#ive read all the books and i know all the dirt on them

[robynator]

the fact that the two people im most attracted to in the lockwood & co show are penelope fittes and the 'golden blade' should be more concerning to me than it is. and, really, that extends to the books as well

it did not help that they gave him a manbun, leather jacket and eyeliner, or had fittes played by morven christie

and no im not mentally stable WHY do you ask

[hollowbutcanlove]

Words feel like… Part II

iso x fem!reader

warnings: mention of an erotic dream, mention of a possible (no) pregnancy, Jett's teasing.

18+ only

words: 1673

pt I pt III pt IV pt V pt VI

The morning came a little late, even closer to lunchtime. You stretched out on the bed, then finally opened your eyes. Your head was buzzing, and a migraine was starting to creep in. All you wanted to do was drink something sweet and refreshing, and preferably a painkiller. But then you suddenly freeze, and faint snippets of memories of last night and the night before start to pop into your head causing more headaches. You turn your head and see Iso sleeping peacefully beside you. You sigh heavily before running your hands through your hair and trying to comprehend the whole situation. The wall clock read around 11 a.m., which means most people are already awake. At least those who didn't attend last night's celebration. So the sooner you get out of here, the fewer people will notice you, though one will definitely be aware. You've heard from other agents that Cypher likes to watch them through hidden cameras. You're assuming he has some dirt on the agents. You're not happy about that.

You carefully get out of bed, trying not to wake your sleeping boyfriend, then gather up your scattered clothes and quickly dress. Out of the corner of your eye, in the daylight, you were able to notice the general interior of his room: minimalist in light colors. Taking one last look in the mirror, you take stock of your appearance, which was clearly not on your side - disheveled hair, slightly puffy lips, and smeared mascara - and open the door. Unfortunately, Iso's room wasn't far from the common living room and several agents were already there: Jett, who was having lunch for the younger agents today, Sage and Harbor, who were discussing something while sitting on the couch. One joy - the doors opened very quietly, so you weren't in danger of being noticed because of the sounds. You walk out, close the door, and take quick steps to your room.

Halfway there, you bump into Phoenix, who seems to have recently woken up.

"Good morning, Y/N. Where are you coming from? Isn't your room that way?" - he started the interrogation right away.

" I wanted to take a shower, and it was occupied," you said quickly, almost without thinking.

" Yeah? But the shower," he didn't have time to finish, but you slipped out and closed yourself in your room, "is... the other way."

You tried to catch your breath, leaning against the closed door. Your heart was pounding, and you realized that as soon as you left the room again, your newfound friends would start questioning you. That was the last thing you wanted to do, because then everyone would know what had happened and they would spend the rest of the time heckling, matchmaking, and other nonsense. You've already seen how these guys do it and their object was Yoru, who once gave a bouquet of flowers to Skye, but got a sharp answer from the freedom-loving Australian.

"What did I do... "- You whispered and sat down on the bed.

Your head was still pounding, so you started fumbling in the bedside table, trying to find the pills that would save you. And when you found them, you drank them immediately. But another question arises - what to do now? You have nothing to do - you haven't completely organized your room, and from entertainment - a couple of books, which you have already read ten times.

The decision came to you as soon as your head hit the pillow and you fell back into sleep. It wasn't the worst thing that could happen, after all.

...Or maybe.

You woke up in a sweat towards the end of the evening. Not because you'd had a nightmare, but because you'd had an erotic dream involving Iso.

You open your eyes abruptly and blink a few times before coming to your senses. The fever begins to slowly subside, but not the arousal you feel even after the dream ends. You sigh heavily, after which you rise up. Your hand tries to fumble for your phone on the nightstand, but it's gone. Everything goes cold inside, and you realize you forgot it in Iso's room.

"Fuck..." - you groan, leaning back on the bed.

And then, just as badly, there's a knock on the door. You guess who it could be. And you don't like it, but you get out of bed and open the door. Standing in front of you is Iso, this time dressed and with your phone in his hands.

" You forgot this yesterday," - he started, after an awkward silence.

"Yes, thank you," - you snatch the phone out of his hands, then try to close the door, but his leg prevents you from doing so.

" And I think we should talk. Shall I come in?"

Yes, you really should have discussed yesterday, but not at this moment. But Iso's voice was pretty convincing, so you stepped down and let him into the room.

" Don't worry, no one saw me. "

He walks into your room, then sits down on a chair and folds his arms across his chest. You didn't know what to say, because you'd just woken up from a dream like that. You wipe your face with your hands and put them on your lap. Someone needs to break the silence.

"Yesterday we gave in to the urge of passion and...uh. I think," - you swallowed, trying to find the right words. It seemed like something that shouldn't happen again, but at the same time you enjoyed it, judging by your memories. - "We're adults, right? I think we can have a meeting like this every now and then to de-stress."

He was looking at you the whole time with a relaxed expression on his face. As if these conversations and situations are normal for him.

"I agree,"- he said after a moment of silence, and then asked,- "but if memory serves me correctly, we were too drunk last night and didn't use protection..."

"Don't worry, I'm on birth control," -you exhaled. - "Health reasons."

"I see," - he nodded. -" I was already worried that this was the my first time and I'd have to deal with the consequences."

" The first time? "- Your eyes widened. There was no way you expected this from him. - "You mean it was your first time? Hell, I don't believe it."

"Do I look like an experienced womanizer to you?" - he chuckled, clearly thinking you meant it as a compliment.

" It doesn't matter,"- you dismissed him. - "I think you should go, don't you?"

He exhaled, then stood up and left the room without a final word. You sighed in relief and lay back on the bed. Was his voice always so exhilarating, or was it the hormones? You patted your cheeks, pftching yourself to come to your senses. Nothing out of the ordinary. You'd just fucked a handsome virgin and agreed to see him periodically for carnal pleasures. Nothing out of the ordinary.

You let out a squeal and ducked into your pillow. How did everything even come to this? Who asked you to talk about such suggestions? Your phone vibrated. And you looked at the screen.

Putting the phone away, you stare at the ceiling for a few minutes. Your rumbling stomach brings you to consciousness and you realize it's time to go to the kitchen. You hoped your portion wasn't eaten by one of the guys who liked to take double or even triple portions. So, having cleaned yourself up, you decided to go out into the common living room, which was also the kitchen and dining room.

There were more people in the evening - mostly those who had been at the party last night. Some of them were sprawled out on the couch, groaning with hangovers, while others were eating the dinner Jett had prepared earlier.

"Yo, Y/N, what's up?" - Phoenix asked, sipping orange juice.

" Nice," - you said, and walked over to the stove, where there was a huge pot of what looked like European soup.

You scooped up a full bowl, took a spoon, and sat down next to the fiery guy, starting your meal.

Jett appeared in the living room and took a seat on the ottoman next to you before giving you a sly smile. You didn't like that smile, it foreshadowed something not good.

"Y/N, where did you come from running so fast this morning? Phoenix told me," -she bowed his head.

" I was hung over," you scratched your head awkwardly.

" But you haven't been in your room since this morning," the white-haired girl said backwardly. -" you didn't spend the night at my place, am I right?"

"No, no," you tried your best to avert your suspicions. - "I fell asleep somewhere in the corridor, and when I woke up I ran to my room."

" I'm surprised no one who woke up before lunch saw you in the corridors of headquarters," - Cypher shrugged, and you wanted to throw something at him. You couldn't keep your mouth shut?

" So you did sleep over not after all. Hey, tell me, who took in sweet Y/n last night?" - Jett asked loudly.

You almost choked on your soup.

"Some of the older ones might hear and we'll get a hat on our heads."

"Oh, like this isn't the first time we've done this. They understand."

Jett looks at you and then at Phoenix and starts laughing. You don't understand the reason for her laughter, so you continue eating your soup.

"Well, we'll find out someday. I hope you don't repeat Yoru's fate," -Jett grinned. - "But if you do, we'll be there to support and glue your broken heart back together."

"Thank you very much," - you said sarcastically.

It had been a quiet evening, at least for most of them. But you were sure that after Jett had made a fuss, everyone had started talking among themselves about who you'd been with the night before. And you were afraid of what conclusions they might come to. So you didn't sleep very well, but eventually you fell asleep.

[gretavanmoon]

an omnipresent force•

hey friends, so in recent days I've realized that Tumblr is nothing but an open place to dump our wild, running thoughts, right? a place to express our art and let creativity flow in its rawest form, whether or not the work is unfinished or tied up with a big red bow. my docs is littered with unfinished ideas and half-written junk, and they're just sitting there. why? they're collecting dust, and I don't like dust.

ive consulted with my nearest and dearests on if this thought process is wack or not, and they don't think it's TOO wack, I hope. but anyways, here's a little preview of something I started a long time ago. It's got a couple chapters complete, a couple outlined, but it has no end in sight. and I don't really care. I wanna share it, because I love it, and completing multi-book works is a feat I'm familiar with from writing the Vigilance & Valor worlds, and without @gretavangroupie encouraging me to write like the wind, those things would STILL be sitting in our docs COLLECTING DUST (with absolutely no fault to her stamina, but by fault of mine lol)

so I'm gonna post this, it's messy and unfinished and kind of unedited, because who cares? we read for indulgence and escapism, and we write for the same reasons.

maybe I'll finish this one day, maybe I won't. nevertheless, enjoy it my loves ;)

also ily so much @builtbybrokenbells & @farfromthehomelands for the encouragements

Warnings: Mentions of Death & Dying, Pain, Loss, Crying

•

“Do you remember it, Y/N? Do you? Are all of your memories still alive? Do not ever let your mind be one to settle, my love. You know that. That is essential.”

His voice is strangled and pained as he tries to speak quietly in the shadows that have fallen across the large room, pushing his words out with haste as his eyes scan behind me. Waiting, anticipating someone to come unnoticed into the room with us. I take sight of his rigid and shaking body laid out across the cot, the white sheet wrapped around his freezing self.

"What did they give you, Paps? What did they drop into your eyes?" I beg. His pupils are dilated and the whites of them are now a deep red, swollen and blotchy as he struggles to focus in on me.

