#the ones i have are mostly made by friends - which are greta and i love but no suits

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Which quote and which song if you don't mind my asking?? :) (also while I'm in your inbox I'll just say again that Andy is so so handsome oh my goodness)

Haha. He is! His fc is Can Yaman. Though I am considering changing it to Byeon Woo Seok.

Quote: Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief. - Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides [As I am nothing but predictable and og Andy is nothing but a cliche. What a better quote for a murder man who lost his family twice over?] This isn't a FAVE for him but I like this one too.

Glitter and Gold is the song.

[He is! He knows it too. But thank you <3 :-D What I love more is the way the artist captured his ... energy. Is that a good word for it? The lean, the way his hand is up like in contemplation but also like about to give an order, the sharp ease of it.]

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America Ferrera's breakthrough career

I just want to point out that this woman has delivered 2 cinematic, historical, browsing, impeccable speeches about the frustrations I feel about being a woman. And that actress of course is the one and only America Ferrera herself. Let's talk about her debut role in the movie — Real Women Have Curves. The 2002 independent film based on the play by Josefina Lopez is one of my all-time favourite movies I have watched in my lifetime. And if you somehow know this movie through another suspicious Greta Gerwig connection, I implore you to watch this. The movie was directed by Patricia Cardoso. At the time when it was released, America Ferrera had already filmed another movie but this movie debuted first putting her on the map. She was only 17 years old! Josefina López wrote the play when she was 18 years old. In 2019 it was the first Latina directed film to be included in the National Film Registry at the library of Congress. Taking inspiration from her real life, Josefina wrote Real Women Have Curves about Ana, mostly centered on her relationship with her mother Carmen, played by Lupe Ontiveros. This movie is touted, not only for its representation of women in their real bodies, it also delivered a warm and loving portrayal of Latina families and neighborhoods in Royal Heights and East Los Angeles. Again this isn't a time where Latinas, even today, are represented in a full and nuancent light. So to not only have this Latina family but to have them placed in East Los Angeles which has been criminally and stereotypically portrayed as "dangerous", really meant something and still means something today. And the message of that film being "there's so much more to me than my weight". I think this might serve as a comfort watch for many women around the world.

I don't understand how we were made to believe as children, that America Ferrera was the biggest woman to ever grace our tv screen. The Sisterhood Of The Traveling Pants is what I call perfection in cinema. If I ever will have a daughter in the future, she is required to watch this movie. Because every little girl needs to understand what sisterhood and what community is. I feel like girls today are not watching sisterhood displayed on television, or even in movies. It's always these toxic relationship, these toxic friendship — not to say that neither of those can't be toxic and bad, because even within this friend group they all have their own issues with each other, with their families etc. But it's not about the problems, it's how they solve them, how they come together. And I feel like this message should be displayed for the young girls today. And I just love how diverse the friend group is, because nowadays it seems like every teenager I see on tv are like the same skinny, white blondes. If you haven't seen this movie make sure to have a box of tissues nearby because it's going to make you cry.

The dark side of pretty privilige is, you don't get to be funny, intelligent, respected — you just get to be pretty. So I've just finished watching Ugly Betty, I fully recommend, and I realised the only female character who's actually respected within this show, is Betty. If you don't already know the concept, Betty gets hired to be the assistant to the chief. Because he sleeps with his assistants, they decide to get him an "ugly" girl so he won't sleep with her. But she's hired for Mode, which is kind of like Vogue/Cosmo type of magazine. So naturally she gets bullied. They treat her like crap because she doesn't look like the ideal Mode girl. But the crazy thing is, since none of the men want to sleep with her, they actually respect her. They start to treat her like a human being with ideas. Then she becomes one of the most liked people by anyone in their team. On top of that, all of these gorgeous women get treated like absolute crap. No one listens to them, their ideas are not heard, and they're not respected. So it leaves a very clear message: wether you are gorgeous or "ugly", misogyny will still hunt you down and it will catch you. For Betty, men don't look twice her way. They treat her bad from the moment they see her. Just because they don't want to sleep with her, they don't find her attractive. For the beautiful women in the show, like Amanda who is painted as the gorgeous blonde, men only want to sleep with her, and they don't see that she's smart. Go back to watch the show and you'll see how horribly the other women get treated compared to Betty (and they have some good cameos in this show).

As we are reaching the end, we can claim America Ferrera as "that girl". The term is, in my opinion, used for anyone who dresses like a fashionista and acts like the queen they are. But it's much more than that. I think, to achieve that title you have to be also impactful and encourage other women to be what they want to be. America really proved it by playing the Emmy Award winning role of Gloria in Barbie, directed by Greta Gerwig. I think every cis, heterosexual white male should be forced to sit down and watch this movie. The message behind the Barbie movie is about going from being a girl to being a woman. Barbieland is what our childhood felt like; we were safe, naive, independent and everything seemed perfect. The real world is what womanhood actually is. It's scary, sexist, there's pain and we're faced with so many challenges, while still being held to unrealistic expectations by society. "We mothers stand still, so our daughters can look back to see how far they've become". America Ferrera's speech about how hard it is to be a woman, really affected me and made me tear up in the theather. "It is literally impossible to be a woman. You are so beautiful, and so smart, and it kills me that you don't think you're good enough. Like, we have to always be extraordinary, but somehow we're always doing it wrong. You have to be thin, but not too thin. And you can never say you want to be thin. You have to say you want to be healthy, but also you have to be thin. You have to have money, but you can't ask for money because that's crass. You have to be a boss, but you can't be mean. You have to lead, but you can't squash other people's ideas. You're supposed to love being a mother, but don't talk about your kids all the damn time. You have to be a career woman but also always be looking out for other people. You have to answer for men's bad behavior, which is insane, but if you point that out, you're accused of complaining. You're supposed to stay pretty for men, but not so pretty that you tempt them too much or that you threaten other women because you're supposed to be a part of the sisterhood." America Ferrera the woman you are, thank you so much for helping me and other women to believe in theirselves. Happy international women's day! <3

[princess-glassred]

I already have a Reddie Cinderella au but a fuckin Benverly Cinderella au where instead of searching for the girl who fits the slipper, beverly is searching for the boy who wrote the January Embers poem would be sooooo cute.

Poor Bev's just this princess who's being auctioned off by her creepy dad to the highest bidder like she's a hunk of meat. Pretty much every man in her life has given their unfiltered opinion on her and it's made her against marrying anyone (she does want to get married, but the men in the royal court have soured it for her). Her betrothed Tom Rogan is a piece of shit who ""sees her poential"" to be a good queen IF she's got a good man by her side to keep her in check.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the kingdom, is a poor orphaned servant named Ben hanscom. His daddy died serving for the royal gaurd and his mom passed away from an illness a couple years after, leaving him in the care of his step father Mr. Keene, his (slightly) younger step sister Greta and his older step brother Henry. Mr. Keene has Ben slaving away in his apothecary since he's fat and probably wouldn't be useful in snatching up a spouse anytime soon. He's treated like a black sheep, Greta likes getting him into trouble and being a jerk for no reason, while Henry likes to attack him with physical abuse and make jokes about his weight. Ben happens to like cleaning and working for Mr. Keene though, because he's logically minded and good at figuring out how things tecnically work (although its kinda degrading with Henry around to make fun of him all the time). It's worth noting that if Ben wasn't around Henry would probably be in the same situation, considering he's not actually Mr. Keene's son and was just sold to him by his dad for booze money.

Bev and Ben meet when she's pretending to be a maid to sneak away from her father, the only hint that she's even a princess is the palace key she keeps around her neck. She tells Ben her name is "Bevvie" to hide her identity and he buys it. The two become really fast friends after that, routinely visiting each other whenever they can. Ben even introduces her to his one and only friend, Mike the farm boy, and now all of them are kind of buddies. When the ball comes Ben has no interest in meeting princess Beverly (even though he assumes she's a wonderfully nice gal) he just wants to see bevvie again. Mostly because he wrote her a poem and neglected to give it to her before, so he HAS to give it to her at the ball. His step family ruin it though, because Ben's considered an embarassment and they can't have ANYONE interfering with Henry's attemps at marriage and Greta's wannabe socialite career. They rip up the poem right in front of him and it's quite heart breaking.

Just when all is lost though, Ben finds not one, but TWO fairy god parents here to help him. They introduce themselves as Richie Tozier and Eddie Kaspbrak, married couple, business men, and expert fairy god parents. They dress in modern clothes, which Ben finds very confusing, especially since 40 year old man in hawaiin shirt is hardly what comes to mind when you think "fairy god parent" but whatever. They seem well meaning enough, although they can't stop bickering for like 2 seconds to actually help. They bring back the poem to prove they're legit and give him all the cinderella fixings. Eddie is a little paranoid about Ben getting home on time though, so he gives him a midnight curfew so he leaves on time. Also Richie calls Ben haystack cause he sleeps in a barn lol.

