#sibling love is the purest form of love.

[tymptir]

prompt. / @inspireswar said 📜 brandon and lyanna!

[wasntthataparty]

you know what's crazy. im researching the great molasses flood for my brother. cause like. that's just what siblings do man. i was gonna be like "nahh this is stupid do your own project" but like...i think this is silly. and fun and whatever

[ardentpoop]

god this show is weird

[love-in-the-time]

SHIPPER WANK BELOW CUT

Does everyone not know that the original intention for Season 4 was to give the Doctor a companion exactly like Donna to fall in love with? Russell said it himself. Her name was going to be Penny Carter, and they had even cast another actor in case Catherine didn't have time to come back.

And instead they got Actual Donna, Actual Love of the Tennant Doctor's Life, back in the show. The truth is the DoctorDonna storyline is THE single most romantic and well thought-out relationship in the show. It ended tragically originally because the Doctor wanted to save her life, couldn't have lived with himself if she died because of him.

Donna is the Doctor's equal in more ways than one-- she is not a young twentysomething girl. She's had her heart broken over and over, and you can see she's been mostly ignored and passed over, and had very little kindness in her life. She's never belonged anywhere, not even at home where her mother is constantly telling her what a failure she is. And from the first time they meet, when the Doctor wraps his coat around her on the rooftop, that's where Donna has for the first time encountered a person who was willing to show her kindness, no strings attached. She's never had that before. Why wouldn't she love him?

David said, when Runaway Bride had finished filming, that "at first they didn't get on but by the end they had fallen for each other." That's a direct quote, and I think it's applicable to the show and to real life. He was telling the truth about Donna and the Doctor not getting on and then falling for each other. He was also telling the truth about him and Catherine, minus the "not getting on" part. I think it was love at first sight for Tatennant. I think the similar ages between Catherine and David is also a huge factor-- that equalizes them in real life, and it carries into the characters.

He clearly asked for Catherine back, and it's in some of the commentary for the episode that he says very thoughtfully, "Maybe we can revisit Donna?" YOU SURE CAN DT. YOU SURE CAN.

And she came right back! She came right back to Cardiff, no hesitation, to be his Donna again. The Doctor calls her "my Donna." And she never says otherwise, never says "I'm not yours" or anything of the sort. She is his!

Moreover, the original DoctorDonna dynamic was always "best friends who might kiss but if you ask them about it they'll act like the other has cooties." In my fics I justify it as them hiding their life together to avoid exploitation of their relationship, but as we all know DW is a family show and so it has limits on what it can actually have in its stories.

I'm aware I have a bias as I started shipping them as soon as I saw The Runaway Bride. The mutual longing and pining was so good at the end of the episode, and David looks absolutely enamored from almost the beginning. Wherever they got that pain in that scene from, the way Donna actually started to cry that he was leaving even though she turned him down (everyone knows it would have been a wicked rebound that ended in disaster for both of them had she stayed), it was the exercise of two actors who are amazing at their jobs and who found a soulmate in each other.

So yes, it makes sense. It's the only thing that makes sense. That's why he changed his face back to the man that she loved and cared for, to come home to her forever.

Why do people think we can't ship the Doctor and Donna? That's exactly why they were created in the first place.

They love each other. They miss each other. They want to be together. They complement each other. They have soulmate energy. They are best friends. They are so happy together. They sacrifice themselves for each other. They are in constant physical contact. They look so good together. They are fighting all the time. They are playing with each other. Everything they feel for each other is mutual. It's obvious they have unspoken feelings for each other. He changed his face for her and returned to her decades later. There are even obstacles that prevent them from being together.

This is the most normal thing in this show so far.

[inkykeiji]

⋆₊˚⊹♡ touya-nii + his nasty habit of sneaking into your bedroom

character: todoroki touya | dabi warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, pseudocest, noncon, a slight bit of degradation, implied size difference words: 1.2k

he’s always careful when he starts. careful when he creeps into your room in the middle of the night, sock clad feet quiet against the hardwood; careful to keep the doorhandles latch from catching on the strike plate as he closes it behind him; careful not to wake you as he slinks into your frilly little bed, knocking stuffed animals and extra pillows onto the floor, as he worms his way beneath your pink-piped comforter and slithers his hand between your silky thighs—ah, good girl, you’re not wearing those pesky sleep shorts, just like he told you not to (good little sisters only wear panties to bed; and sometimes, they don’t even wear those, he had informed you)—and then wiggles his fingers under your lacy undies.

that’s when he stops being careful. 

because he loves that sharp gasp of surprise, that sheer unadulterated bolt that courses through your body—shock in the purest, prettiest form—that jolts you from your blissful slumber almost violently; skin shuddering, eyes snapping open, when he shoves two dirty fingers into your ill-prepped cunt. 

it’s his favourite sound in the world, he swears it is, swears he would bottle it up and keep it close to his heart if he could, swears he would wear it around his neck like the cutest, daintiest little noose, tethering him to you. 

but this is the next best thing, he supposes. 

your eyes slip shut again, so tightly they crinkle the corners and furrow your brow, and a whine of his name spills from your lips; first in frustration, then again all wispy and dumb when he curls his knuckles against that plush spot buried deep inside of you—that spot he knows so well, that spot he discovered, then claimed as his own. 

yeah, not so irritated now, are ya, y’little brat. 

no, you’re not. you’re sighing out his name in time with the pumps of his fingers, all melty and stupid and oh-so-cute, knotted with his honorific and seeping into your lace-trimmed pillows in little threads of drool. you’re grinding your ass back against his hard cock as you pathetically hump his palm, indulging him as his hips rut into your plush flesh, pre-cum steadily leaking through his thin pyjama pants, staining plaid in dark wet patches.

