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WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE CROWN PRINCE OF NORWAY WENT TO FUCKING UC BERKELEY
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I finished DS9 and here's my first offering to the fandom.
The show is just SO GOOD!! I wanna talk about it so bad, so I will spam the tags quite a bit... My bad. Also, the people who said Bashir would get better - you were right, he became a lot more fun! Plus he's got a teddy bear, that's peak character right there.
#star trek deep space nine#ds9#julian bashir#elim garak#garashir#fanart#my art#ALRIGHT - Let the yap session begin.#First of all: was part of the reason Bashir grew on me because of Garak? Yes#But I'd argue being part of a old man yaoi ship is a valid reason to like a character#This ship is crazy btw#The fact that I had to do RESEARCH to even UNDERSTAND Garashir smut is insane#Never in my life I thought I'd have to read multiple paragraphs about an alien race's anatomy (fanmade) to read smut#Also if anyone has any fic recs... I'm open to them#And I need to say this so SPOILERS FOR S7 OF DS9!!#I did not see the chemistry between Bashir and Ezri. Didn't like it at all#She got taken by the Breen and BOOM next thing we know she has feelings for him that even she didn't know about??#And he has the same even though they had a solid friendship before? Idk#Ngl I though fucking Dukat and Winn had more going on for them than those two - they at least were funny#Loved the ending though. Def my favorite STrek if I don't count TOS#TOS has a special place in my heart because I love goofy shit and it has some GEMS#But if I had to recommend a friend to watch any STrek it's definetly be DS9#Okey! I think that's all I can spam in the tags without writing out an entire dissertation#The TL;DR is Garashir is a great ship but an insane fic experience and DS9 is a damn good show
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OH MY FUCKKK. college roomate!vi is fucking killing meeee. the last one made me literally squeal when i read about vi's vape 😩😩 i am a silly little smoker myself and i was wondering if you'd write something about vi introducing reader to smoking? like one night they're sitting and talking on the couch, maybe watching a movie or something and vi whips out her lost mary (i KNOW thats what she'd smoke) and reader asks kinda out of nowhere to have a hit, and vi laughs a little and then teaches her how to use it (it is an art form), and their faces keep getting closer and closer and they're basically kissing because they're hitting from the same vape, right? RAAAHHHHHH 😩
college roommate!vi cinematic universe not me having to google the brand but yES ur rite she woULD
+18, no sex but vape usage, mdni
"l-like that?"
"yeah, just like that -- breathe in -- hold it -- breathe out --"
you let out a soft groan, the "cherry peach lemonade" flavored smoke slipping from the corners of your lips in streams, vi's eyes flickering down and back up again, her own lips parted, her pupils dark.
"it's -- it's a good flavor," you say, blinking as you hand the vape back to vi, who grins and takes a long hit, leaning back slow, one hand on the vape, the other slung lazily across the sofa back, letting the smoke unfurl from her mouth. you watch, mesmerized as she rounds out her lips and blows out little smoke rings just to make you laugh.
"yeah, it's nice," vi says, her voice soft as she glances back at you, at the way your eyes have gone just a bit hazy. she leans forward, tugging your chin towards her with a thumb and forefinger, a mischievous grin sweeping across her face.
"open your mouth for me, pretty girl."
you do, letting your mouth fall slack as vi takes another long hit and blows the smoke into your mouth. like this, you can feel the cool of the smoke, the warmth of her breath, the strange duality sending tingles shooting down your back, a coil tightening in your gut as you breath in.
your lashes flutter as the high slips through your body, the weightlessness gathering in your loosening muscles.
"i-i've seen people do that before --" you say, grasping for something to fill the strange, ethereal silence, "at parties," you clarify, hoping for... you're not entirely sure what.
vi chuckles, "yeah? it's called shotgunning. it's... a bit gentler than just taking a hit straight from the vape so --"
she pulls you towards her again, this time, you lean in and your lips are so close you can feel the heat of her skin against yours.
you open your mouth without her prompting, and you don't miss the way her pupils dilate at the motion. and just for a second, you can taste your own heartbeat -- the sweet cherry peach lemonade tang of it at the back of your throat -- before vi's blowing another steady stream of smoke into you and you're breathing it in, tasting her -- wondering if her lips would be just as sweet without all the flavored smoke --
"there... think that's enough for you for tonight?" vi asks, pulling back with a grin.
you lick your lips, glancing at the tv screen.
"we've missed like... half the movie."
vi laughs, grabbing for the remote, "yeah well. we were busy. luckily, there's a rewind button."
you keep quiet as she rewinds through the parts of the movie the both of you missed, your mind a berry-tinted haze of half-formed thoughts. you inch closer to her, pressing your thigh to hers, letting your head drop onto her shoulder.
"thanks, vi," you say, your eyes cast towards the tv but not really seeing it at all.
she stills beneath your touch.
"what for, princess?"
you nuzzle your head deeper into her neck, "nothing just... glad you're here."
after a beat, vi curls an arm around your shoulder and gives you a squeeze.
"i'll always be here, princess. whenever you need me. and even if you don't. got it?"
you giggle, closing your eyes and letting the bright neons of the movie play out behind your eyelids like the passing of so many days and nights.
"i'll always need you, vi... even if you think i don't." and your voice is so, slow, honest. so honest that vi feels her chest squeeze. she settles for brushing her lips along the seam of your hair.
"then i guess we're stuck with each other for the long haul, aren't we princess?"
you let out a sleepy little laugh, nodding.
"yeah. guess we are."
#⛈ monsoon season#bf: why... r u looking at vapes? r u going to get one? me: /pinches nosebridge/ no /sighs/ it's... fic research#vi x reader#arcane x reader#vi x you#arcane x you#vi arcane#vi fluff#arcane fluff#vi smut#arcane smut#i ALMOST ended this on an angst note ALMOST and then i rmbred that vi deserves only good things#so i didnt LOL#arcane#lesbian#♨ steamy#this also made me want to go out and get a fucking vape so bad#i used to own a HOOKAH RIG YALL one of those tiny ones that you can like do at home IT WAS A NOT A GOOD TIME#i mean it was a great time but FOR MY LUNGS IT WAS NOT A GOOD TIME#college roommate!vi#i did u one better babe im just having vi shotgun smoke into ur mouth#HAHA
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today I learned they released a mr. gordo plushie in 2007 that I would kill for
#btvs#it sold for $225 on ebay earlier this year if u can believe (I can)#the things you learn while researching for a fic#I had to get the full scoop on mr gordo
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The RAGE. I love how Arakawa did this. She frequently shows people's irises unshaded in particularly big negative emotion (anger, shock, deadly focus), and the contrast really highlights how tiny and focused their pupils are - that's gotta be the point. But the whole picture makes Roy look boiling.
He's just come from the Elric's house, burst in through Pinako's door where his guide tells him the Elric boys (just kids) would be, and he's been full of motion, then just stops at the sight of Ed, in complete anger at the mess of blood and illegal alchemy he found at their house. Like he's taking in the culprit but not Ed's horrible condition.
