#if you think you know who's back there and haven't been subjected to my madness yet. well. surprise!!!

[diredeliverance]

This was supposed to just be a quick, barely-more-than-stick-figures doodle to remember a pose for later, but every time I glanced down at my sketchbook while doing something else I thought "ah, I could add one little detail for fun" until it stopped being a helpful pose reference and became some other thing. Watch your back or something

[timmydraker]

PART 2 OF CLONE BABY

Bruce: You need to tell the rest of the family, but mostly Dick.

Tim: why...?

Bruce, remembering how mad Dick got when he didn't tell him about Jason or literally any other kid: just trust me, it's not worth it

Tim: but I haven't told Kon yet *biggest pouty face ever made*

Bruce: Tim, he's still dead... isn't he?

Tim: I mean... for now.

Bruce:

Tim: FINE. Give her back to me then.

Bruce: ... five more minutes?

*Later:*

Dick: Hey guys, what was so important I had to get here so quick? Is everyone okay? Did someone... y'know?

Bruce: Opposite, actually.

Tim: I had a baby

Dick: you fucking what.

Tim: I had baby.

Tim: lil bubba

Tim: I made it myself :)

Tim, holding up his baby girl: see!

Dick, rapidly going through several emotions at once before letting out such a high pitched squeal that Clark Kent breaks a mug out of shock: A BABY!!!

Tim: a baby!

Bruce: a baby...

Damian, who had come out of his room as soon as he saw that Dick had gotten to the house via his trackers: a baby?

Tim: not for you, go away

Bruce: Tim.

Tim: what? She may have been a scientific miscalculation but she is mine and I will not risk her being stabbed by your miscalculation baby.

Damian: what did you just call me?!

Tim: you heard me!

The baby stirring and whining:

Tim: shhh, it's okay little one. Did Damian's shouting upset you? That's very mean of him, isn't it? It's okay, it's okay

Dick: omg im an uncle

Tim: yes you are!

Dick: and who's the mother?

Tim: 1 am.

Dick: oh... okay, then who's the dad?

Tim, in all seriousness: Kon.

Dick, naturally assuming Kon came back to life like people do all the time: oh, he's back?

Bruce, making a silencing motion:

Tim, trying not to cry: not yet...

Damian: I am confused, why does Drake have a child?

Bruce: he was trying to clone his dead best friend and accidentally mixed his DNA with one of the subjects and made a clone hybrid baby.

Dick: more like dead situationship but okay

Damian: oh, like my brother but an acciden

Bruce: your WHAT?

Tim: yeah! But she's going to grow up like a normal human/kryptonian clone baby and not in like a week.

Damian: very well, I will craft some training weapons for her so she can at least have a chance fitting into this family.

Tim: no the fuck you will not Tim: I mean fudge

Damian: she will also grow up without a father apparently.

Tim: oh like Slade is a better option? And also, so did you???

Damian: beside the point. This baby will be too much like its parents, you are better to let someone else raise her so she won't be a blubbering fool.

Tim: BLUBBERING FOOL?!

Dick: hold on, go back-

Bruce: so l don't have a second blood son?

Damian: and anyway, you can hardly be a n when you practically weren't raised at all, 1 other hand was raised by an exceptional woman-

Damian: and anyway, you can hardly be a mother when you practically weren't raised at all, I on the other hand was raised by an exceptional woman-

Tim: oh HELL no

Tim: first of all, my parents have nothing to do with how I myself will parent! I will be everything in wanted to have and I will not let my baby girl feel unloved for a single second of her life, thank you very much.

Tim: secondly, you're saying that Taliah is a good role model for parenting? When was the last time you spoke to her that didn't involve her using your or Bruce for your granddaddy? Huh?

Damian: ...

Tim: that's what I thought.

Bruce: maybe we should calm-

Tim: and anyway, now that I'm a mother I understand a lot more and I'm not letting you raise my kid because you are a kid, Damian. I know your almost fifteen but that doesn't change the fact that you have Child Developmental Syndrome as well as severe CPTSD and deserve to be carefree and not hold as many responsibilities as some people, *glares at Bruce* seem to think is okay!

Tim: so, no, you can't take my baby but you can be in her life because while I still kind of hate you and think you should suffer for trying to kill me and cutting my line, I can truely see now that you are a baby yourself.

Tim: now, who is going to help me pick out a paint for the nursery l'm making at my apartment?

Damian: ...

Bruce: ...

Dick, who has been slowly inching forward to try hold the baby: ...

Damian, still seething but also a little... honoured?: may I suggest the colour China Rose?

It will go well with the rest of your apartment.

Tim, smiling happily and rocking his baby: good idea!

Tim: Dick, you can hold her while I find Alfred.

Dick: oh thank god, gimme, gimme, gimme, oh hi baby!!! Oh, just look at those chubby wittle cheekies~! Aren't you the most precious wittle thing? Yes you are! You are! Awww!!

Bruce: I forgot to ask, do you have a name?

Tim: oh yeah... that's a thing

Dick and Bruce, integrally: *He is not going to be able to do this alone.*

ーーーーー

QUESTION: what should the baby be called?????

Also wonder how long it will take to end up on

TikTok lol

[earthtooz]

earth do you have any spare alhaitham thoughts 🥺 thinking ab him a little extra hard tonight 😵

nothing but fluff, reader and al-haitham are engaged, so much banter.

"What do you think about inviting Nahida to our wedding?"

Al-Haitham looks at you incredulously, blinking slowly to register your question. You know a lengthy discussion is imminent when he uncrosses his leg, a habit of his whenever he needs to prepare for a conversation that requires most of his attention.

"You don't mean Lesser Lord Kusanali, do you?" He asks and you nod, as if it is typical to invite a god to one's wedding. "Dear, do you understand what you are asking right now?"

"I do," you sit down beside him, Zaytun peach in one hand and a small knife in the other, cutting up slices that you feed him.

"Then do you realise how ludicrous your question is?"

"I think you are overcomplicating it."

His book snaps shut. "Am I? Or is it appropriate because you just suggested inviting an archon to our very ordinary wedding?"

"You still think you're ordinary after overthrowing a corrupt government and being promoted by said archon?"

"You're crazy," Al-Haitham murmurs, shaking his head with an affectionate smile, one that he always likes to conceal by pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You poke his side gently. "Then we are cut from the same cloth."

"That does not diminish your madness."

Still, you persist. "Well, you haven't said anything in response to my suggestion."

"I called you crazy."

"You haven't said anything I want to hear."

Once again, he sighs, but the noise is too airy to hold any true malice. "Even if I reject your idea, you would personally go to the Sanctuary of Surasthana and deliver the invite yourself."

Instead of answering, you merely feed him another slice of the Zaytun peach, smile growing more and more mischievous.

There is a reason Al-Haitham wants to spend the rest of his life with you. The bouts of delightful juvenility paints endless blotches of colour on his plain canvas, carving a certain feeling of warmth and admiration in his chest that no one else has managed to recreate.

No one compares to you, and he's certain no one ever will because even after all these years of knowing and loving you, every moment he spends with you is as priceless as divine knowledge. Even when you ask ridiculous questions that perplex him greatly.

"How do you even deliver messages to the Sanctuary of Surasthana?" You wonder.

A kiss to your temple halts your thinking. "Let's find out another time. How did this idea of inviting Nahida spring about?"

You shrug. "I was merely thinking back. She's always been so thoughtful and kind to her subjects, even when the Akademiya hid her from us. Then the idea of inviting her made itself quite at home."

"I see," he hums. "Ever so thoughtful."

"Maybe it's a good omen for our partnership to invite an archon. She won't have to bring a present, her presence alone is enough."

Al-Haitham huffs. "My faith in our relationship exceeds that of a good omen, but I agree."

"Aww, you love me that much?"

"Do you still doubt me?"

"Still?" You parrot. "Darling, I've never doubted you."

"I'd like to contest that. Remember when you were vehemently against me resigning as the Acting Grand Sage?"

You feed him another slice. "It gave me bragging rights! Who else could claim that their hot boyfriend-now-fiancé was the Grand Sage?"

"So you prefer when I'm away at the Akademiya working tirelessly from dawn to dusk?"

"Well, no," you set the knife and pit of the peach down before throwing your arms around his neck, pressing yourself close to him. "I prefer having you all to myself."

Al-Haitham huffs triumphantly and you stay pressed close to him for a while, watching as he returns to his novel. He flips back to his exact page despite the lack of a bookmark.

"I'll be sure to send the invite to Nahida tomorrow."

"Alright."

Two days later, you wake to a message written in beautifully precise handwriting on Al-Haitham's blackboard.

'Can Wanderer be invited too? - Nahida'

© EARTHTOOZ 2024, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

[sevastiel]

Assorted Warframe fun facts I've found as of late! With screenshots and such. I find a lot of stuff just going through tilesets, looking for lore stuff that I can write into GS, so here's a few of my favorite things, in no particular order.

Folks who know me on discord have likely been subjected to these before.

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While most of the 'growing' void angels look fem, there are masc variants of the ones you can wake up and fight.

The dummy you can whack on in Teshin's cave uses a very similar model+mask to the drifter doll in the Duviri paradox trailer, and I'm pretty sure it uses the drifter heron voice too, save with an accent.

There are a lot of wally arts around the zariman, (and liminus ones and orowyrm ones, I think,) but they're often close by symbols that seem like both references to dualism, (see: The scaldra's symbol) and the zariman's main time stream splitting in two, for the drifter and the Operator.

This pillar in the Backroom, and the underside of the loft, have some very silly issues with the 'surface' things snap to. The ceiling itself is a fair bit lower than what you see, and the pillar is thinner on that particular side.

The mission entrance symbol on both the deimos hubs is notably duviri-esque.

If you remove the zariman food cubes from your dormizone, they will double in size, allowing you to make comedically large bricks of nutrition. This sometimes applies to the utensils, too.

In some of the caves in the murmur parts of Albrecht's labs, there are little mollusk like growths on the walls and ceiling. They are visibly added on, too.

On the main image thing for the Hex, Arthur looks Very different, and his hair appears to be missing its silver.

If you put the Zariman horse poster on the wall backwards, it becomes impossible to interact with, and pitch black.

