#i may not know much about love. But whatever i have with them is what i imagine love to be.

[lilac-sweet]

I’ve seen a lot of posts discussing whether Solas and Mythal’s relationship was romantic in nature, or it was some kind of mother/son deal, but I think the answer is a lot simpler and staring us all in the face: Solas was Mythal’s dog.

So a lot has been said about how toxic Mythal and Solas’ relationship was, and I’m not gonna get into all that. What I will say, is that I believe the relationship’s power imbalance may have become gradually bigger after Solas took physical form at Mythal’s behest.

When Solas said: “I will always follow where you go���, we should take note of the word “follow”. Solas did not lead with the other Evanuris; he followed Mythal and had her markings on his face. Much like how Ghilan’nain followed Andruil, yet their relationship was romantic, and Ghilan’nain quickly agreed to take on a leadership role when offered. Solas did not. We don’t know whether he was never offered one or that he simply had no desire to lead (both might be true), but the disparity between Mythal and Solas’ positions were noted by those around them, and was interpreted (we hear it from Elgar’nan) as Solas being Mythal’s “lapdog”. This interpretation seemed to be the general consensus- proven by the many dog-like statues in Mythal’s temple, and Solas symbolically becoming known as a canine.

We don’t know how Solas felt being compared to a dog - perhaps the comparison seemed flattering/ less condescending in the beginning: we know that there are strong bonds between people and their animals in dragon age: Davrin and Assan, Kell and Hafter, and the general lore about Marbari dogs. “Turlum” is a powerful thing (as we see with Davrin and Assan) and may have been exactly how they felt about each other.

When we explore the lighthouse we come across a piano and a codex entry called “memories of a duet”:

the relief of private achievement, away from well-meant misunderstanding and mindless worship; an unspoken joy in the center of rising, perfect echoes.

Finally, a beloved memory surfaces. A smiling glance, meeting at a crescendo; a shared moment of understanding; seeing completely, and being wholly seen.

This entry seems to sum up their relationship quite well: “away from well-meant misunderstanding” (could refer to a romantic interpretation of their relationship), and “seeing completely, and being wholly seen.” (Turlum)

Whatever the relationship had started as, the power imbalance seems to have reached a peak around the time the Evanuris decided they wanted to lead their people as gods. We don’t know whether there actually was a power difference between the Evanuris and the rest of the elves when they were all spirits: my guess is there was one, but not a huge one: perhaps the difference between a normal person and a mage. When the Evanuris decided they were gods, they made a hard line in the sand: separating themselves from their people, and separating Mythal from Solas. This is also where the “lapdog” comment from Elgar’nan seems incredibly condescending.

The markings on his face no longer symbolize devotion, but ownership. He burns them off and instead of a dog becomes a wolf (using the allegory of Elgar’nan). An obvious metaphor here is that the markings symbolize a dog collar.

He frees the elves but becomes an unwilling symbol himself, thus separating him from his people after already having been separated from the Evanuris. The man literally becomes a lone wolf.

However, Mythal and Solas’ love for each other continues, and is obviously still strong when Solas asks Mythal to run away with him (at this point he must feel desperately lonely). What happens to Solas when Mythal dies can only be imagined: there’s a reason why Assan follows Davrin in death.

For the first time in his physical life he is truly alone and has to figure out who he is without Mythal. The only role he has ever known away from her, is the rebel leader. He doubles down on his efforts to stop the Evanuris and destroys the world of the elves in the process. His grief and regret over Mythal and the home of the elves chart his course from when he wakes up until inquisition.

With a friendly inquisitor and especially a romanced Lavellan he finds a new role, or rather, he rediscovers himself before Mythal: a spirit of wisdom. For the first time in a long time he also finds a companion: someone he can rely on. Someone who eases that lonely ache he must have felt for millennia.

There are many cool aspects of the Crestwood scene (romanced Lavellan), but the one I want to highlight is Solas’ reaction to the vallaslin: when he decides to tell her the truth of who he was/is, but chickens out the last second. He panics and the fact that he immediately jumps to the vallaslin says something about how tied it is to him psychologically. He doesn’t force Lavellan to get rid of it, but he certainly does his very best to convince her. It is the moment Solas truly sees Lavellan as his mirror image and his equal. She is another lone wolf, mindlessly worshipped and ostracized, but she still wears that damn collar.

I am convinced Solas knows rationally that the vallaslin no longer means what it once meant - Lavellan can even insist the Dalish have reclaimed it, and he still tries to convince her to get rid of it, because to HIM it symbolizes enslavement and it is a painful reminder of his own ties to Mythal (it is an even stronger parallel if the inquisitor drinks from the well and has Mythal’s markings).

This is also the difference between Mythal and Lavellan: one is the master (with every connotation) the other another wolf.

In conclusion: Mythal and Solas had the relationship of a master and their dog: a relationship that many with pets themselves can relate to, both in the aspect of devotion, companionship, and in the power imbalance. In a way the “mother” interpretation isn’t far off - it just so happens that Solas is a fur baby.

[myalgicpierrot]

Plain text: They run away from moose like girls. they think a sheet of glass is adequate protection from being shot in the face by gang bangers and their recipes include fresh urine. What the hell is up with New Jersey's finest punk metallers? roars: Cardinal Doran. Snapping fingers: Brother Naki. "The Spanish Inquisition: You ask, they squirm" My Chemical Romance.

Why are you guys soooooo cool?? - Thomas, via email

Gerard: "We can answer this question. (Massive pause.) Er, shit. Let me answer this with a question, "Why is Brody Dalle from The Distillers so hot?" (Another massive pause.) I guess we're cool because we're just like Thomas. Unless he's a serial killer or something. We're just the kids who didn't fit in at school and that's how we found each other. We were always on the outside looking in and it depends on whether you think that's cool or not." Hammer: Off stage though and outside of music, who is the coolest, the most goddamn suave when chatting to the ladies? All bar Mikey in unison: "Mikey." Hammer: Is it your uncanny Jarvis Cocker impersonation? Mikey: "Yeah dude, it gets them every time. No it's Bob; the ladies are suckers for his beard." Hammer: They suck his beard? He must have some good lines.

Gerard, have you any plans to do any more artwork for future albums and how much would it cost to get you to play in my front room? - Name taken, via Hammer message board

Gerard: "Yes and 20 bucks." Hammer: I suppose there may be people who don't know that you do all the artwork. Gerard: "I did the art for both of the records. The first one - '1 Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love' - because I didn't want photographic artwork, so we got the picture, photocopied it, put some Ajax on it and put some cellophane on that. It's not actually a digital image like most people think. Then the second album - 'Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge was all done in watercolours and paint. And, yes, I want to do all of our album covers. I don't get chance to do half as much artwork as I'd like." Hammer: Talking of front rooms, what's the smallest gig you've ever played since you've been releasing records? Ray: "We played a basement in Philly in front of five people, a major record label rep and a homeless person." Frank: "The homeless guy had a tape recorder tied on a string round his neck; he bootlegged the gig and then tried to sell it back to us afterwards. It was very enterprising of him."

Have you ever thought of doing a cover? - The Drifter, via Hammer message board

Gerard: "Well we did. We played 'Jack The Ripper', a Morrissey b-side, at the same time the first record was out because we just didn't have enough songs. We did that for years cos we only had five songs and our sets would have been over too quickly." Hammer: We tend to hate it when bands do either exact copies of songs or when they do really obvious songs; what rules do you think apply to cover versions? Ray: "The band you cover have got to be over and done with or at least on their 10th album or whatever." Frank: "Yeah, so like it doesn't matter if it's Aerosmith - not that you should try to do an Aerosmith cover anyway - but how are you going to improve that?" Mikey: "Johnny And Mary' by Placebo (originally by now deceased suave ladies man, Robert Palmer - OAP Ed) is an interesting cover." Ray: "Just don't do anything obvious. Not covering a hit should be another rule. Placebo also covered 'Where Is My Mind' by The Pixies (American rock heroes that influenced Nirvana) and you can't do that. How many bands do that song? Too many."

Gerard, how do you feel about the comment that you look like Drew Barrymore in ET? - Ant, Birmingham

Gerard: "Where does this come from?" Hammer: I think it was originally from a Hammer live review ages ago. Gerard: "I always get compared to some Hollywood starlet or other. Especially Christina Ricci." Hammer: I'm never going to be able to watch the bit where she does that really sexy tap dance, wearing that amazingly short skirt in Buffalo 66 ever again.

What do you feel about the claim that you are goths? - Ali, from Reading

Gerard (who is dressed entirely in black, has long black hair and loads of make up on to appear like he has the three day dead eyes of a ghoul): "It doesn't really bother us. I think it comes from our song 'Vampires Will Never Hurt You'. I mean, I always dress in black; the whole of the band always dress in black but that isn't really goth to me. Bauhaus were goth; the Sisters of Mercy are goth. I think it has more to do with the sound of the music and our sound is more punk rock. All that goth music is good stuff though; I just don't think we sound like that."

Why not play a show in Iceland? It's not a bad idea. - Icelandic name, Iceland

Gerard: "I would love to." Frank: "I've heard it's fucking beautiful." Gerard: "We're always up for doing stuff like that in different countries and what I always say is 'If you can find a promoter who is willing to bring us over then we'll do it."

Hey guys, sorry to ask the obvious but what happened to Matt (the band's dour and slightly older ex-drummer)? - Alexandra Rose, via Hammer message board

Gerard: "We'd rather not talk about this because we're not a shit-talking band." Frank: "It's just not anyone's business. We don't feel we need to talk about stuff like this." Hammer: Well, I'll turn the question around: Can you tell us about the background of your new member Bob, who's replaced him? (The entire band turn round to Bob, who is dozing in the corner with his hoody pulled up, and laugh.) All: "Bob, what's your background!" Bob (groggily): "I started playing drums when I was three and then after school, I worked my way into the music business, working in music stores and record shops. I started doing drum tech stuff and I always ended up hanging around with My Chemical Romance whenever I worked with them.”

(splash quote) "I just rolled the window up. I couldn't think of anything else to do. 'Phew. I'm safe from the .375 gun now that I've rolled the fucking window up.’”

What are MCR's favourite sandwich fillings? - Your biggest fan, Northern Ireland

Rae: "Turkey and Gruyere." Frank: "Eggplant (Aubergine – American Ed) and parmesan." Mikey: "Grilled cheese and tomato." Hammer: Ah, poor man's pizza. Bob: "Tuna mayonnaise." Hammer: While we're on the subject, who is the best cook in the band? Ray: "Well, I know that Bob can actually cook. Bob, how do you cook them steaks?" Bob: "I get some steak and some vinegar and some other shit. I could tell you but I'd have to kill you. Shit, I don't know, I can cook really good if I've got a book in front of me." Gerard: "Next time I'm over I'm going to cook all of Metal Hammer's readers a chick pea curry, It tastes really good." Frank: "If you are making a chicken Caesar salad you should put powdered onions into the dressing and it tastes really nice. Hammer: Onions? In powder form? Really? What kind of insanity is that? Frank: "You guys don't have powdered onions? You are so BC. Hammer: Goddamnit. You can't speak to a member of Her Majesty's Metal Press like that. But let me know where we can get this shit, we're thinking of launching a sister title Metal And Modern Cookery Hammer All: "Awesome!

