#ik that half of these have already played these characters

[mylifeingotham]

My fan casts for the robins + batman

Ben Affleck as Bruce Wayne/Batman

Brenton Thwaites as Dick Grayson/Nightwing

Curran Walters as Jason Todd/Red Hood

Aidan Gallagher as Tim Drake/Red Robin

Kiernan Shipka as Stephanie Brown/Spoiler

David Mazouz as Damian Wayne/Robin

[qu1cks1lversb1tch]

I love ur works so i just HADDDD to request!!!! Ik its impossible for sinners to even have children buuttt,,,, Vox w his bio toddler daughter hcs??👀👀 Hope its not weird or anything, i js find it soo cutee. Would love a sprinkle of angst too!!

A/N — Your honor, I love this ask. I've been imagining so many characters as girl dads lately, and Vox was certainly one of them. I feel like it's moreso implied angst at one point than actual angst — however, I hope you like these! I may come back in and add more if I think of more, but this is all I could think of with my tired brain lol.

Little Sunshine

Wildly protective, without a doubt.

If his daughter taped a paper tiara to his screen, he's wearing it all day (he sometimes forgets it's there — you know how many times he's worn a poorly colored paper tiara on live television? . . Often.)

He loves that she looks like her mother, but already thinks just like him.

Vox only dresses his little girl in the best, which is usually something Velvette made just for her.

He pretends to be upset when he finds her running around the penthouse with his stolen overcoat draped over her with the sleeves and coat tails dragging on the floor.

He really finds it adorable.

There's a hefty amount of people he doesn't trust to be in a room with his daughter. It's Hell, he doesn't really trust anyone.

Especially not with enemies who have tried to force his hand by using his only weakness — his precious little girl — as leverage.

All parties involved were promptly handled by a very angry, very protective father.

He insists on her being nearby all the time, needing to hear his daughter's giggles or see her sitting on the floor playing with a stuffed shark.

Speaking of sharks. He let her name his second shark, so now he has Vark and Spark (his name is really Sparkles, but he calls him Spark to everyone, unless she's around, then he's Sparkles.)

Generally cute and funny moments.

"Come on, sweetheart. . . Put the flour in the bowl." Then she flicked her wrist and sent half a cup of flour into his face.

She stood there for a few seconds and then turned to look at her dad, bursting into a fit of contagious giggles at the sight of him standing there, dumbfounded, with flour coating his front. "Oopsies."

He can't stay mad at her for anything, especially when she looks up at him with those big, pretty eyes and grabby hands.

She has his temper, so he sometimes finds himself standing toe to toe with this strong willed, opinionated toddler.

Anything she wants, she gets. It doesn't matter how big or small it is. Candy? He buys all her favorites. Toys? He gets all the new ones he knows she'd have interest in.

Just because he spoils her, doesn't mean she's undisciplined.

When she does something particularly bad, her punishment is spending a couple hours with Velvette (which isn't much of a punishment because mini Vox loves her auntie Vel).

He tries not to laugh when she argues with Valentino or makes some blunt comment that has the moth overlord on the edge of losing his shit.

The only think keeping Valentino from saying something he shouldn't, was the fact that Vox would end him if he even made so much as a single tear run down her cheek.

He reads her bedtime stories and stays with her until she falls asleep.

Sometimes he even dozes off next to her, her little head resting in the crook of his neck.

Stickers. Glitter. Gemstones. So. Much. Glitter. He purposely buys stuff without glitter, yet the penthouse always ends up with glitter covering some surfaces (he later finds out that she found Val's body glitter).

His daughter is the light of his afterlife. Something good in a realm of absolute shit.

[shadowqueenjude]

SJM characters whose hate makes no sense

Lorcan Salvaterre: aight ik he's a cold-ass warrior but that Maeve thing is not as big a deal as it's made out to be ok. Y'all forget that Aelin was stupid hiding her plans from experienced war generals and that Lorcan never pretended to be loyal to Aelin. And he never intended for Aelin to go through that torture. Plus Maeve would've found them anyway! A little slower, yeah, but still. Nesta Archeron: ok, come on man. She said some mean words, get over it already pls. there are so many characters who did way worse and get no hate for it. Eris Vanserra: ok he called mor a slut. so what? he's playing a role, plus that bitch be spreading heinous lies about him. and he has shown more respect for mor by bailing her out of their marriage and saving her from her father keir, than the entire inner circle who subjected her to her abuser without even telling her. he's not sexist, he's a mama's boy! besides rhysand objectified feyre's breasts in front of a high lord so. Chaol Westfall: Aight bruh tf did he do? It's one thing knowing someone is an assassin and another thing seeing someone actually murder people. He had nothing to do with Nehemia's death, so don't even with that. Celaena was the one who tried to kill him after claiming to love him. What did you expect Chaol to be all sunshine and rainbows with her? Pls be fr. Besides he's Fleetfoot's number one protector so. Additionally, if you haven't read Tower of Dawn, you have zero content. Friendly reminder if you hate Chaol, Dorian AND Aelin don't like you. Nor do Yrene or Nesryn. Gwyneth Berdara: It's mainly Elriels who keep making up evil Gwyn theories and...stop. Just stop. I don't even gaf if you ship them, but don't drag Gwyn into this, ok? She's so precious and she's a r*pe SURVIVOR. LEAVE. HER. ALONE. And if you say she's lying about that and it's part of her evil plan, I will become the monster under your bed. Lucien Vanserra: If you call Lucien a pushover or an abuser, I will actually become violent. Stop blaming male abuse victims. Just stop it. It's ridiculous. Lucien did fight for her and got abused. Go back and read. He's a r*pe survivor too, because he took on the duties his High Lord wouldn't for the sake of his court. Also, if you're dragging him through the dirt because you're an Elriel shipper, the door is that way --> Bombastic side eye to haters of these characters. ESPECIALLY my favorite sassy redheads (Gwyn and Lucien). Maybe y'all are just salty all these characters have last names while half of your favs still don't.

[nensi]

｡⁠*ﾟPEACH THIVES｡⁠*ﾟ

Sun Wukong x gn!reader

Reader is gender neutral

Wc: 1200+

After training Mk Monkey King went to city, he recently found a bakery that specializes in making peach flavored desserts.

So of course he started going there regularly right when he was about to enter you push past him(i quite literally mean push). He was caught off guard by that but when he tried to confront you, you've already bought whole stock of peach buns(his and apparently your favorite snack). When going past him you realized that you accidentally pushed him.

"Im so so sooo terribly sorry!"

Out of guilt you gave him one of your peach buns apology and ran off with the rest.

Tho he was left dumbfounded by the whole interaction. He swore next time he'd get the whole stock

And that's how your rivalry with the Great Sage equal to heaven started. Everyday was a fight over who will get the buns. He was playing dirty! He'd use one of his 72 transformations(like transforming into an ant etc.) to get ahead of you in line. And some other times you'd camp outside the bakery just to get the buns. Once whem you did that you even left him a message

"Better luck next time Peach King :)"(that's the nickname you gave him lol)

This continued on for a whole month!

But as your rivalry died down a bit you started to share the buns. He'd get them all and wait for you to come by so he could give you half, and you'd do the same. That's how you became friends with the legendary Sun Wukong THE Monkey King.

