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isagaiia Ā· 8 days ago
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you are the wolf
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keferon Ā· 3 months ago
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Did you think I was done? Ahahahaha no, I have more.
Because chapter 70 of MOMU gave me the very dynamic between them that I missed so much, I just blacked out and started drawing uncontrollably lmao
Also. ALSO. I noticed a while ago that Prowl has the habit of..likeā€¦constantly frowning. So. I did a bit of research and made this graph.
In 70 chapters, Prowl frowns rougly 104 times. And the intensity of this gesture is very clearly correlated with the development of his relationship with Jazz, as you can see ahahahahah It might be wrong tho donā€™t take me seriously Iā€™m not good with graphs
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#maccadam#transformers#prowl#jazz#jazzprowl#fic fanart#momu fanart#I just#mmmmm#For the whole fic Prowl had to think twice about everything Jazz says#every information could end up being wrong#sometimes even without Jazz realising it#so when Prowl says#heā€™s trusting Jazz. itā€™s.#also it totally wasnā€™t me googling ā€˜believing and trusting nuance difference in englishā€™#the moment I realised the difference I think my brain started rollercoaster loops#he canā€™t believe him but he found enough faith to trust him#while. YES. For the whole story Jazz couldnā€™t fucking be believed#list e n#Jazz did a lot of things for Prowl#fucktons of big and small gestures to show that yes he likes loves and appreciates Prowl#Iā€™m so happy Prowl is returning this energy#like#remember that scene a while back when Jazz kissed Prowl? Cool cool okay. Did Prowl kiss him? nope. It was one sided gestures#*gesture. That kiss didnā€™t make me feel like itā€™s truly something precious because Jazz started it but Prowl didnā€™t do quite the same#but thisšŸ‘†. This feels so much more important for me. Because Prowl#who is for the whole story was mister I calculate every chance of possible betrayal. Prowl whos entire personality is to trust nobody#Prowl goes. Fuck that I trust you. You feel me?#it wouldnā€™t be the same if he said I love you. Because love is very much something you donā€™t have a lot of control over.#but to trust someone? Itā€™s a choice Prowl had to consciously make. You see what I mean? I love it. oh fuck I ran out of tags..
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supernormalblogname Ā· 5 months ago
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the princess & the knight
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vcrnons Ā· 2 months ago
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user vcrnons' last straw.zip
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the-magpie-archives Ā· 4 months ago
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Tips for writing London as a setting if you've never been there
London's a popular place to set a story! It's often imagined as sexy, cool, and suave. Whilst this is sometimes true, the thing that it predominantly is, is absolutely and entirely chaotic! So here are some aspects that you may not know about:
-Public transport is absolutely crucial to the infrastructure! Few people drive in London because of how well connected it is, and bus stops and train stations are often used as meeting points or details in directions.
-There's a LOT of crime, like, a lot. All cities have it, but London has a lot of variety. Stabbings are incredibly common (to the extent where it becomes a bit of a joke), almost everyone has a story where they've found or seen a dead body, and there are many money laundering/drug den fronts under the guise of highstreet shops (they're not well hidden).
-Despite it's chaos there's a strong code of etiquette most people hold themselves too. Some are actual rules (stand on the right side of escalators, don't queue jump) but some are simply social expectations (don't stop in the middle of the pavement, keep your bags close to your body, don't take up multiple seats.)
-A lot of tourists to the city are COMPLETELY FERAL and widely hated. They'll stand in the middle of the road, block up bridges, swing around cameras and selfie sticks in busy places, and completely ignore the social standards of polite society. People Do Not Like This. (also American tourists have a tendancy to just randomly start conversation with people? It's a bit weird and generally not done but it's not strictly a bad thing.)
-Rush hour is INSANE. We're talking almost static traffic, trains so packed that you're pressed into people on every side, buses that are so full they can't stop to let more people on. Some days it's better some days it's worse, but if you can avoid travelling at those times YOU DO.