Then

Al makes him stop yelling at/pulling at Ed. This suit of armour with a child's voice echoing out of it.
And his eyebrows are still so intense - a shade lighter without the (not cross-hatching ... just hatching??) between them - but still bent in ...
But the rage is sinking away into confusion, into grief, into understanding that Ed didn't kill his brother with his alchemy but somehow managed to save him. He's starting to see not just the Horrible Act that had consequences, but also to really get a feel for the consequences.
And the genius of those boys. The military will not leave them here if it gets wind of this. They're going to be pursued, but he can't let them be devoured by what the military would do to them. They're already so broken.
#so I read this but a few days ago and there were so many things I wanted to drink in about it#so many little details that stuck out#and a bunch of them felt like points I think I've heard other people say before so I also didn't want to#but coming back to it there's just a LOT in this chapter#Roy Mustang#edward elric#alphonse elric#FMA reread#FMA fic research
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Perse: Guess I'll be eating traditional Greek food.
Plants that haven't come to Greece and will not for centuries, if not Millenia:




Perse: Oh. Oh no. Basically none of the traditional Greek food exists yet. Time to start turning people into plants I guess. Where's the olive oil?
Olive tree: *Has existed for about two minutes longer than she has*
Perse: This is fixable!
#other people's fic#athenide au#Inspired by the fact that when looking up greek food on pinterest#I kept running into things I knew wouldn't have been possible for Perse ingredients wise#Lemons estimated to arrive by 500 bc! Everything else is over a millenia AD#According to five minutes of research#And also inspired by Perse being goddess of olive oil#And that one ask by magicalprofessorsludgedeputy on anotheroceanid's blog about Perse being goddess of Maritime trade#If anything could inspire Perse to influence a trading empire it'd be the lack of food options#Forget it she's from New York#And now she doesn't even have tomatoes
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Evan Buckley loves public libraries and he loves using them. When he was a kid they were an escape from home, and when he was traveling around and living in his Jeep they were places he could visit, for free. Where he could stay warm and entertained. Where he could check his email and apply for jobs. Where he could learn about whatever new topic caught his interest, or maybe studying up for the job he's working. He has library cards from every town he's been in that would let him sign up, but even if he couldn't get a library card he was always a regular patron wherever he lived.
And, sure, now he has a steady, well paying job and a solid roof over his head, but he still gets almost all of his books from the library because it's hard to break years of habit, and more importantly, it's important to support your local library.
And, really, do you think he would have money or space if he bought every book on every topic he ever wanted to read on his research spirals? With the library he can also easily get his hands on out of print book and watch documentaries that aren't on any streaming services.
Buck is on a first name basis with all the librarians at the branches he visits. The one by his loft. The one by the station. And more recently, the one by Tommy's house. He has a dedicated tote bag for his library books, one that says 'I like big books and I cannot lie' that Chim bought for him as a gag gift. He always leaves the library with a huge stage of books and DVDs, regardless of if he's picking up his holds or just browsing. His holds almost always take up a shelf on their own, and the librarians always ask him about what he's researching and what he's learned and they oftentimes have suggestions for other titles for him to read. (Some of them have gotten his permission to start slipping them into his hold stack).
And! Buck doesn't just borrow physical books, he uses Libby and Hoopla, and he watches documentaries on Kanopy, and he uses the other subscriptions and services that the library is subscribed to. And he borrows DVDs and video games and board games, for date nights and game nights and when he's watching the various children in his life. He attends programs and workshops when his schedule allows and he has an interest, and he's always sending interesting programs to Hen and Karen to take Denny and Mara to, and Eddie to bring Chris to, and Maddie and Chim to take Jee to.
He wishes that he had more time to be more involved member of the Friends, but he gives his money to their fundraisers and he did join the Friends so he pays his dues and attends the meetings he can and fills out the surveys.
Just. Buck loves the library and I don't think he actually goes to the book store that often.
#evan buckley#911#911 on abc#911 abc#911 show#evan buckley headcanon#support your local library!#i read far too many fics where buck is buying huge stacks of books for research from the bookstore#the library is right there and it's his favorite thing okay?
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A Short Nap
🐟🐟Midnight's DCA MerMay Day 2🐟🐟
I decided that since many of the requests are cute and fluffy and silly that the little drabbles i'm doing shall get to be evil as a treat :)c
very brief but hope you enjoy!
DCFPU prompt used: Nap
Word Count: 843
Story will be posted to ao3 soon!
CW: blood, injury, and slight depictions of gore if you squint
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You blink, in and out of the edge of consciousness. It's difficult to stay awake, much less stay aware. Your chest heaves as you breathe in, and out.
In, and out.
In...
and out.
It's a bit ragged, and internally you still have it in you to wince.
The sound of waves crashing in the distance is a bit muffled, though you think it's because of how you're partially submerged in the water. It may be from blood loss, that's still a plausible option. The water that laps over your sprawled, bleeding body is soothing in how it ripples. Tickling against your skin like a thin blanket on the bed of rock you're on. Enough to lull you to sleep even, and you just might—
A sudden awareness hits you, shooting a fresh wave of adrenaline into your system. You're much too far from safety to be falling asleep now. You ignore the fact that help for your injuries would be much further off than land. It won't do you much good to think of such.
A cough racks through you, digging your back into the jagged rock beneath. Discomfort rolls through you, both from your position and the deep gashes trailing from your stomach down your thigh. The stinging has become a background feeling to the deep soreness that resides in your flesh underneath the skin. Muscle aching and burning at even the slightest sign of tension. You almost wonder if you have nerve damage with how little you seem to be able to feel. You genuinely believe this should be more painful than it is.
Another wave glides over you, and a particularly deep part is filled with salt water for a moment, and the stinging becomes knife-like. Okay, yeah. That's about more what you would expect.
Tears prick your eyes, both from pain and from reality setting in. The denial you'd been subconsciously fueling has started to slip away, and now you can no longer ignore the fact that lying here like this was utterly and entirely your own fault.
Too trusting. Too much of your caution long ago melted away. Awareness that you should have had only came to you after the fact. And if not for the swiftest of your own actions, you'd likely never have realized. Maybe that would have been better, dying without knowing.
Because then you would have just thought it'd been an accident.
That's how it had seemed, initially. You know how shiny things—especially anything with a glare—would seem to trigger something in him. White pupils becoming slits in red irises, focus changing to a state of mind that was both alert and yet not. Smile falling to a frown and then an outright sneer in a matter of seconds.
You couldn't feel it initially, too shocked and busy with trying to move back and away to avoid being hurt further. But in doing so, you were able to catch it. The look in his eyes.
The way total awareness came creeping back, the way the surprise sunk into glee. His snarl turned upward into a sharp grin, and he said something you couldn't quite make out. But if the snicker that followed was any indication of his true intent revealed—well, you took it as such.
All this time, all the opportunities to kill you, the long afternoons in the water, the conversations, the shared moments of laughter, the soft kisses and murmured nothings.
And he'd just been biding his time for the right moment.