You once had movie night at FFM with all the baby monkies and a crap ton of his favorite peach chips(tbh you were probably watching movies based on him). Later on you invited him over to your apartment for another movie night, and oh boy... You had soooo many peach flavored snacks he couldn't believe it! Honestly you didn't even pay attention to movies, most of them were boring but you had fun judging everything characters did with Wukong. That was now a tradition of the two of you, you guys would buy the peach buns and go over to one of your places and watch random movies( it really wasn't about the movies more like that you enjoyed each others company).

After 3 months of having these movie dates(atp you guys were dating) and Wukong wanted to make it official. He confessed to you in the bakery(so romantic ik). He didn't know how to confess so it was a bit wonky, but really sweet, and so you started officially dating! (Sorry for this rushed part like idk how to write these kind of things)

+Bonus

When Wukong decides to propose to you, he is at firta confused on how he should do it. But after doing a bit of research he gets the amazing idea!

He decorated FFM and proposed to you with a peach of immortality, might i add he wore his best suit to do so!

The proposal went like this:

"Will you be my one and only forever?"

I hope yall like this cuz this is my first fict, and not by any means is it good but i think its a nice start, pls do point out grammatical errors and give me pointers on how to write certain things

And uhhh if you have idea how i should title this pls tell

[autumnslance]

hi! random question for you because i stumbled upon your blog and have a lot of ffxiv character stuff in my head. what do you think about a WoL who is half dragon - do you think this could work? i'm not fully through the story so not sure on all the lore. but i was thinking of making an OC who is half dragon as an AuRa, who ik are NOT half dragon but what if the WoL was an actual half dragon? thanks for any input! have a nice day!

OK, this is one of those "here is the official lore, do with it, or not, what you will" answers. Cuz it's sorta kinda possible, in a way, just not how many other fantasy settings would do it.

Now, you say you're not all the way through story, but I don't know how far that means. So I may be vague about some things and spoil some others. Lore first, and then some options to play with it...

Number 1: FF14 dragons are aliens. It seems hinted at in some ways, but we do learn that for certain in an optional raid quest in Stormblood. They are extraterrestrial, do not originate on the same planet. Hence the strangeness and strength of their abilities, especially among Midgardsormr and his First Brood, from whom all other True Dragons descend.

Number 2: Dragons reproduce asexually. Their mating is more a meeting of the mind and heart (which is why dedicated sibling pairs, like Tiamat and Bahamut, are not a problem). Their development is highly mutable, and dependent on personality and environment. Which is why there are so many kinds of dragons, and why this form of procreation isn't a problem for them.

(They also don't really care about gender, we find out in later game; they use pronouns and gendered language, but it's more like they pick it out of a hat and also I think it's in part how mortals parse their draconic language and identification of each other.)

In the ARR patches, the Ishgardian church's story about the ancient Saint Shiva is "she lay with dragons" and...sorta? Again, not necessarily sex as we primates manage it, but there was a romantic relationship that's one of the central elements of Heavensward's story.

Number 3: Dragons do not turn into people. Not natural born True Dragons, anyway. There is one who uses a simulacrum/homunculus that he controls in order to walk among people, but it's an artificial puppet body created via certain methods.

Heretics can sometimes turn into dragons--sometimes temporarily, sometimes permanently (not always their intent). They manage this by drinking dragons' blood (willingly given or not, depending on situation). There's also some plot points in HW where we learn some people in the past partook of a dragon's internal source of power and now it's spread through uncountable descendants--the reason for Dragoon abilities and heretics able to tap into that and become draconic.

Certain characters in certain questlines have noticeable powerful aetheric abilities and dragons can sense the connection--because one of their parents had imbibed dragon blood. There's also a quest where a Dragoon, who by training already has an "inner dragon" awoken and tapped into, is forced to drink dragon's blood and nearly loses her sanity and self, the attempt to transform her into a mindless beast (and the source of some of the Horde's shock troops, the characters realize) an element of the story, and can she overcome it.

(these side quests were part of my inspiration for Aeryn's unexpected backstory "Bearing Sins of the Past")

Number 4: There are dragon legends in the East, but only some have to do with True Dragons descended from the First Brood. We eventually learn Seiryu of the Four Lords is not a dragon, though often is mistaken for or described as one.

There are also throughout the world large flying lizards, dinosaurs, and other big reptilian creatures native to Hydaelyn, but not related to the First Brood. They're usually common animals with no intellect.

(This is because world lore writer Banri Oda just loves dinosaurs)

SO! All that said, what's this mean for making a half-dragon OC? Well, there's options!

To be lore compliant, someone of Coerthan descent and involved with, or from a family involved with, heresy (per the Ishgardian definition) can have draconic features, maybe try to pass themselves off as Au Ra, and/or have the ability to transform, either with a catalyst (blood, alchemy, a spell tapping into their inner dragon/draconic heritage, whatever) or because it's become an inherent part of them. Think draconic-blooded sorcerers from Dungeons & Dragons. They get their inherent magic due to draconic ancestry/influence somewhere in their lineage.

There's also always the mistaken/lying element; maybe the character thinks they are, or something has to do between their family and legends of the auspices and Four Lords. One of the things about FF14's lore is a lot of it is given in world and in characters; some of it is known to be wrong or misrepresented or incomplete etc., to give the devs wiggle room--as well as us as players.

One can partially ignore canon and say yeah, a humanoid parent boffed a draconic parent, in whatever form, and now this unlikely one in a million chance (or not, if we're already throwing away some lore) offspring is around and grown into an adventurer.

I've also seen folks portal in their OC from another fantasy setting where such things are more plausible, such as D&D (Baldur's Gate 3 is the current new hotness) or Warcraft (where it's honestly more assumed, as I can't recall an actual canon half-dragon but that's always a popular RP concept).

So while on the surface, some may say "no, that's not canon because--" there are ways to make it work within lore, if not how one usually thinks of "half-dragon" or "dragon-blooded" (tho kinda in the D&D sorcerer sense, IMO).

Or you throw out canon, and tell folks "I know the lore is X, but for my character's story I'm headcanoning Y instead." And then block any fussy attempts at lore policing.

Or just use the power of crossovers and portal stories/isekai to make it work, and again tell lore police to screw off.

Hope this helps, and happy OC writing!

[garb-rage]

“So what if it’s raining!” | Kyle Broflovski x Gn!Reader | PT. 1

🛼 - Summary - Sheila and Gerald Broflovski had planned a date night the weekend of, and set Kyle in charge of babysitting Ike. Kyle, getting extremely bored, invited you over to help and hang out with the two brothers.

- Pairing(s) - Kyle Broflovski x reader

🛼 - Reader Info- reader LOVES rain, unestablished relationship, mutual unspoken crush, fluff kind of, Reader and Kyle are 18!

- Warnings - Canadian character (ike) 😨

🛼 - NOTE - Hey hey! I’ll have part two posted in a day or so, hope this is alright so far! 😁 also this isn’t proofread so I’ll have to do that in a bit 💀

………………………………………………………

“UNO!”

There’s no fucking way.

You groaned.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, you flopped backwards onto the rugged carpet of the Broflovski household in defeat. Your cards flew everywhere, uncaring of the slight mess made.

“Of course, just my luck” You huffed, shifting your head away from the boys sitting before you.

