#idk all of ii is so full of just. Love for what the crew is making

[lilacs-stash]

how do you feel about the ppl that love ii season 2 but hate invitational's guts?

I think they can't handle fun. I think they don't get that stories can be good without being the heaviest thing ever. Also just can't handle change. Yeah

[ii-meeple-confessions]

thinking abt 3G and 3GS again and they’re making me ill. like yes i love the other meeple sibling dynamics (4 and 4S <3) but AUHFHHFHF Those two. THOSE TWO. mauls and tears them apart /aff

forever rotating that ii16 scene in my head FOREVER. i just want them to be happy !!! ugh!!!! 3GS looked SO happy that he was able to pull her up. and she just. EUUEUEUEU 💧💧💧💧😢😢😢

i wish wish wish we could’ve seen more of them. like what if they grew up together .!!!! going full ramble abt my hcs … gulps..

i like to think!!! 2G, 3G, and 3GS were all pretty close. as close as they could be, with their limited emotional capabilities (i like to think 2G was more of the distant older brother because he wasn’t that advanced)

maybe cobs wasn’t that bad then. i’m not too sure of the timeline in canon because afaik the ii16 intro is the earliest in the ii/meeple timeline we know of/seen? i think? i’m not too sure when the shimmer war started lol

the space crew were able to just be happy and normal for a bit. and then cobs just forces them to be soldiers. Happy family? Wrong. Go to war! he probably erased most of their memories idk. shrugs

i have a handful of 3GS hcs abt that but that is for another time

but i like to think there was still a thread of emotion for them, like with 3G worrying abt 2G’s death and 3GS trying to save her.

and .also 2G. idk i don’t think abt him as much. 💔

Ok um teehee. hc rant over. i still need to learn how to articulate my thoughts well LMAO. i just like these silly phones and there’s like nothing to work off of for them!!!! so i’ll take it into my own hands 😈

also ooh can i..

- 3G anon

(i love her so dearly. crunches her in my teeth)

.

[kyogre-blue]

Oh, huh. what bugged me abt that isn't that they couldn't - after all the alliance HAS been in constant conflict ever since they decided to hunt down the Abundance - it was that, out in the whole wide universe...how the hell is the xianzhou the ONLY ONES who care abt a planet being destroyed? like rlly? yes, maybe in a cosmic scale there's multiple planets dying, but he's asking people for help, not the universe! ugh. can't they set up an intergalactic donations box or something?

well, companion quests are like... genshin story quests/hangout events, except w at least two playable characters talking to each other, but idk what you consider relevant context to main missions if you're skipping dialogue. ik Yanqing has a bit of an arc abt learning moves from jingliu and he meets jingliu in the companion quest > adapts jingliu's moves in mq boss fight (in a blink and you'll miss it line that wasn't at all clear but there you go) > succesfully replicates her move in climax of Finest Duel (II), so it may seem to come out of nowhere if you don't do it. like it's definitely not one of the better companion quests, you could just watch the cutscenes and get the idea, but it's one of the most relevant ones. Do you count trailblaze continuance as main story, or...?

The animations Ichor of Two Dragons and A Flash are much cooler than what actually went down in the luofu so I can dream lmao. But for real, who wrote those? They should actually write in the game. They know how to set up a climax, for one.

Characterwise you won't care, but fandom liked to characterise yanqing as a brat and a punching bag until he finally got a W in recent quests and I'm sick and tired of it so...

intro in mq as fighting prodigy who hits his first major roadblock (aka loses badly three times in a row to legendary fighters, one in his cq and two in mq. he's unfortunately infamous for this) > gets his insecurities aired out against his will, we learn that he has lost all his confidence and is desperate to prove himself > trying to balance acceptance of his limits with knowledge that they don't define him, compare and contrast w a new child prodigy chara who IS actually immature so we can see his growth.

Anyways I don't want to start more live service games so between geshin and hsr I honestly like hsr more. gl w your sunday and aventurine pulls!

Hm, well...

There was one thing I noticed, and that is how the game says "no one helps others out of the goodness of their hearts" in almost the exact same words over and over again.

I think I saw it first in Wardance, where it seemed to be part of Topaz explaining her section away as just teaching Belobog an important life lesson, that they can't keep relying on the MC to solve their problems and/or support them. They have to stand up on their own because the universe is a big, scary place full of nasty, powerful organizations (like... the IPC, presumably).

But this is also repeated at least twice in Belobog, whenever we try to say that we're here to deal with the Stellaron. Everyone immediately goes "oh, just because you're nice?? sus, we don't believe you, you're obviously lying."

And then, it has also already been brought up again in Luofu (I'm still on the first act). "Oh, you're here to deal with the Stellaron? Like you always do on multiple worlds, as we've heard since we know about the Astral Express already? Sus, no one does things out of principles, you're lying."

So at the very least, the writers really love having the altruism of the main crew questioned.

But they probably also just generally believe that people are extremely selfish and will not do anything without benefit to them, so asking strangers for help is pointless and Igor was wasting his time. The correct answer was always just to go home and die fighting for his country.

(You can even tie in how the entire plot of Luofu is kicked off by Elio deciding that they need to make sure the Luofu owes the Express a huge favor, so that can be cashed in during a future battle for the sake of the universe. Because you see, the Luofu wouldn't do shit during this massive future conflict of galactic scale, where we are presumably on the side of all life and civilization, without first owing us a personal favor.)

Realistically, they're not that wrong, but I find it annoying to have this be treated as a legitimate point of distrust so often.

As for me, I..... probably still like Genshin way more. The writing is bad for both, both don't let you skip, but Genshin has way more to do.

[video-gh0st]

So back in June I watched all the Ghostbusters films cause it was the anniversary of the original movie and I thought I'd do a quick bullet point review since it's been a bit since I watched them all together.

Ghostbusters (1984)

It's still a classic. Has memorable moments that will live on.

Fun scenes. Going after Slimer is always silly and chaotic.

Peter Venkman is a rough. I actually had a person tell me that Venkman is the reason why they never watched the first movie, and I don't blame them.

Wish there was a bit more build up to the confrontation with Gozer. Would be neat if they kept uncovering clues rather than just the moment they figured it out in the jail cell.

Ghostbusters II (1989)

I don't know why people dunk on this movie, it's great!

You can tell the cast and crew are having more fun and things are a bit more fleshed out.

Venkman actually has some good character growth and is not a total creep!

I actually like the build up to the climax on this one. Throughout the movie, there's a focus on the slime buildup in the city and the flow of the story feels good.

Some fun light scares.

I kinda don't like the whole "the ghosts just stop showing up" thing. It's a trope specifically for this franchise that's not really explained. Just "yeah nothing happened between the movies and people think, we're frauds again! Gotta do it all over again!"

Ghostbusters: Answer the Call (2016)

This movie gets a lot of undeserved hate thrown towards it for being the female lead reboot. A bunch of misogynist trolls threw a fit and never gave it a shot the moment it was announced.

The cast was great tbh. Everyone seemed to gel with one another.

Chris Hemsworth plays a himbo and we see him with his shirt off.

I really like the main antagonist in this movie. I think his character could have been fleshed out a bit more, but still fun idea.

The gear looks really cool in this movie.

Some scenes do keep going a bit too long and has like not good Saturday Night Live skit energy. I think they relied a bit too much on improv.

How the fuck is Chris Hemsworth the funniest motherfucker alive and why is he so cute?

There's a teeny tiny bit a queerness in this story, but I also feel like there's themes of found family going on here too and I like that.

Chris Hemsworth plays a himbo and we see him with his shirt off.

Ghostbusters: Afterlife (2021)

Trailers do this movie a disservice by making it feel like it's going for a Stranger Things feel, kinda relying a bit too much on nostalgia or even doing the "wow kids these days." It just felt like they didn't have any confidence on the movie itself when marketing this tbh.

The tone is a bit more serious, but honestly I'm fine with it. Still has some funny moments, but it's leaning more into the horror part a bit more.

Watching Phoebe learn more about her grandfather is honestly fun. And this movie does a great job with handing things off to a new generation in a way that doesn't feel like it's disingenuous.

Literally cried at the end. Honestly that ending felt wonderful and it felt like a good tribute to Harold Ramis.

I don't know why, but my first watch of this last year wasn't as good as the second watch this year. I don't know what happened. But I remember the first time I watched this and felt like it was just ok but not my favorite. Maybe it was just a bit of frustration that the sequel to Answer the Call got cancelled before it could even get into full production.

