#remnant choices

[np5enkidu]

why are these characters convinced iori has any game.

[isalabells]

When we were starting, I was terrified. I've never been so terrified in my career. How do you take on 62, in Russia, speaking Russian? How has she changed? It felt like other than the essential core of who this person was, everything else was different. Trying to figure out how to navigate that over the course of six months, there were just days where it was very hard not to let the actual terror of that take over me. But I also think in some ways the fact that there was so much, there was just a certain point at which I was, you just gotta stop thinking about it and just d o. Every day, just do. It felt like the three seasons were about how the relationships had changed, and the confidence that comes with rising through the ranks. And this season I was just like, holy shit!

Wrenn Schmidt on playing Margo Madison in For All Mankind season 4

[wangxianficrecs]

violent delights by justdoityoufucker

violent delights

by justdoityoufucker (orphan_account)

T, 4k, Wangxian

Summary: Wen Qing is fairly confident in her own skills. She knows the theory—wrote the theory—and has performed many surgeries before, has worked with broken cores and devoted her life to the study of it. But there’s something different about this. - Or, the one where the Golden Core transfer goes...sideways. Kay's comments: This story explores an idea that I find super interesting, what if the Golden Core Transfer just didn't work? The odds weren't in their favour after all and here it just doesn't work, Wei Wuxian's core says nope and returns to Wei Wuxian, no matter what Wen Qing attempts. It changes things and for the better, at least for Wei Wuxian and the Wens and I love that and love their relationship especially. You know I'm so weak for Wei-Wen found family vibes. Ah, and now I'm sad again that justdoityoufucker left the fandom. I adore their fics so much. Excerpt: Except, a half shichen later, it disappears. It disappears. The core disappears out of Jiang Wanyin’s body. It’s an instantaneous happening—one second it’s there, channeling the remnants of Jiang Wanyin’s spiritual energy along with Wei Wuxian’s, and then there’s an abrupt, gaping emptiness that is familiar only because it’s how his dantian felt before the transfer. “J-jie?” a-Ning asks at the same moment that Wei Wuxian makes a rough noise of abject confusion, an emotion that is mirrored on her didi’s face. “What’s h-happening?” She forces some of her spiritual energy to remain in Jiang Wanyin’s meridians, cycling to ensure nothing goes wrong, and rushes over to Wei Wuxian, who has suddenly regained some color in his face. It’s hard to focus on splitting her energy, cycling it in two other bodies, but immediately she can tell what’s wrong. Wei Wuxian’s golden core is back in Wei Wuxian, like she never took it out. His meridians are perfectly reconnected, spiritual energy cycling as if it had never been stripped out.

pov wen qing, pov wei wuxian, canon divergence, no golden core transfer, jiang cheng has no golden core, not jiang cheng friendly, pre-sunshot campaign, sunshot campaign, post-sunshot campaign, wei wuxian lives, wen remnants live, families of choice, hurt/comfort, rogue cultivator wei wuxian, angst with a happy ending, everybody lives, wei wuxian leaves the yunmeng jiang sect

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[justarandomhelluvablog]

sorry sorry last time I'm talking about huskerdust tonight but does it fuck anyone else up knowing that Husk and Angel basically lived at the same time but were on opposite sides of the country. But also Husk went traveling. Like these two could have met while they were alive and wouldn't even know it. They didn't even know the other existed until they met at the hotel

Like I have. so many thoughts about this.

[poorlittleyaoyao]

DONGHUA LXC REPLACES HIS SWORN BROTHERHOOD IMMEDIATELY WITH JIN LING (13) AND NIE HUAISANG (USED HIM TO MURDER BY PROXY)???? DONGHUA LXC, WHAT??

Okay, so 1.) the donghua is not my jam so I've only watched a couple of episodes, so I am a poor source of information, and 2.) TECHNICALLY that is not what happens, but it's also not NOT what happens.

Basically, we get an ending montage about how everyone who isn't Wangxian is having the worst time (but that's fine because Wangxian are the only ones who matter!), and we see Jin Ling, Nie Huaisang, and Lan Xichen recreating 3zun's brotherhood oath tableau at the coffin-sealing ceremony.