The ball comes around and the usual stuff happens, Henry and Greta embarrass themselves, Bev hates everything about it, and Ben makes a grand entrance that shocks everyone. Ben is pretty shocked himself, as he realizes he's been friends with the princess all along and freaks tf out. Beverly instantly runs to him to ask where on earth he got that wonderfully designed suit and he mumbles out some bullshit excuse that doesn't really make sense. They fall in love but just as midnight comes around Ben remembers he forgot to give her the poem again! He leaves it behind by accident on the ground when he's running away, and bev's dad picks it up.

He seems interested in knowing who sent it, and for a moment Beverly honestly tells him she doesn't know because she met a lot of suitors last night. He insists they go searching for the guy, comparing hand writing to the post card from house to house. All while Bev just wants to get it over with so she can see Ben again and tell her how she really feels..

Sorry that was so long, i got really into the idea. I know i never make benverly stuff, so i wanted to try it.

[inosukes-boar-mask]

Another 21st century au headcanons and right now this is.... The glorious inventor queen, Celiné Georges. 👀🙏🏻

Born on December 25th in Strasbourg, France and she's a Capricorn. (Lmaoooo ion fw with zodiac signs though I just literally like to put this randomly 😂) She's the eldest child and she actually has two younger siblings as well. She has a younger brother named Édouard and he's 5 years younger than Celiné. He's also a professional football player who plays in the Premier League. (Manchester City) and in the France national football team. And the other younger sister is named Daphné. Daphné is 11 years younger than Celiné. And she's currently a med student as well.

Her father is obviously French of course and her mother is of African descent. Celiné has a good relationship with her parents and with her siblings as well. Also she always have been a Mama's girl. She loves and cares for her mother so much.

Celiné can speak 5 languages. Aside from her native language (French), she can speak English, German, Spanish, and Portuguese fluently. She's currently learning Mandarin at the moment and she's kind of.... Struggling to learn about it.

She went to Massachusetts Institute of Technology thru an exchange scholarship program. She studied aerospace engineering here and this is also where she met Greta. (Who was also an exchange student like her back then)

She was just an average girl during her high school years in France. Not that popular but she's actually very smart. She likes physics a lot and also chemistry as well. She also likes astronomy and she wishes that she could work on NASA one day. She's a member of the science club there and she also used to do a lot of robotics and stuff in her high school years.

She's an introvert. She only has like, a small group of friends during her teenage years and even until now. She also doesn't trust anyone easily that's why her circle of friends are really small. (Quality over quantity though 👀) Also, speaking of being an introvert, she mostly likes to spend her time alone and she would just be with her friends when she's in the mood to hang out with them. (Which barely happens because she's mostly in her room all day inventing stuffs 👀😂)

She obviously learned German from Greta 👀 she was actually the one who taught her how to speak it and in exchange for that, Celiné also started to taught Greta French as well.

She likes her coffee strong. Like really strong and bitter. 👀 (She's literally me lmao i also like my coffee really strong)

Currently working as a aerospace engineer at NASA right now 👀 she's happy that she had achieved her dream of working there and she also work alongside Greta too. (oh and even Orville as well. 'cause that boi is an astronaut.)

Well, speaking of Greta, she's also in a long-term relationship with her as well. They got together during their sophomore year in college. (Oh and what if I told you that they are also engaged in this another universe that I've made 👀🤭) and they didn't start off really good. They were literally an academic rivals back then before becoming lovers 👀👀🤭

Did you know that Celiné also used to be in a band during her teenage years? 👀👀👀 Well yes. She used to be the lead guitarist in that band. They would mostly play at the school whenever there's an event there or they would even have a gig sometimes. But eventually, they disbanded after graduating high school because Celine and her fellow bandmates had to take on a different path in life. (She also doesn't see herself as a musician also. She prefers working on a STEM-related career)

She started inventing things when she was 9 years old. It just started with some simple wires and some other materials that she got from her grandfather's basement and then that's where she just started inventing things and her grandfather was even impressed by her inventions.

I almost forgot to put her hobbies here 😂 honestly aside from doing inventions and stuff, she also likes playing chess. She was taught by her father how to play the game because her father used to compete back then. She also does some mechanics as well. Like she can fix her own car something like that. 👀 She likes reading books too. Sci-fi is one of her favorite genres and she also likes doing photography as well. (Her camera are full of Greta photoshoot pics though 👀)

[thetavolution]

BG3 Tav Backstory Bash by Kelandrin

This is a challenge to help people flesh out their Tav’s backstory by exploring their past. It is organized into four sections with seven prompts. You can treat this as a monthly challenge or a general project. You can write headcanons, fics, or share art based on the prompts! You can interpret the prompts however you want. If you want to share use the tag #bg3backstorybash

I was tagged by NO ONE. I am unstoppable.

Tagging (no pressure!): @tavsboots @whenwindwhispers @himbo-hunter-hadrian @vatyrie-avaris @durgeteriormotives @fainlin @auspex-author

INGRID SULLENBERGER

Deep Gnome — Druid (Circle of the Spores)

Baby:

Parents

Calvin "Sully" Sullenberger: He's an artificer and he works for the Ironhand Gnomes. He doesn't feel that strongly about their mission statement though. He's more self-serving than that. He believes in it, just not enough to die for the cause himself. He prioritizes his own skin first. He loves the fact his current wife hates his ex wife. He enjoys being fought over, even if it hurts his kids in the long run.

Greta Bloodstone: She's Ingrid turned up to 11. She's far more timid and scared, and she gives into her fears. She's the reason Ingrid refuses to let her fear win. She's seen what a doormat it made of her mother. She's a bard who often sings about other people's accolades, except for her own daughter's.

Anna Sullenberger: She's Ingrid's step-mother and Sully's second wife. She never behaved like an actual parent to Ingrid, but she's here on a technicality. Anna is a forest gnome and she hates living in the Underdark. She's convinced she'll change Sully's mind about leaving someday. She tries to use the fact the kids both left as an excuse to move to Baldur's Gate. She's just as self-serving as Sully, she's just more open about it. Anna is a wizard who focuses on illusion.

Birth

Ingrid was born in Silverdale, a deep gnome settlement in the Underdark. It's largely hidden away which is partially why it's still standing.

Greta had a midwife while having Ingrid and it was a traumatic birth. Both survived, but Greta decided she would not have any more children. She felt it would be too dangerous for her. It was a source of contention between her and Sully.

First word / Tantrum / When they first walked / First sickness

Her first word was "Ada." Correct me if I'm wrong, but I do believe that's the gnomish word for dad. That would have been her first word, just for the man to mostly reject her.

Her first tantrum would have been over a lack of attention, most likely.

She started walking at around 10 months old.

Her first sickness was a cold. She was a baby and miserable, but it wasn't life threatening.

Childhood:

Friends

She didn't have a ton of friends growing up, but she did have some. They send letters to one another.

Bimpnottin Cobblegem (she/they): I saw the name Bimpnottin and decided I needed to have someone in Ingrid's life named this. Bimpnottin is a sweetheart, but naive. They've never left their hometown of Silverdale. Bimpnottin also talks very loudly almost all of the time. She comes from a long line of cobblers and she kept up the tradition.

Gerbo Ironfoot (he/him): He was another childhood friend. He was the kid who talked the others into doing stuff. He wasn't a bad kid, just a little rebellious. He's a fisherman these days and he's married to Orla, a tailor, and they have two kids, Roondar and Dimble.

Umber Rivers (they/them): I'll talk about them in a minute. They weren't a friend in the traditional sense. They were a druid water genasi and the reason Ingrid became a druid.

Siblings

Ingrid has one younger half-brother, Sebastian. His other is a forest gnome and so he looks like a forest gnome. No one immediately pegs them as siblings because of it. I'm still fleshing him out. He is either an artificer, like his father, or a wizard who focuses on transmutation.

Getting into trouble

She rarely got into trouble as a kid. Or, at least, for anything she actually did. Anna was hard on her and would get upset with her over small things, like how she cleaned dishes or something of that nature.

Birthday

I've been waffling on exactly when, partially because I keep forgetting the calendar months in DnD/BG3. I'm officially going on record as making it 22 Alturiak. In her original story, she was born on February 22nd.

She would celebrate as a kid, but they would be small occasions with just close friends and her brother.

Games / Learning something new

She played the same games as many other deep gnome children. She did spend a lot of time alone, so she learned to entertain herself a lot.

She likes to learn. As a kid, she would get excited when she had a chance to learn something new. As a baby, she was a lot more afraid of things. It wasn't until she got older that she deliberately started fighting her fears.

Trauma

Oh boy, her parents did a number on her. Her dad was more excited to have two women fight over him than take care of his kids. He allowed Anna to treat the kids as pawns.

She was neglected a lot as a kid. Her parents were way more into their own drama than the kids.

She and Sebastian were pitted against each other. They have no ill will toward each other, but they never had a chance to grow close. Maybe one day they'll change that.

Teenager:

First love

Her first crush was her schoolmate, Alston Garnet (he/him). He was a deep gnome fighter. She didn't know that much about him because it was a pretty innocent teen crush.

I like to use songs as reference points and my first immediate thought was I'm In A Perfect Relationship from Central Park. It's the perfect sum up of how she and Alston felt about each other.

