#then after that it was just a butterfly effect where people just kinda ended up there and got cursed

[hecksupremechips]

A thing I really appreciate about the letter vn is that it doesn’t fall into that trope where the characters are idiots who go into the obviously haunted mansion for shits and giggles, but rather they’re just normal people who happened to fall victim to a curse

[thelov3lybookworm]

Remember me? (Part 17)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16

Summary: Under the Mountain, Y/n met the High Lord of the Night Court, Rhysand. She was scared of him, but soon she found out that he wasn't who he pretended to be. Despite her efforts at not falling in love with him, she fails. It's not that bad as he loves her back.

But now he's gone, and she's left alone with nothing.

Except for a very adorable reminder of him.

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Tw: secret pregnancy, none more that I can think of, so let me know if I need to add anything.

A/n: eh. i dont know. this was going to be longer, but then i decided to let it be. kinda filler i guess. not much happening.

enjoy!

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The gasps and looks Eris and Y/n's third dance had received would forever be embedded in her mind.

Y/n would have given herself a judging look if she could if she was being honest. She didn't know what she was thinking when she told him she wanted to continue dancing.

Almost an hour after their dance ended, she was still wondering and chastising herself.

People were still looking at her strangely, but that she could not care less about.

Was he asking me to marry him?

Y/n ignored the thought the moment she had it.

Despite her attempts to quell her questions, though, one question kept coming to the forefront of her mind.

Am I in love?

She did not know how to answer, so she either kept trying to stop thinking, or tried to think if she did love him.

Butterflies kept erupting in her stomach, and she desperately tried to stop them from taking flight by washing down several glasses of wine.

Not much help, if she said so herself. But still nonetheless effective in that it made her feel freer. And she felt like she could ignore the others better when she was busy trying to lick the dregs from the bottom of the cup or having a staring match with the few droplets that for some reason refused to leave the cup.

She was not drunk, not by any means. She was just trying to pretend that what happened earlier was planned. Or that it did not matter to her.

A gentle touch to her shoulder brought her out from her current staring match with those bastard droplets that for some reason hated her, and she turned her head around to see who had the audacity to disturb her.

Roland grinned at her, nodding his head towards the raised platforms at the end of the gigantic room where long tables stood with high backed chairs surrounding the length of it. Steam wafted up in tendrils from the food that had been set on them by the servants who now hurried to get out of the way of the haughty autumn court nobles.

There were two platforms, one for all the court nobles, and a higher one for the high lords who would dine together. Only the high lords and a chosen member of their court would sit on the table on the higher platform.

Since Y/n's arrival, two balls had been held. Eris usually chose his highest and most trusted advisor to sit with him in these things. Y/n usually sat at one of the chairs on the lower platforms.

She began to move towards her usual spot when she felt Roland stopping her again. She scowled at Eris's personal guard and oldest friend.

His grin only widened, completely unbothered by her glare, as if she was a harmless little female. She was just about to give him a piece of her mind and show him exactly what she could do when he glanced behind her, trying to contain his smile as he jerked his head to behind her.

She glanced towards where he had nodded to, and found Eris staring at her as he stood next to his chair at the head of the table, his hand on the chair on his right.

Her brows furrowed when she realised his advisor was nowhere nearby.

She glanced around, wondering if he was not attending, but to her surprise, she found him sitting on one of the table on the lower platform, muttering in low tones. By the looks of it, he was not very happy with the seat arrangements.

She turned to Eris questioningly.

He simply pulled out the chair to his right, one that was always reserved for the highest ranking official after the high lord himself.

Only after a moment did she realise that he was waiting for her to sit in it.

Her eyes widening, she looked behind her to Roland, something akin to panic festering under her skin.

He simply nudged her lightly with a hand to her back, and Y/n turned forward again, telling herself she would kill him the first chance she got.

She clutched at the soft, velvety fabric of her skirts as she walked forward, a hush falling over the room as everyone again stared at her as she passed the empty chairs, and then continued on until she stepped onto the higher platform.

At this point, everyone had definitely realised that the high lord had removed the advisor from his normal seat to have someone who was not even a member of the court sit next to him.

She stared at Eris the whole time, wondering what he was playing at.

He did not look away either, simply moving away for her to sit.

He pretended as if nothing happened, toasting to unity of the courts against all evil and things Y/n did not bother to listen to. It was only some courtly bullshit, she knew.

She knew she could not listen and focus even if she tried. She was too busy thinking about what he had done.

After a few moments, everyone dug into the dish. It was a small piece of spiced chicken placed in a crunchy and edible bowl like structure, drizzled with a slightly sweet and sour sauce.

The high lords chatted among themselves. The couple from winter court sat next to Y/n, the lord simply staring at his wife as she chatted with Morrigan, who sat next to her.

Directly across Y/n sat the high lord of day court, his boisterous laugh at something Eris said echoing slightly from the high walls and ceiling of the room. Y/n simply waited, chewing slowly as she contemplated how she would talk to Eris about it.

Eris gave his signature cruel lord smirk to Helion when he said something. Then Helion tuned away to say something to the High lord of dawn court, and Y/n took that as he chance to give Eris a piece of her mind.

She slowly ran her heeled toes against the nearest leg she could find, trying to see if it was Eris. She was sure it was Eris, she was just making sure.

Eris paused his chewing, his eyes moving from his half eaten plate to her. He rose a brow.

If Y/n didn't know better, she would have thought he began blushing too.

She then pulled back her leg, and after waiting a moment, she kicked him. He jerked and jumped in his seat, biting his lip. He tried to recover by pretending nothing happened and taking another bite of the chicken on his plate. After he was sure no one had seen him caught off guard, he glared at Y/n, betrayal swirling in his eyes.

Y/n smiled at him, wide and unrestrained, before she turned back to the last bite that was left on her plate, the sauce having smeared all over.

Eris said nothing as the servants scurried out from their places against the wall to clear up the tables and then bring everyone a bowl of soup. They were silent, their feet hurrying to get their work done and then go and stand in the shadows again, to not be a bother to the elites of the court who already had a problem with the lower faeries existence.

Y/n smiled and softly thanked the bark skinned fae that placed the soup bowl in front of her. The fae seemed shocked for a moment, before they ducked their head and hurried away.

After the people resumed their eating, Y/n turned to Eris, who glanced at her.

She leaned close to him, and he put his head next to hers to listen to her amid the chatter in the room.

"You might as well marry me right now. Or have you already planned to do it?"

A small smirk made its way onto his mouth, and Y/n chided herself for giving him the chance to tease her. "If that is what you want, I would declare my love for you and marry you, right here, right now, my dear."

Y/n's face heated, and she sat back, avoiding his eyes.

For the rest of the dinner and until all the high lords save for the spring high lord and the night court inner circle left, Y/n avoided him like the plague.

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[tokoyamisstuff]

Could we get a fic where the reader is a simp for buggy? Like he overhears them

omg YES! sorry for the wait, I'm not quite satisfied with how it turned out but I still hope you'll enjoy. 💕

Synopsis: Is it just your imagination, or is your captain flirting with you?

Warnings: Tiny bit of insecure Buggy, but otherwise none.

Tags: GN! Reader, a bit of Misunderstanding, not proofread, Reader is downbad for the clown just like me tbh

"And for my next trick, I need a volunteer from the audience!"

The whole circus tent fell dead silent, all hostaged villagers facing the ground in hope not to be chosen. You sat among them, arms crossed in front of your chest and laid back on the chair as Buggy scanned the room.

Actually you had been ordered to keep an eye on your victims, but instead your gaze was permalocked on your captain - especially now that he had tossed away his coat.

Damn.

You bit your lip at the sight of Buggy's skin shimmering softly under the spotlight, highlighting how his muscles flexed as he confidently strode from row to row.

Oh, the things you'd to for him to take off some more clothes...

The clown came to a halt, clearly announcing something yet you were too caught up in some very impure fantasies to notice.

"What's wrong, Y/N? Stagefright?"

The prisoners insincere laugh started at your crewmate's sign, and you automatically went along with it, even though your mind was still currently stuck with adoring this trademark smile of his that made your knees weak even while sitting...

...wait- what the hell did he just say?!

"Y/N?" A severed hand floated in front of your face, waving frantically as it startled you out of your daydream. The man it belonged to followed shortly after, sounding almost worried. "You're alright over here?"

"I- uh, me?" you pointed to yourself with a puzzled expression, all flabbergasted at the situation you suddenly found yourself in. "Why me?"

"You'll see." Buggy winked and you already felt like fainting, dear god how were you supposed to assist him with anything when you couldn't even string together a whole sentence in his presence?

And yet the clown was stubbornly persistent in his demand.

When waving you over wouldn't suffice, he simply grabbed your wrist and practically dragged you from your seat and into the spotlight, his bright grin never faltering.

What shenanigan did he had in mind this time? And why would he want you of all people to help him out?

"A great applause for Y/N - tonight's top act!" You rose an eyebrow, knowing Buggy hated to share the spotlight, let alone give it to someone else...

...yet before you could end your pondering, Buggy took your hand as be bowed down to your height, kissing your knuckles as he looked up to you with an intense stare.

ShitshitshitshitshitSHIT!

Your mind went completely blank, stomach filling to the brim with metaphorical butterflies that made you wanna puke.

The act didn't even start and you already wanted the earth to swallow you before he'd become aware of the effect you had on him.

Buggy's eyes never left yours even when he spinned on his heels and strolling towards a giant wheel. "Our dear Y/N is a very skilled fighter, I'll have you know" he explained and you wondered what it was he wanted to imply...

...until he commanded two of the other performers to strap him to the wheel. "What kind of pirate would I be if I don't prove my fearlessness?"

Does he want you to do what you think he wants you to do? Is he for real?! Fuck, is he crazy? Of course he kinda is, you know him long enough to be sure of that - but does he have a deathwish or something?!

You were mentally debating whether to listen to your fight or flight instinct, however you decided to just walk up and confront him at least about the current matter.

"C-Captain, I can't-"

"Shh." A sole finger of his covered your lips to keep you from refusing. "This is gonna be great. I trust you with my life, sweetheart"

Your eyes widened for a split second as the nickname dropped from his mouth, but before you could make sense of it Buggy pointed somewhere to shoo you away. "The knives are on the barrel next to the entrance...

...Oh, and Y/N? Believe in yourself."

Gosh, hopefully people think you're sweating so much because of the headlights.

Maybe it is a test, you contemplated as you examined the blade in your hand, trying to get a good grip before starting the action. Not exactly a throwing knife, but it'll suffice.

Yeah, you haven't really been useful up until now, at least when it came to the circus.

Of course you worked as hard as everyone else and no one rushed you to find a talent you could show off in here, but sometimes it felt as if you were just not as special as the rest of the crew.

"They'll never understand your worth, Y/N - but I do."

Buggy's words echoed in your head, lifting up your spirits as you remembered the day your paths crossed. Like many of his crew you were an outcast, lonely and misunderstood - until he came along and reduced the town that abused you all those years into rubble and ashes.

Yes, he indeed saved you from a meaningless life. Gave you a home, a family, a purpose. And you'd do everything he'd ask of you to at least repay a fraction of this tremendous debt.

Buggy the Clown was your hero, your idol...

...and the man you had fallen head over heels for from the very start.

You took a deep breath, earning a proud nod of your superior as your stance became serious.

The first knive hit the right side of his forearm. Five more to go.

"C'mon, don't be so soft on me, love. I know you can go closer without doing any harm." Ugh. Your crush sometimes really made you forget how insufferable he can be.

Another, this time right between his legs. "Now that's more like it" he cackled, nervously adding "Be careful with that part, though. Still need it, if you know what I mean."

Would he shut up already instead of making you even more jittery?! Focus, Y/N, focus!

The remaining knives plunged into the wooden wheel easily. One by his foot, one next to his head, one right between his spead fingers.