Which I don't hate on its own, honestly! Immediately after this, the trio separates as a Voiceover Of Busybody Public Opinion speculates on the precarious position of Jin Ling/the Jin Clan itself (as Jin Ling himself bursts into tears upon being given Jiang Cheng's clarity bell)*, tells us LXC "needs some time to recover" (as LXC looks sad and sighs), and remarks how what a great job NHS did overseeing the ceremony (as NHS stands before the monument looking grimly satisfied).

So I think it's meant as "wow look at this fucked-up successor to the Venerated Triad" rather than something positive for anyone involved, but like. The fact that LXC is there at ALL, placidly following the lead of the guy who tricked him into murder, is... a pretty intense fumbling of the character? Even if he has zero regrets about killing JGY (a weird choice but, given that JGY tries to do an MCU villain skybeam at the temple IIRC, not fully incompatible with this canon), he's still going to feel fucked up about failing NMJ, grieve the MY that he once knew, and have zero faith in his own judgment. He's not going to be out here doing sect leader shit just a few days (days! the subs say so!) after all the temple shit goes down. It's weird! I don't like it!

*The choice to place the core reveal after the temple and have JC go into seclusion because of it is, IMO, a worse adaptation choice than literally anything in CQL on so many levels, and it has the unintended side-effect of making Donghua WWX the biggest douchebag of all time. With QS and JGY both dead and JC in seclusion, WWX is the only family Jin Ling has left in donghua canon. And yet! Donghua WWX abandons his 13-year-old nephew (who must now unpack his brand-new trauma and navigate political chaos with NO SUPPORT NETWORK WHATSOEVER BESIDES HIS THERAPY DOG) and skips merrily off into the sunset with LWJ without a second thought. Uncle of all time, truly~

[bonefall]

“I like watching him get tangled up in his own web of self-pity, raising a superiority complex AND an inferiority complex at the same time.”

THAT NIGGA HAS BPD!!,! 🫵

ohSHIT... I didn't REALIZE

Oh noooo is that why I like him so much? Did I read BPD into Nightheart and attach myself like a limpet?? Oh god it makes sense now OTL

I was even planning for him to eventually find out he has a LOT in common with Squilf who I already decided has BPD in BB because I love her so much, is that what I was picking up on subconsciously?

AND BRAMBLESTAR IS A MUTUAL ABUSER OUGHHH... she probably recognizes him using the same tactics on Nightheart that used to work on her! Oh god oh fuck!

LISTEN; I don't rewrite arcs until they're done, so, don't take any of this as canon to BB yet, but... maybe a change I should really anticipate is changing HOW Bramblestar steps down.

I think it would work well with the themes of BB for it to not be his choice, but a... "gentle rebellion." Squirrelflight, Sparkpelt, all of the Firekin, Twigbranch, everyone who has been harmed by Bramblestar confronting him as a group and telling him what's going to happen next.

"You're going to step down. You won't be talking to Nightheart anymore. Enough is enough, Bramblestar."

"So this is how it ends?? This is how you treat me? ...this is what you've felt, all along? I've given EVERYTHING to this Clan, since--"

Just starts ranting, his voice rising in volume, lurches up out of his nest and tries to tower over everyone to make them cower.

They don't budge.

Sparkpelt is eye-level with him, just as big as her father. When he catches her gaze, he doesn't see his daughter's eyes. He sees Jessy, just before she left.

And she sees a child throwing a tantrum.

"Enough is enough."

He does not take the lesson she meant from this. He just hears his traitor of a deputy, his witch of an ex-mate, with her words in his daughter's mouth. He doesn't regret the real reasons; he regrets allowing Squirrelflight to mentor his kit.

And he claps that anger onto Squilf; "StarClan will be the judge of you."

A year ago, she would have been terrified of that. But God is hard to fear when you've been plucked from the heavens and seen his angels die.

"Ok. Anyway,"

then she delves into some boring legal stuff like how he won't sleep with the other elders, the logistics of making this official, going to the Moonpool with a witness, etc etc etc

[sharper-than-a-serpents-tooth]

@scratchface It's in the text though. In his own words he admits he has been projecting Diana onto Athy the whole time to the point where he had forgotten they were different people. This goes beyond recognizing your daughter resembles her mother. Athy's survival literally depended on how well she could imitate her mother allowing Claude to deceive himself for a time. In the earlier chapters she noticed that when she acts like a scared child, like lp Athy, Claude becomes extremely disdainful and has a look on his face as if he were considering to kill her. He hated it when she threatened to break that fantasy.

you might want to read this post on the accidental pseudoincestuous framing in wmmap...or perhaps not cause I feel like you cannot handle the topic.

