#their dynamic was more interesting in the 90s

[jewishcissiekj]

ok so I have many thoughts about the 90s Psylocke-Revanche storyline but first and foremost they were both victims. neither Kwannon nor Betsy chose to be a part of this whole thing. Betsy went into the Siege Perilous willingly, but she had no way of knowing what she was getting into. Kwannon was thrown into it all as she was dying. they didn't choose the change, and their identities following the change were tangled and mixed. neither can be blamed for what happened. Spiral, Matsu'o Tsurayaba, and Nyoirin, however can and should be blamed. it was a collaborative effort, but very much not the Psylockes'.

[cruelplatonic]

my personal headcanon is the vees were unremarkable nobodies when they were alive. i just love it as a thematic throughline for them. they love to let the public of hell speculate on them being famed and acclaimed since before death, but the the truth is they were a d-list failed influencer that got by on cheap controversey and scamming, a broke junkie who burned every shaky bridge he ever had, and a worn-out broadcast production assistant with more rejected auditions and tossed out script pitches than he could count. nobody missed them when they were gone, nobody cared who they were until they were dead.

[fire-in-my-woods]

Will never not think about the potential LIS 1 would've had if Rachel and Chloe's roles were reversed

[ccbatman]

actually so evil how much of hal's internal world gets obliterated with the rewriting of his relationships with jessica and martin.

[allthislove]

This is an excerpt from the book I'm writing about Anansi & Hermes, but you could also think of it as an IWTV (AMC) AU. These beautiful monsters definitely inspired me a lot. If you like supernatural stuff, mythology, queer romance, and the like, this book will be for you!

Just in case it wasn't clear:

Hermes - Sam

Anansi - Jacob

“What are you doing?” Hermes asked warmly as he stepped into Anansi’s small kitchen, the handsome young form he’d taken on covertly working over the counter, his back to Hermes. Andre, he was calling himself. Andre, after the legendary African-American actor who had portrayed Hermes so wonderfully in a hit Broadway show. Hermes couldn’t help but be warmed by the choice of name. Hermes had noticed the connection, the first time he heard Anansi introduce himself as Andre. It was the day after their first night together, rekindling what they’d always known was inevitable. Their bond. Their need for each other. More than just love— some invisible tie that bound them to one another, always leading them home to the other’s arms. Then, he realized that Andre was the name Anansi had been using since he’d started his life in New York just a couple of years earlier, the name printed on his documents, on his New York State ID card. He’d wanted to ask Anansi about it– if he was right about the name’s origin. Anansi never usually put much thought into his names, just choosing things that sounded nice and fit the era and the place. But Anansi confirmed it for him casually one day as if the Spider could sense Hermes’ curiosity.

Now, Hermes’ curiosity was piqued by the odd behavior of the Spider in his humble NYC kitchen, his slim body pressed against the counter, his shoulders hunched forward just slightly and his head tilted forward with a kind of focus. Hermes pressed forward into the kitchen, and his eyes caught a glimpse of something metallic in Anansi’s hand. It was a kitchen knife, the kind with a black handle and a stainless steel blade that you might buy at a discount from a big box store. Unremarkable in every way. Anansi, though, was pressing the blade into his all-too-human wrist, and he sliced it easily, the blood seeping from the wound and halfway filling a small glass jar that was placed on the counter in front of him. Hermes swiftly took the knife from him, his godly hand grasping Andre’s wrist and healing it immediately. Their eyes met. Andre seemed startled by Hermes’ speed as much as he seemed ashamed to have been caught.

“What are you doing?” Hermes repeated, this time exasperated– horrified by what he’d witnessed. Surely, Anansi hadn’t brought him to this life, to Andre, only to end things. No mortal death ended Anansi for long. He shed human personas like a second skin, and easily crawled into the next one as if the previous had never existed. But Hermes had never seen him end one on purpose.

“Never mind,” Andre said, his brown eyes shifting back to his task as he took his wrist away from Hermes pointedly. Those were the words he’d repeat when he was doing something magical that he didn’t want to explain, but Hermes hated the dismissiveness. He was a God of Olympus. He dealt in shadows and cunning just as much as Anansi did– maybe more, if he allowed himself to be honest about it. He stood just behind Andre’s shoulder, and he watched him take the bloody knife and reopen the wound, the young man only wincing a bit as if the pain of the blade was nothing more than a mild annoyance.

