#the first version was better but tumblr ate it so

[writers-wrongs]

Could you please write yandere headcanons for Fear State Scarecrow x gn reader? (I love that scruffy little redhead and there's nearly not enough content for him, but if you can't, then maybe for Zero Year or BTAS??)

now, i unfortunately know jack about fear state, but i can certainly provide with some btas!

yandere!btas!scarecrow x gn!reader

-hes just doing his thing, spreading fear throughout gotham, when he hears some screams that are oddly... enticing

-after all this time as scarecrow, screams of terror have gotten a bit stale, but these ones are like a breath of fresh air

-he follows the noise to find you: shaking, curled in a ball on the ground, and making the most adorable face as you scream and cry

-seeing such a display, how can he not take you home as a test subject?

-you wake up in a cell, with scarecrow on the other side of the bars. he explains that youre going to be his little lab rat

-expect regular doses of fear toxin. he just loves the sounds of your screams, and your scared face is so cute!

-that said, he is a psychologist at heart, so he'll also have little chats with you after each dose wears off. what you saw, where those fears couldve come from, etc

-and as he gets to know you, he gets... curious. something about you intrigues him, but you always close off before he can see what it is

-so one night, he brings some nicer dinner than what you usually get, and he joins you in your cell for a meal. he says its to see how you react to him without the effects of fear toxin, but he really just wants to get to know all of you

-you get to know him too. he tells you his name (and he insists you start calling him jonathan), tells you about his life before becoming scarecrow, and he even takes off his mask

-a few days later, he stops dosing you altogether. hes started to feel guilty about experimenting on you, and your voice sounds so much nicer when its not hoarse from screaming

-soon, hes head over heels. your little dinner dates are almost every night (he says its to gauge how you act in a normal setting), he gives you more freedoms, he even lets you sleep with him in his bed some nights!

-i personally think hes really physically affectionate, although in the start hes trying to be subtle about it. holding your arm a little too long when he injects you, pressing his thigh to yours as he asks about your hallucinations, etc

-if you ever try to escape, back to lab rat status with you. he'll be absolutely crushed too. dont worry too much, he'll begin to trust you again after a while... but dont think for a second he wont make that while miserable

-when you finally start reciprocating, hes ecstatic. youve finally faced your fear and have even learned to love it! now youre his perfect little crow forever <3

[agueforts]

i am in french fry heaven. salt i fucking love you

[lovetei]

Hiii! I’m that person that request the “them finding out that MC is married to Solomon” and i wanna add one more thing if u don’t mind! And i can’t stop thinking about it

So after married to Solomon for too long MC is able to chow down his cooking with ease. His cooking doesn’t make them passed out anymore, doesn’t send them in the past anymore, and it actually tastes good…?

They would be the saviour whenever Solomon brought his cooking to the HoL

Tumblr decided to fuck with me but I ain't no bitch so yeah, here's your long delayed request :')

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Their reaction to finding out MC is Solomon's spouse and they find his cooking edible

Warning: Shenanigans, grammar error, spelling error, no proofreading, Consists of three parts, readers gender is not mentioned

Versions: Demon brothers, Side Characters

Links: Masterlist

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SOLOMON'S SPOUSE...

LUCIFER who knows about his spouse but doesn't know who it is and whose faces turn sour whenever he would flirt with you because he seems to forget he has a spouse.

MAMMON who rolls his eyes whenever Solomon proudly mentions his spouse while having an arm around you and continues to tell him off saying he should be loyal.

LEVIATHAN that doesn't want to get close to him and doesn't want you close to him because he cheats on his spouse when the two of them are not together.

SATAN that tried consoling Solomon about how he treats you and if he remembers he has a spouse. Oh how his anger boiled when he said, they won't mind. They're used to it.

ASMODEUS who knows he flirts with Solomon and knows about his spouse but he can't help but feel dirty now and then knowing his spouse might be crying.

BEELZEBUB who refused to talk with Solomon and kept on telling you to keep your distance with Solomon and stay close to him because Solomon is shady.

BELPHEGOR who would pull you away without any warning and tell you that he's a married man, telling you that it would be better to stay close to him or else you'll commit sins.

SOLOMON'S SPOUSE?!

What the fuck do you mean you're actually his spouse?! Is all LUCIFER can think about after you declared to everyone that you two are actually, legally married.

MAMMON whose mouth hanged open as soon as he heard the news but immediately tried to assert dominance by saying he marked you up first and saying he's your first man.

A tear almost fucking dropped from the eyes of the LEVIATHAN as soon the news reached his ears. He would lock himself in his room for a few days out of pure shock.

SATAN swears to burn everything breathing if anything will even get close to him knowing how angry he is that his lover is actually married and he's the other man.

While everyone is furious, ASMODEUS couldn't get any happier knowing that two of his favorite humans are married, knowing that he can be the first demon in the relationship!

BEELZEBUB who lost his appetite through out the week because of pure sadness and shock. How come you couldn't tell them this important information MC?

BELPHEGOR who almost jumped out of his bed, a knife in his hand, ready to kill the sorcerer on sight as soon as he found out about the marriage papers with your and his signature in it.

SOLOMON'S SPOUSE!

Christ in a stick, that looks fucking horrendous is all LUCIFER could think as he looks at the food Solomon wants him to eat but luckily MC grabbed it out and ate it for him. He can't even think straight anymore after smelling that...

He fucked you up didn't he?! Is what MAMMON thought as soon as you ate his portion of Solomon's food, even saying how it can taste good as time passes by.

The way LEVIATHAN would sit beside you, whispering requests for you to eat it for him instead because you're the spouse! You're suppose to like his cooking right?

SATAN who said that the spouse should get more of the portion because the husband's hardworking should not be wasted to someone like him and proceeds to push his portion to you.

ASMODEUS who even spoon fed you his portion of Solomon's food saying that you'll need more energy to tend and care for two husband's now!

BEELZEBUB who got even more sad because how can you get used to eating this nuclear waste, another reason to add to his protest on why you should break up with him.

He doesn't care, BELPHEGOR will eat it for the sake of that hospital record he will soon add to the annulment protest with the reason of maltreatment and attempted murder.

[solastia]

Apocalyptic Confessions

I was depressed Had a breakdown and wrote something sad and sweet Bone Apple Tea

Song: If the World Was Ending (JP Saxe ft. Julia Michaels)

Pairing: Namjoon x Yoongi

Warnings: Emotional infidelity (not between them), MCD, Basically bittersweet ending

(Posting this on tumblr because I read it again and my own work made me cry)

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He’d spent weeks thinking about how he’d like to spend his final day on earth since he’d first heard the news. He’d already gotten all his big wishes out of the way - everything from spending lots of time with his family and friends to finally getting a huge tattoo. He’d taken in a cat and a dog since rescues were now just giving them away. He ate as many delicious meals as he wanted until his cheeks filled and his chest expanded - always the first to go when he gained weight. 

He’d even gone back to Daegu for a while and walked the streets of his old neighborhood, soaking up the memories until the sky turned crimson and the air became riddled with more pollution than their usual yellow dust. 

He’d spent lots of precious time with his members and life-long friends once he returned. All the guys were older and established with their own families, so they would understandably be spending their last day with them, but they still spared time for their lifetime bachelor Suga hyung. 

He wasn’t ashamed to say every single one of them had cried in each other's arms. They’d all gone through so much together - grew up together, really - and they’d lived a good life until now. He’d reverted into his role of Bangtan Father Figure and comforted them as much as he could, holding their youngest members as they clung to him and cried into his seven million won jacket. The final goodbyes with his members had been even harder than the ones with his parents and brother. Poor Jungkook had cried so hard that Seokjin had to carry him to his car, and Hobah hadn’t been much better. 

That had been yesterday, though, and now all of his members were safely ensconced in their homes with their families to wait out their final day on Earth before the planet killed them all. 

He’d never looked into every detail of the circumstances. Didn’t feel like he needed to because he grasped the basics - global warming, planet combusts, everything dies. Today was the day the news had announced was the suspected D-day, and judging by the way the world was crumbling around them, it was accurate. 

As it was, breathing was getting harder and the temperatures were scorching. The sky had been a canvas of crimson, orange, and yellow for days. Debris fell from the sky as bits of the planet itself were obliterated. The scientists had predicted that the planet wouldn’t be completely destroyed, only just enough to kill everything and everyone off. Then in perhaps hundreds of years or more, life could begin again. He could only hope that if the afterlife were a thing, his spirit would survive and he’d be reborn with his members again. 

Ah , he sighed into his drink. He’s getting sappy. He didn’t even really believe in reincarnation or anything. But he’d want to be reborn and live next to him again. 

