#need to chew on the idea more

[arcade-confetti]

Talia saying Jason with 24 hours and a survival kit, fresh from the pit, couldn't be tracked by Ra's is interesting

And oopsies I liveblogged all of lost days in the tags of this post

[abd-illustrates]

💜 Doppel & Glass 💜

Finally got round to doodling some of the Heartless crew again - been juggling some very intensive work and life stuff lately so it was therapeutic to get lost for a lil' while drawing this one. (Thanks again to everybody who voted in those polls a bit ago - The results were very interesting so I'm looking forward to drawing more of the most-voted characters sometime soon)

[DO NOT EDIT OR REPOST TO OTHER SITES / ACCOUNTS] ♻️reblogs are lovely tho!♻️

[froggerland]

RARE SOLVING APPEARANCE!!!!!!!

(Based on something i saw on pinterest but i cant find it for the life of me)

[crazymecjc]

once more, with feeling.

(fanart for @kristalliankka’s fantastic fic, an iterative approach! go check out the whole trilogy of works, they’re so incredibly good)

[abnomi]

EVERY REASON (that i can think of) AS TO WHY TURBO/KING CANDY IS NEURODIVERGENT 💥💥

i would like to make a disclaimer first and foremost about the obvious, being that Turbo/King Candy is heavily implied to have narcissistic personality disorder (NPD) and antisocial personality disorder (ASPD). Very often, characters with these disorders are portrayed as villains, and Turbo is no exception to this. There's nothing wrong with antagonistic characters having said disorders, per se, but when the only representation available for people with these conditions are found in characters you're not supposed to root for, it can be really disheartening. i won't be erasing these parts of him because i feel it would be in poor taste to gloss over those core elements of who he is, but plz keep in mind that having any kind of personality disorder doesn't make anyone inherently evil!!!🌞 your ACTIONS make you, not your brain

Also if anyone has any suggestions or other ideas for his neurodiversity, i would love to hear them! please do share!! I LOVE PSYCHOANALYZING CHARACTERS AND HEARING OTHER PEOPLE PSYCHOANALYZE THEM !!!! YAY🎉 if u agree or disagree with any of my points I'd love to discuss them further :-]

without further ado... click read more to find out…😈 be ready for a lot of reaches

💥 ADHD 💥

STIMMING

Turbo's constantly moving around in some way; he's a very expressive character! even as King Candy, he can't seem to conceal his frequent giggling. it's a big habit of his; he seems to do it involuntarily to regulate himself, including when he's nervous or uncomfortable.

he seems to display other repetitive behaviors as well, like doing his iconic thumbs-up pose, sticking out his tongue, or hopping around gleefully. he is but a jovial court jester..

i personally like to think that his phrases, "Turbo-tastic!" and "Have some candy!" are vocal stims of his, although i equally really love the interpretation that these (and the aforementioned stims) are tics :-]

another headcanon; i think it would make a lot of sense for him to have an oral fixation of some sort (ignoring the whole sigmund freud part of the term ermm...); just lots of biting, chewing, needing to have something in his mouth. It would align with the whole idea that he smokes, too

HYPERACTIVITY

we can clearly see throughout the film that Turbo has a lot of energy, made abundantly clear by his mannerisms and general behavior. he's constantly moving, using exaggerated expressions and gestures to communicate + express himself. He's one of the most animated and bouncy characters in the movie, next to Vanellope! it's silly how a character not very grounded in reality is such a threat, but i suppose that's what makes him so threatening in the first place...

another factor in this is how he is very adrenaline-seeking, craving activities that give him a rush (sugar rush...😂😂). more on that in a bit!!

HYPERFIXATION

Turbo's fixation with winning is all-consuming for him; it's an obsession. he doesn't appear to care about much else, if anything besides it. this could be interpreted as a hyperfixation for him (or special interest if ur all about that autism lifestyle), as it overtakes all of his focus and impedes every process of his mind.

it's clear that racing is much more than a passion for him, and while that fact is due to how he was programmed, it's a major character trait of his regardless that could be correlated to neurodivergence.

HYPERFOCUS

There seems to be a big theme of "all or nothing" when it comes to Turbo. he will either be fully dedicated to something or brush it aside without a second thought. it can't be denied that he fully wraps himself up in what he wants, whether it's a conflict he can't let go of or a new pursuit he's hungrily chasing after. 

ultimately, his dedication varies depending on if it is relevant to him and his interests or not, but this aspect of him still shares patterns with neurodivergent thought processes.

INSTANT GRATIFICATION

Seeing as he has a tendency to cheat in his use of code to spawn in whatever his heart desires, it can be assumed that this could do with Turbo wanting instant gratification to fill that bitter, empty void inside of him. while this could simply be brushed aside as greed and his belief that he is obligated to have access to whatever he wants, this trait is consistent with his generally dopamine-seeking behavior and wanting to be instantly rewarded by his actions. His obsession with needing to feel good directly relates to his need for another buzz, constantly after the next rush. (a sugar rush if you will☺☺☺)

ADRENALINE-SEEKING

Closely related to the previous speculation, Turbo always seems to be chasing his next high. he loves the thrill of action and being surrounded by crowds of people below him. it's why his big thing is racing! people cheer him on, he can do whatever he wants, he can go really fast and look cool..

it's possible that a big aspect of why he does this is to distract himself from any kind of pain, because pain = vulnerability. bro does NOT know how to independently cope with his own problems.. HE MAD AS HELLLLL!!! 😂😂

STRUGGLE WITH SELF CARE

(i know this is reaching but bear with me... 🐻) going off of his appearance and tendency to make poor decisions, it can be gathered that this man lacks skill in the self care department. his yellowing teeth and sunken eyes not only serve to complement his design, but also give way to the idea that he neglects himself in favor for whatever weird scheme he's up to.

of course, Turbo does prioritize himself above everyone else, but he doesn't strike me as the type to care much about how others think he smells. him being a bother to anyone isn't a concern of his. he cares about whatever gets him the most praise and attention from as many people as possible, which is winning and racing. Who cares about how clean he is when he's up on a podium holding a shiny, golden trophy, anyway?

It's likely that he had to step his game up when he went under disguise as king candy, which is why he looks well-groomed in comparison to his more corpse-like appearance. Ugly hoe. it can also be assumed that he's had more time to focus on himself because everyone loves him without question... Well, except for Vanellope, but who cares about her, right?

also, i know he makes a condescending comment to Ralph about how bad his breath smells, but it's made abundantly clear that Turbo is a massive hypocrite. his comment doesn't erase the possibility that he has suffered from such "halitosis" as well.