I appreciate the movie using some practical effects. There are just certain elements that you can't mess with in Ghostbusters movie and they nailed it.

Muncher is my least favorite ghost tbh. Idk, there are people who love Muncher and I do like the tardigrade inspired design, but idk, they didn't appeal to me like the other ghosts did.

[katiefromcabin7]

Ok the brain goblin is going crazy. I might actually write this but for now little ideas I have:

Percy would obviously be the captain.

(Fun fact most pirates were Democrats. Captains, Quartermasters and First and second mates were elected positions with candidates being the best person in the skills needed at sea, modern media has the pirate captain rule over his ship using fear but that was often not the case)

Percy is obviously the best at sea and I can see everyone voting for him more those reasons and even for things like his leadership and charisma. The Captain is also normally the person with the most experience.

I love the idea of him almost growing up at sea with Sally (in my pirate world the pirates aren’t sexist ok guys) and then maybe Sally is forced to give up pirating (probs because of stupid Gabe, dont worry if i chose to include him he will die a wonderful death) and Percy somehow gets back into it.

I got this idea in my head of Hazel being the sweet innocent girl she is but also an absolute menace. Her job is to keep track of inventory and rations, but she is also the ultimate pillager, her ability to steal precious metals is almost magical lol. She would also handle the magic artifacts.

Hazel is kinda getting child of Hermes traits in this lol becuase i want them to get back to the ship after having to flee port quickly without grabbing rations or whatever and everyone is like mother fucker, we didnt get anything and hazel’s like 😏 and they are all like dude and she just dumps out a ridiculous amount of jewels and jewelry, while keeping that “what, i didn’t do anything” kinda look on her face.

Leo is obviously the Carpenter as well as just the overall repair man. He’s also the cook. (Vegan tacos for the win lol)

Piper is the main lookout and works lots with the sails and rigging. She is also very convincing (idk if she has full charmspeak in this since everyone’s powers will be kinda different but she has learned how to manipulate high society people during her time there) She also flirts with all the women when they dock lol.

I picture Leo and Piper growing up childhood besties on land. Piper being from a noble family and Leo’s mom working as a maid or something for Pipers family (because high society still hates women, because high society is run by evil men) but she obviously teaches Leo everything he knows. Leo’s mom dies and Piper over hears her tutors trying to convince her dad to marry her off to someone, so they decide to run away. They somehow meet Percy and join the crew. Also they are both gay because Piper is literally gay in the canon and I have a Valgrace agenda to attend too.

I like the idea of Frank being the Quartermaster (which fun fact Quartermasters are the real right hands to the captains and the first mates are actually below the quartermaster) Frank is a good leader especially once he gains confidence and he is very loyal and I feel like everyone would highly respect him (minus Leo but that’s just Leo being Leo lol) and so I feel like the crew would vote him for the position. I like the idea of Franks mom being a friend of Sally’s and her taking him in when she dies.

Will is the crews surgeon (i know it was semi uncommon for ships in have a surgeon but I don’t care its my pirate world and i do what i want!)

Nico isn’t a permanent member of the crew (until a certain blonde medic convinces him to stay) and he has beef with Percy (cough his pancake sister cough) but also secretly likes being on the ship with everyone.

Now you may be wondering “dude why haven’t you talked about Annabeth or Jason yet?” Well that’s because I’ve decided that they grew up noble (and stayed that way) until the crew of the Argo II kidnaps them lol.

Jason is the son of a very high society noble family. He always had an intrest in the seas but from afar. He is all about impressing his father. He rarely thinks for himself as his main goal is living up to his shity dad’s unattainable expectations of him. Jason is a skilled marksman but on land it is mostly for sport.

Annabeth is apart of higher society but mainly because her father is the head of the royal guard that serves Jason’s family. As part of an agreement Annabeth is allowed to sit in at Jason’s schooling (private tutoring) as long as she keeps to herself. As she gets older they deem it unladylike like so Jason shares what he learns with her in his limited spare time. (She often ends up helping Jason understand it lol) They become close friends from childhood.

Annabeth wants nothing more then to prove herself for what she’s actually worth, not just as a future wife and mother (the things a women is expected to be). She’s the smartest person in every room and she knows it. She hears about a mythical treasure (because women where supposed to be silent she got good at hearing all the insane stuff Jason’s father is dealing in) and she starts to study everything about it and more specifically navigation using astronomy while at sea. Annabeth gets Jason to ask his tutors any questions that she has. So word kinda gets out that this nobleman’s son is asking all the right questions, Percy finds this out and they go and kidnap Jason. Annabeth stows away on the ship, she’s convinced that if she can rescue Jason that people will take her seriously and she will accepted for who she is.

Of course Percy starts demanding that Jason leads them to the artifact and Jason is just kinda clueless and in a moment true to her hubris Annabeth reveals herself from her hiding spot to yell at them about assuming that work was done by a man and stuff like that. Annabeth realizing her mistake in jumping out of her hiding spot and revealing that she knows the info pretty fast lol. So anyways Percy demands that Annabeth guide them, using Jason as leverage. If she misleads them they will kill Jason. Annabeth who doesn’t want her friend to die and has an agenda agrees (after some push back and escape attempts lol)

But soon Annabeth realizes the other females of the crew and how they are just as respected and she starts to love being a pirate (at the end choosing to stay a pirate) and obviously PERCABETH!!!

Jason on the other hand is more of a prisoner and is stuck in the barrocks for the first bit and who has a work desk right by the barrocks? LEO VALDEZ so obviously they grow closer and Jason who has always just gone with what his father said never really considered he could be gay until he’s like oh shit im crushing on Leo. Theres obviously some identity crisis and stuff but once the crew trusts Jason (and Annabeth) more they are given more freedom. Jason during an ambush save the crew with his great marksmanship and it’s definitely a turning point for his character as he deals with all that. He also acts as the moral compass for the crew, and Leo (who has a bad habit of blowing things up)

Anyways would people actually read this if i wrote it?

EDIT: Chapter 1 is up!!

Ao3

I can’t take on another project right now but the brain goblin is demanding i write a pjo Pirate au 😭😭

[moriart-corafan]

The Last of Us II & JenMish letter

so as far as I tried to gather information, it seems like that ----

1st : The Last of Us is a PSP4 video game (3D reality style video game)

2nd : Emily Swallow (Darkness actress) voice and motion capture for the "The Last of Us 2" main character Emily

-> some fan think maybe she was allowed to put some easter egg inside the video game

3rd : the letter/letter content is related to Miss Becky

(source : https://twitter.com/thebeckydodd/status/1274767205360496640 )

Here's her twitter page : https://twitter.com/thebeckydodd/media

In case you want to know more about her/her involved in The Last of Us II, here's an interview : https://www.themarysue.com/game-changer-becky-dodd/

4th : The Letter is discovered in an abandoned convention...discovered in the parking lot opposite of the convention

there are full of infected people(?) inside the parking lot (which make sense combined with the letter content)

*I personally think it is arguable year 2013 or year 2018

(video link : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Paziq_wQN4U )

where the player controlled character can found a letter beside a corpse.

(but I don't think that looks like Jensen....? idk..........)

5th : Here's the context of the letter

you may see the player livestream part over this in here : https://twitter.com/sosaysdean/status/1276048188789723136

-> maybe, just maybe the writer or anyone who made this letter just happened come up with Jensen and Misha name

>But we all know "Misha" is not a common English name

>inside the letter, "Jensen" description using the term 'Misha', like a fact, like a report manner, talking/telling to his team member what incident and what has happened. HOWEVER, in the LAST paragraph, he used

"Mish"

the nickname which among whole SPN crew only Jensen used to called Misha

and that sentence "And tell Mish I'm sorry, I tried to hustle" is not any important thing at all, at least not necessary(official) thing, but more like some private/friendship/even romantic moment, a memo, whatever it called...... Jensen used the term "Mish" to refer Misha

I am not convinced if this is not referencing Misha or Jensen :)

A reference from either a cockles fan, at least the one who designed/provide the idea of this letter knew "Jensen gave a nickname and love to call Misha 'Mish' "

6th : Yesterday (25th June 2020), Misha post something about his daughter

(source : https://twitter.com/horrorandseance/status/1276205281958137856 )

and a fan comment underneath mention about that

YES

you didn't see it wrong, Misha liked that fan COMMENT

Thankyou for reading :)

[forgedirons]

              *     so  like.  yeah.  it  me,  cc.  i  can’t  read,  spell,  or  write  –  &  yet  i  joined  this  anyway  because  i  am  are  in  love  with  you  all.  anyway.