To the guy with the big hair (Ray), do you actually Iron Maiden or are you just being cool? - Insane Angel, via Hammer message board Ray:… Gerard: "Woah!" Bob: "Ha! Ha! Ha! Ray:… (starts shaking) Frank: "Oh my God!" Ray:… (smoke starts pouring from his ears) Mikey: "What a fucking question" Ray (with barely controlled anger, through gritted teeth): "No. I hate them. They're fucking shit. That's a fucked up question you shit head!" Gerard: "To be fair it's a valid question. You do see a lot of young chicks wearing Maiden t-shirts who are just doing it because it is a fashion thing to do." Hammer: So we can safely assume you are all Maiden fans? All: "Dude! Of course!" Hammer: In that case can you all give me a surprising Bruce Dickinson fact? Mikey: "He was an Olympic fencer." Ray: "He wrote books on how to get on in the music biz." Gerard: "He is a trained pilot dude!" Frank: "Do you know how in the 70s Bowie started thinking he was Ziggy Stardust? Well, I think Bruce Dickinson is the same with Lord Iffy Boot Race (Main character from Dicko's comedy novels)."

How do you feel about the criticism you receive from the metal community? - Chris, via email

Gerard: "I'm not sure what he's talking about. If he means about the people who remember us from being in a hardcore band who call us faggots on the internet then we're not really bothered. We get called faggots a lot but, you know, so what? Generally we tend not to read about ourselves. Live reviews are handy because you can learn stuff from them but generally not."

(splash quote) "There were five people and a homeless guy at the gig. The homeless guy bootlegged the gig and tried to sell it to us afterwards." (close-up photo captioned "Gerard knows the Way. To wear makeup.")

Do you consider yourselves a metal band? - Grace, London Gerard: "Metal is a big influence. If you think about the power, the screaming, the guitars etc then it is quite metal but it sounds like punk to me." Mikey: "We're also metal in the sense that we've a lot of metal on our instruments and I have quite a lot on my belt buckle as well." Gerard: "If we're metal then we're very traditionally metal. Iron Maiden are an influence as are Helloween, don't ever forget Helloween!" Hammer: In that case, is your song 'Thank You For The Venom' an ABBA style tribute to the large haired black metal poodle rockers from Newcastle, England? Gerard: "Eh?" Hammer: It doesn't matter. Gerard: "That song is a sarcastic statement, a bit like saying 'Thanks for ruining my life'. It was something I had written on my t-shirt the first ever gig we played."

What would you do if you ever encountered a moose? Would you run like a girl or stand and face it like a man? - Goldfinger, via Hammer message board Frank: "Has Goldfinger ever seen any mooses?" Mikey: "That isn't the plural of moose. It's moosi." Gerard: "Fuck off, it's meese." Frank: "Has Goldfinger ever seen a flock of meese advancing on him? It's a terrifying sight. They aren't small creatures. You would just run off like a girl or a boy. What does running like a girl mean anyway?" Mikey: "I've seen one. I'd run like a girl for sure. They're massive. If you run over one you're fucked. They come in through your windscreen kicking." Bob: "People think that moose are really gentle and goofy but they aren't; they're fucking animals." Hammer: What is the most exotic piece of wildlife you've ever encountered on tour? Gerard: "I saw some grizzly bears in Canada." Ray: "I saw a coyote." Bob: "Ray saw this girl in Chicago. She was fucking exotic." Ray: "Oh shit. She pelted me with chicken-flavoured crackers. Do you remember the homeless lady as well? She was this really old lady with this faint voice that I found when I was getting on the tour bus one night. She said, 'Can I sleep here tonight?' and I was like, 'No way lady, get the hell off the bus.' And then I realised that she had wrenched the window off the side of the bus to get in." Hammer: You have more stories about homeless people than any other band that we've met. Gerard: "That's because they are our core audience." Mikey: "We're very attractive to them because we dress like homeless people." Hammer: I saw a moose once. It was bearing down on me with a semi-on and a heart full of hatred. Gerard: "You're making this up aren't you?" Hammer: Er, yes.

Do you like the French? - Paul, Kingston Upon Thames Gerard: "Oh. That is such a loaded question." Frank: "Well, I'm going to say no because when we've toured there they've never been anything but mean to us." Hammer: Well, you're in good company. I know Andrew Eldritch, from the Sisters Of Mercy, said if he had one wish he would make France sink into the sea except for all of the pretty girls aged between 18 and 26, who he would levitate to safety." All, cracking up: "Awesome!" Hammer: Yeah, they are an easy target. Wasn't it Donald Rumsfeld who said that going to war in Iraq without the French was like going hunting without an accordion? Frank: "Brilliant."

Can you clear this up for us once and for all; which one of the Village People was actually gay? - Iron Monkey, via Hammer message board Gerard (without pause): "The Construction Worker."

You guys rule live. What British band would you like to play with in the future? - Hollow Man, via Hammer message board Frank: "Muse." Mikey: "Muse." Ray: "Funeral For A Friend." Gerard: "Yeah, Funeral For A Friend again."

Have any of you ever been shot and/or stabbed? - Andy, Bristol Ray: "We nearly got shot recently. We were stuck in a traffic jam and our manager got into this argument with these Puerto Rican guys and told them to go fuck themselves. They pulled up next to us and got a gun out. Our manager was trying to grab the gun. I thought we were fucked for sure." Bob: "I just rolled the window up. I couldn't think of anything else to do. 'Phew. I'm safe from the .375 gun now that I've rolled the fucking window up.'" Hammer: Were you scared? Bob: "Nah, I'm full of piss and vinegar." Hammer: Ah ha! So that's what's in your secret steak marinade! Bob: "Shit yeah! I piss on my steak. Now I'm gonna have to kill you."

Rock journalists suck big dogs' cocks. And they smell. Really bad. Like burning ammonia. Take over by asking the questions that matter to you. See www.metalhammer.co.uk/spanish for who the Inquisition are gonna be quizzing in the coming months and how to ask your questions. Arriverderch.

MCR for Metal Hammer, Issue 133, December 2004 🩸 #Revenge20

📸 via Naki

[euphoria-looney]

Hold Me, Console Me, And then I’ll Leave Without a Trace, No One Noticed by The Marias

Before we start this has many ideas for authors and some are specific, so if you notice “Hey that looks like what idea I put into my post” PLEASE TELL ME, I would love to give you credit, bc I probably would have never made this without it!

and greatgooglymoogly (my friend, I don't discriminate against other greatgogglymoogly's) if you see this scroll, admire how aesthetic this post is and scroll./j

(This has a mother!darling and a daughter!darling, and they are separate from the reader- unless you decide they aren’t 😍😍)

gn!reader (if I accidentally make them seem too feminine, I’m sorry 😞)

So Much More.

Pt. 1

All my life, I held onto this thin piece of thread called hope. It started off as a rope, almost strangled myself with it, but as time went on and as it started dwindling down, it started snapping.

So, now, the only thing that kept this “rope” connected was a thin piece of thread, too bad, it broke. Due to people who were honestly victims.

Bruce Wayne.

Everyone knows him, who cares if you love him, who cares if you hate him, I mean eat the rich, and who cares if you don’t care about him. To me, he’s a good-for-nothing sperm donor who was also my landlord.

My dear mother, (M/N) (L/N). What a diva she was. She gave me everything and so much more. She embraced me in such comfort that I could feel myself slipping when it disappeared from right under me.

Gotham City is one of the many crime-raided cities there is in the world, anything could go wrong.

Luckily for momma, she died through a natural death, unluckily for me, she was my everything. I mean really, a child no older than 4 frantically searching for something, anything. Desperation creeping in, dialing an emergency call, with terrible service and small fat fingers that didn’t even know how to operate such a stupid telephone that only worked if you used it at an angle.

May my dearest momma lay in a field of flowers, sunlight kissing her skin, that was the fantasy she told me she’d love to take me to. Something Gotham City could only be reached if there was no such thing as heroes, villains, or vigilantes.

If it wasn’t for my appearance I’d would had gone to an orphanage, th officer or whatever he was, Gorgan? Gordon? Doesn’t matter, he called him someone.

a man who seemed so formal and elegant showed up, he would be my father figure, for the time I would spend in the manor. Since, it just so happens I had a 100 percent match with a certain millionaire, billionaire. The man that showed up was none other than my light in the dim, depressing place.

Alfred, the butler for the Bruce Wayne.

Ecstatic, I was, that’s when the rope appeared, my thoughts ran rapid.

Do I have siblings? How many? How’s my dad?

Questions after question, answered with… I hope you���re hungry for…

nothing 😐-

Alfred had answered all my questions, of course I met them all… eventually,

Richard, other wise known as “Dick”

He tried to give the impression to the family as a caring big brother. Well, not to me obviously. When he first met me, his first words were “Who’s the kid?”

“Who’s the kid?” Dick asked

“This is your new sibling, [name] Wayne”

He was there, for y’know that one second, moving on Tim.

Tim

I’ve never held a conversation with him, he breezed past me.

Jason.

BFFs, before he died, then came back to life, then shut me out.

Barbara, Cassandra, and Stephanie

Was my idol, but they stuck their head up so high that they didn’t notice me. Making her nothing more than a second thought in my head.

Duke

Sweet kid, from what I've seen in the shadows.

Damian

He really, broke me in, hell if anyone’s impacted me, it’s him.

degrading me like I was a bug infestation.

Then he stopped, saying “I don’t have time to waste on you.”

Are you kidding me?

I did everything and more for the attention of my family.

Sports? You name it. I probably did it.

Instruments? Do you even know how many medals I've won?

Singing and dance are challenging but that doesn't mean I'm not perfect to the T.

But nothing worked, it's funny you'd think, with how pathetic I am, especially with all these attempts that idiotic thin thread would've already snapped.

No.

Do you know what made it snap? [M/D] and [D/D]. (The second D- stands for darling)

The pair were everyone's obsession.

[M/D], Bruce Wayne's one true love, if this hasn't been obvious my mother was a fling/rebound of Mr. Wayne. [M/D], beautiful, kind, and the object in the family's eyes. It's quite sad if anything, she's like a caged bird.

[D/D], younger than Damian.

Oh, I haven't given you the age scale from oldest to youngest.

Dick and Barbara are the same age, being the oldest

Jason

Tim, Stephanie, and Cassandra

Me

Duke

Damian

[D/D]

Out of these many children. Three are blood-related with Bruce Wayne, Me, Damian, and [D/D].

I'm getting off track.

[D/D], adored, so small you'd want to keep her in your pocket.

One thing was clear about these two. They were everything to the Wayne family.

That's when the string broke.

They came probably by force and hated the very thing I wanted, attention, and love.

I wish I could say I hate them, as they were parallel to me and my mother.

My mother, who was the other woman.

My mother, who never held a grudge.

My mother, who died in a cold, dark room.

My mother, who could never see what type of person I am today.

But I couldn't hate them. I can't. They were the only other ones who gave me that family bond that wanted for so long.

It didn't help that they seemed to deem me to be the favorite. [M/D] loved to be my 'mother' and in her eyes, I was her favorite child, of course behind [D/D] since I was normal compared to them.

[D/D] If I'm near her, maybe grabbing a snack while the family is having 'family game night' she'd somehow spot me, giving that puppy-eyed look, pulling me to join them.

I would, if it's not for the way I would feel these eyes boring on me.