In the murmur areas, lightning will occasionally flash in the fog below, revealing Wally!

The bottom of the Zariman food tray casts a solid block of shadow upwards, sometimes.

Also, the wall scribbles project over items put against it.

If you're using a thrown weapon like the Glaive Prime, (Or something with a very slow heavy) and your target dies before you can complete the heavy attack induced by your Wrathful Advance, you can get stuck in the animation. Weapons/Abilities are still usable, but you're invincible and cant move. (To escape, you must use the ability again)

You can 'escape' the backroom by stacking decorations until you're mashed against the ceiling, transferring out, and transferring back in, (And mashing some more) but you can't actually place decorations out there which is sad. I could only access the little window ledge and haven't tried it again elsewhere, though I do mean to.

Sometimes the drifter's legs will glitch out on his agile stance and either stretch the Fuck out of the textures, or make his knees look like a bent straw. It makes me giggle.

The drifter's model takes priority over the decor around the backroom mirror for some reason.

95% sure that the center beam on the rafters is off centered, and it makes my brain really mad to look at.

The windows in the backroom reflect the original decorations/coloring, not your actual ones

The sand dunes in the sanctum anatomica are facing the wrong direction. This is not a problem in the actual in level tilesets that I've noticed.

[uh-velkommen]

Anyone who knows me knows that I have ALWAYS been a very politically vocal person. I also used to spend a majority of my time on Instagram. But when 2020 hit I became such an unrecognizable person that I had to delete Instagram and cut myself off from everyone just to regain my center and sense of self.

I didn't know it at the time but I think with my autistic sense of justice coupled with my paranoia (like diagnosable, serious paranoia) and how stressful my living situation was at the time, it was the perfect blend for a ticking time bomb. I became so uncontrollably consumed with politics that I would attack anyone and everyone. I was experiencing full mania, posting nonstop on Instagram, arguing with people I followed, cutting off family members, not sleeping, overworking myself protesting, and when I wasnt protesting, I wouldnt leave my bed, all while dealing with the stress of the pandemic, a subpar diet in my neglectful choldhood home, and a lack of space to call my own. Even if I seemed collected on the outside, my insides felt like boiling water. I never got a moment of calm. It was autistic overstimulation amplified. I also felt such a sense of hopeless and really rathered Id be dead than continue trying. All these emotions but I just couldn't stop. I wasn't in control.

After some time, I found my normal again, but it made me so scared to speak out about anything because I didn't want to spiral again. I ignored the news, I muted people who talked about politics, I avoided all things political and any semblance of a political conversation at all costs. I'd never been so quiet before. This was around the time Ukraine and Isreal started becoming the hot topic. You can see it here. All my political posts just stop sometime around 2021. And even though I chose to stop "spreading awareness" about things, I started to feel this immense guilt that I was seemingly not doing my part. Or that my IG account now looked like BLM was a fad I participated in, and I couldn't care less about those pesky Palestinians /sarcasm. All the while, I was dying inside NOT talking about it.

I used that time to read up on the history of the Israel-Palestine conflict, I was reaching out to my high school friends who were now growing families in Palestine, I was trying to think of way to engage in the movement that didn't involve reposting the same 5 Instagram posts that everyone was already sharing, and that didn't involve financial investment as that was SO not a possibility for me. I boycotted what I could, but I was living in Sweden by that time, so it was a boycot by circumstance.

Now, with this whole Banning TikTok debacle, I am just so mad that no one can see that it's a political attack. Ever since 2020, the government has been mad at us for using it as a means of education and organization. That's when the whole subject of banning it arose. We -as in American people - are being punished for utilizing our First Amendment right. That of protesting and organizing (not the stupid misinterpretation of "I can say whatever I want" used by right wingers). It seems like everyone has forgotten that and are just whining about their brainrot being taken away or getting on Twitter to rave about what social media is doing to us. People outside of the US are laughing as if this isn't a modern-day example of mass censorship happening right in front of our eyes. And suddenly, I can feel the boiling water moving up from my toes. Suddenly, I want to slap everyone across the face and get them to wake up. Open your eyes, people! I'm tired of sitting back with this, "we'll there's nothing we can really do that we haven't been doing already" attitude. I want to burn down the white house. I want people to stop treating Luigi Magione like some Robin Hood sex image. I don't want to just settle for this loss of autonomy and progress. I don't want to feel like a minority within a minority within a minority within a minority. What else is there to do when everyone has settled for just dealing?

[neonovember]

Love and War (II)

summary; after luca, you and carmen face the fears you both held onto

warnings; arguing, mentions of violence, major warning for panic attacks, you essentially threaten to leave and Carmen nearly dies, carmen is kind of essentially saying he will never let you go, anxiety, insecurities, angst, fluff

a/n: I had a thought, of the reader ending up with luca instead but i really wanted to do right by the request and give carmen a happy ending!

Taking the stairs up your place, you considered walking back down and cycling up a few more times. You're in between the thoughts when your neighbour loudly gruffs in annoyance at you suddenly stops so you have no choice but to get to your door.

Shoving your keys into the door you're about to open the handle when it widens itself from the inside. Carmen's arm is wrapped around its edge as he takes up the entryway.

You're a bit taken back, wide eyes before cooling your expression.

“Where were you?” Carmen replies before you've even made it through the door, eyes zeroing in on your dress.

You let out a scoff, tossing your keys into the ceramic bowl a little too rough as you fling your heels into the hallway corner.

“Out.” 

“That isn't an answer, I tried calling you earlier before-”

“Oh? I didn’t think you’d remember?”

“Remember what?”

“To call me. You seem to be forgetting a lot of things these days” You bite back, leaning against the halfway wall, fighting to roll your eyes at the way Carmen looked so puzzled. 

“I apologised about before, I didn't think it was a big deal. We’ve tried tons of places together, one restaurant isn't the end of the world.”

“I never said it was Carmen, you’re the one interrogating me before i could even put my keys in the door”

“Because you haven't been answering my calls! You can’t even tell me where you went tonight” Carmen says, his hand gripping the sides of his jeans tightly.

“I told you I was out! God do you need to have a tracker strapped to my heel or what? I told you I don’t like the clingy types” You spit out, and you are too fueled by your anger to take it back when you see the flash of hurt on Carmens face

Carmen nods his head, an unreadable expression on his face as he leans against the entryway of the Kitchen. You don’t know what he's thinking as his eyes follow your every move, his jaw is locked into a tight line and the vein on his temple pulses. You’re filled with a sick sense of satisfaction, he is mad, as mad as you have been for weeks.

You move past him, dropping the plastic bags that had been close to ripping onto the countertop with a huff. Carmen doesn't move from where he stands, a looming shadow that fills up the silence between you both as you unpack the containers.

“You ended up trying a place tonight. That's good, see it isn't the end of the world” Carmen murmurs, his words coming out chopped and his voice tilted in annoyance.

You are halfway between putting the last of the containers into the fridge shelf before you stop, gripping the forge door as you take in Carmens words. And suddenly all the restraint you had to not blow up in his face evaporated from you as you slowly turned to face him.

“Oh I didn't go anywhere, well I mean it's this new restaurant that's going to open up soon and Luca invited me over” You mention in this offhand way, as you turn to put the last of the container in the fridge. 

“What?” Carmen replies, his voice low as he turns to you

You’re crouched away from him as a smile creeps on your face, oh? Did he finally feel what you had been subjected to?

“Yeah? He said you knew him apparently.” You continue, noticing the way his hands grip the table counter tightly. 

Carmen’s eyebrows furrow, unblinking as he opens his mouth and closes it slowly.

“Yeah I knew- know him. Why- what were you doing with him” Carmen replies, you see the way he scans your outfit again. Differently, when he realised who saw it first.

You turn to him slowly, shrugging your shoulders. “They were some menu items he wanted me to try.” 

“Why didn't you tell me earlier?” Carmen replies carefully, his words forced out as if he was trying to control himself.

“I didn't think you’d mind me spending some time with an old friend”

“Yeah but that's Luca. You dressed up for him” Carmen replies softly

“And? You’re spending the day with Claire, and I’m spending the night with him. It all works out in the end” You reply, leaning back against the table counter as you clock your head to the side.

“Huh? He knows your my girlfriend, why would he try and make a move on you” Carmen bites, crossing his hands together in exasperation

“Oh I’m your girlfriend now?” You can't help but chuckle. 

Carmen looks at you, confusion filling his face.

“What do you mean”

“Oh I just mean this whole angry possessive boyfriend thing is quite funny. You don’t have to pretend you actually care, Carmen".

“Hey, are you forgetting what this is-"

“Are you?”

Carmen head reels back,

“I don’t know if you did this on purpose or-”

“On purpose Carmen? What's wrong with spending some time with a friend? You’re so well versed in it”

“Oh come on, Claire's different”

The mention of her name out of Carmens mouth as you seething, and you can't control the words that flow out of your mouth like venom

“Different how Carmen?” Your vice rises, gripping the fabric of your dress as you heave.

“You’ve spent weeks with her out every goddamn night. So tell me, how is it different”

Carmen huffs, his eyebrows furrowing as he shakes his head like you were insane. You hated that, hated the look of confusion he had wherever you brought up Claire. Like he thought you couldn't see him replacing you. 

“You don’t know Luca like I do, he’s from a a part of my life you never existed in Carmen. And I don't know if you think I'm fucking blind or just too stupid to realise whats going on”

You watch the way Carmen's chests heaves up and down, his eyes a inky black as he grunts out

 “What’s that supposed to mean”

“You want her Carmen! It’s as clear as fucking day for everybody. You know how embarrassing it is to walk into the kitchen everyday and watch the rest of the crew look at me in pity? You don't even see me anymore”

“I don’t see you, what are you talking about?�� Carmen's voice rises, the veins bulging from his forehead as  his curls shake with his confused anger

“Don’t fucking lie to me. I told you, I fucking told you Carmen” You grunt out as your throat tightens, hands shaking at your sides.

“I told you about my past, and you promised me.” You walk to him, pressing a finger to his chest roughly.

“You promised me you wouldn't do that, I never told you to but you did. And I let you lie to me”

“I don't know what you think-”

“Carmen you’re losing your mind over one dinner with Luca! Do you know how many times you've spent the entire day with her? Do you?”

