#i was like twelve years old again but i didnt know i was twelve

[uplatterme]

dottore and his segments fighting over who can sleep next to you. (they all end up squishing themselves for space on the bed so you had to leave. they don’t notice it, so now they’re actually cuddling each other without knowing)

with each toss and turn, a dottore falls onto the floor and snaps his back. rest in peace 🙏

[sarcophagid]

my super real comic that exists

[dirt-str1der]

What ive learned about the yakuza community is that you guys are way too hung up over that scene in y4 where he pinned haruka to the ground then started panting really heavily , that didnt happen for me , that scene wasnt real to me i forgot about it.

[clownzaf]

I LOVE THE JOHN CONSTANTINE AND TIM DRAKE CROSSOVER AUS!!!!!

So now think about this, a Tim Drake joins the batfamily late au where he was originally Constantine Prodigy “The Drake”.

He is a witch, but in the “herbs, potions and spells” kind. And Constantine sees that kid running around with her mother’s grimoire and a house full of haunted artefacts and he decides that even he is so much of an asshole to not offer this kid guidance.

So he takes the kid out of Gotham and starts teaching him the more he can about magic, and myths, and everything he knows. He goes that far to search people who knows more than him on some themes that Tim is connected to.

Ex: Gods.

John wanted to genuinely die when that kid he’s been having following around for 5 months turned out to be on Hera’s good side. Like, really good side.

A boy without the love of a family + AND HEIR??? He should’ve expected the altar and the devotion since the moment he met the kid.

He was, however, surprised when in the anniversary of Tim’s adventure with him a peacock appeared to him in the street and told him that the kid loved him like family. That, even with his twisted form of love, he has been the person who has showed more love to this kid on all his life.

He slept hugging the kid that night.

He called Wonder Woman the next morning (he hated every second of it but it was something that Tim needed)

But not everything good lasts forever. In the third anniversary of Tim’s journey, Nyx appeared to him with a mission. To be the next Robin and help her soldier with the darkness that has been consuming him lately.

So twelve year old Tim Drake packed up to his first solo mission. One that didn’t involve magic and that might last longer than expected.

John filled his the kid with all the protection he could and made him promise that if Batman ever do something to him he will turn him into a pig and then call Constantine who will ship his ass to Circe’s Island.

Made Tim promise to use his magic if he needs to. Screw Batman’s rule. John cares more about the kid’s life.

He also promised to go visit him every chance he gets.

And then they go on differents ways.

Tim lasted 5 years in Gotham. His hometown, but so so far of everything he considered home.

The gods didnt dare to put a divine foot on Gotham, it was the city of the Underworld. He alsocouldn’t use magic being Robin.

And he was so so far away from his dad Mentor.

Constantine came to Gotham at least once a month (unless he was doing some reckless shit or were in hell again) and every time he came to Gotham he spent at least 2 hours re doing all of Tim’s protective wards on Drake Manor and himself.

It was until after the BruceQuest (That was more of a Magic Quest with Constantine were they tried to prove Bruce was alive, where, and what kind of spell they needed) that Nyx presented herself again and told Tim that he mission was over and that he could choose between staying on Gotham or come back to the life he left behind.

He didn’t hesitate before hugging Constantine and telling him to bring him home.

He never shows up again in Gotham. The family thought he didn’t survive the Quest. Until one day there’s an All Hands On Deck emergency on the JL and Constantine goes with his presumedly dead protege

THE DRAKE.

[funnyscienceman]

ok so umm thoughts

Dont like that ori didnt get to do her 'going down to help despite dad's orders', unless somehow she did that as the, like what, twelve year old she's stuck as in that coccoon? So there's hers AND viktor's agency down the drain lmao

Singed actually being, if not corin, A reveck is still cool. Though idk why corin would be a separate person at this rate. I guess it's not impossible. In any case the locket has the initials C.R. on it in fancy writing so take that how you will

I love singed being goofy doing his own thing hes so funny

'No one in power is innocent' and also 'Patience is a virtue that comes with age, both of which I have in abundance' and like everything else in that scene. singed ily

I just love singed getting to be emotional. Getting to talk more and do more besides the baseline stuff in s1. Believe me i love those too bits too but i love singed BECAUSE he can have all this depth and is still somehow extremely silly lmfao

'Chin up, little one.' HE KNOWS HOW TO TALK TO CHILDREN. like we already knew that from his scene with viktor but it's just cool getting to see more of it. He knows how to talk to kids, how to interact with them, because he was ACTUALLY HALFWAY DECENT AT THE DAD THING. granted we dont get to see much of him being a dad with ori alive and walking around but im honesty willing to bet on it, because

Doesnt that make him MORE fucked up? That he would know how to be gentle, how to talk to kids, "Don't be afraid. You built this? Why aren't you playing with the others?" "Chin up, little one. We won't be in there for long." THE TONE OF VOICE. He CAN be decent, he CAN be kind, and he CHOOSES to experiment on and torture people and hurt people and let them get hurt for his own ends. Even his own PUPIL, he's willing to sabotage, just to get to warwick, for orianna. I have no doubts that he gives A shit about viktor, but he also loves Ori and he's put her in a coccoon and did she want that?

Besides the fact that he also could just see how the whole thing was some measure of fucked up and was like nah yeah thats not gonna last lmao heres ur warning kid, take it or leave it

In the moment i had thought that the instant cut from isha to singed at the rally was singed seeing that a kid was getting hurt and choosing that moment to act, but that could've also just been a cut to his reaction to cutting himself to draw warwick out, idk. This is just a footnote it doesnt matter much in the grand scheme of things lmao

Singed in a public space. Never thought i would see the day

THE BEDTIME STORY LITERALLY BEING THEIR SITUATION FFS

I will never recover from all this singed material. What's that? Viktor's started a cult? Jayce has a beard? Caitlyn's flip-flopping allegiances? Dude i dont care, im just here for singed. Look at him being goofy how could you not love him

Though to be real i am going to mourn the massive change to Ori's lore. What was so cool about the idea to me was how Orianna took her own life into her hands, first from dad, then death, and then dad again. I was baffled by it before, but upon rereading it i realize now why Ori left after giving dad her heart — he couldnt stop her from leaving anymore. It's framed as 'oh she's not human anymore so she has to find her place in this world' but it's really the root of her going down to Zaun in the first place: not the part where she's kind and giving, but the wanderlust. She wanted to go out and see the world, and Corin was always like no, it's too dangerous, you're staying here; and he was even pretty sucky about it by making the mechanical lungs require a key for winding, which he kept on his person up until he got sick. After the surgery, Ori took the key and left.

I'd thought myself that it was because she couldnt face him afterwards — i mean, she DID drug her dad and then perform heart surgery on him, using herself as the donor, all without his knowledge or consent; loving a gesture as it was it's still pretty fucked up LMAO — but i guess there's no reason for it to not be multiple things at once. And not like it matters much given s2 act2

One thing i find funny is how ori's image in the locket keeps changing. In s1 she looked like a lil baby, a preschooler maybe. In singed's arcane skin she looked like a teenager or even a young adult. Here in act 2 she looks like a tween lmao pick one rito

My thoughts are all over the place. Im no good at organizing. It's 12am and im brimming with energy.