"My memories, my love... they've tried to take them. But the rash, it's taking me faster..." he moans.

His calloused hands desperately grab at mine, the beds of his fingernails torn and caked with dirt. “Promise me you’ll never forget… the things we thought we’d have forever are long gone, now, and we’re never getting them back. Keep your memories, Y/N, think about everything that you can, often. Speak them, share them- but only when you know you’re surrounded by those you can trust. Otherwise, keep them within yourself, and use them to keep going. Keep pushing through to the next sunrise…” His wrinkled and bruised palm then rests gently across my chest as it heaves with sorrow and exhaustion. I can’t stop this… There’s nothing more I can do for him…

“I won’t, I won’t ever forget…” My promise feels futile in the moment as I croak the words out, but I know that I will take charge of myself and bring it to fruition when the time is right. When I don’t feel as though I’m going to drown in my own tears as they feel like puddles around me. When my chest isn’t weighed down with the guilt of leaving him behind without a proper burial. When my body isn’t begging me to run as fast as I can. 

I squeeze his hand. 

“We’ve never seen times this dark, my love, and I fear that you will be the one to see them even darker. But don’t fret, darkness is only the absence of light. And where there is light, there is love. Never let yourself forget.” A quick and tight smile ghosts my lips as I remember his favorite song. “The photos, the books, the songs… sing them all the time. Keep the melodies alive, and don’t ever let yourself forget the words.”

His fingers drift down the line of ink that paints my forearm, each tattoo a memory of times that we will never get back, sounds that we will never hear again unless we sing them out loud, hoping that our memories serve us right. His sullen eyes snap to me again as we both hear a crash in the room behind us. I rip my sleeve back down to cover my arm. Nothing to show my identity.

My body urges itself to prepare to run, and though he knows that I must, he pulls me back down to speak to me again, his voice still hushed and dry as his body wracks with pain.

“Remember when you were a child, no bigger than a grasshopper, and I’d sit you on my knee, teaching you how to put the needle on the record so you’d always have the ability? And how we’d sing the songs together, and I’d play the melodies on the piano… you’d dance, oh my love, you’d dance!”

“I remember, of course I do!” I cry through a weakened smile, the memory of standing on his feet as he twirled me across the firelit living room now feeling like it was a thousand years ago. 

“Never cease your movements, my sweet.” His eyes scan behind us again, his weak hands squeezing mine in return. “Move until your muscles are sore, move until your feet are tough and hardened. Keep your body in good health, because in turn your mind will act along with it. Remember the trees, remember the clouds. The grass, the streams, the way the air smells before a rain, keep it all…memorize it. Categorize, record, and repeat. Your grandmother’s recipes, they’re still in the book. Her plant descriptions, her foraging tools, her gardening plans… study them, Y/N. Memorize. I’ve taught you well, we all have, you must seek and find what’s on the other side of this, my love. You’re prepared, it’s up to you. Find your clan, sweetheart. This isn’t the end. Many have forgotten what the emotion feels like, by now. But you know what love is. Track it down, and hold onto it with everything you’ve got left. Do you hear me? Love, honey. There are more of us. The good ones, they're still left. Find them. Find them!”

I nod harshly as the noise behind us crashes again, likely pulling down my makeshift barrier of tables and chairs. His breathing is weakened, and his chest rattles with a sound no man should ever make.

“They can take our things, but they can’t take our memories. Ever.” He taps the side of his temple with one finger. He knows just as well as I do that they can take our memories, and they have. They've already begun to take his. But his immunity to their drugs and schemes still proves itself strong, just like mine does.

“Share them, please… pass them along, and remember the memories that others share with you, too. You’ve always had the biggest heart of all of us, don’t try and argue with me. You’ve got more wit in your little finger than we all had from our heads to our toes. And any of us would have willingly admitted that, my sweet. Go- get out of here, while you still can. Remember my words, my love. Our history can’t be unwritten if you keep it here, in your heart.” His frail, bruised fingers tap my chest again as if to remind me where my heart sits, still beating with strength as his struggles to pump his blood supply. “Run, love, go! And don’t even think about turning back for me. I’ll have taken my last breath before you even cross the threshold. 

I love you, you love me.”

As I bring his hands up to my trembling lips, I feel the coldness of them like I’ve never felt before, as if they had been sitting in a bowl of ice water. The sound behind me crashes again, this time louder, and I know they are getting closer to us, now. I kiss his digits and smooth his silver hair back, whispering out a choked ‘I love you back’ before I turn and let my feet carry me toward the light peeking from under the towering double metal doors.

I hear his voice in the distance, crackled but still just as powerful as the man that made it.

“Remember, your memories are your own. Go and find the good ones, Y/N! Find them!"

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[nvuy]

HII i'm the anon from before who asked for writing advice !! thank you so much for answering omg (≧▽≦)

i'm not gonna start the tumblr blog idea 'til i actually feel confident in my writing (and already have a few things i can post), which i don't at the moment!

i really wanna write self-indulgent fics and if someone happens to relate then that's great!! thing is, my writing feels bland at the moment and rarely do i have any ideas to actually make into a fic (unlike right now. my brain's flooded with ideas all of a sudden..)

point is! i wanna give my writing a sort of descriptive/poetic feel and i know for sure a wide vocabulary isn't enough, even though it *is* a huge part of the style,, if that makes sense. how should i go about this? so sorry if i'm bothering u with all these writing questions!!!

enjoy the rest of your week nd stay cool <33

ur not bothering me at all, lovely. dont worry about it. i think i am the queen of self indulgent fics so there’s nothing to stress abt and i enjoy explaining how my stupid brain works.

description ;

a wide range of vocabulary isn’t necessary. it helps to know some special words and you’re welcome to incorporate them, but some of the best poetry ive read comes from its simplicity. a lot of people dont really want to read constant droning description; as much as i enjoy writing it myself, i hate authors like charles dickens with a passion. you can tell when a writer was being paid per word rather than how many times the book sells. and fuck his stupid ass christmas book.

a tip i can give you is to do what i do, which is to hand pick words depending on the scene.

i’ll use an example because i know that made zero sense: picture a very basic fairycore forest with pink plants and fireflies. this setting, from the description alone, should explain that this forest is a nice and small tucked away and pretty place. we add a stream that runs along the treeline. let’s describe the stream specifically. which sentence sounds better to you?

The white waters that part the soil flow down the centre of the earth, and divide the trees in two.

The clear waters that part the dirt splash down the middle of the path, and section the forest in two.

now, im hoping to the gods that you think the first one is better. the sentences are exactly the same in terms of definition, and the description depicts the same thing, but its the words used that make the first sentence softer, and therefore the setting seems a lot more peaceful by default.

if you use words with harder and rougher consonants throughout—i’m not telling you to avoid them—will make the sentence sound rougher, at least to me. harder sounds like ‘t’ and ‘k,’ as an example. words like ‘white’ i think, despite the hard ending, are still particularly softer, because the ‘wh’ sound at the beginning serves almost as a counterbalance. it’s why the word ‘clear’ sounds rougher; because it starts with a harder sound despite its softer ending.

it has nothing to do with magical sixteen letter words that nobody understands. learning new big words is cool and you’re welcome to use them, but if i see you writing: And the river is so beautiful, so stupendous, so marvelous, so loquacious… i will kill you with my bare hands.

something i also avoid is repeating the same words over and over again. using the stream as an example still, if you’re going to refer to it again and again, dont just use the word ‘stream.’ you sound like a parrot. change it up. look up synonyms if you’re not sure, or simply describe it also as ‘the water.’ the thesaurus is your best friend.

sometimes you can repeat words to emphasise them, or the passing of times. you can do this, but make sure it appears deliberate.

example:

even in confiteor when i was forced to write the word ‘cock’ 5600 times, i broke it up. frankly because i dont really know what other word to use that doesn’t sound awkward or cringe, so in between verses, i tossed in exposition, internal musings, thoughts and feelings, etc, to change up the repeated use of the word.

i Hope… that made sense . .

dropping cliches ;

cliches are inherently bad things, but there’s a lot of things you can do to differentiate stereotypical phrases and such from the norm.

for example: a confession “i love you.”

BORINGGGGG. put it in the bin (im kidding but you can make it more interesting or heartfelt).

observe the typical: “im in love with you.”

now, in my opinion, it’s better than the former. it sounds more sincere. ‘i love you’ on its own could refer to many different types of love, but “im in love with you” is romance.

scrap the obvious and toss out the word ‘love:’ “i’ll never grow tired of your voice.”

now obviously poetic prose wont always work depending on the character doing the confessing. i could imagine someone like argenti prattling and waxing poetry for nine hours.

someone like boothill, however, in all of his inelegance, you can have more fun with.

observe again: “i trust you.”

“but wait nvuy that’s not a love confession.” it’s called subtly. and, if you’ve written it correctly, i shouldnt have to hear a ‘i love you’ to understand that the two people you’re writing about are in love. i should be able to understand that through interactions and exchanges beyond that. i based old habits around that; you didnt have to see the mc and scaramouche smooch to know that they were in love.

there’s so many ways to explain the feelings of romance without saying “[X] was in love with [Y].” UNLESS you use it for a comedic and abrupt effect that the character themselves is feeling, and not so much you as the narrator telling your audience that the character is in love.

the romance you write can be slow and gentle or quick or hostile or muddied or confusing. make it so through words and actions. it’s all in the ‘show don’t tell.’

so if you want to combine my tips you can write your own gooey gross romantic self indulgent fics just like me and then force feed them to your friends YIPPEEEEEE

[padmestrilogy]

Do you know any good sources for behind the scenes stuff for A New Hope? I’m doing a big project on the making of Star Wars and wanted to make sure I was getting stuff right. I know Empire of Dreams but was wondering if there was anything else that would be good.

there’s also “light and magic” which tells the story of a new hope’s vfx team (genuinely good watch, very funny, and less lucas-heavy than “empire of dreams”). jw rinzler’s “making of star wars” book series is known for going in-depth on each film. i haven’t read through all of them but he’s the gold standard for star wars historians, and you can find his anh book on the internet archive.

other, optional recs:

“the star wars archives episodes iv-vi” by paul duncan: these are beautiful, informative books that are also quite expensive and look at full trilogies as opposed to just a new hope. i can’t find any 🏴‍☠️ link, presumably because scanning a big glossy volume like that takes time.