'Why do you have to be here, why are you ruining the moment, who are you?'

I'd pull my hand away, shaking my head, patting her hair, before making it back to the dim, dark hallway, so empty, that you could hear each echo of the step.

As I sit here complaining, at least today's, the day. I'm officially 18.

That's right. 18 years of age and everything I just wrote down has been a recap of my life.

This is my 14th journal. For each year that I've been in the manor, I had a journal, that captured each year of my life, from my emo phase to my popular phase, and now here, the year I graduate, the year that I officially move out.

My first journal was a composition journal, Alfred had no idea what I would like, everyone else was busy according to him, he gave me this journal and told me to write everything I felt, and nobody would ever see it. It's stained definitely. My first-ever entry was: "I wish I got a pet to keep me company, at least that would be better than this stupid silence."

Okay, so maybe there were a lot of spelling mistakes. I don't need to write it down. Even trying to decipher that whole sentence was hard. Not the point I would lose interest every few months before coming back to it. Then it became a hobby. It's very important to me.

I graduated yesterday, too bad nobody was there. Alfred was too busy to come to celebrate it, since graduations are long and take a while, his job came first before anything. Today is my birthday, it's a joke if anything. The day before my graduation is my birthday. I bought this journal yesterday as a little celebration gift and to me in general to celebrate my birthday.

That should be all for my entry.

Yours truly,

[Name] [Last Name]

-

Standing up I glance at my bookshelf filled with different genres of books, split into non-fiction and fiction. Journals filled with information from books, facts that mattered, and scenes that hit me deeply.

Junk journals, bullet journals, and the sheld that mattered the most to me.

My personal journals. 15 journals including the one that I was holding my hand.

A knock broke my thoughts, I slipped the journal I had in my hand onto the shelf before opening the door.

"Happy birthday, young master. I made a cupcake batch for you. Even an edible candle." He held cupcakes to me arranged so delicately with a candle on the center cupcake.

I'm going to miss him so much when I leave. So much so that I didn't even notice the tears slipping from my eyes.

"Oh dear, young master, I'm so sorry that I missed your graduation yesterday, and of course, the others wanted to be there- they were-"

"No, it's not that Alfred- Thank you so much, for everything." I engulfed him in a hug. Something I hadn't done since I was a child.

He held me and consoled me before leaving as it seemed [D/D] had adopted another feral animal or something like that.

I smiled and nodded at him when he apologized for having to go, shaking my head in understanding.

I looked over everything in my room. I would leave everything behind, including my journals. Even the newly bought one. If I was going to leave. I wanted to at least have something that showed.

I existed.

I would leave without a trace that I had left in the first place. And even leaving all these books here, I'm sure you couldn't even tell this would be a room without the bed, just some library with random entries from this random room.

Like a coward, I'll leave a letter for Alfred. For him, and only him.

With that, I bid the manor goodbye. With whatever presents I had anyway.

Also if this is cringy, just let me be delusional and believe that I ate this shit up.

Kind of new to how to format on Tumblr, and how to make posts pretty.

Anyway I wrote this with Grammarly so if you see any mistakes with the writing, I say "boo"

Hoped you enjoyed, bc I'm brewing up the next part... and also how to make a masterlist and all that jazz.

[kitkatkitzune]

BUILD-AN-ELIJAH

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Fem!reader

Summary: You give Elijah a teddy bear with a suit.

Warnings: Established relationship, Elijah being rich rich, Possible OOC!Elijah, Elijah loving his suits, Inconsistencies in the tense it’s written in (my bad, you should expect this by now.)

Notes: This picture of Daniel Gillies is so cute.

Word Count: 476

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“What is this, my love?” Elijah asks as you set a rather large cardboard box that was designed to look like a house in his lap.

“Please just open it, Elijah.” you smile, moving so you can sit on the arm of his chair.

He sighs, “I do not enjoy you spending your money on me.”

You roll your eyes, “You spoil me all the time ‘Lijah, besides, it's just a silly thing I think you may get a laugh out of…” you pout, “Please…”

Elijah shakes his head and presses a quick kiss to your lips, “I suppose since you asked so nicely.”

“Only you, Elijah Mikaelson, would complain about getting a gift.”

He chuckles and begins to open the box, he raises a brow when he sees what’s inside and turns to you, “Are you sure this is not meant for Hope?”

“Oh, I’m sure.”

Inside the box, there’s a light brown teddy bear dressed in a fancy looking dark grey suit with a black tie and matching dress shoes. A small smile tugs on his lips as he takes the bear fully out of the box.

He holds it up next to him, facing you, “Is this meant to be me?”

You bite your lip to try and stop your giggles but fail miserably. Elijah pushes the box off of him and pulls you into his lap.

He waits for your giggles to subside, raising a brow, waiting for your response.

You take a deep breath to calm your laughter, “I took Hope to the mall today and when I saw that little suit I couldn’t resist!”

Elijah hums and inspects the suit the bear is wearing, “I suppose we could pretend this is a Kiton or a Brioni… maybe even an Armani? Although this fabric does feel quite cheap.”

You laugh and roll your eyes, “Of course it feels cheap, it’s a fourteen dollar outfit for a teddy bear from a kids store!”

He clicks his tongue, “Now that just won’t do, I’ll get this little guy’s measurements and send them in for a custom suit.“

You hope that he is just joking but you can’t be too sure. You shake your head, “You have too much money you don’t even know what to do with it.”

He pulls you closer to him, “I know that I enjoy buying you whatever you want.”

“I have all I want,” you whisper before kissing him, “all I want is you.”

You then gesture to the stuffed animal, ”And for you to love the little teddy bear regardless of if he has a fancy suit or not.”

Elijah chuckles a bit, “I do love him but his wardrobe could use an upgrade.”

You sigh, “Fine, one suit.”

“Three.”

“Elijah.”

“A man needs options…”

“He’s a stuffed bear!” you giggle.

“I’ll settle for two.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

[phoenixeclipse-lmkau]

How did the warlords feel before and after the curse, if reader is very good at drawing? I imagine them after the curse, asking her to draw them.

Ooh a fun one! All of the asks are fun, but I like this one! And the others!

During the curse -

Macaque chirped curiously as he looked over your shoulder at the doodle you were drawing in the dirt. It looked… like him? Every line was drawn with precise precision. You were smiling as you drew along the dirt with a stick that you’d found.

“What do you think? Does it look like you?” You asked curiously and Macaque just stared, his tail wagging happily at how much it looked like him.

You laughed at his ‘response’ it did look mostly like him. He loved the sound of your laughter especially when it showed him just how happy you were. He loved you so much, you were so pretty and so adorable when you were smiling.

He loved his mate’s smile for sure but yours was softer and kinder, while Wukong’s was far more bold and loud. He could get used to seeing both for sure. Looking back at the ground he made a mental note that you liked to draw and you were good at it too. They could get you all the supplies that you want, that you may need to draw whatever you want.

He smiled thinking about how you and Wukong shared the same love for drawing. Adding your art to the walls of Water Curtain Cave would be wonderful, he wanted to see that so much. If you didn’t like the walls he could get you something else to draw on.

*CHIRP*

Thinking of his mate caused Macaque to look over at Wukong who looked at the drawing. He looked around it and glared.

“What did I not get it right?” You asked curiously.

Instead of chirping again he pointed at himself and Macaque couldn’t help but laugh alongside you. Of course his egotistical mate wanted to be drawn too, he was careful not to ruin your work but he was jumping around with irritation.

‘Where’s mine?’ Wukong chirped irritably and you laughed at his chirps.

“I can draw one for you two if you’d like,” You smile and he calmed down nodding his head.

With that you began to draw, as both monkeys watched you. Yeah, they would definitely get you supplies for drawing all you want.

After the curse –

Wukong watched as you stared at the paints in your lap. He held his breath as he watched you look at them closely, they were very expensive paints but he didn’t really care. No he wanted only the best for his darling.

“They’re pretty,” You muttered as you stared at them, you’d never had such vibrant paints before not in your world. Though in your world you didn’t have the time for painting at all. Now you had all the time you wanted to draw and paint, and you were even given all the supplies you could want.

“How did you know I liked to draw?” You asked curiously looking up at the two warlords who were sitting across the table from you.

“You drew us when you were traveling with Spirit,” Wukong mentioned and you tightened your grip on the art supplies.

You looked at the two, at first you didn’t believe them. There was no reason to believe that they were the same cubs you had cared for… and yet. They knew about what happened almost anything that happened in that time they were able to quote perfectly. Even Spirit admitted they were the same, but you didn’t want to believe it. You didn’t want to believe that the two you had cared for so much had burned an entire village and how they acted and spoke made it clear that it wasn’t the first.

“We remember everything from that time, and we remember how much you enjoyed drawing in the dirt. I think that some actual supplies would be good to use, you could draw anything you want,” Macaque said with a warm smile, a smile only for you and Wukong.

“Yes, and if you’d like this King would be more than pleased to pose for you,” Wukong bragged excitedly wagging his tail.

You’re eyes widened slightly at his statement, there was no way that Wukong would be patient enough to sit there while you drew him.

“I’ll pose anyway you want. Maybe a little bit of anatomy practice would help- ow! Macaque!” Wukong turned to Macaque rubbing the back of his head where Macaque had wacked it.

“Don’t be perverted, you know that Reader isn’t ready for that,” Macaque replied which resulted in a bickering match. All the while your face was flushed a bright red.

These two would love to know you like to draw. It would be something you share with Wukong and while Macaque likes to draw on occasion (we all know his skills). He still adores seeing you and Wukong having something in common.

Loved this ask! Also I am so sorry that I’m so slow with these! I’m trying to get through my current asks while I have the ask box closed. Again sorry this took so long! I hope you see this anon!

[aki-chan2014]

WTPR parenting headcanons (Hee-joo and Sa-eon)

So, as all (or at least most) of us are probably all emotionally devastated by Episode 10, I am putting together some headcanons about what I think Hee-joo and Sa-eon are like as parents. I had been sort of mulling some of these over for a while already, but before this weeks episodes I had been thinking of saving them until the series finished. But here we are now

This is imagining a happy ending for them, all the problems resolved....somehow. The details of how everything is solved really isn't important here, what's important is the fluff. Nonetheless, I will out this all under a keep reading since some spoilers may crop up. So, enjoy!!

I'm gonna be hella specific, and say they're going to have four children. I'd imagine they'd have more than one anyway, but I am also imagining their household as having a good kind of chaos. Noisy, lively, clearly a very warm and lived in household. But also just a bit silly. So, four children.

Because I like naming characters, I decided to give the specific kids of this headcanon list names. I don't know too much about Korean names except what I have gleaned through k-dramas, Korean crime novels, some other books, and various name websites and threads (the specific site I used to find these names is https://korean-name.com/en/ ). After considering the different names I've seen, I decided to do it where the boys have a shared syllable and the girls have a different shared syllable. So: Eldest son: Hae-young The twins: Hae-min (boy) and Ye-rin (girl) Youngest girl: Ye-seol

They also have a dog, as per that daydream scene. I don't know what the dog would be named, but the kids would name it and it would be such a bonkers name both parents are embarrased to yell it across the park when the dog inevitably bounds off to chase birds.

