#since revolution was on 3/3 and it's supposed to be night

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[voltas-do-mar]

bring me home / bring me home thoughts of you will bring me home as the sun may rise with crashing tides oh, you will bring me home

oh, at home there's my darling [The name here is muffled. Two syllables.] and i miss him all day long he has strange style / but he makes me smile and for him i will stay strong

[girlactionfigure]

Here’s what it’s like to be a Jewish student at UPenn 🧵👇

 Penn was my dream school. Now it feels unrecognizable. Rising antisemitism, vandalism, and threats have gone unchecked. I shared my story with congress and the state senate months ago — nothing has changed.

In September 2023, UPenn hosted the Palestine Writes Festival. It featured speakers with long antisemitic histories who glorified terrorism. Thousands of students, alumni, and politicians pleaded with the administration to act.

They ignored us.  2/ 

I raised my safety concerns with UPenn leadership. Their response? "Hillel is one of the safest buildings on campus. You have nothing to worry about."

2 days later, Hillel was vandalized. The perpetrator screamed: “F** the Jews!”*  3/ 

Hillel is supposed to be a safe space—a place to eat kosher, pray, rehearse with my a cappella group, or just study.

The morning of the break-in, my op-ed was finally published: “What Are We Waiting For?”

Hours later, my fears were proven right. Weeks later a bomb threat was made on the building 4/

Noah Rubin | An open letter to Jewish students at PennNoah Rubin urges fellow students at Penn to utilize their....Link

December 3rd, 2023: A mob of students, faculty, and extremists marched through campus.

They screamed:

“Intifada revolution!” “From water [river] to water [sea], Arab Palestine!” “Only the martyr in spirit and blood can open the gates of Al Aqsa!” 5/ 

We locked ourselves in our rooms, terrified.

Buildings were vandalized with graffiti:

“Blood Money” “Intifada” “Avenge Gaza” 6/ 

I missed my finals work that night. I and hundreds of Jewish students couldn’t leave our rooms.

I shared this months ago. Now another semester is over, and nothing has changed to prevent this from happening again.

The silence from UPenn’s administration is deafening.  7/ 

Since then, a pro-Hamas encampment took over campus for 2 weeks in the spring. Jewish students were harassed daily:

Called slurs. Physically blocked from campus spaces. Told: “Hamas should do it again. You’re next.”

We were told to “avoid the center of campus.”  8/ 

Meanwhile, we were called: “Nazis,” “Hitler’s children,” and worse.

Some Jewish students were physically assaulted. 

Professors aren’t just silent—they’re leading this:

Some skip class to chant “Intifada!” Others justify Hamas terror or post extremist rhetoric online.

One even posted a Hamas military patch as a “cool” Facebook photo.

How is this acceptable?  9/ 

I’ve had over 20 meetings with administrators. I’ve been told to “take care of myself and get some rest.”

That was months ago. Now the semester is over, and I’m asking again:

How long will Jewish students be ignored?  10/ 

Why do these professors have full classrooms? Why are they given the official platform to spew hate? 

Many of them are not even tenured!  11/ 

Penn is failing its Jewish students. We’re looking over our shoulders just to get to class.

We deserve better. This fight isn’t just about us—it’s about stopping hatred from being normalized on campus.

Enough is enough.  12/ 

If you’re a Jewish student, an ally, or someone who cares about truth—stand up, speak out, and hold universities accountable.

We shouldn’t have to feel unsafe at our own schools.

I ask again: What are we waiting for?

🛑 #StopAntisemitism

@NoahGRubin

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@thatsastepladder

US: Britannia and I did not start off with what I would call a happy relationship. Me: I'm shocked. US: It's true. It's true. Though it was something from afar for longer than you would expect. I never met her directly during the Revolution, or during 1812. Me: Why is that? US: She was...widespread then. Literally, during that era she was the most powerful of us by a wide margin. I was barely a flicker in the eye at the edge of her vast empire. I didn't warrant much in the way of her attention. Me: When DID you first meet? US: August 24th, 1814. Me: ...isn't that the night a bunch of British redcoats burned down the White House? US: The same night. I was standing in the light of it, of course, out on the lawn. My hackles were raising. I was plum ready to swear vengeance on her and her kin and by god- well but then she was there. Me: She appeared to you in that moment? US: Right before I swore some sort of fool blood oath, yes. We spoke. She was older than me. More experienced. Told me I had two choices. To plant my boots in the sod and hate and hate and hate, throw a hook at her right there and then we could exchange them until we were both bloody and confused as to who'd started what and why or... Me: Or...? US: I could let it go. We could both decide that war wasn't what either of us wanted. Put the hatchet in the dirt there and then and work towards a tomorrow. Me: So that conversation was the reason British-American relations would turn out so...cordial despite shared history? US: Or everything turning out so cordial despite shared history was why the conversation happened, hard to say. Since then she and I have always been...I'd say steadfast. She's not my bosom buddy but when I need someone who will sit down and listen and tell me what I actually NEED to hear, it's she. Me: Well better for all of us I suppose. US: Plus one of her young'uns turned in to my right hand man Johnny Canuck. Me: HA. Fair enough. And Marienne? US: She and I got along night one-...wh-w- by that I mean that-! Me: *Visible eyebrow* US: She and I have always had a mutual understanding! Get your mind outta the gutter, son! Though she was in a so-rry state when I first met her, wouldn't be long before I found out why... Me: The Revolution? US: When we first met she had this growing crack along her neck, going down over her collar and breastbone. Moved about 3 inches deeper in the time I knew her then. Took a beating the woman did, inside and out. Nowadays she and I are just...comfortable. Me: *Re-raises eyebrow* US: NEXT QUESTI-

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US: Challenges for ME, that's for certain. Me: How so? US: Well the challenges for them are what you'd expect. They're not as trained, not used to being under fire. Have to learn teamwork and trust and tactics. But that's expected. Me: Ok, so what isn't? US: They are not too all impressed with ME a lot of the time, especially when we first meet. Me: You as a person or...? US: As a person, as an idea. Been a long time since young people have been fully proud to stand and salute in my general direction. Not that there's no reason for that, mind. By nature of being...what I am and also being an old school mystery man, it's a two layer cake of authority for them to bristle under. Me: They get stuck with you as a magnet for all their hang ups about America AND as a stern father figure they want to shove against? US: Bingo. I like to think I'm reasonable in the front seat but I'm still a little...old fashioned when it comes to "management", I can struggle to give young folks the support they need to feel comfortable with me. Plus I got so used to everything being unspoken with my old Freedom Fighters. Me: The old Human Bomb or the like, they just trusted you implicitly US: And me them, certainly. Ironically we got TOO synced up for me to need to do a lot of leading there for a while. Each of them would just do what needed doing, like we were all fingers on the same fist. Me: And your new team? US: Some of the proudest damn men and women I have ever have the pleasure of serving with. I just got some pie on my face first. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

US: Day drinking. *We both laugh* US: In all honesty it's hard to tell you. It's a while away yet... Me: It's July 4th of this year. US:...oh jesus golly lord above me... *He leans back in his chair, pulling his hat down over his eyes*

[chussyracing]

what has been happening in the world of motorsports lately?

Natalie Robyn will leave the role of CEO of FIA after little over one year in the position after a “mutual agreement”

there is a rumour about Logan’s manager speaking to Haas for the opportunity of American team hiring American driver from next season onwards (reminder that Kevin is likely out of contention, Ollie is the hottest candidate and Guanyu is next in talks with Haas according to the paddock gossip)

the Chicago GP was denied …for now (so at this point you have to consider it being a possibility, potentially rotating circuit?)

Merc apparently offered Carlos a one year contract, since they want to keep their options open (potentially for Max leaving or for Kimi stepping up into the team), Red Bull is keen on keeping Checo (although Marko denied they would give him the 3 years contract extension he would like to get) so that door is closing, Audi reportedly extended the deadline on the decision from Carlos till around Monaco

there will be a special edition of Ferrari Trento on the podium this weekend (I’m adding a picture below) and special awards with names of previous winners including people of Emilia Romagna for the year 2023

Williams posted Lap of Legends with Logan driving against AI programmed legends (Andretti, Hill, Manson, Prost, Button, Villeneuve)

Alex Albon extended his Williams contract on multiple year basis (meaning he will be driving with the team through the new regs, but with Fred and Charles starting a new fashion in F1, we simply don’t know how long exactly that contract is)

Domenicali confirmed 25 races a season is a maximum stated by the Concorde Agreement, but he wants to expand F1 calendar in other ways (rotating circuits, more sprints, some journals even talk about sprints at every race weekend)

Ferrari esports team won the constructor championship

Max is supposed to be joining Team Redline this weekend because apart from Imola he is said to be racing in virtual 24 hours of Nürburgring (but with how their weekend is going so far? who knows)