“the secret history of star wars”: a mammoth of a book. maybe more controversial in fandom for its central thesis (lucas & co made stuff up as they went along) (shocker), its the product of a head-spinning amount of research, and though it goes into the production of every single star wars film, there’s tons of stuff on anh in there. x

“skywalking: the life and films of george lucas”: a really great biography of george, written on the set of “return of the jedi”, one of the most unbiased looks at him that was still published. you can get it dirt cheap at thriftbooks.

carrie fisher’s memoirs: these are great and frequently heartbreaking reads. she was simply a fantastic writer. i have to rec them. x x x

bonus: i’ve heard really good stuff about “star wars: the annotated screenplays”, have not caught up to that one in my reading list though

[heartzzluvv]

☆ Things i’m manifesting ☆

☆ telekinesis

I feel like it would be really cool to have telekinesis, Ive always doubted the accounts on tiktok of people doing telekinesis but SHIII since anythings possible i might aswell manifest something ive always wanted!!

☆ winning a lottery

My mom needs this SOOO bad bruh!! This will help all our struggling.

☆ desired Friend group.

I have a specific friend group scripted aswell, idky but ive just been falling off with my friends like i have barley any friends left .

☆ Having A marks in every subject no matter what without studying

no becs does this even need an explanation? LIKE WHO WOULDNT WANT THIS? Ive been falling off, my grades are horrifying.

☆ photographic memory

Ive always wanted this && found this cool. Ive always found it cool how in “Alice in borderland” how he was able to always remember stuff, it was like a dreammm!

☆ Having pretty privilege.

No explanation.

☆ Desired scenarios to happen

No explanation.

☆ knowing human physiology , being able to read anybody just by their looks, moves,etc,

IVE ALWAYS WANTED TO LEARN MORE ABOUT PHYSIOLOGY! Like ive always found the whole topic cool. But when i found out about human physiology? I WAS SOO INVESTED! i have to wait to get the books, so why bother just make my 2D a reality.

☆ Revising WHOLLEEE family.

Mainly my birth dad since i havent met him, but my point stands

☆ Able to shift instantly on commands.

No explanation.

☆ Can breath and see underwater.

No explanation.

☆ ideal swimsuit

theres these super cute swimsuits that are like 30Million dollars for each piece and im like WTFFF so im just gonna wait for it to come to me

☆ meeting amazing people

I havent scripted anything about these amazing people, so im just gonna let it come unexpectedly!

☆ Going on an trip to disney cruise

No explanation.

☆ ability to see who is the good person (if you see green aura around a person that means he’s a good person and if you see a red aura around a person that means he's a Bad person).

Ive always wanted to be aware if somebody is bad or not, not like anybodys gonna listen to my ruling, but atleast I know.

☆ desired body&& face

No explanation

☆ healing power

No explanation

☆ Manifesting a genie that grants you unlimited wishes

Because what? ive always felt deep down that ts was possible.

☆ meeting future me

Because i wanna know how ill be in the future PERIODT

☆ Ability to see into the future.

No explanation

☆ a yacht

my family is dirt poor , so this would be so cool and mean sm to me idk

☆ mom randomly getting a loaddd of money

my moms poor

☆ being fluent in french and spanish

CAUSE IVE ALWAYS TRIED TO WANT TO KNOW THESE LANGUAGES

☆ not feeling any pain

No explanation

☆ able to see peoples auras

No explanation

☆ all animals love me

Cause it would be so cool for a bird to not scatter like they normally do when they see people

☆ an adorable kitten

My mom said no pets but idgaf

☆ a pendant that you can put on your stuffed animals or pets that allows you to understand and talk to them!

IVE ALWAYS WANTED TO KNOW WHAT MY PETS SAY!! Like i wonder if my cat just goes like “get tf away from me you ugly ass bitch”😍

☆ infinite money card

it would be so hard to explain

☆ getting a fairy friend , Whose name is magical && looks like tiana

basic name but idc. i really want that cute fairy.

☆ my mom being less strict

She wont let me date or dye my hair . OR GET A SEPTUM.

☆ all piercings heal fast

im supposed to get a belly, industrial, snake bites & septum. so ofc

☆ blowing up on tumblr

A DREAMMM FR!! but im not in a rush nd idm watching my acc slowly grow.

☆ learning more about LOA

I wonder if LOA works like this. like can i just manifest to manifest?? LMAO

word to manifest all - “Cinnamon roll”

[shadowqnights]

Do you have any like thoughts on or headcannons for MCD Travis?

its funny cause i haven't really gotten around to him in any rewrite stuff yet except for like. AUs where he's a part of the guardboys(tm). so this may be brief but here's my rewrite thoughts so Far on travis.

i feel like most people like sticking with the canon of travis being socially awkward because of his isolation. like yeah. i'm a big fan. social cues are lost on him and his more confident/flirting behaviours are from copying books (even the most extreme or fantastical ones). unspoken social rules are the devil to him. this boy was born to yap his head off.

[clashes most with katelyn and garroth at first because of this BUT finds common ground with them later thanks to his studies.]

speaking of his studies hoo boy hello my freak scientist. let him learn! loves getting his hands dirty and doing experiments. no qualms about going to hold bugs and rolling around in the dirt to try and Figure Shit Out. he's a cartographer, in his spare time he's trying to fully map out gal'ruk. he loooves to read, just you wait until he gets his hands on actual up-to-date books and becomes kenmur and emmalyn's bestie. that's kind of where his common ground with katelyn and garroth comes from because they're all fascinated with history to a degree and Can like . sustain a convo with Just pure infodumping. but garroth's a bit of an academic snob sometimes vs travis is a bit of a freak scientist so.. clash...

in a similar vein god travis journals like a teenage girl trying to get her life back together. he notes down everything. he's interested in biology and geology in particular. he will draw and write about everything he sees, and later begins noting down a Lot of human behaviour to understand it better. even to an invasive degree, since he's incredibly perceptive. what he lacks in social cue knowledge he makes up for in pure Vibe Checks and straightforwardness. he will just say exactly what he's feeling.

emotionally he gets along best with laurance and aph, then later katelyn. also kenmur. he and garroth still have some shit to work through. he and laur start off trying to kill each other a little bit and then become besties. i still have to work on his demon mode but it will happen . hoenstly even though he would tire aaron out, they would probably have a mad good chat about divine grudges and demons. younger dante and travis would probably relate a lot to each other.

he's a little bit odd in the way of like . you know the trope where a character is like. isolated alone in the wilderness and is just. having conversations with animals. that's travis. he's just chatting casually with the island critters a lot , if only to have Some company. but he does genuinely also have a really good bond with the wildlife on gal'ruk. i imagine him with a snake companion.

carries knives and a polearm of some sort as his weapons. despite being like a good fighter and like a core of his life on gal'ruk is literally 'guarding' by technicality, he's not really that big on fighting. he's capable , but similar to aaron he would NEVER think of himself as a guard figure. they're more like . freelancing out of necessity.

i think those are like the Main things ive thought about but again like barely scratching the surface cause i haven't really got to him in rewrite yet. but i will one day. sorry i have a funny way of typing casually in a janky way that my brain would say it irl happy to explain anything further if it doesn't make sense. tee hee

[insaneintheemembranev2]

paring; karlach x gn!tav!reader

genre; angst, friends to lovers,

requested; (yes/no)

warnings; no happy ending, major character death, depressed reader, ending of bg3 changed, no capital letters, 2 time skips, not proof read.

summary; in which karlach meets her demise and reader is left alone once again.

authors note; no use of y/n and they/them pronouns for reader. thank you for reading! this is my first time writing angst and actually publishing it so i'm kind of nervous lmao. my requests are currently open, so please send me something to write! <3 you can find two published books of mine on ao3 or wattpad as they aren't yet posted here if you're interested, thank you!

word count; 686

you lay in karlach's bed, the sun shining and boiling above you. the heat was almost too much to bear, although that might be because you have a tiefling with an infernal engine that was hotter than the hells lying with you.

karlach had her arm draped over your waist adding to your discomfort. you tried wiggling away to cool down but she just dragged you right back into her grasp, she was insanely strong.

"stop moving." she groaned while sloppily giving your neck a kiss.

"i'm too hot!" you exclaimed in a whiny voice.

she let out a chuckle "yeah you are." she said in a flirtatious way.

"karlach!"

"fine, fine. go and leave me here all alone." she said with a sigh, letting go and rolling over.

"i'm sure you'll survive." i wriggled out of bed and started getting my armour on, we had a long day ahead. "are you not getting up?"

"5 more minutes."

"fine, but get up soon. we have to travel through the city again today."

she muttered something as i walked away from her tent.

the party made their way back to the camp, feeling defeated and heartbroken having lost one of our dearest companions. tears welled up in everyone's eyes as we walked, our bodies were covered in blood, sweat, various poisons, acid, and monster goop from our recent adventure. the fight had been brutal, leaving me with an aching back and heart, my voice hoarse from constantly casting spells. dirt and mud had crept under my fingernails, clinging to my skin, and I couldn't help but feel exhausted and drained.

when we had returned i didn't bother washing off any of the dirt from my body, i just removed my armour and went to sleep, hoping when i awakened it would all just be a bad dream.

months had gone by and my mental state only declined. the rest of the party had disbanded, moving on with there lives, but how could i? how could i move on after losing the love of my life? how could they go on knowing what she gave up for us?

all karlach ever wanted was to be free, have a normal life and experience the city without fear of zariel snatching her back into the hells. over the past 9 months ive experienced all kinds of emotions.

at first i didn't believe she was gone, i woke up the next morning thinking everything was fine and she wasn't actually dead. my friends looked at me with sympathy and pity. i hated it, couldn't stand the way they were treating me.

after a while, i realised she was gone, so i believed she was hiding in the hells waiting for me to go get her, to save her. zariel must of done something, must of switched karlach out for someone else.

then i felt angry, why would want to leave me alone, why would she sacrifice herself. we would've figured something out, someway she could live, scarified gale or something. we could of fixed her engine and lived together. we could of been together, properly but she chose not to. she chose to leave me.

i tried everything to bring her back, i researched for hours every day for an entire month, i tried every spell, every scroll and every potion i could get my hands on. i tried contacting zariel. i even tried making a deal with jergal to bring her back in exchange for my soul. nothing worked and no one accepted my deals.

i gave up hope after a few more months, she wasn't coming back.

i cant get out of bed, i don't want to. i don't want to eat, drink or move without her. i feel like my throat is closing up, like i can't even breathe without her. its like karlach was my life source.

if only i stayed in bed that morning, maybe it would have turned out differently. maybe she would of been next to me now. i would give anything to be able to feel the heat of her heart once more.

