#im making a declaration here and now and who knows if i will follow through because ive got a bunch of story ideas lmao

[pagesofkenna]

i was thinking about old OCs and how I've not done much with any of them except write things I never finished, and I remembered I DO at least have a list of my old NaNoWriMo projects (which, while unpublished, are technically all finished projects) and, since I didn't want to go to the website, I decided to go to my own NaNoWriMo tag to see if I'd tagged that list of projects I definitely posted last year

anyway I didn't, but I started scrolling down my own old posts, and I discovered that the last NaNoWriMo project I essentially liveblogged was in 2013, the book was called Vina, and it's literally the only (only) one of my NaNoWriMo books that I don't still have a copy of. every other book I still have a digital file of the rough draft somewhere. Vina? probably got lost on an old computer that died. I've not been able to find her anywhere. what's it about? I cannot tell you because I do not remember. but I wrote a post in 2013 about how frustrated I was that the characters were making their own choices and driving the plot in a direction I didn't intend. this is horrifying to me

[peppymintdreams]

Baa-nished to Chaos

Oh no Mc is a sheep again but instead of helping them mammon has a better idea

The sound of frantic hooves on hardwood echoed through the House of Lamentation. Lucifer’s already furrowed brow deepened as Mammon burst into his study, clutching something fluffy and bleating.

“I found ‘em, Lucifer!” Mammon exclaimed, holding up a small, pinkish purple sheep with wide, panicked eyes. The sheep flailed in Mammon’s arms. “It’s MC! Solomon did somethin’ again!”

Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose, his patience evaporating. “Mammon, why are you holding a sheep in my study?”

“I just said! It’s MC!”

The sheep bleated loudly, wriggling to escape Mammon’s grip. Lucifer leaned back in his chair, staring at the animal. “Explain.”

Mammon shifted awkwardly. “Okay, so Solomon was messin’ with one of his weird potions in the kitchen. MC was just standin’ there, watchin’, and BAM! Puff o’ smoke, poof, they’re a strangely colorful sheep now!”

Lucifer sighed heavily. “Why didn’t you stop him?”

“Hey, I ain’t responsible for Solomon’s nonsense! I was watchin’ Goldie, thank you very much!”

At that moment, the door burst open, and Leviathan stumbled in, his phone clutched in one hand. “I heard there’s a sheep—WHOA, it’s true?! Is this an event? Is this one of those transformation tropes?!”

The sheep—MC—bleated mournfully.

“I told Solomon not to experiment without supervision,” Lucifer muttered, glaring daggers at Mammon. “Now, he’s nowhere to be found, and we’re left with this mess.”

“I dunno, Lucifer,” Mammon said, grinning. “I think it’s kinda cute. Look at ‘em, all fluffy and tiny! Ain’t that right, MC?”

MC responded by headbutting Mammon in the chest.

“OW! What the hell?! I’m tryin’ to be nice!”

Later, in the common room, the brothers gathered to assess the situation. Asmodeus cooed over MC, snapping pictures with his D.D.D.

“They’re absolutely precious!” he said. “You know, I think you’re even cuter as a sheep, MC. But don’t worry, I’ll still love you when you’re back to normal.”

Belphegor yawned from his spot on the couch. “Do we really have to fix this? A sheep is low-maintenance. They can’t even nag us about chores.”

Beelzebub was busy offering MC a piece of lettuce. “Do you want a snack? Oh, wait—can sheep eat chocolate? I’d hate for you to miss out on dessert.”

Lucifer stood near the fireplace, arms crossed. “We’re wasting time. Solomon must reverse this immediately.”

“Bah,” MC bleated, trotting away from Beel’s lettuce.

But Mammon had other ideas. “Y’know what? This whole ‘sheep MC’ thing ain’t so bad! They’ve been cooped up in this house all day, so I’m takin’ ‘em out for a walk. Fresh air’ll do ‘em good!”

Lucifer glared. “Absolutely not. You’ll get the killed.”

“Too late!” Mammon declared, already wrapping a scarf around MC’s wooly neck. “C’mon, MC, let’s go!”

The streets of the Devildom were not prepared for the spectacle that followed.

Mammon strutted confidently through the marketplace with a leash attached to MC, who trotted along reluctantly. Demons turned to stare, some whispering, others laughing outright.

“Yo, Mammon!” a demon vendor called out. “Is that your pet?”

Mammon puffed out his chest. “This ain’t no ordinary sheep! This here’s MC, my—uh—my human! Yeah!”

The sheep glared at Mammon, tugging against the leash.

“Aw, don’t give me that look, MC! You’re havin’ fun, right?”

MC promptly headbutted Mammon’s shin.

“Ow! Hey! Quit doin’ that!”

A familiar voice rang out above the chaos. “Mammon, what the hell are you doing?”

Satan appeared, looking both exasperated and amused. His arms were crossed, and he tapped his foot.

“I’m givin’ MC some fresh air! What’s it look like?!”

“It looks like you’re making a public spectacle of them. MC, are you okay?”

The sheep bleated pitifully, and Satan sighed. “That’s what I thought.”

Before the argument could escalate, a loud CRACKLE of magical energy split the air. Solomon materialized, looking sheepish. “Ah, there you are. I see you found them!”

Mammon rounded on him immediately. “YOU! FIX THIS!”

“I was just about to,” Solomon said, holding up a glowing vial. “But I must say, they make a very charming sheep.”

MC gave Solomon a death glare, as much as a sheep could muster.

“Alright, alright,” Solomon said with a laugh. “Hold still, MC. This will only take a moment.”

He poured the contents of the vial over MC, who shimmered and glowed. When the light faded, MC stood there in human form, arms crossed and glaring at everyone involved.

Mammon grinned nervously. “Hey, uh, welcome back!”

MC raised an eyebrow. “Leash? Scarf? Public walk?”

Mammon gulped. “Y-you’re gonna headbutt me again, aren’t ya?”

“Yep.”

[thethoriumreactor]

Wow reception to my TMAxHazbin au (it doesn’t have a name if y’all have ideas im all for it) was way better than I expected y’all have so much enthusiasm omg

Here’s more of the au for everyone who asked for it, this time with notes on the characters (under the cut)

More characters coming soon in another post

Character infos (part 1):

— Alastor is a former radio host, now true crime podcaster, liked for his great voice, theatrics and morbid sense of humour. He specialises in making carefully worded deals to give his victims a false sense of security, before subtly manipulating them into their downfall; all the while, they usually have the subconscious thought that this isn’t right, why am I doing that, why are they acting like that, what is happening to me, am I being manipulated— He takes pleasure in backing people into a corner that leaves him as the only option to get out. Thinks it’s hilarious to make episodes about his own crimes in his own podcast.

— Lucifer is a former toy maker, coming from old money and declared dead during the many years his Becoming took. He makes his targets, the worst kind of criminals, experience and live their own death in its entirety — an urban legend says that if you’ve done bad in your life, you should hope not to one day find a strangely hypnotising apple in your home, for it means the Devil himself is coming to take your mind, sanity and reputation as punishment for your actions. All he wants is to contribute in some way in his dear Charlie’s life — even if it means dealing with the annoying, creepy spider constantly hanging around her. Marked by the Slaughter, the Desolation, the Dark and the Lonely.

— Vox is a popular journalist known for his charismatic attitude in front of a camera and his ability to persuade others in any debate. He likes to either ruin his victims with information he gathered through observation, or drive them into insanity by constantly following them and giving them the feeling of being watched — surveilled, examined, judged, stalked. He’s involved with two other Avatars, forming an untouchable group of 3. Gets obsessive about people he is interested in and hates rejection — who’s that guy hanging around Alastor?

— Rosie runs a small café, seemingly normal on the outside — and the most popular spot for Avatars looking to meet, trade or relax. Others do the hunting for her as the easiest form of payment for Avatars struggling to integrate into society; she likes to prepare a variety of dishes from the prey brought to her, constantly experimenting with her unfortunate victims — how does meat toughen up under pain? How does the taste change to certain drugs? How much deformity can it handle before collapsing? She’s a good friend of Alastor’s and on amicable terms with all Avatars that don’t wish for trouble. Has been an Avatar for a long time — how long? Who knows.

[julia4today]

the return of arthur pendragon - angst?? PT. 1

this is basically purely backstory, i needed to get something outtt (merlin x arthur)

a/n: this is probably the longest thing I've ever written. +I wrote this on a computer so everything is capitalized n stuff. and i want to say that im really sorry this is delayed and also the first thing ive posted in like two months. that's really on me. additionally, i have a reader x hobie fic coming out soon.

if you have sent me a request I WILL get to it, some may require more research and brain power. announcments: i have an ao3 (i havent posted anything on it though) pendragonco

Most imagine the afterlife to be a wonderland full of radiant flora and a deity only decided by yourself. A place where you may live out the years you never got to experience. But you would be wrong.

The truth is far more complex. It is a realm where echoes of your past deeds and dreams intertwine with the fabric of eternity. Time flows differently, like a river winding through the core of memories and contrition, where every choice made in life reverberates on the very existence of the universe. There are no simple paradises or solitary deities here, but rather a tapestry of existence woven from the threads of every life that comes before and leads after yours.

However, to Arthur Pendragon, both definitions seem untrue. It almost taunts him with how easy they make being dead seem to a new generation of the dead and the living.

To King Arthur, the afterlife is a treacherous wasteland, where the dead seemed unnaturally content despite their recent quietus. All he could do was curse his demise and all the unfulfilled ambitions that haunted him. He wondered about his darling Guinevere, how she fared, now tasked with ruling Camelot in his stead. He thought of the fate bestowed upon Gaius, the man he had trusted implicitly, who now carried the weight of the living through Pendragon's legacy.

But above all, his thoughts always returned to Merlin. A man he had once known. A man he had once trusted. Arthur imagined Merlin. Perhaps Merlin was so grief-stricken he never used his power again? Maybe he avenged the death of his king. For all Arthur knows, Merlin himself could've died, he too could have been cursed to this desolate ether. 

In reality, the world broke. His world broke. The once and future king, the man destined to unite the land of Albion, through magic and none, is now dead. Merlin, day after day, ran his last moments over. Cursing himself for the way Arthur left this world. If he had just listened to Kilgaraah if he had heeded his advice. If he had disposed of Mordred the first time they had met, the King would stand before him long after. No war would have ensued, and Camelot would no longer be in strife with war.

The day his death was announced to the citizens was a dismal one. Clouds cast over the town square, and the whole of the city gathered to hear the words from the queen herself. Gwen and Merlin stand where Arthur had stood just weeks prior. Where Arthur had announced war, Gwen shall announce the outcome of such a thing. 

“My dearest citizens of Camelot,” Her voice wavers. “It is with a heavy heart that I make this declaration. Our beloved king, Arthur Pendragon, has fallen in battle. The king lives no more. His bravery and dedication to our kingdom will forever be remembered. Let us unite in mourning his loss and uphold his legacy with strength and resilience. May his soul find an eternal peace” A long silence befalls Camelot. The only noise was the occasional strangled sob. Coming from townsmen and nobles alike. The knights stood on only one knee. Taking their solemn oath to the King to heart.

In the months that followed the death of the King, Merlin withdrew into solitude, seeking solace in the quiet corners of Camelot and the vast expanses of the surrounding countryside. Memories of Arthur haunted him—laughter shared over campfires, battles fought side by side, and the unspoken bond of friendship that had defined their lives. He found himself replaying every moment, every decision, wondering if there had been a different path—one that could have spared Arthur's life.

In the privacy of his chambers, Merlin poured over ancient texts and scrolls, searching for clues, signs, anything that might point the way to Arthur's return. His magic, once hidden away in fear of persecution, now burned within him with a fierce intensity—a testament to the depth of his devotion and determination. He thought of his previous journey with Arthur, a trip in which Arthur came back fuming at Uther. A trip where they had met with Ygraine, Arthur's mother.

He wonders what spell Morgause had used to conjure the image. Whether or not the image was manipulated, didn't matter so much to Merlin. If he could only see Arthur one last time. One more day. If he could apologize for his secrecy, if he pledged his allegiance to the king, if he could promise to carry out whatever plan Arthur had for Camelot, he would be content. Merlin had believed that if he could just find the right spell, he could bring back the king. Even if only for a short period.

Deciding this was easy for Merlin. Evoking Arthurs image not so much.