F3 drivers Alex Dunne and Martinius Stenshorne became members of the McLaren junior academy

speaking of juniors, Nikola Tsolov, Martinius Stenshorne and Arvid Linblad (Alpine, McLaren and Red Bull juniors) broke the sporting code by racing in different series without announcing it (the reports differ about who raced where, if they announced it to their teams or to FIA) – the result is, Tsolov and Stenshorne will get a race ban, one of Spa, one for Silverstone, and Lindblad will only get a fine, because he didn’t race in a full race just took a part in testing/practice before the real race

reminder for people watching Sky Sports, that David Croft won’t be in this weekend, and Harry Benjamin is stepping in his place

FIA is considering a different penalty system for continuous penalties and for the situation where a driver gains advantage by leaving the track (Kevin started a revolution)

Domenicali also spoke about a possible engine change for 2030 regulations as the feedback from fans is that they miss the good old sound of F1 (so possibly more noise)

team principals (and Domenicali) had a shared dinner together in Imola and Andrea Stella didn’t get the memo about the dress code for the night

More than Equal initiative founded by David Coulthard and a Czech businessman Karel Komárek started a driver development programme with first 6 female drivers between 13 and 14 years from across the world including Czechia and Slovakia (and 4 more female drivers under the age of 13 got their backing)

31st world stars charity football match between star team for the children and all stars drivers will be held in Monaco on 21st May (we have yet to get confirmed who will be present)

Adrian Newey said he is ready to join another team after a short holiday and according to Jonathan Mcaboy, he already signed with Ferrari

in the latest interview James Vowles reminded that letting go of Logan in the middle of the season is not planned but he has to be open and say that he is at risk of losing his seat for next season because they are talking to 4-5 other drivers (he also said that their car is about 15 kgs overweight and their new upgrade introduced here is meant to fight that problem)

head aerodynamicist Gioacchino Vino is leaving Mercedes but they will get Simone Resta (strategy) and Enrico Sampo (performance) joining as soon as in October (side note: some reports say Vino was poached by Ferrari but 1: it is one not very reliable source, I highly doubt this is a figure Ferrari would go for and there are also reports it was not his choice to leave the team)

Pierre will run an auction for his tribute helmet for Senna after this weekend and donate the money to his charity

Charles said that Xavi leaving was a team decision, and he was informed after Miami

Valtteri Bottas held talks with James Vowles behind closed doors in Imola

[little1too1dramatic]

2nd Week; 5 movies for Lolitas

Hiii (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ You know, I´m something of a movie buff. However, this time I didn´t go for the best, or even the ones I enjoyed most (even if I liked all of the entries, of course) or even the objectivelly (critically) best ones. I think that those are good films for lolitas for various reasons. And spoiler - you won´t find Kamikaze Girls nor Marie Antoinette there.  1. Gypsy 83 Gypsy 83 is actually a goth film, but I feel like everyone who is a part of some subculture should see it. It´s about two friends, one who is struggling as a gay goth kid from a conservative town and one who is a plus size woman (with a lot of mommy issues) and their way to New York for Stevie Nicks night. Speaking of quality in road trip genre, it´s not another Priscilla, Queen of the Desert, but it´s about being true to yourself, even if your surroundings continue to let you down. Also, I love the soundtrack and wardrobes of our main characters! Honestly, maybe just skip it and watch Priscilla, Queen of the Desert? Less goths, but more drag queens.  2. Devil Wears Prada What does beggining of worst era for style and setting in a fashion magazine in common with EGL?  Honest love for fashion. Everyone who likes to watch out for trends, or likes their history, should watch this movie about people willing to do everything for fashion. Also, Meryl Streep is really chic here. Everyone feeling too old to dress nicely should watch her. 

3. Angelika Even though this might look a bit rough, the story is set in baroque and magnificent French castles. Gothic and baroque - the most lolita-sque of all historical styles.  If beautiful set isn´t enough, you will still love costumes! Angelika has a big wardrobe, so everyone will find something.If you don´t know this series of films, you should read about it first. It´s quite explicit, so you might prepare for it. 4. Adéla ještě nevečeřela/Ádela Has Not Had Her Supper Yet Czech film, a period detective sci-fi comedy. We made a lot of them, it was hard to film something contemporary (and even harder to make it any good) during socialism.   The influence of Edwardian era on lolita shouldn´t be underplayed, which is why I recommend Downton Abbey, but this feels closer to me. Adéla is a very funny detective comedy with great stylization, which makes it cool to watch even if you don´t enjoy the costumes.  Fun fact: Robert Redford was supposed to play main character.

Honorable mention goes to Titanic. 5. Amadeus I heard it´s one of the best films around? Well, it´s not my favourite, even if I adore Miloš Forman, but it´s gorgeous. From costumes, to pre-revolution Prague (don´t let them fool you, Vienna wouldn´t be so fabulour in 1988). Since it´s about the one and only Mozart, a lot of scenes are in opera, which is fabulous. And the mascarade scene? Roccoco i sone of my favourite eras, and it´s depicted beautifully here. Dear god. Theodore Pištěk won Academy Award for this and it´s easy to see why.

[hotnsteamyfanfic]

My Hottest Fanfic: Luffy Doesn't Post Fanfiction for 3 Months and Gets Deported to Adopt Me 😈⛓️🔞🥵

It’s been three months since my last fanfic, and you haven’t been waiting for no reason.  😈⛓ They say to live life on the edge but this will make you finish at lightning speed ⚡💦🌊

Luffy yawned as he awoke at sea in his bedchamber. He stretched his limbs until he could feel the ceiling and then pulled himself out of bed. Last night he’d partied a bit too hard and crashed into his bed without changing into pajamas. There weren’t many options on the ship, so he decided to stick with the same clothes. He opened up the rugged wooden door to his room, but was shocked by a girl standing there. “Who the hell are you?!” he loudly shrieked. He heard a soft chuckle coming from Zoro at the other side of the ship.

“I’m whatever that girl’s name was from middle school. Like Alistair but I think I got that spelling wrong. I’m here to remind you that you haven’t posted a fanfiction in three months,” she said.

“But… I thought you’d forgotten about this whole joke profile. It’s not that big of a deal that I just haven’t posted in a while,” Luffy responded.

“It is that big of a fucking deal, you hear me?!”

“No.”

“If you’ve ever heard about the story of Arachne from Greek mythology you’ll know to not mess with those in higher power, or face consequences.”

“You’re literally just some girl that broke into the ship, how are you of higher power?”

“You know what? fuck you; you’re going to the world of Adopt Me. Say goodbye to your silly adventures!” she said in a joyous tone.

Luffy suddenly fell through the floorboards of the ship and almost immediately landed into a tiny home with nothing but a bed and a few boxes in front of him. He’d only taken a tiny fall. A small bird from inside the house fluttered around him and said—with a very high-pitched voice—”Welcome to Adopt Me!”

“What the fuck?! The tutorial is supposed to be a fucking textbox, not a bird! The only fucking birds in Adopt Me are those dumb little idiots that ask to eat food sometimes and beg to go to school every, like, 20 days; that is if they even have bird pets in this dumb world.”

The bird angrily replied, “If you’re gonna be such a bitch to me then you might as well just play this game without any tutorial.”

“I’ve always wanted to skip this fucking thing, so thank you very much,” he responded.

Luffy turned around and opened his door, revealing the outside world. He walked the road to the tunnel nearby, basking in the bright houses around him, and went through to the other side.

“Woah, I’m going to act like this is the best thing I’ve ever seen to make this story more epic,” he said to himself. “I want to compliment these buildings to add more words to the story to make it look cooler, but these buildings are fucking stupid. Like, a teacup for a tea shop? A giant slice of pizza as a pizza place? You even got a fucking car on top of the dealership!”

He walked his way to the main plaza directly in front of him surrounding the nursery and was met by screams of people constantly saying phrases along the lines of, “ABC to trust trade dream pet!” Luffy sighed at the repetitive and frankly stupid nature of their speech. He walked over to one that wasn’t yelling and tried to spark a conversation, hoping that someone was able to speak normally.

“Hey, what’s your name?” Luffy asked.

The man responded, “Hi, my name is Jake / DP FR Golden Penguin / Trade unwanted pets / Nice guy / Trying to get neon FR golden unicorn / neon maker / pet is NFT until fully grown / trade for free–”

Luffy cut him off by walking away in an attempt to not go insane from these nonsensical words. He walked inside of the nursery and walked to the section labeled ‘pets’. He was greeted by a dog in fancy clothing and thought, damn, dressing up for the French revolution, huh?

“Greetings, what mayhap bring thou on this fine evening?” the dog asked.

“Egg,” he simply replied.

“Ah, so thine quest is to find a pet, mayhap I interest thou in a starter egg?”

“Yeah.”

“Make sure thy take good care of thine new pet, for it contains thine companion for life, until you abandon it for a new one.” The dog then handed Luffy a giant egg.

Luffy walked back and out the door to the nursery, weaved through the crowd of braindead merchants, through the tunnel, and back home.

He opened the door to his home and went to the room to the front-right: the kitchen. He activated the burner and cracked his massive egg onto the pan, where it immediately started smoking. The heat was way too high and there was no oil in the pan. Luffy started coughing as his whole house quickly filled up with smoke, the sound of his smoke alarm only adding further chaos to the situation. The egg was stuck to the pan and he couldn’t do anything to stop it.