“touya-nii,” you whimper, back arching a little, nipples peaked through the thin cotton of your camisole. “stop, stop.” 

this is the routine almost every time, practiced and perfected through night after night of rehearsals, and you play your part flawlessly; effortless and enticing and full of emphasis, because you know he gets off on it—the no!s and wait!s and don’t!s, sometimes spit from your lips, sometimes dribbling out the corner of your mouth, only heightening the whole sordid affair.

because you’re just as fucking sick as your big brother is. 

he can’t stop, don’t you know?

it’s all your fault, he’s telling you, voice caught somewhere between accusatory and mocking. if you weren’t such a slutty little tease, nii-chan wouldn’t have to do this. 

but it’s all just a game; he knows you love it just as much as he does, knows you’re just as depraved as he is, because your actions don’t match your words, you bad girl, the rolling of your hips encouraging the rocking of his own, one of your free hands threading itself over his and guiding it to your breast, bony knuckles pressing into a soft palm as his fingers flex around supple flesh.

if you didn’t love it, if you didn’t want it, then why would you prance around the house in those short, short little dresses? the ones that fan out when you twirl to your music in the living room or ride up when you bend over while cooking in the kitchen, gifting anyone within the immediate vicinity (your vile siblings and their prying eyes) a coveted glimpse of the silk and lace clinging delicately to your cheeks; the ones that are an inch or two too short to be considered wholly decent, and the ones Daddy has repeatedly told you to stop wearing around your big brothers—especially the eldest. 

“m’sorry, touya-nii, m’sorry, m’sorry.”

no, you’re not, but that’s okay. he isn’t, either. 

at least you have each other.

your other hand snakes between your tensing thighs, cupping his own, little fingers layering larger ones as they try to speed up his motions, push his digits deeper, fuck you harder, give you more. 

these trysts never last long enough, though; no matter how hard he tries to lengthen them, to savour them, you’re both too eager, too hungry for one another, cumming too quickly in the dead of night as your bodies tremble together, as names shatter on tongues in sharp whispers and limbs seize and tangle and fuse into one.

it’s always so fucking messy, your cunt clenching around your conjoined fingers, slick dribbling down his knuckles in thick dollops to pool in his hand, to settle in the lines of his palm and streak his inner wrist in pretty shimmering streams.

it’s always so fucking messy, his grunts hot and humid against the nape of your neck, forehead pressed to the crown of your head as his cock throbs, filling flannel with copious amounts of burning, sticky cum—so much it seeps through the material to soak your scrunched panties, so much it dries in a hard glaze, welding lace to your ass. 

you don’t ever dare to wash it off, clean it away, eradicate the evidence, instead allowing each other’s pleasure to stain your skins, wearing it like a mark of honour, a claim of ownership, barely visible when it dries into something firm and translucent, but there nonetheless. 

his fingertips continue to flutter against that swollen spot until ripples of overstimulation are shuddering through your flesh, until your little hand is wreathing around his syrupy wrist and nails are biting into his flesh and tugging, tears beginning to bead your lashes.

only then does he chuckle and pull his hand free, knuckles hooking in an attempt to scrape your walls, a heavy coat of your arousal glistening on his fingers. 

“you cum so fucking much for your big brother,” he growls in your ear, lips wet against the cartilage, voice tapering off into a whine. “look at how wet you get for me.” 

two of his fingers flatten against your cheek and then swipe, slow and hard and thorough, smearing a thick film of your slick across your face, from the tip of your temple to the corner of your mouth, back and forth and back and forth until it’s been rubbed into your skin. 

callused fingertips push past your parted lips, weighing down on your tongue and cramming themselves into your throat, forcing you to taste yourself—to taste him, painted in you; spicy nicotine and heady salt.

“you’re fucking disgusting,” he pants out, but his pupils are gaping, watching as your gorge yourself on your big brother’s flesh, lips puckering and cheeks hollowing as your tongue curls around his knuckles and tries to siphon him further down your throat. 

a whine splinters in his chest as he pulls his extremities free from your voracious grip, slathered in spit, viscous cords strung between his knuckles as he spreads them apart. 

“yeah, you’re real fucking sick, y’know that?” 

“you made me like this, nii-chan,” you breathe out dreamily, already drifting back into sleep’s welcoming embrace, body going lax in his arms and snuggling back against his chest. 

yeah, he fucking did. 

and neither of you would have it any other way. 

[write-and-wander]

That Night

Astarion x Female Tav/Reader Description: A slowed-down, in-depth retelling of the aftermath of the Cazador fight; looking deeper into the thoughts and feelings of Astarion and his lover. Warnings: Violence and trauma mentions

She loved him.

That was all she knew. That was all she could think of, in this moment.