“Andre will die, Anansi–”

“He won’t. Never mind,” Andre said evenly. Hermes watched as Andre drained blood from his wrist into the jar again. When the jar was full, Andre pushed his bloody wrist into his mouth and fumbled for the jar’s lid.

“Why are you collecting a jar of your blood?” Hermes asked. The blood shimmered like rubies. Anansi’s blood wasn’t golden, the way an Olympian’s blood was. It was red, like them. Like the humans. But the divinity of his birth was still evident in it. Humans had deep red blood that was beautiful but mundane in its shade and consistency. Anansi’s blood almost glowed, and it seemed to shimmer like so many galaxies caught in a jar.

“Never mind, Messenger,” Andre muttered around his wrist, his mouth bloodied from the wound that hadn’t stopped bleeding, that ruby blood seeping over his pinkish-brown lips. Hermes sighed, and he took Andre’s forearm in his hand, easing the wounded wrist away from Andre’s mouth and he covered the wound with his hand, healing it. Their eyes met again, and Andre nodded a bit to thank him.

“The wrist,” Hermes said, “is a great place to get a good blood flow, but it’s difficult to stop the bleeding. There are arteries there–”

“I know,” Andre said evenly.

“It’s why they do it when they’re tired of living,” Hermes said pointedly. Andre scoffed.

“I never tire of living, Hermes,” Andre said evenly. Hermes swiped the blood from his lips and chin, his thumb lingering on Andre’s beautiful brown face. “If I don’t give him blood, he’ll lock me away. And you know I can’t live as a caged bird.”

“Who?” Hermes perked a brow.

“I’ve said ‘never mind’ three times, my love,” Andre replied curtly. He picked up the bloody knife and stepped over to the sink, rinsing it. “Not everything is the concern of your kind. Clean the counter for me, will ya, Merc?” Hermes scoffed at the old nickname, but he cleaned the blood from the counter with a wave of his hand. 

“Is this ‘he’... someone I should be concerned about?” Hermes asked casually, trying not to sound as worried as he felt. Anansi sometimes played with things he shouldn’t. Old things. Things that even the gods didn’t truly understand. Andre gave him a look, and Hermes fought a smile. “I know. ‘Never mind.’ But I do mind, Anansi.”

“All will be well as long as he gets his jar of blood,” Andre said evenly. “If I’m gone for a few days, don’t you worry bout me, lover.”

“Gone? With him?” Hermes inferred, and he studied Andre, watching his head nod, his long locs dancing against his back as he did. “Spider.”

“Mmm,” Andre put the cleaned knife on the counter beside the sink and he grasped his jar of blood, capping it up tightly. 

“Are you bound by something?” Hermes asked, barely hiding his concern.

“Ain’t that deep,” Andre said swiftly. He glanced at Hermes, and he smiled at him, holding up his jar of ruby blood, in it, shimmering galaxies of his divinity.

[instinctsxbad]

*scratching at the walls thinking about how no one has adapted Peter’s college arcs in a consistent and satisfying way.*

[lou-syd]

I think Sophie "I was One in Five. The strongest. The first killed. The first betrayed" Cuckoo and Jason "I don't know what clouds your judgment worse, your guilt or your antiquated sense of morality" Todd should be friends.

Also

[jrueships]

who would you most like to read jrue being paired with in a fic?

Me .

[pynkhues]

Ok u mentioned this a while ago but i scrolled thru the wlw/white loving white (lmao) tag and god yeah. the way simone was immediately dismissed was unsurprising but still disappointing. like yeah she’ll never know what happened in the forest blah blah but people were shitting on her from episode one. and i don’t find van interesting in the least so it extra bothered me that simone got tossed aside for this nothing ass woman like at least the fans that ship her with shauna are going for something fun lmao. also yes tai was handled so badly but then again i got bored of s2 in general so

Oh ho ho, anon, you don't want to get me started on this, haha, I feel like I could write essays about the nosedive in quality with Yellowjackets s2, but Taissa's arc is one I think I could write a book on.

I am baffled by how the show has handled both Simone and Sammy too, especially because I think Simone has one of the most compelling and rich positions on the show. She's not like Jeff or even Kevyn, who operate in this space of their own arrested development as a result of their tangential trauma from the crash. She's a complete outsider, a woman who was allowed to grow up, to come of age the way she should have, but she's also the only one who's married and had a child with someone who slips out of their own mind.

