#it was surprisingly hard to write

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so. wembley.

Once I have finally gathered my wits the words did not want to stop coming. This rambling is long; apologies for that. And for the messed up tenses I hate tenses we only have one past tense why is English like this

No photos/videos yet, they are still not properly checked/deleted/edited by me.

It was. Unsurprisingly. One of the best days of my life. But also, I don't remember much from my life, so don't trust me on this one. (Kidding, it totally WAS one of the best days of my life). And uhh... I have a problem with processing events and emotions, so it still feels like I have seen it on a TV screen instead of, you know, actually, physically having been there? Idk how to explain that, I still have to convince my brain that I've been there. I feel detached from it completely. But!! I!! Have!! Been!! There!!

I woke up so early that foxes were still roaming the streets. Didn't talk much with people around me in the queue (hello anxiety), but they were lovely! I signed the blue flag for iii from me & Lia, got the sticker for Projekt Atlantic, received some bracelets, exchanged some bracelets, put some sea creatures tattoos on people (LIA I FORGOT TO GIVE YOU THE WHALE!!!), slept on a pavement, bought merch for myself and others (I've never had anyone to buy concert merch for before, it's such a nice feeling 🥺).

And queueing for so long was so fucking worth it! Third row, baby!! For the first time in the middle!! (Which was my downfall later, but the pre-show me was not aware of that just yet). I couldn't actually hear HEALTH that well, but I really liked their drummer, he was enjoying himself and his joy was contagious. (I've checked them later though and. Last album, my beloved.) During the break, well, you all know what was happening, I have been liveblogging everything (sorry about that <3). The moment someone in the crowd literally screeched when they saw the new masks on instagram was a blessing, I wouldn't have survived seeing them in new masks without a warning. Also, my blind ass would probably realise 3 songs in that they have different masks, I shit you not. Besides, it was super fun having a mental breakdown here on tumblr with y'all <3

When Espera entered the stage, everything else stopped being of any importance to me. I remember my first thought was "oh yeah, sure, the ladies are dressed up and moving like this and you expect me to focus on anything else that is happening on this stage?". And of course, my second thought was "I GOTTA TAKE PICTURES FOR DARYA". Naturally, I was trying to keep up with everything else anyway. I haven't seen ii all too well though and it makes me sad :( Alas. I've had a good vantage point for the ladies. Yeah. Brain went brrrrr every time I was looking at them. Where was I again-

I was still coughing at that time. I got a terrible coughing fit after literally 3 short screams during HEALTH and my idiot ass has left all the lozenges except one in the hotel room an hour before the door opening. I thought I would have to spend the rest of the night not singing along nor screaming and felt utterly heartbroken for a few minutes, but after my Holy Grail Lozenge (and a LOT of water from the venue's crew) my cough has abandoned me for the duration of the whole ritual (thank you, Sleep). Even though, when Sam told us that we have to sing, my only thought was "I CAN'T FUCKING SING EITHER, MATE". But I did. Oh, I so fucking did. I sung my lungs out and did not cough even ONCE.

But you know. I was exhausted, anxious, surrounded by strangers and had more sugar in my veins than red cells at that point, so I wasn't my best self. I really thought the karaoke was for shits and giggles at first. "Oh yeah, it's The Most Popular Song, let's see how it sounds when 10k people sing it without the singer's help!", you know. Thought it was for the recording the announcements warned us about. But then we sung Granite. Ohhhkay. And then The Love You Want - certainly not a song they would leave for an impropmtu singalong. It was then that I (belatedly) realised that yeah, something really was wrong and so my heart broke again. So many preparations! Their biggest gig so far! Even iii managed to be there! And something had to happen!! Specifically!! To Vessel!! Of all people!! That was just not fair. He totally didn't deserve this. But it's just life and its endless fucking bad surprises for everyone, huh.

I didn't have enough time to collect all the broken pieces of my heart from the sticky floor and mend them after this realisation, because after Vessel joined the singing for the last few lines of TLYW, he dropped to his knees in front of us crying and thanking everyone. That sight is now carved into my brain. This is when I realised the 3rd row was a mistake. The psychic damage it gave me is irrevocable. Do you have those moments that you will never forget? A few seconds of an (usually traumatic) experience that will haunt you forever, replaying in your mind like a broken record? It was a bit like this for me. It wasn't traumatic, mind you, but it was definitely something that made a permanent dent in my heart and a home in my brain. And I wouldn't change it anyway.

Another thing that made me think that I will just fall down and never get up was iii & iv's hug. It was. So full of love and reassurence. Idk, you could just feel that emitting from them, okay? I was standing there thinking "yeah sure, just fucking murder me tonight instead, okay. Should've kept staring at Espera only-". Ah yes. The ladies. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Where was I again-

The goosebumps when the whole venue yelled "they won't be missing you" during Nazareth, oh my fucking god. On my previous rituals, in way smaller venues, there's always been a handful of people screaming it. And everyone doing it? Unparalleled feeling. Bordering on the shrimp emotions scale.

The lights were spectacular. I cannot describe how amazing the light show was. I am sending a kiss to each and every light crew member.

Also, Vessel being more emotional during the ritual as a whole. The TLYW moment was the worst for me, but there were many others. (Ascensionism and Bloodsport stabbing me with a rusty knife the most.) I mean, who could've blamed him for the emotions, he would probably be very emotional even without the voice issues. Who wouldn't be!! It was a big night, after all. God, it must have been so difficult for him, I really, really fucking hope the love coming from his bandmates, crew and the crowd was enough to help him focus on the good parts of the evening only. And!! It wasn't even that bad!!! Sure, he lost his voice for a while, but once it was back you could!! Barely!! Hear!! The difference!! I have a whole new level of respect for Vessel because of that. And for staying onstage with us for the songs he couldn't sing. Didn't know I could respect him even more than I already did, but hey. Love being surprised like that. I have seen concerts where the singers were singing way worse live while being completely healthy. Like sure, you could notice he's not using so many uhh, how do you call this in English, vocal ornamentations??? and that his voice is strained, but it was still beautiful. Take care of your voice now though, dude, jfc. Thanks for the sacrifice, much appreciated, but TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF OR SO HELP ME GOD I WILL FUCKING FIND YOU- (kidding, kidding. or am i.) I also liked that he was leaving the more screamy moments in songs for us. Aiming the microphone at us, positive we'll have his back. Like yeah, yeah, other bands do that relatively often, but it's not something they usually do, you know.

