#my return to tumblr this year has made me obsessed with him again

[lordoftheelves]

I’m sorry but Legolas is the prettiest man to ever exist. You can’t change my mind

[siolixz]

~ Veils of Crimson ~

Chapter 2

Pairings: oz cobb x reader (Carmine Falcone's daughter)

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Reader is the daughter of Carmine Falcone and upon her late father's demise, she is obligated to return home after 5 years to face her past. I edited some things, like Sofia being in Arkham only 5 years instead of 10. Hopefully y'all like it, again no smut, remember, good things come to those who wait (not for too long bcs im obsessed with writing about this man ughbhghgy)

Again, I took my inspo from Driving Miss Falcone by (https://www.tumblr.com/genevievedarcygranger here on tumblr), check out the story if you can.

Enjoy, give feeback if u want xoxo.

Warnings: mature language, smut (not in this chapter sorry AGAIN), general horniness.

“I wanted to tell you that tomorrow night I will be unavailable from 4 PM to 7 PM; your sister has requested me.”

Sofia was a very kind person; that much you knew. Your sister rarely did anything to hurt you or anyone else for that matter. So why on earth would she take Oz away for a few hours? Was she planning on telling him about your feelings? She wouldn’t. Maybe your smartass remarks finally caught up to her, maybe she wanted to teach you a lesson.

No, it’s okay, you’re going to be okay. Oz is a trustworthy guy, someone your dad depends on to take care of one of his most special treasures: you.

“Why?” you asked. You didn’t mean to make it sound so sharp; you weren’t mad, really, just curious.

“I’m sorry, but she said I couldn’t tell anyone.” He kept his eyes on the road ahead but glanced at you in the rearview mirror; his gaze was soft.

“Okay, if that’s what she said, it seems I’ll have to ask her.” You hated things not going your way, especially if Oz was hiding things from you. You two were supposed to be close, even if you were acting like a spoiled brat right now. If any other member of the staff had acted like this with you- it would have been a different story.

The next day, from morning until late evening, you tried to shake the uneasy feeling that your sister was gone to do something she was not supposed to. Either way, it was something very important. When you asked her, she quickly said it was none of your business and that you shouldn’t worry; she would get your driver back as soon as possible.

Something was definitely up. She took Oz with her when she had two other drivers. Maybe it was because Oz was intimidating; that huge scar on his face couldn’t have appeared there because he was a nice guy, and he wasn’t going to hesitate if push came to shove.

Tomorrow was your dad’s birthday party, and you had the most beautiful dress prepared: a gorgeous, short, white dress paired with the most stunning custom-made Louboutin heels, also white—a gift from your dad on your 18th birthday.

You knew tomorrow was going to be full of remarks like, “Oh my God, I haven’t seen you in SUCH a long time!” “I cradled you when you were just a widdle baby!” “How beautiful you have become!” Being the center of attention wasn’t so bad now; I mean, you were the baby of the family, and everyone doted on you.

The Falcone mansion was a very, very big house, full of rooms and bathrooms, and it was sometimes hard to figure out who came and went. As you rested on your family sofa in the living room, waiting to be welcomed in by your father in his office, you heard those familiar footsteps you knew so well. 

It was hard not to know who he was; that leg of his became harder to move late in the evening. You discovered this by literally dragging him with you into every shop that piqued your curiosity. From early afternoon until late evening, you were on the “prowl,” as your sister liked to say at family dinners—from meeting the daughter of X and Y in I-don’t-know-what shop to trying on a multitude of dresses, shoes, and accessories. He never told you, but you were sure it hurt him as well; still, Oz never showed any signs of discomfort or pain. He was always ready with a smile or a funny remark.

When you saw him, he had his jacket removed, and you noticed the way his belly pushed against his dress shirt. A few buttons were undone at the upper part of his torso, giving you a full look at the hair there. His tie was gone as well. You knew his shift was done; clearly, Sofia had dismissed him.

You immediately jumped off the sofa and went to say hi to him. He was clearly surprised to see you, especially in your pajamas. You also forgot about the attitude you were supposed to have. What was all that about anyway?

“Hi Oz, what are you doing here?”

He said he wanted to talk to your dad. What was up with all this secrecy? Did they think you were too stupid or naive to have a say or an opinion? When you asked what it was about, he said it was just some business stuff, nothing too important. You two could talk outside if you wanted; he wasn’t allowed inside the house after all.

“Okay, whatever.” It was hard not to get annoyed at both of them. You hadn’t even seen or talked to your sister. Did she even come home?

He must have been in there for about thirty minutes, but finally, he came out. Outside, he lit a cigarette and asked if you were cold, he could get you his jacket-forever the gentleman. You said no, the last thing you wanted to do was push him like that. You asked again about your sister and he didn’t want to tell you, again, saying it wasn’t right to your sister. Ok, now you really had to find out and with your heart beating a thousand beats per minute, you got even closer to him. The smell of his cologne, the one he always wore, left a trail wherever he went—a sort of flamboyance he allowed himself- the only one he was allowed in the chains of his current position. The smell of the cigarette mixed with it wasn’t the most pleasant, but whatever; it smelled like him.

“Please, Oz, I just want to know. Everyone always keeps me in the dark. You’re my friend—well, I consider you my friend—just tell me. Don’t be like the rest of them because you aren’t.” You looked at him with the most pained expression you could muster at that hour, your voice breaking-low enough to be a whisper

 “Doll, I—listen—” he started.

“Please, Oz, you're my driver, and you’re supposed to be by my side. I was kind to you; I always told you everything. I made sure my dad gave you all those bonuses for walking around with me.” You paused. “Please?” He looked at you like you were in hospice before saying:

“Okay, Jesus, um, your sister went to a journalist, that lady who came after her when you were off sulking in the car. She met up with her today—”

“What?” you interjected.

He inhaled deeply before continuing, “Something about your dad and some hookers at the club. Apparently, they died or something. Your sister was interested in whatever that woman had to say, nothing more.”

“Oh—”

“Oh, exactly. Now don’t go telling your brother or something—”

“Dad has hookers at the club?”

He looked at you, dumbfounded. “Y-yeah, I guess. Anyway, it is nothing you should concern yourself with, ya know?” You didn’t respond, lost in thought. How could she have been so stupid?

“Hey, hey—” he lowered his head to catch your big eyes, so full of things to say, a million thoughts running behind them. “Look at me. It’s going to be okay. Where do you want to go tomorrow?”

“I don’t know,” you said.

“C’mon, you gotta think about something. Until your dad’s birthday in the evening, we gotta go somewhere. There’s this new restaurant that opened up; I heard only good things about it—” How could she have been so careless? “Something with C—ugh, I can’t remember right now.”

“Okay, tomorrow we go. You have a nice night, Oz,” you said. “Take care of yourself.”

“Alright, you too. Sleep tight,” he said, a bit surprised at your quick dismissal of him. You knew that, but you had to think.

This was huge, like actually huge. If your dad found ou—Why was Oz visiting your dad?

The birthday party was the same as every year: all the family got together to have material for gossip later on in the day and hate each other just as much as they did when they were away. You never went with Oz to that restaurant because, frankly speaking, you were scared shitless. Your dad loved you and your siblings you knew that, in his own way, and he would never endanger any of you.

When your dad called Sofia into his office and she got all excited to give him his birthday present, you never would have thought in a million years that the night would end with her being picked up by the police. Alberto called you in a frenzy that night, his voice shaking with anger. You knew—your dad let this happen. This arrest was made on his grounds, on his territory—why? How?

When you visited your sweet sister, everyone still believed she was going to go home. This was just Dad’s way of scaring her, maybe to teach her a lesson—the most important one he had been repeating all your lives: DO NOT SPEAK TO THE PRESS.

Her lawyer was very, very expensive, and yet not even she could save her. You thought she was going to jail. No, she was going to Arkham for six months until she would be judged. Based on the false accusations that she hanged those sex workers at your dad’s club. What? Now that was actual insanity. She started yelling that Dad set her up, that he killed all those women—he killed their mom too. This was a lot to process. Your heart was beating out of your chest seeing the person who you thought was the most calm and collected person freak out, and rightfully so, because police officers took her away in like five minutes.

It all happened too fast, way too fast for this to be okay.

What sort of judge allows this to happen?

You knew it was his fault. He did this. Upon arriving back home, you were a wreck. How could you look your dad in the eye again?

One thing you knew for sure: you never wanted to see Oz again.

And your wish came true! Because your darling sweet daddy sent you far, far away, abroad, because he didn’t want to deal with you either, you presumed. He sent you to France, where a large part of your mom’s family lived.

You never learned French, but now was apparently the time. Your aunt and uncle lived quite well over there and even if they didn’t really keep in touch with you over the years, they accepted you with open arms. They had a large villa in the south, a pool outside, the beach was one hour away, two dogs that would run around and make your days better.

 But how could your days be good when your sister was in a looney bin, thrown in there like a rag, used and discarded? Your days were spent calling Alberto, asking about Sofia. You made sure he told her you loved her, that you asked about her, and that you two were going to get her out of there. Every year, Al told you she started losing herself more and more each day.

Oz, on the other hand, apparently thought he was a big man now; he ran the Iceberg Lounge, a funny name association, given that he hated being called “Penguin.” You knew he asked about you too, but Alberto said he told him to fuck off every time.

You weren’t allowed to go back home, at least that’s what you understood from your dad. He said you and your sister both lost yourselves a bit, maybe the money and the fame got to your head and that it was best you stayed there; the weather would do you wonders.

On the bright side, it had been five long years, and Alberto said he was 100% sure he was going to get Sofia out of that shithole, finally.

And when you thought that things were finally looking up for you, everything was going to be okay after such a long time of everything being shit—your dad died.

Your ears started ringing, like a train was passing in your head, when Alberto yelled out that he was gone over the phone. Your knees felt weak, like someone had transformed them into play-doh. I need to get home now.

Your dad wasn’t even cold in the grave when Alberto went AWOL—gone, no word from him since yesterday evening. Both you and Sofia were worried. Where was he?

You knew Oz was called to the house that day after your brother stopped responding to your texts. You could hear that loud voice of his, muffled but still loud enough to hear everything they said.

You hadn’t been here for quite some time—five years. Still, nothing changed. Sofia’s uncle Johnny and Milos filled your brother’s spot while he was gone; however, when he comes back-he’s going to be the boss, that's for sure.

Women weren’t allowed inside when the men were planning and talking business, but you weren’t inside. Plus, it wasn’t your fault Oz had a voice loud enough to hear from down the hall. Oz. Oz’s voice. Your heart skipped a beat whenever he spoke. This stupid attraction—you hoped in the years that passed it would go away, but apparently, it had not. In fact, it seemed to have grown alongside you. Maybe now he could have more courage; maybe this newly acquired upgrade made him the man you only saw glimpses of. You were a grown woman; surely now he had no reservations about you. Surely.