[bloodgulchblog]

Have you seen that YouTube video where some guy reads every Halo novel back to back and then reviews them? If so what did you think

The Brian David Gilbert one? Oh yeah, all my friends showed me it when it came out. (It was honestly kind of cute seeing how many people thought of me immediately.)

Rewatching it to refresh myself because it's been a couple years and a full-novel reread for me since the last time...

High fiving BDG because the Master Chief parts of The Flood were definitely the most boring parts.

He didn't have anything to say about First Strike which I think is a shame because I think it's better than The Fall of Reach and actually has A Theme I Find Interesting.

Rightful recognition of Contact Harvest as pretty damn good.

Rightful recognition of the Forerunner Trilogy as dense oldschool-style SF with deep worldbuilding. (Also the San'Shyuum thing.)

I disagree with him about, and have significant problems with, Kilo Five. He is correct that Kilo Five actually delves into some of the dark places in Halo in a way it really needed, and I would even say that its writing is extremely engaging by Halo novel standards. However, while he does notice the obvious parallels between what ONI is doing post-war and the kind of shit the CIA has pulled again and again irl, I think he misses some of the subtext I see where it feels like it justifies some shit a liiiiittle too much if you know the author's irl politics re: the military. He also doesn't seem to notice the character assassinations (particularly of Catherine Halsey) that I and a lot of other fans see/object to in those books. I kind of gaze into the middle distance with a haunted expression at the suggestion that these are the ones to read if you don't touch any of the others just because they are, ironically, so heavy-handed and feel like they treat certain kinds of evil as inevitable in a way that actually feels way worse to me than the excuse plot offered by the earlier/lighter Halo novels. (But idk, that's me? Nobody is committing a crime if they disagree with my frenzied insane person red string diagrams about Kilo Five.)

I'd swap Pariah for Dirt in the Evolutions anthology if it were me, but I think these are solid standouts.

Broken Circle is neat but really nonessential he's not wrong.

A one-sentence review of New Blood is probably not enough space to get into how fucked up the Spartan-IV program is, but yeah. New Blood is fun if you don't find Buck's first person narration annoying. (It comes and goes for me in that one.)

BDG you're an absolute sweetheart, I think Hunters in the Dark is kind of goofy in a way I cannot in good conscience ignore if I'm gonna review it. But it really really is so much fun and I love that one a lot anyway. The "it's like Halo 3... 2" observation is solid.

High fiving him again because I also found Last Light disappointing. And it is also a me problem.

Fractures!

Hell yeah these are all good pulls from Fractures, I would say Shadow of Intent is the pick of the litter in that anthology for me. Interesting that as a Kilo Five enjoyer he didn't single out Rossbach's World, which is the last we've heard about Osman and Black Box. (Also, that one is good.) I think Oasis is worth an honorable mention because I'm an Envoy stan, and the Forerunner stories are interesting but I wouldn't go for them if you don't already have a healthy interest in the trilogy.

This tangent is so fucking funny now that we know more things:

Oh BDG, oh buddy, it's really not for the people like you and me huh. (Disclaimer: I have no idea if BDG likes the Halo tv show or not and I have no desire to dig up evidence about it.)

Also, while you're here, this is the bloodgulchblog origin story:

Smoke and Shadow is fun so it's a little sad that when he ends that sentence with "whatever," I can't actually say he's wrong to. (Sorry Rion your part of the lore just.... hasn't... touched anything that touches anything else anymore.)

ENVOY IS GOOD AND EVERYONE SHOULD CARE ABOUT IT okay okay I'm cool I'm normal, anyway. Envoy is the Halo novel that restored my faith in reading Halo novels and reminded me that authors can care and know how to do nuanced, interesting themes in this space. It's great. Everyone in this book has war refugee trauma (except the Spartans which have Spartan trauma) and that's incredible to me. Please care about Envoy if you have spare room in your heart for Halo side characters.

I am cheered to see someone indifferent to the Veta Lopis stories, but I still feel petty for feeling it.

I don't have a lot to say about Legacy of Onyx here but it's always so fun seeing someone else suffer and care.

Bad Blood, the Blood is Bad now is a fun joke but lol yeah. It does have this very vital moment where Chief and Arbiter talk, though. For the first and only time in years.

PROPS FOR NOTICING THE YA NOVELS they're actually pretty nice.

"The Master Chief is the protagonist and boy does he shoot some people" is most of how I feel about Silent Storm and Oblivion too, I know they have their fans but Troy Denning's Chief books don't do much for me personally.

Renegades hadn't had its followup Point of Light yet but yeah, Spark stuff is interesting.

I had to remember that oh yeah, there are multiple books now that didn't exist when this was made. I wonder if he read them?

OKAY I THINK THAT'S ALL I HAD TO SAY as always if y'all want specific book opinions, I might have a tag for them. Or just yell in my ask box, I'm sure I can scrounge up some thoughts.

[erisgivesmeflowers]

the body is sacred to me my body, i dont expect you to understand the way i do, its the books i read and the order i read them in, they made me this way. id like to think it comes from inside of me but its the all of it. its the all of it at once. i love channeling through her all the things ive read and the way that the impact me. she is my great filter she is me she is my flesh she is above me and below she is like the great saying and scriptures the phrases and wants. she is my bone and my brick building me. she is breathing pink and red and pale and she is my tether to this great green and blue plastic we make together. she loves when i let her touch the dirt she loves when i let her smell the earth she loves when i stick my head out of windows and let myself feel my ribcage for once. i ignore her so often but she is mine and me and i am hers. and you know exactly what im talking about

[nfumbewalk]

Esoteric Ramblings & Family Ramblings

Parchment for a sour jar. My real blood, oleum, and sigil.

I've been trying to get together more lessons for my *new* necromancy student. 💀 I have plenty of material, in my head. It's just gotta make it to my Notepad to her email! Lol. She's 35 years old and happens to have the right planets in the needed placements to be a natural necromancer.

I just happened upon her in a Santa Muerte reading. I offered her a free course because I think she'll be powerful. My course is usually $800.00. Big time gifts, right?!? 😅 I think so, with some tuning. She's wild, but I see potential! Why is my course expensive? To eke out the flakes, the non-gifted, the ones with a "god-complex," the wanna be's...you name it! In this field, you meet them all!

She may need to sign a privacy disclosure too. The stuff I teach isn't illegal but "normies" don't like ppl poking around graveyards. I just collect dirt from my muertos grave & maybe once in awhile, take a memento from a grave, if it's old. I never litter or tip stones, never ever desecrate anything! Graveyards are like my second home!

I've sent my student a few short documents that I hope she absorbs and asks some questions. Part of it is my "Muerteria™"- Adherents of Nod...but it was shortened. She doesn't need to know about the Gatekeepers, the Holy days, the coin, or the sacrifice (not animal)! Now, when I say "Gatekeeper" it's not what you're thinking. And also, nothing to do with the Demons of my past path.

I did have a brief convo with a Demon, even wore his sigil out of respect - no offering though. He seemed to be interested, but when he learned about other occupants of my house, his interest waned. He wouldn't be the hotshot here! He doesn't like my muerto, that's what!

Because my Rodolfo stands up for me. He won't let this deceiving Demon bother me or give me false promises! Rodolfo forced the Demon to leave my house after learning that this Demon wanted me back on the destructive path that is Demonolatry. I know I'm not the only one.

Hey - maybe it ain't destructive for you, great! But others, especially sensitive espiritista's like myself - we have to careful of energies that may influence us in a negative way, break our barriers (psychic, emotional, mental mostly), and drain us. That's why I ultimately left the Demono-folks. I found myself getting jammed up with negative energy and constant psychic & mental barrier breaking. I wanted a more peaceful place & I found that with the muertos, in now what I refer to loosely as "Muerteria™". It IS a path. Not a religion. Call it spiritual if you wish. There's no doctrine or holy book/scripture.

For me, personally, I like the Odu, which is a part of African Traditional Religion. I'm NOT in any of them though - never initiated, never will be. I do like aspects of those religions, though. The actual religion that fits me the closest is Palo Mayombe. Won't pay for it & they are biased against women. As are most African paths... They are getting better-ish, slightly. Yeah, they say: "Women! Are the mothers!" Umm..what else? Oh yeah, "Women! Comforters!" Rofl! 😂

Well, I'm no feminist, but inequality blows, especially in a religion. One thing I did not experience was racism! Amazing. One of my teachers was Cuban. Another was Puerto Rican. My Ifá Baba was Black. None of them had trouble teaching this cracker!

Family Ramblings

All of these "closed traditions?" Stick a sage bundle in it! I do NOT burn that shit! And I'm part Native. I'm also part African?!? Genetics are fascinating. It's not much African, but my old Palo teacher said it didn't matter, any counts!! Lol!! No shit, he said that. 😅 I'm mostly Germanic, Norwe & French Canadian.

My great grandfather, Norwegian, Tonyus Barstad, somehow got my grandfather, Arthur Wilson Barstad, to Oregon...where he enlisted into the Army during WWII, becoming a Tech IV Sergeant - "in the rear with the gear" he was! Met my grandma, who worked at a cinema - embroiled with Hitler's propaganda... Her sister's refused my grandpa. "No! You take him!" My grandma said "fuck it!" And in 1946-47 left Germany to marry my grandpa Arthur and GTFO Germany! My mom was born in Portland, Ore. in September 1948.