[verygayandverytired]

i want to live in the world where dragon age inquisition got to have the in-depth strategy / political organization sim elements bioware obviously wanted it to have where your decisions in managing the inquisition actually meant anything for how it operates and had effects on the game world. sadly we live in the universe where art needs to make profit

[asclepyus]

ZHOU YU GOT NUMBER 10 ON THE MOST WANTED SERVANTS TO BE ADDED TO FGO ON FAMITSU SURVEY LETS GO LETS GO THEY WILL RERUN THE REMNANT EVENT AND HE WILL BE ADDED I KNOW THIS WITH ALL OF MY HEART DEEP IN MY BONES IF WE BELIEVE HARD ENOUGH HE WILL APPEAR

[shredsandpatches]

I made pie!

[shalom-iamcominghome]

I went to class yesterday and got some free freeze-dried horseradish and charoset????

[derpinette]

english used to be the normie filter & how you could tell someone was a Trve Internethead but after the DAMNED 2020 quarantine for obvious reasons EveryBody & They Momma is acceptably fluent so now i have to learn swedish or something. -_-

[violetdisasterzone]

okay then. ow.

[ladyseidr]

actually at a point where i just forget what happens to jeremy in canon sometimes. my brain is just like "oh i love him so much <3 isn't it great that nothing bad happened to him— [ remembers playing fna.f2 ] —in an. in an AU. that nothing bad happened in my au. he's fine."

[obessivedork]

THE BROTHERHOOD HAVE A BLIMP??????

[quietwingsinthesky]

Even & Bill & The Master Mr. Razor & Other Things Forgotten, So They Probably Weren’t That Important.

“They still scare you?” says Noble. They spook Bill worse than the patients, if only momentarily before she recognizes them. She lets the mop handle fall loose from one hand to another. Noble’s eyes follow it rather than look at Bill’s face.

“I don’t know.” She looks at the patients, stone-faced and suffering. Noble doesn’t. Their eyes travel up Bill’s arm and jump across her face to a point over her shoulder. “Sometimes, yes, but mostly, no. They’re in pain. I’m… used to them.”

“It’s been a few months. You should be.” Bill grimaces. Noble blinks at them, expression unchanging. “Something’s wrong,” they state.

It’s been seven years, Bill doesn’t say. She wants to, badly, and part of her thinks that if she has to do this much longer, she will. The only thing holding her back is how Razor had explained it, only when Noble wasn’t there to hear.

Amnesia. It comes and goes. Do not tell them. Would be cruel. The day before, the little place he, and Noble, and now, Bill, for such a long time that she couldn’t call it temporary anymore, had to share had smelled like iron and electricity. The air had buzzed until Bill felt dizzy just sitting down in the midst of it. She’d thought it was more serious, a gas leak or something, but then the smell had faded again. Like clockwork each year, it filled the air again, and Noble forgot again, and Bill wasn’t blind enough not to notice those things always came as a pair. She’s had to introduce herself too many times.

“I wish there was something we could do for them,” Bill says to pull both of their attentions away from that, though it keeps tugging guiltily on her mind like it always does when Noble is in the same room with her, when Razor isn’t there to hush a mention of something forgotten. “They can’t even ask for help.”

Noble’s fingers lace together, and then they rise to their chest and grasp at nothing. Bill catches the way their eyes widen for a moment before they force them shut. “They’ll fix the pain.”

“You say that like a fact,” Bill points out, “when they haven’t done anything for them for- Since I got here.” There’s a feeble movement out of the corner of Bill’s eye. A patient rocks into a slouch and shakes and stills. “You don’t believe it, do you? That this treatment is…” Bill doesn’t even know what to say about it. The only word that should ever be used to describe this is horror. Noble shrugs.

“They can’t go back to what they used to be. It’ll be easier one day.”

“So, you’ll be on the table just like all the other volunteers?” Noble frowns at that, like the notion is completely ridiculous.