There wasn’t anything you despised more than playing card games with that of Kyle fuckin Broflovski, a teen-prodigy at whatever the hell game you guys decided to bring out next. Despite the “luck”-based system of the current one standing before you on the coffee table, you could have sworn there was some sort of “master-mind” strategy to the entire schtick. It was Uno for goodness sake. It had to have been a set up. He had to have…peered into the future or something.

Whatever.

With an award winning smile, and eyebrows that signaled two-sided pity, Kyle couldn’t help but shrug at your sour attitude. He laughed before he could mutter any apologies, cleaning up the cards littered around your body. “Sorry dude, but I warned you not to play Uno with me. Ike already knows, yet you just had to drag him into this game, huh?”

As if on cue, his little brother pretended to let out a shrill cry of shared defeat.

You sat back up, comforting Ike’s dramatics and ruffled his hair. You stared daggers at Kyle, who was still smugly shuffling through the mass of card games scattered about. It was an outrage. “I’m SORRY! I thought you were all talk dude! The past seven other games were nothing but PLANNED SCHEMES BY YOU! Go-fish, UNO, whatever, you just won them all!”

He scoffed, not looking up at you once. “Guess we’re not counting Ike’s win at solitaire, then?”

All you could do was lovingly punch Kyle, and roll your eyes. He jumped back and laughed a defensive “HEY!” before he could have been attacked any further. Ike cheered, you stood up, and the red-head pretended to cower in fear on the floor, forgetting any of the cards he had been previously sorting. “Smartass” you muttered with a grin.

“Yeah, smartass!” Ike mirrored.

Oh lord, neither of you were the paragon of what the boy should have been looking up to, and it showed. Kyle and you laughed before you crouched back down to help clean up the card games. Your friend sighed, rolling his eyes in a half-assed scold. “Don’t repeat that to mom and dad, Ike, they’ll kill me.”

Smartass? You quirked your eyebrows up in confusion, tilting your head slightly at the notion. “Kill you? I mean, come on, He’s old enough now, it’s not like he doesn’t know things.” You joked, side-eyeing Kyle while putting away the final boxes of the card games. He sighed in response, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head as if recalling a troubling memory. “Yeah, but you haven’t seen our mom when she hears that type of stuff, she goes crazy. So honestly, it’s best if he just stops using that-“

Just then, cutting him off, the lights of the household shut off without any warning. A flash outside the windows rumbled the friendly peace between the three, signaling any nearby residents of an unexpected thunderstorm. Blanketed in sudden darkness, a certain little boy screamed, and ran into an unsuspecting wall.

“Of course, goddammit…UGHHH. A thunderstorm? Really? Hold on guys, give me a second-” Kyle exclaimed, hurriedly fumbling around his pockets for a phone. He grumbled while your excitement suddenly shone through an inky, housed darkness. Finding your phone before your frazzled friend could, you happily tapped the screen and went straight towards the flashlight function. “It’s ok Ike, I’ve got you, don’t run into anymore walls, please.”

A boom, a thunderous crash, and a harrowing plummet of thick drops pelted the house as the little boy hid behind your legs in childish fear.

Storms like these weren’t uncommon in South Park, no, but it felt like it had been forever since the last one wreaked havoc onto the little town, and you always looked forward to them. Despite the setbacks of, well, almost all power going out across town, it was always worth it for the refreshing moments of an insane storm.

“It’s ok Kyle I’ve got my phone now- Ike, dude we should check out the storm! I haven’t seen one like this in AGES!”

Phone now in hand and sporting a tired look of disinterest, Kyle aptly declined. “No. No way, sorry. It’s raining. Shit like this ruins my hair like crazy, and now I’ve got to wait for our stupid power to come back on.” He muttered. Thankfully for you, you had a problem caring, and swiftly walked towards the entrance of the back door, much to your friend’s dismay.

“So what if it’s raining! What comes AFTER a storm is the most beautiful thing ever to look forward to!” You turned back, shifting your gaze towards the two brothers, grinning like a mad man.

As if to compliment your joy, another shattering flash of crisp thunder filled the air, illuminating the rain waiting outside of the Broflovski household. “You’re crazy.” Kyle simply stated, unblinking and unmoving. “I hate how dark our house is.” Was all Ike blathered, moving closer to his brother.

The sway against the boys wasn’t enough, yet despite this, you knew they were going to get FOMO sooner or later with how treacherous the noises outside were. So, without saying another word and a knowing smile, you opened the door to the backyard and ran around as if your life depended on it. And boy, was it worth it. You couldn’t hear the frustrated call of your name over the sound of icy threads weaving the air and sinking into the ground all around you. Laughing and circling around the now mushy grass, a wonderful wave of cold shivered throughout your body, igniting a beautiful adrenaline only such weather could unlock.

“DUDE! YOU’RE GOING TO CATCH A COLD!” You heard over the loudness of the rain. Turning around, you saw what appeared to be a disgruntled silhouette holding a shoddy phone-flashlight, and a stern look chiseled onto the features of a displeased red-head. A typical stance to see him in, and not the last time you’d see it either. Your water-lodged eyes spottet a shorter shadow peering around the taller one, slightly illuminated by the faint light of an IPhone, obviously curious about the weather before him.

Pretending not to hear Kyle, you joyously beckoned Ike over to the backyard, hands outstretched and drenched in water. You grinned, still uncaring of the shivering circumstances.

“COME ONNN, I KNOW YOU GUYS WANT TO! LOOK HOW MUCH FUN IM HAVING OUT HERE!” You spun around and laughed. “SOOOO MUCH FUN!”

Not even a moment passed by before you saw the smaller shadow jolting towards the backyard. Of course! You knew IKE would at least eventually cave, and how could you resist rain like this! The weather was sure to ruin any tidiness the two of you held; tangled hair and drenched clothing, leaving behind frantic smiles plastered onto the faces outside. It was horrifyingly comical, much to the chagrin of Kyle.

And honestly, huge win for you, because now that you had won over your friend’s little brother, the two of you were UNSTOPPABLE!

“IKE NO!- Oh my god…”

PT 1. | PT. 2

[lowkeyremi]

OOOO HII POOKIE POP can u pls write hc for hq characters with a gyaru s/o ( pref kags, ushijima. lev, kenma, bokuto & hinata TY!!!

OMG HIIII IK GYARU BASICS SO I DID SOME MORE RESEARCH AS TO NOT MESS ANYTHING UP !!

ANYWAYS THIS IS GONNA BE FLUFFY

HQ Headcanons: Gyaru S/O 💕 ft. Kags, Ushi, Lev, Kenma, Bokuto, and Hinata :))

Content: Fluff and established relationships <3

Kageyama + Ushijima (I think they'd have similar reactions):

Was confused as hell, because why was your makeup so expressive and your clothes were well... crazy?

He was the type to silently judge you, at first judging was all he could do because gyaru was out of the ordinary in his opinion.

In the beginning of your journey he was embarrased to be seen with you. It didn't bother you though because you're expressing who you are!

Once you educated him on gyaru, all the different subcategories, and the reasoning behind it, he didn't seem to mind it too much.

Sometimes he'd sit and watch you do your makeup or help you pick something to wear. He liked trying to style your hair even when be stucked at it.

He'd also find himself buying clothes that reminded him of you when he had away games.

Now he's holding your hand in public, giving you kisses, and hugs. In interviews he isn't afraid to talk about.