You didn't even hear your sister walk by with her bodyguards near your spot, attached to the door, too busy in your daydream.

“Am I interrupting you?” she asked, making you jump and curse under your breath. Her manner of speaking changed; so did her walk, her style, and her hair. But you knew the love you guys had for one another hadn’t changed.

“Fuck, Sofia, why are you sneaking up on me like that?” you whispered.

“Can you please move? I want to go inside,” she said, smiling, but the smile never reached her eyes. You moved, and the doors were opened.

“—in fact, it’s big. It has the potential to revolutionize the drug business,” you heard from inside. Huh? Is he referring to Al's plan?How does he know what Alberto wanted to do? You didn’t even know the whole story—of course you didn’t.

You decided to leave. You didn’t want Oz to see you, and you didn’t want to see him either. What was wrong with you?

On your way out, passing the exit, you saw this gorgeous purple car. Now there was only ONE man you knew who could possess something as flashy and in-your-face as a purple fucking car.

It wasn’t Milos, by the way. Then you heard his footsteps, and they were coming-fast, like really fucking fast.

Shit, okay, I’m leaving—go up the stairs now. Before you could hide yourself in one of the upper rooms, you heard Sofia yell out your name.

“Oz, you remember my little sister, right? She had such a fondness for you and you of her, from what I remember. You two haven’t seen each other for such a long time.” Okay, you couldn’t hide, so just put on a brave face and go say hi. “Hi, Oz, you ruined my life, but don’t worry, I would still ride you.” You wished you were back in Europe.

Turning the corner was the easy part; looking at him was the hard part. He looked different, yes—but still the same. His clothing had definitely changed; his black suit was now replaced with a purple one, like the car. Jesus. While you descended the staircase in your short flowery dress, it felt like your date was waiting for you downstairs to take you to prom. Those seven seconds you spent getting down the staircase felt like seven hours. Please, ground, swallow me whole now.

Once you got down and saw him again for the first time in five years, up close, he looked somehow more handsome. His scar was more pronounced, yes, but it added to his allure. Oh God, he’s smiling. Not only did he have a purple car and a purple suit, but this man had golden teeth as well. On a lighter note, he smelled like cologne, cigarettes, and aftershave—just like you remembered him smelling. Oh, that brings you back.

“Hi, Oz,” you said, smiling ear to ear.

He looked you up and down, still smiling. “Wow, you’re just as gorgeous as I remember.”

[penny00dreadful]

So... some of you may have noticed my fics have come to a screeching halt the last couple of months which is not like me and I am here to explain myself.

Babygirl, I have been preparing.

The end of this month is my 1 year anniversary of posting in this fandom, of posting any of my work online after not doing it for like fifteen fucking years and it has brought me so much incandescent joy, I decided I had to do something for it.

(I've also hit like... several milestones which is fucking insane like you all know I'm just some cranky bog witch, right??)

I have been working on my WIPs for over the last two months. All... holy mother of god... like nine of them???

Some of these have been completed, some I am still writing and some are mostly done.

So starting from my anniversary date, 23rd October, every second or third day, I'll be posting a chapter of something.

I have so much material built up this shit could go on until 2024

@hbyrde36 called it my own personal Penny00Dreadful BigBang... and yeah kinda! 😅

I wanted to do this to show just how much I love this community. Your kind words, your support, your unhinged ramblings, your obsessive love, your talent (for free??) it's all amazing it's so amazing and I wanted to explode forth with my love for it so I figured why the fuck not do this stupid idea??😅

All of these will be posted both to tumblr and AO3 so subscribe over there to keep updated or follow me here!

OH! And let me know if you wanna be tagged! If you wanna be tagged for a specific fic or for everything I'll add you, whatever you want.

You've made me so happy and so warm for the last year. The way I know if I'm having a bad day I just need to hop onto this side of tumblr and everything will be peaches and gravy again.

I love you guys so much. 😘🖤

Updated Schedule - (18th Feb 2024)

Fic list with blurbs below the cut, this will (roughly) be the order they're posted in:

Return of The King - COMPLETE

Steddie Vampire AU with a twist! Vampire Steve comes back after falling to the bats. There is two more chapters left and those chapters have been completed.

Comeuppance - COMPLETE

Dustin just wants Steve to be happy. So he tries to parent trap him with Nancy. Clearly they should be together. But Steve's heart doesn't even seem to be in it at all! How is he so bad at this? And Eddie is being less than helpful

Rookie Mistake - COMPLETE

My Steddie Established Relationship Spies AU oneshot that will have a multi-chapter prequel fic coming very soon after!

Eddie is "retired" and Steve has been injured on the job, so he's supposed to be taking it easy. How hard could a walk to the gas station be?

Before He Cheats - COMPLETE

Songfic! Carrie Underwood - Before He Cheats

I literally have no excuse for this one. The rotted brainworms were behind the steering wheel with this one.

One evening, Eddie gets a call from some guy named Steve dropping the news on him that his boyfriend has been cheating on him. With this Steve person and Steve had no idea up until that day.

And Eddie rarely takes that shit lying down.

Steddievember Smut - COMPLETE

No Nut November is here! One can play however he wants. The other just has to wait for December to roll around. I have no other words to describe what this will be, it does what it says on the tin. I blame the STWG discord server. Currently we're looking at four little ficlets for this.

Cat and Mouse - COMPLETE

The Steddie Spies AU Prequel! How they got together and the extreme ups and downs their enemies/rivals to lovers journey goes through. I had so much fun with this one.

And They Were Roommates! - COMPLETE

omg they were roommates.

Steve and Eddie don't hate each other exactly. They just... tolerate each other. But one night Eddie doesn't come home for hours. Long after he's supposed to and it's not like Steve is worried or anything... he's just... concerned for a fellow human being... that's all.

Through The Valley - IN PROGRESS

Post-Apocalyptic AU. Eddie, Dustin and Nancy have a nice little community of survivors outside of Hawkins that they take care of, surviving day to day. Everyone's a little broken, missing the rest of their Party just hoping that one day they'll find each other again.

Devotion

Dungeons and Dragons AU. Steve is the golden boy of the small town of Hawkins. Harrington in name and now a Paladin with his very own oath to hunt down the Bard, the witch Eddie Munson and bring him back to justice under High Priest Henry Creel.

[newtthetranswriter]

After All

Word Count: 1187

Paring: Gray Fullbuster x gn! reader

Summary: Y/n’s love obsessed Guildmate sets them up on a blind date, little did either one know that the date was Y/n’s childhood friend that they thought died ten years ago.

A/n: Hello all, this is my submission for the weekly prompt in the X reader community that i’m in here on tumblr, this week's prompt being ‘blind date’. I also took inspiration from the song ‘After All’ by Cher and Peter Cetera. This song was my parents' wedding song and it holds a special place in my heart so I recommend listening to it if you haven't heard it before. Anyway, i hope you enjoy and as always remember to hydrate or diedrate.

    When I was eight my village was attacked by a demon from the book of Zeref, that demon was Deliora. For the past ten years I believed that I was the only survivor of the attack. I had lost both my parents and all of my friends. After that day I made my way across Fiore and eventually learned plant magic from an elderly wizard. Having mastered the magic, I joined a wizard guild and made new friends, who eventually became like family to me. I specifically joined Lamia Scale. Everyone in the guild was quite the character, but that’s what made the guild fun.��

   A few weeks ago Lyon and a few others had been sent out on a joint mission with three other guilds. Upon their return, Sherry made it her mission to try and set me up with one of the wizards they had worked with.

   “Come on Y/n, you and him would be perfect for each other.” She said once again trying to convince me to meet this mysterious wizard. “Lyon, tell them. You know Gray better than anyone, wouldn’t Y/n and him be perfect together.”

    It was the first time I had heard the name of the poor wizard Sherry was trying to set me up with, and it caused me to freeze in my spot. I thought for a moment ignoring the two wizards as Lyon argued that he did not care about Sherry’s stupid plan. It had to just be a coincidence that his name was Gray, after all my childhood friend died the night Deliora attacked. There was no way it could be the same person. Unless he survived somehow? My train of thought was interrupted by Sherry turning her attention back to me.

    “Hey, Y/n, are you even listening to me?” She waved her hand in front of my face. “What are you thinking about that has you so spaced out?” She asked.

    Shaking my head I debated my answer. “Just thinking about an old friend.” I said with a sad smile. “But maybe you’re right I should give this Gray guy a chance.” I finished, earning a bright smile from the pinkette.

    “Great, I’ll send him a letter and set up a time for you guys to meet.” She said, failing to hold back a squeal.

     As Sherry ran off to set up this blind date, I looked over at Lyon. “So you know this Gray guy, what is he like?” I asked hoping the Ice wizard would have some answers for me.

    He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “He’s stubborn, but cares for his friends. Gray would risk his life for those he cares about.” Lyon went on to talk about how they had been taught Ice make magic by the same person and how after she died they stopped talking for a while. I just listened, wanting to learn what I could about this person I had agreed to go on a blind date with. After all Sherry didn’t really tell me much about him other than the fact that he was attractive and knew Lyon.

    Time skip

    It had been a few weeks since I agreed to this blind date, and Sherry just told me that my date agreed to it. She told me when and where to meet him and that’s how I ended up here. Standing in the doorway of a small restaurant in the heart of Magnolia, frozen in place. I had agreed to this thinking that it couldn’t hurt to make friends in other guilds. What I didn’t expect was to see my best friend who I thought had been dead for the last ten years sitting at a table clearly waiting for someone. Sure it has been ten years, but he looked almost the exact same, only he was taller and looked more mature. But what really told me it was him was the look of shock on his face when he made eye contact with me.

    After working through the first wave of shock, I moved closer to the table he was sitting at. “Hey, long time not see.” I said with a slight laugh, hoping to keep the mood light.

    He chuckled at my greeting. “Yeah, ten years is a pretty long time.” His voice was deeper but I could still recognize it from the time we played together as children. “So, you want to sit and we can catch up?” Gray asked, raising his brow, gesturing to the chair across from him.

    “Sounds good.” I answered while sitting down. 

    After ordering food, we sat and talked about everything that has happened over the last ten years. How after Ure sealed Deliora, he joined Fairy Tail; how I learned plant magic and joined Lamia Scale. Once our food was finished, we left the restaurant and continued catching up while walking around Magnolia.

    “So you’re telling me you reunited with Lyon, simply because Natsu was an idiot and stole an S-class job request?” I clarified, holding in a laugh.