“You know she's just a friend. I don't know why you're starting this huge fight over a friend!” Carmen says, his hand gripping the sides of his jeans tightly.

Your chest tightens as you try to breathe, tears dripping down your cheeks. You wipe at them angrily, he wasn't supposed to see you like this, this wasn't how it was supposed to go. God, why did you have to such a fucking mess? 

“Go” You reply quietly. Your head is hung, your tears blurring the tiles of the kitchen floor.

“What?”

“Go be with her!”

“You’re the one who went out with Luca just to spite me, maybe you should go to him” Carmen spits out

You push yourself off the counter, moving towards the hallway as your body shakes with anger and your mind blurs with betrayal.

“Where are you going?”

“What you told me too.”

“Wait-”

“You know what's funny? He invited me to join him in opening up his new spot and before all of this- I wouldn't have even thought of it, but now? Luca is the only one who’s thought of me in weeks, you won't miss me” You spit back at him. 

You’re rummaging for your keys when you say that, back turned to Carmen as you blink back hot swirls of anger. You're expecting him to bite back or yell or scream or say anything, but it's just silence. The loss of noise that has been all that filled the air causes you to turn around to face him again.

And this time you take a good look at Carmen, and perhaps you were too blinded by your own bitterness to realise how he looked now. You expected him to be angry, fuming, his cheeks red and his body taunt but you don’t see that.

It’s like you've come face to face with someone entirely different. Carmen's shoulders are hunched, his hands are tightly curled in on themselves and he looks smaller than you remember. 

His face has this ghastly paleness to it, a sheen of sweat on his forehead and your heart skips a beat when you meet his eyes. They are unblinking, pupils dilating as he's frozen in place, chest heaving up and down, looking almost straight through you.

Desperation and fear cowers over Carmen's frame, and it’s like he can’t speak to you, like he's falling apart in the entry hall of you're too expensive apartment’s hallway. 

“Carmen?” You whisper. You can feel the anger of your face melt into panicked worry as you drop whatever had been in your hands in a haste to reach him.

Carmen shakes his head, his hand coming up to grip his chest as winces in pain

“Don’t, fucking godamnit-” Carmen berates, the look of panic and shame swirling his features and he fights to get the words out

“Can’t fucking-” Carmen grunts out, shoulders hunched over and he slowly sinks to the hardwood fall 

“Carmen you need to breathe Baby” You whisper crouching over him, hands shaking as you try to hide the fear of seeing him like this. Shattered and breaking and peeling at the corners because of what you had said.

“Please, don’t leave me. Don’t fucking leave me here” Carmen voice rips out in desperation, leaning against the wall as anxiety surges through his body.

“I wasn’t-”

“You were going to go, you can’t- I need you” Carmen grunts, his low breath shudders and stutters over itself.

“I know, I know I’m so sorry. I was angry, I didn’t mean any of it, none of it Carmy” You whisper, your throat tight as you fight tears trying to hold together the man falling apart in front of you

You’re scared to look down at his face but you do it anyway, and his eyes are wide and darting around like his entire life is flashing before his eyes. 

It was like he was dying, this look of impending doom and horror twisting his features and your words can’t reach wherever he is. Somewhere deep and cold and miles away from where your body is near folded against his. 

You try calling out for him, until your voice gets hoarse and your chest is tired. Until you reach for his hand and place it on your chest and force him to follow the rise and fall of your own. You sit in that position for a while, at least until you can hear his breathing go back to a semblance of normal. He doesn't let go of his grip on your wrist though, holding onto it like an anchor to bring him back to himself.

“M’ so sorry” Carmen croaks out, his voice hoarse and taunt like how it usually is in the mornings. He looks up at you, how you cover him entirely when you lean against him like this. His eyes are half lidded and red, and his eyebrows furrow and his voice quivers, and he looks like the frightened boy he was once in a house he hated.

And suddenly your ears ring and Claire and Luca and the black hole of your insecurities and everything that had mattered until this moment disappears. You feel so foolish then, so stupid and pathetic for the angry and they hurt you had harboured and kept against your chest. 

You shake your head and Carmen reaches for your jaw to stop the motion, rubbing it gently across your cheek as he blinks.

“It didn’t matter if I couldn’t see it, it didn’t matter if all I ever felt towards Claire is friendship”

“I know Carmen, I was just scared” You grip your fist trying to force the words out. “I was scared you were leaving me, and I just let that fear rot away at me for months. I know you Carm, I know you wouldn’t, but I just-- wanted to feel the hurt that I did”

Carmen swallows the lump that lodges itself in his throat, nodding softly to your words. 

“I don’t know why I was such an idiot, so blind to what it was doing to you. I-” 

“I’m not really, um used to belonging to someone, you know?” Carmen shudders, blinking back tears softly. “And I’m not trying to justify what I did, but I kind of had written of this after Mickey. I don’t know if I could go through something like that again. Losing you, it would..” Carmen doesn't finish his sentence, his eyes close for a second and he tries to still his racing heart at the thought of it.

“And I couldn’t do that to you, cause such pain and grief. Make you have to get used to forgetting me” Carmen continues. “I don’t know if I was using my friendship with Claire as a way to push you away, or- or make you want to just erase me all together subconsciously”

“But when you said you were going to leave? Go to him- it’s like my brain short circuited. I couldnt even fucking breathe, this nightmarre I was harboring had come alive and was taking you from me and it felt like you had died or something.” Carmen whispers

He grips you closer to his chest then, as if you would disintegrate and leave him in a silent room if he tried to let go. Wrapping your hands around  his face you press your face against his, inhaling the scent of burning oil and cigarettes that had been yours and would always be.

“I didn’t mean it, I didn’t Carmen. I was being rash and angry and I said things I shouldn’t have” You reply, blinking softly as you consider the past few days.

After a silence you shake your head, “You deserve better. Someone who isn’t so goddamn insecure and selfish-”

“What?” Carmen tries to stop your rambling and you turn to him incredulously

“I nearly broke you Carmen? I did things to purposely hurt you, I brought up Luca I went to him to spite you”

“I dont fucking care” Carmen grunts out. And it has you turning to look down at him.

“I don’t care if you leave the Bear and help him with his fucking Menu’s and restaurent, I dont care about any of it. I just want you. I just need you to be here, with me, like this. In whatever way or version you give me I want it”

You shudder at his words, and taking in the darkness that swarms through his blues you know he means every word. 

“If what you had been feeling about Claire was even an ounce of what it felt like watching you turn to leave you did not a goddamn thing wrong. And if you want me stop talking to her I’ll remove her from my life without a second thought”

“No Carmen. Despite my own anger she is one of the few friendships you've maintained outside of the Bear.”

“You think I care about fuckin’ friendships? I could have none but have you and I’d have enough”

Something inside of you preens at that, at the knowledge that you were enough to fill everything. So long you had gone as second best in your life, the thought of being someone's everything was addictive. But you swallow away the part of you that craves just that and press a kiss to his cheek.

“As much as I enjoy that, you should be able to have friends without ending up in a panic-inducing nervous breakdown because I got jealous. I should learn how to be able to talk to you about things, no? To truly let myself believe what I know to be true” You breath out, smiling at the way Carmen nods to your words.

“And it is, everything in me belongs to you. Every thought, every touch, every kiss, every inch of my skin. I am reluctant about most things in my life, all things really but you. And I’d sooner die than let this happen ever again” Carmen replies softly. 

The love and fear and mixture of grief swirls in your chest so bright you fear it might spill out of your mouth, so all you do is bring your hand to his jaw and press your lips against his. Carmen answers it with soft brushes of his mouth, it was delicate and slow like all the anger and passion coursing through the both of you had been this all along. A dizzying and sluggish kind of warmth that had wrapped every conversation, every touch and silence between you both. 

He had marked you as you had him, a gentle kind of scarring of love and desperate wanting that you could feel under your skin, between your ribs, across your chest. You let yourself sink into the feeling of being entirely wanted until your leg falls asleep and you feel the weight of Carmen carrying you back to the bed that was left empty for too long.

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@hansfics @kpopgirlbtssvt @parmforcarm @nolita-fairytale

[longlivechips]

A drabble on what if Arthur repealed the magic ban while Merlin wasn't there. I like the idea of Arthur thinking Merlin will be mad, he said magic has no place in Camelot afterall. And Merlin being like shit I'm gonna have to start telling the truth.

A fic where Merlin goes to visit his mother for a few weeks. It's Yule and he misses her.

While he is gone a child comes to trial. Hardly 12 and clearly terrified. She had been caught using magic.

She swears she didn't mean to, that it just started happening one day and she was so scared of what was happening to her.

The law says she is to burn.

But Arthur just can't seem to make the call. He can only think of the girl Morgana used to be when he looks at her.

He speaks to Gaius and Geoffrey about what Camelot was like before the ban. How people square magic. He learns, for the first time, more than his father had ever let him.

He's thinking of......well not reversing the magic ban. But this girl can't be evil surely.

He wishes Merlin were here, his advice is often quite sound. But Arthur is unsure if Merlin, who has been so outspoken against magic in the past, would agree with such loose laws.

But it comes down to this. Arthur cannot in good conscience kill that girl. And he can not have her as an exception. So he changes the law.

Merlin hasn't spent this long in Ealdor since before he left. He finds it quite lonely without Will to cause trouble with.

But he finds he is not ostracized like he was when he was a boy. In fact, more often than not he has to dodge mothers pushing their daughters onto him as prospects.

He is in his mother's house trying bundles of herbs to be dried and taken back to Camelot when his mother rushes in.

She stairs at him for a moment. Eyes wide, something clearly about to spill off her toung.

"Mother?" Merlin says moving closer, " What's wrong what happened? Has goodie meridan gone into labor?"

"Merlin. My boy. We just received news from Camelot. Gaius sent a letter. I....." Her face is flush. She doesn't look scared but Merlins heart drops anyway

"Arthur...." Merlin starts

"He's fine, he's fine" Hunith walks towards her son, cupping his face in her hands.

She laughs. Full belly and full of joy, her hands on his face strong, they almost hurt.

"He repealed the magic ban Merlin. Oh my boy by royal decree"

Merlins knees nearly give out.