-There are a lot of scam artists on the streets. Most major cities have these, they suck, they're aggressive, and they'll take your money! Some give you flowers and then force you to pay, some take photos of you and boost up the price to get them, there's always new ones, they're relentless, and you've gotta tell them to fuck off.
-Black cabs are not at all popular for normal people! They cater to tourists, rich people, and old people. They're great, the cab drivers are hard working and very knowledgeable, but they're also very expensive. Awful as it is, uber's cheaper if you're desperate, but buses go everywhere so it's just not really worth it.
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deadchaoticcosmos Ā· 3 months ago
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1976
regulus: hey, your eyes have a little green in them
james: *grinning like an idiot, he has only ever been told he has brown eyes* huh
1996
draco: hey, your eyes have a little green in them
harry: *grinning like an idiot, he has only ever been told he has his mother's eyes* huh
imagine the huh as kinda a laugh
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fruitsyrups Ā· 1 year ago
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arts and crafts with bmo
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sideblogdotjpeg Ā· 6 months ago
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ive been thinking about the red string superstition recently and also sol bufo always and it makes me sick how uncannily caldwell tanner has made sol to perfectly target me personally
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#naddpod#ba2mia#ba2umia#solum bufo#swag daniels#calliope petrichor#calder kilde#alexandrite#posts by me dot com#okay..... SECRET TAGS RAMBLE!#so basically this superstition is like ... i think a chinese/buddhist/taoist superstition?#ive taken some creative liberties with it... but its mostly accurate to how its been told to me?#but of course theres lots of variations! some more abt bad luck; some say to tie it on the doorknob#etc etc ... lots a variations#i was also rlly interested in the .... weird illogic? of the thing?#like the red attracts and repels spirits at the same time#so thats something i was thinking about with too. red is assocuated with both swag and alexandrite. which to me was kinda reflecting like#i think what murph said . swags place in the wild is in a way. an extension of what he learned from the network#mothership s inextractivle from sol and swags lives. they will always be held doen by it. thats the spirit that will follow them forever#that they choose to hold on too! as much pain as it brought ... some of the experience was worth it#and anyway. theres somethingwrong w me that the minute someone brought up this superstition my brain went#'ohhh just like sol!' < needs to touch grass moment#but i CANT BELIEVE. CALDWELL DID THE RED STRING. AND ITS LITERALLY A MOURNING RITUAL#caldwell keeps accodentally makig that frog ASIAN. to MEEEE!!!!!!#but. anyway. idk. ive always hced sol kept the piece of yarn and it makes me kinda .... what if y let the malicious spirits follow you.#and haunt you. what if its the closest you can get to keeping the person still around#and sol and swag obviously have so much about homes .... so!#(ok. weve reached the pt where maybe nobodys reading? so confession is this is sort of a well. ive just been doodling this comic everyday#after a wake. and it was sort of inspired after realising i was even a bit sad about it maybe. so. idk its about sol but also?#i guess the projection doesnt end at him being asian. hehe. is what i mean. LOL. okay secret tags over . buried lore. dont look here folks)
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flowercrowngods Ā· 10 months ago
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something so monstrous pt.2
(in which kas feeds from steve and triggers a bad migraine pt.2)
šŸ¤šŸŒ· read part 1 here this part gets really intense on the migraine. descriptions of immense pain, fever dreams, and vomiting, some body horror imagery bc pain can be fun like that
Time and space lose all meaning as Steve remains on the precipice of something that is too violent to be called sleep, but not harsh enough yet to be unconsciousness. Real sensations evade him as everything turns into pain immediately. Even the twitch of his finger becomes a thundering blaze of blinding pain shooting through his body and settling behind his eye until he is sure he will wake up blind.Ā 
The fear of that is everpresent, the blind spots too real to ignore every time it goes like this, and he imagines how they will grow. He imagines how they get worse every time until one day the pain inside his skull will be so immense it will take his eyesight in exchange for alleviation.
