#no one introduces themselves as

[startanewdream]

Do you think that Percy Weasley should've been in Slytherin? I mean, his entire character revolves around ambition and he's literally the only Weasley that doesn't give me Gryffindor's "reckless bravery" vibes. It would've been interesting if he had been the only Slytherin in family full of Gryffindor which would've secretly made him feel different and excluded. It could've also been a great foreshadowing and build up to him leaving his family in later books.

I'm sure there are better meta about Percy out there (and I'd love to read them if anyone has any rec!), but I think, at the end, Percy was the bravest Weasley because it takes courage, a lot so, to admit he was wrong and go back to his family. He could have stayed away (the easiest, most coward way) but instead he went on and faced all his failures.

As for ambition, I think all Weasley kids share this trait, and it's related to their family—the Weasleys were poor, and in a way each one went for a job that would give them some sense of financial security.

I don't know if it would add to Percy's journey being a Slytherin, especially because I like the idea of Gryffindors being wrong (such as Seamus not believing about Voldemort's return either). There is an underline idea in the books that dividing people by house is not accurate and I think Percy is just another example of it. I like more the idea of Next Gen kids being in different houses and exploring how, at the end, this makes no difference.

[mothmanavenue]

can i confess something else that will absolutely get me stoned in the town square since im dropping my unpopular opinions. I don’t like altean broadsword Lance. i already disliked red paladin Lance. the broadsword was like rubbing salt in the wound. why couldn’t he have his own niche. why was his character development just making him keith. i understand that it was like “he accepts that he doesn’t have to be a leader and excels as a co-leader and you can find happiness that way yada yada yada”. but you could’ve done that without making him keith. also now give him something unique, cool, that falls in line with his sniper bit. i’m not saying just give him another gun, im saying give him something quiet and lethal. like a garotte. yeah i want garotte lance.

i yap a lot more in my notes by the way if you were interested in other unpopular opinions. don’t send me hate messages or comments i won’t read it and will block viciously i also will not be debating this this is my hill to die on <3

[blaithnne]

This little pumpkin has been floating around my blog for a while, but she’s never had a formal introduction. So, meet Gail VanderQuack! Despite her Granny’s ruthless training, she’s a firm pacifist who refuses to fight, believing that all problems can be solved with words! She’s a sweetheart, deeply empathetic and good at making connections with others, but also a bit of a scaredy cat, and not cut out for the hardcore adventuring the rest of her family excel at.

Beakley’s always said the two girls were twin sisters, and they’ve never had any reason to beleive otherwise. But as they uncover more of FOWL’s secrets, they catch wind of a decade old secret that’s been kept from them — one of them is Beakley’s biological granddaughter, and the other is a super soldier created by FOWL. The only question remaining, is which one is which?

[enbeemagical]

Some added clarification:

Out = irl status. If that's different with different people, then it's if you're willing to identify as your actual gender (regardless of how you present) with a group of new people who are trans-positive

Comfort levels ≠ whether you share your actual pronouns. You can share the wrong pronouns but be comfortable with the fact of sharing pronouns, or awkward about sharing your correct pronouns. You can appreciate being asked but still feel uncomfortable with the pressure to share. This question is just about how you feel about the idea of yourself sharing that information

unfortunately there are only 12 poll options

[mistermistyyy]

It's always weird to me seeing how people write Sonic 90% of the time. No disrespect to anybody, write however you like, it's just so jarring how different Sonic is viewed compared to how he used to be.

Like, you ever see a fan animation or a comic where Sonic has a house? Initial Sonic (what I'll call the general idea of Sonic in Sonic Team from 1991-2009), would literally never own a house, he was basically a nomad, just sleeping on beaches or napping in his plane.

Or like fanart where Sonic's married? When Initial Sonic was always described as being uninterested in romance (aro king). Or Sonic using a phone or whatever when he was never shown to be interested in technology? It's just weird to me seeing how the idea of Sonic is completely different from what he was supposed to be.

[malk1ns]

1st sentence ask - "It's gameday so you better not knot me"

Zhenya blushes when he says it, but with the way Sid's been following him around all morning, from the weights room to video review and even into the trainer's despite Zhenya's protests, he thinks it needs to be said.

The team is already on tenterhooks, watching them like hawks—with Zhenya's heat approaching like a freight train and the way Sid's been haunting his footsteps, they're ready to pull the plug on the whole experiment if it looks like it's going to negatively impact the on-ice product, and Zhenya thinks both of them missing a game because Sid pinned him down and tied them together would definitely qualify.

"Hmm," Sid says, crowding into Zhenya's space; he's shorter, but the width of his body makes Zhenya feel small, even younger than he is, like he wants to curl up in the protective crush of Sid's arms and let Sid do whatever he wants.

Omega instincts are a real bitch, but Zhenya's made it to the NHL on nothing more than will and grit, and he's determined that he won't be.