❛           𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐬     ›     𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔     .  

the   communication's   chair   of   the   yale's   elite,   they're   twenty-two   and   a   senior   undergrad   student   majoring   in   print   journalism.   they   are   as   vigilant   as   they   are   importunate.

blackmail  :

(i).  despite claiming to be a journalist that holds the truth over everything, she's being paid off by an embezzling official & keeping the funds for her own personal spending. 

(ii).  she won her current internship by sabotaging her competitors with “strategic investigating”, which she then used against them by creating a gossip buzz under an anonymous pseudonym. 

(iii). death tw: claims that her parents passed away her freshman year of undergrad and uses it as a way to avoid talking about how they’re in prison ( & how it’s her testimony that landed them there ).

 ❛           𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬     ›     𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒     .    

you  wear  sorrow  well,  grief  is  not  a  compliment  –  nor  is  it  to  be  romanticized.  your  heart’s  always  been  broken  &  you  doubt  it  was  ever  whole  to  begin  with.  behind  closed  eyes,  maroon  rose  petals  fall  onto  a  fresh  blanket  of  white  snow;  your  fingers  are  pricked  by  the  thorns  while  you  open  your  eyes  to  the  flickering  lamp  in  your  room.  cloaked  in  shadows,  red  string  is  strung  across  a  board,  connecting  clues  that  nobody  else  but  you  seems  to  see.  you  are  meant  for  so  much  more  than  this  run  down  shack,  you’ve  always  told  yourself  this  –  you  wonder  if  anyone  else  is  listening  (  but,  you’ve  always  been  alone;  your  words  have  always  bounced  back  onto  your  own  skin  ).

 ❛           𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦    ›     𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐒     .  

                           ✧  *   core  

↠  full  name  .  isabeau  hwang  . ↠ nickname(s)  /  alias(es)  /   title(s)  .  (  off  brand  )  nancy  drew,  isa,  is,  beau  . ↠  age  /  dob  .  twenty  -  two  /  march,  19  . ↠  hometown  .  ?  idk?  kansas  somewhere  . ↠  current  location  .  yale  idk  what  city  it’s  in  don’t  @  me  . ↠  ethnicity  .  korean  . ↠  nationality  .  american  . ↠  gender .  cis  gender  woman  . ↠  pronouns .  she  /  her  . ↠  orientation  .  bisexual  ,  grayromantic  . ↠  occupation  .  undergraduate  student  . ↠  face  claim  .  kim  sojung  (  sowon  )  .

       ✧  *   countenance

↠  height  .  five  feet,  eight  inches  (  172  cm  ) ↠  build .  slim,  well  toned  but  tall  –  slim  /  athletic. ↠  tattoos  .  be  good,  on  the  inside  of  her  left  middle  finger.  also,  this.  ↠  piercings  .  ears  . ↠  scars  .  a  couple,  none  too  prominent  . ↠  hair .  kept  long  &  though  she  seems  to  sport  a  different  color  every  year  since  arriving  on  campus,  she’s  recently  dyed  it  back  to  a  natural  shade  of  black.  it’s  always  in  place  &  always  styled  neatly,  whether  it’s  pulled  back  or  curled  (  to  pretentiously  imperfectly  perfection  )  . ↠  eyes  .  dark  brown  &  often  inquisitive,  like  she’s  trying  to  solve  a  riddle  that  nobody  else  is  in  on  except  herself.  half  of  the  time,  they’re  hidden  behind  gold  -  rimmed  glasses  that  look  a  little  too  expensive  for  someone  of  her  background,  but  she  otherwise  wears  contacts.  has  really  bad  vision,  though,  &  is  a  blind  bitch  . ↠  clothing  style  .  best  described  as  business  casual,  semi-formal,  professional  but  make  it  chic.  lots  of  skirts,  lots  of  turtlenecks,  long  coats  &  expensive  fabrics  that  all  coordinate  to  make  her  look  either  like  she  just  walked  out  of  a  dark  academia  novel  or  a  meeting  with  the  president  of  the  school  where  she  did  nothing  but  argue.  very  rarely  seen  in  sweats  or  anything  “bummy”  –  maybe  she  cares  too  much  about  her  image. ↠  usual  expression  .  resting  bitch  face  –  but  promote  it.  she  just  looks  unapproachable  in  general,  her  usual  expression  is  something  between  disgust  &  apathy,  it  makes  her  look  like  she’s  consistently  looking  at  her  surroundings  &  being  very  displeased  with  everything  around  her  (  it’s  because  she  made  the  face  too  much  as  a  kid,  now  it’s  stuck  that  way  )  . ↠  speech  .  elegant  &  well  -  thought  out.  everything  she  says  sounds  like  it’s  rehearsed  &  practiced,  like  she  wakes  up  in  the  morning  &  writes  a  script  for  her  entire  day.  she  very  obviously  thinks  before  she  speaks,  always,  &  tries  to  sound  like  she  looks,  but  catch  her  without  anyone  around  &  she  speaks  a  lot  like  the  trailer  trash  she  really  is  . ↠  distinguishing  features  .  intense  eyes  that  make  her  look  like  she  always  knows  someone’s  secret,  the  slight  lopsided  grin  –  she  might  be  smirking  or  maybe  she  just  knows  something  you  don’t,  finely  shaped  eyebrows  idk  dude

       ✧  *  ruminations    

↠  (  +  )  positive .  vigilant  ,  heedful  ,  aspiring ↠  (  -  )  negative  .  importunate  ,  reckless  ,  impetuous ↠  moral  alignment  .  true  neutral  -  neutral  evil ↠  likes  .  her  designated  corner  of  the  library  –  especially  late  at  night  when  she  can  sigh  super  loudly  without  anyone  glaring  at  her,  iced  americanos  but  only  on  rainy  days  &  only  on  rainy  days  where  she  wears  her  glasses,  the  feeling  &  the  smell  of  solid  cash,  putting  together  the  pieces  of  a  puzzle  that  she’s  been  working  on  for  a  long  time  (  investigations  or  not  ),  stargazing  but  only  on  beaches  &  only  during  the  wintertime  . ↠  dislikes  .  any  other  journalist  ever,  any  pop  beverages  (  because  she  also  doesn’t  like  to  burp ),  the  smell  of  chlorine  or  gasoline  or  freshly  cut  grass,  being  touched  by  strangers  in  any  sort  of  instance,  waking  up  before  ten  in  the  morning  (  staying  up  until  10  am  however,  different  story  ),  know  it  all  TA’s,  professors  who  can’t  debate  her  for  more  than  fifteen  minutes ↠  quirks  .  always  has  a  small,  moleskin  notebook  on  her  person  that  she’ll  pull  out  to  write  little  notes  in,  has  amazing  penmanship,  speaking  of  –  only  ever  writes  in  pen  &  never  uses  anything  else  to  write,  squints  &  digs  her  front  teeth  into  her  tongue  when  she’s  really  focusing  on  something  . ↠  hobbies  .  disappearing  for  long  periods  of  time  just  to  resurface  &  act  like  nothing  happened  (  solving  mysteries,  like  nancy  drew  ),  being  the  first  to  let  her  opinion  be  heard  by  anyone  who  happens  to  be  nearby,  starting  fights  &  finishing  them  by  cheating.

❛           𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲     ›     𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄     .

trigger  warnings : death  ,  lots  of  illegal  activity

       ✧  *  ISABEAU.