    Gray nodded. “Yeah, Gramps sent me after him to try and stop him before Erza got back. But the stupid flame brain knocked me out and dragged me along.” He explained. “But I guess I should thank him, if he hadn’t I probably wouldn’t have been able to reunite with you.” The soft smile on Gray’s face made my heart swell.

   Returning the smile, I nodded. “Yeah I guess we both should thank him.” I responded before looking down at my feet. “You know, I really thought I lost you. That night after Deliora had moved on from the Village I looked for you, but all I found was the burning collapsed remains of your house. I suppose had I looked more I might have found you, but I just thought you were another one of the many people I lost that night.” I explained, fighting back tears.

   Gray stopped, grabbing my wrist and turning me to face him. “I thought I lost you as well. The reason Ure had to use Ice shell on Deliora is because I went after him. I was stupid and wanted to get revenge for all the people he took from me.” He began to explain. “That includes you. Sure we were only eight but I believed we would be together forever and in one night that dream was crushed. I lost you and I wanted revenge. But here you are, alive.” I could tell he was serious, after all Lyon had told me that Gray had been extremely closed off with his emotions. “I know we lost ten years but maybe we can try to build something new?” The question caught me off guard, well the question plus the cool hand that was resting on my cheek.

   I reached up resting my hand on his before nodding. “I would like that a lot.” I said with a bright smile. I wasn’t sure what would happen from here, but what I did know for sure was that Gray was going to be by my side through it all.

[wanderfan2000]

My obsession with The Lonely Planet The TRUE Story.

A story that I wanted to tell my friend, @theallseeingspacegoods and maybe all of you guys out there will find this entertaining too.  It all started back in the summer of 2014. 

I remembered being so hyped for the new Wander Over Yonder episodes premiering in June. Plus, I even remember the adorable artwork that fellow WOY blogger, @wanderin-over-yonder made for the new episodes that were going to air that summer. I fell in love with the amazing drawings she created for them: The Nice Guy\The Time Bomb, The Tourist, The Day\The Night. But there was one picture I couldn’t get enough of. Surely enough, this drawing would lead to me becoming obsessed with the newest episode of Wander, scheduled to release on June 17th, 2014 and that was…

The Lonely Planet.

Seriously, the second this picture showed up onto the social media page, I instantly became excited to watch this particular episode. In fact, the official synopsis of it got me more excited: “A lonely, sentient planet named Janet becomes obsessed with Wander and wants to keep him all to herself.��� 

Not to mention, during the end credits of The Night, we got our first look at Janet, thanks to a little WOY Disney XD promo song, singing about all the places Wander has traveled and Janet was one of them. Needless to say, I couldn’t wait to watch this episode when it aired. When the day finally arrived, I never been so pumped in my entire life. 

The Lonely Planet\The Brainstorm aired on June 17th, 2014. (A date that would remain with me forever.), I watched both of them and I loved them. After they were over, I remember drawing a picture of Wander captured by Janet for the first time in Autodesk Sketchbook Pro: 

(My first digital drawing of The Lonely Planet.) 

Little did I know that this obsession I was having with this episode was about to become a whole lot bigger…

Flash forward to June 18th, 2014, I was looking on Google, trying to find screenshots of The Lonely Planet, then I discovered this screenshot of Wander all frightened when Janet’s plant vines were reaching towards him. It suddenly lead me to this RP blog called janet the planet. The moment I encountered it, there was NO going back! I became obsessed with the old RP blog and went on it every chance I got. In fact, if it wasn’t for this RP blog, I never would have had discovered the new world of Tumblr and encountered the amazing people in the WOY community. But other then discovering a new website, I was completely obsessed with The Lonely Planet, Janet herself, her obsession with Wander and I was ready to draw just about ALL the fan art I could have of them! 

As my final years in middle school began back in August, there was no doubt my obsession with Janet and Wander was in full swing, so much so, that I drew my first drawings with the characters, (in the form of 2D redraws):

(My various redraws of The Lonely Planet P1.) 

(My various redraws of The Lonely Planet P2.) 

Middle school also lead to me drawing conversations of Wander and Janet. I’ll tell you guys, I drew a LOT of conversations between the characters, and I literally mean A LOT!! Basically, I drew and drew tons and tons of fan art of Wander and Janet together. I didn’t quite know that I was making them a couple…. 

But aside from middle school, high school was where my Lonely Planet drawing skyrocketed as I drew Wander visiting Janet and the planet literally keeps Wander trapped forever on her planet, she keeps him trapped throughout Monday and Thursday, but on Friday’s she would let him go and enjoy his weekend, only to get trapped once again the next week and the cycle starts all over again. 

In fact, during the breaks and holidays, Janet tries her extra hardest to keep Wander with her at ALL times by any means necessary. Because during this time, I kinda made Maurice explore the galaxy on his own but he always return to Janet to tell her about the amazing sights he saw. I dunno, I guess I was just so obsessed with Janet and Wander, I kinda forgot about Maurice. But I draw him with Janet a bunch nowadays. 

As for my digital art of the characters, I drew them NON-STOP! One of my favorite drawings to draw was the screenshot of Janet vowing that she and Wander are together forever until the end of time:

(My first MS Paint drawing of Wander and Janet.) 

Plus, I been drawing this redraw for a long time now.

Another thing about my obsession with this episode is that it introduced me to the “obsessed fangirl” and “Yanderes” topics. (Yes I know, no shocker there.) I found myself becoming obsessed with different obsessive characters from various movies and TV shows, pretty much everything I knew about these characters, I became obsessed. NTM, I can literally recite The Lonely Planet, the ENTIRE EPISODE by heart! Plus, I can do a spot-on Janet impression as well. 

I dunno what was it about this episode I became absolutely obsessed with and the obsession still continues to this very day, minus the fact, I’ve been trying to post about it less now because when I joined Tumblr in 2019, I talked about The Lonely Planet LITERALLY 24.7. I told other Wander fans about my obsession with it too, even to the point I asked them to draw fanart for me of it…it lead to something shocking during March of this year, but I won’t get into any details about it. (Besides, I can’t stand to lose any more friendships like I’ve already had.) 

To make a long story short, The Lonely Planet is my favorite episode of Wander Over Yonder. Don’t get me wrong, there’s a lot of other episodes out there that are amazing and I love them too. But this one will always have a special place in my heart! 

Thanks for reading! Keep clam and Wander on! 

[emotionallychargedtowel]

For the BL trope ask game: 4 and 13

Thanks for the ask, dearie! (And for getting this ask game started to begin with.) These tropes are very much up my alley.

Long-Term Pining (4)

I’m a big fan of long-term pining, as I'm sure you know and as is probably abundantly clear to anyone who reads my tumblr or talks about QL stuff with me elsewhere. I’m not sure what’s so especially compelling about it for me. Part of it is how special it is for someone to be that loyal and committed. Staying constant over a long time without encouragement is one of the biggest indications of the strength of someone’s feelings you could have. I also relate to it in some ways, because when I have serious feelings for someone they don’t ever really go away. Not to mention all the hopeless crushes I’ve had in my life. 

A lot of my favorite BLs/QLs involve a significant amount of pining, so I had plenty of ideas for this trope—if anything, I had too many. I decided to go with my new blorbo, Ai Di from Kiseki: Dear to Me, because his pining takes a really interesting form. 

According to something Louis Chiang said in a behind-the-scenes video, Ai Di has liked Chen Yi since he was six or seven years old, which would have made Chen Yi nine or ten. By the time of the second part of the story, Ai Di is 22 and Chen Yi is 25. That’s sixteen years of pining.

The thing I find most interesting about Ai Di’s version of pining is that it has a really paradoxical quality. Because of a combination of circumstances and his personality, he doesn’t respond to things in the way we would expect for someone who’s pining for someone else. (I guess it’s no wonder I got obsessed with Kiseki after watching it a couple weeks back, since I seem to have a thing for paradoxical relationship dynamics.) Basically, Ai Di is pining for someone while pushing him away and even rebuffing advances from him, things you wouldn’t expect someone deeply in love to do. 

Ai Di gives Chen Yi a hard time about how "his eyes gave him away" when he looked at their boss at this meeting, but what about this?

In the 2019 part of the story, Ai Di often pushes Chen Yi away and even pushes him toward their boss. He passes up invitations and complains about Chen Yi including him in things, repeatedly makes fun of Chen Yi for being a virgin (according to Ai Di) and says he’s impotent, and tells him again and again to confess to or hit on the boss, practically daring him to at times (albeit in a derisive way that wouldn’t be a great approach if he actually wanted Chen Yi to make a move). When Chen Yi kisses him, he bites his lip hard enough to make him bleed (after only hesitating for a microsecond). After he has sex with Chen Yi when he’s drunk, he distances himself in the biggest way yet. Partly out of guilt about this, and fear that Chen Yi will hate him when he realizes what he did, and partly out of his usual desire to protect him, he voluntarily goes to prison for four years in order to protect Zongyi (whose imprisonment is Chen Yi’s responsibility). 

From this point on, Ai Di pushes Chen Yi away even more than before. When Chen Yi comes to visit him in prison on their shared birthday and brings a cake like the ones he used to get for him, dropping massive hints that his eyes have been opened now, Ai Di is incredibly cold and tells him never to visit again. When he’s released in 2023, he continues to push Chen Yi away with all of his might. He avoids him, tells him repeatedly that they should cease all contact, and returns gifts Chen Yi sends him. The most hurtful thing he does is probably the way he talks about the night they had sex, claiming he did it “just for fun.” He goes on to rebuff two more advances from Chen Yi despite continued hints that he has come to understand and even return Ai Di’s feelings. 

If your prospective partner has to put you in a double kabedon, you're hardcore about avoiding them.

Chen Yi’s next attempt is successful. He ties Ai Di up, since he apparently has to be physically restrained in order to hear Chen Yi out. Chen Yi finally tells him more explicitly that after Ai Di went to prison he’d figured out how he felt and how much he’d done for him, that he knew it was him when they slept together (at least, after a certain point), and that he’d realized that he actually returned his feelings. 

This is an epic amount of avoidance for a long-term piner. In some cases, his avoidance is probably for the best. When Chen Yi first starts to put the moves on him, he hasn’t begun to sort out his feelings about the boss. Giving way could easily have made everything worse. But once Chen Yi starts to understand his feelings, it would have made sense for Ai Di to start to let his guard down. Yet he pushes back against Chen Yi’s overtures way harder at that point. 

When asked in an interview (translated here) about what advice he would give Ai Di, Louis Chiang said about Chen YI, “you have to go after him relentlessly, don’t let go of him, don’t let go of your own love for him, keep looking at him persistently, and make him look back at you.” Ai Di pretty much does the opposite of this, so there’s no wonder Chiang thought he could use this advice. 