I can't vouch for everyone in the crowd, but I sure as fuck did not have a SINGLE thought that the show sucks because of his voice issues. Like it didn't even occur to me. Honest to god. I was shocked when I saw on tumblr that people were leaving? Asking for a refund????????????? I was having the time of my life singing those songs. It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, probably!! Who can say they karaoked whole 3 songs with the band playing for them live?? Your local karaoke bar could never. (Bonus points, you could hear Espera better bc of that! Yes, I know, you are not supposed to hear backing vocals too loud in general, I'm just saying it was nice hearing them, bc usually I hear them on recordings only.)

Yeah, sure I was disappointed after the show that there was no Euclid, but that's just me, a total whore for Euclid. It's a completely different thing than being a bitch who leaves halfway, because something out of the ordinary has been happening.

Anyways. I would like to wish all the crowdsurfers a very fuck you. Hope you will all step on a lego every day for the rest of your lives <3

Crowdsurfers and constant giving away of water (which I understand, it was terribly hot there and it was needed) were a bit distracting, I missed some things because of the commotion, the drum solo has been disrupted by me getting a (fortunately very light) kick in the mouth and DRUM SOLO IS SACRED. I HOPE THE CROWDSURFER WHO DECIDED TO GO UP IN THAT MOMENT WILL STEP ON 3 LEGOS DAILY. IT'S LITERALLY THE MOST IMPORTANT PART OF THE RITUAL FOR ME AND THEY HAVE RUINED IT. Thanks to another crowdsurfer, I missed the moment the band was throwing stuff into the crowd and I promised Lia I will catch a pick/drumstick for them!!!!!!! I've had a banner for this occassion and all!!!!! And!!!!! For the whole time things were flying from the scene!!!! I have been under someone's legs and ass!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Side note: Vessel was throwing away his rings. That's so fucking cool, ahh.

All in all, half of the things that happened there, I've learned from tumblr. The announcements about the recording, people leaving, Vessel being covered in runes (I WAS STANDING RIGHT BEFORE HIM AND DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING. A N Y T H I N G. I HATE BEING A BLIND IDIOT), the Espera ladies laughing at iii for not coming to the photo, hell, even Vessel trying to get his attention. I have NO idea what I've been doing back then, it's a blur again lmao. And. The most important thing: Vessel's "thank you". I didn't catch it back then. I don't hear it on my recording. Tbh I couldn't believe y'all for a long while that it really happened (I'm sorry). But it did and you know what? I'm glad the broken pieces of my heart were left on the arena's floor earlier during the show. I don't want them anymore.

I would also like to thank that one security guy in huge headphones who was our warning that another fucking crowdsurfer was coming our way. I hope the headphones guy's pillow is always cold on both sides, his skin clear, his crops- and so on. Our hero <3

There was also a moment during Atlantic (another important moment disrupted. Smh) where 2 security persons dived into the crowd?? I still have no idea what was happening, bc if someone faints for example, they are always brught to the barricade by the crowd and security picks them up, I've never seen security getting into the crowd before. And because of that, people around me were talking loudly during Atlantic. Kill kill murder kill

Still, Projekt Atlantic was a huge success and I am so proud of the organisers!! They're in the same category of lovely people as the big headphones security guy

Sending a kiss to @murderofcrow for this gif 🖤

To sum up. I will forever be grateful for this band. This music has activated the dormant parts of my mind. I am making art again. I am meeting cool people because of them. I have people to talk about it with who are as excited about it as I am. For the first time in ages I really feel alive again. And life is not good, far from it, to be completely honest with you, they haven't magically fixed all my problems, but I do have something that actually fucking works on me. I know Vessel wouldn't agree, but they are saving people. And you all, lovely ST pocket of tumblr motherfuckers who are reading this, you are saving people too.

And, last but not least!! In hot pink, because I can! Thanks to this ritual I could finally meet @vesselsscarlet and @thevenomousseprent in person!!!!!!!!! I love you guys, you are amazing and I can't wait to see you again 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 You've made me feel so loved that weekend and it's something I haven't felt in a while!!

[starry-bi-sky]

Part six of "Clone Danny"

When the Waynes leave, Danny can finally relax. Even if he's once again hit with a lingering regret that worms itself into his core like a little parasite. The final night that they're there, Bruce Wayne is not downstairs waiting for him, much to Danny's faint, lingering disappointment. He kinda liked talking to him, even if he kept it brief. Probably for the best.

Damian was still there when he returned with a sprained ankle and more ectoplasm burns. Danny tries not to make his limp obvious when he enters, and his clothing smells faintly of sulfur and burnt fabric.

Damian tells him he stinks, and Danny tells him he ran into a ghost. "The Phantom took care of it." He says, gripping his mask in his pocket tightly and avoiding putting weight on his injured foot. His thermos is pressed next to it. His fingers are freezing.

"Ah yes, your vigilante." Damian replies, "The one with the bat." And Danny can see the outline of his eyes narrowing at him.

"Can we really call him a vigilante when the people he's fighting are ghosts?" Danny asks, avoiding the 'bat' comment and leaning against the back of the kitchen chair.

"Did you actually lose your bat, Fenton?" Damian's fingers tap against his arm, refusing to move on. "Despite your ridiculous behavior and attempts to avoid my father and I, I find it hard to believe that the son of two ghost hunters would be as foolish as to forget his only weapon of defense against ghosts."

Ah, so he noticed that. Danny was half tempted to mutter that the bat wasn't his only weapon of defense. He still had his beloved jawbreakers. He's quiet, wondering how to respond to implication that he might be Phantom -- he can't believe Damian picked that up in only a few short days when nobody has caught on in little over a year -- before shrugging.

"I may have given it to the Phantom instead." He says, propping his arm up to put his chin in his hand, trying to look innocent while his heart skipped an anxious beat.