Considering the aggressiveness of the injury, you were still able to act quickly, throwing the offending object out into the depths. He dives after it, driven by instinct once again, deep blue tail disappearing into the murky water below. You use the chance to get somewhere he can't reach you.
Though, if you're being honest it's not as if he couldn't get to you here. You're surprised he hasn't yet, if anything. This rock is at water level even at low tide. The waters around you are oddly empty, not even a shark lurking about with the amount of blood you're freely seeping into the ocean.
You hardly think it matters at this point. Getting to land is a hopeless and rather pointless endeavor now. You think the best thing you can do now is come to terms with it all. The betrayal, the pain, dying.
It falls over you like a soft sheet, not smothering, not suffocating. You feel strangely calm, anxiety and fear having left you sometime ago. Who would've thought it would be so... underwhelming.
The sky is mostly clear up above you, the clouds roll by lazily. The water still laps around and over you. You feel your eyes start to slip shut.
You try once, twice to open them, then let them fall closed. Sleepiness has begun to take over, dragging you down with it.
You'll just take a short nap, is all.
Just a short one.
You'll wake up again in a little while, and everything will be fine.
Perfectly... fine.
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I loveeeee being evil with cute prompts, i LOVEEEEEEEEEEEE it, will be trying to catch up now that things are a bit less chaotic in my life, thanks for reading!
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“Let’s go, Bucky.”
John’s never folded faster in his life.
They step out of the casino into more torrential rain. Even with the rain, John feels like this must be the luckiest day of his life. John fans the money out in front of Buck.
“Look at that, baby,” he crows. “I told you so. Cab fare with enough left over for dinner. You just might have to change your mind about gambling.”
“Don’t count on it,” Buck says. He reaches out and plucks a twenty from John’s hand, fingers knocking into his palm. John feels the cool brush of metal.
A wedding ring. Beautiful, strange, Buck has a wife.
Maybe not the luckiest day of John’s life, then.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64074448
#soooo scary to write for a new fandom but here she is#things I researched for this: Air Force bases + tornadoes + yankee player stats#clegan#john egan#gale cleven#mota fanfic#mota#babe’s anatomy#my fic
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ok party people… what are our thoughts on stobotnik a/b/o? I’m so curious since I’ve seen a ton of different angles on ao3 so far, just wanna scour the audience and see if there are any common threads :3
sound off in the tags or replies or even shoot me an ask/dm, in the name of science!
#stobotnik#iggy fic tag#doing some research for a new fic thread maybe :3c#I’m steadily working on my stone cooking compilation and my post s3 h/c fic#but I read ‘scent of a lab’ today and it’s…. doing things to me.#really REALLY dig beta!robotnik x alpha!stone but honestly I could make an argument for any alignment w them#alpha x alpha stobotnik is also FANTASTIC…#god bless kharti’s risk and reward series it is seriously so good#abo
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Christmas in Mount Justice
cartoon version of Young Justice, written instead of sleeping and I'll be honest, I kinda run out of steam at the end, but it'd take me until next year if I didn't push through, so here it is, and hopefully it's not quite visible where I started pushing through it, I hope you'll enjoy
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“Since, hopefully, this is the last time we're seeing each other before Christmas–” Black Canary announced, stretching after finished training“ I wish you all merry and healthy and boring Christmas” she finished with a wide warm smile. Danny barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes. This goddamn worst time of the year. He checked once more if his mental shields were up. According to M'gann, ghosts were really loud on mind reading wavelengths so he needed to keep them up most of the time. He wasn't an asshole to drown his friend in absolute hatred of Christmas.
“You too Black Canary!” Wally yelled, running like the earth was burning to get cookies M'gann baked “By the way, what are your plans?” he asked upon his return.
Did they really have to keep talking about it? Danny was half considering just dropping through the floor to escape this conversation but chose against it because he really didn't want to answer all the questions it would cause or hear a ‘you can't deal with all unwanted conversations by escaping them’ lecture again any time soon. He could and he would, the Freakshow incident was just one way to prove it.
“B and I have to attend some stuffy rich people party” Robin said with clear displeasure “I still need to plan what mess to stir there. Chandeliers swinging are banned and so is arson so I have to get creative.”
“You actually set something on fire?! That's sick as hell!” the speedster's enthusiasm didn't waver as he threw a few cookies at Danny. It was nice that someone remembered about Danny's slightly enhanced metabolism. They (both Young Justice and Amity squad) still didn't understand it completely but the working hypothesis was that he needed to eat more to make up for ectoplasm he couldn't consume in quantities big enough for his ghost side since it was poisonous to humans and he had to dose it carefully. Being a halfa was rough like that some(most)times.
“Well, lighter is easy to sneak inside–” Robin explained and honestly Danny never expected to hear Gotham’s feared vigilante go over logistics of arson but he guessed it was his life now, he could use this info to do something about at least one Christmas tree in Amity or share it with Sam. She mentioned some upcoming rich people party too”–and amount of alcohol there is astonishing, really you'd think that people would try to stay sober on event like that but apparently–”
“I'm having dinner with my mom and some family friends–” Artemis interrupted “Can't wait spend God knows how many hours with all of them talking over each other and asking awkward questions” she tried to sound displeased but there was no way she could hide her fondness and wasn't that a wild thing to see. Seriously, he almost choked on a cookie. In theory Danny knew some people genuinely liked Christmes but–
Just like that? Just happy to–
Yeah, he knew but couldn't quite comprehend. Sam was exactly like that, found but trying to seem annoyed to keep up with her goth persona. Tucker was way more open about his delight.
For Danny Christmas was only too loud because everyone was singing badly and too bright because of lights and too stuffy and there was this damned argument about Santa and yelling and fe–
“Oh, me too! We also planned a movie night with Central Rogues, this time it's Cold’s turn. I wish he won't pick Die Hard again…”
Well, Danny guessed movie night with Rogues, that clearly meant an off evening since they wouldn't try to stir things up while watching the movie, sounded like a really nice idea. Personally he would do without people who try to turn him into a pulp every other day but apparently things worked differently in Central.
“King Orin wanted to introduce me to some surface celebrations as well,” Kaldur said with a warm smile and halfa forcefully stopped himself from giving their leader a weird look. Even him?! Betrayal, absolute betrayal!
“Well, I don't really celebrate so I'm staying here, maybe training a bit, I'm not sure yet,” M'gann announced shyly and it took all his willpower to not hug her for being the only sensible person in the room.
“Yeah, I'm staying too. Apparently I'm not invited to family gatherings” Conner added bitterly.
“Honestly your not missing much,” Danny muttered “It's just perfectly prepared and measured argument breeding space, believe me”
Wally tried to protest but one pointed glare and it dissolved through power of ‘don't make Conner feel about it any worse than he already does’. Danny felt a little guilty for using it to sooth his own hatred towards Christmas but not too much. He really wanted to reassure his friend and ways he went about it were no one else's business.
“And what are your plans, Danny?” M'gann asked gently after he didn't continue. He really wished he didn't have to answer but keeping his emotions hidden meant nobody could see that something was up and say ‘you don't have to tell if you don't want to’ or other shit like that.