💥 ANXIETY 💥

GENERAL ANXIOUS BEHAVIOR

i know, i know, this could technically be chalked up to be "Turbo is nervously giggling and shit because he's scared of getting caught," but guys. g

even in the flashback scene, we can see how easily stressed he can become in an alarmingly short period of time. he is extremely insecure, therefore i am led to believe he is not only emotionally dysregulated, but also by extension, anxiety ridden.

yes, this is purely speculative, but who's to say that he wasn't like this before? being high-strung and intense are significant facets of his personality consistently portrayed throughout the film. as long as he is getting exactly what he wants, he is happy; the moment he loses even a blip of control, however, he immediately grows extremely tense.

if Turbo wasn't anxious about his disguise as King Candy before, he was anxious about how much attention he was receiving on a given day. if not that, then he'd be anxious over how he presents himself. He hates how he can't control how other people perceive him, which is why he is constantly trying to act like he's better than he is.

its why he justifies his behavior to himself, proudly making others refer to him as the "rightful ruler" of sugar rush and relishing in the attention of his countless underlings. Any secure and stable person would NOT ACT LIKE THIS!!!!😭😭😭

FIGHT OR FLIGHT

As we can see a handful of times on screen, Turbo's instinct to protect himself is very easily activated.

 his fear manifests in anger and aggression. we can see at multiple points how easy it is to upset him or fluster him; his anger is one side of the same coin, the opposite end being his fear and paranoia.

Going off of this point, have you noticed that Turbo is either satisfied or furious without much of an in-between? how the second something isn't under his manipulation, he lashes out and fights back? I'm led to believe that this is how he responds to fear (AAUAAYAUUUUGGHHH 🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡). This guy is so against the idea of being vulnerable, that even when afraid, he will utilize violence to regain his dominance over the situation at hand.

CONTROL + PARANOIA

Turbo's always trying to writhe or fight his way out of uncomfortable situations, unable to exist outside of his comfort zone for seconds at a time.

his defensive, paranoid, and controlling behavior are all reflections of how deeply insecure this man is. He feels such an intense need for everything to go exactly how he expects it to go that the moment he senses any kind of threat, he instantly jumps to defend himself and what he feels that he has "earned," regardless of whether there truly is a threat or not.

this could potentially be a coping mechanism for his anxiety and sense of stability; can't forget to mention how territorial he is!! he jumps to conclusions about what others' intentions are before they even get a chance to reply, as seen with his first encounter with Ralph in the movie. 

the racer is so internally discombobulated that he seeks any sense of stability on his environment, including on those around him. his sense of self is so warped that he copes with constant distraction; being under the spotlight, being actively racing, having to be showered with attention, having others make him feel good because he doesn't know how to do it for himself. he needs to feel like everything is under control, lest everything falls apart.

"...if there's ONE thing I can't abide, it's ANYTHING out of order!"

💥 NPD 💥

INFLATED SENSE OF SELF IMPORTANCE

Turbo's most in-your-face trait above all else. It's made more than crystal clear in every scene he's in that his arrogance is a determining factor in how he interacts with others. This is exactly what drives him to desperately crave admiration, to chase after others he's envious of because he thinks he is obligated to take what they have.

he seems to genuinely think he is entitled to get whatever he wants, just because he is inherently "special" or "better" than everyone else. Why else would he have made himself a king, a step above princess?

EXCESSIVE NEED FOR ADMIRATION

Turbo's self worth is COMPLETELY dependent on the opinions of children and teenagers. I think i don't need to say any more than that, but i will. (Evil).

As cartoonishly massive as his ego is, i think that it's fair to assume that Turbo has a very unstable sense of self, distorting his perception of his own worth down with it. his near-constant flaunting and need to be the best is a dead giveaway to his deeply-ridden self-doubt. The foundation of his stability is built around how "good" he is (at racing and winning), how powerful he is, whether or not he is being prioritized above everyone else, whether or not he is the absolute best, etc. etc.

The racer outright manipulates others to shower him with admiration and undeserved appreciation. He is incapable of forming a true sense of internal value, instead heavily and codependently relying on others to form it for him. if he isn't the best, he may as well just be nothing.

INTENSE JEALOUSY

He reacts so severely to what he perceives as others taking away what is rightfully his that it only goes to solidify my previous points even further. the second someone else is getting more attention than him, Turbo will bend over backwards to rip back the praise he believes he so rightly deserves.

being extremely competitive, he will one-up against anyone he thinks of as a threat, dedicating himself to taking them down to the best of his ability, and making sure they STAY down to top it all off.

INABILITY TO HANDLE CRITICISM

if we really dissect the entire one-off joke with Turbo insisting that his stolen pink castle is actually "salmon," along with all of his other domineering behaviors, we can garner that he is very persistent in how he wants others to view him. i wholeheartedly believe that this would translate into him not only being defensive over his supposed "ownership" of Sugar Rush, but also over himself and his own insecurities.

He needs to feel good about himself or else he will die and quite literally try to kill everyone.

LACK OF EMPATHY

He appears to have a fondness for making jokes in very poor taste. Turbo has a big sense of humor, but it's always at the expense of others. Be it a pun about a "fungeon," or jumping to protect himself with a joke about "hitting a guy with glasses," he has a tendency to take serious situations very lightly. It's not that he's unaware of the weight of it; he simply doesn't take it Seriously.

its admittedly impressive how he was able to feign empathy so well for Ralph; it goes to show how he is very capable of understanding that what he's doing is wrong, but ultimately does nothing to change his behavior because it doesn't impact him personally. 

i would like to honor this part of him, because even in the possible alternate path of a redemption arc, his struggle with empathy can be explored in a variety of interesting ways :-] he can understand complicated emotions and situations on an analytical level, but he doesn't feel for them unless it has to do with him specifically. (this obviously doesn't make him inherently evil, his ACTIONS make him evil)

💥 ASPD 💥

LACK OF REMORSE/GUILT

One of Turbo's core characteristics is just how far he is willing to go for his own self-interest with lack of regard for how it impacts everyone else. he has absolutely no concern for how anyone else feels besides himself, willing to go so far as to attempt to mutilate a 9-year-old to achieve his petty goals.

