#twas totally not planned

[kitmoas]

Omg are you guys dating

me and @themidnightcrimson?

[zhongrin]

if you see this, and you're about to sleep (like me), i hope we both get a good rest and our f/os visits us in our dreams ᰔᩚ

if you're just starting your day, good luck and i hope your day will be good and filled with positive things coming straight to your way ᰔᩚ

and if you're in the middle of your day, i hope you're given strength to tackle the remaining hours before you can kick back and relax ᰔᩚ

[foolish-rat]

Commentary on RTTE S1 Ep 13 Total Nightmare

This is one of my favorite episodes in the show and I don’t see enough people talking about it.

Ruff: And so the drama begins...

Tuff: One man, one dragon, one leg, vs one rapidly closing dome.

Guys, I love the twins so much. They have a new hyperfixation every other day and it’s amazing. Also, Tuff, you ain’t gotta do my boy Hiccup like that 😭

Tuff: 'Twas once a drill, then it became a game, now it is theater!

Ruff: Let the drama unfold!

Ruff’s little pose here. I love her so so so much

Tuff: I'll wager he loses an eye.

Ruff: Haha! On the contrary, i predict act one, scene one will conclude with the loss of a gallbladder.

Tuff: Or perhaps a leg, what say you, young Hiccup?

Again with the leg jokes. Me personally, I wouldn’t take that level of disrespect.

The whole scene with Snotlout racing is just him getting hit with branches. How is my man not concussed, bro got a skull made of gronckle iron 💀 Also, he 100% could’ve made that if he didn’t spend 5 seconds shouting at Hookfang

Hookfang refusing the fish and then throwing not only the fish but Snotlout as well 😭

Snotlout: Ow, hey, everybody saw that right?

Tuff: Yes we did, my friend and it was delightful.

Tuff… 😭

Snotlout: No I mean Hookfang, he's acting weird.

Fishlegs: How's that?

Snotlout: Well, he didn't listen to me during the race, he ran away, he just spit fish in my face, and threw me against the wall!

The wall in question:

Also Fishlegs, why are you smiling

Hookfang slamming his head against the roof multiple times, I’m not entirely sure what the plan was there. Like, I feel like that was probably the least productive thing he could’ve done.

Snotlout’s face here. This is probably how the other riders see him

Hookfang was put in time out. Free my man, he ain’t do nothing wrong 🗣️

Snotlout: Hey! Hookfang, you feeling better? Who wants tuna for breakfast?

That is NOT a tuna, also why is it so big???

Snotlout: Great. I accept your offer to help in the search. Come on, Toothless. Up, bud! Fly, bud! Do something, bud!

Hiccup really does call Toothless bud a lot. It means a lot to me that the other riders notice this as well.

Toothless is so done with Snotlout

Snotlout: This place again? This is where I found him last time.

Why wasn’t that the first place he checked???

Astrid: Look! There is another Monstrous Nightmare!

Hiccup: That's not just another Monstrous Nightmare. That's a female Monstrous Nightmare.

You can tell because she is pink and pink is a girl color

Snotlout: A female Monstrous Nightmare? Now it all makes sense. My dragon has a way with the ladies! Must have picked up a few pointers from his master.

Astrid: I doubt it. She's not dry heaving.

L rizz from Snotlout

Snotlout try not to get injured challenge: impossible

Fishlegs: it means that meeting this female has reawakened his primal instincts. And he’s returning to the wild.

Fishlegs successfully predicting the third movie.

Fishlegs: It's nature, Snotlout. You can't fight it.

Snotlout: Watch me.

Ate that line up

Hiccup: It's a scary idea, huh? That one of our dragons might just one day go back to the wild? You'd never do that to me, would you bud? I didn't think so.

Uh…

Snotlout: Primal instincts, Thor's butt! My primal instinct is to get my dragon back.

Another banger line

Snotlout: Hi, Girl Hookfang! I see, you already got my boy bringing dinner for you. Big step.

He’s jealous

He got hit in the face with an eel. Real talk, I wanna know how this man is still alive. This is gonna be a long rant analyzing the effect of an injury in a kids tv show, skip ahead if you don’t want to read this part.

There are 3 different things that determine the severity of the shock and the resulting injury; the amount of voltage, the duration of the shock, and path of the shock through the body. Unfortunately, Snotlout did not have a single thing going well for him and managed to have the worst luck in all 3 areas. Electricity is extremely dangerous. 120 volts going through the human body for only 2 seconds is enough to cause death. Electric eels can produce charges on average from 450-600 volts of electricity. Some have been recorded to produce up to 860 volts. For comparison, outlets only use 120 volts. The duration of the shock effects how severe the injury is. Unsurprisingly, the longer the shock, the greater the injury. Snotlout was electrocuted for about 3-5 seconds which is a pretty long time, especially since a single shock from an eel is enough to cause significant pain or immobilize their prey. An important thing to note is that the eel is on land. Without water to disperse some of the shock, it would be stronger and more direct. He was hit in the face, and the eel landed on his chest, where it continuously shocked him for 3-5 seconds. Currents through the heart or nervous system are most dangerous. A shock to the head will cause your nervous system to be damaged. A shock to the chest is incredibly dangerous as it gives direct access to the body’s most vital organs. He managed to get shocked in the two worst places to get shocked.

Long story short, I have no idea how this mf is alive.

Snotlout: I have had enough of you, Hookfang! It's time to choose, her or me.

Genuinely sobbing

Tuff: Classic romantic comedy paradigm. Boy gets dragon, boy loses dragon, dragon falls asleep, boy eats, boy falls asleep, dragon eats.

What is he going on about???

Snotlout: I give up. If being with her makes Hookfang happy, I guess I should be happy for him, too. Ugh. If you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to go lay down for a few... weeks.

🥺

Hiccup: We've gotta get him back in the saddle right away.

Hiccup, not everyone solves their problems by working

Snotlout: Too small, too slow, two heads.

This is genuinely one of my favorite jokes in the entire series.

Hiccup: What are you saying?

Snotlout: I'm saying that if I can't fly Hookfang, I don't want to fly any dragon.

Astrid: How can you be a dragon rider and not ride a dragon?

Snotlout: You were always the smart one, Astrid.

🥺

Snotlout: Quitting, that's right. ✨I shall be a dragon rider no more✨

Why did he say it like that-

Tuff: Time to call in the understudy.

Ruff: Hey Fishlegs, how's your Snotlout?

immediately looking for a replacement 💀

Hiccup: Oh, come on Snotlout, you're just hurting now, that's all. Give it some time.