Taissa is not Shauna, her response to the trauma she experienced has manifested in her uniquely, and to argue that the only person who can understand or speak to the monstrosity of that is the equivalent of your highschool girlfriend is - sorry - snooze! Boring! You have Simone right there, a woman who chose Taissa in the aftermath of that reality, who already protects her and performs at her side in a public life, to explore the depths of that choice and that love when she can never really understand it, to know that this woman beside you is the other mother of your child but also shares a body with something that might be dangerous to that child offers so much narrative potential.

Simone is caught between supporting and caring for the woman that she loves and protecting the child she shares with her, while navigating a trauma she can't ever fully understand and a life that's increasingly in the public eye because of that woman, and the writers were just like ? Nah, actually? Let's ignore all that and go track down your highschool girlfriend who runs a video store for some reason? I just - -

[bandtrees]

i know it’s because serirei as a ship exists in part because people just like reigen and getting someone to ship with him is a way to express that, like the reigen feelings came before the ship, and people like to make their popular favs angsty and sad... 

...but it’s SO funny to me that out of the two of them, reigen gets the “troubled mentally ill guy with baggage who’s comforted by his partner” treatment. as if serizawa isn’t the most traumatized character ever put to animation

[red-dyed-sarumane]

every time i interact with an angel post while i have tenshi as my icon i get so frustrated over how "fork found in kitchen" it is. like yeah u would like the angsty or complex story or art ideas wouldnt u. & then im mad bc yeah. i do. and i cant even argue it bc i do.

[discoreptile]

Beasties of Greenhollow soundtrack! Some tracks on this are from older projects like elphame but all of them have been reworked in some way. Most of them are entirely new. Enjoy!

[cowboysmp3]

i do greatly enjoy that they referenced little my and snufkin being siblings in Moominvalley i feel like that dynamic was mostly ignored in Moomins 1990

[2hoothoots]

You really made me love Raz x Lili x Dogen, but where'd you get the idea for it? Raz x Lili is already in the but where did Dogen come from?

hahaha, i can't take credit for it! I'd seen the ship floating around a little way back before the pn2 announcement (especially raz/dogen) and was like. aww. that's cute :) anyway like a sleeper agent code it burrowed into my brain and when the fandom started picking up steam again and i started developing my future au it was Activated and, well, the rest is history

i can talk about why i (personally) got so drawn to the ship, though! a part of it is just the childhood friends to lovers thing, I'm such a sucker for that trope, always have been haha. the raz/dogen friendship in PN1 is adorable, obviously, but i also like to expand on lili/dogen as being old family friends (esp with what we learn about the boole family in pn2). they're both known and judged by who their families are, rather than as individuals, and growing up steeped in that legacy shaped both of them in different ways. i think all three of them are kind of outcasts in different ways, and i think there's a real poetry in them finding solidarity in each other.

dogen's just such a charming character, also! i love that guy. three is a great number for a dynamic, and i think even before I really shipped them i liked the underlying trio dynamic there. they make such a cool team, they all play off each other in really different ways, and i think dogen in particular shines when he's put next to much more outgoing characters like raz and lili. he's little and fat and anxious and doesn't talk much and can explode people with his head when he gets mad, and i wanted to give him some time in the spotlight and the trio is just the perfect dynamic to slot him into imo!

and then just, poly relationships are great, what can i say. i'm a queer nerd and I know loads of people in different kinds of poly or open relationships, and that was something i wanted to explore in my art as well. i'm basically aroace but i find relationship dynamics such an interesting thing to poke at – they're so different for different people, and the more I started developing these three as adults the more i started thinking about their relationships, their orientations, and shipping became a really interesting lens for me to explore all that through as well!

[kandicon]

*through gritted teeth* there is no shame in tagging a for fun fic with the fandom tag of multiple continuities. Mixing continuities can't hurt me

[fellhellion]

granted this is just me applying some broad strokes of the 90s backstory to miguel's movie iteration and this may just end up unapplicable but idk. i honestly think there's something really interesting to be mined from the entire thing with gabriella not just being about desiring a fantasy of a happy family life, but also being an opportunity to genuinely grapple with miguel's relationship w fatherhood, both regarding himself and the fathers in his life. something something never being able to envision yourself as a father or perhaps not even considering that it could be something you wanted until you saw a mirror of yourself do it and be so happy with that in his life.