And even though it is unbearable, he opens his eyes whenever he can, just to make sure he can see still. Itā€™s an added veil of terror that covers him whole and consumes him slowly but continually.Ā 
At some point he notices something cold and wet being placed over his eyes, adding another layer of darkness that is welcome, even if it leaves an imprint of pressure and sensation on his forehead that makes his skin tear around it, his skull cracking and caving in beneath the touch.Ā 
And still it helps a little, pulling him further toward consciousness but not further toward the pain itself. But Steve can only whimper weakly in response, six feet under a thick cloud of cotton-filled smog that even turns breathing into a chore, polluting his lungs with fear and horror and agony without compare.
He does fall into a fitful sleep at some point, grateful for the short reprieve, but it does nothing to alleviate his exhaustion.Ā 
It feels like his eyeballs are being pushed into his skull for what must be hours upon hours, and the pain is so unbearable, so horrible, that he's not at all surprised when nausea rises in his chest, his body responding to its current state with confusion and a hard-reset.Ā 
Steve keens, trying to roll onto his side, groaning at the flares of pain shooting up into his skull and down into his limbs. They only worsen the nausea and it's pure instinct that gives him the strength to sit up.Ā 
"Kas?ā€ he whispers, swallowing thickly against another wave. "Bathroom?ā€Ā 
Instead of giving him directions or pulling him up to drag him there, Kas wastes no time. He gets up off the floor, approaching him with shuffling steps once more, and gently but quickly lifts Steve off the bed in a hold ā€” firm, yet gentle ā€” that brings another sting of tears to Steve's eyes.Ā Pain and vulnerability and the need for everything to be over. Thatā€™s what makes him cry.
Still he manages to hold on, his head rolling onto Kas's shoulder, the skin of his neck blissfully cool against Steveā€™s overheated forehead pressing into him.Ā 
Make it stop, he thinks. Longs. Aches. Itā€™s supposed to be over. Itā€™s all supposed to be over now.Ā 
He whimpers again, and imagines that Kas is the one to softly shush him this time.
The coolness of Kas's neck is gone all too soon as the vampire sets Steve on the hard, uncomfortable bathroom floor. He doesn't go far, though, crouching down beside him and holding him up over the toilet. Steve can't see anything, but still heā€™s grateful that Kas left the lights off, the bathroom tinged in the same darkness as his bedroom.Ā 
Pathetically, Steve rests his forehead on the toilet seat, chasing the coldness of it as pain and nausea reach their peak. Itā€™s disgusting, but beā€™s not strong enough to care. A whine breaks from him, and he wishes Kas would leave. Even though the cold hand on his neck feels good, and even though he knows he wouldn't be able to hold himself up right now.Ā 
I'm not weak, he wants to say. And maybe he does. But he can't recognise his own voice right now.Ā 
"Not weak, maybe, but pathetic."Ā 
No.Ā 
"You know you are."Ā 
Shut up. Go away.Ā 
It doesn't make sense for Mr Munson to suddenly be here with them, to stand in the doorway and watch his nephew, who is more monster than human these days, holding up the pathetic form of Steve, who is more pain than human. More smoke than human. More vulnerable weakness than remotely human.
Go away. Eddie? I want him to go away. Tellā€” Go ā€˜way.Ā 
The hand wanders, pulling Steve against cool skin again so his forehead rests against the toilet no longer, basking in the cold touch and the warmth of a body to hold him.Ā 
"Safe," Kas says, and Steve wants to badly to believe him. Wants Wayne to leave, wants everyone to leave and just let him suffer in silence and solitude like always.Ā 
Wayne starts talking again, but Steve can't hear him this time as he suddenly heaves and retches, throwing up what little he had to eat today.Ā Over and over and over.