"Surely you aren't serious....." Merlin gasps. "Do you have the letter?"

She hands it over and he reads frantically.

My good Hunith.

I write you instead of Merlin for reasons that will become obvious.

I also just request more of that dried lavender you sent last time, it does not smell the same from the north.

How is your neighbor Gregory fairing with his leg? My tonic recipe helped I hope, I would like to hear how it went.

There is news from Camelot. You might have heard, it will make fast news I'm sure.

A girl was brought to court for magic. Hardly 12 summers, she swears she did not train for magic, that it came naturally and she has no control.

Arthur was hesitant to burn her, despite the law, and tasked me with examining her.

I explained my findings, you know my friend how truly common it is to have magic as the girl does. Arthur listened well, and I sent the king off with what recommendations I could.

There are few books left on the subject but he spoke to Geoffrey. I assume he found some enlightened reading.

The next day, his verdict was as follows.

"The law of the land, as set by my Father King Uther, is that magic has no place in Camelot. I quite agree. Magic is dangerous, it has raveged my family.

But I can't help but think these laws might create more enemies. I cannot kill a girl for a crime she did not willingly commit. But I cannot banish her and create an enemy."

The council spoke on formal matters and specifics but Hunith, it is looking well. I feel hope I haven't had in decades.

Arthur has repealed the magic ban, in part. There are specifics to be worked out, and it is unclear if it would apply to Merlin. It certainly wouldn't apply to myself.

I will write again when I have more details.

I wish I could see the boy's face when he hears the news. Give him my love

Gaius

Merlin reads it. Than again. The third time he skims it he is tearing up. Looking desperately for any sign that Gaius tells a lie.

When he finds none, and there is no answer but that Gaius's words are true.

Merlin weeps. He falls to his knees and weeps.

Hunith cradles his head, spilling some tears of her own.

"oh my boy" she says. "What news. I knew Arthur would be a good king." She presses a kiss to her son's head.

Merlin cries, and wonders why he feels more scared than ever.

[thewalrusespublicist]

I’ll push back on the paul hate thing that’s actually not true in my experience. I actually have the opposite issue it’s hard getting to know paul because all you get is push back and accusations of hate, it’s like you can’t speak about him outside of certain parameters that you don’t know.

I’ve talked about george/ john music, philosophies and actions with a lot of people inside and outside of the fandom, we can speak about them freely, critique them and in some cases it actually went too far. But paul with the exception of mclennon it’s a dead end it’s frustrating.

That’s why the fandom’s love of George and john is different because it’s almost like you know them cause we kinda do to an extent.

It’s not the 70s and 80s anymore the fandom doesn’t need to protect him , with the exception of certain periods of time (all of them got it btw) he had been admired and loved by everyone for decades .

Disclaimer for clarity: This anon came in in response to a post I did in around Paul getting mad at strikers and the Beatles morality but before my Paul interview from hell write-up. I also received a similar anon at the same time about Paul vs John and Paul's edges being smoothed out and I'll try to answer that in this anon too.

Hi anon!

To be transparent, I'm not sure if I'm the best person to speak on this as for the most part, I've felt pretty comfortable talking at length about Paul's flaws and haven't received much backlash for it. For example, in the post I think you're responding to, I called Paul stubborn, short-sighted, egotistical, wrong-headed, capable of stupid ideas and a host of other things and without really any trouble. I would also debate the 'freely criticise other Beatles' thing, but that's subjective. To be clear, this is not me saying that your experiences aren't very real and annoying. What I mean is that I think which circles and corners of the internet you are in are crucial for shaping experience.

Looking at it from a distance, I think it's unrealistic to expect for Paul to be talked about in the same way as John and George as Paul is still kicking it. Paul at the minute is part of the present, a living legend, beloved grandude etc. (a status I would argue he's only received in the past decade or so if you look at press response, he was fairly badly mauled pretty consistently until the early 2010s). He is a living part of the culture and therefore our connection to him is both far more immediate and more remote. You don't expect to know everything about a living person's private life and work in the same way you expect of a long dead person. At the same time due to Paul's status in the culture as everyone's legendary grandad, it's fairly natural for people to be more protective over him and his life/legacy. I feel they would have been the exact same way if the situation had been reversed (John's endless cancellations notwithstanding). (Not to mention Paul's also finally got a good PR team who is working overtime and he has been pushing out successful project after successful project lately lol.)

Tragically, in comparison John and George have now begun to move past the point of hagiography and into the realm of historical figures. With this status comes far more information about their behind-the-scenes world: more anecdotes, more honest interviews, more objective analysis and conversations that aren't naturally censored to protect the living individual/fueled by grief for the recently deceased. I read a quote once that it takes about 50 years post a persons death for a decent biography to be made about them and I think we are getting to about that point with John. (I actually don't think we're there yet with George, but that's a different conversation.) Paul is *touch wood* decades behind this point. We haven't even hit hagiography stage that will come when he passes in hopefully a billion years from now. With all this in mind, even though it's annoying and leads to bias in how we discuss each Beatle, the differences in how we view Paul (and Ringo!) compared to George and John are almost inevitable.

[yuurivoice]

Is Emrys even someone who can be defeated...? He seems insanely powerful and like the final boss of the entire universe, my good friend Finneas has it difficult enough as it is with all the things happening in the Beyond-

That's probably a good question. 😂

Where we find ourselves throughout Origins and into EoE is a time where some people are aware to varying degrees that Emrys is Not Right, but they are essentially just.......fucked?

It's sorta like...what if you were subjected to a truth you genuinely couldn't begin to comprehend how to address? You look around and the way of the world just...is. You cannot outrun the ignorance of this Rot, you can't grab someone and try to make them remember faster than it can be erased.

You either flee abroad, or you live among it, with knowledge that no one else can comprehend. Burdened with unknowable truth.

Emrys hasn't eradicated the people who know. I haven't figured out why, but I'm leaning towards him being so unbothered by their existence and confident in his control that he might just revel in their misery and despair. Like it entertains him to watch the dread. He would otherwise be very, very bored.

There are only a handful that know how powerful he truly is, while others can only imagine, or may not want to know.

Those among the Anointed are the most aware, having been directly under his command and executing his orders. From there, it's second hand information, perhaps shared with loved ones or allies. Then, there are likely those who have an inherent resistance to it. Or maybe Emrys took joy in watching as a member of one family or community went mad as everyone around them began living a history that never existed. All across the land, just playing duck duck goose and seeing who would be so lucky as to remember what came before.

Until they all die out, and it's forgotten once and for all.

So yeah, it's fucked!

Echoes of Evalas begins where our rag-tag bunch of unlikely allies seek to fight back, but cannot agree on a course of action. Some think bloodshed would be a mercy, others want to save the lost, and some would rather escape to safety across the sea. No solution is perfect, but decisions need to be made.

What they cannot account for is Finneas, who has peered beyond this world and seen things no mere man was ever meant to see. That truth might be enough to rock the boat and bring about change.....or, it would break the minds and spirits of all who were enlightened.

How their stories intersect and what choices are made is where the fun really begins...but first I want to establish our cast with the Origins series!

[traumadumpwriter]

Memory Games - 12

Newt x Female OC🐰

A dark Maze Runner romance between a very damaged girl and our soft boy Newt. With trigger warnings for self harm, abuse, assault, PTSD, mentions of suicide and general violence. Also written in the style of multiple POVs.

"All that was clear was that they were all boys - all of them - and it filled me with even more dread, instinctually defensive and fearful of the opposite sex. Even if I couldn't remember anything specific about where I'd come from, I knew that men were dangerous."

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Chapter Twelve

*Angel’s POV*

As soon as I started to run, I felt like all of my worries slipped away. I was amazed by the gravity of the walls around me, the way the breeze felt against my skin, the suddenness of each turn. And Minho's playful personality definitely made my mood better.

"You're not as bad as I thought you'd be. I'm only going at two thirds of the speed I usually would. Maybe you should be a runner." He'd teased at one point and I laughed.

"I don't know, I'm already getting tired, it's been like what - two hours? Maybe three? I don't know how you do this everyday."

"Training and practice, Greenie. Probably good that you said no, Newt would kill me if I let you be a runner."

"I'm sure he wouldn't be that mad. He seemed fine about it this morning."

Minho just chuckled and said nothing else on the subject, instead saying "How you feeling about tonight? The gathering and banishment. You ready?"

"As ready as I can be."

"Ahh it won't be that bad. The gathering won't be anyway. You don't have to watch the banishment." He sounded relaxed.

"I don't really want to. But I feel like I should, I mean give him that at least." I confessed and he tutted.

"You don't have to give him anything. He tried to kill you. And yeah, you might've been a bitch, but he's a bitch for caring. Dude was just pissed off that you went with Newt instead of him."

I scoffed at that.

"I haven't gone with Newt. We're just friends." I said clearly. "But maybe you're right. I mean, I've heard some pretty bad stuff being said about me and I haven't tried to kill anyone."

"Exactly. We've all said some mean stuff to each other. Long time since someone's reacted like that."

"Long time?" I thought. "So it's happened before."

"Have there been many banishments then?" I asked.

"Back when we first got here it was definitely more common. Bad stuff happened before we properly established a system, not everyone survived. This is the first in a while.. Don't feel bad about it though Greenie, Nick's been weird for a while. Real weird."

We slowed to a jog, me evidently out of breath, and Minho continued to speak.

"Him and Gally are the only ones who survived a sting. Made them even stranger. The ones before, we didn't know to use the serum. They got all kinds of shucked up, had to kill them to put them out their misery. Shuckin' Grievers." He tutted and then stopped. "We'll have a water break here."

I nodded and put my backpack on the ground, pulling the bottle from the side and relishing in the cool refreshment. I stood panting for a few minutes, thinking on what he said, whilst Minho was breathing steadily, clearly unfazed by the running he'd done.

"Have you ever seen a griever?" I eventually asked and he shook his head no.

"Heard a lot about them. Supposed to be terrifying. Maybe it's that that really messed with the lads that got stung, not the memories. If they ain't so bad, as you say."

"I wouldn't call the memories good. They're confusing, kind of stressful. But so is being here so, not much difference." I chuckled dryly and he chuckled back.

"You'll get used to it. It's always stressful at first."