Zoro looked down into the hole Luffy had fallen throug—watching Luffy as some of the smoke escaped it—and said, “Gyatt damn, he can’t even fry an egg. Shit’s smoking like a black blunt. Dumbass bitch can’t even use a stove. Thought that gum-gum fruit only made him bad at swimming, not cooking. Hey, bitch, I think you forgot the salt. I’d love to start smoking you, but the egg is already doing that. My mom could cook better than that, and she’s dead! I don’t even care if that’s lore accurate, I just know that you being a dumbass is. I bet you tried to fry an egg with baby oil one time. I bet you think that baby oil came from babies. You can’t even operate a microwave without burning the food. When you try to boil pasta you light the water on fire. When you turn on an empty oven you burn the metal grates.”

[delilahcalicocat]

♡☆~Friday~☆♡

{Rating: Smut & Fluff}

{Warnings: Swearing, Crying, Overstimulation, Use of Sex Toys, Degradation, Pet Names, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Kissing, Gentle Aftercare}

{Pairing: Trent? x Fem!Reader}

《WC: around 900 maybe 1k+》

【Summary: Trent has the Friday before Collison and Revolution off, so he makes up for lost time with his girlfriend】

(Reader has a Fluffy white Maine coon cat named Snowflake, and a kitten she named Cobweb)

[Y/N's POV:]

Trent was supposed to be back home after Revolution, so living in Canada not so far from where Trent lives, I figured it'd be a long way here anyways.

"Snowflake! Cobweb! Dinner!" I called for my fuzzy little children known as cats

They came running as soon as they heard their dry food click against the glass bowls, I of course for my baby Cobweb, put milk in his bowl so he doesn't Choke on the dry food since he's only 3 months old, and Snowflake is a year old.

I fed my cats, then did the dishes. Cleaned everything up, and went upstairs to sleep.

It was almost 12:00am so I was tired and ready for bed.

I grabbed my phone charger and put my phone on it, then put it on the nightstand.

I heard a knock at my door and decided to answer it incase it was my new pet bed I'd ordered. I opened the door to see Trent-

"Oh hey Trent!" I hummed

"Get your pretty little ass up those fucking stairs and in your pretty bed of yours" He muttered against my neck before biting it

I headed upstairs, him following not too far behind.

"Gotta make up for lost time with my girl" He muttered fumbling with his belt as I slowly undressed in the corner

I sat down on my bed, as he struggled with his belt.

As soon as he got he belt undone, he started attacking my neck

I started to get a little impatient that he was being so gentle. So I said something I'd regret over the next 7 hours.

"Don't be shy honey. Be rough" I said

He asked if I was sure and I nodded, only for him to slam into me aggressively, making me moan/yelp.

He gave no reprieve, I guess that's what I get for saying give to me rough..

"Good little slut. Taking daddy's cock like this, God your such a good little slut" He praised me a bit.

Around 4 hours later, I was in tears while he mercilessly held a bullet vibrator to me, I was so overstimulated it wasn't funny.

He eventually noticed and decided to stop for the night, he started a bath and put me in it, then went downstairs and answered the door.

It was 5:00am, he'd ordered us breakfast, He fed Snowflake and Cobweb, he got me out of the bath and helped me get dressed and then we ate.

"Be ready for round 15 tonight" He joked

I slapped him playfully with a rose tint to my face.

My legs are still very sore, and it is now Sunday.. Cobweb is snuggling me while Trent is gone-

[thecozykirin]

Day 7 Rumor / Discovery

( Had this really cute idea in my brain and I didn't want to go to sleep and lose it by the morning and it is the 24th where I am so it counts! Had so much fun doing the writer challenge, all of your compliments mean a lot to me and my husband and we're so happy you enjoy the stories of our characters <3 )

@daily-writing-challenge

It was one of those days for U-Jinn. Some days were better than others, time had dulled his daughter's absence to a faint ache in his chest but it never truly got better, and like a chronic condition, it would flare to a sharp pang under the right circumstances. For as virtuous and honorable as the monks of the White Tiger Temple liked to claim themselves to be, gossip was poisonous nectar that tempted even the most stalwart of tongues, despite the words of warning of engaging in such activities that rolled off them later to the cubs. Rules for thee and not for me, U-Jinn supposed. He could hear them from where he worked, muttering to each other and shooting an occasional glance his way. "Has he really been here all night?" "Yes, he still doesn't like to go home." "Poor dear, I couldn't even imagine..." "It's been eight years since she's been gone, he can't hold on forever." "You're telling me they never found her, no trace?" "None, but I heard she left on an errand." "Do you think any of the outsiders had something to do with it? They've brought shifty types to our shores before." "Maybe, but /I/ heard that she was hiding something. Yoo-Mi said she was ill quite often and would often excuse herself...then, a week before she left she said she saw her go to the medic." "Oh, dear, you don't think...?" "Well, I don't know who could have done it. She kept to herself often." "Maybe a boy from the village?" "Mayb---" Slam. U-Jinn had unceremoniously slammed the crate of returned books and scrolls that still needed to be sorted upon his workspace, causing both of the Pandarens' heads to jerk up abruptly, ears swiveling. "So sorry." U-Jinn stared, his voice blank and eyes hard. With a nervous smile, the two exchanged an anxious look before bowing their heads and quickly hurrying out, leaving U-Jinn alone to stew in his thoughts. Inhaling sharply through his teeth, the old bear bit back the unkind words on his mind's tongue, pressing his own hard against the back of his fangs as he began to sort through the books and scrolls. Fist of the First Dawn: Rise of the Pandaren Revolution. He marked it down as returned and moved on to the next title. Encyclopedia of Pandaren Herbs U-Jinn's brow lofted, quite a read....next. The Moon Rabbit

U-Jinn paused, breath catching in his throat as his eyes beheld the faded gold lettering of the title. The title itself wasn't strange, had this been a public library. This book was a popular fable for cubs, and it was always a particular favorite of..... His heart leapt in his chest. There had been few articles missing from her room aside from a few clothes. The cover was a navy blue, darker splotches of stains and wear and tear dotting the surface around the indented silver filled figure of a rabbit gazing up at Azeroth's little moon. By the Celestials -- Sucking in a sharp breath, U-Jinn quickly blinked as he collected the book within his paws, undoing a cord of weathered leather that had been wrapped tautly around it to keep it shut. Upon cracking it open, the scent of old parchment filled his nostrils, and a small pile of thin and folded parchment laid inside. With shaking paws, he picked up the first piece of parchment that lay on top, the cleanest and potentially newest looking one...and he opened it. Dear, Baba. It took a lot of convincing, but I've finally managed to convince Yasashi to allow me to send you this. I hope you do not think ill of him for preventing me from doing so earlier, but he wanted to ensure we were secure and safe. In the end, I can tell he is still weary about me doing this, but he knows that my sudden absence in your life has haunted me since and I'm sorry, the last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt you. Above all though, I want you to know that I'm alive and am doing fine, the rest of the letters are ones I have written periodically throughout the last eight years, and I hope they're enough to fill you in on what has been going on thus far. Oh! As of yesterday, you've a second granddaughter. She was born 10 pounds, her name is Suzu, below I have secured a drawing of her. I attached an earlier one of your first granddaughter in one of the oldest letters but I'm afraid it is not as good as this one, but practice makes perfect, yes? I hope one day you will be able to meet them, I know you'd love them a lot. Always in your heart, Soo-ha

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

Authors On THG Writing Hiatus Masterlist (6)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 /

***Active (on this blog) is defined as a blog/writer who has updated within the past year. Inactive (on this blog) is defined as a blog/writer that has not been updated at all in the past year+. On THG Writing Hiatus (on this blog) is a blog/writer who has updated within the past year but has not posted a fanfic in the fandom in the past year BUT they may return to writing in the future. Lists will be updated as needed based on activity. ***

Created: November 17th, 2023

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[daitranscripts]

Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts Pt. 15

The Royal Wing

Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts Masterpost First: Gaining an Invitation Previous: Reconvene with the Advisors

The PC enters the royal wing from the vestibule. Their party joins them.

Party comments:

Dorian: Sera, what are you wearing? Are you sure it’s dead Sera: What, is there something—oh, ha ha. Eat it.

Dorian: Blackwall. You look very… dignified. Blackwall: Thank you. Dorian: Consider a scarf next time, a bit of color. Blackwall: I shall leave the color to you.

Iron Bull: So… even Leliana thought this place was dangerous, and you wanted to just walk in here? This party is looking up.

Varric: We’re we going to sneak around to look through the empress’s unmentionables now? Just how drunk are you, boss?

Sera: Room after room, and for what? Ruffle storage? Real useful.

The party proceeds into the royal quarters.

Elf: (Screams.) Stay back!

The PC opens the door to find an elf being attacked by an assassin. They rush in an kick the harlequin out of the window (Sparta style!).

Elf: Thank you.

Dialogue options:

General: Are you hurt? [1]

General: Sorry to cut in. [2]

General: You’re safe. [3]

1 - General: Are you hurt? PC: Are you all right? Elf: I’m… I don’t think I’m hurt.

