#roses are fucking unkillable are you Kidding

[the-faultofdaedalus]

see i can’t look at that post about delicate pretentious picky rose vs chill survivor dandiliom anymore because you know what does grow fucking everywhere? rose. you know what there’s like, maybeee a couple dozen of in a hectare? dandelion.

respect the rose listen there’s Good Reason why malificent chose to make THAT plant her impenetrable wall. multiflora will live forever and will tear you to shreds while doing it.

[ainescribe]

『　禍 　』　 CALAMITY

FANDOM : kimetsu no yaiba and noragami.

WARNING : mentions of death, killing and blood. UNEDITED.

rusty sky

❝ this was a mistake. ❞ you decide, standing in the midst of the forest where the shadows began to gradually encroach onto the path as the sun slowly set. you weren't oblivious to the rumors of demons milling through the darkness, whispered tales from those fortunate enough to escape their grasp. you knew there was a level of truth behind their words. your parents seemed rather adamant over their existence and that rubbed off on you.

even you, a wayfaring deity, a minor god with little to their name had their reservations with the night creatures. while you were gifted with the strength and speed that far exceeded that of an average human, you were still in a place of vulnerability, knowing fully well that you could die if you were to encounter a particularly powerful demon. yes, you knew it had longevity but immortality? you weren't unkillable.

a twig snapped somewhere in the bushes and you flinched, rapidly spinning around to eye the spot with newfound weariness, eye twitching with terror.

❝ fuck, this WAS a mistake. ❞ you babbled, beginning to pace forward in a stiff, urgent speed walk. ❝ i'm going to suffer a painful death now, aren't i? ❞ a few more twigs snapped and you picked up your pace, sending a quiet prayers to the kamis above to assist a wretched demigod like you.

the bushes parted, the leaves crunched, you could hear heavy breathing in the air. you blinked, feeling your body temperature drop considerably while your skin prickled with terror. something moved in the darkness. you could hear it. you could sense it.

this was it. the end of the line. the curtain call. the climax of your journey.

you looked behind you, now positively panicking, ready to deliver a shrill scream when something stepped into the light. it's dark eyes rose to meet yours, stopping at the sight of you before it opened it's fanged maw and...

...barked.

❝ a dog? ❞ you mumbled, confused and relieved at the sight of the tiny shiba inu that graced your presence. you bent down to pat it’s head, a small smile gracing your face as it yipped, bounding towards you. you crooned inwardly at the sight. ❝ hey there little guy, what are you doing— ❞

the dog began to morph as it came closer, it's teeth growing needle sharp while it's frame seemed to grow.

❝ are you kidding me?! ❞ you screeched with blatant distaste at the sight of the furry and very demonic abomination in front of you. it tilted it;s head to the side, opening it's jaw and delivered a small 'bork' before taking a step forward.

maybe it was friendly?

you didn't have time to react to the blur that lunged towards you, ducking before it could tear you apart. the tree behind you fell prey to it's cruel assault, leaving behind shredded bark that could may as well have been you had you not been careful

never mind. you decided. it's out for blood.

in moments like theses, you were either tasked with the following options as a deity ; a) kill the demon with your shinki and be done with it or b) kill the demon with your bare fists. despite your godly heritage, however, you were still raised by a human woman and said humanity rubbed off on you.

so as a human, your first instinct was to run.

you picked up your pace, your feet carrying you across the forest floor with the demon in hot pursuit behind you. you could hear it cackling now and a few momentary glances showed it turn more humanoid as it came closer and closer. it was speaking, a high, rough and slimy voice that did not sate your nerves in any way.

❝ i just want to play! ❞ it laughed. you could feel it's breath on your shoulder and threw yourself to the side before it could drive it's hand into your stomach. you escaped but your waist stung, red blooming across the torn cloth. you winced, touching the area, staining the tips of your fingers with blood.

shit.

shit, shit shit-

you needed to do something.

but what?

clear you breathing? were you breathing to fast? your chest felt heavy.

okay, calm down. breathe, breathe, breathe.

you didn't dilly dally any further, scrambling to your feet. something struck your head; a fist and you were surprised your brow wasn't split open from the sheer power of the blow. the demon gasped, probably feeling befuddled at your tenacity while you dragged yourself away from it, vision blurring over.

you didn't know where you were headed, running, running, running across the dirt. you lost your slippers along the way, the hard stones digging into the soles of your feet, tearing open the skin and leaving a bloody trail behind you. if you were still conscious, you would have winced, cried out, maybe even berated yourself for leaving a blatant path for that thing to follow behind.

but you were too busy trying to escape. a village; you needed to get back to a village; maybe hide. or find a demon slayer.

if only you had a shinki.

if only you—

your face met brown dirt, fingers digging into the mud as you tried to hoist yourself up again. you were aware of the throbbing in your head beginning to grow worse and the sting in your feet. looking up, you scanned your surroundings. trees, plants, leaves and...a boy?

a boy.

he stood there, watching you. you couldn't make out his features behind his kitsune mask but you groaned anyway, beckoning at him with urgency. ❝ demon. ❞ you croaked out. ❝ run. there's a demon... ❞

he flinched, looking around him with a stance that reflected his confusion. then he settled his gaze on you again. ❝ are you talking to me? you can see me? ❞ he asked, his voice hushed, amazed. you gritted your teeth together. what kind of absurd question was that? why would he even—

oh.

your vision had cleared momentarily and you could see the faint peach glow that seemed to surround him as well as his hazy transparency. ❝ a wandering spirit. ❞ you breathed. was this fate? the opportunity was too good to be true and your body seized up. your pain was forgotten; you were on your feet again. ❝ and a pure soul no less...this is...this is amazing i... ❞

the boy stepped back, bowing his head with a hint of weariness. ❝ what the hell are you going on about?! ❞ he questioned, holding up a hand before you could do anything brash even though the most you wanted to do was probably cackle and tackle him down into a celebratory hug.

you could understand his weariness and sighed, straightening up.

❝ i am a god. ❞ you declare.

silence.

the boy's arms dropped to his sides.

❝ i don't know how you can see but you seriously need some help. ❞ he deadpanned. ❝ you hit your head, yes? if there is a demon close by, the most i can do it guide you out of the forest. find a doctor, you're spouting nonsense. ❞

you shook your head, grabbing the ends of his haori. ❝ please hear me out. ❞ you begged. the boy paused, turning to you. ❝ i really am a god; a minor deity reincarnated. it may seem far fetched but it's true. the demon will be here any second now and even if you help me, i still won't be able to escape. ❞ you inhaled sharply. the boy turned to face you.