"Yeah. I just hope they send another girl up next month."

"So do I." Minho scoffed with a cheeky smile and I laughed at that.

"Am I not good enough?" I teased and he turned to me with a straight face.

"Angel, you're more than good enough. But it would be quite nice if we all got to have girlfriend's. Not just Newt."

"We're just friends!" I protested. "And besides, isn't there like a no touching rule?"

"I'm sure Alby would reverse that rule if a hot little Angel of his own came up in that box." Minho teased and I playfully hit his arm.

"You recon? I can't imagine it. He's so.. serious."

"He's not really, not when you get to know him. He's always harsh with Greenie's, wants them to get used to the system quickly."

"Makes sense." I said, sliding the bottle back into my bag. "What was it you said about a serum? Did he figure that out?"

"Clint did actually." He said, reaching into his own bag and pulling out something. "I wouldn't usually bring one with me, but Newt insisted."

He handed me a small glass vial, filled with blue liquid, and I instantly thought of one of my memories - an injection, sharp and dripping with blue liquid. I studied the object curiously for a moment, trying to search further in my memory for any clue of how the two things were related. I came up blank though. I then turned the vial around, noticing something on the other side, and felt the air escape my chest when a word became clear on it. "W.C.K.D"

"That's the word I have tattooed on me. 'Fuck WCKD'. They're the ones supplying the serums? They must be the creators. Why do I have 'fuck the creators' tattooed on my arm? Was I right? Am I here because I pissed them off?" My mind raced. "Or are they just really bad? Surely I can't be the bad one. Maybe other people have the tattoos too. Maybe I just need to ask."

"Minho, I- I need to show you something. A-And I need you to promise you won't tell anyone." I stuttered and his brows knotted.

"What? What are you talking about?" He asked, clearly confused by my sudden mood change.

"Promise!" I said and though he looked uncertain, he did.

"Okay, I promise."

I took a deep breath before I rolled my left sleeve down to my elbow, exposing the skin to the sun for the first time that I could remember. In the light the scars looked even worse, and I just mentally prayed that he somehow didn't notice them. I pointed a finger to the tattoo below my inner elbow and looked up at Minho anxiously.

"Does anyone else have one of these tattoos?"

He stared at my arm with an expression of horror and I realised that my prayer had not been heard.

"Angel. What happened? These scars are- really bad. Did you do this to yourself?" He gasped and I responded bluntly.

"I don't remember, Minho. That doesn't matter anyway. Does anyone-"

"Doesn't matter?" He cut me off, his hand moving to hold my arm, one of his fingers tracing across the scars. "This is from a suicide attempt. And it's hardly even healed.. Angel, does anyone else know about this?"

"No. But that doesn't matter. I need to know about the tattoo. Why would I have the same word from the serum tattooed on me? And why would I say fuck them?"

He stepped backwards and looked around aimlessly, his mind clearly racing.

"I don't know. The only other person with a tattoo is Gally, but it's of something dumb. I can't remember what." He answered quickly, his voice empty and melancholic. "Is this why you've only been wearing long sleeves? You know you don't need to hide this, right? You should probably get seen by Clint or Jeff, this one doesn't look like it's healing very well."

I regretted showing him my arm, rolling my sleeve back up to my wrist and letting out a huff. Why did he have to focus on the scars? Couldn't he see that there was a bigger mystery at hand?

"It's healing fine, Minho. It doesn't matter. I don't even remember doing it so it can't be that relevant, right?"

"I don't know about that." He said with a sharp intake of air.

"Well do you know any reason why I'd have that tattoo? I think I did it to myself, I have a few others too."

He didn't seem interested in what I was saying, looking around aimlessly again and awkwardly answering "I don't know, Angel. You're best off showing Alby."

He seemed annoyed now, and I cringed as I answered "I can't show him" knowing I had no real justification.

"Why not?" He quickly shot back, an unimpressed expression on his face.

"I don't know.. I just... He's gonna flip out at the scars, make it into a thing.”

Minho stepped back towards me, though not in a threatening way, more just in a way to get his point across. He looked stressed as he expressed with his hands whilst he spoke.

"Maybe a little bit, but only because you've been hiding them. That's what this whole meeting is about later, you hiding stuff! Now you've either got to continue the lie and make it even worse when it eventually comes out, or you've got to just confess and get it over with."

"Well can you blame me for wanting to hide stuff? Everyone's acted like I've set off a bomb by being here, I just don't want to make things weirder." I scoffed and he seemed to soften.

"I know. I know it's not been easy. But the best way to get everyone to calm down a bit is to be honest... And maybe don't fuck with Jackson again, I know the shank deserves it, but you're a greenie. This lot take that clunk seriously."

I groaned in annoyance, knowing he was right. And so for the rest of the day, I thought about how I could tell Newt and Alby, but no good idea came to mind.

*Minho’s POV*

"Well can you blame me for wanting to hide stuff? Everyone's acted like I've set off a bomb by being here, I just don't want to make things weirder." Angel scoffed, and I understood where she was coming from. Still, I couldn't quite believe the secret she'd just revealed to me, and I was shocked that no one else knew about it - not even Newt.

The scars and cuts were vicious and plentiful, though the most vicious was by far the dark, vertical one on her inner wrist. I'd had enough scars to know that it was a couple months old at most, and I'd seen enough darkness to know that it had been a self inflicted attempt at suicide. I wondered where on earth Angel could've been before she was here, and what would bring her to do something like that to herself. Then I thought of the tattoo, the clear defiance she'd had to those who put us here, and I suspected that they had something to do with it.

"I know. I know it's not been easy. But the best way to get everyone to calm down a bit is to be honest... And maybe don't fuck with Jackson again, I know the shank deserves it, but you're a greenie. People take that clunk seriously." I said softly.

She groaned in response, clearly annoyed, and so I patted her back with a light chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

"We'll get back a bit early so you have time to tell Alby before the meeting. I doubt he'll be angry."

"But what if he is? I mean; you're right. I've hidden so much already. I should've just told him as soon as I saw my arms for the first time, but I've been too ashamed." She confessed.

I felt bad for her. And then I felt bad for Newt. This truth would surely put him under even more stress than he'd already been and I worried that it might even be a trigger for him. It took a lot to make that boy snap, but when he snapped, he splintered. The memory of the day he jumped, along with the vivid fresh image of Angel's scars made me cringe. Why would either of them want to do that to themselves?

"It'll be alright. Just-Just promise me that you're never going to do that to yourself again." I said seriously, and she looked away uncertainly before sighing and saying "Okay. I'll keep my promise if you keep yours."

"What did that mean? Did she still want to hurt herself? Even without the memories of why she was doing it before? Was the urge somehow embedded into her?"

For the rest of the run I could tell that her mood had shifted into an anxious one, though I tried to keep her distracted with facts about the maze or general Glader gossip. It didn't seem to work.

When we got back to the Glade, I was going to walk her straight to Alby - knowing he would either be in the map room or the gathering room - but Newt spotted us immediately and quickly made his way over. Angel shot me a look which I knew meant to not say anything, and so I didn't.

"How was she?" Newt asked with a smile.

"Uh- good actually. Kind of good." I answered and Angel giggled.

"I learnt a lot. It was nice." She said to him, her face bearing none of the anxiety that it had held moments earlier. They gazed at each other so lovingly when they spoke that I felt as if I was interrupting something private.

"That's good. I'm glad you enjoyed it." Newt grinned at her. "I bet you're hungry."

"I am." She smiled. "What's on the menu today?"

I could see that she wasn't going to go to Alby any time soon, enamoured by Newt as soon as he was present, and so I just rolled my eyes and walked away.

It was a short while later that the other runners arrived back and I knew it was time to go get Nick from the slammer.

Alby and Ben came with me, ignoring his pleas for mercy as we dragged him from the cage.

"Guys! Come on! You heard what she said! You've seen what she's turned this place back into! You can't be picking her over me - surely not!" He cried, kicking his legs against the ground.

"No one's picking anyone. You broke one of the rules. You know how it goes." Alby said bluntly.

"Ben! Minho! You're my best mates! Come on!" He turned to us and started to cry.

I had to swallow a lump in my throat, wishing with my whole being that last night hadn't happened. But there was nothing my wishing could do and so I gritted my teeth and continued on in silence, mentally distancing myself from the care I once had for the lad. It was one of the worst parts of being in the Glade, and it never got easier, but when someone was banished it was easiest to just forget that they'd ever existed. Mourning their absence would do no good.

I could see out the corner of my eye that Ben was struggling with this too, more than I was. He and Nick had always been super close and so I knew that he was devastated. I would be too if it was Newt or Alby I was dragging to the maze doors.

There stood waiting was a crowd of lads, weapons in hand and ready to go. Some of them looked more solemn than others, some enjoyed having something to do outside of the usual routine. On the edge of the crowd, looking sheepish, stood Angel with Chuck. It occurred to me that he hadn't seen a banishing either, and he looked just as nervous as her. Nick didn't seem to have noticed them though, frantically kicking and screaming. His eyes locked onto Newt instead, who was stood in the centre of the crowd.

"I won't ever touch her again! Newt! Please! I don't know what came over me!" He cried, but Newt just looked at him blankly, his nostrils flaring.

"Fuck this." Ben muttered and walked away. I couldn't blame him.

"Newt! Alby! Minho! Gally! I didn't kill her, did I? Please! It won't happen again!" He looked around at everyone desperately but no one spoke.

Then the doors started to close and everyone positioned their weapons towards him, slowly closing the circle around him. It was then that his demeanour changed and his eyes locked onto Angel, who had slowly stepped over, still remaining a couple of feet from the crowd.

"You bitch! I wish I'd fucking killed you! It's only a matter of time before someone else does, and I hope you know what they'll do to your body! Whore!" He shouted. I cringed at his words, my guilt evaporating, and then I looked back at her, expecting to see some emotion. She just looked blank though. Maybe she was in shock. But both Chuck and Newt looked more distressed than she did.

"Fucking slut! Your boyfriend won't be able to protect you forever! I hope you see my face every night before you sleep! I hope the boys have their way with you-"

"Someone shut him up." Newt hissed and Gally angrily shoved his spear against his stomach, forcing him backwards between the closing doors.