2 - General: Sorry to cut in. PC: I hope you’re not disappointed I stole your dance partner. Elf: (Laughs nervously.) No, not at all.

3 - General: You’re safe. PC: It’s all right now. You’re safe. Elf: Safe… I don’t know if I believe in “safe” anymore.

4 - Scene continues.

The elf stands.

Elf: No one’s supposed to be here… Briala said… I shouldn’t have trusted her.

5 - Dialogue options:

Investigate: Briala sent you here? [6]

Investigate: How did you get in? [7]

General: You were brave to come here. [8]

General: She was almost right. [9]

General: Tell me what you know. [10]

6 - Investigate: Briala sent you here? PC: Briala told you to come to this wing of the palace? Elf: Not personally. The “ambassador” can’t be seen talking to the servants. We get coded messages at certain locations. But the order came from her. She’s been watching the grand duke all night. No surprise she wanted someone to search his sister’s room.

11 - Dialogue options:

Investigate: Could anyone else send orders? [12]

Investigate: This is Florianne’s room? [13]

Investigate: What were you looking for? [14]

[Back to 5]

12 - Investigate: Could anyone else send orders? PC: Is there anyone else who knows the code and the drop location who could have written those orders? Elf: I… don’t know. Any of us could do it, but… no. No one else would send me here. It had to be Briala. [Back to 11] 13 - Investigate: This is Florianne’s room? PC: So this room belongs to Grand Duchess Florianne? Elf: It used to. This had been her private room in Halamshiral since she was a child. But this part of the palace was damaged, and the royal family moved to the guest wing. [Back to 11] 14 - Investigate: What were you looking for? PC: What were you trying to find in Florianne’s old room? Elf: The message didn’t say. I should have known it was a setup. [Back to 11]

7 - Investigate: How did you get in? PC: This wing is sealed. How did you get in here? Elf: Easy. The door was unlocked. One of the others probably handled it. [15]

8 - General: You were brave to come here. PC: It takes great courage to come to the royal wing unarmed. Elf: (Laughs.) It’s not “courage” to blindly follow Briala’s orders into a trap. [15]

9 - General: She was almost right. PC: All sorts of people tonight are taking advantage of this wing being closed. Elf: Briala probably knew it was dangerous and sent me anyway. One more embarrassing secret erased. [15]

10 - General: Tell me what you know. PC: If there’s a reason you distrust Briala, I want to hear it. [15]

15 - Scene continues.

Elf: I knew her. Before. When she was Celene’s pet. Now she wants to play revolution. But I remember. She was sleeping with the empress who purged our alienage.

Dialogue options:

General: Can you testify to that? [16]

General: The other elves don’t know? [17]

General: She wanted you dead, then. [18]

16 - General: Can you testify to that? PC: Would you be willing to testify to that, if I asked? Elf: Absolutely.

17 - General: The other elves don’t know? PC: Something like that could destroy Briala, if it were known. Elf: No. Some know she has… a history… with the empress. But they believe she was just a favored servant.

General: She wanted you dead, then. PC: She probably did send you to your death.

18 - Scene continues.

Elf: If… if the Inquisition will protect me, I’ll tell you everything I know about our “ambassador.”

Party comments:

Dorian: Most Orlesians would say that’s Celene’s scandal, not Briala’s.

Sera: Knew it. I did. And I bet the hate made it feel real good.

PC: Go to the ballroom. Find Commander Cullen. He’ll keep you safe.

Elf: Thank you. Maker protect you, Inquisitor.

Next: The Empress's Private Quarters

[the-visual-journey-blogg]

Shaping the World One Frame at a Time: My Evolution as Animator

(6 minutes reading)

By Sofi Ojeda

Animation is something I once believed was too difficult for me. I always loved artistic ways of expression as playing music, painting or sculpting but animation, it is something I leaned to love doing it through the years and though getting to know it more and more. Although animation is being one of the main treats that shaped myself, just a 25 year old girl, who moved from Ecuador to Vancouver. My first drawings were of the shows I watched as a child: SpongeBob and lots of anime. I even created a little space in my room, a sort of hideaway where I could turn on my lamp, and lose myself in drawing all day and night, when I needed to scape.

I believe that aspiring animators like myself, did this because we found a safe place to be, plus the emotions that cartoons brought showing us wide worlds, making it impossible for us to look away. Ever since I fell in love with animation, I've watched small and large studios productions, independent, experimental, local, and international too. Choosing among them is a daunting task, but I've decided to focus on my top three mediums that have changed my life.

Dreamming: Avatar - The Last Airbender (2005) by  Michael Dante DiMartino, Bryan Konietzko, Aaron Ehasz, John O'Bryan

Let's begin with "Avatar: The Last Airbender". As a child who loved drawing and fantasy, I connected deeply with this animated series but not only beacuse of that. "Avatar" is probably one of the best-written script I've ever seen in an animated series. It tells the story of the rebirth of a spiritual being who seeks to bring peace to the world. The obstacles and friends he encounters along the way, along with their unique stories, make this journey unforgettable. In a world where the power of the elements - water, earth, fire, and air - exists, character development, dramatic arcs, and three-dimensionality are as precise as the fact that it explores topics such as war, peace, morality, and personal growth. I think this series grew up with its audience, making it appealing to both children and adults. And there was I, an ecuadorian little girl who needed to believe that peace could happen, but the world is more complex that that and it can be overcome.

2. Technique: Klaus (2019) by SPA Studios (Sergio Pablos Studios)

Next, I'd like to discuss "Klaus" which was the first time I discovered the revolution in animation techniques. These productions such as Klaus, Arcane or Spiderverse blend 2D with 3D in ways that shook me to the core. Sergio Pablos pushed me into a state of curiosity and research on this subject and how to achieve similar results. These experiences led me to realize that animation knows no bounds in order to convey our messages more effectively. Technique is beautiful, such as lightning, texture and color keys, but it is not transcendent without a meaning or a clear message. "Klaus" serves as a masterpiece that demonstrates that even a "cliché" theme or something that works can truly work when revitalized and improved upon.

3. Purpose: "Onions" by Anna Scott

Lastly, I need to include an indie, non-popular short film. It was a final project by Cal Arts graduate Anne Scott, so it's indie, I suppose. It seems it found me precisely when I needed it. I was on a challeging period of my life an also, the city I grew up in had a peculiar pattern of cloudy days all year. It often left me feeling uninterested in doing anything. And this piece happens on only cludy days.

This short film began to appeal to me because I saw a piece of hand-drawn animation that was exceptionally well-executed. I fell in love with it. "Onions" tells the story of flying creatures called onions, all identical, except for two who couldn't fly. This meant they had to journey through the forest to rejoin their herd for the annual migration. As the story unfolds, these two onions begin to feel different - they don't belong to their herd. But, they learn to enjoy the journey and embrace new things. Yes, it never became sunny, and yet, this short film made me want to cherish those gray days and savor them.

Conclution

To wrap up, yes, I want to change people's lives and convey emotions. But, as I mentioned earlier, the illusion of being the savior of the world is unrealistic. For me, it's crucial to be aware of the privileges I have, and the ones I don't. And choose the causes I can champion by my own artistic means. The techniques are essential too but only tracendent with a good storytelling to convey messages.

As a Multimedia graduate I collaborated with three NGOs and a foundation. Also I developed video games in a woman led studio, focused on the ancestral cultures of the country where I was born: Ecuador, the cultures that surrounded me as I grew up, and those that are slowly fading away. So that is how I want to keep walking on this animation / visual journey, and keep learning and resetting my goals.

[idkimnotreal]

we need to talk about night elves in warcraft.

(disclamier: i take every lore retcon after warcraft 3 with a lot of grains of salt, and my reasonably canon timeline stops roughly when wod ends. i have reasons for this)

most societies in real life are patriarchal. historians and archaeologists speculate why that is, but nobody knows for certain. some societies are matriarchal, but they are far and in between.

in worldbuilding, i once read something that struck me as very true: if you want to build a world where a matriarchal society exists, there needs to be a reason why women would dominate over men. while matriarchal societies exist in the real world, patriarchal societies are something like 90% of them, so if you're to make use of an exception, you need to explain it. patriarchy is seen as the natural state of things, the status quo, especially in the west, so matriarchy needs to make sense (since in worldbuilding everything that is not like earth needs to be built from scratch. that's what it is). while it's maybe not right that "men are stronger, hence they dominate", it's the idea people in the west have about patriarchy, that while it may not be right, men have ruled women so far in history because they were physically stronger.

so, following that line, if men and women exist in a fictional universe such as they are in our world, but women dominate, the question then becomes: what exists in that world that offsets the physical advantage men have over women?

kaldorei society is a matriarchal one. women rule and men are expected to take on the role of scholars. there isn't such a society in real life, as far as i know (where only women or the dominated sex are scholars, and most importantly, where scholars were separate from priests pre industrial revolution). but it makes sense in fiction. arms and religion in pre-industrial societies were the pillars of power. the fact that only women in kaldorei society are permitted to become priestesses and be sentinels or rangers tells us that, in their society, women are in charge of government, entirely. they're both bureaucrats (priestesses) AND soldiers (sentinels and rangers).