Honestly no matter what happens, i think it'll be fine. Whatever riot declares as canon, you dont have to keep it. The thing about creative stuff like stories and characters is that once they're out there, they're not just the creators' anymore. That's the fun part about fanfic, we can just do our own thing and ignore whatever mess is going on in 'canon' lmfao

I like the idea of Ori's story being intact, and singed being corin reveck, and ori still going fullmetal and doing the heart surgery and leaving all before arcane even starts. I like the idea of s1 leading directly to all the fun fun fun stuff of league and LoR lore. Also i think singed doing all this unhinged science stuff and keeping himself alive just to preserve the last piece of his daughter, which she had given to him to save him, is pretty neat, so. I'm gonna stick with all that unless something absolutely drastic changes my mind

(Also i think it'd be funny if the worst man to ever walk Runeterra only came to exist/didnt die when nature said he should simply because his daughter, piltover's best most moral champion, loved him so much she gave him the last of her humanity to save him. Like congrats ori, your dad is still alive and kickin! Bad news is he has now aided and abetted imperialism/colonialism, chemical warfare, drug trafficking, and up to a thousand and maybe more awful awful human experiments and other crimes against humanity. Like can you imagine her coming back to piltover and finding all that out? That could mess her up. And wouldnt that be a neat character conflict to work out! Maybe with viktor who's also trying to find a balance between helping people and cold hard machinery! I love this little bubble and i will never leave thanks hahaha)

[demontonic]

Hayden Christensen - The first time - 2

let’s pretend that i didnt already start writing this for a separate story before i decided to just add it in for a part 2 please and thank you! Here’s part 1 if you haven’t read it and my masterlist for more!

word count: 1998

You had landed a part in Star Wars after years of auditioning for any possible role. You had struck mainstream fame after a horror movie you did for Rob Zombie. They had introduced an interesting character, they wanted to give Darth Vader a devotee, of course after Padme he never loved again but they wanted to show how exactly he dealt with it immediately after her passing. The audition was a scene in which said devotee breaks after pining for his approval the entire series.

“I have given you everything I am, I betrayed everything I ever knew, and I have done everything you ever asked! Just once I want you to see me, all I do, all I am is for you… Anakin.” Your voice sounded empty, defeated, broken and angry. Unrequited love in the worst case scenario possible, falling in love with a widowed sith lord. The story outside all the theatrics however was quite the opposite.

“Chosen one, how’s your morning old man?” You taunted in a merry voice, the taller blond man just shook his head. A smirk resting on his lips as he scoffed at the weak attempt of a joke.

“You aren’t too far behind me lady,” he dropped his bag onto the blue mat next to yours. Soon Hayden towered over you awaiting the inevitable comeback, something you’d grown accustomed to during training.

“Twelve years is enough for me to give you shit big papi,” you shoved his torso once you felt your neck stiffening at the uncomfortable angle it required to look at him.

“Well I thought you two weren’t supposed to get along,” Dave Filoni, you swear you could spend hours thanking this man for his work in the Star Wars universe, afterall he did create your character.

“Dave!”

“Hayden!”

They briefly shook hands, clearly having a deep respect and adoration for each other as long time coworkers and friends. Behind Dave however was this redhead, she was older than you but still younger than Hayden. She was the trainer's assistant who very much liked to try and correct Hayden, despite him having more experience than most of us. It wouldn’t have struck a chord with you, it shouldn’t have, but when she placed her hands around his arms to adjust his ‘lightsaber’ it angered you deeply. Luckily for you she seemed to be in quite the chipper mood, “Fan- fucking -tastic,” you thought while watching her drool over him.

“-And then we’ll get started on your final battle, sound good?” Dave looked between you and Hayden, a nod coming from you both before he walked away; being replaced by the main trainer, Harry.

“Morning, Milord, lover girl, Jess.” His voice was relaxed as always, he was a gentle man despite the skills he had taught us. He could cheer you up and stop you from being discouraged one moment and then completely body slam you the next. You were forever grateful he was the trainer, because if it was that snotty bitch Jessica, you’d never catch a break. He liked to refer to us using names related to our characters to ‘get us in the headspace’ you just thought it was cute.

“Morning puff, how was the commute this morning?” You teased since he always complained about traffic, but today he gave you a knowing look. Puff was the nickname you gave him, his hair was insanely fluffy and long it also was a very light blonde.

“Well I’ll have you know it was better today, I hope that’s how your choreography goes as well since we’re gonna start breaking down your final battle today.” He grabbed a pole before swiftly turning to us, a test he’d do every now and then to see if we could spring into action. Of course, being the teacher’s pet I’d met his ‘blade’ first.

“Ah my lover girl, always quick on her feet,” his praise made you smile while he stood down, returning to his previous spot.

“She still needs to keep her legs braced properly, her stance is weak,” Jessica spat while she walked over to Harry, twirling her pole in hand cockily. To be fair she’d won many matches against you, but as of recently you had the winning streak.

“Now Jess-”

“Wanna give it a go, see how weak my stance really is?” You proposed, walking out to the middle of the mat, leaving Hayden to stand lonesome in the corner. He loved your drive, your constant need to prove yourself against that wretched woman. Not many people fancied her, it wasn’t hard to understand why, Hayden was not one of those people.

“Any day, any time, you know I’m always ready,” she quickly met you in the middle, poised for action, awaiting your first strike.

“Are you?” You had been working on this rendition of Hayden’s move, it was your personal touch to the character. It was the famous ‘Obi-Ani’ however when the saber went behind your back the blade would be downturned. From there it would switch hands, strike once it was brought forth, then switched back to your right hand. That was exactly how you started, she hadn’t been able to combat it and in the fictional universe her hand would be severed. In the real world, you hit her wrist very hard, you hoped to see the bruise later on.

“Impressive! I didn’t know you had finally polished that move, I think it will do well in the choreo.” Harry quickly declared before getting in between you two. Hayden also approached you, his hand turned your shoulder to face him.

“What even was that?” He sounded impressed, almost childlike especially with the smile that accompanied the question.

“I took your move, and I made it my own master,” you said cockily with a shit eating smile. Harry’s praise made you smile, but Hayden’s interest made you jump for joy.

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

It had been a few hours now, you had gone through 4 out of 10 parts of the battle and you were starting to get frustrated. The lightsaber part had never been an issue, but the footwork on your part was intense. It had to be because by now Anakin was Darth Vader his mobility was nothing like the prequels. To keep Hayden stiff they had pads on his arms and knees to limit the movement. On top of that there was a lot of dialogue throughout the beginning, so you kept circling each other, anticipating each other's next moves.

“Again, let's slow it back dow-“

“No. Let’s do it again, I just need to keep doing this until I get it.” It wasn’t a backflip or some mind blowing parkour, however the transition from running, to sliding, up to your knees; and then trying not to fall back while Hayden pushed down on you with his saber wasn’t easy.