“No. They would have to force me, and he wouldn’t let them.” It isn’t hard to figure out who ‘he’ is, considering Bill has the same mysterious savior to thank. “I won’t let anyone force you,” they add, like a promise, or a debt.

There are times… Bill will look at Noble, staring at the tiny television trapping the Doctor’s image, and there will be something scared and hopeful in their eyes when they look at him that Bill recognizes too well. Sometimes, Bill will say something about him, her adventures, all the danger, and the way Noble will smile is like they were there. All of time and space, and Bill has to wonder how rare it is to find someone else who knows the Doctor. (Razor never hints at recognition of the Doctor in the same way, so they must have gotten tangled together later, Bill assumes.)

Looking at them is like squinting through fog. There’s something Bill should be able to see, but she can never quite make it out.

Noble reaches out a hand, the one that ends a little below their knuckles and becomes cold metal up their middle, ring, and pinky fingers. It shouldn’t be out of place in a hospital of mechanical replacements.

The fingers curl with smooth precision, with a pride of craftsmanship everything else here lacks.

“Come with me.” Bill takes a step forward.

Wait for me, ties round her ankles and weighs them down.

Before she can decide to, Bill is saying, “I can’t.”

Noble’s hand drops slowly to their side.

“Do you trust me, Bill?” Their fingers curl against their thigh, a near inaudible and yet utterly distracting tap-tap. Bill blinks.

“Yeah?” Noble inhales. They meet Bill’s eyes. Bill- There’s a knocking at the back of her skull, and she’s trying to follow it and look at Noble at the same time. She knows this. She does. And it makes her feel… calm. Like trust is a tide coming in at the shore and she’s buried in the sand.

“You trust me,” Noble repeats. It’s no longer a question.

“Yeah,” Bill agrees. It’s no longer in question. Noble crosses the room to be closer to her, never taking their eyes from Bill’s. Their mouth trembles around their next words as though they’re having trouble forming them.

“Tell me why you… won’t come,” with obvious effort, Noble finishes the sentence and holds eye contact. Deja vu floods Bill’s brain. They’ve done this before, and she’d let it slip out of her mind, and she can’t panic about it because her breathing is in time to that rhythm that wormed into her head a long time ago- Months, no, years, no, a decade, and she can’t put a finger on the source. If it doesn’t belong to Even, they make it work for them all the same. Bill knows she can trust them, and it seems easy to give them information they must already know. They were there.

Bill can’t look away, and she begins to say, “Because the Doctor-”

She stops.

“Your eyes are the wrong color,” she tells Even.

The rhythm ends abruptly, and Noble’s gaze jumps away as though burned. “What?” they demand, confused. “I don’t- What?”

Bill’s mouth feels dry. She swallows and licks her lips. Her head buzzes, near pain for a brief moment, and it dissipates again with an exhale.

The door behind Noble swings open. Bill straightens up, tense until she sees it isn’t Nurse, only Razor looking between them. Noble doesn’t relax when they recognize him, and what spills out of their mouth next is something Bill can’t understand.

She can’t really understand why they’re upset, either.

(They hate this, Razor said. There was only one ‘they’ that he talked about, so Bill always knew, even if he never used their name. Death, dying, fine. Suffering, fine. But conversion? Uncomfortable. So they scurry the city like rats. Anywhere but here.)

The memory slots neatly into their conversation from before, and Bill understands. The patients put Noble on edge.

Razor doesn’t answer them as he enters the room.

Another demand in the same language. Bill would think she’s been too far from the TARDIS for too long if Razor and Noble hadn’t been bickering in gibberish since the day she’d met them. Maybe it never counted as a language properly, couldn’t translate, because it was something only the two of them knew how to speak.

He finally responds shortly, and Noble scowls. They move towards him, and his hand whips out at their face. Bill jolts, but he stops short of contact, instead snapping right above the bridge of their nose. Noble doesn’t flinch, biting at his fingers before he wisely yanks them back, but they shake their head and don’t speak up again. Razor ignores them, and Bill, like always, is left with a weird pit in her stomach.

He smiles, and it barely eases the discomfort.

“Hungry now?” he asks.

That, Bill has to admit, might help a little. If she can keep it down. She’s gotten fairly good at doing that these past few years.