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[justwonder113]

Drunk Chan confessing to you -inspired by this lovely ask

Warnings: Cursing as always. Chan's Pov. Reader is gender neutral. Chan is whipped! Chan thinks reader is dating someone. Childhood friends to lovers. Misunderstanding with a happy ending. Chan is drunk but not that much, more like tipsy. word count-3.4k A/N- Sorry this took me ages to write but I hope you'll enjoy reading. Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated.

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Chan felt like he was about to lose his mind and weirdly enough it wasn’t because one of the boys did something to either piss him of or to just to be a general menace. No his distress was caused by a whole another thing or better say someone. How in the world was it possible for someone look this gorgeous, so ethereal and breathtaking on a regular fucking Friday?  

He knew he was whipped for you. He made peace with that simple yet not so simple fact years ago. He also knew that he found you absolutely beautiful. Whenever he tried to think of something beautiful your image always popped up before anything else. It was simple as that for him, like the fact that the sky was blue, the grass was green and you were definition of a word bewitching for him. 

Maybe it was a little bit of alcohol he had drunk earlier affecting him, maybe he just fell for you even harder right now (if it was even possible). But right now, as he watched you talk with the boys about god knows about what, he thought that you were the definition of the word beauty. He didn’t know if he wanted to stare at you for as long as possible and bask in your beauty and presence of if he should go to Hyunjin and ask him to teach him paint so that he could capture just how beautiful you looked. But knowing himself, even if it was possible to capture all of it on paper... Chan liked to think of himself as a selfless person, or at least he tried to be, but he was an honest man. If it was possible to capture how captivating you truly were, he would just keep it to himself, he would become the most selfish man in the world. And maybe he was. All he could think about right now was that your attention wasn’t on him, that you paid your mind to someone other than him. It didn’t matter that that “someone” was his friends, the people he considered his family. He wanted all your attention on him, he wanted you to look only at him. God he was losing his mind. When did he become so needy and desperate for your attention? He felt pathetic, how would you even look at him when he acted this way? He reminded himself something he did for years now. That you deserved way better than him, you deserved someone who would give you the world, someone who would cherish you the way you deserved. Even though he would do absolutely anything for you, even though he would make impossible possible for you, even though he would let the world burn for you, you deserved someone who would do even more for you and more importantly always be there for you. He wasn’t worthy of you not with the relationship he had with his work. God, it killed him whenever he had to cancel plans with you and couldn’t be there for you because he had to work. As much as he loved what he did for a living, the same love turned into hate because it kept him away from you. There were even times when he considered to just fuck it and quit, but what would he even do in life? There was literally nothing else he could see himself as. Without a job without a passion what worth did he have? What could he do?  

God, he felt pathetic. He was thinking about all this as he stood a chance with you in the first place. You always had looked at him and saw him as a friend. Maybe there was a moment there and there where it seemed that there could be something more. But your relationship although the years had been strictly platonic. He had given up on hoping for something more years ago. 

He had come with peace with the fact that he couldn’t be something more for you. Maybe it was for the good. You could live your life to the fullest. He was fine loving you from afar. 

God all he could think about was how cute you looked. Your hair was still messy, because you rushed here when you noticed that all of them were quite drunk when you called to check on them, and you were wearing that way too big hello kitty hoodie with the matching black pants Chan got you as a joke that you kept wearing because it was really comfortable. Your whole look today screamed that you only cared about being comfortable and that you were grumpy that you had to get up in the middle of the night to get your silly friends. Still in Chan’s eyes you looked like you hung the stars yourself. 

 God he was obsessed with you. There was no better way to describe the feeling really. Even now the moment your gaze shifted to him and you gave him that sweet smile... He felt like he couldn’t breathe. His body felt warm all over yet he felt his lungs were frozen in place. 

“How are you feeling Channie?” You asked him with that sweet voice of yours. In seconds his mind was swarmed with all the possible lyrics he could use to write yet another song dedicated Soley for you that he kept hidden in his laptop.  Well, hidden was a nice word. All of the boys knew of that file and Chan was more than few times relentlessly teased for his crush on you. They kept pestering that he should just confess, or at least show you all the songs he had written for you and let them do the job for him, but he just couldn’t. 

“Better now that you’re here.” He slipped before he could even stop himself. What if he made you feel uncomfortable? You two flirted from time to time, but lately he had this rising suspicion that you were seeing someone and he wasn’t sure how he felt about that. All he knew was that he would rather die than make you uncomfortable with his silly little crush. 

Thankfully for him and his heart you chuckled and immediately his whole heart was filled with joy. “Well, I’m glad. I’m here to bring you home, because little birdie here told me that you had been asking for me all night.” You mused all sweetly. Chan’s head immediately snapped towards Minho, who grinned at him all triumphant. He would have to have a word with him later. 

“God I will kick his ass later. You didn’t have to come. I had no idea he told you to get here. You must have been tired.” Chan only stopped rambling when he felt you place your hand on his shoulder. You looked at him with eyes shining brighter than all the stars combined. It was his words yes and he would stand by it. 

“Calm down Channie.”  Your voice was calm, soothing. If there was one thing he had to choose to listen to till the end of his life he would, without a thought, choose your voice. Your kind, beautiful, soothing voice. He loved whenever you showered him with affection and complemented him. Hell, love wasn’t strong enough of a word to describe how he felt, he was on the cloud nine whenever you said even something sweet to him. But the thing about your voice and presence to him was that, even if you weren’t complimenting him or just being sweet. Even if you were just telling him about how your day went, he felt this serenity, this calmness. Whenever he was with you his mind always just shut down. It went silent. And he could actually enjoy living in a moment and enjoy his life to the fullest. Would there even be time when he would be able to convey in words just what you meant to him? Maybe then he would actually stop and be proud of himself as a lyricist. 

“Do you want me to be here?” Your teasing tone quickly bought him back to reality. 

“What kind of question is that? Of course I do!” Chan was quick to protest which made you chuckle. God there it was, that beautiful sound. Suddenly everything felt all right. 

“Whipped!” He heard Minho cough into his fist. He would really have to kick his ass later. 

Chan was about to ask you about how you were, how your day went, mundane stuff like that when he heard your phone ring.  “Sorry Channie one second.” You quickly checked your phone. The slight furrow of your brows was quickly replaced by a gentle smile. You quickly raised your finger to give you time and went a few steps away to talk on your phone. He couldn’t really decipher what you were saying to that person but your voice... You sounded do genuinely happy talking to that person.  

The ringing in his ears raised in volume when he caught you call that person “babe”. Did he fully lose you? Did you really start seeing someone? Was the distance between you so big that you didn’t even tell him you were seeing someone? Did he mess up so bad that you didn’t even feel comfortable confiding in him? 

Too caught up with the turmoil in his head he didn’t even notice for a moment a figure approach you. When he brought his gaze on you, you were talking with some man. Sweet smile adorning your face, your eyes shining brightly. Was it that someone? You weren’t talking on the phone anymore. The way you were talking to him you clearly knew him.  It also didn’t help him at all that the man you were talking to was objectively really handsome. There was no way he could compete with a person like him. God, he felt like a joke. There wouldn’t even be a competition. He should be able to face reality now. He had spent years helplessly yearning for you. He should know by now that he didn’t stand a chance with you. God, he felt like crying. 

The rest of the night was a blur. He didn’t even remember how he got into your car. Or the road you took. The last thing he remembered was how he saw you hug that man goodbye. Good thing that man wasn’t accompanying you that day and he returned to his friend group shortly after. He wasn’t sure he was ready to be introduced to your boyfriend. Not that he would ever be. 

It was funny how one moment you could be having time of your life and the next second it could be ruined by one single thing. Chan barely felt like talking, let alone smile or anything of that sort. And as it turned out his mood was contagious. The whole ride was quiet. Chan couldn’t even remember the time where all of them were in the same space and it was actually quiet. 