It's probably not the answer Damian wants, but when his word is the only proof he has, Danny doesn't think he should be too worried about it. Even if it meant that a second person outside his friend and enemy circle knew his identity.

He excuses himself shortly after, leaning heavily against the railing to try and hop up the stairs.

(Much to his surprise, Damian follows and lets Danny put his weight on him. He complains that its because Danny will wake his father if he allows him to bumble up the stairs on one foot.)

(Danny ruffles his hair again when they reach the top, and limps towards his bedroom.)

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Its three months and a handful of new injuries before Danny thinks about the Waynes again. A new ghost appeared in town who called itself Riftgate and he was capable of creating teleport portals to anywhere in the world.

He was a fucking pain in the ass to fight, costing Danny three hours of his night where he could have been sleeping and nearly his hand. Danny gets dragged through the other side before finally shoving Rift inside the thermos.

But he also ends up nearly 900 miles away in fucking Gotham of all places on the top of an empty roof. Great, juuuust great. Danny is tired, he is grumpy, and he is in a city so laden with ectoplasm that he can all but taste it on his tongue. Or maybe that was just the air quality.

He can't even see the stars here, and his mood worsens.

Well, he's too fucking tired to bother handling this right now. There's no way Sam or Tucker are able to help him considering their distance, and right now Danny just wants to sleep. Maybe after that he can figure out a way home.

So he does, sort of. He walks over to the door and doesn't bother trying to open it, even if there was a 50/50 chance of it being unlocked. (This was Gotham after all.) Instead he sweeps the ground with his foot and curls up at door and he's out like a light.

....Only to be woken up by hissed muttering close to his ear and a gloved hand pressing into the pulse of his neck. "No I don't know if they're dead but I don't think so." Says the unfamiliar voice, and Danny opens a bleary eye.

"He's breathing, but his pulse is too slow to be normal. I think he needs help." The voice, a boy, -- no, Red Robin, great -- continues, and Danny looks beside him to see who he was talking to. No one. "He's probably part of some kind of gang, his mask kind of reminds me of Hood's."

Danny just barely remembers that he's still dressed up as Phantom before he tiredly signs, "I'm not part of a fucking gang." and pushes the boy's hand off.

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 4.5 (Dani interlude) Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 7.5 (Dan Interlude) Part 8

will make a masterpost soon

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Modern Aocorro high school au: what if Spider was a harpist in his high school orchestra and Ao'nung was down bad about it.

Spider was already your classic high school heart throb. He was popular, buff, handsome, a little rough around the edges, yet still a total sweetheart.

For Eywa's sake, he carpooled his siblings to school or rode his skateboard to school, volunteered around town 24/7, used reusable straws, he'd hand his pocket change to anyone in need, and was known for getting into fights with bullies in the parking lot.

Not to mention that he had the prettiest golden curls and brown eyes anyone had ever seen (at least in Ao'nung's opinion).

So to say Ao'nung was crushing, hard, was probably the understatement of the century, and could you even blame him? The guy was perfect, an angel, and it was driving him insane.

He'd catch himself staring during gym practice, marveling at his muscles, cheeks flushing, or in the locker room when he took his shirt off to change, his heart pounding away in his chest.

he thought he couldn't be even more down bad for that boy than he already was, his confident personality rendered null and void when he was around, his tongue caught in the back of his throat, unable to do so much as squeak at him… until the day he caught him in the orchestra room, practicing.

Now, he had heard Spider was in orchestra and had even seen him rolling around some large black case around the school before, but he'd never actually caught what he played.

But walking past that half-opened door was how he found out the love of his life wasn't only a sweet handsome hunk of a guy, but he played the harp, the instrument of an angel.

The sheer audacity of this boy was getting out of hand, he swore to Eywa, he was gonna kill him one of these days with his impossibly hot antics.

He stands and watches as Spider presses up against his harp, eyes focused on his sheet music, hair tied up in a messy bun but a single golden curl hangs he keeps blowing out of his face, and his fingers strum along the strings, working the muscles throughout his hands and arms.

The sound of gentle music flowed from the gap in the door, and it sounded just as pretty as Spider looked, soft and sweet, but still robust, still full of base and bravado. It was so fitting.

Watching Spider's face quirk with focus and frustration and pride as he worked through the song made the other's heart swoon, he swore it must be palpating or maybe skipping beats. He just knows it wasn't beating right, especially as he rubs his hand over his chest and feels how heavy it beats against his ribs.

And thats when Spider just so happens to turn to see who was gawking at him from the hallway, and instead of telling him to stop staring or throwing a pissed-off glance like Ao'nung is sure most other's would do if they caught someone staring like he had been, Spider just smiled.

"Like what you hear?" he quipped, leaning forward to turn the page of his music binder.

"Y-Yeah, yeah, you're... amazing," he choked out an answer, coughing into his fist to try and cover up the stammer in his voice and the blush on his cheeks.

"You flatter me," he replied, sitting back and looking Ao'nung right in the eye before he looked away with an even brighter smile, and it was like his skin was set on fire by just that single glance. "Are you gonna come in or are you gonna keep standing out their like some weirdo?"

"Oh, I-I wouldn't want to bother, I was j-just passing by,"

"It's free period, it's why I'm in here all by my lonesome," he puts on a fake pout and bats his lashes in his direction for show, "keep my company yeah? I'm sure you've got nothing to do if you've already spent so much time staring."

He moved his bag off the chair next to him before patting it.

"Sit," his tone was warm and inviting and his eyes were soft and almost pleading, so he did, with a deep breath, he sat next to the other boy.

He managed to be even prettier up close, and Ao'nung had to tear his eyes away so he didn't make a fool of himself. He decided to turn his attention to the harp. It was beautiful, made of a soft, warm-toned wood, intricately carved and painted with the image of flowers he couldn't name off the top of his head.

"She's a beauty isn't she?" Spider asked

he only nodded at first, before feeling the urge to touch, his hand moving before he could think better of it, but he managed to stop himself before he made contact with he wood.

"Can I?" he asked, quite pitifully, finally making his own eye contact with the blonde. Eywa save him, he was too pretty, it was unfair. He felt butterflies tickling his stomach and his head getting fuzzy. Why didn't he run when he had the chance?

