone in his life.

“Will,” said Picard, reaching for his combadge. “Picard to Crusher.”

“Dr. Crusher here.”

“I’m with Commander Riker in Lab Four. He’s been impaled on a metal rod.”

There was a brief moment of silence. “Impaled?”

“Yes. You may want to come down here, he’s lost quite a bit of blood already. I don’t know that moving him is the thing to do.”

“On my way.”

“Y’r....not gonna move me?” Riker asked. He didn’t like the sound of that. How was he supposed to get help if he couldn’t move? Was he dying?

Picard, evidently sensing his fear, quickly said, “We will move you. Dr. Crusher simply needs to figure out how.” 

“Okay.” That sounded better than dying, anyway. 

Dr, Crusher herself arrived a couple seconds later, hurrying over with a variety of medical supplies in her arms and a look of worry on her face.

“How did this happen?” she asked gently, checking his vitals.

Suddenly, he recalled the ship’s sudden movement, and a jolt of worry went through him. What had happened? Had they been hit? 

“Wh’ happened? Ship moved.”

“We brushed against the edge of a geomagnetic storm. I suppose you were unlucky enough to be standing in front of this contraption at the time,” said Picard, looking warily at said contraption.

Riker nodded slightly. “Fell back on ‘t. Didn’t even feel it at first. Then I looked.”

Dr. Crusher made a noise of sympathy from where she was inspecting the wound. She poked around it for a few seconds and pressed something to it (which hurt, despite his best efforts to appear to the other two that it hadn’t). “We need to cut this metal away from the wall,” she decided.

“Why?” Riker asked, as Picard went to get the necessary tool. 

“I don’t want to take you off of this rod, not yet. We’ll keep it in you until we get you to Sickbay, and then I’ll remove it.”

That sounded like a suitable plan, he decided. Sickbay sounded like the best place in the universe to him at the moment. 

Picard returned with some cutters just as Dr. Crusher was saying, “Will, you’re going to have to stay awake for this.”

He nodded. He didn’t particularly like that fact, but he understood well enough that if he were knocked out, he’d slump over and probably only make his injury worse. Granted, he wouldn’t be awake to feel it…

The actual cutting of the metal took only a second, but as soon the piece inside him was disconnected from the wall, he almost collapsed to the ground, crying out in pain as the movement jostled the metal rod. He would have completely collapsed, had Picard not caught him. Apparently his legs hadn’t been holding his body up so much as the metal had been forcing him to stand. 

An arm wrapped around his right shoulder, taking on his weight, and a hand grabbed his left hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“Dr. Crusher to Transporter Room Two. Three to beam directly to Sickbay.”

The second they arrived, people were rushing up to them with all manner of supplies, and they sat him down on a table, and suddenly the metal rod was being pulled out of him, excruciatingly slowly and painfully, and quite a bit of blood went along with it, and he wondered whether or not that was supposed to happen, and then finally he felt the prick of a hypo, and finally the pain stopped.

aaa thank u for reading this!!! dw he is fine i just get tired of writing hospital waking up scenes lmao. 

[funeralprocessor]

Games & Canon

I was having a talk with someone about the Elder Scrolls, and a weird topic cropped up: video games as a medium have kind of a weird relationship with their own canon. Every medium has a certain degree of separation from the “real”, intended form of the story and its setting, for instance a movie having cheap/bad effects, but games are the only one I can think of where they routinely depict things that are just straight up wrong or not actually present, where the work can essentially be non-canon to itself, either through technical/developmental limitations or conceits of the medium/genre/etc. The Elder Scrolls is a good example, because Tamriel is implied to be a much larger, fuller world than we’re shown. The Imperial City having more than a handful of buildings, or there being more bandits than citizens in Skyrim. Obviously the technology to really show the world they want to in a AAA format just isn’t there yet and certainly wasn’t there for older entries in the franchise, but it goes beyond that, especially for the fandom. There’s a sizable contingent of TES fans who hold that the games only get the broadest strokes right, with most of the “actual” timeline of events playing out fairly differently. For instance, assuming that the player characters not only don’t do every possible quest available to them but rather do very few outside their main stories, with most of them being done by unnamed third parties or simply going unresolved. Magic is another bugbear that seems to be contentious, with in-universe descriptions of learning and casting often sounding not at all like what we do in the game. Of course there are people who take it too far and say that nothing in the games is representative of the truth, or go the opposite route and say that the games are the only canon that matters and any IU sources or word of god are unreliable. That’s a little complicated in the case of TES because there are a lot of implications that the quirks of the medium *do* exist in universe to some extent, but the ambiguity is enough that debate can be had Respawns/extra lives/reloading is a medium conceit that is an integral part of most games, but probably not actually how things work in universe. Something like Hotline Miami where death is constant and restarts frequent, but where in the true form of the story Jacket never dies. Same for Doomguy, Laura Croft, Leon Kennedy, really any character where the narrative doesn’t acknowledge their deaths. Some games have settings/canon loose enough and cartoony enough that you really can’t tell if something like a 1up or extra life is something that actually exists in universe or not, and some do actually make some effort to explain death not being the end for you and incorporate it into the setting. For example, bonfires from Dark Souls or the new-U stations in Borderlands. Except that last one isn’t actually true, because for some reason Gearbox not only went out of their way to make an IU explanation for respawning, but drew attention to it with bright colors and constant quips. You even know who in-world makes them! But then they decided that they don’t actually exist and that you never really died throughout the whole trilogy. It’s largely to circumvent questions about certain plot points and make character deaths feel substantial, but it just strikes as a really bizarre move that again raises the question of where the fuck canon begins and ends. 