Grandpa Arthur was the cheapest man alive. My mom told horror stories about being cold all the time and how her parakeets didn't like it. Grandpa was just a drunk. He was drunk at work too - a government job, no doubt. And he stank to high heaven, never bathing. Grandma was drunk too, so I doubt she noticed. My grandpa did do one useful thing for me, many years after his death. I'm a member of The Order of the Eastern Star, which is basically female Freemasons, though men can join too.

The OES is all about charity work & fundraising for different causes. Yes, there is a secret handshake! 😊 And an initiation - a FREE one! Lolz! There is actually a Sentinel who sits outside the ritual room, guarding it. My husband sat & chatted with him. The offered to make him a Freemason.

Ah, just a little trip down memory lane. I really miss my parents. I have so MANY unanswered questions.

Done here!

Memento Mori! 💖💀💖

[nervousmistycat]

tag game time!!

Disclaimer: I'm bad at saying stuff so the answers are gonna be a bit short and maybe weird? idk

01) Are you currently in a serious relationship? uuuh yeah? kinda? my qpp is so awesome so yeah

02) What was your dream growing up? idk, at first I wanted to be a therapist and stuff, then a designer for many stuff, and now I'm just here

03) What talent do you wish you had? doing everything right the first time, cause I've quit so many hobbies for the sole reason I wasn't excellent first try lol

04) If someone bought you a drink what would it be? probably coffee? or a matcha drink. Actually, now that I think about it, my beloved once bought me my favorite drink from my fav place unprompted so yeah.

05) Favorite vegetable? uuuuh, first that comes to mind is broccoli

06) What was the last book you read? I was about to start a series but I already forgot the titles so that's fun

07) What zodiac sign are you? taurus I'm pretty sure

08) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? only the basic earring ones, I want more piercings, still not sure about which tattoos specifically but i do want some

09) Worst Habit? everything lol

10) What is your favorite sport? I don't play sports, but to watch it would be ice skating

11) Do you have a Pessimistic or Optimistic attitude? honestly, kindof pessimistic but i would say its more of a realistic one

12) Tell me one weird fact about you. I'm pretty sure I have a shit ton of health problems but going to the doctor in general makes me have anxiety attacks so I won't go willingly LMAO

13) Do you have any pets? MY DUDE!!!!! he's just a little guy who has no thoughts (yorkie dog)

14) Do you think clowns are cute or scary? I think they are just there, but some of them have some amazing makeup skills (I could never)

15) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be? I just want to be a racoon or a cat.

16) What color eyes do you have? very dark brown

17) Ever been arrested? not yet.

18) Bottle or can soda? cans, so i can take the opener thing off the top and collect it.

19) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it? just put it into savings cause I'm too indecisive to use it on anything instantly

20) What's your favorite place to hang out at? idk, probably in my egg chair so

21) Do you believe in ghosts? i belive they are just little guys

22) Favorite thing to do in your spare time? nap

23) Do you swear a lot? sometimes? its kinof weird because sometimes i'll be like a sailor but other times i forget those words exist

24) Biggest pet peeve? being a bigot

25) In one word, how would you describe yourself? myno

26) Do you believe/appreciate romance? i read a lot of fanfiction so

27) Favourite and least favourite food? lagasnga or however that's spelt and least is onions (the texture BLEGH)

28) Do you believe in God? i think it would be funny that every single one of them is in a shared space, so all religions are kindof right and wrong at the same time

29) What makes you happy: my friends

30) Currently listening/the last thing you listened to: heatwaves LMAO (I swear it's ironic)

31) Favorite place to spend time: idk, my phone?? dont really have a physical place

32) Favorite lyric: you know the one from the crane wives, curses

33) Recommend a film: uuuh, idk the truman show?

34) Recommend a book: THE LUNAR CHRONICLES

35) Recommend a band, a song, or album: uuuh crywank is good

36) Recommend a TV show: genloss

37) Where are you from, and do you still live there? Where have you lived? im in the same place ive always been

38) Do you have any pets or animals in your life? How did you find/get them? ma dog, we adopted that guy from a friend of my father

39) What's the most unusual thing you've ever eaten? idkk ants? dirt? sand?

40) How did you 'find' fandom? wellll, i was on amino

41) Make a list of 5 things that you see without getting up. my bolillo purse, a creeper, a garfield plusie, a slinky and a ball

42) How do you style your hair? i just hope it looks good when i wake up

#tag games

[saintheartwing]

May the Force Be With You, Ch.16: So You Wanna Be A Sith?

“If you want to play the part of Sith, you’re going to have to start acting like one.”

Zack sat across from his partner as Omarosa nonchalantly twirled her saber around, pacing back and forth in front of the fire they sat at. “…I’m pretty sure I’ve got an idea of how to be all imposing and scary and all that-”

“No, no, no, it’s one thing to just send a scary video to people. Anybody with a stupid camera could do that. We need to work on changing your attitude. You have to learn to confront the darkness by really understanding what it is. Mara gave you that whole spiel on how the Dark Side’s all seductive and dangerous and blabbity blabbity blah. The Dark Side’s like a chainsaw, it’s a tool. If you use it right, like a normal chainsaw, it can cut down a tree. If you use it wrong, like in “Chainsaw Slut Massacre IV”, then you’ll be sawing through sexy co-eds on a college campus.”

“…Chainsaw Slut Massacre?”

“Yes.”

“There’s fucking FOUR of them?!?” 

“People reeeeaaally like seeing sexy coeds being splattered in blood from giant chainsaws. There’s actually this really amazing scene in the film where the villain gets taken out by this THERMAL DETONATOR that the heroine sticks in the big lug’s mouth, the practical effects are astounding!” Omarosa bragged. 

“Wait, wait, I read about that, didn’t they have to go to court to prove to the New Republic court that they didn’t actually kill off the cast because the blood splatter looked so real?” Zack realized as he snapped his fingers. “Yeah, yeah, I read about that in the news! Everyone kept talking about the director being super sleazy and suspicious!”

“He weaseled out of any jail time because evidently he used clones for the performances he REALLY wanted to make good.” Omarosa admitted with a nod. “The law still hasn’t caught up to science on that level, they couldn’t really make a ruling because there’s no laws on the books about clones ever since the Old Republic texts got swept away and all those cloning factories went bye-bye. People just assumed nobody would ever have to put up with clones again until the director dragged it into the public eye. Nobody’s seen clones for decades, so nobody wanted to deal with it. Certainly not in the courts.”

“Yeah, that’s a big can of worms…the director got off easy.”

“Course, now he can’t make any more of those films now that everyone knows how he did those amazing practical effects…” Omarosa sighed. “He went missing, too. The rumor is that his own clone did him in! That’s what everyone’s thinking. But him being so sleazy and devilishly ingenious is one of those things you could  learn from! What he did was underhanded and down right dirty and it DEFINITELY bent the law so hard it almost snapped in two. But that’s the sort of stuff you’ve got to learn to do if you want to be a good Sith!” Omarosa proclaimed. 

“So I need to be…petty and lowdown and resort to scummy tricks.  I mean, I did throw that sand in Darth Sed’yshun’s face…” Zack confessed.

“Yeah, you’re off to a good start! Next time…use glass. Grind up glass, keep it in your belt. Some powdered glass will work wonders. Your enemies won’t be nearly as strong when they’re BLIND.” Omarosa insisted as she showed off a small bag herself, jiggling it around. “But what we really need to work on above all else is that you need to be more than just using cheap, nasty tricks. It’s a MINDSET that has to carry over.” Omarosa put the bag away, got out a big, fat stick, and drew up a line as the two stood at the edges of the jungle at what had been the Jedi Temple only a short few weeks ago. 

“Now…here, we get into the middle of this big ring.”  She drew a line through the center, then stood on one end as Zack stood on the other. “Now. I’m your adversary. I am evil. EEEEEVIIIIL. Got it?” Omarosa inquired as she spun the big stick around. “See this line in the dirt? Now, you must dare…to cross that line! To challenge me!”

“…okay, sure.” Zack immediately moved to cross the line, and THA-THWAK! She bonked him over the head. “Ow! What the heck?! You told me not to cross the line! What’s that for?”

“Cuz I’m evil. Can’t help it.” Omarosa remarked. “Get it? If you’re evil, you need to care less about basic civility. Like…totally.” She added with a big, toothy grin. “I want you to have an attitude of low-grade…well, pissyness. Towards the whole world.  Like, I want you thinking “Geez, I can’t stand everything around me right now”. Think like that.”

“…that sounds really exhausting.” Zack admitted. “Like, having to have that attitude all the time, where you’re constantly in a bad mood sounds like it would wear you down and make you really bitter and meanspirited.”

“Yes…but it’s empowering, too. Because if you’re at your lowest point…there’s NOWHERE TO GO BUT UP.” Omarosa added. “And it feels good when you bring other people to that level. Now let’s move on to the next issue. Trust.”

“Oh, are we gonna do, like, trust fall exercises?” Zack asked. “We did a bunch of those in Jedi training.”

“Sure. Turn around, and I’ll catch you with nothing but my Force powers.” Omarosa said as Zack turned around, held out his arms, then fell back and-THWUMPH.

Hit the ground as Omarosa stood over him, then whacked him in the middle of the forehead with the butt of the stick. “See, the message there is trust nobody.” 

“Yeah. I GOT THAT. I’m beginning to see why this “Sith” thing is so alluring…” He grumbled. “Because now I’m beginning to feel like I wanna zap you with some force lightning!” 

“THAT’S the ticket!” Omarosa laughed. “Now, let’s get into the most basic training of all…instinct. You need a killer instinct. It’s not enough to just block my blows like a Jedi would. You’re gonna need to learn to go on the offensive without use of your eyes for this next-”

This time, it was OMAROSA who ended up learning a lesson. The lesson being “Zack had gotten amazingly good at fighting blind after months on end of practice and using it in the field”. After being given his own stick to fight with and putting a blindfold over his eyes, Omarosa thought she’d be able to whack him over the head AGAIN…only for him to twirl around and do a sweep, knocking her off her feet before SHUDDA-KA-THWAM! A powerful blow slammed her down into the ground. 