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OKAY, i promise i will get part two out soon. my hobie fic comes out on sunday so

@maumnuu - this is mainly for you :p

[insomnyahhh]

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( fluff, enemies to lovers, wacky hijinks, detention during prom, gender neutral reader, awkward teen romance )

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great… he muttered to himself, picking up shards of the vase you two broke during a fight. the vase contained ashes of the first principal of UA high, decorated in a red and gold vase. as a way to honour their legacy and now, there’s nothing but ashes, shards and awkward silence.

after aizawa collected the ashes from the floor. he gave you two detention, during prom night. what yall did was pretty bad but it was an accident and accidents happens but apparently that wasnt enough to convince him .

you and shinso glare intensely at each other as you two swiped and wiped, blaming each other for this awful punishment ( despite being both of y’all faults)

“its your fault. if you didn’t overacted. your fatass wouldn’t have broken the vase “ you snapped.

“me? you were tackling me because i made a harmless joke about your test score. i didn’t overact , YOU did”

you guys argued back and forth. arguing like a married couple when they’re interrupted by the faint sound of music coming from the party hall. you fall on your knees, crying dramatically as shinso watched your antics with a blank expression.

suddenly your eyes light up and you get off the floor, turning towards him and he already knows what’s up. it’s one of your stupid plans. every time that mischievous smile plasters your face. shit is about to go down

“ i have an ide-“

“ whatever you’re about to say…. keep it to yourself. i’m in enough trouble already thanks to you” he said , with a hand on his hip, rolling his eyes.

“you didn’t even hear me out!, and why are you sad about prom. you’re a lonely loser. i thought your kind hated parties”

i- what??? what’s do you mean by “mY KiN and plus, why do you care . i can like the idea of prom. its a once in a lifetime event” his voice cracked from annoyance.

its only been a few minutes and none of the cleaning happened. why are they cleaning anyways. do they not have janitors. you groaned loudly, throwing the broom.

that’s it, i’m out . you dusted off your hand, making your way through the exit. you didn’t care. aizawa isnt even watching so who’s gonna tell him weither they cleaned or not

shinso saw you leaving, knowing what youre about to do is stupid. he sighs, brooming the shards under the carpet and following your lead. he can sense your prideful smirk teasing him but he ignores it , rubbing his temples

“ im going with you. aint no way i’m being left alone here.”

“ that’s more like it. let’s sneak into the dorms and head to prom”

“ what if one of the teachers catch us”

“dont worry, i have an idea!” you declared proudly

it cuts to you two wearing silly “spy” gear ( its an all black outfit)

this is your idea?! god didn’t make you for thinking hasnt he? he was in shock.

“ the dorms lights are off, plus our shoes are noisey free. all we have to do is sneak into our dorms , change into our fancy clothes and leave”

“ what about coming back? our shadows will be shown since we won’t be wearing all black. what will we do. jump off a window?

exactly.

he stares at you in disbelief before shaking your shoulders

“you can’t be serious?! WE’LL DIE.”

“ dont piss yourself, i’m pretty sure i have a glider that yaomomo made for the beach day.”

this doesn’t even surprise him. he just sighs . you have a weird way of thinking. it’s like there’s nothing but eggs inside your brain.

“ if this gets me out of detention. let’s do it” he sighed desperately. wanting this to be over already

after some time, almost being caught multiple times . the dormitories arrive, you both hoped no one was guarding the dorm halls or this stealth mission is about to get even worse.

“ i coast is clear” you whispered.

who is that?! a low voice spoke, its revovery girl.

you both start to panic. both of you hoped that she was demented so she wouldn’t be able to snitch. how old is she, like 80? that’s dementia age….right?

you both feel a hand on your shoulder, jolting and looking behind. smiling awkwardly, putting on that sweet and warm voice.

hey… recovery girl , you smiled. as shinso sweats bullets

how ya been… shinso added, recovery girl smiles back, with her signature homely smile.

what are you two doing out here, its prom. unless you two love birds have other plans

w-we are not a couple . shinso quickly corrected, speaking loud and fast, which made both you and recovery girl confused since most of the time, he speaks like a zombie.

well. we’re just here cuz… my clothes got fruit punch all over them. you pulled out the most nonsensical lie out of your ass.

she looked around and raised an eyebrow.

you wore that to prom? the universe must’ve told you a sign. well you two get going. she smiles, waving goodbye as she went to the other side of the dorm hall. that was a close one.

you two separate, heading to your dorm. as you get into your prom fit. you tought about recovery girl’s comment, the one she made about you and shinso. you pondered to yourself… do we really act like a couple. i mean, you two are always hanging out even if its just you two arguing and taunting one another. he keeps you out of trouble and you… well you put him in wacky and eventful scenarios.

but the one thing that replayed was how quickly he denied those claim. he wasn’t wrong. they arent a couple but why use that tone. why decline so quickly. WHY DO YOU CARE, WHO CARES WHAT HE THINKS! you’re definitely dating material. he has no business declining like that. you huffed as you got out.

you opened the door , lo and behold shinso was standing there. in his prom fit. his eyes glued to you. he clears his throat

“ took you long enough… although i cant say you look horrible, might i say you look quite nice” he spoke stoically, not making eye contact whatsoever.

he looked good too. you can smell the lavender scent from him, his hair was still fluffy but the colour of his fit really suited him, also making you flustered.

yeah, i can say the same about you , you muttered. stimming by moving around. there’s an awkward silence between you two until he takes your hand .

prom?

prom!

after the near death experience from the guilder . you two finally reach the hall, the hall of fun. the hall where the party starts. the night of yours lives. you two separate again. going to your designated friend group.

after talking , eating and dancing to music. you sightly get bored. i mean you’re having fun but something is off. the dj announces a slow dance to end the night. every couple get together as you sit on the bench awkwardly looking down, not noticing shinso sitting next to you

lame, isnt it . he spoke, getting your attention

yeah… super lame. you pouted pettily as you saw bunch of sappy couples, dancing and kissing. ugh!

let’s go. he spoke. taking your hand and dragging you but not to the dance floor but the …. rooftop?

peace and quiet. shinso sighed. you were right. parties arent my thing he smiled sheepishly

told you , you snickered. nudging him

you two watch the beautiful twilight sky. the setting was so serene and just perfect. he awkwardly shifts next to you. clearing his throat

so…. life . any plans other than pro hero stuff . he asked

after pondering for a moment, you answered with a simple nod. he waits for you to go on

well…. i guess i wanna start dating… maybe buy a place and hopefully be married? what about you.

nothing…. i never planned ahead and now…. i don’t know what i’m supposed to do.

well we’re still just bunch of dumb teens. we’ll figure it out eventually

yeah…. we will. he looks at you, smiling softly before leaning closer. his cheeks red, like the bow of his outfit. he chuckles awkwardly before finally getting the confidence to…..

“hey so. what recovery girl said. we sure do act like a couple, huh?” his voice dries out.

yeah and you sure were quick to deny it. like you’re offended by the idea of us two dating, you teased

i wasnt offended?! he protested.

i was just…. flustered because….

because…..? you leaned closer, smirking

shinso noticed that smirk , hiding his face in his palm and chuckles awkwardly.

you like me dontcha~

yes… he held your hand and brushes your cheek. til red and flustered. his body language awkward.

you were surprised by the sudden confession. chuckling with him. you were pretty flustered and just thinking about shinso as your boyfriend made you feel all warm and fuzzy.

will you date me? he asked.

you obviously nodded your head, speechless as you hugged him . you two lock eyes and leans in for a small kiss . a soft and gentle first kiss , the kind that gave butterflies. you guys cuddle in each other’s arms as you watched the sunset.

[itzynabi]

comeback

summary: in which eve doesn’t have a choice

set: 2 june 2023

warnings: panic attack and tears. angst central im so sorry 😭😭

word count: 2.9k

an: this is a little bit of an insight into eve’s life at jyp. i dont know jyp in real life so dont go thinking hes this horrible. he might be a really nice guy. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💐

eve’s masterlist

“There’s something I want to talk to you about,” Jinyoung said.

Eve nodded. “I figured.”

The two were in Jinyoung’s office, Eve standing in front of her producer’s desk. Jinyoung was seated in his chair, leaning against the back of it.

He gestured to the chair in front of her. “Don’t you want to sit down?”

“I’m good, thank you.”

Jinyoung watched her for a few beats. “I noticed that the streams for diary entries have been going up,” he noted.

“Yeah. MIDZY told me that they’re doing a streaming project this week for diary entries’ first anniversary.”

“They’re very motivated fans,” he complimented. “They always support you.”

Eve sighed, rubbing her temples. “Is there a reason I’m here? I have a dance practice to get to.”

“I see you’re still angry with me,” Jinyoung said, ignoring Eve. “You should get over it.”

“No, thank you,” Eve refused. “Just tell me whatever it is you want to sa–”

“Do you want to have a comeback?” Jinyoung interrupted.

Eve tilted her head. “What do you mean? We’re preparing for it right now.”

Jinyoung shook his head. “No, no, no. Do you want to have a comeback?”

Eve was silent as she slowly understood what he was saying. “A solo comeback?” She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m supposed to be focusing on ITZY,” she answered plainly. “That’s why I stopped MCing and that’s why I couldn’t do the drama. Besides, shouldn’t the members at least make their debut before I have a comeback?”

Jinyoung shook his head, leaning forward to place his forearms on his desk. “That’s not how this works.”

“Why not?”

“Because I said so.”

Eve sighed, putting her hands in her sweatpants pockets. “I don’t want a comeback,” she declared. “Not until the members have their debuts.”

“I think you should think about this more,” Jinyoung said. “Sleep on it and come to a de–”

“I don’t want to do it, Jinyoung! That’s my final answer.”

She stormed out of the room, ignoring Jinyoung’s shouts for her to come back.

Eve was on her way to the JYP building after talking to someone about using their building for one of her upcoming That’s So Evie episodes. She was in the backseat with Ari in the passenger seat and Jun, her driver, in the driver’s seat.

“Eve, I didn’t know you were having a comeback,” Jun said as he drove onto a bridge.

Eve looked up from the book she was reading. “What do you mean?”

“When you were talking with the building owner, the head of the concept team was joking saying I must forget about going on holiday because you’re going to be promoting,” Jun told Eve.

Eve looked at Ari, who was scrolling through her phone. Ari nodded slowly as she read a message. “Yeah, it’s true. You’re having a comeback, Eve.”

Eve ruffled around in her tote bag for her phone, immediately going to her chats when she found it.

that guy [18:23] It’s official. You’re having a comeback.

that guy [18:23] We’ll talk more about it when you get back to the company.

She read and reread those two messages, feeling rage fill her chest. Eve could feel Ari and Jun’s eyes on her, but ignored them as she shoved her earphones into her ears, blasting her music on the highest volume and closing her eyes.

Eve stayed like that until they reached the front of the company building. She didn’t wait for the car to come to a complete stop before she stormed out, ignoring Jun shouting in shock and leaving all her belongings. She walked quickly to Jinyoung’s office, only stopping to greet the people she passed on her way. Ignoring Jinyoung’s secretary’s instructions to wait outside, Eve pushed his door open, his secretary following her inside the room.

“What is your problem?” She asked him, watching as he closed his laptop and pushed it to the side of his desk. “I told you I didn’t want a comeback.”

“I decided to give you one,” Jinyoung said. He dismissed his secretary with a wave of his hand, waiting for her to leave and close the door behind her. “I don’t understand why you’re being so emotional.”

“Because it’s unfair! The other members would love to have this kind of opportunity, so why not give it to them? I mean, what happened in the past three days that made you just ignore what I said. I don’t want this!”

Jinyoung studied Eve. “Yes, you do. You want to be a singer and singers sing. This is what you signed up for.”

Eve’s hands shook with anger as she took a deep breath to calm herself down. “You very clearly don’t know what I want. All I want is for you to treat us equally and give us the same opportunities — something you seem to be incapable of doing. Please, can you not give me a comeback,” she pleaded.

Jinyoung was silent for a few seconds. He sat up in his chair, opening his laptop. “It’s going to be in September or October,” he told her.

“Oh my god,” Eve said softly, hanging her head. She looked up at him again, feeling defeated. “What’s the concept?” She asked.

“We’ll discuss that later. You can come up with your own ideas, or bring any songs you’ve worked on and we’ll decide from that.”

Eve nodded. “Can I leave now?”

Jinyoung smiled at her. “Yes, you can.”

Eve turned around, walking out of the room. When she left, she saw Ari leaning against the wall, waiting for her with two bags slung over her shoulder. Eve tipped her head at the hallway, silently telling Ari they could leave. They walked silently to the parking lot, Ari’s hand on Eve’s back the entire time.

Getting in the car, Eve slammed her door shut. She put her head on the dashboard of the car, resting it on her arm. Ari sat in silence with Eve, waiting for the younger girl to say something.