However, why you were silent and didn’t talk at all was a mystery to him. Did that man upset you? If that was the case, he would gladly murder someone. No one got to mess with you, not on his watch. 

“Channie?” Your voice brought him back to reality. He must have zoned out again. That two extra shots he drank as you talked with that man really messed with his head. As if he wasn’t already tipsy enough. “Are you okay?” You sounded worried. Was it this apparent he was sad? What was he even supposed to say? 

“I’m just tired.” He managed to mumble out after a second or two. 

“What do you think about sleeping over at my house?  We haven’t hung out in a while. I can not be deprived of my best friend for too long you know that.” You whined all cutely making his heart flutter uncontrollably. But he quickly got reminded of the fact that you were not his. And the small smile that wanted to break through got quickly replaced by a deeper frown. 

“I don’t think we should.” It brought him physical pain to utter these words to you. 

Now it was your time to frown. “Why is that?” God, you sounded so sad. It killed something inside him knowing he was the one causing you pain. You quickly backed down. “I mean if you don’t feel like it it’s totally fine. We’re almost at your house too. We’ll be there in few minutes.” You laughed awkwardly. 

God he hated this. Since when did things get weird between you? When did things change? Would things get even weirder and would the distance between you two grow as your relationship with your new boyfriend progressed? 

“Wouldn’t your boyfriend mind?” He hated how he couldn’t ask one question without mumbling like a sad little kid. 

Without even saying a word you quickly pulled over and turned on hazard lights. 

“Channie what the actual fuck?” You tried to sound calm but your voice betrayed you. 

“What? What did I do wrong?” This was weird, he was the one (okay unfairly, yes, but) upset with you, how were you the one scolding him? What did he even do? He didn’t remember upsetting you. Did he forget something? Did he do something and then forget? 

“What did you do wrong? Dude what is up with that question?” You sounded so appalled like he asked the most ridiculous question ever. “What boyfriend?” 

“You broke up?” When did you even manage to do that? Weren’t you all lovey-dovey with someone minutes ago? Did you break up with him via text? No, you wouldn’t do that right? Also why would you break up with him? The dude seemed perfect. 

“There was no one to begin with?” You stared him for a second, you seemed unsure of something. “Is this why you were sulky all evening? You think I’m dating someone?” 

Did he misread the whole situation? He didn’t right? He didn’t just make an absolute fool out of himself right? 

God he did. He wanted to dig a hole to crawl into and never get out. He really felt like crying now. 

“I’m not dating anyone.” You sighed out after few seconds of numbing silence. “God Channie what even made you think that?” 

Chan hadn’t even noticed he started fidgeting with his fingers. He only stopped when you placed your hand on top of his, only then he was able to feel the sting or the small self inflicted  wound. 

Chan took a deep breath. Here went nothing. “You had been smiling at your phone and texting a lot too. You’re always busy too. And when you were on your phone you called someone babe. And the man at the bar too!” Really, how could he not think you were dating someone. 

“I’ve been texting my friends that’s all. We’re planning a birthday party and I guess I’ve been running around a lot for it. Now listen carefully before I smack your beautiful idiot head! I call my friend babe, you have seen me do it millions of times, you even joked about how you could get jealous about it!” You quickly ranted to him, elevating Chan’s worries bit by bit, word by word. 

“What about the Guy at the bar?” Chan didn’t back down. He had to know. He had to know the truth. 

“Why does it matter if I have a boyfriend?” You looked at him with determined eyes. 

“What kind of question is that?”  

“The kind I want answer to. What does it change if I have a boyfriend?” 

Chan felt his face get warmer, how was he supposed to answer that question? 

“Come on, you know it changes everything!” No matter how hard he tried to hold it in, the desperation in his voice clearly showed. 

“What Chan? What does it change?” You raised your voice. Why were you prying like that? 

He couldn’t take it anymore. 

“For fuck’s sake how will it not Change everything? How can everything stay the same when I have been in love with since I remember? How can I just watch you go to another man just like this? You’re everything I have ever wanted and loved. You’re my everything! How can you not see that? Every song I have written is about you, every thought I have is about you, my heart simply beats just for you! How will it not change anything? It will kill me to see you with another man. I would do anything in this world for you but not let you go. I could never let you go!” 

God, he said it. He really said it. He finally admitted just what he felt for you. Well yelled would be more accurate word to describe it. But yeah... He finally admitted his feelings. It was like weight got lifted off his chest but as the seconds passed in absolute deafening silence, maybe it was better to keep it in. 

He couldn’t even look you in the eyes. He was such an idiot. He should have kept it to himself. Why didn’t you say anything? Were you that disgusted? Would you stop being friends with him now? Did he just lose you? 

He couldn’t even fully grasp what happened. One second he heard a clink of a seatbelt opening and next second your lips were on him. The lips he had dreamed of tasting for years were now kissing him. Did he just die and wake up in heaven? 

Your lips were soft as silk and so warm and you kissed him so tenderly almost hesitantly. As if a dam broke inside of him, he quickly opened his seatbelt and brought himself closer to you. There was no way he could hold himself back now that he got to know how you taste. Biting down on your lip gently he could feel your lips part. He immediately deepened the kiss. God he loved it, how you tasted, how you clung onto him, how soft and pillowy your lips were. His whole mind was consumed by you, he was overwhelmed in the best way, all he could feel was your lips caressing each other, your warmth surrounding him, your cold fingers that held his face gently, your sweet scent that was making him go numb. God he could feel how he was slowly getting more and more addicted to you. 

When you leaned back for air he couldn’t help but as he tried to chase your lips but you stopped him giggling. God did you have any idea what you did to him? He was at your feet at your mercy, did you even realize that? 

“Since I have to spell everything out for you today you beautiful dummy, I have been in love with you for years! I just didn’t think you felt the same way. Okay, there were times I did, but like you always backed down! And today seeing how sulky you got over me talking with a coworker who was with his boyfriend by the way, I thought that maybe this was the day I could finally get to the truth. Thankfully You return my feelings because if you didn’t I don’t think I would be able to get over you.” Chan physically couldn’t  let you finish talking a he leaned in and captured your lips in another searing kiss. As much he loved your voice and listening to you talk he had just realized that he loved kissing you more. Also to think that you thought that there was a possibility that he didn’t love you... He just had to stop you. 

“Of course I love you. God I adore you! You’re definition of perfection, live representation of love and beauty for me. I don’t think there’s even a universe where I don’t love you!” 

Hearing you giggle made his heart leap in joy. “God you’re such a sap Channie.” Gently bringing him closer to you by his shoulders you gently pecked him. Chan couldn’t help but mirror your grin as he wrapped his arms around you, basking in your presence, enjoying living this moment with you. 

“You’re one to talk.” He couldn’t help but tease back before leaning in to quickly peck your nose which made your smile widen. 

“We’re a perfect match then.” You mused, clearly satisfied. 

“Yeah, we really are.” Chan smiled to himself and hugged you closer feeling finally at peace. Finally feeling whole. 

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[resident-idiot-simp]

POV Laura

Laura remembered her dad, how could she not? He was a lonely angry man who couldn't accept love. He was miserable and it still hurt to think about even now. He was long gone but that didn't erase the memories Laura had.

When she made it to the void and learned of variants she wondered if any Logan was happy. If it was even possible for anyone version of him or if he was doomed to tragedy.

She seemingly got her answers with the first and only Logan variant she met him in the void. He was just as sad and lonely, just as angry at the world. She wondered truly the history was even more tragic than her own and Logan’s.

She however suspected it might be. He was being dragged along by one Wade Wilson or Deadpool. She had met many of them in her time in the void but this one seemed to be different.

He too seemed to have that all too familiar weight on his shoulders. She wondered what his story was and if it was anything similar to her and Logan's own. When they escaped the void it was like a breath of fresh air. She got to have a new family and bring her old one along with her, hell she even got a new dad.