Sid's voice is hypnotic when he puts his lips to Zhenya's year and murmurs, "I think you don't mean a word of that," and Zhenya shivers, because it's true.

first line ask game!

[txfeline720]

Okay, I have an idea for introducing Astrotrain in Earthspark.

The kids are minding their own business when suddenly, one of them notices a brief tremble in the ground. Then another. And another.

Bonus points if there's a glass of water with ripples in it.

They're puzzled and confused.

What is that? What's causing it?

Hashtag, with her knowledge of all things's media, knows right then and there that it can only mean one thing.

Something very big was coming their way.

This gets all of them very quiet. Who or what is big enough to make the ground shake?

The tremors get bigger and louder. Robbie and Mo find themselves having to hold onto anything to keep their balance and not fall over.

They all stand in tense silence, weapons drawn, and form a circle around their human siblings in a protective stance.

They wait. The steps get even louder and louder and closer and closer, when suddenly...

It stops.

The children stare in confusion. What happened?

Then they hear a scream.

The Terrans look down to see Mo clinging to Robbie and looking upwards with terror in her wide eyes.

They slowly turn their heads up and freeze.

Towering over the children, standing so high that autobots and decepticons were mere action figures in comparison, was a giant mech.

Though said mech was bested by Megatron once in battle and said deed can be done again with ease on the latter's part, the metal titan was still a force that very few beings would dare reckon with.

Blazing red optics gazed down at the trembling group, and they knew right then and there who the mysterious earth shaker was.

Astrotrain.

[blueskittlesart]

how long after they find those submarine guys do we have to wait before we can start making movies about it because i sincerely think that with the right director this could be one of the best psych horror films of all time. the bottle episode to end all bottle episodes with a perfectly selected cast of the five absolute worst people in the world

[spotaus]

Late Night quick thing (New Age Sillies)

Bad news: That joke post about including Reset + Orchid is definitely not canon. (I legit got sad thinking about Reset being in a universe where Orchid isn't- because their stories are so so intertwined- but Nightmare 100% would NOT risk the whole twins exploding Error's soul thing.)

Good news: This means I COULD include Kane (Reset's older brother who usually dies in timelines where Reset is born) and use it to develope his character a bit more! Also! Perhaps a Blue × Dream kiddo is finally in the stars for me to design?

[itstimeforstarwars]

Someone got mad at me for putting politics in star wars and. Hahahahahahahhahahahhaaaa.

Yes sir. I'm so sorry about ruining the famously apolitical prequel trilogy for you. Terribly distraught that you can't enjoy a fix it au of the part of jangos backstory where a terrorist organization uses the legitimate government to send a police force to murder a political faction twice in the span of 32 pages.

[the-voice-of-night-vale]

now im not saying anything about whether or not you ~should~ vote for the immigrant-hating palestinian-killer who happens to be a "democrat" but i swear if i see one more post about how "if everyone had just voted! trump never would have gotten in office and we don't want that to happen again!!" i'm gonna go chimp mode

trump didn't even win the popular vote, you idiots. am i the only one who remembers the weeks of protests because of it?

[mikazukinika]

if kaveh's gonna complain about having to clean up around alhaitham's house then he should put that big brain of his to use and invent a vacuum cleaner. then patent it and sell the production rights to dori so he can pay off his debt once it explodes in popularity with teyvat's moms and dads

at first kaveh would be doing this to make alhaitham lose his edge over him but by the end of the journey kaveh realizes alhaitham wanted his financial freedom just as much as he did and their home would not be their home without both of them in it

[edwardwonghaupepelutivrusky4th]

wah i looove their designs and animation...

[feroluce]

When Al Haitham dreams, it's in shades of sandy blonde and red, metallic gold and feather-blue. His nightmares are colored much the same.

Kaveh leisurely strolls ahead of him, shoes leaving deep treads in the soft desert sand. He keeps a careful distance, arms length, and in return Al Haitham keeps an eye on him, the other man's back dead center in his sights.

He curses the sand in his boots and the long line of footprints he steps into, already the exact shape of the soles of his shoes.

They aren't lost. Al Haitham knows where they are. They've been here before. They are still here.

Kaveh doesn't watch their feet. His head is constantly tipped back with his eyes on the stars and their constellations (of which Al Haitham only knows two, Vultur Volans and Paradisaea). He'll walk right into a cactus like that. Al Haitham yells ahead for him to watch where he's going.

Kaveh reaches up to touch the side of his head in a strange motion, but otherwise there's no acknowledgement. They press on into the dark of night.

Something squelches beneath Al Haitham's boot.

It stops him short, pulls his attention like a magnet and as much as he wants to, he can't ignore it. He doesn't want to lose any more ground. But something won't let him move on. Al Haitham watches as red seeps into the golden sand, spills beyond the border of his bootprint until he slides his foot aside.

It's an ear.