"How do you feel about your S/O's life style?"

He smiled confidently, "I like it, it's how they choose to live and I can't make them stop because they're free to do as they please. I thought it was strange at first but now it doesn't phase me."

__________

Hinata + Bokuto + Lev:

Baby boy was so confused but he thought you were cute <3

"Are you playing dress up? 0o0" He'd ask you.

"Nope! This is my lifestyle." You said with a smile.

He was on board right away no questions asked. He had you explain everything that you knew to him so he could be educated and not make any mistakes.

The sweet baby even let you practice your makeup on him when he wasn't busy. He gave you all his love and support to continue to live as a gyaru.

Sometimes you'd catch him reading about a certain gyaru topic he didn't quite understand so next time he's more prepared.

Omg you already know he will not shut up about you lol.

"Guess what! My S/O bought this new shirt and it looks so cute!! You know what? Let me just show you!" He'd pull out his phone and look in his album of you for your new shirt.

The best at boosting your self confidence. There were times when you knew you'd be judged hard, and he was there every step of the way to help you finally get out there and show them who you are!

Extra for Lev:

Okay so you know how Lev's a model? He'd get you access to some of the best clothes. No matter how expensive, he'd buy it. "This goes with that shirt right? Let's get it!"

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Kenma:

He's pretty chill about it. We all know Kenma prob knows a lot about gyarus. I'm sure he's met some before at meet n greets and what not.

Lmaoo yk how people brag about having a goth gf? Kenma's always bragging to his stream about his gyaru S/O.

His fans go crazy when they see you in the background of his stream playing games.

"Babe, Kensb1gd1ck wants to know how you did your hair like that." He points to his monitor.

A giddy smile takes over your face and you rush to sit in Kenma's lap to talk to his chat about your hair.

"Awww Ken, they think I'm hot!" You turn to him.

"It's cuz you are." He says playing with your hair, not enough to mess it up.

"I know." You say confidently.

You'd give him some of your hair clips and he'd wear them around the house.

Lol you'd pull him into your tiktoks and insta reels. At first he didn't like it but he's gotten used to it.

All in all Kenma loves you the way you are, and the way you live won't change his mind.

I hope you're ok with this, @borntoslay3 !! I wasn't sure if you wanted story form or not (my bad) but it did say hc so I wrote it half story half headcanon like??? If that makes since lol. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! Also thanks for the request writing gyaru was something new for me :))

[beesfairlyland]

Helloo babies!! How are y'all?

I've already told that I've switched to Non-Dualism now. It's the best decision I've ever taken. It's soo beautiful to realise who we actually are! I am still on my journey to Realise self but I've gained enough knowledge to make the beginners understand. Soo i decided to give Y'all a introduction to Non-Dualism. Here we go....!!

INTRODUCTION TO NON-DUALISM:

Non dualism is nothing but just to realise our true selves...that we are not this mind or this body and we are all just in a dream that we think is the only Reality. There's no duality.....means we are all one ...no separation among us(not that 3d 4d shit). There's only one thing that exists and that is 'I'. This world you see around you exists within you....not outside of you. You gave this world it's existence by being aware of it. We all are living in a dream and observing our character (ego).

Non-Dualism ain't a method to get your desires. So drop the mentality to have your desires...ik ik ain't that easy but once you understand what it's all about and you are just being desperate for something that ain't even real at the first place you'll drop your desperation for your desires.

There's no body no mind no world no past no future....nothing... it's all unreal you are living in a dream and once you Realise it's a dream you'll be lucid and can control the dream. Switch it like a tv show. Coz you are just the observer of the dream and the character that you think you are...is just the one you created with your awareness.

Wait...lemme tell you how i realised that we are just awareness THE OBSERVER? Soo i was taking a nap and suddenly i was watching the dream playing as if on a screen and i could hear my mind affirming own it's own (i slept while affirming) and i was awake and observing this happening? I really didn't know what was going on. I knew non dualism as a term before didn't take it seriously. But few days ago (actually just 4 days ago) i took it seriously and that's when i knew i had that observer effect? Lol. And it finally clicked that we are actually just the observer. It happened ig 2 3 times. Then one day i was again sleeping and wake half asleep and awake too! Dream was going on but then suddenly Everything went blank....i could hear the voices from outside but my mind was suddenly soo quiet as of someone took out the plug out of it lol. Idk how to relate it to ND but yeah it happened a day ago so just wanted to share.

This was just a introduction to Non-Dualism coz I can't speak all that I've learnt at once. Gonna be posting more!!

Hope i could give y'all a gist of Non-Dualism🫶🏻

-Love, bee💗✨

[toytle]

Hi! I love your art style it's like. Breathtaking. And your hcs on barry are some of my favourites of all time?

What do you think of "The Ballad of Barry Allen by Jim's Big Ego as an analysis of Barry's character?

are you asking or are you telling me 🤨 lol THANK YOU i put all my headcanon power into him <3

for the ballad, i love their song stress, and this isn’t bad at all as far as fansongs go. but there’s a reason i don’t include it in my barry playlist, and it’s ultimately bc it doesn’t fit my narrative haha

the song was made in 2003 and i haven’t read many comics before then, so idk how well it aligns w barry’s characterization prior to flashpoint, but i’m basing my playlist off post-flashpoint, so that’s where a lot of the differences will lie

for starters, the song only includes one half of barry’s relationship to his superspeed, and it’s important to me that a barry interpretation includes both sides of that coin. instead, it’s playing on the idea of the dark side of the hero fantasy, an inherently optimistic genre. which, fair, being a superhero sounds like a nightmare, but that angle is less novel to me when that’s the extent of the analysis (and i’m a little over the whole “i hate being a superhero” storyline in general, personally). the song is basically abt how much it would suck to have superspeed bc the world slows to a crawl and you’re left behind bc no one else can keep up w you. and it’s true, that is a very real setback! especially for someone like barry who’s already prone to self-isolation and time management issues! but what does the song actually have to say abt him as a character?

the thing is, barry isn’t a “i wish i wasn’t a hero” kind of guy. he’s a “could i be so strong [to give up the flash]? or do i love the thrill of these powers too much?” kind of guy. he’s a “knowing what i know now… if i could go back in time… maybe i would’ve been somewhere else the day lightning struck my lab and electrified those chemicals, ready and willing to forfeit a life of dodging deathtraps and battling villains… who am i kidding? there’s no going back. no do-overs. like everyone else, superheroes can only follow the path destiny has laid out for them, whatever lies ahead.” kind of guy. yes, barry is caged by his superspeed, but it would be misleading to not present it first and foremost as the very thing that frees him. it’s a double-edged sword that gives him purpose, and that freedom in obligation is what motivates him to keep going. as a wise man once said, “all you can do is go forward.” (“thanks.” “superman is pretty smart isn’t he.” “hm.”)