They both think it's really funny now that they're adults. They aren't close, but do consider each other friends.

Alston is now in a relationship with a deep gnome ranger, Orryn Filchbatter (he/him).

Rebellion / Running away

Her fondest memory comes from the one time she ran away. She was probably around 13, just barely a teen. She left home and traveled the Underdark alone when she was discovered by a druid. The druid guided her home and kept her safe. It left a huge impression on her and it's why she's a druid.

The druid who took care of her was Umber Rivers, a nonbinary water genasi who identified with the Circle of Land (Coast). As a kid, Ingrid fantasized about Umber raising her instead of her parents.

Reckless behavior

She wasn't really a reckless kid. She would sometimes get pulled into things by friends (Gerbo specifically) or her parents. This is when she started to experiment with drugs to treat her anxiety. She eventually found the right mix. It only counts as reckless behavior because she had no guidance while doing it as a teenager.

Peer pressure

She would sometimes give into peer pressure. It was never when it came to hurting other people though. Every time she gave into peer pressure, it was usually just stupid teen shenanigans or trying a drink or drug she shouldn't.

Taking responsibility

She was good at taking responsibility for her actions as a teen. Sometimes a little too much where she'd be held responsible for stuff that wasn't even her fault.

She was often treated like an adult by her parents. Parentification led to her taking responsibility for stuff her parents did, too. It didn't help her anxiety.

Adulthood:

Their “first time”

Donella Underhill (she/her) was her first real relationship and the person she shared her first time with. Donella was a deep gnome cleric, but she focused on becoming a merchant. Donella still lives in Silverdale and sells potions. If someone ever goes to Silverdale, they could encounter her as a potion seller.

The first time was awkward, but they learned a lot from each other.

Ingrid and Donella no longer talk.

Serious relationships

Depends on the universe/AU! In BG3/DnD, her first serious relationship was with Donella. They were young and it didn't end well. Neither of them knew how to navigate relationships and Ingrid didn't know how to set boundaries of any kind.

They have no ill will toward each other, but also have no interest in reconnecting. When they first broke up, there was a lot of raw feelings that turned into "hatred" for each other. Once it subsided, they took a much more nuanced view of the failed relationship.

Donella is now married to another deep gnome named Caramip Sparklegem.

Work

She's a druid, but she also works and makes money as a tattoo artist.

In her original universe, she's a human and a tattooist. It's not the career people expect of her. She loves tattoos and she loves drawing, so it made sense.

Leaving home

She was still a teen when she officially left home for good. She figured if she could take care of herself, she could hit the bricks. She wasn't kicked out, she just didn't want to be around her parents anymore.

Aging

She's a deep gnome so she could live to 350 to 500 years. And that's assuming some DnD shenanigans don't prolong or shorten her life somehow.

Most deep gnomes are expected to ease into adult life by 40 and she's only 28.

Staring a family/found family

Minty, Laura, and Bex are her found family. If you have to compare them to anything, I would say sisters or cousins. In BG3, she also considers her companions found family.

Eventually, she might like to settle down and have children with someone. This could be biological or adopted children. She does fear she'll have a similar birth experience as her mother though.

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brahms character ramble/explanation/analysis? idk i just love talking abt him cause he and billy lenz are my current hyperfixations

i believe that brahms can be helped when it comes to his mentality and his situation (unlike other slashers i like). he was spoiled through and through by his parents, and there was never any discipline when it came to raising little boy brahms. he was an only child and was mostly put away from society and only had emily cribbs as his “friend” until he killed her when he was just a little boy. not being taught any consequences and or discipline; because of this brahms never really learned why he couldn’t do the things he did because either way, his parents still indulged him no matter what. making brahms a very controlling and selfish human being; what he wants, he will get no matter what. controlling his parents made them kill themselves because they had enough of brahms.

parenting is hard, including if you are an older person taking care of a child in general and it would be even harder to raise a child thats “not like other kids”. mr and mrs heelshire would indulge brahms because he was their only child and the only heir of the wealthy family. they seem like they have never put their foot down or made the rules themselves, making brahms think he can take control of everything that happens in the house and other people (and he did). and also not respecting boundaries; i like to think he has the mindset of “what’s yours is also mine.” we can see that he does not have boundaries when it comes to other people just by him stalking greta and also stealing/rummaging through her things just for his own… "pleasure" without thinking about other peoples feelings except himself. i would like to say he expects people to change how they act just to satisfy him and his entertainment.

it is not clear whether or not it was brahms himself or his parents that decided that brahms should start living in the walls. so i can't really point toward child neglect and or child abuse since it's not clear if it was his parents or himself. but of course, living in the walls and not socializing with anyone besides the parents he controls will take a toll on his social cues and how he behaves and thinks.

he made other people do everything else for him, including cleaning up the “mess” that he made. the one time we were shown something “nice” that he did was with greta; when greta was scared of brahms, he decided to make her favorite sandwich himself which is PB&J and gave it to her to reassure her that he won’t hurt her and he just wants greta to follow the fucking rules and schedule.

he grew up to become a very manipulative and violent but intelligent man from what we can see by how he manipulated greta in the movie by using his voice, actions, and intimidation to try and get what he wants. until he realized when greta successfully got out of the house, he couldn’t do anything about it, even if he tried to do damage control when he realized he was just scaring her away instead of her being obedient to his demands on wanting her to stay in the manor. this gives me the impression that he does have abandonment issues, attachment issues, and is very scared to be left alone.

if he were to actually been put in therapy or gotten any professional help when he was a kid, and it was effective, i do believe all of this wouldn’t happen to him. or if he were to get professional help when he was already a grown man and already did the things he did i feel like it would take a lot of time to help him but if it’s consistent with baby steps, it would help him to improve.

so just keep in mind he is very much a sad character but also a bad person that needs to get help. but i still love him and his character very much… i think you can tell just by me writing all of this because of my hyperfixation on him.

out of topic he reminds me a lot of the song “meant to be yours” and that is HIS song and not any other slashers!!! fight me!!! and i hc him to have dysthymia cause i’m self projecting and he also doesn’t really believe in the christian/catholic god even if his parents prayed in that one scene with the doll brahms

[alpaca-clouds]

I think I got to the bottom of my Greta trouble

Now, I have been thinking about this forever.

Look, it is very clear that Castlevania S4 sets Greta up as a love interest to Alucard. Which always bothered me, given that I shipped Trephacard from early on and... The trio just has so much more time devoted to building their relationship and Greta and Adrian have like three scenes. So, yes, that kinda annoyed me, because it is mostly was a "get the guy into a straight relationship" - no matter how clear the show made that both are bi. (And sure the fact that the last we see of the man is him holding Trevor in his arms does not help it either. lol)

Now a lot of fans just went with the obvious solution to this: Turn the OT3 into an OT4, incorporate Greta, she is bisexual after all, so... And normally I would totally be on board on that, especially given that OT4s tend to have healthier structures than OT3s (but that is a topic for another day).

I very quickly got into shipping Sypha and Greta with each other, but mostly as a friends with benefits. And while I write Greta (in the many, many story I have now written) as part of the family, I never felt comfortably putting her into with the other ones romantically.

And, I mean... Again, Greta has only a handful of scenes in the series, so a lot of her character is conjecture. But I kinda started writing her as "the sister in spirit" to Trevor. With them sharing a lot of traits. And I guess it is a reason why it felt wrong.

But... I think I actually found out, why my brain is so against shipping her with any of the three romantically: My brain has just decided that, yes, Greta is bisexual. But also Greta is aromantic.

Which also fits well with the other stuff I wrote for her so far. Which involves her getting pregnant from an ONS about 2 years post-canon, and just... raises those two kids (twin boys) on her own. Well, kinda. Because just as she takes care of the Trephacard kids, those three also take care of her kids.

So, yeah. She is the aromantic one. She has all sorts of interesting relationships with the other characters - but just not romantic ones.

And, yeah. I kinda like that.

[snapzback]

behind the scenes!! show us what inspired the goblin

ARIGHTTTTT so i've had this blog since 2017, and it used to be named theinfamousnapz. it's because he's the swapfell (underswap except fell versions) counterpart of Naps (Greta's underswap counterpart.) At the time, it was very popular to be making those types of AUs.

But I was always kind of known for taking stuff in a different direction! When I made an Underfell verse for Greta, that created FIEND, who was my take on a silly, very over the top grimdark and adult swim-esque style of humor for the Underfell universe. Where Greta was very loving and trusting and sincere, Fiend was MEAN and CRUDE and LEWD and VIOLENT. Eventually the art style for him changed SO MUCH that he had such a huge bottom jaw so I changed the classification from UNDERFELL to UNDERBITE. (Fiend would go through a lot of character development and retcons and eventually turn into Sir Moss, the ex-fell.)

Sometime in late 2016, Greta pretended to be a Fell and cosplayed like one, except all he had was really hot pink items. This would inspire the creation of Fella aka T-GAT (before he became an OC). Fella was something called TOONFELL, which was meant to be incredibly silly Fell stuff that wasn't as dark and edgy as Fiend and relied on cartoonish physics and some of my favorite elements of Undertale.