It's a human ear, and there's a heavy earring attached, metallic gold, gems red and green, a familiar shape, a familiar shade-

Al Haitham opens his mouth to yell. Chokes. Swallows the lump in his throat as he quickly restarts his pace. Tries again.

"Hey!"

Another squelch under a hurried footstep. He doesn't stop to look. Al Haitham is pretty sure he knows what it is.

"Kaveh, hey!"

The path becomes littered, little slices and small pieces, fingertips and knuckles, Kaveh's arms once held casually behind his back now strewn along the sands. Every time Al Haitham extends his hand to him, reality warps and bends like the twisted image in a broken mirror, lines mismatched and edges jagged. Kaveh flits just beyond his grasp, fleeting fae, no longer able to hear him or to reach out to him. Al Haitham can only grit his teeth and follow.

His right foot marches forward. His left follows. His right again. His left suddenly doesn't follow, and Al Haitham is thrown off balance and pitches forward, swinging his arms outward to land on his palms and keep his face off the ground, because he's been in the desert enough times to know what a foot suddenly being stuck can mean.

Quicksand.

Al Haitham curses and swears in just about every language he knows as he tries to spread his weight as evenly as possible, stay afloat at the top of it because if he sinks, he knows he'll be done for, and shit, Kaveh.

His neck cranes uncomfortably in his search, Kaveh had only been a few feet in front of him, he can't be sunk much further, and he's in the desert much more often than Al Haitham anyway, he'll be familiar with what to do-

Kaveh stands in front of him, empty sleeves fluttering loose. Still just out of his grasp, still watching the stars. The quicksand is already up to his calves.

"Say, Al Haitham..." It's the first he's spoken this whole time. His voice resonates somewhere deeply nostalgic in Al Haitham's chest, produces a ripple that momentarily stuns his heart.

Kaveh is sinking.

Al Haitham stretches out on his belly as far as he's able, it's quickly up to his knees, Kaveh isn't even trying to redistribute his weight or pull himself out, it's at his thighs, Al Haitham sucks in a breath and yells for him, his hips, yells louder, his waist, Al Haitham's trembling fingertips can almost reach, his chest, Kaveh drops level with him, quicksand about his neck like a noose.

Kaveh's head tips back, back, impossibly far back, until it hangs, angle awkward, and he's looking right past Al Haitham with his tired smile and gouged, blinded sockets full of starlight.

"Do you believe in karma?"

The quicksand swallows him entirely and Al Haitham dives, shoves his arms deep and pushes off with the one foot he'd had left on safe ground, because he can't, he can't, it's not the same without Kaveh, not anymore, he needs him, no one else keeps him sharp, no one else challenges him like Kaveh, if he can just grab him, if he can just pull him back up-

Al Haitham thrashes, against the sands, against gravity, against the hardwood of his bedroom floor. Clumsily scrubs the back of his hand across his face to rub the grit of quicksand and sleep out of his eyes.

Sometimes he thinks he preferred it when the Akasha was still harvesting his dreams.

He pops his head out from under his weighted blanket and lays where he'd fallen out of bed for a moment, blinking blearily against the lamplight shining from his desk in the corner. Deep breaths. His consciousness shifts along the blurred line of nightmare and reality, crosses over the slow transition into wakeful awareness.

He's home, Kaveh is home. It's dark out. The house is dead silent.

He's just going to go check, he tells himself as he peels himself out of his sweat-soaked shirt and roots around for a replacement. He's already losing memories of his nightmare, the details spilling away from him like wet ink, but he knows he needs to see Kaveh. It'll feel better to do something, anything, than try to go straight back to sleep.

He's quiet when he slips out of his bedroom door, because they both keep late hours but their bedrooms are right next to each other, and Al Haitham will never hear the end of it if he wakes his roommate up.

Lights off, door shut. Nothing conclusive. He moves out to the main room.

Kaveh sits on one of those ridiculous sofas he'd ordered three of for some reason, back to him as he tucks a lock of hair behind his ear. A mostly-empty wine bottle stands tall on the table, next to the cobbled-together remains of an architectural model that's been picked and fussed over for four days straight now.

"Kaveh? What are you doing?"

This earns him an exaggerated startle, but Kaveh doesn't turn to look at him, preoccupied with whatever new sketch or blueprint he probably has in his hands. "Ohhh, nothing," he slurs cheerfully. "Just working. Just thinking."

Kaveh has always been the world's chattiest drinker. Al Haitham waits for the rest of it.

"Say, I think...I think I asked you this years ago, back then, but you never answered me." Al Haitham feels all the blood drain from his face in ominous familiarity, drip cold down the length of his spine. Kaveh sinks into the couch until he can tip his head over the back of it, looking up at him with a tired smile and exhausted eyes.

"Do you believe in karma?"

[rat-rosemary]

If Sapnap wasn't so anxious and soft and his heart so big he would have the reputation of a slut /aff

[brittlebutch]

I genuinely love the way Billie holds herself with my whole heart; more characters need to start doing it like her <3