Why would someone behave this way? There’s actually a good psychological explanation. It has everything to do with the adverse experiences he had as a child. We don’t know when the boss started taking care of Ai Di, but he was definitely with his birth parents or some other parental figures for some time before that happened, and according to him, his parents “went crazy because of drugs,” implying intense use of serious substances. Even if he was under the boss’s care at a very young age, his most formative years would have been spent in a very chaotic environment. It seems like he experienced severe neglect and he may have seen any number of things a child shouldn’t. Like a lot of people with this kind of early experience, Ai Di appears to have a disorganized attachment style. Which is something I could go off about, but that should probably be its own post. 

For now I’ll just say that I think the paradoxical way Ai Di behaves given his devotion to Chen Yi is one of the things that makes him such an interesting character. 

Grumpy/Sunshine (13)

I'm a bit partial to this trope, too. I have a few favorites. Ji Woo and Seo Joon from To My Star are right up there. But for this post, I’m going to talk here about another grumpy/sunshine pair I love: Mamoru and Issei from Kabe Koji. 

How much more grumpy/sunshine could they get?

When it comes to BL protagonists, Mamoru is about as grumpy as it gets. He approaches the world as if disappointment and provocation are so inevitable that he may as well get angry and resigned now and skip the part where he makes an effort. And it seems like he’s had his share of experiences that led him to have these expectations. He deals with homophobic bullying on a regular basis. His rare sources of happiness are really tenuous, like his vacillating popularity with readers of independent comics. And his selective, biased memory of what happened with Issei serves to justify his worst views of life and humanity. Yet in the face of all of this, he has a remarkable, stubborn insistence on following his dream, and though he compromises it at times, he usually listens to his creative voice in an admirable way. 

Issei, meanwhile, is such a sunshine boy that he dances right up to the line where toxic positivity starts. But he doesn’t cross it. He's not always great at sitting with his own negative feelings, though he manages to grow his capacity for that as the story progresses. But it comes pretty naturally to him to sit with other people’s negative feelings. It’s one of the reasons he keeps winning people over wherever he goes--he's able to join with people in their fear and distress and still hold on to a thread of sincere positivity and compassion.

The trouble with Mamoru is that the negative filter he applies to everything is too extreme and he applies it so rigidly. It’s wild to see how much his brain is able to twist anything into something bad. Studying psychology and doing some training placements as a therapist definitely showed me firsthand that human beings have a remarkable capacity to twist things to fit their existing beliefs and expectations, so the fact that I was frequently blown away by Mamoru’s negative filter is really saying something. 

In his gentle, good-natured way, Issei forces Mamoru to look at things differently and open himself up to new experiences and relationships. It’s amazing gift to be able to do that. I don’t think I could pull off being as sunshine-y as Issei in a million years, even though I have some low-key Pollyanna tendencies. But I wonder if I could learn from the way he relates to people. Sometimes he handles other adults in ways that remind me of things I’ve read in parenting books. I guess this is because he makes it a priority to validate others, and that’s an important parenting skill. I don’t think he infantilizes others, though. It’s more that Issei is the kind of person who would treat a kid with as much respect as an adult. And really, the things that kids need from interactions with their parents are almost always the same kinds of things we all need from one another. 

And again, so grumpy, so sunshine.

It’s interesting that Mamoru is able to provide something to Issei that he can’t get elsewhere. It’s been a while since I watched Kabe Koji so I could be off here, but I think it has to do with the one little idealistic piece of himself that Mamoru has guarded with all of his grumpy defense mechanisms–and the fact that Issei ended up as a sort of patron saint of that part of him, a symbol of hope in the world. If he only saw Issei this way, that would be a big problem. But he’s still able to see him as a person–if anything, he understands his personhood and respects his feelings more than anyone. I guess he’s cynical enough that an idealized image of Issei as a perfect ray of sunshine wouldn’t be believable or appealing to him anyway. Sometimes his image of Issei gets a bit disconnected from reality, like what happens when he doesn’t interact with him in real life for a long time and just sees him doing idol things on TV and stuff. But as long as he’s around him sometimes, he continues to really see him in a way that few people do. 

It really doesn’t get better than someone who really sees you for who you are and still thinks what they see is exceptional. Or when someone you think is truly exceptional sincerely loves you back.

[zorosmalewife]

Chain Reaction Notes - Chapter 11

Please remember that this is an unposted chapter! The second one, in fact. Missed chapter 10's notes? Read them here! If you want to know what's to come, and what I as the author think is important about the scenes, read on. If you don't, then don't expand the readmore! You could always come back here after the chapter is posted :)

Each chapter's notes start with the theme of the chapter. Then a list of the scenes, structured as follows:

scene number as depicted in the outlines from my update posts on this tumblr - POV character - one line summary of the concept - (time left until they return to Sabaody) (how long Ace and Zoro have been together)

- list of relevant variables, details, etc

Then, after listing all the scenes, I decided on a title!

Theme: exposing Zoro's flaws. Cracking him open to let the light in. He is loved

9.5 - ZORO - family dinner. setup for 10 (1 year 6.5 months left) (together 4 months) - Zoro doing mental gymnastics to justify being kind to Perona - "God, he loves her. (Shit, he loves her. Goddamn it.)" - Observation haki improvement - Zoro is 'kind of obsessed' with Ace

10 - ZORO - Perona doing Zoro's nails. Ankle scar convo (1 year 6.5 months left) (together 4 months) - fun, comfy dynamic b/t the 3 of them - Zoro's not ready for red - Zoro "wants to throttle and kiss him at the same time, and if that's not love, I don't know what is" - Perona actually conceding and asking for permission from Zoro (mutual respect for real now) - Perona and Ace upset about Zoro's sword-jumping thing [tendency to jump on any sword that presents itself, regardless of the actual situation] - the girls are fightingggggg

10.5 - ZORO - makeup sex dot png (1 year 6.5 months left) (together 4 months) - Ace falling asleep ment. - Zoro is made to understand that his sword-jumping thing hurts those he loves - he didn't even know he was doing it - Ace almost says he loves Zoro but catches himself and diverts instead - Perona picked out a mystery novel for Zoro and he's actually reading it - Ace: "I'm scared of how scared you make me." - Monumental sex. Zoro feels cherished. Not tender, really. Intense. (mirrors when Zoro tops later) [SPOILERS LOL]

11 - ZORO - Feesh! W/ Dadhawk :) (1 year 5.5 months left) (together 5 months) - Zoro just letting Mihawk boss him around (he feels indebted to Mihawk) - Zoro thinks he 'loves Ace and Perona' but doesn't really notice that he had that thought - Mihawk interrogates him. Decides to face him properly in their spars <- Mihawk respects him

11.5 - ZORO - Bath convo family dinner (1 year 4.75 months left) (together 5.75 months) - Ace's Bath Issues - Mihawk pointing out that everyone has vulnerabilities <- Ace and Mihawk @ odds once again - Ace 'I'll heat your bath, stud'

Title: growing pains

[rosemary-morgan]

Cor Leonis x F.Reader (x Yandere!Drautos) - Traitor (Part 1)

(Pictures/GIF are not mine! Found on Pinterest/Google/tumblr - Collage made by myself.)  

Many thanks to @fangirl-ramblings 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🌹

Warning: Yandere!Drautos, obsessive behavior, angst, mention of death

Summary: You were supposed to be his, but instead Cor Leonis had found happiness with you. Drauto's obsession with you is getting worse by the day, until finally he would walk over dead bodies to get you.

Cor Leonis x F.Reader (x Yandere!Drautos) - Traitor (Part 1)

"I would prefer not to let you go at all, darling." Y/N looked up at Cor as her fingers gently caressed his bare chest. They had made love in these sheets for hours, and now they lay exhausted next to each other, with Y/N more than happy to have Cor all to herself for once. It often happened that Cor was away on a mission for days or even weeks at a time, all because of his work as a king's guard, and so she wouldn't get to see him. She could never be sure if she would reunite with him, because what he was doing was not without risks. "I know. But I have no choice but to go." Lovingly, Cor stroked through her hair as he looked at her pretty face. "Hey... don't give me that sad look. It's only for a short time and you know I don't take risks with my life. Don't worry." It was so easy to say, but Y/N was afraid of the day when someday someone would show up at her door and give her the terrible news that Cor was dead. Y/N buried her face against his neck and Cor could clearly hear her sigh, whereupon he put his strong arms around her body and just held her. Of course, he was afraid of not being able to return to her, but he was part of the King's Guard and he led the soldiers who fought for Lucis to help protect the people of this kingdom. But sometimes Cor wished he could withdraw from this great responsibility and enjoy life together with Y/N. So far, they had not even found the time to travel together. He wanted to be able to offer the young woman so much more, but his work took a lot out of him. "And tonight there will be a small celebration at the royal palace. You've been looking forward to that for weeks, Y/N." The young woman nodded, smiled a bit, and Cor was very happy to see that. He was also looking forward to it, especially as he couldn't wait to dance with her. Oh, he was very proud to call such a wonderful woman as Y/N his girlfriend. She was smart, beautiful and had her heart in the right place. Sure, some envious glances would be drawn to her, especially since Y/N was a lot younger than he was and one or the other wondered why she hadn't chosen a man of the same age. But the answer was simple. Cor Leonis was the man she loved. He was loving, tender and treated her as she should be treated; with the greatest respect that one had to show a woman. Fifteen years separated them. But what difference did that make? Age did not matter, as is well known, and Cor really did not look his age. Apart from that he was fit and well trained. "I got myself a wonderful dress and I'm sure you'll like it as much as I do!" "Mhm~ I'm looking forward to taking it off of you again" Cor purred, gently kissing her lips. The young woman smirked in amusement, looking into his wonderful blue eyes. "I'm sure that can be arranged."

A few days later...

"Don't worry. I'll be returning home in a few days." With a clearly worried look, Y/N looked up at Cor and yet she nodded. She had absolute understanding for his situation, because in the end it was his job to take care of this kingdom. "If something happens, Drautos will be there to protect you." Titus Drautos; leader and instructor of the Kingsglaives, and an excellent fighter. Titus nodded at Cor, then glanced at the beautiful woman he had secretly desired for months like no other woman. But she was tied to someone else and she showed no interest in him. Actually, Titus had decided to accept this fact, but he found it very difficult. Every time he saw her, his lust and hunger for this woman increased immeasurably. "I miss you already, darling," she whispered and Cor could see the tears in her eyes. He shook his head gently as he smiled at her, taking her petite face in his strong yet gentle hands. "No one will stop me from returning to you," he whispered to her before kissing her soft lips. Y/N could count on Cor, but no one could really say what tomorrow would bring and somehow the feeling crept over her that something bad would happen in the near future. This feeling was so intense that it gave her a stomach ache and made her feel more than uncomfortable. "I have to go now, Y/N. I love you." "I love you too, Cor." A final farewell kiss was shared before Cor descended the steps in front of the royal estate. Before getting into his black car, he threw the young woman a warm smile, which she instantly returned. "Don't worry. Cor is a survivor." The young woman heard Drauto's words and yet she was not really persuaded by them. "I hope he will return to me this time as well." Drautos forced a smile, even though jealousy had him in a tight grip. "He will. Don't worry."