Snotlout: No, Hiccup, my mind is made up. I'm going to say goodbye to Hookfang, and then sail back to Berk for good. It's over.

genuinely heartbreaking

Astrid: You wanna tell us what's going on here?

Fishlegs: It looks like two male dragons fighting over a female.

Ruff: Yeah, I've heard male Vikings do it too, but I've personally never seen it.

Give it a few years, Ruff

Hiccup: Get him, Snotlout! You guys can do this.

Astrid: Hey, be careful. He's pretty nasty.

Snotlout: Whatever happens to us, promise me you'll protect those eggs.

Hiccup: We will.

🥺

Astrid: He's crazy.

Hiccup: He's Snotlout.

Astrid: True.

Couldn’t have put it better myself

The evil smirk. Bro got a diabolical scheme

Snotlout: And to think I saved them. Okay, okay! We saved them. We saved them. Snotlout, Hookfang! Oi! Oi! Oi!

Love that he’s chanting both of their names.

Hiccup: Uh, what's wrong with you two?

Ruff: Nothing.

Tuff: You just don't see enough happy endings these days. Snotlout! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!

The twins are so dramatic, I love them so much

Okay that’s it 💕

[just-some-random-blogger]

hi! your works are absolutely fascinating! so alive(?) and captivating. (if you're comfortable with it) can you please write something about daemon x rhae royce's younger sister who looks like a pretty lady but has a personality of a much harsher warrior than anyone could imagine. maybe she appears at the court right after rhae's death or even later. i just had an idea and it's totally you right to decide what to do with it. thank u in advance!

Served Cold

Daemon Targaryen x Royce!Reader

Summary: "Twas never my sister which was the ugly one between the two of us," I seethe, holding my dagger even tighter to the prince's neck, "Twas I."

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Depictions/descriptions of violence/death/murder, fem!reader, i spun a roulette to decide daemon's fate, i describe readers features, gaslight gatekeep girlboss, typos, etc.

A/N: I WAS SO EXCITED WHEN I SAW THIS NONNIE. RHEA WASN'T EVEN UGLY DAEMON NEEDS GLASSES AND TO GO TO JAIL. This is my vindication for the baddest babe that never got to be. I hope you like it nonnie, this took quite a dark turn lol Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda Part two anyone "I Want You, I Get You"

I made it a point to perfect my form before even practicing my moves. I was conscientious and sedulous in my work. Fair enough, I was not a quick learner like my sister. Rhea had always been better a picking up new things, but then again, I suppose the reason why it took me a while to learn something was because I wanted to make sure I knew every nuance, every sliver of detail about whatever it was that I was learning, before allowing myself to get into it.

And so when I was getting into him, by the time I was done, I knew Daemon Targaryen better than he even knew himself.

I knew it all. What he liked, and what he didn't. What got him turned on, what got him blood thirsty, and what got him bored.

I knew him like the back of my hand.

I knew what would make him tick before I even met him.

And I knew well to dress myself in colors that pleased him-- his house colors, of course, in all his vanity. I knew what style of dresses he liked on women; I knew the exact level of madonna and whore he was looking for.

I made sure the plunges of my collars were deep enough to attract attention, but modest enough to keep something for the imagination. I also I told my seamstress to keep my sleeves short and capped so he would want nothing more than to touch my bare arms.

If a tinge of decency overcame Daemon out of sport, I made sure to give him reason to avert his attentions to my skin by wearing some delicate silver jewelry.

I painted my face to accentuate the features I have been complimented on since a child. I drew on my eyes to make them look as though they were constantly gazing unto him with wonder, and brushed red on my cheeks, as though I was constantly blushing at his remarks, and on my lips, as though I was constantly pouting at his teases.

But all those things were nothing. The appearances I've had in front of the prince thus far, at court, during festivities and otherwise where nothing compared to what I had planned on our red-letter day.

Today, the kicker was my hair, my hair that was tied well enough to keep my thick, brown locks in fashion, but loose enough that with a strong enough flick, it would come undone.

"Lady Royce," Daemon calls, handing me a drink. I raised an eye at him and showed no acceptance of it as I crossed my arms.

He enjoyed that. He enjoyed it so much he poured the drink meant for me into his own cup and threw the empty one behind him with no regard. Why would he have regard, anyway?

He rakes in my appearance, "I see you have made a point to wear blue and red this evening," his lips curve, "could this be a marriage proposal between our two houses?"

Daemon is excited by my crass response, "you have not only already tainted my sister's being and bloodied your hands with hers, yet now you still thirst to defile the last remaining of her house?"

He tilts his head down at me as he narrows his eyes, "except I never touched that troll," the prince steps forward, "never wanted to touch her," he smirks, "unlike her little sister."

I lean close to him as I glare, "you're going to have to keep dreaming about it, my prince, because the day our skin touches is the day one of us dies."

Daemon breathes in my scent before I pull away abruptly. He chuckles from his spot, watching as I stormed off.

I was meant to exit the chamber and have him follow after me, but it seems that would not be happening, as Jason Lannister made it a point to grab my arm before I could depart.

"Lady Royce," he calls, making me turn and stand before him as he pulls away, "I apologize for the brashness, but I could not allow myself to have you leave without sharing at least one drink with me.

My lips curve at his words. A devious smile winds up on my lips, "why of course, my lord."

Jason then leads me off to where we could share a drink in relative quiet. I feel Daemon's gaze burn me with every move I made.

He was not particularly entertaining; Jason made it a point to talk about himself and how rich and powerful he was, but still, I made it appear that I was absolutely enchanted by our conversation, and that I was absolutely smitten.

I do say, Daemon had a timeliness to himself when he caught me genuinely laughing to the first funny thing Jason Lannister said all night.

And so when the vermin carelessly pulled me back with so much force, my hair tie finally gave up as I turned to him in offence.

I gasp at it, clutching my hair and its accessories, so that it would not further fall. Jason picks up one of my fallen clips as I rip my arm out of Daemon's clutch. I eye him darkly and mutter, "imbecile."

He lets out a dry scoff as Jason does a horrible job at trying to put my clip back where it was a while ago.

I grab his hand in both of mine and give a pinched smile, "I appreciate the efforts, Jason, but I think it is a sign I should retire. I could not go about the rest of the night like this."

"Nonesense," he shakes his head, "dare I say you look better this way."

I chuckle under my breath and begin to back away, "I thank you for your high opinions of me, but I really must go."

I take in Jason's expression as he steps towards me. Daemon eyes him darkly.

A clever thought springs in mind. I release a breath, "well, if you would like, we can meet at the gardens after I fix my hair."

The Lannister's face lights up, "I would want nothing more."