He had finally conquered his demons- no, his own hell. It was over, now, and the story could continue however he wanted it to. And instead of jumping head-first into any direction, he looked to her for guidance. Because despite the past that drove him to this point, the only future he cared about was one she would be a part of.

So he looks to her, bloodied Cazador at his feet, fate-sealing dagger in hand, heart laid out in a state of vulnerability completely unknown, and asks her what to do.

She looks back at him, her own hands bloodied from the exhausting battle they had just endured, and knows that she loves him. She loves him. Just as he is. She wouldn’t wish him any other way.

She can see the fear, yes. The drive for power, and revenge, but even more than that; the ecstasy of being able to take the one thing Cazador wants after he had taken so, so much from Astarion- the perfect act of justice.

And she asks him only to take it from Cazador- she asks him not to take it for himself. She asks him to keep his freedom, rather than submit himself to the shackles of madness that unprecedented power would demand.

And his open, bleeding heart is suddenly soft.

Though he may not get to take and keep, he is more than happy to take and watch evil lose.

So he does.

With shaking body and ragged breath, he drives the dagger into Cazador’s chest as a mortician’s hammer drives nails into a coffin; sealing death. The death of Cazador, the purest form of evil he has ever known. The death of who he could have been, in all the corrupt power he could have basked in. The death of life as he once knew it, defined only by the black and white chess game between power and powerless. He stabs straight through Cazador’s heart, and again, and again, and again; a desperate frenzy that will never quite feel like enough, until he is forced to stop.

His body fails him in its divine relief. Decades of pain, fear, and torture are at last released with his final act. He will never know Cazador’s pain again. His will never have to run from the monster that chases him again. He will never be a toy or a lure again. He is free, and he won, and he is still, somehow, despite everything, in tact. Inexplicable tension is finally let go completely. He collapses to his knees, wails ripping through his chest and echoing against the stone cold walls that surround him.

She watches as her very heart weeps in a grief she could never even begin to comprehend. The heart that beats in her chest seems to twist in its own turmoil, and a sympathetic hand- or perhaps the hand of a friend desperate to grip something else in an attempt to maintain their own balance- finds her shoulder. Her own tears stream down her face, as do the tears of the friends who helped them make it here.

Astarion’s “siblings-” not by blood, but certainly by bond- rush over to him, their faces contorted in concern combined with utter disbelief.

Her mouth opens for a moment; she wants to ask them to stop, to give her heart space to breathe, to please, gods, don’t touch him, but the words stick in her throat. She’s too choked up to speak, but gratitude sinks in as she realizes that this is their moment of blessed freedom, too. They shared in their pain together- they deserve to share in their relief together, too.

He steels himself as they approach, and she sees Astarion the Upper City Magistrate show himself as the suddenly gentler elf seamlessly steps into a place of leadership. The others look to him in a sudden cry for a compass- they are free, but they are left without direction; and he so easily gifts it to them. He gives them direction, and offers what little encouragement he can to the now-freed slaves. Thousands of spawn are suddenly given a second chance, now that the pale elf had changed their fates- a thankless act that outweighs his sins tenfold.

It isn’t until they leave to fulfill their last charge that he returns to his lover. He hesitantly takes her hands in his, and she grasps them with the same gentleness in confidence. He had done it. It was over.

There’s an instinct in her to hug him; to enfold herself around him in an act of love, and yet, she knows her beloved vampire better than that. He will come and effortlessly wrap himself in all that she is when he is ready. Instead, she gently presses kisses onto his bloodied hands.

He looks to the companions that now stand beside her- his friends, who have so selflessly fought for this moment despite his outward reluctance to fight for them.

Though he wouldn’t be able to say it out loud until years later, he loves them. That is what he feels in this moment, in its purest form. Though it is seamlessly woven into waves of gratitude and grief, he feels love. For all of them. For her.

Later that night, after the sun goes down and most of the others had retired to their tents, Astarion does, indeed, find himself in his lover’s tent. Later still, after a long and tear-filled conversation periodically interrupted with near-silent fits of weeping, Astarion buries himself into his lover’s arms. He cries until trance overtakes him.

And all through that night, she holds him.

And the sun rises. And a new day comes. And they will find out all it holds, together.

[menagerlie]

WOULD YOU STILL LOVE ME IF I WAS A WORM?

furina, lyney, & navia… if they became the worm. gn reader. headcanon format. short, trying to figure out tumblr. pt 1 maybe if i think it’s funny enough to add more characters.

FURINA:

she’s living like this now.

that’s it that’s the post.

i think she’d. leave before anyone had the chance to find her tbh, since she lives alone now... alternatively if it was before everything happened i fear she would just further become entertainment. hydro archon is a… worm ??? 😱😱😱 is this the purest form of water.

how much of worms are water

more than 75%.

they’re just like us fr… new conspiracy theory

we’re all worms.

anywayyyy

fontainians are so funny

would she be disappointed at the lack of mac and cheese? maybe. but in the aftermath of everything, she’s looking for simplicity, for reprieve and a way to enjoy life in the barest of forms. of course becoming a worm would be hard to get used to, but i think she could, fairly easily actually in the grand scheme of things. maybe it’s close enough to what she wants.

she’s been in a human body while playing the role of a god for 500 years. i think she could use a change

becoming a worm in this situation is sort of a metaphor for her situation actually. hehe. learning to live with such a modest, small existence after a lifetime of a lavish, celebrated, constantly watched one. and learning to love it— gunshot

after so long of pretending perhaps being a worm would allow her to shed her old skin and simply be.