However, in about Feb 2017, I decided to change stuff up again. I would end up designing SnapZ and his brother, Worst. They were the fell versions of Naps and Best, who were the swaps of Greta and Laziest. (CONFUSED YET? IT'S OKAY,)

It wasn't until May 2017 that I would end up making Fell Naps, whose original url was theinfamousnapz and would take on the nickname Snapz (where his alt's url was thegreatestnaps .... u can see how these guys all got their nicknames)

That was the first drawing I'd ever done of SnapZ. He didn't have his crown yet either! he was also on a sideblog until i eventually liked him so much i moved him to a mainblog. What I wanted to do with this AU was have something dark like UNDERBITE, but also I wasn't interested in following popular fanon for Swapfell (underswap but fell) or Fellswap (underfell but swapped. yes they are different.)

I decided to sort of combine design elements and leave out all the kinky shit that kept happening. (ie fellswap papyrus being on a leash???? and led around by his brother???shdfjkhskdj ARIGHT)

I also wasn't a big fan of the fact that it was largely accepted that for some reason swap Papyrus was a stoner. I never got it. So, Naps was often always seen with candy of some kind, usually a lollipop. SnapZ was the same way--he doesn't do drugs, he doesn't like the way weed makes him feel and avoids that stuff. In trying to think of how I would differentiate him, I decided to go with another view of "lazy"... I made him very much unmedicated ADHD. (As a person with ADHD myself, I had been called lazy many times during my life and felt like putting that uncomfortable depiction into my work. Everyone around him saw him as lazy because he'd avoid work, but he's far from lazy) He was unable to hold focus on things that were under stimulating--he would end up procrastinating on everything that was work-related, but if it came to having fun or being reckless, he was all over it.

SnapZ was self medicating with tons of caffeine--mostly drinking energy drinks (HOT6) and he was very much constantly zoomies. SnapZ had a mean side to him, due to being fell, he was a lot more nasty with his pranks and would go out of his way to hurt people (indirectly) and laugh at them.

His design was very much inspired by at first how much I played GTA:O with friends, but eventually I took a break from writing SnapZ after too much drama kept happening. In late 2017, I picked him back up and changed some stuff around. He was much more playful and silly, I was getting back to my roots for Undertale similarities. I also got into Watch Dogs 2, and the character of Wrench was SO SIMILAR to SnapZ that I was like OMG!!! I made Wrench SnapZ's voice claim. His personality and mannerisms and all of that were so much like my baby.

I moved away from making SnapZ edgy fell in the same ways as Fiend, and started on making him more his own thing with nods to Undertale. He was still pretty mean, or COULD be, but he was finally opening up to the idea of loving other people and trying to show them he cared without making excuses. (it would end up falling apart, but before that, he really felt like he belonged.)

And now we're in the present, with SnapZ being in a new timeline with none of the other BS-- but that might change, too. He has always been inspired by punk aesthetics, skateparks, being a little trouble maker. I figured there were more ways to show apathy than just focusing on someone lying around all day.

TL;DR, HEBBY MADE SO MANY SKELETONS JESUS CHRIST

[abnormalanthology]

CONCERT REVIEW!!

Back in September I went to see Greta Van Fleet. This was actually my second time seeing them because I was so blown away the first time that I just needed to experience that again. I would say that they are pretty widely known, but if you don't know, Greta Van Fleet is a grammy award-winning rock band of brothers Josh, Jake, and Sam Kizka and their friend Danny Wagner that formed in 2012. They initially got recognition for their similarity to Led Zeppelin, especially the lead singer Josh who's voice is practically indistinguishable from Robert Plant's. Under the rock umbrella, they fall mostly under hard rock, blues rock, and psychedelic rock due to their insane virtuosity and reoccurring themes of social justice.

One of the things that I love most about going to Greta Van Fleet concerts is that the atmosphere. The fans are called the "peaceful army" and that couldn't be more true. It feels like everyone there is someone that you could just instantly become friends with. The demographics of the fans is also quite interesting since I find that it's majority young women and middle aged dads. It's a beautiful crossover of generations bonding over the purest joy: great music. Also, Josh Kizka does really good crowd work and makes the show feel very personal. He also has some very funny traditions that he has picked up over touring. One such tradition being starting shows by saying "if you've got 'em smoke 'em" after which the entire venue proceeds to smell very strongly. He also is known to take shots with members of the crowds and wear glittery bell-bottomed jumpsuits, which many of the fans mimic.

Another aspect that keeps me coming back for more is the insane talent of Jake Kizka. Jake is the lead guitarist and a big part of the show is him going on up to ten minute long solos that are absolutely mind blowing. I've included a video of part of one of them, but if you have any experience with concert-going than you know that the videos never fully compare to actually being there in person. He has won numerous awards two of them being "guitar player of the year" and "best guitar solo of the century" by Guitar world and Total Guitar respectively. The way that he flows so effortlessly from one riff to another is magical to experience. He plays with such passion and energy that I'm honestly shocked how his fingers aren't bleeding by the end of the show. This concert made me feel nostalgic for what I imagine going to rock concerts in the 70's would have been like.

Overall, I would give this experience a 9.5/10. The set list focused mainly on their newest album, but included many of the highlights of their previous albums as well. The crowd was energetic but not rowdy, and toned down the noise during solos. The only reason I took off a half a point was because my seats kind of sucked, and I feel like the best way to experience it would be from the pit.

[jiminstudyblr]

Museum Voluntering

During my summer I got the wonderful chance to volunteer for 4 months in the music museum of Lisbon and I would love to share my experience with you

First, why did I do it? Basically when I signed up for my masters it was still january and not only did I have to wait multiple months to know if I got in, I'd only start classes in September so I had a long period of being unsure of what I'd do. Thanfully with a program from my university I knew our public museums and monuments had a volunteer program so as I was looking into it I saw that a few museums offered a spot to volunteer in their archives! This gelt perfect because this way I could test out the area and see if it is truly something that I enjoyed before dedicating money and 2 years in a masters for it

So, how was it? I have to say at first I was extremely nervous. I was mostly working with the library of the museum, looking for references to the space in some exclusive books they had and digitalising mentions and images of their instrument collection, which was fun but definetly nerve wrecking at first as I had never worked with the machines and systems they were utilising, but I got the hang of it eventually. Halfway through the months they put me and another girl looking at all the museum files and sorting them by theme, removing things that weren't useful anymore, replacing some files and putting all the information on a shared document so everyone in the museum could easily discover where documents should go or any personal files. This was wildly difficult for me at first as I'm really bad with tech, even basic programs, and I was feeling very discouraged but eventually the girl I was working with helped me more and I started understanding what should be done

Best memories? There's so many, but the main ones were how lovely and welcoming the team was to us, they'd even include us in team reuinions so we could understand how it works instead of leaving us to the side since we were just volunteers, the fact that as volunteers we got free entrance to a group of monuments and museums so me and the girls would finish our shifts and just go explore freely and had so much fun discovering all the places and sharing insights about the pieces we were seeing. But the most memorable was definetly the greta friendships I made, as me and the girls are still friends and still hangout and help eachother when necessary

Overall the experience was super enriching, it made me understand I love the idea of working in a museum and being in daily contact with art and artifacts, and it made me get out of my confort zone a lot more which is rare for me. Once my summer holidays come next year I intend on signing up again for similar work but in a different museum or monument even!

[ellie-jcnes]

Name: Eleanor “Ellie” Jones

Age: 31

Occupation: Waitress at Dolly's Diner

Pronouns & Gender: Cis woman, she/her

Faceclaim: Greta Onieogou

Neighborhood: Eastside

BIOGRAPHY.

TWs: bad parenting, absentee parents, homelessness, pregnancy

Work hard, play hard. That’s what Ellie’s mother used to always say to her when she was a child. That she worked hard, two jobs most of the time, so that they could enjoy life. Well someone must have forgotten to tell Harriet Jones that she was supposed to be playing too because there was nothing in that woman’s world except for work. It was just Ellie and her mother growing up and she never really heard much about her father except that he didn’t want anything to do with his daughter and that was enough for her to know that she didn’t really have a parent who wanted her all that much but she always liked to imagine that he was some important country music star or a producer or something, someone who might someday come back for her. He never did.

It wasn’t that her mother didn’t love her, she was sure that in her own way she did. But she wasn’t the mom who baked cookies or took her kid to soccer practice after school or let her have sleepovers with her friends at the house. Harriet wasn’t the mom who would hold her kid when she was crying and tell her things were gonna be okay, or kiss her goodnight and tell her “I love you”. No, Harriet was the kind of mother who always made sure her daughter had food, clothes, and a safe place to live, but aside from that, she was on her own. It always felt a bit like her mom resented her and Ellie learned to be seen and not heard as much as possible because of it.