I give him one last look of regard, forfeiting one for Daemon, and make my way outside.

I make attempts together my hair up and fix it the way it was a while ago. It was I that fashioned my hair today. It was an easy task to do it again, even without a mirror, this time, more securely. I make my way out of the hall, towards the gardens.

I feel my stomach churn in anticipation when I hear the heavy footsteps behind me.

The next thing I know, I am pressed against the wall, being stared down my the riled up Targaryen, "you exasperating minx."

My nostrils flare at his expression and I shove him off me with a grunt. He reels back at my unexpected strength.

I give him a dirty look as I speed down the hall.

Daemon takes a moment before replying and chasing after me, "do you expect me to believe you did not plan for that to happen?"

I scoff as I gather my skirts in my hands, "oh, but of course I wanted my hair to come undone before Jason Lannister. That was the plan from the moment I was born."

When I hear his steps quicken, I bring my skirt higher and tighter in my grips, running faster.

Daemon is stunned by this and it takes a moment for the scene to register in his mind.

I eventually make it into the garden when he manages to grab me again. We are both heaving when he spins me around and tightly clasps my arms, "nowhere to run, little girl."

I grip my skirt tightly as I wrangle my shoulders in his grip. Daemon smirks at me all while using his strength against my actions.

"Now that you've had your fun," he leans in, "it's my turn now."

I bring my hand under my skirt. The moment he makes the mistake of withdrawing one of his hands, I knee him with all my strength in his groin, sending him crumpling down with a pained whine. That will hopefully prevent him from ever having children.

"You fucking bit-"

I tackle him to the ground, ripping my dagger off my thigh holster as I did so. With him pinned bellow me and my knee onto his back, I brought the blade to his neck, red immediately begins to gush against his skin, "you must understand something-"

I gag him with a piece of cloth I prepared in the chance he squirmed. He did not, I gaged him out of spite.

"Twas never my sister which was the ugly one between the two of us," I seethe, holding my dagger even tighter to the prince's neck, "Twas always I."

With one, clean, practiced move, I slashed the prince's throat. I made sure it was not enough to kill him, but enough for the guards to find him when I scream for help. We'll find out soon enough if it is his fate to meet my sister, or if it is mine.

I drop the blade to his side and pull away from him. I turn to my hands, smiling at the fact I managed to keep them clean. I then drop to my hind, and crawl back screaming, "HELP! HELP! SOMEONE HELP US! THE PRINCE HAS BEEN SLAIN!"

I continue my screams up until someone comes.

It's Jason, frantic and distraught.

Perfect.

[trashlama]

I totally agree Bowser was definitely a yandere in that movie! Peaches even sounds like a yandere song if you sang it in a dark tone .

🎶“At the end of the line , I’ll make you mine”🎶

Also hi I just saw your drawing of bunny/rabbit and omg it looks amazing ! So cute love the details ! 💗💗💗💗

Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed the post. Quick thing I just want to address before I continue.↓

Sorry it's taking so long on all these reqs, I suck I know. Tbh with guys I've been really focusing on the Future yandere Raph one-shot part of Yandere Future Turtle's series I've got going on forever now. It's killing me. Like I can't tell you guys how many drafts I've scrapped in the last two months. Thoooouugh now; I think I've got the plot I like soooo hopefully I can get that out soon😅. Though only time can tell...

I also want to mention damn folks you guys are all radical. I love the reqs from this community! It keeps things interesting~

Sorry about all the rablin'! Anyways—

In the Raph pet name post I had mentioned how I already had some Sun Wukong/and LMK sketches? Well here we are.

(Monkey King Reborn, LMK)

The one to the right is the drawin' I'm soooo fuckin' sad about! It was my favorite! I can't tell you how long that baby took me when I first sketched it out 😭. It twas my precious...

Though that's okay because I got more of my favorites that I plan to post some time in a big ole drawin' dump. So if you like Pucca, FNAF, Betty Boo, Sonic and more. I would keep an eye out for that.

Speaking of precious things~ I need to give my kitty some love.

Thank you everyone for looking and your support! I hope you guys have a great week!

[mixedkid-matchup]

INTRODUCING THE MIXED KID MATCH UP!

tournament where you vote for your fav multiracial (or multispecies!) character(s)!

inspired by polls like: @blackandpinkbracket @blorbo-archers-tournament @blueandyellowbracket @ultimatepinkgirl @homoeroticbetrayal @adhdswagcompetition @autismswagsummit @beefy-babe-showdown (HIII) tagging @competition-list

twas not planning on taking submissions, BUT IF YOU HAVE SOMEONE I DONT ALREADY then send me an ask bc im too lazy to make a google form. (characters i have are below cut + rules)

Submissions will stop being taken on Thursday, March 9th @ 7PM MST Tonight at 7PM MST SUBMISSIONS CLOSED

Rules: 1. fictional characters only. i’d love to put myself on the poll for kicks but fr I don’t know how your fave youtuber would feel about being put on a tumblr poll lmao.   2. pjo characters do not count. their greek ancestry is not incorporated in dna (this is stated in the books, but there is evidence against it, like percy’s greek eyes, but this is a fantasy/mythology book so like whatever. also this is stated so the characters can date outside their cabin.) 3. you can submit more than one character but dont submit one more than once 4. my matches so far are color-coded based on anime character, cartoon character, comic/graphic novel character, live action character, and book character. so in the beginning i will match the anime ones together and so forth to keep it fair for at least the beginning. 5. dont submit the entire family in the poll. keep it to like a pair of siblings that are the focus or something. or the main character. 6. polls will last 24 hours because im impatient 7. you can campaign!!!!! TAG ME!!!!!! I’LL SHOW IT OFF!!!! 8. you do not have to be nice in the comments and tags idc!!! trash talk!!! have fun!! just dont like actually legit send death threats or slurs to people. in seriousness. and to people you dont know. Characters so far: - Tamaki Suoh (white-french/japanese) - Luz Noceda (afrolatine/black dominican) - Kipo (black/korean + mute/human) - Inuyasha (human/demon) - Miles Morales (afrolatine/puerto rican + black) - Hiro Hamada (white/japanese) - Glimmer (asian/??? whtever tf her mom is ig) - Damien Wayne (white/arabic) - Alex Russo (Wizards of Waverly Place) (white-italian/mexican) - Alina Starkov (white/asian) - Sabrina Spellman (mortal/witch) - Aquaman (atlantean/surface dweller LMAO WHY DID THE CREATOR SAY IT LIKE THAT) - Keith Kogane (galra/human) - Raven (human/demon) - Mark Grayson (human/vultrimite + white/asian) - Marceline (half human) - Scott Mccall (white/hispanic) - Steven (Steven Universe) (gem/human) - Marinette Dupain-Cheng (white/asian) - Cassandra Cain (white/chinese) - Alex (Totally Spies) (afrolatine + white) - Aster (The Witch Boy) (black/white) - Ginny (Ginny and Georgia) (black/white) - Wednesday (white/hispanic) - Mako and Bolin (LOK) (fire/earth bender) - Elisa Maza (black/indigenous) - Carter and Sadie Kane (black/white)

[canirove]

The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 7

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"Are you sure they won't mind if I join you?"