It didn’t take long before he was practically raining blows on her every time she tried to strike at him. She would sweep at him from the left, he’d duck and jab her in the ribs, then another sweeping strike would knock her back. She tried to go for HIS legs, and he’d jump up, kick her in the chin, knocking her on the ground so he could just HAMMER her into the dirt below. Try as Omarosa might, she just couldn’t land a single blow on him once the “instinct” lesson began, and in the end, she was covered in bruises and welts and had a bloody nose as she groaned, rubbing her swollen cheek, talking like she had a gigantic wad of towels forcibly stuffed in her mouth.

“Id uhks ike u dun need no tuhnin reguhhding dat kinda sduff. I dink u god a gud idyuh of huh tuh fuhd, u god a eel kuhuh indink.” (It looks like you don’t need no training regarding THAT kind of stuff. I think you’ve got a good idea of how to fight, you got a real killer instinct!)

“Thanks.” Zack cheerily intoned as he took the blindfold off. “…now how about I patch you up?”

“STUHPH SMYLIN!” (Stop smiling!!!)

“Nope. You were right, bringing other people down to your level really DOES feel surprisingly good!” He confessed with a big grin. “I can’t stop smiling!”

“Muddafudda Imma godda stik dis stik up yur ass-”

Needless to say, Zack had taken these lessons to heart. He was determined to prove he was a real Sith…and he was going to make sure that the Dyad and their forces knew it. And he knew just how to get started…

THE NEXT WEEK…

“NO! No, please, no! AAHHH! Anything but this!”

“I’ll let you off once you start talking. It really is just that simple.”

Zack had evidently decided to start things off with a bang. He’d been stalking the captain of the guards at the Dyad’s tower, finding out where they went home at the end of the day, who they hung around with, a different captain every single day. There were three of them, meaning he had at least two days to devote to stalking them, staying hidden among the common folk of Nar Shadaa, wearing inconspicuous clothing, basic shirt, a large hat to hide most of his hair, a slump in his walk, and a seemingly empty eye socket to indicate how much of a degraded, low-down-on-his-luck rando he really was. A common, begging bum on the street who was just trudging along miserably, ignored, either willfully or otherwise, by the common man. 

People didn’t really ever pay much attention to the beggars and the poor on the streets. They would shell out big bucks to see a dead Mandalorian on display at a museum. But they wouldn’t give a single credit to a bling beggar down the block. This meant that Zack could go unnoticed as a beleaguered, half-blind bum.

And this meant he’d been able to follow each captain of the guard to their homes. He’d waited until the time was ripe, and then snatched the first one up when they slept. It was tricky! After all, he had to get them out the nearby window. The first one though, slept with their window open because summer had arrived and it was miserably hot in Nar Shaddaa and SOMEHOW the air conditioning in the entire apartment complex had been knocked out and would take a few hours to fix…

Gee, whoever could have done that?

“Please! Pleeeaaase don’t!”

“Okay, then tell me when the next shipment of weapons arrives for the Dyad, Captain Neehra.” He informed the woman nonchalantly as he stood by the gigantic buzzsaw. He’d hooked the light-brown-skinned woman up to a contraption that was slowly feeding her towards this buzzsaw, miles away from Nar Shadaa in a formerly-abandoned mill, and he was humming nonchalantly, one hand on the machine that fed her ever-closer to the saw, the other holding up an apple he casually munched on. 

“I don’t know! I don’t know, Darth Mendax!”

“Well, then, I guess we’re going to find out which is your better side…” Zack trailed off. 

“Two days! It’s coming in two days! Midday!” The terrified captain of the guard squealed out. “That’s all I know!” 

“See? Was that really so difficult?” Zack commented cheerily. “…now I just need to figure out how to STOP this thing…”  He added as he turned back to the console, feeling over it.

“WHAT?!” Captain Neehra shrieked.

“I only just figured out how to turn it on. I didn’t get to the part about turning it off. Now, where’s that power cord…?” Zack commented as the BZZZZZZZZZZ of the saw got louder and louder, Neehra shrieking up a storm and at such a high pitch that only dogs would soon be able to hear her before Zack promptly decided to SCHA-THWIIISH! Cut through the whole machine, turning it off JUST before the blade reached Neehra as she breathed a deep, long sigh of relief before Zack conked her over the head to knock her out.

“You know what the best part about this was?” He asked as he and Omarosa helped load the captain of the first guard into their vehicle to bring her back to Nar Shadaa. He smirked, holding up the “buzzsaw”, and waving it about. “Papier-mâché. Totally recyclable.” 

“Oh my lord, I think she actually peed her pants a bit!” Omarosa laughed as they stuffed the poor captain into the backseat. “What a sissy!”

The next captain of the guard was a lot tricker to get hold of until you figured out how much he loved to hang out at the same bar.  He was currently in the back room with a few of his lackeys, who he was forcing to play cards with.

…no. No, it wasn’t Poker.

“Ha HA.  Go Fish!”

“Yeah, boss. Go Fish. You sure are the best at this…” One of the guards groaned as the smug-looking Nemodian took hold of their winnings they’d been forced to bet and “made it rain” as he tossed them up into the air, spinning around on his rotating chair. 

“Hahahahaha! Ohhh, I never get tired of doing this!”

And then the lights immediately went out. All of them blinked in surprise before rising up, pulling out their weapons, quickly bunching up to try and look for whomever had turned the lights on…before a faint hum filled the air, and they glanced up,  seeing the light of a red lightsaber illuminating a foully-grinning Darth Mendax.

“Hello.” Zack said before he jumped down on all of them! They screamed and yelled hollered but were quickly shut up, Zack beating the stuffing out of all of them whilst Darth Omarosa kept the bouncer right outside the door very busy.

“Wait, seriously, you actually think that HORRIBLE Barbie Girl song’s good? No. No way. I mean, I know the Dyad like to do silly songs sometimes-” Omarosa was insisted as she poured the bouncer another bit of fine wine from her flask.

“It’s called ironic enjoyment.” The bouncer insisted as the rather thick-armed, thick-haired Wookie scratched at himself, speaking in a surprisingly good Basic galactic dialect. “Don’t they teach you youngsters anything in schools?”  

“Hmmm…okay, okay, I guess I can see that. Does that include that Wave Your Hands Side to Side song they did?”

“Oh GOD, that’s just pure garbage.”

“I KNOW, right? But my friend, he just loves everything about it. I think he enjoys dumb party music way too much…”

Ten minutes later, the men that Zack had “collected” woke to find themselves currently blindfolded…but not for long. 

“This is a little thing called  “trust exercise” that I think is going to really help you all understand where I’m coming from. You can remove your blindfolds.” They heard him say, all of them shuddering, wondering why it was so chilly out when it was the middle of summer! Shakily, their hands reached up to their blindfolds…and then, as they took them off, they saw why.  

“Oh my stars and fucking garters.” The Nemodian captain of the guard said aloud. They’d been dragged to the top of the building. A good three stories up. They all turned around, fearfully gazing at the Sith as he nonchalantly tapped his foot.

“Now, we’re gonna play MY game. It’s called “Tell me the codes for that moon facility.” I want to know how to get in. And if you don’t tell me, we’re gonna play a game I like to call “Splatter Painting 101”. Now, granted, I’m blind, I can’t appreciate the post modern mastery of splatter art but I know plenty of people do like analyzing the patterns that your blood will no doubt form once I push you off the edge.”

“…y-you don’t scare us. It may be three stories but a fall like this still wouldn’t kill somebody like me!” Said the Gammorean guard who was there.

“…you’re right. You’ve got QUITE the bone structure. If I just pushed you off, it wouldn’t kill you. Now, If I did THIS…”

Zack clenched his fist tight, and bit his lip as he looked in the direction of that gammorean, and the unfortunate levitated right off his feet, and twirled upside down, hovering RIGHT off the edge of the building. 

“See, now, a fall like THIS would kill you. Don’t you think? And don’t bother looking at those nice, soft, thick bushes down below…even landing in those wouldn’t cushion your fall. Now, is the captain of the guard going to kindly tell me what I want, or do I have to start tossing all his card buddies off the building first before-”

“He’ll talk!...RIGHT, boss?!” The other assembled guards there gave the captain very furious, dark, “don’t you screw us over on this” looks as he sheepishly gulped and tugged at the collar of his longsleeve shirt he wore.

“…um…I…er…y-yes, of-of course.” He murmured. “Uh…the-the code is 19465.” The Nemodian squeaked out. “That will get you into the moon base. I don’t know any of the other codes. I promise you that. It’s designed to be that way. Nobody gets told more than they have to just in case we got captured by forces from the New Republic.”

“Oh, believe you me. You’ve given me everything I wanted. Now…see your death.” Zack nonchalantly flicked his wrist, and the Gammorean flew off the edge. “See your death!” 

FLICK!

“AAAAH!”

“See your death!”

FLICK!

“EEEEE!”

“See your death!”

FLICK!

“NOOOOO!”

“See your deeaaaath!”

FLICK!

“WAAAAAAAUGH!”

“As for you, Captain Sibista, don’t worry, we’re cool.” Zack said as he approached the captain of the guard, the Nemodian breathing a sigh of relief.

“Really?”

“Nah! See your death!” He flat out shoved the man right off the edge, and the guy fell down, down, down…

THWUD. Passing out the second he hit the ground.

Or so he thought. In actually, Omarosa had been hiding IN those thick bushes down below and she’d used HER force powers along with Zack to hover them right down…yes…into the other bushes. One after the other, each one landed, passing out either due to sheer fear or getting conked the head as they hit the bushes. It’d be enough to hurt them…but not enough to kill them. They would make sure of that. The guards would think a freak accident saved them. Quickly bolting off down the street, Omarosa waited in their arranged hiding spot as Zack made his way over to her about five minutes later, holding up a few things.

“I got their pass keys to their vehicles…and their wallets.” He added.