“Do you want me to ease up?” God sometimes you just wanted to hit him with the pole when he tried to water it down for you. He came from a good place but amidst your frustration, and Jessica’s relentless corrections you were losing control.

“No, just start again at 3”

“Okay, on your line”

And with a heavy sigh you repeated the last line of your spiel. “Just once I want you to see me, all I do, all I am is for you… Anakin.” Your voice was harsh, it was unmissable so as Hayden began his attack, you deflected with more force than normal. Your jaw was clenched and your fists tight. Your eyes were set on Hayden, it was like you were doing the scene for the actual take, hell it was like you were actually living this scenario.

“Anakin is no more, I killed hi-“

“Liar!”

You stepped forward going back into the confrontation, your sabers clashing louder than before. Grunts leaving your throat as you push your tired body to perfection, until you catch sight of Jessica. Her glare stuck on you as if you killed her favorite person, it just made you fume. The next part is when you cut off Vader’s left hand and while normally you let Hayden put his hand down, you hit the back of his hand. Finally it had clicked that you weren’t okay, something was bothering you and he had a pretty good idea why. However he remained silent and followed through with the scene.

“All this time, did you think I might fall in love with you? Your pride consumes you, padawan.”

“And your grief consumes you.” You said through clenched teeth, this was where you had to jump off a blue block they’d set up. As you jumped down, you rolled onto your knees before running at Hayden, and to avoid his saber you slid beneath it. Once you turned to face him, you hurriedly got onto one knee finally making it on time before your sabers clashed. He pushed down on you and you could feel your shoe slip against the slick fabric of the mats. You were fed up with this plastic always fucking this part up so you pushed back with all your upper body strength.

Not your best moment.

Hayden fell back as you stood up and this finally calmed you down from your mood. You breathed heavily while you walked over to help him back up, twirling your saber mindlessly. You looked down at the blonde, holding your hand out wordlessly in embarrassment.

“Sorry, I just-“

“Let’s take a break, and talk about this.” Hayden interjected before hurriedly ushering you to the parking lot. There was nothing to say, it was childish of you to act out, it was embarrassing, you couldn't begin to process the emotions pooling in your stomach. He unlocked his car and opened the door for you without hesitation, he was scarily calm as you got in the passenger seat. It didn’t take long for him to get into the driver’s seat, long strides equaled less steps. Once he was seated the silence continued for a moment, you wouldn’t dare meet his gaze.

“Jessica is a hard person to be around, I’m sure you’ve had a few instances like that in the workplace. Y/N you are giving her what she wants when you get angry, people like that thrive off your misery.” Hayden Christensen, he had to be God’s favorite, he was so nice and understanding. A gentle giant trying to reason with a short psycho, perfect.

“It disappoints you as much as it does me-“

“I’m not disappointed in you, if anything I’m proud… surprised even.”

“Surprised?”

“Yeah, Harry assumed you would’ve chewed her head off by now. You saved me 20 bucks”

“So what I’m hearing is you think I could win in a fight.” The mood was lighter now, you both sported bright smiles while the banter continued.

“I wouldn’t have put money on you if I didn’t think you would,” he was being sincere and you knew by the way he spoke so effortlessly.

“Might not be for much longer, it’s like she gets worse everyday- that or my tolerance is getting shorter.” This time your tone sounded defeated, sure you’ve dealt with more stressful things in life, but it seemed as though you had no more patience left. Hayden quickly took note of this and used the leverage of you being a Star Wars nerd to cheer you up.

“Have faith love, everything will soon be set right… I’ve been told she’ll be transferred to a different project anyway. Someplace far far away from us,” His voice dwindled to a hushed volume, it was soothing.

“That would bring peace to the entire city.” He laughed at your brutal joke before changing the subject.

“So do you think we can go in there and try to play nice?” The question lingered for a moment before you reluctantly answered him.

“I don’t make promises.”

“But?”

“But… I will try.”

“Atta girl.”

@oogachakaooga

@lonelywitchv2

@papas-peepee

[noblehouseofgay]

No only 1 will die tonight THEN ITLL BE YOU EXPELLIARMUS well well sirius looking rather rugged aren't we finally the flesh reflects the madness within well you'd know all about the madness within now wouldn't you remus *gay hugging* I found him I know it's him I understand let's kill him NO I TRUSTED YOU AND ALL THIS TIME YOUVE you've been his friend *lover* he's a werewolf it's why he's been missing classes how long have you known since professor snape set the essay well well well Hermione you really are the brightest witch of your age I've ever met enough talk remhs come on let's kill him wait I DID MY WAITING TWELVE YEARS OF IT IN AZKABAN very well kill him but wait one more moment Harry has the right to know why I know why you betrayed my parents you're the reason they're dead no Harry it wasn't him somebody did betray your parents but it was somebody who until quite recently I believed to be dead who pETER PETTUGREW AND HES IN THIS ROOM RIVHT NOW COME OUT COME OIT PETER COME OUT COME OUT AND PLAY expelliarmus oh vengeance is sweet how I hoped I'd be the one to catch you severus I told Dumbledore you were helping an old friend into the castle and now here's the proof brilliant snape once again you put your keen and penitrating mind to the task and as usual come to the wrong conclusion now if you'll excuse me rrremus and I have some unfinished business to attend to give me a reason I beg you severus don't be a fool he can't help it it's habit by now sirius be quiet OH QUIET YOURSELF REMUS listen to you two quarreling like an old married couple why don't you run along and play with your chemistry set I could do it you know but why deny the demetors they're so longing to see you do I detect a flicker of fear a dementors kiss one can only imagine what that must be like to endure its said to be nearly unbearable to witness but I'll do my best severus please after you expelliarmus Harry what did you jusy do you attacked a teacher tell me about Peter Pettigrew he was at school with us we thought he was our friend no Pettigrews dead you killed him no I thought so too until you mentioned seeing Pettigrew on the map the map was lying then the map never lies pettigrews alive and he's right there me it's mental not you your rat scabbers has been in my family for 12 years curiously long for a common garden rat he's missing a toe isn't he so what all they could find of Pettigrew was his finger the bloody coward cut it off so everyone would think he was dead and then he transformed into a rat show me give it to him Ron what are you trying to do to him SCABBERS LEAVE HIM ALOME GWT OFF HIM WHAT ARE YOI DKING remus sirius my old friends Harry look at you you look so much like your father like James we were the best of friends HOW DARE YOU SPWAK TO HARRY HOW DARE YOU TALK ABOUT JAMES IN FRONT OF HIM you sold james and Lily to voldemort didnt you I didn't mean to the dark lord you have no idea the weapons he possesses what would you have done what would you have done I WOULDVE DIED I WOULD'VE DIED RSTHER THAN BETREAY MT FRIENDS

[atla-confessions]

“Damn right, the only person true Aang stans hate is the fucking guru (lmao plz ask me why)"

Why?

LMAO THANK YOU FOR ASKING

Anyway, The Guru is just, awful. I mean, this man really looked at a 12 year old and was like "just don't be sad dude." Like, "oh, literally everyone you knew and loved is dead? That's fine, you have a crush on a girl. That's basically the same thing." Like no, I'm sorry. Sure, I kinda understand the point of like, love evolves but NO you cannot equate his love for Katara with his love for LITERALLY EVERYTHING HE HAS EVER KNOWN.