i think the real kicker for me was this lyric: “i’ve got time to think about the past… how my life was so exciting before i got this way.” my sincerest apologies to mr. allen, but he does not feel complete to me without his mother’s death or his father’s false imprisonment. this backstory contextualizes everything for me. his life was NOT exciting before his superspeed, it was lonely and full of escapism, either in his sci-fi/comics or his dedication to finding justice. i am of the belief that barry didn’t truly start living until he got his superspeed, over 2 decades of waiting around before he rly understood freedom and what it meant to live for himself. i get what they’re trying to do here, but this is what i mean when i say it feels like the song characterizes barry around the concept of his speed rather than how barry’s speed defines him as a person

ik i can’t expect a 4min song to include every aspect of a character’s timeline/development/nuance (esp before some of that even existed lol), but my issue isn’t that it doesn’t cover enough ground—it’s not bad that they had a theme and stuck by it, i actually love the lyrics from a speedster perspective. my issue is that i don’t think this is a good framing for barry’s character as a whole. for all his regrets and suffering, barry is optimistic to the point of denial. choosing this to be The theme to represent barry just. doesn’t feel like barry to me. it’s more like barry is the placeholder subject as an excuse to sing abt superspeed

if this was somehow less overtly a “BARRY ALLEN FANSONG” and maybe more metaphorical or even non-fandom, then it would be a dif situation and i might have dif opinions. at the end of the day, this has more to do w my pickiness than the quality of the song, and the fact that it even exists is so exciting for me as a barry allen enjoyer first, human second. but if you’re going to call smth a character study, i Will be getting my hopes up

[bigpp6999]

Yes.

so tired of people not knowing who aki and haru is that I decided to take it in my own hands, oh and also honey <3 but anyways my brain hates me and decided that it’s going to hyperfixated on underrated characters and then captures me and forces me to draw fan art so here’s aki, haru, and honey [also Headcanon for all three, ignore how I completely forgot about trois ❤️]

ignore how it looks bad I’m trying to experiment with my artstyle okay hc

Ages? Aki: 28 [cmon his a teacher] haru is probably like 27 and honey has a confirmed age I think it’s 20!!! how the fuck did haru and Aki steal the uniforms? I feel like haru and aki have known each other ever since they were like 14 so since then they’ve just been stealing??? And when people suspected shit [aka when they were on the verge of graduating] they stopped but then continued when they turned 25/26 and they like started stealing again 💀💀💀 and then they got caught and started escaping and ended up in nanbaka ❤️

also yes I created my own ship and stated shipping aki and haru bc I can’t see ppl as friends ❤️❤️❤️ plus they just look gay 🙁 also what the hell are YOU going to do about it? 💀 anyways I’m trying to come up w a creative ass names and it’s not working

also I’m also just rlly going to be making haru and aki fanart and will share my couple gfs there bc I’m uh not straight 😭 omg aki looks terrifying I swear I will do better in my next art piece

fun fact aki means fall and haru means spring and that jst made me ship them more, i have problems k? Anyways haru has his own restaurant and it’s running very goodly, he first worked for chimney [aka also his master which im pretty sure is canon] but then got his own restaurant 🔥🔥🔥

queer hcs: Aki is queer [he dosent label himself] and he uses any pronouns bro does not gaf

haru is def pansexual and is on the demiromantic spectrum pronouns I feel like he would go with he/them or he/him

honey is for sure bisexual and and I feel like he would be bigender hear me out okay???? He looks bigender, anygays he/her or she/him if his felling goofy they/them but mostly mixed online like she/him!!!!

Ik trois ain’t on here but im also just going to slide it in [yes like that.] I feel like he would also be like fuckibg bisexual, asexual spectrum!!! Pronouns he/him

oh I also ship honey and trois they’re adorable!!

As for like their jobs I already explained Harus but I feel like aki have worked with elementary, middle and high school for some reason??? He worked in high school the most tho. I also feel like he had his own like room and office which he decorated, now idk if they have like a semester for health but if they did that’s nice. Haru and aki were def roommates in like college like I said they were friends ever since like they were 14!!! Also aki is just a nickname for him his real name is akifumi but ppl started calling him aki bc he literally looks like the season autumn so yeah, Harus name is just haru idfk 💀 also haru is half French and aki is half Russian and no one can stop me from hc that! Haru knows French and aki barely knows Russian but he thugs it out after all bro is in Japan he dosent need to know Russian for that LMAO. Also I feel like aki was rlly popular in high school bc he played like volleyball and haru was like the weird kid but when they became friends haru also became popular [after some struggle ofc] also chimney took haru in when he was like 13 LMAO so yeah

[myxomat0s1s]

as for homestar mkwii mains?

homestar mains mario, no question. he is literally the main character and he only plays main characters like a total npc(ironic ik). sometimes he goes princess peach though.

strong bad when playing with others uses funky kong flame runner because he too would be a total tryhard. however, in his alone time he goes daisy flame runner because, according to him, he “””””””likes middleweights more.”””””””

the cheat will use bowser because he’s cool like that. he doesn’t need to be edgy and use dry bowser when he’s already got ol’ reliable.

strong mad has no main due to the fact that he does not care. prefferably a small character, though, as he finds the baby stroller kart funny.

strong sad yearns to play as king boo, but since he has kind of a crappy stat total he goes rosalina. you can imagine how much he’s teased for this by strong bad, but he likes her because of her mario galaxy lore and she’s got a way better stat total.

bubs mains wario because he “sees himself in wario.”

coach z mains birdo… because he’s a weirdo like that/j.

marzipan mains baby peach because she just finds her really cute! you can imagine how poorly she does in races.

pom pom will fight strong bad for funky kong. they have gotten into several altercations for dear old funky kong. unfortunately, strong bad almost always gets him, so luigi has become his involuntary main.

the king of town goes for dry bones because it reminds him of himself; small and half-dead.

the poopsmith mains waluigi because he likes the control the larger characters give him, and waluigi would probs be one of his fave characters in general.

finally, homsar mains wiggler. because he defies the laws of both physics and mario kart.

[doodle-pops]

You Never Know Until You Try

Egalmoth x reader

Request: Hiii! Thank you for all you do! You’re doing an amazing work! I only have one concern… There isn’t a lot of Egalmoth, is there? Would you consider writing him confessing his love - if you have time and energy? 🙆🏼‍♀️🌼 - anon

A/N: Thank you for this request anon. Since you did not inform me of whether you wanted this confession all fluff, I was in an angsty mood (terrible, ik), and had preplanned a more heartbreaking confession because I'm evil. But, I changed it and decided to be nice while keeping the angst I was drowning in. I also gave him a Quenya name because I needed to use a nickname and using shortened versions of Egalmoth wasn't cutting it.

Warnings: Gondolin already fell, silent confession, beliefs of one-sided love, crying, mentions of deceased characters, a bit of angst with comfort, small fluff scene, hurt/comfort (?)

Word: 2.2k

Synopsis: Words and the truth were never hard things for Egalmoth, but when years rolled by and uncertainty developed, it was time to say his untold truth.

Note: Egalmoth — [S. sharp uprising flower (helmet plume)], Aicambalotsë — [Q. sharp uprising flower (maica – sharp, piercing + ambalotsë – uprising flower (helmet plume)].

Awoken from a mysterious dream, Egalmoth sat hunched on the opposite end of the bed gauging the raindrops that collided with the roof before torrential rainfall can crashing down on the earth. The sweet earthen scent of the rich soil and flowers waffled through his nose as the mighty wind howled throughout the late evening into the night. At first, the wind howled, then it screamed before composing itself and became a sharp whistle that played musical flute with the miniature holes in the cabin. If Gondolin was still standing, conditions such as the one he currently considered his chambers would never be dilapidated. The finest marble and granite along with jewels of great radiance would adorn every inch of his estate.