❝ calm down. ❞ he said, his voice a little more gentle down. ❝ now continue. ❞

you nod. ❝ you're a pure soul and because of this, i can take you in as my shinki or weapon. if you agree to do so, then i'll have a chance to survive this demon attack and kill it. i'll give you the rest of the details afterwards so please... ❞

he regarded you for a moment.

❝ you need a nichiran blade to slay demons. ❞ he stated flatly. you sighed, feeling exasperation and desperation pile up. you could hear the faint sounds of foliage toppling over and the boy seemed to have picked up on it as well if his taut shoulders were anything to go by. you looked at him dead in the eyes.

❝ trust me. ❞ you enunciated. he stared at you for a split second and nodded. you inhale sharply, feeling something tremble inside you. you didn't know how to acquire a shinki; you were never taught how to by tenjin when you encountered him that fateful day. but you found yourself speaking anyway. ❝ what is your name, spirit? ❞

he hesitated for a moment before answering your question. ❝ my name is sabito. ❞

the snapping grew louder. you nodded. ❝ sabito. ❞ you repeated. ❝ thou, with nowhere to go and nowhere to return, i grant thou a place to belong. ❞ from the depths of your mind, you questioned how these words flowed out so easily, but you kept going, colored light beginning to glow through your fingertips, tracing out the kanji ' 錆 '.

❝ i am the deity [ name ] and i give thou a name to bear as my sacred weapon to defend the people of this plane. with this name, i call upon thee as my shinki. Thou art ; as regalia, ' sho '. come shoki ❞ the light the momentarily enveloped sabito was blinding. between the pounding of your heart and the sudden cry of the demon as it finally tracked you down, you felt a weight settle in your hands and a flurry of feelings and emotions, image after image flitted through your mind.

sabito as a child, his peach head blending with his sibling's and parents in a friendly tussle as laughter rang through the air, sabito kneeling by their dead bodies years later, weeping while the demon slayer cleaned their blade, eyes reflecting a shared sadness, sabito training to wield a sword under stern eye of urokodaki with little giyu as a friend and sabito dying in the hands of a demon.

you hadn't realized you were crying until you were tackled down by the demon, a shuddering gasp escaping you. the peach haired boy in the kitsune mask was now a sword with a peach hilt, the edge of the blade seeming to glimmer with water. your shoulder stung when the demon sank it's teeth into the flesh, nearly ripping it out. your fingers tightened around the hilt and something in you ignited; a spark, a familiar rush that drowned any noise out in you ears.

you could heard sabito's concerned voice ring out in the corner of your mind.

you lifted the blade, slicing the demon's arms off before delivering a kick to it's stomach. it stumbled back, eyes widening when it saw the blade in your hand. ❝ what are you... ❞ it whispered out.

instinct and muscle memory made you raise sabito in your hands, something, something whispering in your head, a faint feeling that was so familiar you acted on it like second nature.

seconds later, you stood over it's disintegrating remains, it's blood staining the katana in your hand. ❝ rest in peace. ❞ you murmur. ❝ revert, shoki. ❞ the light flashed in your hand again, engulfing sabito until he stood in front of you as a boy once more. he was still for a second before patting down his body to affirm that he was human again. you saw he lost his transparency though the faint aura of peach still lingered.

❝ what happened? how did you...i thought you were.... ❞ he took a deep breath, his hands reaching up to his mask to slide it down. ❝ you weren't lying? ❞ asked the lavender eyed boy. you shook your head, feeling dazed yourself.

❝ i wasn't even sure i could do it... ❞ you murmur under your breath. ❝ but i did...you've accepted me and...i saw... ❞ you swallowed, throat tightening. ❝ i'm sorry about the invasion of privacy but i had to bear witness to your past and uh...i can give you a hug if you want... ❞

he hastily shook his head only to freeze up again. ❝ why are you crying?! ❞ he asked, a tad bit hysterical from the events. he awkwardly patted down at your shoulders to offer some form of comfort while you bawled your eyes out, overwhelmed from everything. gripping his haori, you pulled him into a hug.

❝ it's okay, you're okay. ❞ you sniffled. sabito held an expression of helplessness, arms circling around you.

❝ uh, yeah, sure...I'M okay... ❞

[fusrodie]

@ursulaprinze​ sorry about the image but xkit’s fucking with me and I couldn’t reply straight through.

yes and no - it’s understandable that he was fed up and wanted his daughter back, but if “being fed up” and put in a shitty situation was a good justification for mass murder we’d have some issues.

ethan shows the emotional depth of a wooden spoon throughout the game. yes, he’s fed up, but he is too focused on shooting everything in sight that he, you know, forgets that he’s not the only one with problems? what he went through in a (literal) day this village has been going through for almost 100 years. people are taken left and right, most die and no one bats an eyelash. and ethan knows this, because we know this, because he finds out about it through the notes in game. I’m only on my fourth playthrough and don’t have everything memorized yet, but I don’t recall him ever showing any sort of emotion at everything he’s witnessed unless it’s about rose.

in his defense, he still shows some compassion at first, with the whole helping elena thing. past that point all he has is a hammer and everyone else is a nail. but shortly after that everyone is thrown into the same label of “freak” and he wants nothing to do with it. the impression I got was that he dehumanized them all to justify it in his head, even though it was very clear those people weren’t human, but were still trying to cling to some humanity.

I feel like the worst part is that everything he does isn’t even his idea to begin with. the duke tells him “hey go to that castle first they might have rose” and he just... goes with it. hey ethan next flask is with creepy doll girl. nail. fish guy next! nail (and he didn’t even have to kill moreau, he could have sneaked out unnoticed). metal hobo gives you the next flask, wants an alliance. N-A-I-L. he punished all of those people with death for something they didn’t even do.

none of the lords kidnapped rose, or dismembered her, or kidnapped his wife, or shot the person he thought was his wife. miranda set them all up to be slaughtered by giving them the flasks and he did exactly what she wanted, no questions asked. and he doesn’t even have the decency to stop and think about it when he is literally told he’s being played.

ethan’s not special because miranda stole his kid. everyone wanted something back - heisenberg wanted his freedom back, moreau wanted his mother back, donna wanted her family back. if anything, that makes him part of the community. donna lost her sister to miranda, and then lost her parents for it, got experimented on an fell even deeper into the pit she was in. alcina loses the only solace she had in her daughters - that bit of dialogue about “how dare you talk about saving your daughter when you murdered mine”? *chef’s kiss* nothing is mentioned about moreau and heisenberg’s family, but considering how miranda’s “research” was rampant, I wouldn’t be surprised if they died, too. and that’s not even counting all villagers over the years. 

and, see, that’s what makes me pissed about ethan. he piles a bloodbath on top of another because he’s an unkillable death machine that wears plot armor and thinks his kid’s life is worth more than all other hundreds of lives that were lost in the village.

don’t get me wrong, he’s a great character, but he is also very much a grade A asshole.