It was at this point that he knew he was out of time and he started to run into the maze. I watched him run until the doors closed entirely, then I turned to Angel. It seemed that everyone was looking at her now, and she looked uncomfortable. Chuck was whispering something to her, though she didn't seem to hear it, her gaze fixed numbly on the doors. Then Alby shouted "Let's go" and everyone started to disperse, the keepers heading to the gathering room and everyone else going to the kitchen.

[py-dreamer]

Oh! It's Mac(aroni)-learns-the-consequences-for his-actions o'clock!: the AU

To my marshiemallows who saw my other post, no this isn't the part two I was talking about

(it's coming dw! ...I am going to roast those fics over a pit like a rotisserie chicken...)

but this is some more Ma-caca slander so if you're into that...

"get in loser we're going to yell into some all hearing (but terrible at listening) ears"

(DISCLAIMER: I do enjoy Macaque as a character, he is well written in the show imo

This is a call-out to those who think he's just a victim and excuse his crimes in the show, in lore and make him the "uwu soft boi who needs to be protected at all cost who everyone loves including all of Wukong's subjects apparently"

and make Wukong the "selfish narcissist who's a lazy good for nothing, a monster who killed Mac for funsies then cried for centuries afterward without his waifu, doesn't deserve anything good, everyone hates him for good reason, he kills puppies on a daily bas-"

yea you get the point)

I know there're some AUs where there's an artifact that can change time or transport you into a different dimension

Yea so y'know what, let Macaque get his hands on one of them, mid battle with the monkie kids.

They tell him to calm down and give the artifact back but Mac gets pissy about an earlier conversation with Wukong.

About how he made a shrine to honor his pilgrim brothers and Mac gets mad.

He tells Wukong that it's been centuries since they've died so why doesn't he let them go and Wukong of course gets pissed too.

Then Mac-aroni bursts at him why there was nothing for the brotherhood or DBK when he sealed him or when he died

He adds some extra insults for flavor then leaves (as usual) without giving the monkey king to give his perspective and cuss him out

Back to the present, Mac decides to alter the timeline just a wee bit...

"Tang Sanzang was killed by the six eared Macaque during their first encounter"

Then we see this new world...but it's not all happy like Macaque hoped

First off, the journey was to retrieve holy scriptures from India which would help to cleanse the east apparently. But it was also because of the journey a lot of corruption was stopped (eg slow cart kingdom with its policy on Buddhism, kingdom of women and the demon guarding the abortion spring, the demon who overthrew the black river god, kidnappings in general)

So yea if it was cut short, a lot of that corruption would still be in power.

With most of the human population being overtaken by humans or corrupt kings or busy being eaten or courtnapped, yea society could not evolve. It stays mostly stagnant, so a lot of technology hasn't been invented yet and most humans (particularly lower class) are doing worse for wear.

But it wasn't his fault; it was the society and humans for being to weak to upturn itself.

Mac sees them, doesn't really care and goes off to find Wukong because hey, he's curious

However he finds the Camel Ridge trio instead and we know what kinda happened in that town.

The surrounding area is dry and barren because all the life is being sucked out of it. Heck, its probably even more arid cause the trio's reign has lasted for centuries.

They all welcome Macaque with open arms asking him where he's been and they haven't heard of him since the monk's murder.

The trio thank Mac since they heard how the monk had Wukong on a leash and how he was no more than a guard dog and they were worried that he'd make the monkey king reign his wrath on the city if they ever crossed and without him, the journey never continued and there was no encounter

He's disturbed by the friends he once loathed and fought welcoming him with open arms and owed their success to his actions.

But it wasn't his fault for their corruption, it was their city and their choices, someway or another karma will get them probably...maybe...

Since without the journey, the brotherhood never would've ended up in the ink scrolls

"Its a shame Wukong and Brother Bull can't join us"

Mac asks what they mean and where DBK was.

He learns the demon bull family were in mourning.

You see, without the pilgrims and more importantly, Sanzang and Wukong present, the sealing of the samahdi fire probably wouldn't have went the same.

They couldn't find anyone available who'd survive the flames so DBK, PIF and Nezha had to try it themselves...and were sadly unsucessful

The infant's power caused mass destruction, many deaths, injured both his parents greatly...

...and ultimately led the child to an early grave.

Leaving the clan and couple devastated for years to come.

But it still wasn't his fault: it was just due to unfortunate circumstances!

Macaque, disturbed by this leaves without saying goodbye, goes to flower fruit mountain to check on its status. Since without having to continue the journey, surely the monkey king would be basking in the sun with his subjects happily gorging themselves on fruit-

Only he comes back to a total wasteland.

As a consequence of letting the monk be killed and failing his chance at redemption, heaven punished Sun Wukong and he was never seen again (much to Mac's surprise).

But not only that, it seemed the gods took their rage out on Flower fruit mountain as well. This was the 2nd time it was burned but now they made sure to finish the job, every last tree engulfed in flames.

Without the monkey king coming back to save them, all the inhabitants were at risk of the burning and any left who fled to the mainland were captured and sold, starved or hunted and eaten. There were no survivors.

Upset by his discovery, Macaque was filled with rage at the king. How dare he not take care of their home, he failed as a friend but now as a king too. So he snuck into heaven to find out his location to find answers and yell at him.

It wasn't his fault their home was destroyed. That was Wukong's duty as king! He failed his subjects and he must pay

A tear filled Macaque snuffs through heaven's files as even he couldn't find the location of Sun Wukong's prison.

He learns that Nezha after failing to seal the fire, got terribly burned in the process probably crippling him and causing mass destruction to many nearby towns and minor gods had been cast out of heaven.

Some of the guilt started weighing in on him but he put that aside, because of course it wasn't his fault; the god was just too weak and shouldn't have stuck his nose into other's business.

And finally, the main course we've all been waiting for: confronting Wukong.

He's back under 5 phases mountain but this time with many more locks and security cautions. Macaque learns nobody had heard from the king in a 1000 years.

He finds the king and screams at him that it was his fault how FFM was now a desolate dessert devoid of life.

But to his surprise, the king laughs.

The king laughs maniacally, practically howling with laughter but with crazed eyes like a madman.

"I assume you'll blame me for 'abandoning' you too?"

He rips into Macaque about how they always swore to stay by each others side but the moment things get ugly Mac will always save his skin. And asks where was he for him through all this.

Not during the battle vs heaven.

Not during his trials.

Not during his imprisonment.

Not when he asked him to go back and leave the pilgrims alone.

Not when heaven pointed fingers at him that the monk's murder was his fault.

Not when FFM was destroyed and Wukong didn't learn until some heavenly officials told him years later as they fed him metal pellets and molten iron.

Even now, the only reason he came was to complain.

(I imagine a lil conversation to go like this:

Macaque: They abused you! They didn't free you!!

Wukong: WELL NEITHER DID YOU!!!!

Macaque:...

Wukong:...neither did you...)

Then Mac decides to ask what the pilgrims did afterward and bet they all ran off too...how wrong he was

(Macaque: Then where are your 'pilgrim' brothers now? Why aren't they here to help you the-

Wukong: they're gone

Macaque: what..?

Wukong: They're gone...They're gone...gone...DID YOU NOT HEAR ME? ARE YOU DEAF? I SAID THEY'RE GONE!!!

Macaque: but how...

Wukong: after you fled the scene, the heavenly officials came to detain me....hahahah...I was caught in that diamond snare again and Ao Lie jumped in to defend me.

Macaque: but I thought...

Wukong: I was so distraught, I couldn't do anything...They said that it was also their fault master was dead so they'd better stay quiet if they wanted to lessen their sentence....hahahah...I watched them all die one by one Macaque...

Macaque:...

Wukong:...they all defended me...even the goddamn pig... And do you know where that lead them? They all died...Liu'er...they're dead...I WATCHED MY BROTHERS DIE IN FRONT OF ME FOR DEFENDING ME...I DID NOTHING LIU'ER...DO YOU KNOW WHERE AZURE AND THE OTHERS ARE NOW? I'M SURE THEY'RE PARTYING AND LEAVING ME TO ROT. MEANWHILE MY BROTHERS GAVE THEIR LIVES FOR A USELESS MONKEY. I COULDN'T EVEN PROTECT MY SUBJECTS...OR SANZANG...THE GREAT SAGE EQUAL TO HEAVEN CAN'T EVEN PROTECT A SINGLE HUMAN...ALL THAT TIME, TRAINING, USELESS!! SO SURE...BLAME ME ALL YOU WANT BECAUSE I DESERVE IT AT THIS POINT!!!! COME ON!!!!

Macaque: God, you've really gone mad...)

I want this man to meet his inner demons or someone able to slap him around to just really remind him of the consequences to his actions maybe some ink scroll action.

Just basically:

And maybe if I'm feeling nice we get a happy ending, Mac reverses the spell or something and perhaps says something nice to Wukong for once.

If anyone has any thoughts or suggestions on how the timeline would change, do tell I'm curious to hear your thoughts.

@furornocturna might be reminding Mac-adoodledoo of his crimes to the monkie kids in the present but I'm taking him for a roadtrip to the past

(or other present...time travel is complicated y'all)

(Again I recommend 'Fractured pieces make a mosaic' on Ao3.

I shall call them my partner in crime for Mac-caca bullying if they shall so let me have the honors...also @nightmarebunnyking...they also do good slander

No I will not stop advertising their work. Cause it's good outside of the slander, Wukong is very affectionate, we love that for him and MK collects dads like pokemon cards

also kinda want opinions on more ole'Mac-doodle had denial. E I E I O

I propose we gather in a circle and beat him with a stick

...pls interact its 1 am rn)

Also fun fact this is my 2001st post so uhh...yay..?

[howlsofbloodhounds]

I got two things to ask but I'll split it between this one and the next

Have you read Multiverse Madness series by i think its Werecat34 on ao3 like I absolutely love it the original good and the rewrite going on is even better. It has a good explanation of why a Horror Sans, Dust Sans, and Killer Sans would get along. A Nightmare who's pretending to be good to have loyal subjects all while manipulating them without them knowing Also Bill there the bit of drama happening between the three star sanses, error and dream friendship, the split timelines. Killer personality is so good it was a breathe of fresh air and I just love the idea that Killer has multiple battle songs and one of them is an Orchestra of the peoples he killed. Dust is good and Horror being his normal sadistic self while disliking the other two and also stage 1 inclusion. How Killer feels regarding his chara, other humans, papyrus and such

If you haven't already i highly suggest you or any others read it

~Musical Anon

I’ve read the first few chapters. I’m considering getting back into it, I’ve noticed the creator posting some chapters when scrolling through the killer sans tag.