"They won't, Roberta. They probably are celebrating that they made it to the next round, they won't mind having an extra visit."

"Welcome back, your Royal Highness" Kane says as we walk into the changing room.

"Thank you very much. And congratulations. I've brought a friend with me, I hope you don't mind."

"Of course not, ma'am."

"I was told there were naked men, tho" Roberta says. "Where are they?"

"Please excuse her. She's Italian and... you know them" I say, giving her a murderous look. 

"Oh, yes, you know us. It's the Mediterranean blood, we all are horny" she replies, giving me a similar look.

"I like Italy and Italian women" Grealish says, looking at Roberta from head to toe. 

"Good for you. What about you, Rashford?" she asks him, giving him her most charming smile.

"It is a beautiful country, and my girlfriend and I love the food" he replies.

"Ouch" Declan chuckles behind us. When I turn to look at him, his eyes are already fixed on me. "Hello."

"Hi" I say, smiling from ear to ear.

"Nice shirt."

"Thank you. I took your advice and gave red a go."

"You look beautiful, your Royal Highness. Though we aren't matching today" he says, pointing at my chest. "Where is your number four?"

"I bought this shirt the other day when I went shopping, and I didn’t have time to put a number on it. If only I knew England’s number four and he could get me one..."

“If only” Declan smirks. "TWas that the day you met my mum?"

"Yep. She was with this girl... I can't remember if she introduced herself or not."

"Yeah... Lilith."

"That's an interesting name" I chuckle. "Who is she?"

"You know who she is."

"I don’t" I shrug.

"C'mon, El... Ma'am. I'm sure you did a deep dive into my life after you met me."

"Maybe” I shrug. “But I still don't know who she is."

"She..."

"Ma'am, Deccers, should we take the photo?" Kane asks us, Roberta already in deep conversation with some of the other players.

"Yes, of course”

"We'll continue this conversation later" Declan says to my ear, making me feel goosebumps down my spine. "I'll dm you.”

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"You are crazy."

"Roberta..."

"No! I'm not going to help you with this" she says, crossing her arms over her chest.

"C'mon, it is just a little lie" I say, sitting next to her.

"A little lie? Little? You want me to tell David that you aren't feeling well so you can sneak out and go on a date with Declan, putting everyone at risk. What if someone recognizes you? Or him? What if you end up in the press? I'm not doing it, I'm sorry."

After our visit to the changing room, Declan did as he said and sent me a dm on Instagram. It is the only place safe enough to talk without my family somehow finding about him. 

He wanted to talk about Lilith, but he wanted to do it in person. He said it was too important to do it over text. So he suggested that we should meet on his free day, go for a walk around the park, maybe get some ice-cream. He didn't say it, but it totally felt like a date.

"But I need to speak with him. Please" I pout.

"No."

"Ok, fine" I say, getting up. "Then I'll run away."

"How?" Roberta chuckles. "David is at the door, there are security guards everywhere. They will see you."

"I'll manage." 

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"You are the best friend in the world, you know?"

"Yeah, yeah. Let's hope that helps when your dad throws me in a cell at the dungeons."

"We don't have dungeons" I laugh.

"That you know of" Roberta says.

I somehow convinced her to help me meet Declan. The plan is to tell David that I'm not feeling well, that I must have eaten something, and as she leaves to go for a walk to buy me something, she also starts feeling sick, distracting him enough so I can leave the room and escape through the emergency stairs. She loved acting back at school, this should be easy peasy for her. 

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"I can't believe it actually worked" Declan laughs.

"Neither do I" I say. 

Roberta's acting skills... Wow. That was better than some things I've seen on tv, and for a moment, I thought she was actually sick.

"Love the outfit, tho."

"We are matching again" I smile.

To kind of go unnoticed, we both chose to wear the most basic clothes ever, a hat and sunglasses, trying to look like two tourists and not like a princess and a football star.

"But you are looking way better than me, ma'am."

"You can call me Eleanor, no one is watching."

"Ok... Eleanor" he says with a cheeky smile.

"I love the way you say my name."

"You what?" he laughs. 

"I'm sorry, I just…" Why did I say that? Urgh. "I've never been a big fan of my name. But when you say it, it's different" I shrug.

"You don't like your name? Why?"

"I don't know. It just feels... Too serious. And I hate that my nickname is Ellie. Eveb though now I am used to it, I still don't like it. It sounds too childish."

"One is too serious, and the other too childish" he says, arching a brow and trying really hard not to laugh again.

"I know, I know. It's stupid, but..."

"No, it's ok. When I was a kid I didn't like Declan that much either, it was too different compared to what the other kids were called."

"Your best friend is called Mason" I chuckle.

"And that's something that made me feel less alone, that he also had a name that you don't hear that often. You should be grateful that you don't share your name with ten other girls."

"I kind of do now. I've been told that many girls are being called Eleanor because of me."

"Perks of being the best royal" he winks.

"Yeah, sure" I chuckle, feeling my cheeks get warm. "So, speaking of names. Lilith?"

"Yeah..." Declan sighs. "She is my ex-girlfriend."

"Then why is she here?"

"That's what I asked her when she showed up with my mum. She said that the other girls had invited her, that since they all were friends and this was a special occasion, they wanted to be all together even if we weren't together anymore. Which, ok, I get it. But when we met at the hotel on my first free day, she tried to kiss me."

"Oh" I say, suddenly finding the floor very interesting.

"She is here to try and win me back. After cheating on me, she wants me back" he chuckles.

"She cheated on you?"

"Yeah. And with a guy we went to school with."

"That's... I... I'm sorry."

"Nah, don't be. Things were already bad between us, so" he shrugs.

"You don't want her back, then?" 

"She's in the past. 100%."

"Good" I mutter. 

"Fancy an ice-cream?" Declan asks me after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence that seem to last an eternity.

"I would love that" I say with a shy smile. Though on the side, I’m grinning. He isn’t interested on Lilith. He doesn’t want her back.