And then the whole, "Katara or the avatar state"??? Like??? I'm sorry, every other avatar seems to be vibing with their avatar state just fine while still having earthly attachments. Roku had an attachment so hard a 100 yr war happened, but he gets to use the avatar state at free will. Almost like, oh, maybe the avatar state is something controlled through skill and not some arbitrary state of mental bliss. It really reads like Aang is just too young to be able to handle the avatar state naturally because he's, you know, a child, so the Guru is trying to force it onto him child soldier style.

And yeah, I love people who point out that there is a difference between love and attachment. You know who doesn't explain that? THE GURU. Bitch, if it took us adults a whole lot of thinking to figure out wtf he meant, (and some people are still convinced he just meant Aang shouldn't love Katara like that anymore) how the fuck did he expect a TRAUMATIZED TWELVE YEAR OLD to get it????

And like, ultimately, his lesson was wrong???? We are told point blank by Iroh, a character we know and trust for his wisdom, that the Guru was wrong???? And Aang fucking died for that shit???? WHAT WAS THE POINT

I'm so convinced everything would have gone a thousand times better without the Guru.

1. Aang wouldn't have left in the first place. No need to save Katara if he got captured with her bc hes a fuckin earthbender. 2. Even if they still ended up in the same situation in the catacombs, if he didnt use the avatar state, you know what would've happened?

They would have been captured. And then either been saved by the others or escaped on their own again. Because that's what they always do. I mean really, they had SOKKA and TOPH on the outside. You think those two wouldn't be able to figure out how to bust them out of anything???? Nobody would have had to fucking DIE. The world wouldn't think Aang was dead. So many things would've been better

But NO because the FUCKING GURU had to STICK HIS NOSE IN BUSINESS IT DOESNT FUCKING BELONG IN.

I'm so about forgiveness and love. I vibe with Aang's message so hard, but I will punt the guru across a nation any day. I can forgive genocidal maniacs, I draw the line at old men who tell 12 yr olds to completely dismiss their trauma and throw themselves into unnecessary danger smh /j

Literally what did he do? What did he contribute? Nothing but pain and misery. I liked him bc he was nice to Appa and then he went and told Aang "just stop being afraid bro" (which clearly worked so well as we see later in Daydreams and Nightmares)

Just, ugh, 0/10 worst character. I will forever be anti-guru lmao.

X

[b1rd1e-ch1rps]

can i js talk abt how annoying this one girl is rq?

just a quick disclaimer, im not TRYING to talk shit i js rlly dont know what to do and i need advice

so basically right she says “god im likr a 12 yr boy” and i go “why do you think that?” and she goes “i own a minecraft shirt”.

what the fuck.

like no a piece of clothing does not mean that you are a twelve year old boy (shes not trans, she’s she/her and straight like me)

like girl is the ‘taylor swift’ basic white girl.

and she like bullies me as well

she tells me shit like ‘ur bass is ugly’, ‘ur ugly’, ‘ur singing sucks’, ‘lovejoy is shit’, ‘you should like taylor instead’, shit like that

she forced me to listen to taylor and put like ‘swiftie’ in all my bios and put certain pfps and when i didnt know something abt taylor she would like slap me and shit

and her humor is like everytime i say even the word ‘lovejoy’ she slaps my shoulder and says something like ‘shut up’ or ‘here we go again’

and she knows i have like anger issues and stuff and she acts as if im lying like when i get mad she goes ‘dude it was a joke’ and ‘here we go again, you always do this’ and im too scared to say anything

and so going back to the stereotypical ‘twelve year old boy’ thing i go ‘i dont think most twelve year old boys listen to taylor and laufey’ (the stereotype that im thinking of they like shit like arctic monkeys and kanye’ (this was based of the boys in my class in my form group in y7 btw)

and like girl goes ‘yeah well i play football’ and me (being a football player/nerd) go ‘what position’ and her response:

‘welllll i play with my dad and we only do like passing and stuff’

and the thing is right is we are like best friends

and im not trying to purposefully like talk shit its just that once she kind of like stopped being friends with me and posted like my real name and my face online (which she knows im not comfortable about) and like made like hate vids on me and would like talk shit abt me in the corridors js loud enough so i could hear her and it made me want to genuinely kill myself

so idk what to do :<

i might post this on my other acc, idk

[suffarustuffaru]

For what it’s worth about Natchuki Subawu adopting Spica as a fellow 12 year old: I’m pretty sure he was narratively in the wrong for that and the intended response was “Hey. Buddy. What are you doing?”

For a number of reasons. Not the least of which being him doing that in front of Ram.

very true yes! :o personally (and this may be different for other people feel free to let me know hah) i feel like the adoption was more viewed in the sense of it being narratively wrong but because louis is a sin archbishop and literally almost no one approves of this decision and. not bc subaru is also a child rn. not that these two things cant coexist bc they Do. but i feel like the narrative focuses more on the conflict out of louispica and subaru adopting her as spica and pushes aside the fact that he is Also the same age as spica rn. which is Understandable but. still HAH 😭😭 hes a child rn too!! but i may be wrong on what the narrative says abt this so :o

but definitelyy thats what it felt like to me when i was reading that. like i get subarus kinda in the wrong here as much as i understand why he does adopt spica and all that, but at the same time the expected sort of “wtfff subaru lmaooo” reaction im probs supposed to have from subarus adoption was layered underneath me going “ok why is a twelve year old adopting another twelve year old :,)”. but thats just me haha :,,)) it soured that moment a bit for me. on top of me personally just not caring much for spica. i feel like even if she has trouble talking, we still couldve seen more personal development and agency from her throughout arcs 7-8 that wasnt mostly just her doing stuff for subaru or being shoved around or smth. she could be saying more that wasnt just “uaaaau” (which iirc is her trying to say subaru which is fun <3 butt i wish she had the chance to say more even if it wasnt with her voice!! or a chance to see more of her pov!!). and i love the idea of her growing to love subaru and rem and such but it doesnt feel earned to me when her arc 6 self disappeared in an instant!! she didnt change, she got toddler-mentality-ied into near instant character development :,) at least amnesiabaru went through a bunch of change on his own and still merged with Natsuki Subaru so we still feel those effects on subaru u know? :,) i open arc 8 chapter with spica and she goes “uaaaau” and then the plot pushes her around as it sees fit so she can cause conflict or fix conflict as a device tappei’s using. :,)))

but anyway that is me once again showing my mixed feelings on louispica but :,)) alas… i will hold out hope that tappei will do wack ass shit with her that makes me love her again. ty for the ask anon <3

[sankta-starkova]

THE OUTSIDERS

011 | what does the future hold

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Warnings: allusions to sex

Summary: the one where daisy returns to camp from college and is blinded by her love for him, even as the world ends

Wordcount: 2.7k

PERCY, ANNABETH AND GROVER HAD one day. There was only one more day until the summer Solstice and she was getting more and more stressed out by the second.