Not sure if I will or not, trying to stay focus and finish fics has been a struggle lately. Lately I’ve also found it hard to read utmv where color isn’t involved too. Just don’t really care for it much. I’d much rather read color and killer fics than murder time trio, I’ve kinda had my fill of them three at the moment. Maybe some day if I remember.

[onionbug-critical]

Alright I took a break from painting my nails black (Been awhile since I polished them!) so I was thinking… I did send in an ask to a critic about Hazbin with a probing ask but my DID and amnesiac ass cannot remember what was in it. </3

I feel as though the current situation with Viv, is that she cannot back down. SB told me long ago that people with views like Viv oftentimes runs with the idea that they are "wholesome" but like even the most wholesome artists and creators get revealed to be creeps or weirdos.

In fact I was in a subreddit where someone asked "Which youtuber is falling off?"

And I listed a few some of which were VivziePop.

I shit you not, like seriously. The OP responded saying "Is It BeCaUsE i Am In ThE hElLuVa BoSs SuBrEdDiT."

-_-

Does it look like I stalk through your profiles, when I tried to explain that the views are taking quite a long time to catch up with TADC in terms of view count, they said "ERM ACTKUALLY INDIE ANIMATION ISN'T A COMPETITION HURR DURR."

You know, you're right, because there IS no competition if one of the Indie Animations aren't even Indie, so by default the winner would automatically make it TADC, not even by a landslide, but a complete and utter unanimous agreement.

Then there was some shitty claim that it happened four years ago.

I usually have a counterargument that if Viv committed a crime like (Rape/Murder/Predatation) in a HYPOTHETICAL sense to make sure any Stalker Fans of Viv cries wolf. READ THIS.

Would they still feel inclined to support her? Usually I didn't say that, as I recently blocked the cry babies after I told fax no printer. And I recently decided to use that in a debate.

I can predict that the people will either:

Stutter before a response and hesitation of "…No." (Immediately do not consider their answer and will be side eying them.)

Crash out and immediately try and accuse me of anything. (Wrong answer, you deflected.)

Dance around the topic. (Seriously, answer my fucking question. Don't try and change the subject.)

Admit they are willing to support a potential pedophile/abuser in this scenario and as a result I will call them out for being a sellout who can't sense that dignity is worth being a supporter of a hypothetical predator supporter.

I feel as though people don't get why we're mad at Viv, they always say "It's because she's a women." when no, why should I care about gender of the person I am criticizing when it has NOTHING to do with it, now it's ONLY relevant if I misgender them. Using someone's gender to own "teh Liberals and Antis." makes you more of a fool when you misgender the Critic that's criticizing Your Majesty Dear Vivienne Medrano. Like seriously dude? That's all you have?

At least Steven Universe Discourse was interesting. I wish the UTTP wasn't so disgusting now, I remember when they were trolling the GoAnimate Community and I wish those same UTTP Members did what they did with the GA Community and go after the Helluva Boss stans as a trolling attempt (OBVIOUSLY DO NOT DO THIS.).

Shame that trolling and the idea of trolling people have died out and we are left with weirdos that spam gore and illegal material. Back then, trolling was pissing off people, or what 4Chan did with Scientology.

I think the issue is, Hazbin thinks they are untouchable. SU was successfully able to have trolls, and people trolling them. But it's almost as if Helluva or Hazbin has a lack of people willing to troll.

Not to say cowtip or touch shit, it would've been hilarious to see this interaction. I remember during SU 4Chan went on Tumblr to make obscene edits of Steven Universe characters that even the CREWUNIVERSE told the Fans they should ignore them. You gotta be there. But yeah, my final thought is, Stans are not humble enough. The reason why most other fandoms haven't stirred up trouble as much as Hazbin did, was because MLP and SU had some other people opening up the floodgates and pulling the strings. MLP is toxic, but not as nearly as Toxic as Hazbin. Sometimes a good old fashion 2010s Trolling humbles them right up.

TL;DR: I do not condone harassment of any kind, if something is done for the lulz and for funnies then it's a go, BUT do not do this, it's NOT A personal army request just an interesting bit I thought.

[thedetectivewitch]

Just Like Back Then

Hermes (Epic the musical) x you

Masterlist Series list Ao3 link

Word count: 979

Summary:

Hermes loves watching the Hunger Games, but not for the reason you expect.

You were in love with Hermes, the Greek god. Even so, you didn't know much about Greek Mythology, or his old homeland in general.

But he would tell you many stories.

"Have I ever told you of Odysseus?" You two were snuggling on the couch. "That man was so clever; he could have rivalled me!"

You were scrolling through Netflix, trying to find a movie to watch. "Did he also have wings?"

"No, none of my lineage has ever inherited my wings, that's because they're not-"

"Your what?" You stilled. "Your lineage?"

"Well, yeah. I was his great grandfather," he explained. "But that doesn't really matter."

You had never really thought about it before, that Hermes had children before. It made sense, he was thousands of years old. It would be unfair to expect him to not have lovers before you, but it still made you uneasy.

Hermes immediately noticed. "We didn't really have birth control back then, so even a one-night stand could result in a child. We did have this one root, but it wasn’t always effective, so you know. This stuff sometimes happens. If this is putting you off of wanting a kid, then you don't need to worry. I would never expect you to give me one, but if you did want to, I would raise it with you! I know I didn't really raise my other kids but that's just what it was like back then. Fathers, well at least those who were gods, weren't really involved with their babies. I mean look at me! I was raised by my mom and not by Zeus. It was also so long ago since I even had children. At least a thousand years and a man- or well god, goes through a lot of character development in that time!"

The more he talked, the more he dug his own grave, and he knew that. So, instead he decided to quickly change the subject.

"Hey, what movie did you want to watch!" He grabbed the remote and started scrolling. "Lord of the Rings, Big Hero 6, Sherlock, maybe It? Spooky whoo! Or, what else is there, Hercules, no wait that's not a good idea. Uhm." He kept on scrolling, not even looking at you anymore. "Maybe- oh."

You put your hand on the remote, stopping him from driving himself mad. "Hermes, it's okay. I understand. It would be ignorant and selfish of me to expect you to have not been with anyone else before me."

He snuggled himself into your neck, his left-wing clasping around you as if it were a necklace. "My love, you are perfect."

You combed your fingers through his hair with a smile. "Now, what movie do you actually want to watch."

Hermes thought for a bit, before putting on the Hunger Games. "My favourite movie franchise."

This caught you off guard. He usually liked dumb 2010's chick flicks, your money was on John Tucker Must Die, but then you realised.

"Right, 'Hamish'!" The fake name he used when you two first met. "You know it's actually spelled H-a-y-m-i-t-c-h, right?"

"I haven't read the books!" He argued. "How was I supposed to know that?"

"Common sense, and why haven't you read the books? Isn't this your favourite franchise?"

"*Movie franchise!" He corrected you. "And I haven't picked up a book since movies became a big thing."

"I don't think that was a smart decision."

"Just watch the movie."

Watching the Hunger Games, you started thinking; why was this Hermes' favourite? Nothing about it was his style at all, except for maybe the capital's clothing style.

As you watched Katniss cut the tree, so the Tracker Jackers would drop on the other contestants, you felt Hermes move. He held his fists clenched and his eyes locked on the screen, as if he was silently cheering for her.

When that one kid threw a spear at Rue, your boyfriend booed him and then cheered again as Katniss shot him. "Get 'em darling!"

At the finale, his body was physically shaking in excitement. As Katniss took the shot, and the arrow flew straight into Cato's hand, he jumped up. "Right in there!"

You swore you had never seen your boyfriend this excited-

For anything non-sexual, you meant.

The end credits rolled, and you started cleaning up the couch and coffee table. "What was up with all that excitement? It was just a movie."

"Oh! I just really like the games!" He explained. "Fighting for that one spot, to become the ultimate victor."

"I think you missed the whole point of the movie," you commented.

"Hey! That movie's actual goal is criticism of everything I stand for: money, capitalism and power." He folded up the blanket and draped it over the couch. "I can enjoy it in whatever way I see fit. Besides, the games remind me of home."

"A game in which participants hunt and kill each other reminds you of home?" You asked, your voice ladened in scepticism.

"Yes! We had these amazing gladiator fights!" Hermes started floating, fake punching the air. "They had to fight for their lives using their strength, wit and smarts."

"Isn't that brutal?"

He immediately noticed the disapproving tone in your voice. He didn't even need to see your face to know you were frowning again.

"Well, yes, but you know that was just what it was like back then. It was an honourable position, and the victors would get glory and stuff like that. And it is not like they were children like in the games! They were trained adults, often men but there were a few women. Not that that is a bad thing, women were really good fighters in there too, strong and fast. Although, if you don't like gladiator fights you might see it as a bad thing. That's-"

"Hermes, breathe." He did as you said.

[sk1fanfiction]

onto ch. 7 now

'I have seen your heart, and it is mine.' ━ crazy thing to say btw, bella is way stronger than me bc i would've fallen for it.

"Just a… shadow of what could have been." His face, which usually betrayed so little emotion, had twisted, with a strange, rare flicker of shame. Then he had looked at her, his eyes burning like two red-shifted stars, travelling further and further away from her, cold and unknowable. "Do not trouble your mind unnecessarily." ━ bella is lwk so real for crashing out bc this can so be interpreted as him wistfully ruminating over a past situationship if you're looking at it from the pov of a 'crazy', possessive and obsessive gf 👐🏻

"I'm sorry for startling you last time," said the man in a soft voice, drawing his eyelashes down over his dark eyes, and looking at her through them. "But I knew you'd come around, Madam Lestrange." ━ dk if this is intentional but he's definitely in retail assistant mode, he's using his wet (red?) brown eyes to captivate his subject like the wet stray cat he is. resist, bella, he's too powerful ! (also unpopular opinion or not, i'm not sure, but i think this might be his hottest form? he's so charismatic and casual here !! ━ ''may I call you Bella?'' ━ like shut up?? i too would get mad at him bc he's doing tm )

'It might have been a trick of the light, but the cup seemed to glint.' ━ no, bella 😭 that's exactly what he wants smh, she's fallen for his tricks.