“Not sure yet. I think I will crash with you here honestly. If we believe this magic book we found, there is a Christmas truce in Zone, so there shouldn't be any ghost attacks and your company is always great,” he smiled sincerely.
“Wouldn't your parents ask questions if you just skipped Christmas, though?” Wally asked a bit cautiously but Danny waved his concern off with a vague ‘eh’ sound.
“Will you show us some Christmas traditions then? As a part of ‘earthly traditions’ course?” M'gann's eyes almost shone with excitement and Conner looked hopeful and it made him feel conflicted. The whole point of crashing in Mount Justice with two aliens was to not touch anything Christmas related with thirty feet long stick but alas M'gann asked nicely and was pretty. These were two big ideals fighting inside of him then and there while he tried to keep his face and outer mind blank enough to not bring any suspicion.
Betrayal to second, no third, power! He wanted to escape this hell of an experience!
But well, he could shape the experience in a way that's the least painful and M'gann and Conner were really great friends…
“Sure”
He couldn't quite match her enthusiastic grin or even Conner’s bit smaller one.
He was going to regret it, wouldn't he?
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“Guys, I messed up so bad…” Danny whined, curling on Sam's enormous bed covered in fluffy blankets and nice pillows.
“What did you do this time?” girl asked with a smirk. Halfa was sometimes mad how well his friends knew him and didn't take his dramatics as seriously as he would like to.
“I wanted to have a sleepover at Team's HQ during Christmas, you know, to escape it. Only ones who will stay are Miss Martian and Superboy, aliens, so I thought it's a good idea. And then they asked me to show them ‘earthly Christmas traditions’ and I AGREED!” he yelled, his hands flying dramatically at the confession.
His friends, little traitors they were, just laughed.
He came to get some help, advice on either doing this introduction well because Danny Fenton was known for a lot of things but half-assing projects he agreed to do wasn't one of them (homework was obligatory without his consents ergo didn't count) or gracefully getting away from mess his idiocy brought onto him, not to be laughed at! He had enough of it at other times.
Though they got to work when they calmed down, making Danny revisit the idea of not talking to them ever again and throwing it out of the window.
“Alright,” Tucker started, preparing his note and planner apps before continuing “what do you want to show them? Gingerbread house?”
“Of course” Danny huffed because as much as he hated Christmas and its traditions, gingerbread house was decent one. Making one at Tucker's place three years ago when he had been introduced to the idea was one of his best memories related to the holiday. Even though it was cut short by trip to the ER because dumbass little Danny had wanted a little gingerbread man he set aside and he had eaten him still all fresh and 350°F hot and got severe burns in his mouth and throat because apparently his instinctual response to burning in his mouth was to swallow instead of to spit.
“Gifts.” Sam raised in a way that meant she was not taking any complaints and Danny didn't really want to argue. His track record with gifts from his parents wasn't too good ever since he had a brief just-like-dad phase and they didn't realize it ended after a month but other people knew how to fix it. The Voyager Lego set he got from Sam the year before still made him smile when his eyes landed on it.
Tucker noted it down. “What else? Christmas tree?”
Danny winced but nodded. He wasn't too fond of it but it was too big to miss it.
“Ugly sweaters?”
“Superboy would actually develop laser vision if I tried it”
“Movie marathon? I can lend you some DvDs”
“Yeah, it's probably a good idea. Kid Flash mentioned it too.”
“Santa Claus?” Sam asked with a smirk and Danny threw a pillow at her.
“Who is Santa Claus? I never heard of him, must be a Rhode Island thing” he answered with a straight face, not knowing how many times he will have to repeat it.
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Phantom: hey guys!
Phantom: want a Crisscross Christmas
Phantom: ?
Artemis: The what?
Phantom: oh, you know
Phantom: this thing were we draw aech othres names anf have to buy a gift
Kid Flash: you mena Secret Santa
Kid Flash: ???
Phantom: never heard of that
Phantom: thats a wierd naem
Phantom: but if rules match, call it whatever yoyu wnat
Aqualad: I like this idea
Robin: GIft drop-off on 27th is okay for everyone?
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Robin: i take that for yes. 50$ budget?
Kid Flash: Robin, Rob, Bob, my best pal. I have 5$ and single slice of bubblegum to my name rn
Kid Flash: No, actually no bubblegum anymore
Kid Flash: 10$ is top I could spend
Phantom: Same
Artemis: Same
Aqualad: Me too
Miss Martian: I'm not sure if me and Superboy have any money, actually
Phantom: See Rob?
Phantom: just be a good samamritanina and give them 10$ instead og flaunting batmans money
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"Important question. How do one pick a present?"
"You know, it's good if it's something personal, either in a way that it's something they want or need, a gag gift that'd be funny for both of you, or just something that made you think of them"
"Yeah, yeah, I read the mom blogs, none of this actually helps, what am I supposed to get for Artemis?!"
***
"Alright, so. I have a list of things I think you need to learn about Christmas. We're kinda late to the party, so I cut off some stuff because there is no way we would make it in time."
"Sounds about right, what do we start with?"
"Most classic of classics, the Christmas tree, Batman already greenlit it, so it's waiting outside"
***
"So, Christmas tree is evergreen plant, conifer, sometimes only branch or synthetically made model, that, if living, is cut down from Christmas tree nursery, and then put inside the house, usually in the living room or other space that is considered repre-"
"Danny, we live in society, we have basic knowledge on American traditions that is literally everywhere. We don't need it to be spoon fed to us in a voice more robotic way than Red Tornado, literal robot"
"Conner!"
"What?! I'm not wrong"
"Sorry. Let's get to decorating then?"
"If you want to ramble, we'd be more than happy to listen. It's obvious that you took a lot of care to learn everything."
"Speak for yourself"
"Conner!"
"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, with what exactly do we plan to decorate it?"
"Oh, this one is easy. I asked around people to donate some stuff, and Batman got us few things after I asked for permission for the tree. He even asked Justice League to drop us some things too."
"That's nice of them"
"Yeah, though I'm a bit worried about gifts from Arrows and Robin, y'know. They all had this type of smile that means either a gag idea, merch or exploding glitter and I'm not sure which option scares me the most"
"Glitter"
"Glitter"
"Yeah, you're right"
***
"Did… um… did Superman bring anything?"
"Yes, actually! He brought pretty big box of stuff and mentioned dropping of some food for Christmas in the morning or the afternoon of the first day. He said he was happy that you got the experience even if he isn't able to be the one to give it to you. I think he is coming around"
It was an interesting thing about Danny. He wasn't all that good with authority figures or frankly adults in general, and he never passed on the chance to tear in Superman for his treatment of Conner, if he saw the man, but in private he was surprisingly pro-Superman and tried to make them "see his perspective" with some pretty convincing arguments. Everyone else was still unimpressed but Danny never gave up.
M'gann still wasn't sure if in these circumstances she found it cute or annoying.