Turbo is shameless when it comes to how he goes about getting his way. While I'd like to believe he isn't fully incapable of feeling regret, he doesn't showcase feeling it in the movie itself. The most regret he'll feel is when he slips up and exposes himself. anything else is the fault of everyone else; he is untouchable in his eyes.

DECEITFUL TENDENCIES + LYING

Where do i even start with this one.

well, first of all, let's acknowledge the... erm, horse? in the room? 🐎😅(Please someone help me there is a horse in my room help helphel) being that Turbo went under disguise as King Candy for at least a decade. Even before this, there's a good chance that he's already had plenty of experience with lies and manipulation. i'd be willing to bet on this!!

one of his specialties is being proficient in manipulation, be it the code of games or the minds of people. theyre basically the same thing to him, anyway... I'm sure you all know the scene where he uses 16 manipulation tactics against Ralph and wins. this was Obviously not the first time he'd done this.

REPETITION OF HARMFUL BEHAVIORS

Time and time again, Turbo can't seem to help himself when it comes to poor decision-making. he never internalizes that his bad choices aren't JUST bad for others, but also for himself, continuing to escalate further and further into very dangerous behaviors until he literally dies.

Here's a list of bad decisions he has made! (at least, that we know of)

Pinning himself above his peers

Harassment + stalking

Carelessly charging through GCS with his car, endangering countless civilians

Attempting to take over a game that isn't his x2

Vehicular manslaughter

Implied mass murder + attempted murder, attempted mutilation

Mass endangerment

Breaking and entering, theft, usurpation, plagiarism

and more!!!!!!!

AND HE LEARNS FROM ABSOLUTELY NONE OF THIS!!! with some of the items listed here, he's attempted to do multiple times! Absolute buffoon.

RECKLESS DISREGARD FOR SAFETY OF SELF AND OTHERS

Considering how he was willing to charge into a game that wasn't his own with the awareness that it could permanently kill him, going as far as to recklessly crash into another car (albeit it's possible this was unintentional), it's easy to gather that he doesn't seem to consider anyone's safety at all in the spur of the moment.

IMPULSITIVITY

his impulsivity and disregard for safety both go hand-in-hand. When it gets to a certain point, Turbo's emotions will boil over and blow up in a cold rage, thus causing him to spiral and act on impulse, becoming a detrimental force to himself as well as everyone around him.

What's interesting is how much restraint he is capable of; he typically is very strategic in how he orchestrates his plans! but once he reaches his breaking point, he snaps and leaves all of his hard work behind in favor of something that calls for his immediate attention.

💥 ETC. 💥

extra tidbits i didnt have enough energy to fully delve into :-]

BPD

Fear of abandonment

Blurry sense of identity

Feelings of emptiness

Self destructive tendencies

Emotional instability

Explosive anger

ODD (oppositional defiant disorder)

He seems so infatuated with his own autonomy that he gets to the point of being resistant and defiant

Resisting against the rules of the world that he directly caused as a result of his own actions, being that one shouldn't "go Turbo."

Enjoys upsetting/getting a rise out of others. this is more speculative as i am going off of the assumption that he thinks pissing people off is funny, based on his other behavioral patterns. (cruel sense of humor, wanting to feel above others via control & manipulation, enjoyment of inflicting pain onto others)

Forcefully defends himself and refuses any kind of criticism

Lashes out when he feels slighted

Excessive persistence despite all odds, whether it's beneficial to him or not

ok bye!! thank you if you managed to read this far ^^ peace and love take care of yourself! all in all turbo is so neurodivergent ok please Okay <3 get this thing his meds

[emissary-of-stuff]

@destinysbounty

Here's the fic for Mergeswap Kai since my god this man has gripped my brain;

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He wakes up absolutely exhausted, much like he does everyday. A quick glance at the clock reveals that it's 6am. 

Great.

He doesn't know why his body wakes him up so early, but figures it must be a remnant from before. He wonders about that a lot. He doesn't remember what his life used to be, but he knows it wasn't this. He feels no sense of satisfaction for what he does, just a deep-seated weariness in his bones that leaves him exhausted day in and day out. His work, his life, is so boring, so repetitive, that he finds himself daydreaming about what he used to do, who he used to be.

He lies back down, he doesn't want to be up yet. Closing his eyes, he continues his daydreams. His dreams about before are vague, mere concepts and ideas. He must have had parents, but were they alive? Did they love him? He wonders what life was like with them, what they were like. He continues this train of thought, thinking about potential friends and what they may have done.

Distantly, he wonders what time it is.

He opens his eyes and looks at the clock, 6:30. 

Sighing, he figures he should start his day. Pushing himself out of bed, he gets up and begins his daily routine.

The floor of his dorm is cold tile, but it works well as an impromptu workout space. He leans into the proper pose for pushups, beginning his usual set of reps. He didn't always have this routine, but figured he should start, seeing as his body was clearly well defined and toned. Whoever he was before clearly took care of himself, and it would be a shame to let it atrophy due to negligence. Perhaps that line of thinking is a bit vain, but he doesn't care. He likes the adrenaline working out gives him, a feeling of purpose and pride that he desperately craves, that's missing from his actual work. He shakes his head and chastises himself, the work the Administration does is important, they're helping people get back to the proper realm, back home. 

He should care about that, care about it more, like he used to when he first started. 

And yet, he doesn't. 

Not really anyway.

It's difficult to care about bringing strangers home when you can't even remember what home means to you. He has no concept to go off of, no memories to form a solid idea of what ‘home’ could possibly be. All he has now is cold white walls, oppressive lighting, and distant and demeaning coworkers and supervisors. He often wonders what home used to be, what it meant to him.

He hopes it was warm.

Wrapping up his pushups, he pushes himself off the floor, looking closer at his hands. They always sting a bit after his routine and he likes the feeling. Turning them over, he sees callouses line the inner palms of both hands, so unlike the ones gotten from holding a pen or anything from office work. Tiny scars and nicks litter his fingers, as if he was careless holding something sharp. None of this is new information of course, but he finds himself drawn to observing them nonetheless. His body is proof that he had a life outside of the Administration, that he didn't just spawn into existence one day merely to serve them. What kind of person was he like before, to gain marks such as these? Did he build things, his muscles carrying heavy materials while his hands gripped tools and got hurt at times? Or were the marks from clumsiness, an indicator not of his trade but of his own lack of awareness?

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. Another glance at the clock reads 7:04, enough time before his shift, and possibly enough to take a shower and dry off properly if he's quick. Considering the thin layer of sweat from his workout and how hot he runs, he probably should, even if the office AC is cold enough to help.