        *     she’s  born  to  a  wanted  pair  .  with  bounties  &  rewards  attached  to  their  mugshots,  they  bring  a  baby  into  the  world  &  decide  to  bring  her  along  for  the  ride.  named  isabeau,  her  first  memory  is  watching  the  door  while  her  parents  count  money  on  a  motel  bed  behind  her.  her  first  word  is  “fuck!”  while  she  rides  in  the  backseat  of  a  stolen  pick  up  truck,  a  toddler  clutching  a  stolen  baby  toy  while  wearing  clothes  that  definitely  don’t  belong  to  her.  whether  it’s  inherited  or  not,  she  grasps  greed  &  holds  it  as  her  biggest  sin.  much  like  her  father,  in  that  aspect  –  there’s  nothing  more  she  craves  than  having  more.  more  money,  more  lust,  more  power,  more  reputation  –  more,  more,  more.  it  sits  in  her  gut  like  a  waning  hunger  she’ll  never  get  rid  of  –  but,  she  doesn’t  know  what  to  call  it  for  almost  her  entire  life. 

she’s  not  the  eldest  of  the  crew.  her  sister  is  three  years  older  than  her  &  much  more  kind  than  anyone  else  in  the  family  will  ever  be.  where  isabeau  takes  after  their  parents  (  often  described  as  ruthless,  greedy,  selfish  &  reckless  ),  pippa  was  her  own  person  through  &  through.  she  was  soft,  &  sweet,  &  she  always  did  what  was  right.  though,  she  was  raised  to  believe  that  lying  to  the  police  was  right,  &  that  stealing  in  the  supermarkets  was  the  right  thing  to  do.  growing  up,  though,  isabeau  always  sort  of  knew  that  it  was  really  just  her  &  pippa  against  the  world.  their  parents,  however  eccentric,  were  often  absent  &  left  them  alone  for  days  on  end  –  only  to  return  with  more  trouble  on  their  hands.

eventually,  they  decided  to  settle  in  buttcrack  nowhere,  kansas  in  the  smallest,  shittiest  trailer  park  they  could  find.  it  was  one  small  trailer  that  kept  the  hwang  family  together;  isabeau  &  pippa  sleeping  on  a  couch  -  turned  -  bed,  their  parents  on  the  big  one  in  the  back.  she  gets  enrolled  in  school  &  is  taught  to  never  tell  anyone  who  her  parents  are  or  what  they  do  for  a  living  (  which,  including  robbery,  dealing,  blackmailing,  etc.  is  a  lot  )  otherwise  she’ll  get  in  a  lot  of  trouble.  but  isabeau  is  a  curious  girl,  she  watches  everything  unfold  in  front  of  her  &  always  wants  to  know  more  (  &  more,  &  more,  &  more  ).

one  of  the  brightest  of  her  class  in  the  small  town,  she  grows  to  be  somewhat  of  a  nancy  drew.  people  of  the  town  know  her,  they  give  her  their  problems  &  missing  cats  &  disappearing  letters  &  mismatched  shoes  to  solve.  isabeau,  no  matter  how  troubled,  is  smart  &  the  townspeople  know  it.  looking  back  on  it,  she’ll  always  remark  that  they  were  trying  to  help  her,  but  she  only  ever  saw  it  as  something  to  do.  her  biggest  case,  finding  a  missing  girl  in  the  seventh  grade  –  her  smallest  case,  finding  a  coin  purse  that  someone  misplaced.

in  eighth  grade,  she  starts  her  own  newspaper  at  school  where  she  publishes  stories  of  her  investigations.  initially,  it’s  just  something  to  keep  her  at  school  longer  (  because,  home  isn’t  really  where  she  wants  to  be  –  she’s  old  enough  now  to  realize  home  isn’t  home  ),  but  she  learns  how  good  she  is  at  it.  creating  pieces,  interviewing  people,  just,  plain  writing  –  it’s  her  thing.  her  english  teacher  (  mrs.  kenningston  )  encourages  her  &  gets  her  a  freelance  spot  with  the  town  newspaper.

things  are  great  for  isabeau  in  high  school.  she’s  popular,  editor  of  the  school  newspaper,  amateur  detective  &  freelance  reporter  for  the  town  newspaper.  her  goal  is  to  get  out  of  town,  to  get  far  away  from  her  family  &  become  some  sort  of  lois  lane.  freshman  year,  her  sister  graduates  high  school  &  is  set  to  go  to  ksu  –  before  sophomore  year,  isabeau’s  burying  her  sister  in  the  graveyard  of  a  town  they  both  hated.  a  freak  accident,  the  newspaper  reports  –  &  for  a  month,  everyone  believes  it.  but,  sophomore  year  starts  &  isabeau  anonymously  testifies  against  her  parents  in  court;  their  recklessness,  along  with  their  shady  dealings  led  to  the  death  of  not  only  pippa,  but  a  group  of  graduated  teenagers  in  town.  the  hwang  parents  go  away  for  life  on  isabeau’s  testimony,  &  she’s  never  seen  in  town  again. 

by  dumb  luck,  she’s  adopted  into  a  middle-class  family  somewhere  in  vermont  &  sent  to  a  very  good  school  that  looks  very  good  on  her  transcripts.  she  goes  into  overdrive  trying  to  bury  her  past,  carefully  crafting  herself  a  new  identity  with  each  year  that  passes  in  her  high  school  career.  things  get  buried,  people  are  swayed  –  isabeau  hwang  isn’t  the  same  isabeau  hwang  from  that  small  town  in  kansas  who  saved  a  group  of  children,  she  isn’t  the  isabeau  hwang  who  befriended  the  unfriendly  folks  on  the  outskirts  of  town  that  people  thought  were  possessed.  isabeau  hwang  from  vermont  is  a  very  lucky  girl  with  a  troubling  past  she  doesn’t  talk  about,  but  manages  to  graduate  top  of  her  class  with  offers  from  three  ivy  league  colleges  &  every  other  school  she  applied  to.  that’s  all  she  offers,  that’s  all  most  people  know.

at  yale,  she  works  even  harder  to  maintain  her  reputation.  she’s  the  girl  who’ll  go  places,  a  poor  girl  who’ll  get  into  yale’s  elites,  the  girl  who  nobody  wants  to  argue  with.  on  campus,  she’s  loud,  she’s  opinionated  &  she’s  (  or,  thinks  she’s  )  powerful.  a  member  of  the  school  newspaper,  her  pieces  are  quick  to  be  published  &  even  quicker  to  gain  traction.  isabeau,  a  nosy  investigator  at  heart,  chooses  to  publish  stories  that  grab  attention  &  often  expose  a  thing  or  two  –  she  gains  a  small  following  just  because  she  tends  to  always  know  a  thing  or  two  about  a  thing  or  two.

it’s  obvious  she  had  her  eye  set  on  the  elites  from  the  moment  she  stepped  foot  onto  campus,  &  after  fighting  tooth  &  nail  to  gain  a  reputation  (  as  an  opinionated,  over  -  achieving,  pretentious  shrew  of  a  person  ),  she  argues  her  way  into  the  elites.  in  her  own  words,  it’s  much  better  to  have  her  on  their  side  rather  than  have  her  against  them  (  empty  threat,  what  she  gonna  do,  she  have  no  money  really  ).  at  the  moment,  it  looks  like  she’s  really  gotten  everything  she’s  dreamed  of  –  but  isabeau  hwang  deals  in  greed,  &  all  she  wants  now  is  more,  more,  more

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anything that’s worth my love (is worth the fight)

idk, oneshot, character/relationship study thing, who knows. also i didn’t reread the bendis issues about the cancerverse before i wrote this, so i took some liberties and fuck bendis canon anyway

also on ao3!

i.

Peter Quill is a strange guy.

It’s not the most profound assessment, but it’s about the best that Rich has, even after almost three months of working with him. Just by looking at him, you’d think that he’d be one of those painfully serious guys out of an old movie, dark, brooding, and mysterious. But over time, it becomes clear that, in a lot of ways, he’s the opposite; he seems to come to life more and more by the day, a ghost of a smile here, something like a bad joke there, a lot of offhand comments that seemingly come out of nowhere but somehow prove to be completely relevant.

Rich finds that his eyes have developed a tendency to linger on Peter for probably longer than they should, as if just staring will somehow get him closer to figuring the guy out.

That’s it. Nothing more to it than that.

There’s no real reason that he’s continuing to watch as Peter walks away, and—

“Richard.” He’s still not used to the voice that’s now a part of him, yet he can't imagine life without it, either, somehow. (It’s not entirely a bad thing; he’ll take his comforts where he can get them, even if said comforts have an annoying habit of always waking him up in the middle of a few precious hours of sleep.) “I have found that your heart rate increases by an average of twelve percent whenever you are in the proximity of Peter Quill. I am analyzing — ”

“Shut up, Worldmind,” he cuts in flatly, but the words don’t leave his mind for weeks afterward.

ii.

Worldmind had calculated this plan’s probability of success to sit somewhere at approximately four percent, but Rich had thought that had been generous.

Direct assault has pretty much never been an option against the Annihilation Wave up to this point; this whole thing has been a game of finding the best time to evacuate civilians, and then retreat. He’d like for that to not be true, sure, because, well, maybe he hadn’t paid as much attention as he should have in his high school history classes, but he’s pretty sure no one has ever won a war purely through retreats. Even so, though, the fact is that even in the best case scenario of the United Front not running on basically a skeleton crew of troops, they’d still be massively overpowered, outgunned, and everything else.