He closes his eyes and rolls the whiskey on his tongue as he settles into his recliner. He grabs the remote and hovers his thumb over the button, preparing himself mentally for what he’s about to watch. He exhales heavily and presses it, setting the controller down nearby in case it becomes too much and he needs to turn it off and finally turns his attention to the screen. 

The video comes to life slowly as an incredibly young version of himself peeks into view and grins at the camera while he adjusts the stand it sits on. The quality isn’t great because he’d purchased the old thing second-hand but it did the job. 

Yoongi shakes his head as he observes himself, noting the lack of his current wrinkles and the slim - nearly starving - physique. Not that he wasn’t still looking pretty damn good for someone that just turned forty-three. 

The boy in the video had just left home and joined BigHit. They still haven’t formed an actual group, he’s still at the bottom of every evaluation, and his knees are skinned and rubbed raw from trying to keep up with all the dancing. But his eyes are bright and he’s smiling at another kid that runs inside the dance studio. 

“Hyung, I’m back! Mom packed some dinner for you. Make sure you eat it all before the manager comes in.” 

The young Namjoon is a gangly thing with arms and legs that are too long for him to handle. He bends and smiles into the camera then shoves the fabric-wrapped bundle of food at Yoongi, watching him fondly as he shovels the food down his throat. Namjoon had always gone home to his parents at least once a week and always made sure to bring his starving roommate extra food. Their diets at the time had been brutal. 

Yoongi observes the two of them on the video, shaking his head as he watches them practice (very badly) some choreography to get them through the next evaluation. 

His idea for starting this video had been a little sad. He hadn’t been sure he would make it. He’d hoped and dreamed - worked his ass off - but you can never be completely sure of what the future holds. He’d always been more of a hope for the best but prepare for the worst kinda guy. So he’d bought the old camera and decided to film what he could so that when he someday was kicked out and had to go back to working some mundane retail job, he could look back at the memories. 

Only each clip that he added to the files of videos over the years showed them rising higher and higher. And he always made sure to get lots of close-ups of the man that held his heart. 

Not that he’d ever admitted that bit out loud, but it was no less true. He thought he could almost see himself falling as he watched the videos, observing the two of them go from teenage boys with alpha complexes to being best friends in chronological order. Not that they always got along - even they had their fiery battles where Namjoon could be the pettiest bitch alive and Yoongi had the magical ability to say exactly what could hurt the most. But they both had the same dream and both were stubborn as hell so they’d learned their way around each other. Eventually, Yoongi realized that the feelings of respect he’d developed for his friend and member kept growing until it was verging on dangerous. 

He’d always known he wasn’t quite…straight. Maybe not gay. Bi? Whatever. He’d never really liked labels. He’d had crushes on a few girls in high school and a few crushes on some male celebrities. He’d planned on marrying a woman and having kids to make his parents happy eventually, but he’d never felt for anyone else what he felt for Kim Namjoon. No matter how many blind dates he’d been set up on or escorts and models he’d fucked - not a single one of them was able to erase the way his heart skipped a beat when that big smile with his ridiculously deep dimples was aimed at Yoongi. 

However, his defining characteristics were that he’s a true Pisces and a workaholic, so he did what he did best - pined from afar and threw himself into his work. He’d done that successfully all these years, even as his members grew up, found their own loves, and created their own lives outside of their group. He found his version of happiness filling the world with his music. 

Still, he’d never stopped filming the videos. He’d never posted them publicly like JK had with his GC films. These weren’t for the world to see. These were memories that he kept for himself. For days like today, he supposed, when he was sitting all alone and facing the end of the world with just a drink and his precious memories. 

Surprisingly, he seemed to have kept them fairly balanced between the members. He had as many clips of the kids being silly as he did of Namjoon or himself. Lots of them hanging out in their old dorms, graduations, and silly teen antics. A bunch of videos of them drinking and acting stupid, usually having heated debates over absurd topics for fun, and Namjoon drunkenly discussing philosophical shit that put the younger ones to sleep. 

All their big moments he caught on film usually the second the Bighit cameras were gone, so he had lots of clips of them sobbing after winning their first awards. 

Actually, after that first award he’d had to pause the clip for a moment, staring at the way Namjoon was looking into the camera. At the time, he’d probably missed it or dismissed it - he didn’t remember. But now…the way that Namjoon stared into the camera…was because Yoongi was behind it. He was puffed up with pride and had that gorilla chin thing going on, but there was something else there. Something that made current Yoongi’s chest flutter dangerously. 

He fast-forwarded through other scenes for the next hour, noticing the trend. Namjoon would melt whenever Yoongi busted out his old camera and looked into the lens like the two of them were the only ones there. 

Huh. 

He’d never even noticed. He’d always been caught up in the moments as well, so maybe that was why. Or maybe the obliterated ozone was making him hallucinate. Whatever. He saw…something there. 

Or maybe he was just grasping for something to hold onto during his final moments. 

He sighed and slid from his seat, intending to top off his drink and maybe grab a pack of cookies. One benefit of being hours from death - no dieting. 

He put a few cookies on a plate, stared at it, then set the whole package on the tray as well. Then he grabbed his bottle of whiskey - a forty-five-year-old single malt scotch that he threw thousands down for that tasted just barely better than the stuff he bought at the grocery store for fifty won - and prepared himself another glass. 

He carried his tray of goods back to his seat and settled back in to watch more, pausing now and then to give the Maltese he’d adopted a cookie. 

After a few hours, the lights started to flicker and he stood up to peek outside. The sky was a violent crimson now, shot with orange and smatterings of black. There were small fires all over the city as things burned and crumbled. A cloud was in the far distance - crimson as everything else - but swirling and filled with debris. He figured that was probably going to be what took him out. He had no idea how he was staying as calm as he was. 

He took a shaky breath and reached down to pet the grey cat he’d adopted along with the Maltese. They were both anxious but dealing with it well. 

The cat meowed and twirled around his legs. 

“What do you need, Mellodi? Are you hungry?” 

He hums and leads the cat to the kitchen, the little white fluffball he’d named Gangaji (because he didn’t have the brain power left to think of anything better and it’s not like the pup would have to live with it forever) following them for a treat of his own. 

He fixes them the wet food he’d gotten from the shelter and watches them for a moment, wishing he’d gotten them sooner. It was nice having someone to take care of at home. 

He leaves them to their supper and goes back to the living room, realizing he’d forgotten to pause the video. It was playing the moment he’d busted out his old camera as Namjoon got ready for his wedding. He’d looked amazing - of fucking course he had. 

His hair had been dyed black and he’d gone with the usual black and white tux, but with little Namjoonesque accessories. 

And holy fuck, there was that look again. Namjoon stared into the lens right into Yoongi’s soul, smiling a little. 

“Hyung. I should do this, right?” 

He remembered how he’d practically heard alarm bells when Namjoon had said that. 

“You should only do what you want to do, Joon. You don’t have to marry someone to love them. Is this something you want?” He heard himself say and nodded at his sage wisdom. 

Namjoon sighed. “Yeah. Yeah, I care about her and I’m excited to have a family.” 

He turned to the camera again and grinned into the lens. 

“You ever wanna get married, hyung? Or are you strictly dickly these days?” 

Yoongi had scoffed playfully. “Maybe. I’m in no rush. Plus, you know, I’m hard to deal with.” 

Namjoon shook his head and frowned into the camera. 

“You’re perfect, hyung. Not traditionally perfect, perhaps, but the perfect Yoongi. You know? You don’t need to change or become someone that is “easy to deal with.” Someone will learn to fit themselves to your puzzle piece instead of jamming them together - like we did. You know?” 

Namjoon had veered so much into his metaphor land that he nearly sounded like Taehyung. 

“Yeah, I hear you. And you’ll be good too.” 

Namjoon nodded, then took a deep breath. His eyes flattened into slits as he stared at Yoongi. 

“I love you, hyung.” 

“Love ya too, babo.” 

Yoongi stared at the screen, breathing in shakily. Fuck, he loved that man so much. He rewound the video, staring at Namjoon’s face as he said the words again. 

“I love you, hyung.” 

He could almost pretend they were said the way he’d always wanted to hear them. 

He sighed wearily and scratched the cat’s head when she jumped on him for attention. No sense dwelling on this now. 

He shut off the TV and leaned back in his seat, staring up at the ceiling while he continued to pet the cat. The clocks all over the house showed that it was almost ten in the evening now, which explained why he was starting to feel a little tired. Maybe he should just spend his last moments on earth doing what he loved best - napping. 

He nods to himself and groans as he heaves himself from the chair. He begins to shuffle towards the bedroom with his two new shadows following behind him when he hears his door rattle. 

Gangaji gives a single tiny bark and then he hears a knock. Not just any knock, but a series of four followed by a pause then two more. Namjoon’s knock. 