i think she deserves it

anyway if you lived with her or visited her like every day, maybe she’d just like. curl up and wait. would probably be fairly particular about how she likes her . um. enclosure.

treat furm kindly or i will get you

:3c

as a wild worm, probably extra afraid of the water. panics in the rain. would be the first up if charmed.

like. worm charming. not. you know what i mean

ok so i’ve been enlightened. that is not why worms come up. ignore that

would wormtainians dissolve

erm. next.

oh yeah. if she’s able to turn back, she’d be happy and relieved of course, but i don’t think she’d be as upset about the experience as the others (except for the fact it may be a bit embarrassing, especially if you saw her). she’s lived a long time, she’s seen a lot, i think she’d appreciate the new perspective. even if it was. silly :3

LYNEY:

oh yeah. totally normal . wait. what

i think he’d magic pocket himself . he’d be safe in there for a bit . right

do you think worms could do card tricks.

do you think he could use his vision

worm. on fire.

anyway

i think he’d try and find out wtf happened and try to get himself to turn back first. if he couldn’t/needs help he’s going to try and find lynette first.

he’s silly to get loved ones’ attention. flips over. attempts to lift a card. rolls around

imagine he could change to a worm and back at will and used it in his shows

disappearing act . but what you don’t know is that there’s a tiny worm on the stage.

i keep getting distracted.

wonders what’s going on but thinks it’s funny at first. then it’s like. oh. oh!!

tries his best to figure out how to turn back. there’s panic there definitely, as any sane person would have, but i think it would especially set in after a little while — he starts thinking less about himself and more about his siblings, father, and you. will you know it’s him? he’s stripped of his capabilities, his tongue, his tricks. he was never a good fighter, but like this he is completely helpless.

if he can’t turn back, i think he’d want to stay w/ lynette at all times. sorry. she’s getting enclosure privileges . you can visit though

would a sentient worm be a funny addition to a magic show

could a worm gather intelligence..?

that would be funny

lynette just sets him down places to eavesdrop and he somehow idk recounts what he heard later

weaponized wormification

anyway. learns to live with it, especially if he’s able to stay near his siblings, though not as comfortably as the others

if he turns back he’s very relieved, a bit shaken. not because of really being a worm but just the helplessness that comes with losing your entire body and existence and what you deem useful about yourself . i think this goes for all of them, though

he’s okay

NAVIA:

president, leader, boss, commander-in-chief of the spina di rosula. my girl !!

you think anything’s changing??? nuh uh

get her some nice soil and a piece of paper with letters on it. congratulations . you’re her translator now.

my sister said wormija board im dying

anyway

might be a little shocked at first and wonder what’s going on, but ultimately i think she’d have fun being a worm if she knew she was going to turn back. she’s sillay like that. i loove her

i think first and foremost she’d try to get the attention of you or other loved ones. might stay close to something of hers if there isn’t a way to reach someone quickly, to try and signal that she’s. herselfff

but like she’s having fun. she’s enjoying it. unbothered queen

so wormquette !! :3c

in wormification angst land, she would mourn her human body but if there’s no way to get it back, she’s not going to let it stop her. she’s been through hardship before. she has overcome it before and she can do it again.

would be the best worm president, leader, boss, commander-in-chief to ever live. for sure

girlypop. she eats. she would slay . beauty and brains even in a worm body. :3

would not be that picky about living space tbh . might like some decorations and a nice place to sleep, though. i think she’d like it being watered! unlike someone.

unbothered. moisturized. happy. in her lane. focused. flourishing.

she’d enjoy sweet fruits in particular! worm version of baked goods.

considering the people she’s lost to being dissolved though, being wormified is kind of funny. like . similar situation (losing your body etc) but she’s still here

:3

hehe. fate

worm angst…

i’m silly

promise

[soberpluto]

Chart Ruler in the 12 Houses Pt. 1

Hi loves! Debrief on having your 1st house ruler (or chart ruler) in all 12th houses. As a side note: in Modern Astrology, Scorpio, Aquarius and Pisces have a secondary ruler (Pluto, Uranus and Neptune, correspondingly), so if you have any of these signs as your Ascendant, the houses in which your two ruling planets (lords) sit should be taken into account equally. 💎

1st house: Super booster here. When you have the ruler of your chart in your 1st house or conjunct your Ascendant, your character and health tend to be very strong and enduring. You embody your rising sign’s traits to the bone, to the point you may identify more with its characteristics instead of your Sun sign’s, physically and personality wise. You are independent and don’t need to rely on others opinion or approval to build the life you want. You find success easier because of your great resourcefulness. The planets in your ASC can color your psyche big time, and this is reinforced when your chart ruler sits in your 1st house. The sign and topics it represent will be of special importance throughout your whole life. Part of your life purpose consists of discovering and taming yourself through self-knowledge and being able to tap into the purest form of power within your being. How you share it will the world will depend on your rising sign.