but why does that happen? why is kaldorei society a matriarchal one? because night elves have a very deep connection to the emerald dream. their scholars have to devote quite literally their entire lives to the pursuit of knowledge. and if men are supposed to be the scholars in kaldorei society, then that takes up all of their energy, and the ruling is left to women. i found it surprising, thinking about it, that this is so logical and makes so much sense when they came up with it in the freaking 90s, pre third wave of feminism. and freaking blizzard too, and we know how "egalitarian" their office culture was at the time (bill cosby room etc). they came up with the idea of a society ruled by women that makes sense, that would make sense if it existed in real life (if magic were real too).

since there was no other society in warcraft that practised druidism (taurens only joined/were invited later, and trolls and worgens much later), there wasn't enough time for such changes to take place in their respective societies, or not all male taurens became druids, unlike with the night elves.

it's even up to debate that whether women ruling kaldorei society is a higher role than being a druid. it may be that ruling was left to women because the dream was seen as a much more noble goal. similarly to how politicians aren't the most important pieces in government today, but high ranking businessmen such as ceos. politicians are in charge of government, but they're not the most powerful people. it could be that druids are more powerful than priestesses and sentinels, even though they're not in government. so kaldorei women wield significantly more power than real world women pre 21st century, but still not as much power as real world men did pre 21st century.

see. i find it all so smart. kaldorei society seems so perfectly explainable for a society so different from ours. i know it was always the intention that they seemed very different and mysterious to humans, back in warcraft 3 times. and blizzard did it very well, i think.

[eternalowl]

Incorrect Eternals quotes part 3

Ikaris gets d e s t r o y e d in this because it’s funny

Thena, while entering a store: Why do they have door sensors outside of the exit door if you’re not even supposed to enter through there?

Gilgamesh: Probably because there’s the occasional idiot that walks through the wrong door.

Thena, dead fucking serious: Then just take the sensor away and let them run into the damn door.

Kingo: *is recording Druig struggling to husk a corn cob*

Druig: I swear I will throw this fuckin corn at your face if you don’t put your damn phone away.

Thena and Ikaris: *are about to beat the living shit out of each other in the kitchen*

Druig, running into the kitchen like a damn track star: WAIT!

Thena and Ikaris: *pause*

Druig: *quickly makes a bowl of popcorn and heads over to the couch to watch*

Druig: Okay, you may continue.

Ikaris: Today, two families will become one.

Druig, in an ominous voice: Two families enter, one leaves.

Sprite: Accurate yet terrifying.

Ajak: …The Wedding Games…

Sersi: May the bouquet toss be ever in your favor.

Phastos: I hate all of you!

Thena: Please don’t turn Gil and I’s wedding into the Hunger Games.

Ajak: BEAT HIS ASS RAINBOW DASH!

Kingo: I can’t believe you just said that…

Phastos: I don’t even want to know.

Sersi:, texting the others: There’s just this bird…

Sersi: In the Chicago airport…

Sersi: I’m going to name it Ravioli.

Thena: Is it on fire? No? Can it be solved with a fire? Also no? Does it have anything to do with cooking? Yes? Then leave me alone, I’ll just make it worse.

Gilgamesh: Hey, I’m heading to Australia-

Druig: Get me a kangaroo.

Gilgamesh: Why?

Druig: B e c a u s e.

Gilgamesh: No get your own damn kangaroo.

Kingo, running away from Ikaris for who knows why: Lemme tell you something, lemme tell you something-

Ikaris: *grabs a frying pan*

Kingo, screaming: Let mE TELL YOU SOMETHING-

Phastos: So, T, what’s your New Year’s resolution-

Thena: To start a revolution.

Sprite: Don’t you dare kill me! I have a family!

Murderer: And you think I care?

Sprite: That wasn’t a plea for mercy, that was a warning.

*sounds of cosmic energy, several explosions, screams of agony, and car alarms are heard in the distance*

Sprite: And it sounds like they’re almost here.

Thena: What happens if you press the gas and the break down at the same time?

Gilgamesh: The car takes a screenshot.

Phastos, who was just about to leave the Walmart parking lot: Get out of my car. Both of you.

Phastos: Please, Thena, don’t do anything overly violent.

Thena: You could sooner divert a river from its course than deny me my nature.

Sersi, deeply inhaling: Okay, let’s try this again. Mary had a little lamb-

Druig: Its heart as black as coal.

Thena: It crept into her room one night-

Druig: -and ate her fuckin soul.

Sersi: …

Kingo: Roses are red…

Kingo: Violets are blue…

Thena, threateningly holding a paint brush: Interrupt my painting again and I’ll fucking bite you.

Sersi: I stay in bed, I am warm. I get in the shower, I am warm. The distance between the bed and shower? No. That is not warm.

Kingo: So, if you die, how do you think it would happen?

Thena: Eh, probably old age.

Kingo: But- We don’t even age?

Thena: That’s my point.

Druig: *laughing manically after Ikaris makes a stupid mistake*

Druig: It’s funny how dumb you are.

Makkari: I always wear red to funerals. It’s my way of saying, “Hello, Death. Kiss my ass.”

Random person in an elevator: Your purse looks delicious.

Ajak: …

Ajak, ready to wack them with her purse: WHY DON’T YOU JUST EAT IT THEN???

Druig: Hey, wait-

Kingo: Sorry dude, there’s no space left in here.

Thena: We could throw Ikaris onto the roof.

Ikaris: How about we throw you on the damn roof.

Druig: I agree with Thena, now get onto the roof.

Ikaris: How about we put Gil on the roof?

Thena: *throws Ikaris out of the car and pulls Druig in*

Ajak: *closes the elevator*

Kingo, Sprite, Phastos, Druig, and Makkari: *waiting outside the elevator since they won’t fit*

Kingo, as soon as the door closes: *opens it and waves*

Ajak: *shuts the door again because she just wants to leave*

Kingo: *opens the door again and waves*

Ajak: *closes the door again*

Kingo: *opens the door AGAIN* You shall not leave.

Ajak:: *closes the door AGAIN*

Kingo: *proceeds to open it yet again*

Ikaris: Just let us fuckin leave!

Ajak: *closes the door, starting to get agitated*

Kingo: *opeNS THE FUCKING DOOR AGAIN*

Ajak, Ikaris, Sersi, Thena, and Gilgamesh: LET THE FUCKING DOOR CLOSE!

Ajak: *closes the door, ready to beat the shit out of Kingo*

Kingo: *finally lets them go*

Thena: I am fluent in many ways of kicking your ass.

Ikaris: GIVE ME BACK MY FUCKIN TWINKIES!

Druig: NO!

Phastos, to Sersi: Are they drunk-

Ikaris and Druig: SHUT THE FUCK YOUR MOUTH!

Kingo, watching a potato that’s attached to his ceiling fan: A potato flew around my room before you came-

Kingo, Ikaris, Sersi, Sprite, Druig, Phastos, Gilgamesh, Thena, Makkari, and Ajak, less than ten minutes later: *chaotic, bloody murder, unholy screeching*

Kingo: If you’ve knocked on a door, you’ve technically punched a house before.

Phastos: No-

Kingo: honk :D

Druig: WHAT

Kingo: HONK >:(

Druig: WHAT THE FUCK DOES HONK MEAN THIS TIME YOU WHIMSICAL PIECE OF SHIT???

Makkari, pointing to a strange creature: WHAT IS THAT???

Phastos: I don’t know! I remember reading something about it, but I forgot the name!

Makkari: NEVERMIND. I DON’T CARE WHAT IT IS, JUST HIT IT!

Sersi: IKARIS, GET THAT THING OUT OF THE HOUSE!

Ikaris: What? You’ve told me about how much you’ve been wanting a cat, then I found this guy! It’s fate, Sersi, FATE!

Sersi: IKARIS.

Sersi: THAT IS A RACCOON.

Sersi: Words ending in 'ie' just sound so adorable. Like cutie, sweetie, cookie-

Kingo: Eyy, homie!

Makkari: But then there's cootie...

Thena: Die.

Ajak: You fuckers don’t know about my knife stick. It’s a knife taped to a stick and it’s the ultimate weapon.

Thena: Spear.

Ajak: BLOCKED.

Ajak: I CHOOSE TO CALL IT MY KNIFE STICK.

Druig: I woke up today smiling because I saw Makkari and then I remembered that I’m still better than Ikaris.

Druig: Ajak, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly.

Ikaris, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

Makkari: Vegetable oil is made from vegetables, coconut oil is made from coconuts, so BABY OIL-

Phastos: CAN’T WE JUST HAVE A NICE FAMILY DINNER FOR ONCE???

Thena: *shatters a window and climbs through it*

Thena: *turns around and helps Sprite through it* Breaking and entering is wrong, Sprite.

Sprite: Okay.

Ajak: Is he stupid?

Thena, Druig, and Phastos, in unison: Yes, but he prefers to be called Ikaris.

Makkari: No thanks.

Makkari: I'm god.

Sersi, tearing up nearly every room in the Domo: WHERE ARE THEY???