Yoongi’s eyebrows practically fly off his face in his surprise. He quickly jogs towards the door and messes with the locks, suddenly annoyed at his demand that there be at least four of them. Finally, he lifted the last latch and swung the door open, staring up in wonderment as Kim Namjoon stood there heaving heavy breaths as the world crumbled behind him. 

“What the fuck are you doing, Namjoon? Get the fuck inside!” 

He pulls the man into his apartment, his face turning bright pink from the small blast of heat and his worry. 

“What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be with your wife and kids. You could have gotten seriously hurt! You could have… there's like fire out there and probably lava and shit and…”

Yoongi’s rant is muffled when a big hand grabs him by the shirt and pulls him closer. Namjoon is looking down at him - beautiful, glorious Namjoon who is a little bit sweaty from running around out there and has a cut on his arm - and Yoongi’s protests die. 

Namjoon is giving him the look from the video. The one that made his heart race and his stomach feel like he ate stew that had been on his Halmoni’s stove for five days straight.

“I couldn’t do it.” 

Yoongi screws his nose in confusion. “Couldn’t do what?” 

“I couldn’t live my last night on earth in a lie. I couldn’t…I tried to lay down with Aera and the kids but I just kept thinking of you here alone and…”

Oh. It was a charity thing. 

He forces a smile and pats his friend’s chest. That bouncy and plump chest that he still had after all these years…

He cleared his throat to make his straying thoughts cease. 

“You don’t have to worry about hyung, Joon. I got a couple of kids myself and I’m good. You need to go home,” he waves a hand carelessly and shows Namjoon the animals he’d gotten. 

Namjoon stares at them for a second and it’s obvious that he has to fight the urge to reach down to the puppy. He shakes his head and stares at Yoongi again, his gaze tightening with some sort of resolve. 

“No, hyung. The lie is that my home isn’t you . I want to be here with you .  I love you and I always have. You don’t have to do anything just…let me stay with you.” 

Yoongi’s heart is hammering in his chest as he stares up at his friend. “Like…romantically?” 

Namjoon’s smile quirks and he raises his eyebrow. “Yeah, hyung. Like romantically.” 

“How long?” 

Yoongi wasn’t sure that the answer mattered anymore, but he was curious. 

“Long time. Years and years. All the reasons why I didn’t go for it seem stupid and irrelevant now. But I…I just wanted to be selfish. Can I just…be selfish for today? Our final day on earth and I want to…” his head drops and Yoongi can hear his voice begin to wobble. “I want to die with you in my arms. I want to hold you and tell you I love you and that…that even though I don’t believe in reincarnation I want to just so we can do better next time.” 

Yoongi leans forward and presses his forehead into Namjoon’s chest. He breathes in deeply - taking note that underneath the sulphuric odor from outdoors, he was still wearing that fancy body wash scent. 

“I want that too,” he whispered, deciding fuck yeah, they can be selfish. He’d been sharing Namjoon with the world for twenty-five years. He deserves one fucking night. 

“Yeah?” Namjoon tilts his head up by his chin. “I kinda suspected sometimes that maybe you too but…do you love me? Like romantically?” He grins. 

Yoongi sighs dramatically, an answering shy smile tilting his lips. “Yeah, like romantically.” 

Namjoon gives his real smile then, the one that shows both dimples and the shine from his teeth could power a small country. Yoongi always loved Namjoon’s smile. 

Silently, he lets Namjoon lead them to the bedroom. He nods at the other's feet and Namjoon clumsily kicks off his shoes and - after sneaking a peek at Yoongi - snakes out of his jeans too. Yoongi climbs into bed and watches as Namjoon lowers himself next to him. How many nights had he laid in this very spot wishing he’d look over and see this very sight? 

Namjoon sighs as he lays his head on the pillow and reaches for Yoongi. The smaller man allows himself to be pulled closer and molded into the cage of Namjoon’s larger frame. He takes a deep breath and laces their legs together, pointedly ignoring the sound of glass breaking from somewhere in the living room. The animals race to get under the bed and he ignores that too, focusing only on the fact that he’s finally where he belongs at last. 

“I love you,” Namjoon rumbles, smiling happily. “Love you. Feels so good to finally get to say it.” 

Yoongi knows exactly what he means. Feels the need to say it over and over again like it’s a ward to keep him safe. 

“Love you, Kim Namjoon,” he sighs, reaching an arm across the small waist to pull himself even closer to him. Fuck, if he could figure out how to meld themselves together he totally would. 

Namjoon reaches out a large hand to tilt Yoongi’s face up, kissing him softly. Petal soft kisses span his entire face as Namjoon kisses first his lips, then his nose, both of his closed eyelids and finally his forehead before placing his hand on top of Yoongi’s head and playing with the strands. 

The sound of wood splintering has Yoongi whimpering and trying to get closer still, even if it’s physically impossible. 

The end was here at their beginning. 

“Hyung. I’ll love you next time too, okay? Don’t forget.” 

It’s getting harder to breathe as toxic fumes reach them and Yoongi fights to keep his eyes open. He stares hard at the man holding him, the love of his life. Of all his lives, if he had his way. The one he grew up with, fought with, dreamed with, loved with all his heart. 

“I’ll remember, Joon. Go to sleep now. I love you.” 

He watches as Namjoon tries to take one last huge breath, then his eyes shut and his arms tighten around Yoongi. He stares for one more second and then closes his own, sleeping forever in the arms of his love. 

[banavalope]

Hello, I'm a Homestuck and Good Omens fan and just saw your post about coffee. I came to the Homestuck fandom way late, though, and don't know what the coffee theory was. I was wondering if you'd be willing to share that story from the trenches if it's not too traumatic :)

I'll preface by saying, this all happened near about the time I began to step away from Homestuck, as this was late 2011 to early 2012. My recollection could very well be missing some juicier deets, because I always managed to avoid the worst of it. In all I had a pretty benign time floating about the Homestuck fandom, I'll say that. My knowledge is as a fly's.

If you want the short version: once upon a time, the Homestuck fandom was so stupid it had discourse over the way coffee was drawn in a single panel, because the stylistic choice used to show the way cheap potted coffee has that oil slick sheen on the top Really got the gamerz thinking Gamzee was putting troll blood in the coffee.

The long version is this: this Act was annoying. All the Acts had been annoying, there'd been rather more than six of them so far. The fandom's toxicity was at its most potent, and the main fandom exodus hadn't happened yet. But the stylistic choice brewing on page 4702 of A6I2 suggested a discourse was on the horizon, and it was the size of planet fucking Jupiter.

To understand the affairs of 2011/12 Homestucks, a few things are important to mention: first, nobody enjoyed Act 6. Ask anyone from the tumblr era First Wave, we all agreed that Cascade would have been a better place to start wrapping up the comic as a whole. When Act 6 opened introducing the alpha kids, a whole new plot derivative, and we all realized we'd have to go through the same slog again, that the story wasn't over, the collective exhaustion was palpable. SWATHS left unhappy; worse yet (for some), the alpha kids brought us away from the game of SBURB and the over-aching plot, to instead place our focus on their interpersonal relationships. It was a bad time to take your audience away from a well crafted climax.

Reading it now as a completed work makes this not so bad, because the book is wrote. You can consume it as a finished piece and clearly interpret a through line for yourself, start to finish. Skip it even, if you want. When you've no idea at what time the next update will come, while all the pieces remain necessary to tell the story, any pacing is bad pacing.

Second, while Homestucks are known for many things - all of them cringe - the one that goes overlooked most, in spite of the ripple effect we still feel from it today in every corner, is the sheer amount of over analyzing done to the story itself. Every panel, every inch of every pixel, was a part of a puzzle we all collectively made up. Theorizing was an integral part to the Update Culture era of Homestuck's fandom, that we Figure Out the Story, you had to be the one who predicted what came next. Impressive how none of us came up with some kind of fandom Nobel Peace Prize, for how much we lauded it as a lifetime achievement.

I'll give you, Homestuck does have a very rich narrative. Much of it, I'll favor, is even intentional. It made worldbuilding choices captivating enough to get people painting themselves grey, for fun, so surely it had a few right ideas in some places. And there's nothing wrong about analyzing your media, picking apart its references to tie together a background story, even if it's just one you make up based on how you experienced reading it. That's kind of the whole point of consuming art. It's to be discussed, share your personal conclusions on. Theory is the breath of creativity.

It's the whole part about wanting to be right, where Homestucks as a collective force wanted to start eating each other alive on the spot. We were fucking OBNOXIOUS with theory posting. I'll be honest with you, I really ate that kind of thing up, and even I was getting annoyed. People were beginning to stretch, likely to cope with becoming bored.