The day that Ellie turned 18 her mom kicked her out of the house and said “Good luck, don’t turn out like me.” before she left town and never came back. With no job and nowhere to go, Ellie was terrified. She slept in her car for two months until she was able to find a job at Dolly’s Diner washing dishes. There was nothing to fall back on for a girl with no family to speak of, so she relied on help from her friends to keep her afloat. One day when things were better, she made sure to pay everyone back for their kindness. Twelve years later Ellie still works at Dolly’s but at least now she’s a waitress and the tips help her survive.

Ellie has always been someone who mostly kept to herself because she didn’t want to get too attached to anyone. At least until she met Andy, anyway. He was sweet and charming and made her feel like she wasn’t a waste of his time the way other people tended to. He’d been her favorite customer at the diner for a while before he asked her out and he always made her feel like he saw her for who she was, even when Ellie was still trying to figure that out for herself. She hardly knew who she was so how could anyone else see that? But he did. He saw her and he knew her and that was perfect. All good things must come to an end in her life though and when she got pregnant, things got much harder than she expected them to. Andy wasn’t ready to be a dad and even though she wasn’t ready for parenthood either, Ellie knew she had no choice. But Andy did, and he chose the same one her father did, he left.

When Avery was born, that was when Ellie came alive. Her whole world contained in one little body in her arms. She’d always been terrified that she would end up like her mother, pregnant and alone, which she had, but unlike Harriet Jones, Ellie loved her little girl more than life itself and knew she would do anything and everything to protect that child. She loved being a mother more than anything else in her life.

Five years passed in the blink of an eye and not much has changed in Ellie’s life. Andy never came back to meet his daughter and Ellie never lets her little girl think that she isn’t worth his love. If anything, he isn’t worth hers. She lives paycheck to paycheck and their little two bedroom house in Eastside isn’t all that nice or safe but it’s theirs and that has to be enough for her.

extras.

Ellie has a tabby cat named Hashbrown, Avery named him and she can’t just rename him to something that isn’t dumb.

There are very few people in Ellie’s life who really know her and that’s by design. She doesn’t want to open up her heart to anyone else who might leave her.

Avery is a very smart and creative five year old little girl who can often be found sitting in Dolly’s with her mama while Ellie works. Babysitters are expensive.

[songbirds-sweet]

Happy Friday!! We made it.

The Bahamas! How fantastic. That will certainly be a change from the Canadian winter (depending on your locale of course.. I'm on the east coast so we've already in frigid temps).

Chris Cornells voice is astounding! Like the fact that a human being could sing that boggles the mind. Sometimes I find myself going down the YouTube rabbit hole of him singing various cover songs and the man really could sing anything. He's such a loss for the music world.

A new album on the horizon. That's exciting news for the fans (Gresties is the best fandom name btw!). PJ had only just released a new one when the pandemic hit so we won't be expecting anything soon I'm afraid. They're known for going long stretches between studio albums though most of the members do have solo/side projects. Do the Greta boys have other projects besides the band?

Mutuals that you share similar interests is the best, isn't it? Most of my friends aren't as into music or book or movies as I am so having people to talk with them about has been great. I love when a mutual recommends something or an interest of theirs that post about shows me something new that I may not of heard of.

I do have Twitter but it's mostly for work and I go on very rarely lol. Insta I have but I'm not very active there and Pinterest is where I go to dig for band pics. It's a treasure trove. Tumblr is the only sm where I'm very active.

Bohemian Rhapsody was so good! I've not yet seen the Dirt but I'll add to my watch list. I loved Ray; Walk The Line; Respect to name a few. I've been meaning watch Rocketman but I've not gotten around to it yet. Have you ever seen the Def Leppard one called Hysteria? It's not the greatest but it's kinda fun.

I've been watching a lot of music docs. I just finished one about Ronnie James Dio that was great. I love the medium of documentary. I'll watch them about artists I don't necessarily know that well too. Do you watch docs?

Do you have a sideblog for your witchcraft?

🤶

Happy Friday to you too!!

Oh I agree! Where in the east coast are you from? Im from outside of Toronto.

Omg I agree!! He was an incredible singer! One of my favourite covers he did was Patience by Guns N’ Roses but I think my favourite by him is Nearly Forgot my Broken Heart.

Ah well I promise when you can reveal yourself we can me mutuals and friends!! 💖 we can recommend stuff anytime!

Omg I know! PJ was in Toronto a couple months ago but I didn’t go see them 😭 Have you ever seen them live? The only one musician from the big four grunge bands I saw twice was Dave Grohl in Foo Fighters and oh my god I loved both of the shows. YES I’m stoked! As far as I know they don’t have any side projects (unless Gresties if you’re reading this, let me know if they do!)

Ahhh yeah same goes with me and social media I mostly use Tumblr the most and Goodreads when I’m updating my books 😅

I haven’t seen Rocketman either nor Ray or Walk The Line but I wanna see all of them! I love Def Leppard but I haven’t seen Hysteria.

Oh that’s so cool! I’ve been listening to Dio lately so I’ll totally check that out! Yeah I watched a couple Foo Fighters ones and they were amazing! Back and Forth which is about their album Wasting Light aka my favourite Foos album, also Sonic Highways which is about their album Sonic Highways.

I post my witchcraft on this blog! Do you have any sideblogs about other interests?

[danakin-skywalker]

Fresh Set (Josh Kiszka Fluff)

Taglist: @flowervanfleet @weightofdreams-gvf @sierraahhhh @jakekiszska @amourleger @theweightofstardust @samkiszkabreakmyback @prettyintopeerpressure @greta-flanveet @fosterkidwiththebrokenjaw @the-chaotic-cow @ghostly-luck @mywaysooon @tlexx @screechesincoherently @garagebandvanfleet @gretavanhoney @stardustdanny @joshysgf @cowboysamkiszka @lightmyluv

Request: hi bestie!!! i love ur “acrylics” fic for jake and was wondering if you could do one for josh!! :)

(A/N): Happy Valentine’s Day my lovely readers (particularly my readers in Josh’s lane)!! This idea came to me partially from an anon I was sent recently and mostly from the wonderful @capturethechaos. We decided that instead of just writing another smut about the same fetish and just switching it to Josh, it would be cute to imagine a fluff version of the acrylics scenario. So that’s what we’re doing today on this lovely Valentine’s Day. It’s not Valentine’s themed persay, but it’s my Valentine’s gift to you guys. I don’t really get my nails done often, and when I do it’s usually not acrylics, but I’ve gone with my friends often enough to vaguely know the steps.

Anyway, it’s short, it’s soft, it’s uncomplicated, there are no stakes (but there is some slight sexual tension), which I think is something we can appreciate on a day like today in a year like this. I hope you enjoy!

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Fresh Set

Josh had only been back from tour for a few days when he heard it. He was reading in the living room when he heard a small crashing noise and the sound of a string of curse words leaving your mouth coming from the kitchen.

Naturally, he abandoned his book and quickly made his way over to assess the damage, which turned out to be a lot more minimal that he thought. When he entered the kitchen, expecting to see a mess, all he saw was you standing in the middle holding your finger scornfully.

You had told him you were just gonna do the dishes from the lunch you’d just shared when he went to read, so he tried to piece together what happened by himself. “What happened? Did you cut yourself on something? Here let me see.” He couldn’t help his inner nurse breaking through at the idea of you hurt.

But he paused when you shook your head. “No I’m not hurt. Well, not like that. I just went to put away the Dutch oven and hit my nail and the whole thing broke off!” You held up your right hand to show him, your pointer finger looking bare and stubby next to your others.

Josh blinked at you a few times as he tried to understand the situation. “So… You’re alright? I’m sorry I don’t really know what that means for you.” He chuckled as he scratched behind his neck.

You spared a moment to smile endearingly at his cluelessness. “I’m fine, it hurt a little but nothing crazy. I’m more annoyed than anything because now my nails are gonna look stupid until I can get them redone. I hate when I lose the pointer finger first, that’s like the most noticeable one.” You groaned, rubbing your eyes exasperatedly.

Meanwhile, Josh’s eyes flickered over to the digital clock on the stove. 1:12pm. “Well we don’t have anything planned for this afternoon, we could just go now. Do you wanna?”

Your head whipped over to Josh’s in surprise. Not only were you not anticipating such an immediate solution, but it sounded like he wanted to come with you to the nail salon.

“We? You really wanna come with me to get my nails done?” You clarified, a hint of a smile reaching the edges of your mouth. You tried not to be teasing, since it truly was sweet of him to offer to tag along.

Despite your efforts, you spotted a slight flush across your boyfriend’s cheeks. “I mean- yeah, I’ve always wondered how it’s done. Maybe I could pick the colors or something. I don’t know, if you wanna go alone I can-“

Before he could finish, you shuffled over to close the gap between you two and press a silencing kiss onto his lips, letting your arms extend past his neck as if you were slow dancing. His hands fell naturally to your waist as a result but you pulled away after a few moments.

“I would love nothing more than for you to keep me company and pick my color. I never thought you’d wanna do that with me.” You answered with an audible smile, nose still just barely brushing with his.

He leaned forward again slightly to press a peck onto your nose. “I would do just about anything if it meant I got to do it with you. Now go get your coat.”