Buggy wordlessly gesticulated as far as his restrained self could, and you immediately understood - you didn't like the suggestion, however.

Loud gasps mixed with horrified screams as your last blade had pierced his abdomen right in the middle...

...just for him to put himself together as if nothing happened, rushing to your side again through all the turmoil.

You nudged his side, unusually straightforwards for your standards. "I could've hurt you, killed even, idiot!" you scolded him quiet enough that only his ears would perceive.

"Childsplay" he whispered back, and only now you realized just how close his face was to yours. "I just needed to split myself in two before your knive would."

"How could you be so sure about it?"

"I'm an expert at human nature" he bragged cheekily, "And a great duo like us should know each other inside out, right?"

What? A duo, you and him?

Just a few minutes before you were certain that the captain was indifferent to your existence, asides from your function in his crew...

...if only you knew that your feelings for him were the complete opposite of onesided - Buggy was just way more discrete.

Out of a whim, Buggy kissed your cheek before twirling you around., presenting you to the audience one last time. "Another applause for Y/N, our new shining star!" he cheered along with your crewmates, squeezing your hand and bowing down together...

...only for you to flee the scene as soon as your captain released you.

The show went on for another few minutes, with Buggy unable to concentrate ever since you ran away before he could even react.

Of course your crewmates knew very well what was going on. Your not-so-secret crush was basically known amongst the whole team except for the man in question. But they had promised you to keep it to themselves - and honestly, they knew better than to involve themselves into their emotionally instable captain's private life.

After all deeds of the evening were done, the clown rushed backstage, ignoring the celebrating crew inviting him for drinks.

As if he could even think to enjoy himself before making sure you were alright!

"Did I do something wrong?" he still wondered, since all of his efforts were with only the utmost best intent. Maybe he went a little overboard, though.

"Calm down already, would you?" Buggy stopped in his tracks when he heared Cabaji's voice - out of your dressing room.

After he finally got so close to you tonight, this felt like a punch to the gut.

"How can I ever be calm again?!" you blurted out in response, and your captain couldn't help but eavesdrop what this is about.

"He kissed me" you continued, "I-I mean on the cheek, but that counts, right?" Dramatically throwing your hands into the air, you began frantically rubbing your still hot face. "I can never look at him again, ahh!"

Oh.

Guilt started creeping into his heart, alongside an ache that was all too familiar.

How could he have been so blind?

Of course you were just as repulsed and afraid of him as anyone else would. What was he thinking, kissing you just like that? It was the heat of the moment paired with months of unrequited longing, but nonetheless unexcusable.

He needs to apologize and make up for this, no matter how...

...but then, he heared Cabaji's answer.

"Wasn't this exactly what you wanted, though?" Your friend leaned against a wardrobe, half-irritatedly adding "Seriously, I can't listen to you vent about this little crush any longer. Just confess and get it over with, damnit!"

"Little? That's the understatement of the year!" you blurted out, grabbing the green man by the shoulders and shaking him softly. "I swear, this is getting out of hand. If the captain would ask me to suck him off while he's sitting on his throne, I'd gladly accept."

"Ugh, way too much detail" Cabaji shuddered, making you cackle with a bit of glee. "I'll never get this image out of my head."

"Can you blame me?" Without even being aware, your frown turned into a smile as soon as you began talking about Buggy. "The captain is so handsome. He's strong, talented, funny, and incredibly charming as well!"

"...if you're gonna start your usual dialogue, I'd rather leave" he retorted, already picking up and swinging onto his unicycle. "Want to join us, get a drink or something to cheer you up?"

"No, I'm fine dwelling in my self-made misery, thank you." Cabaji smirked at those words, patting your back as means of comfort befor exiting. "Dramaqueen. See you later!"

"Bye." You forced yourself to crack a smile for the man, nodding at him mutely as if to say "I'm gonna be okay."

However, it didn't take long after he left until another knock at your door made you jump.

"Forgot something?" you assumed it was Cabaji again, because who else could you expect while everyone else was partying right now?

No answer.

Sighing, you cocked your head to the direction oft the entrance, ready to cuss someone out...

...and ultimatively almost falling when you saw who was really lurking in the doorframe.

"C-Captain!" you almost yelled in shock, covering your mouth instantly afterwards, out of embarassment.

A smile tugged on the edge of Buggy's lips, his tone unusual gentle as he sheepishly let himself in. "The one and only."

"What-" you stumbled across every syllable, very awkwardly trying to act cool yet panicking on the inside. "Umm, what are you doing here? Drank too much and got lost again? Hahaha...oh god."

Your anxiety skyrocketed with every second passing that he failed to answer - instead chuckling softly at your cringeworthy joke.

"Nope" the clown finally answered, casually dropping down on the bench right next to you. "I'm exactly where I want to be."

"Wh-" Hesitating if you truly wanted to hear the answer, you took a deep breath to get at least a fraction of the composure he'd always, unknowingly, easily stole from you back. "Did you hear us talk?"

"Huh? No, why?" Buggy acted clueless to spare you the embarassment - but oh, if only you knew what thrill was boiling inside of him because of your earlier words. "Badmouthing your captain maybe?"

He winked and you felt yourself tremble in both excitement and relief. "Haha, never! We respect you way too much for that."

Yeah, you still have a chance to not fuck this up entirely!

"What else did you come here for, then?"

The pirate would look anywhere but your eyes, grabbing a random item from the shelf to fidget with, in order to calm then nerves. "Just wanted to congratulate you on the marvellous performance."

"Oh, most of it wasn't my work, right?" Not daring to look at him, you nervously rubbed the back of your head. "I-I mean I could only shine because your light shines so brightly"

Ohmygodwhatthehelldidyoujustsay?! This is the worst...

...or is it?

Stroking his ego like this is dangerous if you intended to keep your pants on tonight, or so he thought.

"My dear, I guarantee you: Together our star shines even brighter as the sun." Buggy would take both of your hands into his much bigger ones, his watercolor eyes scanning your face for any reaction. "As matter of fact, I want you to always be at my side from now on."

In the show, right? RIGHT?!

A chill ran down your spine when you felt Buggy's warm breath on your ear, his lips only inches away from yours. "What are you thinking about, love?"

Hellshitfuckohmygodisthisreallyhappening?!

"...you did hear us."

Even though he found your little pout adorable, Buggy couldn't help the outburst of laughter, seemingly enjoying your annoyance to the effect he had on you...

...well, it certainly fits his character. Asshole.

"Maybe so." A mixture of mischief and genuine joy was written on his face, managing to turn your frown into an almost-smile. "Would it be that bad?"

"Depends on-"

The man wouldn't even leave time to finish your answer before he pulled you into his lap, now grinning from ear to ear.

"You know, maybe it's time for a more private aftershow-party..."

[rowanisawriter]

10 years, 10 stories

2024 is my 10th year on ao3. i’ve been writing for a lot longer than that and have had some years where i didn’t write anything at all. in a way ao3 is like a timeline for me or a diary, i can track my adult life with it. i wanted to pull like 10 stories that i’ve written over the course of these past 10 years that i think kinda define me

1. fantasy and fallacy (young justice/dc)

this isn’t my most popular young justice fic but it is my favorite. i wrote it a long long time ago and copied it into ao3 when i first got my account. looking back on it now it’s when i started developing what i think is now my true writing voice, focus on emotions and atmosphere rather than dialogue or plot strictly speaking

2. runner (assassin’s creed)

this is the first thing i wrote that felt experimental, free form before i understood what that really meant. i write like this all the time now and love it, but it felt really novel to me at the time

3. lucky one (avatar/legend of korra)

i’m still proud of this fic, i always remember the feeling i had writing it, how i was exploring something really emotional and strange. it’s about the relationship between siblings, jealousy, maybe even hatred. i have a complicated relationship with my own siblings and this story helped me untangle some of the feelings back when i was in the middle of it

4. heretic (bg3)

this story connects a lot of my favorite things about my writing—religious themes, selfish and power hungry characters, flowing and rhythmic prose, it feels like one of The stories for me tbh

5. self aware (mass effect)

i think this is my most important story because i wrote it after a 6 year writing break, when i had completely given up on ever writing anything again. i had just had my baby, i was fighting for my life with post partum depression, covid etc, it felt like the world was ending. so i wrote this and in some ways it fixed me, it fixed everything

6. butterflies (dragon age)

i’ve written so many dragon age fics but this one is important because it was my first multichap ever! i realize now i like these short multichaps where each chapter has its own theme (usually the chapter title) and now i do this all the time but butterflies was the first

7. real world (stardew valley)

not sure where this one came from lol i have a lot of feelings about being a parent, about the life i chose when i became a parent, how tiring it is, how unprepared i was even though i wanted it, all of that is distilled into this fic that i very much wrote for myself

8. starry-eyed (bg3)

i like to read poetry but haven’t written any before, so i try to infuse my writing with the rhythmic style i like to see in poetry. starry-eyed feels like it hit that rhythm i look for while still holding onto some semblance of plot lol i’m very proud of it

9. the fall (hades)

weird writing, allegory, symbolism, mythology, these are my favorite things to read and it just so happens the bible is full of that lol so i rewrote lucifer’s fall as a short thanzag fic and rereading it now feels so natural, i feel like i was born to write like this

10. glass slipper (classics)

i usually prewrite an entire story before posting it. for this one, i had about half down and a vague outline for the rest and it was an experiment kind of, to post and just go with the flow, and it worked, i didn’t abandon it, i felt connected to it the whole time while people read and liked it, and now i feel like i trust myself more as a writer tbh

[emmetverse]

Timelines are delicate things, aren't they? The smallest thing can cause immeasurable changes between worlds. The details of a plan, the location of a room... People call it the Butterfly Effect, I suppose.

There's a place people go when their worlds give up on them. When the universe doesn't want them anymore, when the timelines trickle out and die, but the people are just a little too stubborn to give up. It's not the best place, it's not the worst place. Whether or not it's better than death is up to you. The important part is that they're surviving.

And.. They have internet connection?

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All of them are called Emmet, of course, but that would get confusing quickly. Instead, they rely on nicknames:

𐰬 Em, what you would call the 'canon Emmet'. His universe has some differences from the original. Nothing that really changes anything.

✲ Spark, from a world where magic is very much real. The nickname was originally Sparkly Fingers but that's a bit of a mouthful.

≜ Threes, or simply Three, a cyborg who lost a chunk of their body when the Kragle exploded. Sometimes it's a good thing when the plan doesn't work first time.

𐲱 Roach, a man who was stuck on the dust planet Undar for... Well, time doesn't matter anymore. He's the kind of guy who lives in the wall. Literally.

⊡ Rex, who woke up here after 'back-to-the-futuring'. Not much is known about him. He seems to be the canon Rex, or at least very similar, but...

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No NSFW, shippy, or suggestive anything. I'm an adult.

It might take a while to get to asks. I'm just one guy!

Please don't vent in asks/dms.

Rude asks are ok, but please be aware that they'll be rude back, and I might just end up ignoring you if it goes too far.

Any of the characters are availble to answer asks! Some are more talkative than others, so if you want a specific character to answer something, please say so!

All the characters here are related to fics I've written, but haven't necessarily finished, or even started posting. If you care about spoilers for them then this is your warning.

Canon, AU, and OOC asks are all welcome. They'll be answered in character unless you particularly want an admin response.

My DMs are open if anyone wants to plot >:)

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A couple of extra bits that I want to specify

I know Roach's tag thing is messed up on mobile, that was intentional. He's a bug! Em's wasn't, but I'm too lazy to edit it now, and I like that it's the same as Rex's...

I also kinda hate my username but whatever we ball

Void was originally meant to be my mun tag but we're a bit beyond that and I love it >:D

The art in this blog is done in FireAlpaca, and the funky font used in these posts is Pagga from Ascii Art Archive

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[slytherinshua]

YOUNG LOVE

genre. fluff. warnings. kissing. a little flirting. food mention (ice cream). pairing. harua x reader. wc. 882. a/n. from this request for lovely @haecien to feed the ever-growing &teamie delusions.