Finally, the sober Gamzee controversy. This came about a while before coffeegate, but the effect the inciting update had on Homestucks is comparable to a haunting. It was fucking chernobyl, and a bad day to be a nuclear scientist because now it was your problem. Vriska fans - equally insufferable, as we all were by some respect[1] - and Gamzee fans fought with each other VEHEMENTLY, just to see whos gang was better. Keep that in the background of your mind as the theme music to what's playing. Everyone was anxiously wondering what had happened to Gamzee, because for the last several some-odd panels, we'd lost the boy. He was full of murderous intent, we were down to precious few characters on the meteor left, and we'd lost the boy.

So here we are. It's 2011. We're standing now at the end of the world, we've lost the boy for several panels, and finally the plot is trying to move along. We're all tired, and irritated, and divorced, doing this song and dance one more time but god willing the LAST TIME, when a joke about the look of shitty potted coffee gets made.

And some harbinger of the fucking apocalypse takes to tumblr dot com, drafting up a post about how Gamzee - living in the meteor walls - is putting troll blood into the coffee. Because, otherwise, how is Kanaya as a rainbow drinker doing so fine? Dave called the taste metallic, like blood. Something something long forgotten theories about trolls blood here something something. People would chime in to say "that's just how coffee looks", somehow it dissolved into actual discourse of people violently discussing back and forth how it could ONLY BE BLOOD, because coffee drawn in a prior panel UPDATES AGO didn't have the film on top, only now AFTER SOBER GAMZEE. Etcetera. It was just the worst case of reading too hard into something that you done ever did see.

Shortly following this, many people who were already growing exhausted with Homestuck's narrative direction at this point decided to take this coffee theory as their sign the flood was coming and to board the ark or learn how to swim. Anyone who learned to swim subsequently left during the exodus of 2015.

Again, my memory is pretty hazy. Thanks to Requiem Cafe, surprisingly difficult to google these days. Certainly another old still following me will have something more to add that I'm forgetting, as your handy dandy unreliable narrator.

[1] Said the Eridan fan.

[cursivebloodlines]

"Depends. Have you finished belittling me and mocking every single word that comes out of my mouth?" Lydia snapped back, flashing him a sour glare. Hard to keep up pretenses of happiness when he was winding her up, driving her insane - in more ways than one, clearly but at that moment she was on the brink of ripping his head off. She wasn't having a fucking tantrum; he was just being a dick. Maybe she had a touch of youngest child syndrome, forever being shielded away from the hardest parts of life, family feeling the need to protect her from life. A life where she felt the need to prove she could handle stuff. To prove she was capable. She may have been lucky in the sense to be the only one of her siblings to know their father - though considering her situation now, it probably would've been better for her if she hadn't. The last thing she wanted to do was to explode in front of everyone, not on their wedding day, not in front of all these people - though honestly, she couldn't care less what these people thought. They knew nothing. No matter how much they thought they did.

Blah, blah, blah, Lydia thought to herself, trying to stifle the urge to roll her eyes. Or a yawn. Either one floated her boat, she wasn’t fussy. Honestly, she could not give a flying monkey about the streets. Her threat had been a joke, a bad one at that probably. It was meant to be something to amuse herself but of course, he had to get all serious and manage to ruin her imagination, too. She had no real interest in them, would rather go running in the other direction rather than getting involved. It had been a joke. And so, she didn’t care for whatever he said, no matter how right he may have been – nor did she even want to admit that he had a point – because that would mean letting him win, and she couldn’t have that. Would do anything except from admitting defeat. “In that case, I suppose it’s a good job I don’t actually have any intention of following through with it,” Lydia said in a voice that was overly, sickeningly sweet. A smile plastered across her face to reinforce it.

When Ivan basically confirmed her suspicions, that if she were a man, she wouldn’t be standing there living and breathing now, she scoffed. She already knew that, of course she did – she wasn’t a complete idiot. And she couldn’t help the way she pulled a face which seemed to gradually become more and more unimpressed (as if she hadn’t reached that limit already) with every pet name he threw at her. A bit overkill, but she assumed it was because he knew he would get on her nerves. He already got on every single last one of them. Was she supposed to be grateful? Because she wasn’t and she never would enable him the satisfaction of such thing. “If you’re waiting a thank you, you’ll be waiting a long time. Also, you should know: your pet names are becoming increasingly worse, darling.”  A brief pause. “And there are things far worse than death.” Lydia was not frightened of death, per se.  In fact, she had grown desensitised to it in a sense. Working with death on a daily basis, she had no other choice but to find a way to cope. Compartmentalise and detach herself from the horrors she subjected herself to. Having saw what she did that landed her in her current situation was different though; seeing someone after they died was different than watching the brutal act that ended their lives, watching their final moments unfold. In the end, she kind of found comfort in the fact that in death, they all ended up the same way, no matter what you did in life. The after part of death was pretty much the same for nearly everyone.  That being said, she wasn’t trying to actively meet her demise any earlier than she was supposed to. So, if that meant being careful then she would do her best. As for Ivan valuing her intelligence more than she thought? Now that was a new one. Could he even be capable of valuing anything of her? Not that she wanted to prove herself to him, she couldn’t care less what he thought of her. And yet still… “If you value my intelligence, you should start acting like it. Just saying.”

Lydia genuinely thought that Ivan would leave her to it when her dad approached. It would have been a good reason to be free of her for a bit for the first time all day. But he… he surprised her. Her husband stayed, even had the guts to tell her father no – though she was quite capable of doing that herself, to say the least. His hand on her waist again had her once again simultaneously wanting to shove him off and needing him closer and wanting them to have a moment alone so she could explore what else he could do with those hands. Preferably under her dress, this time. Okay, Lydia. Back up a bit. Watching the exchange take place between her husband and her father, a casual smirk threatened to twitch at her lips when her dad was told no, and the filthy look he gave Ivan as they moved away. She bit the inner corner of her cheek in an attempt to restrain that smirk from flourishing though, not until they were away from him. Clearly, he didn’t like to be told no, wasn’t used to it even, which she found more than entertaining. “Now, you should consider not telling me what to do,” Lydia murmured back in response. “I’m not hungry, though I wasn’t completely lying about my feet, as much as I like annoying and avoiding my father. These shoes are starting to hurt me. I think I’m going to go and put something more comfortable. Especially if we’ve still got a few hours of this left,” she admitted with a soft sigh. “It’s up to you if you want to come with me or not.” She supposed she could try and make a clean getaway if he didn’t… though what would be the point now? It was a bit too late to make a beeline for an exit now. “I’ll behave.”

"Poor little thing, are you done with this tantrum, princess?" It was hard for him to feel any kind of compassion or empathy for her considering that Lydia seemed to have had everything growing up. At least money, which made things incredibly easier. Ivan doubted that she knew what it was like to work hard for anything. It's not that he underestimated Lydia's abilities but she didn't know the need, she could never do it. Ivan had had to fight tooth and nail for everything he had achieved while Lydia had had her life served on a silver platter. He doubted that she could ever fully understand the path Ivan had traveled to be where she was. Full of blood, sweat and tears. Full of decisions, some terrible, some good, some questionable, but decisions nonetheless.

"People still runs by a code, everyone does them but the streets usually have their own, angel" It didn't matter how much they could bribe someone. There was something Ivan had earned: reputation and respect. Most of the people willing to do that kind of work had more respect for Ivan or owed him some favor for which they would either reject the job or let him know so he could be aware. Everyone had their price, Lydia was right about that, but even so, and although he was aware of that, Ivan knew that he had the majority in favor. A reputation was more important most of the times and Ivan had a big one.

"First of all, if you were a man and you had been there that night, you wouldn't be here talking to me today, honey" He hoped she understood between the lines. If she had been a man, she would be dead without a doubt and no matter who her father was. In fact, Ivan was increasingly skeptical that she knew that her father had been more willing to offer her in marriage than he was to marry her. Yes, the benefit that she couldn't talk about anything if they were married but her father had almost wanted to get rid of Lydia. "Second, if you were a man and you were threatening me, you wouldn't be here talking to me either, angel" Neither would he be as amused by her threat or sympathetic to her. Ivan would probably have threatened her back if she was a guy and maybe he would have broken some of her bones for having the audacity to threaten him like that "Third, you being a girl is working in your favor anyway, chickpea" And against him because if she moved her cute little ass like that again he was going to fuck her regardless of all that party around them "And fourth, I value your intelligence more than you think, sweet baby" He had no problem openly admitting that she had brain and one definitely bigger than his For starters, there was no way she wouldn't have it because of the way she quickly knew what to reply to his taunts and second, he'd done the research on her before her and she was fucking smart even in her classes in college.