Making up his mind, he heads towards the bathroom. It's small, and he thinks it would be a worse issue if he had claustrophobia. Thankfully he doesn't, and steps into the even smaller shower. Cold water rains down, and the feeling is absolute bliss. Such a feeling is fleeting to him, only achieved by his daily routine and subsequent shower. The rest of his life is dull and dreary. Wake up, workout, shower if you have time, go to work, eat, sleep. Repeat ad nauseam. It's exhausting and he despises it with every fiber of his being. He feels like he's slowly dying, whatever spark he once had fading into embers as he continues his work as just another cog in the machine. He's probably going to go into work and find his manager left him another pile of paperwork, telling him to 'pick up the slack' and how he should 'apply himself' and "be more of a team player'. It's not his fault his coworkers seem to avoid him, that his temper seems to be getting shorter and shorter due to exhaustion. Maybe if people stopped bothering him and giving him so much work he'd actually be a more pleasant guy to be around. 

But he isn't. 

He's tired, exhausted and just wants out. To leave this building and never look back, to be someone more interesting than who he is now, to be someone who matters.

Even if he did leave, and that's a big 'if', where would he go? He's never been outside, has no clue what Realm he's even in or where to find the nearest city, town, society or whatever. 

He doesn't even know if he has anyone out there waiting for him. 

He hopes he does, yet that hope seems to die a little every day. If someone cared about him, missed him, wouldn't they look for him? 

Are they?

Would he even know if they were?

He hopes he'd recognize them.

A knock on the main door startles him out of his thoughts and longing, snatching him back into his body. The water is freezing, and he scrambles to turn the knob, the feeling of ice cold metal being oddly familiar. He doesn't have time to process that as he scrambles to turn off the water and get out, nearly crashing to the floor. Damn, that bill's gonna come out of his paycheck!

Another series of knocks, louder and harsher, as he hurriedly dries himself off. Shit, his hair won't dry in time, he really should just cut it.

"You're gonna be late!"

"S-sorry! One second."

He struggles to get his uniform on, nearly tripping over his own pants as he gets them on. Tugging on his shirt and jacket, he glances at the mirror and winces. He looks like an absolute mess, hair askew and damp, uniform haphazard. 

Wrenching the door open, he sees his coworker - who he genuinely can't remember the name of right now and is too tired to care and check - look at him in surprise.

"Damn, you look like shit huh?"

He glares at him, but still makes an effort to fix his uniform, albeit a bit angrily.

"Okay, okay, no need to point it out I guess! You and I both know Boss is gonna be mad all day if one of us is late, so I’m just doing us all a favor.”

"...no need to remind me about that either."

"Yeah yeah, anyway your name tag's missing."

Shit!

He darts back inside, glancing around the room for it. There, under his chair where he haphazardly put his jacket the night before. Picking it up, he fixes it to his collar.

His coworker, that jackass, merely laughs.

"Now you're ready! Come on, before we both get reprimanded."

His coworker briskly walks down the halls, and he follows, sighing.

Another day of Agent Smith reporting for duty.

[runintothemaze]

No but Thomas as the Right Arm's spy is so fascinating.

Maybe right after Newt’s attempt, he reaches out to the Right Arm, no planning or premeditation, just "I can't do this anymore" grief and guilt. And he wasn't intending to become a spy at first. He was just going to give them whatever he could and damn the consequences for himself after (a lot like movie canon) but they convince him not to, tell him he could do a lot more for everyone by being the man on the inside, and he's guilty and desperate enough to go for it.

(Maybe they don't realise how young he is. Maybe they hope he's older than he sounds on the radio.)

(Maybe they decide that their first real lead into WCKD is worth pinning so much on a 13-14 year old.)

And now the game is different because Thomas can't get caught. He has to play along because that's the only way he can keep this going. And maybe it helps. Maybe some of that guilt eases a little, knowing he's doing something right (something good). Or maybe not. Because the only way for him to stay on the inside is to work with WCKD. He has to play the loyal Elite and continue the Trials and send more kids into the Mazes because if he resists, he'll be taken off the project and who will give them information then?

And when the Right Arm raids the Mazes and rescues the Gladers, the Icers, once they get the chance to talk to each other and share stories and what bits of memory they've gotten back after Mary Cooper works on them, they get a better idea of what was done and who did it to them. They talk about the Director's "pets" with disdain. They talk about their spy rescuer with admiration.

Imagine the absolute shock when they find out it's the same person. Maybe Thomas finally slips up. Maybe Teresa finally figures him out. Either way, he's out of WCKD for good and in the Right Arm entirely and now he has no idea what to do with himself anymore. He's been lying to everyone he's spoken to for years. He doesn't know how to give a straight answer anymore. He's never been a normal teenager in his life and even now, surrounded by kids his age, being as close to normal as they can be, it's an impossible task. Some (a lot) of them hate him. None of them trust him. He doesn't know how to talk to anyone about...well, anything. He doesn't have hobbies. He doesn't have friends. He's a lab rat.

The distrust doesn't go anywhere for a while, caught in this odd kind of stalemate. Thomas is a ghost in the Right Arm. He does whatever he's asked, puts in effort with everyone else, but he doesn't interact beyond that. He eats by himself and sleeps on his own. Weeks in, someone finally asks Vince or Mary how they reached Thomas in the first place. It's a surprise to be told he reached them, years ago. The next logical question is why. That answer is less clear, it's something Thomas doesn't talk about easy, but apparently something happened to one of the Gladers, bad enough it broke something in him.

The distrust doesn't leave. But it softens. It takes a lot to stand up against WCKD. Especially a kid with no one helping him.

It's Newt and Minho who reach out first. They're the only ones who know how Newt really broke his leg. They're the only ones who recognise the timing. They don't know it for sure. But when they first walk up to Thomas – the Elite, the spy, the traitor, the savior – they're watching him close enough to see how his gaze lingers just a moment longer on Newt, the subtle glance down at his limp, and they know.

Minho throws himself into a chair, casually careless in an art form, subtle like a brick. "So, shank, that crazy guy Jorge says you designed that snare trap for the munitions stash, that true?"

Thomas stares and doesn't answer. Like if he holds still and silent they might not see him.

Sighing, Newt takes a seat a little closer, aware of how Thomas tenses whenever people get too close to him, and skirts the edge of that limit. "What he means to say is, 'Hi, I'm Minho and this is Newt, mind if we sit with you?' but he's got manners worse than Bark. So hey, I'm Newt and this is Minho, mind if we sit with you?"