Sersi, opening every cupboard after interrogating Druig: WHO MOVED THEM? WHO MOVED MY CHILDREN???

Sersi: SOMEONE MOVED MY M&Ms AND NOW I’M GOING TO START KILLING.

Ikaris, during the Emergence: What has this planet done for you? Why would you want to save it?

Sersi, Phastos, Makkari, Druig, and Thena, in unison: BECAUSE I’M ONE OF THE IDIOTS THAT LIVES ON IT!

Druig: Where are you going?

Ajak: To either get ice cream or commit a felony. I'll decide on the way.

Thena, looking at a dead phone: How do we bring this thing back to life? Magic? Live sacrifice? I know a guy in town-

Eros: What happened to Ajak?

Thena: She died.

Eros: She what?

Thena: She died, but she’s okay now.

Eros: …Can you please clarify?

Ajak the Almighty: Clarification is for the weak.

Druig, working at McDonald's: Sorry sir, we don't serve a McFuck here, so either you throw that one slice of pickle out or we're gonna have a McProblem.

Druig: Why are you burning our marriage certificate?

Makkari: Good luck returning me without the receipt.

Phastos: Ikaris, I don't like you.

Ikaris: What did you say?

Phastos: You heard me!

Ikaris, internally: And it turns out I actually didn't hear what the fuck you just said.

Ajak: Are you really planning to shoot the demon?

Makkari: Don't worry, it's a holy gun.

Ajak: How so?

Makkari: It makes holes.

Ikaris: I feel so burnt out.

Thena: Don’t worry, it'll be over soon.

Ikaris: Are you gonna... assassinate me?

Thena: Well not if you’re expecting it.

Ajak, about to jump over a canyon with the others in the back: Total lack of drivers training DON’T FAIL ME NOW!

Gilgamesh: I love you.

Thena: I love you too. I've waited so long to hear you say that.

*Gilgamesh and Thena kiss passionately*

Phastos, to Kingo: You owe me 20 dollars.

Ajak: What? I'm not aggressive!

Druig: Last Tuesday, you wacked me with a pair of sandals and stole my chocolate chips?

Ajak: Survival of the fittest, bitch!

Gilgamesh: Wow, Thena, you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you.

Thena: We literally slept together yesterday and we’ve managed to convince everyone else that we’ve been married for the past few thousand years.

Gilgamesh: That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.

Kingo, after being buried in sand: I am the sand guardian, Guardian of the Sand.

Sprite, who is the one who buried him: POSEIDON QUIVERS BEFORE HIM!

Kingo, a few minutes later, screaming at a wave: FUCK OFF!

[thejadecount]

Time for some Jay Headcanons y’all

Also Polyninja is a thing

Very frequent video game player

Loves cuddling with his friends and boyfriends

Second shortest of them at 5’6”

Creates static electricity when he’s excited or nervous, so his hair is almost always constantly a mess when he gets done with a mission or gets back from a date

This also makes him shock people if he gets jump-scared, making horror movie nights with him not the best

Constantly doing repairs on or upgrading Zane or their appliances (he almost blew up their oven once, and now he is not allowed to touch any of the kitchen appliances besides the microwave)

Horrible sleeper. He easily looses track of time and can stay up for entire nights in his workshop modifying and building things, and he doesn’t know he’s tired until the sun rises or when someone drags him to bed.

He taught Lloyd every pranking trick in the book and now he helps him regularly torture the others to get back at them for their teasing

Lightning scars (we all know this headcanon)

He’s actually very self-conscious about his body because of his scars and really only wears tink tops and t shirts around the other ninja because he trusts them.

He naturally smells like copper (because of his lightning) with hints of cologne (he tried it once for a date and hasn’t gotten the smell off since) and the slightest bit of blueberries (he’s obsessed with blueberry yogurt)

He needs to be constantly reminded by the others to shower after spending hours in the workshop or training covered in grease and sweat.

He loves techno pop, electro and k pop. Any rave-type songs. And also video game soundtracks.

He loves anything sour. Lemon-flavored stuff, warheads, sour patch kids, anything blue-raspberry flavored.

He is absolutely obsessed with slurpees (blue raspberry, as said)

He’s also a big fan of AJR

He cosplays as Superstar Rockin’ Jay

He’ll be the type to enter those “who looks mostly like” contests for him at cons and never gets to top 3. (He got 4th once though)

Unlike Lloyd, he never gets tired of blue. He loves blue. He’ll always manage to wear blue whenever they go out somewhere besides missions. But he also occasionally wears yellow, grey/silver and indigo.

My dude used to secretly rock platform boots until the other ninja found out only to boost his self confidence

He and Kai are competitive in almost any video game they play, most infamously dance dance revolution.

Seriously the others get popcorn and record it all and everything and instead of training they’ll just go at it for hours.

If you’re a villain/criminal and you severely hurt even one of his friends or his boyfriends then I hope you can withstand the power of 1.3 million volts coursing though your body.

Loves to rollar skate

So you know master builders right? (I’m not sure if they’re supposed to be canonically those but if so fuck that) Jay is one of those, but feral. He’ll just start running around and building shit with no explanation whatsoever. One time he and the other 4 were in a car and while in the passenger seat he made them fly, and now someone has to sit in the back with him at all costs.

He also is very bad at explaining and describing things. He’s a very visual learner. If you want him to tell you how to build something, good luck with that. But give him a few pieces of scrap metal and he could show you how to make something that can kill God.

He also makes up names for parts like his dad and often times when he asks for one of those things everyone gets confused. It’s like when speakers of two languages are trying to translate and remember things from one language to the other.

After his time of being a TV host (did I say TV host, no we don’t talk about that) Jay surprisingly knows how to do makeup really well and subconsciously carries concealer and eyeliner on his everywhere. One day they’re traveling to some public event and Nya forgets that she didn’t cover this one scar she has on her cheek, and Jay just whips out the concealer and boom four seconds flat flawless skin. Everyone is shocked. Nya is grateful.

He also likes to paint his nails when he isn’t in his workshop and can do them really well. He especially likes mixing them to get specific colors.

He doesn’t like wearing matching socks at all. They HAVE to be different patterns.

The definition of a bi disaster. Someone help him.

Do not give this man caffeine UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES unless you don’t fear God

He loves wearing fuzzy socks and dragging his feet to shock people. He’s had the ninja run away from him before (except Zane. For Zane, it’s just an energy boost, like charging a battery).

All the ninja will just be sitting regularly on the couch and then Jay is upside down.

ADHD

Jay: Have you ever felt bugs on you when their are no bugs on you? They’re the ghosts of the bugs you’ve killed.

Kai: Jay THIS HAS GOT TO STOP!

Jay: When you clean a vacuum cleaner aren’t you the vacuum cleaner?

Cole: Jay-Jay you’ve got to end this alright? You already have Zane in the other room questioning everything he has ever known!

Zane: what is life?

Jay: Nothing is ever really on fire. But rather fire…is on things

Kai: be a ninja, Wu said. It’ll be worth it, Wu said.

Jay: If life is unfair to everyone does that mean life is actually fair?”

Cole: This is never gonna end, is it?

Jay: if I get scared half to death twice, what then?

Kai: Alright, Zane make room, we’re coming in there with you

[a-gal-with-taste]

Of Zaun - Prelude

400-Follower Gift (I love you allllll <3)

Full disclaimer: NO idea when this is going to be released in full, since this is definitely a mini-series/multi-parter AU. I'm still working away at Timer, Alt. Timer and other works, but I've had this in the back-pocket of my mind for a week now and wanted to throw it out there for all 402(!!!) of you lovely people. Enjoy, but just be aware I don't plan to officially follow it up for a lil' while :^)

3K+, (Established) Silco X F!Reader

Warnings: Major AU/Canon-Divergence. Language, pre-canon, angst, heavy tension, strained-relationships, reconciliation, hurt/comfort, fluff, mentions of violence/death/revolution-shenannigans, non-descriptive morning sickness, pregnancy, much fluffier than it sounds I promise

When you walk into The Last Drop, no one turns to look. You don't know yet if that's a relief, and quickly back up to the wall right next to the door, keeping out of the way as eyes begin flicking around the familiar, and very-much missed setting of the Heart of the Undercity.

It's not a rowdy night, you thankfully note while pulling the long shawl tighter around you, your arms tucking close to your chest beneath the dark, warm fabric as you feel small breaths with every pound of your heart. Glad for the relative quiet of the bar. You couldn't handle much noise at this time, the yelling or the boisterous laughter, drunk cheering or the infamous sing-alongs of intoxicated, young, dumb, daring fools...

Shit. You feel water at the corners of your eyes at memories, and moments you've missed. Somehow manage to work an hand out from under your cloak to quickly wipe at it.

When you lower your hand, securing under your cover, eyes find themselves snapping over to the bar, too early. And you know it is, far too early for you to handle, because you feel your muscles stiff up when you see him.

Gods.