2nd house: You are driven by the pursuit of finding value in your life. Depending on the planet, these things can go from relationships to philosophical knowledge, for example. When your chart ruler sits in your 2nd house, matters like money, stability, security, pleasure and comfort represent major goals in life. You feel worthy through your own achievements, and can gain a lot of wealth and material success when you have a dignified placement. Part of your life mission consists of building financial health, but also developing a strong and grounded sense of self-worth and self-esteem through the discovery of what you find beautiful and/or valuable. Things like art, music, nature and enjoyment can inspire you deeply. The downside is that you can be a bit lazy, overly materialistic and/or unchangeable because you fear leaving your comfort zone.

3rd house: You are someone who enjoys networking and communicating with others. You are witty and like to keep connected with your close surroundings. You live in the world of possibilities and connections. Social media and gossip may make you feel alive and important, not in a way that you have to talk about others to feel okay, but in the sense that you need to feel you belong to a close circle or that your social interactions and wide are varied because this satisfies your need for stimulation and novelty. You like to know everything about everyone! Learning and academic pursuits will always help you to evolve and keep your hyperactive mind productive. The intellectual realm is something very important to you, that’s why you like to travel, absorb all possible information, and have a wide circle of contacts. When this house is active, things like writing, learning, communicating, and networking are strengths. You are awesome at spreading information. Your siblings and close surroundings may hold an important key to your life’s mission, too. The not so good thing is that you can be overly analytic, nervous, restless and instable if you don’t control your insatiable need for novelty and freshness.

4th house: You are really private, someone who finds comfort in their own space, a place hidden from the public eye. Home and family life is very important to you. This doesn’t mean that you are obsessed with your family or that you cannot leave your roots, but instead, that you need to find security and heartfelt connection and appreciation wherever you go to feel happy. Women, children and/or heritage are close to your heart, just as family assets and things that have sentimental value. The emotional realm and how you use it anchor to places and people are very important to find your own place in the world. You will make a home wherever you love and are loved, and that’s your superpower.  You are familiar to the ups and downs of life, and this makes you someone who is empathetic, compassionate, and sensitive to other’s needs. The negative of this is that you may have a really hard time letting things go because of your tendency to live in the past; you sometimes just care too much about those you love, even if it’s not reciprocated. Your parents and/or ancestors and you can be releasing karma from previous lives too, so overcoming matters related to your upbringing or childhood are particularly important to fulfill your life’s mission!

5th house: Entertainment, sports, music, art, hobbies, drama and being in the lime-light are yours to enjoy in this lifetime. Your gifts are creative talent and authenticity. Discovering your passions and sharing them with the world through your unique character and candor are part of your life’s mission on Earth. People can be magnetized to you for no particular reason and this is because you are meant to inspire them through your most true self. You can be a bit arrogant, self-centered and/or seek a lot of attention when your personality is out of control, but for the most part, this placement allows you to march at your own rhythm and pace and shine with regality and charisma anywhere you go! Living under too much control, a lack of self-expression or being the shadow of someone else’s light and success will make you feel unworthy and depressed, so it’s important you strive to make your own merits and use your creativity to exploit (in the good sense) all you are meant to share with the world. You can become famous or achieve a lot of recognition with this configuration. You will find a lot of fulfillment in children, romance, acting, modeling, art and/or creative recreational activities.

6th house: Daily routine, health and growth on the material realm will be very relevant to you. Your wellness depends largely on how you feel about yourself. This placement may not be so fun as others, but the promises of having your chart ruler in the 6th house are inspiring others through the way you behave on a daily basis and how much care you put into yourself. You can become workaholic and/or be very committed to your body through exercise, diets, and healing of diseases, just be mindful of the tendency to become hypochondriac or too obsessed with being perfect, nobody is! You will tend to be hard working, diligent, modest, humble, and service-oriented towards others. People may see you as reliable, someone who is very trustworthy and excellent at their job. While you are flexible and curious in life, you like to rely on your mind to engage with the world, and your logic can certainly help you achieve your goals as long as you learn about moderation between your “duties” and relaxation, because both are equally important for your well-being.

I will post Pt 2 in a bit! Thanks for reading 😘

[opinated-user]

In yesterday's editing stream Lily said that Courtney's story was lifted from "Flawed" by Kate Avelynn. Has anyone read that book do you know what she's talking about? From what I've read about the book it looks like it's about a semi romantic yet very toxic relationship between siblings. But that doesn't Courtney ripped the story from it, unless it's literally word for word the characters in that book get up to some stuff at night.

i haven't read this book, but this already sounds nothing to anything Courtney has ever claimed about LO. for the record too, LO has referenced this book before as another "visual gag" on another video that, surprisingly, had no business including incest out of nowhere. this is still implying that there was ever any romantic aspect to anything between them, something that Courtney has never said there was. idk, this sounds to me like the only one who saw a romantic aspect to anything that she was doing with her sibling was LO... which again fits with Courtney saying that LO would get visibly upset at being told that incest was gross and not "the purest form of love there is."

[imsatu]

Dew’s element change

(This is the first time I post something here and it's scary. Hi!)

I think Dew’s element change wasn’t something unexpected or horrible on him. Maybe he had always known that he was born under the wrong element, and felt naturally drawn to the complete opposite.

[ 620 words about how I think Dewdrop's element change went like]

CW: a bit of self hate maybe? everyone is happy at the end so it's all good

All his life as a ghoul he felt like his feelings were absurd. How dare he complain about his own element, when there were a million things more important to worry about.