Ivan noticed as soon as her father approached them because she automatically tensed up and stopped dancing. He noticed that clearly Lydia didn't want to go with her father. He could respect that and also now that they were officially married, her father couldn't force her to do anything she didn't want "I'm sorry Mr. Collins but Lydia was just telling me how her feet and head hurt, I think who needs to eat something, after all, we don't want the bride to faint, right?" He retorted before sliding a hand around Lydia's waist tightening his grip on her. His thumb stroked her waist over her dress in a reassuring gesture "We don't want that, definitely not but we must dance" Her father didn't seem happy there but Ivan didn't give a damn, if Lydia didn't want to go then He wasn't going to force her to leave "Maybe later, Mr.Collins, I'm going to take Lydia to sit down for a while," he added before slowly leading her away from the dance floor and her father "Now you should consider eating something and maybe pretend that your feet hurt, I prefer not to have your father as an enemy on the same day of our wedding" He leaned down to whisper into her ear with the sweetest smile he could muster.

[the-mirage-forest]

Wielder lineup part 1! I apparently never posted this so woops, sorted by age order (Not physical age, literal age)

Clip art & basic lore below the cut because I know this is far too wide and not tumblr friendly, more detailed lore is linked in my intro post

SCURO SELWYN WELLS

The first Mirage Wielder and the Wielder of Darkness, Scuro is the only wielder to be directly blood related to Saturn, as Saturn became lonely after the Starborn moved out and created a child (clone) of himself so as to not be so lonely. You wouldn't really guess this, as many millennia ago, Scuro struck a deal with the Blue Xiilune and traded their position as the Wielder of Magic, damaging the zotura (An artifact that turns normal people into Wielders) for magic but also turning them into a strange gooey mass with no memories of their former self. They're very childish and cheerful otherwise.

SHI & DEATH WELLS

The 2nd eldest Wielder and the only one to hail from Earth, Shi is unique because his Zotura can actually think and speak in mortal terms, but is kind of a sassy, very-literal tool. As the Wielder of Death, him and his Zotura bicker very often on how to treat the subject, having never quite reached an agreement.

Shi himself is very older-brother-esque, placing a high priority on his family, responsible, mature, if a bit stuck-up, stubborn, judgemental, and "I'm too old to be engaging in KIDDY stuff, that's cringe." (He is very cringe)

JINI WELLS

You can expect the Wielder of The Undead to be a bit strange, and you would be vastly underestimating Jini. She was originally a poor child working on a factory, where she stumbled upon the Undead Zotura via it getting stuck in a machine, and its power causing it to explode the entire factory. The Zotura would haphazardly put Jini back together, but she was never quite the same after her wielder-ification, being a bit quiet, creepy, kooky, and "no thoughts, head empty." Rest assured though, Jini can still be a good sibling, if a bit morbid at times.

AMANZI WELLS

A bit concerning that this is the 3rd wielder in a row who's undead, but Amanzi serves as a grim reminder of how cruel the ocean can be. He was once part of a sea-monster hunting ship, but his entire crew was attacked and eaten by said sea monsters. Bitter, he became a poltergeist, one that lost itself to the violence and didn't come back until the Water Zotura found its way into the sea. After becoming a Wielder, Amanzi chilled out, becoming calmer, lazier, and friendly. If he's near the species of monster that ate him however, he becomes skittish, violent, and flighty. If it gets worse, there's a good chance he might revert to his poltergeist form.

FLACARA WELLS

Flacara was obsessed with the Fire Zotura the moment she heard about it, researching and pouring over it for hours, convinced that it was just for her and that its power was far better than what her family could offer. One night, her obsession grew so great and her isolation so bad that she blew up on her family, running off to find the Zotura. She did find it, and it chose her, but she soon began to regret how she treated her family, especially after finding out being a Mirage Wielder was more familial than told.

She's extremely lonely, bitter about her own isolation and takes it out on her siblings, making them stay away from her more. Flacara deeply wants friends and to mend her relationships with her siblings, but finds herself too anxious & ashamed to try communicating. Recently, she's become very taken to the internet, making online friends who are equally as socially inept as her, and Flacara's personally trying to convince herself that the internet is all she needs for friends.

SHIMBER WELLS

Before Shimber became the Wielder of Wind, he was bullied immensely for his like of a certain fantasy boardgame (But The Mirage's version of it), and no one at school was willing to play with the Childish Annoying Kid. One day, a group of older classmates decide to trick Shimber into jumping down a hole, with the promise that they would play with him if he did it. They, of course, abandoned him the moment Shimber got stuck, leaving a poor child lost, injured, stuck, and alone. But as fate would have it, a strange, four-legged figure would happen upon Shimber all alone, and tossed a strange object down the pit.

Shimber is the embodiment of a middle child, he's constantly forgotten about, people find him annoying, a bit too loud and high-energy, and he still can't get many of his siblings to play with him. He seems attached to Flacara though, and she seems to tolerate him, oddly enough.

[3xen]

I need more gusion fanfics.... Specifically enemies to lovers please...... Please....there no more gusion fanfics I've scearched a03 Tumblr Wattpad pls....

forbidden desires; gusion it was your mission to kill gusion paxley—an enemy to your kingdom, a hidden lover.

n. had this msg in my inbox for quite some time. im so srry for taking so long to write it. if i ever feel like it, ill make a better version <3 for gusion's mask, i imagined his night owl skin!

c. enemies to lovers, forbidden relationship, unrequited love, angst, ooc(?)

the night of the masquerade party.

you pulled him aside from the crowd—a fiery glare being his greeting. he wore a silver mask, two purple ombre feathers sprouting out lavishly from the top-sides. you lightly caressed his shoulders, your lips curving into a charming smile.

“you reek of hostility.” he scoffs at your attempts to lighten the mood. you can only respond in a laugh at his reaction—fully amused. slowly, you start to sway your hips as his hands find its place at your waist.

“i was forced to be here.” he confesses, warily following your movements. “what’s your name?”

“_____.”

“my brother invited you?”

“a hand-written letter.” you confirm, the two of you starting to spin in place—matching the rhythm of the ballroom music. his orbs lock onto yours, the intensity of the moment is overbearing—your instincts telling you to look away. but you don’t, growing more invested as it continues.

your mission was to merely stall gusion.

“the castle is under attack!” a voice belares amidst the crowd.

he was a formidable foe.

“get to safety!”

and for a moment, it felt safe–in his arms.

“_____!” a look of panic flashes across his eyes.

at first, it’s denial.

his eyes frantically search the room—for any sign of you. but, you're gone. all that's left behind is that mask you wore.

it’s been a while since that night.

you wished you acted on logic, moreover, your own desires. through that short time, you managed to attach yourself to him. it was nothing sweet, it ate like maggots at your brain.

the mere thought had you bound and helpless.

“the backway gate is your only form of entrance. the safest,” the voice pauses, intent on getting this plan through your head.

“_____? are you listening?” you jolt awake, eyes blinking to soothe the strain.

“yes? yes. i-im listening.”

“this is crucial, not just as the heir to the throne but our kingdom as a whole. don’t mess this up.” you nod repeatedly, making it appear to seem as if you're interested.

-

castle aberleen.

you wander quietly through the main hall, pushing a rolling cart filled with cups and platters. you were dressed as a servant with formal attire.

‘it should be marked with a name..’

you skimmed through the letters of each door as you passed. finally, you stumbled upon a certain door, marked with ‘gusion paxley’.

as you stood in front of his door, ready to enter, you took a few deep breaths while your legs and hands began to feel like jello. the tips of your fingers suddenly becoming cold as you start to zone off.

the crickets from outside seemingly stopped chirping as the room began to feel more and more isolated. you pull yourself out of the endless trance by pinching your thigh, causing a deep shiver to run through your spine.

“sir, your tea is ready.” you coo as your mind wanders elsewhere; wondering if this was the right thing to do.

your kingdoms haven’t always been on bad terms, you were once honorable allies. somewhere in you, believed the two kingdoms were capable enough to form a treaty. it would surely declare peace between the lands.

you didn’t think you would have enough courage to kill gusion paxley but you weren’t going to disobey your kingdom’s orders, you couldn’t. you were too afraid of rejection.

“leave it at the door.” you can clearly see the shadows of his feet through the bottom of the door. you sigh, sadly even.

you slowly crack the door open, placing a hand on your leg holster. something in you hoped he’d flee, that’d he’d completely leave the lands. it would avoid more issues, no more killing, no more pain.

before you fully enter his room, you’re tackled to the ground by strong hands. he flips you on your back, dead intent on catching this assailant. his eyes lock on your figure, his expression consisting of shock and hurt.