He released his hold on your waist but before you released yours on his neck, you pulled yourself closer to plant a big sloppy kiss on his cheek before scampering off to get your coat and purse. 

As you met Josh again in the living room with his own coat on, you were surprised when he immediately reached over and took your purse, throwing it back onto the couch. “Nope. On me today. Let’s go!”

You took his wrist and held him back before he could walk out the door, “Josh, nails cost more than you think. Are you sure?” You pleaded, feeling guilty already. You were always hesitant to let Josh spend money on you, especially when it wasn’t just something like an Arizona from the gas station or fries from McDonalds.

Josh knew this but still made an effort whenever he was able to argue the logic with you, which were the only times you really conceded. He figured that there was no point in having extra money if not to spend on the people he cares about, so he jumped at any opportunity to spoil you- with your begrudging permission.

“Babe, yes I’m sure. Please just let me do this, as far as I’m concerned if I’m picking out what they look like I might as well be paying.” He insisted, watching briefly as you tilted your head in consideration at his words before allowing him to gently pull you out the door to the car.

Pretty soon you had pulled up at your favorite local nail salon. The ladies there all knew you by name and were excited to meet Josh, as they’d certainly asked about your love life before. Josh politely accepted their compliments and small talk before following your lead to the wall containing rows and rows of nail polish colors.

You turned to the side to see Josh’s eyes widen at the broad selection. “What do ya think? What’s calling out to you?” You nudged him playfully, basking in the way his eyes zipped across all of the color options.

He brought a hand up to his face, scratching the hairs on his chin contemplatively for a moment before reaching out and selecting a shimmering mauve color, turning the bottle in his hands and watching the tiny sparkles reflect light as they moved. “This one.” He mumbled decisively. You nodded, taking the bottle in your hand and guiding him over to the manicurist’s station, where there was already another chair set up for Josh.

The nail tech immediately voiced her dissatisfaction in your broken nail as she prepared your hands, before pausing to reach for the materials needed to replace it. Josh leaned over curiously to get a better view of the supplies, hand finding it’s way around your thigh innocently enough as a tip was glued onto your bare finger. He watched in wonder as the technician dipped her brush in the liquid solution before dipping it into the container of powder, gasping softly when the brush emerged with a bead of acrylic on the end. You couldn’t resist stealing a glance at the look of childlike amazement across his face as you felt the nail tech apply the fresh acrylic to your nail, taking care to avoid your cuticles and flatten out the mass into a smooth nail.

“I never knew there was such a process involved. This is really a science, huh?” He remarked, making you giggle.

“Yeah, it’s certainly a service they’re providing. There’s a reason actual acrylics are more expensive than press-ons.”

Josh nodded in understanding, turning his attention back to the nail tech working on your hands, now filling in the rest of your nails while the new nail dried. “Well yeah, these are like… bonded to your hand. How did that one come off so easy today?”

You shrugged, “After a little while of having them on and living with them, they can come loose a bit.”

Josh nodded and hummed to himself, a smirk growing on his face, “Especially when you’re smashing them with a Dutch oven.” You shot Josh a glare as he laughed at you, almost moving to smack him before your nail tech pulled your hands back.

This made Josh raise an eyebrow. “Oh interesting. No way to retaliate now, huh? Your hands are tied, Princess.”

You knew he was teasing, but that nickname always did make your heart flutter, along with the innuendo behind his words.

As the technician began applying the polish Josh had picked out, you felt him rediscover his hand on your thigh with a gentle tapping of all of his fingers on the erogenous zone. You felt yourself sit up a little straighter, earning a low chuckle from Josh as his fingers started tracing patterns through the fabric of your pants.

You looked over at him, but his eyes were still locked on the painstaking application of the colored lacquer to your fingertips. “I picked a good color, huh?”

You could only hum in agreement, brain short-circuiting at the feeling of his soft touch. 

This was the kind of stuff you missed when he was away. Small touches, little moments the two of you enjoyed when no one else was looking. Tiny displays of affection meant only to be shared between you. You figured that might be why he had insisted on joining you today, perhaps not wanting to relinquish a single hour of time that could be spent together if he could at all help it. You really did miss him while he was away on tour, but it was things like this that affirmed to you that he missed you just as much while he was gone.

By the time you had reached home stretch and the top coat was being applied, Josh’s fingertips ghosting the inside of your thigh had you breathing a little heavier. “Almost done, Princess.” Josh murmured into your ear, fully aware of the effect his nickname had on you.

A blush spread across your cheeks just as the nail technician stood up and deemed her work complete, instructing you to be careful to not smudge. You agreed and thanked her, guiding Josh to the front desk for payment and mumbling about how tipping was customary.

Josh didn’t even bat an eye as he paid, hand snugly around your waist and finger looped through the belt loop on your side. Your body still felt warm from his prior touch, and this new touch wasn’t making it ease up. Maybe you really were touch starved from his absence.

As you headed back out to the car, Josh took a few steps ahead of you and turned around with a grin. “Alright, lemme see them!”

You smiled bashfully and held up your hands, switching poses to show him the shimmery polish he picked out in all different angles. He held his hand to his lips and gave a chefs kiss motion. “Beautiful, absolutely inspired.”

You rolled your eyes and reached to open the door, but Josh’s hand on your wrist stopped you. You turned to look up at him questioningly, only to be met by a mischievous gaze.

“Oh no, no, no. Didn’t you hear what she said? No hands tonight. Wouldn’t want a smudge, would we?” He maintained his hard gaze as he opened the door for you.

You gulped and got into the car, stomach bubbling in excitement over what Josh had in store for you tonight based on your nail tech’s innocent warning.

[aquilaofarkham]

title: the little death rating: T+ word count: 2,409 summary: Two years after his fight with Death, Trevor’s injuries start catching up to him while Alucard realizes that humans are more fragile than he thought. 

For @trevorsmellmont ❤️  Thank you so much for commissioning me!

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There’s a sharp pain pooling beneath his right arm, coursing through his ribcage. Trevor ignores it just as he’s ignored all the other aches, jabs, and stings over the past two years. Two years of building something better, something sustainable to last far longer than its young, admittedly green founders. Countless days, weeks, and months erecting homes, gardens, and pens for those dumb gentle animals who think the entire townscape is their personal pasture. Not another mistake of allowing them to wander aimlessly straight into the castle. As if heifers need to learn how to craft medicine or conduct what’s being referred to as “electricity”.

The work will never be finished. Even on days like this when the sun burns hotter than any circle in hell. A few drops of warm salt-ridden sweat crawl past Trevor’s pressed lips and into his dry mouth. Pain and thick heat were never enough to stop him before—he tells himself this, barely certain of his own supportive thoughts (a new concept taking root in his mind). Take it slow, don’t push yourself, idiot. This cabin made from the earth will get built eventually. Another family will receive their forever home to fill with lots of babies. Old wounds beg to differ as Trevor’s arms begin to weaken, each movement slower than the last, struggling to keep up with Greta’s superior pace. She’s always known her way around a mallet.

Another bead of sweat gets caught in Trevor’s lashes, sparing his eyes from temporary discomfort. Though it wouldn’t have mattered as they’re already past any sort of respite. He looks for distraction but can only see the blurred shapes coming from a huddle of bodies, despite being a short distance from them. He knows it’s only Sypha and Alucard with the village children, which gives Trevor some relief.

There’s more comfort to be felt when he remembers that one of those little monsters is his own, nestled in Sypha’s lap then placed in Alucard’s gentle arms. She has a name far too long for any toddler to pronounce—Elizabeta Belnades Tepes Belmont—so what rolls off her developing tongue instead is simply “Liza”. She’s innocent now but once she leaves this little man-made paradise and ventures into a harsher world, she will take more after her mother and father. Grabbing whatever life offers with both fists, clawing and biting her way through every obstacle until her teeth are reddened with bloody meat. For the time being, they relish Liza’s soft cheeks, wispy hair, and the way she throws herself at whichever adult happens to be in her nearest vicinity. The other children are helping her socialize by playing games and embracing frivolity; a tactic Trevor remembers from his own upbringing, though with less games and even less frivolity. 

“Think you can handle one or two more?”

Greta’s voice manages to cut through Trevor’s mental fog. Funny how she asks if he can “think” about anything especially at this suffocating moment. She must have noticed the way his lips curl into a happy doped up grin while observing his family and couldn’t help but inquire. As any close, loved and valued friend would.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

“What’s wrong with looking a bit further into the future? Now that we all have one.” 

“Looking is one thing, but seriously suggesting is something else completely. My… performance in certain areas isn’t as up to snuff as it used to be.”

As Trevor says this, things deteriorate and get a bit fuzzier from his eyesight down to his chest. Out of focus. Painful. He keeps talking, keeps ignoring the inevitable. Always ignoring what his own body screams for.

Greta wrinkles her nose at his statement. “There are children present, Belmont.”

“What? I’m referring to the house. I barely managed to get one wall up while you’re already on the fucking roof.”

“So dramatic. You three really do deserve each other. And you’re still young.”

“On the outside, maybe.”