But he couldn’t ignore it. He hated his gills, his scales, his forked tail, he hated the cold and the feeling of wetness, he wasn’t even a good swimmer. He always felt all wrong, making him angry most of the time.

The first time he met a fire ghoul, it was like something clicked inside of him, but it gave way to the purest form of sadness he had ever felt. His eyes were filled with yearning anytime he looked at the ghoul. Everything was so different, and yet, so similar. But he knew he couldn’t have it, he couldn’t change. The heat, the pointy tail, the scaleless skin, the smooth neck, the big horns, he wanted them.

When he was first summoned, he was instantly given a bass, but he snuck out of the dorms at night to practice with the guitars, learning and mastering all the songs very easily, earning more than a few scoldings. It was worth it, though, since he had been told that the only reason that he had been given a bass was his element, he felt himself distancing from it. He never put it down, of course, he loves the music, and being a part of the Ghost project, but he couldn’t help but look at it differently, even though it was the first thing related to his element that he was truly good at. Still, he wasn’t surprised when he was told that the guitars he had been practicing with belonged to the fire ghouls.

The ghouls themselves were the ones that discovered Dew’s special talent with the guitar, Ifrit and Aether being the main encouraging him to keep going with the instrument, but later finding out Dew’s feelings about his own element.

Ifrit felt like had been so blind, remembering all the instances he had caught Dew staring at him whenever he used his element, to light up the chimneys, or the candles at mass, how he clenched his jaw whenever someone mentioned how warm he was, how he looked away, lost in his thoughts, after each one of the moments, with longing in his eyes.

Of course, he had assumed it was due to whatever other reason, he had guessed many things, but none was even close to the real one.

Both Ifrit and Aether felt their hearts breaking when Dew’s eyes flooded after confessing. He always seemed so confident, with his bright smile and active personality, even on stage at the rituals, he never reflected a pinch of doubt. He now seemed so different from the Dewdrop they knew. So… Fragile.

Aether just hugged him, so tight the smaller ghoul felt like he couldn’t breathe. But he smiled, a warmth he wasn’t familiar with expanding in his chest. 

“We love you just the same,” Aether said, in the middle of the hug. “We are here for you.”

They were the ones that encouraged him to show off his guitar skills to their Papa, and they were the ones that talked to Sister Imperator and begged for the clergy to help Dew feel as happy as he deserved.

The ritual for the change of element was scary, for everyone. Not as scary as it was for Dew, obviously. It took all the power of the ghouls and all the prayers of the siblings of sin. Nobody was left without a job that day, every single person, or ghoul, was essential, and of course, everyone was so happy to be able to help.

Not as happy as Dew, obviously.

[pink-wysteria]

I feel like I'm non stop posting about Riptide but it's consumed my mind body and soul rn so forgive me but also

out of the main dynamics in the show - chip and jay's siblings, chip and gillion's gay lovers, and the albatrio as a whole, I think the friendship between gillion and jay feels somehow like the purest form of friendship. they're not siblings, they're not romantic, they're just two people who love and trust each other wholeheartedly enough to know that they can lean on each other when they're at their lowest and have no expectations from the other apart from their unconditional support. like, I love the dynamics that each of the trio has with the other, but it's so heartening to see just a wonderful, encouraging friendship that's just a /friendship/, you know? like, there's no 'she's like a sister to me', there's no jokes about them getting together, they just are two incredible friends and I love that. I love that they don't feel the need to explicitly state that it's platonic because of course it is because people are allowed to be friends without having to quantify that they feel no romantic interest in each other.

we've watched them become best friends over the course of like a hundred episodes and so when gillion tells her he will fight for what she wants or when jay tells him that he is exactly who he needs to be, it just feels so much more rewarding because it's just so earned from their characters

idk man i just love all the characters on this show I don't know any other better way to express it T.T

[bulbabutt]

so me n sibling finished rise rewatch with all the newfound turtle lore after our big tmnt media binge......... many feelings i wanna get out

firstable........ how anyone watched this show and didnt think those were the ninja turtles in purest form i will never understand. like you cannot deny any of these characters being the same characters but with new roles to fill. raph is the protector. mikey is the heart. leo is the strategist. donnie is the brain. it just created a new dynamic, but never strayed very far from what came before

second....... take the ninja turtles and just hammer home a story about generational trauma and healing from it, giving them strength from how much they love and trust each other.... you break my heart wide open i am crying

to me they are the best amalgamation of all the turtles who came before them like: silly and sweet like 87, they have this close familial understanding unconditional love like 03, and this overarching story of bringing a family back together like 12

started this watch of all turtle media because rise on its own felt so good, but having gone back and seen all the other pieces i was missing makes me appreciate what it was doing more, because i felt every other series and movie in this one in spirit, but with the ideals of the modern cartoon saying: hey kids, its okay to ask for help, youre not alone, your feelings matter, and the people around you should support you

and on top of that, obviously the most visually stunning version to date, utilizing years of lessons learned from western cartoons and anime, meshing together in breathtaking action, but also having the most hilariously snappy comedic animation that uses what seem like cheap movements of a frame to make every line of dialogue all the more hysterical, and having these very expressive characters be able to be very subtle in the touching emotional moments.

i genuinely love this show so much and i feel really stupid for not having watched it sooner, and the fact it is the shortest of all the shows that never got the chance to finish its story makes me so sad. but at least what story it did get to tell was beautiful.