Blood pounded in Eve’s ears. Her heart thudded in her chest. Her hands shook. She inhaled shakily, trying to get air into her body. She repeated that two more times, drawing Ari’s attention.

“Eve?” Ari called out.

Eve brought her hands to her chest, clinging onto her shirt.

“Eve, what’s wrong? Look at me, please,” Ari requested.

Eve slowly lifted her head as she began hyperventilating, tears streaming down her face. Ari realised what was wrong, reaching to hold Eve’s unoccupied hand.

“Hey, copy me.” Ari began to take deep breaths. “That’s good. You’re doing great,” she complimented when Eve copied her. They kept doing that until Eve had slightly calmed down.

“Evie,” Ari began in a soft voice, “can you tell me what’s wrong?”

“They’re–” Eve paused to take a deep breath. “They’re gonna hate me.”

“Who’s gonna hate you? The fans? They’d never hate y–”

“The members,” Eve interrupted. “I’m alw– I’m always doing more stuff than them. They’re gonna hate me.”

Ari shook her head. “Remember what Dr. Park said? Your members don’t think of you like that, it’s just your brain feeding you lies, okay? Your members would never — could never — hate you. What have the members said about your solo schedules?”

Eve nodded slowly as she regulated her breathing. “That they’re not angry at me,” she said.

“And?” Ari prompted.

“That they understand some of them aren’t my choice. And they know I’d rather we all do solo schedules.”

“Yes. They said all that,” Ari said, wiping away Eve’s tears. “They’re not going to hate you,” she whispered one more time for good measure. “You don’t have to worry about that. Ever.”

Eve nodded. The two women sat in the car until Eve had properly calmed down. Ari passed her a granola bar to snack on.

“It’s all going to be okay,” Ari comforted once more as she shot Kibum a text to let him know that Eve might call him that night. She put her phone down on her lap, placing her hand on the steering wheel. “You okay to go home?”

Eve nodded. “Yeah. We can go.”

She put on her seat belt as Ari started the car and passed her her bag. Throughout the drive, Eve stared out the window, watching the buildings pass by in a blur. She was acutely aware of Ari sneaking glances at her every so often.

When they arrived at the apartment underground parking, Eve unbuckled her seat belt. She put her hand on the door handle.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Eve told Ari, voice soft.

Ari nodded, putting her hand on Eve’s thigh. “Call me if you don’t feel okay?”

Eve nodded. “Okay. I should also apologise to Jun oppa. Jumping out the car was not wise of me.”

“Don’t worry about him for now. Just take care of yourself tonight,” Ari instructed. “Are you going to tell the members about your comeback?”

Eve sighed. “Yeah.” She opened the door. “Might as well just get it over and done with.” She hopped out of the car, closing it and stepping back. “Bye, unnie.” She waved at Ari.

“Bye, Eve.”

Eve turned to walk into the building, not waiting for Ari to drive away because she knew her manager liked to see Eve enter the building before leaving. She pressed the button for the elevator, waiting for it to arrive before stepping in. After pressing her floor number, she slumped against the back of the elevator. Just as the doors shut, Eve felt a fresh wave of tears fill her eyes.

“What the hell?” She muttered, raising her hand to wipe away her tears. She used her jacket sleeve as tissue, trying her best to rid herself of her tears. Her shoulders shook as she cried, only slowing down as she got closer and closer to her floor.

By the time Eve got off the elevator, her tears had slowed again, with only two drops leaving her eyes every few seconds. She walked to her apartment door, taking a deep breath and wiping her face one last time before entering the code for the door.

Eve walked into the apartment, dragging her feet against the floor. She took off her sneakers and replaced them with slippers, holding the former pair of shoes in her hand.

“Unnie, is that you?” Yeji asked from the kitchen.

“Yeah,” she answered. Eve walked to the living room. She stood to the side of the couch for a few seconds before dropping everything that was in her hands and plopping herself forward onto the piece of furniture.

Ryujin and Lia came out of the latter girl’s room, laughing about something. Chaeryeong walked up to Eve, tapping her shoulder.

“Unnie, taste this filling,” Chaeryeong requested, holding the filling of a dumpling in her hand. “Yeji unnie said it tastes weird, but I think it tastes fine,” she explained. She waited a few seconds for Eve to raise her head, looking at Ryujin when she didn’t.

“Unnie?” Ryujin called out.

Eve groaned into the pillow in response, shrugging her shoulders as Chaeryeong tapped her again. She pushed herself off of the pillow, raising her head to look at Chaeryeong.

“What’s in the filling?” Eve asked.

Chaeryeong gasped, seeing the blotchiness on Eve’s face. “Unnie, what happened?” She quickly looked at Ryujin and Lia.

“We’ll worry about that later,” Eve waved her off, “I need to taste your food so we can eat dinner.” Chaeryeong struggled for words for a few seconds before giving Eve the food to taste. “It needs more salt and a little lemon juice,” she decided after swallowing.

“Okay, now we know that,” Lia said, sitting down next to Eve, “what’s wrong?”

“Where’s Yuna?” Eve asked.

“Fetching something from the other dorm,” Ryujin answered.

“Yeji unnie!” Chaeryeong shouted. “Come here!”

“Okay!” Yeji responded. She turned the stove to low heat before leaving the kitchen. “What’s up?” She asked in a cute voice, her demeanour changing when she saw Eve. “Unnie, what’s wrong?”

Eve gasped. “Do I look that bad? I feel like I don’t.”

“You look horrible,” Ryujin said in a soft tone.

“Thank you for your honesty.” Eve sniffled. “I need to blow my nose.”

Chaeryeong rushed to Yeji’s room, coming back with a box of tissues. She gave them to Lia, who handed Eve one. At that moment, Yuna came into the dorm.

“It took forever for me to find the potatoes,” she said as she entered the dorm. “It was hidden behind so many things in– What’s going on?” She asked, taking note of how her members were crowded around Eve with worried expressions on their faces.

“I’m having a comeback,” Eve announced now that Yuna was there. “Fun times, fun times.”

“A solo comeback?” Yeji asked.

Eve nodded. “Yeah, I, uh… I just got told today, so there’s that.”

“Okay, but why are you crying?” Ryujin asked, voice still soft, as she wiped away fresh tears that had begun to fall out of Eve’s eyes.

“Again?” Eve groaned. “I hate being emotional. Is my period coming?”

Yuna sat down next to Yeji in front of Eve. “You’re having a comeback?”

Eve sighed. “Yeah. He asked me a few days ago if I wanted one, and I said ‘No’ and I guess he didn’t care because I am having one.”

Yuna leant forward, wrapping her arms around Eve’s torso, the other members following suit and hugging her.

“How are you feeling?” Chaeryeong asked once they pulled apart, now sitting next to Ryujin.

Eve looked down at her lap, playing with her fingers.“Lost,” she answered. “I had a panic attack in the car, I broke down in the elevator and I started crying again now, which confuses me,” she said, a questioning expression on her face. “I’m also feeling… guilty,” she hesitantly admitted, knowing what her members were going to tell her.

“Why do you feel guilty?” Yeji asked, placing her hand in Eve’s lap to take hold of one of her hands. “We can all see that you don’t want this.”

She sniffled. “Yeah, but I still got it. And you guys didn’t.”

“We’ll have debuts when we have debuts,” Lia said. “You shouldn’t worry about that.”

“Worrying is all I do. It’s my default setting.”

“Did PD-nim not give you a choice?” Ryujin asked.

Eve shook her head. “I begged him not to give me a comeback and I got told that it’s happening in September or October. He doesn’t care about what I want.”

“I’m sorry, unnie.”

“It’s not your fault. It’s none of your guys’ faults.” She sighed. “It’s just… it’s just life, I guess.”

“It shouldn’t be like this, though,” Yuna said.

Eve shook her head. Inhaling deeply, she looked at her members. “Anyways, that’s my news. Um, don’t expect tears from me for the next… for the rest of the year, actually. I’m gonna go take a shower,” she said, standing up. “Being a businesswoman and getting venues is hard work.” She picked up her bag and went to her room. After collecting everything she needed, she went to the bathroom.

The members looked at the door until they heard the water start. Chaeryeong flopped against the couch as Yeji stood up.

“What are we going to do?” Lia asked. “She can’t keep being treated like this.”

“There’s nothing we can do,” Yeji said, shaking her head as she put her hands on her hips. “We’ve tried before and unnie still had busy schedules.”

Yuna continued looking at the bathroom door with a pout on her face. “This must be hard for unnie,” she commented sadly.

Ryujin clapped her hands. “She doesn’t want us to be sad,” she said. “She’d hate it if we were sad, so let’s just pretend we’re okay and then tomorrow we can try talk to PD-nim. Maybe this time he’ll listen.”

Lia nodded, feeling her heart break for her member. “She can’t have a comeback. She’ll overwork herself. Remember what happened last year?” She asked, referring to when Eve fainted.

“Let’s do Ryujinie’s plan then,” Chaeryeong said. “You know Eve unnie hates it when we’re upset, so let’s try be normal for tonight. It’s one of our day’s off, after all.”

Yeji nodded, biting her lip. “Let’s do it. For unnie’s sake.”

The members dispersed around the apartment: Yeji and Chaeryeong going back to the kitchen, Lia going to set the table and Ryujin and Yuna being assistant chefs. Eve exited the bathroom, going to her room to change before going to the kitchen.

“What are you making?” She asked, peeking over Yeji’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry,” Ryujin answered. “Go chillax, we got this.”

“I don’t trust your culinary skills enough to leave you unsupervised in the kitchen.”

Yeji nodded. “That’s fair.”

The members noted how Eve had seemingly gotten over her sadness, behaving just as she normally would.

“Unnie, are you okay, though?” Yuna asked, stopping cutting carrots.

Eve went to her youngest member, wrapping her arms around her shoulders. “I will be,” she answered. “Don’t worry.” She squeezed Yuna. Yuna nodded, placing a kiss on Eve’s cheek.

With that confirmation, everyone slowly began to act normally again. When they were done cooking and were seated at the table to cook, conversation flew seamlessly. Eve told them about the episode of That’s So Evie she was going to film and Chaeryeong told them about how Chaeyeon kept introducing her to people because she “didn’t have friends.” When they were done eating, Eve volunteered to do the dishes, with Lia helping.

“I’m gonna go retire to my room for the night,” Eve said once they were done. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight!”

“Goodnight, unnie,” Yeji said, the others echoing her.

tagging: @seolboba // @ateezivy // @ateezjuliet // @cafemilk-tea // @smh-anon // @alixnsuperstxr // @cosmicwintr // @girlzwfun // @txt-yaomi

©️ kim nabi

[aciesvirtus]

Don't Say No to a Man in Love? (Chapter 2 & 3)

A Legally blonde au for ohshc! One unfaithful day, just when Tamaki thinks Kyoya is going to get serious with him and take things to the next step, he breaks up with him! In order to win his love back, Tamaki follows Kyoya to Harvard, chaos ensues. (for plot purposes haruhi was never a part of the host club. im sorry :c)

Chapter 1!

Ao3 link for the full work!

Word Count : 3,427

Author's note: i am moving this fic to my main blog, and this is up on ao3 also! the links will up here somewhere :3

“WHAT???” Tamaki suddenly rose to his feet, again somehow, as he screamed in all caps; tears formed on his newly narrowed eyes.  

“I’m sorry, Tamaki..” Kyoya barely mumbled, looking down at the dish they were eating.  

With Tamaki’s yell, everyone also halted their dining. All the eyes were on them now. Tamaki swiftly looked around, trying to find a way to flee while not wanting to cause more big of a scene.  

“Don’t bother, Kyoya.” A final courage fueled his words as he started walking away.  

Kyoya watched his lover -now ex- walk away, he didn’t want to do this but he had to. He stuffed a bunch of cash below the napkin holder without thinking and got on his feet to try to catch up to Tamaki, however he was on the wind by that time.  

Tamaki had already called his driver while storming off and was waiting at a further point, away from the hotel. It was a rather long wait and even a sadder drive back home. He was torn to pieces, how could Kyoya do this? Tamaki loved Kyoya ever since he came to Japan. It was almost like he was his new home and shelter. They were destined for each other. It was so right to love Kyoya, Kyoya was almost like the perfect melody on the piano he’d play for his mother.  

He threw himself on his bed, ignoring everyone else in the house. Days passed, weeks passed making up an entire month.  

“He can’t possibly spend his entire life like this” Hikaru said, peeking through the door which wasn’t entirely closed since Tamaki couldn’t even bother to open a window and he needed air to exist.  

“Should we do something about it?” Kaoru crossed his arms and leaned on a kitchen counter right in front of the door that led to Tamaki’s room.  