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━      

"I think we may be in trouble" Declan says while we are queuing.

"What?"

"Don't look, but there are two women behind us whispering and taking photos."

"Shit."

"Move to be in front of me. Let's try and act as if I am your bodyguard."

"My... my bodyguard?"

"Anything wrong with it?"

"No, I just... You..."

"Too sexy for a bodyguard, I know" he says, making me feel a bit less nervous about the fact that someone may have recognized us.

"Definitely. Imagine the headlines. The princess and the sexy bodyguard."

"Forbidden love" he chuckles. "And we should go."

"What? Why?"

"More people are staring, come on" Declan says, putting his hand on my back and making me walk. 

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━      

"How did they find me?" I say when we get into a taxi, trying to catch my breath.

"I don't know. Someone must have tipped them" Declan says, camera's flashing all around us.

"Do you think they recognized you?"

"I don't think so, they were too focused on you. Sir, can we please move?" he urges the taxi driver.

"I'm trying to" he says, cursing under his breath.

After our failed visit to the ice-cream ban, we noticed people following us. We tried to distract them, to lose them inside the park, but it was impossible. A few minutes later, we were running, paparazzi following us while trying to get a photo.

"Who is that?" Declan asks when my phone starts ringing, the taxi finally moving.

"David."

"Do you think..."

"Oh, he knows. He definitely knows" I sigh.

[marionluth]

This came to exist through another Reddit activity. The prompt was mathematics and of course I wrote about Tim. Beware! The fanon is strong in this one. 'Twas fun. I regret nothing.

Do the Math

Tim Drake was nothing if he wasn't good at math. Math was his superpower. And maybe it wasn't an overtly volatile superpower like those of the Supeys—the kind that could smash supervillains through brick walls—but math could sure as hell be volatile in the right hands. Tim's hands.

Tim could calculate success probabilities like nobody’s business. Of course, he’d then promptly ignore those probabilities and dive in anyway. But he knew, and that counts for something, right? Math could help calculate ideal timing for high-value target extraction because Tim didn’t just barge in guns blazing—that was Jason's thing. Dick’s too (minus the guns), if he was being honest. No. Tim calculated the exact second when security rotations would leave the least coverage on the target. The fact that Nightwing would then throw the whole plan off with some acrobatics that would take him way too long to land the damn kick he was supposed to land? Well, that was par for the course.

Math was an invaluable ally when it came to combat angles and attack trajectories, too. Tim could calculate the perfect angle for throwing batarangs, scoring maximum efficiency and damage with minimal visibility, accounting for variables like wind speed and throw angle. He’d tried to explain it to Jason once, but it didn’t go over well.

One might think that would be the extent of it, but Tim knew better, because forensic math was a thing, and blood spatter patterns could spill more tea than most apprehended suspects. Bruce was a man of simple pleasures and preferred his roughing-up-the-goons-until-they-speak methods, but Tim, with the right equations, could reverse-engineer a crime scene without bruising a single knuckle. And just don’t get him started on decoding encrypted shit. With enough Red Bull and focus, he could reduce complex ciphers to basic (for him) math patterns and—boom—problem fixed, secret meeting point revealed, riddle solved (and Riddler crying from sheer frustration).

And math’s glory doesn’t end there, oh no. Math is everywhere in Tim’s life. How else would he manage to balance AP classes, detective work, vigilantism, team missions, and a social life? Math. He had the perfect algorithm for distributing his study hours and maximizing caffeine intake sleep. Speaking of, he has calculated his optimal caffeine intake for maximum functionality and alertness, stretching the physical boundaries of his human nature. (Sleep is overrated, okay? He’s living proof humans can survive with small intermittent intervals of it every now and again. He’ll soon publish his data.)

But all superpowers have their limits, and so does Tim’s math. No matter how hard he tries, he hasn’t managed (yet) to figure out an algorithm to fix the whole Damian Wayne issue (that might be a problem to discuss with Jason). Sure, math could account for insults per minute and eye twitches per insult, or even the probability of assassination attempts per week, but no breakthroughs (other than certain acts B highly disapproves of for some reason) in terms of solving the problem have yet been found.

Math was all fun and games until it came to serious issues like figuring out why Steph, Kon, or Bernard was mad at him. Math couldn’t explain half the arguments he had with any of them—not for lack of trying. Probability charts, time-series analysis—the works—none of it helped, and he’d made his peace with it. Emotional math, in general, was a beast of its own, and Tim was out of his depth. Calculating when he should text someone back, or the “right” frequency for date nights or family quality time (that didn’t involve dressing up as bats and birds and red hoods and chasing down criminals)—total mystery.

Feelings didn’t follow rules or probability. (Yes, he tried to make a spreadsheet once. No, it didn’t go well.)

If you liked it and want to give it some love in AO3, too, you can find it here:

[thekidsare-not-alright]

Nurse anon here again, (just taking a quick break!) and I wanted to say thank you not only for your incredibly wonderful reply, but your personal note as well. <3 Wow, that helps SO much and I seriously appreciate all the effort you went to in order to put such a reply together! Also, please don't apologize because honestly, that was way better than I could have ever hoped for. Not everyone is willing to go into such detail (which would have been totally fine too, I would have been happy with literally any info) but I do thank you for that from the bottom of FOB-loving heart. I'm a 'novella' kinda person myself when it comes to providing info, so I appreciate that so much in return. <3 Ps - just a note to all you beautiful fans out there from someone who has seen her fair share of preventable concert-related emergencies: These summer temps are scary. So for anyone attending a show - any show, FOB or otherwise - stay hydrated, wear light, comfy clothing, eat something, bring drinks/snacks if you plan to queue up, wear sunscreen, protect your eyes, wear comfy shoes, never sacrifice fashion for comfort (it's absolutely not worth it), be kind to each other, take care of each other, and most importantly ... Sing until your lungs give out. 💜 xx

Thanks 😁! Twas fun

Listen to the nurse, folks! Hydrate or diedrate!

JHDSFhdfskj this was the first fob related hospital pic I found so here you go

[ayliamc]

Italia

Day 4 - the Leonardo Era: Milano Edition

Steps walked: 19,011

Flights climbed: 13

Vehicles ridden: 3

Points of interest visited: 4

Leonardos spotted: the last supper, pages from the codex antlanticus, the portrait of a musician (but let’s be real, is that one truly a Leonardo?)

At three in the morning, we woke up to pack up and take a cab to the Napoli train station an hour drive away. Turns out we totally could have gone an hour later cuz we sat around the train station for quite a while but we didn’t have a super clear idea of how long things would take when plans were booked. Fortunately also Dan noticed that the driver tried to drop us off at the Napoli airport even though we had correctly listed the train station as our destination. So one crisis averted.