But in the days that followed, Insomnia was to meet a horrible fate. The heart of the city was attacked by Niflheim and many people lost their lives. "Y/N! Y/N!" Drautos strode through the corridors of the palace, looking for the young woman to help lead her to safety. What would happen to his king, or to his loyal companions, did not interest him. Y/N was the only one he wanted to keep safe. He rushed into one of the countless rooms and he was more than happy when he found her. "Drautos!" "What are you still doing here? You need to get out of here right now!" Even as he spoke, Drautos walked up to the dark-haired woman and gently grabbed her hand. "What's happening out there, Drautos?!" She was scared, you couldn't blame her, and you could hear it clearly in her voice. "Insomnia is under attack!" She instantly realized that King Regis was the target. And not only him, but also his followers were chosen as victims. "Regis... Oh my god! I have to get to them!" But Drautos prevented her from risking her life, for that was exactly what she would lose if she moved through the palace without an escort. "Please let me go, Drautos! I have to take care of the injured!" For that was the young woman's job. She was a nurse, a healer, who pursued her profession with great passion. "Be reasonable, Y/N! I promised Cor to protect you!" Cor! Where was he? Hopefully he was not near the capital, otherwise something might have happened to him as well, and losing him would not be something the young woman could handle. "Where is he, Drautos? Have you heard anything from him?" The captain sighed deeply. He hadn't heard from Cor, but this moment would give him a golden opportunity he didn't want to miss. He played with the idea of lying to Y/N. "Cor... Is... he fell, Y/N." His words were barely getting through to her and she didn't know what to say in response at first. She just stared at him with wide eyes and a thick lump forming in her throat. "He won't come back." "No... No, no, no! What are you saying?" The first tears wet her delicate skin as she realized what Drautos was telling her. Her Cor was supposed to be dead? No! This could not be! "Drautos! He can't be dead!" she cried out outraged, hitting the officer as hard as she could against his chest. Luckily his armor prevented the feeling of any pain but the young woman kept hitting, so Drautos finally grabbed her wrists and made her stop. She would only hurt herself. "Y/N! If we don't get out of here, you'll die too! Is that what you want?!" Y/N sobbed loudly, completely distraught and shocked that Cor was no longer alive. "Who tells such lies?! Cor doesn't just die for no reason!" So now she would never be able to lie in his arms again? Never again be able to feel his skin on hers? His kisses and his touches would only be a memory? "I just got this message a few minutes ago. The men who were on a mission with him can confirm it." "No... no, that can't be..." When the young woman made no move, Drautos grabbed her arm and pulled her into a hug. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, but you're not going to die today either!" The young woman let the officer hug her, but his words gave her no comfort. How could she handle the death of her beloved Cor? Drautos looked at the young woman after he had moved away from her a bit. His hands still rested on her arms. "I gave Cor my word to protect you! And I will!" He reached for her hand and pulled her with him. If he had to, he would throw her over his shoulder to get her out of this building, but the young woman simply let Drautos lead her, because in the end, she didn't care what would happen to her. Drautos walked down the long corridor and in his mind things were happening that should not be. Things that should not be! He had already made the big mistake of lying to Y/N about Cor. Cor was still alive, Drautos was convinced of that, and he was on his way here to bring Y/N out of the capital. But Drautos was faster than the king's guard and may the gods forgive him, but he desired someone else's wife and this obsession was unbearable for him.

♦♦♦♦

Actually, she should get herself to safety. Yes, actually she should live on, but she just couldn't bring herself to leave Insomnia and without Cor, she didn't want to go anyway. She did not believe that he was dead. Y/N felt that he was still alive! And she knew he was on his way to her. But Drautos told her that Cor would not return. Why would he lie to her? During the whole car ride, she silently looked out the window and all felt pain as all the memories of her time together with Cor flooded her mind. Drautos drove on unperturbed, but every now and then, his eyes wandered over to her and he knew what he had done with his lie. But that was exactly how he wanted her to be, so that she would build trust in him, so that he would become the center in her shattered world and then, she would finally be his. Drautos was a patient man in many things, but as far as his passion for Y/N was concerned, it was a terrible enemy to his patience. "Where are we going?" "To Lestallum. There you will be safe!" Y/N said nothing in reply, for in the end she did not care. Not only had she lost Cor, but she had been driven from her home. By a power-hungry Niflheimer who was forcefully taking the kingdom of Lucis. The farther they went from Insomnia, the quieter it became. In Lestallum, there was no trace of the terrible attack on the kingdom. But the people in that city had felt the violent tremors and they were worried about the neighboring country. At some point Drautos brought the car to a halt, but Y/N made no move. Sighing, the officer turned to the beautiful woman and looked at her anxiously. "Come on, Y/N. You should rest and try to get some sleep. Do you want me to send for a doctor?" "No," was her curt reply, but she did not turn her gaze to him. Drautos sighed again, but got out of the car and went around to the passenger side to open the door for the young woman. When he held out his hand to her, she looked up at him and her expression was full of sadness. Her eyes swollen and red from the salty tears she had shed. "Let me be there for you, Y/N," he said in a soft voice and Y/N seemed to hesitate for a moment, but finally she grabbed his hand and got out of the car.

♦♦♦♦

"Sir! Over here, sir!" Cor was shocked by the violence reflected before his eyes. So many victims lay under the rubble and the only thing he could think about right now was Y/N and his king. "Where is the king? Is he safe?!" But Cor was disappointed in this regard. "He... he's dead, sir..." "My gods, no..." Cor sighed heavily, running his hand over his face and thus wiping the sweat from his forehead. "Goddammit! Those bastards!" It was hard to believe that King Regis was no longer alive. How could this have happened? Where were his bodyguards? Where was Drautos? Cor himself had not been able to be with him, for the king had sent him on a mission, and yet, Cor blamed himself terribly for that. For 29 years now, he had been a member of the King's Guard to protect his king, but today, on this fateful day, he had failed. "Where is Y/N? Have you taken her to safety?!" His concern for the young woman was enormous, for he had been unable to reach her by phone and he could only hope that she was not among the victims. "Sir, she went with Officer Drautos earlier!" Cor had no idea what Drautos had done and what his true intentions were regarding Y/N. "Do you have any idea where Drautos might have taken Y/N? Have you had a chance to speak with him?" "No, I'm sorry sir! Have you not tried to reach him by calling him?" "I can't get through to him or Y/N!" said Cor as he held up his smartphone a bit, but the wireless network was completely down. "When did they leave?" Cor put his smartphone back in his jacket pocket while waiting for more information from the soldier. "About an hour ago, sir!" A soft sigh slipped across Cor's lips when he heard that. Lestallum was not far from here and a safe place. There was nothing left for the commander to do but search Lestallum for her, and he hoped he would find her as soon as possible. In the meantime, Cor tried to reach the two of them by phone, but Insomnia was just one more dead zone. "Damn..." But before Cor would start searching for his girlfriend, he wanted to check on his king one last time and say goodbye. So he set himself in motion. "Take care of the injured! Make sure and look for any other survivors! Go!" "Sir! Yes, sir!"

♦♦♦♦

"I don't believe Cor is dead..." "I wish he were still alive, Y/N. But..." Drautos lied shamelessly to her face and it was getting easier for him, but she seemed convinced that Cor was still alive. "Y/N, you're exhausted and you've been through a lot. Why don't you go lie down? And I'll get you something to eat?" But Y/N wouldn't hear of it. She was far too upset to retire. "No, Drautos." "Okay." He headed for the door, and before leaving the room, he turned to her once more. "I'll be in the room next door if you need anything." With that, he left the young woman alone in the hotel room. The moment Drautos left the room, she burst into tears again. Her heart was bleeding because something inside her had died. How could she go on living like this without her soul mate? Cor was her everything. He couldn't just be dead! Suddenly, the vibrating of the smartphone drew the young woman's attention. Drautos had left his phone on the table and suddenly the thought crept into her mind that this call was meant for her. Or maybe it was just the little spark of hope inside her that told her so. Finally Y/N decided to take the smartphone and when she read the name on the display, her heart almost stopped in shock. Cor Leonis. Immediately she picked up the call and she was already afraid that it was not her Love who was talking to her, but one of his men. "Drautos? Drautos, can you hear me?! Where are you?" It was his voice! It was Cor speaking on the other end of the line. Not a word left the young woman's pretty lips at first. "Drautos! Damn it, can you hear me?" "Cor..." "Y/N?!" She had sensed from the beginning that Cor was still alive! Y/N was immensely relieved and this time, it was tears of joy she shed. "You're alive! It's really you!" Cor frowned a bit in confusion, wondering where she would even get the idea that he was dead. "Y/N! Are you all right?" Cor was driving through the streets at a fast speed, probably way over the limit, but he didn't care because he wanted to be with Y/N. "Yes! I'm fine, darling!" "Where are you, Y/N? Where did Drautos take you?" It suddenly became quiet on the phone, as Y/N wondered why Drautos had told her about Cor's death. From a safe source his words had come, Drautos had claimed. She frowned as she replayed Drautos' words in her mind. What possessed him to lie to her like this? Something told her that he had done this on purpose. That bad feeling she had had from the very beginning when she had gotten into the car with Drautos had been a warning. "Y/N! Y/N, are you still there?" "Drautos told me you were dead." "What? What did he say?" Judging from his tone, he didn't like that fact at all. He pushed the stick into fifth gear a little harder than he would have liked, while pushing the gas pedal even more unrestrained. "He said one of your men informed him..." "None of my men did anything like that! I don't know why he would tell you something like that, but I don't like it at all! Where are you, Y/N?" "I'm in Lestallum. I..." The next moment the door to her room opened and Drautos stood at the door, seeing that the young woman was holding his phone. Y/N gave the officer a disregarding look as she finished the following words. "I'm waiting for you at the Hotel Leville, Cor!" Drautos gasped when he heard that name. He had blown his cover and the young woman did not seem pleased by it...

Next chapter is coming soon...