"Go ahead," he answered with a huff of laughter.

He tried to steady himself as he stroked a hand down the curved wood that he saw resting against Spider's chest earlier when he was playing, feeling the warmth from the other boy's skin still clinging to the wood.

His fingers sought out the strings Spider's rested on moments ago, the metal threading bit into his flesh ever so slightly when he ran his fingers down them.

"I catch you staring all the time y'know, you're not very good at hiding it."

Ao'nung feels his heart drop through the floor and into the stone-cold basement beneath them. Fuck. He fucked up, he fucked up so bad, Spider must think he's a freak-

"It's cute."

"What?" he didn't mean to ask that out loud, but when he did, he said it far too loud.

Spider just laughs at him, gently and without malice, his eyes crinkling into almost nothing, his cheeks going a little red, his nose scrunching a little. Ao'nung feels his heart swell.

"Oh, it's never subtle, especially since you turn bright red, and the second you realize I'm looking back, you turn tail and run away like you have the devil on your heels," he pauses to wipe the tears from his eyes, "It's just cute, adorable even. I kinda like having a not so secret admirer."

"You don't think I'm some total freak?"

"Nah dude.... who's to say I'm not staring back?" he said nonchalantly.

Ao'nung was sure his brain was melting, cause he just found out his crush might like him back? Potentially. And that was just simply mind-boggling, cause, he wasn't gonna sell himself short, but he never thought he could be on Spider's radar.

They hung out with different people, and he used to be an ass to his siblings before he transferred to be here, and sure he apologized and made up with them, he always seemed to hold a bit of a grudge.

"You are?" he had to ask.

"Mmmmmm, maybe a little," he replied with a cheeky grin plastered on his face. "I will admit, at first it was because I was trying to make sure you weren't being an ass, but, things might be changing."

Ao'nung nodded to himself, clearing his throat, trying to decipher what that could even mean. Was Spider saying he was starting to like him too? did he have a shot with him?

"Listen, the bells about to ring, so why don't I give you this," he pulled a pen from the spine of his binder, tearing the corner off of one of his sheet music, which felt oddly intimate, and wrote something down on it, before handing it to him.

It was his number. Spider just gave him his number.

"Text me? we can start gettign to actually know each other, and maybe you could start joining me in here during free period, I could give you some lessons on the harp if you'd like?" now Spider sounded a little sheepish.

Which somehow made Ao'nung feel a bit more confident, so for the first time in seemingly forever, he answered Spider with some level of confidence.

"Yeah, I'd like that, I'd like that a lot."

"Good, good, I'd like that too."

They were both smiling now. The bell rang. They both hesitated to break eye contact.

"I'll text you, promise." Eywa, he was making promises. Already. He really was a hopeless sap. But it felt right when Spider huffed a laugh at it, a hand coming up to cover his smile a little. He was flattered.

"You better, stalker," Spider laughed, finally starting to pack up his stuff.

"Rude," he faked a gasped, lingering in the door, knowing he had to get to class, and he needed to let Spider pack up so he wouldn't be late himself, but wanting to let the moment last just a little longer.

"I think staring is rude, but I think I'll give you a pass, so long as you stop running away when I catch you, deal?"

"Deal."

"And you have to meet me here tomorrow."

"I will, it's a date," the words slipped out of his mouth without thinking about how it could be interpreted, "oh, not like-"

"It's a date" Spider repeated.

Ao'nung found he could only nod. It's a date. Even if it wasn't like that, it was still nice to think about. a date with an angel.

"Now go, before you're late, wouldn't want you to get in any trouble." Spider crossed his arms and jutted out his hip like he was some disappointed mom or something.

"Right, bye Spider."

He waved goodbye. It was corny and childish, but he waved. Spider waved back. He had his number clutched tightly in his other palm. Spider had his phone clutched in his hands as if he couldn't wait for the message to come any longer.

"Bye Stalker."

He has a feeling he's gonna have to get used to that nickname, but as he rounds the corner, his chest still feeling warm and full of butterflies, he doesn't think he minds all that much.

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

like fine wine (zeke jaeger x reader)

tags: fem!reader (afab, she/her), age gap (reader is in 20s, zeke in mid to late 30s), established relationship a/n: a little present for my friend @cafedanslanuit with her loser boyfriend who is doing something big this weekend and i'm really happy for her. love you bestie, good job you deserve everything you want in life and more!

“Not gonna lie,” you hold your wine glass closer to your lips to hide your smile from the room. Your eyes skirt from your boyfriend to a shorter man across the room. If looks could kill, you’re sure Zeke would have been killed a thousand times over when they first made eye contact with each other. “I would love to see what your interactions would look like if there weren’t any social obligations getting in the way.”

“It would be the ugliest bare knuckle fight,” Zeke chuckles in your ear and you suppress a shudder. “I hope that the prettiest in the room would bet on victory being in my favor.” Blue eyes look over your black dress and heels with thinly veiled lust and you feel a surge of satisfaction of how you dressed yourself for the occasion. It isn’t your first time being at one of these parties. You’ve been to some for your own companyー mandatory holiday parties to build ‘comradery’ and such. 

This is the first time you’ve been to one so fancy, however. Still, your just-over-knee-length black dress number has once again proven to be your most trusted ally for such events. 

Never doubt classic magic.

Your grin shifts into something more mischievous, “I don’t know,” you purr. “The shorter they are, the more aggressive they fight.”

Zeke takes your jest in stride, “I don’t think he could even reach my neck.” You can’t stop yourself from giggling.

Before you can reply with a zinger of your own, a voice pleasantly booming and jovial stops you. “Oh Zeke Jaeger, as I live and breathe,” a blond man calls, holding a glass of champagne. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you.”

Zeke returns the smile in full, “It’s nice seeing you, Willy Tybur,” a large hand presses on the small of your back as Zeke leads you both to the man. “[First], this is Willy Tybur, an old friend of mine from university.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Tybur,” you hold your hand out gracefully. You vaguely remember the name from the stories Zeke told you about his university days.

“Please, call me, Willy,” the blond man shakes your hand warmly. “It’s nice to see you finally settling down, Zeke. [First], if you ever want any stories about this guy back in our school days, just say the word. I have plenty.”