Though at this point, Hee-joo is speaking everywhere, she still teaches all four children sign language, and takes them to the Sign Language Center. They all love it there, and the workers at that center also all adore the children. The twins both volunteer there to help their university applications (they are both very ambitious and end up with the most 'prestiguous' life paths, but more of that later) But regardless, all four drop back into the sign language center to help out at various points during their adolescence and adulthood. And they do use sign language with each other quite a lot anyway. Despite Hee-joo speaking everywhere, she will still sometimes answer things in sign language anyway, out of instinct.

Just like Hee-joo and Sa-eon are a very cuddly couple, they are also very cuddly parents. Any opportunity to hug their kids (as long as they're comfy with it), they will take. On weekends, when there's nowhere to go and nothing to do, they will all camp out either in the parents' bed or one of the kids beds and have a 'cuddle in' (like a lie-in, but with cuddles and not technically being asleep). Hae-young will particularly inherit this tendency towards cuddliness, and ends up the most soft-natured of the four siblings overall. Also, all their formal family pictures have them with their arms around each other, leaning in, all genuine smiles. Nothing stiff about these pictures.

Sa-eon reads SO MANY parenting books when they're expecting Hae-young, and then finds special ones about twins when they're expecting the twins, and he uses them a LOT. Like, he will have pocket versions of the books (or maybe like, photocopied pages with highlighted sections) tucked away in his pocket and will actually whip them out and flip through them in the middle of like, a toddler tantrum or whatever, to work out how to deal with whatever part of parenting has got him flummoxed.

Hee-joo also carefully reads the parenting manuals, but is a bit more normal about it.

However, speaking of tantrums, Sa-eon ends up having some creative ways of dealing with them. He does have less patience overall, being the stricter parent, but he does his best to not resort to shouting or whatever. Some of his strategies are: 1)confusing the kid when he whips out a book to work out how to handle them. 2)picking them up and spinning them around, before putting them down again. Over time, this evolves into being called 'the washing machine' and occasionally, the kids will walk up to him like "daddy I'm [sad/angry/annoyed] can you put me in the washing machine?" so he pickes them up and spins them around to 'wash away the [bad feeling]' to make them giggle. Ye-seol asks for this the most. 3)Sometimes he'll just pick them up, walk a litle distance away, and put them down. If the twins are having a tantrum together, then picking up one of them and doing this usually works. 4)sitting down next to them and talking through their tantrum like he's in some kind of work meeting with them. Again, a strategy that works by confusing the kids at first. Then, as they become old enough to be able to talk about their feelings a little more (tho obvs still young enough to tantrum), they end up being able to have actual conversations, and this is what helps them calm down. Which also actually ends up helping their emotional intelligence in the long run. When they're older and past the tantrum stage, Hae-young and Hae-min continue the trend of having long heart-to-hearts with their dad as an extension of this (the daughters also talk to their parents, its just that the boys do it as a particlar Thing if that makes sense).

Hee-joo likes to walk to places with her kids, or just take them on nice walks to nowhere in particular. She absolutely does not like driving them, and so it is either Sa-eon or someone else in their close circle who drives the kids to things when necessary.

I also like to imagine they're a pretty outdoorsy family in general. They walk, they go to the park regularly, they walk the dog, they sometimes go camping etc etc. When the kids are a bit older, Sa-eon will try taking them on hikes. Only Ye-seol likes going on the really long hikes.

Hee-joo always tells her kids she loves them, whether in speech or in sign language. Though Sa-eon makes most of their school lunches, she packs them and leaves them cute little notes in their lunches. She also sings them lullabies most nights, especially when she has been worried about them. Though, when the kids are older, that's more she sings the lullabies in the general vicinity at bedtime rather than like, going into their rooms to rock them. Unless, of course, for some reason or another they do ask. She will make them lullaby recordings to take with them to overnights or (when they're old enough) to uni or whatever. Hae-young listens to his the most, quite openly, while Ye-seol also listens to hers the most, but secretly. The others don't listen to theirs just as much, but they keep their recordings carefully and do dig them out from time to time

Hee-joo cries on each kids' first days of school (not just first day of school overall, but also first day of middle school, high school, uni etc), and takes SO MANY pictures. She is the same with their graduations. Sa-eon puts on a stoic face, but is just as soppy once they've sent their kids through the school gates.

Hee-joo is the one who teaches the kids how to ride bikes and use skipping ropes and how to do the activities they do in sports days. Sa-eon tries, but he is so competitively hopeless about it, she has to take over. When they are little, the two girls LOVE going to the park to play games with Hee-joo.

When it comes to school stuff, on the surface Sa-eon seems harsh. It can seem he is nagging them a lot about studying, and that he's got high standards. However, when it comes down to it, he's not demanding perfection from them, but simply that they are trying. He won't dismiss a kid as stupid just because they don't 'get' something and woe betide anyone who tries to tell him his kids are stupid or not good enough. He will pull out all the stops to help them, and if he knows they tried hard, even if they get bad grades he won't be angry at them. (He definitely also regularly tells them that underestimating themselves is a bad habit)

Both parents trie to go to as many of the kids school events as they possibly can. Sa-eon collects their certificates, and displays them in his office. Not just the typical academic ones , but any achievement. Hae-young's certificates for 'being a caring classmate in elementary school have just as much importances as Ye-rin's prestigious maths comeptition cerficiates for the same age, for example.

Sometimes, if one of the kids is getting bogged down with studying quietly in their bedroom, he has them out in the kitchen while he is cooking, so he can be on hand to help. Indeed, in elementary school, all the kids do the majority of their homework in the kitchen under his supervision. Ye-seol is the one who, as she gets older, prefers studying in the kitchen the most.

Hee-joo has the same general 'try your best' mentality but she's more relaxed about it, and just fusses over them in general. She will absolutely tell them off for squeezing the toothpaste from the wrong part of the tube though.

Though all the kids know if they need help, their parents will always be there, they are not spoiled. Though they have priveliges associated with money, they are raised to know not to take it for granted and to appreciate it. They are expected to find their own path in life and be able to provide for themselves rather than solely relying on money/connections. It doesn't have to be a 'typical' path that standard parents might expect, as long as it doesn't break laws or harm anybody, but they do have to try to build their lives as adults. Sa-eon is very insistent about this in particular

Their birthday parties will never be ostenatious, over-the-top affairs for this very reason. However, both parents will find a way of making each child's birthday special, personalised to what the kid likes. With the twins, they will make sure each twin is honoured individually somehow, even if the actually birthday party itself is a shared one

Sa-eon teaches all the kids to cook. Of them all, Hae-min is the best at cooking, and Ye-rin the worst. But when they are old enough, they have a rotating schedule where, every so often, the kids do the cooking.

In-ah is absolutely the fun aunt. She regularly babysits so that Hee-joo and Sa-eon can have date nights or whatever, and she likes to take them to fun places and indulge them with treats. Ye-seol's fashion sense is eventually influenced by In-ah. She also regularly gloats to the kids that she's the reason their parents got married...though she at least waits until they're closer to adulthood to tell them more of the story. Alternative babysitters are Sang-woo and Yu-ri.

Now, a bit more about the kids themselves. Hae-young, as the eldest, is definitely a bit of a caretaker. But because he's also so soft-hearted and cuddly, that becomes a big part of his life. He is that one person that EVERYONE in his school knows, even in other year groups, and he always looks out for the new and younger kids. He is also the one who keeps trying to sneak in animals into the house to look after them. He eventually decides to go into childcare, and becomes an assistant manager for a successful pre-school. He makes friends wherever he goes, even if he only goes there once.

Hae-min inherits his dad's precision and brisk manner, and can be a little tactiurn. He does brilliantly in his academics, and goes on to a top medical school to become a neurosurgeon at a top hospital. He cooks a lot in his freetime as an adult, and when he visits his siblings or parents he is always bringing food.

Ye-rin has her mother's fiery side. She can and will start an argument at a drop of a hat, but also believes in justice/fairness. Her parents often have to be called into school because she's tried to beat up or intimidate a bully. She is also the top scorer in almost all subjects (only ever sometimes being beaten by her twin) all throughout her school life. She either goes into politics like her dad or becomes a high-powered lawyer.

Ye-seol is a bit of a daydreamer, and has wide ranging interests, being both the sporty type and the super girly-girl type. She ends up getting an ordinary office-type job, but engages in a wide range of hobbies. She also saves up to travel every so often, and goes to a wide range of countries. Sometimes accquaintances try to imply that she isn't as 'special' as her older siblings because she comes across as the most 'average' of them, but that gets shut down very quickly.

[epickiya722]

You know what, over the past few days I have been trying to come to the conclusion of how I truly feel about Yuji and his family and everything I say here may come from a place of bias (since Yuji is my favorite character) and I'm not saying I'm right about anything because these are my feelings, not facts.

(Some of you clearly need to learn the difference.)

You might consider what I say to be a "hot or cold take", an "unpopular opinion", whatever, I don't care. I don't even care for you to agree with me because at the end of the day, you have your own opinion as I have mine.

Just thoughts, these are just thoughts I wanted to share.

Starting off with Yuji, I will say that he is still my favorite of JJK, there's no changing that. And coming from a Yuji fan, the direction that was taken with Yuji and his family... I can't say I actually hate it.

I'm still processing, but I'll say that it's rather... unique and interesting.

We all joke about how Yuji has a complicated family tree (but who doesn't) and all, but it's probably one of his character aspects that has came to plague my mind over and over but in a good way.

I love that Yuji's character isn't really banked on a "legacy". He is just a kid who got wrapped up in jujutsu and just so happened to be related to a rather odd group of people.

Yuji's most emphasized familial relationship is with Wasuke, his grandfather and then later with Choso, his eldest brother. Both of those characters cared for Yuji and when they could, helped him in some way.

His mother is Kenjaku when they possessed Kaori, but that's just about it. Well, two mothers. Kaori was the body and Kenjaku who was the brain.

While I do wish to have seen more interactions, I'm also glad Gege didn't put any much. I feel like had Kenjaku and Yuji interacted more, it would lean into the typical "evil parent fights hero children" trope because of family drama. Nah, nope. I love that the distance was kept because what was the point of Kenjaku and Yuji ever interacting when no mends would have been made anyways? Kenjaku was never one to care about family, unlike Choso and Wasuke.

The animosity present between them didn't come from "Oh, you weren't there for me, you didn't raise me, you abandoned me". Yuji opposed Kenjaku because Kenjaku was straight evil. That, we need more of that. More children in fiction opposing their parents for being people, not just bad parents.

Kenjaku was seen as the enemy because they were. They barely shown any parental instincts... like at all, so is it even fair to give them any title of a mother or father? I don't think it is.

Jin, honestly, I'm actually glad it turned out he wasn't the twin. He was just the red herring. Turns out, he was just a guy.

And listen, I do like the idea of Uncle Sukuna, but in the case of Jin's relevance I don't think he really mattered all too much. While him being the reincarnated twin fits, it wasn't something that tightly secured.

Jin shows up for one chapter, one chapter now. Is mentioned not even a lot even after chapter 257 revealed Sukuna would have been a twin. So actually what would have been the point of him being that reincarnated twin if it wasn't brought up again?

Probably because he was meant to just been some guy. And frankly, I'm all for it because I like that fact that Yuji has some "normal" guy for a father. It's common for MCs to have "absent fathers", "fathers with a reputation that makes them great in some way" or both.