Honey was sitting on the counter right next to Kaoru, with a cookie jar on his lap, he grabbed another cookie from the jar and calmly recommended “Maybe we can get him to go outside, to a party or something. It would be a nice change of pace for him!”   

Kaoru shrugged, Hikaru was still sneakily stealing glances at Tamaki who was rewatching the same taped Japanese shows that his dad brang him when he was a child and continuously weeping at the same scenes.  

Then Mori bursted inside the kitchen in a hurry, holding a newspaper. Everybody’s attention immediately turned to him as he showed an article.  

“No way..” Hikaru said as he read.   

“Oh, he can’t know this.” Kaoru added  

Honey gasped.  

Mori showed them a part of the gossip column, it was a some sort of announcement of an engagement. It was Kyoya and Renge Houshakuji. The former hosts recognized her in an instant. They’d never forget the day she sat on one of the couches as she declared herself as the fianceé of Kyoya, despite him never meeting her.  

“Can’t believe she finally got her way.” Hikaru giggled “You gotta admit, it is kinda funny. Me and Kaoru figured she gave up when she started that otaku club”  

The former hosts were stunned to say the least, seeing another former host leave them like this AND get engaged without telling them. Not to mention the obvious heartbreak he made Tamaki go through. They stared at each other for a while until Tamaki appeared behind them like a jumpscare.  

“Guys, I have a brilliant plan!” Tamaki was up and all smiley like he wasn’t the one that was dumped.  

The twins quickly hid the newspaper as Honey flew out of the counter, Mori rushing in front of Tamaki in full speed to cover up the twins.   Tamaki, of course being the most intelligent and observant of all, didn’t notice what was happening and started mumbling on and on about his ‘brilliant plan’.  

“So, if Kyoya wants someone serious, I’ll show him I’m serious!” Tamaki put his hand on chest in a way rich people annoyingly do to show off their superiority. “Gentleman..” His voice got more relaxed, a dark cloud surrounded him as his friends anxiously anticipated the rest of his plan.  

“I’m going to Harvard!” He announced, his brows furrowed as he posed like a knight, holding his imaginary sword up in the air.  

The former hosts looked at each other and back at Tamaki as one of the twins spoke “Tono, how the hell are you going to manage that?”   

Mori shut his eyes and crossed his arms in deep thought.   “You need a very high LSAT score, a good GPA and a banger essay!” The twins spoke in unison, numbering the requirements with their fingers.  

“That’s no easy job.” Honey chimed in, as he unwrapped a strawberry lollipop he magically happened to find.  

“I mean, does your dad even do business with Americans?” Kaoru put a finger on his chin in deep thought.  

“You could just bribe them or something, no?” Hikaru hit the same exact pose in front of his brother.  

“The essay shouldn’t be a huge problem for an author like moi.” Tamaki flipped his greasy blonde hair since he was too busy bedrotting for a month, it didn’t really sweep like he wanted it to.  

“Suure..” Hikaru and Kaoru narrowed their eyes as the slowly spoke.  

“Oh! Oh!” Honey raised his hand excitedly “Me and Taka-chan can tutor you!” He smiled even though it was one of his usual sweet smiles, a dark thunder suddenly appeared behind him. Tamaki gulped, these next months wouldn’t be easy with such disciplined friends as Honey and Mori at his neck but he had to do it! He was going to prove himself to Kyoya, he was going to show him that he is serious, seriously in love with him.   

Months passed with never ending determination and toughness. Though Tamaki gave up like a million times, Mori and Honey picked him right back up like a million times. Twins were excellent at annoying Tamaki to get back on track too.  

After a billion practice tests and scraped essays, Tamaki finally applied. Instead of clicking of the timer, it was pure emptiness and anxiety, anticipation, then it was checking the mail every day until one day that big letter arrived.   It didn’t take long for Tamaki to pack and fly right away, though the others couldn’t exactly follow suit but promised to come when they could arrange it.  

And there was, in a campus he imagined that would never cross his path. Not that it was impossible or hard, he just had no reason when the university his family literally owned existed.  

One thing was sure however, it was a new adventure and a new opportunity, and possibly a brand new life.  

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It was a beautiful autumn morning, Tamaki had finished moving into his new dorm. He was all excited, as he was yapping to himself or humming melodies, trying to get ready. Now that he got into Harvard, all he had to do was show himself off to get Kyoya’s attention back. 

He wore a suit for some reason, with a sparkly blazer. Though thank god it was all soft lavender, so he didn’t hurt anyone's eyes. As a bonus, it was a cute throwback to highschool.

He was finally done with doing his hair a million times instead of rolling out normally because “his perfect hair places itself perfectly” as he used to say

Tamaki was now insecure. Everything he had before no longer felt enough, he had to be the best and his natural flamboyant personality wasn’t just cutting it anymore.

It took him a few hours and a half to leave the dorm room. Tamaki could feel all the stares on him as he walked the halls and through the campus. Of course, that was to be expected, he was drenched in sparkles. For once, he didn't enjoy being himself. He always had this profound confidence, and love for himself despite everything he endured. It was kinda stupid how he felt like this over a man, considering the time when he went through hell as a teenager with his family issues.

He, then, decided to fake it.He walked, his steps more confident, his usual stupidly charming smile on his face. As he continued to roam the halls, trying to get to class, he spotted Kyoya. He was walking from the opposite direction.

As they got closer, Tamaki immediately smiled wider, casually raising a hand to greet Kyoya ''Hi, Kyoya'' his voice got cheerful as the words left his lips.''I forgot you go here.'' he said in a cocky tone.

''Tamaki.'' Kyoya responded. ''I thought you were attending Ouran, last time we talked you said Harvard was too bothersome for you.''

''Well, turns out it wasn't. It was pretty easy too.'' Tamaki puffed his chest slightly,then put his hands in his pockets.

''Oh? Is that so?'' Kyoya said, Tamaki hated how he sounded, so uncaring, so distant, so cold... It was like Kyoya was a frozen statue.

''Yeah, catch up with you tonight? Very important club meeting, wouldn't want you to miss it.'' Tamaki tried to sound casual however the sparkles in his eyes begging for approval betrayed him.

Kyoya didn't reply, he simply parted his lips as if he was going to say something.It was then Tamaki started rambling, trying to catch Kyoya on what he missed out on. After a good 10 minutes, Tamaki remembered that he had to go to class. With a genuine smile, he excused himself. 

It felt as if they never broke up in the first place, he just rambled on and Kyoya listened. No matter how Kyoya seemed distant, there was something in his gaze, Tamaki thought. He still loved him, right?

Things didn't really go well for Tamaki for the rest of the day, he even got kicked out from his first class ever. All thanks to Renge, of all people. He didn't even know she was attending Harvard too? She had that wretched smile on her face when she showed him no mercy, all because he was distracted? None of this made sense to Tamaki, sure he knew Renge never actually liked him. She always thought he was a 'phony prince' and that he was a shame to the host club, and that he lacked the depth for it.Though, last time he checked when Renge opened her own club, the otaku club, this was all behind them. They were on good terms, he remembered so. 

Eventually, the evening arrived. He wandered around aimlessly again. Though he noticed something during his stroll, Kyoya and Renge? Renge was latched onto Kyoya's arm, and Kyoya didn't appear to mind it. He just stood there, nodding and smiling. All Tamaki could do was sit on a bench and stare, with tears forming in his eyes.

''Hey, are you okay?'' The girl next to her spoke, he hadn't noted her presence earlier.

Tamaki turned his head to the direction she was seated to get a good look of her, she had short brown hair that barely made it to her neck and big beautiful brown eyes and she was eerily similar. Tamaki had seen her before, but couldn't make out from where.

''Oh, I'm alright.'' Tamaki regained his composure as he voiced, with his usual charming smile painted back on his face. After a minute of awkward silence, he finally asked the question that circled in his mind ''Do I know you from somewhere?''

The girl tilted her head and put a finger on her chin, thinking. ''No, but you do appear similar.'' Then, she smiled and raised her hand for a handshake ''I'm Haruhi, Haruhi Fujioka.''

Tamaki swiftly returned her handshake, then softly put his other hand on the hand he shaked a second ago. ''I'm Tamaki, Tamaki Suoh.'' he introduced himself back freshly.

''Suoh?'' Haruhi tilted her head again. ''Oh, you were the Chairman's son?''

Tamaki froze momentarily ''You attended Ouran Academy?'' he asked, his tone of voice louder than intended.

''Yeah, I was the scholarship student'' Haruhi explained, with a grin. She looked so pretty when she smiled, Tamaki noticed.

The scholarship student wasn't a boy? Tamaki pondered for a second, confused. ''I thought you were a guy.''

Haruhi laughed ''No, I am a girl. But does it really matter?''

Tamaki seemed to take a slight offense to that ''I.. care..'' he mumbled.

''I'm sorry, what was that?'' Haruhi raised a brow, but her smile was still on her face.

''Nothing!'' Tamaki blushed, his cheeks a very soft pink as he shook both of his hands dismissively.

''You're funny.'' Haruhi commented. ''It's unfair how that girl treated you back there, but you have to watch your back. It's kind of brutal out here.''

A light bulb shined on Tamaki's head, Haruhi was a law major too?

As Tamaki was still thinking to himself, Haruhi continued to talk ''Y'know, she is very familiar too. I think I've seen her around in Ouran, do you know her?''

Tamaki snapped out of his thoughts ''Oh, yes I do. She kinda tried to become my club's manager at one point?'' He said sheepishly ''Though, after some unfortunate events we decided that she was on her own.''

''Oh, I see.'' Haruhi hummed.

Tamaki suddenly decided that he wanted to dump his entire highschool lore here and now. He suddenly started to talk about Kyoya and him, Renge and her whole deal,how he ended up in Harvard and how much of a failure he felt like he was.

Haruhi listened, and she appeared to be somewhat annoyed by the fact that the weird stranger she met a second ago suddenly dropped his entire life story; however Tamaki didn't quite pick up on it.

''That's rough...'' was all she could add to this. She really couldn't relate to his rich and stupid struggles. ''Well, if you need help with classes and stuff, you can find me around.'' She remarked and got up, the wind brushed on her hair.

Tamaki stared at her for a while as she got up. ''O-okay..'' He stuttered, so many emotions were shaking up inside his brain. He watched as Haruhi walked away, his eye went for Kyoya and Renge who were still standing in the same exact spot. Unfortunately, they were standing near the path to his dorm so he had to walk past them. He also got up, accepting his faith.

He took slow and steady steps, his head low, his hands in his pockets. As he was relatively past them when Renge called out for Tamaki. He turned to his back to notice that Kyoya wasn't with her and the group that was talking to her.

''Hey, Tamaki!'' She said in a fake cheery voice.

''Hello.'' Tamaki greeted her back.

''I'm throwing a party tonight, it's a costume party.'' There was that wicked smile again but the idiot, Tamaki, didn't see through it. ''You should come!'' Renge invited, later telling him when and where it was.

''I'll try to swing by.'' Tamaki said to the offer, and grinned. He swiftly turned to his back and back to the direction he was walking in.

He walked in the emotions whirlwinding inside, however he was to some extent happy about the offer. He had a lot of questions, and a man to win back. This surely was an opportunity.

[stitchthesewords]

I see your tags about the rendubs divorce arc + Ren running off with Bdubs' ex + Bdubs declaring himself king because he can do it better, and I hear you loud and clear

But I am now here with a counter offer, aka you got my thoughts spinning and this relates to a fic I started but never finished because writing angst makes me too sad. (this ask that ended up way longer than I thought it would oops)

What if renthubs polycule (or some flavor of poly hermits i'm not picky) where the three need some time to mentally recover and process the whole king arc. Ren goes to Doc, Etho goes to his single player world and Bdubs goes to Empires.

Doc ends up helping Ren get through his anxieties and fears after being king, including his dynamic with all the people in the rebellion and the feeling that his friends and partners would hate him for everything, which is of course not actually true. And I think that Ren is the type of guy to process things relatively quick and be able to bounce back. So once he is more stable, he follows everyone to empires.

Bdubs runs away through the rift and declares himself a god on Empires, which shows you about how well he is (not) coping with everything. To me, he is the type to loudly declare that he's over it, but he ends up festering the emotions, particularly when no one else is really talking about the king anymore. He's fine, why wouldn't he be fine, he's a god. (side eyeing joel here as well after dl)

Then Etho. Hmm. I think he isn't as bothered by it by the other two but I'm not 100% sold on that either. There has to be a certain melancholy to knowing your partners aren't in the best headspace and not really being able to do much about it. And the guilt about fighting against them and having to be part of the group to kill them. The third life memories would have to be coming in at full force. It may be lower stakes on hermitcraft but I don't think that matters when the memories are that emotionally charged.