[imaginaryelle]

Meta: Luminaries and Power in MDZS

Apparently I’m doing meta for the Untamed Winterfest “star” prompt (day 14) because I keep thinking about “rising stars” and “falling stars” and supernovas and the sun and guiding stars, which makes me think a lot (a lot a lot) about Wei Wuxian, and the Wens, and Jin Guangyao, and Lan Wangji.

Like, we have the Wens here, right?

And the Wens are basically the cautionary tale for the whole rest of the plot. “Do Not Covet Power” the story tells us over, and over and over, “Power Will Turn Against You,” but the Wens come (chronologically) first. They wear the sun, and the phoenix. They stand triumphant, the brightest star in the sky, and they start thinking that means they are the sun, the source from which all other power flows, the unkillable generator of life. And so the sun turns scorching—there are too many suns in the sky, shoot them down or all life will burn—and the rest of the world snuffs them out, one by one (until one single sun is left, excuse me while I cry over A-Yuan; okay, we’re good).

Pretty blatant, in-your-face cautionary tale for a whole generation, right? Maybe even two generations? “Hey, look, those people over there, they tried to gather up all the power and they died horribly, maybe we should not do that.” Except none of them learn anything. Anything. They still all think it’s about who’s right, completely ignoring the fact that they’re all operating under a “might makes right” mentality, the lot of them (Especially Jin Guangshaun, of course).

Wei Wuxian starts out as a rising star—the child who came from nothing, but he has so much talent and he shines so bright that no one can ignore him. Even when they hate him, they can’t look away. (He’s also pretty much the only cultivator who regularly talks to the everyday people of the world as if they’re equals, but that’s a whole other thing.) He freely gives power away when he gives Jiang Cheng his golden core. It doesn’t define him, it’s just a tool, which has been very useful but which he can do without.

Honestly, I think if Wen Chao hadn’t found him and dropped him in the Burial Mounds he would have found something else to do. He’d likely stay with Jiang Cheng (who would have to know about him not having a core, once he found Wei Wuxian basically half-dead in that town, I don’t think Wei Wuxian was originally planning to hide that part once it was finished), and still be part of the Jiang sect and consult on tactics and do work that you don’t have to be a cultivator to do (which is a lot, really). He’d still have all the competent-gentleman-skills: archery, riding, calligraphy, etiquette and math, as well as all the general knowledge he’s collected from a truly rarefied education. He can’t use a cultivator’s sword, and he’ll never attain immortality, but there are plenty of other cultivators whose sword skills and quest for a longer lifespan are suspect. Maybe he’d still go on night hunts. Maybe he’d write excellent training manuals or mentor Jiang-sect kids. Maybe he’d make lots of talismans and just wave that in everyone’s faces, idk, it’s really hard to say how talismans work in this universe. Point is, I think he would’ve made things work in a less drastic way than what he ended up with, because at the time the power didn’t matter to him.

But instead Wen Chao does find him and does drop him into the Burial Mound, and whatever happens there (I really, really want to know what happens there), he comes out of it with TOO MUCH power. Power no one has ever seen before. It’s the only way he can survive there. He hoards power for good reasons, for his own survival and (later) to ensure the survival of others, but he is absolutely biting off more than he can actually deal with, and it immediately starts fucking up his life. He’s a supernova in the making. That bottomless source of power not based on his own physical limits + the Tiger Seal + his apparently endless well of traumatic life events means that he is absolutely going to collapse in on himself at some point. He loses reputation, and standing, and then people. He is almost universally reviled, with multiple actions both correctly and falsely attributed to his name. He knows it’s happening—Who can tell me what I’m supposed to do now?—he’s lost every reason he had for hoarding the power in the first place, he’s having uncontrolled explosions of power where thousands of people die, and so he tries to give the power back by destroying the seal so no one can have that power, but power doesn’t work that way: it has to go somewhere, and it goes through him in an event that people are still talking about over a decade later.

And yet. Does anyone learn anything? “Hey, that seal seems like a super dangerous tool there, maybe it should … not be used ever again? Be destroyed? It made that guy incredibly unstable and then he exploded over the whole cultivation world, maybe we should… not?”

No, of course not. (Aside from Lan Wangji, the Nie sect and Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji seems to have developed this knowledge early. Wei Wuxian learns the lesson; it goes hand-in-hand with his (novel) daydreams of leaving the life of a cultivator to be a farmer with Lan Wangji. I think Nie Mingjue knew it too, because the Nie sect has some themes going on with the damage power can do, but he didn’t get a chance to talk about it much. Nie Huaisang, in addition to Nie sect things, is very observant and doesn’t have strong ambition at all until he starts getting fucked with, so he has less to figure out on this front.)

Everyone else still thinks it was about the Wens, and “corruption” and that Wei Wuxian was just wrong, even though they were the ones you know… killing children and elderly people in a culture that supposedly values both quite highly. Power is just power, right? Nothing wrong with power, in fact, maybe we should expand that power even more, with a centralized system of control. Supervisor posts? No, no, these are watchtowers. They’re for your benefit too, I promise. Also blackmail, lets use lots of blackmail and some really deep dungeons, but it’s totally okay because it’s us doing it, right.

Jin Guanyao is Hou Yi, the archer who shot down the sun (that link again), and rose to become an imperial tyrant—whose cruelty led his wife to abandon him (I’ve read multiple versions of Hou Yi, but this one fits here) and cut short his quest for immortality. His whole life is about gathering power, and justifiably so given how aware he is of the precarious nature of his position for most of it. Anytime someone feels like it, they can cut him down with a single reference to his mother. It doesn’t matter what his talents are, or how clever or well-spoken he is. Everything he’s built up for himself can be taken away in an instant, because he’s the son of a prostitute and that means he doesn’t matter. This is not to say that he doesn’t deserve Nie Mingjue’s reprisal or Nie Huaisang’s revenge, of course. He absolutely does horrific, terrible things every step of the way, and for entirely selfish reasons. But he’s Wie Wuxian’s closest foil: here’s what happens when someone of merit, rather than bloodline, seeks power: they’re creative, and innovative, and oh boy are they going to shake the world. This is what happens when cruelty and manipulation take the place of love and affection in a child’s life: each perpetuates itself on a larger scale—I will kill even those closest to me vs. I will die to protect a stranger. This is how the quest for power plays out when the motivation is selfishness, rather than selflessness. In the end, both are inherently flawed, because the power itself is the root of the problem.