The walls would be opalescence, even the arches and fountains he would ask his good friend Ecthelion to design for him. The accomplished crafting of his dear friend Rog and Lomion would fashion the most magnificent gems for him to decorate his house in, and yet still, even when he had all those things, he was empty. He had nothing but the reminder of his House that survived the fall, his dear friend Lord Galdor, Lord Tuor, the princess and her son. Having half the citizens surviving was a relief, but what was survival if he had lost many of those who meant the most to him. Someone would tell him to stop sulking and be grateful that he was alive, that you were alive.

You.

The first person he rushed to save in the fall before anyone else, and the last person he had the guts to profess his love for. Would you accept his confession and love given the state his house was in now? Living in a refugee camp, there were no riches that anyone could have. Everything went into food and shelter. Surely you want someone who could provide resourceful materials for you and not bare scrap?

He turned to his right and watched as you rolled over on your left side and dragged the blanket over your head to block out the whistling wind. The smile that stretched on his face was far from contentment, but relief that you were alive and here with him. Somehow, you had managed to stay at his side after the fall, sticking around and assisting him with pulling his house and people together.

Long nights were spent sitting beside the fireplace reminiscing on old memories of your time in Gondolin, while others were simply silent. Just basking in each other’s presence and being glad you were alive. To this day, he still hadn’t expressed the unconditional love that was buried hundreds of feet deep within his heart.

Staring at your back with a longing expression on his face, he sulked and frowned. His body slouched as his right leg was folded on the bed while the other hung. Peeking over your shoulders to ensure that you were asleep, he gulped before processing his thoughts and speaking with himself.

“You know, I wish I had the guts to tell you I loved you during our happy days. I still do, but… When you were filled with mirth and light in your eyes,” he sniffled as he felt the first teardrop rolling down his cheek. Breathing deeply and halting his speech, he reached up to wipe his eyes, but the action was a catalyst for a chain reaction that prompted more tears to burst forth from his eyes. They flowed easily down his face, staining his skin with guilt, sorrow and regret.

Casting his head to look at the window and stare into the abyss through the sheer curtain, he sniffled and wiped at his eyes aggressively, wanting to remove his agony. No matter how much he rubbed his eyes, a torrential flow poured until he cried out in frustration and heaved in defeat. Looking down at his shaky hands throw the blurred eyes, he could see how much his hands had changed from then to now. These weren’t hands he could touch and love you with, these were hands that required hiding from the world. Egalmoth felt foolish opening up his heart when you weren’t conscious of his eternal love.

The love that would move mountains or split the ocean or make him sprout wings and soar above the clouds. He would give his life to save you in a heartbeat, heck, he’d give you his heart if it was the key to saving your life. He understood you loved him as a friend, but you had never given him the alert of loving him more. There were always talks of Lord Glorfindel or Lord Duilin, but never him on a pedestal the way you did for others. Perhaps it was best to let his heart flow with strings of fate and dance to the tune his fёa guided him to perform.

Exhaling, he turned once more to you and spoke again, “I still remember the first time I saw you. You were walking through the city giving out flower crowns to the citizens for Lost-na-Lothion and I had boldly requested one from you. You ignored the fact that I was a great Lord and denied me. Ay, I had never fallen for someone as daring as you. You were what I needed, a breath of fresh air in my boring life. You came in and knocked me off my high horse and turned my entire life around... I had never loved someone as much as I loved you.”

He paused to check on you and saw that you were still asleep, this time with your mouth slightly half opened and soft snores slipping out. You were never a heavy snorer, but when you decided to snore, it scared Egalmoth more than anything. He assumed you were suffocating in your sleep.

“Ah, you’re snoring in my head when I’m confessing my love to you. Tsk, terrible manners Y/N,” he mocked and shook his head. He was pleased when no teardrop splashed on his skin as he did so; the torrential waterworks had ceased.

“I always wondered if I was your first choice when it came to loving anyone? Most of the time, people rushed to Lord Glorfindel or Lord Ecthelion, the more handsome Lords. Even Lord Galdor and Penlod had their turn with people flocking to them,” he depressingly snickered, “had I ever been a choice for you at all? I know you stick…stick…around, but does it mean you love me more than friendship?”

Biting down on his bottom lip as it quivered, he could prevent the fresh flow of tears from cascading down his cheeks. He did nothing to cease its movement as it travelled over every hill and dip and ran off the edges to soil his nightwear. Sniffles soon transformed into muffled sobs, anything to swallow his anguish of a possible broken heart. He needed to get it off his chest otherwise he would combust, but when forces of greater evil barricaded his voice and pinned him under piles of rubble, how could he call out to capture your attention one last time.

“Please…I’m sorry. I’m s-…sorry that I couldn’t be g-good enough to catch your eye and m-…make you happy. Had you ever a moment in your heart where you felt s-something for m-me?” He forcibly smiled through his tears, still time looking at his folded leg. His left hand was muffling his sobs and words while the right picked and tugged the fabric of his trousers. Egalmoth was trembling from the hurricane of emotions, turbulently swirling and causing destruction and anguish in his heart the more and more he came out with his words.

Weren’t confessions customarily sweet and merry? There was sunshine and warm blue skies as far as the eyes can eyes and rainbows ahead. A field of daffodils or perhaps sunflowers and tulips as the declaration of love rang bells in the background. Where was all this and how was his heart and whistling choruses of everlasting love?

“You were always my first love Ambalotsё.”

The sound of the sheets crumpling nearby and the bed vibrating as your body turned to face him resounded. Stilling and growing soundless, a dreadful look was thrown at you before mouthless stammering followed. You didn’t move from your spot, not having the energy to haul yourself into a sitting position, so you opted to lie with the blankets over you and cast him a welcoming smile to calm his storm. You could see his sea–green eyes swirling an array of colours and switching from light tones to dark hues as confusion continued to take him.

“I wasn’t asleep if that’s what you were thinking. I heard your entire soliloquy; I didn’t know you were so poetic Lotsё,” you breathed. Sleep was still troubling your mind, but you were willing to push back the heavy curtains and care for your weeping flower.

His heart trembled and clenched at his shorted name. It was always perfect falling from your lips. Calling him your flower.

He breathed, then darted his eyes to the left and then back at you then to your pillow. He breathed again. All his words were lost, and no comprehension or coherency was left behind to work with. The most he could do was squeeze out a curt question. “Why?”

Your eyes narrowed and your head cocked. Why didn’t I interrupt him, or why did I not say anything from the start? Opening your mouth to respond, the drizzling rain presented itself in the most inopportune of time to burst forth its bellies with thunderous blasts of rain. For a moment, you assumed the roofs would give away from all the groaning and singing it was performing under the weight of water. It made you growl and roll your eyes at the insolent attempt of averting your earnest response.

Forcing your body into an upright position, the blanket felt at your waist and Egalmoth could see the little scars that rested on your shoulders and arms, mostly from the fall. He quickly averted his eyes from your sleepy face and watched as your lips parted to flow the words he longed to hear.

“I have always loved you, just as you have always loved me. I didn’t think at the time, due to our closeness, a formal declaration was needed; we were pretty much attached to each other at the hip. There was never any need for me to look elsewhere since I had found you,” you paused to reach forward and hold his right hand in yours, “I wasn’t aware of the looming uncertainty in your heart since I was hoping you would make the first move, but you didn’t, Lotsё.”