I think that in the chaos of the empires collab and then the start of a new year with new projects and tcg and everything, the three don't really get a chance to sit down and talk. Bdubs is hiding away in the monolith drafting up visions of another grand castle base. Etho and Ren see each other more often with tcg matches and, through a number of casual interactions surrounded by other hermits, decide that maybe it would be time to talk. And there wouldn't be a better excuse to talk than a big project.

So the boat race idea is born. Etho and Ren go out to the ice spikes and scope it out. They end up around a fire made of some spare wood and end up talking well into the night. It starts out with plans and slowly ends in a heart to heart, where they finally express their struggles with everything and their commitment to each other going forward. They fall asleep cuddled together in a sleeping bag under the stars.

And bdubs is still festering. He doesn't stop long enough to realize. His days are filled with planning and designing and gathering materials. He works himself to exhaustion so he is too tired to think about who and what he is missing. He's fine. He builds a throne room.

Em you have no idea how insane this ask made me I am. HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

GOD! GOD! You are soooooooo right about how they would each react and recover/not recover tbh. And its like - Ren isn't 100% but he's like. He's getting there and being up and moving around will help him out - and Bdubs just. HHHHH Bdubs throwing himself into his work to hide from his woes while putting on the 'I'm FINE! ACTUALLY!!!" im ill. And Etho just having. No clue really god bless him he's looking between the two of them and trying to figure out what the best way to approach everything is.

GOD and then the way you thought about rentho bonding and finally talking bc of the TCG and then going out to build the boat race while bdubs unknowingly is festering back home im hhhhhhh. I am normal about this i am so normal. [They should. play clocks against each other in the tcg where they bond. For no reason. ]

Imagine coming back from having a boat race and doing fun stuff out in the ice to find bdubs having completely thrown himself into an insane task without break and its like. you've gotta figure out how to approach it he cant just fester but he's closed off and hiding behind work to not have to address his feelings. I am normal I am feeling soooooooooooooooooooo normal.

[pookapufferfish]

this ended up really long ack

1. first time i came across you was pansear doodles' shanonigan series... nicenon 🫵 honestly didnt really have any strong opinions on you? only really took a chance to look at your blog a bit later when you liked and reblogged a couple of my posts and i got curious you seemed like a sweet person! i dont think i followed you til a few weeks after that because i used to be super picky with who i followed and didnt want to crowd my dashboard. yeah that mindset went out the window i think i decided to stick around because you put up with my chaos and askbox invasions and holding one of your characters for ransom and then proceeding to forcibly adopt them and at some point you followed me back and i remember that day because i was SO happy all day and may or may not have gone around telling people that one of my favorite artists had followed me back and i was going mildly insane

2. my current impression of you? you're like.. unofficial tumblr big sibling sort of person it feels really weird actually saying that but i dont know ack you're just. the sweetest kindest person ive met on here and you are always there when i have random stupid questions or just want to say hi or feel like bothering someone for no reason. and you just. feel real you feel like a real person with real feelings and real problems and i generally suck at empathy but almost all of your vent posts i feel like "damn wait no i get that" and i would kill for you

3. you are pooka. in my brain. you are stuck forever as pooka

4. fidget and spectrum of colors!! they're both so shaped...

5. put yourself first. you dont have to make everyone happy, you dont have to be friends with everybody, you dont have to put up with anything you dont want to.

6. mmmmm mangoes. and warm bread.

7. apparently dusty got this one correct so im just going to say that you give off tall person vibes to me hgfghjm

8. slugcat shrink ray go!!!

9. chinchilla. you have been declared chinchilla and you now are stuck as chinchilla you are the fuzziest chinchilla of all chinchillas

10. um. uh. um. ...the first 42 digits of pi are 3.14159265358979323846264338327950288419716

Wuh?!? I never knew you found me through nicenon svavavfava. I am glad I can be the Tumblr big sibling

Dbsgaghagdua mangoes and chinchillas will be a constant

This is a really sweet answer to my post, thank you

[bugsinthebayou]

this is an official request for rambles abt ur turtle ocs

OKAY SO

first: Levina

a black-knobbed map turtle. she fights with a kusarigama, and im thinking of making her ninpō being invisibility, maybe? shes named after Levina Teerlinc. i didnt wanna break up the naming theme of the turtles. she and mikey are the same size and age. shes very excitable. she and mikey get along really well. they spar quite often, and their weapons getting tangled is a common occurrence. once she starts talking its hard to get her to stop. when it comes to battle, she likes to jump in without forethought, and messes around to make the fight last longer for fun.

its only a few months after she and the mad dogs meet when they offer her a mask. its in the main area of the lair. mikey holds it up to her with a grin. the other turtles are behind him, also excited. she accepts immediately and puts it on as fast as she could. pink really suits her. its her favorite color, afterall.

second: Atlas

a leatherback sea turtle. she fights with a sort of spear or trident, not sure yet. i dont know what her ninpō would be. she doesnt follow along the naming theme. shes as old as the older twin. shes slightly shorter than raph, but still growing and will one day be bigger than him. she doesnt talk much. she'll say something if she deems it necessary (orders, questions, requests), but usually prefers to remain silent. even in those moments she keeps her words to a minimum. she obverses the world around her, and analyzes the words and actions of people (friends or enemies). atlas likes to have a read on who someone is deep down. she prefers having plans before fighting, and when fighting she tries to end it quickly. she doesnt get along extremely well with any of the turtles like levi does with mikey, but she enjoys their company.

she is offered a mask at one point. its in the training room. the lights are low, like she prefers. shes meditating. raph, only raph, kneels behind her, holding out a hand. he says nothing, but she knows hes there anyway. atlas turns to look at him and his offering. she pushes herself forward a bit, enough to reach him. she brings her claws up and gently closes raph's fingers around the turquoise fabric in his palm. "not yet," she whispers. she isn't close enough to the turtles to wear such a symbol of kinship. raph nods, and leaves her to her meditation.

backstories!!

so the stuff with lou draxums lab happen as normal, only the four boys are mutated, and lou escapes with them.

in the chaos, draxum manages to retrieve just enough ooze to mutate two more turtles

he takes a few weeks to get a stable-enough living situation, and then hunts down two turtles.

a black-knobbed map turtle, and a leatherback sea turtle.

he mutates them, and starts rasing them.

he waits until theyre a bit younger than the mad dogs are in the short "turtle tots" to start training them

atlas takes to it quickly. she likes the adrenaline rush it gives

levi doesnt enjoy the serious part of it. she prefers spars that are more for fun

when theyre roughly 9/10, draxum takes them to the hidden city for the first time.

during this trip, levi gets lost, and draxum n atlas are unable to locate her

now heres where is gets a bit unclear for levi.

im not sure exactly what happens to her. ive played around with some ideas and i think her being adopted by a battle nexus champion might be interesting? not sure, but its on the table. sometime during this levi finds out shes actually a girl

atlas is distraught at the loss of levi, and her skill during training drops drastically.

draxum is faced with two choices.

let atlas take a break and comfort her through their loss, or order her to toughen up and increase training.

he ultimately decides to let atlas mourn, letting her train on her own accord.

she gets back into the swing of things roughly a year after levi goes missing.

when shes 13-ish she marches up to draxum and declares that she is, infact, a girl, and that he cant stop her from being one.

they meet sometime in s2. atlas is still living with draxum after his redemption, and levi's. doing whatever it is shes doing.

technically atlas has known the mad dogs longer than theyve known levi, but due to atlas' reserved nature, they arent as good friends

[perceivedregret]

no more pain, except im lying

pt 4 of so it goes. i'm happy to say i've been consumed. rip my other wips tbh /: you can start from the beginning on my ao3 if you'd like. for now, here's pt4

Steve was thankful when he didn’t actually die the first time.

Now he kind of wishes he would have stayed dead.

He looks around, sees the way they’re all surrounded. Hopper stands by the cabin’s door as they all get meticulously taken down by the Suits one by one, their weaknesses being used in full force against them. Steve musters up what little bit of energy he has left and begs for Dustin and Max to run. Those brats have been through enough, they don’t need to see this happen to the three of them, not again.

Everything goes dark as he feels himself burn up from the inside, the injection coursing its way through his body until he can’t do anything but let it completely take him under.

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"Come on! Stop worrying and just think about how cool this is going to be on the way over. Guys, back me up."

Dustin jingles the keys to Steve's car, holding it up near his face with a wide enough smile to make Steve's own face ache. The keys slip from his grasp and Steve instinctively reaches out to catch them, moving so quickly he disrupts the still air.

"Holy shit," Lucas, Will, and Mike gasp, eyes and mouths hanging open comically wide. Steve tries to limit his abilities, always trying to maintain a semblance of normality to their lives as often as he can, so to catch him slipping up is its own surprise.

"Watch it," he mutters, quick glance at the keys to make sure he didn't accidently bend them. "Last time you dropped these I ended up without a house key and had to climb in through the window."

Dustin's smile somehow gets wider as the back of his hands slap the arms of those closest. "I'm never gonna get used to that, holy shit. But whatever, think about it!" He's already shouldering his backpack and heading towards the door that leads to the garage, doesn't bother to look back to make sure the rest are following. "When has anyone ever had the opportunity to take a picture with their own headstone!”

“God, Henderson, I’d hope not ever. Why are you so fucking geeked about this, you twerp. Shouldn’t you be in like, mourning, or something.” He doesn't know why he's following him because he really shouldn't be entertaining this idea. Hopper would probably end up actually killing him if they got caught since he declared him dead a little over three weeks ago, and he doesn't think the guy would be all that opposed to making it happen this time.

“That's the awesomeness of this because you're not really dead. We did all our crying and grieving when we thought you died the first time when Heather snapped your neck. But then you woke up! You die-but-not-really-die a second time and it kinda loses its effect. Except with death number two you now have a headstone! You’re like Han, except less frozen in carbonite and just frozen at nineteen forever.” 

Mike scoffs behind them. "I didn't cry, did you cry?" He stage whispers. Steve rolls his eyes.

"I don't know." Will shrugs, fingers fidgeting with the buttons and knobs on Jonathan's camera that hangs over his shoulders. "I mean, I shed a tear. I think."

"Oh, fuck off," Dustin mutters, beelining straight for the passenger side.

When they get to Steve's car and are face to face from opposite ends of their respective doors, Dustin smiles so genuinely that Steve can’t bring himself to be the buzzkill. If he's honest with himself the idea does sound kinda cool, but he can’t let Dustin know that. Undead superhuman vampire or not, he needs to work on toning down this kid's damn ego.

“Han huh… that’s the cool dude who’s best friends with bigfoot and has the really fast spaceship, right?”

Dustin’s smile immediately drops, the other three bemoaning as they slip into the back seat.

“He did not just call Han Solo the cool dude with the fast spaceship," Lucas groans, slipping in behind the driver's side.

“Bigfoot? Bigfoot?!” Mike sputters, exasperated.

Dustin’s head drops, chin dropping to his chest so fast Steve can hear his neck crack. His head snaps back up, hands coming up as he taps his pointer fingers together. “First off– Han Solo is one of the greatest leaders of the Rebel Alliance. He helped fight for the freedom of the entire galaxy against the Galactic Empire. Okay, that man is a hero, a bad ass… The best smuggler!”

Steve tilts his head, corners of his mouth downturning as he considers the compliment.

“Oh!” Dustin snaps his fingers before his hand slaps the roof of the car. “He gets the girl!”

Steve’s eyes slip shut at the start of Mike cackling in the back seat. “So... he’s not like Han.”

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there's more to this part, catch the rest on my ao3

[issi-loves-dannyric]

Here- Embry Call fanfic

I'm trying to figure out where this is going, so this is where I'm at. Please give me some advice

"What's going on with you?" This is the first text I see from embry. When I get into the house, laying on my bed, I shove my face into my pillow, sighing. It was a bad idea to do it, but honestly, it felt good. Rolling over, I grab my phone to respond:

"He brought it, and we thought it would be a good idea to do it at the beach. It felt amazing; it helped get rid of test anxiety." I type out before hitting send. Knowing him, he will at least get upset at the fact "he made me do it." If I didn't want to do it, then I wouldn't think of it, and it's simple. Im probably getting upset mainly because embry doesn't trust me and thinks I'm incapable of taking care of myself. Shoving the thought aside, I take my time getting ready since I no longer have tests. Walking up to my laptop, I look through my emails and look at colleges in Washington. Looking at Seattle University, I scheduled a tour; my grades have been good, so it would be pretty easy for me to get scholarships. As well as the fact I'm living with my single dad. 

picking up my phone from the bed, I open my messages from Christian,

-Morning, my love; going to work today but will text you on my breaks

smiling, I reply, "Morning, baby; when are you off next? I'm planning to visit a college in Seattle and want you to come." Hit send; I look around my room. The clothes I had washed are now sitting in a basket waiting for me to put them away, and the floor is dirt from not being mopped well enough. Tossing my phone back into the bed, I grab my basket folding every piece I pick up until I reach the end, shoving each part into its respective place. Stepping down the stairs, Bella comes in with papers looking up at me, "Looks like we're graduating together in two weeks." She says, making me smile widely, taking the form from her and going upstairs. Putting on my shoes, I make my way back down the stairs, taking the keys from the table to rub them in the pack's faces while some still have to be in school. 