But Peter had been right; something had to change to turn the tide, and this had been their best opportunity to strike. The crazy son of a schlag had just decided to do it himself before anyone else could argue.

That’s the long and short of how Rich had gotten here, crouched on the ground next to a second-in-command who had also just given them the biggest advantage they’ve had in months by putting himself in the blast radius of a well-placed bomb. And said second-in-command is still in one piece, somehow; a little worse for the wear, judging by the way he favors his right side as he tries to lift his body into a sitting position, but nothing that won’t see a full recovery.

There are about a million things on Rich’s mind, but each one gets away at light speed before he can grab on, and all he’s left with is a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that hasn’t managed to disappear. He swallows down the dryness in his throat, and when he opens his mouth to speak, all that comes out is:

“You’re crazy.”

“Maybe.” Peter shrugs in response, and after a moment, he actually smirks through the blood trickling from his bottom lip. “But it worked, didn’t it?”

There’s a part of Rich that’s definitely pissed, but the rest of him can’t help the smile that pulls at the corners of his mouth.

(And, okay, he can’t lie; he probably would’ve done the same thing.)

Peter Quill may, truly, be the craziest man he’s ever met in his life, but there’s a possibility that they could win this whole damn war because of him.

iii.

They’ve managed to gain some ground, but Krelar still falls.

It’s a brutal loss, probably the most brutal in a whole war full of them; a hidden horde of the Wave had decimated thousands of civilians before they could even retreat, and those who’d been left of the United Front had barely made it off the planet themselves. They’re all shaken, deeply, and Rich had ordered everyone to tend to their wounds and get some sleep before reconvening at the end of the night cycle.

An order he knows he won’t follow himself.

He tries, though, for a time, tries to lie back on his pillow in his quarters and shut his eyes; he can go without rest longer than most, but even with the entire Nova Force inside him, he’s still pushing his limits. But when he does, he sees Kree falling on all sides, hears their screams as they do. He sees Xandar dying around him, just as he has in his mind’s eye. Death, just death, and even with all this power, he’s always helpless to do nothing but watch it happen….

His feet hit the floor, wander the corridors aimlessly, until they end up at the door of Peter’s quarters.

It opens before he can even knock.

They stand there for a time in silence, Peter looking as lost and haunted as he feels. There’s nothing to say, anyway; no platitudes will bring the planet back, gallows humor can only go so far, and with both of those options gone, well. That’s it.

Except —

Peter leans in and presses his mouth to Rich’s, and Rich doesn’t take the time to think about what’s happening, instead pulling Peter’s body as close to his as possible. They stumble through the doorway like this, a tangle of lips and hands searching for some kind of solid reassurance.

It doesn’t make anything better, because there’s nothing that can, but by the time Rich wakes up after managing a couple of hours of sleep, head resting on Peter’s bare chest and the rhythmic thud of a heartbeat in his ear, he thinks he can stand on solid enough ground to take a next step.

iv.

“Let me buy you a beer” had turned into three over the past hour, with a fourth probably soon to come, and while Rich feels guilty about it on some level, Peter continues to insist. It’s returning the favor, he says, for the tip about Knowhere, which has proven to be a pretty good base for his team, some hiccups aside. And:

“You look like you need it more than I do.”

After the — week, month, six months, year? — he’s had, he can’t really find it in him to argue.

Starlin’s has most of its usual clientele this evening, the loud, violent crowd that sees at least three bar fights broken up before it’s forced to disperse. A few broken bottles fly past their table at various points through this, but they’re otherwise left alone; being a war hero commands some respect in certain ways.

“I went back,” Rich finds himself saying a time after the bar quiets down, swirling the mug in his hand absently. “To Earth, I mean. First time since everything went down.”

Peter turns in his seat, attention fully focused on him, something like concern in his eyes (both human, no cybernetics anywhere, which is still taking some getting used to). He doesn’t say anything, and Rich takes that as his cue to continue.

“It was like…” He trails off, and it takes him a moment to commit to a train of thought. “No one even cared. The universe as we know it was almost gone, and all anyone could think about was fighting among themselves. This whole damn galactic war happening right above their heads, and nothing even changed for them.”

It all has a bitter taste coming out of his mouth, more than he’d actually intended it to, but he can’t deny that now that it’s out there, he feels like a massive weight has been taken off of his chest. He feels — better, somehow.

“But.” Rich drains the rest of the contents his mug after a beat. “Home is home, you know.”

“Yeah,” Peter says, and Rich thinks it sounds a little distant. “Home is home.” He reaches a hand toward one of Rich’s, gives it a brief squeeze before letting go.

Maybe it’s the fourth beer he’s now starting, but Rich has a wild thought that right here, right now, he could feel more at home than he has anywhere in a long time.

v.

It’s so quiet that the sound of Rich’s own breathing pounds in his ears. For a reality where life has supposedly won, it seems awfully dead; visibility stretches for miles on end, and as far as he can tell, there isn’t a single sign of movement anywhere. Worldmind’s report from his helmet’s scanners chime in at the thought, but confirm what he already knew.

He peels off his helmet, because everything’s getting too stuffy. He thinks it shouldn’t surprise him that that doesn’t provide any kind of relief.

Next to him, Peter kicks the Cosmic Cube on the ground, and it clinks against an outcropping of rock.

“Thing’s dead,” he says, voice still breathless from their last seemingly never-ending encounter with the Revengers, from dying and being resurrected repeatedly. (Turns out, that kind of thing can take a toll. Who knew.) “Next time they come back, we’re gonna get our asses kicked even worse.”

Rich’s eyes drop to the ground, drift over to the Cube and stay there as something starts to occur to him. It’d had one shot, sure, and they’d already blown it, but what if a source of massive power could charge it again? What if — “Maybe not.”

He’s trapped here, probably forever; it doesn’t take a genius to figure that one out. He accepts it, too, because he’d known his choices when he’d followed Peter in here, and if he could do everything all over again, he wouldn’t change any of them. Robbie, his mom and dad, every single being on countless worlds are safe. That’s what matters.

But before that door is shut for good, he can open another. One he himself can’t walk through, because someone has to hold it; it’s the only way.

Peter deserves so much more than being stuck here in a barren wasteland, fighting and dying and coming back to life again, and again, and again. He deserves a chance to live in the universe that he’d helped to save. And Rich can give him that; it’s the least he owes him. For everything.

He bends down to gently lift the Cosmic Cube with the tips of his fingers.

“Rich — ?” It seems to dawn on Peter before he can even finish the question, and out of the corner of his eye, Rich can see Peter’s widen in horror. “Rich, wait.”

He closes his eyes and concentrates, tuning out the screams and everything else around him.

“Rich!”

Nova Force rips through his cells, and it feels almost warm.

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Hi! I love your headcanons, they are very creative and fun. Every time I read my day it becomes less tiring. If not bothered I would like a story with Ardyn & Reader or Old Noctis & Reader in an AU in which they are pirates (you know, in Pirates of the Caribbean style). Please and thank you.

Hi! I’m so glad you like my writing! That’s all I could ever ask for! ^^

So, I’ve actually been thinking about a Pirate AU since Sleepless Waters. I couldn’t get this image of a pirate Ravus on a swaying ship, mid battle, reaching out for someone (Luna, a merReader, a pirate Reader…idk), all done in the art style of the Pillars of Eternity II cover out of my head. I really imagine the Sleepless Waters’ world where Niflheim is a pirate nation, sort of like the Principi in Pillars, but with a lot more power, and Tenebrae is an island nation. Ravus joins the Niflheim Principi to save at least some of his homeland. But idk…that was pretty tangential to your request lol…

In other news, I think I’ll go with Ardyn for this and sort of tie it into the story I had in my head for the Eos of my mer/pirate/whatever AU. This is only an introduction to what would likely be a hate to love sort of swashbuckling story. I don’t know what I’m doing, so if you like it, please let me know and I’ll continue it!

Word Count: 1400

Heads up: Violence and cursing because…well, they’re pirates.

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Favor of the Seas

Ten years. Ten years and countless lives it had taken you to get where you were today. You had been slitting throats and conning fools to work your way to the top. It took horrible jobs aboard even worse ships and a few close escapes, but you figured it all out.