A small head shake.

"Good that. What's your name?" He already knows. Everyone does.

"Thomas."

"Nice to meet you, Tommy."

[seraphic-sibyl]

There are two wolves within you. One of them just came up with a fanfic you desperately need to see, and the other refuses to write it.

[wildstar25]

While it goes fairly similarly to how it would in game, there's a lot of backstory related nuance that kinda shifts the entire vibe of their reunion... this is fairly long so im putting it under a read more

When the Exarch told Arsay her next destination would have her hopefully meeting with Y'shtola, Arsay was beyond excited. After the twins, Y'shtola was the next person on Arsay's list that she really, really wanted to see. She rode that enthusiasm through the entire trip into the Great Woods. Not even Emet-Selch's pompous attitude and unwanted presence could cut through Arsay's cheer. Which was likely for the best, had she not have her best friend to look forward to she'd likely have wanted to rip the ascians head off rather than entertain conversation with him.

They found themselves surrounded. Arsay's humour was NOT appreciated by Thancred 🙄. Emet made a show about leaving them to their fate. And then she heard it, the voice Arsay had been wanting to hear all day, though called by a name not her own.

It took a moment for Arsay to process it all: The new look, the fact that all these people seemed to be at her command, her intense hostility... Still, it was Y'shtola! Y'shtola through and through! Arsay's heart nearly jumped into her throat once her brain caught up to her other senses.

(I love how from far away the pixels make it look like Arsay had a big open mouth smile. She was so excited to see her friend! Were she not at multiple arrow/magic staff point she'd be running up to give Y'shtola a hug.)

Arsay thought perhaps this was a prank? A little unlike Y'shtola but then again she did have a darker sense of humour. Plus Y'shtola knows Arsay likes a good gag now and again so maybe...? But sadly Y'shtola again seriously insisted they were sin eaters so that couldn't be the case. Arsay was at a lost for words- a rarity for her.

The mere suggestion that Y'shtola could have forgotten Arsay... her heart deflated like a balloon, all the joy it once held rushed out in an instance. Personally I think Urianger was covering his ass here trying to mask his knowledge of the light corruption. Still there was no way he knew just how devastating his words were to Arsay.

No, Urianger couldn't have known that Arsay had spent much of her life believing herself to have been forgotten by her parents as they left her in the south seas for greater adventures. That they wrote her but a single missive, where in which they promised to write more. He couldn't have know how, when no other letter arrived for her, she took it as a sign of being unwanted; not worth keeping their word for. He wouldn't have known much of what Arsay does, she does in hopes to touch the life of another in such a way that they might dare think of her from time to time, even if only in passing. Urianger wouldn't have a single clue how a simple notion spoken in whisper could send Arsay down an immediate spiral.

Arsay stares at Y'shtola, hands held firm in the air, praying for Urianger to be proven wrong.

Once before has Arsay's soul been knocked clean of her body, and had it not been for the absence of said body in her immediate vision she would have sworn it had happened again. She felt numb. Any other word spoken after "The one I know not." was static to her. There was no rational thought happening behind those wide eyes. Not even a slim chance that Arsay could be considering that something was perhaps wrong with her. All she could think about was the immense and sudden heartbreak she was actively experiencing.

Meanwhile, Y'shtola struggled to come to terms with what she was hearing versus what she was seeing. Before her was a figure so immense of light aether, how could Urianger words possibly be true? She knew Arsay's aether. Such brilliance was not something she'd readily forget. In fact, she'd go as far as to say it's image plagued her mind despite her best wishes along with equally inconvenient and unsavoury thoughts. Y'shtola had been awaiting the day Arsay's aether came into view once more for gods know how long. Yet he insists that this unknown figure before her is that very same person; that this was her Warrior of Light. As much as she did not want to accept it what other rational explanation could there even be?

Y'shtola stood aback, her harsh tone wavered as she stammered in disbelief. Again she scrutinized the strange light infused aether. Though she could discern that it vaguely held the form of a person any potential detail was obscured by an intense glow that radiated from it's core. She supposed perhaps she could picture her memory of Arsay slotting into the blurry silhouette... oh by the twelve. A chill runs down her spine. Y'shtola has never been one to panic, yet if this is truly Arsay before her then that can only mean terrible, terrible things.

With the initial shock worn off things begun to come back into focus for Arsay including Y'shtola who's gaze was fixated on her, clamouring for answers. As if on cue her voice returned to her. Despite this not being the reunion Arsay had imagined, out came the words she would have said regardless.

Not a hint of resentment carried through her tone. If anything, she sounded as if she was amused by the situation. As much as it hurt to think that the person Arsay considered to be her best friend had forgotten the appearance of her aether (something she understood as being unique to her); Arsay couldn't help but feel like she should have anticipated it. Sure, it had only been a month for Arsay, but it was three years for Y'shtola. That's quite some time to be apart. More than enough for Arsay to no longer be relevant enough to be recalled from time to time in Y'shtola's daily life. The irony of it stung. Arsay had only just begun to believe she wasn't as forgettable, as insignificant, to others as she feared... Funny how things turn out. She felt foolish to have overestimated the depth of their friendship. Guilty too for burdening someone she cared for with her own lofty expectations. Arsay only had herself to blame for this outcome. One would think she'd learn her lesson by now. What a laugh. Compelled by this joke only she was privy to, a short chuckle escaped from her lonesome smile.

The familiar voice rang through her ears and stirred her heart. There was no denying it. Her friend was finally here ...And Y'shtola welcomed her with an ambush. Delightful. She breathed out a heavy sigh. This was not at all how Y'shtola had wanted their meeting to go but she'd not let herself be vexed by such things. She pushed the tinge of dissatisfaction to the back of her mind. Arsay of all people would understand the things one must do to protect others. This greeting would be water under the bridge to her in but a tic. What mattered most is that the Night's Blessed were no longer under any (immediate) perceived threat. Her dear friend's aether on the other hand... Her head began to swirl with questions. Questions surely the Warrior of Darkness could soon help her attain the answers for. The thought alone brought it's own sense of relief. A smile tugged at the corners of Y'shtola's lips. There was no denying how happy it made her knowing her wait was over.