~

Getting to Emily's, I shut the truck door, making my way to the house with the paper still in hand. I did not bother to knock, knowing no one did, when they came in, looking at the table where Jared, Jake, and Seth sat, looking at me crazy. "Fuck you bitches; I'm graduating." I declare while shoving it in Jake's face, who rolls his eyes and takes it from me. 

"What's going on?" I hear Sam ask from behind me. Looking over my shoulder, I see embry following behind him. 

"Im officially graduating early," I reply with a grin before embry latches his arms around my shoulders, pulling me into a hug. 

"So you have an idea what you will do next?" Sam asks when we pull apart

"Kind of," I pause while leaning against Jake now, "I plan to visit a college in Seattle with Christian soon. Hopefully, they will give me scholarships with my grades and having a single parent." I explain, causing everyone to look up, slowly realizing I brought Christian up and leaving Forks. "My fault," I say, wincing when embry trembles slightly. Feeling a vibration in my pocket, I pull out my phone to see a text from Christian, perfect timing. Reading it, he's asking if I will officially graduate with Bella and if he could do it this Saturday. 

'Yeah, I'm officially graduating, so you must wear a suit and have the whole day off.' I quickly reply before looking at the group again, who seems to be back into their conversations except for embry, who I guess left while I was texting. "I got to head out; ill see you guys at my graduation, right?" I question everyone currently in the room, earning nods.

"I'll see you guys later," I state while hugging Seth's head to me since he was the closest, and I know he doesn't have a problem with me hugging him. 

~

The rest of the night, I spent on the phone with Christian, cleaning my room, and spending the next two days with Christian, going to the rez to hang out with the pack while they played soccer, and figuring out what I wanted to do with myself. Thankfully, today's Saturday means I get to go on the college tour with my love. Putting on a hoodie Christian gave me, I grabbed the bag he bought on our first date. Instead of taking the truck, I go in his car since it is more comfortable. 

I'm not writing it because I'm lazy and don't want to. I would if I had energy-

"You thinking about a major?" I hear Christian question, still focusing on the road before us.

"I am thinking astronomy for now," I reply, leaning my head against the side, slightly tired from walking all day. I suddenly felt a warm hand on my thigh, putting mine over his, barely holding it, letting myself drift in and out of sleep. 

Suddenly Christian is forced to make a hard stop, my eyes shooting, seeing us fishtailing into some guy in the middle of the road...fuck, this isn't a human.

A/N, lemme know if you want me to keep Christian or if you like where it's going so far. This is on wattpad

[theyluvlyss]

just saw that u watched atsv, and I've been wanting to rant to somebody about it for so LONG. Im curious about your thoughts on it tho, mind sharing?

𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧...

you've unlocked one of lyssa's mile long tangents. prepare to crumble under my wrath of fangirl-ism. to lie buried beneath the wreckage of my infinite declarations. and to suffocate amongst my many, many convictions /ᐠ○⩊○マ~ !

no, but fr, this may be a lot, so I apologize in advance for the length. however, I'll organize all of my thoughts into cute little sections for you and the others who may read this, if that helps any :).

oh, and short disclaimer, the following is my own opinion. I want to remind y'all not to take whatever I say so seriously/to heart. if you don't like what I have to say/think, then just scroll on and go about your day. no hate needed. and, if you'd like to discuss more in depth, dms are always open (I love to talk😻).

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𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 :

I give the movie a solid 8.5/10. the only reason it's not a full 9-10/10 is because of two things;

a.) the pacing was crazy, like, it kind of overstimulated me? not in a bad way, exactly, but it definitely made it hard for me to focus while being slung through, like, ten different emotions every ten seconds. so much so, that when the movie ended, I felt nothing💀 (I was mad/hype/in my feels later, ofc) but like... after everythingggg, I felt very numb and needed a second longer than usual to recollect.

b.) everyone needed to take several high dose chill pills. like, am I the only one who feels as though certain character arcs/developments were erased? and that everyone needed to just sit tf down and t a l k fr? idkidk, don't press me✋🏽😃✋🏽.

other than that, solid movie and I'm so, so, excited for the next one, and I can't wait to start writing fanfic and make a spider-sona (or two...or three or four or five💀-).

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𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐬/𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 :

the soundtrack is so fire !! straight heat🔥, not one bad track, just banger after banger fr😻😆. when I give it my second watch (cuz no, I didn't watch it again yesterday like I said, I got busy, it's halloweekend, give me a break lol), I'll definitely list some of my faves from the track.

to be honest, though, I don't know what I expected. of course atsv had some heat. so did the first movie ! so I expect beyond the spider-verse to deliver again.

visuals... they ate down for the most part, I was totally expecting that. I only have one, eensy-weensy little pet peeve, and that's the way gwen's world/coloring is done. personally, it's just not my cup of tea, I didn't really vibe with it, which made it hard for me to enjoy a lot of her home world/dimension scenes. and ofc, it's just my opinion. if you liked it, awesome. I don't expect to start something or like... have the whole artstyle be changed, that's not what I'm saying.

I just wasn't messing with it, and that's totally okay :). everyone else was *💋* perfect, and my faves definitely had to be our miles' (y'know, 1610!miles) dimension, pavitr's, hobie's... okay, so, basically, everyone else's but gwen's (y'all are going to start to notice a theme here, btw🥴💀). but, if anyone has some niche facts or interpretations on why her world was colored as such, I'd love to hear them :).

now onto the good stuff >:3...

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𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 :

I- *crying about him every second of the day*...

poor boy needs a break, bro, like... (minus the spider-duties, ofc) I was deeply/heavily relating to his struggles. having all of these different things running through your mind at once, all things imperative for a good future/outcome. and then the constant stress of worrying about/for all of this different shit. especially the family bits, him just trying to do right by them but also needing s p a c e hit home mad hard😭.

and then, omg, all of these people telling him all of these different things... how he, A TEENAGE BOY, has to make all of these life altering (some life ending) choices for MULTIPLE realities, including his own ?? have the adults in the building (movie) lost they whole entire minds?! anyways, sorry, lemme chill out. this is supposed to be about miles💀.

as usual, I loved him and his personality like, truly resonated with this awkward swag vibe he has going on (and have since the first movie) and I just-...

he's pookie, fr, and I wish the world and the ppl who claim to love him in it so deeply would act like such😭💋. and he was so, so, so real for dissing peter (b. parker) every time he'd try to talk because bro, he was such a snitch, idcidc💀. and then real again for the whole, "everyone keeps tryna tell me how my story is supposed to go. Nah... i'ma do my own thing." line, like yesss king, go off✨️.

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𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐰𝐞𝐧 :

she-... ouuu...

y'all, I can't express how much this lil' girl got on my nerves. not to say that I don't understand, I do, trust. but it's not an excuse. and oh my days, did she make me cringe like... she gives me sheltered person vibes, which I was gonna say isn't her fault, but it kinda is when she shut herself out from the whole world willingly😭. again, I understand why, but she set herself up doing that. on top of being so stereotypically white?

no offense, but I audibly gasped when she called mr. and mrs. morales by their first names😃. like girl🥴- ! and then this whole, "I like you but actually lol no I don't because I'm lowkey with hobie, but no, I'm not." thing she's doing with miles? either miss girl is terrible at social cues, orrrr😗... she's an ass🤷🏽‍♀️. sorry but that wasn't cute, like if I were miles, I would just have to let gwen go, I mean, she even said it herself;

"in every universe, gwen stacy falls for spider-man... and in every other universe, it…doesn’t end well.”

like girl, if that's what you believe, then quit it with the, "you might have a chance with me but probably not, let's find out." vibes you're radiating, please😭🙏🏽. like, throwing the whole spider-verse off balance because, "i JuSt wAnTeD tO sEe hIm aGaIn x'0 !" when she literally knew and AGREED that she shouldn't have ever gone to see him again in the first place (because it's not like miles knew she had the ability to come see him whenever, so she should've just kept it that way) was such a foul move, bro...

anyway, I'm done dragging her, because on the flip side...

gwen deserved so much better from her father. sure, he came around towards the end, but where was the unconditional love and support that a parent is supposed to give, regardless of anything else? like, I was wholeheartedly shook to my core when gwen told him she was spider-girl, and his response was to arrest her.

sir...?! if it were me, I'd take all my shit from my room and never speak to that man again. like, oh 'ight, that's how you feel? I'm out here essentially doing your job after having to deal with the murder of my best friend (which you blamed me for, mind you !) and you want me in jail? still?? even after finding out I'm your lil' princess baby girl a.k.a. your daughter, bitch ???

sorry, but I'll say it again, my dad would never see me again 'cept when I'm busy being spider-girl on the tv😹. and just in general, poor gwen fr, like, I truly felt it when spider-woman swooped into the scene in the start of the movie, and gwen's immediate response was to go, "can you adopt me?" and like, sure, "sHe wAs jOkInG/bEiNg aWkwArD" but, coming from a girl who wished she'd had better parents...

that was not a joke, she fully meant that shit, you're not changing my mind😹🥴. anyways, all in all, I have very 60/40 feelings about gwen. sixty being my dislike, forty being my like (or, more accurately, understanding of her person regardless of my dislike).

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𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 :

let's just acknowledge that she's voiced by the queen, ms. issa rae😻 !!! like she ate down, I don't care what anyone has to say. now, onto her actual character, she was so honorable for taking gwen in. like wow, I wish someone would swoop into my life, via sick motorcycle and sweet webs, and snatch me up into a better life🤩. and then further advocating for her (gwen) and her actions throughout the movie, even though it was risky?

she's so amazing (as all spider-people tend to be, harhar, puns). and yes, it was unfortunate when she couldn't do much for gwen upon miguel finding out what had been done and yada-yada, but she did all she could/agreed to/said she would do. She stood on her word, and that's all that matters🤷🏽‍♀️.

honestly, I don't have much on her except for the fact that I remember thinking she was pretty sick, so yeah :).

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𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 :

um, I don't... dislike him, I guess? but I definitely don't like him, nor am I attracted to him. I kind of don't get/understand that, but to each their own.

b u t... I do wanna say one thing because I hope that once I do say it, I start seeing a bit of a change/more of it...

I've read some miguel fanfiction, both before and after watching the movie. not saying I scoured the depths of tumblr for it or anything, read every last piece of writing on him there is to exist. that's not the case. but, from what I have read, y'all didn't get his character right imo. some aspects, sure, but his whole persona has been completely misconstrued. misinterpreted.

he's not this extra stoic, leader, jason todd-type/esque dude. to me, that man gave awkward and anti-social. I'd even go as far as to say he might've been a little autistic coded, but again, as always, that's just me ✋🏽😗✋🏽. and sure, yes, there was stoic behavior, which comes along with being rather awkward and potentially on the spectrum. and I'm not at all denying that he's a badass, he totally is.

but outside of that, and outside of him being super aggro towards miles, any scene of him was either him keeping to his lonesome unless absolutely necessary. self-isolating (which can be moreso due to trauma/other mental troubles rather than autism), and wanting nothing to do with anything he wasn't comfortable with (and I definitely wanna say he didn't want to be leader of anything/in a position of power, that's just how shit lined up for him, and it's just like... what can you do🤷🏽‍♀️?).

he was consistent with his information, both giving it and explaining deeper. he didn't like to be interrupted while doing so. and there was that one moment where talking to lyla (lila? lyla?¿) where he said something like, "do the explaining thing that do you do."

"what thing?"

"wha-😃? what do you mean, 'what thing?' the information explain-y thingy😐🤨."

and it's not even the only time where him and lila have had this awkward (but cute, ngl) dynamic with each other. anyways, whatever, I could just be talking out of my ass and being contradictory (becauss he is stoic but he isnt but he is-?¿), but-

I need/wanna see more awkward and introverted miguel content, not so much no-nonsense and hella apathetic...