On a similar vein, anyone who’s ever played a JRPG, particularly the more old school ones, will know the slight dissonance and frustration of having items and services that can resurrect your dead (and I mean definitely telegraphed as dead, following behind you in a coffin dead) party members only to be confronted with an NPC death that’s treated as a big deal. Like Sephiroth stabbing Aeris kills her for real, but him stabbing Cloud to death in their later fight is an easy fix. There was a game I don’t recall the name of where you have to help a king who’s dying. Dying of what, you ask? Why, snake venom. But none of the fistfuls of antidote I was carrying when I met him could quite do the trick. 

I once got into an argument with someone over whether or not the For Honor setting had magic. I said no, not really, but they insisted that it did, because of the various energy effect cosmetics, emotes,etc. I said that those were clearly not actually things happening in the game, just decorative gewgaws to show off your character, but he said that they very much were real things happening in the game because they *do* happen in the game and nothing ever contradicts that. And I couldn’t really argue with him. Why say one cosmetic is invalid pseudo-canon but not others? Things like that, elements of the systems/mechanics of games that aren’t totally abstracted from the world and thus could be canon, I don’t know what to think about. 

[liyuesbian]

exactly!! xingqiu kokomi besties agenda now. i've seen both of those fanarts and T-T they're fantastic, I hope hydro archon would be a fan of xingqiu's books too lollll. @ the modern aus....your mind is Huge. I Love beta-reader/fan Kokomi but the editor one too?? AAAAAA anyways kokomi can be chivalric with Xingqiu without worrying about social interaction because Xingqiu does enough sweet talking for the both of them, and they can be smart together and discuss books it's the perfect duo

ALSO YOUR KOKOSARA ANGST CONCEPT godtier man... both fit so well wtf I haven't read sara or kokomi's story/voicelines but hhhh; sara definitely strikes me as someone who's super direct + honest, she's blunt and perhaps ruthless and tactless, but also someone who lays everything out plainly for a fair fight instead of biding her time in the dark and waiting for the perfect moment to strike like kokomi does... anyways it really fits and if you ever write that... i'm all for it o-o. kokomi villain/morally gray arc start! the perfect angst moment when the hero turns into a villain and breaks their friendship with the other side 👌

oK but the kokotao headcanons,,,, i love them!! dying for a genshin group paintball fight now too lmaooo they would totally make a mean, mean combo. you are so right about hu tao being chaotic/kokomi being strategic, and the business au? Good Stuff. anyways i'm totally on board with this crack rarepair lolll (oh also hu tao giving kokomi energy, making her laugh or teasing her and relaxing/refreshing kokomi before she needs to give a speech or talk to people 🥺 i love that)

(livestream ask) All the pieces of Kazuha and his friend are so sad but so good rip,,, beautiful but makes my heart sore sdjfjsd

- mystic

yep yep!! i stand by kokomi-xingqiu best friends and editor/reader agenda lmao they're such nerds :P

(also side note: i got the 5 extra wishes in the shop the other day plus a few from the event and managed to get enough primos for a 10 pull and i finally got kokomi!! eee super happy)

aaa you read their characters well methinks! hngggg i wasn't gonna write it but i've been reading a lot of pyresque's work on ao3 recently and i'm rly tempted to do a full-blown fic (with chapters)... but i just know it'll be left as an unfinished project 😅 i'm not good with working on long projects, especially if there's no deadline

me too i am willing to be the captain that sails this ship and will 100% go down with it if ever it sinks :p (aww yeah! we love gfs who hype each other up)

(re: livestream ask) exactlyyy everything was so beautiful and the genshin fandom is so bloody talented <33 made my heart both sore and soar with pride lol