“Really? You got vanilla?” You asked, raising an eyebrow as your boyfriend walked back with two cones in his hand. Chocolate for you and vanilla for him.

“Come on, it’s not that different than chocolate! You got a basic flavour too!” Harua complained, handing you your cone.

You licked it, smiling at the rich flavour of the dutch chocolate, “At least chocolate is more interesting than vanilla.”

Harua frowned, “Stop the vanilla hate.”

You laughed, “Okay, okay. I’ll forgive my basic boyfriend ‘cause I love him.”

Harua’s cheeks flushed at the comment even though he wanted to argue that he is far from basic. It’s the exact reaction you expected from him and it makes you smile. His cheeks always flush when you tell him you love him. You almost wonder if there’ll be a day when he can still act cool and collected when you say those 3 simple words, but you know it’ll never be any time soon. It’s been months since you first said it to him and he still gets flustered every time.

You’re sure it must be some magic charm that Harua has, because even after years of having a crush on him, and over a year of dating, it feels like you’ve only just fallen for him. You still feel butterflies in your stomach and your heart racing like crazy when he does something. And you still have the same effect on him that you always have. Loving Harua feels like it’ll never get old, like the feeling of young love will last forever. 

“What are you thinking about?” Harua asks, breaking you from your trance of licking your ice cream and admiring him as if he was hypnotising you (which he kinda was).

You blinked a couple times to reset before your lips curved up into a big smile, “Well… Now I’m thinking about the ice cream on your lips.” You said smoothly. Harua barely had time to furrow his brows in confusion before he felt your lips on his, softly kissing him, using the little bit of melted vanilla ice cream as an excuse.

“W-what was that for?” He inquired, his own lips tingling from your kiss and lifting a little into a soft smile. He liked your kisses.

“I told you. There was ice cream there.” You repeated.

“If you wanted some of mine, you could’ve just asked.” He informed you sweetly. “I thought you didn’t like vanilla, though…” He added in a mumble as an afterthought.

“It tasted better cause it was on your lips.” You said boldly.

Harua took a breath, “Okay, now you’re trying to flirt with me.”

You giggled, “Is it working?”

“I don’t know. I think I’m in love with you regardless.”

“Cheesy…” You mumbled, cheeks flaring. You hated how he could make you blush so easily from just a single sentence.

“You did it first!” He defended with a laugh, sending both of you into a fit of giggles.

To onlookers, you and Harua were the type of couple that people awed at. You often got compliments that you were lucky to have each other, and you agreed wholeheartedly. You were lucky to have each other. Spending moments with someone you felt so right with was probably the best feeling in the entire world. And the moment Harua came into your life was the start of your happiest memories.

“Ready to go?” You asked happily after finishing the ice cream. You held out your hand for Harua, and he nods before lacing his fingers with yours and giving you a gentle squeeze.

“Where to next?” You questioned, swinging your arm back and forth with Harua’s as you walked down the street away from the ice cream shop.

Harua hummed and then shrugged. You took it that he didn’t really care where you ended up going next, as long as he was with you then he’d be up for anything. So, you just kept walking down the street until Harua stopped abruptly.

“Huh?”

“Kitten.” Harua whispered, eyes wide and staring at the sidewalk in front of him. You halted as well and looked down, eventually spotting the little black and white kitten who was sitting a couple feet away from you.

“He’s got little mittens.” You cooed at the black spots of fur around the paws. Harua walked a bit closer and crouched down a little closer to the kitten. They both peered curiously at the other and you practically felt your heart burst at the sight.

Harua held out his hand patiently and within a few seconds, the kitten was rubbing up against it and purring softly. Harua pouted and looked back at you with shiny eyes.

You laughed, “Are you gonna cry?” He shook his head and sniffed away the tears that were starting to build up. “He’s cuter than you and that’s saying a lot.” You commented, watching your boyfriend pet the cat contentedly. 

The moment only lasted another minute before the kitten ran off and Harua stood back up. 

“We should do this more often.” Harua said, grabbing your hand again.

“Do what?”

“Be spontaneous. It’s nice to not have a plan… or a destination. I like just being with you, you know?” Harua remarked with a smile.

You hummed in agreement, “It’s nice.”

↳ &team taglist: @yeonjuns-redhair,, @kpoprhia,, @weird-bookworm,, @edensgardenn,, @cyberpunksunwoo

[st-peculiar]

Exit Music (for a Film) by Radiohead is kinda lining up with Teddy and Colin’s narrative really well and I’m having thoughts. Gonna start with Teddy and then move to Colin and I’ll see where I go from there.

Tmagp Spoilers below fair warning

First off, the title itself. The first time we meet Teddy is when he’s leaving the OIAR to work elsewhere, seemingly very glad he’s moving on. From what I can tell with the limited time and I formation we have of him, he never really liked his work at the OIAR, and the place as a whole. So, the title of the song itself is symbolic of the end of an era for him. Or so we think.

This set of lyrics, the opening lines. So much is packed into this for me.

So. Something obviously had to drive Teddy over the edge to go to Lena and to tell her that he quits. We know that he had been working at the OIAR for quite a good few years prior to the canon timeline, of which is still very vague to the audience; so the first lyric applies to him in the sense that he finally broke from a cycle, he “woke up”, perhaps in more than one sense.

Not much to say on the second lyric except that perhaps that can reference to the catalyst for his self-termination from the OIAR? Something just a little too upsetting.

And the last two; I think these can speak for themselves. “Today, we escape,” -> him quitting initially, “We escape.” -> the going away party.

Has anyone ever thought about why specifically the very first recording we get is of the going away party? Yes, it’s what sets up the arrival of Sam, but it also sets up another thing. Teddy’s departure and his subsequent fall. I think it was saying “you can leave, but we know you’ll be back.”

Like a misplaced puzzle piece.

The last two lines of this one piques my interest.

In regards to Teddy, this feels almost omniscient, almost like an overlying feeling. Something feels vaguely wrong about leaving the OIAR, like he’s doing something he shouldn’t be. And you know what happens after he leaves? Hell, not only begins to break loose, but slowly unravels like a ball of twine. A butterfly effect variation of sorts.

Some people have brought this up before, but I needed to put it here as well; the possibility of sabotage in a career related sense for Teddy. He didn’t get the initial job he left the OIAR for because of “team cuts”, or something of the sort. That seems like the thing that would be told outright to any applying persons no? It was a sudden thing. While I’m not exactly sure of the timeline of this, I’ll make a best guess here; then, sometime after, Teddy gets a new job. For those who have listened to tmagp 29, I think we all know what happens. Ergo, butterfly effect. Somehow, Teddy has gotten pulled back into something strange, and needed someone to help him. Enter Alice. Then, exit Alice. Quite a lot can be taken from their brief conversation and I fear I don’t have quite the brainpower to pick it apart fully at this time.

This sequence is just. It’s something phenomenal to me in a way.

It’s all about trying to keep your balance. Imagine you’re on a tightrope in a circus performance. There are weights dragging your arms down, your feet are bleeding, and all you can think is “keep standing. Keep standing.” There is no net beneath you. There was once a net, but it was folded away because someone thought your act could use a little… something.

Keep a cool head. Keep standing. Stay balanced. Do not fall. Do not fall.

Alice was once the net, in a way. Then, she got pulled away by something, someone, bigger than them both.

“I can’t do this alone.” Do you guys realise what this means to me? Teddy needed to talk to Alice about something important, specifically about his job. The job we know nothing about. What happened. What the fuck happened. Teddy sounds so weary in that brief phone call. I also picked up on the slight sense of anxiety from him, but that could just be me. But he was definitely worried about something.

And then there’s Colin’s place in this set of lyrics. Just barely hours later, Alice gets yet another call from someone who is asking for help, someone who is her friend. That call is haunting me; everything about it feels really just. Raw to me. There’s so much desperation in his voice. He needs help. Such a big part about Colin’s character is that he never wants help, nor does he think he needs it. Then there’s this. Turn me around twice and push me into a grave already.

The first part of this one seems more metaphorical than anything to me.

The “chill” is the surmounting aura of wrongness that climbs higher with every episode leading up to the s1 finale. It’s the strange happenings that are being collected and filed by the OIAR, it’s FRE-d1 continually becoming less and less machine as more incidents are washed in and read by Chester, Norris, and Augustus.

The “song” is nothing more than blind hope. Blind, foolish hope.

The second part to this one, however, is something that makes my head wrap into itself with interpretation. It’s another omniscient-adjacent feeling, addressing to “it” as “you”. It’s all very Colin to me. The “it” is FRE-d1. It’s the one thing that makes Colin completely snap. It’s laughing at him, taunting Colin with its ancient, unworkable hardwiring. It’s been slowly pushing Colin to and over the edge for the entire season, and it all climaxes to that one phone call.

That one, desperate phone call.

This is mainly about that first line.

We don’t know what happened to Colin, what really happened, after he hung up. I need to know desperately. But I’m going to take this in the sense that Colin’s violent obsession with figuring out FRE-d1 finally consumed him, very likely in more than just the mental sense.

What I think is that Colin has been turned into an external. Just think about it. What I gather from what we know about externals is that the common ground for most of them is obsession to some level or another, and we know that Colin was deep in that trench.

I have a very vivid image in my head of Colin sitting in the computer room of the office with the technology slowly growing over him, almost like lichen or moss. It melds with his skin, seeping into his flesh. It’s grotesque and looks like something agonizing, but Colin’s face is just. Tired. Exhausted. He gave his final hurrah. His phone sits fallen next to his limp hand, still opened to Alice’s contact page, his head leaned back against the wall. Hooded eyes, deep circles beneath them.

Both he and Teddy were destined to fulfill something greater from the beginning, and their tragedy lies in the way they both reached out for a hand, and was never given one to grasp onto.

[pechadream]

🦋The Butterfly Effect🦋

WOAH it's been almost a full year since my last Luna post, I didn't forget about her I swear-

Here is a (Almost completely) refreshed version of my SDV OC! I'm probably going to make a whole explanation for her timelines and universe in a separate post.

⚠  Do not repost my art or I will come after your kneecaps  ⚠

(Details about each lil segment of the wings under the cut!)

*it is VERY long because I go into detail about each bachelor/ette and how the moment I drew is important to their story with Luna

I made it so each moment with the bachelor/ette in the butterfly wing is when they either realize they're catching feelings or it's a moment during their confessions, I will say I haven't completely finished all 12 rewrites for how the confessions/realizations happens, so some might seem unpolished or unfinished. (Primarily the bachelorettes, since I focused on the bachelors first.)

*Note that this isn't all happening in one universe! I have alternate timelines with different outcomes for Luna, hence me taking inspiration from the butterfly effect, no cheating is going on here-

People who I drew with the idea that there's an active confession happening:

Elliott

This moment is technically the start of his confession, they've been friends for a while by that point and they've been writing each other letters and Luna's helped him grow some plants in her spare time since he expressed interest in learning how to grow things. So when he decided to confess to her he sent her a letter inviting her to dinner with one of the roses he grew attached. (*I'm realizing it might be kinda hard to see the rose in the picture, I'm sorry-)

Sam

With Sam, instead of him confessing, it's actually how Luna confessed. Luna knew he has bad allergies, and she didn't want to risk her bouquet for him triggering them so instead she made a bouquet of origami flowers, which he definitely gushed about to anyone who would listen (Sebastian) And he keeps them in a lil vase on his desk.

Shane

Like Elliott, his is also technically the start of the confession. I haven't really worked on his timeline with luna much yet but I'm pretty sure I'm going to keep his normal 10 heart event with him getting two tickets to watch the gridball match in Zuzu city with Luna.