She laughs at his lie, misinterpreting it as another piece of mild self-deprecatory banter he might never be able to live without. Greta says something else, perhaps her own personal jest to counter his, but Trevor cannot hear. Breath grows heavier, forcing out a raspy “it’s fine. It’s just my chest”. Barely able to tell if Greta actually said anything about his sudden condition. Or rather, not so sudden. No, this has been building over quite some time now. His muscles and bones screaming, begging for relief or death, and end to everything—whichever comes first. Feelings that only worsened over the years.

Trevor loses control over his legs, now practically boneless. The collision between his head and the ground is nothing compared to the inner war over his heart. Whether it will finally succumb. Greta immediately calls for help—he thinks without confidence, once again. Trevor can still hear voices, but not their exact words. Not Sypha when she demands to know what happened. Not Alucard when he begs for him to stay conscious. Not even Liza as she cries for her papa.

Then all the chaos in the world fades into slow darkness.

--

Alucard stands outside the closed bedchamber door, contemplating how often he’s touched Trevor’s body. Lithe fingertips have memorized every crevice, scar, soft and rough spots alike. Not just as a lover with wandering hands underneath blankets in the dead of night. Or a friend who holds him steady on both feet when he needs it. But as this family’s self-appointed physician. 

Perhaps the prince of two worlds took after his father after all. “Polymath” is what Alucard used to describe Dracula and the very same word others have referred to him as, mostly in the realm of medicine. He knows more than anyone, little offence given towards the herb dispensers and leech farmers (only to be polite for his own townsfolk). Thus, through the anxieties and trembling hands, Alucard gave Trevor his diagnosis: heat exhaustion along with a muscle somewhere in his chest that decided to go rogue and strain itself.

The son of Tepes, the only local doctor worth trusting, and arguably the co-leader of their little prospering hamlet paces across the hall like Trevor did the day Liza was born. He’s on the other side of that closed door, resting. Bedridden from heat exhaustion and a fucking pulled muscle. It bothers Alucard. This shouldn’t have happened to someone who stood up to the personification of Death and pissed in his eye. A stupidly common and easily treatable inconvenience to the human body shouldn’t be the end of a fucking Belmont.

It shouldn’t—unless Trevor’s scars have anything to say about it. The ones on the inside and outside. Inside, unseen, and untreatable. There’s a harsh revelation to be found there; one which the prince has been purposefully avoiding up to this moment. Alucard can try as he wants, use the tools left behind by his father and mother as though it were their final death wish, but he might never tend to what pains Trevor on the inside. He’s a Belmont, undeniably so, but Belmonts are human despite the many recurring signs pointing to the contrary. Then there’s Sypha with her magic, but she’s human as well. Greta and Liza are still human. Humans are more susceptible to dying easy, little deaths even when they follow world-saving victories.

Where does this leave Alucard? Thoughts spiral down, down towards darker places the longer he nervously hovers outside the bedroom. He’s been known to awkwardly stumble into deflection, insisting he’s only half human whenever certain someones bring up this topic of necessary conversation. Meaning he might as well not be human at all. Not when the bodies of those he loves change so rapidly while his remains petrified. It’s only been two years, filled to the brim with countless hours he wouldn’t ever want to trade for the entire world. But the thought of one night as they nestle themselves into bed and Alucard touches either Trevor or Sypha’s chest only to feel an anomaly within their hearts. The earliest sign that time and age will eventually betray them as it does for all mortals—it could be the one thing to break him.

Alucard stops himself at the opportune moment, right before he starts thinking about his mother and father. Did Dracula ever contemplate Lisa’s mortality? Was the decision to never turn her easy or the hardest thing he forced upon his unstable, immortal conscience? Arms crossed over his chest like a protective cage, fingernails digging into the fabric of his shirt until it hurts, Alucard swallows a bitter glob of spit and reaches for the doorknob. Sypha will have to accept the fact that he couldn’t wait for her. He quietly thanks her for the lessons she taught him. If he needs to talk about something—truly talk, no sarcastic wit or banter, just the raw emotions—Alucard no longer hesitates. He won’t, not as he enters the room and immediately sees Trevor still in bed, not quite altogether there. At least he can manage a decent smile and wave of his hand.

“Evening.”

“How does your chest feel?”

“Still a bit tight, but I’ve been taking deep breaths like the doctor ordered.”

The amount of strain heard in Trevor’s voice worries Alucard. Hopefully the Belmont has learned something from the recent past, so he won’t be stupid and suggest anything having to do with leaving bed or getting back to work.

 “I think I should get up.”

“I think that’s a poor decision.”

“Are you saying that as my physician or because you’re letting that pretty little blonde head of yours get too worked up?”

No. Yes. Both? If only Trevor didn’t look up at him with those glassy eyes (can he still see him?) the colour of stained glass windows erected in cathedrals he felt so unwelcome inside. If only that smile, somehow both soft and shit-eating, wasn’t in place of a more serious expression. Then maybe Alucard could voice his concerns without being accused of acting overbearing—an accusation grounded in solid evidence but he’s not ready to admit that yet. Not out loud.

“Normal, healthy adults do not become bedridden after pulling a small muscle in their chest.”

“Belmonts aren’t normal… or healthy in my case.”

Alucard’s brow furrows. “I want to think you’re healthy—” I need to. “—that you’ll live long enough to see the children of this village have little ones of their own. Liza included.”

“God’s sake, she’s only two years old. You and Greta, always talking about looking one step too far into the future. Let her be a child before adulthood rears its ugly maw.”

“Try not to change the subject.”

Trevor lifts his head off the indent pressed into his sweat drenched pillow. “Alright. Fine. I feel much better. I won’t push myself and give my heart some more time to recover.”

No response coupled with broken eye contact; sure signs of Alucard’s reluctance to accept his rather weak assurance. The Belmont has no other choice.

“Come here. Sit.”

Another moment’s hesitation before Alucard complies. Feeling his weight upon the mattress, Trevor blindly reaches for his wrist until calloused fingers grip cool, unblemished skin.

“Now lie down. No, no. Not like that. Place your head right here.” He pats his chest and with a fleeting amount of guidance, Alucard’s cheek fits perfectly between his breasts. Two hands smooth over the dhampir’s curves before one before one rests on his silk smooth head and the other against the small of his back. Alucard lied about one thing: his own body can change in small yet noticeable ways. Without the need to fight for the lives of others, whether today or tomorrow, sharp edges turn softer. Trevor and Sypha have finally let themselves breathe as well, let go, and enjoy all of life’s pleasures.

“Hear that?” He asks Alucard.

“... It’s slow.”

“Slow and strong like it should be.”

Alucard wishes he could bottle up that heartbeat or place it in a box. Preferably a music box to listen to its soothing melody long after its original body and soul are both eventually gone from this world. Who knows? It might make things hurt a little bit less like when he redrew his parent’s portrait or built a much larger nursery where his own used to be. Not a lot, but Alucard could possibly live with just “a little”.

“Speaking of Greta…” The baritone of Trevor’s voice sends deep vibrations through his broad chest, tickling Alucard’s cheek. “She said something about more children.”

“More orphans joining us?”

“No, even though I know how much you love those damn orphans. She asked if we could handle one or two more.”

“What did you say?”

“I implied that she was taking after Sypha’s influence by being wonderfully insane.”

Alucard chuckles in agreement. That sounds like Greta. “You never know. It might be good for Liza if she has a younger sibling.”

With the sound of Sypha’s well timed arrival, he’s mercifully saved from Trevor’s lengthy speech about how patience is apparently a virtue and tirades about his “performance” or lack thereof. Greta reveals herself shortly afterwards with a still crying Liza in tow. So many bodies gathered around one inebriated individual, here for him and him alone. Trevor’s consoled yet exasperated expression directed at Greta in particular says “isn’t there someone more important you could be helping right now?”

Sypha is the first to voice her gratitude after fussing over her exhausting loved one. “I will never be able to thank you enough, Alucard.”

“I think the bed did most of the heavy lifting, love.”

Trevor is given an affectionate, somewhat caring glare in response but his focus is demanded elsewhere once he suddenly notices Liza jumping onto the bed. She snuggles herself between him and Alucard, wetting their shirts with her tears.

“Easy there, you little monster. Papa’s still a bit tender.” Not that she can understand or care.

There’s an aura of relief felt amongst everyone in the room—less with Alucard who smiles bittersweetly. It’s a truth he knew he had to acknowledge before it tore his heart open. Trevor and Sypha will die one day and he will have to bury them. He’ll bury Greta, he might even bury Liza. Not today thank all the gods, or tomorrow, not for the next few decades if fate is kind enough. 

But the day will come. And it will be Alucard’s own little death.

[bluesdesk]

ZELDA HEADCANONS

Sun:

-- considers "Zelda" and "Hylia" as 2 different identities. When she has to act as Hylia (to give a serious order, to do some magic...), she moves her fringe to her left side. Also when Sky makes her angry in a discussion she is like: "remember I can be Hylia!" and  not "remember I'm Hylia"

-- she wears shorts under her dresses, she would be pretty uncomfortable without them.