The whole camp was on edge. She had to stay strong for the younger kids, make sure that everyone knew that it was going to be okay.

She didn't know that. She didnt know if everything was going to be. All she knew was that she would be turning 19 today.

With all of the fighting and the constant arguments, she hadn't been able to relax since the quest was started. She didn't even have time to remember her own birthday.

Luke did.

He had dragged her away from a music lesson with some of the newer kids to come and sit on the Dock.

It was her favourite spot. Nobody ever came to this area and it was where they would hang out - before and after they started dating.

Now it not only acted as their conversation spot, but a make-out spot - and a little more than that.

They sat on the crumbling Dock, legs swinging off of the side. It was peaceful for a second and she didn't even need to worry about all the turmoil going on in the world.

It was quiet. They just sat there and talked for a little while, eating strawberries and having fun.

He told her that he had a present. He turned around and grabbed his bag, pulling a little box out of there and then handing her the box.

She looked a bit suspicious before opening it. She gasped a little when she pulled out a small circle with a hook at the top, like a charm.

The ancient Greek instantly translated in her mind. LC. It was his initials on the necklace.

"It's from that song of that mortal you like, Tara Swift?" He questioned.

She laughed. She never got to listem to much music at camp but back in college, her best friend Holly had gotten her addicted to it, "Taylor. Taylor Swift,"

"I know you wear your camp beads all year round and I thought it kind of matches my one an-" he started to ramble on.

She cut him off with a kiss. She pressed her forehead against his and just allowed herself to get sweeped up in the moment.

"I love you," she muttered, pressing another kiss to his lips.

She could stay there forever in his embrace, just kissing him, holding him.

Then the thunder burst out over the sky and she jumped back, heart speeding up at the sound. This was all getting so real.

"The summer Solstice is tomorrow," She said nervously, pulling away from him.

The moment was over. Now it was back to reality and to the fate of the world which rested in the hands of two twelve year olds and a 24 year old satyr.

Luke placed a hand on her shoulder, "They might be there already," he reassured.

"Does it look like they are?" She snapped at him, hand pointed up at the sky.

Their eyes both looked up at the dark clouds that were spreading over the camp. It was getting worse by the second and she knew that something bad was coming.

She was silent as she looked over at Luke. He seemed shocked at her angry reaction but not shocked at her anger towards the Gods.

"I'm sorry. It's just all I can think about. What if we go to war?" She looked at him again, tears pooling in the waterline.

He shook his head, watching as a tear slipped down her cheeks. He reached up, wiping that tear away with the pad of his thumb.

He let his hand rest there for a second and she leaned into his touch, "You got to stop worrying about that. It will all work out in the end,"

"What do you think about then? If it's not the end of the world?" She asked.

She needed a change of subject, she couldn't keep thinking about the imminent end of the world.

He was silent for a second, thinking about what he could do to cheer her up. He had this plan he had been working on with Chrion and this was the perfect time to tell her.

"Chiron said he could pay me to teach them swordfighting. He suggested I should move out though when I want to," he explained.

She looked up at him, moving away from her previous position so they could have a conversation.

"Move where?" She questioned.

"There's this little house on the edge of camp property that nobody's lived on for years and I want to fix it up. That's where my mum wanted to live," he said with a smile on his face.

She loved all parts of Luke but sometimes he struggled to get out his emotions and what he really wanted.

That wall seemed to be non existent as he told her about his plans for the future and she loved that side of him.

She reached down, placing a hand on top of his which was on her thigh, "Is that when she wanted to become the oracle?"

"Yeah," there was a sombre tone to his voice at the thought of his mother.

She knew he had always struggled with what his father had done to her. He blamed it all on the Gods, all the bad things that happened in the world.

There was hesitation in his voice, almost like he was scared to say the next sentence, "I thought we could live there. Together," he suggested.

Silence fell over the two of them and all they could hear was the waves of the lake lapping at their feet.

She looked at him with wide eyes and Luke was starting to regret everything. Maybe he shouldn't have brought it up, maybe it was too much too soon. Maybe she hated the idea of living with him..

He started to backtrack in panic, "We don't have to. It's a fourty minute train journey from NYU so you can move in when I'm finished. It'll take me a while to renovate an-"

She cut him off, her hands going to each side of his face as she kissed him passionately.

He instantly kissed her back instantly. A weight was lifted off of his chest, one that he had been carrying around for months. She would go with him wherever.

"That's all I've ever wanted. Yes," she smiled at him before pressing another chaste kiss to his lips, "But I agree. I should finish school first,"

Luke had never felt so free. To know that they had the same ideas for the future made everything worth it. This plan was going to work out, they would stay together.

"It's big, three bedroom, I don't have to renovate them all yet, but if we want a family then it would be fine," he explained.

She blinked a couple of times, almost in shock. She didn't know that he had been thinking this far into the future, to kids, a family.

"If you don't want kids then you can say," Luke started to panic again, heart speeding up, "And if this is too much and I'm crazy then say,"

"Two kids," she stated and he physixally relaxed, "A boy and a girl, in that order"

"You've thought about it too?" He asked, the widest grin on his face.

"Just a little bit," she said almost teasingly. She had thought about it a lot, "One day we'll have it all Luke. The wedding, the house, the kids. We'll stay here forever,"

His stomach sank a little bit at the idea. If his plan didn't work out than it could be a long time before any of that would happen. It may never happen.

"What if the world changes before that? What if this war between the Gods gets worse?" He asked, a hand coming up to caress her cheek.

"We have each other. This war won't tear us apart. Plus, if Percy finishes this mission there won't be a war," she stated.

"The world still might not be the same afterwards. Are you prepared for that?" He asked, smile dropping from his face. He was serious now.

"Why so ominous Luke? Is there something you're not telling me?" She suggested, her smile faltering a little bit.

There was a beat of silence and then she shook her head, a smile on her face.  She trusted him with her life, he wouldn't hurt her on purpose.

"I dont know why I'd even suggest that," she said, looking into his eyes, "I know you wouldn't lie to me,"

"You love me right?" Luke asked, breaking the silence.

"Of course," she responded. It was an easy question.

"And I love you. I wouldn't lie about something unless it's to protect you, never. You're it for me," he promised.

Daisy felt a weight get lifted off of her chest. He wasn't going to hurt her, there was nothing wrong between them.

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her lips. It started off slow but then he pulled her into his lap.

When they broke apart from their kiss, he could see the faint blush on her cheeks. He fell more and more in love with her every minute.

"This house. This family. We will have it all and there will be nothing that will stop me from getting it," he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, hand resting on her cheek, "I'd start a war for you baby,"

She laughed at the idea. She didn't need any of that. Daisy pressed a soft kiss to his lips, pulling away but leaving her hand on the nape of his neck, playing with the little hairs there.

"I don't want a war. I just want you," she promised, "I'm scared of losing you,"

"Is that what that nightmare was about?" He asked. They still hadnt talked about it and it had happened three days ago, "Was it him? The man?"

She nodded, almost scared to say it out loud, like something would punish her for it, "Yes Luke. But it was mostly about our quest. I don't know why it came back," she stated.