Leah

Another one where Luna was the one to confess, they've been friends for a while by this point, so Luna invited Leah over for a walk around the farm and to just talk about everything going on (Since her farm was keeping her busy and Leah was busy with her art) Then near the end Luna confessed her feelings and gave her the bouquet. Later on when the flowers were no longer fresh Leah pressed them to keep them preserved.

Haley

I haven't really worked on her timeline with Luna that much, so what I went with for her was just the normal bouquet confession- Although, I will say- I like the idea of Luna actually making bouquets for her spouse to fit their interests rather than her buying a bouquet off of Pierre, so that's what she did for Haley with sunflowers.

(yes, this confession is the most likely to change out of them all when I work on her timeline more)

Emily

With Emily, I was trying to think of her craftier side, so I came up with the idea of her creating a bouquet of Luna's favorite flowers out of felt (or some fabric that holds its shape well) to use for her confession. This one is also kinda pre-confession, although she confesses pretty much as soon as the bouquet is ready.

People who I drew based on them realizing their feelings:

(These are longer since I have to write how they caught feelings and realized them and that is more tricky for me-)

Harvey

With him, the two of them started to fall for each other fast. They'd frequently see each other as Harvey took his walks around town and Luna ran around doing all sorts of errands and deliveries. And when they had free time, they'd have a conversation every now and again. Slowly talking more and more about their personal lives and why they moved to pelican town. Harvey started to open up more to her and break out of his shell as they got closer, he'd find himself more lonely at times and, if there's no work, he'd jot down things that happened that day (even if it were mundane normal things like going to Pierre's) since he knew she'd love to hear about it and he'd just wait for her by the tree outside his clinic.

(I'm so sorry to the Harvey lovers but I had absolutely no idea what to draw for him- I guess it could be seen as him admiring Luna from afar while she runs around town doing deliveries? I'm genuinely not sure, but I'll work on his timeline more and just know this is most likely subject to change!)

Alex

I guess his realization kinda leads into his confession? But I like to think that shortly after his 8 heart event him and Luna went back to her farmhouse to have lunch and continue to talk. And when it was time to leave Luna and him took a small detour so she could show off her new flower patch, she then took a flower and put it in his hair with an added comment of "Hey, it suits you pretty well!" and then that's when the two parted ways since she had to continue her farmwork. All that to say that the drawing of Alex is his expression watching her leave since I love the trope of a character giving the most loving gaze while the other is unaware-

Sebastian

For Sebastian, I was thinking of when he usually stands by the lake at night. I like to think that's when he thinks about his plans for life since he's spent a lot of time before thinking about moving out of town and I doubt he'd think about that when cramped up in his room. And when he started thinking more and more about Luna and staying in the valley that's when he realized he had caught feelings for her.

Maru

Luna previously helped Maru with various tasks and projects, which just by that alone meant that they were going to spend a lot of time together. But when Maru and Luna would just hang out for the fun of it, Maru realized how much she loved spending time with her and how lonely it'd feel without Luna around. *It took a whole reality check from Penny for Maru to realize her feelings though since Maru was in denial

(Maru's drawing is just her admiring Luna while Luna's helping test a gadget since I also didn't know what to draw for Maru-)

Penny

Penny caught on to her feelings fast, she pretty much realized as soon as it happened. She already admired Luna when they met since Luna was so determined to fix up her grandparents' old farm, but when she saw how gentle and nice she was with the kids and how much she took an interest in Penny's interests those feelings came rushing in. The two have frequent meetups at the museum's library on the weekend where they just read together and chat about what's going on in life, which usually ends with Penny getting flustered at Luna's compliments as Luna admires Penny for taking on the task of tutoring the kids in town, which Penny ends up hiding her face with her book to at least cover some of her blush.

Abigail

With Abigail, she also caught feelings very fast. Luna's always been very supportive of Abigail's dreams of adventuring and would frequently offer to come with if she ever noticed Abigail going off to the mines so they could have each other's backs. Abigail also loved how the two of them could pretty much joke about anything, the two of them spent many nights just playing games and joking around and they wouldn't even notice how much time passed until they started feeling like they were gonna pass out right then and there. 

[free-for-all-fics]

Binge watched Peacemaker so here’s some quick Vigilante prompts! Special thanks to my bestie @tinalbion for putting up with my brain rot and spam messaging. (You’re the one who told me to watch this show, so this is your fault! 🫵😂) Please tag me if you’re inspired by any of these ideas and I’d love to read it! 💙

1. You’re a butterfly who just so happened to take over the body of someone close to Vigilante’s age. You just did what you had to do to survive. It’s like a Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides situation where you’re like Murn, you dissented because you don’t believe your kind have the right to impose their will on the humans like some sort of bug overlords and you just wanna protect the world. You’re one of the only true “good ones” out of your entire species and, in a twist, maybe prefer Earth over your home planet. Maybe you got here a long time before they even decided to look for other means of existing or you were sent out as a scout to well…scout the planet for its conditions and level of compatibility. And you were able to blend into human living for longer, so it’s easier for you to adapt into your own personality. But with the way Adrian is with emotions and such, he doesn't find it weird that you’re not as “human” as other people. He just thinks your oddities are fun quirks. But then whoops you fall in love with Adrian and he falls in love with you. How could he not? You’re beautiful and sweet but also badass when you need to be and you and he have lots of things in common. What if, even after the cow is killed, you miraculously find an alternative food source that can sustain you, so you won’t die within the week after all and you and Adrian can stay together.

“I’m so relieved it can’t be passed sexually. Not that I’m comparing you to an an STD. I love you.” since Chris hooked up with a butterfly and had those fears of her leaving monster STDs on his dick, that being a Butterfly was a venereal disease of some type, that he was going to become one, like a dick vampire. Or he'd really freak about it going up his butt, since Economos made that presentation.

“My girlfriend’s an alien but it’s fine we’re fine it’s cool.”

2. You and Adrian are in the car together with Adrian driving and he may or may not know you’re a butterfly. A butterfly splats against the windshield, clinging and still alive. Adrian, not thinking much about it, says, “Ew.” And turns on his water and windshield wipers to wipe the butterfly away, effectively killing it. He goes back to vibing and singing along to the radio until he looks over at you in the passenger seat and sees your horrified expression. Either he doesn’t know and assumes you just care a lot about animals (he’s never seen you eat meat. Come to think of it, he’s never seen you eat, period but he’s just shrugged that off, guessing maybe you’re just uncomfortable eating in front of people.) Or he knows and is so oblivious to it like,

"Babe, what’s wrong? Are you feeling carsick or— Oh. Ohhhh. Oh no, I totally spaced. Since you’re…y’know…in a human body, I kinda…forgot. Oh shit, that was offensive wasn't it...? Did you know them, like were they your friend or sibling or parent or ex??”

“I just witnessed my boyfriend kill one of my kind but it’s fine, it’s fine, we’re fine.”

3. You and Adrian were dating and you die somehow so they let a butterfly take over your body because it’s like a The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals situation. Better to have some semblance of you with your human memories than nothing at all. Maybe Adrian is taken over by a butterfly too and the butterflies that take your bodies just so happened to be lovers or “mates”. So while you’ve both changed, you and Adrian are still happy and in love in the end, in a way, since the butterflies possess your human memories while in your bodies.

For a slightly happier version, what if it’s just a close call situation and instead of killing you and taking over your brain completely, since it said the butterflies give human hosts super strength among other things, a butterfly is inserted to heal you and it’s more like having another voice in your head like a mental roommate for a few days or weeks and you have a weird craving for honey/the amber fluid but then once you’re recovered, they leave your body without a fight to find another host that was promised and lined up for them. Maybe someone who was dying anyway, so they’re okay with it.

4. Your mother is the legendary Mothra and/or your father is Drury Walker aka Killer Moth. Killer Moth is primarily a scientist who specializes in genetics and bio-engineering and is capable of breeding, cloning, and modifying insects to his liking. He may have moth-like talents as a consequence of an experiment he did on himself, such as boosted strength, wall-clinging ability, and winged flying. Killer Moth is also a competent hand-to-hand fighter, and he occasionally employs a plasma whip as a weapon and control device for his creatures rather than a cocoon cannon.

“What? No, I’m not a butterfly. I’m a moth. We’re totally different species. Unlike butterflies, we can survive on your food. All of Dad’s experiments to create an army of killer moths failed and all the moths died, except for, well, Larva M-319, or Silkie. He turned into his full moth form temporarily, but then he…exploded…and reverted back to his caterpillar form. It was his way of molting. He’s so cute, though! He’s staying with the Teen Titans. Starfire adopted him. I’ll take you to visit sometime.”

“Okaaaay. But what about you?”

“What about me?”

“if you’re a moth, how are you able to take human form like the Butterflies? Did you kill someone and take their body? Aren’t you an experiment too?”

“Oh. Oh, no, I’m not an experiment. I was born naturally with this ability. I came out human but didn’t come into full control of my powers until much later. I don’t know for sure, but my theory is that I still inherited genetics from Dad’s human side. Dad was human before he became Killer Moth, so… My half-sister, Dad calls her Kitten, she doesn’t have any moth qualities at all. She’s fully human, totally ordinary and a total pain in the ass. I’m not close to her at all. I think she’s always been jealous of me for my moth powers. She doesn’t have superhuman strength, stamina, durability, speed, agility, reflexes, flight, razor-sharp antennae and claws, or Toxikinesis like I do. I don’t even have her number in my phone. I love my dad, despite his…flaws, but because of him and his pushover parenting style, she’s spoiled rotten and insufferable.”

5. The laundromat scene from Dr. Horrible but it’s you and Adrian. Adrian has a huge crush on you and, to get to know you, he keeps making excuses to spend time with you like you’re at the laundromat and he’s like,

“Whoa, that’s weird. I asked for one frozen yogurt and they gave me two. You don’t happen to like frozen yogurt, do you?”

“I love it.”

“What a crazy random happenstance!”

And you’re sitting cross-legged on top of the washing machines eating your frozen yogurt together and bonding and he accidentally lets something slip about his work and, to protect his secret identity/double life as Vigilante, he has to cover with a lame excuse.

“I just, you know, REALLY think I'm qualified for this, this job and I just can't get my foot in the door.”

“I'm sure you will.”

“I wanna do great things, you know? I wanna be an achiever. Like Deadpool…”

“The former Special Forces Operative turned mercenary?”

“…I meant Franklin Delano Roosevelt.”

“Well, I've gotten turned down from plenty of jobs. Even fired a few times.”

“I can't imagine anyone firing you.”

“Neither could I. Now I can visualize it really well. But, you know…everything happens.”

“Don't say ‘for a reason’.”

“No, I'm just saying that everything happens.”

“Not to me.”

6. You’re Clark Kent’s twin sister and the last daughter of Krypton. While Clark works at the Daily Planet as a journalist/reporter, you’re working as a waitress/bartender at Fennel Fields as your cover. When you and Adrian are closing up together you turn on the jukebox and dance to the music while cleaning up. Makes wiping down tables, mopping floors, and stacking chairs much more fun. Adrian thinks it’s cute and sometimes even joins you. Sometimes you mysteriously disappear from your shifts for like fifteen minutes because your brother needs you for superhero stuff so you escape out the back door. Quick in and out since you can quick change into your costume and fly faster than the speed of light. You use your heat vision to warm up coffees or pastries when nobody’s looking so it’s like you never left.

“How did you get those trays out so fast?”

“Oh, uh, muscle memory and years of practice?”

Adrian is a darling who covers for you whenever you have to duck out for a bit because he like likes you and “family emergency” is enough for him at first. You go by the human first name your adoptive parents Martha and Jonathan gave you, but maybe you don’t go by Kent, to make who you really are less obvious. He doesn’t suspect anything until later. Why he gets suspicious is up to you. Sometimes you work the bar and have to ward off creepy, pervy guys.

“What can I get for you?”