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𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚 (𝐥𝐲𝐥𝐚?¿) :

someone tell me how to spell her name so I can do her proper justice lol🙏🏽.

but anyways, I like her a lot :D. I mean, I know we barely see her, but just from her fit, voice/lil valley girl accent, and vibes alone...

oh yeah, we'd be besties if we ever met, I just know it. lila is so cool and I hope she plays a bigger role in beyond the spider-verse😻.

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𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 :

he's so hot and cool and aesthetically pleasing to look at, I just wish I could understand what that nigga was saying🥴💀. no shade, I'm so deeply infatuated with him, I just... that accent is thick as hell, so that's my sign to be sure my next watch has captions on😭.

through context clues, though, I was happy when he sided with miles/supported his journey to do whatever he felt it was best to do. and how he quit being apart of... what was it called, the spider-society? I-... and then at the end when he shows up to help gwen and them help miles. also, hello, the friendship between him and pavitr is so cute, I live for that😭.

also, his suit kicks ass. I thought the spikes and the fact that he fights with a guitar was a very nice touch, and I really dig how when miles was like, "how are you even cooler under the mask?" he's like, "I was this cool the whole time😌.

like okay, periodt, love that for you, king✨️. like shiiii, I believe it🥴😻. also, is it canon that him and gwen were together? or is it a friends with benefits type of deal? who knows, who cares. I don't >:) (I will being writing fanfiction about him).

also, quick headcanon !! I don't know why, but he gives me vibes that he can't stay focused for the life of him. er, like... he can, but to do so, he has to be focused on something completely unrelated. also, hello, he's a spider-person... shooting off un-asked for quips and jokes is kind of part of the spider-package. like, there were so many times where a person (irl or in the movie, doesn't matter) could swear hobie wasn't paying a lick of attention because he's off doing something else, talking about something totally unrelated...

just a completely unserious ass dude, right? wrong. well, not fully. but no, he's paying attention by... not paying attention. does that make sense😃? anyways...

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𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐫 :

he's my silly little meow-meow babygirl and I want nothing but the very best for him😆🥺. no but for real, I was on edge watching him try to "do both." save his girlfriend or save her dad (which was apparently a canon event that miles disrupted but he just wanted to helppp😭).

I was so happy when everything went okay, even if it meant that a canon event was fucked with, but stillll...

also, I thought it was so funny how he's "perfect" lmao. he fr achieved that healthy, work-life-spider-man balance. truly peaked😌✨️. also his theme...!! the cultural tune implemented into it !!! what a bop, an absolute jam, a certified banger. I also really vibed with his spider-suit, like, the colors and incorporations clashed so well together, and just the design itself was so...💫sparkly💫, and the way he used his webs??

again, I adored it ! I have no clue what the arm cuffs (??) at the ends of them are called (plz let me know, because I know they're important/cultural, I believe🙏🏽), but once again, beautifully done and amazingly executed. I'm sure people (especially teens and younger) probably went nuts in the theater seeing that, like, y'all... representation matters, I will scream it until my own ears bleed.

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𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛. (𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐲) :

when I tell you miles and I went, "you/he had a baby😃?!" at the exact same time, you would've thought I was in the movie lmao💀.

I don't know, I just wasn't expecting it (even though I probably should have been), but she was the cutest darn thing😻🥺 !! her red hair like mary jane's, but having peter's spider powers was just adorable, and the fact that I saw everyone hold her at least once... my heart... it aches😫♡.

never thought a cartoon would give me baby fever, yet here I am. and it was so special to me how he admitted to miles (even though/while under shitty circumstances) that he was the reason he (peter) even wanted to have her in the first place and made him ready to commit. he wants her to be just like him (miles) and that made me-

😭😭😭♡ plus, him constantly having her with him in the little baby carrier thingy... adorable. like, yes, mj, he did take her on another mission, and she was clearly having the time of her life, lay off😆✨️.

now, on the flipside... peter,,, you're a terrible mentor💀. like, I get he was doing his best, but his best was trash, what can I say🤷🏽‍♀️. just doing miles dirty, snitching and switching sides left and right. I mean, the fact that he only showed up during the "intervention" (more like trap-) just so there was a higher chance at helping miguel to convince miles to let innocent people, plus his own father, d i e? shit move, some mentor/father-type figure you are😒.

also, this next bit should really be in the miguel section (oh well), but... how uncool of him was it to literally set miles up with all of his spider friends and then have them try to convince him, "oh yeah, it's a canon event to let people die, including one of the closest people you have in your life. sorry, that's just how it is, accept it lol." like actually, fuck uncool, shit was totally buckwild and uncouth. on top of the fact that none of them thought to visit him for who knows how long?

yeah... no, get fucked, I hope miles figures out a way to beat the system in the next movie, just out of pure spite🙏🏽.

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𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐞-𝟒𝟐 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 :

I know he was only there for half a second, but listen... how scary was it, coming to that realization that 1610 miles was in the wrong universe. like dawg, I had chilllsss, I was so nervous for him, like genuinely, the stress sweat was insane😃✋🏽.

y'all said tmi? gotchu. anyways, so yeah, but then immediately when uncle aaron showed up, I just knew, I was like, "oh shit, wait, okay, if he's here, and jefferson is dead..." like I put the pieces together so fast, I figured out e-42 miles was the prowler way quicker than I think I should've🥲✋🏽.

but when that mask came back, my mind wiped, cuz um...

like... I'm not the only person that... reacted... to the accent right? like-

I was shook, but when I was... it was like, "😱...😧...😳...😻" yk? like what buisness did he have sounding like that😃💀. anyways, sorry, I'm done. except I'm not, because my mind now contains sooo many headcannons on just earth-42 in general and then e-42 miles, like ?! and that shouldn't really be a surprise to anyone because I'm a writer I do this, this is what I do, I do this, this is what I do🤷🏽‍♀️<3.

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𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 :

- loved it when they did the thing... yk...

lolll that thing. I giggled very loud :).

- spot was nonchalantly terrifying and funny, and I really a d o r e villains like that. just unhinged and doing thier own thing while still proving themselves great threat and standing on buisness? yeah, he was awesome, I have zero nitpicks on him, he was done very well. althoughhhh.... I know I just said I have no nitpicks, but why is his backstory/origin so insignificant😭? like it's kind of lame, but at the same time, kind of... genius? like, I don't hate it, but I definitely wouldn't have come up with it so I guess that's a good thing. original/unique, in this specific case, I'd say🤷🏽‍♀️.

- I wish my mom was like rio. that's it, that's the post, #mommyissues🥲✨️.

- why did they wash out jefferson's character so badly? like, he still had his moments, but outside of that, he was basically just comic relief, which was... a little jarring given how he behaved in the first movie. I definitely feel like he could've been done a little better, but I supposed it wasn't a crazy bad change. like, there was the fact that miles (as spider-man, but still-) still had to tell him to get off of his ass, so it wasn't a complete 180° change or anything. just a noticeable one.

- ben riley had me giggling hard💀🥴✋🏽. emo ass, I loved him😭✨️.

- the live action editing/clips just- shdjfjekgoekkr !!! like how freaking cool, like I was deadass in my room screaming like a lunatic, like, I get it's the spider-verse so it's obvious those shots would be there but IDC LEMME FANGIRL IN MF PEACE !!!

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alright, that's all lol. if there's anything or anyone else I've forgotten to put in any of the different sections, I'll add them. but yeah, those are basically my surface level thoughts🥴. But of course, if anyone wants to go in depth with me, I'm totally open to that, and I hope to be posting headcanons and stuff about them soon (just gotta... set up the masterlist and stuff first😃).

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐨, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡... 𝐛𝐲𝐞, 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 !

[commodifyme]

i’ve been around a looong fucking time so i remember when everyone on here was spelling trans as trans* (to indicate there’s lots of different kinds of trans people?) and then that stopped for some reason. also there was once a push to get everyone to spell latina/latino/latine as latin@ because the @ looks like an a and an o together lol. that went away eventually too and now most of the people i know have no interest in using latinx either, it’s like nonprofit-employee coded almost. if you go through my blog i’m sure you can find examples of me using all of these because i do ultimately want to affirm people, and when i was younger i had a harder time discerning when the right thing to do was follow other peoples lead vs when i should think for myself. turns out the right thing is always to think for myself though because modifying your language without understanding the principle of why you’re being asked to do that means you’re only making a surface level version of the change asked of you.

fortunately i figured it out early enough and completely skipped over calling people “women and femmes” [meaningless] or insisting that it’s antiblack to use nb as a shorthand for nonbinary [absurd] or declaring using the word lame is ableist [the meaning of words change over time! and if someone is seriously using lame to unfavorably compare the target of their insult to mean disabled people rather than calling them uncool, we have a serious problem on our hands that is gonna require more than just getting them to use different words].

moral of the story is prescriptivist language debates to advance social justice causes is like a sisyphean task because the right language is always going to change as society changes and if your goal is liberation and WINNING then getting mired in what exact word to use all the time is going take up a lot of your valuable time. and i personally only want to associate with winners who love winning. like i’m trying to see some people lose their heads in my lifetime. before im 35 if possible.

[darkjanet2]

Chapter 5: Sonic vs. Shadow Round 1

San Francisco, CA 6:45 PM

Sonic was hiding from the military in an alleyway, panting and hiding from the soldiers. It had been a very long day and he needed to catch his breath; so that’s exactly what he did after he caught his breath for a moment.

'I think I lost them. I need to find out who caused this madness and they think I stole this gem from the bank,' thought Sonic to himself as he ran his gloved hand through his messy quills.

He glanced up at the sky, where there were a couple of clouds. The moon was rising now and the shadows were creeping towards him. "Ugh," sighed Sonic as he leaned back against a dumpster. "I mean, seriously, why did they come after me?" He asked aloud.

Annoyed, Sonic stood up straight and dusted himself off. "The game of tag is boring. I'm outta here!"

With a thud, a large robot appeared in front of Sonic; causing him to jump into a nearby dumpster.

"Huh?! What the heck?!" said Sonic as he stared at the military robot in front of him; not believing his eyes. It was F-6t BIG FOOT.

"Hmm. Finally decided to show up, eh? Okay, bring it on!" Sonic replied with determination as he raised a fist.

F-6t fired lasers at Sonic and he dodged every one of them. Sonic smiled in confidence as he jumped back into action.

"Oh yeah! This will be fun!" said Sonic excitedly. He then punched F6t in the glass with all the strength he could muster while still dodging the laser beams. Sonic curled himself into a ball and did a homing attack on F6t's head with a small explosion. F6t flew backward into a wall, leaving a dent and knocking him unconscious.

"That should teach 'im!" Sonic smirked triumphantly.

Sonic felt a presence behind him and whirled around ready to fight the intruder. He frowned when he saw it was another hedgehog who looked like him, but he was different. His fur was black and had red stripes on his arms, legs, and quills. He had white fur on his chest, his quills spread outwardly, he had white and red gloves matching his shoes, and he had rings on each wrist and ankle.

He was standing atop the defeated robot and looking down at Sonic with a smirk. Sonic narrowed his eyes and growled menacingly. "Who are you?! And why do you look like me?!" demanded Sonic.

The mysterious hedgehog laughed, "You can ask me questions, but I can't answer any of yours until your next turn in the game." He picked out the green gem from his fur and held it up high above his head. "It all starts with this... A jewel containing the ultimate power."

Sonic's eyes widened and he stepped forward eagerly. "That's the... Chaos Emerald!" he exclaimed. "Now I know what's going on. The military has mistaken me for the likes of you. So... where do you think you're going with that Emerald?" He asked, walking towards the mystery hedgehog slowly.

The mysterious hedgehog said nothing, but his smirk only grew wider.

"Say something, you fake hedgehog!" Sonic ran toward the ebony hedgehog, who jumped over the top of the dead robot and landed several feet away from the black hedgehog, holding the Chaos Emerald close to his chest. With one swift movement, he controlled the power of the Emerald.

"Chaos Control!" he yelled. Suddenly, he teleported directly in front of Sonic, making him stumble backward. The speed was so fast and powerful that Sonic couldn't see anything around him. Suddenly, he found himself back on solid ground, gasping for air.

"So, you're gonna try to stop me with a little trick?" questioned Sonic as he glared at the unknown hedgehog.

"Well, you'll never beat me with it!" he declared as he threw a punch at the blue hedgehog. Sonic blocked the hit and retaliated with a punch aimed at the ebony hedgehog's face, however, the black hedgehog dodged it by teleporting several feet backward. When Sonic tried to follow, he found himself being pulled through the air in the direction the ebony hedgehog went. Sonic gritted his teeth as he continued trying to regain control of his movements.

'Damn, he's fast. No, that's not his speed, he just used the Emerald to warp,' Sonic thought. The Mysterious hedgehog smirked at Sonic's frustration.