Your eyes widen in excitement, “I’d be happy to hear some now if you have any off the top of your head.”

“I’m sure you’d find those old stories boring,” Zeke tries to intervene.

“On the contrary,” your [color] eyes shine under the light of the chandelier. “I think I’ll find them plenty entertaining.”

The universe is on Zeke’s side, however, when Willy is serendipitously called over by a couple. You’ll get those stories somehow. I don’t know when, but somehow.

“Saved by bell, huh, Zeke,” you aren’t giggling but the urge is clearly there. You welcome your man’s look of exasperated amusement. “You know if Willy doesn’t tell me, I still have Eren to run to, right?” His younger brother has already given you plenty of fodder on the down low. “Unless you wanna save me all the effort and just divulge all your secrets yourself?”

You love the smirk on his face and you welcome the subtle caress down your sides. “You’re really trying to rile me up this evening, aren’t you?” 

“Is it that obvious?” You ask coyly. “When does it become socially acceptable for the two of us to leave for the evening again?”

“30 minutes,” comes Zeke’s well-calculated answer.

“Think you can last?” 

“Can you?” Zeke replies with a suggestive curl of his lips.

Oh, how the games are on.

[fence-time]

Does catpulse chatter at birds? If so, i can see him chattering at Grian and weirding him out XD

Yes :3 yes he does, and yes grian is Infact weirded out ^^

[ultra-violetra]

one of the things I would love to make is a writer's bootcamp / critique circle where people get grouped together based on things like genre, age category, writing stage (i.e. outlining, 1st draft, editing) where you submit something weekly to show your progress and get critique or even just positivity from your group. and there would be deadlines to encourage accountability and getting. stuff. done.

is there interest in this? would anyone want to help me make something like it? i don't think I could do it on my own

edit: if you'd like to join, click here

[everytimewetouch-dot-mp3]

me: okay i’m gonna sit down to work on my omegaverse fic bc i can’t stop thinking about it

me: buys a book about writing fiction

(a few days later)

me: okay i’m gonna sit down to work on my omegaverse fic bc i can’t stop thinking about it

me: buys a book about writing fiction

…i have like 5 new books about writing fiction and no progress made on my fic. pls. it’s just fanfiction it’s okay if it’s bad

[catamaurrr-star]

sorry

[strawbubbysugar]

Bethroned Chapter 65

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Outsiders - S. E. Hinton, The Outsiders (1983), The Outsiders: The Musical - Jamestown Revival & Levine/Rapp Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Darrel "Darry" Curtis Jr. & Tim Shepard, Tim Shepard & Dallas Winston, Darrel Curtis & Dallas Winston Characters: Darrel "Darry" Curtis Jr., Tim Shepard, Dallas Winston, Ponyboy Curtis, Curly Shepard, Angela Shepard, Two-Bit Mathews, Steve Randle, Sodapop Curtis Additional Tags: Angst, Like quite a bit, im so sorry guys, apparently i dont know how to write anything else, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt No Comfort, sorryyyyy, me putting my characters through the metaphorical meat grinder Summary:

Tim goes out looking for the fight Dallas was clearly begging for and finds it OR Tim on being the on the outside looking in

[feelingtheaster99]

Oh my GOSH Brennan. A 300 word essay in FIVE MINUTES 😬

[veatomis]

It’s so refreshing to see someone also sharing the same sentiment that Veilguard really just felt like smth for solavellan’s or even ppl who are huge fans of solas and not for other ppl (especially ppl who romanced Dorian)

Yeah... they gassed up the solas arc so much for this game and then it was. so nothing if again you didn't make the choices the devs obviously wanted you to make. And the game isn't even for huge fans of solas really, i'm personally a big solas fan, I think he was an incredible character and i loved his friendship with my inquisitor but because i wanted to explore choices that it seems trick weekes was just not interested in writing i got fucked over. Like i'm still reeling from the fact that if ROOK. NOT EVEN THE INQUISITOR. decides to not redeem solas the inquistor/solas relationship (whether antagonistic or friendly) just never gets resolved. I wanted a 20 min argument where my inquisitor after 7 long years of turning around that last interaction he had with solas in his mind got to ask him VERY important questions like "did our friendship ever really matter?", "did you ever really stop seeing me as subhuman?" and what i DESPERATELY needed "if the qunari hadn't forced you out of hiding, would you have come to save me from the anchor?" but they stuck varric into the role that should've been the inquisitor's so i got nothing 😐

+ What they did to us dorianmancers was so insulting my blood boils every time i think about it again. The inquisitor is in minrathous. Dorian is in minrathous. We never get a proper reunion with those two and they also have the audacity to dangle that shit in front of our faces with the "yes i know u will be in minrathous" line in dorian's letter. The inquisitor doesn't even MENTION dorian to rook when he's in the city, the city can be overrun with venatori, half of it can be destroyed and we don't even get a voiced concern over the man he loves???????? sick and fucking twisted the way this game actually had me missing dav*d gaid*r's writing but it did.

[joculatrixster]

every time a fic writer makes scott the admin or owner of empires smp an angel dies. why r u writing an empires fanfic if u dont care enough to respect the person who actually made the server? :/

[sannyo-appreciation-posts]

Sannyo's Flowers

You occasionally see art of Sannyo with flowers:

The reason for this is not only that Sannyo Komakusa is named after the Komakusa flower, but also that she named and themed her Spellcards after Japanese mountain flowers.

Mountain Sign "Heaven-Shaking Kumomagusa" / Mountain Apparition "Astonishing Kumomagusa" (depending on difficulty)

Mountain Sign "Usuyukisou Shining with Bewitching Light" / Mountain Apparition "Usuyukisou of Thronging Crowds of Youma" (depending on difficulty)

And of course, her namesake

Mountain Flower "Komakusa of Massacre" / Mountain Flower "Mountain Queen of Massacre" ( depending on difficulty)

Even her nonSpells resemble flowers.

Its extremely cute that instead of modeling them after smoke, or gambling, she chose some of her favorite mountain flowers. She has very unique tastes, especially the Usuyukisou which aren't quite conventionally beautiful but they definitely look like lasers with sunlight shining off of them. Though they certainly have their charm shining in the sunlight.