Unlike Wei Wuxian, Jin Guanyao holds onto his power until the very last second. Literally, any scrap, even just Lan Xichen’s affection for him. His fall is fast, and guttering—so fast that it’s over before most of the world even knows it’s started. He’s a meteorite, his origins worse than obscure, growing ever brighter in the sky until he crashes to earth, leaving devastation in his wake. And I mean that literally, the power-structure of the world is shattered by the dual events of his exposure and his death. It’s so completely broken that in their rush to consolidate power once more, the person all these leaders turn to is Lan Wangji, who just happens to be the most reputable guy still standing at the end.

So, let’s look at Hanguang-jun, the Light-Bearer.

Lan Wangji is the lodestar. He’s a constant that rarely, if ever, wavers in his convictions, and for the purpose of the plot he’s effectively the example of what an “ideal” cultivator should be (I know other people have written about LWJ and the Confucian ideal, especially @rustycol so I’m not going far into that here). He’s arguably the most successful character in the canon. He has both bloodline and merit working in his favor, and he’s pretty much the most respected cultivator in the world by the time he’s 35 (ages in this canon are a mess). He can disobey or even betray his clan and not be uprooted, which is a luxury literally no one else has (yes, he’s punished, yes, there are consequences, but he attacked 33 elders and didn’t get kicked out or killed! He’s still respected and part of the clan! Don’t tell me that’s not because he’s the clan leader’s bloodline—there are a lot of things that can be said about LWJ and his clan and morality but they’re for yet another post).

The protagonist thinks highly of him. The next generation looks up to him, pretty much universally. He is respected even by people who don’t like him, and has almost zero actual enemies (Su She isn’t even a luminary in this meta analogy, Su She is a dude with a lantern trying to blame the stars for the fact that he can’t fly). Lan Wangji is the guiding light that goes into dark places where chaos reigns and brings clarity, and calm, and (often unforgiving) justice. He doesn’t seek power, and he doesn’t hoard it. In the novel, the only prize he takes away from Jin Guanyao’s fall is the certain knowledge of Wei Wuxian’s love. He doesn’t want anything else, and that’s why he gets to walk off into the sunset with the love of his life and keep his peerless reputation, even in a culture as steeped in homophobia as the novel’s world. Obviously the drama has a different ending, but I think the point still stands: Lan Wangji is so well-respected and utterly reliable that I doubt anyone even thinks twice about offering him the position of Chief Cultivator. Who else could they choose, shocked and appalled as they are in Jun Guanyao’s wake, but the star that never moves no matter how the heavens turn?

It’s been a rough 15 years. Between Lan Wangji, Nie Huaisang and that last Wen child, maybe they’ll finally get that lesson about hoarding power to stick in a few more people’s minds. We can only hope.

[rwby-party]

“Thus Kindly I scatter.”

While I’m totally down with the idea of Summer Rose being dead the thought of her being alive too is really interesting. I mean that not like it sounds lol I don’t want her dead, but I feel like “Red Like Roses II” made all of us feel that way and to an extent “Sacrifice” as well with the line ”the moon will sadly watch the roses die.” Her gravestone referencing The Last Rose of Summer also alludes to this. 

but also like.  The thought of her being alive is like. SO FUCKED UP LIKE

did she get captured somewhere? Is she working for Salem? Is she actually dead? Will we actually ever get an answer?? WTF HAPPENED

(I’d find the idea of her being captured for years not only absurd but kinda boring anyway. It’d be as simple as freeing her and then she’d be back. But, it’s a possibility nonetheless)

I’ve got 3 ideas I’m gonna ramble on here, lol, so bare with me.

1. Summer works for Salem/joined Salem’s team. 

The idea of her working for Salem is just like... So heartbreaking. She’s always been portrayed as this loving person. This... warmth in everyone’s hearts. The “best of all of us” as Qrow puts it himself. To see her get coerced to the dark side, working in the shadows, working against Ruby herself, maybe without even realizing it. Oof. OOOF. 

I don’t even necessarily disagree with Salem to some extent MYSELF. She was horribly wronged by the Gods, and while she was flawed, did not deserve what she got AT ALL. Her side of the story is just as tragic as Oz’s, and she could easily spin it to where hers seemed MORE tragic than Oz’s. Salem has been portrayed as a master manipulator after all. To have Salem spin her own story and tell it to Summer and have what she’s saying even partially align with what Oz told Summer? Just might’ve been enough to make Summer feel like the bad guy herself and convince her to side with her or at least made her feel her efforts were in vain. Maybe she’s naive and is trusting of what she said because it was convincing enough.

OR, Salem could have told her that she was unkillable. She offered her to even try and kill her to prove it, and she does try, but, after seeing for herself that Salem can’t be killed, she just breaks down. Years of training. Years of fighting for what she thought was a solvable problem just thrown out the window because of something Oz had neglected to mention, and instead of Salem killing her, she thinks to utilize Summer’s skill and offers to let her join her side. So, she joins her because she feels like she can’t stop her anyway. Maybe she even does it out of fear. Obviously she can’t go back to Ruby now, and even if she could, she wouldn’t have wanted to drag her into it anyway. (It’s evident from Red Like Roses II that she loves Ruby a LOT.) 

The lyrics from Red Like Roses II just keep popping up in my head with this idea though “Wish I could talk to you if only for a minute, make you understand the reasons why I did it” “But baby please don’t do what I did, I don’t want you to waste your life in vain”  “You’re not the only one who needed me, I thought you understood” 

Which, originally, it made me think she died, regretted even trying because she may have learned about how Salem is unkillable beforehand on her own, and that the others that needed her were Oz and the ones she was trying to protect.

But also, these could be applied to her joining/teaming up with Salem as well. The “reasons why she did it” could be her explaining why she teamed up with her to Ruby so she at least had some closure. She would’ve felt like she wasted her life in vain because she found out Salem was unbeatable (and she uses coercion or manipulates her to join her side. Maybe Salem even lied about Oz a bit.) Maybe she was on her side for a while before she disappeared, but still worked for Oz for Ruby and Yang’s sake. (maybe even Tai and Qrow’s as well. Maybe just to keep her own image up so she could “die a hero” rather than “Live long enough to become the villain.”)  If she was on Salem’s side, she’d obviously would need her to do things as well, so she’d set off on “her own” missions. And when she felt the time was right, finally just took off, not being able to keep up working for both sides anymore. Or just not wanting to side with Oz anymore.