“I was hoping you could recommend something better than what we’ve been drinking.”

“Well, for the discerning out-of-towner like yourself, I recommend…(alcoholic drink of your choice). You can really taste the extra ten cents.”

“Yes, by all means, two please. So…will you take your top off for me?”

“What?”

“Take your top off for me like wild college girls. Just a quick look. No one’s watching. Just take it off for me.”

You spray the perverts with the handheld water hose, absolutely soaking them, which causes your coworkers to come over and kick them out. Instead of water, you wish you could use your heat vision on them. Adrian is making mental notes to kill them later or at least seriously fuck them up.

“You know what? When I got this job, I signed up to serve coffee and cold, shitty pastries. If I wanted to be in the Justice League, I’d be in the damn Justice League! Yeah. That’s right, Adrian. I helped my twin brother and his friends save the world from a New God called Darkseid and I fucking killed it! We cut off Steppenwolf’s head and threw it back into the portal before it closed and the Mother Boxes were destroyed. But now, I’m just trying to make ends meet while I work my way through Community College and I can do that just as easily, down the street at Starbucks! I quit!”

“You can’t quit!”

“Yeah, I sure as hell can. Clearly if you don’t want me around you… Why else would you be acting so differently around me?”

“But I don’t want you to quit! I mean…”

Adrian being a total nerd tries to gift you a ring made of actual Kryptonite (how he got his hands on that and got someone to make it into a ring, who knows) but he doesn’t know you’re Superman’s sister and you need to figure out a way to not accept or wear the ring without hurting his feelings (he doesn’t have emotions like people do, but he still has them) and/or revealing your secret identity.

“I’m highly allergic to uhhh…the color green?”

Your disguise is also like glasses and nerdy and shy so you’re a lot like Adrian but then you’re super hot as your supergirl/superwoman persona and he doesn’t realize it’s you but when he does somehow find out your secret he’s like,

“Wait, oh my god, I’m dating a baddie??”

“I’m a superhero, not a bad guy or villain.”

“No, I mean like in the Instagram model hot babe way. I don’t know, I don’t have Instagram, I’m just saying you’re hot both in superhero and civilian form.”

“Oh, uh…thanks? I don’t have Instagram either. I’m chronically offline, I guess. Too busy with…superhero stuff.”

“Yeah, same…”

Classic Star Wars misunderstanding where Adrian thinks you and Clark/Kal-El are dating or in an intimate relationship because he’s seen Clark pick you up from work, wrap his arm around your shoulders (but he doesn’t see the part where he does it to put you in a headlock so he can give you a noogie or do other twin brother things to annoy you), or you just spend a lot of time with him because duh you’re in the Justice League or working alongside him part-time.

Or maybe when the Justice League brought him back from the dead, you were called and had to ditch Adrian in the middle of a date. You made an excuse, but he thought it was because you didn’t like him or how the date was going. But turns out it was because Clark didn’t know who he was and was going berserk, using his heat vision and other powers to destroy police cars and fight the Justice League, not recognizing them as his friends. He only snapped out of it when you came on the scene and called him by his human name. You didn’t have time to change into your costume, so you had to approach him on foot and in human clothes. You couldn’t use your powers while you were dressed as a civilian, but he still recognized you. However, from Adrian’s perspective, (whether he saw it on the tv or in person), when Kal-El hugged you and buried his face in your hair, it looked romantic. All he saw was Superman and you wrapping your arms around each other and Superman shooting up into the air, taking you away. When you come back after Steppenwolf is defeated, you have to explain the situation.

“I'm sure Kal-El wasn't on that thing when it blew.”

“He wasn't. I can feel it.”

“You love him, don't you?”

“Yes.”

“All right. I understand. Fine. When he comes back, I won't get in the way.”

“Oh. It's not like that at all. He's my brother.” While Adrian’s brain is too busy processing this information, you kiss him.

“Damn, babe, if only we had gotten together sooner. We could’ve really used you during Project Butterfly when we took out the Cow. You would’ve been so OP you would’ve destroyed those butterflies in milliseconds with your flight and heat vision. And your impenetrability? Those bullets would’ve bounced right off you!”

You’re Kal-El’s twin sister and have adopted a dog (whatever breed you choose) that’s superpowered due to the Butterfly in its head. Once your twin brother discovers you have a Butterfly as a pet dog, he tries to give you shit about it and tell you to “get rid of it”, which you know means he wants you to kill it. But you point out that he has Krypto and he’s being a hypocrite.

“You wanna disapprove of my choice in a pet dog? What about Krypto? He’s literally a super dog too! With heat vision, flight, super strength, and speed! I love Krypto, he’s a very good boy, but so is my dog! They’re the same!”

“They’re not the same! They’re very different! Krypto didn’t horrifically murder hundreds of people and take over their bodies to try to enforce their will on the human race!”

“And neither did the Butterfly that’s in this dog! He/She was a dissenter! You’re gonna blame the actions of others on him/her? He’s/she’s a good Butterfly! I promise! He/She has used those colorful push to talk buttons or ‘one tap for yes, two taps for no’ to communicate with me, and he/she has no intent to hurt me or take over my body. I feed him/her this honey-like stuff and we go on walks and he/she cuddles with me on the couch or in bed and plays with dog toys like any other normal dog!

“Dad said we were put on Earth for a reason, and that reason was to protect humanity! How is keeping that thing helping to protect them?”

“We are protecting the humans! We killed the Cow and stopped the invasion, which you and your friends were too late for to help, by the way! And newsflash, we’re all aliens from outer space, Kal-El! You, me, your dog, my dog! Need I remind you that it was me who dogsat Krypto and handled all the “watch over and protect the world” stuff while you were dead? Trust me, I know what I’m doing. Before the Cow was killed, I swiped more than enough jars of this amber fluid from the processing plant to sustain him/her for many years to come.”

Bonus if you try to get your boyfriend, Adrian, to back you up.

“What about a Chihuahua?”

“Too small, probably wouldn’t fit.”

“Would be cool, though.”

“That wouldn’t be cool at all. Why would that be cool?” Kal-El asks.

“You tell me.”

“It wouldn’t be.”

“There’s your answer.”

Well, he tried. He’s a little confused, but he’s got the spirit. You’re still not killing or giving up your dog. The “I was born first so you have to listen to me,” excuse Clark loved to use when you were growing up in Kansas with your adoptive parents won’t work this time.

7. You’re Adrian’s best friend and he has a crush on you but you’re oblivious or he keeps it to himself because he doesn’t wanna risk ruining your friendship but then you tell him you got a date or two lined up with Aquaman, Superman, etc. and he tries to subtly discourage you from going on that date/those dates.

“What’s so wrong about Aquaman, hmm? He brings fish to people when they’re hungry and helps protect the sea from pollution and other environmental damage caused by humans. He’s saved so many sea turtles from choking on those plastic ring soda can things.”

“He fucked a fish!”

“He did not fuck a fish!”

“He wanted to fuck a fish!”

“He’s handsome, and an excellent swimmer…”

-

“What’s your problem with Superman?”

“He’s an alien!”

“Don’t be racist or xenophobic, Adrian.”

“A literal alien from outer space. And! And! He’s the Man of Steel!”

“Yes… impenetrability is one of his superpowers, hence the nickname. So?”

“So?? Haven’t you thought about why he really earned that nickname? He’d break your hand if you tried to punch him, sure, but he really got that nickname because every woman he’s ever slept with has ended up in a wheelchair for weeks after the deed.”

“Oh, come on. That’s bullshit.”

“Nuh uh! I read it! It’s true! It says that once you go Kryptonian, you’re gonna need a wheelchair.”

“From where? A fanfiction site? Kal-El is smart, handsome, and…”

Adrian wants to scream. Either you go on your dates with Justice League men and he tries (and probably fails) to sabotage them, and/or something drives him to finally confess. Or the Justice league men are in on it and it’s a ploy, all part of your plan to push Adrian to fess up already.

Or for something similar that’s funny, Adrian is your current boyfriend and somehow finds out that before you were dating, you, Superman, and Aquaman had a threesome. Or many threesomes, if you did it more than once.

“We’re just good friends now. Ok, yeah, I’ll admit that in the past, we were Friends With Benefits and hooked up a few times. So? You’ve had threesomes too, Adrian. I know about you, Peacemaker, and that Amber girl. Wasn’t she married? And I know that wasn’t the first threesome you’ve had.”

“Superman, I can understand…if you’re into men who would absolutely shatter your pelvis. And Aquaman? You really fucked the fish fucker?”

“Oh my god, Kal-El did not shatter my pelvis and Arthur did not fuck a fish! Where do you hear these rumors?”

“Google.”

“Well, what you read on the internet isn’t true. Anyway, it was years ago. It shouldn’t matter anymore. We’re all in committed relationships with other people now.”

“Did they give you any weird sexually transmitted alien or fish diseases like in the sci-fi movies?”

“Oh my god. No, they were both clean. Can we change the subject and focus on the task at hand?”

8. After Adrian accidentally blows himself up with a grenade and destroys his suit to the point of no salvation, he goes to you to task you with making him a new one. You designed and made him his Vigilante suit, so he knows he can go to you to patch it up or make him another one. It’s either platonic where you’re his sister or romantic where you’re his girlfriend. Up to you.

“I just need a patch job.”

“Hmm. This is megamesh. Outmoded, but very sturdy. And you’ve torn right through it! What have you been doing, Adrian? Moonlighting hero work?”

“Must have happened a long time ago.”

“I see. This is a hobo suit. You can’t be seen in this! I won’t allow it! Five years ago, maybe, but now?”

“What do you mean? You designed it.”

“I never look back. It distracts from the now. You need a new suit. That much is certain.”

“A new suit? Where the heck am I gonna get a new suit?”

“You can't! It’s impossible! I’m far too busy. So ask me now, before I again become sane.”

“Wait....you want to make me...a suit?”

“You push too hard, Adrian! But I accept. It will be bold. Dramatic!”

“Yeah.”

“Heroic!”

“Yeah, something classic, like Superman! Or Batman! Oh! They have great looks! Oh, the cape and the boots-“

“No capes!” You throw a paper ball at him.

“Isn’t that my decision?”

“NO CAPES! They’re tacky and impractical. Now, go on. Your new suit will be finished before your next assignment.”

“I only need a patch job. For sentimental reasons.”

You sigh. “Fine. I will also fix the hobo suit.”

“You’re the best of the best.”

“Yes, I know, Adrian. I know.”

-

“This project has completely confiscated my life, V. Consumed me as only hero work can. My best work, I must admit. Simple, elegant, yet bold. You will die.”

“I just...”

“I did your suit, and it turned out so beautiful. I cut it a little roomy for the free movement without creating gaps in the armor or weak points where the cloth is. The fabric is comfortable for sensitive skin and can also withstand a temperature of over 1000 degrees. Completely bulletproof. And machine washable, V. That’s a new feature.”

“What on earth do you think I will be doing?!”

“Well, I’m sure I don’t know, Adrian. Luck favors the prepared. I didn’t know your powers, so I covered the basics.”

“I don’t have any powers.”

“No? Well, you’ll look fabulous anyway. Your suit I also designed to withstand enormous friction without heating up or wearing out. A useful feature. Virtually indestructible...yet it breathes like Egyptian cotton. As an extra feature, the suit contains a homing device, giving me the precise global location of the wearer at the touch of a button. Well, V? What do you think?”

9. You’re either Adrian’s girlfriend or sister (romantic or platonic, up to you) and he’s being very stubborn and constantly leaving his hospital room/bed against medical advice because he’s more worried about you than himself so he wants to sit at your bedside until you get discharged, even if you’re asleep most of the time. Or after Adrian escapes from the hospital after getting shot, he goes directly to your place and you’re like,

“So instead of leaving or getting discharged from the hospital like a normal person, you took out your IVs and went out through the window, either ran or hot wired a car to come all the way here, without changing out of your hospital gown?”