No, Jin was just a guy who was grieving his dead wife, had a kid with said wife who should have been dead, didn't listen to his dad while Wasuke tried to warn him and maybe was killed by Kenjaku for whatever reason.

But Wasuke? Again, I'm all for Sukuna being an uncle, but I'm fine with him also being a great uncle because Wasuke being that reincarnated twin. It just makes more sense. It's more fitting for Wasuke because unlike his son, Wasuke does have more relevance to Yuji's story. He may have died like in the first five minutes, but he was able to leave behind a presence that followed Yuji through the story. When you really think about it, Wasuke was like the good version of Sukuna.

And just thinking about it, that's probably what Gege wanted us to figure out. The reveal of Wasuke being the twin in the extras may have made some people upset but not me. At first, I didn't know why it didn't upset me that it wasn't in the story, but it then came to me.

Maybe Gege didn't want us to focus on Wasuke being the twin. Maybe we were supposed to focus on Wasuke being Wasuke. That he was still his own individual. We were supposed to see him as Yuji saw him.

(So with Jin, it did make sense for the twin reveal to be dumped on him as a cover because he was just there and nothing much else to focus on.)

Probably why Yuji didn't keep his battle scars he got from the final fight. When we look at Yuji, we're not supposed to see him as another Sukuna. We should see him as Yuji. Had he kept those battle scars, it would have been like looking at Sukuna.

Speaking of Sukuna!

I'll tell you something that does stand out to me about the relationship him and Yuji had.

Sukuna never told Yuji that they're (soul) related. And I doubt Yuji would ever find out.

Just like with Kenjaku, what would have been the point? Given what happens in the manga, I doubt it would have made a difference. Yuji would have still wanted to give Sukuna that second chance because he is just that kind. He is just that compassionate and merciful, related or not. He was able to connect with how Sukuna and him are two sides of the same coin not because of them being related. But because of who they are and how their lives went.

The thing is Yuji has an interesting chain of family members, but they're not the reason Yuji is Yuji. They may be influences, but Yuji is also capable of making the choices of who he wants to be and how he chooses to live.

True, Yuji is able to do what he can physically because some of his family members are menaces (looking at you, Kenjaku), but does his skills and family should be the only traits of Yuji that define him?

No.

Yuji probably didn't get much emphasis on his family because that may have been the point. If it isn't, it unintentionally works because it goes in line with him being that odd one out.

A lot of the other characters turned to jujutsu because their families is connected that society. Yuji though had no idea. He didn't know his mother, Kaori was a sorcerer/someone who had a technique and that Kenjaku, his other mother kind of, was the one possessing her body and happened to be 1000+ years old and created him to be Sukuna's vessel. Yuji didn't know he had nine older Death Painting siblings until much later. He didn't know and still don't that Sukuna is his great uncle by soul relation by his grandfather Wasuke being the reincarnation of Sukuna's twin. Even his father, just some guy, he doesn't recall memories of him.

See how different it from other characters?

Examples being Yuta is related to Gojo. Megumi, Maki and Toge are from sorcerer families (Zenin and Inumaki respectively). Nobara's grandmother is a sorcerer herself.

Overall, again, Yuji has a rather interesting family, I like that not every relation he had was emphasized as them being family. Or was brought up a lot. It's fitting that Wasuke and Choso were able to be shown as family to Yuji because they cared about him. His parents were but distant memories while the others were his enemies.

It made it all the more entertaining for me, at least and focus on Yuji being Yuji.

[bisexuallsokka]

would love to read about the college husbands for the wip game 🤍

here are 3.5k words of sokka being a TA and flirting with one of his students (zuko) and korra and her friends realizing that actually there may be more going on than meets the eye

Korra clears her throat. 

“This seat is taken,” the stranger says, glancing at the empty seat next to him at the end of the row and not looking at her. 

“Good for you,” she says. “You’re in the way.”

He rolls his eyes and barely moves his legs from where he is attempting to stretch them out as much as possible in the cramped lecture hall seats. Korra doesn’t apologize for stepping on his toes when she shuffles past him and he doesn’t give her the satisfaction of a reaction. 

She puts a few seats between them and is fine with ignoring him, but Bolin turns to the stranger pretty soon after he and Asami find Korra and sit next to her.

“Hey, I know you!” he says brightly. “You were my older brother’s TA for his Shakespeare course last semester! He took me to one of your shows, you make a great Hamlet.”

Korra remembers Mako talking about that course, how he was excited to have another trans guy in his class, especially one who was a great TA and stage actor. Well, the dude is sure putting on a great performance of “miserable and caffeine deficient college student”.

Asami looks at him curiously. “Are you one of the TA’s for this class now?”

His shoulders tense and he lets out a sigh. “No. I’m just a student.”

“Aren’t you now like, what, a junior or senior?” Bolin asks. 

“Senior,” he answers tersely. “This is my final semester.”

Korra snorts and looks around. “Why are you in a class with a bunch of freshmen?” 

“Because my academic advisor is an idiot,” he snaps immediately, then takes a deep breath. “There was some miscommunication. Now I’m stuck here to make up the credit so I can graduate.”

“Hey guys! Welcome to class!”

Korra recognizes the newcomer from the email he sent the class a week before the semester started. Sokka, the head TA, looks about as friendly as his overuse of exclamation marks made him seem to be. He grins at them before dropping in the seat that the stranger had supposedly been saving. He doesn’t say anything about it, though, and Korra is willing to bet that he lied about it being taken so he wouldn’t be stuck sitting next to a freshman. 

“I see you’re all getting to know each other, that’s great! It’s awesome making friends on the first day of class. You never know what it’ll lead to.”

The stranger gives Sokka a weird look, outwardly expressing the confusion that Korra is feeling in regards to his cryptic statement, and Sokka just beams back at him. “I’m Sokka,” he introduces.

They introduce themselves and then Sokka looks expectantly at the stranger, who mumbles, “Zuko.”

“I hope you are all ready for the best semester ever,” he says, his voice so enthusiastic that Korra has to remember that this is Physics 101 and not a class that is, well, actually exciting. 

Zuko seems to slump even more in his chair with a slight sigh as Sokka starts to ramble about his love for the course and how he was hooked since day one when he took it as a freshman himself.

“Come on, it won’t be that bad!” Sokka says, noticing Zuko’s withering attitude. “At the very least, you have a gorgeous TA to stare at when I give lectures or review sessions or whatever. And I have the pleasure of having a beautiful face in the audience.”

Zuko clears his throat loudly, his face in a scowl, but his cheeks are slightly pink. “Is it professional for TA’s to flirt with their students? Maybe I should have a talk with Professor Piandao.” 

“Eh, Piandao isn’t about to fire me or anything. I’m his favorite student and TA of all time, and he’s the best professor and coolest guy Republic City University has ever had. He’s the kind of guy you’d invite to your wedding, you know?”

Korra frowns. Strange way to describe a professor, but Zuko doesn’t seem fazed by it. 

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he says dryly. 

Korra was banking on the first day to consist of the boring standard run through of the syllabus, but within a few minutes she realizes Sokka was right about Piandao being a pretty cool guy. Sokka jumps up to help him set up his powerpoint, and together the two of them introduce themselves to the whole class and talk about the course. Sokka explains that he has been a TA for Piandao since he took this class his freshmen year, and while he moved on to TA for the 300 level courses, one of the TAs unexpectedly had to leave and Sokka took up this class again as a nice way to tie up the end of his college experience before he graduates at the end of the semester.

“There is no way I’d rather end my pursuit of a degree in physics than by helping you all learn the ins and outs for yourselves, so please, don’t hesitate to let me help you,” Sokka says kindly, and damn, Korra thought classes with professors and TAs like these two only existed in the movies. “I am here if you have any questions.”

Zuko, Korra quickly learns, has lots of questions.

The first few classes, he raises his hand the most out of anyone. He asks good questions, the kind that Korra usually wouldn’t think of asking until she was reading over her notes to try and figure out the homework. Sokka answers each one with a great deal of patience, and whenever they are given time to work on a practice question, Korra notices how Sokka tends to linger on the side of the room closest to Zuko. 

It’s almost cute: Sokka’s eyes drifting toward Zuko while Zuko scowls down at his paper where Bolin is gently pointing out a mistake he made, Sokka telling Zuko that he can go to his office hours for extra help -- his voice quiet enough for only Korra to hear -- , Zuko trying to hide his smile whenever Sokka is being particularly ridiculous that day. Some days it makes Korra want to gag, but she manages to control herself. Besides, they have a good system going on. Sokka had suggested they make study groups that first day, and Bolin invited Zuko to theirs. 

“The dorms are kinda small, but I could ask my roommate to give us the room and we can sit on the floor?” Bolin winced as the four of them lingered after class to hash out the details to meet before their first exam.

“I’d offer my place, but unfortunately my roommate is a huge distraction,” Zuko had said. “I can show you guys how to reserve the best study rooms in the library before they’re all gone.”

Zuko always sits in the same seat with the aisle one on his left open, and Korra continues to sit in the same row with Bolin and Asami. Bolin and Asami are naturals at physics, judging by their high grades and the way that Piandao and Sokka beam at the two of them when they answer questions. It works well for their group: Bolin and Asami help Zuko and Korra, Korra helps Asami with her statistics homework and Bolin with his history class, and Zuko gives them college tips from a seasoned student that actually turn out to be very useful.

Plus, watching Zuko interact with Sokka is free entertainment.

“Any questions?” Sokka asks at the end of his powerpoint.

The room is silent. Korra doesn’t entirely understand everything that the midterm review session just covered, but she’s not sure she knows where to begin asking questions, so she taps her pen against her notebook and waits for them to be dismissed so she can ask Asami to explain everything to her.

“Yes, Zuko?”

Or not.

She manages to not groan out loud, but not everyone in the room is as successful. They’ve witnessed this same scenario play out several times before: Zuko asking questions that push them to the very end of the class hour and losing them the extra ten minutes that Piandao had offered if there were no more questions. Korra glances at her phone to see that it’s almost 8pm, and she is starving.

Sokka ignores the complaining students and continues to smile at Zuko.

Zuko, sitting on Korra’s left today, puts his hand down and opens his mouth, then closes it, flips his notebook back a few pages, then sighs. “This doesn’t make any sense.”

“That’s not a question,” Sokka says sweetly.

“The practice problems in the textbook are completely different from what you just showed us.”

“Yes, well, science is often about learning formulas and knowing how to plug in different data.”

“But this one involved negatives. I thought I was getting it but those just make no sense.”

“I thought you were the expert at negatives, seeing you’re always correcting my use of double negatives,” Sokka says with a smirk.

“I don’t--” Zuko huffs. “I don’t correct you, I just enjoy pointing them out, you know my honors thesis is all about descriptivism in language…”

Korra glances between the two of them as Zuko continues ranting. She would remember hearing some dumbass conversation about double negatives in the middle of their physics work, and she feels like she’s missing something.

“Anyone else feel like we’re witnessing some weird kind of foreplay?” Asami mutters to her and Bolin. Bolin stifles his laughter, but her words have Korra’s mind spinning.

The rest of the class has had enough and has decided to start packing away their things, and Sokka tears his eyes away from Zuko to notice them.

“Zuko, I would love to discuss this with you some more,” Sokka says, interrupting him. “Everyone else, please email me if you have any more questions, I’ll be checking my inbox regularly so you don’t have to wait for a response! Good luck on the midterm!”