“_____..” his soft voice trails off, you manage to maintain eye-contact through your teary lashes. your body melts in his arms, a feeling of warmth and fondness.

“im sorry.” you murmur while he places his hand on the back of your head, pulling you firmly into his chest. you can feel his breath hitch, he strokes your hair gingerly, almost like a silent apology.

“i’ll protect you.”

© 3xen

[sophieinwonderland]

Hi. Sorry to bother you, Sophie. But I need some advice. I need to know if I might have accidentally created a tulpa. Because I’m panicking.

There’s this character. That I hyperfixated on. I suffer from psychosis, and my episodes have been getting increasingly worse. One of my coping mechanisms has been projecting all of my problems onto a character and subsequently obsessing over them. I made this version of them that lived inside my head that I would just monologue to while pacing around the room and gesturing wildly to the air. I idolized them. Made them real to me. Pretended to be them for the sense of power I got.

Recently I’ve been having some very… weird interactions with that character and their source material. I don’t know how much detail I want to go into, or if I’m even able to explain. I thought it might have just been my psychosis acting up. But things got really weird today, and it culminated with me self-harming. I took a shower with some lavender to calm down, and now I’m messaging you because you’re tumblr’s prime expert on tulpas.

The idea that this character might live inside my head now, permanently… that is scary. For one, they don’t deserve that. They’re awesome and amazing and definitely don’t deserve to be stuck inside a scrawny psycho. For two, do they carry over all of the mental issues that I heaped onto them as a coping mechanism? I don’t have the mental fortitude to handle that. As was demonstrated today. For three, what if they hate me? For accidentally getting them stuck here?

I don’t know. If you could direct me to any resources that would be great.

First, sorry for taking a while to get to this.

If this anon was you...

I've just had a lot of asks over the past week, and it's hard to keep up with them all. My inbox is currently at 235, and sometimes I'll go to bed and wake up to see I have 7 new asks. (Though some are duplicates.)

I try to keep up with them, but things can get lost.

That said, I realize this was an important one, so I'm sorry about that.

Although, if the second anon isn't the first one and those are unrelated... then yeah, Tumblr ate it. 🤷‍♀️

...

Anyway, I'm sorry you're going through this right now. I know it's confusing and stressful.

I'm not too educated on psychotic disorders and how they might influence plurality, so take everything I say with a grain of salt.

But there are aspects of your story that seem familiar to myself as a tulpa. When you mention this...

Pretended to be them for the sense of power I got.

It sounds similar to how my host thought of me when we started our proto-switching. It wasn't for a sense of power, but to understand the character he was writing better. But he would often "pretend to be me" to get into that sort of mindset.

Thinking back, I think what was happening was at least a little bit dissociative, where he would "become" me for a time. I don't consider this the same as our full switches that we learned later. But they were at least partial switches or blending.

I wonder if something similar might be going on here.

For two, do they carry over all of the mental issues that I heaped onto them as a coping mechanism?

All your headmates share a brain. If there are mental issues present, then they're going to affect all your headmates. Regardless of whether you feel that you gave those issues to them.

But I think that's okay. If you think about created headmates like children in this regard, I don't subscribe to the idea that people with genetic disorders shouldn't reproduce because their children could inherit those. I'm speaking as someone whose host's father has schizophrenia. And so I see no issue with making headmates just because those headmates might have mental problems as well.

I don’t have the mental fortitude to handle that. As was demonstrated today.

I don't believe that. Discovering a headmate is always scariest in the beginning. But you get used to it over time. And not really a lot of time either. A month down the road, and there's a good chance that being plural will feel normal. At least relatively to how it feels now.

You had a bad day. But you can move forward. A bad day, or even a few bad days, doesn't define you.

And maybe you'll find that you can be even stronger together. Some tulpa systems have reported that having a tulpa helped them deal with their psychosis, even helping them tell when they might be having a hallucination or delusion from it.

For three, what if they hate me? For accidentally getting them stuck here?

You didn't really get them stuck there. You just... created them. It's not like they would be somewhere else if you hadn't made them, despite what their exo-memories might tell them. If they're a tulpa, they wouldn't exist without you. You gave them a life. And that's cool.

I can't speak for your tulpa. But maybe you should let them speak for themselves and discuss your thoughts with them like adults.

I think it's unlikely that they'll hate you for making them. If they do though, all you can do is try to do better by them. Repairing a relationship isn't always easy, but you can with work.

And since you clearly care about them, I think the work would be worth it.

I might recommend this guide on how to be the best host you can to get started.

Wishing you both better days to come! 💖

[sparrowhero]

could u write something abt shigaraki finding out his crush has a mini crush on eraserhead? 👀

tumblr ate this so you're getting the condensed version. my apologies but if you are upset you need to yell at tumblr hq and be really niceys to me bc i had to write this from scratch TWICE.

ANYWAYS because it's my vision I'm editing this to be more of S1 Shigaraki overthinking your agreement of calling Eraser-head 'cool' post USJ. Reader is implied to be closer in age to Shigaraki and Shigaraki is implied to think that Aizawa may or may not be more than ten years older than he actually is.

HEADCANONS AND DRABBLE UNDER CUT

First of all, he can't exactly blame you because Eraser IS pretty cool. He can't deny what he's said himself: while his quirk is decent, it's the skills that back it up-- He does above and beyond what all of the other fakers claim to do, for nothing but the safety and peace of mind for a few snot-nosed brats who want to become heroes. He's cool. HOWEVER-- him being cool (for a hero) and him being a match for you are two completely different questions. He goes down a full fledged rabbit hole of comparing himself to Aizawa in order to win you back. (or rather, win you over in the first place, but who's counting?)

Where the hell does that old man get off seducing people?! As a matter of fact, what the hell does he have that Shigaraki doesn't? Other than the ability to grow facial hair. (Sorry, but he cannot. It's not happening. Aizawa has been able to grow a beard since he was in high school if we count MHA Vigilantes as canon.)

Is it the hair? His hair is pretty shaggy too, and he could be considered growing it out. Aizawa has more of a curl pattern but they both pay the exact amount of care to their hair: none. He definitely could beat him on that. Sure, Aizawa has a low voice...if you LIKE that sort of thing...but Shigaraki still has a few years left of growing. His voice could deepen by then. The physique? Well...he may be a LITTLE bit shorter, and Eraser does have some muscle hidden underneath those baggy clothes...BUT THOSE THINGS DIDN'T STOP HIM FROM GETTING HIS ASS KICKED!!

He not-so-subtly reminds you that as competent as Eraser was, he also figured out his gimmick and while Eraser himself wasn't able to land a significant blow onto him, he, however, was able to disintegrate part of his arm. PLUS the nomu beat him anyways (he takes credit for that since he brought the nomu along as part of his grand strategy)

"He's not so great." Shigaraki reminds you at the hideout. After the rest of the staff foiled his plans at USJ, he's needed a lot of support due to the bullet wounds in several of his joints, and you graciously help to nurse him back to health. You're in the middle of changing his bandages when he brings this up, and you give him a questioning look because...who the hell is he talking about?? His red eyes meet yours as he looks down at you from his chair. "Eraser-head."

"I'm better for you than he is." His voice is part whisper, part grunt, and almost completely inaudible as he looks away from you. Once again, you ask him to repeat himself because you can't hear him, and he backtracks-- just a little-- in itchy irritation. "I said I'm better than he is." Shigaraki rasps out, enunciating each consonant. He wishes you were a little quicker on the uptake, not considering maybe it's his own evasive way of phrasing things that's gotten him to this point.

"Of course you are."

He has to double take. It's an answer he's come to expect from Kurogiri, who has been his caretaker for over ten years, but to hear it from you gives it a whole new meaning. His heart beats loudly, almost painfully in his chest as you shrug, as if you're saying something completely obvious.

"If I wanted to jump ship after USJ, I would have done so back then, you know?" Careful hands reapply the clean bandages to his arms while you speak, no trace of hesitation or deception lining your tone. "You said it too, he's pretty cool-- But a hero's a hero." Your eyes and tone sharpen at that. "Garbage doesn't stop being garbage just because it's a little shiner than usual."

You didn't join up with them on anything so petty, that could be shaken so easily. It's true that Eraser-head is a better hero than most, but he's still a part of hero society. He defends it, he upholds it, he perpetuates it...and so any appreciation for him starts and stops there. There's no room for the kind of hypocritical half-measures that heroes embody. "So what if we got our asses kicked? We're going to get our revenge soon enough. We're better than that, aren't we?"

You tap your knuckles against the uninjured parts of his hand in a kind of fist-bump. Ah, he realizes, you've misunderstood him. You think he needs encouragement after the fumble and losing the nomu. His lips twitch into a half smile. Maybe you're right...about that at least. The hit to his pride has gotten him into this kind of weak thinking. Shigaraki allows a few of his fingers to brush up against the outside of yours.