[namelessdeceased]

my return means i NEED a new pinned post like a returning king needs his servant (except im not a king im a peasant returning from illness scrambling for little breadcrumbs)

my actual pinned post DOWN THERE!!! ↓↓

𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑠 (𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡! 𝑝𝑙𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑)

call me theo (pronounced th-ee-oh). might update tho

he/him pronouns ONLY. please 😭

i'm definitely a minor. i'm turning 14 this year. be careful. (i'll update my age ofc)

DONT FLIRT WITH ME. i feel like that does not need to be said. dont do it tho

i'm pretty uncomfortable w obsessiveness, like stalking, yanderes etc

masc terms please 😭

i do still take moodboard/stimboard reqs!

divider credit to @.enchanthings on tumblr!

more info about me is below the cut

𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑠!

i have quite a few. im sorry 😪

im having a name conflict rn. call me theo. maybe ren.

he/him. no honorifics unless you have to/its a joke

trans boy! not transmasc like im a trans boy.

aroace i think

^ boyliker though. achillean i think, though i do just call myself gay. boys are fire

autistic 😪

intj, 4w5 last i checked but im not so sure

𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠!

first, music! have some 😁👍

𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠!

star next to it means my main interests

☆ astrophysics

☆ particle physics

psychology

fashion

most other science-related things

coding/robotics

studying culture (if that makes any sense)

𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑎 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠! (𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠, 𝑡𝑣, 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠 𝑒𝑡𝑐)

bolded are the ones i mainly interact w

ensemble stars (crazy:b-P!!!)

vanitas no carte

horizon forbidden west/zero dawn

the goldfinch

bungo stray dogs

paper girls

the promised neverland

rick riordan universe

six of crows

probably a lot more but im way too lazy to rmb them all

𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐!

bears in trees. FOR LIFE

midwest emo

dark ambient (nobody on youtube? GAS.)

the occasional lofi

lemon demon!!!

𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑖 𝑑𝑜!

i do like. a bunch of crap. but currently im very academic, im studying like all the time ever. maybe every month or so i'll post a vlog (will link probably). i love doing research on things people 10 years older than me are. projects on things like QGP or colour charge are fun.

𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒!

when two people love each other

nah its ok im fw you but like i do have a buncha lore.

i showed up a few years back and made some friends. some of said friends made me a little uncomfortable after some time and we drifted. i never touched tumblr again for a MINUTE. its now what. two and a half years later. im old and not caught up with the latest tumblr hahas. please educate your old man on your new kid slang

𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑜𝑢𝑠!

aint no way i spelled that right

i love almost every aesthetic. theyre all nice. currently im very dark academia though.

i still take moodboard/stimboard reqs if anyone still wants em!

dont be surprised if my texting style has changed, its been two years😁

IF YOU READ ALL THE WAY THANK YOU YOURE SO COOL AND EPIC AND AWESOME!!?🗣️🗣️

[tipsy-scales]

Despite starting to use tumblr again, I haven’t done a good job at updating on what has become of me since I left, so I’d like to make this special post centered on:

✨My Selim Bradley Obsession✨

“What?” You may ask. That kid from the last arc of FMA who nobody likes? Yeah yeah that’s him.

I’m exaggerating ofc by saying nobody likes him but he’s not among the ranks of Roy Mustang, Edward Elric himself, or Greed. He is not fighting for good. He is not a suave adult. He is a mean little boy.

FMA has been one of my great loves since I was 14…which was a very long time ago. To me the story is perfect and satisfying— so much that once the manga and FMAB were finished, I stopped thinking about it. (I also had a lot of embarrassment over how in love I was with Ed before that.) It was easy to leave FMA behind and move onto new things…like Fire Emblem Awakening! That is how I ended up making this blog. But over time I became sad that I was only chasing new things. Eventually, I wanted to return to the media that had shaped me and it was during summer of 2020 that I decided to revisit FMA.

Originally Ed was the character I cared most about. I remembered Selim but not enough to care about him. My taste in characters had changed drastically by the time I returned though. I actually did a rewatch a few years prior and thought Selim was really cool. This spurred me to make a Twitter thread about how he *might* be my favorite FMA character. And by the end of that thread, he WAS my favorite character. Below is my gallery where you can see the obsession awaken down to the day.

Simply put, I think he’s neat? M Robin Fire Emblem was my favorite when I was blogging here regularly. I like male characters who fight with their wits instead of flashy weapons, so I guess Pride falls into that too. I also like shadows. Darkrai is one of my favorite Pokémon. I like little boy characters with big empty eyes. I think they’re cute in probably in the same way people think squishmallows are cute. I like characters with spiky bangs I think it looks sick. There’s also something somewhat tragic about him. From things with his mother to things with his Father to the fake little family he lives in. I can spend a lot of time on this so I’ll stop there.

My little obsession (2 years and counting ahaha…) has lead me to do all kinds of things too! I’ve made new friends online! I started collecting manga beginning with FMA! I’ve gotten a bunch of merch that makes me happy. And the projects I’ve done! I’ll make a separate post of all my Selim inspired projects but gosh I learned so much by being way obsessed with a character who barely has any merch. I had to make my own merch! And then there’s…my shameful custom phone screen

(It’s actually easy to navigate once you get used to it)

Anyway I’ll stop it here! I mostly wanted people to know about my new child. I reblog him every now and then but so far people on…every one of my other social medias who saw this happen know, but tumblr doesn’t

[torchwithin]

November 2023 Recap

I am moving back to tumblr. It is sad I ever left. This was clearly the place to offer and receive too many words on obscure personal theories. So I have returned.

No one needs to read this. This is just a monthly entry I'd like to keep for myself, an emotional time capsule of the prior month.

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Dear You,

I used to write these "newsletters" to a friend, and that spirit still feels right, although I am no longer friends with this person. That may change, but for now it is necessary.

November was my birthday month. What does this mean to me?

My birthday means a lot to me. It's a time to celebrate me! It's been harder to enjoy the new years because I've been doing my refreshes every quarter instead of waiting until the end of the year. It's my favorite activity, so I figured I should do it more often! And the more frequent resets are also very practical and productive. But now I need something else to make this year-end time feel more special.

This year I decided to get a tattoo and change my hair on my birthday month. These felt truly festive for my birthday month. The tattoo are the hedge witch stars from The Magicians on my left forearm. I have Howl blowing life into Calcifer on the same spot on my other arm. It makes me feel powerful to have these two power symbols on each arm to remind me of what I have access to. Howl who dodged his duties to his nation in favor of himself and Sophie. The hedge witches who will train their magic no matter what, even when barred from the elite magic schools. If the librarian's daughter who steals from the library had her own logo, I would have gotten that. I love this spirit of defiance, anarchy, and striking out on your own. Seizing power even at a cost, even against the law.

I was worried my tattoo appointment wouldn't go through, but since it did, it ended up being the perfect day. My love and I went to one of our favorite bakeries and got fancy cakes, and they gave us free macarons. They have a habit of doing this, and I am always unsure if they will do it again because I wouldn' t dare ask for freebies just because I received them before. But they do toss in extra treats, and it delights me every time. I'm really obsessed with Jujutsu Kaisen right now and have felt a bit feverish and selfish, so I've also been hesitant to press for more time with it. But my love asks if I'd like to watch, and that feels like another treat to indulge in. He drops me off at my tattoo appointment, and I can tell my artist is underwhelmed by the simplicity of my tattoo haha. But whatever makes me happy, he says, and he does a great crisp job of it. And we have such a fantastic conversation, the best I've ever had with an artist. I should do this every time, just ask about their tattoos and how they got into it and their favorite styles. It made me want to bring some monster tattoo for him to do since we both share an interest in mythologies. He also had this mellow disarming vibe that made me feel so safe to say whatever I wanted and go with the flow.

Towards the end of the month, I got a haircut, androgynous hair #2, my second time going this short. I've been dipping my toes into boyish androgynous hair as a way to ease into my masculine expression. It's such a nice birthday treat to get a scalp massage, to feel the warm shower spray whose jets are as numerous as hair and make me feel so smooth and pampered. My hair stylist made me feel extra special. She remembered me from last time and said she loves how adventurous I am, and she loves doing these unconventional kpop cuts for me. Their clientele tends to be more traditional. It makes sense. They're a very chic aesthetic place, not so much a rockstar place. My brother told me he has 3 different stylists depending what neighborhood he's currently in haha. Short hair is such a new life, gosh. It really does whatever it wants in the morning. It really needs to be styled if I want the texture to go a certain way. I have to do the unruly look on purpose, ha. I am learning that I don't really want it this short if the intention is to just let it air dry because then it's just fluffy and round and not super interesting. I might learn to style it into upright styles. That looks cool to me. I prefer short boyish past my cheekbones, but still fwippy, and without bangs.

This was also a month of healing love for myself. I had completely forgotten exactly when my love and I started talking again, so I looked through all our past emails to figure it out, and it slammed me with how I fell in love all over again. I instantly recalled the giddiness of that first email. I thought that by being in such a long committed relationship that I probably wouldn't experience those new love butterflies again, but I did just by going back in time. I promptly told my partner that he should send me emails whenever he has follow-up thoughts on any of our conversations, for I would like to keep them! I would like to have emotional time capsules of him as well. We've been together 9 years total, and I notice that this month is always a bit of a cursed month for relationships. I will end things, my friends will end things, either with each other or someone else. I think the scorpio energy grabs everyone by the neck and shakes you a bit. Terrible, but I love it. So I am promising myself not to start or end things in this month from now on, ha. Please, let us finish the month so that the autumn restlessness can be out of our system and we can make life-altering decisions from a place of sobriety instead of a place of byronic angst.

Every year, I've gotten a new tattoo, and each one has marked another year of freedom that I got away from my abuser. But as I read through those emails with my love, I got to flip the script. I have gotten a tattoo per year that I reunited with my love, that I chose myself, my dignity, and my happiness.

I'm extra proud of my love and me this month. It is month two of doing RADAR together. We recapped September and October this time, and I decided to modify the structure to be more effective for us than the original template. RADAR is a polyamorous resource in order to check-in monthly or even more often. Originally, it's a multi-hour affair, but I got it down to less than 2hrs. The idea is that you start with something positive by recapping the last month, then you discuss several life areas whether they are doing well or struggling. It is a great opportunity to validate what is good for extra good feelings, and it's a safe recurring space to address things that still weigh on us. And then you decide on actionables together and it ends with reconnection through compliments, massage or a nice outing. We've decided to just end in a kiss and to express gratitude towards what came up in the session as we got to relive the best parts of the prior month and we got to cover meaningful topics.