Zuko doesn’t move, his arms crossed across his chest as he impatiently waits for the class to clear. Korra gets up and follows Asami and Bolin out, but she throws one last look over her shoulder to see Sokka sliding into the seat next to Zuko with a soft smile that makes her pause.

…

“How did you all do on the midterm?” Zuko asks the day after the grades are posted online. He looks to be in a good mood, so Korra assumes he did well. She opens her mouth to respond, but then her eyes trail down to his neck and she finds another possible source for his good mood.

She tries to cover a laugh with a forced cough, but Zuko catches it and narrows his eyes.

“What?”

Asami takes pity on him. “You have a little something...” she gestures at her own neck with her hand. 

Zuko looks confused, but then his eyes widen and he slaps his hand over the assortment of hickeys on his neck. “Shit,” he hisses. 

“I have some makeup in my backpack,” Asami offers. 

Zuko sighs and slowly lowers his hand, accepting his fate with red cheeks. “Whatever. I have time to go home after this. But thanks.”

Korra snickers. “I guess that answers the question of if you had a good weekend.”

Zuko gives her a half-hearted glare, but before he can respond, Sokka is taking the open seat next to him. 

“Hey guys!” he greets, then frowns when he looks over at Zuko. “Is your neck okay, Zuko?” he asks, looking slightly concerned. 

He grunts when Zuko kicks him roughly in the leg, and Zuko smiles sweetly at him. “Oops, sorry, I hope that doesn’t leave a mark.” 

Korra glances to her right at Asami, who is already looking at her with a bewildered expression.

Zuko’s good mood doesn’t last. They start the next unit and only ten minutes into class, Korra can tell he has the same headache that she’s feeling. Even Bolin’s eyebrows are furrowed in confusion, and Korra glances at her girlfriend and breathes a sigh of relief to see that she seems to be absorbing all the new information like a sponge. Asami explains it in simpler terms, but even then Korra isn’t sure how they are supposed to solve this practice problem together.

“You guys doing good?”

Zuko’s hand tightens on his pen, and he doesn’t look up at Sokka as he hovers over their group. “We are doing well. You can leave us now.”

Sokka scoffs. “Oh, is that how this is going to be? And here I was going to tell you the simple mistake you made in your formula...”

Korra half expects Zuko to lash out again, but instead he sighs and slumps back in his chair, looking up at Sokka. “Please help?”

The smile on Sokka’s face makes Korra look away, feeling as if she is intruding on something, and he takes the seat next to Zuko and starts to walk them through the problem. Her gaze lands on Sokka’s left hand and she notices, not for the first time, the small but elegant tattoo on one of his fingers.

…

The second half of the semester is much harder than the first, and she wonders how and why on earth Sokka wanted to take more physics classes if this was supposed to be the introduction. Then again, Asami seems to be enjoying it, and after hearing about Sokka’s double major in physics and engineering, she’s pretty sure he becomes her personal hero. 

Korra has no choice but to pay more attention in lectures and stop wondering what the hell is going on between Sokka and Zuko. She wonders if Sokka will finally ask Zuko out once they finish the course. Judging by the way Zuko’s icy exterior thaws whenever Sokka is speaking or is within five feet of them, she’s betting he’ll say yes. Alas, she has more to keep her mind occupied than their odd path to courtship, and she tries to at least understand the basic concepts so Asami can walk her through the more complex parts later.

When Zuko arrives at their reserved study room a week before the final, he’s carrying a plate that may as well have rotten fish on it, judging by the expression on his face and the way he is carrying it.

“I brought cookies,” he says in the same tone that someone would use to announce “I lost all my possessions in a fire”.

He places it on the table, and when Bolin starts to say something about no food allowed in the library, Korra kicks him and grabs two.

“I didn’t think you were the baking type,” she tells him around a mouthful of chocolate chip cookie.

“I’m not. My husband made them and insisted I bring them for motivation or something,” Zuko says.

Korra manages to not spit out her cookie everywhere, but carefully swallows it and clears her throat, exchanging wide-eyed looks with her friends. “You’re married?”

Zuko gives her a confused look and holds up his left hand. Sure enough, there’s a wedding band on his ring finger that managed to blend in with his other rings. “I have been for almost a year now.”

“Wow,” Bolin whistles. “Poor Sokka, he seemed really into you. You should let him know so he doesn’t get his hopes up.”

Zuko gives him a flat look. “I’ll be sure to tell him. Did you guys start filling out the study guide yet?”

The next hour drags on. Korra knows she should be focusing on studying for their final. Their schedules are too busy to meet together as much as they’d like to before they have to take it, and she needs to take advantage of the time she has. But she is too distracted by the puzzle in her mind that is coming together perfectly. 

Fortunately, Zuko gives her a break when his phone rings and he steps out to take it outside of the library. 

As soon as the door closes, Korra reaches over and locks it. 

Asami quirks an eyebrow at her. “Are you locking us in, or locking Zuko out?”

“The second one. You guys, I just realized something that’s going to blow your minds: Zuko and Sokka are married.”

It does not have the reaction she was hoping for. Bolin and Asami stare at her, then look at each other and start laughing. 

“Zuko and Sokka? As in, our TA Sokka? What makes you think that?” Asami giggles, and it’s too endearing to watch that Korra can’t get frustrated that they don’t believe her. 

She focuses and looks away, splaying her hands on the table and leaning forward. “No, trust me, I have been suspicious about them for a while now, but it didn’t add up until tonight, when I saw Zuko’s wedding band. It has a simple design, but I swear there is a similar pattern in the tattoo on Sokka’s hand, and I’m 90% sure it’s on his ring finger.”

“Sokka has a tattoo on his finger?” Bolin asks, brows furrowed.

Korra groans. This is going to be harder than she thought. “Listen, I know you two are like, the future Sokkas of this course, but you can’t tell me you haven’t been paying attention to anything else. Sokka helps us during class enough that I’ve noticed his tattoo when he points stuff out on our pages. Also, isn’t it a little suspicious just how often Sokka helps us, considering you two are the smartest people in that room? It’s because he’s helping his husband.”

Bolin and Asami share a glance, the wheels turning. “Has Sokka ever talked about being married?” Bolin frowns, grabbing another cookie.

Korra pauses, her mind racing. Sokka talks with his class about his love for physics more than his love for anything else, but then Asami gasps next to her.

“Does anyone still have his introductory email from the beginning of the semester?”

Korra’s eyes widen. “Babe, you’re a genius.” She pulls out her phone, aware that Zuko could come back any second, and searches Sokka’s name in her inbox. There are a few announcements, some responses to her questions, an email that he sent full of pictures of his cat to make them smile while studying for the midterm…

“I got it,” Korra whispers, opening the very first email from him. Asami and Bolin try to read over her shoulder, but she spots it first. 

“Oh my god, he said he’s a newly wed,” she tells them. 

Bolin’s jaw drops, and Asami sits back in her chair, the look of disbelief slowly fading from her features. 

“Oh my god. How have we never noticed?” Bolin wonders aloud.

“So that means Sokka made these?” Korra says, holding up a third cookie. “My compliments to the chef.”

“Why would they hide that, though?” Asami asks.

“Who says they’re hiding it? They both are pretty busy, I don’t think--”

“Zuko’s coming!” Bolin hisses, his eyes glancing over Korra to peer through the glass door. Korra launches herself forward to unlock it then sits back and tries to act normal. Unfortunately, Asami and Bolin are doing the same, and they’re not the best of liars.

Zuko is smiling at his phone when he walks in, and he glances up and freezes when he sees the three staring at him.

“What?” he asks slowly. “Did I miss anything?”

“Nothing at all,” Bolin says, his voice higher than normal. Korra sighs, but is grateful when Zuko mentions that he has to leave in two hours, and they get back to work.

…

i can't be fucked to give this an ending or to fix it up enough for me to like it and post it (i wrote it almost four years ago so the writing style feels too different) but i hope you enjoyed what i do have <3

[dragonbabes]

Compassion is not weakness.

Compassion doesn’t make you incapable of doing what needs to be done.

Compassion makes what you do mean more. It makes your steps feel a little more firm, and you a little more resolute. It makes it more than you; it makes it us… And, for me, I feel the weight of it a little more.

Compassion is what any leader worth their salt needs. They need to look at the people they’re leading and see them, know them, understand them.

I love good and sweet characters. Sure, the dark and angsty pasts and edgy lines are cool. Playing a character who is hurt and lashing out can be fun or whatever. I would understand why.

But playing a character who is hurt and bruised and being beaten at every turn, and still chooses kindness? To be able to take that pain and move on, to not let it sour your soul to the point that everyone has become your enemy because you know what they’re capable of? That’s real strength right there.

Anyways, I think that wisdom without compassion is a one way ticket to pride. Wisdom, in the hands of compassion, is safe to do what it’s meant to do; understand, advise, guide, and teach. When compassion becomes retribution, wisdom no longer understands — it knows. It doesn’t ask anymore, it doesn’t seek to learn or understand any further because it has all the answers, right?

I read a post a while ago about Solas watching Lavellan choose to keep Cole as a spirit, and how Solas may have thought to himself “in her hands, I may have been safe.” And it keeps me up at night.

Because compassion doesn’t twist you, it lets you see clearly. And we all know Mythal was once a spirit of compassion twisted to one of retribution. Then everything went to shit when Mythal brought Solas into physical being, and he too, was twisted by the world the Evanuris created.

Lavellan forgiving Solas is one of the hardest things I’ve ever seen done in the game. You should try it next time you play through. See how much stronger you can be when you smile and understand, rather than punch and pretend you know.

This has been my PSA thanks for coming… Be kind out there 💕

Unsure as to why the forgiveness of Solas from Lavellan is considered a weakness. Why is compassion always seen as weakness? Why is it seen as naive?

I don't know.

I think I'm sentimental, perhaps. I think I see what Levellan wants to see, or needs to see, maybe. I think she sees what Solas...wants her to see as well? Why else send her the letter, honestly.

You could say it's selfishness on his part, I guess. He left her, abandoned her, and now what? He wants her to stop him? What right does he have to expect from her?

The great dread wolf, wishing a mortal elf, a Dalish elf, to stop him. Insanity.

I think it just proves how highly he thinks of her, though. In the end, he knows he is nothing in the face of his vhenan.

To choose hope is not a weakness. To be vulnerable is strength.

[gaytrashgoblin]

Cute, Little Smile

Merry Pitchmas @ridiculously-over-obsessed!!! Little weird that we got each other Max, and we were both a little late this year??? We should be better friends, my dude. Anyhow, please enjoy this short and sweet lil bechloe fic I cooked up for ya!

Of all the things Beca has done, running seems to be the only constant in her life aside from music. Whether it be from some weird childhood trauma she hasn’t dealt with, her own emotional immaturity as a 19 year old, or what, she’s not sure, but she does know that she is phenomenal at it. I mean, just look at her- for the first time in her life she found a group of friends she felt she really connected with and the moment things got hard what did she do? Oh, right! She yelled at Jesse, who was admittedly on her side if a little misguided in his attempt to prove that, then quit the Bellas. After stewing in what was originally righteous indignation but then turned into regret, she really went for broke. Which is how she finds herself here, in her dad’s house, drinking coffee with him in his kitchen. 

“Yeah I shut everybody out, don’t take it personally, it’s just easier,” she says heavily. After a pause her father responded.