“The bullet has been removed and I’m all stitched up, so it’s fine. I’m fine. Do you have spare clothes for me?”

“Yeah, I have a box of your clothes that you left. Gimme a sec and I’ll grab them. But you still have a lot of explaining to do.”

10. You’re Chris’ baby sister (you were an accident) and you were a literal baby when Keith died and so you were taken away from your dad since he was deemed unsuitable or Chris, fearing for your safety, took you away and left you on the doorstep of a foster care or something, so you’d be given to another, hopefully better family. Your father was and still is a piece of shit who couldn’t care less that you were gone. If anything, he was relieved to be free of the burden of having to deal with you. You’re given a new name and everything. You don’t remember your biological family. When Chris grows up he tries to find you but can’t and then he gets put in jail for four years. But then when he has to work for the 11th street kids gang on Project Butterfly they’re able to use their resources to find you and turns out you’re kinda coincidentally dating Adrian who you may or may not know is Vigilante.

11. You tend to be clumsy and reflexively say, “Fuck me!” whenever anything even minorly inconvenient happens like you accidentally cut yourself while using a knife, trip over something, bang your knee or elbow against something, accidentally knock something over, stun your toe, etc. but Adrian, your boyfriend, doesn’t quite understand that it’s an expression or figure of speech so he’s just like,

“Now? I mean… I’m down if you really want to, but we’re at work/in the middle of a mission. Shouldn’t we take care of that first? Unless you want a quickie, then I can…”

“Adrian, what are you— Oh. Oh! That wasn’t an invitation for sex, I just did something stupid and it hurt.”

“Oh… Oh yeah, that makes sense, no, yeah, that’s cool, that’s cool.… Do you want me to take you to the hospital?”

“No, it’s not that serious. Just a bruise or flesh wound. An ice pack or band aid will do, if I even need that. But I mean, since you asked…maybe later? Once we get home? If both of us still have enough energy by then.”

“Sure. Yeah, no, I mean…”

What if during the mission you go on together, Adrian is finally able to fulfill his dream of killing someone with a chainsaw and he’s so elated and pumped up on adrenaline that the two of you have sex to celebrate the success of the mission and that Adrian finally got to kill someone with a chainsaw?

12. You’re an Amazon (whether you’re Diana’s actual biological sister or not is up to you), but despite your proficiency in every single other category when it comes to fighting with swords, shields, hand-to-hand, rope, etc., you could never master how to shoot a fucking arrow from a damn crossbow. You’ve practiced for years and years but, to your shame and embarrassment, always kept missing your target. You don’t know what you’re doing wrong. You’d blame it on the wind at first, but it has to be something wrong with you. Well, to fulfill one Amazonian tradition, whether or not you’re a Princess, you must learn to shoot a flaming arrow through a ceremonial ring, which will happen on the eve of your sister’s coronation (or some other big and important event, like the Amazon Games). It's symbolic for lighting an eternal flame. Either Diana is going to do it with you, but she doesn’t have to practice because she’s already perfect, or you have to do it for some reason even though you’re younger than her. You’re dreading what you imagine will be your impending failure and public humiliation, until Adrian surprises you with appliances he’s saved and set up in the backyard. He teaches you how to shoot a crossbow and it’s like that scene from Princess Diaries 2.

“That's enough flaming ones for now. Are you sure I didn't burn you?”

“Of course you did. Look at his coat.”

“No, no, it's very minor. You just sort of seared the sleeve. Look.”

“Sorry.”

“Ready?”

“Mm-hm.”

“Take your stance.”

“Ok.”

He puts his hand on your shoulder to adjust you. “Elbow down. Just a bit. Use your mouth as an anchor.”

“Excuse me?”

“Touch your mouth. Good. Relax this hand. And breathe in. Release.”

You hit your target. Bullseye.

“Oh.” Did you really do that? It’s hard to believe.

“How did that feel?”

“Wonderful. Wonderful.”

You’d kiss him right then if you didn’t have witnesses.

[foralternateuniverses]

Again, from cero

medieval-ish fantasy world au, the Vinsmoke royal family is accidentally brought to ruin by Judge's hands and they're taken down by the revolutionaries, after dying Reiju wakes up years in the past wanting to save her siblings' lives

Fantasy au, like, classic mahwa European style court romance drama where we got magic and alchemy instead sci-fi stuff and Judge is the king of Germa and has been experimenting on his kids, to give the magical abilities to make his beloved super soldiers but also to keep the pretence that his family has the blessings of the god Nika (since one can supposedly only do magic if they've been blessed by Nika) but the experiments slowly destroy the kids bodies until they finally collapse just in time for the revolutionaries to take over the castle, the siblings finally die one after another while incarcerated and awaiting their trials, Reiju is the last one of the siblings to die, except, she wakes up back in time and is determined to save her siblings from their tragic end

They also have their secrets which in their first life were discovered by Judge and this just brought them more suffering I haven't decided all but Sanji has a tendency to crossdress at night to go out and have fun and some freedom (Tiffany works at the palace and she kinda accidentally introduced him to that) Ichiji has been dating Ace for a WHILE, until Ace is captured by Judge (and ofc the marines) and sentenced to death. Ichiji was never truly able to recover from that. Still haven't decided what Niji and Yonji have going on tho One of the things Reiju does is bring all the boys together, they start sharing their secrets with each other and protecting them from Judge, they all end up joining Sanji in crossdressing and going out, Niji gets himself a new identity (as a pretty lady)as a singer. Another butterfly effect change is Yonji and Sabo meeting and getting together Zosan is somewhere in there too

She recognised that head of honey-blonde curls, how could she not? Sabo, he was on the higher end of the revolutionary hierarchy from what she had been able to gather, he had been a regular visitor back when her family had been sent down Germa Castle's dungeons. She had gotten the impression that he was level-headed and sympathetic from the way he had treated her and her brothers. Still, her skin broke into goosebumps just seeing him, she couldn't forget what his presence could mean for her family, and he blood almost froze over when she finally recognised his companion. Messy black hair and freckles all across his tanned skin, Portgas... No, Gol D Ace, son of an international criminal and, later, an icon for the revolutionaries, but most importantly, he had been Ichiji's greatest kept secret, his lover. Reiju's heart still ached at his brother's isolation following the man's imprisonment, he had begged their father for mercy on his lover and was immediately sent away to be "fixed", she was sure her little brother never got over Ace's death. Sabo and Ace laughed and drank, they seemed close. A bit alarmed, she looked around to spot her siblings, Sanji was laughing with some people, presumably the friends he had mentioned previously, Yonji was arm wrestling some muscled guys and laughing, Niji was still singing on the stage and Tiffany had dragged some like-minded friends up to dance, and Ichiji... Ichiji had apparently spotted the freckled man across the room and was making his way to him. She looked around again, making sure none of her brothers had moved too, before trying to catch up to Ichiji and stop him, but she paused, should she stop him? Her hesitation decided for her and she felt her heart leap to her throat as Ichiji called Ace's attention by lightly pulling at his sleeve, the action accompanied by his red dress and blonde wig gave him a strange charm, the duo startled and gave him their attention. Ichiji's head was slightly turned down, his ears red,

Ace's head leaned in question, Ichiji whispered something into his ear and Ace's eyes almost popped out of his eye sockets, he turned to say something to Sabo, now with his face as red as Ichiji's, he stood up, grabbed Ichiji's hand and dragged him out of the building. She almost ran after them.

I imagine he was close that first night, Ace would have never imagined seeing Ichiji like that in his life, when he takes him out of the tavern, corners him against the wall in the nearest dark alley and immediately starts kissing him, it's a bit rough, biting and pulling at his lip, smearing lipstick. At first Ichiji lets himself go too, he can barely breathe but the sensation is intoxicating. Ace pushes him against the wall with his own body, they both gasp, Ace is so focused on kissing and marking him, scraping the skin of his neck with his teeth, that he's not saying anything. Ace slips his hands up the skirt of his dress, caressing his thighs. It is when Ace starts to want to bite and leave hickeys that Ichiji stops him. He's going to join his brothers, he can't arrive all marked up. So Ace sticks his head under his skirt and devours him. And they say goodbye with another kiss. Luckily Ichiji meets Tiffany first, who fixes his makeup and whatever else Ace left dishevelled. Now, knowing that the okamas will help him get dressed up and keep his lover's secret, the next night they go out and he meets Ace, he serves him on his knees, it's a miracle that miracle Ace doesn't take his wig off.

There's more lemon btw

And finally, after having fun with all that, in a better-planned meeting, they rent a room (Ichiji insists on paying for it) and in the quietness of the room, they take it slower, kiss for a while behind the door and then continue until they fall into bed together.

Ace keeps complimenting him, telling Ichiji how pretty he's done up, how gorgeous he'll look full of him, promising to paint his insides white and fill him so full he'll get pregnant for sure, his beautiful princess.

His damning comments and caresses, plus the dress, have Ichiji burning up and with tears in his eyes.

It's torture, the slowness with which Ace strips him of his clothes, Ichiji is terribly tempted to beg or undress himself.

When Ace is preparing him he still has the corset and bottom blouse on. Ichiji finds it almost impossible to remain silent when Ace finally enters.

The wig unravels with the movement of the onslaught, so they end up taking it off.

Ace bites his pecs and nipples through the white blouse, not taking it off until Ichiji moans at the friction of the wet fabric against his sensitive skin.

lmao, they end up exhausted and are falling asleep (hugging) when the door is smashed by some okamas who go desperately to look for Ichiji (he can't stay to sleep! he has to go back to the palace!). the okamas drag Ichiji back to fix him-up, leaving a half-confused Ace in bed.

when the okamas decide they might need to have the talk with Ichiji they also go: "If you have any questions or forget something and we're not here, you can also ask Sanji, he'll be able to help you."

Ichiji would rather die than let Sanji educate him on such matters.

also, Reiju in her second life, now knowing about acechiji, whenever she notices something strange after Ichiji's rides or night outs: I am LOOKING

and if I decide to go with Yonji x Sabo x Koala instead of just Yonji x Sabo, this is how it's gonna go: Koala falling in love with Yonji in drag and Sabo falling in love with Yonji out of drag

I don't have anything fixed for how Ace and Ichiji get together yet, but one idea is that Dadan worked briefly at the palace when the brats were young and ASL came to accompany her, especially Ace, who briefly worked (and not officially because he went with Dadan but was still given money and food) in the stables area from where the princes' training could be seen. And it so happens that the stables were Ichiji's favourite hiding area. The palace has a large territory bordering mountains and forests, in one of which (near the city) Dandan and the brats live, so even later Ace continued to see Ichiji, when he rode out into the forest, on his solitary rides. Ichiji leaves the castle clean and well-groomed and comes back all dirty and dishevelled.

Butler: Your Majesty, what -?

Ichiji: I got into a fight with a bear.

Butler: ...

Ichiji: ... I won.

[nowordsformylove]

Do you have any jonesmith headcanons (or just lil thoughts)?

I accidentally ended up doing a Mike character analysis instead of cute headcanons oops

My general headcanon is Mike gay Davy bi (I’m not strict about these types of headcanons tho). I think Mike realized he was gay before even moving to L.A. and joining the Monkees, and maybe that’s partly why he wanted to get out of his small hick town. I think growing up in a small conservative hick town would have a major effect on his acceptance of his sexuality. Plus the time period and being raised religious he would have insane guilt and self disgust and shove all of it into a tiny box and lock it away in the back of his brain. Once he moved to L.A. he would get way better about it, especially during the era of hippies bc even tho it’s still not legal people are way more chill and open about it and seeing that would allow him to reflect on it and accept it, BUT I think he would still have a lot of personal internalized homophobia to work through. I actually think he’d probably still be dealing with it even after he and Davy get together, but I don’t have any actual deep thoughts on the topic (bc I tend to only think about them in a fluffy/happy way,,, BUT if you happen to have thoughts on this I would love to hear them).