[melrosing]

I never noticed Tyrion was a King Richard III parallel my mind is blown 😭

haha you can see GRRM having a lot of fun with it all through ASOIAF once you’re looking out for it, this from Arya’s TWOW chapter in particular….. like here Bobono is reciting his lines from the play ‘The Bloody Hand’ which is obviously about Tyrion, and it’s literally just a play on Richard III’s opening soliloquy:

“The seven-faced god has cheated me,” he said. “My noble sire he made of purest gold, and gold he made my siblings, boy and girl. But I am formed of darker stuff, of bones and blood and clay, twisted into this rude shape you see before you.” MERCY, TWOW

where compared to RIII's soliloquy (cropping the parts where RIII makes veiled reference to his brothers bc that's harder to parse out of context, but even without that it's obvious):

… But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deformed, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity: And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days. RICHARD III, ACT I.i

[rustedbread]

Im an older sister, a five years difference between me and my brother. But if our genders were reversed and was reading all of these creepy posts defending inc*st like that....trust me i wouldve literally thought about cutting my own dick off from the amount of disgust id be feeling.

You are SO real for this! fairly I lost the ability to eat entirely due to this, I haven't eaten at all today, I'm slowly trying to reintroduce actually eating by drinking some sport drinks because hurting due to not eating really ain't the best it's so, so gross, especially how they're spinning it to be like, they're better than everyone else

this isn't some narrative of love going to eventually win over the violent oppression you're supporting inc*st like siblings are the truest and purest form of love, I would do anything for my siblings, especially my younger siblings because they deserve so, so much and the concept that anyone could want their siblings carnally or romantically is so, so corrupt and disgusting I can't form proper words to be convincing even, because it's that much of a substantial moral fact to me it's like having to try and talk to someone who thinks a moral backbone like that can be excused and overlooked I don't think it'd ever be worth it it's so gross I swear it's so gross

[mythical-song-wolf]

Wish Rewrite: Some Worldbuilding & Magic (A Chaotic Ramble)

note: probably what I'm saying here will contradict the Characters post I made, but that's because another deleted scene has been found and I intend to incorporate the information from those deleted scenes as best as I can

Wishing Stars & Wishes

Wishing stars gain their power from wishes fulfilled and wishes granted. While granting a wish takes some of their power/energy, the return is more than enough to compensate the loss.

Depending on the age of the wishing star is how far its limits are. Their ages vary specifically on how long they've been wishing stars and not just regular stars. The two oldest wishing stars are the two stars, with the elder between the two being the second star to the right.

Aster is around Asha's age as a wishing star, and thus his power isn't that great. He can't grant as many nor as powerful wishes as his parents. He can't make a wooden doll into a living person. He can't grant blessings to protect people. And something his parents insisted he can't yet with his abilities, is become mortal and then come back to being a star after death.

Now, onto wishes themselves. The wishes that grant the stars power and the orbs Magnifico steal are made from one's true desire deep within the purest part of their hearts. Wishes are made from the strongest magic of them all, love.

When one has their wish taken/given to someone in the case of Rosas' people, it's like taking out their heart. An empty void is left where their wish once was, where their passion and love once was.

In history, people only gave such vital things to them to someone they love and loves them in turn as a sign of their bond and love for each other.

When a wish is removed from a person and they change because of it, the negative magic released from the void in their heart makes others not see the change. At least, not fully. They don't know what causes it, but they also don't believe it to be the wish removal in the case of Rosas, its because of something else wrong with them. For as people have the capacity for both good and evil, the purest wish in their heart is the deepest concentration of that good, and removing it disrupts that balance within them.

Asha has always been able to sort of see how having their wish taken away changes people in ways that others just can't. The only people that were ever the exception were ones who wrote their wish on a Wishing Tree, because the memory of their wish isn't confined and hidden away, it's constantly bathed and seeing starlight. The stars see their wish, but without the magic words, the stars cannot grant them.

Those magic words?

Star light, star bright, First star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, Have this wish I wish tonight.

World building/A History of Rosas???

Rosas is by no means an old kingdom, but nor is it that old. It's 6 generations of Royals looking after, protecting, and offering refuge to all those who seek it. The royals use the magic power they have to better their home and aid their people.

Surrounding Rosas are various hamlets not governed by the kingdom, but friends to them nonetheless through the hard work the royals and their heirs put into fostering good relations with them. Many of the hamlets request that their location be kept secret as both a form of respect and a safety measure should Rosas' crown ever land on the wrong heir.

King Magnus "Magnifico" De Rosas was only twenty when he was crowned king, due the unfortunate passing of his father, mother, and siblings in an attack from one of the neighboring villages.

On that day, Magnifico claimed all those neighboring hamlets as traitors that conspired together to eliminate the royal family. They had come across dark magic that lets them take away people's souls, and without the rest of his family by his side, Magnus has not the power to stand up against them. His people offered their aid in any way, but he insisted that the only way would be something lost to time and never done before. The people didn't listen and insisted.

In the end, that's how the people of Rosas started giving their wishes to the king once they were of age.

It wasn't a complete lie from Magnus.