"Bullshit"
"If that's what you want to believe in"
***
"Oh, hello Megan! Red Tornado, would you like to join us in decorating the Christmas tree?"
"This… seems like a decent idea. What is the procedure of it?"
"We already put on the lights, so now we're placing baubles and other hanging decorations, before we finish off with paper chains and these fuzzy boas. We need them evenly spread out on all of the tree, preferably in a way, that things in similar colors aren't right next to each other, alright?"
"Yes, Phantom, instructions are clear"
"Great. Do we want some music in the background? My friends usually play some Christmas songs to get us all in 'the right mood' as he calls it?"
"Good idea, I'll play something."
"Thanks Meg"
"Just hear the sleigh bell jingling…"
"Is this… yeah, it's Carpenters, it's Jazz's favo- oh shit"
"Got it!"
"Nice catch Conner! Red Tornado, sorry I didn't clarify before, we're not decorating the side by the wall."
"Understood"
***
"We have only one last thing left then"
"Yeah?"
"The star at the top. The youngest child of the family usually get the honor. Conner, it's you time to shine~"
"Shut up already"
"How is he supposed to reach the top though? He can't fly"
"Step stool or someone has to hold him up lion king style"
"Lion king- Don't you dare! Keep those hands to yourself! Danny!
***
"So, what's next on your magical list?"
"Gingerbread house. It's a moment for you to shine Meg, because I'm absolute mess in the kitchen and I don't think Conner is much better"
"Actually-"
"blah, blah, blah, absolutely perfect, could be hired at Michelin star restaurant right this instant blah, blah, blah"
"Oh, you little-"
"I believe the arguments are supposed to start at the Christmas table and not before. It seemed to be consensus in my sources. Was I mistaken?"
Conner stopped dead in his tracks, as confused as M'gann at the question.
Danny laughed so hard he fell on the ground.
"Red Tornado, what does that mean?"
"There is no need to spread misinformation until we can get confirmation whether my sources were correct or not"
"Danny? Danny?! What does he mean?! Why are you laughing?!"
Danny just stayed curled on the floor, almost wheezing.
***
"So, we have all of the ingredients, right? Flour, cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves-"
"I think it's still in the cabinet, let me grab it real quick"
"Alright, other than cloves, do we have salt, vegetable shortening, granulated sugar, molasses, an egg- I mean, applesauce? Yeah? Let's hope it'll work. Okay, I think were ready"
"Ginger?"
"What?"
"Do we have ginger ready?"
"I don't think so, I'm pretty sure we've run out about a week ago? Why- oh wait"
"Did we seriously forgot to get ginger to make The Gingerbread House?! It's literally in the name!"
They all just stood in silence for a long moment.
"We're idiots"
"Well said, well said"
"I believe there are better names to describe you in this situation. Unfortunately, I cannot recall them"
"Thanks Red Tornado, that was helpful"
"Maybe we can still buy it?"
"It's 10:34 PM, December 23rd, M'gann, what shop would even be open?"
"Shut up Conner, it's actually not a bad idea. I think I've seen- yes, there is something open until eleven, about five minutes out if I fly"
***
"There was no ginger at the shop, but I got cranberry for later, if needed, and some chips to snack on"
"It's fine, we found unopened pack of powdered ginger in the back of the cabinet"
"That's great! Give me a minute to return this packet I liberated on my way home?"
"Danny!"
***
"Hey, M'gann!"
"Yeah?"
"Would you like to invite your uncle to our dinner?"
"That's a great idea Conner, thank you!"
***
"Okay, wait, wait, wait, before you two get weirdly aggressive about it again-"
"We're not that aggressive and it's a serious matter"
"I don't have any ghosts to get of my misplaced aggression out on so I'm funneling it into cake decorating instead"
"M'gann, you literally are trying to choke him right now, Danny, even I know it's concerning and I have less than half a year of learning what is considered normal under my belt. Anyway, before you escalate it again, how about each one of us gets one side of the house and then we work in pairs on the roof?"
"I like that"
"But what about aesthetic integrity!"
"It's quite literally against the point of gingerbread house"
***
"Before we go to sleep, I believe it's a widespread tradition to leave milk and cookies for the Santa Claus on the Christmas Eve evening"
"Huh"
"What is it this time?"
"Nothing really, chill out Conner, I just never heard of that"
It was so clearly a lie it probably couldn't even be called that, but at this point everyone realized, that for some reason bearded man in red was a sore subject, and they stopped trying to learn why. Maybe some day he'd tell them.
***
"Sorry. This person is currently unavailable. Please leave a message after the tone."
"Hey Dani, it's Danny. Merry Christmas, please let me know when you get that. I'm celebrating outside of home, safe, with some friends, so if you want, I can give you an address and you can drop by. They're all more than okay with ghost stuff and have a history of accepting someone similar to you without any questions. I'm sure they'd love you. Let me know you're alright and if you want to join us. Sorry I keep calling, I'm at the worrywart stage. Love you, please stay safe."
Danny was doing pretty well with this whole "organizing Christmas". Really. M'gann did kick him out to breathe a bit of fresh air (and wait for the Superman and food he was supposed to bring in) because his hands were shaking too much, but other than that he was fine. Really. He was getting a bit panicky because he didn't hear a word from his sister in the past week and usually she let them know if she knew she would go somewhere where that could happen but she just as often didn't because she spontaneously decided to do something else. Trackers they made her wear showed she was fine.
It didn't really help, he wasn't sure if there was anything less than actually hearing or preferably seeing her that could reassure him.
It wasn't even talking about all of the trouble that was a bit closer to home, because Christmas never meant anything good for him, with or without his parents stirring up the Santa-fight. They weren't there and yet, he still couldn't make himself believe it could be any better this time. For Ancients sake, he made sure there was no Santa Claus in whole Mountain, nothing to remind him of how it always was and his brain still decided to be stupid about it.
So now he was standing in thin hoodie out in Rhode Island winter, in hopes that cold would shock him out of spiraling, trying to keep his breaths even and not fly away because it felt all like a little too much at the moment. he was standing in thin hoodie out in Rhode Island winter, waiting for a man who would awkwardly try to do the whole 'I'm an adult you can trust' routine and then treat him like messenger pigeon to contact the child that actually wanted and needed him. He couldn't entirely blame him but-
"Are you quite alright?"
"I'm fine"
"Are you sure? It's quite cold to be dressed like this and your heartbeat is quite erratic."
"I'm fine as old wine Superman, please say your piece before someone comes to see what took me so long"
"Danny-"
"I'm serious. Leave it alone and just give me the food"
Superman looked a bit conflicted, clearly considering all of the potential pros and cons of digging in further and choose wrong.
"You're worried about Dani"
"You're the last person I want to talk to about her," Danny spat out, anxiety quickly turning into anger.
"Of course, but-"
"Have two civil conversations with your clone before trying to tell me how I should handle mine" As soon as these words left his mouth, Danny regretted them, if only a little, but he kept pushing "I told you about her to explain why I'm willing to vouch for you. It doesn't make you someone I'll confide in. It doesn't make you someone I trust. It doesn't make me approve of the way your handling it. It just means I understand. But you're an adult man and experienced hero with stable job and adult shit figured out and I'm a teenager with home just safe enough for me to stay and family that'd question how third child just showed up. We are not the same."