You had always been a crew member to a Niflheim captain. You could traverse the pirate nation’s small island capital, Gralea,  like it was charted on your hand. You used every trick the island had taught you to worm your way onto the crew of the next “up and coming” captain’s ship. You knew that these were the people with the biggest egos and would be the easiest to steal from. After all of those years, you finally obtained your own ship.

You were the captain of a junk you had commandeered from a merchant’s son. Sure, she was meant to go towards the armada of Niflheim, but she still needed a captain. As soon as you had her, you set about refurbishing what had been a vehicle of moderate luxury, to a pirate’s dream. You had her oak decks stained charcoal and her cannons upgraded. Her sails were replaced with fine, crimson silk. Now, she flew bloodied colors and bore the name “Angel’s Favor” as she outpaced every other vessel at sea.

As a captain, you had quickly garnered respect and fear. Your small crew was motley, but experts in every field you needed. Their personalities had gotten them kicked off of other vessels, but together, you made a unique family; albeit, one prone to murder, theft, and mayhem.

Your place among the Niflheim captains was secured, as was everything you had ever wanted. Your distant family was safe under pirate protection with monthly sums supplied to them from your raids. As a captain, you were a recognized member of a disorganized but militarized nation of bloodthirsty scoundrels. All you had to do was occasionally fulfill one mission for the Council and they’d leave you and yours alone.

Ten years of learning and playing this game, ten years of slicing your way to the top, ten years of fetching every head or trinket the Council requested, and now this.

Now, they wanted you to take this idiot aboard.

He was some “advisor” to the head of the Council. A man by some unknown name who had appeared out of a storm on Gralea’s coast. Tavern rumors said that his pockets were lined with ancient treasure and his mere words could end a man’s life.

He had garnered the favor of the Council by somehow knowing exactly when, where, and how strong the next great storms would be, and even told the Council how to navigate through them. No one had believed him, until a ship actually made it! When asked how he knew, the strange man answered that it was because he had created the storms! You thought the whole idea was ridiculous, but somehow, the head of the Council already believed this fool and was planning on using the cover of the storms in a great push against the mainland.

You knew a war was on the horizon, but you hoped to be on the edge of it. Somehow, fate had other ideas.

This strange man had requested a vessel for a “reconnaissance mission.” In fact, he specifically requested the Angel’s Favor. You had wanted to blow into the Council’s chambers like a tempest, hell bent on keeping your ship for yourself…but you knew that was suicide. Your current plan was to throw this idiot overboard as soon as you were out of sight of Gralea. He made it to shore once, perhaps he could do it again.

You stood on the old docks of Gralea as the sun began to peak over the sea. Your drowsy crew silently loaded this voyage’s supplies, being careful to avoid your ice like gaze. You were staring into the darkness of the dingy fort before you, waiting impatiently for your “guest.”

Finally, as the sun was half risen, you saw a dark figure materialize in the shadows of the city. He walked with a swaying stride down the docks, his great coat flowing behind him. As he came closer, you could make out more lavish details about his persona, from an unnecessary amount of layers to his clothing, to  the new boots on his feet. Finally, he stopped before you. With a flourish, he removed the battered tricorn from his head and bowed to you.

“A fine marrow to you, my good captain!” He straightened, pulling his hat down on his head.

“Do you have whale shit for a brain? You’re late and you’re taking MY Angel. Don’t use that god’s damned flowery talk on me.” Oh you wanted to kick in this man’s roguish smile, but you were still in Gralea, and that was liable to get you killed.

“I beg your greatest pardon, Captain! I assure you, I’m not here to commandeer anyone’s vessel, I merely hope to…accompany you.” His words made you want to punch him a slight bit less. “After all, I will be needing your expertise on this journey.”

“And where the hell is this journey supposed to be to?” You couldn’t deny the charm of this man, but you had used such tactics as weapons for far too long to fall prey to them.

“Wherever the wind and the stories take us!” This overdramatic man was waving his hands about.

“No.” Your reply caught the man off guard. He choked on his own breath.

“I beg your pardon?”

“I was told we were going to the Sea of Lucis. That’s all I agreed to. Your wind and stories fuckery will have to be aboard another vessel.” You crossed your arms over your chest. There was no way you were letting this fool take you for a years long expedition into nowhere.

“But…Captain!” Finally, this monologuing actor was at a loss for words.

“No.” You repeated. You could see a small bead of sweat on his forehead. Good, you were making him work for this.

The man huffed and pulled himself to his full height. “Then I shall be forced to report your hostility and incompetence to the Council.”

“Be my guest! What do you think a group of pirates will do with a man who runs back crying for his mother to intervene in a squabble?” You were bluffing. You knew there was a chance the Council would come after you for not bowing to their new pet. They would track you down, murder your crew, and take your ship, if they found you.

“They will listen to me!” The man’s voice didn’t waiver. He had a lot of nerve standing up to a pirate captain on the sea.

You leaned in closer to him, whispering in his ear. “Will they?” A double bluff. By the six you hoped he had a worse hand than you.

The man sighed, letting his chest deflate. You rocked back on your heels, a smug grin gracing your face.

“Then it seems we are at an impasse…shall we table this discussion for later?” The stranger raised an eyebrow at you

“Fine. We’ll talk after you do whatever it is you’re doing in the Lucian Sea.” A bell rang on the deck of your ship. “Looks like the important cargo is loaded. You’re next.” You beckoned him aboard with a flourish of your hands.

“Ah, you wound me, dear Captain!”

“Good,” you cooed, smiling at him. “And enough with the pet names. The name’s Captain [Y/N].”

“Ah! A pleasure, Captain! I am Ardyn Izunia, at your service.” He bowed, again, this time taking your hand and kissing it.

You could feel a blush start to burn your cheeks, but hid it the only way you knew how: By snatching your hand away and slapping this dramatic idiot across the face.

He didn’t fall, but he was stunned. “I…deserved that,” he muttered.

“Looks like we’re in agreement about one thing, then. Now move your ass.” Ardyn hurriedly strode up the plank before you. You had to admit, this man had a dark charm to him, but that made him all the more untrustworthy.

With slow steps, you paced the deck of your ship. With excitement and grace, you called out orders, adding a “please” to the end of each. Your crew was smiling and working on hurried feet, bringing the ship to life. Within moments, the Favor took to the seas.

(Well, folks. That’s it. That’s your introduction to this world I’ve been dreaming of. If you liked this and want more, please let me know! Some of my other chapter fics weren’t super popular, so I’m a bit hesitant to start something new if no one wants it.Also, if you want to hear about Pillars of Eternity (I or II) and why I love them and why you should play them, just message me! I’m always happy to gush about my other favorite games!)

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uhh a prompt? anything with ANGST

me: SEND A PROMPT!!!!!!

me: *gets a prompt, writes it, but doesn’t post it for a good 2 weeks bc i’m the worst*

sorry this took so long and it’s so short. To repeat myself, i am, the worst. This is pretty up to interpretation. Where’s annabeth and his friends? how is percy dying? why is he dying? how old is he? Idk figure it out yourselves. Check it out on Ao3!

Percy Jackson had seen people die before.

He’d seen friends die violently, (Zoe’s face was one second a look of pain, then it turned peaceful as the stars she’d so clearly missed came into view past the heads of Artemis and company; Selena’s eyes, one of the only things left intact on her burned face, turned blissful as she came to a realization that death came with seeing her Charlie) and their faces before death told a story of what they found important; what they found worth living.

He’d seen loved ones die peacefully, (His mother’s hand reaching for Percy’s as his tears dropped to the bed, old age getting to her as she grasps one more time for her son, her greatest accomplishment; A friend of his from college dying in his sleep as Percy was woken in the hospital room to the sound of doctors rushing in, his friends face unreadable in his slumber and a bracelet from his girlfriend hanging limp on his wrist) and their surroundings told one of life and the people they lived for.

He’d seen villains die bitterly, (Luke plunging a knife into chest, being surrounded by the ones he had hurt the post during his tyranny) destruction and pain in front of them and behind them.

Percy Jackson had seen people die before. Only when he himself was dying did he ponder what category he fit in.

Was he a friend, (Percy planning a picnic for Annabeth, his eyes a vision of infatuation as he looked at his girlfriend and listened to her ramblings about a book she’d just finished; The Argo II crew hanging together after a tough night of fighting, laughing through a dark time to keep spirits light) his last moments reflecting the people he cared the most about?