She actually has a few flowers in her den in Lotus Eaters as well.

After Mizutaki released the script for a bunch of Lotus Eaters. Including LE29 and 30, it was revealed that both her dragon divider and flowers were part of ZUN'S script, making Sannyo's flowers primary canon!

We aren't likely to be seeing them in Lotus Eaters again since Sannyo can only keep them on the mountain, but it's really great we got to see them when we did. It's nice knowing she canonicaly takes care of some in addition to modeling her Spellcards after them.

Also last but not least, the Title Lotus Eaters gave her was.

a very appropriate, and poetic title for her; and it explains why she loves tough mountain flowers so much. she's a bit of a mountain flower herself after all.

[linagram]

[ 𝙷𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚁𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚊'𝚜 𝚃𝟹 𝚅𝙳 ] 𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙸𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 (𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝙽𝚘𝚠)

the last prisoner vd of the current linagram. we did it everyone. we're here.

Warnings for Reina's VD: Reina's relationship with her brother wasn't exactly abusive, but it was far from perfect.

Warnings for Reina's MV: there's a lot of violence, but the blood is "censored" and gets mentioned only closer to the end.

(sounds of footsteps)

Hinode: ...

Miki: .. Hinode-san, are you okay?

Hinode: .. I-I'm fine, haha. Just a little tired.

Hinode: All those interrogations have been so overwhelming..

Miki: O-oh.. I understand.

Miki: It's your first trial too..

Hinode: .. This might sound weird, but..

Hinode: Do you mind if I take a short nap during Reina-san's interrogation?

Hinode: I'm sure you and Eiji-san will figure everything out without me.

Miki: Um..

Miki: Hinode-san, you're actually.. u-uh..

Miki: Very smart.

Miki: So it would be nice if you could-

Hinode: Come on, Miki-san. I know you will do a good job without me.

Hinode: And also..

Hinode: I've been feeling a bit.. like I don't belong here.

Miki: What do you mean-

Miki: Ah-

Hinode: Woah, be more careful.

Hinode: You almost tripped.. You must be very tired.

Miki: ".. His grip is very tight-"

Miki: I-it's okay. It's the last interrogation anyway.

Miki: So about you feeling like you don't belong-

Hinode: Please forget what I just said.

Hinode: I'm not an attention seeker like my brother, haha.

(the door opens)

Hinode: Hello there, Reina-san. How are you doing?

Reina: .. Fine, I guess.

Hinode: Hmm, you don't really sound that enthusiastic.

Reina: Well, I've been voted innocent twice in a row, even though I kept begging you to vote me guilty.

Reina: Haha.. Now I understand that it doesn't matter what kind of verdict I want. 

Reina: Just as you can vote someone guilty even though they want you to forgive them, you can easily vote someone innocent even if they want you to punish them.

Reina: So much power in your hands and for what?

Hinode: Please, if you have any issues with that, talk to Eiji-san and Miki-san. I'm not really passionate about morals and such. 

Hinode: *yawns* I really think I should rest..

Reina: Wait-

Reina: (to Miki) Did he just.. fall asleep during an interrogation?

Miki: A-and so quickly too..

(sound of a screen turning on)

Eiji: Huh..

Eiji: Guess it's just you and me interrogating her, Guard 002.

Eiji: Just like the old times, haha.

Miki: .. Y-yeah, haha.

Miki: ".. I'm so glad Eiji-san is here."

Miki: "But still.. why is he so nice to me?"

Reina: .. Can we just not do it?

Miki: What?

Reina: I don't want to do the interrogation.

Eiji: *laughs* You think we care? 

Eiji: You still have to answer our questions, whether you want it or not.

Reina: Okay. What questions do you have left?

Reina: Actually, no, I'll just tell you the whole story.

Reina: Fine, I wasn't a serial killer. That was just me putting on an act, hoping that you will execute me right after the first trial. I hated myself that much. I still do.

Reina: I still was a bad person though. A horrible one.

Reina: Me and my friend robbed people for fun, we liked to beat them up, break into their houses, we did a lot of bad stuff.

Reina: .. Well.. I didn't really enjoy it.

Reina: But I don't want to talk about why I did it.

Eiji: If you're going to tell us the whole story, make sure to tell us literally the whole story. Tell us everything.

Reina: .. Okay, fine. Fine, what do you want me to say? I hated myself. I hated my family. I hated my life.

Reina: I had way too much anger inside and had no idea how to release it. 

Reina: I guess that was just.. a really bad coping mechanism.

Miki: Did your family know?..

Reina: .. My brother did.

Reina: But he still believed that it was just my friends' bad influence. He couldn't imagine me actually enjoying doing something like that. 

Reina: I've told him so many times that it's not his business and that he should ignore it, but.. he refused to listen.

Reina: That stupid kid was obsessed with "saving" me.

Reina: .. He was a lot like you, Guard 002.

Miki: ...

Eiji: ...

Reina: What's wrong, Guard 001? Do you find this situation familiar as well?

Eiji: S-shut up.

Reina: So, one day he decided to pay a visit to my friends and tell them to basically leave me alone.

Reina: *laughs* .. That did not go well.

Reina: My friends knew that I have a brother, but they have never seen him before. They just saw him as a random annoying kid.

Reina: According to them, he also never said that he was my brother, he just told them to stay away from his sister, but never told them my name.

Reina: .. I don't really believe them, to be honest.

Miki: .. You think your friends would have still beaten him up even if they knew he was your brother?

Reina: They looked shocked when they finally noticed the resemblance and they really were sorry, but.. I think he would have definitely told them that I was his sister.

Reina: They probably just ignored it or didn't believe him. They're idiots, I know.

Reina: A-and..

Reina: *takes a breath* When I came back, I saw.. 

Reina: ...

Miki: Y-you don't have to talk about it, if you don't want to-

Eiji: Your brother's corpse, right?

Miki: Eiji-san!

Eiji: We already know it was her brother. She has no choice but to talk about it.

Reina: .. Yeah. Yeah, it was his corpse.