Superman flinched away at some point during the rant, looking properly humbled. He avoided eye contact and just reached forward to pass him hard plastic case filled with food containers and smaller boxes wrapped up in nice Christmas themed paper.
"Alright kiddo. Get it inside before you turn into a icicle. And tell Conner I wish him Merry Christmas, alright? I mean, I wish it to everyone but…"
Damn, if the "never meet your heroes" person wasn't right.
"You're a coward Superman. Come in and tell him that yourself"
***
Conner lashed out, as expected, but it was far more subdued than it would be just few month before. To his credit, Superman stayed the whole time it went down and only left when boy mostly calmed down and wouldn't feel like he was being ignored. Man even tried to respond to some allegations, though he wasn't really heard. Conner ranted some more after hero left, but overall it went better than Danny thought it would.
Then they had dinner, which went… surprisingly well. Apparently, not having to worry about being attacked by the main dish did wonders to Danny's overall jitters (and didn't everyone get super weird when he mentioned it). Not having people start nonsensical fights also helped. He knew better than to mention that.
Also, turns out that Superman or whoever he got to make them food was freaking amazing cook, thank you very much. Danny wasn't necessarily fasting, not in a way he knew some people did in the period preceding Christmas or at least on Christmas Eve, but the tension of past few days made it hard to eat a lot. It definitely lessened now that the thing was happening and seemingly going well, so he was absolutely ravenous. To be completely honest, as far as he could tell, everyone else matched his enthusiasm.
There was a bit off moment at the beginning, when Martian Manhunter asked him if he shouldn't be with his family during holidays, but Danny quickly and subtly brushed it off and nobody mentioned that afterwards.
He may have overeaten, actually, for once in his live, which he may regret in the morning, but at the moment, it made him quite content.
Then came the gifts, which also went better than he expected. For once there was no need to act like he enjoyed the gift despite already planning on how to get rid of it. Even better, focus was almost fully removed from him, obviously, because it wasn't his first rodeo.
Conner looked so lost and confused with the gift he got from Superman's mom, it was almost heartbreaking. It was beautiful crocheted scarf, black and red, with his symbol on each end, and an apology note explaining that Mrs Martha Kent would give him something more note worthy but she learned about him way to late to make something better. There was also promise of more worthy gift in near future. Danny knew all that because Conner read it out loud, asking everyone to help him make sense of that. There was only so much they could do.
Other than that, he got some nice flannel shirts from M'gann, quite a few sweets. He also got a book from Danny (it was a sin he didn't read "The Martian" before) and concepts of new hero suits for him, that Sam somehow sneaked between the pages. It was certainly a lot to explain without making anyone angry.
M'gann got two different cook books, that unfortunately didn't include Fenton fudge recipe (Dad was really protective over it), some surprisingly obscure merch from "Hello Megan" and more sweets.
Red Tornado got an apron and few tokens of appreciation, that robot quite liked, as far as Danny could tell.
Martian Manhuter, due to how rarely he visited, was the hardest to pick presents for, which resulted in some general little trinkets.
Danny got night sky projector, which was really cool, and potted plant, for some reason, which, while also cool, because plants are cool (Sam would rekill him if he thought otherwise), he knew far too well, would not survive until July. It wasn't only because he could barely take care of himself, let alone whole ass plant (see also, that one time he either drowned or dried three cacti), but also because of the times ghosts (or home security) attacked him in his room. He was thankful anyway. Maybe it could push him into finally getting some contingencies against that, that’d actually work. After all, it was quite a pretty plant.
By the time they moved to the couch to watch “Die Hard” of all things (it was only DVD that Tucker provided that didn’t have Santa Claus as a prominent character, because of course that little traitor would do that), Danny had to admit that this Christmas was… nice. Enjoyable. Pretty amazing actually. Good enough that he could understand people waiting for it the whole year. He couldn’t tell that he joined their ranks, but he certainly could understand them.
It was also downright exhausting and at some point even dynamic fights of John McClane couldn’t keep his eyes open. It was fine though. He was safe, he was warm, almost squeezed against his friends. It was good place to just relax.
It’s been first time in a long time since he felt that on Christmas.
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I'm not sure if I managed to properly Conner's... whole thing, if he turned out too hostile, let's just say he was still pissed about the whole "wasn't invited to Clark's family gathering" thing and it made him a bit more antsy.
I'm not sure how well I managed to handle it, but I don't want to bash neither Clark nor Conner. They're both victims in this situation and while the way Clark handled it was far from ideal, it's also far from worst he could do and I believe he deserves a bit more grace. In the end, on psychological level he is just human and humans don't always handle being baby trapped perfectly. Maybe I have more understanding towards him because my prefered way of handling conflicts is walking out and locking myself in my room, but idk. Maybe I'm capable of more coherent explanation when it's not 3:44 AM
Ginger shenanigans were inspired by my own Christmas preparation adventures, when I was making bread dough for the Christmas Eve and decided to add rosemary to make it more ✨festive✨ and got really attached to the idea. My mom agreed, then it turned out we didn't have any, then I went to the shop like twenty minutes before it closed at 11PM so at least one guy was there to replenish his alcohol suplies. My mom called to tell me to also buy some powdered garlic and beetroot. Turned out we had rosemary at home. At shop I only found garlic. I also brought energy drink, because I was tired but had more stuff to do and some snacks just because.
Bread turned out pretty good.
I sincerely believe if I was solely responsible of making gingerbread, I would forget to get ginger (or like, to fit with "it's in the name" thing, pepper, because in Polish it's "piernik")
I'm really sorry if the drop in quality by the end is noticable, if this thing stayed unfinished whole another year i'd do something I'd regret later.
#dpxdc#dp x dc#dc x dp#dcxdp#by the way Dani is fine#she is in Atlantis after she helped beached whale back into the ocean#her phone is water proof but was not made to get reception at the ocean floor#but two days after Christmas Danny will get message from Kaldur's phone that'll read#Dani here; I'm fine got invited to sea kingdom and-#-it's amazing bye#to be honest it was quite curious thing to have#mostly because despite both Poland and US being part of the Western culture there are quite a few differences#and I can do all the research I want (I suck at in-depth research)#there is no way in hell I'll understand it#especially considering my family is practicing Catholic and Poland historically is Catholic so our traditions are heavily affected#anyway feel free to yell at me if I fucked up representing American Christmas spirit and the way it would look in a friend group#and feel free to ask if you're curious about Polish traditions if you want#sorry for not including team gift exchange#I have no energy to think about what they could get for each other#feel free to write it yourself if you want to#I'd love to read it#christmas#christmas fic#wandixx writes#have a nice day dear stranger who got to this part
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Hey remember that time the Sharlayans introduced invasive species to Dravania and then just ran off and left them there?