Was he a loved one, (His mother planning a surprise birthday party for him, walking over to kiss him on the cheek at he smiled at his friends gathered in their apartment; Grover smiling down at him as he woke up in the infirmary, his head pounding and his body aching after a monster fight but the warm look on his friends face making up for it) the life he was leaving behind full of unconditional love?

Was he a villain, (Sailing away as Calypso’s gaze was fixed on the horizon, trying to choke down the emotion that came with another love of hers gone; Annabeth calling out his name, the sound drowned out by the roaring in his ears as the women in front of him screamed in agony from Percy’s power) hurt and ruined lives caused by the one that was about to end?

Which category did he fit in? Did it matter?

He’d seen people die before, but only as he himself was dying did he realize who much blood one person had in their body.

The red was covering his jeans and blue shirt, which Annabeth had given him for his past birthday. He felt weighed down by it. He felt cold. He was starting to feel nothing.

Was he happy with his life? He’d fit into all three of those categories: He’d been a friend, a loved one, a villain. He’d been a Hero as well. He’d done a lot in one life. He didn’t want it to end, of course. He didn’t want to cause people the pain of loss (A pain he’d felt so many times), but if it must end, was he happy with it?

Yes, he was.

For a few shining moments, he’d been happy. Really happy. Enough to forget the darkness past the horizon; monsters and unfair gods and pain and loss only a few steps away at all times. That was forgotten at those happy moments.

Annabeth, his mom, his friends, his camp. He was happy there and with them. He’d been happy in his life.

He was dying. He’d seen people die before, and he’d seen what happened after.

Was it weird to try and envision your funeral as you die? Percy thought about the people that would be celebrating his death, as if it was the start of a new, better age, but he also thought about the people whose lives were hurt by the wars he’d stopped, and how his death would symbolize the start of a worse age full of those things past the horizon.

He knew there would be people who wouldn’t care about a new age. They’d just care about Percy, and how he was gone.

Percy was getting tired. At this point he didn’t know where the blood stopped and where he began. He was dying.

It was strange to know that there was, in fact, an afterlife. He knew of the underworld and the different levels it held. He didn’t know where he was going, but he knew that there was something. Would he prefer nothing? He didn’t know.

He was falling asleep.

He was looking back at his life.

He was dying.

His eyes closed slowly and he exhaled.

He didn’t want to die, but if he must, he decided that he was happy with his life.

He’d been happy.

[carkingtomthemom]

Florida and DEPTH

This is insane. They only have like a dozen gymnasts but almost all of them can do all around and ugh. With the talent here I really think they can outdo UCLA (who I also love).

Lets think about lineups!!! (My fav pastime lol)

Vault: Definite good, high fulls from Foberg, Hundley, Skaggs, Alexander (lets gooo Sierra). Possible 1.5s from literally all four of them as well as Nya Reed. Definite 1.5s from SJS, Savannah Schoenherr, Alicia Boren, Trinity Thomas. Insanely good and depending on consistency and all of the possible 1.5s, might even be their weakest event.

Bars: Boren is a good leadoff. Some combo of Savannah Schoenherr, Skaggs, Gowey, Hundley, SJS, and Foberg will fill the next four spots. Trinity will probably anchor.

Beam: Beam was weakish last year but it’s gonna be LIT! Boren is again a great, confident leadoff. Leah Clapper has a bhs+LOSO+LOSO and a switch+switch half. Megan Skaggs has BEAUTIFUL presentation and I want her in the lineup sooo badly. She’s scored above 9.9. Gowey, Baumann, and Thomas are absolute LOCKS. Oh and then Amelia Hundley, SJS, Schoenherr, Maegan Chant, Amanda Cheney, and Nicole Webb are a casual full lineup’s worth of backups. I say they’re the backups because Hundley and SJS have form issues and the rest are not as consistent.

Floor: Fuck this is hard. Ok. Leah Clapper has a solid, elegant and precise but not difficult routine. Hundley and Gowey exist lol but both could easily be relegated to backup as well if others have their shit together. Foberg and Skaggs are personal faves, have E passes, are fun and gorgeous (respectively) and if both don’t get their shit together I will RIOT (Jenny please help me out). Nya Reed has a casual double Arabian and possible DLO. Joining the possible DLO crew are Sierra Alexander, who is 5’7” btw so if that isn’t impressive idk what is, and Alyssa Baumann, who is a LOCK for the lineup and went casual 9.9s all year last year without an E pass. I could see Alyssa leading off though. Trinity Thomas is also a LOCK with a possible DLO half that’s somewhere between a Biles and Dos Santos II, and Alicia Boren will IMO hopefully snatch the anchor spot because she’s a senior and fan favorite and has potentially two E passes. Whew.

Please tell me what y’all think the lineups will be and if you think Florida will win.

ALSO side note: if vaults like Maggie’s keep getting 9.975s and 10s weekly this year I’m not gonna be a happy camper because they’re good but Trinity is at least a half tenth or full tenth of a point better imo (no leg/foot sep, staggery Maggie, landing position is standing up and not a poop squat) and you can @ me all you want about that. That doesn’t just go for Maggie and I don’t mean to call Maggie out but she’s a prime example of form deductions that don’t get taken.

[destrction-blog]

◜ –––   PENELOPE MITCHELL / CISFEMALE / 25. meet alexis gondringer. they’re a bouncer at 7-0-8. they’ve lived in chicago for eighteen years. they’re known as the determinator, because she’s vivacious and flighty.

now here’s ALEXIS, ur local messy blonde. goes by lex or lexy, just tryna live her best life. 

                                                    i.    aesthetic.

she is the feeling you get when you step too close to a fire. messy blonde hair and tired eyes bearing a glimmer of mischief. contagious laughter and the feeling you have lying under the night sky. vodka mixed with something sweet. cut - off shorts and flirting with the risks in life. she’s a flame burning bright and hot ;   maybe destined to burn out too soon.

pinterest boiiii.

character inspiration: lexi branson, hayes morrison, sara lance, margo roth spiegelman, christina yang, peyton sawyer, kat edison. a lil bit of heather davis and gina linetti.

                                                 ii.    background.

so alexis grew up in a divorced family. it’s almost sitcom - worthy, how amicable the divorce has become. after her younger sister was born when lexy was five, zane gondringer and macey dutka's relationship went down the shitter. they stayed together for a couple years following her birth, even moving to chicago from the suburbs to see if it would help. but a year after the move, they finally divorced. it was a very dramatic affair, full of thrown hair dryers and “i never really loved you, you piece of shit”s and threats to take the children. they became known in the neighborhood for their theatrical fights, tbh. so safe to say it was a big ordeal when they divorced, and once it went through, the south side celebrated right alongside them in their newfound freedom from each other. the bars were really popping that night, 19 years ago.      (  and still do on the anniversary of their divorce. it’s a good excuse to drink, really  )

from there on out the gondringer girls spent their years bouncing back and forth between parents only semi - fit to raise children. their mother was a drunk and suffered from bpd that went untreated, eventually affecting her relationship with her children. though lexy and her mom had never been particularly close, alexis really sealed the deal when, at fourteen years old in front of a room of witnesses, she chose to live with her dad on a more permanent basis. sure, he wasn’t perfect --- with his fake hippie outlook and random disappearing acts to travel and penchance for gambling (honestly i imagine him being like the it’s always sunny in philadelphia crew where he scams ppl and generally is a Bad Person but anywhomst) --- but he was still the parent she was closest to. her sister continued the back and forth for five more years. and when she chose, she chose to stay with their mom.

years have passed and zane and macey still don’t particularly get along, but they do get lunch every week to talk about the girls. so pleasant. damn.

honestly her upbringing was full of shenanigans and dysfunctional family moments and illegal activity and her dad’s rotating door of girlfriends

one time he deadass dated an actual, literal hitwoman for the mob in chicago. lexy and zane are here for a good time not a long time!!!!