“It’s also really lonely.” With that, Beca flips through some of her memories since coming out to college. How, in the past few months, she’s felt really seen and validated in her hobbies and herself as a person. Like, maybe she doesn’t need to love movies the way everyone else does or change her appearance or be less brash or less… her to be worth someone’s time. She thinks about how movies really aren’t awful if you’re watching them with the right company who doesn’t shut you down for critiquing them. About how supportive her friends had been of her dream to produce music and how she supported her changing the setlist and how she- wait, she? Did she really bond with any of them except Chloe? Fat Amy was probably the closest to her, but that may have just been because she was just as on the fringes of Aubrey’s ideals as Beca was. 

Beca takes a few days to start looking at her time at Barden with a little more scrutiny because, really, was it just Chloe? That can’t be. She spent more time with Jesse than with Chloe! But… she did spend a lot of her time with him wishing she was with Chloe instead. Or, sometimes, even wishing he was Chloe instead. Particularly when he started throwing out those cheesy flirts and getting close to her face and… ah, shit. 

Beca walks into the practice room ready to swallow her pride. If not for herself and the fact that those girls were her friends and she would like them back, thank you very much, but for Chloe, who deserves the ICCA win. And, also, maybe some honesty, because Beca may be a newly discovered queer, but god damn if she doesn’t know it would be easy to treat Chloe better than that asshole she was dating at the start of the year. She didn’t quite know what to expect when she walked in, but it certainly wasn’t whatever the hell it was. 

Aubrey, Chloe, and Amy were wrestling, Lily was lying in a pool of vomit (extra gross, btw), and everyone else was in disarray. 

“I came to apologize,” Beca starts, holding what feels to her like prolific eye contact with Chloe. “What I did was a dick move, and I shouldn’t have left.” She sees Chloe’s eyes widen a little at that admission, which makes her feel more vulnerable than she already is, since Chloe is the only one who knows about her dad and all of that drama. She’s glad that she, or whatever happened here, convinced Aubrey to give changing the setlist a try. She’s also grateful that they are now free to leave the vomit smell of the auditorium- and leads them to the empty pool that they had the riff-off in. 

As much as she wants to have Chloe pick the song, she lets Aubrey do it, as something like an olive branch. Once more locking eyes with Chloe, Beca adds in the Neyo song, hoping beyond hope that maybe, just maybe, Chloe will get what she means and she won’t have to actually come out and say it. Because there is only so much vulnerability Beca can stand in any given time period, let alone all in one day. After they sing their mashup in the pool, she thinks Chloe might get it, based on the way she’s smiling that cute little smile she used to have for Tom-The-Shower-Guy, but nothing ever happens. Beca, admittedly, gets swept up in her new responsibility of arranging nine different girls and vocal ranges into some sort of coherent setlist with a dance, and so her newly recognized feelings kind of get put on the back burner. She had noticed though, that somewhere during the process of arranging the set, that something shifted for Chloe. Beca really couldn’t tell you what, but she decided that after the finals she would suck it up and confront her. 

After their, in Beca’s opinion, killer performance at the finals, she meets Jesse in the crowd. “I told you, he always gets the girl in the end,” he says with a smirk. Beca’s face contorts.

“Dude, what?” 

“Oh, c’mon Bec, don’t be coy. The song! You put that in for me, for us.” 

“Uh, yeah, as an apology for being a dick, not some weird love letter thing.” Jesse’s face falls, and Beca awkwardly makes her way back over to the Bellas. 

“What, no kiss for your new boy-toy?” Amy asks loudly. Again, Beca’s face contorts. 

“Uh, no. No boy-toy for me, thanks. I don’t like him like that, like, at all.” Several of the Bellas express their disbelief. Has everyone been under the impression that she liked him? Beca’s head snaps to look at Chloe, who looks equal parts confused and relieved. Knowing that they have some time while the judges score everything, Beca grabs Chloe’s hand and drags her out.

“What- where are we going?” 

“I need to talk to you,” is all the explanation Beca gives. CR looks smug as they walk out and holds a hand out to Denise, who groans and slides her the $10 they had bet on this.

“Bec- wait, what is it, what’s wrong?” 

“What’s wrong is that apparently everyone thought I liked Jesse! I mean, how old are we that a girl can’t be friends with a guy without it meaning I somehow want to fuck him?” Beca says exasperatedly as she finally drops Chloe’s hand as they reach a mostly empty hallway. Chloe’s arms cross over her chest.

“Well, I mean, he’s the only person you really hang out with besides the Bellas. What were we supposed to think?” 

“That he’s my friend!” She says, throwing her arms up. “I’m pretty sure I said it like, really loud before that he’s not my boyfriend.” 

“Ok, so he’s not your boyfriend. It’s not a big deal, Becs. I don’t get why you’re so upset over it.” 

“I’m upset because everyone somehow thinks I like him, including the person I have actual feelings for!” That makes them both pause. Beca, because she had planned on doing this in a better way. A more private way, but here we go. 

“Oh. I guess that would be upsetting, the person you like thinking you like someone else,” Chloe says quietly, placing her hand on Beca’s arm in support. “I’ll get the girls to drop it, so that the guy you like isn’t getting the wrong idea.” 

“There- Chlo, there is no guy.” 

“But- you said that… okay. So the… girl,” she says carefully, “won’t get the wrong idea then.” 

“I just need you to not have the wrong idea,” Beca mutters with her head down. Chloe freezes. 

“Did you just-”

“It’s you, Chloe. It’s always been you, I… I get that now. It took me quitting and having a conversation with my dad of all people but I- it’s you.” Chloe tilts Beca’s head up with a single finger, smiling that soft little smile again. Finally. 

“For real? You mean that?” 

“Course I do, Beale. You make me feel… special. Like I really matter.”

“You do, Bec. You matter so much. To your dad, to the Bellas… to me.” Unable to stop herself anymore, and getting what she believes to be a green light, Beca leans in and kisses her. She’s vindicated in the fact that the movies are, once again, full of shit. There are no “fireworks” or “explosions” when she kisses Chloe. There is just… happiness. True, unfiltered happiness. And from the big grin that Chloe has when they pull back, it must be the same for her. 

“We should probably get back in there before they announce our victory,” Beca mumbles. 

“In a minute, I’m kissing my girlfriend,” Chloe responds as she leans back in with that cute little smile that, now, is reserved for Beca. 

[emo-trash101]

Hiiii! I would absolutely love if you did an arcane women x asthmatic child! Maybe Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Mel, and Ambessa?

Oh yes ofc I would love to do that! I am moving Ambessa over to another ask (from Nina ml 🫶) since there's gonna be multiple parts of these and I'm low-key getting lazy

Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, and Mel x Asthmatic! Child

Pronouns: second person

Tw: SEASON 2 SPOILERS

Jinx (Season 2) -

- She knows what it's like to be abandoned, and to feel like it's more work for you to be taken care of than it's worth.

- I think she knows better than anyone else.

- That's why when she takes you in, it isn't just a simple impulsive act, it was a promise.

- It was a promise to you, to Isha, and most importantly, to herself.

- In general, she enjoyed the company you brought her. You gave her more creative input for her weapons, and gave her a new hobby.

- She suddenly developed a slight addiction to making you new and more colorful masks.

- By the first month you've lived with her she's made you at least 10 more.

- But she's a good mom, even if she can't see it herself very much.

Vi -

- She would honestly probably be one of the few people who sees tiny kid who like can't breathe and is just like, "Oh shit, normal lanes behaviour." And just walk away

- Like she isn't exactly the person to take a kid under her wing, especially cause she has this whole self deprecated mindset of how she isn't good enough for really anything

- But you likely end up following her, considering that it's probably a better choice than suffocating on the cold and dirty ground, and eventually, she just accepts that you're following her

- She brings you surprisingly to Jayce to figure out if one of your face masks can be built, and bro has such a soft spot for kids you get like 10 in one sitting made for you

- She has no specific opinion or worry about your illness, aside from the constant fear of you dying

- Her abandonment issues kick in an oddly large amount when you have coughing fits, and she can't keep herself from worrying if this is gonna be the last time she'll hear them

- But even when she's worrying like that, she tries to focus on just caring for you

- It makes her feel like when she used to take care of Powder

- And it makes her feel like she got a second chance.

Caitlyn (season 1) -

- So when she finds you on the streets during one of your patrols, her bleeding heart causes her to almost immediately leap to action.

- She immediately tells Marcus she's taking a break (whether he wants her to or not) and takes you to the best doctor she can find

- She holds your hand when you get diagnosed

- She may not really know you, but she doesn't really care, she just wants to help people, even if it ends up just being you who she helps

- After that, the doctor gives you your mask and she presumes you'll go on your merry way, doing whatever else it was in Piltover before she basically disrupted your life.

- But even months after she had met you, you both seem to run into each other much more.

- Whether it's you following her while she's on patrols, or just potential coincidence, you both seem to run into each other more and more.

- Eventually this leads to the conversation about where your (lack of) parents are.

- And this is when she decides to take you in.

- Her mother obviously lectures her about taking in stray children, and how hard it is to raise a child, and more

- But after that you basically just became a Kiramman from that day forth.

Mel -

- She never expected to meet you (but then again neither did literally any of the others), but it was especially not gonna be today

- it felt, odd to find a small child alone in Piltover, usually they would be with family, or at least some semblance of a caregiver

- But you were just sitting there, propped up against a wall, coughing your poor little lungs out

- So, regardless of her inhibitions, she takes you to a doctor.

- She feels a twinge of guilt when you receive a diagnosis, like she could've done something to prevent it

- But a part of her feels connected to you

- She knows what it feels like to be cast out from family, to have no one to turn to in your time of need.

- And right now she feels a need to be that rock for you to rest upon

- So you stay with her, after she convinces herself it will only be until she can find you a suitable family.

- She talks to Jayce and Victor about how to handle your illness, the mental and physical support that is required, along with just generally everything

- Before she knows it, she has an adoption certificate for you, and you're officially her child.