“But what about when you would speak of Lord Duilin or Glorfindel. Did you not find interest in them?”

Shaking your head and denying his assumption, you clarified. “I used to mock their weird attempts at swooning people. Pointing out their best traits they could use and how foolish they were to not,” you chuckled while recalling the memory.

Trailing his eyes to your hand holding his, he whispered too soft for a mortal ear to account for, but loud enough for you, “So…we were simply two lovers foolishly waiting on the other? Had I not been uncertain about your eyes on me…”

“Had I not been so foolishly blind by your desire for reassurance, yes, things could have been.” Holding his hand, you rubbed your thumb against his skin in circles before leaning down to kiss the back of his wrist. You heard the intake of breath and grinned against his skin before planting another. As you straightened up, you dragged his hand across the bed and tugged his body along to climb under the warmth of the comforter and fill the void beside you.

Settling beside you, his body was pressed against yours, head on your chest and arms were thrown around your waist. He clung to you like a child in need of a bedtime story to sedate his nightmares. But even Egalmoth felt like all this was too good to be true and he would awake from the best dream Irmo had been kind to deliver. “Was I truly your first choice?” he meekly asked.

“You are my first, last and only choice—have been and will always be Lotsё. I could never pick another,” you cooed while cradling his head and stroking his silvery tresses. His body visibly sagged and snuggled into you the more your nails scraped across his scalp.

“I was such a fool for waiting this long to reveal my heart to you.”

“Consider us both fools,” you laughed, “can you imagine the other Lords shaking their heads. They’re probably swearing at us.”

Groaning at the thought of one of his friends being disappointed at his hesitation, he buried his head deeper into your chest. “Lord Penlod is most definitely hurling a stack of papers and an ink bottle at me right now. I can feel the side of my head aching.”

Breaking into a steady laughter, it was the most laughing you had done in a long while. Both your days were always filled with attending to the citizens as best as you could. You considered this moment to be a break from reality and a dip into paradise. Crips waters and breeze—almost tasting it on your tongue—blue skies with small puffs of clouds and in the distance, you can hear the thunderous pounding of water and sight a familiar satisfied silver hair male.

“I accept your love Aicambalotsë.”

Masterlist

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[calamitaswrath]

Cal Lucia plays Fire Emblem Path of Radiance: Chapter 13

Not much of a lead-in for this chapter, huh? I'm just plopped right into my pre-chapter preparations. But then again, since in previous cases that was always accompanied by a change in location, and we're still very much on a boat, I suppose that makes sense. Let's start with Jill!

"Why are you still here?" - Blunt, Ike. Blunt. And calling soldiers stupid, too! Reminds me of that one post that's like "everyone who died for their country is a clown". It does make me wonder why exactly Jill really is still with us, though. The basic interesting is obvious, but where does it come from, and why is it enough?

Conversation with Daniel, about the best means to defend on a ship map. Very subtle, game. And they're playing an in-universe war game? Fire Emblem-ception?

Aimee continues to simp for Ike. The game really does make a running gag out of him not caring for women romantically or sexually, huh?

Sibling interactions between Oscar, Boyd and Rolf!! Those are always fun. Judging by the fact that it was a three star one, I thought that it would actually lead to something, but I haven't noticed anything yet. Do they get their own triangle attack now, or. . .?

Right, time to start the actual chapter. And we get more worldbuilding! Begnion's got an empress, Crimea and Daein used to be part of it, and we seriously gotta wonder why they want to see Elincia in the first place

Tanith. . . woag. . .

Hmm, we got a high priestess? The only context in which I've heard of priestesses in the context of PoR/RD is with Micaiah's classes, but I really don't think that she's going to make an actual appearance here yet

Heyy, Gatrie's back! And he got himself a new job. Have to wonder about that other character, though. . . her name in the German version is Stella, but I don't think that's gonna be the same in English. And after looking that up, her English name is Astrid. . . okay? Seems to be another instance of the German version carrying over the Japanese name.

Ohoho, defend map! And one with a lot of chests, too. Gimme gimme gimme!

Ah, there's Nasaela. Based on these early vibes, I can already somewhat understand my friend's obsession. I am curious though why the king of an entire nation is out here making deals with rather lowly soldiers for money like this. Is his country not doing well financially speaking?

Ergh, as I'm playing through this map, I'm beginning to realize that I really don't have the turns to actually get all the items with just Sothe. I think I'll need to restart and hand everyone chest keys. . . lovely.

Well, that second attempt went a lot better in general. I got all the enemies on the upper ship, including the boss, by just turn five! Let's see what else is gonna happen on this map.

Ah, so that other character flying near Nasaela is. . . well, a character. Kinda funny to see an old winged man like that. And pfft, he Nasaela doesn't like being called. . . what would it be in English? Hatchling?

Tibarn and Janaff. I would say these two have the look of playable characters to them.

Hold on, Tibarn's a king as well? Do the bird Laguz have multiple kingdoms? So far, I was under the impression that they only got the one. . .

This lot really was just there to show that they're there, huh?

. . .And I left the defend point unguarded on accident. I thought the enemy ravens would make a beeline for the treasure, NOT that point. Guess that's my first game over!

Jesus fucking christ, my luck on this second attempt was terrible. Astrid missed a ~90% to hit twice, Rolf also missed one, I took longer to beat the boss. . . but at least I managed to still turn things around in the end. Still just absolutely stucks about Astrid though, because she did get a lot more kills, and by proxy, exp, the first time around.

Sigrun! I heard the name before, but I don't have any associations. With Sanaki however, there are some half-remembered tidbits there. I think she's related to Micaiah somehow?

Ah. So the high priestess is the empress as well. Then why even make a distinction in introducing her?

Ike and Soren having a little heart-to-heart! That's nice.

Sanaki's found, and Ike really can be rather thick at times. . . let's see where that leads him

It gets him invited to court, is what it does. Fair enough.

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 11/14/2023

twenty-nine, please be kinder than twenty-eight and the tail end of twenty-seven. phil update: unauthorized access

listening

Maisie Peters’ Guy on a Horse (previously featured with song Not Another Rockstar). headbanging indie rock off the spotify recced playlist. i would have liked this song much more in my worst misandrist period from high school-early college but the lines “Got this far and I’m Joan of Arc/And you’re just a guy on a horse” made me laugh. spotify

also off the spotify recced playlist (many bangers on last week’s) The Last Dinner Party’s My Lady of Mercy. all-girl baroque british indie rock, a dizzy quality i like very much in this small dose but would never be in the mood for a full album’s worth. spotify.

OH this feels like it’s probably on every griddlehawk playlist. one day i will read those things

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reading

fallow week

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watching

Sirocco (1951, dir. Bernhardt). it was on tubi and i wanted to watch a Bogart noir without hooking up my laptop and finagling The Big Sleep with the good subtitles off the dvd. Sirocco has…hm. aged poorly is an understatement. it is not internally consistent with character motivations (a truly fucking baffling ending) and the leads have zero chemistry. the leading lady didn’t have anything to fucking do to create chemistry. the hottest moment was when she absentmindedly gave him back a cigarette with a lipstick print, and he finishes smoking it with a thousand-yard stare. comparing this in marketing to Casablanca was criminal. stop fucking comparing everything to Casablanca it’s never going to be as good!!!

third most unforgivably, below the brownface and script that was once in the same room as fun dialogue, it could have been a singular half-hour episode of television instead of a feature length film.