It’s a four hour train ride from Napoli to Milano and I had hoped to read “the Fragile Threads of Power”, a new book in my favorite series by my favorite author. I’ve been intentionally trying to read as slowly as possible to draw it out because it’s so rare to read a new book and know you love it before you even start. (It’s not disappointing so far. I’m delighting in every word.) But I could not keep my eyes open on the train. It was that strange feeling of a total energy drain where your eyelids close even though your brain is awake and wants to do things. (Hint: this is foreshadowing of the looming crisis that I had not yet had tea.) The train ride was made worse when someone got on the train next to me in Roma so I was now sitting by a stranger. Discomfort, I know thy name.

I made the mistake of not getting myself a tea on the train and was becoming increasingly grumpier. But I never panicked!

The Milano train station was an hour walk from our hotel so we took an Uber and were very lucky that they let us check in a few hours early so we could unload our bags in our room.

Gratefully lighter, we walked to the Bibliotecca Ambrosiana (and got an overpriced tea on the way! I try to refrain from buying tea as much as possible because they’re charging you for a 30¢ tea bag… but desperate times. And I did feel much better as a result.) ‘Twas a 25 minute walk and along the way we came across this beauty. (Look closely.)

The Bibliotecca was a relatively new discovery by me thanks to a recent article in the Washington Post. I had never heard of it. And as it turns out, neither have most people. But they hold the largest collection of pages from Leonardo’s Codex Antlanticus. We walked right in (after I chugged my tea of course because I couldn’t bring it in with me) and they have a pretty impressive collection of Italian renaissance paintings, displayed under spotlights in dark rooms.

Then - gasp! - a room dedicated to Raphael’s cartoon of his big philosopher painting-I-can’t-remember-what-it’s-called. This caught us completely by surprise and was staggering in its size and detail. Absolutely magnificent. Dan had to drag me away.

The Leonardos were all displayed at the end of the slightly confusingly laid out museum, but they had several copies produced by some of his students including Salai! Or as I like to call him, “the Little Shit.” It sounds harsh but Salai was the nickname Leonardo gave him which means “Little Devil.” Salai was not much of an artist, though commonly known as an apprentice of the master to justify his having lived with and off of Leonardo for so long. In reality, they were lovers. But Salai did produce copies of Leonardo’s works during his tenure in the workshop. So we saw Salai’s Salvatore Mundi and St John (which I thought was particularly funny since Salai is believed to be the model Leonardo used for his true St John). Also on display was the Portrait of a Musician, which I — as a non-scholar — believe Leonardo may have had a hand in but I don’t think it’s a true Leonardo composition. Still cool. Then the pages from the codex and the original binding of the codex the first time it was assembled from all of Leonardo’s notes.

We also got to spy on some scholars hard at work studying stuff. I got weirdly excited by that. To which Dan replied, “Nerds.”

They also have a crypt on display which is super old or something and Leonardo visited it before. I dunno. Anyway it was very well preserved and Leonardo had drawn maps of it and called it “the true heart of Milan” as it’s in the city’s center.

Dan grabbed a wrap on the way back to the hotel and I ate my leftovers from Sorrento before we crossed the street from our hotel to the Last Supper. Not an exaggeration. We could literally see the church from our hotel. Our commute to the Last Supper was legitimately just crossing the street.

They’re very well organized to give us the best possible experience to see the painting. A small group is allowed in with a tour guide for fifteen minutes to see the work.

I cannot possibly convey how unprepared I was to see it. I thought I was ready. I knew it was big. But I could not have imagined how big. It’s painted above a door, so my scale was all based on that. But the door is huge! What had once been a regular sized door had been expanded by the idiot priests who used the room as a dining hall. They literally destroyed part of the painting to give themselves a bigger door. So in pictures it makes it seem like a smaller painting. But it is massive. And I also expected it to be in much worse condition but the restoration is quite impressive.

People were standing respectfully far back despite a barrier that prevents viewers from getting too close but I kept inching closer and closer because I wanted to see as much as I could, knowing I would never be back here. This is a big bucket list item and it’s very likely one-and-done. We may never come back to Milano.

Anyway. It was awesome. Next door to our hotel was something labeling itself as Da Vinci’s vineyard. Apparently a vineyard that was gifted to Leonardo. We tried to visit it but they closed on Saturday (four days prior!) due to new ownership and didn’t know when they would open again to the public.

We wandered back in the direction of the Bibliotecca to see the Duomo. I kept saying “but I thought this was in Florence!” And of course there is one in Florence because “duomo” is just the Italian word for “cathedral”, and the one in Florence is the one Michelangelo built the David for, so naturally that’s the one I knew more about. But there were tons of statues on this duomo, too, so it confused me for a hot minute. Incredible structure.

Super randomly, one of Dan’s coworkers also happened to be in Milano so we met up with them to say hi. They wanted to go to a very fancy pizzeria for dinner. I’m not gonna lie, I’m already sick of Italian food. When there’s no vegan cheese, I’m just eating marinara pizzas and pasta with olive oil. And like, that’s enough of that, you feel me? We were also pretty tired after such an early start to the day so we grabbed some poke on the way back to our hotel room (it weirdly hit the spot) and found a place that had vegan ice cream which we happily slurped on the way.

Our path had us pass by the Castello Sforzesco, the castle of the Duke of Milan, Ludovico Sforza. He was a major patron of Leonardo and I think Leonardo even lived in the castle for a period during Ludovico’s patronship. He was the one who commissioned the Last Supper. I knew his name from Leonardo’s history and our tour guide at the Last Supper mentioned him. When I talked to Dan about Ludovico afterward it was as though Dan had never heard the name. This became a recurring theme and still to this day Dan knows him only as the Duke of Milan. If you say “Ludovico Sforza” to Dan I swear you will see the words wash over him like he has been cursed to never remember the name. The castle was cool. I decided Leonardo lived there.

I will forever regret not building time into our visit to see the interior.

A few random observations:

* Bidets in every hotel room, but this one did not have a shower. So we got to hose ourselves off with a shower head in a bathtub instead. The bidet was the priority for whoever designed this bathroom.

* The toilets in Milano flush differently. They work more like a faucet than a traditional handle.

* I understand that American portions are too big, but the cups for tea are much too small. Even by my standards.

* How are they all still smoking? And in restaurants while people are eating?? It stinks everywhere and cigarette butts litter every corner.

* The stereotypes of Milan as the fashion capital whatever who cares can be identified by the shops, what they sell, how much they sell it for, and how highly they think of themselves. It does not appeal to me.

[burningexeter]

[IDEA]

Twas The Nightmare Before Gwen

PREMISE:

A complete Total Drama continuity reboot that focuses on a cynical and aggressive teen goth girl who is kidnapped and brought to a queen bee witch who has special plans to use the former's skin for a toxin she plans to unleash.

[kenobster]

6 and 13 for the unhinged star wars meme pls

Your Pal’s Star Wars Ask Game

Thank you for the ask friend!!!

6. What is your favorite Star Wars meme?

Lmao, I spent an unhealthy amount of time scrolling google images the other night to refresh my memory on the memes available. ‘Twas worth it because I remembered my absolute two favorites!!!

The I Could Fix Him meme applied to Anakin. Apparently I never reblogged this, but it’s been the subject of many of my conversations lmao.

Anything involving the Tragedy of Darth Plagueis the wise. Pretty much any of them slay me dead, but here’s some notable examples:

The one about "Kids These Days"

The one where Anakin flunked a Jedi course

The one about proper theater performance etiquette 

And then of course the totally off-topic ones, like the heirloom seeds one

Honorable shoutouts go to any meme about Obi-Wan being a slut (example); this specific “unwell about this man” variant; ILU vs IDLSICARAIAIGE; the Jedi Council Chamber Master Tantrum memes (first example, second example); and the classic Anakin & Padme Four-Panel.

13. What is your earliest Star Wars memory?

Star Wars was pretty much my first hyperfixation (not sure which came first, that or LOTR). I had a very active imagination as a kid. So I was reading the Jedi Apprentice series by Jude Watson, and I, like any kid, played pretend that the Force was real. I got super into Jedi philosophy. In fact, I prided myself on being able to not cry out whenever I stubbed my toe or some such because I would acknowledge the pain and “let it wash over me” like in those books. My pain tolerance skyrocketed and lasts even to this day, haha. 

Sound kinda weird but generally like the typical fun kid stuff, right? Well, funny you should say that (at least, funny to me XD). Because believing in the Force (you know, the way kids do) meant that I also believed it was possible to sense when things go wrong. Which, when combined with my active imagination, meant that if kid!me got, say, a Bad Feeling, then kid!me would believe that something bad was actually happening (or that something bad was about to happen). And I’m pretty sure some of y’all are already whipping out your DSM-V copies and crossing off the criteria for Generalized Anxiety Disorder (GAD). And you would be absolutely correct. 

One particular afternoon, while at swimming lessons, I (an 8-10 year old) got the Worst Bad Feeling Ever (which I now understand was a panic attack but really had no idea that's what it was and didn't know to tell anyone). Something felt seriously wrong to me. I actually had to stop swimming that day because I was terrified I was going to drown—which was freakishly unusual for me. Like, I can’t even begin to explain how much I do not have a fear of water. I not only love to swim... I was actually an incredibly good swimmer. At that point, my next step would have been to start competing! But that afternoon, I was terrified like I'd never been. 

Coincidentally, it turns out that my grandmother (who had been planning to surprise us by showing up at our swimming lessons that day) had gotten in a really bad car accident and needed to be taken to the ER by ambulance. She ended up fine, but… suffice to say, this experience did not help to slow down my growing belief in Force powers… nor my rapidly developing GAD. :’) 

I actually quit swimming not long after this experience, partly because I continued to have what kid!me didn’t know were breathing-related panic attacks while I swam. After a few weeks, the panic attacks stopped (for twenty years anyway), but by then, I had become interested in other things. Plus, I was going through a depressive episode at the time (again, kid!me was completely unaware of this and did not know to explain to anyone what was going on). Funnily enough, this depressive episode was also jumpstarted by a Jude Watson book. I literally remember sitting alone under a tree on the playground, crying to myself, and wondering what "the point of life" was... as an 8-10 year old. All because I’d just finished reading the book where Siri Tachi dies. Can’t make this shit up, hahaha.

Anyway, so those are my first memories of Star Wars. XD And I guess you can feel bad for me if u want, but personally I find it hilarious lol. In some way or another, I’ve always been fucked up about these men.

[malevolententity]

PROJECT 7 WEEEEEE

once again twas testing a pattern for possible gifts!!! finished this last night and it took 6 and a half hours? ive got like 30 minutes left in s2e8! behold link to the past stocking hat! i really love how the ombre in the yarn worked out in the hat i was hoping for that dark patch to be the brim and honestly i think this worked even if not the total brim like i had tried to plan! this hat goes to my mid back it feels Stupid Long. i am slightly tempted to lightly stuff it to see how it changes how the hat sits but i may leave it be.

SEASON THOUGHTS

they keep fucking up ohhhh they keep fucking up in spectacular ways i love it. joui continues to baffle me and make me so sad like please... please i know the order has like negative money but i think my boy needs therapy hoooly shit. also man i am so so thankful for liz/gabi going "no no we are getting drunk and playing never have i ever" and then it went on for like 30 minutes to an hour?? that was such a nice break and breathe of fresh air from the horrors. there was still mini horror drops every now and then in it but. man MAAAAAN it was so nice actually getting to see the gang cut loose and relax and have fun in the so far least stressful moment so far. this group (and cellbit) really understand the pacing of horror and that you need comedy to happen to remind yourself that things Are Good so that the horror can feel impactful rather than malicious. episode 8 may be my favorite episode so far and def one i am going to rewatch eventually. as i already have a rewatch planned one day once i am confident enough in my portuguese to turn off subtitles and see how much i can understand without help. BUT ep8 i think is going to be just a for the fuck of it rewatch since its been so enjoyable between the grave robbing shenanigans and drinking games. surely the final 30 whenever i can watch it wont change my rewatch wants for this

[clotpolesonly]

Tag game tuesday: The MySpace Survey

tagged by @mzkora!!! <3

What’s your name: Jess(ica)

Sun sign: leo but like, just barely 😂 idk what being a cusp means but i'm one of those, like first day of leo

The last song you listened to: i haven't listened to any music today except for one of those musical comedians, this one was about a guy whose friend was flirting with his dad and it was a banger lmao, twas hilarious

What are you wearing right now: the practical all black outfit i've been wearing (unfortunately) for most of the last 3 weeks as i work backstage crew for a musical. usually i change between work and the theater, but my sister starts a new job today which means there will be commute time added as she comes to get me, instead of her being here right at 5, so we won't have TIME to go home and change and get food before we have to head to the theater, so i'm just cutting out the middle man and wearing it all day. this is the third weekend of performances though, show closes sunday, so it's the only time i'll have to.