The magic inherently within those wishes act like wireless charges for him. The more he can use to power up, the stronger he becomes.

The royal family was killed and the hamlets did betray the king.

Magnus was the reason for his family's demise, because his parents saw the darkness in his heart and knew he could never be the heir nor even considered it. Regardless of if something happened to the eldest, Magnus would've been skipped over for his younger siblings. Magnifico didn't like that and orchestrated their death.

The neighboring hamlets are in contact with each other, and one of the villagers who was foraging at the time saw the assassination go down and immediately went back to the village and warned the others. The hamlets are against Rosas' crown, but because the king that wears the title is a false one.

The people of Rosas never had much reason not to believe the royal family, and those who did voice suspicion would be ousted as a traitor and mole. In the end, any who do know better than to speak on it, for there are ears listening in the walls, floor, maybe even in the dresser of that inn you're staying at in an attempt to have a secret meeting to discuss such speculations

It didn't help the fact that more people flooded into Rosas in the following years due to a period of turmoil in the world causing many to flee their homes, and thus the only word and story can they hear of is of the king who's housing and protecting them without requesting any charge.

Lady Amaya was not one of those fleeing, but rather simply looking to move. The daughter of two incredibly successful merchants, who's business ventures have ran dry due to the aforementioned turmoil. She's a well educated woman, skilled and knowledgeable on potion making and alchemy, her family was hoping to find new ventures in the King's court as the royal potion maker.

Magnifico was stunned by the beauty before him when he first met with the wealthy family. He would've rejected their proposition if not for how gorgeous their daughter was. As a show of loyalty, from a citizen to their king, they would give up their wishes. Individually, and in private.

The moment he saw Amaya's wish, he knew that no other woman could ever be his Queen. Thus began their courtship, and while Amaya first did it for the wealth and power that comes with being Queen, she, too, fell for him.

The young couple confirmed their love and devotion to each other in a wish exchange ceremony in private. Magnus gave his wish to Amaya, and she did so in turn. He confessed that he fell in love with her the moment he saw her wish, and when she saw his, she said that it only made her love him all the more. That night, they announced their engagement to the Rosas, only so they can finally tell the world that they have each other's hearts (though the people may never know the true extent of it).

As the years went on, the evil couple destroyed the "traitors" until one hamlet stands. Magnifico would often keep "traitors" for his beloved to use as lab rats for her experiments, and in turn Amaya graciously allows him to hear them scream.

The two would use those innocent people as ways to keep a more youthful look or to power their magic. Children for youth, and those with the ability to use magic as power-ups. Others were expendable, nothing more than chew toys at that point.

Naturally, once the "traitors" severely dwindled in numbers, Magnifico no longer had a reason to hoard the wishes without potential uproar. So he started granting some of those wishes as a thank you from his beloved people, and that became a tradition that lured in more people to come and live in Rosas.

[azrael-1121]

Here’s some lore on Az’s dead siblings. With Az too! :D

Eniko: The disgraced. The forgotten. Second to Naiko, Eniko is everything Naiko wasn’t. Selfish, dishonest, arrogant. Touched by the grace of darkness, Eniko stole the power his brother, Naiko, wielded. But, despite this, he could not handle this. And so, Eniko settled for a lesser than: gravity manipulation.

Luvidia: The kind. The caring. Luvidia was the glue that held the siblings together. Third born of the eleven, second favored of the stars. Luvidia also inherited the grace of energy in its purest form; Emotion.

ONia: …

ZaZani: The cold. The uncaring. The most useless of the eleven, ZaZani was a direct contrast to his elder sister, Luvidia. Graced with the ability of emotion, ZaZani sought to rid existence of the gift of feeling.

Zaizvo: The prodigal son. The God amongst Gods. Also known by Azrael, Zaizvo was the child favored by the cosmos. At his birth, his form was touched by chaos, granting him a power that was just as spectacular as it was dangerous; unpredictability. There was no end to what he could do, and this made him an unnatural force. Though favored, he was never loved, and his siblings revered him because of his gift. All but one; Eniko.

Runi: The wise. The knowing. Runi, the smartest of his siblings, shared his knowledge and wisdom with the eleven. He was the brains, the back bone, the only thing that kept them going with a plan.

RuAzure: The torch. The ember. One of the four shining stars, RuAzure embodied flame. So much so that her form was shapeless. A simple ember amongst the roaring flames of the other shining stars.

NaiAzure: The weak.. At the bottom of the shining stars, NaiAzure was regarded as the weakest of the eleven. She did not harbor any hate, nor love. She felt nothing, she was nothing. This, however, was not by choice.. Her flames were merely for show, its power being nonexistent.

Remiel: … The feared. The slayer of Gods. Second youngest of the eleven, Remiel was the power behind the shining stars. You see, Remiel didn’t command ordinary flame.. No.. She was special. Just as her elder brother before her, Remiel was also touched by chaos. But.. her power.. Her flames.. Cursed to be ever black, tinted with a vile crimson hue, her flames burned hot enough to burn the very souls of whoever, or whatever comes into contact with it. If she touches you with her flame, you are done. It’s as simple as that.

LaLazure: The merciful. Just Remiel, LaLazure held powerful flames. Unfortunately, her flames were only second to her elder sister. Her potential was vast, but she was simply outshined. A pity..