Oof.

OR, a more kinda crazy theory, she was brainwashed in some form or another to join Salem, but that seems way less likely.

2. She ran away herself for similar reasons Raven did.

At least, a speculated reason Raven left.

Summer, with her silver eyes, was obviously very important and was a force to be reckoned with, but, what if that pressure got to her like the pressure of being a maiden got to Raven?

We see the pressure of being the team leader practically killing Ruby right now in Vol 7. The weight of the world is on her shoulders right now. (Funny she’s in Atlas, huh? lol.) Summer would’ve been in a similar situation. Oz would be there to direct her on what to do, but he’d obviously would have to have a lot of faith in her. I’d even argue to say that Summer was one of Oz’s best allies because of her silver eyes. That puts a lot of pressure and responsibility on people.

I mean Oz broke the rules for STRQ like he did for RWBY, and I speculate it’s because of the silver eyes that Summer and Ruby have.  Its said that those who had Silver eyes were natural born leaders, but I’d argue that it’s the other way around. Oz, knowing of the Silver eyes’ powers, puts them as leaders for the team and essentially forces them to become good leaders. (Or die trying I suppose.)

What if Summer wasn’t as strong as we thought, or as strong as she came off to everyone? Despite the fact that she clearly loved Ruby, (and by extension Yang) what if she had enough? 

What if she just wanted a normal life after a while? She obviously was determined to help at first, but what if it started to wear on here after a while and she wanted to stop. She couldn’t because of her importance and responsibility though. She was basically destined to work against Salem. Even if she did try to stop, Oz would obviously convince her to keep trying to defeat Salem, and maybe deep down she really does still want to help, but the pressure inside of her is just building and building with no outlet or vent. 

and then one day, she just had enough. Even though she loves Tai and Ruby and Yang, she just can’t take the pressure anymore, and sets off on “her own mission,” leaving her family behind to be in solitude, knowing they wouldn’t want to come with her if she offered/asked them to leave with her. Or maybe she did ask them? Imagine the angst of her asking Tai if they can move like far away and he just being so confused, but catches onto it years after she’s gone. I’ve always felt like Tai wanted the same thing I’m speculating Summer to want here, a normal life with the kids, and he probably fought for it after losing both Raven and Summer. We can assume he knows about the Silver eyes, since Summer was his team mate and the rest of Team RWBY knows as well, and maybe didn’t want Ruby to become a Huntress and definitely didn’t want Qrow to take her on any missions because of it. Maybe he feels like that’s what got Summer killed/to go MIA. 

The same heartache pops in my head as in the first theory though either way. She’d be kinda cowardly if that were the case (but still way different than Raven.)  We’ve been shown nothing but good about Summer (With the exception that  she’s a brat but I mean it’s kinda played as a joke.) She’s portrayed as the loving mother, and to have her abandon her kids and family just doesn’t seem right, but we could’ve been wrong about it. That’s just how everyone remember’s Summer. We never knew what was going on her head, after all. At least not yet.

but, in that case though, why not just run off to where Raven was to at least have an ally or someone who understands? I guess she wouldn’t know where she’s at, but Qrow told Yang where she was, so he would’ve presumably knew where she was back then too.  (Rosebird Writers GET ON THIS NOW if you haven’t already cuz I”m sure I’m not the first person to think of something like this. Imagine bandit!Summer LOL.) 

3. Summer had a Similar fate to Maria. 

(Suicide and gore TW) 

What if Summer got her eyes gouged out too? With Maria’s backstory, it was obvious that Silver eyed huntresses/huntsmen were being targeted, presumably by Salem. Summer would be no different. But what if she couldn’t have found her bearings after having her eyes cut like Maria did? What if she couldn’t fight off whoever did it to her and couldn’t survive the fight?

Her mission was more than likely far away from home (and maybe even from civilization) so its probably that couldn’t find her way back home or to civilization even if she survived the fight. Dying alone to starvation or a stray grimm.  Or, maybe she did survive and was able to get somewhere afterwards, but maybe didn’t have access to the eye tech Maria did. What if she did the same thing Maria did? Go into hiding basically in shame. Feeling like she wasn’t helpful anymore and wanting to hide from the world. 

Maybe it even broke her mentally.

Maybe she couldn’t recover emotionally from the damage even if she had physically, and took her own life afterwards.

“ So soon may I follow, When friendships decay, And from Love's shining circle The gems drop away. When true hearts lie withered, And fond ones are flown, Oh! who would inhabit This bleak world alone? ”

[eldritchmarie]

Every Homestuck Character worth mentioning’s Arc in Chuubo’s Marvelous Wish-Granting Engine

Over two hours, I have determined the (Generally Miraculous) arc of every character in Homestuck, as well as occasionally a few major build details. 

Beta Kids

June Egbert: Mystic, dealing with a higher power/ideal, get told what do a lot, Immortal (Primordial) means you embody your element (Wind) and Principle (Freedom).

Dave: Frantic Knight (Become Somebody), you have a role you want to fill and a failing that stops you from reaching it. You can see your failing in others, adapt to various situations, define people in relation to you, and influence people.

Jade: Immortal Bindings (Gatekeeper), you're an intermediary between humanity and a powerful "Other", have a tendency to trust said Other, tell it what to do, call upon it for power, open doors between spaces, and produce great effects through working with it. 

Rose: Immortal Storyteller (Creature of the Light), you're lost in the world for a bit, you're infected by something higher than the world and can inspire others, attract attention, and have some narrative powers.

Alpha Kids

Dirk: Sickly Emptiness (Accursed), you're corrupt or sick in some way, with something that hurts in some way you can never quite heal, and you can destroy things real good.

Roxy: Frantic Aspect (The Ace), you're trying to improve as a person but have a flaw that gets in the way. You're just generally good at mundane things, like science, hacking, and fist kind. Void powers are probably a Magical Skill like Voidy Magic with the Matriorb being a Quest Miracle.

Jane: Sickly Bindings (Wounded Angel), you're dealing with something terrible and wicked, and have that kind of thing inside you. At low levels, you can take things into yourself to give yourself powers, though it also gives an unhealing wound, and at high levels, you can receive a societal position instead of a power through the same process and save people from things such as death. 