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playing

genuinely cried at the conclusion of the mainline Fontaine quest in g/enshin. this was a beefy fuckin update my god. i think the last act in the five-act quest was like two hours of cutscenes. i know how the fuck are they funding this (gacha) but still. any other company this would be hysterically cost prohibitive.

in other games: Luna Story Picross I, i am having fun but i think my brain has not yet picked up on the internal logic of picross yet. if there was a Good Picross paid app like the Good Sudoku paid app that teaches you sudoku strategy i would get that in a shot. this is a very millennial app, lovely gradients and extra chunky pixel art. very crossstitchable . ik pixel art is already crossstitchable but this lands somewhere between whimsigoth and every astronomy-themed gift on the marketplace and i find that compelling

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making

horseshoe knife from the Dragon Forging Experience!!! at the ren faire. unrelated half pound block of beeswax for scale. i did not have enough upper body strength and got a blister :( but any excuse to swing a medium-sized hammer with malice aforethought. my initials are somewhat indifferently stamped on the other side bc again, upper body strength, but those don’t need to be on the internet

hung up all the cat wand toys. this is extremely not very hashtag aesthetic but hopefully seeing them every day will remind me to actually play with my fucking cats, bc they were in a horrible pile behind the futon and were a right bitch to detangle every time. we’ll see how this goes. mack has not ripped them all down yet bc she doesn’t want to stretch over the little samsonite train case i yoinked off the side of the road in mass. strongly recommend a big makeup case or train case like this one to hold all the cat bits and bobs like flea treatment and brushes and extra toys and the filters for the water fountain et al.

[jesperr-fahey]

(u can take this ask as seriously as u want or ignore it. full disclosure ik, like, three things about one piece so idgh but i love when people talk about and play-doh w/charas) for the op character how about. uh. sanji? or nami?

WHOOOOO thank you you're a hero!!!! the random word i generated is autonomy so i'm gonna write some nami for you :)

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Nami is eight years old when she moves in to Arlong Park. She's given a room, with a cot and a toilet and little else, next to the room that will become the map room. She has no pillow, no blanket, nothing to put on the walls, no window to peer through on clear starry nights, no way to feel the breeze on her face. But she has no choice, so when night comes, she sleeps.

Arlong himself seldom deigns to speak to her, instead delegating the task to the lowest ranking of his crewmembers. They give Nami their sea charts and measurements, tell her what to draw, and tell her when she's allowed to stop. They ignore her when she says that's she's hungry, that she's tired, that her fingers are bleeding, and eventually, she learns to stop speaking at all. Nothing will come of it, so why bother?

Even when she returns to Coco village, she can't ask for anything. They're under so much pressure already, all of them, and what right does she have, to ask Nojiko for an extra portion at dinner because she hasn't eaten since yesterday? What right does she have to ask for a hug? She has work to do, and she'll do it, and that's all that matters. That's all that can matter.

Years pass, like this. Eventually, she's allowed on ships, allowed to visit islands and chart them herself, allowed to sneak away and steal. She steals only berri, at first, only what she needs to pay Arlong back, but one day, when she's thirteen years old, she steals a small painting- a tree with white flowers, the sun setting behind it. She hangs it on her wall in that small, empty room, and it feels like a victory.

A week later, one of the fishmen slams open her door, bursts into the room, and grabs her by the arm, hauling her to her feet. In the midst of berating her for sleeping too long, he catches sight of the painting, and he laughs, long and hard and cruel. He rips it from the wall, tears it in half, and laughs again at the way tears well up in her eyes. You can have nothing, his laughter says, as clearly as if he was speaking aloud. Nothing that is yours.

More weeks. More years. More time, in an empty room that will never be hers, on a schedule that isn't hers to control, and then-

And then Luffy. And then Zoro, and Usopp, and Sanji, and then a ship, and then Arlong is gone, Arlong Park is gone, the room that trapped her broken and collapsed and shattered into a million useless pieces, and Nami is free.

Nami is eighteen years old when she moves in to the Going Merry. The boys are kind enough to give her her own room, a bedroom that doubles as an office, with a hammock and a couch and a bookshelf and a desk and room to stack the shelves with whatever she wants, whatever she finds. There's a door to the boys' room, a ladder to the deck, and she can use either whenever she needs to, and she can walk around the rest of the ship, too, and when they land on a new island she can take out her surveying tools and she can work, she can really work, without malice and violence closing in from every side, and she's free.

She's free.

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(send me a character or relationship, and i'll write a drabble based on a randomly generated word!)

[jdm21brazilian]

Filling the time skips in AC3/ACIII

For those who played AC3/III, and complained like me, there are a lot of time jumps when going from one sequence to another. Skipping entire years or more unnecessarily makes no sense and the passage of time feels very abrupt.

I've recapped the time blanks and will give my ideas (you can too) of sequences or more missions to add to the already existing sequences that the developers could have used to fill in those gaps in the story, by that showing more of the Revolution and of coarse Connor as a character. And if possible, see more of Sam Adams and Ben Franklin. And to be honest add more templars or associates of them, being final bosses of sequences.

YES, IK many these events form the bulk of the guild contracts, but it's such a waste.

And they could have add Philadelphia. I know it was already claimed that was cutted off because the city is too gridded and therefore it became boring; they didn't feel it would be fun to parkour through a city where everything is sort of lined up in a perfect grid. But still.

1771 - 1773: I think this time skip is justifiable, considering was during this time Connor was still training and repairing the Aquila.

1774: With the exception of July 11th, when the Hostile Negotiations mission happens Johnson, we are completely deprived of exploring the rest of the year, before or after the mission. Maybe it could have shown the creation of the First Continental congress, which is unlikely considering the shows the second one, scenarios created by the Intolerable Acts, the Powder Alarm Incident, Boston after the close of its harbors, the unification of the militias against the Parliament. Thomas Paine arrival in the colonies, being targeted by the templars, since he cooperated with the french assassins in the ACU coop mission. Or facing the British general Thomas Gage appointed, the newly appointed military governor of Massachusetts.

Late 1775 and early 1776 - Between sequence 7 (showing most major events of the first half of 1775) and 8. They probably could have shown more of the Siege of Boston, especially the Evacuation day. Maybe could be have been add to as a start mission to sequence 8, infiltrating Boston in search for more information on the plot to kill Washington, and then finding clues and going try find Hickey in New York. The Evacuation Day of New York, the fire that happened that year.

Most of 1777 - We only explore the end of December of this year, in the passing to 1778. There are a bunch of battles that happens on this year. I can't even count all of them, maybe showing some battles the Continental Army lost. But also need to be something PRIOR the winter of 1777, where Connor meets Aveline for the first time.

Second half of 1778 - IDK about this one, considering it was in the first half of this year that happens sequence 8, and was really agitated and emotional for Connor, iykyk. Not to mention the naval missions where Connor finally killed Biddle, Templar pillar in the naval front of the war.

1779 - United States forces, led by General Anthony Wayne, capture Stony Point, New York from British troops.

1780 - Not much to say besides the Benedict Arnold expansion for all platforms