You've been gone too long. Barely a year, but it feels like it's been hundred. He's exactly the same, but you sense you're looking at some semblance of a stranger. Silco's hands move with deft, smooth efficiency, filling up glasses, giving short nods and pin-sized smiles to regulars or fellow Children. You know his mind is working at miles a minute, catching names and slips of information, anything useful he could slip into the cracks and corners of his mind for later usage, be it bantering, bargaining or plots...

You love this man. You love Silco, and that hurts you all the more, because you're sure you killed him by leaving him a year prior. Not that you wanted to. Not that you didn't do everything in your power. Not that your feet aren't screaming at you to sit down already, and take the longest nap of your life...

He looks good for a dead-man, seagreen eyes ever sharp. They catch you only after another moment, and when his mind catches up to what he's seeing, his gawking is akin to daggers.

There's a complaint from the man whose gotten sloshed from the whisky that Silco is overpouring, and it catches Sevika's attention further down the counter, but despite gazes of your fellow Brothers and Sisters slowly being trained onto you, shocked murmurs and whispers of disbelief, soon suspicion, your attention is solely on him.

On eyes that bore into you with that of a stranger. He shouldn't look at you like that, you think suddenly, as you unconsciously step forward. Silco shouldn't look at you like you've risen from the dead.

Although, consitering the circumstances, you suppose you technically did.

You take another step forward, and he takes one back, from the counter, before turning and marching from behind it to go up the stairs. Mouth growing dry, you're only half-aware of Sevika clearing the bar out with a half-barked, half-snarled order with little paitence. Patrons flock past you to the door, steering clear as though you're a walking omen, but Sevika strides right up to you, gazing down with narrowed, unreadable eyes.

"... where the fuck have you been?"

-

It's a question repeated twice. By her, and once you make your way up the stairs into the office, by Vander.

He's, impossibly, grown taller, a true giant and a half now, with Benzo not far behind. Zo is attempting sideburns now, apparently, much better than his mustache stage he was going through when you... left. Again your eyes shift over to the ratty couch to soon, where Silco is lounging. And he's indeed lounging, arms stretched out over the backboard of the couch with one leg crossed over another, and inhaling a second cigarette in only a handful of breaths. Ashes fall into his lap, and he seems personally offended as he stares them down, looking at no one else.

Not even you.

"Can we," You pause, shuffle your heavy arms under your shawl, clear your throat as you strengthen your weak voice into continuing. "... can we open a window in here? Please?"

No one moves. "Where have you been," Vander repeats, and it's no longer a question. "What happened. You weren't counted among the dead." Closing your eyes at a sharp, but terribly familiar ache in your chest, you hesitantly begin to ask-

"23." Silco snaps, and you turn your gaze to him. He's still boring down a glare at his collection of ashes, teeth grinding as he all but shoves the cigarette back into his mouth. "...23." Benzo hums, taking another swing of his bottle, "Actually, be 'bout 22 now. Official count and all that."

"Official count means jackshit now, she reeks of Topside," Sevika snarls; ready to pounce as you stand rigid in the center of the room, surrounding by friends, love, and total uncertainty if you belong to any of it anymore. Because they all feel like circling predators of varying dangerousness in this interrogation. "Bounces out the moment things get tough, sneaks on over to the cushy-side... we've seen this shit before..."

"That's not what happened-"

"Then what did?"

[Cold. It's colder than you've ever felt in your life. It's better than the heat though, or the metal that's still ringing through the air. You could turn to ice now, but somewhere inside, there's a warmth that's pushing your legs to kick harder, arms to stroke faster, and keeping your head raised above the chopping waves that slap at your face, eager to drag you down and snuff out that light inside you-]

"Someone dropped a flash bomb. Too early or too late, I don't know, but it blew up near the boilers, so I called for a retreat." You swallow thickly, and screw your eyes tight. You haven't been able to get that damned smuggling job out of your head since the night it happened. "... Enforcers were on the bankside, we couldn't get to shore. They started pushing our force back to the flames. Then they started firing. People started jumping."

"And you jumped with 'em." "Yes, because it would've been the fire, the bullets or the water. With water, you can at least swim."

"Yeah, not to the wrong side." Sevika growls over the back of your head. "Why are we even debating this? She lost her nerve, jumped, then paddled her pretty little coward-self on over to the side that's easier. I don't know if Topside has another word for it, but here we call it treason."

["I have to go back." Your demand is silenced, half by the exhausted croak still clogging in your voice, and by the shushing of your saviors. Merchants, who either the kindest or dumbest group in the world, to harbor an half-dead enemy of Piltover, literally, in Topside's shipyard. "Let me go back." Gate's closed, they tell you. They're ready to shoot on sight now, after the last stunt, but you struggle still, managing to place unsteady feet on the ground as you escape the cot...]

[And immediately drain-out the last of the river-water from your stomach as you heave. This is not the first time and later, stunned and finally lying still on the cot after a quick visit from ships-medic, you find it will be far, far from the last.]

[There's flowers at your bedside, the next time you wake up.]

"Treason?" Your lip curls and you turn, baring teeth at the fellow Daughter of Zaun, who watches you with narrowed eyes, as if you are already condemned. "You have no idea what I've gone through-!"

"You died." Silco speaks, and it's a snap of a whip, cracking on the tension in this room. "No one found the body, and the Topsider's left no witnesses to that night, so we had to assume you died." He raises his icy-blue eyes up to yours, a visible, shaking effort in his body in order to do so, and you have to pull that weight against your chest closer. "We mourned you."

I mourned you.

"We had to move on without you."

How could I have possibly moved on without you.

"You abandoned us. For Topside."

You left. You left me. You left me.

His mouth says one thing, his eyes say another; you shake your head fiercely at it all. "No," You insisted, voice cracking as you step over to him, heart cracking as he stands abruptly to stalk away, looking anywhere but you. "Silco, baby, I did not. I came the moment those gates opened-"

"Yeah, right when it gets easier than ever to go back-and-forth, you bounce back to Zaun when you're bored and Piltover when you want to get comfy. Convenient."

The urge to scream at Sevika tampered back, for now, you watch as Silco brings his hands over the top his head, interlocking shaking fingers as he all but stomps in his anxious tapping of a foot. "Do you know what it's like to bury someone without a body?"

Chest aches, you work a hand out. "Sil-"

As if telepathic, he turned sharply from your outstretched reach without even looking, a humorless laugh sounding, choked in his pacing strides, "It's like I was burying nothing. Nothing at all, so why did it hurt? Why, why did I let nothing hurt me, why did I let you destroy me like that, only for you to come back covered in the bloodstains of Topside?"

You haven't worn cleaner clothing in your entire life, a farewell gift from your rescuers. Again, kind strangers or total dumbasses, you'd never be able to figure it out. Blinking, and a curse at your blurred vision, you again attempt to follow him, "I did not. I swear, I would've come back the moment I could-"

"You mean the moment it was easy and you had your fun. Why aren't we throwing her out now, Vander?"

The tension is reaching a boiling point, and you close your eyes as the growing argument begins to build in the room. You open it again at Silco's bark of laughter, cutting though the insistence that you need to be thrown out of here, or kept for questioning.

"Did life get easier over there?" He doesn't even look at you in his despairingly mocking tone, but you shake your head anyway, doing anything to work your mouth but he gives you no room to breathe, let alone speak. "How comfortable it must have been, how great for you. Really, I'm glad you finally got over there to experience a perfect, comfortable, easy life you wanted, without me being there-" The young man turns, and stills. Taking in your face, hurt, furious, stunned and missing him just as much as he's missed you.

A face he thought he'd never see again. One he had to convince himself he wouldn't, that there was no point in hoping, because hopes just don't work down in the Playground. Silco sees your face, and as his own slowly begins to crumble, he swiftly turns before it falls apart and with a furious, broken, pained yell of something he's bottled up for nearly a year, slams his fist into the wall.

Vander's yell for him to cool-it, is silenced by the startled, sudden cry from the baby in your arms at the loud noises.

Swearing, blinking furiously as your feet automatically lead you to the couch, you quickly unclasp your cloak to coax around the babe swaddled in a sling across your chest as you whisper hoarse, soothing noises as you sit, soon rocking. And trying so, so fucking hard not to break entirely.

["I want him here." The leader of the merchant has a daughter. Eyes bright and fur nearly as blinding, the Vastaya had flicked a triangular ear, turning with impossibly wide blue, slit-pupiled eyes as her long tail twitched. You didn't look up from your seat though, hand resting on a now noticeable bump as you stared out the port-window, across the bay to a polluted, barely-functioning nation that you miss with all your heart. "I want him here with me."]

[The partial-feline never responds, leaving you resting your forehead on thick glass as you stare across the water. When you walk up the next day, there are azure flowers from a day working at the market, on the side of your cot, perhaps an apology, mostly for sympathy.]

"... well... Shit." Sevika leaves almost immediately, possibly relieved, more than a little annoyed, and swearing she isn't going to touch a single bottle or diaper. It's almost enough to make you laugh, or cry, with how things simply slip back into normal with her, like you hadn't left at all.