In other news of healing my heart, I healed my capacity to receive venting. Ironically I finally put up a boundary with the one who vents to me most, who re-taught me how to have more of a stomach for them, but he crossed the line. I've been so worried since my abuser that people will be inconsolable, so I get nervous listening to people's problems and woes. I get nervous if they will be okay. I've only been able to stomach a handful of friends who I know take care of themselves, and who I know will be okay regardless of my contribution, where my contribution does mean something, and who allow our friendship to be other things beyond just split misery. I am gradually expanding my capacity in both directions. I am less reactive to bad stuff, while still having boundaries about how much I can be expected to endure. I am getting out of my comfort zone and asking for more substantial reciprocity from others, while forgiving people's weaknesses so long as they are overall contributing in an active way. It is unfortunate how guilty I've started to feel for... being too empowered? Healing from codependency and narcissistic abuse means that I stop being a bleeding heart for the tears of perpetual victims. That's hard. I see someone in pain, and I want to help. But not everyone is capable of benefiting from you, and so I have to check, did people bring their own cup or do they expect me to provide everything? I can't be the only uplifting force in the relationship. This is really an early December issue, but alas, it is coming up now, here.

I reconnected with some other key aspects of myself this month. I reconnected with my tumblr-style activism. It disturbed me how much my perfectionist attitude was from internalized fear of my ex, and not my true feelings. Sure, there are plenty reasons where I've refined my activism and now prefer to speak from a mental health lens instead of social justice terminology. But I know myself, and I know that my voice that wanted "only the most positively impactful" news over general news was just avoidance I had picked up to survive my ex. Nothing was ever good enough for him. But I thought, "wait a second!" Back in my tumblr days, I didn't look for the best takes. I took it all in broadly, and then zero'd in on the best takes. I didn't avoid the heavy news and useless actions. I skimmed, discerned, and selected where to allocate my energy. Leena Norm's video defending the value of "small actions" woke me up to how much I like doing every little good thing I can. recycling, reusable cups, asking for people's pronouns, spaying/neutering your pets. It is hard to feel like our actions are very important, but we can definitely do little things so that we are not part of the problem. Spaying my cats prevents this world from having even more homeless kittens. It prevents the trouble of having unsuitable parents who give up perfectly great cats. I was always doing little things like this. When did I start to lose confidence in every minor action? It's good to be back.

I also thought of how much I used to admire my ex, how I would hide behind people who seemed stronger, how I always longed to be strong, and I can now proudly say, I am strong. I know who I am. Naysayers can't shake me so easily. I will go boldly into disagreements, and we will come out of the other side of discussion with more fleshed out ideas. Just like my first book club in forever. It was so refreshing to be back in what felt like a college-level discussion. People who read and are passionate about what they have read. It felt so safe to have different views, and my unique perspective contributed to others appreciating things from additional angles. And likewise, I benefited similarly from them.

[stygiusfic]

10 books to know you better

snagging this from the lovely @coffee-writes because: what do we do when we don’t feel like working? we do memes on tumblr.

so, in no particular order, ten books that have stuck with me throughout the years!

Cien años de soledad (One Hundred Years of Solitude) - Gabriel García Márquez I read the final paragraph of this masterpiece in a textbook in school and it haunted me for years until I finally read the novel. It’s a delight of magical realism and the prose is so expertly crafted that every line hits with perfect cadence (in the original, at least; I haven’t read any translations). This book is an experience.

Carmilla - J. Sheridan le Fanu People say Dracula is the height of the vampire novel, and they are wrong. Carmilla is where it’s at. Through the eyes of her victim, Carmilla’s predatory nature and her apparent affection for Laura get blended in such a way that you can see why she’s so charming at the same time as you feel the underlying wrongness of it all. Goals.

The Goblin Emperor - Katherine Addison The comfort read of all time. Here’s a novel based around courtly intrigue that doesn’t hinge on the protagonist being more twisted than everyone around them, or becoming corrupted by the environment. Maia struggles to be forthright and true to himself in a court that despises him, and it’s so wholesome to watch—and also very exciting when he has to get out of the traps laid for him. Also, the prose is gorgeous.

Momo - Michael Ende I read this book numerous times as a child, but it’s felt very relevant as an adult too. Momo is a little girl who is able to find joy in her surroundings, and the only one who can stop the Gentlemen in Grey, strange shadow beings that manipulate people to put their time in a “bank” with the promise that it’ll be returned later, but it never is; it only feeds the Gentlemen in Grey and their neverending greed. The novel criticizes consumerism and the trappings of a fast-paced society (and it very much applies to capitalism as we know it now too).

The Terracotta Bride - Zen Cho This novella has made me cry every time I’ve read it. It’s about a young girl who’s been so used to having her needs come second to everyone else’s that she only really starts to figure out who she is once she’s dead and in the Chinese afterlife. There, made once again to be an object for a man’s convenience, she meets the terracotta bride, a construct shaped like a beautiful woman that makes her question who she is and what she wants. The writing is poignant and beautiful at every turn.

Rebecca - Daphne du Maurier Another one for the “pervasive wrongness” vibes. It’s remarkable how deeply Rebecca’s influence is felt throughout the novel even though she is dead by the time it starts; she’s almost more of a protagonist than the point-of-view character, who isn’t even named. It’s a masterpiece of subtext and so so vivid in the way it frames its characters and scenery.

Queenpin - Megan Abbott This book rewired my brain when I read it for the first time. It’s a noir-ish tale of a young girl becoming involved in the mob’s business and becoming obsessed with the approval of her mentor, the ruthless mob queenpin Gloria Denton. It’s short but it packs a punch.

Annihilation - Catherynne M. Valente Another comfort read! This is a Mass Effect spin-off novel, but it’s so much better than any other spin-off novel I’ve ever read. It’s fast-paced, incredibly engaging and with characters that feel alive on the page. All three times I’ve read it, I’ve finished it in a day of feverish reading. It also has one of my favorite wlw romances of any book I’ve ever read.

Mexican Gothic - Silvia Moreno-García I have a paperback of this on my shelf and anytime I think too long about how good this book is I feel a primal need to cut it into pieces and eat it. It does a fantastic job of creating that atmosphere of being trapped that is essential to horror stories, where you understand why the protagonist isn’t leaving but you wish they would because you know the other shoe is going to drop soon, and when it does all you can do is scream and hold on for dear life. It’s perfectly paced and gorgeously written, and I love it.

Harrow the Ninth - Tamsyn Muir Respectfully: this book is insane. If you know, you know. I love how Muir’s background in fanfic shows off here, in the sense that fanfic is absolutely fucking bonkers and always does whatever it wants, not what it “should”, and Muir takes that principle and makes it work so hard for her. I love it.

[zumpietoo]

Oh Geez, Yet Again....

Ummm....

A) no, Cole looks totally sexy in all pics

B) yet AGAIN, false equivalency between posed, red carpet/pap pics, fully groomed and dressed by others versus, chilling in your own clothes. No shortage of, ironically, pics of Peepster, actually, fully made up, etc looking like utter shit, nonetheless.

C) Cole didn't "lose" PP, he dumped her ass. Because she was a cheating, slutty, hot (and not in a good way) neurotic nightmare mess. And turns out they were very on/off again, with endless splits during the time they were together.

D) These pics are like 5 years old, too....

That said, this is actually an excellent opportunity to further discuss what, exactly, their objective here is....(which, BTW, they'll never, ever accomplish):

It becomes moar and moar apparent this isn't even remotely about "destroying" him----because, dudes, how exactly would you 10 total child sock accounts, blathering endless lies/endlessly contradicting yourselves/being painfully out of the know about a total stranger everrrr remotely accomplish that? On your semi-hidden tumblr, no less?

Plus you've previously claimed victory (nope), took a "vacay" (mommeee cut off your phone/internet, I guess)---and still returned.

You'd also be waay less devoted to Peepster and pushing the myth of her "winning" the break up, menny years later and by having to hire Walmart Coles to power couple (until even that wasn't enough and THEY either dumped or cheated on her) as "proof". Oh or that she's a prostitute, herself, to dudes who are and were firmly committed to others.

You wouldn't, again, bizarrely pretend a long term, ongoing relationship COLE has "failed/never happened", based entirely on painfully shallow criteria....you wouldn't be so obsessed with me and/or spreading weird, again based in painfully shallow criteria, lies about me that only show how very little you know of how real humans interact in the real world....

Or perpetuate all your endless, weird false equivalencies (my fave being shaming me for bargain hunting (and that even being a total lie) is kewl, but I'M elitist for pointing out one celeb is richer than another?)...

Soooo.....what IS their objective?

THEY'RE the ones who want SH to reconcile....but only in the form of Cole grovelling back to PP, calling her hiz kween, announcing she's most wonderfulest being ever....(she's a dumb bimbo bitch, let's all be real....she was able to depict a facade for awhile, largely because Cole probably guided her. No moar), admitting she dumped him cuz OMG!!! Cheetah!!! (all of which is untrue, buuut....it's what they want)...

And why? Cuz, again, they're obsessed with this narrative (it pops up about other wimmin periodically, as well....and, again, is always in patently untrue cases).....AND they self inserted as PP (even if they sometimes want to fuck her too) and their values are so shallow, they really do think there IS no greater achievement than for a woman to be purely decorative....even when she no longer is.

So dudes, I see you. And I laugh at you. The problem here is, you lost....a loonnggg time ago. And you'll never stop losing. And it kills you, so you've created an entirely separate, new narrative....thusly.

As I think of it, it further explains why I'M cast as a villain, because (as even MOMMEEEE admitted), I always "leaned Cole". I always really only liked PP because COLE liked her....and it turns out, probably not nearly so much as we all thought, at the time.

And you hate that/me for it, because you view that as a betrayal, too. It kinda places all this weirdness in my askbox (during their menny break ups, turns out), in further perspective, too----they were fed lies/made fanfic and then wanted me to agree, so repeatedly looked to gaslight me thusly.

That I remained consistently pro-Cole is precisely what made them hate soooo, soooo, sooooooooo hard.

[dual-domination]

I posted 662 times in 2022

97 posts created (15%)

565 posts reblogged (85%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@the-marron

@huntress1013

@jaimebluesq

@zhu-yilong-laying-on-things

@pangzi

I tagged 591 of my posts in 2022

Only 11% of my posts had no tags

#guardian - 78 posts

#dmbj - 71 posts

#zhu yilong - 71 posts

#zhao yunlan - 65 posts

#mdzs - 61 posts

#wu xie - 50 posts

#bai yu - 42 posts

#shen wei - 42 posts

#nie mingjue - 42 posts

#the untamed - 37 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#i just wouldn't take xiexie to the desert island bc if he and zyl are there i'm going to stay alone.... if you know what i mean jksjkskjs

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I am so sorry, but you two made my day. Literally made me giggle like a teenager. Thank you so much. OK, new ask.