SO NOW AT 25 she’s working at the 7 - 0 - 8 as a bouncer. tiny n fighty. lives in an apartment with probably 2 - 3 other people so there’s a connection there somewhere. always having to help her dad out of some ridiculous situation. drives this rundown ass car but BET if she’s ever gonna give valerie up!!!! 

there’s probably some things i’m missing here but that’s the gist of it y’all

                                                 iii.    personality.

she’s so lively and outgoing!!! incredibly social. loves fun and adventures

a lil agressive, 300lbs of fight me in a 140lb body

doesn’t know how to properly deal with her emotions!!!!

has a tendency to run when things get too hard or serious, it’s what she does

flighty as all hell tbh

epitome of “do as i say not as i do” bc she gives great advice but bet she won’t follow any of it herself ever and don’t call her out on that bc she’ll ignore you

seems carefree, but is probably actually worrying about fifteen different things at any given moment

incredibly blunt, she’ll tell you what you need to hear vs what you wanT to hear

nosy, loves playing therapist bc SHE may be playing emotional whack a mole but that doesn’t mean every else should!!

loves taking risks, v daring, a tad reckless and impulsive. impetuous

any emotions other than positive ones? cancelled

sorta unreliable ?? sorta irresponsible ?? gets it from her parents. it’s subtle though, but enough that it causes problems

which is problematic bc she’s too self - reliant for that

SHE MEANS WELL OK SHE HAS A GOOD HEART

the kind of personality and smile you could pick out of a line - up

really is trying to be a better person tho

                                                   iv.    fun shit.

wants nothing more than to spend her life traveling around the usa

really into photography and painting!!!! her hidden talents. she has her pictures and polaroids and half - finished paintings all over her apartment

ripped jeans and fishnets are the move

hates wearing bras, would sooner wear a bralette or nothing

mild bisexual, as in v selective abt the guys she’s attracted to and will sleep with, mostly prefers women

indulgent, likes the finer things in life like pretty women and cheap vodka

mastered the perfect winged eyeliner

dance dance revolution and mario kart champion

insomnia city

                                                iv.    connections.

roommates!!! girl gang!!!!

flings

friends pls

dynamic inspired by stefan and lexi, i love a legendary friendship

her SISTER

dealer

idk more to come eventually

[millababicheva]

have more victuuri headcanons

because it’s valentine’s day and victor and yuuri are in love! always in love. just especially in love on this day. as usual, my headcanons? all over the place! but i do actually focus on their wedding details because i’m a loser, and i wanted to hop onto the bandwagon and do a thing for…

#victuuriweek (day eight: life and love)

also, i’m pretty sure this is the longest headcanon set i have ever written, and here are the others if you missed them:

part one - two - three - four - part five

i like thinking about their apartment a lot and the fact that they have an entire wall dedicated to friends, family, and at least one picture (or five) of like. every vacation they have ever been to ever. 

and for all the pictures they can’t fit, they scrapbook it

pretty sure i’ve made this headcanon before but scrapbooking is just! so much fun! and it’s a more creative way of presenting all these pictures and memories and just? they love? doing things? with each other? it’s just 10x more fun

they have like a little bookshelf in their apartment just dedicated to their scrapbooks, and they love watching the shelf fill up over the years. there’s like two from the wedding, one that was a gift from phichit (because of course he would be the one to give them a scrapbook wedding gift chock-full of pics. he has all the pics) and the other is one they ended up getting put together at the end of the wedding after all the photo booth pics and it’s full of messages from all their friends and family who were in the photo and it’s just. it’s so cute. imagine it

idk about you guys, but all the weddings i’ve been to have those cute little photo booth things you go to with big goofy glasses, sparkly feather boa scarves, sequin hats, and a bunch of other fun stuff

so like. i like to imagine everyone invited just. leaving them so many pics. you got all their ice skating pals hitting up the booth several times, in different groups, just having a ball

and the most fun they have is when they finally end their rounds to every table and head on over to the photo booth to take fun pics with everyone

yuuri and victor literally?? never get tired?? their endless reserve of energy is absolutely connected to how much they love each other

they’re literally doing lifts and posing in the most ridiculous positions with phichit and chris and just!! all their friends!! but everybody is laughing out loud, everybody is dancing and having a blast

they end up with pages and pages and pages full of pics, from the katsuki family to the nikiforov family to their ice skating pals to friends to mentors to everyone!! absolutely everyone. they are all so happy i cannot possibly stress how happy their wedding night will be

okay so like. i just need to have a separate section to talk about their wedding now. i just gotta

you’re talking about a wedding between victor “i flew all of my belongings over from russia to live in an entirely different country to see you” nikiforov and yuuri “lemme just propose to you spur of the moment in this here cathedral in spain among a choir in literally the most romantic ambiance you can think off” katsuki. do u seriously think it won’t be big deal?

but of course, it’s not like it’s gigantic with so many people, but like there is a pre-wedding shoot…. several, but not all pictures made it to the magazines, of course

i am personally a big fan of @jinlian‘s hc about victor’s suit because honestly? agreed. victor’s suit is hideous but he most definitely lost a bet to yuuri for something or another

but who cares? because they had so much fun even though victor was internally screaming from the fashion atrocity he was forced to wear

but it’s only for a little while as a joke because their real suits are the top notch expensive shit

like… you’ve met victor nikiforov. he has nearly $7,000 sunglasses made of 18kt gold, and in the same pic, he’s in a multi-million dollar vintage car… 

he also has a very large gold collection… you can’t possibly miss how extra and high maintenance he is come on

and it’s his wedding of all things. he’s not letting himself and yuuri walk down the aisle in drab clothing. who do you think he is

i don’t have any specific pictures in mind, but watch it be idk brioni? heck, bigger, even. alexander amosu suit

i mean…. i barely googled anything but amosu’s vanquish ii bespoke literally has buttons made of 18kt gold and valued at $101,860……. realistically, it’s a bit of a stretch, but….. this is victor nikiforov. this is yuuri katsuki. nothing can ever be a stretch.

of course they have a june wedding and coordinate the flowers and everything because why the heck not

juliet roses? lily of the valley? hydrangeas? peonies? all of it

the press won’t cover their actual wedding day, but they do have a professional camera crew and photographers basically following them around all day

my aunt did this for her wedding and it was the cutest thing so voila now victor and yuuri are doing it

and they play a mini-video at the reception and oh my god i have never seen a room so moved and just. overwhelmed with tears and happiness

i cannot possibly stress enough how much of an impact victor and yuuri’s love has on other people on their wedding night especially. everyone is just so, so happy for them. not to mention that their speeches? a mess

yuuko’s crying… takeshi’s crying…. the triplets are crying but also trying very hard to post pictures of the wedding and reception

but let’s face it… phichit has them beat, only narrowly beating chris and leo by a hair bc they, too, are instagram legends

minako is a very drunk but happy mess she’s just rlly happy for yuuri because!! she literally watched him grow up! she’s essentially a second mother to him!! she was there when he came out, when he had an anxiety attack, when he won his first gold medal! she’s just…. she’s really emotional okay

and oh man….. mari…. hiroko…. toshiya….. they are…. A Mess™ to say the least, but a very happy, crying mess and every time yuuri looks over at them with the biggest, beaming smile on his face, their hearts swell with so much happiness! and love!! it’s just so great seeing him so happy because of victor oh man

yurio…. that kid’s a mess….. he has no idea why he’s crying so much…. but he can’t stay mad or pissed because heck these are the two people who’s helped him grow as a skater, two people he’s looked up to, two people who still treat him with kindness and respect despite him being such an asshole when he first met yuuri…. he’s grown since then, but man….. he can’t imagine not having met the both of them, not having grown because of the two of them, and it just. it really gets to him!

and phichit. oh man. he’s such a happy mess of tears. he’s so happy for his best friend. really. he’s never seen yuuri so happy, and it’s the most precious thing in the whole world. he remembers when he first met yuuri, back in detroit when yuuri was in college and showing up to training everyday. heck, he even stays up late to practice sometimes and just. this is his friend. one of his best friend. someone he really, honestly truly admires and he stays up all night making that scapbook wedding gift because he loves his friend so much

and chris oh man. i like to think that he’s pretty close friends with victor, you know? and they are, i mean episode 10 is proof enough but… they probably had late night thought talks. victor probably shared a bit of his loneliness, wondering if he would find life and love, and chris looks at him now, beaming and standing by his husband’s side and all he can think is how proud he is of victor!! for finding exactly what he was looking for 

victor and yuuri rarely spend any time away from each other and can’t stop looking at each other and bursting out laughing because oh! my god! we are married! can’t believe i love you so much! and i’m going to keep falling in love with you! every single day! for the rest of my life!

they literally dance through the night oh it’s so fun and wonderful seeing them together can you just. imagine. the laughter. the beaming smiles. the speeches. 

yuuri and victor swear to each other happy, and though they know that there will be plenty of bumps on the road, they still make each other happy. they still love each other

at the end of the day, victor and yuuri decide that it’s all that really matters. and they would never go back to change a single thing