Jake: Sickly Knight (Star Power), you have a role you want to fill and a failing that stops you from reaching it. You see things in narrative terms and force the world to see you as the center of the mythos, the Exuberant Action Hero.

Post-Scratch Trolls 

Vriska: Sickly Storyteller (Creature of Delirium), in which you become a story. She has an experience that she's always feeling and can steal from people. The Experience probably being relevance/certainty. It also lets you control people you stole your experience from. 

Terezi: Frantic Mystic (Prophet), dealing with a higher power/ideal, around the middle of your arc you're kind of a mess without anchors. You're empowered by your principle and get visions from it.

Karkat: Frantic Knight (Become Somebody), dealing with much the same issues as his canon boyfriend, though substituting “Leader” for “Hero.”

Kanaya: Immortal Emptiness (Indomitable), “cursed” with being an immortal, nigh unkillable Rainbow Drinker

Equius: Immortal Mystic (Primordial) because it's the same powerset as June and I cannot care less.

Aradia: Sickly Shepard (Impresario), you guide and protect people, you've created yourself in some way, have a lot of thematic minions, and tell people what to do.

Nepeta: Frantic Shepard  (Sentimental), shipping, empowering that what you love.

Sollux: Frantic Mystic (Shepard), he is overwhelmed by his principle of Doom, but works miracles and omens through it. Tavros: Become somebody, I guess.Eridan: Accursed, maybe, probably. Feferi: Gatekeeper, a diplomat for the horror terrors. Gamzee: Sickly Otherworldly (Called Away), being spiritual in some way, with your powers being based around rejecting reality and substituting a world of the estate you serve.

Pre Scratch Trolls

Aranea: Sickly Shepard (Impressario), a corrupt guiding figure, with focus on the Arc 5 power "Here's Who You Are", which lets you force out someone's true self, or what you think is their true self.

HIC/Meenah: Liminal Emptiness (Alluring), notable for being available as both a mortal and a Miraculous Being. It gives a lot of free points in a Superior Skill (Trollness), a Magical Skill (Psionics), gives you a bond that represents a position of power, and lets you develop advanced techniques for a few skills and tempt/influence people.

Damara: Sickly Bindings (Wounded Angel), taken in the worst direction manageable.

The Sufferer: Liminal Shepard (Gifted), which focuses on being a powerful magician, or in this case, seer, while being on the borderline between mundane and miraculous. In this case, his empowered magical skill is some form of Blood Magic. Note that Kankri lacks this because like most of the other Pre Scratch trolls, he doesn’t have much of an arc or importance, nor much use of powers that wouldn’t be at best mundane.

Cherubim

Caliborn: Sickly Knight (Star Power), in his pursuit of advancing his mythos as the ultimate “Alpha Male/Demiurge”, he becomes able to create laws of his own existence and enforce them, defining others in relation to said narrative.

Calliope: Immortal Storyteller (Creature of the Light), with her ability to appear when needed, inspire others to do great things, and alter the world to your whims.

Lord English: Does not have an arc so much as he mugs his respective components. They're all at 3, which tends towards being the peak of stress for the arcs involved.

Alt! Calliope: A Keeper of Gardens (Immortal Shepard), guiding and protecting others, you rule a certain area with incredible skill, and Indomitable (Immortal Emptiness), you bear a great and terrible curse, have inhuman abilities, and at your peak can create tools that can theoretically accomplish anything, such as the black hole that can kill Lord English. Both are at 5, the apex of your power at which the greatest powers are unleashed.

Carpacians

Wayward Vegabond: Become somebody, as the leader of the revolution.

Jack Noir: Indomitable, inhuman power and a sickness/corruption in the form of constant murder.

Parcel Mistress: Allegory (Immortal Knight): She has a role she fills spectacularly, her failing is her virtue of her sense of duty, she's involved in major events, she has a legendary weapon, and has a method of transport.

Mortals

Dad: Shepard (Dad). Possesses Superior Mangrit 4.

Bro: Aspect (Fighter), at Arc 5 with every single perk and skill being invested into improving combat capabilities. He is under the effect of Lord English’s inevitability entanglement, bringing him into the mythos of the abusive patriarch.

Mom: Shepard (Mom). Has a magical skill at 4.

Pa: Knight (Adventurer). Fucking Dead.

Alpha!John: Knight (Comedian)

Alpha!Dave: Knight (Filmmaker)

Alpha!Rose: Storyteller (Author)

Alpha!Jade: Shepard (Businesswoman)

Other

The Felt are a perk on Lord Englishes part that emulate the Impressario’s “Minion” power.

The MSPA Reader: Mystic, Sickly (Awakening), it turns out that you’re in the story. You, personally.

Chixie Roixmr: Knight, Sickly (Star Power), she deserves cool miraculous powers.

Sprites: Their composite parts, likely at a somewhat reduced level due to dilution.

[amuseoffyre]

October Prompts - 22nd

Note: I’m running a day behind on account of three days without writing and social obligations.

Prompt - Double edged sword

Hastur considered the gates of the churchyard.

It was not the first time, though it could well be the last.

There was no good reason for him to come back again and again, but it was like a worm wriggling away in his brain, rooting about and annoying him until he wanted to scratch it out and, if that failed, well… tearing his brain to messes would work instead.

It was the damned angel, that’s what it was.

Or not-damned angel.

That bastard.

What kind of game was he playing, offering tea and biscuits to a demon? To the enemy? It had to be some kind of trap, something meant to lure him in, so the angel could destroy him easily.

But – that annoying little rotten worm whispered – if the angel had wanted him dead, he could’ve done it the last time, when they stood in the grounds and Hastur couldn’t even get a decent flame up. It was bloody embarrassing, that’s what it was. Come for vengeance and can’t even get a spark, let alone an inferno going.

And it niggled and wriggled and squirmed around in his head until he came back.

Testing the defences. That’s all he was doing. Seeing if the angel was messing him around. He stood right on the edge, flared blazing Hellfire on both hands, then poked them over the threshold. They snuffed out like a candle dipped in water, not even a sizzle.

Should’ve been an end of it, there and then. Angel had defences up. Simple.

But it didn’t explain why he offered tea and that made the worm twist more hot and angry and for Satan’s sake, it annoyed him so much that he came back again and again. He stood just by the gate glaring at the skinny bastard, as if it could make the worm shut up.

The angel didn’t say anything, every time he came. He just smiled and made a drinking gesture and every damn time, Hastur spat a curse and a fireball at him that splashed out into nothing.