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I think we should put Bond in more "normal people" situations where like sure his spy-training social mimicry can get him by, but there's still a limit to what that can do and he will have to defer to Q to actually successfully navigate the situation due to his own lack of real-world experience and like, context with said situation.
#00q#things like. oh god what DO you bring to the in-laws on the holiday and how does one comport oneself and-#I also like the idea that Bond gets into his head that he's gonna take Q on a perfectly normal regular people date for once#and it's gonna be great it's gonna be perfect- he had a lot of research to do#he should get his ideas from tv shows and movies and online suggestions I think it would be great#Q: ........ how am I the more soft-skills-adept one in this situation- you know what okay yeah let's go to a fair#there's a fic where Q is going over his budget I think and Bond is like arent you rather well off or whatever#and Q is like sure but I like to know where it goes. what about you? and like Bond has no clue cuz he never had to do normal-people things#like considering his finances or like. a retirement plan
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Psssst Mp100 fandom could I interest you in niche worldbuilding concepts (spiritual disease)
#cuckoo's eggs on an empty nest#<- this is the spirit from the fic project! poor spirits and such workforce are going to suffer so much#I still have a lot to work on about this concept (and research about the spirits in the MP100 universe) but things looks interesting so far#mp100#mob psycho 100#mp100 oc#lalarts
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i need more episodes about adrien just trying new things and gradually figuring out what he wants to spend his time doing, what classes and hobbies he genuinely enjoys, and then eventually, what he'd like to pursue professionally. i never really thought about running before sublimation and while i still don't think that's actually his passion, i love that he connected the act of running to the freedom and joy he gets when he's being chat noir, running around paris saving people. one of my favorite things about adrien that a lot of people in fandom especially in fics miss is that just because he's decent or even great at several things doesn't mean he has a personal connection to that thing. in early ml he was acting in his friends' student films, playing sports to different results, fencing with his friends, participating in band, even modeling for fun. in climatiqueen, he discovered he was decent at drawing, a mess with labwork, quick with languages (no surprise there), and v new to baking—all things he could improve upon but nothing that made him feel passion. but he specified the reason he had fun trying those things wasn't the things themselves but because he was doing them with marinette, same as before when he took skills he was forced to acquire by his father and re-utilized them to hang out with his friends despite not feeling a personal connection to any of those hobbies or talents. i don't know if the show plans on him discovering this soon (they're sooooo young, i hate that he is even stressing about this just because his friends are not normal and because the french school system has most people declare their course of study in lycée) but i'm just excited to see him branch out and try new things and get the life experience he was denied when he was younger.
and running away from the agreste manor (where he was confined and forced to be a perfect mold) as his first step toward self discovery? brilliant imagery.
#adrien agreste#ml spoilers#ml s6 spoilers#miraculous#miraculous ladybug#i don't know exactly where they'll go from here but my guess is “running” isn't going to lead to adrien pursuing track & field seriously#but rather that the reason he went from realizing he LOVES being chat noir more than anything else to running is that sense of freedom and#adrenaline rush he gets in battle. (running is like the first thing he's doing solely because he likes the way he feels when he does it#so there's no way they'll make him do it competitively the way sublime does because that's the kind of thing his father did:#all his hobbies and skills had to serve a purpose and serve as an example of him being exceptional#i'm excited for him to just do things because he likes them and maybe eventually find something he wants to dedicate his life to from there#looking at the other things he enjoys (not the activities themselves but lending his talents to his friends so they can pursue their own#interests and dreams) and the general sense that part of what he's gotta love about being chat noir is being able to actually help people#that it makes him feel more fulfilled than merely being some kind of celebrity model or actor or musician#i feel like whatever his true passion is has to combine that rush of freedom with that act of service#i've actually never read a fic where his true calling is something like this over being a (depressed) celeb in a career he hates#(maybe the ones that have him pursue teaching rather than just science for research or knowledge's sake)#so i'm soooo curious about this even if it (realistically!) doesn't happen in this one season#mildly related but mentioned it offhand in another post but adrien taking ancient greek just for the hell of it makes me so happy#like that's my bby nerd trying all things even if none of his friends have any interest in those subjects ilhsm
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Warning!! This post may contain spoilers for those who haven't played Veilguard yet! This turned out a lot longer than I thought, but I'm discussing the theory that Rook is a spirit.
I know that there are issues with the writing and any theory is not created to make those issues get swept under the rug. This theory is meant to be fun, and I would like to talk about it.
I'm thinking about the "Rook is a spirit" theory I saw on twitter/x. This theory often rotates in my head often, and I think that it's so interesting.
Like, listen. I understand that narratively it would be complicated to insert into what we know is Dragon Age Veilguard. Someone brought up the fact that it would be a strange thing because wouldn't Emmrich know that Rook is a spirit the way that he knows Lucanis has Spite?
But the theory that cadhalash paints for us is the fact that Varric was for Rook what the Rook is for the companions.
"Help them with their personal problems and talk to them about their feelings, but never ask Rook how they're doing. Or if they need anything. In codex memos we learn the companions have potlucks and book clubs but Rook is not invited. We learn at the end that Varric wasn't really there... What if Rook wasn't either? There's tons of chat about this idea now with other examples of Rook being compared to a spirit in the game. Very interesting and fun!" -cadhalash
There could be the very huge chance that Emmrich would recognize Rook as a spirit, but what about a spirit made flesh?
Think about Cole's banter with Blackwall, for example:
Blackwall: How does a spirit become flesh anyway?
Cole: I don't know. How does a Warden become Grey?
It may seem like a reach, but to me, it makes sense. Cole chose to become human because that was the shape that would help, which he says in a banter with Varric.
Varric: So, Kid, why human?
Cole: It was the shape that would help.
Varric: Huh. Most people don't pick a shape. I guess I was hoping for something deeper with that question.
Cole: It had to be him. But harmless. The him he wanted that wouldn't hurt.
Varric: Well that's... deeper. I think.
You may be thinking, "Hey, Atlas. That might be a little reaching, don't you think?"
Well, yes. Applauding the people that caught onto Solas in the Dragon Age Fandom years and years ago now because you all were on the nose about him being a worm (spirit). But considering what we know from Dragon Age as a whole, it could be possible that Rook is too a spirit of a different kind.
We know that Emmrich can sense Spite. We know that Emmrich can talk directly to Spite. But what if Rook was more like Cole? Would Emmrich's ability to speak to spirits or sense them so close apply?
I would say, that depends on the type of Spirit that Rook would be, right? This has a lot of wiggle room for what you think your Rook would be as a spirit?
From the Wiki:
Spirits lack imagination and creativity; everything they make is based off something made by mortals. Whether benevolent or malevolent, most spirits cannot help but mine a Fade visitor's mind for their thoughts and memories. They then mimic the pieces of life they see by shaping the Fade into various realms that cater to the unconscious desires of the living, providing experiences to the sleeping that become their "dreams."
And the Spirits listed:
Command, Compassion (Cole), Courage, Curiosity (Manfred), Duty, Faith (Wynne), Honor, Hope, Justice(Anders), Learning, Love, Perseverance, Purpose, Valor, Wisdom (Solas).