“Spoken like a true Sith!” She laughed. “We’ve got about two hours or so before they wake up. Let’s break into all their stuff and take what we can, then get it back to them. They’re gonna be so confused when they realize all the good s—t is missing from their rides!...along with half their money!”

“Oh, the Captain’s such a GENEROUS man. I’m thinking…all he’s got. Going right back to the others…” Zack reasoned nonchalantly with a small little Mona Lisa smile on his face. 

…

…

…

…the third captain of the guard, however…didn’t need the approach of a Sith. He needed somebody who would show compassion and kindness. 

Zack had found out the captain of the guard was asking about his father, who was, as it turned out, somebody who’d supposedly died on duty at the very moon base that he wanted to infiltrate. The cause of death had, supposedly, been a Mandalorian attack. There were all sorts of horrible rumors that the Dyad were happy to let their soldiers perpetuate ABOUT Mandalorians, but above all that those people were violent, ruthless, wretched warmongering psychopaths that absolutely loved killing. 

But the odd thing was…no body. Nothing sent back for the captain of the guard. It was strange, to be sure. The young captain had been a dedicated man, as had his father, who’d gotten him that position. But the kid had certainly earned it, he’d gotten three commendations in this year ALONE for valor and merit. Darth Raize had personally pinned a medal to him at a ceremony. Why not get the body to him? They’d said it had been a horrible accident, sure. Blown up by a mine planted by the Mandalorians, sure. But surely there’d be something left. 

The real thing that made Zack suspicious was that barely any footage from the moon base ever got sent back to Nar Shadaa. If the news ever did reports on the base, there was something faintly odd, something…fishy…about the footage. But Zack couldn’t quite put his finger on what.

Omarosa, however, could.

“Look.” 

She and Zack had been going over the footage as they played on loops, one floating vid screen at a time and she pointed right at a spot on one of the vehicles. “Look. LOOK, right there. That speeder!” She said, focusing on the hover speeder that slowly whizzed by past several other vehicles. “Look, that speeder has a very faint marking. Looks like a yellow stain on the side? You look close and you can see it.”

“…yeah, yeah, I see it.” Zack peered close. “I’ve seen that same speeder pass by the window at least four times now. They’re…they’re looping footage! They’ve said this stuff is live, but they’re looping footage, CLEARLY.” He said. “But…no, it isn’t just that. Look at where that speeder is. The window. There’s…something wrong with the window…” He gazed even more closely, peering. You could just barely, BARELY tell but there was, indeed, a faint little haze you could scarcely make out on the edges of the window. “…is that a…yeah, they’re…they’re looping footage IN this footage! This is all like on some movie set! They’ve got a green screen thing going on!” He realized. “That window isn’t actually showing the outside! There’s a clear fake background there if you just look super closely!”

“I’m surprised none of the news reporters noticed this…” Omarosa murmured. “…then again, maybe they did…and got ‘taken care of’ when they brought it up. Wouldn’t put it past the Dyad.”

“We need to get hold of what’s ACTUALLY going on up there. If it was just boring moon rocks falling around the place or if things were actually good, they wouldn’t need to lie this badly about what it looks like up there.” Zack reasoned. “They must be hiding something awful if they have to take these steps.” 

Luckily, those codes they’d gotten for the base did, in fact, get them in. And it got better. Over 70 percent of people reused passwords for personal accounts. They’d tested the passcode to the moonbase and, sure enough, that code of “19465” was used for more than just the front door to the base. It was the code to get into the security rooms, the locker rooms, even the bathrooms. Which helped a lot! All they had to do was sneak in after grabbing a couple guards out for a walk around the base, taking their uniforms and their identification after doing a quick bit of work to fiddle with their ID badges.

“I cannot believe they haven’t fixed this yet!” One of the guards was angrily kicking at a vending machine, his friend standing next to him as Zack and Omarosa walked down the hall, approaching them. “It’s been two days and we can’t get a droid repair team up to fix the vending machines?”

“They’re still trying to get all the blood stains from out of the trash compactor after that incident yesterday…” 

“Hey, we can help.” Zack offered as he approached the vending machine and then began to kick it, secretly manifesting his Force powers. The powerful pull of the Force worked, and PA-POP! A candy bar was freed, sliding down a tube for the guard to collect his treat in the dispenser. “How’s that?”

“Thanks! I’ve been really wanting a Choco-Blast Bar.” He said.

“How bad was the incident in the trash compactor?” Zack asked, trying to sound as confused as possible. “I mean, it couldn’t have been THAT bad, right? I know the guys like to exaggerate about-”

“No, it was that bad. You can ask Sal in the security office to show you. Say Thomasin sent you.” The avian-esque guard who had been chatting with the human guard said, looking very pale, blue eyes widening. “It was horrible. Some callous jerk pushed Mr. Wuhd’fall down the trash compactor! It was disgusting. Evidently they got into an argument over the Mandalorians.”  

“Oh, wow. You don’t say?” Omarosa inquired, waggling her eyebrows up and down. 

Needless TO say, when they got shown the footage…it was just as bad as they’d been told. Omarosa and Zack had brought hidden cameras to hide on their persons to record all they saw on the base, and they had not only seen there weren’t ANY Mandalorians kept prisoner, there hadn’t been a Mandalorian attack there in…well…as long as anybody could remember! And quite a few of the workers at the moon base were getting really tired of continuing to lie to the public of Nar Shadaa about what was actually going on up at the Moon Base. They were sick of the theater.

But only Mr. Wuhd’fall had been the one to openly complain about it, as they told his son, Junior, and showed him the footage they’d recorded. “See, this is him complaining to the head of the base’s outer perimeter defense. The guy got a little nasty, he was like that, a nasty sort…” Sal, the security office worker, told Zack and Omarosa on the footage. “And he shoves Sal right into the trash compactor and then just took off! Now, the problem is, he did it JUST as the compactor was turning on! We couldn’t stop it in time, I’d gone off to take a leak, by the time I saw the footage here, the thing was already squeezing-”

“PLEASE shut it off.” 

Zack and Junior had said the exact same thing at the exact same time. They didn’t need to see any more. It was horrible and foul enough. Omarosa shut the little recorder off and Zack gently turned to Junior, who was looking down at the beer on the table in front of him, the three of them sitting in a back room in that familiar bar, both Zack and Omarosa in their “bum” disguises. 

“…I’m so sorry.” Zack quietly said. “The truth can hurt. But lies are much worse.”

“…why would they lie about this? I don’t get it. I…I just don’t get it…” Junior murmured as he gripped the table, fingernails digging in.

“It would make them look bad if they admitted that some lout on their defense force did it. Better to blame it on the Mandalorians. They always blame everything on them up there.” Zack insisted. “The Dyad have been blaming them for years and years without ever taking responsibility for their own people’s failures and screw-ups…or their outright cruelty.” 

“We’re not saying WE’RE great either. But at least we’re gonna be honest with you about what we want. We want the Dyad taken down. Are you going to help us?” Omarosa asked.

Junior took hold of the Medal of Valor he’d been personally given by Darth Raize, torn it off and then tossed it with a THWUNK into the nearby recycling bin. The Dyad wouldn’t know until it was too late, but a REBEL…had been born. 

[marcianoliterati]

June Book Reviews, Part IV

3 romance books, ranging from thanks i hated to that was actually pretty fun!

Oblivious roommate, by Devon Doe

 I think this is based off a reddit post about a guy complaining about the guys his rommate brings home only to realise it bothers him cause he likes the guy.

The premise is that the MC is transferring colleges and moving in with his best friend from back home, after a breakup, and upon learning said friend is gay and in relationship has a bit of a existential crisis. 

It’s a nice idea, and I certainly enjoyed the reddit post, but the problem in this book is basically that the MC is a giant asshole.

 It makes it really hard to root for them as a couple when one is so fuckin immature and behaves in really stupid ways. Which is a shame,cause the other guy seems really nice actually. 

But my favourite ships are always the ones where I like everyone involved, and the way he acts is so insecure and ridiculous i’m not sure the couple will really stay together.

He thinks he might be gay  and like him so his idea is to trick his friend into kissing him and then lie to him about it? He goes digging around for dirt on the boyfriend cause he thinks “i dont like him and i dont know why so he must be a bad person, so i’ll help my friend get rid of a bad guy and then he’ll be free to be with me!” he actively sabotages his best friend’s relationship

It’s like all those awfully toxic tropes found in het romcoms but this time its gay

I do not recommend this book. 

The ex hex, by Rachel Hawkins/ Erin Sterling

3 stars

This book is urban fantasy, an ‘our world but a little bit to the left’ plot, just add a little magic. 

It’s set in a small town somewhere in the US, it’s a made up town hidden somewhere in the mountains. I think the location is mentioned but I forget, it hardly matters. 

It starts with a young witch who just got her heartbroken and while she and her cousin drown their tears with alcohol they decide to curse the guy who did the breaking.

Fast forward to nine years later when the guy is back in town, and the curse is causing real issues for the town, so they have to work together to fix it and uncover the hidden story of the town’s founding.

The town has sort of a gilmore girls feel so i’m guessing somewhere in new england, it has a witchy reputation they love to play up and actual magic users, including a whole magic faculty in the local university. 

It’s sort of a murder mystery cause there is death, and ghosts, and mysteries to solve.

They don’t work particularly hard at the world building tbh. The university has classes on magic, though we don’t get a lot of detail on that.

The MC’s family owns a magic shop that sells both trinkets to tourists and real magic items, the coffee shop runs on subtle magic and sells potions disguised as coffee, stuff like that.

Like the movie practical magic.

It’s all quite wholesome and it’s well done. 

And in the middle of it all, the MC and her ex are dealing with rogue magic.

Cause the ex, who is a descendant of the founder, is in town to “charge the lines” but learns quickly upon arriving that his magic is on the fritz and this causes a lot of issues, and his life may be at stake, so they have to fix it, before it hurts someone, and before their founders day festival cause if bad things happen then it could hurt the economy and destroy the masquerade.

It is very entertaining, and funny at times. 

It’s no great work of art but it is a good read, if a bit light. 