After ten times, he finally stepped into the garden.

Twelfth time, the angel came out and sat down on the bench by the wall, sipping from a cup.

Fourteenth time, Hastur approached the bench. The angel wasn’t about. That made it all right. Poking the defences again. Testing their limits. Seeing what the bastard’s attitude was like when someone came into his territory when he was absent.

It was a solid bench. Sturdy. Hastur sat there, where the angel usually sat, hands gripping his knees tightly. It should have been enough. Humans came and went and didn’t even see him and still he sat.

The sun had gone and it was dark and cold when the angel showed up.

He didn’t say anything. He just went into the church, then came back out a few minutes later with a tray, two mugs and a plate of biscuits. He didn’t say anything as he sat down on the other end of the bench. Didn’t even say anything when he took a cup of tea and a biscuit.

Hastur looked warily down at the cup. “Holy water, is it?”

“Nah.” The angel – Raziel, the worm howled in his head – said. “Thames water. Not the best, but better than it was.”

Hastur eyed the cup. “Acid, then? Quicksilver? Rosemary?”

“Teabags,” the angel said. “Boiling water. Bit of milk. Two sugars.” He gave Hastur that small, crooked smile. “You seemed like a two sugars kind of demon.”

It didn’t make any sense. They were enemies. Their kind had been enemies since time immemorial. Enemies didn’t sit down and make tea for each other. Enemies weren’t nice. Or kind. Especially not bloody angels. Hastur still had the marks of his last encounter with an angel and it definitely hadn’t come from a cup of tea.

“Why?”

The angel sipped his tea. “Why what?”

“Why tea?”

“Swore off alcohol,” the angel replied. “Bit more relaxing than coffee.”

“No!” Hastur exploded in frustration. “Why are you offering me tea!”

“Ah.” The angel wrapped his bony hands around the mug. “Because it’s what I do.”

“That doesn’t make sense!”

He shrugged. “You’re telling me everything Heaven and Hell command makes sense? Compared to them, this is a drop in the ocean.” He smiled again with a small laugh. “Actually, probably not even that.”

“But we’re enemies!”

“Yeah,” the angel said. “And who told you that?”

Well…

Well, the ones who had cast them out, that was who. And this was the angel who had defied them and rebelled against them, but still had Her Grace. Hastur’s nails dug into his knees, tearing through his trousers and his flesh.

“They could’ve been wrong,” the angel said. “Have been about plenty of other things, haven’t they?”

Hastur stared at him. “And you told them that, did you?”

He chuckled. “Yeah. A bit. Might’ve told them to fuck off, come the end.”

That was…

No, that wasn’t something a proper angel would do.

And they’d planned to kill him for it, according to that annoying little multi-faced demon. Big fire. Hellfire inferno as a mode of execution. And yet, here he was. And everyone in Hell had assumed it was hypocritical angelic mercy in action, but now, Hastur wasn’t so sure.

“They wanted you dead,” he realised.

The angel frowned at his tea. “Pretty much.” He looked back at Hastur. “Didn’t work out too well, obviously. At least not for them. Fine for me.”

Hastur remembered the hiss of Holy Water on glass and the screams of the Usher. Heaven and Hell’s enemies both unkillable by any means they could find. Satan’s sake, he’d known about Aziraphale, but to know that this skinny, over-friendly bastard was probably ten times as powerful as Aziraphale…

He looked back down at the mug of tea. “Why?” he asked again. “You know why I came. Why… entertain me?”

The angel shrugged. “Why not? I like visitors. If someone is my enemy because they’re told to be, I’m not going to blame them, especially not when I know why you might hate someone like me. If someone chooses to come back and sit on my bench and talk to me, I’m going to welcome them. I’m not a complete bastard.”

Hastur snorted. “Enough of one.”

The angel grinned. “Well, yeah. Make no mistakes, if you ever did become a real threat, I would deal with it, but now? Nah. Tea, biscuits, bit of a chat. No harm, eh? And look at you.” He gave Hastur a knowing look. “Bet you’re not even meant to be here, are you?”

“Er,” said Hastur, recalling Beelzebub’s rage about Raziel.

The angel nudged the tray towards him. “I won’t tell.”

Despite himself, Hastur picked up the mug. “It’s definitely not poison?”

“Nah.” The angel said. “And very, very not-holy. Can guarantee that, if it’s coming from Thames water.”

Hastur curled his hands around the mug. There was a pleasant warmth seeping through the china. “I’ve never had tea before,” he admitted. Never spent much time on the surface at all, really.

“It’s all right,” the angel said. “S’soothing, according to some people.” He picked up another biscuit and dipped it into his tea. Hastur watched him munch on the soggy part with apparent enjoyment.

“And you have to do that?”

“Nah.” The angel grinned. “I just like it. The kids say it’s because it’s soft like me.”

Hastur cautiously sniffed the contents of the cup, then took a sip and was both surprised and relieved that his body didn’t immediately disintegrate around him. The liquid was hot, yes, but bearable, and sweet as the angel had said. Not entirely unpleasant, but he still put it down, questions answered and tea tried.

“You can take a biscuit with you, if you want to try that too,” the angel said, picking up another one and dipping it into his tea.

“I didn’t say–” He bit off the words, annoyed with himself for rising to the angel’s bait.

“Didn’t have to,” the angel replied. He nudged the plate a bit closer. “Consider it this way: if you take it, you’ll piss off Aziraphale.”

Hastur stared at him, then grabbed all the remaining biscuits and shoved them in his pocket, then rose from the bench. He had crunched his way through the gravel and was at the gate before the angel spoke again.

“If you fancy trying coffee, you know where to find me.”

Just when he had crushed one niggling little worm, the damned bastard of an angel had to plant another.

“Stop doing that!” he exclaimed, turning around.

“Doing what?” The angel looked perplexed.

Hastur waved a hand helplessly towards him and his cups and his tray and his damned tea. “I– you’re making me want to know what things are like! Stop that!”

The angel’s eyes widened and he shook his head with that damned smile of his. “Not me, Duke Hastur. That’s all you. It’s called curiosity and it’s an annoying little shit, but if you indulge it, it can be fantastic.”

“You!” Hastur wailed. “You made– you put it in my head!”

“Not even the Almighty is that powerful,” the angel said. “It’s part of you. Probably always has been. Just never had a reason to wonder about it before.”

“But I don’t want it!”