The tension in the air settled along the fur on Arsay's tail. She gave Y'shtola nod of acceptance, mindlessly forgiving her when in truth the apology felt hollow to Arsay. It wasn't at all what she wanted to hear but it wasn't as if hearing anything else from Y'shtola would help ease her nerves. It is what it is. At the very least, she was happy that Y'shtola looked to be in good health. Best focus on that for now.

--

Arsay and the rest followed Y'shtola from a distance quietly through the woods. Even through the canopy strong light polluted the forest floor. It gave Arsay a headache, much like everywhere else she had been to on the First. She often relied on her headband to block out the worst of the sun's rays back home but it did nothing to defend her light soaking eyes from the ambient brightness. She had been getting used to it but for some completely and totally unknown reason it began to feel worse.

Now and again Arsay would spot Y'shtola looking back over her shoulder towards her. Each glance had Arsay suddenly anticipating, hoping, that Y'shtola was about to call her over, and when that did not happen it made Arsay like a fool all over again. Foolish, and then frustrated. A degree of frustration that could be easily alleviated were she allowed to wander off and drive her knives into whatever foul beast first crossed her path. Alas, Arsay had to stay with the pack and sit with her growing bad mood she was not supposed to have. Her cheeks began to feel weary from the smile she kept plastered on her face.

~

Y'shtola guided the scions along the path to Slitherbough at a steady pace. Though she maintained a lead on them by no means was she walking fast enough that Arsay couldn't catch up should she want to do so. That's what Y'shtola had come to expect from Arsay; if the opportunity presented itself, Arsay would not hesitate to encroach on Y'shtola's personal space. It was a habit Y'shtola was not all that fond of initially- it was overwhelming for someone who more often kept to herself- but in due time Y'shtola found herself yearning for Arsay's touch. A terrible yearning which only grew stronger in its absence. Though she tried with all her might not to, Y'shtola would quickly glance back at the group only to be disappointed that the insufferably bright glow of aether was just as far from her as it way before. For Arsay to be so unlike herself... perhaps it was not only her aether which has been afflicted. The thought gave Y'shtola pause, the roots of worry began to sprout within her.

She also had to admit there was the slim chance that being held at weapon point and accused of being a sin eater had upset Arsay. But, It could have been worse. At least Y'shtola didn't frame her for regicide. Y'shtola's brow furrowed. There was no way Arsay could actually be mad at her. Y'shtola has given her colder shoulders than that in the past and Arsay had brushed it off without issue. It had to be something else.

--

Be it her worry for Arsay or due to her general dismay of the earlier happenings that she could not seem to shake, Y'shtola was no longer in the mood to let sleeping dogs lie and Thancred had made the unfortunate decision of opening his mouth. She'd not been a fan of how he had been conducting himself to say the least. Nor was she willing to let his inability to move on rob a young girl of her autonomy. Tongue as sharp as ever, Y'shtola made her opinion clear and sent the man running with his tail between his legs. Minfillia too sulked out not long after.

~

Arsay, bearing witness to this, felt just awful for Minifilla (as she called her). The smile she had held onto dropped the instant she heard the cave doors close. While Arsay is usually in favour of Y'shtola's tenancy to speak her mind so openly, all the aggravation that had been stewing inside her had now suddenly come to a boil. She had to lash out. She wanted to be mad at Y'shtola, for anything, because Arsay still felt deep down like it wasn't right to hold her responsible for the thing she was actually upset about.

"Really, Y'shtola? You had to bring that up just now?" Arsay crossed her arms, unimpressed. "You're the last I'd consider to come to Thancred's defence." Y'shtola's eyes narrowed, "I am not indifferent to Thancred's troubles. Nevertheless, I will not apologize for holding him to a higher standard after all these years. He has ever been a man of considerable resolve, and that is what I will continue to expect." "Then I best warn you: expectations only lead to future disappointment." The accusatory tone in Arsay's voice made Y'shtola tail twitch. "Excuse me? Arsay, what has come over you? You've not at all been yourself. Pray tell, have you felt any considerable changes since defeating the light-" "Perhaps, Y'shtola, you should be more concerned with how you have changed." Arsay cuts her off with a hiss.

Silence. You could the tension in the air with a knife. Arsay turns on her heels, "I-." she stops herself when she heard the crack in her voice. With a click of her tongue she flees out through the cave doors as fast as she could.

Urianger, who had been a fly on the wall for their heated back and forth, clears his throat. "Should thine wish be to give chase, thou can entrust in me the beginning duty of reviewing the tablet." Y'shtola let out a sigh. "I realize I am not as I was on the Source, but I cannot say I regret the decisions that allowed me to come this far." She proclaims largely for her own sake before turning to Urianger. "Allow me a moment to settle this. I shall return shortly."

--

All of that finally leads into this scene which actually the first time I ever tried to pose and write a story type scene. So excuse the slight jank of it (and the fact that Arsay's character voice has absolutely shifted some since then. Also ignore the fact that Arsay is wearing the darklight bracers in that old pose. It was taken at a point before I was using mods and I was still figuring out Arsay's shadowbringer glam- they were a hold over from previous expansion's glams)

the director commentary for their make up is Y'shtola finally accepts that Arsay is mad at her but is still defending her actions because it was the right call at the time. Again she tries to explain that Arsay's aether is fucked up in a way only to be cut off by Arsay airing out one of her deepest insecurities- her begging for validation. It's only then that Y'shtola realizes what exactly Arsay is upset over- and that her friend had absolutely 0 clue as to the light corrupting her aether. In a moment of absolute kindness from Y'shtola: instead of explaining then and there of Arsay's suspected light poisoning, she tells Arsay exactly what she wants and needs to hear. (And its this act of kindness that later becomes the catalys for Arsay realizing how much she loves Y'shtola upon learning about the light corruption and putting two and two together that Y'shtola was way nicer to her then she could have been in that moment.)

This is like maybe the 1st time Arsay has a public-ish breakdown and it really is "out of character" for her. But I cannot stress enough how much this shit triggered her and how bad she is at handling negative emotions. Like she really has a problem of not letting herself feel bad about anything and all that pent up stress gets funnelled directly into fighting. Its super cool and normal if you think about it and totally healthy if you ask her. When she cant channel that rage through her knives it escapes other, less productive ways. She did immediately felt awful about snapping at Y'shtola. Even if she wanted to be mad at her it wasn't right and Arsay knew this. Literally hearing that Y'shtola cared about her and thought of her was all she needed to put herself back into order. Y'shtola, still worried about Arsay's aether, was more than willing to move past this awful reunion of theirs and continue on just as they had been back before she was sent to the first.