There was silence. She could tell something was wrong but assumed that it had something to do with the traumatic memories of the quest.

"Yeah, neither do I," he said, lying through his teeth.

There was silence. She lay her head against his chest and he kept his arms wrapped around her, holding him tight against her.

"Lets just enjoy this moment, before it all falls apart," he muttered into her hair

As she looked up at him, she knew that this was her soulmate.

The world was falling apart around them. There was going to be some sort of war and it wasn't looking good, the kids only had one more day. 

It didn't matter as long as she and Luke had one another. They could brave any storm together and they both knew that.

He tightened his arms around her, holding her close as the two enjoyed the silence. Soon, there wouldn't be any more peace and in all honesty, Luke was starting to doubt everything.

AFTER A WHILE, THEY MADE THEIR way back to camp. She looked over at Luke, smiling at his kiss bitten lips as she remembered what they had gotten up to in the seclusion of the woods.

He was having the same thoughts, glad she enjoyed her second birthday gift and it was clear from the slightly glossy look of her eyes - and the hickeys that were blooming under her shirt.

She was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard her name get called and April started running up.

Daisy picked the girl up with ease, feeling the little kid tighten her arms around her. Luke smiled at her, a hand brushing over April's hair. She was unclaimed and he always made sure the unclaimed kids were doing alright, especially if they were 6 like April.

"Why is the thunder so loud?" She asked, nuzzling her head into Daisy's shoulder.

She looked over her head to look at Luke. They shared a look and then looked around camp.

All of the younger campers seemed nervous and as she sat down on the bench, a couple of the other ones sat down around them.

They ranged from 8 to about 13, all of them scared and worried about what was going to be happening to them.

"Well, the lightning says something to the thunder and the thunder says something back," she said, sitting April down on her lap. Luke sat down on the bench next to her.

"It doesn't sound nice," she said.

"Don't worry about it sweetheart," She promised before looking out at some of the other children, "none of you should be worried, Percy, Annabeth and Grover will make this all go away,"

She believed in, in her heart that they would solve it. She had all her faith in them, she just knew that maybe something might happen.

"Why don't we do something fun?" Luke suggested and some of the kids nodded enthusiastically.

"Volleyball!" One called out and then all the suggestions came flooding in, "Read us some stories," "Sword Fighting,"

Luke held his hand up, chuckling, "hands up if you want to do Volleyball," he asked.

The majority of them put their hands up and Luke stood up, telling them to get ready for the greatest volleyball tournament. Then the rain started.

Most of these kids had never experienced rain at camp. It was a rare occurrence and Daisy could only think of one other time it had happened.

"Come on then, story time it is. Everyone scramble into the Hermes cabin," she said, standing up with April still on her hip.

The kids covered their heads with their hands, running into the nearest cabin.

Luke and Daisy stood there for a second. He looked at her, noticing the worried crease between her eyebrows.

This was bad news.

"We'll be fine," he leaned over and kissed his girlfriend. When he pulled away, he saw a sad little April and pressed a kiss to her forehead, "Lets go entertain them,"

Daisy watched as he ran off and she stood there for a second under the shelter, looking at the little girl.

"I don't like the rain," she said and Daisy sat her down on the bench.

She shrugged her own jacket off and wrapped it around the girl, pulling it over her head, "There. Now the rain won't get you," she said as she picked the girl up again.

She nuzzled into her shoulder again, "I love you Daisy,"

Her heart melted as she looked at the little girl who had never had anyone to love her.

"I love you more April," she said, tears welling up in her eyes. She looked over at Luke as he stood in the doorway, ushering the other kids over, "We're going to look after you here. You'll never have to worry about anything ever again,"

She pressed her finger against the girls nose and she giggled. She laughed even more as Daisy ran across the grass, reaching the inside.

She put her down and April instantly rushed over to her bed.

"What story can you read us?" Nathan, a 10 year old son of Aphrodite asked.

She hummed, sitting down in the one chair in the room. Luke sat down on the floor next to her, looking up at her.

"How about the tale of Eros and Psyche?" She suggested before she began to explain the tale.

Luke looked up at her, love in his eyes. He loved to see her interacting with the kids, being so caring. It made him smile as he pictured their future.

He could imagine her now. A little boy who had his dark curly hair and her smile. In her arms would be a little girl who would look up at him with his eyes.

There was a pit in his stomach as he wondered if it would never happen and he would ever get to have a future with her.

For now, he just ignored that sinking feeling. This would all work out and he would be able to sit in that little cabin with her one day, a ring on both of their fingers.

He got lost in her story, him and all of the kids listening to her as the thunder rumbled behind him. It was all going to work out as planned.

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[areskid101]

The third tear

“MITCHEL” 

A twelve year old Mitchell cowers further into the corner, his arms wrapped protectively over his head. Curled up into a tiny ball, he presses himself against the wall even more as if that could somehow make him invisible. 

Please, he begs in his head, please don’t let him be as angry as last time. 

The lack of attention or any pride from his father didn't scare Mitchell, it was his attention that scared the boy the most. Either Mitchell had done something to deserve it ( which was an impossibly rare situation in Ira Henderson’s eyes) or he had done something so wrong that his father had to drop all acts and focus fully on him. 

In this case it was the latter.

A silent tear ran down Mitchells face.

Please, I didn't mean to. I really really didn't mean to. 

I won't do it again. 

I won’t

Iwon’tIwon’tIwon’tIwon’tIwon’tIwon’tIwon’tIwon’t

“MITCHELL HENDERSON” His fathers yells were getting closer now. “GET OUT. WE NEED TO HAVE A CONVERSATION”

They never had a conversation. Mitchell never said anything. His father just yelled about what a disappointment his son was. 

He didn't want to be a disappointment, his mother said he wasn't but his father said he was. If his father had said Mitchell was a disappointment then he must be one right?

Why couldn't he do anything right?

Another tear ran down his cheek. Mitchell fearfully wiped it away. Ira Henderson doesn't like tears, says they’re a sign of weakness. Even tear tracks set him off sometimes. Once Mitchell had started sobbing in front of him, he remembered that he had gotten a rather large cut. It stung. A lot. He cried and asked his father to help. However his father went into a tirade about how crying won't get him anywhere. How Ira never cried when he was young. Crying was a sign of weakness and should be shamed as such. His father then left Mitchell on the ground to painfully drag himself home. 

Mitchell was nine at the time. He’s twelve now… but that memory still haunts him. 

Jeers from bullies at that time still ring in his ears.

“Found you” His fathers voice hissed as he loomed over Mitchells cowering frame. 

Mitchell looked up, his eyes widening with fear.

“I didn't mean too-’ He started before a powerful wave of air knocked him to the ground. He bit down a cry as a sharp pain bloomed on his shoulder. It was a throbbing pain that did not cease after some time. 

“Do not speak unless spoken to Mitchell, you know that. You’re forcing me to hurt you” His father sharply spoke before kneeling down beside him. A thunderous look etched on his face. 

“You have made me look like a fool tonight.” Mitchell squeezed his eyes shut, unable to look at the angry face that glared at him. “Why did you do it?”