The men, on the other hand, remain as useless and frozen like statues for several minutes while you smooth your infant, Benzo being the first to crack with, of course, a joke. "Gotta getcha one of those fancy cigars," He informed who you assumed to be Silco, but you didn't look up, not even at what sounded like a rough pat on the back that nearly knocked the wiry Son of Zaun to the ground.

A beat, then Benzo swore with realization, and the windows were opened as your child whimpered, soothed by your gentle touch and pulling the fabric of your cloak tighter around as the night chill of the undercity began to creep in.

After Benzo hustled off, eagerly, you heard the slow, soft creak of floorboards before boots came into view. You didn't look up as Vander slowly squatted down, meeting your gaze in a rare gentle look when you finally flick your gaze up to him. The giant of a man flicks between your eyes, before letting out a quiet sigh, some tension released in his shoulders.

"Been through hell, haven't ya?"

"Only once or twice."

A huff, small smirk of something almost fond, before he turns his attention down to the child, only months old, in your arms, and his expression turns to completely fondness, reaching up to gently brush a knuckle at the curious-colored tuft of hair, wild as it poofs out slightly from under the swaddle.

Vander chuckles as the tiny-being wiggles, face scrunching with all the fierceness of a kitten. "Fiesty lil' tyke already, won't it?" "Yep, she's a Daughter of Zaun through and through." Vander grins - a faint, choked wheeze sounds from behind him when you confirm the child's gender, along with the sliding of a palm on a wall after it, as if legs are struggling not to give out. But you can't bring yourself to look at her father now.

"Atta girl," Vander says in approval, giving the little one an small smile, before looking back up st you. Despite the warmth, you stiffen slightly at his gaze. Your friend he may be, and you know your daughter will always be safe with him, but this is still Vander. Hound of the Underground, Son of Zaun, co-leader of the Children.

Silently, your fellow Brother holds up a fist. You are smooth and quick to balance her in your one arm, reaching out to cover your much-smaller hand over the clenched knuckles. Your hand is dwarven in comparison, but you still feel warmth bursting in your chest as he says, partially questioning, "For the Nation."

"For the Nation." You repeat, unyielding in the loyalty, and unwavering passion in your voice at the vision you work for. The man smiles, welcomes his fellow Daughter of Zaun home with a nod, and you finally relax.

You are home.

Then he stands, and gives a halfway scalding remark over his shoulder at Silco, "Oi, go see ya kid and lady! Got herself all the way over 'ere with the little one, through the Lanes and Undercity, least ya could do is go and hold ya kid, Sil." He throws a wink at you, lowering his voice to a stage whisper, "Baby-shower gonna be a bit late, but I can pull somethin' together. 'long with ya reverse-funeral."

"Not necessary, Van," You argue, but the man only grins, musing on how he's going to get miniature boxing-gloves fitted for the kid, before he turns, pausing to give a small, encouraging nod to the stock-still man, and leaving the two of you alone.

Together. For the first time in nearly a year. With the baby you share.

Quietly, you return your attention to her. She's awake but soothed, as you had cleaned and fed her shortly before walking in the front door and completing your journey. You busy the fingers on your free hand as you bring her back to your chest, reflexively at this point, to gently nudge at too-soft tufts of hair, attempting to smooth them before she sneezes, a petulant pout on her lips.

There's a certain level of love in the way your heart-breaks as you see it. That amount expands at least a dozen times more, as slowly, you hear the quietest of steps, half-dragging, make their way over to you, before the couch creaks and dips as the seat beside you is taken.

Closing your eyes, you breath in once through your nose, then out of your mouth, before looking to the side to finally gaze at him.

Before, when you walked into The Last Drop, you saw a man who looked like he had died without you.

Now, Silco looks reborn in a way that even he doesn't comprehend. Eyes owlish, jaw hanging slightly as he breaths slowly, carefully, as if one pant too quick with blow you both away. And looking both rigid and limp as he gazes at his undoing: His daughter. Then, as if remembering who he is, those eyes begin to sharpen in a familiar way that you've missed terrible, and they flick up to yours.

"I love you-" "I'm so sorry-"

A pause. You both try again.

"I am so sorry-" "I love you too-"

Another pause. And then a quiet laugh rumbles out of your chest, as he blinks, slowly, before the faintest traces of a familiar smile are reincarnated on a face that seems to have nearly forgotten how to, and a slow chuckle joins yours. Leaning back, you slide another hand beneath the infant to steady her head as you recline against the couch. "Sil, I am... honestly, so sorry." You whisper, looking at him as he closes his mouth, swallowing with a small jerk of his chin.

"... I wanted to come home."

"I know you did." He pauses, looking back down at the child. It takes a minute for him to find his voice again, "Did you... was it a difficult..." The question trails and remains hesitant, and you helpfully inform him, "I would've broken every finger on your hand if you'd been there." A familiar huff, not yet a laugh but breathlessly bemused, sounds, and he mutters out, "I think I would've found the result worth it... though I doubt you would've wanted to hear my complaints at the time."

"Nope, would've broken the other hand for good measure," A small smile is shared between the two of you. "... I honestly didn't know I was..." "No, but it hardly would've been a shock," He comments lightly enough, earning a snort from you that has the baby girl wiggling at the noise. It catches Silco's attention, instantly, and he doesn't pay attention to anything else until his daughter stills in your arms. "... I never would've let you leave, if I'd known," He admits in a hoarse whisper, and, consitering how much the two of you had missed, you find you wouldn't have argued all that much if he had made you stay home.

You look at the man, the father of your child. Silco looks upon said-daughter with devastation, raw and all-encompassing, as if he sees every decision that's led him to this moment, and realizes that he would go through every single terrible thing in his life all over again, if it means he could return to this exact moment, again and again.

It's love he looks at her with, until you move to hand her off to him... then he looks at you with ridiculously wide, near helpless sea-green eyes, a wholly unfamiliar look on his face that borders on hilarity. You smirk faintly, tired but loving as you whisper instructions to him, and after a beat, he obeys, and lets out a shaking, full-body tremble as he holds his child for the first time.

You make him flinch again when you brush his long, dark locks off his shoulder, before slowly leaning to nestle yourself at his side, resting your cheek against the pad on his shoulder. He closes his eyes briefly, absorbing the moment, before letting out a long, quiet breath that has his shoulders finally loosening some. One hand big enough to cradle her head, he slowly raises a finger to trace her features, a breathless, choked sound as she sneezes and gives him a pinched look up at him in return.

"Looks like her mother, thankfully... be a pity if she had my nose."

"Shut up, pretty-boy," You mutter with a small eye-roll and affectionate smile. "I partially came back to catch your good looks again, I'll have you know.

"Ha." A pause then, more relaxed now, "The hair color is... a remarkable shade." You smirk, before insisting that it's from his side, which Silco dismisses almost deadpan, "My hair is black. She most certainly had to have gotten it from you." "Or, it's skipped a generation or two... on your side," You challange light-heartedly, turning to rest your chin on his shoulder as he glances down at you out of the corner of his eye.

That quirk of a grin comes back, which you share, before it softens into something warmer. "Your eyes, though... not green enough, but they... it helped. Having that reminder of you." A pause, then you murmur, quietly, "She's perfect."

"She is perfect."

The soft repeat is paired with a soft look of affection in his eyes, as he works on gathering both arms to secure his hold on the impossible weight in his arms, before Silco turns his head to kiss you. Simply lips brushing lips, more tender than ever before, and softer than he'd ever touch you before in your life...

Silco kisses you like he never wants to lose you again. You kiss him with just as much passion.

When you pull away, breathing hitched by even as you gaze into each other's eyes, you smile leaning slightly to rest your forehead to his, nose brushing along his arch. Emotion shines in his eyes as he looks at you and, quietly, he asks you, "What is her name?"

You smile, and tell him.

[When it's done, you're still staring out the port-window. The weight of the world resting in your arms as you cradle your child, while you stare across calm waters, glittering in the sun, to Zaun. If you knew you could walk more than two steps from this bed, plump with extra sheets and pillows from, again, the nicest or foolish group of traveling salesman, you would be out the door already. Or if the gate was opened, and you could pass on through without fear of arrest, you'd be there.]

[Or if you could just get a message, just one, to Silco, you'd be fine. That's all you need at this moment, but as the young half-feline walks in with a small bouquet that stills any remaining, emotional tears in your eyes, you realize you could do with a bit of foolish kindness as well.]

[They are sweet colors, pinks and purples, pastel reds and powder-blues. The petal of one of these falls, and catches on the curl of your daughters unusual, bright hair color, and, smiling at the newborns little wiggle at a foreign sensation in a foreign life, you love her all the more, and finally know her name...]

Silco smiles at that, and turns to look down at his baby girl. Less than three months old, her fist is tiny as he gently brushes her miniscule knuckles with his finger, while you watched, affectionate and sleepy. And home.

Silco smiles wider as he looks down at his first daughter, a chuckle slipping from his mouth as her fist waves slightly, as though to fight off her father's offending finger as she tries to rest from her long journey to home, the Undercity.

Entranced by her, you smile at the affection, emotion and poorly-restrained wonder in his voice as he repeats his daughters name again, breathlessly, while smoothing the pastel-pink curl back on her soft forehead;

"Violet."