And from there everything is pretty much normal! They made up, Arsay caught up to Minifillia and Runar, Y'shtola went to work on the tablet, story stuff happens, Arsay has her oh moment, they get together and so on.

Thank you so much @darkmadorz for giving me the excuse to write about this!

[many-gay-magpies]

I just finished watching The Old Guard (banger movie by the way, absolutely recommend if anyone’s been debating it), so naturally my brain went the route of Old Guard DBDA au. I don’t know any details; all I can think of so far is that Charles and Edwin are a pair of immortals that have been at it for a while together, and the timeline of the story starts with the appearance of a new immortal: Crystal. As for what’s beyond that, idk—are there other people on Charles’s and Edwin’s immortal team? Or are they just a duo? Idk if the immortality loss thing happens to either of them, I’m leaning towards no if it’s just the two of them… but like. It would fit SO well.

I’m already kind of envisioning that it’s just been Edwin and Charles, doing good and helping people from the shadows for decades (or maybe even centuries if we stretch out the timeline a bit); not a direct role-for-role cast replacement of the Old Guard, but more of an insertion into the story structure/world. Like, Edwin as the older of the two, having become immortal a while before Charles and almost immediately getting trapped and spending a canon-adjacent length of time being tortured for his abilities—then escaping a short while before Charles appears and he starts having dreams about him. Their deaths could even be similar to canon: Edwin gets sacrificed (literal sacrifice rather than a prank this time) or maybe even put to death for suspected homosexuality and comes back; Charles dies of hypothermia and internal bleeding after his “friends” turn on him, but he doesn’t STAY dead. Edwin has dreams of cold, and pain—utter impenetrable cold—and of an attic, and a lake, and he sees Charles’s face—he decides he has to find him.

Then Crystal comes around, and maybe she has a similar background to canon—maybe even with the memory loss? Like, her toxic ex-boyfriend kills her and she comes back without a bunch of her memories—some kind of complication with the process—and she gets them back gradually over the course of the story (probably as multiple deaths clear things up/shift things back to normal). When Charles and Edwin find her, there’s a lot of complicated emotions, stemming from—well, both of them wondering why NOW, why another one after probable centuries of it just being them, but where Edwin is resistant and standoffish (he doesnt trust new people this close, why did it have to change, their life was FINE as it was), Charles is excited to have a new person around!! Someone they won’t lose!! Someone like them!! And meanwhile Crystal is just,, fucking REELING from this and also maybe being stalked by her crazy power-hungry toxic ex-boyfriend who was maaaaybe in the government the whole time and dating her because her parents had whopping political status. It’s a lot.

Shit, maybe Esther could even be another immortal—one Edwin and Charles don’t know about; one that’s removed from the dream-connection somehow, or one that they haven’t been able to pin down/get clear enough memories from to realize it’s a whole other person and not just, like, them having weird dreams and shit. And maybe Esther LOSING her immortality correlates with Crystal gaining hers, and Esther tries to figure out a way to steal the boys’ immortality somehow to get hers back… or maybe she’s NOT an immortal, but more of a Merrick-type character that finds out about the immortals and wants to take their power for herself? Idk.

Last thing I’ve been thinking about is, I want Niko to be an immortal too… but is she an immortal from the start? Probably not. Maybe she’s a normal mortal girl they meet while dealing with Esther and all get really attached to, who then breaks everyone’s hearts by dying when she tries to help Crystal get the boys back from Esther, providing Crystal’s first big lesson about the futility of relationships with normal human beings (while still being worth the pain for the value of the love while its there)… UNTIL she comes to in her grave in Japan weeks or months later, and the inside of a coffin shows up in all of their dreams. Or something.

I am hereby inviting anyone who wishes to participate in this idea with me to do so, in any way you please

[queenofsodor]

DOAheads will be combing through multiple comic archives in order to build a cohesive reading of Walky or Danny as trans girls which to be clear i also do because i can see the former and am a ride-or-die supporter of the latter

is anybody brave enough to go up to bat for reading Faz and Mike as repressed trans girls

[oddly-casual]

Puzzlematsu Another One Overanalysis (Pt.2)

Im back with the rest of the brothers! If you want the breakdown of the three eldest you can read that here.

ESP Kitty is always with Ichimatsu and I love him for that. I also love how ESP Kitty just hangs there like a sock full of peanut butter, look at him.

As for the location, I’m not sure why Ichimatsu is on the balcony. I can’t think of any distinct call backs that have Ichimatsu on the balcony- except maybe Campaign, but Ichimatsu slept on the roof, not the balcony.

My educated guess is that Ichimatsu can people watch and be invested in other people while comfortably staying in his home.

We see Ichimatsu watch people from afar and wait around like he’s waiting to be invited, but will jump away like an alley cat the minute they get close to him

We also see this in the Angel & Devil set, where Ichimatsu watches from a distance while other people have fun. So it makes sense that a time of self reflection would pop up when he’s just people watching.

Off rip, I love how the cracks in the shadow’s mask look like cat whiskers. They stay giving Ichimatsu every cat theme ever and I think its adorable. Everything in this final image is cat related and it just proves that Ichimatsu really is just a simple creature.

On a real, I love how ESP Kitty was ready to throw hands with the shadow self until he realized they were cool. The inner self is actively happier and has the most in tact mask.

I think his inner self is someone Ichimatsu is aware of and has accepted, but often refuses to show. Ichimatsu has admitted before that he wants a ton of friends, and to lie about doing fun and adventurous stuff for the attention- and he didn't sound so ashamed of it from season 2 onwards.

I like how the background is split in terms of color. The Inner self has more warm tones and an open field, where as the Ichimatsu we know has cooler tones with the background bending around him like its trying to protect him- which is very Ichimatsu.

(and maybe I’m rustling my straight jacket with this one, but the upper right corner suspiciously looks like Karamatsu’s shattered glasses. Which could mean any number of things, but I think it’s just suspiciously shaped crystal breaks-What would I know)

They keep referencing Homra but they wont give her back to us.

Jyushimatsu being by the same beach he met Homura in would be prime for some self reflection. It also hints that he thinks about her more often than not. So she was definitely more than just another person to him. Not much I can say about the first two panels.

It’s pretty self explanatory, and I think Jyushimatsu’s inner self just walking next to him is such a Jyushimatsu thing to do.

This final image is full of so much playful and weird imagery and it is so very in character. Its basically a collage of references, so speed round!