Later that evening Mitchell was sitting with his father colleagues, having small talk when a man with blond hair asked him how he was settling with his parents divorce. Mitchell had easily replied that his parents divorce happened about a year ago and he had made peace with it. Then he added a comment about how he did miss his mothers cooking sometimes as his fathers did not cut it.  

He should have just kept his mouth shut. 

Ira Henderson did not like any mention of someone being better than him at something.

“I didnt think-

“Of course you didn't, we both know that Mitchell.” The Man’s cold voice whispered. This matter of fact, the tone of his father stung, as if nothing else could be true.

“I just missed Mom, that's all” Mitchell answered. 

Ira Hendersons eyes narrowed.

“I won’t do it again” Mitchell whispered pitifully, his eyes starting to smart with tears from the pain in his shoulder. “I won’t disappoint you again” 

His father stood up and looked down at the brown haired boy, his eyebrows furrowed as if the man was contemplating something confusing then they relaxed. 

For a second Mitchell dared to hope that his father had believed him but then the man's next words came. 

“Yes you will Mitchell. It's what you do.” With that the Man left, furiously muttering things under his breath. 

The third tear slid down Mitchells face.

[limetameta]

I genuinely want you to answer all of the weirdly specific questions for writers 👀

I am waiting for eggs to boil so I went and answered them. :)

1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

Times New Roman 12 babyy

2. If you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? If you already write everything by hand, a) are you a wizard and b) pen or pencil?

I would just never write anything ever again and would instead evaporate

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

I write crosslegged so I had to dismantle an expensive gaming chair that I bought to treat myself because I had never owned one and was so guilty about buying it only to find out that I cannot sit comfortably (ie neurodivergent like) so I just never sat in it and didnt write anything in ages and felt so bad abt it and tried sitting in so many weird (ie normal neurotypical) positions on that chair but nothing was working. Until one day bestie just asked me if I can take the arm rests off. I did so the same day and binge wrote 20k.

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

Rompar. It used to be roly poly but now its rompar.

5. Do you have any writing superstitions? What are they and why are they 100% true?

Never keep the story in one google doc, you will be overwhelmed. Have a doc for each chapter and then you will finish it lmao.

6. What is your darkest fear about writing?

That I suck ass and that the people who say I write well are lying to me.

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

Seeing how other people build off of my writing and them trying to give me theories about what they think is coming next :D

8. If you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go?

Without action. I can write a whole fic just with dialogue no problem.

9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know

Grandma, if you see this I hope you smite my enemies

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

Means that paragraph that haunts me either fucks or sucks so bad I need to change it. I am haunted by my first ever published fanfiction from 2012. It is gone for a reason.

11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve?

Kid me used to delete that shit mercilessly and now I rue not having access to some of those darlings. I have a doc that I keep with all the darlings for a specific fic.

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

Lorem Ipsum my beloved this takes me back.

Wish 1) I never have to use google translate again. The word I am looking for appears to me in the language I want it to appear in so I dont need to scour bosanski -> english google translate.

Wish 2) I look like an eldritch horror when you see me out of the corner of your eye but when you see me normally i look like me :)

Wish 3) I wish to free the genie

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

What you see me write is easy. What you dont see is hard.

14. Do you lend your books to people? Are people scared to borrow books from you? Do you know exactly where all your “lost” books are and which specific friend from school you haven’t seen in twelve years still possesses them? Will you ever get them back?

I give people books that I am done with. Never lend. I feel like a beggar trying to get them back after and thats not smth i need.

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

I am scared to write in books because growing up i never owned books i only had library books.

16. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever used as a bookmark?

Dead bug.

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

Can somebody send me a message what they want here like narrow it down

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

Send me passages

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

I started writing in English in 2009. Published my first fic online in 2012. I am on a proverbial horse right now, my writing is so rad when compared to even last year s writing. "Svakoga dana u svakom pogledu sve više napredujem ." XD

20. If a witch offered you the choice between eternal happiness with your one true love and the ability to finally finish, perfect, and publish your dearest, darlingest, most precious WIP in exactly the way you've always imagined it — which would you choose? You can’t have both sorry, life’s a bitch

I would chose love. I know I can do the writing thing lmao. My love life is unlucky insofar.

21. Could you ever quit writing? Do you ever wish you could? Why or why not?

I wish Id quit writing fanfic. But I keep getting sucked into fandoms. I most likely will try my hardest to stop writing fanfic once I fully complete the MCU.

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

I am skipping this because dear god it is a mess.

23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what’s around you as you work. Paint me a picture.

I think I did answer this one somewhere u can check it out if u go in the #ask tag and scroll

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

I want to kill Maes Hughes but every single scene with him having fun with Kimblee and co is important because it is making you fall in love with him as a character and making him into a real and lived char in this au. His death has to hurt and not be abrupt like in FMAB. Fma03 did this better u had more Maes scenes.

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

Pinako and Van used to grow weed.

26. How do you get into your character’s head? How do you get out? Do you ever regret going in there in the first place?

I dont know man I just do my thing and ask myself what would Solf J Kimblee do and then I write

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

Tom Riddle. I meann

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

Dr Morsels is honestly turning into my favourite fandom oc lmao

29. Where do you draw your inspiration? What do you do when the inspiration well runs dry?

My muse is Slenderman. I write Slenderman and all the words come back.

30. Talk to me about the role dreams play in your writing life. Have you ever used material from your dreams in your writing? Have you ever written in a dream? Did you remember it when you woke up?

I remember my dreams in the first like hour after I wake up. But I did get some really good ideas in my dreams so I will implement them.

31. Write a short love letter to your readers.

I love you. :) If you dont tell me you love me back I will die like a plant. <3

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

I dont return to anything lmao I am in academia and therefore disallowed from feeling art and reliving it.

33. Do you practice any other art besides writing? Does that art ever tie into your writing, or is it entirely separate?

Entirely seperate. I dance.

34. Thoughts on the Oxford comma, Go:

Good comma. 10/10.

35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

The way I just write sentences goes against all rules apparently. Bestie, native english writer, used to have an anyeurism until they found out that this is just how I write sentences and that I just will not change. They can explain better than I can.

36. They say to Write What You Know. Setting aside for a moment the fact that this is terrible advice...what do you Know?

:) I am a part of the leisure mafia so I know all about that field.

37. If you were to be remembered only by the words you’ve put on the page, what would future historians think of you?

This person was so poor that they never went to therapy, huh?

38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

Cats love us. :)

39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up?

Each day that I write I get better at it. Each day I get better at it I am leagues better than my sworn arch nemesis.

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.

https://fleursdumal.org/poem/126

[friendly-local-trash]

Hey guys what's up I'm the leader of Team Skull: Johto branch, and we're accepting members. Have you ever wanted the economic security and sense of belonging of being in a gang, but didnt want to join the mob? Are you absolutely sick of blasting off again and ready to settle in some place where the vibes are less take over the world and more pillow fort? Have you ever wanted to live somewhere with a bunk sofa? Team Skull is right for you! Join today! We meet in the park where I totally don't live.