This new Logan wasn't her own and he would never replace him. They both knew that but that didn't mean he couldn't be something similar. He loved her and she loved him they might not have been each other's respective Logan or Laura but well it was something.

The more time she spent with Logan The more she realized how much he had changed. Logan seemed to be happier, like had something worth living for now. And she had a sinking suspicion she knew what it was. He looked at Wade in a way she hadn't been able to place for a long while.

She would be the first to admit that she was a bit socially inept. Her fucked up childhood was to blame and the subsequent time in the void didn't help. Things were still new to her even now that she was technically an adult. It didn't take much skill however to realize what had happened.

Deadpool and Wolverine became Wade and Logan. The two had grown close and Laura watched in awe as a whole new side to these men were revealed. Laura had never seen or heard her Logan laugh so openly, or smile so sweetly.

She had never seen him stare at someone with so much admiration and care. He had never seen him scoot close to another or blush when someone leaned into him.

She had never seen Logan in love.

Wade looked at Logan like he was the most amazing thing in the multiverse. He looked at him like he couldn't believe he got this lucky. Wade thought the word of Logan and went out of his way to show it.

Constant compliments or insistent flirting only got worse when he got reactions. He loved watching Logan squirm and Laura despite finding the romance repulsing could acknowledge that she couldn't be happier for them.

Her Logan was miserable and lonely, but this Logan? He had something to live for.

This sentiment seemed to prove itself truer everyday as they grew closer and closer. As hesitant touches turned into constant cuddling and joking comments turned into sincere compliments.

She wondered if they realized or if this was just so gradual it didn't register. She wondered if it mattered at all as the two layed tangled up on the couch as Logan purred and Wade combed fingers through his hair.

[theoneandonlyech]

in february 6th 2023, an earthquake hit turkey kahramanmaraş pazarcık(where i was living at the time) with an alleged magnitude of 7.8(i think its higher??? that shit was NOT a 7.8, it was way worse)

at least one million people died, probably, because this shit affected like. 11 different provinces. and 3 different fucking countries. so many cities ruined. there's a neighborhood that's ENTIRELY gone. reduced to nothing but rubble and corpses. and the government did absolutely nothing, just so they can use the dead people to increase their votes in elections. "oh, five million people didn't vote, let's get them on our side lmao they're probably under the bricks anyways so who cares"

i hate earthquakes

fortunately i lost nobody, but still it was a very horrible event that ruined millions of lives, hundreds of thousands of families.

it's the second feb 6 after the earthquake, and in the area they shut down most government workplaces and schools just for this day, out of respect for the ones that were lost. i don't think this was approved by the higher ups, yet they still did it anyways.

wait what was the main topic again? the world ending today? lmao. it ended exactly two years ago for so many people, you were sorta right i guess

anyways. sorry for the rant. i just felt like i needed somewhere to get this out of my system because holy fuck

how is the world going to end?

February 6th, 2025.

Ooooooh wait nevermind you said "How." You can ignore this.

[lesbianalanwake]

Severance S2E4. bro what the fuck:

–Kier Eagan’s fake-ass made-up twin brother……….

–flipping from claustrophobia to agoraphobia on a dime in a frozen doppelganger fever dream. you want to see the fallout from reintegration? well fuck you, it's a slow process, and you have wait for it. you want to see the outside world? well here it is. in the most disorienting way and place possible. a mirror to S2E1 - not letting the audience get any solid footing or sense of direction, experiencing the same disorientation that the innies do. a rat-in-a-maze bottle episode where you don't see the outside world, except they ARE outside, and yet they're not. Lumon trying to absorb and rewrite the narrative - you're outside but on our terms.

–once again obsessed with the pacing. a growing uncomfortable tension, Lumon trying to drive a wedge between MDR (intentionally AND unintentionally…. Helena…..), something that could have stretched out for several more episodes or even a season, but Irving said “nah” and ripped the band-aid clean off to clear the way. like Mark abruptly accelerating via reintegration at the end of the previous episode. has a metatextual feeling to it…. if Lumon is trying to tug the narrative in a certain direction, then MDR, inside and out, is grabbing it and YANKING it in another.

–Helena having sex with Mark…. fucked up, in many ways rape by deception using Helly’s identity, taking advantage of not one but TWO people, but the second person is the same person as Helena with the same brain and body, but also NOT the same, but yes the same, but-..… Helena perpetuating what is expected of her by her family/company, the Board saying to give Mark “what he wants, including Helly R” because Helena is another kind of cog in the machine to be taken advantage of as the company sees fit. cycles upon cycles, cruelty begetting cruelty. ethical violations in the workplace the likes of which have never been seen.

(and the quiet part getting real loud now, with the implication that the waffle party ends with sex.)

but also. deeply funny that they listened to a campfire horror story/morality tale about how sexual urges are bad, made fun of it, and went “anyway……” comedy/tragedy two sides of the same coin etc.

–Helena isn't happy! everything she says is double-edged - playing a role (for Lumon, for MDR) and yet completely sincere (she hated reciting the nine principles - sorry dad!, she doesn't like who she is on the outside, she thinks the Kier mythology is ridiculous, etc - expressing herself only through performance). she questions and doubts but has buried it so deep that it only comes out in Helly R, except now it's starting to come out in Helena too. I wonder if Irving trying to kill Helena is going to do 90% of the work in radicalizing her, because she's playacting at love and friendship, and the cracks in the Eagan conditioning are starting to show (lying and obfuscating and yet! sincere in her own demented way), but her little overtures into affection are still deeply off and wrong and causing strife (even when she doesn't mean to) and perpetuating what she knows - smiling violence and power struggle is the language she grew up with, and Irving is speaking that language to tell her that her methods aren't working, that she can't keep pretending to have the life she wants, that it's going to take more than that. and the fact that Helena and Irving Bailiff are the same, sending their innies down to the severed floor with a purpose, while “Helly” and Irving B are being cagey about what they saw on the outside….. doppelgangers and foils.

–WOE! I wonder if Irving B connecting the dots through a dream is more of Irving Bailiff leaking through, since he would know who Helena Eagan is. just like his automatic military response to being stranded in the wilderness - survival-focused, on the defensive, much more physical and violent. reintegration but a second secret kind (taking sleep deprivation to new heights).

–the doppelganger animatronic (?) of Helly had a crooked neck, calling back to her attempt to hang herself, but it was a message directed at Helena…. and we didn't see Irving's doppelganger pointing the way on its own, just as part of the group…. much to think about.

–Miss Huang’s little “pretty cool, right?” made me sad….. so childlike for a second, like she should be. girl we're getting you out of there.

–the fact that Mark and Dylan and Irving have never seen fire, and barely seen the sky (and Helly still hasn't seen any of it). let alone all of the other weird shit going on…. the behind the scenes bit talked about Lumon wanting to scare the hell out of MDR, and yeah…. yeah.

–the fact that we don't see the immediate aftermath of Mark reintegrating but do see Mark S having Mark Scout hair here and there, and one crazy flash to his other self. something to be said about how Mark S exists because Mark doesn't give a shit about himself, and he's never really thought of his severed self as someone separate (and they're not, really, except they are, and aren't, and are, and aren't, and-). and Mark S doing something for himself, not for his outie, something that distinguishes him from Mark Scout, but it turns out to be awful in the end…… oof ouch. MUCH to think about.

–I think I’ll need to see the follow-up before I decide how I feel about this episode. it did a LOT, and it needs the fallout to contextualize it. leaning pretty hard on making the story fit the idea to have the corporate retreat, but I can forgive that because it was gorgeous to look at, and I'm obsessed with the idea of a disorienting switch to an agoraphobic vista that nevertheless remains a claustrophobic trap, and team-building retreat that leaves the team in shambles is really good.

–"I'm on the ice," Gemma, "Chikhai Bardo" as an episode title, etc.... they're building up to some real undead and rebirth shit, and I'm starting to think Kier Eagan's frozen fucking Disney head isn't a joke.....

[atreyucannamos]

Hardsuits

So no matter how much I try to talk her out of it, she won't listen. I'm gonna have to fight this duel against Praya and her trophy fiancé Argo-Laurent at the weekend, and I realised that I needed a hardsuit, and the one that the family gave me just isn't going to cut it.

This is my suit of the traditional Cannamos household battle regalia. I have worn it precisely three times in my life, and it's one of the few things that actually did turn up on time at the college. I'm not wearing it. In a rare display of family solidarity, I think everyone in the Cannamos household agrees that this thing is a piece of shit. I have never met even the most staunch Hagiograph who actually likes the regalia. It's the most impractical shit in the world to pilot a mech in - bulky, clunky, restrictive, clumsy, antiquated, sweaty - I'm pretty sure even uncle Ferdinand would back me up on this. This thing sucks.

So I... donated it. I donated my regalia to the college. It's their property now! It's not my problem anymore. Instead, I got my hands on a standard-issue BUC assault hardsuit and had it liveried in my house colours. The difference was just... fucking night and day. I can move in this thing, breathe in it, do basic stretches and reach the small of my back without pulling twenty muscles. I actually feel like I could sit in the pilot seat of a mech and operate the controls in this thing. This was a thing actually designed for mech pilots to wear.

One of my teammates tells me that I'm supposed to say "rate my fit" in situations like this?

So... rate my fit, I guess.

[cynautica]

Hi Cyliph, can you tell something about Ar-Lo, he looks so interesting^^

I'm honored people like him :,)

[Potential small HDBS spoilers]]

Ar-Lo is old. Very old. Old enough to be considered somewhat of an cryptic figure among architects. He remembers a time when architects were not all One. Hundreds of thousands of years old. He was created as one of the first waves of expansion during a time when architects had just transferred to their biomechanical vessels. He's seen generations of vessels rise and fall out of use. One of the first ever born with no real parents or family or heritage.

A blank slate of an individual created to protect a colony world known as Juit-Eh from encroaching conflict (At least- that was the intention, the code recombination and manipulation technology was still new).

More below cut.

Who they were fighting, why, and for what has been lost to time. Ar-Lo himself remembers little of that bygone age and its politics. Its been lost to the network through information surges and wipes. What is known is that approximately 300,000 years ago Ar-Lo was functioning as a gladiator primarily based in Juit-Eh still. The indomitable vessel he used (barely modified-- not designed by him) was a real crowd pleaser to architects and non architects alike. It brought in loads of tourism-- and with it currency to the planet. The practice was considered too brutal by homeworld standards, and the end of his career was the annexation treaty that brought Juit-Eh back in to the protection of Oulinaean forces.

This annexation brought Juitian representation to the Tel Ju council. The representative brought a body guard with him, the most popular (former) gladiator known as Ar-Lo. The biggest 'fuck you' he could manage.

--

As it turns out, when you're primarily locked in the innermost sanctum of the most secure piece of architect territory you don't exactly get much valor. Not that Ar-Lo needed it. His pride was his strict loyalist views and sharp mind. He soon enough became versed enough in political talk that he could hold in own in any debate you threw at him. His trained body language and biolights (from years of existing as nothing but a background ornament) served him well in ensuring no other was able to get under his skin. His oratory skills only highlight his trained physical prowess and his rising influence on political matters made those in charge wary of him.

Ar-Lo proved his competency well enough that he was promoted over the course of years to supreme commander of the military. A scary job, and an isolating one. Not that it made a difference, by the time he reached the position anyone in networking distance already had a firewall up. He was already an unpleasant, paranoid, and a violent loyalist.

Though Ar-Lo had plans for every potential physical threat inside and out he was not prepared for the devastating plague that ripped through the architect colonies. Isolation barrier on isolation barrier proved useless, and with no cure in sight the council had to enact their most dire contingency plan. Ar-Lo was one such soul chosen to stay behind.

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Cy fun facts:

Ar-lo was designed as the foil for Robin and Al-an in HDBS, he wasn't suppose to be likeable, but I'm grateful so many people want to know more about him. I cant reveal everything though.

He is brown because he needed to contrast the surrounding landscape, which was primarily green and dark turquoise.

Strange even among architects is that he does not experience dizzyness from vessel swapping no matter the size. Perhaps a remnant of his time as a gladiator, or maybe years of trained neural control.

Ar-lo might hold the record for oldest architect, especially post-kharaa.

His vessel is pretty standard bulky for guardsmen-- but he hasn't always used this vessel.

Before he became a political figure he was actually considered pretty handsome and likeable, like a celebrity. Even though his personality and skill didn't change.

He has never figured out how to properly integrate himself in architect society despite his age. This often leaves him frustrated and the only way he knows to take out that frustration is violence.

Ar-lo is only his current designation

Ar-lo likes art. Not realism, though. He likes art that makes you question things or appreciate the skill of the artist. The piece that represents him most closely is Josef Alber's Homage to the Square: Sentinel

Armor - Oulinaean (homeworld - left) - Jutian house (right) His thick hide serves as natural armor, anything else is just decorative, shows heritage, or is multitool storage.

Playlist:

PRE-KHARAA Seether - Words As Weapons Psychodelic Prn Crumpets - Found God in a Tomato Radiohead - Nude Five Finger Death Punch - Remember Everything Seether - Country Song System Of A Down - Spiders Puddle of Mudd - Blurry POST-KHARAA Soul Survivor - ORDER TotalDeadCenter - The Forgotten Soldier Skaen - Grief, Aftermath Mother Mother - Sleep Awake Vessel - Red Sex (Re-Strung) Vivivivivi - Reduced to Guts Pogo - Undone <- His theme song!

[alagaisia]

This is true, and it’s especially true for the people that I think most is us probably encounter in our own social circles and daily lives. But I don’t think it’s true for everybody. Remember how there was that stat showing a spike in google searches for “did Joe Biden drop out” on Election Day?

I think it’s sort of like how you can’t know what you can’t know. If you don’t know that you’re missing information, you can’t go looking to educate yourself on it. And while most of the time when people talk about “living in a bubble” they tend to mean it in a bad faith, paradox of tolerance type of way, I’ve realized lately that it’s a concept that’s absolutely applicable in a lot of ways. Of course we make our assumptions about the world based on the very limited and biased sample size of people we interact with in our daily lives. You can’t talk about the benefits of being able to curate our dashes on tumblr and then say you think the people who interact with the same political posts as you make a representative sample of the American public.

I am someone who tries to be pretty aware of environmental issues in my personal habits. My family isn’t zero-waste, granola, organic everything, but we haven’t used a plastic shopping bag or water bottle since I was in first grade. As I start forming my own adult habits and thinking about having more control over my consumption, I’m identifying ways I could move towards more environmental consciousness. I know that I’m not doing the absolute most I could be doing, and that I think about this more than the people around me, but not by that much, right?

Except I work now for an organization that sends plays on things like proper sorting of recycling to teach elementary students two counties from where I live. The county pays us to bring these programs, because the residents are simply not recycling. I’ve gone along on one or two of the programs and seen kids ten and eleven years old participating in the interactive “help us sort the recycling” activity in the show who were terrible at it. Because it’s just not something their community thinks about. These aren’t rural areas, these aren’t devoid of civilization or waste management infrastructure, this is a suburb 45 minutes from the largest city in our state.

It’s hard for me to wrap my head around it, too, but trump did not win because more people voted for him. He won because record numbers of people did not vote at all. And we can blame that on individual leftists becoming cynical and disillusioned, but something like a third of the country has never voted in any election. There are people who are and always have been disconnected from and disinterested in the government and electoral politics and anything happening in this country.

And it’s wrong! I’m not saying it isn’t. Each of us has a responsibility to our communities, and the civic responsibility of voting and being at least minimally informed on what’s happening in the country is a part of living in a fucking society. It’s disgraceful. But many of those non-voters didn’t consider all of the available information and then choose not to educate themselves and not to vote. It simply didn’t occur to them. Just like the kids I encountered who don’t know how to recycle, a lot of people have grown up in families and communities where electoral politics were somebody else’s business, or for any number of other reasons I can’t begin to guess at, something that just wasn’t a priority. I come from a very politically motivated family, and I’m sure most of you do too. I don’t know anybody who doesn’t vote. I don’t know why each of them didn’t. But there are millions of people who don’t.

These problems have been building since long before 2016, but at the very least that election should have been a wake up call for the democratic party on a national level. What we needed and still need is community and individual level action on a national scale to reach non-voters and educate them on political issues and why this shit does actually affect them and does actually matter. Democrats need to stop folding to random criticism on things like fracking and instead have some fucking backbone, stick to their morals, and work to get votes through education and changing people’s minds and convincing them that these values are worth voting for, rather than changing their policies every other week based on what they think might appease people who are not going to vote for them anyway without a concentrated effort for a societal change of mindset.

Yes, there’s lots of information available, and people do have a responsibility to use that. Obviously there are plenty of people like the ones OP alludes to who are shirking that responsibility due to apathy. But those of us who know all of that know it because we are part of communities that care about accessing and acting based on that information. There are people who don’t know and don’t care and to whom it would never occur to seek that information out, because in their community, it doesn’t matter. And those are the people who I think the democratic party does have a real responsibility to try harder to reach. Politicians also obviously live in a social bubble where everybody cares about politics. But somebody needs to look at the numbers and realize that that’s just not true for the country as a whole. And then they need to do something about it.

I STILL sometimes see people argue that Trump's victory is the fault of Democrats for not being good enough at messaging, and not making it clear enough to Americans all the good Biden was doing.

I knew. Lots of people I know knew. I don't have a secret line to the white house. I'm around average intelligence. I'm not excessively seeking out news, constantly getting news updates. And yet I knew. And so did many others. The information was there for you to get at any time. It found its way to me without my actively seeking it out. Kamala Harris cannot personally come to your house and slap the tiktok out of your hands. You have to take a crumb of responsibility here.

[telluriannovice]

Day 6: Unwanted Kiss

Danny was upset. He was upset often, and wasn't upset at Vlad in particular. He was ranting to himself more than to Vlad about his life. He wants to be an astronaut, but can't find the time to focus on his studies. He wants to be a hero, but it doesn't leave any time for friends and family. He wants to spend time with his friends and family, but they don't care, or don't know, about his interests or goals.

Every time Danny's done this before, he's shot down the obvious solutions, quit being a hero to focus on family and studies, give up on getting into one of the most intensive and selective careers in the world and settle for being a superhero, ignore his friends and family if they can't or wont support his dreams. But every time "I can't ignore people who need help" "I don't want to give up on my dreams" "I wand my friends and family to accept me".

Vlad rolled his eyes as Danny continued talking himself in circles. He knows just how to snap Danny out of it. He grabbed Danny by the waist and pulled him into Vlad's personal favorite, "sweet and passionate" kiss. This will shut him up and distract him long enough to-

Danny suddenly shoved Vlad away with such force Vlad nearly fell over. "God damn it Vlad! Are you listening to me?"

"Of course, I just thought you could use some, um, reassurance th-"

"I can't believe it!" Danny threw his hands into the air. "You keep doing this! You can't keep acting like the things I like, the life I want is just a, a childish fantasy I'll grow out of!"

Vlad didn't have a response to that because, yes, Danny wanting everything to work out perfectly is childish. "How about we take a break and play one of your new video-"

Danny cut him off with a loud groan. "You're doing it again! Why is it whenever I want to have a grown up conversation with you, you try to distract me with games and fucking? Does my life really mean that little to you?"

"No, of course not! I just-"

"No, you know what? I need a break." Danny waved Vlad off and walked off towards the door. Danny deciding to leave instead of continue the fight is really what set off the alarm bells in Vlad's head, and then, just as he left, Danny huffed and said "You're just like Dad."

[vaxyl]

Sometimes I think about all of Vax's story and it's so wild?

Especially now Campaign 3 has ended and his story, seemingly, has finally ended as well?

Idk what Critical Role plans on doing next, maybe we'll see him again later on, who knows. 🤷

But like... Vax'ildan went from a child born in poverty to a single mother in a small village in the countryside with no future...

To a wealthy but unloved and mistreated heir of a nobleman and city ambassador in a city that never dared to care for him...

To a scared run away struggling to survive while grieving his mother after learning she was killed by a dragon while he was away, trying to keep his sister safe by any means necessary...

To a criminal by force to continue protecting his sister, witnessing horrors beyond his wildest comprehension and doing things that surely break your mind...

To a witless adventurer who stumbles from one fight to another, trying to make enough gold for a bed every now and then, now trying to protect so many more people while not necessarily feeling like he really belongs with those people...

To an accidental hero, killing a dragon and demons and other things you can't understand...

To a victim of something so rawly intimate and strange and scary while trying to help a friend...

To a saviour of a city lost to evil years ago, but broken inside by the things he's gone through just to get close to this point...

To a refugee in a world torn apart by dragons who he may have unknowingly had a hand in waking up and pissing off...

To becoming the champion of the god of death unwillingly after his sister died and he tried to sell his soul to save her life but it didn't go the way he had imagined...

To killing the very dragon who had killed his mother, having now accepted his championhood...

To dying during his relatively new girlfriend's magical trial in the elemental plane of water, being brought back soon afterwards...

To living peacefully as what is essentially a trophy boyfriend for the length of one whole year...

To hunting down enemies once thought dead, trying to stop them from helping an evil litch ascend as a tyrannical god...

To being killed by said litch, the litch ascending anyway...

To coming back, undead, to banish the litch as part of a new deal with his goddess...

To leaving, ascending almost himself, to serve his god as her divine and somewhat undead champion after the litch is gone...

To being unable to be with the ones he loves most, but breaking rules to protect them anyway...

To one day being trapped in a magical contraption, ever in pain, to further a plan to kill the gods after his girlfriend he's not been with for 30 years was used as bait in the trap built for him...

To suddenly being freed by his girlfriend and his sister and their old adventuring party turned family, but it's not over yet...

To being granted one night of relief and catching up before being pulled away again...

To... Nearly losing his god... But not... And being made mortal again... But with extra life?...

And his goddess is also mortal now, now a child that he needs to find and protect with the help of another champion of his god...

But he gets to be with the sister, the family and the girlfriend he had to leave about 30 years ago when he ascended again...

He has to learn how to not be dead anymore, and he needs to start all over again with his girlfriend, and the work is never finished... But he's happy again.

Vax'ildan is home again.

GODS, HIS STORY IS WILD

Like... WHAT?! HELLO?!

This is like... Insane?!

My poor sweet boy went through so much shit... Oh my gods...

But he's home again.

He can be with his family again.

Oh my fucking gods.

😭😭😭😭😭

[be-listen-we-are-in-loud]

I Hope My Little Sister Doesn't Remember Me

An Excerpt from an up-and-coming anthology "Intimacy in Institutions: Stories of Autonomy, Connection, and Rebellion"

CW: ableism, institutionalization, seclusion

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Her name was Kylie, and she was five years old. Her favorite color was probably pink, but it could just as easily have been green. She liked glitter glue and playing foosball on the hard cement outside and scribbling with markers way beyond the lines in every coloring book on the ward. She ate new foods with a pinched expression like she expected the staff to feed her old socks, and she cheered like they'd just said she got to go home for real every time the kitchen served her favorites. She was the sweetest five-year-old I'd ever met, and she reminded me of myself every time I saw her squeal giddily and bounce back and forth on her toes. She reminded me of myself every time I listened to her scream herself hoarse in seclusion, too.

The thing about seclusion is that it's supposed to be a last resort. This is news to me, and it definitely would have been news to Kylie, since seclusion more or less became the staff's go-to timeout spot for Kylie, probably because of how much she fucking hated it in there. This institution had one of the better seclusion rooms. It was bigger than most and the floors and walls were actually a little bit padded, but it was still just a big closet they liked to lock misbehaving children inside.

Kylie was locked in seclusion a lot. Even though I was barely thirteen at the time, I remember thinking that the staff were cruel for doing things the way they did. Even the nice staff, even the staff I liked, always seemed to screw up when it came to Kylie.

From what I could tell, Kylie was actually a pretty easy case. She was five years old, rocked on her heels, had anger issues related to loud noises, bright lights, and sudden shifts in routines, and she did what she was told nearly all of the time. There was only one rule the staff were supposed to follow to support Kylie and--despite the fact that telling her five minutes before an activity changed that the activity was going to change seems pretty simple--there were zero rules the staff actually followed to support Kylie.

I tried to get involved sometimes, to calm Kylie down before she could be dragged kicking and screaming into seclusion. I felt like I was taking the role of big sister, sorting out the problems before the rest of our terrifying family could descend on her like a pack of angry wolves. It didn't work, didn't keep them from prying her fingers off the legs of the foosball table and lifting her into the air, dragging her inside the seclusion room and slamming the door behind her.

"Don't get involved," a staff member with a kind face said to me after, "It's not your job, and we're trained in de-escalation."

I remember thinking that if that was the work of someone trained in de-escalation, I was terrified to find out what happened to five-year-old girls who stomped their feet and said, "No, I don't wanna go inside!" in the real world.

Kylie spent her sixth birthday in the institution. She was supposed to go on a home visit, but too many visits to seclusion dropped her levels--the staff's favorite game to play with us--to low for her to leave. She spent a few hours with her parents in a side room, probably just the same as I had spent and would go on to spend my thirteenth and fourteenth birthdays respectively inside of the acute ward at that same institution. Her parents brought in special birthday food and played games with her until their time was up and they had to go home without her.

There were three, maybe four of us, in the institution then. In an effort to distract her, the staff let us sit around the television and watch her favorite Studio Ghibli film. I can still remember the way she'd excitedly cry, over and over, "Haku! Haku! Haku!" every time the dragon's face appeared on screen. The way the word spilled out in an excited mess and the way her eyes seemed to sparkle were dug deeper into my memory each and every time I've thought of her for the last seven years.

At the time of writing this, Kylie should be about fourteen years old. She's the same age as my younger brother, something I probably realized at the time but forgot quickly. It's only now that I'm doing the math again that I realize she'll be starting her first year of high school soon, or finishing the last year of middle school, assuming she's not a part of the statistic that says youths who are discharged from an institution face a suicide rate that is "more than 30 times the general population rate for as long as 5 to 10 years thereafter." (Fontanella et al, 2020)

Assuming the best of things, Kylie's a teenager now, with hobbies and interests and hopefully a halfway decent support network. She's probably got a favorite subject in school, and passions she dives into intensely. She's probably got a handful of close friends and a dozen acquaintances, and her time in the institution is probably as distant of a memory as her baby blanket.

Probably.

Hopefully.

I wonder if she's seen Spirited Away again since that day. I wonder if it triggered something in her brain when she did, if she remembered cheering for Haku on her birthday with tear tracks still drying on her face as she sat on a couch only a few yards away from the padded room. I wonder if she remembers the staff who failed her again and again and again. I wonder if she remembers the coloring books and the glitter glue and the foosball table. I wonder if she remembers the girl who tried desperately to be her big sister when no one else would.

More than anything, though, I wonder if she remembers seclusion. For her sake, I hope she doesn't.

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Citation:

Fontanella CA, Warner LA, Steelesmith DL, Brock G, Bridge JA, Campo JV. Association of Timely Outpatient Mental Health Services for Youths After Psychiatric Hospitalization With Risk of Death by Suicide. JAMA Netw Open. 2020;3(8):e2012887. doi:10.1001/jamanetworkopen.2020.12887

[sturniololuvz]

Could you maybe do one where the sister like 16 years old got into a car wreck and the triplets just kinda help her our and are there for her at the hospital

yessss!

“Close Call”

Sturniolos x sister reader

Warnings : car wreck ,injuries, think that’s it

Y/N had always been a cautious driver. She never sped, never ran red lights, and always checked her mirrors. But no amount of careful driving could have prepared her for the reckless driver that changed everything.

She had been on her way home from a friend’s house, music playing softly as she tapped her fingers on the wheel. It was late, the L.A. streets quiet for once. She was only a few miles from home when headlights suddenly appeared in her peripheral vision—too fast, too close.

The impact came before she could react.

A car ran a red light and slammed into the driver’s side, the sound of crunching metal and shattering glass exploding around her. Her body jolted violently as the airbags deployed, the force knocking the wind out of her. Pain shot through her ribs, her head smacking against the seat. The world spun, her vision blurred, and then—darkness.

The triplets were at home when the call came in.

Nick’s phone rang first. He almost ignored it, assuming it was a random number, but something in his gut told him to answer.

“Hello?”

“Is this Nicholas Sturniolo?”

His heart dropped at the serious tone. “Yeah… who’s this?”

“This is Dr. Reynolds from Cedars-Sinai Hospital. Your sister, Y/N, was in a car accident. She’s stable, but she’s sustained injuries. We need a family member here as soon as possible.”

Nick’s blood ran cold. “Wait—what?” His voice cracked.

Chris and Matt, who had been on the couch, immediately snapped their heads toward him.

“What happened?” Chris asked urgently.

Nick could barely breathe. “She—she was in an accident,” he stammered. He turned back to the phone. “How bad is it?”

“She’s conscious, but she has some bruising, a possible concussion, and we’re running tests for internal injuries.”

Nick swallowed hard. “We’re coming. Right now.”

The second he hung up, Matt was already grabbing the car keys. “Let’s go.”

They didn’t waste another second.

The drive to the hospital was a blur. Chris sat in the front seat, gripping his phone so tightly his knuckles were white. Matt drove like a man on a mission, weaving through traffic, his jaw clenched. Nick sat in the back, his knee bouncing anxiously as he stared out the window, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios.

Nobody spoke. The weight of the situation was suffocating.

When they finally pulled up to the emergency room, all three of them jumped out of the car and ran inside.

“We’re here for Y/N Sturniolo,” Nick told the nurse at the front desk, his voice strained.

The nurse nodded. “She’s in Room 214. She’s stable, but the doctor is still monitoring her.”

They barely waited for instructions before rushing down the hall. When they reached the room, Matt pushed the door open first.

The sight of Y/N made all three of them freeze.

She was lying in a hospital bed, an IV in her arm, her forehead wrapped in a bandage. Her face was bruised, and there was a nasty scrape on her cheek. She looked exhausted, her eyes fluttering open at the sound of the door.

“Y/N,” Chris breathed, his voice shaking.

A weak, tired smile appeared on her lips. “Hey, guys.”

Nick was the first to move, rushing to her bedside. “What the hell happened?” His voice was a mix of panic and relief.

Y/N sighed. “Some idiot ran a red light… hit me from the side.”

Matt stood at the foot of the bed, his hands clenched into fists. “Did they catch the guy?”

“Yeah,” she mumbled. “Drunk driver. He got arrested.”

Chris let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his hair. “Fucking asshole.”

Nick exhaled shakily, his eyes scanning her for more injuries. “Does it hurt?”

Y/N shrugged slightly. “Yeah. My ribs are sore, and my head is killing me.”

Matt finally stepped closer. “Do you remember everything?”

“Most of it,” she admitted. “I remember the lights… the impact. Then it’s kind of a blur.”

Chris sat on the edge of her bed, shaking his head. “I swear to God, Y/N, you scared the shit out of us.”

Y/N bit her lip. “I’m sorry.”

Nick’s jaw clenched. “Don’t apologize. Just… don’t ever do that again.”

She let out a weak laugh. “Yeah, I’ll try not to get hit by a drunk driver again.”

Matt, who had been eerily quiet, finally spoke. “You could’ve died, Y/N.” His voice was thick with emotion. “If that car hit you any harder…”

Y/N saw the fear in his eyes—the same fear mirrored in Nick and Chris. Her heart clenched.

“I know,” she whispered. “I know.”

For a moment, nobody spoke.

Then, Chris suddenly reached out and pulled her into a gentle hug, mindful of her injuries. “We would’ve lost our fucking minds if something happened to you.”

Nick joined the hug next, squeezing her arm. “I’d probably burn the whole city down.”

Matt sighed and leaned against the bed, resting a hand on her leg. “I wouldn’t even know what to do without you.”

Y/N blinked rapidly, fighting back tears. She knew her brothers loved her, but hearing it like this—seeing how scared they were—made everything feel real.

“I’m okay,” she assured them, her voice small. “I promise.”

Nick shook his head. “We’re not letting you drive alone at night anymore.”

Chris nodded. “Yeah, that’s a new rule.”

Y/N groaned. “Guys—”

Matt crossed his arms. “Nope. You scared us, now you have to deal with us being overprotective.”

She sighed but couldn’t help smiling. “Fine.”

The room fell into comfortable silence after that. The triplets stayed by her side, refusing to leave, making dumb jokes to distract her, even though their eyes still carried worry.

Y/N knew she was lucky. Lucky to be alive. Lucky to have them.

And even though she was hurting, she had never felt safer.

[marzipanilla]

RAGE ! heh. yah.

To just veer off bc I have been rewatching this channels stuff lately - Batman stuff ! (x)

On to the rambles.

Yeah it just felt like every single character came out of the woodwork JUST to say 'wink wink nudge nudge we KNEW you two crazy kids would figure it out eventually!' and ?? why ??? why ?? why did you feel the need for their EXES specifically to give them the go ahead, to even shove them towards it even?? I just ?? surely they have other shit to talk about? Not to mention Rex and Eve's we are traumatized teens bonding was way more interesting then their very shitty romance!

I hate the fucking while I was dying I was thinking of you line too. Yes Mark. When you are panicking and freaked out, clearly that is when your mind is most clear. please. dear god. amid the ethics courses you should have been taking, a few ones about psychology and trauma response would also be good, yes?

lol Hannibal. Yeah. I agree. I love Mads' interview where he like Hannibal is the happiest man I have ever portrayed : ) and its like. he's right tho. That man IS having the time of his life and his falling in love, he is having a GREAT time. beautiful show. need to rewatch it soon.

I was talking to someone else and they compared the whole Eve and her parents situation to 'I wont be gay in the house but you can't stop me from being gay outside' and like. ugh. it really is tho. WHY are you still there. WHY are you so determined to make THESE people your family. You know you were (unknowingly adopted) they AREN'T your only option anymore. You aren't 12. You had TT ! (supposedly) You have NEW friends now!! Stop going back to these people!!

The UTTERLY SILENT (I do like the choice but it is also funny that all that happens is literally without a voice) and completely undiscussed by the main 'moral' force of the show maybe villains have REASONS for what they do opening ??? yeah it was great but it also feels so 'lol look at whats going on in the background! no one will ever realize how complex these situations can be!!' anyway here's Oliver being fucking stupid.

Like yeah, I loved the GoG breakdown/breakup in ep 3, as like a we all need to discuss autonomy and accountability and the messed up world we live and people are both right and wrong- but any of the personal-ness to it is ABSENT bc again.. we have rarely seen these people do anything. Stop calling them your family Samson! NONE of you know each other !! Also him calling out Rudy for playing the odds and then acting like he's all fond of him is wild. Amanda being so thrilled this 19 year old girl is marrying her boss is insane. AND Immortal just invited his own ass back, that shit is hilarious. You know that fucker would make anyone asking to come back jump through hoops.

I have played a bit with the idea of danger blind Debbie and it just.. it makes enough sense to me. Her response to terrible shit happening just being like 'well this is annoying : /' while everyone else is freaking out. I feel like Nolan would have been like ??? squishy human not afraid ??? and Debbie's response like ?? you think you're special bc you can kill me?? literally anything could kill me ! Why should I be afraid of you just bc you're fast and strong? A slow person with an air filled needle could get me !! and Nolan just having to be like : / Okay. I guess I see your point.

Look I find the over all narrative and some of the characters fascinating enough that I WANT to engage with and talk about this media, but honestly, I am such a hater and I don't even try not to be xD Invincible is my BUT YOU COULD BE GOOD IF YOU WERE GOOD fandom fr. 'star wars would be great if it wasn't star wars' is a thing I've seen half-jokingly get thrown around and for me its 'Invincible could be good if they weren't adhering it to the comic' lol

TBH I started a 'Cecil basically becomes Mark's parental figure' story that would take place in my Liar Liar/Man Who Played Wolf AU, but I ended up disliking it so I never really went back to salvage it. Maybe I just need to refocus and honestly just make it about Cecil : /

Honestly given a number of the dumb things the GDA gets up to I wonder how good they are at strategizing lol Like.. I really hoped they would leave out the 'we knew Nolan was lying FROM THE START!' thing, bc.. okay... he's a viltrumite. You have only just recently barely found anything that could hurt them... but... like... 20 years on the planet... and not only did you find nothing you didn't WARN anyone ? like ? where's the contingencies ??? Also I will never get over them not giving that astronaut a medical check up, just so he could go puke up more aliens into his sink. Sometimes I also think they deliberately prevent heroes from getting access to education bc the moment one of those fuckers learns how to strategize then you're ACTUALLY fucked, bc they really do make some dumb decisions in battles. constantly.

Yapping bug ! time for the yappings !!

While I'm not too familiar with the DCU- your batfam meta posts are intiguing- so in transfering some of the broader strokes from them- I think you tackling a 'Mark isn't Nolan's biological son' fic would be fascinating. Sort of a step to the side of the 'what if Mark never got his powers' fic that sometimes pop up in the fandom

OOOOOO chewing on this currently, hm, the much a distinct flavor of exactly what you’re talking about, but the potential for more family drama depending on WHO knows. Does Mark know?? Is he waiting every day only to be crushed? Does he confused non-Debbie features with Nolan’s? I suppose I’m not the most enthusiastic about non-power AUs, but I think there’s something very fun to explore about Mark having to settle with, if he knows all his life, he will never have powers? I think the trajectory of his dreams will obviously shift, I can see him still having that distinct fatherly idolization, but perhaps embraces being useful to the GDA? Cecil’s number one intern—only intern—curtesy of nepotism, ha! There is something tickling me about Mark taking the Robin Route/Role for the Teen Team in terms of having no powers, just insane skills, BUT there’s something way more delicious about intern Mark when s1e01 happens and Mark tries snooping around to find out the truth about what happened to his Dad.

I wonder if, with Mark having a whole another father, if they’re more or less distant relationship, depending on WHEN Nolan entered Mark’s life? Like if Debbie met Nolan later for this, or just for fun, they dated once, separated (Mark being born during then), then they happened to stumble into each others lives again and Mark’s already been born, anywhere from tween to teenager so there’s a gap in how close they are. I feel like one important aspect of the whole Family Drama is how close they’re supposed to be, a functional, loving family turned upside down? So I wonder what more distance does. I wonder how Nolan copes when his family is entirely human and he can’t project onto Mark.

I love thinking about these, omg.

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breaking out of selective mutism is the hardest thing i’ve ever had to do tbh and anytime someone makes me feel bad for not speaking i want to kick them in the shin

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IM SURE YOUVE ALREADY EXPLAINED IT SOMEWHERE but.. may i ask about the story in bitter choco decoration. I like those guys :)

you’d be surprised but i apparently have never talked about these particular ocs’ story in detail on this particular tumblr blog. so i shall do just that…. i tried to summarize but it got kind of long oops, as it always does when i talk about my mentally ill ass ocs

so! as u might already know the guys in the video are rikki and william, and the animatic happens from rikki’s pov. rikki is basically the golden child of the family—smart, well-behaved, always keeping her parents satisfied, etc etc. generally she is put under a lot of pressure a lot of the time. and then her family decides to get an insurance child so to speak—just in case rikki fails in life—but they don’t want to go through the trouble of raising another one, so they decide to adopt.

that’s where william comes in, baby! now he is decidedly Not the golden child. he is the problem child. parents thought they could reform him—well, not much to show for that. but him and rikki surprisingly get along, even though they’re opposites. william actually gets someone who cares about him for once and wants him to be okay, and rikki gets someone who wants her to be more bold, stand up to others and consider what she herself wants instead of people-pleasing. he even gets her to make snide jokes and cut her hair. they’re best friends, it’s nice. for a while.

but, none of it is perfect. you know how rikki always seems to be smiling even though she’s clearly not having a good time? and you know all those red eyes that appear pretty much everytime william’s on screen? rikki has so many layers of masks that william never really feels like he actually knows her. and william, even though he mostly wants rikki to do her own thing, can still kind of be selfish and controlling (because he’s a teenager, and traumatized, and scared of losing his best friend, but it doesn’t change the fact that rikki feels the same pressure from him as she feels from their parents).

so this all culminates when they’re in high school and rikki buries herself in work—she wants to secure a good education and a good job so that she can actually get them both out of this shitty abusive household. for the first time in her whole life, she has a Goal that she personally has chosen. she now has someone to work hard for. but she also ends up spending a lot less time with that someone because of her studying, and it eats at william and eats and eats until—it turns out rikki’s hard work has actually paid off. she’s gotten a scholarship, and she can leave for a good university and she’s finally achieved something that she herself has wanted to do and not anyone else. for both of them. for her brother.

except her brother doesn’t react with support, like usual. he’s not cheering her on now that she’s fulfilled her dream and beyond. he just looks betrayed. because they’re best friends. they promised to be there for each other, to get out of this hellhole house together. how could she leave him behind? how is he supposed to make it without her, who is he going to have on his side? william loves her and wants her to be happy but he doesn’t want her to leave.

so in turn—because rikki is a) an avoidant little bitch who would rather masterfully evade conflict than try to have an opinion and b) doesn’t want her brother to hate her forever and not speak to her ever again—in turn, rikki, as always, as second nature, lies. i mean, it’s her dream, it’s something she’s been working towards for years, but she’ll stay. she’ll leave it behind. it makes perfect logical sense to her—best of both worlds: she doesn’t spend the last summer at home with her brother resenting her, and she still gets to actually go to university. it is basically flawless.

all up until, you know, the day comes where she actually has to move out and go to university. and william inevitably finds out that she lied to him. and they fight. it’s not good. it’s not happy. they end up separating on really bad terms, and not talking for the next 7 years because william runs away from home pretty much soon after rikki leaves (it’s not shown in the animatic but he does go MIA, rikki visits home once on holiday to find that her brother is just Gone, no one knows where he is, her parents couldnt give less of a shit, not great all around!!!) then rikki ends up graduating and looking for an easy first job, just to kind of set her foot in Job World.

unfortunately, it is also the exact same easy, convenient job that her brother ends up picking. hoo, boy. long time no see.

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I know “and he was in a coma all along” is an edgy cringe theory for most series, but my version for Svsss is that Shen Yuan’s soul did get transported to another fantasy world, but his family found his body in time to keep it from dying. They have more money than god and have been spending it to keep his body going for years (very much like Luo Binghe, honestly he would probably relate). This can have a tragic edge where he never wakes up, but if the System ever sends Shen Yuan back for some petty reason, he would probably question if everything actually happened or not. Unless the System pops up just to be like “I never said you were dead :)” (Binghe finds him and gets him back within a month, but things were probably getting pretty rough for both of them for a minute).

ohhh the idea of the Shen family keeping his comatose body alive the same way Binghe preserved his corpse is FUCKED, I love it. can you imagine waking up from a coma after having lived in a fantasy world for like twenty years where you were gay married to a demon. what. how do you even go back to normal life after that. I'm imagining this ending with an absolutely distraught man in xianxia style clothing barging into the hospital/house/wherever the family is like WHERE IS SHIZUN!!!!!! brandishing a sword and everything, and the only thing keeping them from calling the fucking cops is that Shen Yuan is fucking THRILLED to see him and yelled at anyone who tried to escort this strange man with a sword out of the premises

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First up, Rosalina is such a pretty name?? omg???

Honestly idk if Eloise would/would be able to stop being friends completely with Pen especially if Colin marries her - but they wouldn't be anywhere near as close if Aether was in the picture (or if Rosalina was either) bc yeah Eloise values her brother and his happiness but also like. Aether could die. Bad stuff could happen to her and Rosalina too. And her entire family could get affected by any rumours that follow up - and as much as she'd like to hope that Pen wouldn't do something that drastic (esp if she marries into the Bridgerton family therefore making it so that SHE might also get dragged down) she rlly just can't take the chance no matter how intelligent she thinks/knows Penelope is, so Eloise would definitely become 5x as careful whenever she's around Pen.

As for Rosalina and Eloise, Aether is their BIGGEST supporter - will tell any lie they have to in order to let the two of them get a chance to stay together. Luckily for Rosalina, Aether has plenty of experience having to make up elaborate yet truthful sounding stories in order to deceive people in to believing that they are (literally they had to make one up as soon as their aunt came to their home and told them that they should be out in high society - on that note no, their aunt does NOT know) what they say they are so they help come up with a story which is fool proof enough that when Aether, Eloise and Rosalina come back into Mayfair no one thinks to question them.

Benedict for a while probably would stay in Mayfair cause he's still interested in his art and everyday it seems like some of the people in Mayfair are gonna show him all sorts of hidden parts of their society but he probably comes to visit Aether and Eloise the most and maybe eventually he also goes off to travel to see parts of the world himself (there's so much more art to discover if he opens himself up to it)

Though Aether finds it mildly hilarious whenever Benedict visits and he still hasn't found some sort of partner. They'd be saying whatever the Regency era equivalent of "how are you STILL bitchless my guy?" to him bc it is HILARIOUS to them that they're technically married even though they're not really interested in ANYONE, Eloise is 'married' but also has a proper life partner and Benedict who has supposedly been in the queer scene for longer and has had multiple partners in the past is visiting all by his lonesome. Aether is unsure whether to laugh or to try and help him find someone cause this guy need a muse SO BAD.

And yeah both Eloise and Aether would be the fun aunt/uncle type people, they're bringing back gifts and (child appropriate) stories about their travels and they're genuinely just both pretty good with the kids in general - though sometimes the rest of the Bridgerton's aren't sure how they should feel about it cause there's a possibility Aether WILL teach their sons or daughters to fence or do archery and Eloise is usually very pro them learning this sort of thing because at least this way they're all having equal education of these sorts of things right? Aether is 100% not being biased towards the kids so that's great (the Bridgertons are slightly panicking because WHAT THE FUCK NO DON'T TEACH THAT ONE TO FENCE NO HE'S GONNA HARRASS HIS SIBLINGS STOP THAT)

I wanna make a Bridgerton OC that's a bit of a gender fuck (maybe nb or genderqueer or smth idk) who technically feels disconnected from their birth sex and gender as a whole but rejoins high society parading themselves as a male (cause it makes life easier) and for them to end up in marriage of convenience with Eloise Bridgerton (probably use he and she instead of them - that was purely just for this post.)