- And on that day, she makes a silent promise that she will be better than her mother was

Ik this took forever to come out, I've been low-key kinda mega depresso, but I promise that the final part with the rest of the characters will be coming out soon 🙏🙏🙏

Make sure you eat food and drink water

[daizedndconfused]

What gifts would you give the ninjago characters? Hope ur having a happy holiday

aww thank you!! i had so much fun haha but let’s get into this

gifts id give the ninja

kai

to be funny id give him like an absurd amount of hair gel with his name and face on it i think it’d be hilarious

as a genuine gift i’d get him fireworks. THIS MAY SEEM ODD BUT HEAR ME OUT. he’s hot headed we all know that and i feel like he’d have so much fun going into the middle of nowhere and lighting a bunch of fireworks

i’d ALSO get him tickets to a rage room. personally i’ve never been to one but k really want to and i think kai would THRIVE. he gets to whack the shit out of things for funsies and LEGALLY!! what could be better??

cole

id get him a record player and some old records to go with it

i’d also get him a new guitar because (again if you read my fics yk how i feel about this) he’s probably been wanting a new one for so long but doesn’t actually ask for one cause they’re expensive (DONT CARE ILL BUY IT!!)

i would get him lego lily flowers because…yk that was his moms name and they’ll never die cause they’re legos

jay

a new video fr or like a gift card for game stores cause he needs to play something new im begging

i’d also get him legos but like i’d get him a really big one that’s at least 1000 pieces cause he goes through that shit sooo fast

anddd id get him a lightsaber because ik he’d have fun with it

zane

to be funny (again cause i’m hilarious) id get him a snow cone maker

as a genuine gift i’d get him a STACK of beautifully bonded classic literature along with some cute sweater cause they’d look good on him ik it

lastly i’m getting him a heated blanket… he’s gotta be tired of being cold all the time just be cozy pleaseeee

lloyd

i’m giving him an entire comic book series (or at least a good chunk cause there’s so many in one series

i’d also give him a cute framed picture of when he was a kid because my poor boy did NOT get enough of a childhood

on that similar note i’d give him things he used to like as a kid like action figures cause he defo collects them

nya

my girl nya gets an old motorcycle that i found for cheap that she can take a part and make better. ik she’ll add whatever the hell she wants to it and make it an absolute MACHINE

i’d also get her a leather jacket with like a little lightning bolt on one sleeve and a drop of water on the other she loves jay after all

again to be funny id get her a do not disturb thing to put on her door cause she needs rest sometimes and ALSO one of those little mini punching bags cause home girl also has some anger issues

[nikkilbook]

I don’t know if I can really call myself “part” of the Bloodweave community, because although I have an Astarion/Gale tab open on my phone browser at all times, I’m not part of any of the servers and I don’t follow people outside of like, three fic authors. So I didn’t know anything had happened, and I don’t know who MJ is or what information was being passed around and what schisms were formed.

(If anybody in the know sees this, please don’t tell me! While the tiny popcorn-eating gremlin in me likes to know All The Things All The Time, Discourse™ of pretty much any kind hurts my heart and hits some of my anxiety/trauma triggers. I don’t want to go through any of that with Bloodweave if I can help it!).

But I’m proud of you for making this post. Clearly explaining what things you can, respecting the privacy of others, confirming as many facts as possible before making a post—I can see that it was stressful and upsetting for you to write it, but I think you handled it admirably, and I’m thankful that you did.

Obviously as a reader and fan of Season, I’m bummed by the news that there will be a break, but as a person and somebody who’s also been badly screwed over by an ex-friend, I absolutely get the need to back away and reevaluated. I’m really glad you have people on your side IRL that you can spend time with and rely on. As much as The Season means to me, if you need to walk away from it completely and permanently in order to feel safe enough to heal, I will choose to be grateful for the words and time that you gave us. I will reread it, regardless of where it ends, and I’ll relisten to the podfic, and I will probably make art things for it. If you say you’re okay with us posting or asking things about it, I’ll share them with you and ask you questions and send you ice skating videos and reread-reactions and emojis and everything, and if you want us to let you leave it in the past I will keep all those things to myself and look over them to remind myself of why I love what I love and maybe inspire myself to create things too.

If you choose to keep going and you decide you need help in some way, know that I will immediately volunteer, even if all you need is a cheerleader. I’m told I’m pretty good at that. If you’d just like to chat with someone who has Literally No Idea what any of the drama is about, I’m happy to do that too. Your stories are beautiful and mean so much to me, so I’m happy to do whatever is needed to help the person who chose to share those stories with the world, regardless of what that means for the stories. Though I only know you because of your writing, you have worth far beyond what you have—or would have —chosen to share. However this goes, know that I believe in you and am grateful for the time I got to spend getting to know you through your words.

May you have a peaceful, healing rest of your holidays, and an empowering 2025.

I'm still not sure if this is the right thing to do, but I also feel like I have to say something. It's going to be a little truncated because I haven't heard from some of the people I've reached out to and therefore don't have their permission to explain their role in this, but I'm going to do my best.

A few days ago, just after Christmas, I finished a temp work contract. In doing so, I had more time than I'd had in a while, and wanted to reach out to some friends that I hadn't heard from in a while, to thank them for being part of my year and hoping that they were having a lovely holiday season.

That was all the inkling I had that something was going on. People had been quieter than usual, I missed them, I hoped they were okay and we'd speak more in 2025.

The following days were... Not fun. At first I saw lots of accusations, lacking detail and evidence, and I couldn't make heads nor tails of what was going on.

I have since found out. I have been very close friends with MJ for nearly a year. He's been a beta for Season and a sensitivity reader, but more than that, he's been someone I leaned on and who leaned on me in return. He was one of my best friends. He has helped shape who I have been, this past year. And he lied to me. Based on those lies I made decisions I now regret, and caused harm to people who no longer want to speak to me, which I understand. There's nothing I can do to change that. I acted to protect my friends and myself, but I was acting on flawed information. I didn't think to question it. If you can't trust your friends, who can you trust?

I've spent the past few days trying to come to terms with what's happened. I've lost one of my closest friends and many more people I loved, respected and valued. I have had my trust absolutely shattered. Outside of MJ, there are other people I trusted and respected who have behaved in ways that have left me feeling unsafe in spaces that previously felt like home and were a precious community to me. That's why I'm still not sure if this is the right thing to do; I'm hurt, I'm sad and angry, and I can't fully explain everything that happened without breaking the trust of more people and potentially doing more damage. But I also feel like I have to say something, because there's so many unanswered questions hanging around right now, and this is going to be a moment that I step back from. I'm not the most active in the fandom at the best of times, but right now I need to take some space. Especially from Season, which was something that MJ was so much a part of, and which I now no longer know how to continue with. I want to, but I've also felt much more like an author and a bargaining chip in some kind of trade war these last few days than a person. I need to spend time in my life outside of fandom, which has been neglected these past few days especially. I need to spend time with my partner, my friends, and focus on my work and my studies.

Thank you to everyone who's sent messages of kindness and support. To those who've sent me messages of hate, I would ask you to reconsider calling someone who's just discovered they were manipulated by someone they trusted 'stupid' and 'shallow'. This isn't about my ego or my work. It's about people who were endangered, a supposedly 'safe' space that wasn't, and people that I thought were my friends who didn't feel they could trust me.

I'm not okay right now, but I'm not in any active danger, from myself or others. I will be okay. I just need time, and space, and I ask for your compassion if you're willing to extend it and the respect of your silence if you're not.

[ganondoodle]

okay i typed this in a reply but i need to say this more detailed here too, the way totk dealt with horses (and stables) is bad and worse than botw imo (yes i can rant about that too, these weird choices are in every little spot in totk, its almost impressive)

in a game that lets you build cars and stupid flying maschines, towers that shoot you into the stratosphere AND teleporting points all over the place, the chance is already low that you use a horse- though i would be one of them bc i love horses and hate building and didnt find it fun at all-

(also i almost never used any parts i had with me bc you cant put them back and your dumb vehicles despawn as soon as you dont look at them- also a negative thing about that system that reinforces the feeling of actually using it being more punishing than rewarding with the added bonus of the good ol saving your health potions forever problem)

-and something i DID like was that you can have more horses and the ... one.. new color (the lil spots but only AFTER you do that one quest in the spy post)

the stable points seemed like a neat idea, but like so many things, are utterly cheatable, imo the system should have only given you a point when you visit a new stable, so you actually have to go around and visit them all

(also .. add new stables, like mini ones or sth that dont offer beds- you dont need that anyway- so you have more places in which you can get them ... why did they remove some of them anyway, shouldn there be MORE now that the land is supposedly healing/being repaired? especially the one next to the big canyon, its so empty there it would have the perfect place for sth like a new settlement or a big boss arena but no its more empty than it was before, why?? and then putting yet another repeating annoying quest there in that weirld empty place?? i just dont get it)

letting you farm points by sleeping at a stable or bringing in a horse gives you LESS incentive to actually go around the world bc you can just farm it there

(and if that was done so youd 'discover' the malanya talks to you in your sleep 'secret' ... that is literally told to you, and if its bc you dont want to force players to go around and find every stable to get all those rewards ... why do you have 140 or whatver caves then with the majority of them being the literal same thing over and over ... to make people actually use the sleeping thing there? .. why, who uses that anyway, and farming points by sleeping there .. what the hell does that add? AND THEN the stupid sleep over tickets, probably the most nothign reward ever, dont count?? i dont think i ever used one- it just all doesnt make any sense, everything plays against each other)

the upgrading system for your horse is .. once again, a neat idea horribly executed, you have to go find malanya to upgrade them, and similarly stupidly like the fairies, they only tell you what food you need for what upgrade when you are there .. or when you are sleeping in the special tm bed at a stable, randomly, one food, bc the quantity changes too

which is just so ??????????? let me go and do a quest that rewards you with a lil booklet in which you can look up what an upgrade costs, or let the stables have that, either as a list or in the menu when selecting a horse or something?? (also why the hell is malanya in a different spot anyway, like, it feels like a modder just plopped them over there, their og spot is just empty now - except for yet again a stupid filler quest for .. another big horse and a yaaaaaaaaays crystal shrine quest- ... the spot is even still called spring of the horse god .... its so stupid, just like the fairy shuffling around, like you really couldnt think of a better way to reuse that concept other than to ... move it to a different spot in the same map and map level???? and not change anything in their og spot except idk, put a hole in the map ... for one of them like .. its like they moved them around last minute just to have the semblance of things being 'changed' with no regard what makes a change actually feel like one and what just feels like, pick up thing, click on random spot on map, drop thing- its like that for the fairies and shrines too, its so dumb and .. feels disrepectful to botw and how much thought seemed to have went into these spots that were clearly built about those things)

and like it couldnt get WORSE, they cut off the paths that horses follow automatically with one of those miasma buttholes (sorry its just a hole cut into the map, it doesnt even look like miasma burst through, it just .. cut out) a monster camp (that RESPAWNS, i thought those camps you clear with a quest would stay clear, but that would make sense, so of course it respawns and you can do the frame rate killer quest over and over yippieee) or otherwise like, with a big rock or a broken bridge-

and there is NO WAY to create a new path or fix or move anything in a game ABOUT BUILDING supposedly, like you needed more reasons to never use a horse????? i liked jsut hopping on and letting them follow a path and chill looking at the landscape, you cant do this here, and you cant even excuse it with 'its bc of the theme' as in, stuff is destroyed bc calamity 1.5 or whatever bc nothing in the game makes it feel like theres anything actually at stake, but the real crime is to make it not be fixable. WHY??? link moves entire buildings with ease but cant move one freaking rock that fell into a river?????? you swing around logs like a club but cant fix a bridge so your horse can get over it??????????????????????????????

[ohboy-herewegoagain]

working on the sampo compilation post i mentioned a little while ago but. there is such a tragic lack of sampo and black swan being reluctant homies in fan content. Most of her story quest is them having to put up with Sparkle's bullshit (affectionate) together.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

i think when cherik fuck charles just has to control himself so much that he reaches the point where he gets almost no pleasure because of the efforts and erik just doesn't see that for a long time bc charles is very good at simulating whatever it is so they fuck and erik is happy and cherles is close to tears every time because yeah he had sex but he spent all time of it struggling to remain control of his abilities and he didn't have orgasm and he just doesn't know what to do because he's afraid to tell erik and he's afraid to stop doing that because he thinks he'd project his thoughts and feeling all over the mansion and he's afraid to go on the way he does because it's exhausting and kinda awful

sorry im in the mood for angsty thoughts about charles's telepathy sorry

you jsut gon say this in fronta my salad. ..,