It goes like this for a long time. He has no idea how long. Has no idea where he even is anymore.Ā 
The world tilts a few times when he loses his grip, his arms buckling, his hands spasming and giving out, and still he never falls. Only ever feels the cold, damp skin of Kasā€™s neck.Ā 
Kas has to carry him to bed when he's done and on the brink of passing out again, and Steve doesnā€™t mind this time. Kas also hands him a glass of water or two before pushing him back to lie down again. Thatā€™s nice.Ā 
The wet cloth returns, and Steve isn't aware of his surroundings for much more after that.
ā€”ā€”Ā 
The next time Steve comes to, he feels like he was freshly dragged through Loverā€™s Lake until his lungs gave out. His head is pulsing violently, his senses are sluggish and everything feels foggy. He has no idea where he is, the room pitch black around him as he lifts a lukewarm damp cloth from his eyes.Ā 
A soft groan falls from his lips as he stretches his aching, cramped limbs, rubbing his hands over his face and regaining the feeling in his body. Little pinpricks of phantom pain shoot through him, his mouth tastes like ash and his head protests rather violently against his pathetic attempt at sitting up.Ā 
He is disoriented and something about his vision is still messed up, something in the depths of the room not quite right and leaving him with a dizziness he canā€™t quite shake, followed by a wave of anxiety that somethingā€™s wrong with his eyes.Ā 
He blinks. Blinks again, finding more things in the strange room as he does, his sluggish brain slowly catching up and filling in the blanks.
It all comes back to him like a tidal wave when he suddenly finds himself blinking at a pair of red eyes, softly glowing and wide open.Ā 
ā€œKas,ā€ he croaks, his throat absolutely parched.Ā 
One second heā€™s wincing at that, the next he finds a cool glass of water pressed into his hands before the eyes and the shadowy form they belong to retreat to the foot of the bed again.Ā 
Ā ā€œThanks,ā€ he murmurs, stalling as he takes a sip. Embarrassment rises in him, but he doesnā€™t want to apologise. The thought of that somehow makes the vulnerability that much worse, so he tries to ignore it. Itā€™ll all be fine if they simply not acknowledge it.Ā 
He wants to ask for the time instead, wants to know how much the migraine took from him this time, but he knows Kas doesnā€™t really understand the concept of it all, let alone know the numbers.Ā 
A silence settles between them and itā€™s somewhere between welcome and uncomfortable. Just like everything that happens in Hawkins. It makes Steve feel like a ghost again, but this time heā€™s a ghost in the room, not just in his own head. Heā€™s the one whoā€™s out of place.
With a little sigh, he places the glass on the makeshift nightstand again and falls over onto his side. His head is mad at him for it, still feeling too fragile for sudden movements, but lying down feels better than sitting.
Thereā€™s a huff from Kas that sounds more amused than derisive, so Steve looks at him. Looks at the shimmer in those eyes before closing his own again, not wanting to be looked at right now.Ā Not wanting to face it.
ā€œYou,ā€ Kas says then, his voice quiet and without the edge of that animalistic growl. The sound of someone whoā€™s not meant to speak at all. The souvenir of someone who was human once before Evil grabbed him and modified him to His liking.Ā 
ā€œMe,ā€ Steve says, an automatic response, just as quiet. Heā€™s listening.Ā 
ā€œHowā€¦ How areā€¦ā€ Kas struggles, huffing in frustration at the words that refuse to come, but still itā€™s the most coherent Steve has ever heard him. It makes him sit up half way again; leaning his weight on one arm to focus all his foggy and cloudy attention on the vampire trying to ask him how he is feeling.Ā 
No more words come, though, the question half finished in the air between them. But somehow it makes Steve smile. Just a little bit. This feels important.Ā And huge.
ā€œMy head hurts,ā€ he answers truthfully, amused when Kasā€™s eyes snap back to his. To search them. To communicate something.