It has his favorite sport, baseball. Which of course his inner self would like.

Jyushimatsu’s is also the only set that has his ego inside of it. The bubble he sits in that is so far away from earth- which is also why I think the earth is in there at all. It’s related to his weirdness and his out of this world energy, which I feel is an important part of his character.

As for why Saturn is also there, Saturn as a planet represents responsibility, structure, the passage of time, limitations, etc. So the reason as to why its the only broken planet by something Jyushimatsu loves, is probably because he wants to destroy those expectations.

There is also the daisies. Representing innocence, freedom, youth, cheerfulness, and happiness. All of which feel like they would belong to someone like Jyushimatsu.

The crescent moon to me just feels like a nice aesthetic choice, a nod to the sleeping moon in children’s books. While crescent moons are representative of new beginnings and change, there’s nothing else inside the image that I feel would really tie into that meaning.

His background is also the most warped one. While it still has the rough edges, its smooth and wavy on its sides. Which remind me a lot of Jyushimatsu’s tentacle arms.

Jyushimatsu and his inner self sitting back to back feels like a vocaloid cover, but I feel it also shows that they do live in co existence. Jyshimatsu doesn’t fully understand his inner self judging by the expression on his face- but he lives with it. Probably even indulges in it the most.

Todomatsu is very about the times…kind of. I feel like a lot of Todomatsu’s wants come in the form of what will elevate him in social standing. It affects a lot of aspects of his character. Him getting a part time job was to be close to women and posting on social media to gain attention, are a few examples- but the biggest one comes in the form of how he dresses.

I bet your ass he’s never even been to New York, he just struts the tote around because its trendy. He drinks a white girl Starbucks, and shops at the most trendy stores.

Much like Karamatsu, Todomatsu’s shadow comes at a time of literal reflection. The shadow self reaches through the glass like a horror movie. One that reached directly for Todomatsu, instead of offering a hand or even just not touching him at all.

All the inner selves have some sort of contact, but Todomatsu’s just looks like pure curiosity. The kind you see in paintings when two other worldly concepts come together to understand one another. Todomatsu actively listens to his inner self, and doesn’t try doesn’t try to force it away.

There’s not a lot I can pick apart from the mask, just that it could be the way his inner self is. Happy despite all the social pressure he puts on himself.

The background is interesting to me, mostly because I cant really figure out what it means or what it’s referring to.

I think the phone being shattered definitely means something. It is most likely where Todomatsu gets most of his attention and validation from, as well as how he connects with most people. It being shattered means he only has himself to look to, and look for that validation.

Everything else? It feels like an inner fun land. Like a party or a street parade. It could be a celebration of the self, or the want to have fun in a more innocent time. There is also a lot of pink and more of a feminine lean with the pink bows, but that’s more standard with Todomatsu since he is the Matsu most featured in a feminine lens.

This has been super fun for me, and maybe if I missed something or someone has a different interpretation of the set I’d love to hear it.

[reksink]

How Art Thou Fallen, Child of Endless Starlight

Another Comm From Other Realms 💚 (Click for better quailty)

[necrotic-nephilim]

you said to send songs that remind you of ships so. hotel california is the most everyone/bruce song to me EVER whether it’s platonic or romantic i feel like it perfectly encapsulates how many of them feel about him.

especially with what i understand of the way jason’s currently being written, with him coming back to bruce no matter how badly he hurts him.

some of the Most bat lines to me are

this song has been Haunting me. they are all willingly trapped with each other forever no matter what. even when bruce was presumed DEAD their lives STILL orbited around his.

i want to live in your brain so badly. you get it. you REALLY get it oh my god. Bruce is the addiction that none of the Batfam can seem to let go of. all of them *could* leave, especially as they've gotten older. but i've thought a lot about how Jason forgives Bruce again and again in the current run. because it does sort of feel in character for the character Jason is in Rebirth, constantly compromising his morals to work with Bruce or the other Batfam. he will discard everything he is to try to get back in with the family and try to change, always failing inevitably but trying again anyway.

the song is so good at just. describing how it's a toxic and unhealthy, bordering on abusive relationship and yet one they're choosing to be in. i especially like the line "we are programmed to receive, you can check out any time you like, but you can never leave" because it REALLY gets it. Bruce made them this well. he designed every Robin to be dependent on him for their identity and guidance through the world and it led each of them to hate him. yet they won't leave and it's by their own choice, to some degree. all for different reasons, but all attached to Bruce. i really like it as a BruJay song, but i think it also works so well for BruDick or BruTim. Dick, who can't seem to keep crawling back to Bruce and said he would die for Bruce even when they were at their worst. and Tim who has just *always* orbited Batman in some way and can't seem to find an identity outside to orbiting Batman, hence not being able to move on from Robin. it's why so many recent Detective Comics arc have had Tim as the dutiful soldier, finding Bruce during Failsafe, loyal to trying to save Bruce form himself during Gotham War, telling Bruce not to take him to a hospital when he was shot in the neck because he'd rather die than compromise Bruce's mission. and that's his *choice*, he let himself get this tangled with Bruce, knowing what it would become.

all of them hate Bruce in some way and don't want to become him but also can't seem to stop getting pulled in. always craving something they don't have with Bruce anymore, too. they all want to relive those Glory Days. i think that reflects well in the song lyric about wanting a wine that hasn't been around since 1969, craving something that's been gone for years yet they can't stop reaching out for that perfect relationship they all once had with Bruce. because at some point all of them had *all* of Bruce's attention, his love and approval. and then it somehow got ripped away. for Dick, for Jason, for Steph, for Cass, for Tim, it comes for them all eventually. he will never be satisfied and will move on. and they know that but they still choose to stay for the glimpse of heaven.

i like the line of killing the beast too, bc i see it both as wanting to kill the want inside of them for Bruce, and just wanting to kill Bruce in general. (for Jason and/or Steph specifically) how do they kill these feelings they keep coming back to. you've given me endless brainrot i'm never going to forget about. i'm unwell.

[benevolenterrancy]

Do any NieYao (or general 3zun) shippers follow me? I've been tossing around the idea of a nieyao fic but I'm getting tripped up by timeline shit because good lord JGY's life is a nightmare... is there anyone who wouldn't mind either:

a) chatting with me about timeline/canon stuff to help me get sorted

b) sending me recs of their favourite nieyao fics 👀 for, uh, strictly research related purposes for sure for sure

[loveshackz]

tidbit from the stan twins reunion fic im working on: