#this one was fun to conceptualize

[juliaswickcrs]

MUSICAL AU :: MARGOT THOMPSON IN LEGALLY BLONDE ( oc halloween challenge, day fourteen )

in which Margot Thompson begins her stint at Harvard law to impress her big brother, but ends up in over her head. But with Natasha, Sharon and Carol as her Greek Chorus, a kindred spirit in Wanda the hairdresser, and a true friend in Steve Rogers, her grouchy professor's teaching assistant, Margot gets her chance to show everyone what she's made of. Now she just needs to get world famous ballet dancer Yelena Belova acquitted of murder charges. And with the help of famed attorney Peggy Carter, she just might win.

BONUS

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@arrthurpendragon @starcrossedjedis @drbobbimorse @kingsmakers @noratilney

@stanshollaand @astarionbae @darth-caillic @mystic-scripture @aliverse

@misshiraethsworld @asirensrage @eddiemunscns

@princessmadelines @impales @waterloou @daughter-of-melpomene @eddysocs

MARVEL TAGLIST: @notxjustxstories @themaradwrites

[iooiu]

playing around with future donnie’s design and all i can say for sure is this:

1) lose an arm gain three

2) dies

[daily-castiel]

Day 12

[smile-files]

a blackhole of happiness, greedy for the light it cannot give back

[fumifooms]

Fleki x Marcille

I dub thee flekille Fourth entry of my “Dunmeshi rarepairs I will birth with my own hands if I have to” series. This one goes really well alongside laicion

Hear me out… Probably one of my most crackpair simply because they never really interact in canon, but it snowballed from me thinking about laicion so many months ago and I genuinely enjoy them a lot on their own now too.

Overview of the appeal: Silly prep girl that tries to not be silly x silly troublemaker that is silly on purpose. Could have been cellmates in another life 😍 /j It’s chaos x order, it’s propriety x will tease you specifically to make you uncomfortable, it’s Fleki sticking around Marcille when she gets the opportunity to because she thinks she’s entertaining, it’s her dragging Marcille to a shitty club that would give anyone epileptic a seizure and Marcille being so out of her depth but finding the thrill intriguing… It’s Fleki’s YOLO attitude rubbing on Marcille a bit, encouraging her to stress less and live more, it’s Marcille looking out for Fleki and teaching her to value her health, her friends and stability in life more. It’s banter, where Fleki is bold and amused and Marcille is panicked and horrified, which as they grow to know each other becomes Fleki teasing and Marcille responds with exasperated but fond comebacks. They have big yuri manga with a bad boy girl vibes, they deserve 50k slow burn rivals to lovers fics exploring the deepest emotional lows imaginable, they deserve cute funny bantery ficlets where they try out rollerskating together and Fleki skates face first into a pole and Marcille heals her up. ALSO it’s the mage who always talks about the importance of hair and braids hers neatly x the mage who keeps her hair long but at MOST brushes it every 3 days and looks feral

We see that Fleki looooves casual physical contact which I think suits Marcille well! Since she’s also big on casual & affectionate physical touches. Oversimplifying it, I kinda see Fleki as a more chaotic and less grumpy Izutsumi, which I think pairs really well with Marcille.

Ok, so the meme + below is my romantic flekille & laicion, qpr laimar & flekion vision… Maybe romantic laimar and flekion too idfc. Fleki’s bestie Lycion and Lycion’s boyfriend Laios and Laios’ girlfriend Marcille and Marcille’s girlfriend Fleki… A bond forged by the shared experience of having a feral partner. In my timeline they start hanging out because laicion starts dating and it goes from there, like they keep showing up at the other’s place to come pick their guy up or when laicion meet up in town at an agreed location both come with their bestie so then as Laios and Lycion head off the girlies just stand there awkwardly for a sec together… And it becomes habit enough that they start talking. One time one arrives early at the other’s place to pick up their dog guy so while she waits on Laios and Lycion being done hanging out they just chat and hit it off around the kitchen table. Eventually maybe they all live together, the girls have a qpr situationship with their respective dog boy too and they all snuggle up together on the couch and life is good… I have a couple of other flekille au ideas though.

The one college au I would EAT UP FR. Anything modern for them is so fun for some reason. They could even have a like… y’know ‘that yuri manga where the prep girl thinks the emo girl’s a boy and she’s interested’ thing (googling it The guy she was interested in wasn’t a guy at all is the name), they feel like they’d have that energy… Except that instead of Fleki being dressed all cool she’s dressed in Minions merch or something. Puke colored tie dye. Marcille cringes but also smth about the cringefail allure has her enraptured (jk it’s mostly Fleki being determinedly clingy) Like come on imagine Fleki with the alpaca trampoline hand tattoo, Marcille would be so endeared. They have the vibes ever, I wanna see them hang out and with Lycion and Laios too

Marcille, seeing this disheveled absolute rascal: … I can fix her.

I made a reblog post that goes into Fleki’s drug addiction a lil for the topic of the ship just so it’s easily avoidable if it’s an uncomfortable topic to some, I don’t go into the details though, just on how it might affect their relationship

[cookiesnpaste]

Traditional art?? from me?????

havent gotten to do much digital art lately, but i did manage to fill up my sketchbook a few weeks back! no real standouts in there unfortunately, but i do like these oc doodles :)

[sinelanguage]

38. multiverse/alt self

Reiju knew to expect something off. A simple footnote in her mission file warned her about this possibility. Expect visions of other realities. Likely Devil Fruit user. Can cause lasting damage, prepare for powerful foes. She hadn’t asked any additional questions on the matter; any question would run the risk of being read as fear, so she’s learned to handle her concerns privately.��

So instead, she’d prepared to run into a version of herself. That in itself wasn’t hard; antidotes, disguises, and the like should be enough to handle herself. At her worst, she expected to deal with a worse version of Niji; emotionless and cruel but clever enough to punish her in interesting ways. 

She certainly hadn’t expected this. 

“You’ve been looking at the menu for quite some time, ma’am,” says a version of herself. Her bright pink hair is the same, as are the eyebrows. It’s definitely Reiju herself, as shocking as it is to see herself dressed as a simple waitress. “Do you have questions about anything? Would you like to start with an appetizer, a drink?”

The only preparation that’s been helpful has been her disguise. The alternate Reiju is regarding her like she would any other customer, apparently, with sweet politeness and fraying patience. Her smile is strained, and her eyes keep darting back to the kitchens.

“Oh, I’ll have whatever you recommend,” Reiju says with a smile, pushing her menu across the table. “The chef’s special.”

Alternate Reiju’s eyebrow twitches, emotions plain and unexpected on her face for just a moment. “I see,” she says slowly, like she’s getting a handle on herself. “Thanks for taking both of our precious time to come to that conclusion. I’ll let the chef know.”

Then, she snatches up the menu and turns back to the kitchen, her heels clicking loudly on the floor as she does. 

She’s irritable and impatient, her own mask failing easily like she's never learned to properly maintain it. Reiju tries to place her age– maybe seventeen at best. She’s always been much better at shielding her reactions, though, even as a child. This version of herself is oddly easy to read, considerably less on guard than she should be. 

How strange. 

Reiju only stopped at this restaurant to collect some intel unrelated to the potential Devil Fruit user and their alternate reality powers, but she seems to have walked straight into the vision itself. She watches herself take orders from nearby tables, and she watches as her polite, masked expression falters just a little, each and every time. 

She’s never faltered like that herself; she hasn’t been given the chance to. And yet here alternate Reiju is, showing her emotions at the mere irritation of customers. Like her only worries these days are irritating customers, rather than– well, rather than acting as the perfect, cruel crown princess of Germa.

Reiju had prepared for a monster, but instead, she’s faced with a girl. 

A girl who is shrinking on her job. Reiju watches as her alternate self keeps favoring going back to one table in particular, a group of young Marine recruits. There’s one of them she keeps picking on in particular, seeming to delight in riling her up until her face is red and her glasses falling off her face. 

It takes a yell from the kitchen for her to move, and she walks away with a self-satisfied smug grin that only fades when she hurries back to the kitchen for another order. 

Her alternate self is happy, Reiju realizes. Despite the annoyance at acting as a waitress, she’s unguarded in a way that Reiju herself never is. There’s a light laugh from the kitchens, when Reiju barely recognizes as her own, the sound being so unfamiliar to her. 

It’s almost like looking at an entirely different person. If it weren’t for the bright pink hair and recognizable eyebrows, Reiju wouldn’t even recognize herself. Is this what she’d be like, if she hadn’t been raised in Germa? 

She can’t help but frown. Seeing herself with a chance is worse than seeing herself as a monster. Reiju would have much rather fought someone with the disposition of her brothers, at least that would be satisfying.

Instead, she’s left feeling completely carved out; she’s watching a better version of herself lead a life she hadn’t ever thought about ever having. 

She's long since accepted her lot in life; to a vision of something else playing out in front of her like this is cruel.

After considerably longer than expected, alternate Reiju arrives with her chef’s special. It’s a warm stew, something that her own mother would have made when Reiju was much younger. It so strongly resembles it that Reiju has a bad idea that she knows who’s in the kitchen. 

She doesn’t want to see. She doesn’t want to confirm it.

“Oh, I haven’t had a dish like this since I was in the North Blue,” Reiju says. “Are you and the chef from there?”

There’s a flicker of something more recognizable on alternate Reiju’s face; fear. Now that’s finally familiar. 

“No, the chef’s not from the North Blue,” she says. “We're from–” Her alternate self pauses, hands fidgeting on the table. “Not the North Blue.”

Lying is a skill this Reiju has never had to practice. It makes her unexpectedly jealous.

“That’s a shame,” Reiju says. She pauses, watching her alternate self freeze up. “Could you give me compliments to the chef, regardless?”

“Of course,” she says in a rush. Fear still marks her expression, looking Reiju up and down. “I’ll– I’ll go inform the chef. Enjoy your meal.”

Then, she scurries away, her heels clattering as she does. 

The dish is filling, but Reiju can’t bring herself to finish it. There’s a life she needs to go back to, one that is considerably less kind. If this vision isn’t going to be a threat, she needs to cut this short. 

And, if she's honest with herself, she needs to cut this short before she's attempted to take a page out of her alternate self's book.

Picking herself up, she leaves a bundle of Berri on the table, pushes her chair in, and walks out without confirming any more information on the life she could’ve had.

[tapestryundone]

constantly thinking abt the long quiet and the shifting mound and their relationship w humanity. because the two are very much not mortal and even in the what happens next ending its very ambiguous if they ever WILL be or Can be. but even still they have both felt what its like to be mortal

i feel like its vague if the entity the two used to be even percieved its own existence. the way the narrator talks about it makes it seem like the two only existed conceptually and as a result lacked a complete sense of identity, and didnt need to, and wouldnt want to. but in the same way a thought cannot be unthought, the narrator gave them a glimpse into what it felt like to be mortal and the two can never un-know it, even if it wasnt exactly the same

the long quiet in particular seems especially tied to humanity and in some aspects seems to want to BE human (which feels so potent given how decidedly Not human he is). the game tends to imply that every option you get is a thought he DOES have, and in the spaces between, the choices dont seem as influenced by a given voice, which highlights even more how much he feels conflicted on his own nature that he gets Multiple options to express discomfort with himself being a god

it just gets to me how one of the options during the fight is literally "appeal to your shared humanity". because even if the two are gods, their separation and reshaping has given them humanity that they can never un-feel. for how much the shifting mound grieves what she once was, she cannot will her humanity away. shes mourning what the two of them once was and is desperate to have it back at any cost, even though they can never be together how they once were.

even if the long quiet goes with her, theyre still apart and lack balance, because the two once just Were and werent two parts. they werent both halves, they werent two concepts, they were just one concept that happened to, by human eyes, consist of two halves. and the narrators insertion of humanity into the mix in order to separate them, separating them into concepts that humans understood, manually put into existence a struggle for equilibrium where that balance had simply Existed

but theyve already perceived what felt like reality and can never un-see it. they were separated and Need the other to feel whole and for reality to BE whole but the moment that either of them realized their own free will, the moment the two fully came to feel like people, they could never be together the same way once again

im struggling to come up with a metaphor that isnt silly but its like if you took a piece of fabric and cut it in two and made them both into shirts. youve added a piece of humanity into them and doing so cost its original form. to take them apart and try to put them back together would never get you the original, whole piece of fabric back, because theyve been completely changed by their own unique destruction and reconstruction

they were separated in a way that gave them humanity that they have such conflicting feelings on. both seem to have a deep love of humanity but vastly different ideas on what humanity needs to thrive, because its in their natures

in order to get one to kill the other the narrator let the long quiet interpret the both of them as mortal. and for a being of perception and an god thats being lied to, this became part of their limited view of the world, on top of all the other reasons that the two gained humanity. the long quiet couldnt be told what to do if he didnt have the ability to potentially act on the narrators desires, and the shifting mound could never die if the long quiet didnt believe her to be capable of death

the narrator gave the two humanity and the shifting mound is very reasonably distressed by this. because the two of them never asked for this but they cant undo it. it is her OWN subtle desire for things to be the same as they used to be, her own piece of that stagnation that also led to her experiencing humanity, that makes her so adamant during the fight. she misses the long quiet and wants to undo a change that cannot be undone in search of a constant state of being that was taken from her

and the long quiet felt so closely tied to mortality, both its existence and absence, that no matter what, he wants to aid humanity. but hes been lied to and denied autonomy to the point where he doesnt know what that entails. but he wants to be a part of it. he was given fake mortality and cant seem to figure out how he feels

the shifting mound is set in how she feels it best to aid in the existence of life. she is stagnant in her feelings because its all that feels right to her. the long quiet is ever-shifting in how he feels it best to aid in the existence of life. he is changing in his feelings because its all that feels right to him

getting to the heart of the shifting mound allows them a moment to discuss it as the closest they can get to mortals. the two care about their impact on life and what it means to be alive and what better way for the two of them to truly decide what they want to do about it, outside of the conflict thats been forced between them, than as the mortals they never were?

[bidisaster-peanut-romano]

Curious if you think Johnny, peanut, and Lola have/had siblings or if they're just only children. Personally I always hc johnny and lola as only children but felt that peanut had a younger sister who passed away.

why hi anon!!! this such an interesting question, thank you!!

i remember reading that hc, yep!!

i hc all the three of them, however, to be only children (i think they're the only greasers that i do??). in fact, for all three of them, this fundamental isolation is their childhood is, in the way i read it, what shaped some of the way they socialize and influences a lot their interactions.

as for johnny, the thing is that his parents were both in the drug dealing circles of new coventry, hence why they were in prison for a while- his father was actually pretty important in the neighborhood, while his mom mostly helped and did other legal jobs (which is also why she got out earlier). and johnny learnt both how to be a man and how not to be a man from his father- he taught him strength and roughness and to never take a hit but punch harder. but he also taught that johnny didn't want to hit his woman, didn't want to leave the house for a smoke to cool his head when she was crying and threatening to hurt herself because of him, didn't want her to be his slave.

in this framework, i think that him having, say, a brother would sort of... scatter the relationship his father has with him, the attention and, almost, the pressure to be worthy of being treated as a peer. which is something i really like to read for johnny. and i also like the idea of him having had his mother as the only woman in his life, before lola. call him a mama's boy, but he learned to take care of his mother before he even questioned how to deal with an eventual girlfriend. so he has learned to take care of the people he has around himself, such as peanut, almost in a way that replaces a paternal figure as protector of the house. but also internalized some very specific notions about masculinity and virility that he totally projects onto the relationship with lola.

ultimately, i think, the whole point is that the way he lives the relationship with lola in particular is basically a result with having grown up with the only reference in his house of close human interaction as his parents, and having to sort of step up where they lacked in the sole spousal relationship.

with peanut, my hc is that his mom had him when she was very young, sixteen years old, and she was... basically on her own, really; the boy she had had him with had fled as soon as he had a chance, her dad was on the other side of the ocean and her mom was basically mia (i still have to figure out the logistics of this, since, when i first elaborated it, i forgot for a while that Laws Existed, LMAO, and i was already too far in the creating process to change that), so she had to raise him on her own. and peanut spent most of his childhood in his living room, waiting for his mom to come back home, watching the vhs she had rented for him and reading the motors magazines. it's there that he fell in love with greasers, crushing on marlon brando and james dean, the shiny motorcycles and the raw leather jackets.

he basically had to live with himself, you see. also bc his mom, so young and unprepared, was very overwhelmed most of the time, and- i did post a quick snippet of a scrapped chapter of my fic already, actually, so you can get a broad but more detailed idea of their relationship if you want!! either way, point is. larry had to learn to tend to himself at a very young age, dealing with the loneliness and his own sensitivity, running from eventual kids of the neighborhood, who liked to take advantage of him being much smaller than most of them, trying not to take up too much space and upset his mom.

so of course, when he met johnny, older, proud, powerful as a sun, promising to take care of him, it felt almost unreal, something he never thought he could have wished for nor something he thought he deserved. some kind of care and protection hed never learnt to receive, and that he hang onto for dear life because suddenly... he wasn't on his own anymore.

(sometimes parents are just Contextual Objects. other time they are fully fleshed ocs with a backstory and a whole personality. turns out despite everything immacolata romano is really my child and i am so so fond of her and id have soo much more to say abt her relationship w peanut. but i digress)

and lola- i'll admit, shes the one i bounced back and forth about the most, in trying to imagine her family's situation. (in fact, if you see any reference to her family in my older fics/post, no you dont) at some point i even considered the idea of her having a much older brother who would sort of fill in for some absent father figure, but then i scrapped it. i think that, in her case as well, having grown up alone with her parents' relationship as a reference makes potentially much more sense than any other possibility i considered.

lola has a quote, in which she says "i'm so old, my life is almost over!" when... she's just?? sixteen??? seventeen??? i think it's because, see, her parents got married and had her when they were young, maybe nineteen or twenty- yknow, as soon as it was legal for the both of them without too many loopholes. however, the relationship was very unbalanced and fundamentally deteriorated, perhaps not from the beginning but very soon. her father being dominant, violent, arrogant and such. and her mother has always been bitter, subdued but angry and resentful at her husband, at the golden expectations she had, at her womanhood and, of course, at her daughter. she's always seen her as living proof of her own wasted beauty and youth; but, especially as soon lola started growing up to the age at which girls start being looked at by the boys, which we unfortunately know how soon it is, saw in her what she felt she'd lost. so she'd often remind her how lola was the reason why she is now a ruin of a woman, why she went from a beautiful and promising girl to an old and unattractive hag.

again- her being the only child helps focus on her the kingpin of this dynamic, especially on her mother's part. so lola grew up knowing what can happen to women, what remains when the fairytales of the princess marrying the prince crumble with the remnants of childhood. she realized at eleven, twelve years old how men were starting to look at her in the street and she knew what the next step would have been. she was reminded every day of her life. so, when she walked into bullworth, into the relationship with johnny, all she knew is that she wouldn't have ended up like her mother. knew that she wouldn't have fallen in love, wouldn't be tricked by the sweet words and the dreamy gazes. and she knew that she had no weapons to defend herself but the very thing that could've otherwise been the death of her, that being the male attention. and finding a way to use johnny's attention specifically, with his blind devotion mixed to the obliviousness, to her own advantage... well, that's what her whole arc is about, isn't it.

as i write this, i'm starting to realize that her having, perhaps specifically a brother, might function as a tool to highlight the difference in treatment between her, a daughter, and an eventual son. however, i stand my case that i really like the idea of this whole dynamic of her parents and her mother in particular resting on her and her only, creating this sort of... tunnel vision in which her very isolation in front of her view create her idea of how the world works.

thank you so much for the question!! it was a lot of fun to answer + it helped me make some order among some concepts i had in my mind <33

[pixelatedquarter]

Fall Out Boy has a little less than a month now with a break in which they could literally go film a 4th MV for sm(f)s. If you even care.

[meetthegofer]

"you ever discover something about yourself that makes you question everything you thought you knew?" "is this about your parents again"

[itslilacmoon]

will you guys still love me if i make the occasional lunter shitpost

[felixravinstills]

do you think Suzanne Collins could ever conceptualize what we've done to President Ravinstill?

[crescentfool]

the fruit aisle incident

[pepperpixel]

Both love and hate the absolute DELUGE of ink a fresh sharpie unleashes onto the paper the instant it makes contact…. I have complicated feelings towards the deluge lmao

[unopenablebox]

important part of my relationship is that my girlfriend isn't subscribed to money stuff, so when we walk to work together i can just describe really good money stuff bits to them