'Just who is he? And where did he come?' Sonic thought in confusion.

"My name is Shadow. I'm the world's Ultimate Lifeform. There's no time for games... farewell." Shadow proclaimed dramatically before he disappeared once more into thin air.

"Hey, wait a minute!" shouted Sonic, but he was gone again. Sonic growled as he turned around to face the empty alleyway once again. “That guy was messing with my head, wasn't he?" Sonic complained as he rubbed his forehead. He then stopped and looked up at the sky; which was completely dark now. "And he took the Chaos Emerald, too..." Sonic said quietly.

The searchlights were on Sonic, the police, and the G.U.N military were surrounding him, all of them had their guns pointed at Sonic.

"Freeze! Don't move! Stay where you are! Keep your hands in the air!" shouted one of the officers.

'Damn, not again...' Sonic thought dejectedly. He sighed loudly as he closed his eyes in defeat. "You got me, guys," he said with exasperation. He was surrounded by police officers and soldiers, and he knew he wouldn't win. Not against them anyway, since they outnumbered him. He was surrounded by armed soldiers and he didn’t want to risk his life.

*Meanwhile at Tails' house*

Amy told Tails what happened to Sonic, who seemed quite upset and disappointed about it. They both sighed in annoyance as they heard the news. They had been hoping the blue hedgehog would take care of it on his own. Tails was starting to wonder if Sonic really was able to do it without their help, after all. "We have to save Sonic," Amy remarked.

Tails nodded in agreement. "You're right, but how are we supposed to get Sonic out of the clutches of the military? He never commits the crime of stealing gems from the bank." He looked at Amy with worry written clearly across his face.

"Is Sonic actually guilty?" Amy frowned.

“Well… We don’t know yet. Even if he’s innocent, the government is keeping him under wraps because he’s a wanted criminal,” said Tails.

“But he never does that! Why else would the police be looking for him?” argued Amy. She had been wanting to find Sonic ever since she first met him. She had gotten her hopes up that she might actually be able to rescue him from those stupid criminals.

"No idea. But he has probably already run somewhere else. Let me check my computer for Sonic's location…" Tails said as he turned his chair to the computer table in the corner of the room. "There he is, he's in Prison Island - "

Before Tails could continue, he suddenly gasped. He quickly shut his laptop off and looked at Amy, who looked equally shocked and concerned, her blue eyes wide with shock.

"… Amy?" Tails said tentatively.

“What’s wrong? Did you find something?” asked Amy with curiosity.

"I think I found a way to rescue Sonic. If we ride on Tornado, it might give him the push he needs to escape… Do you trust me?" asked Tails, taking Amy's hand in his. Amy nodded hesitantly.

"Sonic was taken to the Prison Island by the army. He may not even realize that he has to escape there, since he doesn't know that he's already been captured… But the army doesn't want anyone getting in their way," said Tails.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go save Sonic!" urged Amy.

Tails nodded and told Amy to follow him as he ran out of his laboratory. They made their way out and started running to Tails' Tornado. They rode for a while on Tornado, flying towards Prison Island.

"Do you know where we're going to land?" asked Amy as she tightened her grip on the dashboard.

"Yeah. I checked my computer," said Tails. "There are some coordinates in Prison Island that lead us straight to Sonic!"

"Really!? What are those coordinates exactly?" asked Amy, slightly confused.

"A hidden prison inside the prison island. Only authorized people in the prison can enter, but nobody else can enter either," explained Tails.

"Sounds dangerous…" commented Amy.

"Trust me. It's worth it if we save Sonic. Just keep in mind, this won't be easy. We don't know where they've put Sonic, so we need to be careful," warned Tails.

Amy nodded, still nervous, but determined to get Sonic back. She gripped tighter onto the dashboard.

"Let's hope Sonic is still alive and unharmed," said Tails seriously as he drove his Tornado. "Hang on, Sonic. We're coming."

*Meanwhile at Space Colony ARK*

Eggman, Orbot, and Cubot came to the ARK that Shadow told him to come to. He stood in front of a large computer monitor that showed the same video feed from earlier. Shadow was standing next to the console controlling the holographic screen.

"Alright, Shadow. We're here like you told us. So, what is this place?" asked Eggman curiously.

"This is the Space Colony ARK. This is our secret base. The scientists who work here use their minds to create things that aren't possible by themselves... Well, at least not by humans. These experiments have created weapons that can destroy a planet."

"That's amazing!" Eggman stated excitedly. "And why do you need seven Chaos Emeralds in order to create these weapons?"

"These weapons were created by another scientist... Dr. Eggman, you remember the Chaos Emeralds, right?" asked Shadow.

"Of course, I remember them! They're valuable jewels that contain powers beyond the imagination. It would make sense that

they would be very valuable to you. Is that all you needed? Or do you want to show me some other interesting things, as well?" asked Eggman.

"Actually, yes. One last thing. There is someone here that you should meet. He's called Sonic. I don't know much about him, but he's a troublemaker, that's for sure. He was taken to the Prison Island," said Shadow.

Eggman stood silent for a moment, then he burst laughed evilly. "Ahh, well done, Shadow! Your little plan worked perfectly. He is no longer under our control, and he is no longer spoil to our plans. Once we have retrieved the Chaos Emeralds from Sonic, all will be good," smiled Eggman evilly. "I believe the mission will finally be completed once I have collected all the emeralds."

"Looks like Shadow actually did it," Cubot said to Orbot in disbelief. Orbot agreed with him.

"Yeah, he really did it," said Orbot as he nodded his head eagerly.

"So, how will we proceed to retrieve the Chaos Emeralds?" asked Eggman.

Shadow placed the green Emerald in the center of the control board before answering, "It has been deactivated for some time. To reactivate, we need 6 more Emeralds. That way, the entire planet will be consumed by chaos energy. The Earth will be wiped clean of its existence, and the world could be yours."

Eggman grinned evilly, "Sounds like a plan. I like the way you think, Shadow! I will get the Chaos Emeralds, use the machine to dominate the world, and build a legacy of my own!"

"Do you really think it will be that easy?" asked a female voice somewhere, Eggman, Orbot, and Cubot looked around trying to see where that voice came from. But Shadow looked up at the ceiling there was a female bat hanging upside down.

"Huh? Who's that chick?" asked Cubot as he noticed her.

She landed gracefully and walked closer to Eggman as he frowned and narrowed his eyes suspiciously at her.

"I've got a great idea. How about making a deal?" she asked.

"A deal? What kind of deal?" replied Eggman.

"When you grabbed that huge Emerald, you said something about a reaction," she said. " A reaction that it may have with the Master Emerald. Now if you could let me borrow that radar, I may be able to help you. What do you think?"

Orbot and Cubot looked at each other in confusion. They were sure that the bat must have seen or heard something that could help them in the search for Chaos Emeralds.

"What do you mean?" asked Eggman suspiciously.

The bat smiled smugly. "Oh, you'll see. Trust me when I say you'll be grateful later," she chuckled.

"And who are you supposed to be?" asked Eggman.

"I'm Rogue the Bat, but you can call me Rogue. I am a treasure hunter that specializes in all kinds of jewels," she held a blue gem in her hands.

"That's..." Eggman trailed off in astonishment.

"...a blue Chaos Emerald that Shadow has," said Orbot.

"Now, are you interested in helping me find these emeralds or not?" asked. Rogue.

"Very well. Let us begin searching," said Eggman.

[jiangchengneedstherapy]

Pretty sure it’s been repeated many times already, the reason why “canon jiang cheng” tag was made, was because if someone so much as quoted the novel was told ‘stop jc hate/put it into anti tag’ or ‘make your own tag!’ I feel like that is one of the reasons now that people have been making posts talking about reclaiming him there’s lot of passive aggressiveness in the responses, because it feels like you’re agreeing with that at first glance. “I have no issues with varying perspectives regarding jiang cheng or any other character, I just care that you use the tag “canon” for only one of those perspectives which I think takes away from the nuance of the topics and the story as a whole.“ I understand where you’re coming from, though the tag was made by fans who wished to talk about jc the way he was in the novel, it now does have stans and antis alike using it which you can ask the majority neutral tag users who use it for intended reasons have already blocked, or are responding to them. However, there comes the prev point again, we can’t tell what someone’s intent is behind posting, for example your post felt very sweet and neutral to read (at least to me but I also see why others confused you for another person trying to ‘reclaim’ the tag) and just feels like a neutral discussion but there are still things that are a bit unsure on what you’re saying. For example: “I have no issues with varying perspectives regarding jiang cheng or any other character, I just care that you use the tag “canon” for only one of those perspectives which I think takes away from the nuance of the topics and the story as a whole.” can mean anywhere from you wanting a more in depth talk in his character than simple ‘jc was bad in this’ to..well In the past if someone even said “hey isn’t it terrible that jc declared wwx an enemy to sects even though they agreed to tell people wwx left the sect?” they would be told thats hate, thats anti, and not a canon statement, even though the person would be using direct quotes from the novel next to interpretation.  So yea when you just say that canon tag is not accurate, its hard to tell if you’re talking about the bashing posts that have entered the tag through some antis or just any interpretation that talks about negative things jc did canonically. “my proposed idea was to change the content of “canon jiang cheng” because it doesn’t accurately represent, imo, what the word canon means in the fandom context. considering most posts criticize jc’s actions, a tag like “jiang cheng critical”  most posts (once again, not including the bashing/stan posts that have entered the tag) criticising jc do it in regard to what the guy does word to word in the novel.  Like quoting the novel where jiang cheng uses a dog knowing wwx fears it more than death as way to torture him, or jiang cheng’s own thoughts along with his disciple quotes proving he in fact tortured innocent people who were not wwx come back from the dead even after zidian confirms it, in these contexts, if the person adds their interpretation that ‘hey thats a shitty thing to do’ and criticise him, i think that is still under canon category (the tag was made for any discussions in line with canon because if you were to say ‘hey jc was shitty in these scenes’ in the jc tag there would be 15 different comments telling them how wrong they are and how they need to put ‘jc hate’ into anti tags)  like if we say ‘look how shitty wrh was/jgy was in these scenes’ in wrh/jgy tag there’s nothing wrong about that, but jc tag was too overtaken by fanon that it finally ended in people making the canon tag out of frustration to just discus what he does in the novel (ik im sounding repetitive here but im trying my best to explain haha)

So while i get what you’re saying that ‘canon’ tag should only have quotes, i do think if the discussion is based on canon facts and interpretation is following novel quotes/isn’t something that goes against the novel or what the novel is trying to tell, i think that does have a place in the ‘canon jc’ tag because that was what the tag was made for.

“omnipresent can still be a biased narrator. just because we know about scenes where wwx isn’t present, doesn’t mean we understand or know their motivations or thoughts behind said scene - wwx is the main narrator and we know his thoughts specifically (though there are limited exceptions like jc and the core-reveal). mxtx definitely flips back and forth between omnipresent and omniscient but regardless, biases and unreliable narration can still exist within those.” This part however, is a long known fanon pet peeve because in certain scenes the novel goes into the heads of characters like what jc is thinking, it has info wwx has no way of knowing like jgy giving jl the dog during the time he was dead, there are even scenes where wwx is not present at the time like the discussion conference, even jzx’s perspective and what jyl was secretly doing, wherever its wwx’s perspective the novel makes it clear like ‘wwx thought/wwx saw/wwx believed’ etc, while other times it goes ‘jc thought/jyl secretly unknown to everyone/some sects were gathered and talking’ without wwx’s perspective on things its not limited in switching povs and i get what you’re saying, that canon jc tag shouldnt be considered ‘true’ perspective, i agree, nothing other than novel texts can be considered ‘true’ and any and all interpretations will always be interpretations, thing is how close to ‘true’/’canon’/’novel’ are these interpretations to make them canon compliant. 

See, I would believe that people who were originally on the "canon jiang cheng" tag were using it as a space to discuss his more morally ambiguous decisions except every other post on there was also tagged "anti jiang cheng". Also using canon in the tag is very bold especially when it's all individual interpretations of the character, which means it falls under fanon instead.

I would also have a more positive perspective if the tag was "jiang cheng critical" if the goal was to have engaging discussions but the audacity of tagging it "canon jiang cheng"....

So yea. So going forward, I propose:

Jiang cheng critical - if you wanna engage in discussion and debate

Canon jiang cheng - for gifs, quotes, fanart etc.

Jiang cheng - for people who enjoy the character and/or canon jiang cheng content

Anti-jiang cheng - for those who don't like the character and don't enjoy him (essentially please by sympathetic to people who actually enjoy the character and related content)