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My name is Sol and I'm a poison type specialist. I used to be a trainer; I have all my certifications, blah blah blah. I work for a non-profit cleaning up routes and distributing those free items your twelve year old picks up while catching Zigzagoons. It's a very wholesome job. I also do poison "pest" control on the side to make ends meet; moving Beedrill nests away from kiddie parks and relocating Trubbish to the local dump and wrangling Ekans, all that shit.

My only Pokemon currently is Queef (he goes by Fart because my brother refuses to call him Queef but his name is Queef damnit he makes the exact sound), a classic Grimer I rescued from a clean up job. Mostly I just rehabilitate or foster, but Queef is here full-time.

If you're also a poison type lover, definitely hit me up, I love the little buggers.

UPDATE: Currently living in a park 👍 I now also have a feral Nidoran M who will be released once he stops injuring himself, and an Absol who I don't think I technically own but lives here also. Their names are Lil Bitch and Soteria respectively.

Caard

OOC STUFF BEHIND CUT

HEY EVERYONE, I'm irl Sol, actual Sol behind the fictional Pokemon Sol. I follow back from @solitarelee which most of you probably figured out immediately given my name LMAO. So my activity page looks like this!

Which I'm super pumped about actually. I didn't foresee any of this happening when I started the blog but I'm having a blast.

If anyone wants to OOC plot stuff to happen in "real pokeverse life" with me, my ask box and DMs are open (at least I think my DMs are open. if they're not right this second they're about to be). If you want something to be OOC discussion via ask box just let me know and be sure to send it off anon so I can answer privately. If we wind up doing a bunch of stuff together we could also trade Discords if necessary!

I'm gonna try to create like a list of all the members so I can keep them straight, but it might take me a second because I'm pretty busy irl. I'll also be trying to create a tagging system so people can tumblr savior or block certain RP threads if they feel like they're getting spammed to hell.

I created this blog as like a fun night time distraction on nights when I have to stay up, so it probably will never be super active during the day, at least not for while this semester is still going. If I don't reply right away it's definitely because I physically haven't seen it yet!

Thanks for all of your interest and for having fun playing in this sandbox with me!! I am living out my childhood pokemon rp dreams right now.

[agoddamn]

ZERO ! ZERO FOR THE PROMT THING ! IM SO SORRY I DIDNT SEE THAT EARLIER !

On the morning of his birthday Zero asked his lover, “How old did you think you were going to be?”

Halfway through getting dressed, Ashura popped his head out of his shirt and looked over. “Huh?”

“I’ve never imagined myself past twenty-five.” Picturing himself as an adult had always been vague and abstract, but in the dreams where he was wasn’t cold or fearful he was usually grown. 

“...oh.” Ashura suddenly looked very interested in settling his necklaces in the proper order. “That, well...I don’t know. I pictured being in Kouga again a lot, but it was always like I was dreaming that I’d get a big score and it could happen by next year. Never anything long-term.” He smiled bitterly. “Waking up and realizing I was this old was a surprise.”

“How old are you?” Zero wasn’t sure whether his own memories started at four or six. At one point, someone had pointed to him and said that twelve was old enough. It had seemed like as good a number as any.

“Forty-three. I’ve been dreaming ‘next year for sure’ for twenty-six years.” 

Time slipped by easily in the slums, a haze of mud and blood. He wanted to be jealous that Ashura was so certain of his own age

“I could be twenty-six,” offered Zero.

[icarusredwings]

This is unfortunately true when you look at all of the stunts he pulls in public. He really doesn't want people to know or see him be vulnerable. He literally ran away and coward in the corner because he didn't want the doctor to make a fool out of him. He made everyone in the world him except for Donna and Wilf, and even that embarrassed him.

In this essay I will he spewing some utter nonsense-

Is anyone even going to read this? Idk. Anyway.

SPOILERS?

He wants to be taken seriously so bad and the Doc just CAN'T. Its so funny. Like when Dhawan tells her "ill kill one of your friends just to prove a point" and shes like "nah"

We all know deep down, though, that he just really wants a hug, validation, and attention. Unfortunately Dhawans type of attention is "Live with me in my cozy beach cabin and give me all of your attention forever" not the "Ill travel with you if you promise never to abandon me like you do your other companions."

It's why simm said no. He doesn't want to be "just the doctors companion." He wants to be equal. He wants to be the reason why the doctor won't leave a situation without him. He wants the Doctor to chase after him the way he chases after the pretty blonde girls.

(COUGH COUGH)

Like Rose.

I can see sax getting jealous more about Donna and the Doctor giggling to themselves all the time then River because to him donnas just some human girl that he took a liking too and theyre not even romantic??

You have to think of it this way, the Master has always really "been second" to the Doctor. When people came to look for him they'd find Theta because they knew Koschei wouldn't be too far behind. He doesn't want that anymore. He wants to be separated so badly yet desired the way the doctor treats the humans. Like old times.

I can totally see them being young and someone asking theta to play or study and Theta turning to ask Koschei if he wants to join too.

As much as the master HATES the idea of being a "side kick" he wants to be a package deal again.

So yes, He gets extremely embaressed about public affairs, esspecially if humans are around (bc lets be so fr the master sees them as lower life forms) and it reminds him of how embaressed he got with DECA too. How they'd tease him. Especially when they were like 13-14 you know damn well they came around like "Oh hey Koschei, wheres your boyfriend?" And hed be like "He's not my boyfriend!!" Bc yk. Children in denial.

He always wanted to be his equal, but he never could get to that point. Whether it's just because writing and plot armor, or its just his personality, even when he PROVES hes better then the doctor he STILL somehow gets demoted to second. (seriously, the doctor doesn't even have a license and has a broke ship yet everytime someone sees the masters TARDIS theyre like 'wow i didnt know you had one of these? Thats cool. It looks like the doctors.' And hes like 'Ofc you idiot, except mines not broken and im certified to drive! 🙄')

Its why hes so ducking weird with the whole "asserting dominance"/ humilliation thing. Ngl i think he just might be kinky but thats another topic-

Between trying to strangle him all the time, forcing the doctor to call him master infront of his friends, making 13 kneel infront of everyone, becoming the whole prime minister just to tease the doctor about having more people like him then the doctor (on god, dude has a validation kink I just know it), forcing the doctor to eat out of a dog bowl for a year, locking him in a cage, showing him off to lucy like a prize, Missy IMMEDIATELY kissing him seconds after meeting twelve and forcing him to feel her hearts just so he'd freak out?

I feel like if the doctor actually treated him as more then just a silly old friend who acts like a clown and more the way three treated Delgado, like an equal to be afraid of but also trust a little, they might actually get somewhere. But alas, for writing reasons I dont think they'll ever get the house and garden in south France ending :(

But that's why there's fanfiction!!

Funfact: They both have landscaping degrees for ZERO reason. The Time academy was like "hmm okay ofc you guys need to learn about time space quantime physics and thermodynamics but you need sunshine so go in the garden and learn how to chop hedges. And DO NOT stone your classmates!"

Tag treats

the master is reputation coded and the doctor is lover coded. thats it. thats the post