How tall are you? 5’8

Piercings? only ears, and i don't wear earrings very often, really only for special occasions

Tattoos? i've got one tattoo, as a memorial for my dad who died in 2017. it's a snippet of lyrics from one of the songs he wrote, behind my left ear. i'm planning on getting a memorial tattoo for my grandmother who died in november(?? i think) but we can't currently FIND the drawing she did that i was gonna get. so. if we ever find that again, i'm gonna get it on my hip.

Glasses or contacts? contacts, all day almost every day for about 20 years now, i put them in before i even get out of bed in the mornings. i hate not having peripheral vision in glasses.

Last drink: water yum yum

Last thing you ate: a chicken and cheese quesadilla and a banana/strawberry smoooooothie

Favorite color: big fan of purple

Any pets? not any of my own. had cats and a dog growing up, and had a rat for a few years a while back, but they have all since died 😅 i'm not inclined toward all the upkeep required for larger pets, so no cats or dogs if i have to actually take care of them entirely myself, and i would be down to get another rat or two, but my sister was DEVASTATED when Freya died and refuses to be traumatized by any more pets with short life spans aldkfjg. so no more rats lol.

Do you have a crush on anyone? nope uwu

Favorite fictional character: currently i am deeply fixated on Declan Lynch, somebody send help

A movie you think everyone should watch: uuuuhhhhh A Christmas Carol, the musical version with Kelsey Grammer?? first thing that came to mind, very random 😂 but that version is a banger, i love the music, clearly the superior adaptation of the story

A book you think everyone should read: mmm gonna throw darts at the wall and say Two Dark Moons by Avi Silver, cuz i read it fairly recently and enjoyed it a lot?? idk, i want there to be a fandom for that, i went looking on tumblr for stuff about it and found a grand total of like two posts and was very disappointed lol. somebody else go read it so i'm not alone XD

The last place you traveled: i don't go anywhere aldkfgh. i think the last place i went waaasssss alabama? Mobile maybe?? fuck i don't remember, we went to the Winona Judd concert, wherever it was.

Something you’re looking forward to: strike for this show i'm working 😂 probably the first time i've ever looked forward to strike (the process of disassembling a show's set and clearing out the theater and dressing rooms, huge ordeal) but after dealing with these obnoxious fucking difficult to maneuver set pieces for the last month, i think i will greatly enjoy reducing them to piles of wood and screws.

And I am tagging: @adamprrishcycle @cheeeryos @alloverthegaf @alisonhales @mayonnaisetoffees

[colgatebluemintygel]

I have seen many videos from MCR gig on tiktok and it makes me happy to know that you were there!!!! I hope you had the best night!!!!

Also: drop some book recs, I read everything

oh my god anon it was AMAZINGGG <3333 it all felt soo deeply surreal and i'm still not totally convinced that it actually happened. such a full circle moment too; from my bandom years to now <3 it's funny how little has changed, actually. and just !!!!!!!!! AGH. i've seen so many other bands over the years i can say with the fullest confidence that nothing has even come close to mcr (fob was maybeee the closest, but that was also just extra special because i was 17 and in paris with my best friend <3). also side note !! i genuinely was not aware that nz held so many emos. we all b hiding. twas truly heartwarming stuff <3

AH omg okay. well! because i am to my core both a goth and an annoying ex english major: frankenstein and dracula. they both make me crazy. i will say: i prefer the start of dracula to the end (and i have also written several scathing essays about the way stoker handles female sexuality and otherness) but! i still love it <3 i read it for the first time when i was 21, and it fully fully took me back to that spooky childhood conception of vampires, and i fucking loved it. with frankenstein, i was honestly a little bit underwhelmed the first time i read it, but i revisited it a few years ago and saw the light !! in fact, i'm planning a frankenstein inspired fic so........ if that tells you anything :-))) (also shout out 2 carmilla!!!!! they are in love :-) )

fantasy is possibly my favourite genre! possibly...(chronically indecisive</3)! and two books that i always always come back to are the name of the wind by patrick rothfuss and the priory of the orange tree by samantha shannon! both are popular for good reason! i really enjoy the prose in both of them. and, like howl, i have pulled out the name of the wind on nights out and recited the first chapter to anyone who would listen (nobody<3 but i was entertained). also the lies of locke lamora <3 fantasy venice! heists!

THE LEFT HAND OF DARKNESS makes me go actually crazy and i'm going to stop myself here because i will type out an essay and i honestly don't have time for that rn <3 but take my word for it! in general i love le guin. the earthsea books are also WONDERFUL and they have strong jungian leanings and it is!! excellent.

something ever so slightly left of field: faces in the water by janet frame. i read it when i was 16 and it changed my whole perception of what writing could be (so did invisible monsters by chuck palahniuk. (tho my motivations in reading palahniuk were, admittedly, emo motivated. if u know, u know)). i have slightly mixed feelings about some of frame's other books, but she is unquestionably! a genius! such an incredible writer, and whenever i read one of her books i am always in awe. it's a similar feeling to reading woolf in that regard. which..... yes! speaking of woolf! mrs dalloway is my current favourite <3 i'm not much of an annotator, other than underlining sentences i like and dog-earing the bottoms of pages if i REALLY like them, but my copy of mrs dalloway is full of those AND smudgy little pencil scribbles. all v incoherent. but v telling of how heavily i was vibing with it

also left of field and not Technically a book (but what i Would consider digital literature): kentucky route zero! i recently played/read it, and it blew my mind beyond comprehension. and yessss while it is technically a video game, it's a literary game in every sense of the term <3 so i will include it here

okayyyy that's all for now xxxx i racked my brain to think of a romance novel that i love, because i LOVE romance, but honestly nothing is coming 2 mind... may return with a rec.

[eclairbrun]

Nano Day 4: 2082

Total words: 11541

Semi-productive day. I was starting to shift from my original character plan of "unabashedly evil villain protagonist" to "blue-and-orange morality character who can't comprehend that his actions are evil by human standards." 'Twas a fun direction to go for the character, but after thinking it over, I realized it messed with his planned arc too much, and it was forcing me to write a character who was planned to be amoral as having a conscience in order to prevent redundant personalities, which was, in turn, changing their dynamic from what I wanted.

I mean, it was still fun writing the bits I had, but it just didn't work as well with my long-term plans. Lower word count for the day relative to time spent writing since some of it was re-writing, but whatever. A stitch in time saves nine.

Also finished a drawing of my protagonist today. Relatively pleased with the results. My first attempt to make his hair look floaty ended up looking more like he was being attacked by a fat, stubby tentacle monster.