ā€œHurts?ā€Ā 
ā€œYeah. It will, for a while. Always does. Nothing to do about it, really.ā€ He wishes he felt as indifferent to it as he sounds, but thatā€™s just the tiredness clouding his tone. Itā€™s fast approaching now that he knows heā€™s relatively safe. Now that he knows he can rest. His arm gives out and he slides, slowly this time, back to lie on the pillow. ā€œBut itā€™s not as bad. And the other pain is gone, soā€¦ā€Ā 
So. He could go home now. He should, probably. Ignoring the weakness in his bones and the exhaustion in his every fiber. If he closed his eyes again right now, he could fall asleep.Ā Still, maybe he shouldā€”
ā€œStay,ā€ Kas says again, and Steve really should have figured. Heā€™s not quite well enough to really fight him on that, though, so he shrugs.Ā 
ā€œFine,ā€ he mumbles into the pillow, halfway back to slumberland already.Ā 
Thereā€™s movement on the foot of the bed, and before he knows it Kas has tucked him in again, draped across the pillows as he is. Itā€™s still unreal, that, but Steve wonā€™t complain. Whatā€™s even more unreal, though, is the image Steve gets of Kas curling up by the foot of the bed in a similar position. As if he still means to keep watch.Ā 
Itā€™s ridiculous. A little weird. And sort of endearing.
ā€”ā€”
The next time Steve wakes, everything around him is a little brighter, daylight fighting weakly to fill the room, but it stands no chance against the large wooden planks and thick curtains meant to block it out permanently.Ā 
He blinks away the heaviness, taking stock of his body. There is a crick in his neck and burgeoning cramps in his side and hip from the position heā€™s still in, and this head still is a pulsing, aching mess ā€” but no more than usual.Ā 
He taps the pads of his fingers to his thumb before flexing his hands. Only then does he stretch the rest of his body and announce his wakefulness.Ā 
Opposite him, at the foot of the bed, Kas is already awake and still in the same position that Steve saw him last. Did he even sleep? Does he need that? Or has he just been staring at Steve, watching him, ready to carry him to the bathroom again for round two.Ā 
The thought of that makes his skin crawl.
ā€œHi,ā€ he says to fill the silence that is all too inviting for his spiralling mind.
Kas grunts, but it sounds more like a hum. Sort of gentle around the edges. He doesnā€™t move, doesnā€™t seem at all fazed that theyā€™re just kind of staring at each other. Steve swallows, not really sure how to go from here.
He fists the blanket and rubs the linen bedding between his fingers, feels the rough fabric catching on the callouses along his hands as uncomfortable seconds tick by. Still Kas doesnā€™t move.Ā 
ā€œListen, man,ā€ Steve says at last, thinking back to yesterdayā€™s events and the vampireā€™s sudden care. ā€œThanks, alright? What you did, that was, uh. That was nice. You didnā€™t have to do any of that.ā€Ā 
Another hum, and it occurs to Steve that Kas is back in his normal state, retreated back into his mind, hiding from the world himself now that it no longer needs him. Itā€™s a strange thought, that Steve being hurt would be what brings him back. If at all. Maybe heā€™s reading it all wrong. Maybe it as just a coincidence, or maybe Kas tasted something in his blood that made him want to improve Steveā€™s physical state for selfish purposes. Thatā€™s probably more likely.