Pairing: Lan XiChen x Jiang Wanyin

AU : The frazzled babysitter

You're welcome! It's my pleasure to serve the humor and comedy 😆

So here we go again:

Little menaces

Xichen tried to not give up. Coffee and energetic drinks weren't working anymore. He wondered why his didi and his (twice?) brother-in-law got cute sweet children like a-Yuan and tiny romantic Zizhen, meanwhile he got Jingyi and a-Ling. Just one of them was enough to make him keep the two eyes very open, but the two, together… a true nightmare. A-Ling would fight over his jiujiu's attention - against Jingyi AND against Xichen. And Jingyi would fight back because… well, because he was who he was: the less Lan of all Lans. 

LXC: Sometimes I wonder if there's any chance of Jingyi being actually a Nie changed at birth…

JC: Sometimes I wonder HOW Wei Wuxian managed to raise such a calm son while a-jie's child is… this full-time upset baby Peacock…

JL: A-Ling is not a peacock! 

JC: Your dad is a Peacock, and so are you.

JL: Mean jiujiu!

LXC: Wanyin, making them cry won't help…

JC: Helps me to get my revenge for what they've done to us.

LXC: They're just small babies… we have to love them.

JC: I love my peacock nephew. 

JL: A-Ling is going to tell everything to xiaoshushu!

JC: Just like you, he's not a big thing. 

LJY: Jin Ling is a coward!

JL: And you are what??

LJY: I'm a fucking badass NIE!

Next time they'd have to babysit, Jingyi definitely would stay with Mingjue and a-Yao, even at risk of learning at least five more bad words and cursing to Lan Qiren's horror.

47 notes - Posted August 10, 2022

#4

Now that my husband loves Mo Dao Zu Shi, I can send him stuff I find on Tumblr. So I sent this one for him...

And he sent it back to me and told me he fixed it:

He doesn't want to be a Lan anymore. He wants to be a Nie, have a respectable mustache and qi-deviate like man.

He says: The Mustache is Canon.

93 notes - Posted July 8, 2022

#3

POV: Meng Yao never left Qinghe

Part 1:

* MY, immersed in business papers. *

NMJ: What are you doing?

MY: Long-term investments.

NMJ: For what?

MY: For good reasons.

NMJ: I was not consulted. 

MY: War is your business, investments are mine.

NMJ: Shall I remind you who Qinghe Nie Sect belongs to?

MY and NHS looking at each other from opposite sides of the room.

NHS: Da-ge, shall I remind you who you belong to?

NMJ: I sense a conspiracy here…

( @novas-grimoire I blame that tweet... and my obsession in Nieyao fix-it stuff)

97 notes - Posted July 2, 2022

#2

It's been a while since my hand tremors returned and it's been rare for me to feel like painting - especially since I've lost a lot of motivation since Traditional Art has become underrated in light of digital art.

But then this wonderful Guardian fic by @the-marron left me overly emotional and I can't get out of my head everything I felt while reading.

So, Marron, a quick painting of someone who wished he had the talent to convey your impeccable writing on a canvas, but really just has a lot of feelings.

Fun fact: it's the first time in over twenty years of being part of fandoms that I've tried to paint something for someone else's fic.

You can find this little literary treasure here:

When I walk past the mountain peak, it doesn't speak

(It took a lot of courage to post this 😅)

140 notes - Posted August 31, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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467 notes - Posted June 25, 2022

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[puppy-phum]

I tried to format this with a comma and a capital letter to show where a new line is in these songs/quotes bc tumblr hates formatting!

"Don't you ever, Tame your demons, But always keep them on a leash" - Arsonist's Lullabye, Hozier (maybe vegaspete or beyond evil?)

"And from these rooftops, I'll scream your name, Bravely to the dark" - Tyler Knott Gregson (rooftops always give me patpran vibes but anyone else if good too)

"How much should my longing fall like snow, Before the days of spring return, friend?, Snowflakes fall down, And fall apart little by little, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you" - Spring Day, BTS

Also basically any of Do I Wanna Know by the Arctic Monkeys gives me patpran vibes but idk if this is a basic choice? It could be overused but im not sure but anyway!! "I dreamt about you nearly every night this week, How many secrets can you keep?, 'Cause there's this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow and I play it on repeat, Until I fall asleep, Ever thought of calling when you've had a few? Because I always do, Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new."

Also I'm happy to take literally anything for The Eclipse (I feel like I really dont see many edits of it? But I feel like its difficult to pin down a specific vibe because it was so much grief but it is maybe my favourite right now!) or Between Us/Not Me/Bad Buddy/Vice Versa/Beyond Evil!

hello lizzie ^^ i hope you've been well!

this is for you!

i hope you like what i came up with even when i took some liberties with the prompt. you gave me so many options to choose from, so many good options, but ever since i first got this ask, i was fixated on that hozier line. it just seemed to fit beyond evil so perfectly and i was so excited to make something for that drama bc i never did back when i watched it. thank you so much for it! (and also special love for throwing spring day at me, it made me smile fondly ♥ maybe i'll end up using it when i find something fitting to use it for)

(more blabberings under the cut bc this edit made me think some thoughts!)

first of all, i have to admit that i have almost forgotten everything that happened in beyond evil. it's been over a year since i binged through it and it never stuck with me the same way as, let's say, the devil judge did. but i still found it super interesting and with this prompt, i came to think about the themes in it once more. i came to think about the story, and the world, and the people. most of all, the people.

bc, second of all, i am obsessed with the dynamic of our two main characters. they are like fire and ice, and they struggle to understand each other bc of it. joowon is young, righteous, hopeful, and naive. dongsik is older, has already seen the cruelty of the world, and knows how much it can hurt. but he has not given up, and instead, there is this plan and then –

well. joowon comes and messes it up. kind of. tho he also becomes dongsik's ally, and then comes to see how unfair the world can be, and watching all of this happen hurts dongsik who, until then, has not shied away from sacrifice. he has let the people around him be hurt. he has been selfish in that sense. and then this one person more threatens to tip him over.

so, i had thoughts. and then i somehow tried to put all of them into this edit: the differences between joowon and dongsik, their individual journeys, their joined moments. there's dongsik with his undying fire, the only thing left pushing him through as he loses, and loses, and loses again and again. there's joowon with his one goal: to serve justice. he's willing to try and reach this goal by any means necessary. he almost becomes blind to how impossible reaching it can be.

they both have their demons. dongsik's are vengeful, full of years-old rage. they're simmering somewhere behind his smiles and in his stern eyes and under the tears he so unwillingly sheds. he cannot tame them despite all the time that has passed. he doesn't want to.

and then there's joowon with his newly found demons, the ones that are out of his control, the ones that would like to drive a bullet into his father's chest or smash a golf club into his head. the demons that turn the calm and collected detective han into someone he didn't know he could be. the demons that are born out of his old and new grief.

the caption seemed to put all of this so nicely. it's one of dongsik's lines said to joowon. there's something scary about how far ppl are willing to go out of love and attachment. we're terrifying creatures once someone takes something we care about away from us.

i hope you didn't find my ramblings or the edit itself boring. i personally love the simplicity of it all. i haven't done anything black and white in a long while so this felt refreshing and fun.

thank you once more for your prompt and have a good weekend ♥

[dsumps]

WOW! It has been how long?

For a second there, I thought I left the internet for real. Nah, turns out when the whole world panics about the death of a platform, somehow everyone returns the next week like nothing’s happened. Despite migrating my followed content on my other platforms, I STILL ended up using Twitter the most in viewing online content.How could I stop? Everyone still uses that platform to some degree. Despite this, I did promise that Tumblr would be my new place for posts (clearly followed up on that order :P), and I still haven’t (and won’t) post another thing on that platform for god knows how long.

Sooo, how have I been (if that even matters to you)? 

I’ve been fine, I got through my first year of college at ASU, and overall I’m just been chilling with the inactivity. The most I ever post online is through my personal Instagram, which for obv reasons, I won’t be sharing. Besides that its been scroll, like, next platforn, scroll, like,... the usual.

It’s been sort of nice to be afk from the constant active schedule, especially when there are important things to worry about than being on social media. I honestly don’t know how some of y’all do it better, haha. 

How about the art? Where’s the art?

I really did leave the blog hanging with the doodle sharing. There’s still several pages of sketches there, but I haven’t really drawn in like... a year. Again, college had me on a chokehold, and will again once next semester begins, so I haven’t really done much creatively for awhile. I MIGHT, but I don’t promise. Social media for me, isn’t much of a priority than living for real life, which pretty much defines my reason for inactivity. Not that I don’t care about it, otherwise this account would’ve been deleted long ago.

Any new interests / miscellaneous section?

This is just to update y’all about my current interests and such. Pretty much realized through the past year that I don’t like Pokémon as much as I thought. During Gen 8, I made it an effort to become engulfed into the currents of the games, anime, media, etc... and honestly it was a hassle, and I hated it, especially on Twitter. I pretty much learned that the only thing I actually cared about were the various Pokémon themselves. Especially apparent from my ever-growing collection of plushes that I dedicate to once in a while. It’s a massive money waster, but god do I love it. My recent favorite is the Cult of the Lamb plush I had to order in under a minute before being sold out. That was a fun experience, and I know I’ve sneaked him into several ASU promotional material. Funny I mention that, because I haven’t really played video games either since college. 

If there is ONE thing I do have current interest in, that would be this one small show you may have heard of this show I’m not sure if you know this show so ill show you the show so you know its a little show called Bluey. I’ve been obsessed with this show since the end of my winter break, funny enough initial interest came from watching TikTok's of people (jokingly, I hope) to compete with 6 y/olds for Bluey plushes at Target. I guess i’ve liked too many of these posts for TikTok to start sharing full episodes on my page, and I've never been the same since. I’ve caught up with the series, and I gotta say it’s one of my favorite current pieces of animated media to come out as of late. Without saying too much, this show made me question many aspects of my life several times to where I could say I’ve actually learned how to better myself a bit. It’s crazy to me that a goddamn toddler program from Australia is actively teaching me morals at age 19, but here we are, I guess. 

Will there be Bluey in this blog? maybe, but I plan on posting Bluey related content on another blog @dsumpsbluey For now, my primary blog will share primarily Pokémon, art, and Pokémon art; not that I’m gatekeeping Bluey, but I got something planned for that other blog (plans, I’m totally great with those). Other than that, that’s pretty much it with what’s up with me. Sorry for being inactive for as long as I did, real life just caught up to me that’s all. Hopefully if you’re still reading this, you realize my current position of my blog. Just know that unless specified by me, this blog isn’t dead. Good day, or night, and until the next post.