-- She has a very strong personality, like a girlboss, and she's as chaotic as Tetra

-- She's Hylia, and so she must handle magic pretty well. Also Sky didn't have problems, if not more frequent nightmares and lightning scars and fear of thunderstorms... But "fear of thunderstorms" doesn't even count! However, she noticed her hair became lighter near the tips, and wavier.

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Dot:

-- the girly princess? No way! She grew up with Four, she's a smith too, she loves adventures and festivities. The fucsia jacket is a hoodie (she covers the hood with her cloack), she wears leggings and seakers nunder the dress, that's actually a high waisted long skirt she can remove

-- her hair is kinda orangey! Also it's pretty long

-- she's a relative of Four! In the italian version of Minish Cap she refers to Link's grandpa as "uncle Smith". This might mean Smith is her uncle, grand-uncle or greta-granduncle? Dot's mom might be Smith's younger sister for example.

-- She had a pretty simple life before MC and FS.  Dot had learnt some magic because of the whole "descendant of a goddess" thing. Not much, and she preferred to not use it. So, when she got petrified by Vaati's magic, she got the signs of it. Her hands and feet are as small as when she was 12 (MC), and her hair got way straighter than before. And when Vaati kidnapped her, she got some eye markings, like tattoos, on her arms.

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Lullaby:

-- genderfluid! But their father doesn't really support them and when they feel like a boy they just become Sheik and go in the woods or at Lon Lon!

-- They have a tanned skin and dark blonde hair

--They do want to be a mom though. Dusk is their daughter!

-- They can handle magic well, but Lullaby turned into Sheik for the first time when they were really young, and this had an impact on them. Their blue eyes became red with the Sheik mask (yeah I headcanon it as a mask!), and the repetitive use of it made their eye color turn from blue to violet even when they're "Zelda". They also got a sheikah eye symbol on their left eye, which they cover with their hair.

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Dusk:

-- She grew up with her grandpa (Lullaby's father)

-- She has Lullaby's skin color! Also she's thin and tall

-- She  didn't attend a royal/exclusive school but went at Twi's same one so they were friends as kids. She also studied swords and archery!

-- She simply didn't recognize Twi as a wolf, she thought he had become a spirit, because she didn't know he had the triforce too!

-- When Ganondorf turned her into his puppet, her skin became pale, and she had those black scars/signs and her eyes turned yellow. Her light power kinda healed this, but she now has light brown eyes, that turn blue when she's really happy and yellow when she's angry. Her skin color changed back to normal but her lips are always more violet than normal and she still has those black scars.

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Artemis:

-- Dusk's great-great-granddaughter! She has a similiar face, but her colors are different. Also she has chubbier legs.

--When the war started, she took the master sword and trained with it, until Impa told her she had to leave it for the next hero

-- She's been training with magic for a long time, since she can really use it perfectly, and she masters different kinds of magic. Every scar/sign she got is from the enemies' weapons, and not magic

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Flora:

-- She refused the whole princess/goddess thing, she just refers to herself as a scholar, researcher and adventure.

-- she loves Sheikah clothing!  She has stealth lessons with Paya

-- she tries to imitate Wild's cooking in secret, but she refuses to admit it because of the "powerful hero/ useless princess" thing

--She has also been training a lot with magic, and when she sealed herself and Calamity Ganon, her powers were awake. But being sealed for 100 years, with constant light powers on, and Calamity Ganon surely did something. The constant light made her photosensitive, and her hands are burnt, not as badly as Wild's face of course, but you can recognize they are. The usage of a newly awakened magic, for so long time and with that intensity made her unable to use magic for the next years after she came back, and if she'll ever get her magic back, it'll be only few.

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Tetra:

-- She grew up knowing her name wad Tetra. She didn't know it was just a nickname, so for her "Zelda" is a nickname she doesn't even like. In the italian version of WW/PH, her name is Dazel. She prefers Dazel over Zelda when she has to do royal stuff.

-- even as Zelda her skin is dark and her hair is all curly

-- Wind's grandma loves her and already adopted her in her mind XD but she keeps telling her she needs warmer clothes and she also gives her lots of Wind's clothes that became too small for him

-- she has blonde freckles on her dark skin, Aryll says she's a starry night

-- chubby!!

-- She had never heard of magic before her first adventure, so you might imagine she must have taken it really badly. She has a messed up sleping schedule and she falls asleep in the strangest ways, positions, and times. One second she's arguing with you, the next moment she's asleep, even if she's on her feet, this thing can get dangerous for her so she always brings someone (mostly Wind) with her. She has scratches everywhere from her petrification too, and being petrified surely didn't help with her previous situation.

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Fable:

-- she loves to wear pink and sky blue together! Pink is her favorite color and sky blue represents the goddess. She's a fan of jewels too!

-- Don't touch her hair, she'd get mad!

--Legend's step sister and somehow twin! She and Legend have different mothers and the same father (the father became a king after the marriage with Fable's mom, the queen). Oddly enough, they were born the same day of the same year.

-- She knows how to use a sword but she mostly uses magic and she can kick pretty well!

-- She can use magic almost perfectly, like Artemis! However, being in a painting gave her some lighter/"discolored" spots on her skin, pretty much like vitiligo. Just few spots, as she could handle that magic well too.

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Aurora:

-- a child. She's like 10/12. A pretty smart kid!

-- redhead, tanned skin, curly hair and lots of freckles!

-- autistic, her stims are most likely jumping and moving her arms! She loves springs and water in general, she could spend her entire days with fairies in a spring! Pretty enthusiastic about literally anything too!

-- she sees Hyrule as an older brother

-- She had negative memories about her brother, and giving the adjective "brother" to Hyrule is  like turning the page, seeing that adjective with a new meaning

--The poor kid often thinks her dreams are reality. She has problems in distinguishing vivid dreams from reality as she had been asleep for too much. On the other hand, she barely sleeps.

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BONUS:

Phantom/Angel (Spirit Tracks!):

As the great granddaughter of Tetra, Phantom and Link should be related (One of Spirit and one of Phantom's parents must be cousins) Unless Spirit isn't the great grandson of Tetra and Wind... but maybe the great grandson of Aryll instead! This would explain why Spirit is in contact with the pirate crew but not royal, and since their first common relative is so distant (Wind and Aryll's parents) they wouldn't be considered as related and the fact they didn't know each other before would have more sense

-- She took her personality from Tetra AND Wind: her will to help and be a hero too, still being a bit sassy, and a little rebel (escaping from the castle). She's like, a perfect mix of their personalities.

-- As for her design, she has wavy hair, a slightly tanned skin (she's not dark skinned, unlike Tetra), she loves earrings and she has a lot of them!

-- She wasn't used to magic, she knew that but not too much, so being a phantom and leaving her body because of said magic had an impact on her. Her eyes were originally dark blue like Tetra, but they're now pink to purple and yellow! Her skin got lighter after ST, and so she wears makeup to seem less pale. Her eyes get irritated easily (red eyes when possessed) and she spaces out a lot, sometimes she has dissociative events

[sometownie]

Check In Tag

The wonderful @phoebe-twiddle tagged me to a yet another thingie, thank you!! 💚

Why did you choose your url? I used to play a hood called Sometown. It was the first long term hood I played with this account, so the username felt like a very easy choice :) Haven’t been able to change it ever since.

How long have you been on tumblr? Well like. 12 years. Or something. Simblr blog I’ve had almost as long.......................

Do you have a queue tag? I don’t really have any reason to use a queue tag. I think queue tags are good for people who want their followers to know they’re not really online at the moment their posts pop up. But like. I’m either always here or I don’t really want people to know for sure when I’m online or not. I only use queue anyway when I’m posting several gameplay posts at once - But I queue them only 10ish minutes apart.

Why did you start your blog in the first place? I joined tumblr because I’d seen friends use it and it seemed like a good alternative to Face/book and other social medias around. And when it comes to my Simblr blog, I created the original one because I wanted to try out posting my own gameplay pictures, as I’d seen others do as well. I created this blog with the same intention as the original :)

Why did you choose your icon/pfp? I just really like that hug :(((((((( And Greta, ofc.

Why did you choose your header? Uhhhh. Greta. Also the mobile header includes my self sim but I really need to give that sim a facelift and new hair.

What’s your post with the most notes? It’s What An Eyesore!

How many mutuals do you have? / How many followers do you have? The official total # is a bit over 1k.

How many people do you follow? Please note that I follow both simblrs and other interests on the same account, but still 615 WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.

Have you ever made a shitpost? 🤔 not really I guess.

How often do you use tumblr each day? I’m always here.

Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won? Yeahhh no. I avoid drama like covid, and in general I mostly post for myself. I’m a bit lot unsocial, soooo :’)

How do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts? If you tell me to reblog something I will most definitely not reblog it. If you can’t get your point through without guilt tripping people, then you gotta reconsider your point altogether.

Do you like tag games? YES.

Do you like ask games? YES YES.

Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? Well like. I think in the Simblr community we all pretty much follow each other, and there are always blogs that get more traffic and messages and, well, popularity.

Do you have a crush on a mutual? I love y’all, mutual or not.

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