(We know from Veilguard that Spite is referred to as a spirit of Determination/ mentioned in a data mine, Passion.)
For the sake of the theory, let's say that Emmrich would get an inkling. A prickling feeling even that he knows that there's a spirit near by and would chalk it up to being Manfred because he would know that, right? But then there's Spite. How big of an energy read does Emmrich get from Lucanis to immediately go, 'Yeah, you've got a tag along and I'm sorry it wasn't a willing possession'.
So, how would it get unnoticed by Emmrich, the resident Fade Expert?
Well... Reading further down said wiki page, we find this:
As Rhys puts it in a dialogue with Cole, "being important makes you real". (Asundered reference, I believe?)
Being important makes you real. Rook becomes the 'leader' when Varric gets hurt at the beginning of the game. For the entirety of the game, as Rook, you have to build a team to fight ancient elvhen gods. Rook has to be what Varric was, pulling people that Solas didn't know into trying to save the world from going to shit.
Rook was given a purpose. To save the world.
Regardless of how Rook is perceived, they are in charge. They are in a position that they didn't want, probably was expecting to go home after dealing with this Dread Wolf that they were recruited to stop, and now... They're given a role that would make them important. And as before being important makes you real.
Could Rook be something akin to Cole rather something like Spite or other spirits that we know in Veilguard?
Here's another thing: Solas.
Yes, we are talking about the egg. I'll try to keep this as coherent as possible. We know that Solas didn't want to come from the Fade to be a human (another discussion for another time). We learn that Solas was a spirit of Wisdom, whose Wisdom was twisted into a weapon and forced to do things that stripped Solas of what he wanted to keep for himself. To remain as Wisdom.
This makes it interesting if we add to the fact that Rook could choose to outsmart Solas. Because at that pivotal moment, Solas was Pride. On his pride, it was always the sword he would fall on.
Say what you will about the trick ending, but this is something that shouldn't be glossed over. Being outsmarted by Rook, Solas says, "I am a fool... Who has met his match."
Met his match. This also might be another case of reaching, but it's interesting phrasing from someone who tells clever half-truths and never quite lies. Being tricked by Rook out of pure wits alone. Something that he thought he succeeded in.
What does this have to do with spirits?
Solas, who was brought out of the Fade to take a body to join the elves in a fight against the Titans. Solas, who crafted the lyrium dagger to sunder the Titans from their dreams in hopes of stopping the war. Solas, who created the blight from the Titans' severed dreams. Solas, who started a rebellion against the ancient elvhen gods who abused their power.
Rook, who was brought onto a job to stop the Dread Wolf. Rook, who disrupted the ritual in hopes of stopping Solas. Rook, who started a double blight from freeing these ancient elvhen gods. Rook, who has to build a team to stop these ancient elven gods.
I would say, in spirit, Rook is a mirror of Solas. I'm not saying Rook is wise like Solas or anything like that. But there is something about Rook being Solas' mirror that could fold into Rook being a Spirit of Reflection.
This is just something that comes to mind. Rooks helps Taash discover their identity, helps Emmrich deal with his fear of mortality, helps Neve protect Dock Town, helps Bellara with Cyrian, helps Harding with the Titans, helps Davrin with the griffons, and helps Lucanis with Spite. (Generalized, all choice dependent.) These are reflections of the companions. These are reflections of the people that Rook had brought together to save the world.
It could easily be written off because we're not entirely sure how many spirits there are, but I digress.
Of course, that too would beg the question of how it would apply to all Rooks from all backgrounds?
Let's take a look at the ones that make me think.
Shadow Dragon Rook
The foundling Rook was adopted into a military family and joined the Shadow Dragons to fight from the shadows for change in Minrathous.
We learn in a dialogue with Tarquin that a Shadow Dragon Rook was found on a battlefield by the Mercar family.
Now with this little bit of dialogue, it makes me (personally) think back to what Solas says about him walking the Fade and seeing ancient battlefields where spirits reenact wars from the other side of the Veil. There could have been spirits that were there during this battle where SD Rook was found. (It also kinda reminds me of Loki being found by Odin and raised in Asgard. Don't come for me, I've only watched the movies.)
For the sake of theory, say that a spirit that would have looked over a SD Rook before they were found by the Mercars. Thinking about it, it reminds me of how Cole (the mage) was watched over by Compassion and then Compassion took a shape that would help.
A spirit (in Spite's case) can be drawn to a person, yes? As Determination, we know that Spite was drawn to Lucanis' determination to live or something of the like. (I will live to spite you, essentially.)
Mourn Watch Rook
Discovered by undead inside a Grand Necropolis tomb as an infant, Rook was raised by Mourn Watch necromancers, eventually joining the order.
Relating back to the Muttering Undead that is in a coffin on the path from Emmrich's recruitment:
Stumbling… The steps. Skeletons saw… Oh no choice. Had to be brave… Had to be brave… Too late to cry… Save the (girl, boy, baby) with the grave.
This is a little more open ended. We know nothing about Ingellvar beyond that. We don't know where they came from, only that they were found inside a tomb. It makes me scratch my head.
We know that it's a custom in Nevarra that a spirit could reanimate a skeleton, essentially, and bring some part of their consciousness from back across the Veil. We see that Manfred, when you choose to bring him back, is brought back from across the Veil and returns with magic.
Sure, it's not the same thing as building a body out of Titan's blood, but the idea that the spirits that became the Evanuris are the best of the physical and the Fade offers up to the idea that they were going to have magic anyway when they crossed the Veil. Only lyrium gave them more power than I think that they knew what to do with.
I make this point from the perspective that Mourn Watchers are typically necromancers. They are almost always close to places where the Veil is thin enough for a spirit to come across and possessing a body in a sense.
When it comes to the Muttering Undead, I don't know who that could have been or what they were doing in the Necropolis. But it's clear that they were determined to save Mourn Watch Rook, and they were the one that put Rook in the tomb.
This one makes me scratch my head because it's so broad and vague. For the theory that Rook is a spirit, this is the origin/background/faction that lends itself to the idea because in Nevarra they revere and respect their dead with the ability to raise the corpses to continue contributing to the Grand Necropolis. But we're talking about a wee baby Rook growing up in the Necropolis. Could it be possible that the saving of Rook is more spirit in a tomb?
The last things I would like to touch on.
Dialogue with Harding (her romance I believe?) :
Harding: I've seen spirits leave the Fade and become real people. (COLE!!!)
Rook: You think I could be a spirit in disguise?
Harding: It isn't malicous. They're just drawn to strong emotion. And then...one day, real people.
Rook: I think I'm really me, and I'm really here.
This is why I mentioned Cole earlier.
And the absence of Rook in the Veilguard mural is brought up in the theory as well. Rook's absence on the mural strikes me as odd. Because yes, the companions would be a main focus in the stories that would follow them. But what about Rook, the person who brought these vastly different people together and saved the world? Not there. Were they ever there?
Much to think about.
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