Reina: They didn't want to kill him and it was an accident. 

Reina: One of them pushed him too hard and his head ended up hitting the wall of one of the buildings they were standing next to.

Reina: .. T-they told me he died instantly.

Miki: .. Do you believe them?

Reina: .. I don't know. I want to believe he did. 

Reina: It's not really fun to imagine your brother slowly dying from blood loss, you know?

Eiji: Has anyone else seen what happened? It must have been an intense fight, I'm sure someone would have heard it.

Reina: It was pretty late and not that many people live in that area, so.. No one heard it. Even if someone did, they didn't do anything about it.

Miki: But.. If you weren't the one who murdered him.. 

Miki: Then why-

Reina: I was the one who murdered him.

Reina: If it wasn't for me being an idiot, this fight would have never happened.

Reina: He wouldn't have to go and ask my friends to leave me alone. And I just kept arguing with him, yelling at him and telling him to ignore the fact that his sister is a criminal.

Reina: And because he admired me way too much for some reason, he..

Reina: .. I can't do this.

Reina: Why am I telling you two this anyway? You will just vote me innocent again.

Reina: I-I don't really care about my verdict that much anymore, but.. 

Reina: .. Even if the best punishment for me would be to continue living, I still want to-

Miki: Himura-san.

Miki: E-even if you really were a bad older sister..

Miki: From one bad older sister to another, I want you to know that I forgive you.

Miki: I genuinely don't think it was your fault. 

Miki: You weren't the one who murdered him, so.. How can we vote you guilty now that we know that for sure?

Eiji: I'm still here, by the way.

Miki: B-but Eiji-san, you agree that Himura-san is innocent, right?

Eiji: Just like she said, if it wasn't for her being a terrible sister, all of this wouldn't have happened. She should have known better.

Miki: Eiji-san! We already voted her innocent two times, what's the point in us voting her guilty this time?  What will she learn from that? It doesn't make any sense for us to do so, considering the verdict system-

Eiji: ...

Reina: ...

Miki: .. I wasn't supposed to say that, right?

Reina: Verdict system?..

Reina: What verdict system?

Reina: Tell me everything you know.

Miki: We're not supposed to tell you that-

Reina: I will accept any verdict, just please, tell me about the verdict system!

(sound of Reina standing up)

Miki: Himura-san, let's just forget about it-

Miki: ".. Forget.."

Miki: "But what if she notices?"

Reina: Just tell me what's going on! I want to know more about this place!

Reina: I'm not asking you to tell me who's in charge, at least tell me how your verdicts work! 

Eiji: .. "Our verdicts"-

Miki: Himura-san, please, let's calm down. 

Miki: "I should distract her somehow-"

Miki: !

Miki: .. Where's Eiji-san?

Reina: You think you can trick me like that?

Reina: ..  Wait, where is he?

Miki: The screen isn't showing him..

Miki: I-it's okay, maybe he just.. needed to go to the bathroom or something?  

Miki: "Where is he. Where is he. Where is he. Where is he. Where is he. Where is he. Where is he-"

Miki: "W-wait, maybe that was his idea from the start?"

Miki: "R-right! He probably just wanted to distract Himura-san, so that I can use the memory machine on her!"

Miki: "Ah, Eiji-san is so smart!"

Miki: "I just have to-"

Miki: ...

Miki: "Where is it."

(the door opens)

(sounds of someone running)

Eiji: *breathes heavily* 

Eiji: .. Miki, we-

Miki: Eiji-san! What are you doing here?!

Miki: You couldn't have gotten here so quickly-

(sounds of Eiji's footsteps)

Miki: ...

Eiji: .. Huh?

Eiji: W-where the hell am I?..

Eiji: And who are you all? And what is this.. thing?

Miki: .. Himura-san.

Miki: What have you done.

Reina: Haha.. I guess you could say this was my plan all along.

Reina: I wanted to get rid of one of these things, but still wanted to use the other one on you two.. well, you three.

Reina: You all are victims just like the rest of us. You will continue worshipping Milgram no matter what, so I had no choice but to make you forget about it.

Miki: .. How did you get it-

Miki: Don't point it at me!

Reina: But it's your turn, Miki-chan~

Reina: I couldn't break the video machine, but at least it's easy to use and break this one.

Miki: "The video machine!"

Miki: "I have to extract her video right now-"

Miki: ...

Reina: .. Miki-chan?

Reina: Did it.. work?

Reina: .. Why are you so quiet, Miki-chan?

Eiji: Can someone tell me what's going on?..

Reina: Miki-chan-

Reina: !

Hinode: I'll take that, thank you.

Reina: .. So you weren't actually asleep, huh.

Hinode: Haha, you got me~

Hinode: Though I am still feeling a bit sleepy..

Hinode: But it's okay, I can wait.

Hinode: Now, Prisoner 010, Reina..

Hinode: Could you do me a favor and sing your sins?

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[ Reina's Trial 3 MV: (Un) Forgivable ]

Her video starts with showing us an empty street. The weather is sunny and we can also see a lot of graffiti around. We see a young woman walking and turning around to see Reina and her friends standing not so far away from her. Reina points right at her and we hear her say:

"Get her".

We see that woman lying on the ground and crying and Reina walks closer to her and touches the woman's chin and makes her look into Reina's eyes. 

"Useless, all of them

Nobody would care if I cried, if I laughed, if I even simply existed

It's like I exist to be everyone's good girl

But I can't even do that, oh, what a failure, what a failure I am!"

The woman doesn't understand what's going on and then Reina stands up, kicks her in the stomach, making her cough.. neon green paint? 

"What about becoming everyone's bad girl?

Sorry to disappoint, but I can't even do that

They keep saying I'm innocent, that "it can't be that bad"

Hey, guys, I haven't finished telling you everything"

And then she walks away. Her friends laugh and even clap and they all leave. 

As they walk, they see a group of people who are most likely the same age as them and who also look like delinquents. Reina's friends turn to her, waiting for her order and she nods. 

"Too bad to be an angel, too good to be a devil

Shut up, shut up, I'm the one who makes all the choices

Your honor, I'm not done, won't you hear me out?