But it makes him feel even more wrong-footed than before, and it leaves him hyper-aware of the situation. Of their dynamic. Indifference and annoyance andā€¦ He doesnā€™t want it to change, doesnā€™t want some kind of debt between himself and Kas ā€” especially not when Kas has no means to really settle it. But he also canā€™t feign some kind of gratitude when what he feels the most is mortification and embarrassment; and he sure as hell doesnā€™t want Kas to know that either.Ā 
So he throws back the blanket and gets out of the bed, a little dizzy at first, but he doesnā€™t care as he slips into his shoes and hurries out of the room.Ā 
He just wants to leave. Get out of here and go home, go back to bed and get over the mortification of having been seen like this. Of having been taken care of. By someone who doesnā€™t even like him. By someone who hissed and snapped at him one moment and then carried him to the bathroom the next.Ā 
ā€œIt looks like thereā€™s nothing human left in him, but we do have data that suggest otherwise.ā€ Owensā€™s words echo through his mind as he crosses the living room. ā€œIt seems to be in hiding, the Munson part of him; thatā€™s our hope at least. That you can get him back out one day, make him win over the vampire part. It could be like a self defence mechanism, I guess. We hope he can still be coaxed back into the land of the living. How, though, we donā€™t know.ā€
Was this what happened? Has Steveā€™s weakness triggered the human part of Kasā€™s tortured brain to take over? No, that canā€™t be.Ā 
It seems unreal. Unlikely. Wayne telling him stories or Dustin talking about their campaign, that should have helped. Even Mike playing the guitar, or Robin rambling about something or other; all of that was much more close to who Munson was. Or used to be.Ā Eddie Munson never struck Steve as someone who took care of people naturally. Someone who stepped in. He stepped up, sure, but only ever for the wrong reasons.Ā 
It makes no sense. So it must be wrong; just Steveā€™s exhausted brain grasping at straws. It usually does that, anyway. Nobody knows if Eddie is even still in there. Part of Steve hopes heā€™s not.Ā 
Just as he reaches for the front door, ready to just get out of here and pretend like nothing happened, he feels a presence behind him. Kas followed him out of the bedroom, standing in the doorway now with an unreadable expression. It's the blank one he usually takes on, but where before it was normal, it throws Steve off now. Maybe because he saw how Kas can look at him. How expressive his eyes can get.
He holds them, the red shimmer a little dimmer out here in the brighter living room.Ā 
And maybe it's the blankness in those eyes, or the lack of judgment in Kas's every action, but whatever it is, it makes Steve let go of the door and turn to face Kas properly.Ā 
"Why'd you do it?"
The vampire inclines his head. Listening. Always listening. Steve doesn't know how he never noticed that. It seemed so primitive before. Like how a dog will react to its owner speaking, but never process the words. Kas processes, though.Ā So Steve keeps going.
"Why'd you... You kept saying that word. Safe. Do you, uh. Do you know what it means?"Ā 
Slowly, his eyes growing a little less blank, Kas nods.Ā 
Steve looks around the cabin, swallowing thickly, still feeling so out of place in here, still feeling the need to run and leave it far behind. But something makes him stay. Makes him want to understand.Ā 
"You wanted me to feel safe?" Again, Kas nods. "Why?"Ā 
There is hesitation there, and Steve wonders if it's because he doesn't want to tell him, if he doesn't know the answer, or if he doesn't know how to answer. It's a loaded question, maybe.Ā 
"Pain," he says at last, his voice barely discernible from a growl, but somehow Steve seems attuned to it now. Maybe because he listens now. Because he wants to know. To understand.Ā 
He waits, watching as Kas struggles for more words once more. Just like last night.Ā 
"Know... Know... pain. Know.ā€ He taps his temple with a clawed hand, and Steve's heart falls, his chest aching with realisation.Ā 
Right. He would. He would know pain like that. If what the doc says is right, if what Vecna taunted them with is right, if every working theory the kids have is right, thenā€¦ yeah. Kas would know. Heā€™s know something about pain. More than any of them. Pain so intense it splits you apart from yourself.Ā 
"Shit," Steve whispers more to himself than to the room, crossing his arms in front of his chest to hug himself and keep from digging deeper, keep his heart from falling further, and keep the horror at bay.Ā 
He doesn't want to imagine the kind of torture Kas went through. Is still going through, if what the doctors say has even more truth to it. If Munson is still in there, still suffering because human minds have a way of holding on to pain ā€” Steve knows soemthing about that, too.Ā 
"I'm sorry," he offers. It's all he can offer.Ā In the end, itā€™s all thatā€™s left.