Of course. What a foolish thing for him to consider. He didn't have anything to fear about Eraser. Maybe in another world, a different world, a man like that could have been an asset-- someone who understood the kind of darkness that bred the both of you. But the heaviness that weighs upon you and the drive that binds you two together is stronger and more ferocious than any hypocritical kindness that current hero society offers you.

Kurogiri doesn't miss the exchange, his glowing yellow eyes narrowing fondly as the distraction that was currently weighing on Shigaraki disappears with just a gesture and a few words from you.

"We're better than that." Shigaraki agrees. "It'll be different next time." He intends to show you that you chose the right side-- the right man-- even if you don't know it yet. He'll let you think it's just about USJ for a little while longer, if it means he can hold your hand like this. You'll realize soon enough.

[milksnake-tea]

omg tumblr ate the first paragraph of this LOL WHY

I basically just apologized because I was the og anon who mentioned the full leak the SH Sunday info came from was sus/heavily stated not confirmed from what I gathered online, but many people saw it, took it, ran with it outside of the full context and made it look more confirmed. It seems a lot has happened to your inbox since then so I hope it wasn't too much of a bother! I overthink these things...

honestly I have personally seen great reasonings both for and against the SH and AE for Sunday. I have faith that whatever they write for him will be great regardless, but I do hope it will be AE just to see him more x) I heard (I don't recall this being said in a stream but I may be wrong) that Shaoji's fave character from the cast IS Sunday, so I definitely think extra care will be given and regardless of where he ends up, the story will be satisfying.

And who knows... maybe he will be given the Firefly treatment where he gets a bunch of ads and additional screen time 👀 personally I'm anxiously awaiting his merch series. hyv never fails in that department (well, maybe they miss out on small seemingly better merch ideas but still lol). Like I bought some Aven and Robin merch and I am SO excited for future versions of those that will be Sunday themed (like light cone sand block). Plus his cute little nendo with Robin and oh boy I'm getting sidetracked lol

Personally I wasn't fully sold on the SH Sunday side until I saw a video on YouTube about it. All people talking about it really glossed over details and made it sound very circumstantial vs tailored to Sunday. I also do think that though Sunday has done some morally ambiguous things, I lowkey feel like he would still ?? can't think of the word but I imagine a version of Sunday almost clutching pearls because of the intensity of what the SH do sometimes. He viewed his ideals/methods as worth it, but idk if he'd feel that way about others' methods for similar ideals, if that makes sense. Either way, I'm excited for him to be a permanently relevant cast member. WE ARE IN THE FINAL STRETCH I CAN'T WAIT

dude i completely forgot to reply to this BUT YOURE FINEEE DWDW I WASNT THAT BOTHERED BY IT honestly i was just being dramatic GOODBYE 😭😭😭 bc imma be so fr. i dont care where sunday ends up and honestly ae works out bc we see him more !!! i just want sunday to do some crimes. personally

HONESTLY HE HAS TO. IF HE DOESNT GET THE AVENTURINE/FIREFLY TREATMENT IM GOING TO COMMIT A FELONY I WANT THAT MAN ANIMATED !!! tis what he deserves....

and yeah you're right he would clutch some of his pearls but at the same time i personally don't think he'd be too opposed to it depending on who it's being done to - how i see sunday is that he is completely fine with doing fucked up things if the people he's doing them to are also just as fucked up/are a threat, if that makes sense? but yeah he'd probably be like wtf... when he sees silver wolf unleash idk a bunch of data demons and watch them wreak havoc... IDK !! i still think sh sunday would be a fun idea BECAUSE of how he clutches his pearls but he's still there regardless bc elios plan to save the universe is pretty appealing... also adds the whole paradise thing in there too if that makes sense.... but again ae is also amazing for him so good for lil baby

BUT HES HERE !!! HES HERE AND IM GOING TO BITE HIM !!!! SUNDAY FANS REJOICE WHATEVER STANDPOINT YOURE ON

[drews-amazing-journey]

Hello peoples,

This is my first tumblr post how exciting! Today I slept for 6 hours and woke up at eleven am. Started the morning off strong falling off a bird at four in the morning but it’s ok! I went to my morning discussion at twelve and ended my last class around five pm. Today I came home late due to having lots and lots of assignments and was very tired. I was so tired that I didn’t have anything to eat till around six pm. I ate tofu soup which was refreshing for the throat because of my sepsis infection. I’m hoping to do more and more everyday working harder to achieve my goal of becoming a better version of myself everyday. Goodnite everyone.

[thenationaltreasuregazette]

I'm In: Abigail's Arc, pt 2

Previously, we were talking about Abigail's Arc in the first National Treasure, and comparing her journey to one Elizabeth Swann, another leading lady in an early 2000s Bruckheimer-produced Disney action-adventure flick that turned an absurd premise into a fantastic film greater than the sum of its parts.

Two nickles, you know?

We had just reached the point where our leading ladies were diving headfirst into their respective adventures, pulling no punches and leaving no precious documents un-lemon juiced.

Abigail is answering riddles and matching Ben on every test of historical trivia; Elizabeth is outsmarting ruthless pirates and matching will on every test of 'will they do piracy.'

Which brings us to:

First of all, a moment of silence for the completed version of this post that tumblr ate despite repeated used of the 'save as draft' button. Alas.

But on the plus side since then I've

had covid

actually rewatched Curse of the Black Pearl instead of scrubbing through it and hoping for the best

Onward!

Part 7: Colluding with the Enemy

It's one thing for Abigail to be working with Ben and Riley. After all, they are the 'good guys' who are just as committed to getting the Declaration back as she is.

Well, maybe not quite as much, since she didn't, you know, steal it, but hey.

But things get a lot more interesting when Abigail partners with Ian.

Ben and Riley are, like, weird nerds on a quest that just happens to necessitate several crimes. Ian and his crew are career criminals. Just look at how the movie frames their preparations for the heist. Ian and his allies will not hesitate to use violence to get what they want, and anything in their way—including the Declaration of Independence—is in danger because of it.

And yet, Ian is Abigail's first call when Ben is arrested.

It doesn't even take her a long time to reach the conclusion that this is her best option to get the Declaration back (and maybe find some treasure on the way).

Before this moment, Abigail is invested in the treasure hunt, but maintains a certain sense of plausible deniability—she was kidnapped into this after all, and while she's been tagging along on her own agency since the Jefferson Memorial, there's still a sense that she's only doing the things she's doing because she got caught up in the middle of a larger situation, and is doing what she can to ensure the Declaration remains unharmed.

Whether this would work out as a defense for her legally is one thing, but at least emotionally, Abigail can tell herself that she's not like these guys. She's not actually a treasure hunter, or a criminal, or somebody who would trespass on and damage historic buildings if not under duress. She's Just Trying to Protect the Declaration Godddamnit™.

But when she calls Ian, all that evaporates.

Sure, maybe she believes that Ben has a better chance of getting the Declaration back before Ian harms it than the FBI does, but Abigail has never expressed a mistrust in authority or a belief that the FBI can't or won't save the document. She could let them handle it.

Instead, she collaborates with the same criminals who were holding her at gunpoint the night before. It doesn't even take her long to make the decision to do so.

The sequence goes:

Ben gets arrested

Abigail and Riley slip away before they're spotted

In the park, Abigail asks Riley how to contact Ian

At the FBI field office, we join Ben and Sadusky at the end of Ben's interrogation

Ian calls proposing Abigial's plan

Abigail puts this plan into motion very quickly: between the time Ben is arrested and his arrival at the FBI office, presumably. She has to, because the plan is already in place by the time Ben is finished telling the story to Sadusky.

That's a pretty quick turn for someone who couldn't even fathom treasure hunting 24 hours earlier.

Over in Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl, Elizabeth started out working with the bad guys of her story, coercing and being coerced by Barbossa's crew, but now she finds herself in similar circumstances to Abigail. She's been separated from group and stuck with the team clown/genius while her beau is caught and captured. And Will's fate is going to be much worse than prison for a very long time if she can't get to him.

When Elizabeth is marooned with Jack, she sets a signal fire to summon the British Navy. Well, first she gets drunk on rum, sings sea shanties, aaaaalmost kisses Jack and thinks, yeah, no, I'm done with this. Then, she signals the navy.

And when they refuse to mount a rescue operation for Will, Elizabeth uses the only leverage she has left and agrees to marry Commodore Norrington.

Both women are sacrificing the futures they want for themselves in order to make these rescues. Elizabeth wants a future that includes Will and does not include Norrington. Abigail wants a future that includes her job protecting historical artifacts, and does not include losing any historically significant artifacts to a criminal.