Davy hmm, I’ve read fics where he knew he was into guys when he lived in England and it’s just never come up bc getting with girls is easier, but I kinda like the idea of him not knowing until he falls for Mike. Actually I was just thinking earlier about him having a starry eyes + butterflies moment upon meeting Mike and not realizing he has feelings for him bc he’s never had feelings for a guy before so he just assumes it’s admiration bc Mike is so cool and mature and handsome and wonderful.

When they first get together Davy wants so badly to impress/woo Mike, which is silly bc they’ve been living together for years so Mike has seen him at his best and worst moments (grumpy, pissed off, upset, sick, he’s seen it all) and is still in love with him. Mike sees this happening and just goes along with it bc Davy is so cute trying to be all charming and gentlemanly, and while it doesn’t make him swoon in the same way it does all the girls Davy used to date it does give Mike a bubbly I’m in love with a huge dork feeling.

I know I’ve said that Mike def uses cute nicknames for Davy but I actually think verbal intimacy could be difficult for him, at least in terms of actually saying the words I love you (maybe he uses cute nicknames bc its an easier way to express his feelings than saying i love you 🤔)  I think this is an interesting dynamic for them since Davy’s thing is “hi my name is Davy Jones and I love you”. Davy might try to hold off saying it in fear that it will frighten Mike away or he could also drop it pretty early but not expect Mike to say it back right away. I kinda wrote that dynamic into my last fic (the trans mike fic) with Davy saying “I love you, I love you” to Mike and Mike responding not verbally but by pulling him into a passionate kiss that Davy understood was a mirroring of his feelings.

Mike would also have some insecurities, self-worth, and jealousy problems. I think even though Davy is obviously happy and loves him a lot Mike would get really in his head and be like Davy’s going to find someone better, he misses being with girls, stuff like that. And it might manifest as jealousy because he doesn’t want to lose Davy but thinks that it’s very possible it could happen. I can definitely see Mike lashing out/starting a fight over this in a moment of fear and self-loathing, and Davy would hate being told how he feels (he knows he’s happy with Mike and wants to be with him forever and hates being accused of feeling otherwise) but as long as they’re able to talk it out in the end everything would be fine. And besides they have a great support system in Micky and Peter so if they need to talk to them about problems or get advice I think they would be really helpful. (Though, again, Mike seems like the type to bottle up his problems so Micky would probably have to chip away at him, without trying to seem nosy, to get Mike to talk about what’s wrong).

[bushs-world]

Circular Theory of Time and Loki series

There was this question that has been the bane of my existence for 2 years now and seeing the promo art only made me think harder about it. That is

If HWR set up the TVA after winning the multiversal war, then how did it still exist after Sylvie unleashed the multiverse. Why didn't it just cease to exist until HWR set it up again?

Now this question has always made me scratch my head in confusion because imo, the TVA shouldn't have existed until after HWR won the war and Sylvie had just opened the multiverse so how did we make such a big jump?

I know many people would just call it #bad writing or a plothole coz the writers didn't know what they were doing, but I did try thinking about it and that's when I started researching the circular theory of time which I think can explain it.

If anyone is interested, this is a good article that kinda gives an idea of what it is without confusing it further. Also if I make a mistake, let me know ☺️

(*it's going to get super confusing and scientific so strap on or dont lol).

Linear Theory of Time

Ok, the way we usually experience time in the physical form can be summed up by the Linear Theory of Time. According to this theory, time passes in a straight line. Everything has a beginning and an end, and often one action leads to another. Hence, once you do something it creates a domino effect for future events but the future events cannot occur until the present action is done.

For eg, if you slip on ice, you sprain your ankle but your ankle can only be sprained after you have slipped on ice. It can't be sprained without the slipping of ice aka the butterfly effect

Circular Theory of Time

The circular theory of time states that time is actually a circle. It is cyclic and repetitive. The end is the beginning. This is how time passes as we measure it. The day leads to night which again leads to day. The end of the year is also the beginning of the year.

Brad Skow's Block Universe Theory of Time

Brad Skow, a professor at MIT (check link) has proposed a theory where he states that time does not pass as we assume it to. Instead it's like a stretched fabric of space time continium where the past, present and future all exist at the same time but we only experience the time in which we exist. He compares it to a spotlight, highlighting a particular thing and that the spotlight could be moved to another thing.

TVA and Time

Now, the fun part. How does time work in the MCU and specifically in the Loki series?

Now, time in the series is circular in the series. The sacred timeline is a circle as shown in episode 6. The window behind HWR is a symbol of the circularity of life representing life, death and rebirth. Even his gambit is circular where his end restarts the war so that he can win again and repeat everything.

But despite this, the agents in s1 were made to believe time and the sacred timeline was linear. All the TVA videos show it as a straight line instead of a circle. When Loki asks Mobius how it all ends in episode 2, he saws the time keepers are toiling in their chambers untangling the future. Ravonna takes about the end of time where it all ends.

But when we think about it, the end of time in the void is also the beginning of the next multiversal timeline after Sylvie unleashes it. The place where it ends is the place where it starts.

Another thing to notice is that the TVA can access all of time at their will, just like how Brad Skow proposed in his theory by locking the location to that particular time period. The past, present and future all exists at the same time for them and they can access any point of it since they reside outside of space time.

So how does the TVA exist?

This theory supports the fact that as soon as Sylvie unleashed the multiverse everything pertaining to the multiversal war started happening all at once. So we didn't need to wait for HWR to win it since there's a point in time where he already won and set up the TVA whereas another point of time (the one we are following in the MCU) where Kang has just appeared. This changes the scope of the multiversal war imo coz if Loki and the heroes can go to the exact monent the war starts or HWR wins, they already have knowledge of what's to happen and can just change its variables

Another thing I just realised is that there has to be a significant portion of the sacred timeline and the looped multiverse where TVA are just pruning and killing off the multiverse to create the sacred timeline.

So yeah, that's that.

[honnojis]

Hi zumi how do you feel about the opinion that the MC doesn't get enough focus in rejuvenation unlike other characters like Melia and aelita (not saying that its necessarily the case just an opinion I see a lot)

It's a silly thing because the protagonist objectively holds just as much importance as those two, if not a lot more lol. People only jump to that conclusion because the player doesn't get the spotlight early on and your actions don't show to make a big difference until much later into the game. And y'know... The terms "deuteragonist" and "tritagonists" exist, which could be applied to Melia and Aelita respectively perhaps, but people seem to forget they exist! More than one character can act as a central figure to a story and it's bizarre to me that people don't seem to know this. Rejuvenation is what I tend to call a JRPG in a Pokémon sleeve, and more often than not those kinds of games have a central group of people the game focuses on, rather than just one character.

But falling back on the "player doesn't seem to matter that much early on" part, I've explained it on Reborn's discord before, but in combination with the JRPG part, Rejuvenation kinda runs on the principle of the butterfly effect, as in that though actions may seem small/don't seem to make an immediate difference they can have big consequences in the long run (see; how the bad ending unlock is calculated). It lines up with the player starting out being stranded in an unfamiliar region without any real footing, but as the player gets further through the game and grows more confident in their skills, this becomes reflected by the game's story where they start getting more importance (the turning point for this being the end of Act 1, I'd say, with the G&Z battle being a rite of passage).

But if I had to give my completely unfiltered opinion, after the rewrites Rejuv's already gotten to make the story flow better & improve on the characterization of many of the game's central figures, most people who complain about the player not being the center of attention nowadays come off as this

because i've seen melia getting called a mary sue just because she gets a lot of attention despite being a heavily flawed character bc people are just upset that the player isn't all-important all the time so like. whatever

[mywrittingwonderland]

3. Action!

Hello Pretty people!! Long time no see! I hope you had an incredible New Year and can forgive me for my absence! Enjoy some more of Sophia :) -----------------

“Hi!” Sophia smiled, answering Shawn’s call.

“Where are you?”. He promptly asked.

“I am home, why?”. She asked, confused. They still hadn’t have the time to talk about the kiss or the kisses that followed that night. Two days had passed, and Sophia knew Shawn was busy finishing up some last-minute changes in his album, so she understood the situation. 

“I was wondering if I could pick you up? I mean, I know it’s last minute, but I really wanted you to watch me recording my new single, if you want of course?” He said, already nervous at the thought of her saying no.

“I would love to go! I will just have change, when will you get here”. She asked, trying to picture an outfit for going to a studio. 

“Soooo… I am kinda here already”. He said, making her heart race for a second.

“What?” She asked instinctually and proceeded to walk to the door to greet him. “Hello”. She said, hanging up the phone and looking at a very flushed Shawn. He had his left arm resting on the entrance, and when she opened the door, he had a puppy-apologetic face.

“Hi”. He said, finally greeting her with a hug.

“What if I said no?”. She playfully smacked him on his arm, trying to sound mad, but little did she know in his mind she was being extra cute, and all he wanted was to feel her lips on his again.

“I don’t know, I just was driving to the studio”. He stopped to remove a string of her hair falling in her face. “And I got distracted, so I ended up here.” He said, getting closer to her, and touching their noses. “I guess my brain was unconsciously telling me that I had to see you…”. He completed his thought and briefly looked into her eyes, silently asking for permission to kiss her, which she granted with a shy smile. 

These two days without seeing her had been a tiny bit of torture to him, and all he could think about was to feel her touch him one more time. And he took his time caressing every inch of her mouth in a slow, loving, and much-anticipated kiss.

“Do you mind waiting a few minutes?”. She asked, nose still attached to him; he took some seconds just taking in her scent before calmly addressing her question.

“Of course not, take your time, although I don’t really think you really need to change, is up to you of course”. He said, feeling a bit nervous all of a sudden, butterflies back in his stomach. He wondered if she would always cause that effect on him. She pecked his lips before detaching from him, which caused him to involuntarily let out a soft grunt in response.

“I will be fast, I promise”.  

She proceeded to go to her room and decided to go for a comfy outfit, as she would probably be there with him for some time. “A skirt and a sweater it is”. She said to herself before she could start to overthink. She was out again in 10 minutes and ready to go.

“Wow, yeah… you”. Shawn said after looking at her, she looked very cuddly, and he wasn’t sure how he would be able to focus on anything but her. “You are very gorgeous”. He said, leaning in and kissing her again; she smiled into the kiss at how distracted he was around her.

“Thank you, but should’t we go? I don’t wanna make you late”. She stated, making him look at the clock.

“You haven’t, don’t worry, we have time to get there, but maybe we should stay just a bit longer…”

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As Sophia predicted, they did end up being late, but if she was being honest, it didn’t seem like Shawn cared, and she wasn’t caring much about it herself; she also had missed him. Of course, to make things even harder, he was getting distracted by Sophia being there, he couldn’t really focus on the camera, and he messed up the guitar's notes twice. Connor then made a proposition.

“Sophia, come here, I want you to do something”. Shawn could not hear what Connor asked her, but he could see her cheeks getting red while she was nodding to her best friend. They left the room together and didn’t return for another two minutes.

“Wait… where did you send her?”. Shawn asked as soon as Connor got back without Sophia.

“Calm down Romeo, she will be back in a bit”. Connor said, having fun of the situation. “In the mean time, I will start the song again, okay?”. Shawn reluctantly nodded and tried focusing for the 50th time. 

Sophia had a straightforward task which was to make him seem nervous, but she was finding herself in a very comic position as the thought of making him nervous made her nervous. The song was about them, and she really was not expecting that when he invited her. The thought of him returning home from their first date and writing a song about it made her smile to herself. She had to take a few deep breaths to steady her heart and head before entering from the back door and positioning herself behind Shawn’s chair. 