You've already made your decision? Sorry, but I won't hear you out"

The whole street immediately gets covered in paint, almost looking like a rainbow because of all the colors. Reina just casually continues walking, somehow avoiding all the paint while her friends and the other delinquents get completely covered in it. 

"All of them? So guilty, guilty! 

"You are innocent" Haha, no, I am innocence itself!

This kind of behavior is unforgivable?

Just remove the "un", make it forgivable!"

In the end, she's seen sitting on a pile of bodies that are covered in paint as well and she looks bored and apathetic. We can see a young boy who looks a lot like Reina's little brother, Neiro, walking by and stopping to look at his sister. He runs away before she can notice him.

It's getting late and we see Neiro walking up to Reina's friends, but it looks like Reina is not with them right now. 

"What are you doing? You know I don't deserve it

Trying to save me? Oh, I'm honored

Sorry, but I've already made my decision

Hearing you out was never an option for them"

He's trying to have a conversation with them, but they just laugh at him and it looks like they're telling him to leave. Neiro actually looks a bit scared, but he refuses to do so and even tries to attack one of them. He fails and Reina's friends shrug and start beating him up. 

"Stupid weakling, get out of my way

This is my revolution, I will never obey

Good kids like you should go to bed

Or else your future will become as dark as this night"

The street becomes colorful again and Reina comes back and it looks like she's about to say hi, but then she stops and looks at the scene in front of her. 

"All of them? So guilty, guilty! 

"You are innocent" Haha, no, I am innocence itself!

This kind of behavior is unforgivable?

Then why did you still forgive me?"

Everything around her starts becoming blurry and she sees her little brother lying up against the wall and his head is covered in paint. The paint is changing colors really quickly until it finally becomes red and we can see how the scene actually looked like and how bad Neiro's head injury was. 

The scene suddenly changes and now we see a cute little Reina doll appear on the screen. The dolls of her friends start to appear too.

"Okay everyone! What should the punishment be for this awful, horrible sin?"

Silence. The Reina doll's smile becomes wider.

"Correct answer! We shouldn't punish her at all!"

All of her friends' expressions become happier too and they start to smile and laugh and we can hear everyone cheering and clapping in the background.

The scene glitches and we go back to reality. Reina is carrying Neiro's body (even though it's hard to see it because it looks very blurry) and her friends, who look very worried, run up to her and try to offer help. She ignores them and continues walking. 

"I did it, I did it, it was my fault

Look at me, this is the truth you've been avoiding all this time

"It was an accident", "She wasn't the one who did it"

So this is forgivable? Add the "un", make it unforgivable"

We can see more and more red paint (or blood?) appear on her clothes while her friends look completely fine. We can still hear the cheering and clapping and it gets louder and louder and gets mixed with sounds of someone crying and screaming. It actually sounds a lot like Reina is the one crying and screaming. 

Finally, Reina lets Neiro's body fall on the ground and turn into more paint. The paint gets on Reina's body and clothes and she turns to her friends who all look terrified. 

Reina, however, smiles widely and gives them a thumbs up. 

"Come on, put your best smile on, let's dance while everyone's heads roll

The queen of innocence is here, her trial is over

To the ones who are watching, to the ones who can hear me

What you're doing is truly UNFORGIVABLE"

The scene glitches again and her friends' expressions change to happy ones and they all lift Reina up and we can hear all of them go "Yay!~" in the background.

The video ends.

[sakuralovespossums]

Nikolai Gogol x Autistic Reader

(Because I haven’t been able to find any goddammit)

(Also I’ll be going off of my own autistic traits/experiences)

Warning: this is Nikolai, so expect gore, violence, and morbid thoughts

I feel like Nikolai wouldn’t really know much about autism or being neurodivergent. He’ll prbly go to Fyodor to learn more.

But he does know that you have certain interests, traits, dislikes, and ways of seeing things and thinking that differs from the most other people.

He loves that about you!

He likes to watch you stim and finds it funny and cute.

He’ll then join in cause it looks like fun!

Considering he already moves around a lot whenever he’s excited, I wouldn’t be surprised if it turns out he’s also on the spectrum.

Nikolai values freedom from physical/human constraints. So I feel like he might pity you for your aversions to certain textures, smells, foods, etc.

He can’t imagine how hellish it must be to imprisoned by all these overbearing stimulations.

If only he could shed you of your human body so that you can finally be free from all it all!

He’ll be more upset when he hears about any past negative experiences you may have had with ableist people and societal expectations.

Nikolai HATES being forced to conform!!! How dare they try to snap your wings!!

He’ll prbly teleport off somewhere to go torture/kill some random unlucky person to let out his anger.

Will casually describe his recent killings and tortures of his targets in the DOA to you with his upbeat demeanor. He might even show you pictures!

“This one’s one of my favorites!!! It almost looks like spaghetti noodles, doesn’t it?!”

It’s a picture of a government official having his brain pulled out through his nose.

If it makes you uncomfortable, he’d prbly find your discomfort odd but stop.

Since you tell him a lot about your hyperfixations and special interests, he likes to describe his disturbing knowledge on the human body and all the creative ways to kill and harm them.

Man will randomly bite you like a dog. Have you seen those teeth?

Nikolai would definitely pick you up and toss you around in and out of his cape portal like a toy, if you happen to be short.

Hell, he’ll do it regardless of your height. He’s already taller than everyone.

Sure, you can touch his hair! Just don’t pull or he’ll bite your fingers off, hehehe!!

………………….

When your having a sensory overload/panic attack, he’ll immediately notice and teleport you both out of there to a much quieter place.

Nikolai means well and does like you, but he’s also a rather twisted clown who likes engaging in dangerous “games”

“Hey y/n!!! Wanna play this quiz where every time you lose, you have to stick a needle under a toenail?!”

“What?! You don’t?! That’s too bad! Aw well, maybe next time!”

Nikolai holds a deep resentment towards you for tying him down with human emotions and desires (love, patience, etc) and wants to kill you so that he can free himself.

There have been numerous times where he almost goes through with killing you in some brutal way. Yet he always stops at the very last moment since he can’t bring himself to do it.

Random headcanon: Nikolai would be a huge fan of the Saw and Terrifier movies