'"No one taught me Occlumency," he'd told Dumbledore, who looked at him reproachfully over his half-moon spectacles in response.' ━ he has to know he sounds like a petulant child who's been given a younger sibling that's receiving more attention and love than him and he's bitter about it, right?...

'Right now, Potter was sitting on the one chair in the room, his head swivelling around as if he were hoping to spot something damming under the bed or by the window. There was, of course, his stolen (and growing) cache of books, but it wasn't like Potter had a chance of finding it.' ━ again with the sibling behaviour of wanting to expose your older sibling and get them into trouble, this is too funny !! kind of giving rodrick and greg, need a chapter of them being forced to bond in like rodrick rules (i think? i haven't seen that movie in forever)

onto the legilimency ━ harry really needs to stop falling for people provoking him, tee just told him emotions make it easier to enter someone's mind... but also, poor harry ugh 'It will all be over soon, a voice whispered into his ear. It was familiar, but he couldn't place it. I'm going to kill him.' ━ WAIT, DID HE SAY THIS ABOUT HIS GRIM REAPER??!! if not then just ignore me lol 😮‍💨

'Deer in headlights,' ━ not the time for puns, thomas... he definitely deserved to get hit, i do hope someone (harry) rocks his shit soon !! 😊

'If only to keep an eye on Malfoy' ━ i think harry deserves either a break or a paycheck bc he's keeping his eyes on 3 (three) suspicious guys who are likely up to no good. he's got his work cut out for him being conspiracy theorist no.1 with a nose for slytherin's up to devious things.

'She trailed off. What did she occupy her time with? Lies? Secrecy? Rumination about the worst possible outcomes?' ━ i believe the correct answer would be to resurrect the 16 year old memory of the dark lord to save her brother and then go on a year long journey with him ! "…I like to self-study Divination in my free time," but sure...

'Ruby was not sure whether she hated herself or him at this point. It had all rolled together into a tangle of thorns which she had no desire to so much as touch.' ━ i think she's being so hard on herself, this poor girl. she was 13(?). and taking everything into account, her bringing back tee had way less negatives than expected. like she brought back another 'lord voldemort' !! but he hasn't done anything bad. in fact, they basically have their own 'teacher' and 'protector' who acts like somewhat of a (reluctant) shield between the potters and bad things that are meant to happen to them. but then again maybe the self-loathing is coming from a place of experiencing a sense of betrayal from tom which she does not want to think about (because how could she trust and 'like' the guy who was behind everything wrong? no, she couldn't possibly feel betrayed by young voldemort !)

"Of course, I don't know anything about it, Professor Slughorn. Tom Riddle lies with every breath he takes. He's Lord Voldemort, after all." ━ how ironic, ruby...

'But the fact remained that no one else could understand.' ━ idk, i feel like i know someone who could understanding doing whatever it takes to survive...

"Some silly girl came across a diary in Borgin and Burkes," Ruby continued, telling her own story as if it were a piece of hearsay. And in some respects, she was not at all that silly, frightened girl anymore, after all. "She took the diary home and told it her deepest fears, darkest secrets" ━ might as well call yourself tom riddle girl. you channelled him perfectly, that's exactly what he would say.

i love seeing seer!ruby, she's so cool. and her little necklace will forever be one of my fave things, i'm glad she was able to make it for her project bc it's useful and smart (just like her fr).

'I have seen your heart, and it is mine.' ━ crazy thing to say btw, bella is way stronger than me bc i would've fallen for it.

Well, this is Tom with Manipulation turned up to 100% (aka 'Please don't stab me into the void, Ron Weasley'), so, fair.

bella is lwk so real for crashing out bc this can so be interpreted as him wistfully ruminating over a past situationship if you're looking at it from the pov of a 'crazy', possessive and obsessive gf 👐🏻

For real, though. I mean on one hand I don't really blame her, imagine you get locked up in Azkaban because you were committing crimes to help this guy, you refused to renounce your loyalty for him and spent 10+ years in prison not knowing if/when you were going to get out (literally betting on him rising from the dead)... I think you'd expect straight answers to your questions atp.

dk if this is intentional but he's definitely in retail assistant mode, he's using his wet (red?) brown eyes to captivate his subject like the wet stray cat he is.

Again, he knows he has a difficult target so he's turned Manipulation up to 100% (and activated the retail assistant buff)

also unpopular opinion or not, i'm not sure, but i think this might be his hottest form? he's so charismatic and casual here !!

I think going by most fics, it's usually Locket!Riddle (because of the weird psychosexual shit and the 3D Harmione fanart), but if the Horcrux's personality is related to the circumstances in which it is made, I think it should be Cup!Riddle, seeing as it was made with Hepzibah Smith's murder. (And also he gave it to Bellatrix... so the Bellamorts should agree with me on this tbh) The locket contains all his anger towards his family and mummy issues, so that's why I gave Mordred the cunning and vengeance.

he has to know he sounds like a petulant child who's been given a younger sibling that's receiving more attention and love than him and he's bitter about it, right?...

Nah, he's too busy grumbling about 'back in my day you taught yourself Occlumency to tune out the sounds of other children in a crowded orphanage'

kind of giving rodrick and greg, need a chapter of them being forced to bond in like rodrick rules

Honestly, I remember really enjoying that movie but I haven't seen it in forever (since it came out?) and it's somewhat of a fuzzy memory but the general gist of them getting on each other's last nerve is very much true.

harry really needs to stop falling for people provoking him, tee just told him emotions make it easier to enter someone's mind...

He has a lot of feelings... also inherited Mum's short fuse.

'It will all be over soon, a voice whispered into his ear. It was familiar, but he couldn't place it. I'm going to kill him.' ━ WAIT, DID HE SAY THIS ABOUT HIS GRIM REAPER??!!

I'm going to kill him = Ruby to Harry (about Vernon), Ch. 2 of PRQ

One day... I'll kill you. = Tom to the 'black curtain' Ch.3 of PRQ

I'll kill you, I'll kill you. I swear. = Tom to the Reaper, Ch.33 of PRQ

Ehhhh, close enough. It's like poetry, it rhymes.

not the time for puns, thomas... he definitely deserved to get hit, i do hope someone (harry) rocks his shit soon !!

I'm sorry, it was right there, too hard to resist. *Checks notes* Something's going to go down in the near future. I don't know how physical per se but yeah.

i think harry deserves either a break or a paycheck bc he's keeping his eyes on 3 (three) suspicious guys who are likely up to no good.

He needs to lie down for a full afternoon with cucumber slices on his eyes with a 5 hr lofi playlist for definite. Worst thing is it's not (unfounded) paranoia this time, we literally have two Death Eaters + baby Lord Voldemort on our hands.

she was 13(?). and taking everything into account, her bringing back tee had way less negatives than expected.

Yep, 13 (technically 12 when this whole thing started). When you put it that way...

but then again maybe the self-loathing is coming from a place of experiencing a sense of betrayal from tom which she does not want to think about (because how could she trust and 'like' the guy who was behind everything wrong? no, she couldn't possibly feel betrayed by young voldemort !)

Good stuff, good stuff. Reaction formation, as it were.

might as well call yourself tom riddle girl. you channelled him perfectly, that's exactly what he would say.

The student has finally become the master. Meanwhile Harry is just standing there like 'here we go again.'

i love seeing seer!ruby, she's so cool. and her little necklace will forever be one of my fave things

I didn't even end up giving her Seer abilities until I decided Lavender and Parvati were going to befriend her and they needed some common interest to bond over, but it's become one of my favourite things about her character. And when I tell you I agonised over her Ancient Runes project (for weeks) because I wanted it to be something useful and not a throwaway item that never gets used again.

[ezra-editss]

UPDATE

I started binge-watching and saw x-men 1, 2 & 3 and just a few minutes ago days of future past and let's just say I'm not okay.

I literally had to pause the movie at the plane scene, thought about it and started sobbing. I feel like I need a year to process this, so I'm just gonna give you what my brain is capable of rn and the rest comes when I'm ready😭

I constantly had to think about how this must be for Charles. Imagine you meet this amazing guy that you have a great relationship with, not just great, the best. You love him so much and you seem to want the same thing, but then he basically betrays you and takes your sister with you and you feel all alone. You lost the ability to walk and feel like you're slowly going crazy. So you spend almost ten years in your empty house, depressed and drunk. Someday this random man comes and suddenly, you're supposed to face the one person you never wanted to see again. Well, in one way, you do, because you actually just want everything back to how it was, but you know that won't work. But you do it, bc you have to.

IMAGINE THE NERVOUS FEELING YOU HAVE TO HAVE WHEN YOU BREAK INTO THAT PRISON AND YOU KNOW YOU'RE GONNA SEE HIM AND YOU KNOW HE'LL SEE YOU'RE THE ONE THAT GOT HIM OUT.

And then it happens and all those feelings overwhelm you and you have to bear being in the same plane as him. You get mad at him and you can see that he also still has all those emotions inside of him. And then he apologizes. And even tho you don't have your powers, you can tell he's being honest. genuine. It's what you wanted, probably. But what are you supposed to do? You can't forgive him, even if every fiber of your body wants you to. So you change the subject..

And Erik, who had been in prison for years, probably went through what had happened a thousand times in his mind, because he had nothing else to do. One day, this guy comes and breaks him out and he doesn't understand why, but whatever, he's free. And then the elevator doors open and he sees the person he'd thought he'd never see again and he's clearly not okay and it's because of HIM.

God, this is so painful. It's just two men who fell in love when they were younger and tried for years and years, even in a different universe, but they always ended up apart from each other. Even though all that they both ever wanted was to be on the same side.

(This turned out so much longer than I thought. Sometimes I just start writing and don't stop. That's also why it's always so messy. Anywayss, gonna see Deadpool 3 tomorrow, so let's gooo I hope that's gonna be happier.)