She instantly smiled to herself when she felt him shiver at the first touch of her hands. She moved to his heart and felt when his hand pressed against hers. She moved her hands thru his face and ear lobe, and she felt a small involuntary giggle escape his throat. Sophia could feel he was smiling, even without looking at his face, his heart was racing very fast, and he had never been so nervous in his life, he thought. She really knew what to do with her hands, and it all just felt so right and happy.

“Perfect! Perfect guys!”. Connor said after Shawn had let a louder giggle escape this time. “I think that’s a wrap”. He smiled at the footage in his hand.

Sophia immediately started to move her hands away from him and stand up, but he turned around and wrapped her hands into his. They looked at each other for seconds, wishing they were alone. And as if reading both of their minds, Shawn pulled her backstage and locked the door to prevent anyone from interrupting them.

“The song…”. Sophia whispered, hands still attached to him.

“Yeah… I just…”. He tried to form a coherent sentence but was suddenly lost in her blue eyes. “I…” He tried again, but then he just gave up and went for a kiss; he only stopped when he felt her smile and felt the need to smile too. “I would like to ask if you want to be my girlfriend?”

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[theothermaidoftarth]

I was tagged by @gwenllian-in-the-abbey. Please keep these writing tag games coming, they’re so fun! 

How many works do you have on AO3?

3 works

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

56,829

3. What fandoms do you write for?

House of the Dragon/Fire and Blood/ASOIAF

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I only have 3 fics so far and from ascending to descending order, the kudos count is: Sorrow, The Favoured, and Song for Evermore

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes. I like to engage with my readers, especially as I’m not writing niche areas so don’t get very many (the reason I dusted off this tumblr a couple months ago, in fact). So I like to show my appreciation of their appreciation

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Sorrow, sort of. It’s just angsty all around (poor Baela)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

It has to be a tie between The Favoured and Song for Evermore — they have the same ending in the sense that both sets of couple have gotten together and have the world ahead of them

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven’t on ao3 (ff.net though…)

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yes. Non-explicit (not too sure how to answer this one, haha, I’m not big into the smut scene generally #justacethings)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I haven’t on my ao3 (unless blending book! and show!canon could count)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

No

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Daeron “the Daring” Targaryen x Baela Targaryen — I’ve said it before on here but they are my reverse gender Braime! And (book!)Brienne x Jaime is hands down my top otp of all time, in any fandom

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Not related to a published fic (yet). But an ASOIAF au where Brienne of Tarth was born into House Baratheon, canonical blonde looks and all. I’m a massive Brienne fan and I wanted to see what would happen if I took her and made her one of the foremost ladies in the realm, in the public eye even more than other noble ladies due to being the king’s sister after Robert’s Rebellion. And how I could do it while retaining as much of her canon personality as possible, and incorporating the inevitable butterfly effects of a blonde Baratheon girl born while Aerys was on the throne. Such fun. I have about a third of it written and sort of know how I want to finish it but I’ve stalled majorly on the middle parts of the story — the butterfly effects are quite something to wrangle through and make a reasonable, logical plot out of. As such it’s been sitting in my notes for about two years (long before HoTD aired which I mention as some people in-world in the fic believe Brienne is a bastard and she’s compared to the Strong boys — she’s one hundred percent trueborn but genetics just kinda let her down: she looks like a blend of various relatives, and does look like her parents but, aside from eye colour, build and height, the resemblance is subtle and overlooked by most). It was originally supposed to be a oneshot (story of my life). Something tells me I should just write and post that oneshot but I do like the expanded themes that I’m able to explore in a multi-chapter (which is why I have so many unposted, half-finished wip multi-chaps in general clogging up my notes, and why I mostly write and post oneshots). Right now I’m working on a long oneshot which follows the basic premise but takes one of the Brienne pairings from it in a different direction to the original. So an AU of an AU. (The pairing is Brienne x Willas Tyrell for anyone interested.)

16. What are your writing strengths?

My character work. 

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Being concise. I sometime ramble a little as I get into the character’s head too much and so it takes away from the plot sometimes, from the punch of the dialogue, so I’m trying to improve on that while still keeping the gist of what I want to convey

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I do not usually (as I’m far from fluent in High Valyrian) but if I was writing from a real-world language, I would give context clues as to what was said nearby.  As a reader I’ve always found it confusing and immersion breaking to see untranslated dialogue in the body of the text, especially if there isn’t a translation provided in the endnotes. So I don’t like to do that myself since I like to write what I’d like to read.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

House of the Dragon (ff.net is a different story)

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Song for Evermore. I just wanted more show!Baela appreciation (and honestly more depth to her as a character since hotd so far is not it) and I was intrigued by how Daeron could be introduced and incorporated while keeping relatively to show!canon where he hasn’t even been mentioned once. I wondered why that was in-world, and how things would change if he had been introduced in s1 — the boy described as the gentlest of Viserys’ sons, the one who was charming and kind but not a leader and with a dash of darkness beneath the surface, pulled out when those he loves are in danger. What were the family dynamics at play around him, both in the Red Keep and Oldtown? How would his presence potentially change things? 

Add in my love of crack/rare pairs and my idea (and word count, haha) snowballed from there. I didn’t incorporate or fully develop every idea or headcanon I had as I’m saving that for other Baela fics, in particular another Baela/Daeron fic and I didn’t want to be too repetitive (though since they are in a hinge poly with Aemond in the other one, things are already quite different there, that’s for sure).

Tagging: @richardsthirdnipple @mejcinta @daylander1000

I’m not sure who else writes on ao3 who hasn’t been tagged already by another mutual (which happens so much with tag games, so I never know who to tag, haha) but whoever hasn’t been and wants to participate, feel free to tag me in your post! 

[amxthystiine]

@original-character-championship

Kairos + others lore dump part 2,,

Well, to pick up right where we left off-

Lloyd, in a fit of rage, swears an oath of vengeance against Alex, as Emily sobs her nights away from her unaffected facade she puts up in front of others.

What happened was that Alex had a taste of power, perhaps one too generous, as he would abuse his powers to no end, learning more and gaining more as he neglected his wife, son and friends.

He then realized that to gain more power, he had to "optimize" his body for time travel.

He began to start making "improvements", ones that started small even back in his vigilante days.

These all added up and got a bit out of hand, especially after losing an eye in a battle.

He would then go by Kairos from then on, not associating himself with his past self anymore, setting his sights on a new goal much higher and much more delusional than his last - achieving godhood.

So, Lloyd and Emily decide to try and take down Kairos, starting by gaining power, knowledge and strength as to take the guy down.

Meanwhile, Kairos kinda purposefully fucks up everything throughout the timelines he travels through, (Kairos can not only travel forwards and back in time, but can also travel through alternate timelines. Think of them as like parallel universes) gaining some higher powers' attention who then later summons him to ask what he was doing messing everything up like that.

Little to their knowledge, this was on purpose as he wanted to join their ranks.

He explains this, showcasing his powers, getting nothing but a disdained sigh and a fool's errand, being told to "go make the people on Earth finally start believing in us again so we can become more powerful and then we'll consider it"

Kairos then gets really pissed, as he mutilated his body and dedicated years of research into this, (though some of it wasn't his) and so goes off the deep end and starts committing intertimelinial war crimes out of spite and as to threaten them into reconsidering.

What he did in the other timelines themselves are somewhat innocent at first, but due to his knowledge of the ins and outs of timelines at this point, and the utter potency of the butterfly effect, he had targetted the weakpoints, leading to utter carnage following the man wherever he went.

Or at least, carnage to the being's authority.

His message came across as clear as day once they caught on, and if there's one thing you learn from myths, it's that you don't fuck with power you don't know the extent of.

So when they finally caught him in the act, they end up sealing Kairos in a small pocket dimension out of space and time, all alone, doomed to wander the place forever, unable to escape, cursed by his own dedication to immortal youth.

While Kairos is stuck as he goes even madder inside his small pocket dimension, realizing that he can't rift his way outta this one, Emily and Lloyd are still gaining power to confront Kairos again, not knowing he'd just been sealed away.

Alex's family have no idea about his Kairos insanity, having searched for quite a while after the first appearance and later announcing him dead.

Thus, they just leave his legacy as Alexander Pascall, praising his diligence and good nature as well as his sense of morality and justice that he was remembered for before he disappeared. (they're kinda rich and famous as, well, while no one else knows how he did time travel, that wasn't the only breakthrough he'd achieved in the field of magi-tech.)

So his son and wife grow up together, missing him and relying on each other until the end of the wife's life, leaving his poor son an orphan, left to fend for himself.

Back to the duo set on vengeance, eventually, Lloyd gains his power in the form of an incredible amount of magical knowledge and experience from multiple grimoires thanks to his penchant for astrology.

On the other hand, Emily focuses on expanding her arsenal of weapons, and honing her ability to kill with no powers (as she never had any magical potential) to a concerning degree of success.

Time passes on, and Lloyd starts becoming a bit paranoid, noticing Kairos's concerning inactivity, expecting an ambush at any time.

He starts stocking up on extra, dubiously-sourced power unbeknownst to Emily, and decides to start an alter ego as to train his skills and actively bring attention and seek out Kairos.

Lloyd gets far too into enhancing his powers "as to be prepared for anything", until he, too, then goes missing in a fog cloud late one evening while on a holiday with his family, scarring his son and causing immense grief to his wife.

This son also eventually becomes an orphan down the line, but not due to natural causes this time, so take that as you will.

One late evening, Emily grieves and collapses one evening in the lab, ready to close up the place once and for all due to the horrible memories attached to it and it's now missing common visitors.

The strange sensation of deja vu from all those years ago was still acting up again and again, frustrating Emily to the brink of insanity herself, as she finally realized a few months ago what was going on.

She was pretty sure.....she was stuck in a time loop.

It'd started ever since that damn moment she got slashed by those golden hands.

And now, well, she's been stuck in a timeloop of this timeline, slowly learning to stiffen up and feeling much older than her body really was, with an immense amount of experience and wisdom, forced to be thrown back in time if she does even a single action out of script for the timeline’s list of events.

And yet, she didn’t even get to keep the damn memories of future sections, as every damn decision she made could loop her back to the moment she made said decision, over and over and over again until she got the right option.

And the only evidence of these previous decisions she made were blurry, fuzzy memories and maybe one or two words from the results if she was lucky.

As her mind wandered off to theories about how she could undo this curse out upon her, fingers fiddling with a toolbox propped on a desk that he’d never packed away. Might as well take it as to get some good use, or at least, cash, out of i-

Wait.

Someone’s here, aren’t they.

That’s what she thought she remembered happening anyways.

And sure enough…

WOOSH!

A shadow flicked out of the corner of her eye towards a pair of curtains.

Emily whipped out her spiked lasso, circling it round and round, ready to capture the invader.

She ran up to the window, eyes darting around as she tried to find the source of the shadows when a figure stepped out of them, bright nimbus behind its head aglow like the full moon outside.

He donned a dark purple suit accented with orange and yellow, wielded a cane with a crescent moon-shaped handle, and stared into Emily's eyes, the calm and collected smirk on his face unwavering.

She could immediately tell something was wrong, that something was off, that yet again, this friend of hers was not be the same person he was a year ago before his disappearance.

Tears pricked her eyes as Emily couldn't stop seeing Kairos in him, choking down sobs as she attacked the smug being that was once her friend.

That night Lloyd learned that perhaps, to change fate, you were supposed to do it out of sight and out of mind. Never directly.

And, well, they do say that pain can be a great teacher.

Moments after the encounter, Emily gave in to her heaving sobs, breaking down as her salty tears flooded the once pristine concrete floor.

And, well, that was the most recent sighting of anything that resembled Lloyd Dixon.

What happened to Emily, you ask?

Well, she would close off to others over time, still deciding to try and keep justice up in the local area and to save as many people as possible, but, she didn’t hesitate to sacrifice the lives of a few to save the lives of many, and in the end always chose herself.

How could she trust another after them?