And still it's so lame. It's not enough.Ā 
But Kas just nods again, a pained shadow of a smile appearing on his face. Something transpires between them in that moment, Steve can feel it, but he can't really define it. Maybe some kind of understanding. Some kind of safety.Ā 
"I gotta..." he starts, motioning to the door behind him. "I gotta go. Will you be fine? Did you have enough, y'know, to drink?"Ā 
Another nod, and the smile widens a little. Looks a little less pained this time.Ā 
"Good," Steve says, stuffing his hands into his pockets, lifting his shoulders to his ears, trying and failing to seem casual in the face of those glowing eyes. "Iā€™llā€“ I'll see you around, yeah?"Ā 
And then he's out the door, his head spinning and aching, his steps heavy with the weight of whatever has changed between him and Kas in the past twenty-four hours.Ā 
... sooo. part 3 anyone?
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padfootastic Ā· 5 days ago
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every time i read a fic where lily evans is upheld as a paragon of justice and the underdogs and the vulnerable, i die a little inside
bc,,,,are we talking ab the same gal who kept defending snape for atleast five years of hogwarts and however many before that? who overlooked his bigoted actions, even when others called it/her out on it?
ugh
(now james, on the other hand? we have such clear evidence that he fits this archetype but ofc thatā€™s overlooked isnā€™t it. gonna shut up here but will take the rant into the tags)
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lokh Ā· 8 months ago
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what do you think toshiro's version of laios would've been like if he was still with the group during the shapeshifter shenanigans
there have been a few speculations in the tag and among the fans and they are all very good SO i am going to take this opportunity to insert a bit of my shipping bias as i like in my interpretation LMAO agdsfgdfgv
i noted that in actuality shuro seems to have a very good grasp on laios' character??? this is most obvious in the manga later on but even seeing how he criticises laios in their fight... iirc nothing he says is actually untrue or wildly exaggerated, and while he does express frustration over something he feels like laios Should have control over (noticing his cues), he is also aware that laios isnt being malicious and that hes Just Like That. what i mean to say is that while i think his version of laios may seem more pushy and in-your-face, i dont think it will be overwhelmingly so. if its post-fight, i think the idea of laios (and marcille) being willing to do anything to get falin back made a big impression on him, as well as the idea that they need to eat and rest in order to succeed in their goals, so those aspects would be prominent in his version. he seems pretty observant, so i think for the most part the physical traits would line up, but i think there would be specific things that stand out to him that would appear strangely striking on his version of laios (like. idk something about his eye colour or the subtle contrast of his armour and chainmail. he seems to have a weird sense of aesthetics if extras are anything to go by lmao). if hed actually been paying attention all those times laios had gone on about what the hell ever, then it might be even MORE hard to tell apart his version since he would also have a good grasp on what laios should know. so either his version of laios is pretty difficult to pick out, OR despite the character being accurate his appearance is too. stylised lmao (exaggerated features or something) OR!! they just get him to pull out his monster gourmet guide thing and are able to tell from there. iirc everyone was surprised at its appearance so its possible toshiro had also never seen it before
IN MY IMAGINARY SHIPPING SCENARIO............ lets say that his laios isnt able to be picked out immediately and that the monster guide thing also doesnt immediately occur to anyone. what the real laios Specifically notices is how close this other laios keeps getting to shuro. and hes like. ??? why is he getting so close to him, theres no way i get that close to him??? but no one else seems to be picking up on it as weird, so hes having a small crisis like do i REALLY get that close to him???? and now that hes on the outside he notices shuro subtly leaning away and he feels both a wave of shame and..... protectiveness??? (JEALOUSY??????) and he immediately steps in and grabs him like Hey!!! cant you see hes uncomfortable???? weve been through this already!!! and like. ok i cant believe im doing this again but i need to separate this into different endings