Plus two, by Natasha West

2.5 stars

This is a sequel to “plus one” where a woman is need of a date for her sister’s wedding, after her gf whom she’d talked up, suddenly breaks up with her, so she finds a service that hires people to act as emotional support for big events.

and the woman that shows up to play pretend for a day, is no other than a woman who a decade prior was her first love and first heartbreak. 

This book finds them a couple of years later, everything is going smooth until one of their parents brings up the baby talk and it reveals cracks in their seemingly-perfect relationship.

Tbh, i didn’t like it as much as the first one, there is just so much baby talk it gets a bit tired.

What is interesting is how they react to it, how they deal with said baby talk and the issues it presents. 

[stinkulon]

all the things i lack

first draft 7.3.23 16.03

I cant stop thinking about all the things I lack.

I try and take in the moment. Ive read the books. Well one book. Just today I was holding my cat in my arms like he was a baby and I stroked him gently over and over until he fell asleep. I breathed in and out and saw his head rise and fall on my chest. And I looked carefully at the details of him. The tiny hairs sprouting from the inside of hisear. The dirt on his nose. The different length of all his whiskers. And I really tried to take it in. I really tried to be there in that moment.

In that moment I thought again about how he would die some day. We got them as rescues so theuy're 6 but we havent even had them a year. But even if they were brand new I know I would be thinking about it anyway because that’s what happened with my dog who's dead now.

Haha he just jumped on me

he stepped on the aopce bar.. Now hes on my lap

And he just left because I wanted to type this instead.

Im writing this with the window down right at the bottom of the screen so I cant see it. If I see what im writing ill be too self conscious to keep going.the words will stare back at me with all their flaws and ill feel silly for even doing it.

I don’t remember where I was. My ead dog. My alive cats. Is it an insult to bring up that things will die? Its just the truth but the truth can be an insult, like saying someone is annoying or telling everyone you're going for a poo,. When you say these things you gett he strong sense that you shuoldn't have and that’s how I feel when I talk or think about death. But who am I offending?

I get close to grief in that moment with my cat when im looking at his little hairs. I get close to it but im not quite there. I feel joy and I feel sadness for a brief moment both at once. I think to myself tht grief is the rememberance of joy and joy is the acknowledgement of future grief. Then I think to myself I might be ripping off that quote from wandavision but im not sure.

I cant stop thinking about all the things I lack. My brain is too tired and hazy to fit the universe into it and so the universe to me is just this house, and every time I leave it I feel like a different person and when im inside I feel like me but I feel trapped.

I cant make small talk anymore. Who fucking cares? So when people ask me how I am and what ive been up to I have to lie or lie by omisssion. I cant remember the shoshows ive watched or books ive read partly because I don’t read anymore but partly because its not important to me and its not what I think about. I think about all the books I havent read. I think about alll the things I lack.

Even as I write this my mind is becoming foggy and its all so heavy and I want to go and lie down. But when im lying down in bed I cant stop my thoughts and I don’t want that either. I want to feeel connection, connection to my ffiance, I want to feel like we are two souls but it feels like wea are miles away and I feel lonelier than ever. Sometimes I wish we could go back to small talk and pretending to be better than we are because when we try and fail to be honest with each other it somehow hurts more than not trying at all.

Hurt is not the right word. Hurt is at least a feeling and feelings make you feel alive. I don’t know hw to describe how I feel. I am trying. I don’t know if I am succeeding. I cant stop thinking about all the things I lack.

Im going to go and lie down.

[loonylooly]

Thank you for the tag @achaotichuman!!!!

Who's your favourite ACOTAR character?

Elain!! I'm always flipping between her and Gwyn, but I think Elain wins this time

Who's your least favourite character?

Rhys! No questions asked!!

Say something nice about your least favourite character.

He made a great villain. Like cmon, the mind reading powers were HORRIFYING! Good for you, book 1 Rhys

Who's your favourite High Lord? (If you picked one for your fav character, then who's your second fav!)

KALLIAS!!! He was so interesting, and he only shows up in like what, 2 chapters max? What a waste of a perfectly good man!

Favourite MINOR character?

This one's a really odd pick but I'd have to say Demetra (The Golden Queen). I know she's SUUUper minor, but the whole stuff with the Mortal Queens was super interesting. And she has a gnarly death so like, props to her, always go out with a bang. If Demetra's too minor, then Vassa & Jurian (they're a package deal)

Favourite ship? (Crackships included!)

Oh well I, as the president of Feyneth nation, can't not say Feyneth! I'm like 90% sure I was one of the first people to ever ship that

Favourite court and why?

All the other courts are so cool, but spring will always win. I like nature (i'm allergic to trees and pollen...)

Make up a brand new court RIGHT NOW, NO PREP JUST VIBES.

The almighty court of dirt. Just lots of dirt. Everywhere. Termite mound court.

What relationship would you have wanted to see more of in the books?

Tamlin, Lucien, and Feyre's awesome trio. I don't know what's with SJM and making the funnest trios in the first book and then getting rid of them! Bring me back my Tamlin Lucien Feyre friendship pleaaseee, they were fun i loved themmm

What's your unpopular opinion?

i don't think any of my opinions are popular... But I think the most unpopular one is that I don't think Tamlin was abusive. It's been a year since I read ACOMAF though so like, idk maybe i'm wrong. I just never like, interpreted it that way ig? Everything Tamlin did (which iirc wasn't all that much), Rhys has done. Tamlin locked Feyre in the manor? Yeah well Rhys locked her in a bubble where she couldn't even kiss her loved ones so like, idk. If it's excusable for Rhys then excuse it for Timmy Tam? Maybe I should've just read ACOTAR as a stand alone who knows

What's your favourite headcanon/fan canon?

Can I mention pretty boy tamlin here??? It's canon....in my head!

ok but all jokes aside It's the thing about Tamlin and Rhys being exes. Not because I ship it but because everytime I see posts about it i go "oh yeah, canon" without giving it a second thought

If you were swept away to Prythian, what's ONE thing you would want to do?

The festival thing in ACOTAR where Feyre meets Rhys. I like parties and dancing and music! Let me play my viola alongside Tamlin PLEAASE!! It'd actually be a dream.

If you could have ONE faerie ability seen in the books, which would it be?

see shapeshifting is like 100% the better choice..BUT HEALING!! i'm so clumsy I need it so bad , ive got a scraped knee at this very second!! Imagine all the good i could do for myself. I could tumble down the stairs with no consequences!!!! plus i've got a knee condition so it'd be nice to like. fix that. instead of wearing my brace. because it's itchy.

UM IDK WHO TO TAG so uuuuhh if anyone wants to do it!! do it!! i'm tagging every single person

ACOTAR tag game 💕

thanks for tagging me @mathiwrites ! I don't normally do these even when tagged because i never know who to tag, a lot of times everyone i think of is already tagged LOL, but i figured id start today!

I don't think I've seen one around, and figured this might be fun to do!

Answer the questions below & tag whoever you want, or make it an open tag!!

Who's your favourite ACOTAR character?

My boy tamlin!!

Who's your least favourite character?

Hm....hmmmm...oh Amren for sure.

Say something nice about your least favourite character.

She has a cool character concept and i thought it was really sweet and endearing when she gave feyre the bracelet (necklace?) to help her get through the Prison trip without panicking

Who's your favourite High Lord? (If you picked one for your fav character, then who's your second fav!)

Oooh hm not to be a copycat but I loved tarquin from the moment he was introduced, he was an instant fav and i was kind of sad that he didn't have more involvement later on that didn't have to do with the whole feyre and rhys betraying his trust thing

Favourite MINOR character?

ooh i dont know if this is minor enough but i've come to really like jurian. i didn't really have much of an opinion on him for most of the series and then for some reason in silver flames when he was in it for like 2 seconds i was like wait a minute why haven't i been more into this guy he kinda fucks

Favourite ship? (Crackships included!)

tamsand by far. though azris is becoming a close second.

Favourite court and why?

well i loved the spring court aesthetic from the first book, but at this point in the series I think I'd say maybe actually dawn. it just sounded so pretty, and i think it would be one of the subtler, less overwhelming courts while still being awe-inspiring.

Make up a brand new court RIGHT NOW, NO PREP JUST VIBES.

oh shoot um okay court of clouds?? people who specialize in wind manipulation, likely populated by a race related to the Peregryns or Drakon's race? an actual cloud court like in the sky could be a vibe I think. perhaps it would be more removed from the politics of prythian--they'd still have a High Lord, but maybe it would be more of a military government or something.

What relationship would you have wanted to see more of in the books?

oh wow i mean i am always here for more rhys and tamlin content obviously, but i would have also loved to see more of like stories and stuff about the sentries from the spring court that went over the wall, like Andras. andras and lucien's relationship in particular would be one I would have liked to know more about. I also really want to see Azriel and his mom.

What's your unpopular opinion?

god what ISN'T my unpopular opinion. hm. i think feyre's whole reasoning for wanting a baby out of seemingly nowhere is dumb. like i get it, yolo, life can be cut short, but like i really do not feel like she picked a good time to have a baby, nor do i think she is remotely ready to be a mother. when she realized she wanted kids in acofas, it wasn't a strong enough argument for me to actually like get behind her decision.

What's your favourite headcanon/fan canon?

omg i have so many I literally started a list lol. the first one on it is kind of silly, it's that Helion is actually the faerie romance author sellyn drake that nesta, emerie, and gwyn like

If you were swept away to Prythian, what's ONE thing you would want to do?

go to a festival! not necessarily something as crazy as calanmai, but i would love to go to some sort of celebration. maybe starfall?

If you could have ONE faerie ability seen in the books, which would it be?

shapeshifting without a doubt

thanks again for the tag! ill tag @cheap-spirits @achaotichuman @thedickgraysons @wingsdippedingold @hugevanserrass @lady-of-sevenwaters @the-darkestminds @msbrownwithacrown @tamlinsnailtech and anyone else who wants to contribute!! if were mutuals and i didnt tag u im sorry i tried to think of as many as possible LOL but yeah definitely feel free to contribute if you want to! this was fun