Yet those are exactly the futures they are giving up by making these deals.

They are also, to some degree, lying.

Elizabeth, I think, truly does intend to marry Norrington although she obviously doesn't want to. Abigail says

ABIGAIL We made lan believe he could have the treasure. It was the only way we could get this far.

"Made Ian believe" implies to me that she is more actively lying and hopes they can find a way out of it. But that way is not guaranteed.

In both movies they are partnering with/manipulating a third party they don't want to be aligned with in order to get what they want (and risking their preferred futures in the process)

Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss and all that.

Yikes this has gone on long enough. Part 3?

[areiphilos]

Idk if tumblr ate the first ask but: in an outsiders xmen au, who would you make a mutant as opposed to keeping human? also what powers would you give them?

omg anon. big brain time, ty for this.

if i had to do an x-men au in the 60s, i'd make pony a mutant for damn sure. he's our protag, he is Special by Nature, so i would for him on initial instinct. i think dallas is a wild card for me; he'd either be a really destructive mutant or a very vehement human mutant supporter.

power wise... hm. i am fond of pony's ties to the sun so maybe a sun based power or maybe a power with empathy/emotions. or an interesting take would be lifeguard's powers where he mutates to survive situations. dallas if he were a mutant and particularly destructive, i'd either make him psychic which would be a Problem for Everyone or i'd give him something close to wolverine's powers. or perhaps, depending on the narrative, more destructive powers like boom boom or a more weaponized version of gambit's powers.

darry is a human all the way, as is soda. i think while soda would be interesting, narrative wise, ponyboy is usually Othered in his family and thus it's better that he's the only mutant. (if i had to give soda a power, probably a pheromone power that fucks with his perception of self). there's a temptation to make johnny a mutant, just one that's stronger than expected. he'd be interesting with a telepathy power that i think would shred him mentally.

steve is a human and i think he'd be one who really struggles with the realities of mutants when they start appearing in his own circle. two bit is similarly just a human while also much more immediately accepting of what's going on. (though it would be funny if he actually has a slow acting healing factor which he uses to drink more lmao)

i think a soc or two would be mutant, hiding it and eventually go onto bigger positions in life while hiding what they have to be "normal."

[gffa]

I sent this ask before and maybe Tumblr ate it, or you missed it, or you did see it and just didn’t want to answer it (in which case sorry for sending it again) or lots of other things, but just in case it was one of the first few I am sending it again haha

I (fledgling Dick Grayson fan, indoctrinated by your posts) think that you (veteran Dick Grayson fan) would enjoy the fic “birdsong” by ScarlettSwordMoon on AO3. The summary is as follows:

After getting a face full of Scarecrow’s newest toxin, Dick isn’t haunted by his typical nightmares. No. This one has little green pixie boots. AKA Batman: Ego but make it Robin.

It’s a very good fic looking into Dick’s relationship with Robin as a concept as well as his siblings’ versions of the hero. I’m not super familiar with the comics, but it felt like a good homage to Robin through the ages. Plus it has a nice Dick & Bruce moment at the end!

Hi! It's entirely possible that it's somewhere in my rat's nest of an inbox (half my fault, half not my fault, that it's such a mess 😂) but I'm always up for fic recs! Sometimes it does take me a bit to respond, because I have literally almost a thousand fics on my reader that I'm making my way through and I like to try to read the fic before responding, but it's never because I'm not interested! But also *rubs hands gleefully* there is no better way to brighten my day than to tell me I've been helping to indoctrinate you into becoming interested in being a Dick Grayson fan, look, I recognize that I am super biased, that he's my Blorbo to the max, I am not at all objective about my fave, and possibly even super annoying about him, but I will also help showcase fun comics and great fic and great art, so I think the trade-off is worth it. ;) Listen, I just really love these characters and I know comics can be kind of intimidating to get into because there's so many of them and they're not the softer versions you'll often find in fic and some of the case parts of the stories can get kind of boring, but I do genuinely think they're worth it! You're allowed to pick and choose what you want to read, you don't have to read everything, you can skim something that's boring you, you can drop in and out of wherever you want, you will learn how to navigate them pretty quickly once you've started reading them, and there are always tons of fans who are happy to suggest recs for good starting places! And, yeah, you can totally read fic without having read much of the source material, many of us have fandoms where we do that! But there have been so many times where, having read the issues something is based off of has enhanced my experience in the fic, so I want to encourage you guys to read more with me, it makes the fic that hits you just right all the more satisfying. Thank you for the rec and I have put it on my reader! <3

[my-year-of-game-boy]

Week 6: Pokémon Trading Card Game 2: The Invasion of Team GR!

You know, I had a whole anecdote that went on for three paragraphs about how I got the first Pokémon TCG game, but Tumblr ate it. I don't think it's interesting enough to recount and I'm on a self-imposed deadline. Here's the cliff notes: I had just got a Game Boy, and I wanted this game. My parents pulled a ruse to make me think I didn't have it. I was excited to actually be able to play the Pokémon Trading Card Game with people because everyone at school thought you just smacked down cards with the highest HP and that meant you win. Then I was remiss that they never made a sequel.

Obviously, they did make a sequel. That's why we're here. I hadn't heard about it until I was an adult, as it's pretty obscure as far as Pokémon games go. The game was never released in English and even the Japanese version was published by Creatures instead of Nintendo! Both of those facts make it a bit of an oddity in the grand scheme of things. I'm guessing that it didn't make it oversee more due to timing than anything. By the time it would've released, the GBA was already in full force and the Pokémon series had moved onto to Generation 2, and outside of a couple of promo cards, this game was still stuck with in the Gen 1 era.

I had a funny bit about how I didn't talk about the game for three paragraphs, but it's lost now, like trading cards in the wind...

The key points that separate this game from the one I spent many hours on over the years is the addition of cards from the Team Rocket themed expansion (As well as various promos, original cards, and the vending machine set that didn't leave Japan), a brand new story set after the original game, and the option to play as a boy or a girl. I especially appreciate the last point, even moreso because, again, the story is set after the original game and you play as the same protagonist. So, you know, there's some deep feelings there.

;_; When I first learned about the game, I found the fact that it only had, maybe, a hundred so new cards to be very underwhelming. I likely would have even if it came out in English a bit more contemporarily. However, the addition of a secondary land mass, unique rulesets for many of the fights in the second half of the game, and a drier amount of card drops at the start really do add a whole new feeling for something I was a bit worried would feel more like an expansion pack. That said, I'd still run with the old standbys of Haymaker, Rain Dance, and Charizard decks. Okay, that last one isn't as good, but nostalgia is strong and the AI is still pretty predictable.

Scyther clears everything, it just does, this is peak performance.

The fan translation by Artemis251 is solid and feels more like a proper localization than just a translation. The names of characters match the first game's English version, while pack art and logos are changed to be consistent with that game, as well. Some might argue that this goes against the purity of a translation, but personally, I respect the amount of extra work that went into this and find it very charming. The only real issues I came across was some text getting jumbled after reading it the first time in the Game Corner, and yes, this game has a Game Corner.

Playing the Pokémon Trading Card Game with Pokémon Trading Card Game trading cards!! While the story itself is pretty basic, bad guys show up and steal everyone's cards, you have to get them back, that's not what we're here for. We're hear for more sweet, sweet card games. One of the things I love about the Pokémon TCG video games is how they don't showcase the field as a whole by default. Instead of trying to poorly capture the layout of a typical TCG match on the Game Boy, the games instead focus on just the Active Pokémon, that combined with the menu layout, is very evocative of a traditional Pokémon game's battle screen. This works in spades and makes the series stand out and hold up a lot better than other card sims on the handheld.

Are you seeing this? What are they thinking about? I need to know.

The gorgeous pixel-artification of the already charming Pokémon card art helps with the appeal, as well. Some of these cards in particular exude a powerful energy. I think that's a big part of why the TCG has really preserved for all of these years, even with people who don't play it. It's a shame that we never saw another single-player Pokémon TCG game on, say the GBA, to see what the sprite artists could do on my powerful hardware that still wasn't quite up to snuff to render straight card scans. The pixelated version of Yu-Gi-Oh! cards just hit different.

This is my favorite card and my brother chopped it up when we were kids...

Playing this game was like making up for lost time, trying to squeeze the years without TCG games into this one little cartridge. I put 40 hours into over the last month, completing the main storyline while getting distracted by other card duels along the way. And there was still so much post-game content that I could stick my teeth into. Why didn't I have this game when I was 12? Does this game just represent any other aspect of lost time that I've been haunted by in my adult hood? Or am I just overthinking the fact that it's neat to get to play a sequel to a childhood favorite decades later?

I-is that Voltorb going to be okay?