a) the whump route: i dont think shuro ever envisioned Actually Telling laios about his frustrations outside of being basically cornered into it. has he ever spoken up against what was expected of him?? has he ever been confrontational???? i think part of what held him back from expressing his frustrations, along with the cultural norms, could be fear of what the reaction would be. if he had done the same in any other aspect of his life (his family, his inheritance), i think he would expect disappointment, disapproval, more proof that he doesnt add up to expectation. to be honest i dont think he Truly believes that laios is the type of person to react like this. but it was strong enough to prevent him from acting and i think would be projected onto his image of laios. maybe fake!laios says something dismissive like Well if it really bothered him hed say something right? what, he cant even stand up for himself? cmon, shuro, prove that you cant handle it just like everything else. and thats pretty much the fastest giveaway that it isnt really laios. of course this would be a HUGE tonal departure from what the actual episode/chapter was, so:
b) the dumbass route: both laioses break into fisticuffs, and, yes.... barking. and so they speedrun the entire encounter as the shapeshifters true form appears and, after laios points out that thinking too hard about others versions of you can tear apart groups and peace of mind, they pointedly do not speak of it again. they think about it though. a LOT
c) the normal route: both laioses argue normal like and the group ends up being able to tell them apart because the fake laios goes on a little too long about how theyre all here for falin and everyones like ok its not like he DOESNT love his sister but.......... the rest of the scenario probably goes like canon, though then i would want to see what everyone Else thought of shuro
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nivea-ah Ā· 18 days ago
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lunarharp Ā· 8 months ago
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shirahama-sensei reminded me she has a thing for the teacher from pokemon s/v so i randomly went off on an au where qifrey is the professor. etc
#witch hat tag#orufrey#the first image is qifrey dressed as that guy. i'm glad she has an inexplicable attachment to some dorky pokemon man like i do#someone was like 'wouldn't it make more sense for deanreldea to be the champion' .... well no. not in my world .#it maps onto magic skill. champions aren't like the Rulers of the land they're just the most skilled at this thing#oru as a burnt out champion who's gently encouraging a kid like coco to reach him one day means a lot to me. i like pokemon narratives#agott went shiny hunting for the same thing coco had but cooler - just to impress her. she really is a pokemon rival type girl#pushing myself to the limit to prove my worth to you - to get to the summit first so i'm waiting for you..#and then realising it wasn't just to be strong - i realised i started wanting to see your smile. i wanted you to have fun.#i think coco would defeat agott at the end of victory road and then defeat oru & i'll probably draw one last thing abt that at least..#the image is very cinematic..the dialogue and music in my mind..I WANT TO FACE ORU!!!!!!!!!!#the super cool insanely powerful awesome champion is the spouse of my professor and he gave me advice at the beginning...no way....#btw the elite four would be the sages which is perfect (and maybe easthies as the first guy?) evil Team Brimhats#coustas as their renegade gladion-type figure. the gym leaders would be like sun/moon and s/v combined#travelling around facing the best students from different classes - so jujy and eunie etc.#i've barely thought about 'teams' or anything bc i care amore about the narrative side of things always lol#but idk. tetia with a swirlix - eunie would be ghost type boy - riche with small things but also a ceruledge or a steelix something massiv#and brushbug would have a final form which is really long like an eastern dragon- fluffy and with wings like a fairy. It's beautiful to me#well anyway *tries to move on to the rest of life now the brief obsession has passed*#obviously oru would be fire-type tho and qifrey would be water-type and they set off together and traded their starters etc.....it goes on
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justabunchofdragons Ā· 3 months ago
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i think the various dynamics of hilson in fic are SO fascinating to consider. i've read ones where house is smitten and bisexual and waiting for the penny to drop for wilson, or vice versa, and ones where they both are crazy about each other but don't want to say anything for fear of ruining the friendship, or ones where both of them are mired in repression so deep that their game of gay chicken only ends when they're in bed together (doing distinctly more than just being in bed together sjkfjkh) its so fun how many options we have!!!
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agendratum Ā· 2 years ago
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chappellrroan Ā· 11 months ago
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people who still hate Joe Alwyn need to get a life asap
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