“And I didn’t want to be addicted to helping people,” the angel replied, picking up his tray with the mugs and empty plate. He approached the demon by the gate. “Tell you what, I’ll stop making suggestions, if you come for a coffee, okay? One coffee and your curiosity’ll be slaked. Won’t give it anything else to feed on.”

“One coffee?” Hastur echoed guardedly. “That’s all? And it’ll kill it?”

“That,” the angel said, “is up to you.” And that damned smiled came back. “I’m glad you came, though. And tried the tea. Gabriel would’ve preferred to piss on my head than drink anything human, so you’re already ahead of him.”

“I…I am?” It was odd how warming that was.

“Bright side of curiosity, eh?” The angel winked. “Have a good day, Hastur.”

Without a backwards or wary glance, the angel wandered back into his church and Hastur stood, bewildered, at the gate. Very well. Curiosity would have to be defeated. One coffee more wouldn’t hurt. And it would give him even more of an edge than Archangel fucking Gabriel as well.

Lost in thought, he wandered wondering.

[rosewilsonworth]

My Rose Wilson related thoughts on Deathstroke #38:

-Two Face kidnaps Rose and brings her back to Vietnam in order to bring Willow back. (Willow is an ancient Hmong princess who, according to Rose, was trapped in Rose’s sword and posessed her). Two Face believes that she’s like him and Willow is her “second face” so to say.

-So they fight, the fact that she can’t beat Two Face is one of the most unrealistic things I’ve read in this run and I’ve read some shit. Yes you could say that she was weak because she was knocked out for several hours but that would have never stopped preboot Rose. Rebirth Rose is nerfed in many ways.

-Everything about this storyline makes me believe that Two Face is going to take her eye out. I liked the idea that rebirth Rose didn’t need to lose her eye but apparently they’re going there.

The rest of it goes under a read more because it became a big rant with some spoilers so keep that in mind (also warning: mentions of child abuse)

-I want to elaborate a little bit on that although I’m sure I’ve talked about this before. In 2004 Rose took her own eye out because she was brainwashed by her dad and the only reason Deathstroke did that is because Johns didn’t understand Slade, not like Priest does. Deathstroke is supposed to be a genious and a master manipulator, he doesn’t need a serum to brainwash his daughter because he’s too smart for that. This is what he did in Rose’s first arc on rebirth Deathstroke. 

-Therefore if you remove the brainwash, Rose has no reason to lose her eye. In many ways I always saw this event as a metaphor for parent to child abuse and grooming. It’s only my interprentation of course but if Priest decides to make Two Face take her eye out just for the Edgy or to “trigger” Willow out of her it loses it’s significance. 

-I also want to say that Rose’s new costume sucks. When Rose was first introduced in rebirth she was 18, which is a good thing because she goes through a lot of shit in general. I believe all Titans of her generation should be 18/ 19 now. Also, knowing what I know now about Priest maybe he did that so he and the artists can get away with objectifying her? 

-She was also Ravager, an identity she stopped using just before Joey’s wedding (aka when Willow first appeared and murdered Etienne). Although I didn’t agree with the idea of giving up Ravager, I was actually interested in this new direction. Ravager, once again my headcanon, was a reclaim: the 1st Ravager was her oldest brother and an enemy of the Titans, the 2nd Ravager was her uncle who murdered her mom and kidnapped and almost kill Rose. When she first became Ravager she was brainwashed into being a killer and an enemy of Titans. When she stepped away from that, it was a big fuck you to all the previous ravagers and her dad. She was going to be the good Ravager and a Titan.

-That being said, the reason I liked the idea of the new direction because it could lead her to a path of self discovery and stepping away from her past trauma. Only, this isn’t what happened she has been nothing but victimized since then. She has been hospitalized, kidnapped, possessed and probably more that I can’t remember right now. I also liked the idea of her getting a new costume but they’re all ugly and sexualizing as fuck.

-Last but not least, I’m tired of Rose always getting kidnapped. The first time it happened was when she was first introduced as a 14 y/o kid. She broke free and she was able to hold her own against a dude three times her size (90s art and all). The second time was when Deathstroke took her and we all know how that turned out. The third time was during the Fresh Hell storyline, which is my favorite Rose Wilson story, and she refused to go down without a fight, in fact she was literally unkillable. The fourth time was during Flashpoint, she only appeared in the last pages of the 3rd issue, if I remember correctly, and she was nothing but a plot prop to tell Slade’s story. The fifth time was in the second new 52 run of Deathstroke (volume 3), I have deleted it from my memory because I don’t know a new 52 Rose but it’s there. If I haven’t forgot another kidnapping this is the 6th time this happens and I’m unimpressed to say the least. And if this leads to where I’m afraid it is I’ll be as dissapointed as I’ve never been in a while...

[capitanogiorgio]

10, 18, 20 and all the "pick just one"s if you're up to ? 👀

Let’s go then 👀!

10: What’s your favorite trope ?

Smol (ง •̀_•́)ง  and Tol (◕ㅁ◕✿)

18: Are you a ‘neatly designed outline’ writer or a ‘fuck it i’ll figure it out as i go’ writer? 

I’m an hybrid

20: If you could ‘unkill’ any character from any story, who would it be? 

Probably Fred Weasley because that was really unnecessary

pick just one:

23: fluff or angst?

I write lots of fluff but I read lots of angst azertyujityjrgefzdsqfgh ! It’s a kind of a balance. If the angst is really well done ( @montocalypse you’re guilty) then I’d say Angst.

24: fantasy or sci-fi?

Fantasy

25: fake dating AU or inpromptu babysitting AU?

AAAAAAAh so hard. It’s either the fakedating but actually getting to dating period OR babies/kids involved. Let’s go with inpromptu babysitting

26: road trip AU or high school AU?

High School AU

27: coffee shop AU or florist AU?

fuuuuck... I once read a mixture of both and it was amazing ( @annaobyrne still have A Rose By Any Other Name in my heart !!). But I’d say coffee shop

28: stuck in an elevator AU or camping gone bad AU?

Stuck in an elevator 👀

29: 20s AU or 50s AU?

Tbh I’ve read neither so I’ll go with the 20′s because they seem funnier.

30: high school AU from a fantasy/sci-fi story or fantasy/sci fi AU from a realistic story?

fantasy/sci fi AU from a realistic story !

31: mythological creature AU or superhero AU?

Haven’t read much of mythological creature AU tbh so let’s go with Superhero AU

32: meet cute or meet ugly?

I don’t even know what a meet ugly is and I had to look up meet cute because I had forgotten what it is aqzserdtfygh !